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Subject: {ASSM} End of the Rainbow - FF, rom, coll - Cat's sara
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 19:10:02 -0400
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Please do not read if you are under 18 years of age or offended by
depictions of graphic sex.

   This story (c)2001 by Cat's sara

   ---

   The End of the Rainbow

   by Cat's sara

   Categories: FF, College, First time

   ---

   Part One

   College life was something I had anticipated and dreaded at the same
time.  It was like everything.  It was like meeting Amy.

   Amy lived next door.  Room 418.  It is safe to say that she had the most
popular room on the floor.  I think mostly it was because she had the best
pot and was generous with it, but she was also audacious and slightly
crazy.

   By the time I got to know her, I was simply joining the party of seven
or eight that nightly got stoned, talking and laughing into the early hours
of the morning.  She was openly gay.  I was in awe of her ability to just
be who she was, when even the other girls would give her shit about it, at
least in a friendly way.

   You know, like when I would go to the bathroom, someone would inevitably
say, "Lock the door...  you know Amy likes to watch!" Of course, Amy didn't
mind.  If someone forgot, she'd threaten it herself.

   Like everyone else, I laughed about it.  And, I locked the door.

   As time went on, and the semester got more serious, the parties grew
less frequent.  Eventually, I was the only person going to her room at
least twice a week.  She didn't seem to mind, though.  We'd get high and
laugh, talk about school, and whatever came up.

   One night, I saw she had a book of lesbian erotica sitting out on her
desk.  Seeing it sitting there, opened with the pages lying flat on the
desk, my curiosity and lack of inhibition from the reefer got the better of
me.

   "So what's it like?" I asked.  "Being a lesbian?"

   "You tell *me*," she answered, smiling.

   "No, seriously."

   "Well, imagine how you feel about men.  Then apply it to women.  It's
not like one day I said, 'Hmm, I think I'll be attracted to women now.' It
just is how it is for me.  It's very basic to how I think and act," said
Amy, matter-of-factly.

   "I don't get it," I said.  "I haven't met any men that really 'do it'
for me.  Maybe I'm asexual or something.  So that doesn't help me
understand."

   "Do you masturbate?" she asked.

   "What?!" I asked, giggling.  I couldn't believe she would ask something
like that.

   "You know, do you play slide the magic finger with your pussy," she
continued, smiling at me.

   "Um...  yes," I admitted.  "I've been known to."

   "Glad you didn't lie about it.  I've heard you from over here late at
night.  I don't think you're asexual, dear heart.  I think you've just
never figured out what actually turns you on.

   "God," she said as she stretched.  "Pot makes me so fucking horny!"

   I ignored her words, although my own arousal was rearing up, too. 
"Maybe not.  I mean, I think about romance, but it's not like I actually
put people in my fantasies, just feelings.  Who knows?  Maybe I'm a closet
dyke!" I joked, smiling broadly.

   "Stranger things have been seen and known," said Amy.  Then, shifting
herself a little, she added, "I'd be glad to help you find out."

   "Ummmm, not tonight," I said.  I couldn't believe my words or where my
mind was suddenly going.  I felt like I was losing my senses.  "Well, but
could I...  um...  borrow that book?" I asked, softly enough that I thought
she might not hear.

   "No, but I have another one I can lend you, since you're so...  curious.
It's one I got from my first lover...  may not even be in print, so I want
it back."

   "Okay," I said.  Now that I had asked, I was in no position to argue.

   She went to her drawer and opened it, and pulled out a large book.  "The
Joy of Lesbian Sex".  Great.  Like I wanted a manual.  But I was nice about
it.

   "Thanks, Amy.  I won't tear it up or anything."

   "I trust you.  Besides, there's nothing like a little reading to expand
your horizons," she offered, handing me the book.

   "Man, I have to pee.  Be right back," I said, standing up and laying the
book on the bed.

   "Can I watch?" she asked, grinning.

   "Jesus, Amy, you're *such* a pervert!" I joked.

   But I didn't lock the door.

   ---

   I lay in my bed, reading the book.  I'd started out feeling pretty
jaded, but when I read the part about coming out, I just kept getting
deeper and deeper into the emotion of it.  It was like it was talking about
*me* and how I'd always dreamed romance and sex would be.  The softness,
the tenderness, the sense of being lifted away...  my heart was pounding
its way up into my throat before I finished reading.

