Outing of the Heart

by Lisa Ann Harper

  Ten felt the springs yield to Sid’s weight as she settled herself onto the bed, but she didn’t slip under the sheet.

  ‘Come over here,’ she commanded softly.

  She rose from her side of the bed. Sid dropped her right leg over the edge and patted the triangular space opened up, where Ten could sit. She did so. Sid brought her leg back up and now she was cradled between her thighs. Gently, she began to remove Ten’s top, helping her take it over her breasts. Once it was off, she pulled her back against her. It was then she realized Sid’s shirt had also gone. Settling herself, she felt the soft mounds of her breasts pressing into her back, and sighed, contented. She loved being here, with this girl. She could lie like this forever.

  Sid’s hands began a leisurely stroking of those full, rose-tipped breasts. They lifted, then let them fall, heavily. At each drop, Ten felt her vagina respond, the tightening squeezing out that exquisite sensation from deep within her being. She pushed back into her and began to stroke her thighs, delighting in their sleek hardness. She felt the flesh quiver beneath her hands as she smoothly rubbed up and down their length. Her loins were tight, achingly empty, growing moist with yearning. She wondered if Sid didn’t like to kiss. In all the time they’d known each other, they had only had that one kiss.

  Sid’s right hand suddenly brought her back from her speculation. She had begun to caress her nipple as she gently stroked her, causing it to harden to an engorged peaking. The emotion welling up inside made her want to cry. Sid was being so wonderful with her. She loved what she was doing; how she made her feel. Now she wanted more. She didn’t want to stay with such gentleness. She knew she wanted to feel the weight of this girl on top of her, pressing into her and she wanted to thrust back in turn. Oh, she wanted … she wanted ….

  Sid was aware of the rising heat. She had been caressing the full breasts, which she could feel, swelling with passion as they had spilled like ripe fruit into her waiting palms. They had made her change her caress into a squeeze as she now lifted them high, rotating the rough pad of her thumbs across their points, taunting the tips into hard, erect buds. This soft yielding of female flesh fanned the flame of her desire and she too, burned as though a high fever raged through her. An almost unbearable rush of physical sensation was sweeping over her. She heard Ten’s voice, barely a whisper.

  ‘Sid … I want to feel you against me. All of you.’ She was pleading.

  Sid had the moment she’d been waiting for … at last. ‘Yes, my darling. You shall have your desires answered,’ her voice, even and deep. She sat forward, her hands now holding Ten steady as she eased herself from behind. ‘Rest back against the pillows.’

  She lay back and looked up at Sid as she moved in front of her. Sid felt dizzy at the sight of this beautiful body before her. So perfectly proportioned. Her breasts so round, the nipples standing so high and square, eager for attention. But she kept her own feelings under tight reign. Inside, she wanted to unleash her passion, fall upon this woman, feast from those enticing breasts and feel her clit, harden in ecstasy against the soft wetness of the fleshy lips of her cunt. Her senses were reeling, her breathing ragged, but she controlled herself enough to get out with reasonable coherence: ‘I think it’s time to see what these little white briefs have kept hidden so long, don’t you, my lovely?’

  She sat back on her heels and waited ’til she began to strip them down, then got her hands to them and pulled them off in a flash, flinging them behind her, already forgotten. Ten had never seen her act so violently; the shock of such forcefulness sent a stab of exquisite desire through her loins that seemed to rock the hot, secret depth between her legs. Now Sid was once more back on her heels, looking at her. She kept her eyes on Sid’s face as she drew up one leg, her knee to her chest, feeling the need for modesty. Was she still a little shy? Momentarily, Sid saw the glistening moistness of Ten’s desire, round the red, hot fullness of that head. Then the sight was gone. Ten had changed her mind and slid her leg back down onto the bed, but this time to the outside of Sid’s knee.

  She knew the delicious moment was at hand when she would feel the heaviness of Sid’s weight on her own body, crushing her. She groaned with the thought of it and closed her eyes. But Sid did not fall on her. She opened her eyes and saw Sid’s gaze burning into her, her breasts, the rounded quivering of her bronzed belly, the dark brown triangle, pointing the way to her secret place. She was devouring her with her eyes; making retinal images, to be stored up against the time when she was alone. Now her eyes were dreamily large and luminous, the intense blue pupils pulling her into their centres.

