by Purple Hazel
“Wait. You know…really?” asked a stunned Ludmilla. Tatyana kept smiling and then added affirmatively, “Mmm-hmm. I think so.” Ludmilla turned completely to face her, scooting around on the ground to sit cross-legged in front of her lover. Tatyana matched her moves and did the same, still smiling and giving a humorous wide-eyed look on her face that made Ludmilla both want to giggle and yet also playfully thump her on the leg as if to say, “Hey, stop messing around, I’m trying to be serious.”
She did neither. It wasn’t her way of doing things. Instead, Ludmilla looked deep into Tatyana’s eyes searching them for not only sincerity but also complete awareness of what Ludmilla was confessing to her. Ludmilla stammered, “Seriously, Darling, you really do know that I'm not…uh…not a…?” Tatyana didn’t wait for her to say it, and even started nodding rapidly, still smiling warmly if not whimsically. Not wanting her lover to suffer any further, and suddenly realizing she was in absolute total acceptance of this revelation that she was not a man after all, Tatyana romantically reached up and stroked Ludmilla's cheek, pressing her fingers gently to Ludmilla's lips to stop her from saying anything more. Tatyana even giggled again in that way that Ludmilla loved so very much, but Ludmilla remained tongue-tied, eyes still wide open with anxiety. She gazed desperately into Tatyana's eyes for clarification.
Tatyana removed her fingers from Ludmilla's lips, holding up just her index finger and tapping Ludmilla lovingly on her chin. Now fully in control of the situation Tatyana added warmly and passionately, with a look of fiery desire that struck Ludmilla deep in her soul like a bolt of lightning on a stormy night, “Oh, but you are, my love. My…Lyev. You are all those things and more. And you’re everything I need.”
Of course Ludmilla, being the analytical type, kept wanting to make sure Tatyana understood their situation. “I can't give you children. I can't marry you. I don't have…I mean, I don’t have a…you know…” Even this revelation Tatyana cut short by interjecting, “I know, darling. I don’t have one either. It’s okay!” And throughout, Tatyana kept nodding and giggling blissfully like she couldn't care less.
Could this really be true? Could Tatyana have decided she could accept Ludmilla's love, even if she wasn't actually a man? Was that even possible? And for that matter, Ludmilla really had no idea how she could desire another woman either. She’d never understood her attraction to Tatyana in the first place! She just did, and that was all she knew. Prior to meeting and falling in love with Tatyana, she'd never had any inkling this was in her nature. She had no idea if it was right or wrong either. That's just what she felt, and it was absolutely real.
What's more, she only loved this one woman and always would the rest of her life. She certainly knew that as well! If Tatyana had rejected her, she'd most likely never love anyone else ever again. She'd have merely brought Tatyana back to Belgorod and reunited her with Bogdan; and that would be that. However, here was Tatyana completely accepting her love—accepting her for who she was—everything about her, too! That made absolutely no sense at all, unless it did, which it most certainly had to! That's what tormented Ludmilla's mind as she searched for more words to say.
Tatyana simply wouldn't let her go on. Instead, she stood up from the patch of grass they were sitting on, and reached down for Ludmilla's hand. “Come…let's go eat,” she said, “I’ll make you some Borsch from the food we brought and we’ll talk some more. Those filthy Turks took everything else, but don't worry…I can put something together.”
Ludmilla sighed, thinking, good God, not Borsch again. But she struggled to her feet anyway, stiff from sitting on the ground for so long. “That sounds nice, darling.” she muttered with a grunt. Tatyana embraced her passionately when she stood up and kissed Ludmilla deeply. Feeling no further need to hide her gender anymore, Ludmilla pushed into her fully and let her breasts press tightly against Tatyana's. It now felt so incredible doing it like that. All pretenses removed. No one questioning anything. No right or wrong. Just two lovers feeling sincere desire for one another.
And when they made love later that afternoon, it was the same thing. True, they fumbled about for a little while trying to figure out just what to do. Neither Ludmilla nor Tatyana had been with anyone before, so it was very new and exciting for them—quite experimental as well. But they eventually got the hang of things and made it all so very wonderful and beautiful for each other.
