Smokey Saga #68:
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Brain Storm
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Twenty Smokey Sagas ago, a zookeeper named Adia met the lycanthropic love of her life in "(Hungry Like The) Wolfgirl."
Ten
Sagas ago, a corporate axewoman called Poppy was shown the error of her ways by her conscience in "On Your Shoulder." These were the last two fantasies I wrote—if you don't count the lesbian version of "Do You Trust Me?" It's time for another Sapphic sci-fi story, and while I know it's not the most popular category, there are many who enjoy it nonetheless. This one's supernature's not quite as "out there" as those other two, but it still could not happen in real life. It's more along the lines of "Time Warp" and "Perfect Girl," except there's no fairy godmother here. Enjoy, happy reading, and your feedback as always is welcomed, valued and appreciated.
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A Match Made In Limbo
Saturday, August 27th, 2016, 7:45 p.m.
Each day, Hannah Amelia Finnegan tried to work up at least one genuine, beautiful smile, for all the good things in life. Some days the smile came harder than others. But yesterday's and today's had been many, pure, and effortless.
Her gorgeous, smart, perfect girlfriend Mara had earned herself a sweet bonus at MD&M Enterprises, and elected to celebrate by taking Hannah to Fisherman's Bay for the weekend. They'd enjoyed two simply splendid days swimming, sailing, strolling, dining, playing games, relaxing, and of course their favorite activity of all, just the two of them, behind closed drapes. The day before, they had checked in, thrown the curtains shut, dropped their bags, and didn't even unpack them. They just got right down to frisky business. Mara tirelessly and generously gave Hannah the first monstrous orgasm. Hannah was so ecstatically grateful, she insisted on returning the favor. Post-sex, they rested up, did a little unpacking, and adjourned for a delectable early supper.
So far today they'd slept in, eaten, slathered each other in sunblock, walked outdoors paw in paw, done some swimming and shopping, trod the boardwalk, sat on a bench, shared some ice creamy kisses, and returned to the room. It was a bit after 7:30 p.m., and now that the maid had made the bed, it was once more ready to ravage. They didn't often have sex consecutive days, but this was after all a special occasion. Mara had slipped into the bathroom to pretty herself up, and so Hannah was left for the moment to do as she would. She didn't care for makeup as it gave her acne, and Mara'd convinced her she was beautiful as could be without it. She slid open the screen door and sat on the balcony to gaze down upon fellow frolicking vacationers.
The content, relaxed Hannah wore her daily smile with ease, though from day to ordinary non-vacation day, her personal worldview was bittersweet. Hannah, as well as her mother and uncle, suffered from clinical depression. She wanted and tried to be as happy as she could, but the condition rendered her less able to focus on the good in her life. She took medication, but her mood was chemically elevated only so much. She needed good nights' sleep, to look after her health, and to take impeccable care of her relationship. Mara Kim Bronson was her world. The girl meant everything to her. Before they met one fateful afternoon at K-Mart, Hannah never knew she could be so happy. She'd fallen in love a few times before, but learned the hard way how it felt to have her heart broken. But Mara was different. She was beautiful, caring, funny, strong, charming, and she rocked Hannah's
world
in bed. Last night was no exception, nor hopefully was tonight to be. Making love couldn't eradicate her depression altogether, but certainly was a delightful diversion.
Hannah and Mara had their first encounter and date four years before, in October 2012. The relationship was just what the proverbial doctor ordered. Considering herself quite mere and plain beside Mara, Hannah didn't know what she'd done to win her. A truth such as Mara becoming enamored of her for who she was, seldom occurred to Hannah. She felt amazingly lucky. Before meeting Hannah, Mara was engaged to be married to another woman. But her would-be bride proved unfaithful. Her grieving period was frankly brief, and she tried always to look forward, never back. Public outings were something of a game for Mara, seeking to meet girls at opportune venues. Her chance meeting with Hannah was akin to that of an old situation comedy. Pushing through neighboring aisles in the 52nd Street K-Mart, they turned in one another's directions, and bumped carts with a
krish!
At the time, the girls reacted almost as polar opposites. Mara giggled, "Oh—oopsie-daisy!" and apologized with a friendly smile. Hannah, looking down in her pessimistic mood, was quite miffed—at first. She was about to yell at her new acquaintance to watch where the hell she was going...until she saw her face.
Angels sang. Chimes rang. Hannah's heart slammed with a clang and a bang. She left the store with a cart of bagged groceries and digits in her pocket. She couldn't remember the last time she walked all the way back to her car with a giddy grin plastered on her.
Three years, countless dates, hundreds of kisses and a few dozen orgasms later, here they were. Hannah'd entered her 30s in '14, Mara earlier just this year. Hannah didn't mind getting older so much, but was becoming disenchanted and discouraged with her body. She knew once the bra came off, her boobs were drooping, as now per the norm. She wasn't burning fat as efficiently anymore, collecting a little extra plump. She fingered the stretch marks on her waist and tummy, wishing she could make them disappear. She was less than sure just what about her Mara found so attractive, but...there must've been something.
She peered down over the sand and bay, adding up wishes. She watched the seagulls, wishing she could fly so elegantly as they. She took in a game of volleyball between two teams of beach bunnies, wishing she was that beautiful. She wished she could achieve decent vision through contacts, instead of having to wear her big, wonky glasses. At least they weren't required for torrid, wild Mara-thon sex.
But her biggest wish of all dealt directly with Mara, as it turned out. There was no disputing it, Mara Bronson was a goddess. It bore reiterating, the woman was wonderful, angelic, and a fox. There was only
one
thing that could make her flawlessly immaculate. It was, however, a kind of nagging, noticeable one thing.
Mara never nagged. Hannah came closer to doing so, by wanting to know what was on her mind. Much as she asked, Mara virtually never shared with Hannah what she thought about. And were Hannah to be honest, it drove her a bit crazy. Physical intimacy was brilliant, but Hannah dearly craved the accompanying emotional closeness. And knowing what Mara was thinking once in a while would go a long way. Every time she asked, Mara gave her a smile, scrunched up her pretty nose and said, "Nuttin', honey."
She supposed it was possible Mara just wasn't great at expressing her feelings, or that there just weren't many to express. But Hannah found this hard to wrap her mind around. They'd gotten to know each other pretty well in the four years, and yet...
Hannah didn't even care if it was something about her. Maybe Mara was trying to spare
her
feelings. Even so, if there was something she wasn't doing right, or could to improve their relationship, she'd like to know. Perhaps she should give
this
question a try. Perhaps—
"A-
hem
."
Hannah turned to see a