“I got the tires all taken care of,” she called as she turned on the faucets. She put her bag of toiletries on the counter within reach of the tub and hung up her robe. She wasn’t sure if she should close the bathroom door completely or if she wanted to continue the conversation with Maddie.
“That’s good. How bad were they?” Maddie grasped at the conversation opener. At least if they were talking about inconsequential things, they were talking.
“Holes galore,” she reported, still debating on the door. She compromised, leaving it ajar as she began to disrobe. She cursed the clunky boots she wore, a necessity here in Africa. She wanted to be wearing something sexy, something seductive, but had nothing like that with her. This was when she missed living back in the States. Sigh, she would have to make do.
“Yeah, they do get more than their fair share,” she answered inadequately over the noise of the water echoing in the bathroom. She felt stupid. Talking about tires with her potential lover.
Their conversation veered from the tires to the supplies that Deanna expected to pick up. “Don’t let me forget to buy more shampoo,” she called as she soaped her dirty hair, not once, but twice in the luxury of the bath. She watched as the suds spread out on the water and reminded herself to shave her underarms and legs as she pulled the plug.
Their inane conversation continued as Deanna rinsed out the tub, brushed her teeth, and finger-combed her unruly hair. She liked its length and yet couldn’t spike it up as much as she normally did. She shrugged, there was nothing for it at this point, she didn’t even have gel. She put on antiperspirant and used the hairdryer to dry under her arms. She also used it to dry the junction between her legs, wondering if she should have shaved there, or at least trimmed. Finally, she used the hairdryer on her head hair. She looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what Maddie was attracted to. Her eyebrows were too thin, her eyelashes stubbly, and she made faces at herself in the mirror. Finally, she bravely put on her robe, gathered up her dirty clothes and hung them up, then opened the door fully to find Maddie sitting in the same chair.
She could see that the nurse was uncomfortable. After all, they had come here to pursue her curiosity. No love had been spoken between them. They were just indulging in healthy sex, at least that’s what Deanna told herself clinically. The conversation had died with the hairdryer. She walked slowly over towards the window to see if there was anything to see. The balcony blocked most of the view and she wondered what Maddie had been looking at. The woman had stood up to look out the window when she heard Deanna come out of the bathroom.
Deanna went to put her arms around Maddie and just then there was a determined knock on the door. Glancing at Maddie, exchanging a look of concern with the redhead, she headed for the door.
“Fire, fire,” the man on the other side of the door called in French. She nodded that she understood and quickly closed the door. She was reaching for her bag as she translated for Maddie, but she had already understood.
“Of all the timing,” the redhead muttered.
Deanna grinned understandingly as she turned to give the nurse privacy as they both quickly changed into something more appropriate, hoping they had time as they heard the banging on other doors. They were both dressed and in their boots in no time, carrying their room keys as they followed others down the steps and out into the streets.
“Do they know what happened?” Deanna asked some of the onlookers. Everyone was looking at the hotel, smoke billowing out the back of it.
“Fire,” she was told time and again, not really telling her anything. She thought it a bit ironic.
“That man there said it was something in the kitchen,” Maddie had overheard and told her.
They watched as the fire brigade put out the fire quickly. It was a while, a long while, before they called that the guests could safely return to the hotel. Deanna wondered if it had been some sort of ruse to get the hotel guests out of their rooms so they could be rifled and then cursed herself for being such a cynic. Theft was a way of life here for some, but there were still good people and she refused to forget that. As she walked up the stairs to their room behind Maddie, she admired the redhead’s curves in the jeans she was wearing, wondering how the buttocks would look naked and hoping that this little incident wouldn’t ruin things for them. They were both on edge and she didn’t want to lose the opportunity to be with Maddie. It had been building for too long.
Maddie wondered if she smelled like smoke now…or worse, perspiration. She was nervous, excited, and overanalyzing every little thing. What if she was inadequate as a lover and Deanna didn’t really want her? What if this turned out to be a colossal mistake? Was she just curious? Did she really want to be with a woman? Was this just because she was out of her normal element and Deanna had been kind? Deanna...she was so kind, and patient...and yes, she wanted her. She turned in the room and asked, “Do you think there will be any more fires?”
