Serendipity by Rocky
CHAPTER 3
Sunlight filtered in through the closed blind slowly traveling the length of the bed. The bands of light came to rest on a pair of eyelids; they flickered and opened slowly. Squinting and trying focus against the glare, Rory realized that she was not in her hotel room, nor was she alone. 'What a splendid way to wake up.' She thought, her hand gently petting the blond curly head on her shoulder. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on the sleeping angel's forehead. The smaller woman began to move slightly her eyes slowly opening.
"What the…? Oh hi." The young woman sighed, "Good Morning. I guess I fell asleep on you… Sorry." She looked up into the smile that was beaming back at her and purred with a quiet chuckle. "Some seduction that was," Snuggling in closer, she stopped and looked at the end of the bed. "We didn't even take off our shoes!" Both women started giggling at their curious predicament. Before long they were both howling with laughter. Rory slapping the side of the bed in her exuberance, over balanced herself and fell over the side, her legs still tangled with that of the other laughing woman, landed with a thump.
A curly blond head peeked over the edge of the bed at the prone woman on the floor. "Are you Okay?" She asked trying to stifle a rising giggle with the palm of her hand.
"Fine." Was the steely response; springing to her feet Rory jumped back on to the bed, and grabbed the younger woman's legs swinging her feet into her lap. "Shoes huh, I'll show you." She began unlacing the offending items and tossed them over her shoulder. The socks followed the shoes and the bare feet beneath them were tickled without remorse.
"Stop! Hahaha, Oh god I give up!" Amy squirmed in the vise like grip. "…You're going to make me pee myself!" She finally wiggled loose, scooting around the bed on all fours trying to evade the tickling fingers. The two of them kept up this mad race sending pillows and blankets flying. When they ran out of gas they collapsed panting in the middle of the bed.
Rory leaned up on one elbow and looked into the sparkling green eyes, the corner of her lip turned up in a smirk. "Gotcha 'Miss Smart-ass." Falling in she rewarded the face that was smiling back with a small kiss. "If you need to go you'd better do it now, because I'm warning you now, I'm not finished with you yet!"
Amy's eyes widened in feigned horror. "Eek! I've created a monster." She jumped from the bed and ran giggling to the bathroom.
A few minutes later The Blond woman emerged from the bathroom a toothbrush dangling from one corner of her mouth. She raised one eyebrow impishly. "If you need to go, do it now, 'cause I'm not done with you 'yet' either."
The tall businesswoman leaned back on the bed and made a show of toeing off one shoe and then the other. Rolling off of the bed she made a mock lunge at woman in the doorway to the bathroom opting instead to slap the round little bottom on her way by.
"Do you need help?" Amy asked over her shoulder grinning, "I could hold your hand …or something."
"Very funny." Came the reply from the other room. "I think I've got it figured out." With the sound of rushing water from the commode, Rory came up behind Amy, sliding one hand across her stomach pulling her close she kissed the back of the young woman's neck. "Here, let me borrow that." She said taking the toothbrush from Amy's mouth and placing a long kiss there instead. "Mmm, I love the taste of toothpaste kisses in the morning." She said putting the brush in her own mouth and padded back to the sink.
"Toothpaste kisses, huh, I like that." Amy stole up behind the tall woman. She wrapped her arms around Rory and slid her hands up under her shirt caressing the soft skin there.
Rory nearly inhaled the toothbrush. She quickly finished scrubbing her teeth and spat into the sink trying not to cough. "I think we're back to the seduction again, are we?" She said turning into the other woman's arms.
"Oh yeah, abso-frigging-lutely!" The younger woman replied and lifted up the edge of the offending shirt and started putting soft little kisses on Rory's bare midriff. Rory leaned back on the sink; her head thrown back as she marveled at the sensation of lips that slowly traveled up her stomach. Small hands reached behind her and started pulling up on her T-shirt. The taller woman complied by leaning forward allowing the garment to be pulled over her head and off. "Much better!" Said the lips that were making their way back up the bare torso. "Can this come off too?" Amy asked running a finger over the lace on Rory's Bra.
"Not yet," Rory said reaching for the buttons on the smaller woman's blouse. "I think it's your turn to take something off." She slowly undid each of the fasteners slowly revealing two pert, perfect, breasts. "Gods! They're beautiful!" She whispered. Her hand reached out of it's own accord and cupped Amy's breast, her thumb running over the pink nipple.
"Mmm… You sure you've never done this before." The small woman leaned into the touch, closing her eyes to revel in the sensation. She felt another warm hand slide to the small of her back pulling her still closer as warm lips worked their way up her shoulder, across her collar bone, and teasingly along her neck stopping to nibble on her earlobe.
