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CRAVINGS
by
Disclaimer:
There is a love/sexual relationship depicted explicitly b/n the two main females in this installment. If under age 18, or you find this type of subject offensive, or this type of material is illegal in your state of residence, you may wish to pass on this story. This is classified as a hurt/comfort story. If you are sensitive to this type of material you may wish to read something other than this story. Definitely naughty words. If you are sensitive to this type of thing or are under age 18 and or find this type of language offensive you may wish pass on this story
Special thanks to Jlynn for her help and beta assistance on this segment.
Moon7U © September 2002 - March 2003
Part 5 in the Pieces series
She was ashamed of herself for feeling the things she did. 'God. It's so indecent, unnatural' and it was becoming a problem. She peeked over the file she had been pretending to read and out the open door of her office to look upon her assistant. The short blonde was standing with her back to the door, going over employee reports. Firm creamy calf muscles, the inviting indentations at the back of her knees ... and she knew just how sensitive the woman was there. Her eyes continued upward to the beginning musculature of the woman's thighs. Blue eyes continued their upward perusal until they reached the hem of the sleek business suit skirt. But she knew what lay beyond that skirt by heart, the thighs strong and muscular but soft and supple, rising up to meet the soft round globes of firm and perfect flesh. She swallowed hard as she imagined her hands gliding over the object of her intense gaze. Her breathing quickened and she closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to get her body and thoughts under control.
She was startled by the soft click of the door being closed and glanced up helplessly at her lover. "I love the way you look at me," Alex smiled sexily, "and if time permitted and it weren't so risky," she leaned across the desk and brushed Miranda's lips with her own, "I'd rip off these soaked panties and let you have your way with me." Another kiss and Alex was gone, resuming a business like air and stepping confidently out of the office.
"Oh..." Miranda's sex was positively throbbing. "... My..." Miranda closed her eyes tightly, trying desperately to relax her erratic pulse. "... God." Her nipples had hardened instantaneously and her own underwear was now uncomfortably moist. "Jesus, that kid knows exactly what to do and say to me." She knew any attempt at working now was useless. She couldn't remain in the office, not feeling this way. She was likely to do something very precarious that would not only jeopardize her career, but Alex's as well.
She grabbed her things and tucked the files away for later. She stepped into the outer office, glanced around and noted the curious looks she was receiving. For a few moments she was overcome by the rising panic that everyone in the office could read her mind and knew exactly what she was thinking about doing to her lovely assistant. Regaining her equilibrium, she glanced at the blonde woman in question briefly. "I'm feeling a little under the weather," she explained. "I'm taking off early." The girl smiled softly, but her eyes communicated an underlying concern. Clearly, Alex realized that there was a little bit more going on than just a case of the libido. "Have a good day, Alex." Miranda smiled genuinely.
"You too."
Out in the daylight, Miranda made another attempt to quell her lurid thoughts but it was impossible. She climbed into her Burgundy Impala and with a white knuckled grip quickly made her way to Interstate 40. Following the Interstate she took the off ramp exit to Hwy 17. It was a forty-minute drive but worth it to reach the new house she shared with her beautiful lover.
Home.
She kicked off her heels immediately upon entering the house and lost two inches. Now at five foot ten, she was relieved to be stripping out of her restrictive business attire. Miranda grabbed up the shoes and continued her undressing in the privacy of her bath. She hung the business suit on the back of the door, intending to drop it off at the cleaning service during the next day's lunch break. The bras and soaked undies were dropped in the hamper with a self-mocking smile. A quick, very cold shower and a comfortable robe later, and she felt as though a bit of the edge had been taken off.
Miranda settled on the large, overstuffed couch with the intentions of reading a book, but she couldn't get the day's earlier encounter with Alex out of her mind. The dark haired woman never ceased to be amazed at the ease with which Alex sexually expressed herself. It was one of the reasons Miranda continually craved her. The petite blonde was constantly feeding her lust with delicious imagination. She was now aware that Alex's past had much to do with the young woman's openness and creativity but still it simply amazed her and to a degree, frightened her as well.
The tall woman glanced at the book on the end table. She reached for it, but her mind was rebelling against escaping the pursuit in which it was already engaged. It wanted to continue filling itself with thoughts of Alex. Giving up on the book, Miranda curled up on the couch, tucked her feet beneath her and turned her attention outside towards the woods beyond the forest window. She was ashamed at how much she wanted her lover sexually and was afraid that her desires would remind the young woman of her own past. She never wanted Alex to think that all she was to the older woman was a little sexual diversion. She loved her assistant, more than she believed humanly possible, and she would give up sex altogether before she made Alex feel like she was just some object for sexual gratification.
