She Became My Water

by Amy DeMeritt

  Bailey and I have to dance close, but can’t touch at all. It’s very frustrating and exciting at the same time. The movements that Cory’s having us do are very expressive of making love and its almost agonizingly arousing. Bailey and I have only gently teased and caressed each other’s bodies while kissing. This is so much more intense and we’re not even touching each other.

  When the music ends, Bailey presses me against the tree we’re standing in front of and starts kissing me fervently. Her passion seeps into my veins and tugs hard at the nerves in my clit, making me moan. Bailey’s body presses in hard against mine and she grips my ass hard. Oh god! One of her hands slides down the back of my thigh and lifts my leg up to her hip and she presses her hip into my center, making me release another small moan. I slip a hand in the back pocket of her shorts and squeeze her firm cheek while my other hand rests on her lower back. Bailey releases a moan and her hand holding my ass runs up my side and firmly massages my breast.

  People start to shuffle through the woods as everyone converges to regroup around the fire. The sound of people approaching causes Bailey to check her desire and she pulls back breathing hard and smiling. She releases my leg and gives my ass one final squeeze before she pulls me along to rejoin everyone.

  Cory has some really amazing equipment. She is able to upload the camera footage immediately and quickly pieces together the footage from all three cameras. It doesn’t take long for her to have a sample raw video for us to watch. She’s going to clean it up and make it look like a real music video later, but for now we can at least get an idea of what it’s going to look like. It looks really good so far. Cory picked an electronica dance song without many real lyrics and the movements she had us perform really fits well with both the music and the atmosphere she created.

  After we watch the raw footage, everyone starts to break up into groups again and getting beer and food. As Bailey and I are about to walk away, Cory stops us by clearing her throat. “Uh, just so you know, the camera was still recording when the music ended.”

  She makes a click and the video starts playing just before the end of the song. We bend down and watch as Cory pans in closer to us. I smile really big and feel a new twinge between my legs watching it. Cory looks up at us both with a big grin.

  “Can I use this in the video?” Bailey laughs and nods her head. “Go for it.”

  Chapter Eight

  By the time we get back to my place, after the bonfire, its after midnight. Cory had given everyone baby wipes to get the body paint off before we got in our vehicles, but it didn’t come off completely. Between the paint, sweat, and baby wipe residue, my skin feels kind of gross. I really want to get a shower.

  After Bailey puts the rest of the beers in the fridge, she kind of shuffles on her feet in an uncertain way. I grab her hands and pull her in close. “Do you need to leave? I was thinking we could take showers and hang out for a little bit if you aren’t too tired.” She smiles warmly and nods her head. “Ok, I definitely could use a shower.”

  I let Bailey take her shower first, and while she’s in there, I put a movie on low so she’ll have something to entertain herself with when she gets out and is waiting on me.

  I feel too gross to sit down on any of my furniture so I end up pacing around my living room while I wait for her. Just as I’m passing by my bookcase, something that doesn’t belong catches my eye. I smile and lift the blue Easter egg. I crack open the plastic shell and out falls a small quartz crystal cluster.

  When I was a little girl, I could spend hours searching for Easter eggs. I actually liked searching for Easter eggs more than I liked opening Christmas presents. I would find all the eggs and then beg my parents to hide them again for me. I loved it. When I got older, it became one of those things that I had to grudgingly give up because I was just too old for it. My mom, however, knows how sad I was that I had to give up the game. So, occasionally, she’ll leave these eggs somewhere for me to find. What she puts in them varies each time. She has put anything from candy to jewelry to even these little gems from nature. She must have quickly snuck this on the shelf when she came to take a shower here last weekend.

  While I’m examining the crystal under my lamp, Bailey comes out, barefoot and wearing fresh shorts and a fresh tank top. She stops a few feet in front of me still tussling her hair with the towel to dry it. She looks so beautiful. She smiles and exhales in a relieved way.

  “I feel so much better now. I felt so gross before.” She notices the crystal in my hand and smiles. “What’s that?”

