Blooming Rose Ch 04

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know I wrote "Blooming Rose" a while ago and ended it on a note that I at the time felt gave the story closure. However, some readers felt it needed a little more, and I came to agree with them. While Chapter 3 may have made it clear that Rose and June were able to resolve their issues, or at least were about to, I have to remember that at the end of the day, this was an erotic story and it needs to have an erotic end. So here's the fourth and what presume will be the

real

final chapter of the story, where we get to see Rose and June settle their rift the only way Zenrists can: through lesbian lovemaking.

"Miss Connors! Miss Connors!" Rose cried, nearly crashing into the naked woman's large and illustrious orbs as she rushed towards her.

"Yes, my little blossom?" Carol said, beaming happily and wrapping her arms around the bespectacled intern's bare body. Yes, Rose had come to the office naked, wearing a long coat only for the bus ride there. Whether she liked it or not, she was too deep in the Zenrist rabbit hole and if she wanted to avoid getting fired or arrested, she had to keep her cover story up. Though it really couldn't be called a cover story anymore. "And once again, please call me Carol. You and I have made love. We're practically married. In fact, we're officially engaged. So don't feel like you need to treat me like a stranger."

The intern blushed. "Uh, right. I'm sorry Miss--I'm sorry Carol."

"That's better," said Carol before she gave Rose a gentle peck on the lips, reddening her blush even more. "Now then, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"I...did what you asked. I called June."

"And?"

"I...we...I think we buried the hatchet."

"That's wonderful!"

"Yes," said Rose, looking away in embarrassment at the older woman's exuberance. "But..."

"So what is the problem?"

"She...she wants to come over to my place this weekend. So we can settle things person to person." Rose bit her lip as she looked back at Carol with large, pleading eyes. "What do I do, Miss--Carol? What do I do?"

The nudist raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean what do you do? Just let her in."

"But...but what if she...wants to have...what if she wants to make love to me?" stammered Rose, finally pulling away from the Zenrist and twiddling her shaking fingers together.

"Do you still have reservations about this kind of relationship?"

"I...I don't know," said Rose. "I mean, it's weird, but...I'm willing to try it with her. That's not what's bothering me. It's...Carol, what if I screw up?"

"What do you mean screw up?"

"What if I'm no good in bed for June? What if I can't...please her? What if I'm the worst girl she's ever been with? This is my one chance to make things right, and if I mess it up, then June and I will never--"

"Sweetie, sweetie," Carol said, stepping closer to Rose and pulling the younger girl's form back into her own while running a hand gently through her hair. "You won't mess it up. You

can't

mess it up. Even if you have no idea how to pleasure another woman, you can still provide her with bliss just by laying back and letting her control everything. You were a virgin when I took you, didn't know your way around a Venusian mound, and I yet found the experience quite...exhilarating!" Carol shivered all over, the memory of her and Rose's intimate union at the restaurant replaying itself through her mind. Seeing her entire naked body quiver sparked a feeling of warmth in Rose's core.

"But after yesterday," Carol continued, pulling Rose more tightly into her body, the nubs of her rock-hard nipples poking in sharp contrast against the intern's soft mammary flesh, "you ceased being an inexperienced little girl. You've since become a sexually-awakened young woman. And you're beginning your transformation into a Lover of Zenriah, the pinnacle of womanhood. I think you'll be able to show your dear Aunt June a thing or two." She pulled away from the bespectacled intern and gave her crotch a graceful and sensual caress, taking care to run her middle finger down the length of her slit. Rose felt a tingle from within her own slit as she watched the gesture, and bit her lip when a droplet of fluid started to crawl out of it, just in time for her to catch the bead of moisture shimmering from the tip of the Zenrist priestess' digit.

"But more than anything else," said Carol, taking a moment to suck her wet finger dry, "June will sense your pure-hearted intentions as you make love to her, and whatever wrongs she feels you committed against her will be forgiven. For lesbian lovemaking is a language that has no room for lies and trickery. Everything you tell her in our ancient tongue will come straight from the heart and be worded in such a way that she will not be able to refuse you. So have some faith, Rose. Because I have faith in you. And so does the Goddess."

"You think...I can really do it?" said Rose, her misty eyes staring directly into Carol's with almost childlike innocence.

