Dave2112
Level of Cherry Feather
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Lauren stared into the pair of deep, brown eyes and for the first time in her life gave in without fear of the future. Those eyes held compassion, understanding and an unspoken bond within their depth and Lauren needed these things more than she needed to breathe.
The fact that the eyes in question belonged to another woman held surprisingly little shock to her.
It had been the worst day of her life. She’d come home to find her fiancee, Tom, packing his things. She was distant, cold and unresponsive he said. She tried in earnest to explain that it was her work schedule and great responsibilities…not him. Of course, she’d had this conversation with him before, but this time he was really gone.
Crying like she hadn’t since she was a child, she ran across the street to the home of her friend and neighbor, Sharon Ross. Sharon had befriended her the day the young couple had moved in to the neighborhood. She was always there with a smile, a joke or a warm cup of tea. Sharon, at almost forty, had a decade and a half on Lauren, but it never seemed to come between them. Lauren respected Sharon’s wisdom, and Sharon spent much time reliving her youth with Lauren on the rare occasions that they went out. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t like doing things together, it was mostly that as the head of the Senior Citizen’s Hospice Department, Lauren had little time to herself.
It was that lack of time that had ultimately led to Tom’s departure.
Lauren remembered coming over, she remembered Sharon telling her that Tom was a fool to let her go and she remembered the comfort in the soft hands that stroked her shoulders, then her face as she wept. What she didn’t remember was why she was so upset in the first place for a brief moment. It was as if staring into those eyes melted away the ice of her heart. They looked into her, they understood.
It seemed an eternity that their faces drew closer together. Lauren was besieged with a thousand thoughts at once. The question of her sexual preference wasn’t one of them for some unexplainable reason. Sharon wasn’t a woman she was close to…she was a person who cared. That’s all it needed to be.
As the two touched lips, Lauren hesitated for a brief moment then pressed hard against the older woman. She was comforted and she felt loved. That was all that mattered.
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Lauren was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her job. What was Sharon up to? It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her, in fact Sharon was about the only person she did trust, but she could usually read her friend.
Friend.
Was there another word she should be using? Lauren remembered the kiss they shared three months ago. Her mind followed the sequence of events since then as she often did when she felt down. The kiss led to many other things, both sexually and personally, over the last quarter-year. But even considering the things that the two women shared, Lauren did not consider herself a lesbian. She still found men attractive, and rarely gave a woman a second look. Someone like Lauren had little trouble attracting male attention, but she never thought of herself that way. True, even her female friends had commented on how they would kill small furry animals to look like her, but Lauren was not what you would call a shallow person. She couldn’t help her genetics. The long straight dark hair was her mother’s genes. The facial features were almost a carbon-copy of younger pictures of her grandmother. High cheekbones, slightly almond-shaped eyes, full lips. The body she wasn’t sure who she owed for. Neither her mother or grandmother were particularly built, but Lauren must have gotten it from somewhere. She was amazed that her breasts hadn’t started to sag yet, as a lot of her friends, even younger ones, complained of. She didn’t work out, but she did her best to watch her figure.
The truth was, she really didn’t care what she looked like, although as a woman, it did help her sometimes with stubborn male bosses or co-workers. Not that she consciously used herself that way, the thought disgusted her, but if it happened it happened. She had enough shit to deal with without beating herself up over having a little T&A help her out from time to time. Plenty of shit to deal with.
That’s what had led her to today. Sharon had told her to cancel all plans for this evening. The previous night was horrendous and it took not only Sharon’s friendship, but a full bottle of wine to calm her down. She’d gone over completely stressed. Her job and the responsibilities were really getting to her. She was being pulled and tugged in so many different directions that she couldn’t even sleep right anymore. She felt that her life was becoming a waste. Since Tom had left, she threw herself into her job, and the plan seemed to have backfired.
What was her friend up to? What was going to be so different about tonite, she wondered? Sharon was always there with a kind word when she needed it, and a warm body and loving touch when she needed that. That was really about as far as she’d ever gotten to figuring out where she stood with the whole Sharon thing. No, she thought, I’m not a lesbian. It’s just Sharon. There’s something about her that puts me at ease. Is it right? Is it wrong? She didn’t know, and had given little time to thinking about it too much. Perhaps she was afraid to lose this by over-thinking it, or perhaps there were things about herself that she simply did not want to face. But Lauren had a feeling that she’d face them tonite. Something about the way Sharon said “letting go of control” stuck in her head.
As Five ‘o clock finally made it’s daily cameo, Lauren scoped up her briefcase and headed out the door of her office. If Sharon had some stress-relieving magic, today would be a good day. A chewing out by her boss, seven new cases that were thrust into her lap and that creep from Accounting after her ass again made for a terrible nine hours. It was building to a point she was afraid she’d never return from. By the time she got to Sharon’s house, she was almost in tears.
“What is it, dear?” asked Sharon as Lauren entered the house and collapsed on the couch.
“Sharon…I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much! Too much responsibility, too much bullshit…where did….I…..go wrong?” Lauren sobbed as the tears loosed themselves upon her face.
“Honey, calm down…it’s ok” said Sharon as she put her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder, “It’s just a job…”
“It’s not just the job, Sharon, it’s my whole life! I’m overwhelmed! It’s always ‘Lauren do this’ and Lauren, where’s the files’ and ‘Lauren, why won’t you go out with me’…I’m losing it…”
“I know,” Sharon answered, “that’s what tonite is about, love.”
“What do you mean?” Lauren asked.
“That can wait…let’s get you cleaned up a bit and calmed down. You’re out of work for the weekend, no one’s going to bother you. How about some wine?” Sharon said as she got up and opened a bottle of Merlot.
“Thank you,” said Lauren, taking off the business jacket she hated so very much.
Nearly two hours had passed as the women sat, drank and talked. Lauren was feeling much better, not only from the wine, which was wonderful, but also because of Sharon. She felt something for this woman, but what was it? Truth be told, at this point, she really didn’t care. It was just the two of them, nobody else to infringe upon the safety and sanctity of their bond. If there was something else, she wasn’t ready to admit it. Not that she wasn’t willing…just not ready.
Sharon placed her hand on Lauren’s shoulder.
“Lauren, why don’t you get comfortable in the bedroom?”
Just like that. And from Sharon, it didn’t sound ugly. They’d shared some pretty intense physical moments, and between the stress and the wine, Lauren really needed some intimate contact from someone she trusted.
Setting her wine down, Lauren headed to the bedroom.