  I explain to her about my mom’s habit of leaving hidden eggs for me and she smiles really big. “That’s so cute. I really want to hug you right now.” She looks at my body and I look down at myself and laugh. “Ok, I’ll be quick in the shower.” I hand her the little crystal cluster and gently kiss her cheek as I walk passed her to go get my shower.

  The hot water and sudsy soap feels so good on my body. I had a great time tonight, but I was starting to feel very grimy. I can literally feel the layers of dirt, sweat, paint, and sticky baby wipe residue being washed away, leaving me pristinely clean.

  After I get out and dry off, I quickly dress in some comfortable cotton shorts and a tee shirt. When I come out to my living room, Bailey’s laying on my couch still playing with the little crystal my mom left for me. She looks over at me with a happy smile on her face, but doesn’t move to give me space to join her. I stop next to her and look down at her with my hands on my hips.

  “Do you plan on staying in that position?” She smiles wider and nods her head. “I do.”

  She reaches around me to place the crystal down on my coffee table and then puts her hands behind her head. She looks down at herself and then up at me. I take the silent invitation and carefully lower myself down on top of her. She smiles really big and wraps her arms around me.

  “I had a lot of fun tonight. My friends really like you.”

  “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I’ve never done anything like that before. It was definitely an experience that goes right in the ‘extraordinary moments’ chapter in my mental memory book.”

  Bailey smiles and presses her lips against mine for a moment. When she pulls back, I see that hungry look in her eyes that she had when we were painting each other. My clit starts pulsing with renewed arousal. Bailey pulls me into a kiss and her hands move down my back and grip my ass firmly as she slips her tongue in my mouth.

  I shift slightly to get a better angle to kiss her, and in the process, my thigh falls between her legs and presses against her center. Bailey moans in my mouth and squeezes my ass, pulling me more firmly against her.

  I palm my hand up her stomach and over her right breast, gently squeezing the soft globe of perky flesh. She’s not wearing a bra and her tank top is thin enough that I can feel the full contour of her breast in my hand. Bailey inhales deeply and her hips rise against my thigh.

  Bailey glides one hand up my back and palms through my hair, making me moan. Bailey pulls back to look in my eyes and smiles in a blissfully content way. I smile and bend down to kiss her neck. Bailey tilts her head back enough to give me better access to the beautiful curve of her slender neck. I gently kiss a trail down the soft arch and across her shoulder.

  While I dust the other side of her neck and shoulder with kisses, I slowly lift her tank top to reveal her breasts. As I move down to her chest, I look at her face and Bailey is slightly biting her bottom lip, but smiling. I watch her face as I gently press my lips against her nipple and then suck the hardened nub into my mouth. Bailey moans and her eyes slightly close. Her hips rise again, making her center rub against my thigh.

  The longer I spend on her breasts, the heavier her breathing becomes. I grip her hip firmly and Bailey moans and her legs fall open.

  She breathes out between heavy breaths, “Piper, I’ve never moved this quickly with anyone before.” I quickly rise off her and release her hip and breast.

  “Bailey, we don’t have to do anything you ar
en’t comfortable with. I’m in this for the long haul, so I’m ok with taking things slowly.” She smiles affectionately and shakes her head. “I know you are and I don’t want you to stop.” I smile and stand up, pulling her up with me.

  When we get to my bedroom, Bailey pulls us both to lay next to each other in the center of my bed. She smiles, palms her hand through my hair, and pulls me into an intense kiss. While our lips and tongues move together, she glides her hand down my back and slips it under the waist of my shorts, griping my bare cheek firmly. Bailey moans and grips my ass harder, pulling me in closer to her.

  I slowly trace my fingertips up her thigh and slip my hand under her shorts from the leg opening and firmly grip her tight round cheek. Bailey moans and presses her body closer to mine. I firmly massage her cheek a few times and then pull my hand out to palm up her tank top, over her breast.