  ‘Come up to me,’ Sid’s voice was husky.

  She found this girl full of surprises. She still would not grant her her wish, but she obeyed. Sid rose onto her knees and as Ten sat up, her face was level with her crotch, the crisp spring of fair curls directly before her. How they had been when she was undressing, but this time no clothes hampered their access. She had never experienced being like this with a woman. Devon was the only one she had known and by this time she would have been satisfied and sleeping. Here she was, over an hour later and still they hadn’t kissed. She decided to stop worrying and allow free reign to everything. There were other things besides kissing. Like, if she ran her tongue over Sid’s belly … softly and wetly. She tried it and liked it. She left a moist trail, raising goose bumps. Pulling away to look up, she saw the most ‘in love’ expression she had ever seen.

  Feeling well pleased with this newfound liberty, tentatively blooming inside, her exploration continued. Hands on Sid’s hips, she stroked the backs of her thighs, up to the swell of her buttocks. She took the fullness of a cheek in each hand, savoring their firm roundness. Sid’s muscularity caused the blood to pump through her, raising her temperature as her tongue moved upward towards her breasts. She felt the girl stiffen. It was not to her liking? Down again, she relaxed.

  She rested the side of her face against Sid’s belly and began to stroke her butt with her right hand while she moved her left up and down the insides of her thighs, so close, but not touching that intimate furrow. She heard a long groan, a deep sound reverberating through her chest; felt her quiver and sway. She could draw her back down to the bed now. This time she would lie on top of her.

  ‘Come rest on me,’ she said, oh so softly, Sid had to strain to catch the words, but she heard them and letting go of the strict hold she had on her body, sank down, to lie between her legs, their two bodies, stretched to the fullest. At last Ten experienced the delirious pleasure of Sid’s muscles coiling over her.

  Sid felt their hearts beating in wild rhythms, as she gathered this precious package into her and began to press her pelvic prominence into the slippery slit of Ten’s cunt. She moved against her gently, thrusting imperceptibly, as lightly she brushed Ten’s other lips, a fleeting contact, lighter than a whisper, but laden with a tantalizing hint of the intimate pleasure to come. Then she let herself savor the so long awaited kiss, felt herself falling into it, drowning. Ten’s scented mouth had full, softly moulded lips that yielded against her pressure. This gentle invitation was all she needed. Keeping her tongue pliable, she plundered her mouth as she probed every corner. There was an answering pressure in response to each thrust. With their mouths in harmony, she began to mirror her hip movements with the thrusts of her tongue. Immediate response from Ten’s body’s as it shivered in her desire and she began to move, wanting more. The lure irresistible, she was sure this was it, but needed to check. With reluctance, she broke the contact. ‘Do you want me now?’

  ‘Yes … yes. Do me now.’ An urgent, breathless reply as need burned low in her belly.

  Sid slid downward.

  Regretting the loss of the kiss, still her trust was complete and she yielded herself up. This was so different from Devon and Jerred; she could only accept the differences and glory in them. Nothing was going as she had anticipated, but she loved it all. She had expected Sid to stay kissing her and for her to use her hand like Devon
, but now she was gone.

  Finding a comfortable position between her thighs, Sid rested her hand across the mound of her belly. Softly, her tongue made long, slow passes the length of Ten’s wetness, over her clit and back again. She felt like hot silk. So totally unexpected was this, Ten was not sure she liked it. Too intimate? Then the flame grew. A white centre, deep inside began to send out radiating ripples of pure, exquisite pleasure, each wave building upon the next. She was impatient for more, but Sid maintained a steady rhythm.

  ‘Oh Sid.’ she cried out in astonishment and ran her hand through the blonde waves, her other holding Sid’s where it rested on her.

  ‘You are so wonderful,’ she moaned, as the sensations she created intensified. Could she keep up with all this feeling?

  Sid circled the head of her erect clit with her tongue, no longer losing contact and slightly increasing the tempo. Clutching at Sid’s arms where she held her hips, her grip became vice-like, her passion growing, but Sid never felt it, so lost was she in her joy. For so long she had waited to lick this woman; taste her juices; feel her soft wetness against her mouth, her face. Her own clitoris demanded release, but she let it go. The sweetness of her own climax would be intensified a hundred-fold, following the come she desired above all else.

