Meegan froze, her eyes locking with Rachyl's. In that moment she realized she had been very very selfish. She had been so worried about how all of this was affecting her and had not stopped to think about or comfort Rachyl. She really was a crappy partner, and it stunned her how much Rachyl put up with.
She quickly crossed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around her life-mate and lover. "I'm so sorry." She pulled away enough, so that her lips met Rachyl's. She kissed her deeply, passionately and thoroughly, before sliding her hands down Rachyl's arms until their fingers entwined. She pulled back and looked deeply into golden-green eyes and swallowed back tears.
"I love you. No matter what those little sticks tell us, I am yours, and I want to be here with you forever. There is nothing those sticks will tell us that will change that."
At Rachyl's watery nod, Meegan led them to the counter. These tests were fool proof. They all had two windows the first one meant 'Yay, you can pee on a stick' the second would either be empty or contain either a pink or blue line or a plus sign. Their lives hung in the balance of those three little windows.
Do, or Do Not. There is no Try. (Private)
After opening the door for her lady and bestowing a gentle kiss upon her cheek, Rachyl climbed behind the wheel of her shiny new Mazda CX7. She was still unused to driving her own car - her own car! - but was gradually getting used to the idea. Once in a while a rush of "ACK! I'm driving!" would panic her and she'd freeze - usually in the mall garage - but less often now than when she'd first gotten into the swing of actually driving.
She turned out of the theatre parking lot and steered towards White Ash Lane. "I think I'm getting the hang of this. Thank you for her, Meegan, she's lovely."
Meegan
17 years ago
Rachyl
17 years ago
The sudden encompassing of Meegan's arms around her brought Rachyl's heart to a standstill. While they embraced daily, one might even estimate hourly, it had been some time since one of her chest-scrunching hugs had evoked such a reaction. "Since we decided to have babies," Rachyl realized, and wondered what...
Then Meegan veritably poured herself out, both verbally and with a tongue-scorching, furnace-blowing kiss. Tears sprang to her eyes when she saw Meegan's own bubbling up "If you we had sticks to change it then changed..." She let out a frustrated raspberry and focused before trying again. "If we had sticks then we wouldn't be trying to get pregnant now, would we?" Trying her best to give a smile to the taller woman, she cleared her throat and swallowed some more tears. Her mouth was going to get her in trouble... She tugged Meegan's hands, intertwined with her own and pressed another soft kiss to her lover's lips. "You're right, they can't tell us who we are, or what we mean to each other. All they can tell us is if we are... or if we aren't."
Rachyl let herself be led back to the counter. She held onto Meegan's hands as she stared at the three tapered sticks, and, leaning over the side of the counter tugged off a few sheets of toilet paper, handed some to Meegan, and kept some for herself. Dabbing her eyes, she focused again on the little results windows.
Pink line.
Blue line.
Plus sign.
Rachyl blinked and dropped her handful of tissue. Her voice started out low and rose to an almost-screech as she began, "They can just tell us that we're going to HAVE A BABY!"
Then Meegan veritably poured herself out, both verbally and with a tongue-scorching, furnace-blowing kiss. Tears sprang to her eyes when she saw Meegan's own bubbling up "If you we had sticks to change it then changed..." She let out a frustrated raspberry and focused before trying again. "If we had sticks then we wouldn't be trying to get pregnant now, would we?" Trying her best to give a smile to the taller woman, she cleared her throat and swallowed some more tears. Her mouth was going to get her in trouble... She tugged Meegan's hands, intertwined with her own and pressed another soft kiss to her lover's lips. "You're right, they can't tell us who we are, or what we mean to each other. All they can tell us is if we are... or if we aren't."
Rachyl let herself be led back to the counter. She held onto Meegan's hands as she stared at the three tapered sticks, and, leaning over the side of the counter tugged off a few sheets of toilet paper, handed some to Meegan, and kept some for herself. Dabbing her eyes, she focused again on the little results windows.
Pink line.
Blue line.
Plus sign.
Rachyl blinked and dropped her handful of tissue. Her voice started out low and rose to an almost-screech as she began, "They can just tell us that we're going to HAVE A BABY!"
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan let out a squeal of delight and picking up Rachyl by the waist spun her pregnant lover around. "We're going to have a baby. Oh! Shit!" She put Rachyl down quickly and gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry. That's probably not a good idea, huh?"
Her grin widened into an ear to ear smile and she crushed rachyl's smaller frame to her own. "Oh, my God, Rachyl. I can't believe this is really really happening."
Her grin widened into an ear to ear smile and she crushed rachyl's smaller frame to her own. "Oh, my God, Rachyl. I can't believe this is really really happening."
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl giggled and squealed with Meegan, eyes wide as she was spun around. Suddenly she was put down and Meegan was apologizing. "Why not? I was having fun. I'm pregnant, not fine china."
She said it again, relishing the way it came out. "I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby. We're pregnant. I'm pregnant." She giggled again, almost hysterically, sobbing happily into Meegan's shoulder. "Thank you, Meegan, thank you."
Her eyes snapped open as a thought occured to her. She raised her head off Meegan's shoulder and raised her hands to the hem of the baby-doll style purple t-shirt her lover was wearing. Starting with playful kisses at the edge of Meegan's chin, Rachyl moved towards her ear. Flicking her tongue out to catch the earlobe, she sucked on it minutely before breathing sultrily, "What say we get rid of these, because Mommy Rachyl wants to make love to Mommy Meegan."