Those desires and how powerful they had become had surprised the dark haired woman. Listening to Alex relate some of her past experiences - all of them with men - had sparked Miranda's curiosity and her desire to experiment, and experience with her lover some of the things Alex had mentioned. It wasn't the thought of Alex with these different people that had turned her on. No, she felt nothing but sorrow that the young woman had found it necessary to barter her body in order to survive and put herself through school. Miranda felt sorrow that Alex's more intimate experiences had been with people that she'd neither trusted nor cared for and that those people had not cared for Alex. The blonde had assured her that she hadn't been brutalized or attacked, that in some instances she had even managed to feel pleasure.
And that was the problem. The situations and sexual activities Alex had mentioned enjoying, sparked an unexpected curiosity in Miranda that had become a painful craving to share and experience those things with her lover. And she couldn't bring herself to mention them. She was afraid Alex would think she was sick, or would feel reminded of the past she had left behind. She couldn't bear to hurt Alex with these desires. She had attempted to bury them but the more she tried the more persistent they became, until she felt herself fighting to prevent herself acting inappropriately in bed.
The woman lowered her head solemnly, feeling deeply distressed that she was keeping something like this from Alex but she couldn't bear to see the look of revulsion in the woman's eyes if she shared her secret. Miranda felt like quite the hypocrite now. All the time she had spent coaxing Alex to trust her. She'd convinced the young woman to see a therapist. Miranda had gone so far as to join in on those sessions at Alex's request, which seemed to help them both and allowed the dark haired woman also to share her sorrow and vent her frustrations over the estrangement between herself and her daughters. Still, Miranda felt guilty. She'd convinced Alex to tell her anything, only to find that she herself now felt as frightened as Alex had when the woman had first truly opened up to her. Miranda glanced up at the clock and noting the time, she decided to prepare dinner and hoped that she managed to pull herself together by the time her mate came home.
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"Do you trust me?" Alex peered down at her lover a few nights later as they lay together in the queen-sized bed.
"Yes."
"That's funny." The blonde reached over her lover's naked body and switched on the bedside lamp. "Because that's not what I'm getting from you right now." Miranda put on her poker face and smiled. Alex moved in to her side and pressed her body into her lover's hip.
"Sweetheart, I love you. Of course I …"
"Don't." The blonde leaned over her a bit and put a gentle finger to Miranda's lips. "We've just made love to each other, expressing our love in the most intimate way possible. Don't cheapen it with a lie." Miranda released a shaky gasp at the gentle reprimand and averted her gaze unable to look her lover in the eyes. "You are everything to me, Randa." Alex moved her right hand languidly over Miranda's bare torso, her hands stopping to cup and squeeze the darker woman's left breast. She tested its weight and squeezed it gently, enjoying the fullness of the firm flesh. Blue eyes were drawn back to pools of verdant and she couldn't look away. Desire was slowly uncoiling like a snake in the belly, unhurriedly, slowly, lazily unfolding itself. "When I touch you, it's like touching heaven." Alex's eyes never wavered from her lover's gaze. She tweaked the nipple and flicked her thumb across it, evoking a gasp from slightly parted lips, watching hungrily as Miranda's blue eyes became dazed with passion. "Touching you has become an obsession." Alex groaned as Miranda unconsciously arched, pushing her breast more firmly into the blonde's touch. "There's nothing like it in the world." She released the breast and moved her attention to the other, grasping the nipple suddenly between forefinger and thumb and squeezing not so gently. A hiss of pleasure escaped the taller woman's lips and she arched up again into the touch. "You give so much of yourself, Miranda …" She rubbed the ball of her thumb against the sensitive nipple, slowly increasing the pressure. "…And yet I sense you are holding back so much more." She allowed disappointment to shine through her eyes. Miranda could barely breathe past the sudden lump in her throat.
"I'm sorry I…"
She tried to slip out of her lover's grasp but Alex held onto to her. "Don't run from this." Her voice was firm. She kissed the woman tenderly, trying to convey all of her love with that act. "What are you afraid of?" Miranda was caught. She couldn't hide anymore. And she didn't want to. She wanted to trust Alex with everything.
