Cynthiasat in her patio, pondering her life as she put down a book by Ana•s Nin. Thecold morning sea breeze cut through her chiffon robe and slippers, the chillwent through her body, turning her milk white skin into a row of goose pimples.Her long brown curls twirled freely in the wind, reminding her how Stephen oncetouched her hair. They were to be married, but Stephen left her waiting at thealtar. From then on Cynthia swore that she would never be hurt again, even ifit meant she would be alone forever. From her patio she looked out at theswirling ocean and the white, foaming waves crashing on shore. The waves werelike his empty promises, seemingly full of promise but ending up as little morethan foam. Stephen was ready to give her the universe in and its wonders, onlyto give her suffering and pain .
Despiteit all, at least I can still laugh at the comical tragedy that is life, Cynthiathough as she reached over to the small metal table to her side. Putting
ÒAreyou all right? What happened to you?Ó Cynthia ran out to meet the woman.Finally meeting her between the water and her patio, standing in front of thedripping woman, her face twisted in concern.
ÒNoCynthia, IÕm fine. But, are you all right?Ó the strange woman smiledmysteriously back at Cynthia, batting the wet hair out of her face and awayfrom her plump breasts.
ÒHowdid you know my name? Who are you?Ó Cynthia took a step back, staringcross-eyed at the woman.
Thewoman stepped forward, closing the distance between them. ÒMy name isConstanceÉand I heard your thoughts, youÕre very lonely. Is there somethingthat I could do?Ó Again, shesmiled, her ocean green eyes sparkling.
ÒWhatdo you mean by that? You heard my thoughts?Ó Cynthia tied to look away fromConstance, but she couldnÕt. She had seen thousands of women, but never reallylooked at a woman before, for the first time she saw the gentle curve of herhips, the contradictory hardness and softness of her plump breasts, the wispyhair that that was below her taut stomach that lead...no, she turned her backon this woman, closing her eyes, ashamed of her thoughts.
ÒWhyshould you be ashamed to be attracted to me? IÕm attracted to youÉyou calledme. You were so lonely... Ó Constance stepped up to Cynthia and embraced her,kissing the small of her neck.
Pullingaway and then turning again to face this strange woman, Cynthia stared at herwith fire in her blue eyes. ÒBut IÕve always heard that it was wrong to thingslike that with another woman. I donÕt even know how to do it...What are you?Ó
ÒIÕmwhat youÕve wanted for so longÉdo you always question your deepest thoughts anddesires? Why not just accept them.Ó Constance again stepped forward, simplylooking at Cynthia, smiling gently.
CynthiaÕsface was wrought with confusion, but at the same time a longing for somethingthat she hadnÕt felt in a long time. Cynthia sighed, and closed her eyes,folding her arms against her chest. As she folded her chest, Constance put herarms around her, gently kissing her cheek blushed cheeks.
Cynthiaopened her eyes then unfolded her arms, starting to embrace Constance
ÒNo,no...I canÕt do it...no, I canÕt do it...someone may see...Óshe ran back to herpatio, opening her siding glass door, shutting it and then running to herbedroom, slamming the door behind her. As she shut the door behind her, sheturned, screaming as she put her hands out in a defensive manner, her bodyshaking like a fish dangling on a fishermanÕs line. Constance, if that reallywas her name, was in her bedroom, standing directly in front of her.
ÒHowdid you get in here? This canÕt be...ÓCynthia shook even more violently,moaning in what might have been horror or delight as her hands tried to go forthe doorknob. But she couldnÕt open the door since she felt an irresistibleurge to wildly embrace this woman kiss her and make love to her. Cynthia beganto lose her breath, reaching to the tie of her robe and pulling it losethrowing it down on the floor. She embraced Constance, kissing her savagely,biting her bottom lip as she threw her arms around the strange woman. Constancedid the same thing exactly, matching the kiss and the embrace with the sameferocity and vigor.
Constancepulled her head back for a moment, and only held Cynthia to her, she smiled andsaid: ÒNow you can live out your fantasies and dreams that you buried and hiddeep down in your mind. Love me as you have loved none other in your life, takeme Cynthia. Take me now.Ó
Cynthiasmiled with wild delight as she took ConstanceÕs hand, leading her to her kingsize bed. Constance, then Cynthia got on the bed and lay down, to embrace one another,kissing and holding each otherclose. Cynthia went to ConstanceÕs ear, putting her ear to it and sucking onit. She whispered in ConstanceÕs ear: ÒThis is just the first thing IÕve alwayswanted to doÉÓ. With her tongue in ConstanceÕs ear, Cynthia slowly moved herhands to ConstanceÕs fine hands and simply held them, grasping them tightly.Constance also moved her hands to CynthiaÕs breasts slowly to gently massagethem.
CynthiaÕstongue slowly went down her neck licking and kissing every inch of ConstanceÕswet skin, going down ConstanceÕs arm, down to the elbow and finally to herhand. She sucked on ConstanceÕs hand, pulling it in and out of her mouth, andfinally sucking on the individual fingers. Constance closed her eyes, smilingand moaning softly under her breath. Preoccupied with her own pleasure for themoment, Constance simply laid her hand on CynthiaÕs breast, slowly moving asshe shuddered in ecstasy.