   And I was horny.  My god, was I horny.  My pussy felt like liquid heat
as I reached down to brush my nether lips with my finger...  and I thought
perhaps I should stop, to savor how it felt, but I just couldn't.  I
pressed in and found my slit, teasing it to swollen slickness and burning
jolts of electric sex.  It had never been so good.  *Fucking good,* I
thought, surprised by the nasty, wonderful turn my mind was taking.

   My breath started to quicken as little mewls escaped me.  I'd never been
much of a screamer...  it had always distracted me.  But now, my mewls were
growing into open groans that were turning me on.

   Then, I thought of Amy, listening, possibly playing with her own horny
cunt, and I came, harder than I ever had, words babbling out of me and
screams punctuating my jerking, spasming body.  Ecstasy?  No, this was
beyond, and the images in the book spurred me into a second...  not after,
but on tops of my orgasm...  and again...  like layers of infinite lust,
driving me onward.

   It was like time stopped and there was only this glorious, sun-soaked
pleasure, eternal, like voices of angels...  calling my name...  as I
called...  God help me, I couldn't stop it...  "Amy...  Amyyyyyyyy..."

   From that moment on, I devoured everything in that book.  It was as if
I'd found soulmates in the authors.  The most dry description had me
playing and coming and dreaming of love and sex and life among women... 
and it hit me.

   I was a lesbian.  It wasn't new.  I had just never known what to call
it.

   I also didn't know what to do with it.

   Watching Amy, she seemed so secure about it, but I had friends I would
lose.  I had a family who would disown me.  I had a life that would be
undone.  But I couldn't stop.

   Imagine finding out that you liked the taste of ice cream.  You can't
just turn it off.  You might deny yourself any ice cream, but the truth of
what's inside you is still the same.  And you still want it.  All the time.

   On with my story.

   We didn't talk about it for a few weeks.  In fact, I stopped going to
Amy's room for a bit.  It wasn't until a few weeks later that I heard
several voices there, and I felt brave enough to knock and go in.

   There were three other people there, all giggling and laughing, and I
decided that it was safe to sit and have a toke or two with them.

   Turned out to be a marathon session though, with joints, a bong and a
little stone pipe...  and within thirty minutes, I was past the point of
going anywhere.  Then, one by one, everyone said goodnight and staggered
back to their rooms.  Everyone, that is, but me.

   Amy closed the door, and came back to her chair.  "So, what did you
think of the book?" she asked, all innocent eyed.  She started loading
another bowl into the stone pipe.

   "It was...  interesting, really," I said, trying to deflect the scary
look in her eyes.

   "It sounded like it, girl," she laughed.

   I must have turned beet red, because she grinned and got busy with the
pipe again, lighting it and taking a huge toke.  Letting it out, she took
another and waved me over.  Holding the pipe backwards in her mouth she
leaned out to me and blew a shotgun.

   I took it in my nose like a good little pothead and felt my thoughts get
wavy.  Suddenly, I felt an electric charge run up my body and straight to
the roof of my mouth.  Her fingers traced the inseam of my jeans as I
shivered and nearly fell over, my legs turning to so much pudding.

   She pulled away slightly, smiling at me with her head cocked slightly to
the side...  and then she went on as if nothing had happened.  "So you
liked the book," she said.  It wasn't a question.  "I had a feeling about
you, Sara."

   I sat back on the bed, not knowing quite what to do.  She stood and
walked over and sat down beside me.  "Another shotgun?" she asked.

   "Sure," I answered.  I was dumbstruck and just couldn't think of
anything else to say.

   Again, she took a deep hit, but instead of putting the pipe into her
mouth, she leaned over and blew a stream from her lips...  it was the
sexiest thing I'd ever seen.  I took it in my own lips...  and as it
finished, and I held it in, she leaned further and kissed me...

   The pot was hitting hard and my mind reeled from the gentle softness of
her lips.  Don't get me wrong...  I'd been kissed before, but I'd never
seen what the big deal was.  It just didn't do anything to me or for me.

   It all changed in that one, magical instant.  It was like her kiss moved
through my entire being...  her gently probing tongue sending me into a new
place that was hot and electric...  and irresistible.  Warmth spread to my
breasts and to my pussy, making me twitch and jerk my pelvis for just a
second.