“Nope, I think this was a one-fire deal,” she teased as she watched Maddie nervously walk over to the window, this time leaning out to look up and down the darkening street. Deanna’s hand went up to her eyebrow and began touching the hairs. She walked determinedly over to Maddie, coming up behind her.
As Deanna leaned up behind her Maddie gasped. “Are you okay?” Deanna asked concerned.
“Yes,” she whispered, feeling very shy.
Deanna slipped her hands slowly around Maddie, feeling every curve, every line through her clothes, pulling her body against her own. She could feel the redhead tremble slightly. “Are you sure?” she asked softly, her lips a breath away from Maddie’s ear, her breath caressing it.
Maddie thought for a second, her eyes closing at the soft caress, imagining what it would feel like if Deanna’s lips touched there, or on her neck, perhaps her tongue as well.... She wanted to shudder at the tightening of her body—it was that erotic as her mind took leaps. “Yes, I’m sure,” she breathed softly, not wanting to talk, wanting to go wherever this was going to take them, but unsure of how to proceed. “Are you? Have you changed your mind?” She sensed a hesitancy in Deanna. This confident and knowing doctor, who bravely cut into a body to repair it, who she had admired from the first moment she met her, she seemed...almost afraid to take charge.
Deanna smiled at the answer and wanted to laugh at the questions. Instead, she unknowingly obliged Maddie’s unspoken fantasies. Her lips touched softly on the shell of Maddie’s ear, her tongue darted out to taste the skin. Gently, she licked down around the curve of her ear, then tasted her neck, her lips touching here, then there. “Yes, I’m sure,” she echoed Maddie’s statement. “No, I haven’t changed my mind.” Her hands began to unbutton the shirt that Maddie was wearing, effortlessly opening the buttons that hid her skin from Deanna’s agile fingertips.
Maddie wanted to lay her head back on Deanna’s shoulder, she wanted to just say “take me,” but instead she sighed into the feelings that the doctor was invoking within her body. She loved how Deanna’s hips felt against her buttocks. She wondered if Deanna realized they were ever so slightly dancing against her, rubbing a musical rhythm that only the two of them could hear.
Deanna finally had the shirt open. She pulled it off Maddie’s shoulders slowly, her lips following along the material’s line as it fell down to Maddie’s elbows.
Maddie straightened her arms so that the shirt could fall to the floor, but it didn’t. Their hips were glued together, Maddie’s buttocks to Deanna’s pelvic bones. Neither woman noticed. Deanna’s hands had immediately moved to touch all that bared skin, her fingers caressing the naked expanse. When they encountered the bra holding Maddie’s breasts up, she reached inside. At the first touch of her fingers on Maddie’s nipples, Maddie gasped and arched into the hands holding her. Maddie’s own hands had curved around behind her to hold Deanna to her, to clasp Deanna’s curvaceous ass, grinding suggestively against her pelvis.
Deanna spun Maddie around in her arms, reaching for the clasp that held h
er bra together and effortlessly releasing it as she leaned in for a kiss. The shirt fell to the floor, neither noticed. Maddie obliged her as she opened her mouth to breathe, instead finding her breath captured in a titillating kiss that had her further gasping for air. Deanna reached once again for the breasts that were now surging against her own shirt-clad breasts, aching to be touched.
“No fair. You’re still dressed,” Maddie complained between kisses as her own fingers grasped Deanna’s ass firmly so that she could rub her center against Deanna’s.
Deanna was the one to gasp now, she was so aroused she could have come right then and there. She wanted to take it slow, for Maddie’s sake. She wanted to make their first time together memorable…to make Maddie’s first time with a woman something she would never forget…to make love to her so that she would love her forever....
Slowly, between the two of them, they removed the rest of their clothes. As they stood there naked, breast to breast, pelvic bone to pelvic bone, mons to mons, leg to leg, Deanna smiled dreamily at Maddie. Maddie had closed her eyes, not ashamed at her nakedness, not ashamed at seeing another woman naked. As a medical professional she had seen patients in various stages of nudity over the years, but this was Deanna, this was the woman she was about to have sex with. No, not sex. She was about to make love with this wonderful, brilliant, caring woman. She knew she loved Deanna, had not only fallen in love with the idea of making love to a woman, but had fallen in love with the woman herself before she even knew that it would be possible. She hadn’t wanted to ruin the moment from her fantasies with the reality, but already it was better than the fantasy. She peeked with one eye squinting, saw Deanna smiling at her, and was brave enough to open both of her eyes. Deanna smiled even more as she saw the amazing green eyes in the redhead looking back at her.