"That I might want too much from you and that you'll …"
"No!" Alex's voice though soft was unyielding. "Miranda, no." She captured the woman's face in her palm and caressed a soft cheek gently. "There's nothing you could ask of me that I'm not prepared to give. You can have from me anything you want, anything you need." She brushed her lips gently against the woman's temple. "Is this about sex?" Miranda nodded quietly, unable to speak the words. "Oh love, there's no need for fear between us here." She gestured at their naked bodies. Alex coaxed the taller woman to straddle her hips. "In my past I've done many things with people who didn't give a damn about me, nor me them. But I did it willingly to survive. And now that I have you in my life, do you imagine that I have set limitations on my love for you or boundaries on the pleasures I wish to share with you?" She reveled at the feel of her lover's moist sex against her bare stomach. Alex undulated, causing her firm abs to thrust against the woman, and watched as Miranda's eyes clouded over with pleasure.
"I want you so much at times it frightens me." Miranda peered down into her lover's gentle smile with glazed eyes. "In every dream I'm touching you, kissing you, fu …making love to you."
"Randa, there's no touch I would refuse you or refuse from you. What gives you pleasure, gives me pleasure." Alex raised both hands to knead and mold the soft breasts above her. She could feel the woman melting into the touch as Miranda's eyes gazed down at her hungrily. Alex continued to undulate beneath her, stimulating the woman's sex and she knew it was working as more of Miranda's slick juices coated her belly. The dark haired beauty fell forward; Alex just barely had time to remove her hands. She placed them at Miranda's waist, guiding the woman to move into her and was rewarded as those hips began to stir, meeting Alex's movements with achingly slow undulations. Miranda supported her upper body weight off the woman by supporting herself with her forearms and elbow on either side of Alex's head. "Don't be afraid to let go, Randa. Tell me everything." The words sparked a fiery sensation in Miranda's center and she whimpered, gasping with heightened arousal as her body continued to thrust and meet the deliciously supple form beneath her. Alex groaned as her own sex quivered in response to their lovemaking. "Anything, Miranda. Anything you want … you only need ask." She moaned the words out, gripping the hips tighter and pulling the woman against her more forcefully. "And it's yours."
"Oh my God." Miranda choked out as Alex's hands moved to cup her ass. "Oh God! Alex!" She leaned over, capturing the woman's lips in a ferocious kiss, biting and suckling until they were both whimpering. Alex was being driven to distraction by her lover's slickness pressing into her. Her grip on Miranda's buttocks tightened and she reflexively squeezed the cheeks apart and back together. Miranda broke the kiss with a strangled gasp at Alex's new attention. Her eyes got that glazed over look again and Alex knew she was on the right track. The fingers of both her hands kneaded and squeezed the firm muscle rhythmically, moving closer, inward towards each other until she brushed gently against her lover's small puckered entrance. "Yes," Miranda sobbed, "Please." She squeezed her eyes shut and drew her legs up further, opening herself to allow her lover better access. She continued grinding her sex against her lover's belly, feeling her arousal climbing until her fingers and toes tingled and burned with the intensity. Alex smiled knowingly, more than willing to touch her lover this way. She began to tenderly massage the sensitive area, evoking a shout from Miranda's lips. The blonde knew from experience how responsive to stimulation that part of the body was and she had never wanted to experience such a touch again unless it was with someone she loved. She applied a small amount of pressure to the tight muscle and Miranda was panting, grinding, and simultaneously trying to push back into the intimate touch. "Alex." Her voice took on an urgent pleading quality. "Please..." she groaned out raggedly "…in me." Blue eyes became beseeching and she whimpered in frustration when that plea didn't bring her the desired result. Alex applied more pressure, massaging the puckered flesh in a circular motion that was driving the raven-haired woman into a desperate frenzy. Alex's stomach was practically drenched with her lover's passion. 'God, she's so sexy.' "Please. Alex, please." Miranda's voice was hoarse from arousal. "I need to feel you in me."
"I know," Alex soothed, feeling pleased that they had accomplished this breakthrough. "You will." She used her free hand to brush the hair from Miranda's sweat soaked face. 'God! The woman resembles a wanton goddess when in the throes of passion.' Miranda pressed back against the stimulating finger, trying to force the penetration she needed. "Easy, lover." Alex stilled her hands and lightened her touch, evoking a whimper from the dark haired woman. "I know, baby, but I want to go slow, alright? I don't want to hurt you." She kissed the woman again.
"Please don't stop, Al. Please," she sobbed softly, almost ashamed of this desire. Her body shook with tension of waiting and want and she was afraid of this neediness.
