Isabel's Healing

by Maggie McIntyre

  “On what?” Bryony felt a little nervous.

  “On where you kissed me. I’m very ticklish on the soles of my feet.” Isabel kept smiling, one of her lovely golden smiles, and she put up her face towards Bryony. She had an impish grin, and suddenly Bryony could see totally sexy eyes.

  Bryony turned to face her and gently smoothed her hair away from her forehead. Then she bent forwards and lightly felt for Isabel’s mouth. It was soft and warm and opened for her without hesitation, and the kiss then deepened and went on for so long she wondered if she would die before she could bear to let go.

  Chapter 15

  Isabel’s teeth parted and she let Bryony’s tongue invade her. She felt a kiss full of hunger and need, but also full of promise, enticement, and pure lust. When their mouths did come apart, Bryony could see that Isabel’s eyes had dilated into deep, almost navy blue pools. Her still damaged chest was heaving, and there was a sheen of sweat across her forehead which hadn’t been there before.

  “Oh...”

  “Oh. Your first kiss with a woman? How did that feel?”

  “I’m not sure...”

  “Oh, not sure eh, well we had better try again. Maybe I can do better this time, make things clearer.”

  “Isabel...”

  It was half a plea, half a statement of total acceptance.

  Isabel pulled her back down and kissed her full on the mouth once more, and then she followed it with delicious little kisses over her face and round her jaw line. Bryony realized she was enjoying this too much to even say anything or put up any resistance.

  Isabel was giving her just what she needed. They were kissing like lovers. Damn it, they were lovers, and an uncompromising acceptance of this fact gave her a lightness of spirit which invaded her mind.

  “What a privilege, to kiss Isabel Bridgford.”

  She put up her hands to capture Isabel’s face, and rolled into another deep drinking kiss from those beautiful lips. Still fully dressed, even down to her trainers, she lay on the covers above Isabel’s body and absorbed the intimacy of their relationship. When the kiss finished, she lay with her head as close as possible to Isabel’s.

  “I can’t put any weight on you. But could I lie in bed and just hold you, maybe just for tonight?”

  “I haven’t slept with anyone since Carrie.”

  “Sorry, should I go then? Have I taken it too far already?”

  “Don’t be daft. Of course I’d like you to sleep with me. Here I am in this great double bed all on my own. Anyway, I thought you wanted some lessons on being gay, or was I wrong? How about you go and take your clothes off, and come back prepped for night duty? I’m not going anywhere.”

  Isabel’s eyes were dilated, almost like a feral cat’s in the moonlight. Bryony slid out of bed, her whole body aroused and burning with desire. She deliberately wriggled her hips as she walked away, back to her own room, where the cooler air helped her stay focused.

  This was it. She was about to lose her gay virginity. It felt like the first time for sex ever. Was she ready? Damn right she was. Isabel was up for it, she trusted her on that one. She needed sex. They both needed sex. Bryony knew this could be the breaking of the ice dam inside her body, that she could cross the Nile once and for all. She slipped out of her jeans and tee shirt, socks and trainers, and then bravely removed her bra and panties. She felt primitive, wild. She wanted to be good for Isabel, desirable, ravishable. She wanted to be taken. It was something she had never felt before.

  Isabel’s voice sounded from the bedroom.

  “Come on, girl. I want to see you in here, now. Get a move on.”

  She was raising the stakes. Isabel knew just the level of dominance that Bryony would best respond to. She was a natural at this.

  Bryony called back.

  “Coming. Don’t be angry. I’m just...just locking up.”

  She went first to the front and only door of the cottage and turned the key in the lock, turned out the lights in the kitchen and living room, and then presented herself at the bedroom door. She stood there, naked. It took a lot of courage, but she suddenly felt completely wanton.

  Isabel was still in the bed, but she had thrown back the sheet, and had half lifted her nightgown.

  “Come and help me get this thing off. You know I really can’t stand these horrible nightgowns. They’re like army issue.”

  “Then I don’t see why you should have to wear them. I can think of ways to keep you warm.”