Carol leaned down to kiss her young lover gently on the lips. "I know you can do it, Rose. You can do anything. But if you still feel unsure, then fear not. Because for the rest of the week, I'll be providing you with all the practice you'll need. As both an experienced lesbian lover and a priestess, I'm the best teacher in the art of Sapphica you will find in this city." Taking the intern's hand, she walked her over to a nearby chair where she sat down and splayed her legs as wide as possible. Carol's lower lips peeled apart, and Rose once again found herself treated to the wondrous view of the older woman's rippling, pink cavern, where honey-scented musk wafted without and endless pleasure awaited within. "So before the work day begins, would you mind giving your fiancé another tongue bath?"

"No, Miss Connors," Rose exhaled, grinning excitedly despite herself and getting down on her knees as she leaned forward to once again taste that beautiful flower blooming before her.

***

Carol and Rose made love many times that week, pretty much whenever they could. At morning, before work officially began. At lunch, where they spent more time eating each other than their food. In the waning minutes of the day when most everyone else in the office was clocking out. And a few times in between, when Carol would request Rose to attend to her intern duties by providing necessary relief to the eternally naked and always horny woman.

But the work week was over now, the weekend had arrived, and June's visit was all the more impending. Rose paced up and down her apartment with growing unease, still anxious about seeing her estranged aunt again. It would be the first time in months that they would see each other face to face, and not only were they going to rebuild their shattered relationship, they were going to...break the ultimate societal taboo and...and...make love to one another like they should have so long ago.

Rose glanced at her dresser. Perhaps...perhaps she should try putting something on? Maybe wearing clothes would help mentally prepare her for the meeting with her aunt? Help ground her a little, feel like a normal person? She shook her head. No, that wouldn't do at all. Like it or not, she had to embrace the Zenrist lifestyle, and that meant no clothes. Ever. Though perhaps she could try wearing her jacket; it was the only thing Rose ever bothered to put on this past week, whenever she needed to go outside where her nudity wasn't allowed.

She shook her head again. No, there was no point in wearing her coat. Rose couldn't hide behind a protective layer of clothing, not if she wanted to truly show how sorry she was to her aunt. June laid herself bare, metaphorically

and

literally, when she offered to make love to Rose; it was only fitting that Rose do the same thing for her. But that didn't make it any easier.

Donk-donk-donk!

Rose froze solid. That was June. She was

here

, right this very moment, and knocking on the door. Rose would have given her left foot just to buy herself some more time to prepare. Just five minutes, just

one

minute! But there was nothing she could do. Her time was up and she had to face her aunt once and for all. So she took a deep breath, counted to three, approached the door, exhaled, inhaled, exhaled again, and finally...swung it wide open.

The rush of air over her naked skin was nothing compared to sight of her aunt. She looked just like Rose remembered; tall, alabaster, larger than life, like the statue of a Greek goddess come to life. Her muscles were firm, her hair was dark, her face like a queen's, and her breasts...they were large, marvelous, and left a quiver with every breath she took. About the only new thing the brunette noticed about the older woman was how bare her crotch was. All her pubic hair was neatly shaved off, leaving only a silky-smooth mound and a slit that was currently widened enough to allow the inner pinkness to show through. But what hit Rose the most was June's eyes. They glowed a beautiful forest green that shimmered with emotion and tears yet to fall. There was no shame to be found in them, no anger, no accusation. There was only warmth and longing to reunite with something precious that had been previously lost. The sight of them was enough to turn Rose's legs into jelly.

Goddess, I forgot how beautiful she really is. How utterly...beautiful...

The warmth in June's eyes were quick to vanish when she took in the view of her completely naked niece. Growing wide as saucers in surprise, she took a step back and said: "Oh my! Rose, I--"

She didn't have time to finish that thought, for Rose seized that instant to embrace her. The younger girl couldn't help it. Her emotions were running high just from physically seeing her beloved aunt again. One side of her told her she didn't deserve June, that she already rejected her, hurt her in the worst way, that her body was inadequate compared to the older woman's, that she should apologize, shut the door in her face, clothe herself again, and forget that any of this ever happened. But the other side told her to stop hesitating, to stop running away, to accept what she desired, and throw herself into June's bosom and never come out. And for some reason, that side sounded an awful lot like Carol whispering sultrily into her ear.

