Heart & Soul

by Layce Gardner

  “That’s good,” Esme said. She got up and poured Sharon more wine. “It’ll settle your nerves. I know this is a lot to take in and even I don’t know quite how it works. Somehow, I am tied to this house.”

  “But I’ve seen you out walking.”

  “Tied—as in this particular plane of existence.” Esme said, sitting down next to Sharon. She put an errant curl behind her ear. Esme was gorgeous—pure and simple—and seemingly very corporeal.

  “Am I dead and I just don’t know it yet?” Sharon asked.

  “No, you are very much alive.”

  “I thought ghosts were… see-through?”

  Esme laughed. “You’ve read too any novels, my dear.”

  “It wasn’t a dream, was it? We made love? That was you?”

  “So many questions. How about we exist together right now?” Esme took her hand. “Let’s go upstairs and I’ll try to explain to you what I have in mind,” Esme teased. She kissed Sharon’s hand.

  Sharon trailed Esme upstairs. Her heart pounded in her ears.

  “Don’t be frightened,” Esme said.

  “You read minds too?” Sharon asked.

  “No, although I would like to know what goes on in that pretty head of yours.”

  They entered the bedroom and stopped beside the bed. Esme stroked Sharon’s face. “You must know I want nothing more than to please you.”

  “You did a pretty good job of pleasing me last night,” Sharon said.

  Esme laughed. Her laugh sounded like tinkling glass. “Then let’s try again,” she said, pushing Sharon onto the bed. Esme shimmied out of her dress. She stood pale and beautiful in the moonlight.

  Sharon reached up to touch her. She let her hand slide down Esme’s shoulder, her breast, her stomach. Her fingers lingered between Esme’s thighs. Sharon marveled at the feel of her. Esme didn’t feel like a ghost at all. She felt warm and vibrant and very, very alive.

  “I love your touch,” Esme murmured.

  Esme leaned over Sharon and slowly unbuttoned Sharon’s blouse and unhooked her bra. She took her time unbuttoning Sharon’s pants and pulling them off her. She slipped her fingers under the waistband of Sharon’s panties and slid them down her hips, and slowly down her legs until they puddled at her feet.

  Esme stood over Sharon, her eyes trailing over her nude body. Esme took her time, drinking in the sight of Sharon’s breasts and curves.

  “So beautiful,” Esme whispered.

  Sharon closed her eyes. She swore she could feel Esme’s gaze on her body. Her nipples grew tight and erect. She felt a breath of warm air on her nipples and when she opened her eyes, Esme was bent over her, licking her breasts. Her warm, wet tongue slowly traced circles around her nipples. After several savory minutes, Esme pulled a nipple into her mouth and nipped gently, teasing the nipple until it grew even harder. She held Sharon’s other breast in her hand, kneading, and then running her tongue across her collarbone and kissing her neck and ears.

  Sharon felt herself growing wet. She couldn’t contain her excitement. She pushed Esme’s hand between her legs and begged, “Please. I want you so bad.”

  But Esme didn’t answer. Instead, she took a deliciously long time, lightly kissing her way down Sharon’s body. Finally, Esme’s breath was between Sharon’s thighs. Her tongue darted out, parting Sharon’s lips.

  Sharon gasped.

  Esme buried her face between Sharon’s thighs, her arms extended, still kneading Sharon’s breasts, toying with the hard nipples while she ran her tongue between the lips of Sharon’s womanhood.

  Sharon began to grind against Esme’s tongue. “My God,” she panted. “I’ve never… It feels so…”

  Esme thrust her fingers inside. She sucked Sharon’s sweet spot. She pressed her mouth tighter, sucking her in and out of her mouth and pressing her fingers against her G-spot until Sharon could barely stand it. Sharon moaned deliriously.

  And when she climaxed, mere moments later, it was as if a volcano erupted, spilling hot lava between her thighs. She had never felt anything so exhilarating, so liberating, so incredible.