“So, tell me,” she asked her friend, “what was all this you were talking about last night? About me ‘letting go’ and all? Just what are you up to, you goof?” And with that she gave Sharon one of her trademark kisses on the tip of her nose.
“Why don’t you get undressed first, and you’ll see…” Sharon said as she kissed her friend’s nose back, then placing another on her lips.
Lauren was strangely excited. Not strange because of Sharon, but strange due to…something else. She knew her friend very well by now, and knew she was up to something. She trusted Sharon implicitly, so fear was definitely not an issue.
Peeling off her work-day clothing, Lauren lay back on the large soft bed.
Sharon stood for a moment and took in the beauty that was her friend Lauren. So young, so pretty. And so right for me in so many ways, she thought. Poor kid’s a wreck, but hopefully we can do something about that. What she sees in me, I’ll never know. With that, Sharon started removing her clothing as well.
As Lauren lay on the bed, she had no doubt at all about what she saw in Sharon. It was the friendship and closeness of course, but at times like this there was the physical thing as well. Sharon was always making comments about being old or some such joke, but Lauren thought her quite lovely. Though she was almost forty, Sharon could easily have passed for a much younger woman. True, the lines were starting to make an appearance, and there may be a bit less firmness about her than what Lauren imagined she looked like at eighteen, but it was the way she carried herself. She was younger than herself at heart. She was confident, she was loose and playful. Wise without being stuffy. And regardless of what Sharon said about herself, Lauren thought her beautiful. Sharon had blonde hair that was the envy of younger women, golden and slightly curly. Her face was more than simply pretty. Regal was the word Lauren liked to use. And her body was something that Lauren really didn’t like her joking negatively about. Coming from another female or not, Sharon was hot, she thought. There were twenty-year-old girls that would have killed to have the body-fat ratio that Sharon had.
“Hun?” she heard Sharon say.
“What? Oh, sorry. Just daydreaming again. You know me!”
“I said, just lay back and trust me, no matter what, ok?” Sharon repeated.
“Sure…but what exactly are you up to?”
“Just getting tired of you beating yourself up all the time. You’re so worried about failing that you don’t enjoy your life. So tonite…you have no control to worry about.”
“What are you saying?”
Lauren found out quickly as her friend produced several lengths of white rope from her dresser.
“What in the name of God?” Lauren gasped.
“Trust me?” asked Sharon, a smile on her face that suddenly set the younger woman at ease.
“Ummm…of course…but what are going to do?”
“Honey, I’m just going to tie you up. I promise I won’t hurt you, but you know that. I just want you to know what it feels like to be completely powerless. No control, no responsibility. Trust me, please?”
“Well…..ok, I guess.”
“Great. Just do what I say, cooperate while I tie you to the bed, and I promise that you’ll be a new woman tomorrow.”
Lauren complied, although she was a bit startled at her friend. Not that she’d put it completely past the exuberant woman, but this was kind of out of left field.
Sharon went to work. She got Lauren to spread her legs wide and place her ankles against the bedposts at the foot of the queen-sized bed. It was quick work to tie them securely. As Sharon was tying her, Lauren felt something strange.
She gave in. Whatever her friend was going to do, she trusted her and no longer wanted to worry about anything.
Sharon tied the younger woman’s wrists together, then tied them over her head to the headboard. When she was finished, Lauren couldn’t move.
“Comfy, love?” Sharon asked her captive.
“Yes. But I can’t move very much. What are you up to, anyway? This is kinda kinky, you know…”
“I know. But I think you’re going to like it.”
Sharon sat on the bed next to her bound friend. Taking a strand of her hair in her hand, she ran it through her fingers. Inching her face closer to the girl’s, she teased her with her lips until she broke loose and kissed her fully. Lauren responded with her lips and tongue passionately. As Lauren was preoccupied with the kiss, Sharon let her plan unfold.
Taking her other hand, she trailed the nails down Lauren’s bound arm, causing the woman to wriggle slightly. It took little time for the fingertips to rest over the smooth skin of her armpit. Sharon wriggled the fingers lightly over the tight flesh.
“Hey! C-Cut it out! What are you…heeheehee…d-doing???” Lauren squealed.
“Are you ticklish?” Sharon asked.
“Yes! Be careful!…Come on now!”
“Tied up and ticklish….” Sharon said in a musing voice, “now there’s a bad combination….”
“Oh, you wouldn’t! This is SO not fair!” Lauren said as she struggled against her ropes.
“Lauren, remember what I said. Let go. I’m in charge. And you, my dear, are not going anywhere. I can do anything I want to you….” Sharon’s tone was sing-song as she trailed both of her hands up and down the length of the girl’s arms, coming back to the ticklish armpits again and again.
“HeeeHeeeeHeeee!…St-Stttoopppp!!…HaaaHaaaHaaaaa…..Comeon!!!!!….That T-Ticlklllllesssss!”
The word came out sounding like “tiggles” as Lauren’s giggling laughter interfered with her pronunciation.
For her part, Sharon was enjoying not only seeing her friend laugh, but also having her at her mercy. That she was incredibly attracted to the beautiful young woman was beyond doubt, but she’d wanted this kind of control over her for quite some time. Not so much in a domineering sort of way, but it an erotically playful sort. Sharon had herself been tied like this before, but doing it to someone else was something that had happened too long ago in her opinion. She was going to put the girl through her paces, for her own good, of course…
The long nails danced merrily over the smooth skin as Lauren’s body stretched and strained against the bonds holding her in place. The tickling was something totally new to her. She’d been tickled before, of course, but never like this…never when she was powerless to stop it when she wanted to. Now all she could do was feel whatever Sharon decided to do to her.
“HeeHeeeeeHeeeeeHaahahahaaaaa!!!!!……Plleeeaaasseee!!!!….OhGODThatTICKLES!!!!!…”
“ I know,” was all Sharon said as her fingers dropped lower and lower, crossing the girl’s chest and tracing small circles around her erect nipples. The nails drew in closer and closer, but never touched the sensitive buds.
“Oh, Jeeeezzzz…what…HeeeHeeeeeeee…..are you…HaaHaaaaaahahaha….doing?”
“Loosening you up, love. Doesn’t that feel nice? No control, no responsibility. Just me….tickling you…..he he he…”
Lauren wasn’t sure what to make of the look on the older woman’s face, but she felt no fear. She was in dire straits physically, to be sure, but she was sure that Sharon wouldn’t push it too far.
Wasn’t she?
That question was quickly answered as Sharon’s fingers left the smooth surface of her breasts and rested over her protruding ribs.