“Get on the bed,” she requested as she began to gently push, using her entire body to maneuver Maddie to the bed.
Maddie felt the mattress behind her knees and nearly fell ungracefully. Quickly she caught herself on her hands, letting go of Deanna’s delicious body, but only for a moment because the other woman was lowering herself onto Maddie. In that brief moment, with the glimpse she got of the physically fit doctor, she felt inadequate. Her own body, while not fat, and on the ‘barely edible’ diet they had both been on, still felt a bit like an ox in comparison to Deanna.
Deanna obviously didn’t notice as she wanted to feel Maddie under her. Her skin against her own. She immediately resumed making love to the nurse.
Maddie forgot her insecurities as Deanna kissed her, the warm body above her own feeling so sweet, so welcome, and so good. She invited Deanna in, her own hands caressing down her lover’s back, her nails one way, her soft fingers the other, up and down until she got bold enough, once again, to cup Deanna’s buttocks and press her own pelvis upward while pulling Deanna down, their middles gyrating slightly as they ground suggestively.
Deanna kissed her way down to those pointed tips on Maddie’s breasts, feeling the arousal under her lips. Gently she tongued first one and then the other, blowing air on the one, making it harden more, if that were possible. She was rewarded with an intake of air that she was sure Maddie wasn’t aware she was making. She could scent Maddie’s arousal in the air and desperately wanted to taste her. Not this time though, she didn’t want to scare her. Instead, her hand slipped between them, gently caressing skin, until Maddie unconsciously shifted towards the hand. Deanna wanted to smile, to gloat a little at the telltale signs Maddie was giving off, of her need to be touched so intimately.
Maddie was on fire. She had felt arousal before. She had daringly, one night, even relieved herself among the snores and snufflings of her tent mates. Tonight though, she needed, she wanted, Deanna to touch her there...and now! Her hands caressed and rubbed Deanna a little more frantically than she realized when Deanna began to touch her skin towards her center. She wanted her so much! She wanted to experience it all and she was impatient.
“Easy, baby, easy,” Deanna soothed her. Her fingers never stopped their descent though. She moved unerringly down Maddie’s body, feeling the dimpling of her curves, the lines of her amazing body, and then the soft pelt that was her pubic hair. Deanna was relieved that Maddie wasn’t one of those women who shaved. She had experienced that in a past partner and didn’t like it at all. It reminded her of making love to a child—not that she had ever done that—but no hair to her meant a child. She wanted a woman, and in her arms right now was a woman! A curvaceous and real woman! Her fingers found the slit that was hiding the jewel she was looking for. She could scent Maddie’s arousal earlier and now she could feel it. The folds were slick with it. She could feel the viscous fluid on her fingers, wondered at the quantity of it, longed to taste it with her tongue. She played with it, her hand cupping the redhead’s mons and squeezing slightly. Maddie gasped with delight at the sensation.
Those endlessly fascinating fingers of Deanna’s were going to be her undoing and she relished the prospect of it. As they touched her intimately, she shifted over so that they would have full access, her legs spreading a little and Deanna’s leg fell between them.
Gently Deanna raised her leg, her thigh hitting the back of her hand, she began to thrust her leg up, her hand curving into Maddie’s body. With two fingers inside and her thumb on the small appendage that thrust up, wanting attention, it was a definite pleasure to hear the gasp Maddie let out at the sensation. She began to thrust suggestively with first one and then two fingers. Her tongue moved back up Maddie’s inflamed body, entering her mouth and fencing with Maddie’s own tongue.
Maddie wrapped her arms around Deanna, her fingers plunging into the blonde’s hair, pulling at it, encouraging her without even knowing it. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now.
“Easy, baby, easy,” Deanna murmured comfortingly, sensing her lover’s increasing frustration. She was thrusting in and out and knew she had to increase the pace. She wanted Maddie so aroused that when she did come, she would do so memorably. She didn’t have long to wait though. She knew that a lot of what Maddie had been feeling, a lot of what had built up, was in her head. She just stroked it out physically and smiled in her kiss as she felt the other woman stiffening as she began to come. She caught Maddie’s cries of release in her mouth in a searing kiss. She continued to thrust and play with the wetness, hoping to bring out a second orgasm from Maddie and wasn’t disappointed as it built up once again.