Cynthiapulled the now moist hand from her mouth, holding it in front of ConstanceÕsoval face. ÒTouch me with your hand.Ó she put ConstanceÕs hand directly aboveher clit.
Constancedid exactly as she was told, as she move her hand down then began to rubCynthiaÕs clit, slowly and gently. She did it with some hesitation, verydeliberately and slowly, as Cynthia frowned. ÒThatÕs not how I like it...do itthis way.Ó
Cynthiaput her hand on ConstanceÕs clit, and began to rub. She rubbed violently anddeliberately, making Constance shriek in pleasure, arching her back slightly.Cynthia smiled as Constance cried out, which only added to her own pleasure.Finally, Constance returned her hand to CynthiaÕs clit, rubbing it again. Thistime, Cynthia screamed, still rubbing at the same time, only increasing thespeed. The two of them rubbed each other, moaning and breathing simultaneously,as though they were exact duplicates. Suddenly Constance stopped, pushingCynthia on her back, she began to rub her clit against as Cynthia rubbedagainst her. They began to moan and pant in unison, so enraptured by eachother.
Thetwo women rubbed against each other faster and faster, wet hair and dry hairflew in all directions as their speed only increased. Finally, the two womenlet out half a scream and half a moan as they orgasmed at the same time, boththeir bodies releasing the built tension. Constance pulled away, putting onefinger in Cynthia, then another and then next, until her entire hand was insideher. CynthiaÕs body shook again, wincing in pain and in pleasure as Constanceclinched her hand into a fist, then thrusted forward. After only a moment,CynthiaÕs entire body shook as she came again. Cynthia grabbed Constance,pulling her to her, to greedily kissing her. The room smelled of a combinationof sweat, sea salt and vaginal tears, the two women embracing and kissing eachother.
Constancemoved to CynthiaÕs side, taking the still shaking woman into her arms andputting her head on her shoulder. ÒI know you enjoyed that as much as I did. Wehave to do that again, and we willÉsoon.Ó Constance smiled and cooed, playingwith CynthiaÕs hair. ÒBut, I must go now...Ó
Cynthiamoaned, not in pleasure, but in anguish, clinging to Constance beginning tocry. ÒYou canÕt leave me. You canÕt...Ó Her hands grabbed ConstanceÕsshoulders, holding them down weakly, just as a little girl would cling to her favourite doll as her youngersister might try to tear it out of her hands.
Constancebrought her hands to CynthiaÕs head, bringing it from her breast as she leanedto kiss her passionately on her lips. ÒNo, youÕll never be alone again. Just goto the beachÉand rub thisÉÓ A brilliant ruby cut in a heart, that wassurrounded by gold and hung on a glowing silver chain suddenly appeared in ConstanceÕs hand. ÒIf ever you feelalone, rub this and I will be there. I am yours forever.Ó Constance kissedCynthia once more, her lips locking around CynthiaÕs, their tongues meeting andtouching as they embraced as both their hands moved up and down their backsgently. Constance put the necklace over CynthiaÕs neck, the ruby falling torest between her breasts, a perfect contrast between the pale white skin andthe blood red ruby. Slowly and ever so gently Constance broke away fromCynthia, with a tear in her eye. ÒRemember, youÕll never be alone again. Comeand walk with me to the sea.Ó Constance got up from the bed, taking CynthiaÕshand in hers leading her to the door.
Theywalked out the patio and down the beach, hand in hand, still completely nude. Agentle breeze embraced the two lovers as they reached the shore. The once clearmorning had become a blustery afternoon, black storm clouds still far out tosea slowly making their way overthe bay to the shore. The two women walked until they reached they very edge ofthe sea, stopping as the waves washed against their long legs. They embracedonce more, clinging and kissing each other, as if they both knew it would bethe last time they would be together.
ConstanceÕslips made their way to CynthiaÕs quivering ears, kissing and whispering in it.ÒRemember me, Cynthia. Dream of me, my love...Ó They hugged each other tightly,squeezing one another in desperation. This time it was Constance who brokeaway, starry eyed, clearing her throat, sadly gazing on her lover. ÒI am yoursforever...Ó Constance waved and slowly walked into the sea, her head turned tolook at Constance tears also clouding her green eyes.
ÒBewell...Ó Cynthia grasped the ruby between her breasts with her right hand, abiting pain at her heart. She walked at ConstanceÕs side into the warm sea.They held hands as they went into the froth, tightly gripping each otherÕshands deeper and deeper until they no longer held hands. Cynthia winced,turning around and swimming back to the shore. The west wind bit at her, butshe was not cold, she was full of warmth and love from the ruby that hungaround her neck, singing a love song. Oblivious of her nudity, Cynthia smiled,wrapping her arms around her chest and walking from the sea to go home, full ofrelief that she would never be alone. She did wonder when she would see herlover from the ocean again and, what would happen when she would call on herÉ