“Oh, You WOULDN’T!” said Lauren, looking into eyes that a bit too much playfulness about them given her current situation.
“Have I ever told you how lovely your body is….?” Sharon teased as her finger began to lightly knead the tender area.
“Yes you HaaaAAAIIIIIGGGHHH!!!!” NONONONONO!!!!!!!…SSSTTOPPPPPPIIITTT!!!!….AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”
Lauren let loose with a howl as Sharon attacked her ribs. The light kneading became heavier as all ten of the woman’s finger’s probed the skin and bone that made up the horrible ticklish area of Lauren’s body. The feeling was something she’d never felt before and was totally unprepared to deal with it. The ropes held fast as every muscle in Lauren’s body fought to cover her exposed ribcage. On and on Sharon tickled the helpless young woman, laughing along with her, albeit for a much different reason.
“Lauren, you are so cute when you laugh like that! Kootchie Kootchie Koo!!….So ticklish…..tickletickletickle……”
“OHPLLLLEEEAASSEEEE!!!….HAHAHAHHAA…(GASP)….NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…..OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!…HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAIIIGGHHH!!!!”
Sharon’s hands drifted downward and stroked the skin that ran down the side of Lauren’s tight body. Her flanks were bare and helplessly open to whatever Sharon desired.
And Sharon desired to tickle her body.
“N-NOTTHEEEERRRE!!!!!….NNNOOOOOO!!!…..OHPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!HHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHHE….NONONONONHAAHAHAHHEEEE!”
Sharon’s fingers were dancing over her waist, the tiny goosebumps like heaven under her probing fingers. The feel of the young woman’s flesh was exquisite, as was the look on Lauren’s face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was thrown back. The sweet lips she’d kissed so often were parted to allow the peals of laughter and the begging to escape. The scratching and tickling took a decidedly evil turn as Sharon pinched the girl’s waist right above her protruding hipbones. In and out, over the same ticklish spot as Lauren went berserk with sensation.
“AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!….STOPSTOPSTOPPPLLEEEAAASSEEE!!!…..HHAHAHHEEEEHAAEE….NOMORE….HAHAHAHA….NOMOREPLEEEEEEASSSSEEE….OHGODNOO!!!!””
“Kitchie Kitchie Koo, little girl!” Sharon teased as she continued to tickle the helpless woman, traveling over her belly now, tickling either side of her navel, “You might as well laugh it up! I ain’t stopping!…..Tickle Tickle Tickle!!!”
Sharon’s tongue found the deep navel and lightly licked around the outside, then within the depression as her fingers continued tickling the girl’s sides. While the tickling went on unabated, Sharon initiated Phase Two of Operation Tickle Lauren to Hysterics.
Her tongue drifted down the tight belly, and she placed kisses like little butterflies along a path. A path that ended between the legs of the bound woman. The tickling did not cease, but became lighter. Sharon had a good feel for Lauren’s ticklish spots now, and the place where her waist curved in was quite sensitive. The sensation of the tickling coupled with the tender manipulations of Sharon’s tongue were taking Lauren somewhere she’d never been before. Gone were the thought of her job, her co-workers, her responsibilities. All she knew was Sharon and what she was doing to her. The feelings between her legs were even different. Sharon took more time on her than she ever had, licking around the outside of her lips, teasing her with gentle kisses….then using her tongue as she always had before. If anyone knew where Lauren liked to feel a tongue, it was Sharon.
The sensation was like a wave that washed over the helpless girl, the tickling adding to the force of it all. How and why they mixed, she didn’t know, but this was a new feeling that she didn’t know how to deal with. It was torture. It was pleasure.
And just when Lauren thought that she was going to explode, Sharon stopped and stood up.
“Wh-what are you DOING?….I want you!…Please don’t stop…PLEASE?!?!?!?”
“Oh, Lauren, Lauren, Lauren….I told you I was in control.” Sharon said as she circled the bed and went over to the dresser that she kept her things on, “and I’m not through with you yet. How do you feel? Tell me.”
“Oh GOD….I feel……tingly…..turned-on….I don’t know, it’s weird…just finish, please?!?!?”
“Such impatience in the young these days…” said Sharon as she turned to face Lauren after picking something up that Lauren couldn’t quite see from her vantage point. The fact that whatever it was was now behind Sharon’s back didn’t help her at all.
“Are you thinking about work?” Sharon asked.
“No, I’m not. Look, I know what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate it,” Lauren replied as her body was still heaving from the sweet torture she’d endured, “but please, no more. I can’t take it anymore! Come on, this isn’t fair, you’ve got me all tied up here, lemme make love to you, please?”
“Lauren,” Sharon replied as she crept closer to the foot of the bed, “Tell me that you’ve ever felt this way before. You can’t can you? Let go. Give someone else control. You really have no choice, my pretty little captive….”
The beauty of Sharon’s smile set Lauren at ease for a moment.
One moment.
It was after the woman finished her short speech that she slowly brought her hands out from behind her back.
In each hand was a long, soft feather. The grin on Sharon’s face was a mile wide as she simply arched her eyebrows at her helpless friend.
“Oh, God NO!…PLEASE not that! Don’t tickle me feet, PLEASE?!?!?!?!”
“What was that?” Sharon smugly asked.
“I said don’t tickle my feet, PLEASE!”
“I know what you said, but I’m liking this whole control thing. Say it again.”
Lauren wasn’t sure what was going on in her friend’s mind, but she prayed that if she played along, she could perhaps save her feet the torture she knew was coming otherwise. Her feet were unbearably ticklish, and the thought of those wicked-looking feathers dancing over the surface of her soles, her feet helplessly tied in place, made her visibly shiver.
“Please don’t tickle my feet.” she said,
“Again,” said Sharon, inching the plumes closer to the wriggling feet, “and make me believe it….”
“Sharon, PLEASE!” Lauren begged, pleading with her eyes as well as her voice, “please don’t tickle my feet. You have no idea how ticklish my feet are. This is evil! Please don’t. I’m begging! See? I’m BEGGING YOU…PLLLLEEEASSSEEEEE don’t tickle my FEEEEEEEET!!!”
“Sorry, love,” said a detached Sharon, “but those gorgeous soles are just too pretty to pass up.”
And they were, thought Sharon. The soles were the lightest shade of pink, the toes tiny and perfect. The sight of them wiggling around, caught by the unforgiving ropes at the slim ankles, was driving Sharon crazy. It wasn’t only Lauren that was getting something out of this. Sharon had discovered something about herself during all of this. She truly enjoyed tickling Lauren while she was helpless. The power and the control were only part of it. Sharon was a big girl, and questioned herself rarely. Plain and simple…tickling the bound girl was turning her on.