That may have been what determined it. Rose would never trust her own judgment, not after she cowardly fled from her aunt all those months ago. But the nurturing Zenrist priestess who made love to her everyday over the past week, who had an answer for every question and doubt in her mind? The bespectacled girl trusted her completely. Which was why she was now pressing her naked body against June's, wrapping her arms around the older woman, and nestling her face between her breasts.

"Mmmmmph!" Rose moaned, her voice muffled between those luscious mounds, half tearfully from the sheer emotion of seeing her amazing aunt again...and half happily from the wonderful sensation of those breasts squishing heartily against both sides of her face. They were soft, like two comfortable pillows. She could have laid down and fallen asleep in them, the gentle beating of June's heart underneath playing a soothing lullaby in her ears.

She looked up from her aunt's breasts once the older woman slid her hands gracefully down her bare sides, took hold of her hips, and--Rose braced herself for whatever intimate move June was about to pull on her--lightly pushed her away. Rose's heart dropped when her body left the wondrous warmth and silky smoothness of her aunt's skin.

Guess things aren't mended between us after all...

June suddenly took hold of her niece's hand and Rose went rigid at its touch. "Come, Rosebud. Let's continue this inside."

"O-okay," the intern whispered before following her back into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.

***

"Here's your juice," Rose said, laying the glass down on the small fold-out table.

"Thank you," said the older woman sitting on the couch behind it. She lifted the glass up to her lips to drink heartily. Rose kept her eyes glued to them. They were beautiful, just like everything else about June; thick, full, and pink. They most definitely brought pleasure and happiness to many women in their time. Rose could only imagine how pleasurable they would be on her own lips. Upper or lower.

"Is this really all you have to dine on?" June said, looking at the little table, which was about the size of a tray.

"Well, I also eat at my desk in my bedroom," said Rose. "But...yeah that's about it I guess. I saw no reason to get a table. None of my friends are around, so I never had any reason to bring anyone over.

June took another sip from her glass, her mouth curved into a sad frown. "No friends and no guests at all? It must get so lonely here by yourself."

"I guess, kinda," said Rose with a halfhearted shrug. "But I manage."

"I can't imagine being so alone," said June. "Ever since I became a Lover of Zenriah, I've never been alone for a moment."

Rose kneaded her bare toes into the carpet. "Can you feel Her--the Goddess' presence...all the time?"

June closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, and laid her hands down upon her breasts. "All the time."

"Even now?" Rose's gaze strayed to her aunt's chest. The way she rubbed her boobs while her eyes were closed...it looked less like she was pleasuring herself and more like she was praying.

"Mmmm. Even now."

"Hm. That...must feel really nice."

"It is. Like you wouldn't imagine. It's like being wrapped up in the warm embrace of an all-loving mother. If only you could see Zenriah like I can." June opened her eyes, released her breasts, and examined her niece. She looked up and down her body, took in her completely nude form. "But...perhaps..."

Rose waited a few seconds for her aunt to finish her thought. "Perhaps what?" she asked when it became clear the older woman was not going to.

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just thinking out loud is all. But...what about you? In fact, what are you doing just standing there acting like some kind of servant?"

Rose nearly jumped into the ceiling. "Huh? Oh, I...I was just...standing ready in case you needed something else." Indeed, she was still relatively skittish around her aunt. June might have made it clear she forgave the younger girl for everything--no, that there was nothing

to

forgive at all and that she never once felt any anger toward her dear niece whom she loved and always would love--but Rose still couldn't let herself rest easy around her. She still had a burning need to...make it all up to June. To let her know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Rose would never run out on her like she did last time. That she would not reject her advances or turn down her requests, no matter how demanding or sordid they were. And if that meant she'd have to open every door, pull out every chair, and pour every drink for the older woman at a moment's notice for the rest of her life, then so be it. Rose didn't think there was a thing in the world she wouldn't do to redeem herself.

I would even...I would even be naked for the rest of my life for her!

"I'm not a princess who needs to be waited on hand and knee. Come, sit down already." June patted a spot on the couch right next to her.

