Many thanks to Literotica author 'englander1961' for her help, editorial services, encouragement and a title much better than my original, which has elevated her to the status of House Goddess of Sexy Story Titles. Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Thanks to Literotica author 'KY ridgerunner' for the stories that planted the idea in my head months ago. A belated and much overdue thanks to John Hasty for his peerless editing. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes.
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As Kelly lay on the bed recovering from her tickling and the delightful torture-by-orgasm that had followed it, Jessica snuggled up next to her.
"Kelly, would you prefer I let you rest without teasing you or may I play with you a bit?"
"Angel, I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but let me rest a bit. Y'all are some vicious bitches and it's going to take me awhile to get my head and body back together."
"Alright, I'm fine with just cuddling up close to you for awhile."
Kelly felt something nagging at the back of her mind, the kind of 'something' she always associated with unnoticed occurrences of import, something she had missed that she really shouldn't.
As always, for her, the best way to sort such a thing out was to free her mind of thoughts and plans and worries and just be, doing whatever her situation called for but not thinking about it, just 'being'.
She closed her eyes as her mother had taught her. She laid there and felt the warmth of Jessica next to her, felt her breath upon her skin. It was calming and soothing and soon she was somewhat rejuvenated and refreshed.
Keeping her eyes closed she slid down in the bed and wrapped her arms around her beautiful young Angel. Her soft round curves felt heavenly indeed and Kelly lost herself in them, using her whole body to caress Jessica, soaking in the feel of her. She listened to the faint rasp of their skins sliding across each other and let her nose guide her to each and every source of scent on the girl.
"Kelly, that's my armpit, don't..."
"Shhhh."
Her nose fed her the scents of sweat, desire and a riot of pheromones... she pressed her ear against Jessica's chest and heard the thump of her heart. Then to the sweat under her tits, down her belly to her crotch and the wealth of odors there... she rolled her over, smelled the backs of her knees, up to her ass. She sniffed up the girl's back to her neck and nuzzled her, buried her face in Jessica's hair.
She rolled Jessica back over, opened her eyes and stared into Jessica's beautiful hazel eyes.
"Kelly, what were you doing?"
"I was thinking without thinking. Angel, tell me true, how do you feel?"
"Ummm, Kelly, I feel... sexier than I've ever felt in my life. I mean, it's like Jim, my boyfriend; all he wants to do is fuck me and hear about what I've seen, he doesn't really want to spend too much time with me other than that. To tell you the truth, I'm getting real tired of him. It's like you want to consume me, all of me... I know it's silly to say this about someone I just met, but I feel loved, I feel accepted, I feel wanted and desired. You've taken every kinky, weird thing I've ever dreamt of and given it to me and been okay with all of it. You've fucked me, sucked me, done everything to me but stick the kitchen sink up my butt and you haven't said it was time for me to leave yet."
"That's good, precious, I want you to hold on to those feelings, I have something I want to ask you and I think you'll need them... or maybe I'll need you to remember them.
"Jessica, I'd like to see you again."
"For more of this? In a heartbeat!"
"No, Angel, I'd like to see you, like, date you."
"You want to date me?"
"Yes. I've been feeling I'd missed something important and now I know what it was. Somewhere in all of this, I've sort of fallen for you and I'd like the chance to get to know you better and see if it leads anywhere."
"You mean, like us as a couple."
"Exactly, us as a couple... now, what the rules for our 'coupling' might be are open to discussion, but I like you, a lot, and if I liked a guy this much, I'd be wanting to pursue it and see where it went. Why should it be any different with you?"
"But what about my boyfriend, Jim?"
"Angel, I think it's my intention to steal you away from him, it's my intention to make you mine, in that whole relationship sense of the word."
"You sound scared, Kelly."
"I am... I get scared when I feel like this about anybody and I've never felt this way about a woman before and that's just making it a little scarier. I mean, with Carol we shot right past this point and on into something else entirely. Plus, really, to be more honest than I'm comfortable being, I'm real scared you're going to say no, and I'm not going to see you again after tonight."
Jessica took Kelly's face in her hands. "I don't think you have a reason to be scared." She smiled and then kissed her tenderly. "You can see me anytime you want." She hugged Kelly tightly. "I'd love to be your girlfriend," she whispered in Kelly's ear.
Kelly kissed her tenderly.
"Kelly, what was that 'thinking without thinking' thing? Why'd you close your eyes and go all primal?"
"It's something my mother taught me. She's blind, has been since she was in an accident when she was twenty-three. She had to adjust to not having her sight and it made her realize just how visual her thinking was. She relied on her sight for most of the stimuli she consciously acknowledged about the world around her. In the months after her wreck she said she couldn't think about things anymore because such a big part of her input was gone and that it extended into her language as well. She'd run into a wall, mentally, if she tried to 'look at an issue' or 'see another viewpoint' or 'examine the evidence' because to her, those words were all linked to vision. So she started not thinking consciously, but using her other senses on something related to the situation at hand, and let her subconscious work on it. One day I got real frustrated about something at school, I can't even remember what anymore. I couldn't get it straight in my head. There was something bothering me about the situation and I couldn't put my finger on it. She taught me to 'think without thinking' and it worked. I've been doing it ever since when I know I'm missing something but I can't get a grip on it. I wish I could explain it better."
"You're very odd and that's part of what I like about you, Kelly."
WHACK!
"What the hell is that?" Jessica said.
"That would be Carol getting a spanking."
WHACK!
"She enjoys that?"
"Angel, I promise you, right now she's wet enough you could fit your head in her pussy."
WHACK!
"Have you ever been spanked, Kelly?"