"No, at least not in this life time." Was the whisper in her ear.
"It seems like a life time since I was this turned on." Amy slid her hands down Rory's back and into the hip pockets of her jeans kneading at the firm flesh beneath the denim. Straddling the tall executive's thigh she began a slow grinding rhythm in concert with a long searching soul kiss that brought a pleasant growling noise from the tall, dark woman pinned to the sink.
Rory's mind was spinning out of control and her body had taken over completely. If it weren't for the porcelain fixture holding her up, her legs would have given out entirely. A funny creaking noise invaded the thumping of blood in her ears. 'What the hell… oh shit!' She thought as she realized where the noise was coming from. "Honey…" Kiss. "…We've got to stop…" Kiss. " …Just for a sec…" Kiss. "We're breaking the sink."
One green eye popped open. "Huh?" Creak went the sink. "Oh!" Amy sighed and rested her forehead on the tall woman's chest. "I just can't get a break. Some seductress I turned out to be."
"I think we were doing okay, until of course, we started abusing the bathroom fixtures." Rory said smiling down into the blond head under her chin. " …But this sink isn't going to hold us for much longer." In answer to that statement the basin made another loud "CREAK".
The Basin sagged down under the combined weight of the two women leaning against it and shuddered to a stop with a loud "Bang!" Water started spraying in all directions. Amy leapt back carrying the woman in her arms with her.
"Shit!" Amy scrambled to turn off the valves to stop the water that was flooding the small bathroom. She sat with a small "splash" in the puddle on the floor and looked over her shoulder. "I'm so sorry. Would you believe me if I said that this has never happened to me before."
The now 'very soggy' Rory just grinned. "Naw, I figured that this was the way you seduced all the women you dragged back to your lair." She grabbed a towel off of the rack that was still relatively dry and dropped it over Amy's head. "In fact I think you are even more sexy now that you're 'wet'."
"Hmff…" Was the reply that came out from under the towel.
Rory brusquely ran her hands over the towel, rubbing the blond curls under it. She lifted one corner and peeked at the frown beneath it. "Still alive?" She inquired.
A loud raspberry came from under the towel.
Sitting down in the puddle of water, Rory wrapped her arms and legs around Amy, pulling her head, towel and all, onto her shoulder and ran her hands slowly up and down her back. "It's Okay Honey, next to toothpaste kisses I also love sharing a shower first thing in the morning."
A small giggle erupted from under the towel. "I'll bet this is the first time you've done it with all your clothes still on."
"Well no, I can't say as I have, but I am glad that I took my shoes off first." Rory smiled as more giggles came from under the towel. She gathered the end of the towel up and pulled it over her head as well, touching her forehead to that of the younger woman. "You may have noticed that I am not wearing ALL my clothes either." She lifted the corner of the towel and pointed to the T-shirt that hung limply from the doorknob.
"Oh yeah, you said it was my turn to take some thing off." Amy peeled off the sodden shirt, tossing it and the towel into the bathtub. "Now it's definitely your turn." She said wiggling her eyebrows.
"I'll go one better, I'll take two things off." Rory replied, sliding back on the tiles, proceeding to roll off her wet socks sending them sailing over shoulder into the waiting tub.
"Cute, just for that I'm going to mop up this floor before I start seducing you again." The small woman got to her feet and walked back into the other room returning with several large towels. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor at the sight of Rory struggling to remove her soaked blue jeans.
"Don't just stand there help me get these off, they're starting to drive me nuts."
The towels fell unnoticed to the floor in a heap.
"Red silk Boxers?"
"Actually they are very comfortable under jeans …dry jeans that is." Rory replied wryly still struggling with the wet jeans.
"Here, …sit." Amy ordered indicating the lid of the commode. "Hold out your legs and I'll pull." She grasped the two pant legs and tugged hard. The damp garment slipped free of the long legs almost sending the smaller woman into a wicker hamper sitting against the far wall.
"Oh wow…" Amy sat on the wooden lid of the hamper with a damp thud. "You are beautiful!"
The long dark braid had come undone and wisps of hair clung damply to her cheeks. This tall vision, clad only in her underwear was a sight to behold; gone was any hint of the flint-hearted executive. Amy sought to find a word to describe the woman before her. 'Precious' She thought, 'A gem of rare beauty.'