   It was enough.  Amy pulled back, and as I let go of the pungent,
powerful smoke, she said quietly, as if it were the most natural thing in
the world, "Sara...  do you want me to fuck you?"

   Before I even had time to think about it, my head was nodding yes.  I'll
never forget the look that crossed her face.  I would have expected some
kind of gloating smile or smug victory at her conquest.  Instead it was one
of gentle, tender compassion.  It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever
seen.

   She stood and went to her desk.  After lighting a small votive candle,
she turned out all the lights.

   I watched her, unable to move as she undressed in front of me. 
Unhurried, but just pulling off her sweatshirt and unbuttoning her pants,
she was a picture of grace and simplicity.  Down to her panties and bra, I
saw the slightest evidence of wetness...  and then as she removed them, I
gasped as I saw her erect nipples.

   I don't know if I can explain this...  but I was...  well, honored.  Her
nipples were stiff, like little pencil erasers...  and it was for *me.* Me!
I was turning this gorgeous, sexy brunette woman...  this *lesbian*...  on.
I moaned softly at the emotion of it.

   It felt...  it felt *holy*.

   Her skin was like satin in the candlelight.  Her face looked so soft...
her turned up nose and short, auburn hair glowing as she walked over to me,
the sway of her body betraying her lust and desire.  It was something I
could have touched, if I could have moved my hand.  I was frozen by the
elegance of it all.

   Her heavy lids closed halfway over her brown eyes, and her soft, full
lips seemed even fuller as she came close.  She didn't kiss me then...  but
as she whispered soft encouragement, telling me how beautiful I was, I
could feel her warm puffs of breath touching my face, drawing me ever
deeper into my own desire.

   I was crying.  There was nothing else I could do.

   She reached up and began to unbutton my sweater.  She looked into my
searching eyes and smiled as I trembled uncontrollably.  "Just relax," she
said.  "I am here for you and you alone tonight, and I promise...  you're
safe."

   One by one my pieces of clothing disappeared.  I lifted my butt to help
her remove my jeans and panties with one smooth, incredibly slow motion. 
There was no trace of hurriedness, no hint of desperation...  just Amy,
honoring my willingness, my desire, my fear...  and my lust.  Making it
safe.  Making it perfect.

   She stood and pulled me to my feet.  I was floating in some other
world...  naked with another woman in a way I had never been before.  And
as she pulled me close and kissed me, tongue dancing with mine, our bodies
touched, nipple to nipple, belly to belly, skin against hot skin...  I felt
something inside of me melt away forever.

   Some would call it innocence lost.  I called it saying goodbye to the
empty place in my soul.

   She gently had me sit down on the edge of the bed, and then lay me back
as I felt her hand cup my mons, her fingers moving to my folds.  I moaned
and opened wider for her.  There was no hesitation now, no question, no
fear.  There was only Amy and her lips, the taste and touch and smell of
her against me.

   The jolt of pleasure moved through me as I moaned into her kiss, and she
responded...  kissing me more deeply without making it more forceful,
somehow...  it was her response in the dance that she was teaching me.

   My hips began to move with her hand, her finger entering me as her thumb
played across my clit, finding what felt best, improvising, adjusting... 
*communicating* in a way I'd never dreamed possible.

   She broke the kiss and moved to my breast, licking around the aureole
and then pulling it into her mouth, gently at first, and then with growing
intensity.  It felt like a strange tickle/itch, and grew until my chest was
heaving in passion, sending sparks down a hot wire straight to my clit.  I
couldn't stop my undulating hips and chest, and she, my ravager, only kept
on and on, knowing somehow that I had never felt anything so intense...  so
intense that it didn't even feel like the playing I had so come to love
over the last few weeks.

   So much better.  So much deeper.  It was almost too much to bear.

   As if she could sense my overload, she stopped and came back up to kiss
me.  "Are you all right?" she whispered.

   All I could do was croak.  "God."

   "Mmmmmm, good," she whispered again as she smiled.  Kissing me gently
and briefly with lips of silk, she stood again.  I wasn't worried.  There
was no loss.  I was completely in her hands, without worry or fear of any
kind.