  At last Ten held herself still, holding tightly, holding her breath; her body waiting for Sid and the release she would bring. Now Sid let her tongue move to the primordial rhythm of all living mammals. Age old in its ancestry and as essential to existence as the air we breathe, the water we drink. This rhythm took Ten to her orgasm, wrung from the very depths of her being, the universal cry of total ecstasy and animal abandon. As the waves of contractions swept over her, Sid moved up to lie on top again. She settled her bone on Ten’s clit and thrust against its remaining erection, her own wetness dripping from her, running down onto Ten’s cunt, lubricating her.

  Ten began to experience again that wonderful, deep centred building of her physical excitement. She sought Sid’s mouth, calling out her name between kisses. She held her to her, their nipples pressing into their breasts, heightening their excitement. Harder kisses; Sid’s tongue thrusting demandingly as her body moved in rhythm with Ten’s. She could feel her rising passion; Ten’s climax would be soon. She would not hold herself back this time. She dropped her head against Ten’s neck and moved her body to straddle Ten’s right thigh, pressing her own against Ten’s moist lips. In this position she began to move … slowly, firmly, gradually building in force and tempo, her explosion so close.

  Despite the intensity of the previous orgasm, Ten couldn’t help responding. As Sid began to nibble and suck on her neck, she moved her hips to her rhythm. She held Sid’s body and together they rose to their climax. Sid in total silence, but Ten could feel the passion within her, the intensity overwhelming as she rose swiftly to her second climax. Not lasting long, she was still completely engulfed by it, leaving her weak and satiated.

  Sid was moving off, but she stopped her.

  ‘No stay, my love.’ She smiled mischievously. ‘It’s taken so long for you to get here, it seems a pity to lose you so soon.’

  She snuggled back and laughed with wet eyes. ‘So soon? I reckon I’ve been here an hour already.’

  She laughed in return. ‘Well, you know the old saying, “Time flies” …’ and Sid joined in, ‘ …“when you’re having fun”.’ Eventually she stirred and moved away saying: ‘I need a drink.’ Then added: ‘Whew – are you some climax or what?’

  ‘What do you mean?’ Ten turned on her side, somewhat taken aback and pulled up the sheet to cover her nakedness.

  ‘Nothing Honey-pot. Forget it.’ She turned and offered the glass.

  ‘Happy?’

  ‘No,’ Ten pouted. ‘I’m utterly miserable and I had a dreadful time.’ Her eyes sparkled. ‘When can we do it again?’

  ‘Gluttony is a sin,’ Sid teased, her face equally radiant, eyes shining with life.

  ‘Seriously, darling,’ she returned the glass to her lover, the sheet accidentally slipping down to reveal one beautifully rounded breast, the rosy nipple still slightly engorged. Sid looked and ached to take it once more, but instead took the proffered glass, as Ten continued. ‘I’ve never experienced such a wonderful time as I have with you.’ She reached out to rest her hand at the top of Sid’s thigh, where she sat, her fingertips curving against the blonde curls of her bush. She looked deeply into Sid’s incredibly clear-water blue eyes which stared back, unwavering. ‘And certainly, never … never in my life more than one climax and you’ve just given me two but …’ and again Sid joined in, ‘ …who’s counting.’

  ‘It’s hard for me to believe that Ten.’ She moved over and slid under the sheet, drawing Ten’s body against her, encircling her in her arms. Her head came to rest on her shoulder.

  ‘A beautiful woman like you must have had many lovers.’ She kissed the top of the dark head lying so trustingly.

  ‘Mm..m,’ was all the reply she got from her leading statement. It was now two in the morning and Sid was feeling overwhelmed by a delicious lassitude. The draining away of all previous tension left her vulnerable to a deep and heavy somnolence. She was concerned about her wakeup call. ‘I’d like to talk more, Babe, but I’ve got to be up in three hours.’

  ‘Of course, darling. I understand. Anyway, I’m sleepy too. Let’s turn out the light. Can we stay like this?’ For reply, Sid gave her a squeeze and crossed her top leg over her thighs, bending the knee. Like this they both fell into a dreamless and restorative slumber.