The raw hunger that she saw flaring into shining green eyes was just a bit unsettling. Rory tried shifting her vision to anywhere but the topless woman clutching the damp denim, but her libido would have nothing to do with it. She found herself staring back with wanton abandon. Her mouth went dry. "No… you… you're the one that's beautiful." She stammered. "In fact I think you are the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen."
Amy stood up and without taking her eyes off of her hearts desire; she cast Rory's pants into the direction of the tub and peeled off her own. "Come on." She said quietly, offering her hand. "Let's get out of here before we break anything else."
Taking the smaller hand in her own Rory allowed herself be led back into the bedroom and pushed down onto the disheveled bed. "Where were we?" She asked, drawing the smaller woman down on top of her.
Amy decided not to respond verbally, rather she allowed her lips to answer in another way by threading a series of soft little kisses across her lover's throat. Her hands followed a course of their own volition, caressing, kneading the soft bared flesh. Lips followed the curve of the shoulder, coming to rest on a bra strap, hooking it with her thumb, she slid it off of the shoulder and trailed more small kisses southward to an exposed dark nipple that peeked out from the edge of the lace. She smiled inwardly to herself when she felt the larger woman lean upward into her teasing kisses allowing her to neatly reach back and unclasp the garment and pull it free.
Rory sucked in a deep shuddering breath, loosing it with a low moaning animal sound, as she felt the soft lips draw in the erect tip of one breast and a small hand gently squeezing the other. It was like an electric currant sending pulses directly to her groin. She was at the point of no return; all the niggling little doubts were gone, in their place the door was flung open and she allowed passion to lead her through the gapping portal. It wasn't surrender; it had nothing to do with giving in. In the space of a heartbeat she allowed heart, mind and body to all fall madly and passionately in Love with the beautiful person in her arms.
Encouraged by the explosive response to her touch, Amy kissed her way back up to the waiting lips and the hunger she found there. The smooth, silk clad hips undulating beneath her, unconscious and primal. She had dreamt of this moment both awake and asleep, those fantasies all paled next to this very real moment of riding the passion of the woman of her dreams. It was important that this was perfect, not just sex, but an act of joining so that not even the gods could tell where one soul ended and the other began. "Baby, I want to go slow and do this right. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me, and I'll stop. Okay?"
"The only thing that would make me uncomfortable right now, is if you did stop!" Rory growled softly, running her hands up and down the muscles of the small woman's back. "Is it too soon to say I love you?"
Amy leaned back straddling Rory's hips, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Oh Baby, I love you too… It wouldn't be this be this perfect otherwise." She captured one of the hands that had been messaging the top of her thigh, cupping it against her cheek. Turning her face she sucked gently at pulse point at the wrist, and continued down the inside of the arm stopping again to taste the tender flesh of the inside of the elbow. She then lowered herself down allowing breast to touch to breast magnifying the palpable electricity already there.
Rory arched her back when she felt warm hands pushing at the waistband of her boxers. She struggled for a moment to work herself free of the red silk and kick them loose to fall forgotten into the room. Eager to perform the same service she found it easy to lift the smaller woman and pull her more diminutive cotton briefs completely off. With a wicked grin she twirled them in the air on one finger and cast them over the side of the bed. "God! Honey if this is foreplay, then the sex is going to kill me." She said panting for air, and began reciprocating gentle attention to her bed partner's breasts.
Breathing in stuttering gasps, punctuated with little "OH's!" that became louder and louder, Amy held tight to the dark hair she had been stroking. She let out a gush of air when the last tremor passed. "Oh wow…" She gasped in amazement. "… I've never had that happen before!"
Rory looked up, her eyes searching her lover's face with concern. "Is something wrong?" Her brows shot up. "Did I hurt you…"
"Oh no Baby, everything is more than okay." The younger woman kissed the little frown away. "I mean… Oh wow Baby, no one's ever made me come just by making love to my breasts before." She grinned at the delighted smile that passed over Rory's face. "You are an untapped natural talent."
"I guess I have skills I didn't know I had." The smirk dissolved to slack jawed wonder as she felt a small hand start to caress her sex. Fingers explored the readiness and then entered, moving in and out in a slow sweet tempo that caused her to forget everything in conscious thought, concentrating only on the building glorious pressure that rolled out from her sex to the very end of her extremities. Her body moved with a will of its own, urging each stroke and pressing closer for more contact with the body above her.
Willing her very soul into the tips of her fingers, Amy worked her way deeper and deeper, feeling for the texture that told her she had reached just the right spot and then added a circling thumb to the pulsating erection. She was rewarded with several "Oh gods." That devolved in to one long "Oh…" Except for Amy's name being repeated over and over, the rest of the noises held no resemblance to any word what so ever.