   "Close your eyes, Sara," she said, softly.  "I want to take you to
heaven."

   There was nothing to do but do as she asked.  I felt her hands press my
knees apart.  *Oh my God...  she's going to...!* and then...  she did.

   I felt her tongue swipe up the length of my wet slit, making my legs
jerk strongly and outside of my control.  She laughed just a little,
tenderly, and said, "God, I love that.  I love making you feel this."

   I couldn't speak.  I only moaned more loudly and pulled my legs back,
holding my knees, widening myself as much as I could to Amy's probing,
wonderful tongue.  She pressed inward, causing a tremble to move through my
body, and then upward as she found my engorged pleasure button, sucking it
in, circling and flicking with her insidious tongue, like a fire dancing
pleasure into me with every movement.

   "NNNG!  NNNNGAH!  OH!  OH!  OH!" I began to chant in rhythm with her
flicking wonder-tongue, my hips grinding into her face as my legs wrapped
around her, pressing her to me.

   Her hand reached up as she licked, pinching my nipple roughly, and the
pain made me scream...  but it was a scream of delight as the pinch echoed
strongly in my clit.  Alternating pinches and flicks, I felt my mind going,
my thoughts only of *lust bodies skin pleasure fuck juice god YESSSS
UNNNNNNNGH!*

   I screamed loudly as my orgasm washed over me, her tongue glued to my
pulsing, cumming pussy, my body losing all elegance and jerking
spasmodically as my hips flew up and down off the bed, pummeling my new
lover with my crotch, toes opening and curling uncontrollably in ecstasy as
my tongue licked my lips and my teeth bit down....

   As I came down, I felt like my insides were spinning and wakes of
aftershocks moved through me, my coos of delight charging the electric air
between us.

   Amy slid up my body as my legs relaxed, her lips finding mine, covered
with my first taste of womanly juices and the tang of passion mixed with
the sweetness of her own swollen, fleshy, lightly bruised lips.

   I was ravenous...  throwing my arms around her in a kiss that marked my
true awakening.

   She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "You okay, sweetie?"

   I whispered back, awkward and clumsy in the wake of what had just
happened, "The book...  was so wrong.  This is better...  I...  I..." Tears
formed and I cried from joy, from loss, for all the years of having been so
alone, and so blind.

   We lay there fondling and kissing for a long, long time.  I let the
emotions wash through me...  of joy, love, sadness, sisterhood...  and the
beginnings of love and adoration for this woman who had given me so much.
It was beyond words.

   It was my homecoming.

   "What time do you have class tomorrow?" she asked, softly.

   "Eight-thirty," I said, quietly.  It felt like my voice was booming in
the quiet room.

   "You'd better get to bed then, lover...  it's two-thirty, now." *Lover.*
The word sent a delicious thrill through me.

   "But..." I squeaked.

   "No, tonight was your night.  A gift," she said, as if reading my
thoughts.  "We have lots more nights to share."

   She kissed me again, and I savored the moment, a moment I knew would
never come again.  *There is only one first time.  Remember everything,*

   I told myself.  *Every little, wonderful, glorious thing...*

   I put on my bra and panties and walked reluctantly to the door.  As I
reached for the handle, she walked up behind and reached around, cupping my
breasts and nuzzling my neck.  I melted back into her for a moment.  She
whispered, "How do you feel?  Okay?"

   "Mmmmm," I whispered back.  "Giddy.  And I'm thinking of everyone
hearing us tonight."

   "It worries you?" she asked, in between light kisses on my neck.

   "No," I answered.  "I'm...  proud.  I want everyone to know.  I can't
see how joy like this could be wrong.  I had no idea."

   "Yes you did, Sara.  You just gave me the honor of showing you what you

   already wanted."

   I turned around, and saw something I'll never, ever forget.  Her eyes
were filled with newborn tears.  "Sleep well, Sara-love.  And come back to
me, soon."

   I kissed her and walked back to my room, slowly, full of the grace of
joyous bliss, and full of the rapture and serenity of finally, perfectly,
finding the center of myself...  and the end of my rainbow.

   ---

   Part Two

   I went to what was commonly known as a "suitcase" school.  That meant
that on the weekends, everyone generally went home.  But I liked the space
and the seclusion of the weekends.  I was usually the only one around on my
floor.  In fact, there were usually maybe five people in the entire dorm.