Rose stayed where she was. She...she knew her aunt was just trying to be friendly and accommodating. But standing so close to her in all her naked glory while being naked herself with a much less impressive body was only making Rose feel inadequate. She...didn't deserve June. Not after everything she had done to her. June deserved a better girl, a sexier, more experienced one, who would treat her right, never turn her down, and give her all the sex she would ever want. Someone like Miss Connors. Rose wondered if maybe she should call her over.

"I'd really like to feel your body on mine again," June said, her voice low, husky, almost a whisper.

Rose was next to her in a flash. She was seated on her aunt's right side, literally at her hip, with their outer thighs touching, and the older woman's breast hovering very close to her. It came even closer and pressed into her arm when June leaned over and wrapped her arm around the younger girl.

"So...are you really doing it?"

"Doing...it?" Rose asked. Was her aunt asking her if she was having sex? She blushed red all over. She wasn't so sure she was ready to tell June that she was. It was...personal and embarrassing, even though every instance she had done it in had been public and in front of many people, strangers and familiar co-workers alike.

"You know? Converting to Zenrism? That

is

why you greeted me in the nude, right?"

"Oh, right." Rose half-giggled at her stupidity. Of course that's what June was referring to. She was just inquiring about her state of dress, not her sex life. Her face cooled as the blood in her cheeks slowed and her blush faded. But then she remembered that sex went hand in hand with Zenrism. The blood rushed back in fast. "Yeah, I...I am. I...kind of have to."

"You have to? Why?"

"Because...because I got caught naked at work and saying I was converting was the only way I could avoid getting in trouble with my boss." More like all her clothes were torn off by a lusty priestess who brought her to work naked against her will, but those were just details at this point.

June raised an eyebrow. "You're converting to a new religion just to to avoid getting fired from an unpaid internship?"

"Uh..." When she put it that way, it did sound kind of dumb. And it was. It also wasn't true. Because as Rose learned more and more about the Zenrist religion, the physical bliss that it brought her, the bonds its worshipers shared, and the bonds she could form with both Carol and...her aunt...

...The more I wish to be part of it!

June sidled more tightly up against her, draped a bare leg over Rose's lap, and pushed the shorter girl's head closer to her, closer and closer until she was nearly face to face with the Zenrist's nipple. It was hard and erect, the nub standing tall in the center of its pink areola. It looked like the most delicious shard of hard candy Rose had ever seen, sweet and fruity to the taste, and she wanted nothing more than to slather her tongue all over and absorb its succulent flavor.

Taking note of her niece's gaze, the older woman lifted the glass of juice and poured a bit of it,

just

a bit, onto her breast. Tangy, nectarine fluid poured erotically down the mound, coloring her flesh red and soaking the womanly circle, which jumped and twitched as June's whole boob shivered at the liquid's cool touch.

Rose couldn't resist anymore. She dove right in, licking up all the juice she could off her aunt's beautiful bosom. A blend of apple, cherry, pear, and grape spilled over her taste buds as she drank in the soft, bountiful flesh all around her. Rolling her eyes and drawing a deep breath, Rose pushed herself further, snatched the tit she saw hardening into her lips, and sucked hungrily. The sweet, fruitful flavor simmered hotly in her mouth.

"Mmmmm. Ahhhhh. Yessssss," June purred, leaning her head back as her little niece fed on her womanly flesh. Her nipple tinged, her whole boob heated up, and her insides shuddered. Somewhat reluctantly she pulled Rose's head away and raised it so they were looking each other eye to eye again. The bespectacled girl frowned, looking sad and disappointed, feeling like she had displeased her aunt somehow. But June only gave her a reassuring smile. "You're right, Rosebud. You

are

ready for me."

Rose wasn't sure if she could confirm that, but the older woman didn't give her a chance to. She simply kissed Rose on the lip and shoved her backward onto the couch. Letting out a muffled yelp, Rose had barely enough time to gasp before June kissed her again on the jawline, then on the neck, then on the collar, and finally settling down on one of her own breasts. She kissed a half-circle round the perimeter of the small mound before working her way toward her niece's nub and taking it into herself. Loud sucking sounds ensued as she pulled it into her lips, between her teeth, and before her rapidly flickering tongue. Rose's whole breast nearly burst into flame.