Message-ID: <15555eli$9809230530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: perigryn@earthlink.net (Rosemerry) Subject: Shining Spirit pt 2 of 2 (F/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: She was groping toward an understanding of love as a thing to be given away and shared, not to be kept under lock and key, when the phone rang. She waited for Gina to answer it... it was still her house... but she knew it was Brent. Her mouth had gone hot and dry, and her heart was beating way too fast there in the dark. He had called so many times, with the same promises and sorrows that had won her back time and again in the past. Right now Allie wasn't strong enough to hear it again. Gina didn't call her. Eventually she had to know. She got up, put on the silky robe Gina had given her while hers was in the wash (all Gina's intimate clothing was really intimate) and padded down the hall to the back bedroom. Gina was sitting up, leaning over in bed to put a tape into the little portable cassette player at bedside. She grunted a come-in sort of noise when Allie knocked. "It wasn't Brent," she said at once, offhand. "It was a wrong number. Some people don't realize that other people have jobs." "I'll go," Allie said, relief weakening her legs. "Oh no, I'm awake now," Gina said. She patted the bedspread next to her. "I see you haven't slept yet. Come in and talk to me." Allie crawled up on the bed, which Gina kept rather high, and lay on her stomach next to Gina, who stayed sitting up. "I know you said no to that guy," Gina said, "I'm glad. It shows you're learning." "What d'you mean?" Allie curled up comfortably on the hissing satin. "Well, think about it, hon. You've spent your life running to the arms of every man who deigned to want you, because you thought you weren't good enough to pick and choose. Now you know different." Allie blinked twice in the dim light. "Well, that was blunt," she said. She couldn't help being pleased at the compliment, however it was phrased. "Oh, dear one, I'm sorry." Gina leaned back tiredly, bonking her head against the wall. "I'm exhausted." "Shall I go?" "No, don't, it feels good to have you here." Gina spoke with her eyes closed and without moving. Allie, at odds, held herself relatively still on the bedspread, waiting for Gina to fall asleep so she could creep out. At the same time she felt herself coming more and more awake. She saved herself from starting violently only by a slim margin, when Gina's hand settled on her back, just above her tailbone. "I'm sorry," Gina murmured, having felt the subterranean flinch of her muscles. "Didn't mean to scare you." You always scare me, Allie thought, almost at random, uncertain of her own meaning. "I'm glad you're in my house, Allie. You know that, don't you?" She nodded, knowing Gina's hand, where it lay at the base of her spine, would feel the motion. "I don't feel like leaving, if that's what you mean." "I just wanted you to know that I didn't want you to." Gina rotated her head a little, in apology for the low sense content of that last sentence. "I love you." Allie lay still, wanting only that Gina should not remove her hand. "I love you also," she said after a moment. There was a long period of silence in which Allie became sure Gina was asleep, but she did not want to move. Even asleep, she valued Gina's rare touch. But Gina wasn't asleep. After a time, her hand slid forward and she hitched herself downward, until her head came to rest where her hand had been: in the lowest point of Allie's back. She toyed with Allie's changing hair, for which she had a devotion she never let herself think about. I love her more than even I realize, she whispered, in the deep places of her heart. Almost hypnotized by her own slow thoughts, slow motions, slow heartbeat, she caressed Allie's docile head and shoulders. Her rational mind was a million miles away. She found that her neck was uncomfortable, so she slipped off Allie's back and rested on the pillow. This put her hand out of range. Next thing she knew, Allie was coiling herself up, moving, coming around so that she could lie down looking into Gina's eyes. There Gina was able to reach her, able to stroke her face and chin, her forehead, gently put back the hair that fell over her eyes, feather-touch the elegant line of Allie's neck and shoulderblade. Allie swallowed, blinked. Her eyes were shining, and Gina realized suddenly that they were shining with tears. "What is it, honey?" she said softly. Allie shook her head, meaning it was nothing anyone could put into words. I can almost read your mind, Gina thought. Allie's eyes seemed to give an answer, but it also