“It’s perfect,” Laurie squealed as she finally stopped bouncing long enough to cover Heather’s face with kisses. Then she started bouncing again. “Oh my god, oh my god! You bought ‘us’ jewelry.” She grabbed Heather by the hand and drug her back towards the main house, apparently intending on making a big display, which was the one thing that Heather had wanted to avoid. Laurie rushed inside to show everyone while Heather inconspicuously sat down on the bench out on the porch with her reddening face buried in her hands. She heard Laurie chattering away, and it sounded like everyone else gathered around to gawk.
“I really need to remember to remember I’m dating a very girly young woman,” she said to herself, or at least she thought it was to herself.
“She is indeed girly,” came a smooth, eloquent voice. “But do you really mind?”
Heather peeked between two of her fingers as Jane sat down next to her. “I don’t think I’ll ever quite figure her out.”
“I certainly hope not,” said Jane, draping a finger over the young woman’s shoulders. “It would make things frighteningly dull for you. Would you prefer that?”
“Nah,” said Heather, pulling her still blushing cheeks out from behind her hands. She looked at Jane, and the older woman seemed a little tired. “How about you?” Heather asked. “How are things with you?”
“I’m a tad weary these days.”
“Maybe you should slow down a bit. Give yourself a chance to recover.”
“I’ve had a chance to recover,” Jane said, actually looking a little petulant. She glanced over her shoulder towards the voices coming from the house. “Michelle, Freddie, my parents . . . everyone walks on eggshells when I’m around. They treat me like I’m breakable. And . . . and damn it, I want sex!” She actually stamped her feet a little, like a child throwing a tantrum. Heather started to chuckle, which got worse when Jane shot her a disapproving glare.
“Not much action recently?”
“None since the surgery. For the first few weeks it made sense. But when the doctor’s decided it was acceptable for me to return home, I was somewhat hoping for a slight return to normalcy.” She took a deep breath. “I know they mean well, but I was rather hoping that averting a potentially disastrous medical situation would help me enjoy life a little more, but my lovers aren’t cooperating.”
It was odd for Heather to be on the comforting end of a conversation with Jane. She glanced at the light wrap the older woman had around her head. “Can I see it?” she asked. “I haven’t seen it since you were in the hospital.” Jane removed the garment, exposing her lightly fuzzed skull. Heather could still see the dark scar where they had temporarily removed a section of skull. She had always wondered how they put things like skulls back together. “All the king’s horses . . .” she muttered. “Do you always wear something over it?”
“Yes,” Jane replied. “I thought it might make them forget about the scar if they couldn’t see it.”
Heather thought that sounded so . . . well, silly. “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.”
“Explain,” said Jane quizzically.
“Wizard of Oz. The first thing that everyone did when they were told not to look behind the curtain was to actually look. Sometimes, trying to hide something makes everyone think about it more. Maybe Michelle and Freddie still see you as injured BECAUSE you look like you’re protecting something.”
Jane’s gaze softened and seemed to be staring straight through Heather. The dark-haired young woman began to feel overwhelmed by that gaze. “So, when did you become a grown-up sweetness?”
“Since I had to start keeping up with a girlfriend who seems to have the energy of five-year old.” Just then, Laurie came out on the porch, showed her new locket to Jane (again), bounced up and down and then headed back inside. “It’s not fair,” moaned Heather as she once again rested her face in her hands.
“Of course it isn’t,” said Jane, drawing Heather to her feet so that they could go in for dinner.
“She made me go shopping!”
“How absolutely dreadful. We’ll get you some coffee and you’ll forget all about it.”
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Later that evening . . .
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“I never want to eat another bite again as long as I live,” groaned Laurie as she collapsed onto the bed. Jane’s mother had proven to be an even more over-the-top cook than Jane was. Laurie knew she should have drawn the line at the pudding-on-a-cloud desert, but she just couldn’t say “no” to that kindly old woman. “You know she’s going to want to send leftovers home with us.”