She said it again, relishing the way it came out. "I'm pregnant. We're going to have a baby. We're pregnant. I'm pregnant." She giggled again, almost hysterically, sobbing happily into Meegan's shoulder. "Thank you, Meegan, thank you."
Her eyes snapped open as a thought occured to her. She raised her head off Meegan's shoulder and raised her hands to the hem of the baby-doll style purple t-shirt her lover was wearing. Starting with playful kisses at the edge of Meegan's chin, Rachyl moved towards her ear. Flicking her tongue out to catch the earlobe, she sucked on it minutely before breathing sultrily, "What say we get rid of these, because Mommy Rachyl wants to make love to Mommy Meegan."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan moaned softly at Rachyl's kisses as her jubilation melted into passion. "That sounds like a great idea Mommy Rachyl."
Meegan grinned as she pulled out the decorative combs that held Rachyl's hair in a loose french twist. She ran her fingers through the thick red tresses, before putting her arms between them and pulling the purple cotton over her head.
Meegan grinned as she pulled out the decorative combs that held Rachyl's hair in a loose french twist. She ran her fingers through the thick red tresses, before putting her arms between them and pulling the purple cotton over her head.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl took the opportunity of the seperation between her lover's lips and her own to unbutton Meegan's jeans and push her against the wall. When the babydoll was thrown on the floor, she mimicked Meegan's motion of running her fingers gently through the designer's bobbing ponytails. Taking hold of them gently to steer Meegan's face beside her own, Rachyl tenderly nuzzled her cheek against her lover's. Voice low and husky, she commented, "Have I told you how difficult it's been for me to walk Dill past the new Classic Cake company, one block down, and the flower shop next to it? Jasmine and vanilla, Meegan. Talk about a Pavlovian reaction..." Snaking her tongue out, she started at the bottom of Meegan's earlobe and slid it damply around the shell of her ear.
Disengaging for a moment, placing her hands on Meegan's bare waist, she took in the sight of her lover's bra-ensconced treasures. "That bra looks rather sexy on you, but I think it needs to look sexy on the floor, because my hands want to take its place." Softly stroking her fingers around the bulge of its cups, Rachyl stood briefly on tiptoe as if she was going to kiss Meegan's lips, but as her hands slid around to the clasp on the back to unhook it, she dropped her lips to the soft spot below the designer's throat.
As she tugged the offending article of clothing away from Meegan's skin, her lips and tongue slid knowingly across her lover's chest to the apex of her cleavage.
Disengaging for a moment, placing her hands on Meegan's bare waist, she took in the sight of her lover's bra-ensconced treasures. "That bra looks rather sexy on you, but I think it needs to look sexy on the floor, because my hands want to take its place." Softly stroking her fingers around the bulge of its cups, Rachyl stood briefly on tiptoe as if she was going to kiss Meegan's lips, but as her hands slid around to the clasp on the back to unhook it, she dropped her lips to the soft spot below the designer's throat.
As she tugged the offending article of clothing away from Meegan's skin, her lips and tongue slid knowingly across her lover's chest to the apex of her cleavage.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan's breath quickened at Rachyl's words and deft fingers. As Rachyl teased her breasts, causing her nipples to grow taught, she made quick work of the buttons of Rachyl's shirt, pushing it over Rachyl's shoulders and to the floor. The sight of the sexy little cami made things low in her body tighten and flush with heat. She'd leave that little set on her lover for as long as possible this night.
She ran her fingers under the edge of the green-blue mesh, before dipping under the waist band of the tiny little garment Rachyl called shorts. She'd been careful to walk behind her lover to catch glimpses of her barely concealed ass all evening long. Rachyl had done amazing things with her body over the last year, and Meegan was all to happy to reap the benefits.
Long fingers slid the button through its hole and slid the zipper down, Meegan slid the tight denim over Rachyl's hips and let them sink to the floor. Finally Rachyl's teasing lips found her own, and she explored her lovers mouth with the lust that was growing warmer and tighter in her belly.
She ran her fingers under the edge of the green-blue mesh, before dipping under the waist band of the tiny little garment Rachyl called shorts. She'd been careful to walk behind her lover to catch glimpses of her barely concealed ass all evening long. Rachyl had done amazing things with her body over the last year, and Meegan was all to happy to reap the benefits.
Long fingers slid the button through its hole and slid the zipper down, Meegan slid the tight denim over Rachyl's hips and let them sink to the floor. Finally Rachyl's teasing lips found her own, and she explored her lovers mouth with the lust that was growing warmer and tighter in her belly.
Rachyl
17 years ago
It was not lost upon Rachyl's increasingly lust-filled awareness that Meegan did not immediately tug at the hem of her own mesh cami as she had for herself. The shorts were a welcome loss, though, and she stepped out of the nearly-miniscule pile of denim about her feet then kicked it aside.
When Meegan's tongue invaded her mouth, she treated her taller lover to her patented ("It's not but it should be!" she maintained often to Meegan) tongue-capture and sucked on the pliant, wet muscle.