  Sharon grabbed Esme and pulled her on top of her. She slid her hands down the length of Esme’s body, pulling Esme’s thighs over her face and saying, “My turn. I want to taste you now. I want you in my mouth.”

  “My God,” Esme groaned. She held on to the bed’s headboard and rocked her hips against Sharon. Sharon slipped her fingers inside. Esme bent back and caressed Sharon’s wet bud bringing them both to climax at the same time. Esme cried out in ecstacy.

  She cuddled up to Sharon. They kissed and traded caresses that promised more was to come.

  Sharon wanted this moment to last forever.

  *

  The next morning, Sharon woke with the dawn. She sat up and stretched. She knew without looking there was nobody in bed with her. It had only been a dream. A lovely dream, but a dream nonetheless.

  Sharon saw the diary on the floor, its pages splayed open. She picked it up and a photograph fell out of its pages and into her lap. Funny, she hadn’t noticed the photo before. She held the photo up and looked at it.

  It was a picture of her!

  It couldn’t be possible.

  But it was.

  It was a sepia-toned picture of herself. She was sitting in a wooden, ladder-back chair. She was wearing a gauzy dress with a belt hanging loosely about her hips and a wide-brimmed hat trimmed with a long bow. Her ankles were crossed demurely and she was smiling shyly at the camera.

  Sharon sat stunned, looking at a picture of herself taken almost one hundred years in the past. She turned the photograph over. Written in her own handwriting were the words: To my dearest Esme. With my entire heart and soul, Helen.

  “Now you know, my love,” Esme said, pulling Sharon back into bed. She wrapped her arms around her, spooning her from behind. “We are finally reunited.”

  “But how?”

  “Does it matter? We’re here now and forever.”

  The End

  Other works by the Layce Gardner & Saxon Bennett

  Novels:

  More Than a Kiss—One minute Jordan March was falling out a window and the next she was falling in love—with the emergency room doctor! It looked as if nothing could stand in the way of Jordan and Dr. Amy Stewart finding true love together... except a banana peel, a psycho stalker, a lesbian poetess, an extreme chef, a KGB spy, and a sex toy inventor.

  Crazy Little Thing—Ollie and Claire fell head over heels in love, drove to Iowa and got married. One year later they realized they’d made a big mistake. But in order to get divorced they have to drive back to Iowa and live together for three months before the judge will grant them a divorce. Can Ollie and Claire fall back in love? Can their love survive a divorce?

  Join Ollie and Claire as they teeter between happily ever after and happily never after.

  Short Stories:

  Heart’s Desire—Lizbeth's relationship with Donna was stuck in a rut—until she rekindled the fires of desire.

  Afternoon Delight—Olivia is having a really bad day. While on her way to her high school reunion she ruins her new dress. She stops at a house with a for sale in the yard. Olivia hopes to clean herself up and get back on her way. That is … until she meets the sexy and gorgeous realtor who gives her a tour of the house that she will never forget.

  Score—When Melissa leaves her beloved New York City to fly to Portland and interview a soccer player for Slash magazine, she expects the trip to be nothing short of dreary. To her surprise, the evening is filled with unimaginable delights that leave her a soccer fan forever.

  Skin—Samantha discovers that you can find love in the oddest of places—even in a tattoo studio.

  Veronica’s Tale—A modern day allegory for the everyday lesbian. Everything changes for Veronica the day she wakes up and discovers she has a tail.

  Memoirs of a Gay-She—You’ve heard the old saying two brains are better than one? Well, Layce and Saxon’s two brains have melded to
gether forming the equivalent of one and a quarter brains, which anybody knows is more than one brain. And they mooshed this brainchild into one book containing their best blogs. That’s right. The very best of Saxon and Layce’s blogs are brought together in this one book!

  Rated R for foul language and rampant lesbianism.

  Shorts—Five short stories: Veronica's Tale, The Day I Tried Out for Cheerleader and Other Stupid Stuff, The Lesbian Brain: A User's Guide, The Last Dance, and Rest In Pieces

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  Check out the authors’ blogs at Laycegardner.com and Saxonbennett.wordpress.com