“Here they cooooooommmmmme….”
“Nooo…Pleeeaaasseeee?”
The feathers touched the surface of Lauren’s bare feet with the lightest of strokes. To Lauren it felt like an insect charged with electricity was crawling up each of her sensitive soles. As the feathers stroked faster up and down the length of each bound and helpless foot, Lauren lost all control, giving it up freely for the pleasure of simply screaming.
“AAAAIIIGGGHHHHNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!……HHEHEHEHEHEEEHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAA!!….OHPLLEEEEEASE…ST-SSSSSSTOOOOOOPPPP!!!……OHMYFUCKINGGGAAAAWWWDDDD!!!…HAAAHAAAHAAHAA…OH..HAAHAAHA….OHNOOHNO!!!..HEEHEHEHEEEHEEEH…HAAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!”
The feathers were a whirlwind of motion over the naked soles. Twitching and wriggling, Lauren’s feet were powerless against the sweetly cruel onslaught of tickling that assailed her senses.
As Sharon tickled, she felt herself getting warmer and warmer. She took one hand and dropped the feather it held, pleasuring herself as she slowed down the tickling to a maddening pace. Lauren saw what Sharon was doing….
“Oh…HHAAHAHAAAAA…You BITCH!!!!” she yelled. Teasing, of course with the language, but what else was she to do? There was Sharon, right in front of her, getting herself off while she herself could only feel tickling and a growing need to climax.
“Is this what you’d like?” Sharon teased as she continued to tickle the foot of her helpless captive.
“OH GOD YYYEEESSS!!!!” Lauren screamed as her body writhed and squirmed against the bonds, “Pleasepleaseplease? You win…HahahahahHHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAA!!!!….OHGODDAMITPLLLEEAAASSEEEE…..HHAAAAHAAHAAAHAA…HEEHEHEEHAAAHAAHAAAA!”
Sharon came with a force greater than she thought herself capable of. As her body shuddered, she dropped the remaining feather. Giving herself time to fully experience it, she then turned to her tied-up friend.
“Wow,” she said, “I would SO like to do that for you….”
“ME TOO! Please, Sharon, this isn’t fair!”
“Oh, you hush, now!” Sharon said, “Just tell me one thing…”
“Anything….”
“Did you like it?”
Lauren thought for a second. She had no control over anything that had happened to her. The sensations came on her without her help, but she hadn’t had time to think about whether she actually liked it or not. But given the choice to do this again….she surprised even herself.
“Yes, I did! Can’t we call this a lesson learned? I need you, please?”
“Well, you’ve been so good…how could I say no to that face?” Sharon said with a wink, “But you have to do one more thing…”
“Oh, God, what now, you witch?” Lauren teasingly spat.
“Witch, huh?” said Sharon as she poked Lauren’s side, making her squeal and jump.
“YIIIIKES!!!!”
“Ok, just for that…..Ask me to tickle you.”
“Are you serious??” Lauren asked, shocked.
“Yes. Yes I am. Darling, I’ll give you the most mind-blowing pleasure you’ve ever had, but you need to trust me. Well, that and the whole control freak thing hasn’t worn off for me yet!” Sharon smiled at Lauren.
“Ok,” Lauren said, bracing herself, but giving in at the same time. The feelings from before were still coursing through her body, and she had to admit that she wondered what it could feel like. “Tickle me, please?”
“With pleasure….” said Sharon as she approached the bound girl.
Sharon laid along the length of Lauren’s body, kissing her mouth passionately. Her hands were stroking her sides, eliciting giggles and squirms from the tied young woman. She kept it light, and slid down Lauren’s body as she kissed between her breasts.
Lauren shrieked as she felt the fingernails once again tickling her armpits as Sharon’s warm mouth kissed her hard nipples. The competing sensations were driving Lauren crazy. It tickled. It got her excited. It was something she desperately wanted to continue, whatever torment she must endure.
“M-More!…HaaaHAaaaaaaa…heeheeheehee…More!…”
Sharon wasted no time in giving Lauren what she wanted. Working down her tight and helpless body, Sharon’s hands tickled everywhere. She kept it light enough to not interfere with the growing orgasm, yet hard enough to tickle. When her tongue found Lauren’s vagina, helpless to her touch, the back of the younger woman arched as if she could break the bonds by sheer force of will.
The ropes held fast, however, and Lauren was helpless to resist what the older woman was doing to her. She was taking her damn sweet time, that was for sure. And the tickling was getting harder. Sharon’s hands found the sweet spot at either side of her sexy waist and dug in, making love to her at the same time with her practiced mouth. She found her self giving in completely for the first time. Bring it on, she thought….just don’t let it end….
“AAAIIGGHH!!!…OOOOHHHHH…..HAAHAAHAAHAAAA….OHGOD!……OHHHHGGAAAWWWDDDDD…….”
The orgasm flowed over Lauren like it was her first. And in a way, it was. The intense tickling mixed with the lust coursing through her soul, creating something she never knew existed.
Sharon kept it up, her tongue massaging the quivering clitoris, her hands now lightly stroking the smooth flanks of her lover.
Lauren exploded again, this one more powerful, as if the first orgasm were merely an opening act. Every nerve was on fire, every brain cell registering nothing but raw lust. Over and over the impact slammed into her soul.
She was free. She was just Lauren the Woman, not Lauren the Girlfriend or Lauren the Responsible Adult. She simply…Was.
Sharon got back up and sat on the side of the bed, exhausted herself. After a deep kiss, she started to untie Lauren. Every touch was joined by a light kiss as the ropes fell away from the beautiful body, returning Lauren to her own realm of control.
But it was different. Something had changed. For whatever reason, she felt as if she could handle anything. Would it last? She didn’t know.
But would she do this again? That she was sure of. There were no more questions about who she was, or where she stood. This was her life, screw everyone else.
Well, almost everyone else.
“Sharon?” Lauren said as she met the gaze of the older woman.
“Yes, dear?” Sharon was flushed herself, but gave Lauren her undivided attention.
“I…”
“Go on…” she coaxed. Lauren was on the verge of self-realization and she needed to do it for herself.
“I love you.”
“I know, dear…I really do.” Sharon said as she took Lauren’s face in her hands, “And I love you as well.”
There would be much to talk about tomorrow, Lauren knew. Confessing her love for another woman was a big step, no matter how you looked at it, this she knew. But for now, there was sleep to consider. She was drained. But she felt free, and really knew what love was.