Dropping the black sheer bra, Rachyl's hands paused for a moment then returned to Meegan's peaks, to catch the tiny silver hoops dangling there. Then, spreading her fingers, she rasped her thumbs once against the turgid nipples and feathered her touches down the bare abdomen to the waistband of Meegan's black jeans. She did so wish Meegan would wear shorts more often, or even a nice short skirt... But she never could get a good reason why her lover didn't. She had such wonderful, toned legs! With a deft twist of her left hand, the button was unhooked and the zipper tugged down. Leaving the jeans riding loosely on Meegan's hips, Rachyl's right hand slid around behind the designer, pressed against the wall still, and slowly, carefully, began to walk backwards, pulling her lover with her, towards the bedroom proper.
When she felt the height of the bed brushing against her bottom, she stopped, and turned Meegan towards the towering mattress and gave her a gentle push to sit just barely on the edge. Disengaging the searing kiss they'd held throughout the whole move to the bed, Rachyl paused a moment to breathe and focus on Meegan's face. Her eyes were dark, their usual emerald green taken over by the familiar deep jade green they became when her lover was aroused. "My turn," she claimed, standing suddenly straight, her hands on her hips flirting with the edge of her mesh panties, breasts pushed out proudly, heaving, "to be pushy."
When Meegan's tongue invaded her mouth, she treated her taller lover to her patented ("It's not but it should be!" she maintained often to Meegan) tongue-capture and sucked on the pliant, wet muscle.
Dropping the black sheer bra, Rachyl's hands paused for a moment then returned to Meegan's peaks, to catch the tiny silver hoops dangling there. Then, spreading her fingers, she rasped her thumbs once against the turgid nipples and feathered her touches down the bare abdomen to the waistband of Meegan's black jeans. She did so wish Meegan would wear shorts more often, or even a nice short skirt... But she never could get a good reason why her lover didn't. She had such wonderful, toned legs! With a deft twist of her left hand, the button was unhooked and the zipper tugged down. Leaving the jeans riding loosely on Meegan's hips, Rachyl's right hand slid around behind the designer, pressed against the wall still, and slowly, carefully, began to walk backwards, pulling her lover with her, towards the bedroom proper.
When she felt the height of the bed brushing against her bottom, she stopped, and turned Meegan towards the towering mattress and gave her a gentle push to sit just barely on the edge. Disengaging the searing kiss they'd held throughout the whole move to the bed, Rachyl paused a moment to breathe and focus on Meegan's face. Her eyes were dark, their usual emerald green taken over by the familiar deep jade green they became when her lover was aroused. "My turn," she claimed, standing suddenly straight, her hands on her hips flirting with the edge of her mesh panties, breasts pushed out proudly, heaving, "to be pushy."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan sat panting, her lungs unable to pull in enough air to satisfy her. "My turn to be pushy."
Lust hot and thick hit Meegan low in her gut. She gave a small smile and lifted one sculpted eyebrow, as her bare toes loved up and down Rachyl's calf.
"Really? Well then, I am all yours, love."
Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest, and her brain was unable to focus on anything but the anticipation of Rachyl's pleasure.
Lust hot and thick hit Meegan low in her gut. She gave a small smile and lifted one sculpted eyebrow, as her bare toes loved up and down Rachyl's calf.
"Really? Well then, I am all yours, love."
Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest, and her brain was unable to focus on anything but the anticipation of Rachyl's pleasure.
Rachyl
17 years ago
When Rachyl realized where she'd sat Meegan on the bed, a smile pulled at her lips and slightly bared her teeth. It was feral. It was lusty. It was mischievous. Licking her lips, her eyes holding Meegan's gaze as she dragged the point of her first finger from Meegan's forehead down, feather-light over her nose, to be kissed briefly at her lover's lips, down, down to dance at the juncture of those still-worn jeans... She brought her hand back up to show it to Meegan, the brought it to her lips and kissed it, and pressed it to Meegan's lips. "Sit on your hands."
She waited for Meegan to comply; the look of curious confusion on her lover's face was almost unbearable, and the mischief threatened to bubble up in laughter. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Meegan's again. "Please. And no talking."
Meegan complied, curiousity sparkling in her eyes even as a measure of confusion dotted her brow. Rachyl gave her another soft kiss, darting her head away as her lover's tongue danced out to meet her own playful thrust. Stepping back a full step, Rachyl turned slowly once, a full rotation before stopping when she faced away from Meegan. She saw herself in the mirror before her, the full-length mirror they'd installed to assist with dressing and doing hair. And moments just such as this. Her lips were plump, that she could see, and she could feel the blood rushing in them, as she could the rest of her body. Her pulse banging in her ears as she contemplated what she was planning on doing, she winked at Meegan in the mirror, over her shoulder.
Feet slowly spread apart, stopping at shoulder-width. Her hands came up to her hair, and she bent forward, shaking it out, then swung her head back. Shaking her hands gently, she let her arms fall at her sides. Her hip twitched. No... it didn't twitch... it swayed almost imperceptibly. Her hands rose to her hips as she moved her hips slowly in a rolling circle. Rising to the balls of her feet, Rachyl's hips swung round and round, not deviating much from their position over her feet, as her hands rose, fingertips trailing along her sides. Moving inwards, she turned her hands upward, fanning her fingers out as she cupped her own breasts briefly, then continued higher. Flirting with the strap of her camisole on each side, Rachyl's fingers moved into her hair again and fluffed it out at Meegan. Hips continuing to move, feet still resting on the balls, she slowly rotated halfway around to Meegan again. Teasing her own waist with her fingertips, then back up her abdomen, she leaned forward to give her lover a double-palmful view of her cleavage. When she straightened, hips still turning in their slow rhythm, her face partially covered by her hair, she winked again with her visible eye.