Naturally, neither girl had any inkling of what sex should be. Ludmilla might have had a general idea, due to being around five older brothers growing up. Several of them spoke about it when she was in her mid-teens. But that was little help in shedding light on the act of sexual intercourse. They made it sound more like brutality—an act of aggression toward women—using their superior physiques as a weapon and dominating their partner. Thus, Ludmilla couldn’t relate to what they were describing—didn’t have the ability nor the equipment to pull it off, even if she’d wanted to. But she did have her naughty little afternoons alone by the creekside. She certainly knew what she liked.
Similarly, Tatyana had no one to explain things to her in that regard either. Mother had died when she was a little girl. Father wasn’t about to have that sort of discussion with her. And neither the old ladies at the market nor the kids at church were talking to her about matters of that kind as a youngster. All she’d ever known was the men in the tavern bragging about their sexual exploits at brothels or boasting to her what they’d like to do with her—whenever Bogdan was out of earshot. Even they were rather vague with their descriptions; and what they described never sounded terribly appealing, truth be told. Therefore, Ludmilla began by gently asking Tatyana what she liked.
“So, my darling,” she said later that afternoon, “what do you, uh, what do you enjoy doing when you, uh, when you feel the urge to…you know, pleasure yourself?” At the time, they were taking a walk under the shade trees down by the creek. “Myself, I like to take off my clothes and swim in the creek. Just for starters, that is. I usually cool off in the water first, then lie down on a blanket by the bank and, uh, do my business while I dry off in the sun. How about you?”
Tatyana giggled, slightly embarrassed. “Do your business? Is that what you call it, Lyev?” At the time she was walking arm and arm with Ludmilla along the treeline. When their lands had been cleared decades before, this area was left intact to create a windbreak for the barley field. Ludmilla chuckled confidently.
“Yes, among other things. I’ve never talked to anyone about it, of course. Not until now. But that’s what I used to do, when I knew I’d be alone for a while. And you? Did you have a secret place you used to go to back at the inn, to, uh, you know, satisfy yourself?” Ludmilla was trying to be tactful, which only made it more comical.
“Oh, yes,” Tatyana admitted with a snicker, “I most certainly did. Shall I tell you about it?” Ludmilla replied with a nod. “Please do.” Tatyana then laughed. “Well, it’s not very romantic. You might even find it rather odd. But you see, we only had one day—Sunday after Mass—to rest ourselves before the coming week. And I still had to clean rooms of any guests who were checking out of the inn…even on Sundays. The tavern was closed, you see? So I’d go up to one of the rooms—after we got back from church—and lock the door behind me. The rest, well, it’s probably the same thing you…I mean…the same we all do to ourselves, right?”
“I guess so,” replied Ludmilla with a smirk. “You’re the first girl I ever talked to about it.” Then she remained silent for a while as they strolled along the banks of the creek. It was late in the season, and the water level was much lower—probably chest deep at the center. That gave Ludmilla an idea. “So how about this then…what say we take off our clothes and go swimming together, eh? I’m sure we can have a wonderful time you and me. How about it?” Tatyana readily agreed. “Sure, Lyev,” she answered happily, “whatever you want!” So they went back to the farmhouse and fetched a blanket.
Returning to the banks of the creek, the happy couple stripped out o
f their clothing and hung them over tree branches. Tatyana was truly a beauty! Brunette tuft of hair between her legs, perky breasts, curvy hips, and luscious legs: she looked even more beautiful than Ludmilla possibly could have imagined. It had certainly been worth all she’d gone through to snare this lovely gal. Ludmilla was beside herself. They then slipped into the cool water for a pleasant afternoon swim.
They splashed each other with water. Had a splendid time! Swam about and occasionally embraced below the surface while they kissed—heads poking out of the water and Tatayana’s arms draped over Ludmilla’s broad shoulders. Everything they’d gone through and all the troubles of the world seemed to fade away completely as they caressed each other in the coolness of the creek.