   I lay in my bed on Saturday morning, thinking about what had happened
two nights before.  I read somewhere that doing something once is a fluke,
but when you do it twice, it is your own, and part of you forever.  It
wasn't like that for me.  It was part of me before I ever gave myself to
Amy.  I knew that, now.

   Amy had merely pulled back the curtain of my self-ignorance.  And she
had taken me into something beautiful beyond what I could have possibly
imagined.

   And now, laying in the quiet of the beginning of the weekend, I was
pulling down the waistband of my panties.  Again.

   I jumped at the light knock at my door.  "Just a sec!" I yelled, and
threw on a sweatshirt.

   I opened the door, and there she was.  My eyes must have been bugging
out of my head from my surprise, because she said, "Geez, Sara, I didn't
shower yet, but do I look *that* bad?"

   "No, no...  umm...  come on in, Amy," I stammered.  You would think that
after what we had done that I would have been ecstatic, and I was, but

   I was also scared.  It wasn't the sex...  I had no qualms about that...
but I was infatuated and knew it, and what I didn't know, at least for

   sure, was how she felt about *me.*

   "I just came to collect my property," she said, smiling.

   I gulped.  Hard.  My hands started shaking at her words.

   "You know, my book?" she prompted, raising her eyebrows.

   "Oh!  Right..."

   I walked over to my desk and placed my hands around it.  Looking down, I
said, "Um...  Amy...  about the other night...  I...  um...  well it meant
maybe more to me than..." I stammered until I got the nerve to turn back
around.

   I did, though.  Right into her arms.  "Does this answer your question?"
she whispered, pulling me into a passionate, searing kiss.  Her hands
grabbed my ass and squeezed, pressing me to her, arms trapped down, making
me moan into her wet, dancing mouth and tongue.  She took my tongue briefly
and suckled it...  pulling it into her as my knees went weak...  just like
they did every time I thought of her.

   Then she stepped back and took the book out of my hands while I stood
there, swaying stupidly, waiting for my mind to clear.  "Don't move," she
said, throwing the book onto the bed.  She grabbed my wrists and pressed
them over my head, pushing me back against the wall, her body leaning
against mine.

   "I want my *other* property, too," she said, smiling wickedly.

   I was taken aback, even as I trembled.  There was a little voice in my
head telling me that I should be worried.  But there was also a delicious
shiver that ran from my center outward, making my breath come in quick
little gasps.

   I was excited beyond belief.

   *Property.* God.  She was as obsessed with me as I was with *her.*

   As she held me, her soft, satin lips brushed across mine, over and over,
pulling back, not allowing the kiss as I stretched my neck forward... 
creating more and more need in me as the sensation melted my emotions into
quivering lust.

   I could only get lost in the feeling of it, the unhurried wonder of
allowing every sensation to course through me, romantic and hot.  The
emotional savoring, the holding back, the loving for loving's sake, was
destroying my most careful inhibitions, laughing at them, showing them for
the adolescent folly that they were.

   I was gasping so hard that I could barely breath as her lips met mine
again and took my spirit somewhere new.  Our tongues danced, reaching out
from the warm caverns of our mouths, pressing us into the joy of ethereal,
hot sensuality, and I was falling more deeply in love.

   "Would you like to take a shower, Sara?" she whispered.

   "I usually do," I answered, missing her invitation completely.

   "No," she said.  "I mean..."

   "Oh!" I felt totally foolish as what she'd meant came to me.  "Do you...
think it's safe?"

   "Sara.  I wouldn't ask if it weren't.  The only thing I had to be sure
of was that it wasn't the pot that inspired you before," she said softly,
the vulnerability hitting a string in me that vibrated my entire body as
she held me there, panting with desire for her.

   "Inspired, maybe," I whispered, almost silently.  "But it was all me
that said yes.  It was me that wanted you.  Wants you."

   It was Amy's turn to shiver.  "Ohhhh, God," she whispered as her lips
and tongue fell to my neck.

   It was a little while before we made it to the shower.

   ---

   I had a sudden deja vu of summer camps and gym class.  I felt completely
awkward, and fell into my regular washing routine.  But Amy had other
ideas.

