This is not so much a story, more a collection of dreams or fantasies, weaving in and out of sleep.
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The two young women ran down the long driveway, their steady pounding feet in synch on the gravel. They always ran together like that, always in time, the long sway of their two long pony tails left right, left right. A long line of sweat ran right down their backs, dark against the lighter cloth of their tops. They both stopped at the same time, leaning forward, hands on knees, catching their breath back in long drawn out gasps.
"Fuck, you're too quick," Emma gasped. "Trying to keep up with you!"
"That's coz you're an old lady, Emma. Your girls at the rink. Hanna's right. You is an ol' lady skater!" She panted in between words, their workout a good one for her too. She stretched and felt her joints creak.
"Am not!" Emma laughed between gasping breaths, and when she slung her arm around Bobbie's waist, she was smiling. They walked side by the side to the door, their feet still crunching on the gravel.
Bobbie let Emma go through first. "I like seeing your ass go up those stairs." At the top of the stairs she turned, and Bobbie was right behind her, only two steps down.
"Password," Emma said, as she reached for the hem of Bobbie's top, lifting it up to show the girl's flat belly, worked muscles faintly flushed.
"Bobbie Blue," Bobbie replied, and with her hands on Emma's waist, pushed her lover into the room, kicking the door closed behind her. She peeled Emma's top up, up her upstretched arms and over her head, tossing it carelessly to one side, to the floor. Emma stood there in her short shorts and sports bra, the tight stretchy material pressing her breasts flat. Her tawny lioness hair fell in a fall down her back. Her skin still shone with her sweat. Her eyes were bright wide as she carefully did the same for Bobbie, pulling the younger woman's top up and from her.
Bobbie's nipples pushed darker against the white cloth of her barely there bra. More a crop bra really, strapped across the slight mounds of her breasts. Emma pulled the cloth up, revealing tight nipples pulling the flesh up in sweet cones. Emma dropped her mouth to a nipple, and pushed Bobbie back to the bed. She suckled the girl, more for her own comfort, less than for sex. That would come later, but for now, she wanted to taste her lover's salty skin and to lick the salty tang from her.
Bobbie quietly stroked Emma's hair, knowing it soothed the lioness. She stroked her hair softly, and she felt the comfort suck Emma gave her, on her breast. After a long moment, Emma's mouth went to Bobbie's other breast, and the wet nipple of the breast she'd just left
felt cold for a moment, and then was warm in his mouth as he joined them. Bobbie nurtured them both, her own body relaxing with a contented sigh. She slid fingers down her belly, down into the tight waist of her shorts. She pushed against the cloth, and found her button. Bobbie stroked herself quietly, gently, in no rush at all.
Her upper body cooled in the still air and she felt cold, and shivered. She held her girlfriend's head in her hands. "I'm chilly," she said, "Let's get to bed."
Emma stood up, then bent down to do a quick flick pull on her shoe laces, and pulled her runners off. Then did the same for Bobbie. "Leaving those little white sox on," she said, "makes you look really cute."
They both kept their panties on, knowing that he would love their hot sweaty pussy scents, tangy and salty and a little bit kinky, still sweaty from their ten kilometre run.
In under the covers he went down on Bobbie first, sucking her pussy through the cloth, sucking hard on her clit and seeing the wetness from her cunt wet her panties. His long fingers pushed the cloth to the side so he could lick Bobbie's pussy lips, long wet strokes and kisses, till the girl's legs began to quiver and her orgasm was coming, coming, coming quick.
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Bobbie reached up for Emma, and pulled her face down to hers, into a hot passionate kiss. "We keep saying you're not a lesbian, but fuck I love that you love me."
They kissed deeper, longer, and pressed their breasts to each other's. After ten long moments, maybe twenty, Emma let go the younger woman and raised herself up from the bed. "I want you," she said, with her 'want you' eyes soft and lovely. "I probably don't say it enough, but I do."
"I know you do, honey," Bobbie whispered. "I know you do."
Emma peeled Bobbie's panties down her long slender legs, and slinked out of her own. She looked at the crotch of her panties. "Fuck, I'm so wet," she said, almost as if in amazement.
"That's coz he's in the room. Can't you feel his clear, clean energy, his sweet lust and his passion? His constant longing. His maleness."
Emma looked around the room, and even though there were only the two of them physically there, she felt her beloved around her, right there inside her mind.