She waited for Meegan to comply; the look of curious confusion on her lover's face was almost unbearable, and the mischief threatened to bubble up in laughter. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Meegan's again. "Please. And no talking."
Meegan complied, curiousity sparkling in her eyes even as a measure of confusion dotted her brow. Rachyl gave her another soft kiss, darting her head away as her lover's tongue danced out to meet her own playful thrust. Stepping back a full step, Rachyl turned slowly once, a full rotation before stopping when she faced away from Meegan. She saw herself in the mirror before her, the full-length mirror they'd installed to assist with dressing and doing hair. And moments just such as this. Her lips were plump, that she could see, and she could feel the blood rushing in them, as she could the rest of her body. Her pulse banging in her ears as she contemplated what she was planning on doing, she winked at Meegan in the mirror, over her shoulder.
Feet slowly spread apart, stopping at shoulder-width. Her hands came up to her hair, and she bent forward, shaking it out, then swung her head back. Shaking her hands gently, she let her arms fall at her sides. Her hip twitched. No... it didn't twitch... it swayed almost imperceptibly. Her hands rose to her hips as she moved her hips slowly in a rolling circle. Rising to the balls of her feet, Rachyl's hips swung round and round, not deviating much from their position over her feet, as her hands rose, fingertips trailing along her sides. Moving inwards, she turned her hands upward, fanning her fingers out as she cupped her own breasts briefly, then continued higher. Flirting with the strap of her camisole on each side, Rachyl's fingers moved into her hair again and fluffed it out at Meegan. Hips continuing to move, feet still resting on the balls, she slowly rotated halfway around to Meegan again. Teasing her own waist with her fingertips, then back up her abdomen, she leaned forward to give her lover a double-palmful view of her cleavage. When she straightened, hips still turning in their slow rhythm, her face partially covered by her hair, she winked again with her visible eye.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan's breath caught as she watched the incredibly erotic gyrations of her lover. She felt silly sitting on her own hands, but she'd requested odd things of her lover from time to time, and it was in interesting changed to not be the dominate partner in this sex game.
Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs as Rachyl bent backwards and she was given a glimpse of Rachyl's perfect cleavage. Fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch and play, but she remained as Rachyl had asked her, doing her best not to whimper.
Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs as Rachyl bent backwards and she was given a glimpse of Rachyl's perfect cleavage. Fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch and play, but she remained as Rachyl had asked her, doing her best not to whimper.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl couldn't remember the last time she'd seen her lover's eyes so wide; that thought was stored, though, as she moved closer to the blonde beauty before her. She continued moving her hips as she stopped a hand's breadth from Meegan's slightly-parted legs. She thought she could see her lover's thighs quivering; whether it was from the strain of holding herself on the bed's edge as she was, or something more primal, she couldn't tell.
Her hands rose together, cupping her breasts again as she gyrated sensually. She dipped at the knees and came back up, her hands barely touching the jeans covering Meegan's legs, her haphazardly fallen hair trailing just behind. She kept her own eyes on Meegans as she leaned forward, her cheeks almost in contact with the jeans hiding those wonderfully toned thighs. A hint of Meegan's arousal tickled at her nose as she stood further, her pursed lips a hair's width away from her lover's denim-covered center. Gently blowing breath against her lover, feeling a thrill of achievement when she saw the tiny goosebumps appear, she halted when her nose was between Meegan's dangling, heaving breasts. Biting down gently on the front of her lips, she blew air out the sides of her mouth, hopefully catching those hoop-festooned nipples with her teasing breath. Rewarded with a gasp after a slight shift in the angle of her head, she continued her rise along Meegan's body. Tilting her head to one side as she reached her lover's chin, she continued the soft breathing against Meegan's flushed neck, then moved back to her ear. Whispering breathily, "I love you, Meegan Masters," she backed along her chin, to the other ear, and whispered, "very much."
Bringing her face back in front of Meegan's, she paused her other movements but her hips, then moved her hands. Up from the edge of the bed they rose, feathering along the taut muscles of her martial artist lifepartner. When they would have touched Meegan's breasts, she curved them outwards as if she was going to palm them, but instead gently nudged the hoops from their downward-hanging position to an upward one. Dancing lightly across Meegan's upper arms, along her neck, and gently framing her lover's face, skin barely touching skin, Rachyl had to stop herself from pulling her face closer for a kiss. Her breath was fast and shallow as she said, "You can move your hands enough to bring yourself back onto the bed, all the way into the middle. Do you want your jeans off?"
Her hands rose together, cupping her breasts again as she gyrated sensually. She dipped at the knees and came back up, her hands barely touching the jeans covering Meegan's legs, her haphazardly fallen hair trailing just behind. She kept her own eyes on Meegans as she leaned forward, her cheeks almost in contact with the jeans hiding those wonderfully toned thighs. A hint of Meegan's arousal tickled at her nose as she stood further, her pursed lips a hair's width away from her lover's denim-covered center. Gently blowing breath against her lover, feeling a thrill of achievement when she saw the tiny goosebumps appear, she halted when her nose was between Meegan's dangling, heaving breasts. Biting down gently on the front of her lips, she blew air out the sides of her mouth, hopefully catching those hoop-festooned nipples with her teasing breath. Rewarded with a gasp after a slight shift in the angle of her head, she continued her rise along Meegan's body. Tilting her head to one side as she reached her lover's chin, she continued the soft breathing against Meegan's flushed neck, then moved back to her ear. Whispering breathily, "I love you, Meegan Masters," she backed along her chin, to the other ear, and whispered, "very much."