  I release her mouth from the shockwave inducing kiss she has my mouth locked in, and move over her neck. I suck her shoulder in firmly and Bailey moans. She pulls her hand out of my shorts and runs her fingers through my hair, holding my short locks firmly in her fingers and holding my head against her. Oh god, I love when she runs her hands through my hair like that.

  I sit up slightly and reach for her top to take it off. Bailey sits up enough to allow me to remove her tank top and then she pulls mine off. She grins and palms over my breasts firmly before wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me down on top of her. Oh my god, her body feels so good against mine.

  While I move my lips over her face, neck, shoulders, and chest, Bailey runs her hands all over my back, ass, arms, and breasts. We toss and roll around, changing positions to change roles of caressing and groping with our hands and mouths for a while. After exploring each other for several minutes, we’re both breathing very heavily. At the same time, we both slip our hands in each other’s shorts and start pushing them down.

  After we have discarded our shorts, Bailey pulls me down to lay next to her and we both slip a hand between each other’s legs. We both moan and our hips thrust against each other’s hands. Bailey looks in my eyes and holds my gaze as we slowly slide our fingers over each other’s wet tender, sensitive folds and clit. After a few minutes of gentle teasing and caressing, I feel her fingers just outside my entrance. Very slowly, she presses inside me with two fingers. I inhale deeply as my body starts to slightly vibrate with passion and ecstasy. Bailey smiles and then gasps as I press inside her with two fingers to match her strokes.

  The sound of her breathing and her moans makes my arousal even deeper and makes my heart race with excitement and affection for her. Between gasping breaths, we alternate between kissing fervently and nipping at each other’s necks and shoulders with our lips and teeth. It feels absolutely amazing.

  Every touch, every kiss, every time our eyes meet and she smiles, I feel like I’m climbing higher into the great blue sky like a balloon that has been swept away by a powerful gust of wind.

  After several minutes of moving in unison, mimicking each other’s patterns with our hands, Bailey’s body starts to tremble and her hand slows between my legs. She’s climaxing. I gently withdrawal my fingers from inside her and gently trace them around her clit. Bailey moans loudly and her hips thrusts against my hand. I feel my own orgasm start to peak. We both work our hands slowly to nurture the orgasm building in us. With each gentle circle around each other’s clits, our breathing becomes so labored we’re almost holding our breath.

  Bailey suddenly starts kissing me fervently as her body shakes and spasms with her orgasm taking over her whole body. We both explode with a loud burst a few moments later. Bailey smiles and gently kisses my lips as we both extract our hands from between each other’s legs and rest them on each other’s hip. We both just lay here staring in each other’s eyes smiling as we allow our breathing and heart rates to normalize. Bailey looks so serene it makes my heart leap in my chest.

  “Piper…” She drifts off, but is still smiling.

  “What is it, Bailey?”

  “I’m sleepy now.” I smile and kiss her lips. “Ok, come here.”

  I help her under the covers and then pull her over to lay on my chest. She snuggles in close and releases a small moan as my arms wrap around her.

  “I’m really happy right now.” I smile big and kiss the top of her head. “Me too.”

  Chapter Nine

  As I start to wake up, I feel a weight next to me and look over to see Bailey still sound asleep next me. I smile really big and prop my head up on my upturned hand to look at her. She has both of her hands pressed together under the side of her head, her mouth is just slightly parted, and her gorgeous auburn hair is teased and tussled from sleep. She looks adorable.

  Bailey is a hot sleeper. Throughout the night, I felt like I had a furnace under the covers with me, which resulted in us basically kicking the covers off almost completely. We both have just a small piece of sheet covering our bottom leg with our top leg exposed, while lying on our sides.

  Her groin and breasts are covered with how she’s laying, but the contour of her arm, side, hip, and thigh are deliciously on display for me. Looking at her makes my stomach flutter with joy.

  It’s been months, maybe close to a year, since I’ve been in a serious relationship. I’ve had dates, and some couple-week-long relationships, but nothing that promised to last very long. Bailey and I have only been seeing each other for a week, but I feel like this relationship has the potential to be something spectacular, something that could stand up to the test of time, something that could literally be the definition for love.