“How the hell are we going to fit anything else into that car of yours? We’ll be lucky if we can fit ourselves in after this week.” Heather started to disrobe. Once she was stripped down to her underwear, she started to reach for her sleeping shirt, but then decided against it. She glanced over at Laurie, who had managed to sit up and remove her shirt. Heather still wanted to jump her girlfriend’s bones, but there was something else happening. She had grown comfortable with Laurie, as if she had known her for seven years rather than seven months. The blonde girl was wearing the locket that Heather gave her, and it was nestled just above those warm, inviting breasts. Laurie opened the locket and looked at the picture inside one more time. Heather wondered her girlfriend was realizing the same thing that Heather was. ‘Could this really be forever?’ Heather thought. ‘Is that what that locket means? Making something temporary into something permanent?’ Laurie stood up and pulled her pants down, giving Heather a good few of her scantily clad ass. Heather began to think forever might not be long enough to do everything she wanted to with Laurie. As the blonde girl sat back down on the bed, Heather knelt behind her and helped undo her bra.
“I had PLANNED on leaving that on,” joked Laurie, “but if you insist.” Then she felt Heather pulling her under the covers. The two girls wound up face to face and body to body under mounds of blankets. Heather stroked the side of Laurie’s face with one hand then kissed her on the lips. Laurie started stroking Heather too, but not on the face.
“Hey you,” started Heather as she felt fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through her panties. “I thought we weren’t going to do that while we were here, seeing as Jane’s parents are right next door.”
“I thought we could play around a little. We don’t have to get all loud and noisy like we usually do . . .”
Heather was actually more than up to it, but she had felt obligated to put up a minor protest. She didn’t want her girlfriend thinking she was easy. She slid her hand under Laurie’s panties and stuck one finger inside paradise. Laurie’s lips parted slightly as she gasped. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Heather had often wondered if there was really a difference between fucking and making love. There was. Not that she minded fucking. But then there were moments like this. The only thing they were using were their fingers as the lay facing each other, kissing each other on the face and neck or sometimes just staring at each other. Sometimes, when Heather’s fingers hit just the right spot on the front of Laurie’s vaginal wall, all the breath seemed to leave the blonde girl’s body and she lightly chewed on her bottom lip.
For her part Laurie, could tell how aroused Heather was by her stare as much as by how swollen her pussy lips were. Heather had this way of catching Laurie’s eyes and holding them in place, much like the mythical power of a snake charmer. The only time Heather broke that gaze was so that she could sneak her head under the covers and latch her lips onto one of Laurie’s incredibly soft nipples. But neither girl’s fingers ever stopped moving. Laurie kissed her lover on the top of the head as she suckled at Laurie’s breast. She felt Heather’s thumb massaging her clit while the two of the girl’s fingers probed her insides, and Laurie pressed Heather’s head more tightly against her chest. She started slowly grinding her hips against Heather’s hand, trying to get more and more of those delightful fingers inside her moist sex.
Heather’s lips worked their way back up to Laurie’s neck as she rolled the blonde girl gently onto her back as Heather positioned herself between Laurie’s legs. Both girls’ fingers were trapped in the other’s body as Heather started humping her girlfriend. There was no hurry to experience orgasm for either of them, as they both knew that time would arrive. For twenty minutes they kept things at a nice slow pace, occasionally switching who was on top.
Heather was the first to cum. Laurie was on top and Heather’s legs were slightly spread to accommodate her lover’s narrow hips. The blonde girl had a lip-lock on Heather’s earlobe as the dark-haired girl gasped and moaned ever so lightly as her body began to shake. Her muscles tightened and her pussy pulsed and she came onto Laurie’s fingers.
After she recovered, she turned a smiling Laurie back onto her back then started kissing her way down Laurie’s body. The blonde girl though her lover was just heading towards the breasts she loved so much, but Heather’s mouth kept going until she was scrunched up under the covers, completely out of sight, pushing Laurie’s panties out of the way and then planted a kiss on Laurie’s lower lips. Then her tongue started gentled prodding and licking every part of Laurie’s pussy. Laurie knew she was already close to orgasm, but she hoped she could hold on a bit longer, as Heather’s studded and talented tongue’s masterful manipulations had Laurie in a state of euphoria. And once again, Heather was in no rush. But Laurie was only human, and finally she submitted to the will of her body and came. Heather licked at and savored the blonde girl’s juices. Laurie’s body was locked in place for a good minute before she was able to relax and release the death grip her legs had on Heather’s shoulders.
Heather reached out of bed and grabbed an old tee shirt from her bag and used it to clean both girls up a little after their romantic tryst. She tossed her now soaked panties, as well as Laurie’s, into their laundry bag before curling up again under the covers, safe and sound with a beautiful blonde girl. Their legs became quickly entwined and each lay an arm across the other as they fell asleep in each other’s embrace.