For a long time, the women simply looked into each other's eyes. Shanda thoughts turned to the Art History class she had taken a few years back. They had been examining an Italian Renaissance painting and the professor had pointed out that in a close up of the portrait one could see the reflection of a tiny person in the eyes of the subject. He had explained that in the Renaissance, people were often painted with tiny reflections of their lovers in their eyes. "It was believed," he had stated, "that when true lovers looked into each others' eyes, they would see the image of their future children." Now, as she stared deeply into the dewy ivy eyes before her, Shanda wondered if the modern age had lost something by understanding this simple reflection. As she stared into her lover's eyes, she imagined that Reesa was seeing deep into her most secret self. The idea should have been terrifying, but she felt nothing but a deep, enveloping calm. The heat of their joining was banked now, the coals a warming shimmer that was reflected in the fireplace behind them. She felt her eyes flutter and realized that she was on the floor, naked, and was on the verge of sleep. She lifted her eyes back to Reesa's face, saw the soft lips parted by hushed, cat-like snores; she smiled and let the drowsiness overtake her.
The next thing that she was aware of was the chill creeping up her spine. Her front was warm and toasty, but her backside felt as if it was carved out of ice. Shanda opened up her eyes and saw that the fire had gone out completely and Reesa had begun to shiver in her arms.
"Honey," Shanda murmured as she gently shook Reesa's shoulder, "let's move into the bedroom."
"Mumf" Reesa's response wasn't terribly promising.
"Baby, your ass is going to freeze to the fireplace tile."
"Uh huh."
"You're going to be sore all over in the morning, and not in a good way."
"Slpn...lemelone."
Shanda began to laugh. "Well, I didn't want to say anything, but you have ice-sickles hanging from your pussy." Reesa's body began to shake as laughing became more important than sleeping. "And seriously, if your nipples get any harder, someone could lose an eye." She grunted as Reesa's elbow jabbed into her belly. "And if your lips get any bluer, I am going to be accused of necrophilia -- and I am just not that kind of kinky." Shanda jumped up as Reesa swung the couch pillow toward her head and ran into the bedroom door. "You know if you want to catch me you are going to have to get off of your ass, and come and get me." Shanda ducked as the pillow came winging toward her head. She stuck her butt out the door and waggled it toward her lover. She was so busy taunting Reesa that she never heard her creep up closer. She didn't realize what was going on until Reesa took her down with a full body pounce. Shanda landed on her belly and lost her breath -- not from the rough landing, but from laughing so hard. Reesa's fingers seemed to be able to find every ticklish place on her body!
"Stop! Please!" Shanda begged.
"Please, what?" Reesa taunted.
"I give! I give!"
Reesa rolled off of her and got into the bed, pulling the covers up even though she wasn't nearly as cold as she had been a few minutes ago.
"You know this is my bed, right?" Shanda stood next to the side of the bed.
"And?"
"And, I like to sleep on the left side. Scootch over."
"God, you are such a pain in the ass! If I still didn't want to taste your pussy, I don't think I would even bother with you." Reesa smiled evilly, taking the sting out of her words and moved over to the right side of the bed. "Okay honey," she said patting the mattress, "it's all nice and warm for you -- and the bed is okay too!"
"You know," Shanda mumbled climbing under the covers, "for someone who has never been with a woman before, you are sure pretty sassy about it."
Reesa smiled and ran her fingers down Shanda's cheek. "Well, I would probably be a lot more freaked out, but since I have never felt like this with any man I've ever been with, I think I would like to ... embrace the opportunity. Besides, you're my best friend...who could make a better lover?" She smiled into Shanda's still uncertain eyes and pulled her woman into her arms.
The bed was so warm. So soft. Shanda's flannel sheets seemed to take the heat of their bodies, fluff it up, and reflect it back. Shanda was just on the verge of opening her eyes when she felt the soft kisses begin at the base of her spine. She could feel Reesa's hands gripping her hips as she laid kiss after kiss on the top of her ass, moving slowly up. She worked her way, kiss by kiss, inch by inch, up her spine. Some kisses were soft licks -- flicks of the tip of her tongue. Some kisses were gentle suckles that pulled Shanda's skin between Reesa's lips. By the time she had reached the cradle of her lower back, Shanda's moans filled the room. Soft, slick, gentle kisses rained up Shanda's spine. Finally, when Shanda thought she couldn't take anymore, Reesa reached the sweet spot behind her lover's right ear. The whisper of her lush lips was like a moth grazing the skin. Shanda shuddered. Before the tremor had left her body, she arched up with the sharp nip on her right earlobe.
