Natalie settled into her overstuffed armchair, pulled close to the small space heater. The wind howled, rattling the windows as it rattled Natalie's nerves. Sipping hot tea, she stared at her journal opened before her. This was Winter Solstice, the longest night of the year, and she had been spending the evening focusing on the fact that she was alone, and had been for too long. The sky was an inky black, and Natalie was very thankful that she was inside, warm and dry on this Midwinter's Night, and her mind started to meander down dreamy paths, aided by the rum in her cocoa.
The buzzer jolted her back to the here and now. Crossing the room to the apartment's intercom, she was surprised and happy to hear Lyssa's low voice-- any evening with Lyssa was a good time. Natalie held her finger on the button that opened the buildings front door far longer than necessary, realizing her excess when Lyssa knocked at her door. Natalie swung the door wide in her excitement to see Lyssa. It had been months since she'd laid eyes on the tall brunette-- Lyssa had left Clover Falls last spring to pursue an intense long distance flirtation.
"Jeez! What are you even doing here? You didn't tell me you were coming!"
"What, you don't like surprises? Gonna make me leave and do it over?"
Natalie pulled Lyssa into her apartment, "Oh no, no, you aren't leaving anytime soon! What's up? What are you doing here?"
"Got something to drink, Nat? I'm soaked right through, and could use a little something to warm me from the inside out." Lyssa's eyes sparkled with her request-- who could say no?
"Mmm, yeah, hold on a second, I'll do you a cocoa with rum--- house special tonight."
"Lucky me, arriving on rum and cocoa night-- sounds great."
"Won't take but a minute, make yourself cozy, you remember where things are." With that, Natalie left for the kitchen. Lyssa peeled off her wet hoodie, draping it over the radiator, taking a seat on the couch, she began to tousle dry her short brown hair.
Her eyes fell on Natalie's journal, still open on the coffee table, she recognized the decorative handwriting. Quickly, she began to skim the information from the page, which started with an plea to the Goddess Freya to manifest her heart's delight on this Solstice. Natalie was obviously of the school that the best manifestations came about from very detailed lists of what it was exactly you wanted-- the page read like a rather needy want ad.
"Oh Freya, hear my plea, you know my bed has been empty this past year. Please, Oh Goddess, change my fortune, and bring to me a lover so skilled I find the release I have been waiting for. I want my lover to be bold, and unafraid to use me as I need to be used. Someone who will accept the gift of my body, yearning to be trained by touch."
Walking back into the small living room, Natalie saw Lyssa glancing at the book, and flushed. Trying to distract Lyssa from her revealing solstice prayer, Natalie shoved the cup at her, spilling some of the hot cocoa in her lap. "Oh god, I am so sorry--"
"You'll pay for that..." Lyssa grinned mischievously at Natalie, who was getting more flustered by the minute.
"So, what's going on? I was figuring I wasn't going to be seeing you for a while.... How's Steph?" Natalie asked, hoping to stop the awkward moments piling up on each other.
"Well, I think that Steph is okay--- she says she'll be much better with me outta there." Lyssa replied with a wry grin. "She threw me out last week. I wasn't really doing anything else in Oakvale, so I thought I'd ride back here for the holidays, see what was up with you."
Lyssa was a study of detached cool; though Natalie was listening to Lyssa's voice, she was hearing what was unsaid, and the tone-- Natalie added it up to see a hint of rare vulnerability as Lyssa admitted to her recent rejection.
"Oh hey, I'm really sorry--- it seemed like things were working out for you..." Unsure of what to say, Natalie trailed off, looking nervously around the room, trying to gauge how much she wanted to know, and how much Lyssa was willing to talk about.
"Nat, 't's okay. Steph made it pretty clear that while we had a good time for a while, our tastes diverged way to far to be happy keeping up with each other. She was looking for someone to take to office parties, who wouldn't get drunk in front of her friends. She hated me showing up to her office on my bike, and wasn't so wild about me flirting with her boss none, either. She is looking for someone to create a better home and gardens kinda life with, and I'm more of a popular mechanics and comics kinda dyke.
"But enough about me, and my recent failure, how are you doing? Did anything ever happen with Charles?"
"No, not even a little. We went out a couple of times, but never really sparked."
"Yeah? Did he mis-fire or what? You've always seemed like a tinder box ready to go, if you ask me."
"Oh yeah? Thanks a lot... and I wasn't asking you anyways."
"No, but you were asking the goddess to send someone like me your way....."
"Like you! Um, no, that wasn't really what I had in mind, Lyssa. For one thing, you're a woman, and I don't really graze on that side of the pasture, if you know what I mean. And besides, that's really presumptuous, even for you!" Natalie tried to appear far more indignant than she was.
Undaunted, Lyssa continued. "For such a detailed description of what you want, it seems like you would have remembered to ask for it in boy packaging if that was important to you-- couldn't help but notice you seemed to have gone all gender neutral in your request. You know I've waited a while for you to take a walk on my side for a change." Lyssa's eyes were gaining intensity, as her words came out more of a challenge than a pondering.