Bringing her face back in front of Meegan's, she paused her other movements but her hips, then moved her hands. Up from the edge of the bed they rose, feathering along the taut muscles of her martial artist lifepartner. When they would have touched Meegan's breasts, she curved them outwards as if she was going to palm them, but instead gently nudged the hoops from their downward-hanging position to an upward one. Dancing lightly across Meegan's upper arms, along her neck, and gently framing her lover's face, skin barely touching skin, Rachyl had to stop herself from pulling her face closer for a kiss. Her breath was fast and shallow as she said, "You can move your hands enough to bring yourself back onto the bed, all the way into the middle. Do you want your jeans off?"
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan's ability to speak had been stolen from her, as she quickly complied with Rachyl's directions. When asked about her jeans, she could only nod and whisper. "Yes, please."
It felt like every inch of her skin was alive with fire and Rachyl hadn't even really touched her yet. Her breasts ached to be touched, and she was beyond glad she'd put the hoops in her nipples that morning. She lay very carefully in the middle of the bed, as Rachyl removed her jeans, waiting for the next direction her lover would giver her.
It felt like every inch of her skin was alive with fire and Rachyl hadn't even really touched her yet. Her breasts ached to be touched, and she was beyond glad she'd put the hoops in her nipples that morning. She lay very carefully in the middle of the bed, as Rachyl removed her jeans, waiting for the next direction her lover would giver her.
Rachyl
17 years ago
She continued to move, standing there in front of the mirror, as Meegan slid back onto the bed. Seeing her lover's eyes flit between the mirror behind her and looking directly at her made her breath jump.
Climbing onto the bed, Rachyl helped Meegan divest herself of that entrapping denim garment and gasped at the black string bikini she saw hugging her lover's hips and what little bit of her tight bottom she could see. The mischievous little voice in her head tried to say "stop and go do something else" but Rachyl knew Meegan's fire would be almost instantly extinguished if that were to happen.
And she definately did -not- want that to occur.
She stood on the bed at Meegan's feet and saw her lover wasn't quite exactly positioned where she wanted her. "Move back a bit, prop yourself up on a couple pillows," she commanded gently. "Just enough so you can see me without hurting yourself. And you can put your hands behind your head or you need to sit on them again."
Smiling tenderly as Meegan complied - where -had- she gotten this almost dominant streak? - she realized she hadn't stopped her own body's motions and was wiggling the bed a little bit oddly. She truly wished she'd planned this almost-lap-dance out, and gotten a chair Meegan could have sat in... Maybe the dining room... Closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them, Rachyl slowly dropped to her knees right at the end of Meegan's feet. She noticed her gyrations were causing the bed to wiggle still, almost giggling at the motions it was giving Meegan's head and neck, but she quickly turned around before she could burst. Pressing her feet against Meegan's, she turned her head and winked at her lover again. Transitioning her gyrations to a slow wavy thrusting motion, Rachyl leaned backwards over her lover's feet, throwing her lengthy curls over those smooth limbs. Cupping her breasts again, she experienced momentary vertigo as she looked up the nearly nude body of her lover, upside-down in her point of view. Blowing her a kiss, she closed her eyes then leaned back up, dragging her hair along Meegan's shins and feet. Once straightened, she lifted her bottom and spread her legs a bit and slowly kneewalked backwards along seventy combined inches of toned, tanned, silky sensuality. Stopping just above Meegan's upper thighs and groin, she leaned back just a little, using her hands for support, continued her thrusting-bellydance motion above her lover's heat.
Climbing onto the bed, Rachyl helped Meegan divest herself of that entrapping denim garment and gasped at the black string bikini she saw hugging her lover's hips and what little bit of her tight bottom she could see. The mischievous little voice in her head tried to say "stop and go do something else" but Rachyl knew Meegan's fire would be almost instantly extinguished if that were to happen.
And she definately did -not- want that to occur.
She stood on the bed at Meegan's feet and saw her lover wasn't quite exactly positioned where she wanted her. "Move back a bit, prop yourself up on a couple pillows," she commanded gently. "Just enough so you can see me without hurting yourself. And you can put your hands behind your head or you need to sit on them again."
Smiling tenderly as Meegan complied - where -had- she gotten this almost dominant streak? - she realized she hadn't stopped her own body's motions and was wiggling the bed a little bit oddly. She truly wished she'd planned this almost-lap-dance out, and gotten a chair Meegan could have sat in... Maybe the dining room... Closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them, Rachyl slowly dropped to her knees right at the end of Meegan's feet. She noticed her gyrations were causing the bed to wiggle still, almost giggling at the motions it was giving Meegan's head and neck, but she quickly turned around before she could burst. Pressing her feet against Meegan's, she turned her head and winked at her lover again. Transitioning her gyrations to a slow wavy thrusting motion, Rachyl leaned backwards over her lover's feet, throwing her lengthy curls over those smooth limbs. Cupping her breasts again, she experienced momentary vertigo as she looked up the nearly nude body of her lover, upside-down in her point of view. Blowing her a kiss, she closed her eyes then leaned back up, dragging her hair along Meegan's shins and feet. Once straightened, she lifted her bottom and spread her legs a bit and slowly kneewalked backwards along seventy combined inches of toned, tanned, silky sensuality. Stopping just above Meegan's upper thighs and groin, she leaned back just a little, using her hands for support, continued her thrusting-bellydance motion above her lover's heat.
