# Dancing With Life

Copyright ©2004
Maureen L Reardon
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The flames were flickering brightly, as if dancing with life. The fireplace had already captured the heat from the fire. Ryan was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, leaning back onto the the couch.
She sipped a cup of coffee, slowly, allowing the aromatic vapors to fill her senses. All of Ryan's senses were accepting what the evening offered. The heat of the fire, the dancing shadows enhanced by the flames, the excellent coffee; and, of course, Denise.
Denise was still in the shower, most likely trying to rinse the conditioner out of her hair. Ryan loved her hair. Loved to touch it, smell it, and to brush it for her. She took such good care of her herself. Smelling of peaches, an appropriate scent, as she was a peach herself, soft, yet firm, ripe with the sweetness of Ryan's favorite southern fruit.
Her hair flowed deeply down, ending in the small of her back. Seeing Denise naked from behind, always left Ryan short of breath. Denise's beauty snatched it away from her. Ryan never tired of looking at her.
Ryan gaze and thoughts shifted from the fire and its warmth, to the big window facing the lake. The sun was already below the horizon. The traces of daylight were fading into the wide expanse of water to the west.
Denise had been on Ryan's mind most of the day, and almost every day since Ryan had met her. Things had been tough for Denise lately. A demanding job, demanding home life; and decisions about both, that weighed heavier still.
Ryan was filled with satisfaction that Denise had chosen her to be with, to find the necessary distractions to save her sanity. Ryan knew they could not be together as often as they would both want, but also knew their friendship would survive whatever life dealt to either of them.
Within limitations, Ryan loved her, and she loved Ryan. Those limits also provided an element of safety Denise needed. There was the constancy of a loving friend, and the distance from commitment, as Denise sorted out her life. Within those limits, they shared a love and a passion few would ever find.
Wrapped in her thick terry cloth robe, she continued to sip the coffee as she waited for Denise to join her by the fire. They had made love for hours, earlier in the afternoon. The evening had crept up on them, without notice. Ryan's shower had relaxed her, to the point of giving in to the pull of the fire. The coffee, the fire warming the room, had hastened the effects. Her eyes closed, giving in to her contentment.
Denise knelt down next to Ryan's sleeping form, and removed the near empty cup from her hand. She could feel Ryan's warmth, inside the folds of terry cloth, as she sat close to her. She enjoyed watching Ryan sleep. Ryan's breathing was slow and deep. A satisfied sleep Denise thought to herself. Her own contentment derived from knowing she had satisfied Ryan, had pleasured her. She had given herself to Ryan, and had taken from Ryan the pleasure she had offered. They had made such sweet love, every time they were together. Ryan was so generous with her giving, so accepting in return. There was never the feeling that Ryan was only trying to satisfy herself.
Ryan's attention to Denise's needs, seemed to fill Ryan with her own fulfillment. No woman had ever treated Denise that way. Never had Denise received a loving, that had unleashed her passions to return it; with no inhibitions, no embarrassment, and no feelings that she was being used. She accepted Ryan's love, unconditionally.
She had her brush in her hand, as she settled in close to Ryan. She faced the heat and glow of the fire. Hair pulled over her shoulder, she began the task of brushing. She loved for Ryan to brush her hair, which Ryan did often, and willingly. This night, Denise brushed it herself, as Ryan slept beside her. As much as she enjoyed the attention and having her hair brushed by Ryan, she elected to let Ryan sleep. Denise turned slightly, to watch Ryan sleeping, as she continued with her hair. The sounds of the crackling fire, Ryan's slow breathing, and the brush gliding through her hair; were the only sounds in the room. Her eyes traced Ryan's face. Ryan had strong features, and was neatly groomed, with soft full lips. Even with Ryan's eyelids closed, Denise could remember the warmth flowing out of those blue eyes. At times they would appear blue. At other times, they would seem green. It depended on the light; and, Denise thought, Ryan's mood. Ryan's neck and shoulders, on which Denise loved to lay her head, peeked out of the robe.
Leaning over her, Denise kissed her eyelids softly, causing Ryan to stir from her sleep. Ryan's eyes came open, and a smile spread broadly across her mouth. She pulled Denise to her. They kissed sweetly, mouths slightly open, sharing their breath once again. Ryan loved kissing Denise, feeling the softness of her lips. She enjoyed the sweetness of Denise's warm breath as she breathed it in. The intensity of the kiss increased slightly, as the passions of earlier in the day remained on the edge of their senses. Ryan leaned back on the edge of the couch, as she moved Denise to straddle her lap. Denise's robe fell open, as she moved on top of Ryan. Denise's wetness was exposed to Ryan. The freshness of a hot shower, and the wetness of their passion lingered. Ryan's arousal was beginning again, as she moved slowly against Denise.
The tingling inside of Ryan was still there, from their earlier journey to the new place. Leaning into Denice, she flexed her legs outward across her lap, opening Denise to her. She wanted Denise again.
Ryan fulfilled Denise, taking her to the edge of ecstasy, once more. There was a wanting feeling around Denise's center. It was radiating outward to her knees, and upward to her lips; wanting Ryan to take her, and to love her.
Denise suddenly realized she was filled with an urgency to take Ryan, as she slid her hips slowly against Ryan's. Denise's slippery wetness was driving her into another swirl of passion. She had to satisfy the fire that burned so hotly, inside of her, to quench the urgent thirst of her desires. She was going to take Ryan.
Passion had made them drunk. Their lovemaking had exhausted them. The smell of their loving enveloped them in approval, for the lovemaking that continued, as they moved slowly against the receding tide of a beautiful climax. Denise had satisfied herself with Ryan. Denise's own satisfaction had exploded, to drive her into yet another unexpected delight.
They loved each other so completely, that nothing else mattered. They were Dancing with Life. Denise collapsed slowly against Ryan's chest, her head resting on Ryan's shoulder. Ryan's hands and arms slid up the smoothness of Denise's back, as she hugged Denise closer to her. Denise continued to have spasms that pulled. Each of which Ryan answered with a flexing pulse of her own. They 'spoke' to one another that way, for nearly an hour, never saying a word. Ryan stroked Denise's hair, playing with the wisps that fell around Denise's ear. Ryan whispered her love for Denise. Denise responded with a soft snuggle against Ryan, and a deep sigh of contentment. For they had just been Dancing with Life.
Maureen L Reardon