was inarticulate. She put forth her own hand as if unable to stop herself, and traced the line of Gina's cheekbones. Gina felt herself come alight as if she were a gas burner in a stove, with a sudden soft whoosh of blue fire. Dreamily she turned her head, never losing eye contact, and her lips opened in Allie's palm. Allie's entire body shivered once, and Gina answered this with a hungry rush of her mouth down Allie's wrist to the softest skin of her inner arm, right where that monster had been wont to bruise her. "Ohhh," Allie gave forth a sound, not quite aspirated. "Gina...?" Gina knew what she was saying. She was begging her to stop now or promise not to stop at all, because Allie couldn't take anymore. For a moment she wavered. Then she thought of the marriage proposal. Only three months past the messiness of the life and times of Brent, Allie was already getting wedding offers. What right did Gina have to spoil things for her now? She wanted to give Allie a kiss for luck, but she knew it might be the last straw. Losing Allie would be the worst thing in her world; but actually driving her away would top it. "I'm sorry," she said, as gently as she could. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." Allie's tears spilled over. "Oh no, Allie, don't..." "No, Gina," Allie begged, tucking her hands under herself like a four-year-old told not to touch ANYTHING in the store. "Don't cry." Gina held out her arms, motherly, but Allie drew back. Gina felt suddenly as if she couldn't breathe, somehow; as if someone had tied a stone to her chest the size of Chicago. She looked like someone had punched her in the solar plexus. Allie knew the right thing to do was smile, and give her a hug, and go back to bed. Not just the right thing: the essential thing, the only thing that could save this sisterhood before it went critical. She couldn't do it. For the life of her, more than her life, she couldn't do it. All of her being had been concentrated on Gina, on her fingers, on her eyes, on drinking at the boundless well of that ephemeral radiance, but of course Gina had pulled back. Now she felt as if she had taken several steps that weren't there, overbalancing herself dreadfully. Only a matter of moments till the fall. She saw the enormous hurt in Gina's face and could not react properly in time to save herself. Like Allie before her, Gina suddenly showed unexpected strengths. She sat up with brutal quickness and lifted Allie to a sitting position by her shoulders. Allie had just time to scoot her butt securely underneath her before she was gripped in a bear hug that left her nearly breathless. Gina was holding her with all the strength in her poor heart, and Allie couldn't help but respond. "You're not going to pull away from me," Gina said, fiercely, sorrowfully. "I won't let you. I'm sorry I was stupid. But you're not getting away." Allie's arms crept around her, hugging her back. "I didn't want to pull away," she said, hearing the choked sound of her own voice. "I couldn't force myself not to." "I know, I'm a tease," Gina laugh-sobbed. "I'm such an idiot." "Stop it." Gina lifted her head and was suddenly kissing her fervently. Allie, never sure where Gina's moods would take her next, was caught totally unawares. Gina's tongue slipped between her lips, tasting of sleep and tears, and a sound hummed between them, neither sure where it had originated. Gina broke off, breathless. "Oh you're such a great kisser," she said as fast as she could. Their hug was unbreakable. Allie found it no difficulty at all to turn her head sideways and touch Gina's neck with her lips. She heard a distinct gasp. She understood something she had not previously: that Gina was holding back because it was something she wanted so badly, and Gina had always been suspicious of her deepest desires. She might not have another chance to pierce that armor. Gina turned her head away, allowing better access to her neck. Allie nipped gently, feeling Gina's breast heave against hers with her breathing. She decided there was no further holding back. It would boot nothing to play more games, and if she believed their sisterhood was strong enough to last, she would have had to take a risk sometime. Why not the ultimate? Accordingly, she slipped her hand around from Gina's back and cupped a breast. Its weight was no more nor less comforting in her hand than that of her own breast; but it was intensely exciting to hold. Gina gave a moan, an actual moan and fell slowly back to lie on her back. Her eyes, catching a gleam from the hall light, gave their flat feral gleam, sparkling. Allie caught her breath at her beauty. In the half light