   She threw back her head, standing backwards under her own shower,
letting the water run down her body.  I watched as she savored the feeling
of the rivulets running over her shoulders, between her breasts, over her
belly, and down to her delta...  while I became entranced by the vision she
presented.  God, she was sexy without thinking about it.

   Slowly she opened her soft, brown eyes and looked at me, smiling gently.
"You should just enjoy the water.  Take your time.  Feel it pour

   over you.  Let it seduce you."

   "I - I don't - I've never -" I stammered, feeling clumsy and foolish
with my washrag in my hand.

   "Here, I'll help," she said, walking over to me.

   "Just lean back into me," she offered, standing behind me under the
running water, her arms encircling my belly.

   I leaned back as her hands found my stiffening nipples, writing little

   circles around them.  Little ripples of sensitive pleasure moved through
me, causing my mouth to fall open, the water falling from one lip to the
other.  My eyes closed as I surrendered my mind and body to the feeling, a
long, whispered moan pushing out from my innermost self.

   I could feel her cradling me, responding to me, becoming one with my
emotion; one with my craving and impulsive, irresistible lust.

   There was a cold moment as she disappeared...  and then it was gone, and
she was back.  I felt her hands slide slickly up my belly and over my now
screaming, tight nipples.

   I smelled the soap in her hands and began to writhe obscenely against
her, wanting to seduce her as she was seducing me, changing me, awakening
the woman inside of me in a way that could never be denied again.

   My clit was aching as I put my hands over hers, pressing them down to my
hot little button, taking control of the motion, leading the dance as our
bodies slid together in a dance of Sapphic ecstasy.

   And then I exploded, nearly falling to the floor gasping as she laughed
and held me...  but it was a laugh of joy, of abandon, of shared bliss.

   I stood as best I could, and fell against her, kissing her deeply, my
own passion finally unbound and restless, my hunger let loose into the

   world in a whirlwind of light and love...

   ---

   We went out to the Canteen for breakfast.  She asked what I was going to
have and nearly fell over laughing when I mentioned something about

   "the usual nasty." Runny eggs, undercooked bacon...  but you'd have
thought we were having a candlelight dinner in the finest restaurant,
feeding each other, laughing, gazing into the light of each others' eyes.

   And then I saw it.  The thing that changed me, and us, forever.

   Amy was blushing.

   "What?" I asked, leaning my head in and smiling to her across the table.

   "Sara...  I...  there's something I have to tell you."

   My heart stopped.  I was ready for the worst.  She had a girlfriend.  I
wasn't being what she wanted me to be.  I was not the dream for her that
she was for me.  Fear gripped me like a vise and clamped down on my heart.
"Yes?" I asked, hesitating, preparing for the worst.

   "I know you think I'm all experienced and um...  that I'm like...  well,

   in control and all...  or something...  I don't know..."

   I kept my head forward but looking straight into her deep brown eyes. 
"Go on," I said.  "It's okay." I said it, but I wasn't sure I felt it.

   "It's just that you seem to be so...  attached so quickly and I don't
want to hurt or scare you..."

   I felt my tears, hot and painful, beginning to well up in my eyes, just
under the surface.

   "But...  it's never been like this for me either...  and I'm hoping I'm
right about the way you feel...  because I feel it, too.  I've felt it for
a long time."

   I let out a choked sob, in that exquisite place between expected pain
and surprised joy, and before I could stop my lips from speaking, I
whispered, "I love you, Amy."

   She stopped and stared...  and then smiled and got the most wonderful
coy look, like a child who didn't know what to do with all the joy of
Christmas morning.

   "God...  I...  I do love you, Sara.  I really do." I could hear the
tremble in her voice as she realized along with me, the depth of what we
were saying.  "I can't believe this," she said, her words cracked with
emotion.  "But...  feeling is believing," she said, finally sounding more
like herself.

   We finished and walked back to the dorm, aching to hold hands like
anyone else in love, but we held back, not wanting to risk anything that
would damage the fragile flower we had grown.

   When we got to her room, she turned to me and kissed me lightly, and
then again with pure love and passion.

   "Thank you for finding me," I whispered, when the words would come.

   "Thank you for being lost," she answered, smiling.