Finally, Maddie pushed at her arm, mutely begging her to stop. Reluctantly, Deanna ceased and pulled her fingers from Maddie’s overheated body. Slowly, she moved to Maddie’s side, removing her weight and enjoying watching the woman regain her equilibrium. She caressed the expanse of skin she could reach, calming the redhead and enjoying the skin she could see in the fading light. She finally just held the woman close to her.
Maddie lay with her head on Deanna, deeply contemplating what they had just done. She thought there would be more, and yet she was satisfied. Then she realized that Deanna hadn’t had satisfaction and she began to feel guilty. It was only fair that Deanna enjoy herself too. Yet when Maddie began to caress Deanna, the blonde grabbed her hand and held it close. She was still breathing hard, but didn’t seem to want to continue.
“Is something wrong?” Maddie asked, unsure if she had done something she shouldn’t have.
“No, not at all,” she answered, pulling herself in.
Maddie lifted herself onto her elbow, pulling slightly away from Deanna to look down on her. She saw something there she couldn’t quite fathom. “You don’t want me to make love to you?” she asked, feeling hurt for some reason.
Deanna looked deeply into Maddie’s eyes. How could she tell her how disappointed she felt in the experience? That she hadn’t taken her pleasure because she lost all desire for it. She didn’t want to ruin the experience for Maddie. They’d built up such expectations for it all. “It’s okay, I’m fine,” she found herself saying and then mentally groaned. Fortunately, Ma
ddie didn’t know the universal woman’s call for ‘everything is not okay, definitely not fine.’ Maddie wasn’t experienced enough and Deanna certainly wasn’t going to enlighten her.
“But what about...?” Maddie asked, confused.
“You don’t need to cum each and every time,” she hedged, not telling the whole truth. While it was true that cumming was the ultimate pleasure, it was the lead up to it that was truly the best part. The actual act of cumming was merely the culmination of that lead up. Deanna hadn’t felt it and her analytical mind was picking it apart already.
“But...” she began again.
“Shhh,” Deanna said and pulled Maddie’s head against her chest, hoping to be left to her thoughts so she could slowly decipher why she hadn’t felt what she should have. Her first conclusion was that Maddie didn’t do it for her, and she knew that was false. Maybe she had just put too much emphasis on this encounter, this first time.
Maddie might not be as experienced as Deanna, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew instinctually that something was wrong, but she couldn’t figure out what. And she would not turn this into an argument, not now. She chose to retreat and to enjoy the aftermath of her own experience as she thought over every moment, reliving it in her mind.
Deanna heard Maddie’s breathing slow, indicating she was falling asleep, and she was relieved as her mind needed time to go over the whole experience. Why hadn’t she felt the need for her own body’s relief? Why had it stopped when it should have been brought to its own natural conclusion? She felt something was missing, and not just the orgasm she should have pulled out of her own body even if Maddie didn’t know how. She could have ground down on Maddie, getting her own enjoyment. Her body told her that now it was possible, but she wasn’t happy at all with how this had concluded. It took her a long time to fall to sleep as she analyzed, no, she overanalyzed the situation.
Because Deanna had fallen to sleep so late, it was no wonder she overslept the next morning. Maddie woke well before her, watched her sleep for a while, and laughed at the fact that she was snoring slightly and drooling. She carefully extracted herself from Deanna’s arms, wondering that she had slept within them the entire night. That had never happened to her before. She went to the bathroom, washed herself, and thought about the previous night. She was no longer certain that Deanna’s explanation was correct. In her mind, Deanna should have cum too, an expression of her body’s release to Maddie, just as she had cum for Deanna. She didn’t know why Deanna hadn’t cum too, but she felt vaguely dissatisfied about the situation. Something felt wrong. While she knew not everyone needed that release, she was certain someone of Deanna’s passionate nature would need that. She sat naked in the chair by the window and watched Deanna sleep. She’d turned since Maddie’s body heat wasn’t there to draw her in, and had flung her leg outside the blankets and left herself exposed. Maddie looked at the doctor’s firm, young body for a long time before an idea came to her. Gently, she slid in next to Deanna and began to caress her, touching everywhere she dared, arousing her in her sleep.
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