she looked part cat, with her standout cheekbones and the lambency of her eyes, which was a function of their odd yellow color. She did not have regret on her face, or anything Allie could identify, save fear and desire, raising her plainness to beauty, her uniqueness to divinity. Allie, wanting only to see the rest, so far from possessiveness that she touched reverently, opened the knot of Gina's robe and laid it back. Gina's breasts, shaped marginally differently from her own, came into view in the semidarkness. Allie knelt over her and touched, stroking, marveling at the softness of her breasts and the skin around them, the pouch of her belly, the hardness of her hips. Gina was murmuring endearing sounds, twisting softly, removing her robe by increments as Allie's hands grew more confident. Gina sat up then, rose to her knees, allowing the robe to fall away and also allowing Allie to reach around behind. She tugged thoughtfully at the knot on Allie's own robe, but she had never been good with knots and Allie had to undo it. At once, Gina pressed herself full length against her, warm and cold in different places, soft all over. Allie caught her breath, unable to understand why men existed at all, in this moment. What she had called mere desire exploded in her as Gina's hands, more fierce than hers and not interested in feather touches, smoothed over her breasts. Gina's thumbs rubbed her nipples as if she had done this all her adult life, and Allie's own breathing surged to runner quickness. Her nipples came to instant hardness, and her hands claw-tightened on Gina's butt. Gina made a sound that was almost a growl. Her fear and desire had come together in her to make a compound as explosive as high test gasoline. It was Gina who lowered her head to touch Allie's nipples, first with her tongue, then closing her mouth around one. Allie whimpered, actually heard herself whimper out loud. She groped over Gina's body until she found her breasts, and then realized that Gina was pressing her slowly back. Quickly she slipped her robe off over her arms and lay down, clutching Gina's shoulders to make sure she didn't go anywhere. She had no such intention. She left off with Allie's breasts and kissed her deeply, Allie tasting her own flesh on her mouth. "Are you sure?" she asked then, quite coherently and seriously. "Are you kidding?" Allie gasped. "No. I'm afraid." Allie's eyes opened wide in the half dark and looked into her friend's face. Her fear was there, but the willingness had not backed down. "Don't be afraid," she said, still with that breathiness in her voice. She could feel herself getting extremely wet. "We can't hurt each other, how could we?" Gina did not answer. She lowered her head for another kiss, one that was more an end to the conversation than a reopening of the festivities. But then she reached down and quite deliberately slipped two fingers inside Allie where she was wettest. "Oh my god," Allie said in a very small voice. Sensations of impossible intensity were rippling over her, centering on the fingers that slipped up now, bringing the wetness forward to the clitoris. Allie cried out wordlessly, her hands moving aimlessly in slow dreamy circles over Gina's breasts and the tender area at her sides. Gina dropped her head onto Allie's breastbone and panted there, one hand pinching Allie's left nipple and the other busy below. Allie forgot to listen to the noises she was making. The entire universe had become narrow as the valley between her thighs, and the slippery, finding-it-losing-it agonizing sweetness of Gina's fingers moving in and over her. She fell off the edge in a sudden rush she had not been expecting, and stopped breathing entirely for a good thirty seconds. When she had breath again she screamed hoarsely. Suddenly she had become ultrasensitive, and now she couldn't bear Gina's touch there, although pleasure still washed through her in lazy waves. She turned on her side, rejecting Gina's hand with a motion instinctive, well below conscious thought. They rested together for a long moment. Gina made a move as if to speak, and Allie stopped it with her hand. She felt nothing but a boundless gratitude. Contentment entered into it, but she still had work to do. It was Gina who had brought the most fear to this, and it was Allie's task... you might say it was her responsibility... to give her back the enjoyment she had just been given. She turned Gina slowly over, on her front, so as not to frighten her. After all, Gina might be thinking this was over. Allie slipped her body over Gina's and held her in a whole-body hug, saying thank you without words. After she felt Gina's