   We went into our rooms, smiling and slightly dazed, to do the things we
had to do before we could spend the rest of the weekend together.

   ---

   I could barely concentrate on my papers and schoolwork all day long.  I

   went through it as fast as I could, the desire to be with the newly
found love of my life driving me on with maniacal speed.  I had no idea

   I could type so quickly.

   When I finally knocked on her door that evening, Amy yelled, "Just a
second!" to the accompaniment of drawers closing and general commotion. 
Puzzled, I waited for a few moments until I heard the sound of the lock
clicking open.

   She opened the door, standing behind it out of view, and asked me in. 
The smell of sandalwood incense filled my nostrils as I stepped into the
glowing, warm room.  Several small candles were lit, basking the room in
golden light, transforming it from a utilitarian dorm room into a lover's
paradise.

   The bed covers were turned back, and I looked on, amazed at what she had
done for us...  for me.  My heart was fluttering as I stepped further in
and she closed the door behind me.

   I turned around to see her, now expecting her to be naked, but she was

   dressed in a sheer, see-through, peach evening gown with spaghetti
straps...  and no bra.  At any other time it would have been silly, and
certainly not in keeping with her boyish sense of playfulness, but I was
captivated, transported to a new world of romance and tenderness.

   She looked embarrassed.

   "Do you like it?" she said, nearly whispering the words.  My mind reeled
at her tender vulnerability.  She had no idea that in my world, she could
do no wrong.  "I mean, I can undo..."

   I stopped her words with my own forceful, relentless kiss, pressing her
back to the wall, consciously feeding the energy of my lust into her,
showing her the animal passion she had let loose inside me.  My pointed
tongue writhed against her own, her taste threatening to make me lose all
sense of where I was.  I thought I had been hot for her before.

   Now, I was the blazing surface of the sun.

   I curled one leg around hers...  feeling the new and unknown sensation

   of nakedness held apart by the most delicate of fences, the heat of her
body pouring from her and adding to mine.  I had no idea where I was
going...  I only knew that I was going there fast, and taking her with me.
My lips kissed across the soft line of her jaw, my face taking in... 
*breathing* in...  her hair.

   This was me as I'd never known I existed...  free and hot, the years of

   pent-up insecurity and passion flowing out of me and moving my body and
mind in ways that I had heard, but never believed, could be.

   Finally it was too much and I stepped back, breathing heavily.  "I think
you've created a monster," I said, smiling hopefully at her, hoping my
display was not ridiculous.  What a roller-coaster I was on.

   "No, not a monster, my love," she said, taking my hand and pulling me to
the bed.  "An angel."

   We fell to the bed, laughing and kissing, surrendering to the shared
passion that only seemed to get larger and more powerful with every moment.
Suddenly she stopped, and reached over to the chest beside the bed.  "I've
been saving something for tonight," she said, and pulled out a little piece
of foil.  "Unless you mind, of course," she went on, unwrapping the foil
from around what looked like a little square, like a bullion cube, only
dark green.

   I looked at her with a question on my face.  "Hash," she answered.

   She broke off a little piece and put it in a small pipe, and lit it. 
The aroma was pungent, but sweet...  not like pot at all.  She kissed me

   and blew the smoke into me...  in a suddenly very familiar ritual.  But
there was something special, something shared that was more than the green
square, and the silkiness of the high it was beginning to give me.

   Instead of it making me horny, it was making what I already felt more
tactile and alive.  I know I sound like a pure dopehead, but it wasn't like
that.  I was about Amy.  It was about me.  Us.

   After finishing about half of the little cube, she whispered, "Sara, I'm
going to fuck you all night long..."

   I moaned and fell backward onto the bed.  She straddled me, and then
slid one leg under me, her body leaned away from mine, her legs at my
shoulders.  I felt an electric jolt as her wetness touched mine...  and she
began to slide and rock against me.

   I'd seen this in the book she'd given.  It was one thing I didn't
understand...  but feeling her body, and knowing her love, I began to
respond with movements of my own.

   The feelings came slowly, in little twitches and moments of sparking
that teased at my pussy, gradually warming me and moving upward through my
body.  My nipples began to ache, and the pleasure of what she was doing
began to shape my thoughts and actions...  and I realized that we were not
just giving pleasure, but building to something...  something new and
wonderful.