  My mom has accused me on multiple occasions of being too “hopeful” in relationships. I tend to approach each relationship like something that will remain forever. But in my opinion, if I don’t approach it that way, how can the other person know I’m serious? I’m not smothering and I don’t suddenly want to move in together, as is the stereotype for lesbians – U-Haul anyone? No, I’m not like that. I’ve never lived with a girlfriend before and I never hinted at wanting to move in together. I think that’s something that should just kind of start happening naturally and then one day you just look at each other and realize – what the hell is the point of that other place anymore?

  I know I tend to have that hopeful “this is going to last” mentality in most relationships, but there’s something different this time. Bailey is different. I get a genuine “I want this to last” vibe from her, without it being clingy and obsessive.

  Bailey suddenly stirs next to me. She pulls her hands out from under her and stretches out, raising her arms above her head, rolling onto her back, and lengthening her whole body. She slightly arches her back, making her ribs pop just slightly through the soft smooth surface of her skin. When she settles down, she opens her eyes, looks over at me, and smiles broadly.

  “Good morning, Piper.”

  “Good morning, Bailey. Did you sleep ok?” She turns on her side to face me better and nods her head. “Perfectly. You?” I smile wider and nod my head. “Are you hungry?”

  “Very. Can I borrow a tee shirt?” I almost moan as I smile really big. “Yes, of course.” I love when a woman walks around in nothing but a tee shirt. It may be cliché, but it’s absolutely beautiful and sexy.

  I pull the sheet off and start to turn over to climb out of bed, but then Bailey quickly grabs my hip to stop me. She moves over quickly and pins me down, slightly parting my thighs. She looks up at me with a grin. “I found another Easter egg.” I laugh and lay back to allow her to examine the little tattoo on the inside of my thigh, slightly below my bikini line.

  “Is this an apple tree branch with red apples?” She’s looking at me with a quirky grin on her face. “I smile and nod my head. “It is.” She looks back at the tattoo and then back in my eyes and laughs a little. “Ok, what’s the meaning for this one? A memory of apple picking or something?” I shake my head. “Nope. All trees have certain ‘meanings’ or symbolism’s for different personality types. Th
e apple tree happens to be the best fit for mine.” She puckers her lips to the side slightly, as if in thought. “Well, you are very charming, flirtatious in just the right amount, adventurous and spontaneous, you have great care and sensitivity for others…” She smiles and bends down kissing the tattoo, making me inhale deeply. She smiles wider and continues, “You are a tender lover, generous and considerate, and have an amazing mind. Does all of that fit in with the apple tree?”

  “It does.” She smiles really big and gently presses her fingers against the tattoo, while still holding my eyes. “I understand the locations for the other tattoos, but why would you put your personality between your legs?” I smile and inhale deeply as her fingers start to gently trace up and down my bikini line. “Because, unless you know my personality and I know yours, you cannot get between my legs.” Bailey smiles really big and bends down to kiss the tattoo again.

  I nearly gasp when her lips gently press against my lips and clit. I moan and Bailey slightly parts my legs further as she positions herself between my legs. My clit starts pounding hard and I feel a rush of nectar pour out of my bowl.

  Bailey licks up the full length of me and pinches and tugs my clit between her lips a few times making me moan. After the third time of repeating the same motion, she pulls back and climbs up on top of me with my centers slick on her lips and engages me in a kiss. While we kiss, she slips two fingers between my lips and bottoms out hard and deep inside me. I moan inside her mouth and my hips buck against her hand. I feel Bailey smile while we kiss.

  She pulls her fingers out of me and pulls back from the kiss grinning. She takes her two slick covered fingers and traces them around both of my nipples. I bite my bottom lip and watch as she bends down to suck the juice off my nipples. She gives my nipple a tight pinch with her teeth, making me gasp. She moves back down my body kissing and sucking my breasts, stomach, and hips. My clit is ticking with desire and anticipation as she gets closer to my center.