muscles relax completely, she began to slide her hands up and down Gina's sides, over her butt and using a little more pressure there. It turned easily into massage, and she kept that up for a little time. Some of her laziness was turning back into energy now, and that was good. Allie let her strokes become less deep, gentler, more teasing. Gina's breath began to come faster; she had been almost asleep, all her defenses dismantled. Allie kissed her back, kissed her shoulders, her neck, her earlobe. How she loved this woman. Cleaner, deeper than she would ever love a man. This was inevitable when you loved like they did. She would have been doing this with a fire hydrant, if she loved it like this. "I love you so much," she whispered, telling the words in secret to Gina's hip bones, which felt the air and dimpled in gooseflesh. Gina lifted herself up a bit to reach back and put a hand on Allie's head. Allie used this opportunity to push her over on her back. Now Gina did look vulnerable. Allie, remembering her previous urgency, began to show a little of her own. Bring her to fire and she would forget her fear. She lowered her head, tasted Gina's already hard nipple. Strange hard-softness, probably bringing back deep babyhood memories. She sucked on it, harder, using Gina's response to tell her what to do. She was a natural at this. Someone she wasn't thinking about never knew what he was missing. Allie did what she had carefully never really considered in detail: she put her hand down to Gina's pubic hair and stroked her there. Gina's hips tilted upward smoothly, a preordained motion, genetically inclined. Allie's fingers found the wetness there, surprisingly hot, a flood. Gina bit her lip, stifling a cry. She hadn't been taken out of herself yet. A bit longer, Allie promised her silently. You will be. Rotating only one finger teasingly in and out, Allie used more force everywhere else, biting her nipples, tonguing her neck, kissing her almost with bruising strength. Gina had forgotten herself and was moaning loudly, her hips rocking against Allie's hand, her own fingers grabbing Allie's and pushing them farther in. Allie pulled away suddenly. Moving quickly to keep momentum, she grabbed Gina's wrists and planted her knee snugly at the fork of Gina's legs, where it quickly became hot and wet, just like Gina. Allie leaned her weight on Gina's wrists next to her ears, imprisoning her. Gina's eyes were the eyes of a blind lion; she had no idea Allie was looking into them. Her hips kept rocking, and she was making little crying noises. Allie kissed her, feeling an almost goddess-like power to carry Gina along with her on the waves of her whim. She could hold her back all night, whimpering for it, until Gina died of pleasure. She knew by Gina's reactions that no one had done this to her, ever. Probably all her experiences had been men, and just like Brent, one two and a squirt, then falls asleep like a log. Teach you to doubt me, she thought wildly, joyfully, and sucked Gina's nipples until she was giving little heaving cries that begged her to finish it. She released Gina's wrists and kissed her gently, lovingly, once more. Then, gathering all her courage and the feel of that power, she slid her body down until most of her legs were hanging off the bed. Confronted with Gina's vulva, she nearly lost her purpose, but looked steadily until she began to see that it was beautiful, more so than a penis, for certain. She touched carefully, to see what was needed here, and then closed her eyes and applied her tongue. Sweet and salty, not distasteful at all. She gained confidence and began to use artifice, slowing, speeding up, giving long steady strokes that really revved Gina's engine. At last Gina began to sound truly unable to bear it, and she bore down at the clitoris. She slipped two fingers inside, as well. Gina grabbed two fistfuls of bedclothes and tore them upward in two tents of material. She screamed. Around Allie's astonished fingers, she clenched, released, spasmodically, waves of muscle contractions, and then, like Allie, she turned on her side to prevent further contact. She was asleep at once. Allie crawled up beside her, drenched with sweat, exhausted and more content and tender than she had ever been in her life. She caressed Gina's back and rear once more and then dropped off the edge of the blackest cliff of sleep she had ever encountered. The amount of courage it took to face Allie the next morning was nothing short of amazing. Gina wondered how men did it. She knew there was no way to pick a real aggressor out of last night's stew of emotions; but she was sure that Allie would pick