"I won't." Alex breathed against a soft throat. She understood the craving for intensity. Although Miranda was a very open minded individual she had not experimented much outside of having slept with a female college roommate. Sex with her husband, according to Miranda, although pleasurable had still been rather Spartan, with the occasional oral sex thrown in when they were being 'naughty'. Miranda had not been exposed to sex toys or creative love play. Though a part of her had craved more she hadn't known what more was until Alex had shared with her, her past experiences.
Alex had seen it during their talks, Miranda's expression rapidly changing from wide-eyed astonishment, to shocked curiosity, and not once had Alex gotten the response that she had expected from the woman. She had expected disgust and repulsion, but instead she was let in on a part of her lover she had not been exposed to before; the vulnerable but eager inexperienced woman craving different flavors of passion. She would catch Miranda's eyes on her more often; the woman seemed fevered by her thoughts and hungry for experimentation. Alex had treaded lightly with her, not wanting to put the woman in culture shock but she had begun to feel a new tension in their lovemaking and realized rather quickly that Miranda was holding back, afraid she would do something or say something Alex would not like. Finally, Alex had had enough and decided the best way to approach the subject was to strip it bare and attack it, and now that's exactly what she was doing.
She kept up her teasing pressure and was rewarded with Miranda's tightly clenched jaw as the woman struggled to regain control. "God. You're so beautiful, Miranda," she husked. Miranda looked down into the blonde's worshipful gaze and was flooded with the warmth of being so completely loved.
"Only for you, sweetheart. Only for you."
"You're so wet. I can feel it," Alex growled. "You're so hot moving against me like that." Miranda closed her eyes as the effects of Alex words washed over her, squeezing her heart and causing her center to clench needfully. "Does this feel good?" Alex pressed against the tight sphincter muscle and Miranda cried out softly, wanting more.
"Yes," she whispered in rushed breath. "Feels so good."
"I know," Alex murmured huskily. "I can make it feel even better, Miranda."
"Oh God!" Alex stopped her ministrations and smiled when Miranda protested with a whimper.
"Don't worry, love, I'm not done with you yet." She smiled and patted Miranda on the ass gently. "But I want you on your knees for this."
"Oh, God." Miranda glanced down at her with wide blue eyes that shone with surprise and definite interest. "I think you're trying to kill me."
"No." Alex's smiled broadened into a grin. "But I plan to kill any fears you may have about communicating your wants to me."
"I love you."
"I love you too." She urged Miranda into the new position on all fours, and unable to resist the attractive line of her lover's back, she teased Miranda, dragging her blunt nails down the woman's back until she was arching like a cat. She kissed a loving trail down Miranda's spine, her tongue snaking out to tease the sensitive skin. She reached around the woman and toyed lazily with her breasts, gently pinching and twisting the taut peaks until her lover arched hungrily into the touch. "I love your body." Alex's voice was soft and husky with desire. "I love the way it responds to me."
"Oh, God." Miranda loved that Alex talked to her during sex. It made her feel constantly connected to her lover by more than just touch. That soft voice would penetrate the fog of arousal and seemed to caress her mentally as Alex's body touched her physically.
"You're so perfect, Miranda," Alex hissed as her blunt nails raked down along the woman's sides and hips. "So soft." Her fingers brushed gently down thighs and calves, raising goose pimples in the wake. "Each time I make you come, I find I only want to start all over again."
Miranda groaned deeply at those words.
"You have no idea what I dream about doing to you." The dark haired woman squeezed her thighs together against the near painful throbbing at her center. "All the many different ways I've imagined taking you." Miranda's inner thighs were becoming slick from the overflow of her excitement. Nails scratched lightly back up the tall woman's legs to tease the firm flesh of her derriere. Alex was placing light, teasing kisses to the small of her back, her tongue swirling over the small indentation there, causing Miranda to shiver and gasp. The blonde's tongue traveled lower, languidly bathing the round bottom until the taller woman writhed with powerful need, very near begging again. Teeth nipped and bit gently. Alex closed her eyes at the scent of her tall lover's excitement. Her own sex thrummed with need.
"God," Miranda panted, "Al, I love what you do to me."
Alex opened her eyes and continued massaging her lover's derriere with one hand as she brought the other to her own sex. She bucked in excitement against her probing fingers, gathering moisture onto the digits and thrusting into herself wantonly. Her throaty groans clued Miranda in on what she was doing. She stopped herself abruptly, not prepared for her own climax.