Rachyl
17 years ago
She felt movement below her as she ground the air above her lover's center and looked down to see Meegan's hands disappear from beneath her thighs. The corner of her eye caught an elbow folding.
Blood continued to rush in her ears as she leaned forward, down along Meegan's legs, hips still moving forward, backwards, forward, her own thighs barely touching Meegan's. Leaning on her elbows, Rachyl breathed hotly on her lover's toes and stretched her neck and took one of those purple-sparkly painted with little pink hearts big toes in her mouth and sucked gently. Meegan's feet had been out of her flipflops for long enough they didn't stink or taste, well, dirty, and she'd mentioned she might like such a treat... A gasp was heard from behind her and she felt twitches below her, saw the other unattended foot wiggle as she let go of the toe with a pop. Placing a couple kisses on the top of her foot, Rachyl bridged over to the other and kissed her way up to the other big toe. Her tongue snaked out and moved around that digit, between it and its sister, before guiding her lips onto it. It was a different taste, different than Meegan's slickness, her fingers, her nipples, but it was still totally, uniquely Meegan. Another gasp, another wiggle behind her. Rachyl vaguely wished she could see her in the mirror, imagining her lover's hands stretching out to touch her but remembering the gentle commands, and returning to quiesence.
Rising back up slowly, dragging her hair again along Meegan's legs for as long as she could, Rachyl reached behind her and held her hands out as if she was going to hold something. "Give me your hands," she commanded, and smiled invisibly when she heard Meegan sigh. Hands were placed in her own, and she walked her fingers and thumb along the edges of those talented appendages. "Flatten your hands, not stiffly, just most of the way." She felt Meegan's hands conform to her command, and the next idea that had percolated took shape.
Or rather, Meegan's hands took in Rachyl's shape.
Bringing Meegan's hands to her hips as she continued to move, Rachyl brought them forward gently, allowing her lover's fingertips to trace the visible line of her skin between her cami and panties. She heard Meegan's breath quicken as she continued to move those wonderful hands up along her abdomen - short as it was - and back down. A sudden exhalation of breath was heard and she smirked as she trailed Meegan's fingers along the outside of her thighs, then the tops, then the insides. Her own breathing shallower now, she felt a flush of heat in her face as Meegan's hands were brought to rest in the crevice between her thighs and her pubis. Carefully Rachyl folded Meegan's three of fingers on her right hand, and dragged the pad of her pointer across the dampness evident now outside her searing heat. Gasping, she felt Meegan's finger stretch and try to curl but she squeezed her other fingers gently in her hand. "No." The curling stopped and she heard a muted whimper. Flattening the hand back out again, she elevated them back along her abdomen. Starting at the bottom of her breasts, she drew Meegan's fingertips along the underside of her bra, around the outside of her breasts, then out to the center of her globes. Forcing herself to keep her eyes on what she was doing, instead of giving into the temptation of letting her lover ravish her where she was, she slowly molded Meegan's hands into a cup shape, and allowed her to hold her breasts for a scant moment.
Another whimper sounded as Rachyl took Meegan's hands away. "Sit up for a moment," she commanded, as she tugged on Meegan's hands to garner a bit more playing room. She felt the barest brush of her lover's breasts against her back, her breath against her neck even through her hair, as she moved Meegan's hands up and over her heaving chest to her bra straps. Sliding the fingertips underneath, she slowly worked first one, then the other, down off her shoulders to dangle loosely about her upper arms.
Blood continued to rush in her ears as she leaned forward, down along Meegan's legs, hips still moving forward, backwards, forward, her own thighs barely touching Meegan's. Leaning on her elbows, Rachyl breathed hotly on her lover's toes and stretched her neck and took one of those purple-sparkly painted with little pink hearts big toes in her mouth and sucked gently. Meegan's feet had been out of her flipflops for long enough they didn't stink or taste, well, dirty, and she'd mentioned she might like such a treat... A gasp was heard from behind her and she felt twitches below her, saw the other unattended foot wiggle as she let go of the toe with a pop. Placing a couple kisses on the top of her foot, Rachyl bridged over to the other and kissed her way up to the other big toe. Her tongue snaked out and moved around that digit, between it and its sister, before guiding her lips onto it. It was a different taste, different than Meegan's slickness, her fingers, her nipples, but it was still totally, uniquely Meegan. Another gasp, another wiggle behind her. Rachyl vaguely wished she could see her in the mirror, imagining her lover's hands stretching out to touch her but remembering the gentle commands, and returning to quiesence.
Rising back up slowly, dragging her hair again along Meegan's legs for as long as she could, Rachyl reached behind her and held her hands out as if she was going to hold something. "Give me your hands," she commanded, and smiled invisibly when she heard Meegan sigh. Hands were placed in her own, and she walked her fingers and thumb along the edges of those talented appendages. "Flatten your hands, not stiffly, just most of the way." She felt Meegan's hands conform to her command, and the next idea that had percolated took shape.
Or rather, Meegan's hands took in Rachyl's shape.