   Our moans and mewls began to combine and drive us faster, finding a
rhythm that was both alien and irresistible.  I felt my climax building

   and heard Amy's gasping breath followed by a loud scream as she leapt
off the edge off the earth.

   Suddenly my mind was a tornado, my body on fire and the lust and love
and passion and fire combined in my soul, and I was with her...  one body,
one heart, one mass of perfect, blended bliss...

   I opened my eyes.  *My God, I passed out!* I thought, quivering still as
tremendous waves of pleasure passed through me again and again.

   Amy slid up my body, and she kissed me...  I could feel her heart
beating in her chest, and it was exactly in time with mine...  and I knew
that all the words of becoming one, of joining, of union, were not just
words, but some spiritual place of incredible reality.

   And then, as I trembled against her in love and awe, she was straddling
me again, this time across my belly.  Carefully walking up my body on her
knees, she stopped, kneeling, my breasts pushed up by her crotch and her
knees in my armpits.  As she looked down, shadows covered her eyes, giving
her an exotic look that sent an even stronger shiver through me.

   "Your turn," she said, quietly.  There was no question.  It was not a
request.  My mind reeled as I realized that this, for me, was the point

   of no return.

   I placed my hands behind her butt, pulling, and she smiled so tenderly

   that it almost made me cry.

   She fell forward to her hands, carefully lifting first one, and then the
other knee over my shoulders.  I cooed softly as the scent of her filled my
nostrils, and her folds became my world.

   She lowered as I stretched my tongue upwards for my first true taste
of...  of my *love*...  her knees moving wider and wider apart.  I could
feel the heat of her on my face, and relished the moment, and then gently
touched her swollen slit with the tip of my tongue.

   An electric thrill moved through me as I tasted the slightly tangy taste
of the woman for whom I had fallen so deeply.  Nervous shivers ran up and
down my spine, wanting to be perfect, to be everything she wanted me to be,
in that moment of incredible giving.

   I pressed in, and felt the satin essence of her embrace my tongue, and

   licked upward, finding her swollen, distended clit.  It seemed so
*huge*...  like a slick blister...  and as I heard her gently mewl, I knew
that I had reached my goal.

   I circled around it, teasing, and then glided gently across, over and
over, making my glory's legs twitch with each flick of my pointed tongue. I
remembered her words from our first moments, and realized how true they
were.  I moaned into her and pressed down on her clit, letting it pop out,
and she let loose an unearthly grunt/howl...

   I began to torture her, savoring each movement and taste, and the taste
that was changing as she began to grind her hips forward and back.  My own
hips began to move as I heard her begin to chant, "Sara...  Sara...  oh....
Sara...  god...  Sara..."

   I moved more forcefully, crazily, my head glued to her increasingly wild
gyrations...  my own lips swelling from the beautiful sliding of her
womansex across my mouth.  I was obsessed, uncaring...  the brief thought
of someone walking in and catching us only making me hope that

   they would...  I was in glory, in heaven, and giving my heaven to her...

   Her legs squeezed in on the side of my ears and she came, hard.  I could
hear her laughing scream through the near deafness she was forcing onto my
ears, and it only made me more driven, more consumed in giving her pleasure
and lust and release from the bonds of the mortal world.

   She slowly came to a stop...  her breathing hard and deep, raising from

   me and twitching as I gently rubbed my lips against her nether
companions...

   She lowered to me, laying on top of me, her dress wrinkled and half
pulled off, and we kissed, even more deeply, as if nothing was impossible,
as if the depth of our love could only go deeper, and the breadth of our
passion could only grow.

   I lay as if under the influence of a heavy narcotic, sweet and clear and
pure.  Amy whispered into my ear, as if for the first time, "Sara... 
sweet, sweet Sara...  I love you for true..."

   "As I love you, Amy.  I'll love you forever."

   Truer words were never spoken.

   Amy was, and is, my first and truest love.  Our years together remained

   unspoiled, and our time apart has only deepened what we feel.  We gave
each other a perfect gift...  the permission to be who we were and are,

   in everything.

   And she showed me the miracle that has remained a miracle to this day:

   At the end of every rainbow, there is no pot of gold...  there is only
the next rainbow to cross, and then the next, and the next...  and always,
together.





   Fin.

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