  Bryony lifted Isabel up and pulled off her nightgown completely. The woman was breathing deeply, staring up at her body, and she remembered Isabel had never seen her naked before. Her nipples hardened in automatic response to Isabel’s intent gaze.

  “Would you like your evening massage now?”

  “No, not just now. I just want to look at you. Lift your arms up and tie back your hair.”

  Bryony obeyed, lifting her hair up and looking around for something with which to tie it. She remembered she had some bands in the bathroom and went to get one, turning it round twice until it was tightly effective as a hair band. Isabel watched her as she fastened her hair up and out of the way.

  “Why?” she half asked.

  “I just wanted to see your breasts rise up like that. I knew you would have a wonderful body. Turn around, slowly. Yes, like that. Now come closer to me now and kneel above me on the bed.”

  Bryony sensed just how wet she was between the legs. She had never felt like it before, and the stickiness almost embarrassed her, but Isabel appeared unfazed. She just looked happy, very happy, like a cat presented with a large saucer of cream.

  Bryony knelt on the bed and then lowered her upper body so that her breasts fell forward and teased Isabel’s face. She could feel herself flooding. This was getting seriously awkward.

  Isabel put up her hands and took Bryony’s breasts, cupping each one and then nudging them over so she could grab the right one between her teeth. She bit it, none too gently.

  Bryony squealed, whether with arousal or fear she wasn’t sure. She began to pant and pushed herself down against Isabel’s wicked mouth, grabbing her hair.

  Isabel changed breasts and started to nibble and tickle her left nipple. The sensation travelled like a ribbon of fire down into Bryony’s core.

  “So, you wanted a lesson in what gay women do in bed together,” whispered Isabel, her breath arm against Bryony’s skin. “Is that true?”

  “Yes, Isabel. I think I need to learn as much as you can teach me,” she breathed back, and then squealed as Isabel’s hand, quicker than she anticipated, suddenly shot forward and felt up between her legs.

  “Ah,” she breathed in happy understanding. “You’re closer to coming than I am. I can see this apprenticeship need not be too long. Lie down next to me and spread these legs, wide. I want you as open to me as you can. I’m now going to give you a fine lesbian lesson in anatomy, my little medical student.”

  Bryony was released and tipped over so she lay next to Isabel, naked on the bed.

  “Cans of beans indeed! I can think of much better therapy for wasted arm muscles. Just lie back and think of England, darling.”

  Isabel’s experienced technique made Bryony understand she was literally in the hands of a master, or rather mistress, of lesbian love-making. Her hand entered her, one finger at a time, teasing open her labia and relishing the wet response. She lay her head on Bryony’s shoulder and pinioned her down with her one good leg, then kissed her just behind the ear before tickling it with her tongue so Bryony writhed in excitement against it.

  Down below the pulse of Isabel’s stroke became faster and deeper. Soon three fingers were inside her and Bryony couldn’t contain her response. Her first orgasm against Isabel’s hand came within seconds, and a bright shower of color invaded her brain as the orgasm shot through her whole body like a firework shooting skywards. It was such a wonderful feeling she could hardly contain her screaming, and then remembered she didn’t have to worry. This wasn’t a dorm b
edsit with wafer thin walls, she could make as much noise as she liked, if Isabel didn’t object.

  There was nothing but distant cows and sheep outside for more than a mile. Isabel was laughing though, a real joyous laugh. She was obviously having a hell of a good time with her hand still inside Bryony, her tongue and teeth nuzzling her ear.

  She whispered, “I’m a bit hampered here, with my leg, but you get the picture. How was that, girl? I take it you didn’t exactly hate the whole business?”

  Bryony could hardly speak, but she pushed the words out as she tried to steady her breathing. “Isabel, I have never, ever come close to an orgasm like that before now. I realize now what it is, what I’ve been missing. You are wonderful. It was wonderful. I will die happy.”

  “No time for dying, but I’m glad you weren’t disappointed. That was just a practice run, a warm up. Would you like to learn what else two sexy women can do together?”