Her release was an earth shattering experience for Rory, each time she thought the spasms of pleasure were over, the small woman in her arms would move the hand within her, and a new wave of pulsating sensation would send her reeling again. When the last wave crashed over her, she went into overload and blacked out completely.
Returning to consciousness seconds later, she could still feel small echoes of the previous explosions, pulsing through her. She looked up into the green eyes that glowed with loving concern.
"Are you all right? I think you left me there for a moment." Amy inquired with quiet trepidation.
"I am quite beyond just all right!" Rory answered reaching up to pull the girl's warm body close, almost crushing her in a deep luxurious hug. "That was the greatest fucking experience I have ever had in my life, and I mean that both figuratively and literally!" She drew the smiling lips in for a long smoldering kiss that finally left them both gasping for air. "What ever you did to me, got me so excited that I think I wet the bed." Rory admitted with shy honesty.
"That happens sometimes, or so I've been told." Amy whispered in her lover's ear. "It's not what you think, once in a while a woman's body just decides to gush. It's a physical response to intense sexual pleasure. I take it as the highest possible compliment since it was my touch that you were responding to."
"Well… I don't think I can take you there just yet, but I am willing to keep on trying until I do. I want to touch you, please tell me when I'm doing something right and especially when I'm doing something wrong." Rory whispered back, not wanting to break the intensity of the moment. She shyly moved her hand down the smooth curves of Amy petite frame to rest at the entrance of her desire. Feeling the heat there, she ran her fingers over the varying textures, marveling at the differences and the sameness of her own sex. Stroking the soft folds she looked to her lovers face for encouragement.
"Harder… I won't break"
"Like this?" Fingers moved back and forth seeking the special places that would cause Amy's body to move over her hand.
"Oh God yes, right there!"
The tall woman added the attention to her lover's breasts, figuring since she had such a good response before…'It couldn't hurt.' Judging by the increase of her breathing and the pounding of her own heart, she must be doing something right.
"Inside… I need to feel you inside."
Following the gentle coaching, fingers went where they were bidden caressing and stroking in time to two hearts beating as one. Rory's eyes widened with surprise when she felt the pulling of slick internal muscle on her hand signaling the approach of convulsive pleasure within her lover.
Amy threw her head back, her face conveying the rapture of this act of physical love. She was covered in sweat as her body moved to ride the moment, uttering endearments, curses and guttural moans all increasing in pitch and volume as she came violently and then fell still, collapsing into the arms of the woman below her. "Oh BABY!" She sighed. "You are the best I've ever had."
They lay there for a long time simply gazing into each other's eyes lost in the new love they each found there. Loneliness was a forgotten thing, a part of their lives that lived in the past. Both women had found the missing aspect of her life that had been missing before and now every new second in each other's arms faded the hurt, the bitterness and the emptiness until there was nothing left but the love they had for one another. The angry outside world could wait, …wait for an eternity for all they cared.
Amy leaned up on one elbow and reached out to tuck a strand of dark hair behind her lover's ear. "You want a real shower now?" She asked with a grin. "I hear that you like getting wet first thing in the morning."
"I don't think that it's 'first thing in the morning' anymore, in fact I'm not all together sure that we aren't working on afternoon here." Replied the tall executive as she leaned up to read the clock on the bed stand. "Yup, it's official, it is now One forty-five."
By Two forty-five sounds of running water from the shower, squeals and giggles rolled out of the bathroom. "Stop moving! Do you want to get soap in your eyes?" The blond woman asked as she massaged shampoo through the long dark hair. "You have beautiful hair, like silk, I could run my hands through it all day."
"I thought 'Blondes' had more fun." Said Rory looking up from where she knelt in front of the shorter woman. She kissed the sweet valley of skin between the two round breasts. "Natural curly blondes especially." To emphasize the point she kissed her way down to a particular curly patch of blonde curls.
The lather rinsed away unnoticed as Amy slumped back against the wall of the shower. Between the deep moans and the roar of the shower neither woman heard the sound of a key rattling in the lock of the front door.
The water starting to turn cold, it was when Amy reached down and shut off the water that she heard someone coming down the hallway.
"Amy? Are you here?" A voice called from the hall.
"Oh shit!" Amy whispered. "It's my sister." She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Rushing to the bedroom she slipped in the puddle on the floor and fell face first into the room.
A quiet gasp left the lips of the short auburn haired woman, looking from the rumpled bed, to the prone Amy and up to the tall woman in a towel standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
"Sherri, what are you doing here?" Amy asked from the floor.
(c) 1999 S. Day