Miranda was staring over her left shoulder, transfixed as her lover pumped her fingers in and out of herself. She loved watching Alex masturbate. Suddenly, more than anything she wanted to watch the woman bring herself to climax. She was disappointed when the show ended abruptly.
But Alex's green eyes were alight with blazing fire as they met Miranda's blue gaze. "This is what you do to me." She offered drenched fingers to Miranda's lips and with a soft whimper the dark haired woman latched on to the digits, nursing on them hungrily as she tasted her lover's sweet, musky and distinctive flavor. Her tongue swirled around the tips of each finger and then she drew each one into her mouth, her greedy suckling evoking shuddering gasps from Alex's lips. "I fantasize about you throughout the day."
Alex fingers retreated from the woman's hungry mouth. She smiled at her lover's soft groan of disappointment but there was so much more to come. She moved the hand between her lover's parted thighs and felt the woman trembling in anticipation of touch. Her heart ached with tenderness that she had found someone who could love and want her so, in spite of her past. "I love you," she murmured throatily fighting the tears that pooled in her eyes and threatened to spill. She palmed the enflamed sex and moaned at the feel of Miranda's soaked arousal coating her hands. Her lover bucked into the touch. "I love you." She bathed her hand in the moisture, slightly parting the slick outer lips in the process. A slow hiss issued from Miranda's lips and her head fell forward as she fought the urge to thrust back against her lover's touch.
"God!" she cried out hoarsely when seeking fingers found her needy clitoris and began rubbing against it and lightly tugging the small button until her toes and fingers tingled and burned from the intense sensation. Miranda grabbed fistfuls of bedding, clutching at the fabric for dear life as Alex concentrated her efforts on that hypersensitive area of her sex. "Alex," she whimpered the woman's name unable now to prevent her hips from writhing and bucking as her body demanding more. "Alex." Her mind had been in no way prepared for the sudden penetration as two digits entered her with a suddenness that left her breathless. But her body had been more than ready. The inner walls of her sex pulsed maddeningly and squeezed desperately against the invasion. Her head fell back as her eyes shut. She was dizzy with pleasure and breathing in heavy pants. "God. Oh, God!" Alex was concentrated now wholly on her lover's enjoyment. She began slowly thrusting in and out, provoking more of the copious flow from Miranda's drenched channel. She slowed down and sped up her thrust in a deliberate attempt to keep Miranda off guard.
"You're so hot and wet for me," Alex husked. "I can feel you throbbing against my fingers, wanting to come so badly."
"Yes, please," the taller woman sobbed.
She trailed liberal amounts of the copious fluid from her lover's center to the small tight opening. Miranda mouth dropped open and a strangled groaned fell from her lips at the desired contact and dropped her head forward, fearing she would topple over from weakness. This was so intense. She had no words to describe how it felt to have her lover touching her there. Her hair fell forward, shielding her face. Her body was coated with sweat and she was open and completely exposed to her lover. Alex nearly froze in awe of the woman's sensual beauty. She laid a kiss at the small of Miranda's back and entered her moist heat once again with a finger. Miranda's head came back whipping the hair with her as she cried out Alex's name. Alex kept up a slow pace, gently easing her lover towards climax, as she enjoyed the feel of Miranda's sex squeezing desperately at her finger. She with drew all the way out to pause at the entrance and thrust back into her with two fingers.
"Yes!" Miranda's breathy cry followed by the trembling in her thighs, alerted Alex that her lover was more than ready. Coating her left middle digit with more of her lover's fluid she began to massage more firmly against the puckered entrance, never stopping her ministration to her lover's sex. "Please, oh God, Please, Alex, do it!"
"Do you want this?" Alex whispered her own voice husky and hoarse with arousal as she applied more pressure.
"Oh… fuck… yes." Speeding up the tempo of the fingers buried deeply into her lover, Alex chose the perfect moment, and careful not to cause pain, she entered the woman only partially and drew a ragged gasp of shock and pleasure. "Oh my god," Miranda began chanting that exaltation, as she felt her rear pulsing madly against the intrusion. Her body was on overload and before she knew what was happening she was spiraling into the waves of orgasm. "I love you," she panted. "I love you."
When Alex withdrew from her moments later, Miranda crashed weakly to the bed. Alex spread on top of Miranda's back and kissed her lover on the side of the cheek. She nuzzled a sweaty neck and smirked "Anything else you'd like to try?"
On to our final installment: FAMILY
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