Nervously, Natalie gathered their cups and disappeared into the kitchen. When Lyssa came in, Natalie was standing with her back to the door, elbow deep in hot sudsy water. Lyssa walked up behind her, close enough for Natalie to feel her breath on the back of her neck.
"Natalie, I know that you're lonely, and I know what you've been asking for. No sense in asking for something if you're not ready to receive it--- so are you ready?" With that question, Lyssa brought her arms around Natalie's waist, slowly running her hands around hips and belly. When Natalie didn't pull away, Lyssa grew bolder, and slid her hands up to Natalie's tits, feeling her nipples harden quickly through her soft grey sweater. "I'm telling you that you've been a good girl, and I'm your Christmas present, all you have to do is accept it." Lyssa pinched and pulled at Natalie's nipples as she said, "accept it," emphasizing the point, and bringing a quick gasp to Natalie's lips.
"Hey, Lys, fun's fun and all, but I don't do girls--- remember?" Natalie began to pull away, though not too quickly.
"I know that you haven't done a girl, but have not is a whole lot different do not, or will not." Lyssa followed Natalie's movement, now fully cupping and squeezing Natalie's tits, which were just somewhat more than a handful. "Come on," Lyssa pleaded in a whisper into Natalie's neck as she began kissing it. Natalie shivered noticeably, a sharp intake of breath-- forgetting to exhale, she stood frozen.
Lyssa was unrelenting, teasing Natalie's nipples as she proceeded to nibble at her neck, making quiet, urgent, cooing sounds. "Nat, I know how much you need this, just let me show you how good it can be."
To her own surprise, Natalie found herself leaning into Lyssa, her knees becoming too wobbly to really depend on holding her up, warmth surged through her belly and down to her pussy, she felt herself opening with need. "Ahhh, Lyssa, that feels so fucking good...." she whispered.
"And I promise, it will feel even better before we are through." Lyssa slipped her hands under Natalie's sweater, and continued to tickle and tease her rock hard nipples.
Natalie held on to the sink as she tensed, wanting more, but unsure how to ask for it. She had been friends with Lyssa for a couple of years, and always enjoyed listening to her tales of lusty women and wild sex. But she wasn't like that.... except lately, her fantasies had been in over-drive, and in them, she was always helpless, at the mercy of some dashing young man who pushed her to fully enjoy herself, pushing her past her "good girl" inhibitions.
Lyssa let one hand roam from Natalie's breast, sliding it down her body, firmly rubbing her belly, her waist, her hip, slipping beneath her jeans as she leaned forward to nibble Natalie's ear. "We both need this, Nat. Santa says you've been good, and I get to slide up your chimney tonight-- you don't want to piss off the jolly old fellow, do you? He hates it when you reject his gifts...."
Natalie sighed, leaning back into Lyssa. She was getting hot, and there was gonna be no denying it if Lyssa's fingers went any lower; as it was Lyssa was grazing the top of her triangle, and Natalie was tingling-- every nerve singing with need. Sensing the shift, Lyssa guided her away from the sink, and back to her living room. "I don't know, um, don't know what to do...." Natalie whispered nervously.
Lyssa's eyebrows shot up, her face incredulous, "Your body knows what to do just fine, alls you gotta do is keep your head outta the way, and I'll take care of the rest."
Lyssa stroked Natalie's face, bringing her close for a deeply sensual kiss. Natalie found herself fully responding, tongue darting, hands stroking Lyssa's back-- feeling Lyssa's breasts rubbing her own as they hugged was an all new and very welcomed sensation, as was the smoothness of Lyssa's face against hers. Lyssa pushed Natalie into the wall to brace her, pressing her thigh between Natalie's legs, her hands back under Natalie's shirt, teasing and pinching her breasts. Natalie's trembling was becoming as obvious on the outside as it felt on the inside, her breaths escaping in tiny mews.
Quick as lightening, Lyssa pulled Natalie's sweater over her head, and began to suck Natalie's dark red nipples in earnest. Natalie sighed openly, and began to grind against Lyssa's thigh--- her pussy was so wet and swollen with need there was no way she was going to be able to hide it.
Lyssa started gently nipping at Natalie's tits. Her hands now busy with Natalie's belt and jeans, she managed to open them and pull them over Natalie's hips, letting gravity take care of things from there. Lyssa quit the full body contact to assess the situation. Natalie stood back to the wall, her arms still encased in a sweater that had been pulled up and over her head, but not off. Her dark red nipples were as hard pebbles, and stood out from her pale white tits,where just a couple of hickies were blooming. A damp patch was clearly visible on her pink bikini panties, her jeans were around her ankles. She was flushed and breathing rapidly, in flutters.
"Natalie, I want to make you feel good-- do you trust me?"