She only had to let go.
The fact that the eyes in question belonged to another woman held surprisingly little shock to her.
It had been the worst day of her life. She’d come home to find her fiancee, Tom, packing his things. She was distant, cold and unresponsive he said. She tried in earnest to explain that it was her work schedule and great responsibilities…not him. Of course, she’d had this conversation with him before, but this time he was really gone.
Crying like she hadn’t since she was a child, she ran across the street to the home of her friend and neighbor, Sharon Ross. Sharon had befriended her the day the young couple had moved in to the neighborhood. She was always there with a smile, a joke or a warm cup of tea. Sharon, at almost forty, had a decade and a half on Lauren, but it never seemed to come between them. Lauren respected Sharon’s wisdom, and Sharon spent much time reliving her youth with Lauren on the rare occasions that they went out. It wasn’t so much that they didn’t like doing things together, it was mostly that as the head of the Senior Citizen’s Hospice Department, Lauren had little time to herself.
It was that lack of time that had ultimately led to Tom’s departure.
Lauren remembered coming over, she remembered Sharon telling her that Tom was a fool to let her go and she remembered the comfort in the soft hands that stroked her shoulders, then her face as she wept. What she didn’t remember was why she was so upset in the first place for a brief moment. It was as if staring into those eyes melted away the ice of her heart. They looked into her, they understood.
It seemed an eternity that their faces drew closer together. Lauren was besieged with a thousand thoughts at once. The question of her sexual preference wasn’t one of them for some unexplainable reason. Sharon wasn’t a woman she was close to…she was a person who cared. That’s all it needed to be.
As the two touched lips, Lauren hesitated for a brief moment then pressed hard against the older woman. She was comforted and she felt loved. That was all that mattered.
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Lauren was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on her job. What was Sharon up to? It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her, in fact Sharon was about the only person she did trust, but she could usually read her friend.
Friend.
Was there another word she should be using? Lauren remembered the kiss they shared three months ago. Her mind followed the sequence of events since then as she often did when she felt down. The kiss led to many other things, both sexually and personally, over the last quarter-year. But even considering the things that the two women shared, Lauren did not consider herself a lesbian. She still found men attractive, and rarely gave a woman a second look. Someone like Lauren had little trouble attracting male attention, but she never thought of herself that way. True, even her female friends had commented on how they would kill small furry animals to look like her, but Lauren was not what you would call a shallow person. She couldn’t help her genetics. The long straight dark hair was her mother’s genes. The facial features were almost a carbon-copy of younger pictures of her grandmother. High cheekbones, slightly almond-shaped eyes, full lips. The body she wasn’t sure who she owed for. Neither her mother or grandmother were particularly built, but Lauren must have gotten it from somewhere. She was amazed that her breasts hadn’t started to sag yet, as a lot of her friends, even younger ones, complained of. She didn’t work out, but she did her best to watch her figure.
The truth was, she really didn’t care what she looked like, although as a woman, it did help her sometimes with stubborn male bosses or co-workers. Not that she consciously used herself that way, the thought disgusted her, but if it happened it happened. She had enough shit to deal with without beating herself up over having a little T&A help her out from time to time. Plenty of shit to deal with.
That’s what had led her to today. Sharon had told her to cancel all plans for this evening. The previous night was horrendous and it took not only Sharon’s friendship, but a full bottle of wine to calm her down. She’d gone over completely stressed. Her job and the responsibilities were really getting to her. She was being pulled and tugged in so many different directions that she couldn’t even sleep right anymore. She felt that her life was becoming a waste. Since Tom had left, she threw herself into her job, and the plan seemed to have backfired.
What was her friend up to? What was going to be so different about tonite, she wondered? Sharon was always there with a kind word when she needed it, and a warm body and loving touch when she needed that. That was really about as far as she’d ever gotten to figuring out where she stood with the whole Sharon thing. No, she thought, I’m not a lesbian. It’s just Sharon. There’s something about her that puts me at ease. Is it right? Is it wrong? She didn’t know, and had given little time to thinking about it too much. Perhaps she was afraid to lose this by over-thinking it, or perhaps there were things about herself that she simply did not want to face. But Lauren had a feeling that she’d face them tonite. Something about the way Sharon said “letting go of control” stuck in her head.
As Five ‘o clock finally made it’s daily cameo, Lauren scoped up her briefcase and headed out the door of her office. If Sharon had some stress-relieving magic, today would be a good day. A chewing out by her boss, seven new cases that were thrust into her lap and that creep from Accounting after her ass again made for a terrible nine hours. It was building to a point she was afraid she’d never return from. By the time she got to Sharon’s house, she was almost in tears.
“What is it, dear?” asked Sharon as Lauren entered the house and collapsed on the couch.
“Sharon…I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much! Too much responsibility, too much bullshit…where did….I…..go wrong?” Lauren sobbed as the tears loosed themselves upon her face.
“Honey, calm down…it’s ok” said Sharon as she put her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder, “It’s just a job…”
“It’s not just the job, Sharon, it’s my whole life! I’m overwhelmed! It’s always ‘Lauren do this’ and Lauren, where’s the files’ and ‘Lauren, why won’t you go out with me’…I’m losing it…”
“I know,” Sharon answered, “that’s what tonite is about, love.”
“What do you mean?” Lauren asked.
“That can wait…let’s get you cleaned up a bit and calmed down. You’re out of work for the weekend, no one’s going to bother you. How about some wine?” Sharon said as she got up and opened a bottle of Merlot.
“Thank you,” said Lauren, taking off the business jacket she hated so very much.
Nearly two hours had passed as the women sat, drank and talked. Lauren was feeling much better, not only from the wine, which was wonderful, but also because of Sharon. She felt something for this woman, but what was it? Truth be told, at this point, she really didn’t care. It was just the two of them, nobody else to infringe upon the safety and sanctity of their bond. If there was something else, she wasn’t ready to admit it. Not that she wasn’t willing…just not ready.
Sharon placed her hand on Lauren’s shoulder.
“Lauren, why don’t you get comfortable in the bedroom?”
Just like that. And from Sharon, it didn’t sound ugly. They’d shared some pretty intense physical moments, and between the stress and the wine, Lauren really needed some intimate contact from someone she trusted.
Setting her wine down, Lauren headed to the bedroom.
“So, tell me,” she asked her friend, “what was all this you were talking about last night? About me ‘letting go’ and all? Just what are you up to, you goof?” And with that she gave Sharon one of her trademark kisses on the tip of her nose.