  CHAPTER 9

  Tenille awoke before seven and wondered for a moment where she was, then smiled to herself as memory flooded back. Basking in the sensual luxury of a long stretch, she turned towards Sidonie only to discover she was alone in this big bed. She’d not heard her rise or dress. Not surprising; she’d not slept this soundly for so long. Despite that, an intense stab of loneliness overcame her as she realized how long it would be before they would see each other, let alone be as intimate, as last night. She rolled over onto her stomach and let her mind relive the overwhelming experiences.

  Sidonie had opened up new feelings in her, had shown her a depth and intensity of love she had never known possible. Her body ached for her again, the need to have her with her once more, almost cruel in its demand. “Don’t be silly,” she chided herself. “You sound lovesick”

  ‘You are lovesick,’ she told herself out loud. ‘Head-over-heels-in-love, sick.’

  There was a firm knock on the door and a clear voice called out: ‘It’s seven o’clock, Tenille,’

  ‘Thank you,’ she responded, ‘I’m awake.’

  ‘Coffee’s waiting for you downstairs when you’re ready, okay?’

  ‘Yes, thank you.’

  She heard retreating footsteps, muffled by the thick pile of the carpet, as she sank again into the pillows. “Get a move on … can’t spend all morning daydreaming.” Time wouldn’t hold still for her, just because she was in love.

  After the shower, packing her things, she found Sidonie’s cologne amongst her toiletries. Yielding to temptation, she removed the cap, inhaled the musky aroma, then looked at the bottle. ‘Anteus’. It now had assumed an erotic association; she felt her body go hot as her senses became engulfed in that dark, yet tangy, evocation of her lover. She didn’t collect the bottle up with hers, but transferred it to her purse, happy to have something so intimate close to her.

  The hosts tried to enforce a big breakfast, but she couldn’t eat. Although the journey to work was shorter from here than her apartment, somehow she hadn’t been able to get the body moving and now was pressed for time.

  On the point of leaving, she thanked Robert and Neville for their kind attentions and enquired if Sidonie had settled up. They assured her everything had been taken care of. They hoped she and her friend would return again, soon.

  ‘Oh yes,’ she replied fervently, but inside was thinking, if only they could. There was little likelihood of this
eventuating. She left for the States this weekend. They only had one more week.

  She had to straphang all the way to work. Downtown the TTC was jam packed in both directions. Her thoughts kept revolving around Sidonie. She knew she would see her tomorrow night for softball, but not being able to be close would be a killer. Not even a kiss. She sighed.

  Sid’s car. Perhaps she could persuade her to drive somewhere? She had her class with Raoul tonight, but with so little sleep, maybe she should give it a miss. Sidonie would catch up this afternoon, then maybe … maybe they could be together tonight? With this half-formed plan she jumped off the Dundas streetcar and plunged, like the other workers, into the Eaton Centre.

  The day turned out to be busy and time moved quickly. People commented on her changed mood, but said nothing of the dark circles under her eyes. With her coloring she showed very readily, when she went without sleep, or was under the weather, especially at period time. By the end of the afternoon she had decided she should go to class. The more dance practise she got, the better prepared she would be for the tour.

  Mrs. Sandrelli saw her come in. For some reason Tenille experienced a pang of guilt when she heard her voice. “This is being silly,” she admonished herself, fiercely. “What I do is my own affair.” Because Serafina had called out, she veered and popped into the kitchen.

  ‘How was your evening, Cara?’

  ‘Very nice, thank you.’

  ‘I called you because your Mama rang last night. I told her you were with friends. This seemed to put her out a bit, so I hope I’ve not said anything.’ Serafina looked at her sharply.

  ‘No. No … Not at all,’ she replied, as she tried to think of something plausible. ‘It’s just that Mom doesn’t know these people. She thinks I live a hermit’s life.’

  ‘Perhaps you’d better call her, just to put her mind at rest,’ She worried away at the situation. Mrs. Fenech had cross-questioned her so much, in the end she had felt put on the spot.

  ‘Yes, I will,’ she agreed, feeling impatient, just wanting to get all this off her back. Fuming, she went down and began to get organized for class, complaining to herself the while. Her mother had not called in an age. Why did she have to pick last night? She should have called her on the weekend. That would have forestalled all this. Bummer. Should she phone before class or after? If before, she’d be kept talking, making her late. Now she had decided to go she was looking forward to it. If later, there would be complaints just before bed. Darn.