Bringing Meegan's hands to her hips as she continued to move, Rachyl brought them forward gently, allowing her lover's fingertips to trace the visible line of her skin between her cami and panties. She heard Meegan's breath quicken as she continued to move those wonderful hands up along her abdomen - short as it was - and back down. A sudden exhalation of breath was heard and she smirked as she trailed Meegan's fingers along the outside of her thighs, then the tops, then the insides. Her own breathing shallower now, she felt a flush of heat in her face as Meegan's hands were brought to rest in the crevice between her thighs and her pubis. Carefully Rachyl folded Meegan's three of fingers on her right hand, and dragged the pad of her pointer across the dampness evident now outside her searing heat. Gasping, she felt Meegan's finger stretch and try to curl but she squeezed her other fingers gently in her hand. "No." The curling stopped and she heard a muted whimper. Flattening the hand back out again, she elevated them back along her abdomen. Starting at the bottom of her breasts, she drew Meegan's fingertips along the underside of her bra, around the outside of her breasts, then out to the center of her globes. Forcing herself to keep her eyes on what she was doing, instead of giving into the temptation of letting her lover ravish her where she was, she slowly molded Meegan's hands into a cup shape, and allowed her to hold her breasts for a scant moment.
Another whimper sounded as Rachyl took Meegan's hands away. "Sit up for a moment," she commanded, as she tugged on Meegan's hands to garner a bit more playing room. She felt the barest brush of her lover's breasts against her back, her breath against her neck even through her hair, as she moved Meegan's hands up and over her heaving chest to her bra straps. Sliding the fingertips underneath, she slowly worked first one, then the other, down off her shoulders to dangle loosely about her upper arms.
Meegan
17 years ago
She gasped and panted for breath as Rachyl moved her hands over her own body. It was incredible erotic and Meegan felt ready to explode, and she'd not yet even been touched.
Relief swelled through her, when Rachyl commanded her to sit up. She placed soft kisses along the now bare shoulder of her lover as Rachyl lead her hands in disrobing her smaller body.
Relief swelled through her, when Rachyl commanded her to sit up. She placed soft kisses along the now bare shoulder of her lover as Rachyl lead her hands in disrobing her smaller body.
Rachyl
17 years ago
The kisses weren't unexpected, but they weren't asked for.
But they felt so, so good Rachyl didn't complain. She moaned nearly breathlessly. Curling her hands around Meegan's in their customary squeeze, she hugged her lover's arms to her side as she lolled her head forward, giving her a bit better access to her neck. Shivering from her toes to her spine to her head as heated lips were felt on her skin, she continued the soft swaying of her hips. Kissing Meegan's fingertips one by one as she brought each hand to her lips, she commanded, "Sit back again please."
Meegan's soft moan of disappointment unmistakable, Rachyl gave her control of her hands back. "Back behind your head, please."
She ignored the spiteful partial disobedience as Meegan stroked her skin as her hands retreated, but she was almost tiring of the dominant game. She felt ready to explode, and from the noises and breathy gasps Meegan was making, Rachyl estimated her lover likely was, also.
Rachyl rose up on her feet and carefully rotated, crouched just above the bed, above her lover. Spreading her legs again as she straddled Meegan's, she felt finally a little bit of moisture against herself, likely leaking out just enough to dampen her meshy panties. She settled forward, the apex of her furnace so tantalizingly close to Meegan's, each covered still with mesh or supremely scant panties. Wondering if Meegan could see the protruberances of her nipples, hard against the inside of her cami's bra, she stayed motionless for almost a half a minute, just gazing into Meegan's so dark jade eyes.
She leaned forward, barely brushing her breasts against Meegan's as her seeking lips gently contacted her lover's. When Meegan reacted and tried to deepen the kiss, she started back again, brow arched. "Would you like a kiss, Meegan?" she asked imperiously. "You can have a kiss, but first, I need your hands again. You may use them for just a minute to caress or tease me, but no touching what's beneath our panties."
But they felt so, so good Rachyl didn't complain. She moaned nearly breathlessly. Curling her hands around Meegan's in their customary squeeze, she hugged her lover's arms to her side as she lolled her head forward, giving her a bit better access to her neck. Shivering from her toes to her spine to her head as heated lips were felt on her skin, she continued the soft swaying of her hips. Kissing Meegan's fingertips one by one as she brought each hand to her lips, she commanded, "Sit back again please."
Meegan's soft moan of disappointment unmistakable, Rachyl gave her control of her hands back. "Back behind your head, please."
She ignored the spiteful partial disobedience as Meegan stroked her skin as her hands retreated, but she was almost tiring of the dominant game. She felt ready to explode, and from the noises and breathy gasps Meegan was making, Rachyl estimated her lover likely was, also.
Rachyl rose up on her feet and carefully rotated, crouched just above the bed, above her lover. Spreading her legs again as she straddled Meegan's, she felt finally a little bit of moisture against herself, likely leaking out just enough to dampen her meshy panties. She settled forward, the apex of her furnace so tantalizingly close to Meegan's, each covered still with mesh or supremely scant panties. Wondering if Meegan could see the protruberances of her nipples, hard against the inside of her cami's bra, she stayed motionless for almost a half a minute, just gazing into Meegan's so dark jade eyes.