“Why don’t you get undressed first, and you’ll see…” Sharon said as she kissed her friend’s nose back, then placing another on her lips.
Lauren was strangely excited. Not strange because of Sharon, but strange due to…something else. She knew her friend very well by now, and knew she was up to something. She trusted Sharon implicitly, so fear was definitely not an issue.
Peeling off her work-day clothing, Lauren lay back on the large soft bed.
Sharon stood for a moment and took in the beauty that was her friend Lauren. So young, so pretty. And so right for me in so many ways, she thought. Poor kid’s a wreck, but hopefully we can do something about that. What she sees in me, I’ll never know. With that, Sharon started removing her clothing as well.
As Lauren lay on the bed, she had no doubt at all about what she saw in Sharon. It was the friendship and closeness of course, but at times like this there was the physical thing as well. Sharon was always making comments about being old or some such joke, but Lauren thought her quite lovely. Though she was almost forty, Sharon could easily have passed for a much younger woman. True, the lines were starting to make an appearance, and there may be a bit less firmness about her than what Lauren imagined she looked like at eighteen, but it was the way she carried herself. She was younger than herself at heart. She was confident, she was loose and playful. Wise without being stuffy. And regardless of what Sharon said about herself, Lauren thought her beautiful. Sharon had blonde hair that was the envy of younger women, golden and slightly curly. Her face was more than simply pretty. Regal was the word Lauren liked to use. And her body was something that Lauren really didn’t like her joking negatively about. Coming from another female or not, Sharon was hot, she thought. There were twenty-year-old girls that would have killed to have the body-fat ratio that Sharon had.
“Hun?” she heard Sharon say.
“What? Oh, sorry. Just daydreaming again. You know me!”
“I said, just lay back and trust me, no matter what, ok?” Sharon repeated.
“Sure…but what exactly are you up to?”
“Just getting tired of you beating yourself up all the time. You’re so worried about failing that you don’t enjoy your life. So tonite…you have no control to worry about.”
“What are you saying?”
Lauren found out quickly as her friend produced several lengths of white rope from her dresser.
“What in the name of God?” Lauren gasped.
“Trust me?” asked Sharon, a smile on her face that suddenly set the younger woman at ease.
“Ummm…of course…but what are going to do?”
“Honey, I’m just going to tie you up. I promise I won’t hurt you, but you know that. I just want you to know what it feels like to be completely powerless. No control, no responsibility. Trust me, please?”
“Well…..ok, I guess.”
“Great. Just do what I say, cooperate while I tie you to the bed, and I promise that you’ll be a new woman tomorrow.”
Lauren complied, although she was a bit startled at her friend. Not that she’d put it completely past the exuberant woman, but this was kind of out of left field.
Sharon went to work. She got Lauren to spread her legs wide and place her ankles against the bedposts at the foot of the queen-sized bed. It was quick work to tie them securely. As Sharon was tying her, Lauren felt something strange.
She gave in. Whatever her friend was going to do, she trusted her and no longer wanted to worry about anything.
Sharon tied the younger woman’s wrists together, then tied them over her head to the headboard. When she was finished, Lauren couldn’t move.
“Comfy, love?” Sharon asked her captive.
“Yes. But I can’t move very much. What are you up to, anyway? This is kinda kinky, you know…”
“I know. But I think you’re going to like it.”
Sharon sat on the bed next to her bound friend. Taking a strand of her hair in her hand, she ran it through her fingers. Inching her face closer to the girl’s, she teased her with her lips until she broke loose and kissed her fully. Lauren responded with her lips and tongue passionately. As Lauren was preoccupied with the kiss, Sharon let her plan unfold.
Taking her other hand, she trailed the nails down Lauren’s bound arm, causing the woman to wriggle slightly. It took little time for the fingertips to rest over the smooth skin of her armpit. Sharon wriggled the fingers lightly over the tight flesh.
“Hey! C-Cut it out! What are you…heeheehee…d-doing???” Lauren squealed.
“Are you ticklish?” Sharon asked.
“Yes! Be careful!…Come on now!”
“Tied up and ticklish….” Sharon said in a musing voice, “now there’s a bad combination….”
“Oh, you wouldn’t! This is SO not fair!” Lauren said as she struggled against her ropes.
“Lauren, remember what I said. Let go. I’m in charge. And you, my dear, are not going anywhere. I can do anything I want to you….” Sharon’s tone was sing-song as she trailed both of her hands up and down the length of the girl’s arms, coming back to the ticklish armpits again and again.
“HeeeHeeeeHeeee!…St-Stttoopppp!!…HaaaHaaaHaaaaa…..Comeon!!!!!….That T-Ticlklllllesssss!”
The word came out sounding like “tiggles” as Lauren’s giggling laughter interfered with her pronunciation.
For her part, Sharon was enjoying not only seeing her friend laugh, but also having her at her mercy. That she was incredibly attracted to the beautiful young woman was beyond doubt, but she’d wanted this kind of control over her for quite some time. Not so much in a domineering sort of way, but it an erotically playful sort. Sharon had herself been tied like this before, but doing it to someone else was something that had happened too long ago in her opinion. She was going to put the girl through her paces, for her own good, of course…
The long nails danced merrily over the smooth skin as Lauren’s body stretched and strained against the bonds holding her in place. The tickling was something totally new to her. She’d been tickled before, of course, but never like this…never when she was powerless to stop it when she wanted to. Now all she could do was feel whatever Sharon decided to do to her.
“HeeHeeeeeHeeeeeHaahahahaaaaa!!!!!……Plleeeaaasseee!!!!….OhGODThatTICKLES!!!!!…”
“ I know,” was all Sharon said as her fingers dropped lower and lower, crossing the girl’s chest and tracing small circles around her erect nipples. The nails drew in closer and closer, but never touched the sensitive buds.
“Oh, Jeeeezzzz…what…HeeeHeeeeeeee…..are you…HaaHaaaaaahahaha….doing?”
“Loosening you up, love. Doesn’t that feel nice? No control, no responsibility. Just me….tickling you…..he he he…”
Lauren wasn’t sure what to make of the look on the older woman’s face, but she felt no fear. She was in dire straits physically, to be sure, but she was sure that Sharon wouldn’t push it too far.
Wasn’t she?
That question was quickly answered as Sharon’s fingers left the smooth surface of her breasts and rested over her protruding ribs.
“Oh, You WOULDN’T!” said Lauren, looking into eyes that a bit too much playfulness about them given her current situation.
“Have I ever told you how lovely your body is….?” Sharon teased as her finger began to lightly knead the tender area.