Dripping wet, they then climbed up the banks to the blanket Ludmilla had laid out for them. Lying down, their hands immediately continued what had begun underwater! Fingers explored as they continued to kiss and familiarize themselves with their partners’ bodies. They tried open-mouthed kissing, too, laughing and giggling as they experimented with the new concept. Neither girl knew what it was supposed to be like. Yet it didn’t matter. They were doing it their own way. Deciding how they enjoyed it the most and making it happen. Communicated by gestures, simple words, or by simply moving the other’s hand to where they felt the most pleasure. They made it beautiful in every possible way.
And yet fingers could only do so much! Ludmilla was the first to try it, but once she saw the reaction in her lover’s body, she was convinced her tongue could deliver Tatyana to a place she’d never been before. Licking and sucking Tatyana’s nipples, and seeing how her breath rose and her gasps and coos increased, she realized there was even more she could do for the girl. She began moving down her lover’s belly toward the peculiar aroma below. This she’d fantasized about doing many times before, especially during those long winter nights. Pictured what it would look like, too. Now it was splayed out before her: Tatyana’s intimate sanctuary. She felt drawn to it, and Tatyana’s reaction to her approach gave every indication it would be an exciting experience.
Oh, did she taste wonderful! Sweet and yet salty. Pungent yet fetching. Ludmilla took little time in finding just what the girl loved having done to her. At first she was cautious, fearing that impacting Tatyana’s hooded bead of flesh with her tongue might cause her to startle. But she didn’t. Tatyana only sighed deeply as though she’d been waiting her whole life for such incredible sensations. Yes, this was so much better than fingers splaying open the labia and rubbing her to orgasm. Her tongue could do much more! If this was how good sex could be, she’d never want anything else. Life suddenly seemed so complete.
Planting her lips around Tatyana’s clitoris, she then began sucking the little knot of flesh until Tatyana began bucking and trembling with delight. “Oh, Lyev! That’s wonderful! Right there! That’s perfect! Keep doing that…yes!” And Ludmilla was happy to comply. She kept on doing it until Tatyana eventually squealed with ecstasy. “I’m coming. Lyev! Oh, my Darling, I’m…(gasp)…that’s it…I’m—” then she cried out with passionate delight. Ludmilla kept on going until Tatyana was gripping her wet hair and grinding her vagina into her. Seemed like she wouldn’t stop climaxing! Ludmilla didn’t mind. She stayed on the job until Tatyana practically fainted. “Oh, my God, Darling!” she finally heaved with satisfaction, “I’ve never felt anything so incredible in my…in my life!” Then she gradually calmed herself. Sweat was beading up on her forehead. Ludmilla then continued to lap up her salty secretions until her labia glistened fiery red.
“I didn’t know I could feel like that. You’re amazing!” Tatyana gasped. “Oh, lover that was…that was (sigh). I love you so much. My God that was fantastic!” Then after a few minutes of cuddling with Ludmilla, she said mischievously, “Now let me try it, Darling. Let me do it for you, okay?” Ludmilla chuckled. “You sure?” At the moment Tatyana was reaching over between her legs and massaging her crotch. It felt so good she didn’t want her to interrupt her soft caresses. Figured it would be delightful just to reach orgasm like that. Why go to the trouble of going down on her? Nevertheless, she agreed. Judging by Tatyana’s earlier explosion, she could only assume it would be a wondrous experience for the two of them. “Okay, my love. If you want to, let’s do it.” Tatyana giggled with delight.
Ludmilla was everything Tatyana could have desired in her wildest dreams. Big, muscular thighs. Mannish build. Tight abdomen. Ludmilla was like a Greek god. Sinewy biceps and forearms. She was attractive yet not only in a feminine way. She was beautiful, with a hairless chest and belly, yet she was so tall and thick. It aroused her, moving down Ludmilla’s strong body to between her legs and her thick, sandy blonde pubic hair. Tatyana knew she could be as aggressive as she liked. Knew she could go right to work on her lover’s vulva to deliver an eruption Ludmilla would never forget. She didn’t hesitate…plunged her face into Ludmilla’s sweaty netherness and went right to work on her clitoris. Ludmilla groaned in response.