She leaned forward, barely brushing her breasts against Meegan's as her seeking lips gently contacted her lover's. When Meegan reacted and tried to deepen the kiss, she started back again, brow arched. "Would you like a kiss, Meegan?" she asked imperiously. "You can have a kiss, but first, I need your hands again. You may use them for just a minute to caress or tease me, but no touching what's beneath our panties."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan moaned softly as she put her hands on Rachyl's heated skin. "Yes, Rachyl, I would like a kiss."
She's asked the same questions of Rachyl before and it felt strange having words she's always heard come out of her mouth. Exciting and strange.
Her fingers moved up over the textured pattern of Rachyl's camisole. She played softly with the beads at the apex of the design, before moving up to trail fingers gently along the creamy flesh peaking out about the contrasting black.
Her hips pushed slightly up against Rachyl, closing that small gap briefly, before a stern look sent her hips back to the bed. Slowly, ever so slowly, Rachyl lowered her face to Meegan's and their lips touched.
Rachyl's tongue slid between her swollen lips and brushed gently against Meegan's, teasing them open, before sliping into her heated mouth. Their tongues explored each other, as Rachyl's breasts brushed whisper soft against her own. A small cry sounded in the back of her throat at everything below her belly button tightened and threatened to climax. It would be the first orgasm she's ever had with out being touch once. It would be mind blowing, to say the least, and Meegan hoped Rachyl kept up the game play, if only so that she could experience the touchless orgasm.
As their kiss deepened, her deft fingers slid under the hem of the camisole and she placed her hands flat on Rachyl's sides before moving up and slowly back down.
She's asked the same questions of Rachyl before and it felt strange having words she's always heard come out of her mouth. Exciting and strange.
Her fingers moved up over the textured pattern of Rachyl's camisole. She played softly with the beads at the apex of the design, before moving up to trail fingers gently along the creamy flesh peaking out about the contrasting black.
Her hips pushed slightly up against Rachyl, closing that small gap briefly, before a stern look sent her hips back to the bed. Slowly, ever so slowly, Rachyl lowered her face to Meegan's and their lips touched.
Rachyl's tongue slid between her swollen lips and brushed gently against Meegan's, teasing them open, before sliping into her heated mouth. Their tongues explored each other, as Rachyl's breasts brushed whisper soft against her own. A small cry sounded in the back of her throat at everything below her belly button tightened and threatened to climax. It would be the first orgasm she's ever had with out being touch once. It would be mind blowing, to say the least, and Meegan hoped Rachyl kept up the game play, if only so that she could experience the touchless orgasm.
As their kiss deepened, her deft fingers slid under the hem of the camisole and she placed her hands flat on Rachyl's sides before moving up and slowly back down.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl's head rolled on her neck as Meegan's fingers played at her cami's beads, and shivered minutely as her lover's fingertips teased her breasts. When she felt Meegan's hips move and their centers almost meet, her head snapped forward, and she almost glared at Meegan sternly. Simultaneously defiant and repentant fires burned in the designer's eyes, even though she glanced down deferentially and lowered her hips to the bed.
Rachyl leaned forward slowly and touched her lips to Meegan.
Their kiss took her breath away. Rachyl couldn't remember a time she'd been so turned on, so close to orgasm without actually being touched... And it kindled her fires hotter. As her tongue danced against Meegan's, revelling in her lover's taste, she felt and heard a sound from the other woman's throat, a soft squeak, a high-pitched moan. She knew, experience and the feel of her lover's body next to her own, told her that Meegan Masters was close, so very close to the precipice of orgasm.
She felt fingers sliding under her cami, felt Meegan's hands holding her, still moving minutely above her lover's groin, still not touching her more than a little bit. Disengaging their kiss, Rachyl leaned down, breathing only through her nose in quick, shallow bursts as her face travelled slowly down Meegan's neck and upper chest. When her lips reached Meegan's left nipple, she pursed her lips and blew softly, hotly, across the turgid peak.
Rachyl leaned forward slowly and touched her lips to Meegan.
Their kiss took her breath away. Rachyl couldn't remember a time she'd been so turned on, so close to orgasm without actually being touched... And it kindled her fires hotter. As her tongue danced against Meegan's, revelling in her lover's taste, she felt and heard a sound from the other woman's throat, a soft squeak, a high-pitched moan. She knew, experience and the feel of her lover's body next to her own, told her that Meegan Masters was close, so very close to the precipice of orgasm.
She felt fingers sliding under her cami, felt Meegan's hands holding her, still moving minutely above her lover's groin, still not touching her more than a little bit. Disengaging their kiss, Rachyl leaned down, breathing only through her nose in quick, shallow bursts as her face travelled slowly down Meegan's neck and upper chest. When her lips reached Meegan's left nipple, she pursed her lips and blew softly, hotly, across the turgid peak.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan's back arched, and a moan started low in her throat as that soft breath on her nipple, pushed her firmly over the edge. Her hips followed the motion of her back and the source of her heat and lust met Rachyl's sending her deeper into orgasmic spiral. She'd never felt anything like it in her life and her mind reveled in the pleasure her body was twisting through.
Finally, she came slowly back to herself, and her hips sank to the bed and her eyes slowly opened as her lungs struggled for breath and her heart raced for its life. Jade orbs met amber-emerald, and Meegan swallowed, trying to find words for what Rachyl had just done to her.
Finally, she came slowly back to herself, and her hips sank to the bed and her eyes slowly opened as her lungs struggled for breath and her heart raced for its life. Jade orbs met amber-emerald, and Meegan swallowed, trying to find words for what Rachyl had just done to her.