“Yes you HaaaAAAIIIIIGGGHHH!!!!” NONONONONO!!!!!!!…SSSTTOPPPPPPIIITTT!!!!….AAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”
Lauren let loose with a howl as Sharon attacked her ribs. The light kneading became heavier as all ten of the woman’s finger’s probed the skin and bone that made up the horrible ticklish area of Lauren’s body. The feeling was something she’d never felt before and was totally unprepared to deal with it. The ropes held fast as every muscle in Lauren’s body fought to cover her exposed ribcage. On and on Sharon tickled the helpless young woman, laughing along with her, albeit for a much different reason.
“Lauren, you are so cute when you laugh like that! Kootchie Kootchie Koo!!….So ticklish…..tickletickletickle……”
“OHPLLLLEEEAASSEEEE!!!….HAHAHAHHAA…(GASP)….NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!…..OHGODOHGODOHGOD!!!!…HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAIIIGGHHH!!!!”
Sharon’s hands drifted downward and stroked the skin that ran down the side of Lauren’s tight body. Her flanks were bare and helplessly open to whatever Sharon desired.
And Sharon desired to tickle her body.
“N-NOTTHEEEERRRE!!!!!….NNNOOOOOO!!!…..OHPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!!HHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHEHEHHE….NONONONONHAAHAHAHHEEEE!”
Sharon’s fingers were dancing over her waist, the tiny goosebumps like heaven under her probing fingers. The feel of the young woman’s flesh was exquisite, as was the look on Lauren’s face. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her head was thrown back. The sweet lips she’d kissed so often were parted to allow the peals of laughter and the begging to escape. The scratching and tickling took a decidedly evil turn as Sharon pinched the girl’s waist right above her protruding hipbones. In and out, over the same ticklish spot as Lauren went berserk with sensation.
“AAAIIIGGHHH!!!!!….STOPSTOPSTOPPPLLEEEAAASSEEE!!!…..HHAHAHHEEEEHAAEE….NOMORE….HAHAHAHA….NOMOREPLEEEEEEASSSSEEE….OHGODNOO!!!!””
“Kitchie Kitchie Koo, little girl!” Sharon teased as she continued to tickle the helpless woman, traveling over her belly now, tickling either side of her navel, “You might as well laugh it up! I ain’t stopping!…..Tickle Tickle Tickle!!!”
Sharon’s tongue found the deep navel and lightly licked around the outside, then within the depression as her fingers continued tickling the girl’s sides. While the tickling went on unabated, Sharon initiated Phase Two of Operation Tickle Lauren to Hysterics.
Her tongue drifted down the tight belly, and she placed kisses like little butterflies along a path. A path that ended between the legs of the bound woman. The tickling did not cease, but became lighter. Sharon had a good feel for Lauren’s ticklish spots now, and the place where her waist curved in was quite sensitive. The sensation of the tickling coupled with the tender manipulations of Sharon’s tongue were taking Lauren somewhere she’d never been before. Gone were the thought of her job, her co-workers, her responsibilities. All she knew was Sharon and what she was doing to her. The feelings between her legs were even different. Sharon took more time on her than she ever had, licking around the outside of her lips, teasing her with gentle kisses….then using her tongue as she always had before. If anyone knew where Lauren liked to feel a tongue, it was Sharon.
The sensation was like a wave that washed over the helpless girl, the tickling adding to the force of it all. How and why they mixed, she didn’t know, but this was a new feeling that she didn’t know how to deal with. It was torture. It was pleasure.
And just when Lauren thought that she was going to explode, Sharon stopped and stood up.
“Wh-what are you DOING?….I want you!…Please don’t stop…PLEASE?!?!?!?”
“Oh, Lauren, Lauren, Lauren….I told you I was in control.” Sharon said as she circled the bed and went over to the dresser that she kept her things on, “and I’m not through with you yet. How do you feel? Tell me.”
“Oh GOD….I feel……tingly…..turned-on….I don’t know, it’s weird…just finish, please?!?!?”
“Such impatience in the young these days…” said Sharon as she turned to face Lauren after picking something up that Lauren couldn’t quite see from her vantage point. The fact that whatever it was was now behind Sharon’s back didn’t help her at all.
“Are you thinking about work?” Sharon asked.
“No, I’m not. Look, I know what you’re trying to do, and I appreciate it,” Lauren replied as her body was still heaving from the sweet torture she’d endured, “but please, no more. I can’t take it anymore! Come on, this isn’t fair, you’ve got me all tied up here, lemme make love to you, please?”
“Lauren,” Sharon replied as she crept closer to the foot of the bed, “Tell me that you’ve ever felt this way before. You can’t can you? Let go. Give someone else control. You really have no choice, my pretty little captive….”
The beauty of Sharon’s smile set Lauren at ease for a moment.
One moment.
It was after the woman finished her short speech that she slowly brought her hands out from behind her back.
In each hand was a long, soft feather. The grin on Sharon’s face was a mile wide as she simply arched her eyebrows at her helpless friend.
“Oh, God NO!…PLEASE not that! Don’t tickle me feet, PLEASE?!?!?!?!”
“What was that?” Sharon smugly asked.
“I said don’t tickle my feet, PLEASE!”
“I know what you said, but I’m liking this whole control thing. Say it again.”
Lauren wasn’t sure what was going on in her friend’s mind, but she prayed that if she played along, she could perhaps save her feet the torture she knew was coming otherwise. Her feet were unbearably ticklish, and the thought of those wicked-looking feathers dancing over the surface of her soles, her feet helplessly tied in place, made her visibly shiver.
“Please don’t tickle my feet.” she said,
“Again,” said Sharon, inching the plumes closer to the wriggling feet, “and make me believe it….”
“Sharon, PLEASE!” Lauren begged, pleading with her eyes as well as her voice, “please don’t tickle my feet. You have no idea how ticklish my feet are. This is evil! Please don’t. I’m begging! See? I’m BEGGING YOU…PLLLLEEEASSSEEEEE don’t tickle my FEEEEEEEET!!!”
“Sorry, love,” said a detached Sharon, “but those gorgeous soles are just too pretty to pass up.”
And they were, thought Sharon. The soles were the lightest shade of pink, the toes tiny and perfect. The sight of them wiggling around, caught by the unforgiving ropes at the slim ankles, was driving Sharon crazy. It wasn’t only Lauren that was getting something out of this. Sharon had discovered something about herself during all of this. She truly enjoyed tickling Lauren while she was helpless. The power and the control were only part of it. Sharon was a big girl, and questioned herself rarely. Plain and simple…tickling the bound girl was turning her on.