one, and it would be Gina. Allie couldn't know what the look in her brown eyes was doing to her, or how hard she'd tried to hold back, for Allie's own sake. Gina stirred on her pillow and slitted an eye to see if her new lover was awake. Allie was flat out crashed, face pushed into the pillow, body thrown down every which way as if she were a stuffed animal. Memories of pleasure and contentment, made into a thing of beauty by the sheer knowledge that now nothing would stand between them, ate into Gina's fear. She turned over to look at the clock. Eight o'clock. She was going to be late for work, for certain. She had forgotten to set the alarm, or else it had gone off and not awakened her. She imagined spending this morning rushing through the shower, skipping breakfast, waving a superficial goodbye to Allie, and then being late to work anyway. She rolled over and picked up the phone. "Dr. Pearson's office," came the crisp, impersonal voice of one of the secretaries. "Diane? Gina. I'm not going to make it in today." "Are you sick, honey?" Diane asked, warming to individuality immediately. "No, but... something has come up. In my family. I have to take care of it." And that was the truth. "I hope everything's all right, honey." "Me too," Gina said with feeling. "Bye. See you tomorrow." She hung up and turned back to Allie, who was looking at her, tousled. Gina's adrenalin system charged up. "Hi," she said. "Hi. Calling in sick?" There was caution in Allie's face too. "I don't want to go to work today." Gina thought that begged the question, but Allie nodded with sympathy. "If I had to go today, I'd probably call in sick too," she said. "It's too soon." Gina let herself carefully back down onto her pillow. "I hope you're all right," she ventured. "I'm much better than all right," Allie said. "How about you?" What ghastly morning-after dialogue. Next one of us will say, I'll call ya. Gina, wanting something to break the pattern, reached over and grabbed Allie's hand. She bit the skin of her inner wrist, very gently. "For someone afraid, you did very well," Allie said softly. "Weren't you afraid?" "Of course. But now? Nope. Are you still?" "Not anymore. Allie, I didn't want to because I was afraid, that's true. But there's something more." Allie's face darkened, shadows moving over light. "I thought you didn't want to. Should I apologize?" Honestly surprised, Gina looked at her wide eyed. "Apologize? I started it! Oh honey, I'm so glad, really!" Allie regarded her for a little, reading the understatement Gina desperately wanted to convey, the logjam of wordlessness in her throat. "Okay. Good. Then what was more?" "Well, it was you. I don't ever want to hurt you, and..." "Believe me, you didn't!" "...And you just got over a relationship with a really awful man. Now you've been with a woman. I just didn't want to... prejudice you in one direction or the other." Allie laughed. "No, I've wanted to do that for longer than I've known Brent. For me... men, women, it's love that matters." "You're sure?" "Of course. What about you? You don't have a boyfriend either," Allie pointed out. "I have had them, though, in the past," Gina said seriously. "I'm not going to imprint on women. I haven't had a really bad experience with a man, either. Well, not that bad." "You make me sound like a duckling," Allie chuckled. "Well, you are one," Gina responded delightedly. "A downy duckling learning to swim in different waters." "An ugly duckling?" "Quack. Quack. Quack quack -- hey!" There followed an episode of tickling and giggling worthy of the worst teenage slumber party. Allie was still terribly tired, expecting to take a quick shower and concentrate on going back to bed. Certainly she thought her sexual desires were taken care of, for a while. But as Gina, humming in her ethereal soprano, turned on the water and pulled out the soap, Allie found that what she was concentrating on was Gina's sculpted bone structure and her pale flesh. Allie put her head under the shower and soaked her hair, letting the hot water drum on her shoulders and bowed neck. When she looked up, Gina had lather all over her. It was too much. She reached out to touch. Gina's skin slipped past her hands effortlessly. "Mmmm," Gina said, and closed her eyes. A few minutes later, she said, "This is becoming a pretty serious shower." "I wasn't expecting it," Allie said breathlessly. "I figured I was all used up for the night." Gina spoke into her ear. "Get a woman started and there's no stopping her." "Let's get clean and go back to bed." "Then we can get dirty." "I knew you were going to say that." 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