However, Tatyana’s approach was far from gentle! She devoured Ludmilla with her mouth and went to work licking and sucking everywhere. Ludmilla’s sweatiness between her legs and her strong odor only inspired Tatyana more. She made short work of it, too, driving Ludmilla to a screaming gut-wrenching climax which left her gripping the blanket with both her fists as well as her buttocks. When she shook and trembled in ecstasy, Tatyana only picked up the pace, driving her insane with pleasure. It was like nothing she’d ever fantasized about! And when it was over—her body sweating in the afternoon sun—she practically swooned from the heat and exertion. Meanwhile Tatyana was like a hungry she-wolf! She sucked and swallowed Ludmilla’s creamy juices while she trembled and cried out passionately. Tatyana wouldn’t stop either. It looked like she would keep on going until her lover came yet again! And she did. Two more times. The excited girl simply wouldn’t let up! When they finally finished, Ludmilla was a physical and emotional wreck.
On wobbly legs Ludmilla later led them back across the creek, Tatyana draped over her shoulders and giggling like she was drunk. She wasn’t even tired! It was like she’d waited her entire life for a lover who could free her from her lonely prison. Ludmilla had opened her up to her true sexuality. Question was could she even come close to keeping up with the gal in bed! Ludmilla knew only one viable solution. She’d have to get this sexy vixen back to the farmhouse and continue right where they’d left off—which they did—until Tatyana had come several more times that afternoon. Only then, did she finally collapse in a heap on the bed. Ludmilla was pleased to see her so completely fulfilled.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms as evening set, and slept that way peacefully—right through the night and well into the dawn. In the morning they were still passionately entwined, Tatyana sleeping on Ludmilla's chest with Ludmilla's arm hooked lovingly around her shoulders. Ludmilla was first to awaken, with a warm glow throughout her body. Tatyana began to stir soon after.
And when they were both awake, they started making love all over again! Then they dozed together exhausted before waking up to do it one more time before rising from the bed. By breakfast time they were getting pretty good at it! That day was truly a glorious one indeed; and the next couple weeks thereafter were just as grand, as the fields matured and neared harvesting time. The days were suddenly brighter and more beautiful. The smells of ripening crops and wildflowers smelled so much sweeter. The gurgling creek nearby sounded more wondrous, too. This was going to be their life together, and they both realized it. Ludmilla was the happiest she’d been in her entire life. Tatyana clearly felt the same. It was apparent in the smiles they flashed toward one another. It was in the way they touched and caressed each other.
The barley was thickening and the days got hotter and drier. Ludmilla spent her mornings irrigating the fields from the creek, and in the afternoons, the two women would bathe naked when their chores were done. Then they could climb out of the creek cooled off from the water, and make love on that blanket in t
he hot sun just like that first time with each other, drifting off for an hour or two before it was time to get dinner ready. They could talk about the future, too!
As always, Ludmilla had it all planned out in her mind. Tatyana loved lying across her chest caressing her body and listening to her lover tell of her visions for their future. They could farm, they could work at the inn, they could make vodka, they could hire employees, they could travel—they could do most anything together! Oh, the possibilities. In fact, why couldn’t they get married anyway? After all, no one alive knew Ludmilla wasn't a man—only Tatyana. And the priest who'd christened her as a baby was by now long dead. No church records could refute her claim she was a man, if she simply walked into a church and said she her name was “Lyev the farmer” and she wished to marry Tatyana, the innkeeper’s daughter. They'd have no argument with that, would they now? Why not just do it?
Weeks passed, with each blissful day melting into the next. Ludmilla felt it was time to pop the question. “Tatyana, would you marry me?” she asked one afternoon while they were working together in the fields. In response, Tatyana giggled and said, “Of course, Lyev. Of course, I would; and I will.” Then she added, “But can we?”
Ludmilla began to explain it to her, and detailed exactly what she envisioned for them. If indeed Belgorod had survived the invasion—and the Tatars had not burned it to the ground—perhaps they could return there and work with Bogdan at the inn, just like normal, just like before! Who would ask any questions? Bogdan would certainly approve, after all. Tatyana agreed with her. If on the other hand—God forbid—something horrible had happened, they could just stay there on her family farm and grow old together. Tatyana waved her off when she said that, assuring her confidently, “Oh, I'm sure my father is fine. I like your first idea better. Let’s go back and run the inn together. Now that you’re with me, I won’t mind it so much anymore.”