  Bryony’s head nodded of its own accord, and Isabel took her hand and placed it right up against her own triangle of pubic hair. She’d opened her own legs and Bryony could feel how wet she was. She gently invaded Isabel’s body, and walked her fingers in through the labia and up inside her mistress’s secret passage.

  Everything inside was warm and soft and silky smooth. Isabel began to moan, so Bryony withdrew just a little and located the firm nub of her clitoris which she began to caress gently, then with a firmer pulse. This came naturally. It was a million times more natural than trying to have sex with a boy, so much more subtle, so much gentler and more effective. She did to Isabel what she had so enjoyed Isabel doing to her, rather shyly at first and then with more confidence.

  Isabel moaned again, and then pushed Bryony back deep inside her. She came in a great tearful whoosh of sexual release. Bryony was as happy as a sand boy. She had made Isabel come, she had reciprocated with a simple loving touch, and the woman had climaxed almost automatically. It was so natural. Why had she ever thought it was something so hard?

  She lay at peace for a full two minutes before she saw that Isabel had no intention of letting things rest there. The woman was on top of her again, with her teeth, her tongue, and her newly liberated fingers. Bryony was initiated into lesbian sex with what one might call a thorough induction.

  Isabel pulled her up the bed until she was virtually sitting on her face, then began to lick and kiss her from the inner thighs up to her clitoris, with long, sweet kisses, which turned her on once more with such intensity she thought she might die on the bed. In all she had four explosive orgasms, and by the end was weeping openly. Then Isabel turned her fiercely over on to her stomach and smacked her sharply on the backside.

  “Ow! What’s that for?”

  “No reason, really.” Isabel laughed wickedly. “I just felt like doing it, and it should focus your mind back in the right direction. I can’t be doing with sniveling.”

  Isabel was triumphantly happy. She had been given this gift, the sexual enthusiasm of this beautiful girl. She would have a sex partner now for the rest of the summer. It was like her own ice-cream supply after walking through the desert for a year.

  Bryony felt the sting of the slap and decided it was time to take sweet revenge. She gathered Isabel into her arms, and it was almost 2 am before she was done with touching up and tormenting her. They fell asleep in the end within minutes of each other, a tangle of bodies and sheets, and slept right through, until the sun came shooting through the bedroom curtains well after 9 am.

  Chapter 16

  Isabel looked sideways and managed to pick up her phone. 9:20? It couldn’t be serious! She doubted she had ever been asleep at this time in the morning in her entire life, even when severely jet-lagged and recovering from a three month work stint in Nepal.

  But the sunshine outside the window seemed to endorse what the numbers on the screen claimed. Tucked warmly beside her, an arm still laid across her stomach, there was a sweep of honey colored hair and a warm body.

  So it hadn’t been a dream or a delirium. Bryony had come into her bed and they had made love for hours. Really, the girl was as gay as a jaybird, and her sexuality had ignited Isabel’s inner fire, so she had come almost as soon as Bryony had touched her. She just hoped that when Bryony woke, she wouldn’t regret the whole night’s work and run screaming away into the woods.

  Bryony simultaneously was trying to process similar fears as she lay still with her eyes firmly shut. She could feel Isabel stirring beneath her hand, and tried to remember who exactly had initiated all that wonderful sex. Would Isabel be furious with her in the light of day? Would she even perhaps ask her to leave? She didn’t want to wake and face the music. She wanted to stay wrapped up around Isabel like this for ever.

  In the end, they each took their courage in both hands and opened their eyes simultaneously, gazing into the other’s, and smiled.

  “Hi,” tried Bryony softly. “How are you? Shall I go and make you a cup of tea?”

  “Tea,” laughed Isabel, “the old British ice-breaker above all others.”

  “Do we have any ice to break?” Bryony immediately felt insecure, but Isabel put her arms round her and hugged her tightly.

  “Not that I can see. How are you, my darling? I’m ashamed to say I feel wonderful. Sex with you seems to have acted as a superb opiate. Who needs pills? I just hope I don’t get addicted.”