“Here they cooooooommmmmme….”
“Nooo…Pleeeaaasseeee?”
The feathers touched the surface of Lauren’s bare feet with the lightest of strokes. To Lauren it felt like an insect charged with electricity was crawling up each of her sensitive soles. As the feathers stroked faster up and down the length of each bound and helpless foot, Lauren lost all control, giving it up freely for the pleasure of simply screaming.
“AAAAIIIGGGHHHHNNNNNOOOOOOO!!!……HHEHEHEHEHEEEHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAA!!….OHPLLEEEEEASE…ST-SSSSSSTOOOOOOPPPP!!!……OHMYFUCKINGGGAAAAWWWDDDD!!!…HAAAHAAAHAAHAA…OH..HAAHAAHA….OHNOOHNO!!!..HEEHEHEHEEEHEEEH…HAAHAHAHHAAAAAA!!!”
The feathers were a whirlwind of motion over the naked soles. Twitching and wriggling, Lauren’s feet were powerless against the sweetly cruel onslaught of tickling that assailed her senses.
As Sharon tickled, she felt herself getting warmer and warmer. She took one hand and dropped the feather it held, pleasuring herself as she slowed down the tickling to a maddening pace. Lauren saw what Sharon was doing….
“Oh…HHAAHAHAAAAA…You BITCH!!!!” she yelled. Teasing, of course with the language, but what else was she to do? There was Sharon, right in front of her, getting herself off while she herself could only feel tickling and a growing need to climax.
“Is this what you’d like?” Sharon teased as she continued to tickle the foot of her helpless captive.
“OH GOD YYYEEESSS!!!!” Lauren screamed as her body writhed and squirmed against the bonds, “Pleasepleaseplease? You win…HahahahahHHAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAA!!!!….OHGODDAMITPLLLEEAAASSEEEE…..HHAAAAHAAHAAAHAA…HEEHEHEEHAAAHAAHAAAA!”
Sharon came with a force greater than she thought herself capable of. As her body shuddered, she dropped the remaining feather. Giving herself time to fully experience it, she then turned to her tied-up friend.
“Wow,” she said, “I would SO like to do that for you….”
“ME TOO! Please, Sharon, this isn’t fair!”
“Oh, you hush, now!” Sharon said, “Just tell me one thing…”
“Anything….”
“Did you like it?”
Lauren thought for a second. She had no control over anything that had happened to her. The sensations came on her without her help, but she hadn’t had time to think about whether she actually liked it or not. But given the choice to do this again….she surprised even herself.
“Yes, I did! Can’t we call this a lesson learned? I need you, please?”
“Well, you’ve been so good…how could I say no to that face?” Sharon said with a wink, “But you have to do one more thing…”
“Oh, God, what now, you witch?” Lauren teasingly spat.
“Witch, huh?” said Sharon as she poked Lauren’s side, making her squeal and jump.
“YIIIIKES!!!!”
“Ok, just for that…..Ask me to tickle you.”
“Are you serious??” Lauren asked, shocked.
“Yes. Yes I am. Darling, I’ll give you the most mind-blowing pleasure you’ve ever had, but you need to trust me. Well, that and the whole control freak thing hasn’t worn off for me yet!” Sharon smiled at Lauren.
“Ok,” Lauren said, bracing herself, but giving in at the same time. The feelings from before were still coursing through her body, and she had to admit that she wondered what it could feel like. “Tickle me, please?”
“With pleasure….” said Sharon as she approached the bound girl.
Sharon laid along the length of Lauren’s body, kissing her mouth passionately. Her hands were stroking her sides, eliciting giggles and squirms from the tied young woman. She kept it light, and slid down Lauren’s body as she kissed between her breasts.
Lauren shrieked as she felt the fingernails once again tickling her armpits as Sharon’s warm mouth kissed her hard nipples. The competing sensations were driving Lauren crazy. It tickled. It got her excited. It was something she desperately wanted to continue, whatever torment she must endure.
“M-More!…HaaaHAaaaaaaa…heeheeheehee…More!…”
Sharon wasted no time in giving Lauren what she wanted. Working down her tight and helpless body, Sharon’s hands tickled everywhere. She kept it light enough to not interfere with the growing orgasm, yet hard enough to tickle. When her tongue found Lauren’s vagina, helpless to her touch, the back of the younger woman arched as if she could break the bonds by sheer force of will.
The ropes held fast, however, and Lauren was helpless to resist what the older woman was doing to her. She was taking her damn sweet time, that was for sure. And the tickling was getting harder. Sharon’s hands found the sweet spot at either side of her sexy waist and dug in, making love to her at the same time with her practiced mouth. She found her self giving in completely for the first time. Bring it on, she thought….just don’t let it end….
“AAAIIGGHH!!!…OOOOHHHHH…..HAAHAAHAAHAAAA….OHGOD!……OHHHHGGAAAWWWDDDDD…….”
The orgasm flowed over Lauren like it was her first. And in a way, it was. The intense tickling mixed with the lust coursing through her soul, creating something she never knew existed.
Sharon kept it up, her tongue massaging the quivering clitoris, her hands now lightly stroking the smooth flanks of her lover.
Lauren exploded again, this one more powerful, as if the first orgasm were merely an opening act. Every nerve was on fire, every brain cell registering nothing but raw lust. Over and over the impact slammed into her soul.
She was free. She was just Lauren the Woman, not Lauren the Girlfriend or Lauren the Responsible Adult. She simply…Was.
Sharon got back up and sat on the side of the bed, exhausted herself. After a deep kiss, she started to untie Lauren. Every touch was joined by a light kiss as the ropes fell away from the beautiful body, returning Lauren to her own realm of control.
But it was different. Something had changed. For whatever reason, she felt as if she could handle anything. Would it last? She didn’t know.
But would she do this again? That she was sure of. There were no more questions about who she was, or where she stood. This was her life, screw everyone else.
Well, almost everyone else.
“Sharon?” Lauren said as she met the gaze of the older woman.
“Yes, dear?” Sharon was flushed herself, but gave Lauren her undivided attention.
“I…”
“Go on…” she coaxed. Lauren was on the verge of self-realization and she needed to do it for herself.
“I love you.”
“I know, dear…I really do.” Sharon said as she took Lauren’s face in her hands, “And I love you as well.”
There would be much to talk about tomorrow, Lauren knew. Confessing her love for another woman was a big step, no matter how you looked at it, this she knew. But for now, there was sleep to consider. She was drained. But she felt free, and really knew what love was.
She only had to let go.
