When I got home, Zoë greeted me cheerfully, asking if I had a good time, but requesting that I save the details for later, when we could put the images they would evoke to good use. Later after the baby went down for the night, I relayed my story telling her how excited he had been to hear the details of our girl on girl sex life.
Zoë grinned from ear to ear, "Ironic, I'm so excited to hear about the two of you." She put her hand on my knee and gave me a good squeeze. "So was it painful or anything, being the first time you were with a man since delivery?"
"No, I was worried at first but it went fine."
"That's good. If he didn't break you, I sure won't."
We shared a laugh, and then a slow sensuous kiss. We didn't talk any more about my encounter from last night. It got the juices flowing but after that, it was all about us. There was something magical and reassuring as our bodies moved together, flesh pressed against flesh celebrating a love that had no strings and yet a firm bond.
I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and reciprocated the gentle massage I received. Then I caressed her soft contours slowly, taking my time to enjoy each inch of her glorious supple flesh. Her clothes slipped off easily as did mine as we met together in the soft moonlight for a wondrous symphony of carnal desire. There was beauty and majesty and even subtlety in our union.
On our soft bed, in our yet new home, we made love as only two women can. Our hands did what our more receptive body parts could not- which to the uninitiated is far less than you might think. It was not the first time that we had made love in this house, but it was the first time since we moved in that Zoë seemed completely comfortable that my postpartum body was not a fragile vessel simply waiting to shatter or break.
She brought me up to the heavens, beyond the clouds, beyond the sky, beyond the sun and stars. Like Lois Lane flying through space with Superman, I clung to her filled with pure unrestrained joy. Up so high and unafraid, waiting for the awesome free fall that was to come. And then there it was, we were falling toward earth, feeling so free and wild and unrestrained, holding on to one another as if we were parachutes. And indeed, I felt that Zoë was my lifeline, and likewise sensed that she felt the same about me.
At last we hit the mattress, hard and soft all at the same time, hair and skin damp from our lovemaking, arms and legs entwined. We landed safely in each others arms, home in our bed secure in our love for one another. I had never felt better in my life.