  “We did rather go at it, didn’t we? I hope I did OK, for the first time.”

  “You have nothing to worry about at all, Bryony. And I’m afraid to have to break it to you, but there is no ambiguity here. You are without a doubt one of the gayest young women I have ever met. You are naturally gifted at showing your feelings, and you came like a firecracker as soon as I laid a finger on you.”

  “I did, didn’t I?”

  “You did, and I did as well, I who had almost decided to take a vow of celibacy before I met you.”

  “I’m so happy you didn’t. Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Oh, for being such a good teacher, for showing me how wonderful gay sex is. Can I have some more lessons soon please?”

  “My darling, it will be a pleasure, as many as you like. You already have played havoc with my original good intentions to keep our relationship completely impersonal and platonic.”

  “But we can carry on as before, can’t we? I haven’t ruined anything I hope.”

  “No, you haven’t ruined anything. I just feel the healing project has just gained a whole new dimension to it. Although you’d better not put last night’s activities into your thesis! Let’s just accept who we are and what we have, and to answer your original question, yes, tea sounds wonderful. I am just going to try to hop and swing myself into the bathroom, while you put the kettle on.”

  Isabel gently pushed Bryony out of the bed, and watched her with undisguised pleasure as she stood naked and reached for a towel to wrap round herself. Bryony turned and helped her in turn to stand, and did a similar long appraisal of her lover’s naked body. It was all she could do not to tip them both back into bed for another three hours. But she reached for Isabel’s dressing gown and slipped it round her, wrapping it firmly over her breasts and tying the cord tightly.

  “Put your weight on my shoulder and I’ll take you to the bathroom.”

  “Thank you.”

  “My pleasure. I mean my real and complete pleasure.”

  “Go and boil the kettle. I am thirsty for tea.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  The rest of the day, indeed the rest of the week until Thursday evening, passed in a glorious haze of sunshine, bookwork and sex. They were so content, and Bryony especially was a very happy bunny as she could see the results of her therapies for Isabel really bearing fruit. Her lover had lost all her bruises, and her face had filled out. She no longer looked gaunt and strained and she slept every night in Bryony’s arms after each ‘lesson’ in love-making.

  On Wednesday evening, after a long book session, Bryony washed Isabel’s
hair for her, and also ran a deep bath into which she helped her sink while leaving her plastered leg resting over the side. She poured in some of her lover’s expensive shower gel and whooshed it around so there were copious bubbles. Isabel lay back under the water and closed her eyes in bliss.

  “Ah, that is really wonderful. I’m not selfish. Why don’t you get in with me?”

  “I don’t think...”

  “Do it, now! Come on, you can lie down in front of me.”

  “Yes, Isabel.”

  Bryony stripped off slowly, knowing how much she aroused Isabel by slowly turning her back so, as she bent over to remove her jeans, her butt rose up and enticed her.

  She slipped off her underwear, and then holding the edges of the bath slid down into the hot water in front of Isabel, who grabbed her round the waist and pulled her back against her. Then she began to play with her breasts and gripped her crotch possessively under the water. It felt luxuriously decadent.

  “Steady, tiger. Is it possible to come under water?”

  “If I want you to come, you will come.”

  “Oh will I? What about you, in that case, oh beloved mistress? What about you?”

  Bryony rubbed her backside against Isabel’s front, and then put her hands underneath her to tickle her way under Isabel’s defenses. Within minutes they were both thrashing about and bath foam was flying everywhere. Isabel won the contest, making Bryony scream as she came in an uncontrolled fit of bucking against Isabel’s wicked fingers. In the melee the bath plug was pulled out and to her dismay, Isabel’s lovely relaxing bath was disappearing beneath her. She was lucky to keep her bad leg still aloft out of the water.

  “Oh, bother, that was unexpected,” she said with a deadpan expression. “We had better get out, I suppose.”

  Bryony felt she was the one supposed to take prime responsibility for their domestic arrangements, so she heaved her body out of the bath, and then helped Isabel. She wrapped her up in a large bath sheet and dried her tenderly.