Author's note:
Thanks to everyone who read and commented on part 1. This is the second and final chapter of Sumita and Jenna's story. As usual, it's quite long, though for once the sexy bits start near the beginning.
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Jenna woke slowly. She felt warm and light, drifting down a wide, lazy river into consciousness. When she opened her eyes, the room was swimming in morning sunshine reflected off the lake outside the window. She had not been so content in a very, very long time.
There was a painting on the wall opposite the bed, a large canvas of angry reds and oranges. It was one of her own, called Argument, but she was almost as surprised to see it in the morning light as she had been last night. Marco's gallery sold it two months ago, and she didn't know who bought it until stumbling into the bedroom, hands and lips locked together with her new lover. Even in the grip of her desire, it caught her off guard. Of the many delights of the evening, seeing her own painting on the wall was the biggest surprise.
Behind her, Jenna felt Sumita stirring. An arm was slung possessively over her side, the hand lost in a tangle of bed linen. Large, soft breasts pressed against her back, exhaled breath warmed her neck, and the long leg entangled with hers twitched ever so slightly. Sumita mumbled something, nuzzled closer into Jenna, and became still again.
Jenna hadn't expected to stay the night. She had come over in the afternoon to cook with Sumita, to learn how to make a traditional Indian meal, and to get to know her a little better. She was planning to go slow, let Sumita get used to the idea of being with a woman, if that was even what she really wanted. Sumita was a widow, after all, married to a man for something like twenty years. Just a simple, casual afternoon together. No pressure and no expectation. That was the plan, anyway.
Sumita blew Jenna's carefully considered plan to smithereens. Instead of a simple Indian meal, Sumita put together a feast, made entirely from scratch. The whole experience of cooking and eating was amazing, sensual and intimate in a way Jenna had never imagined possible. Afterward, they talked about nothing and everything late into the night, and when Sumita asked her to stay, there was only one answer Jenna could make. When Jenna thought about what they did in bed together, the mellow warmth in her body turned to moist heat, and she tingled all over.
Jenna felt Sumita's body jerk, heard a sharp intake of breath, and suddenly Sumita was awake. Jenna rolled over to face her.
"Good morning," Jenna said, grinning like a kid opening her big birthday present.
Sumita blinked a few times, trying to focus her eyes, and then returned Jenna's big grin. She kissed Jenna on the forehead, got up out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom. Her full, round ass jiggled as she walked, and the way her hips swayed back and forth told Jenna she knew she was being watched, and she didn't mind at all.
When Sumita finished in the bathroom, Jenna took her turn. Sumita had assembled the electric toothbrush for her, with the brand new brush head Jenna had used last night. In the morning light, Jenna noticed the little blue identifying band around the base. The other brush head, sitting in its place on the stand, had a pink band. Jenna chuckled to herself.
"You're such a girl," she said to Sumita when she emerged from the bathroom, in a voice that made it clear that wasn't a complaint. "Pink toothbrush, pink outfit, pink hairband."
"Well you, dear Jenna," Sumita replied, "are all woman."
Jenna fell back into bed next to Sumita, and Sumita pounced, kissing Jenna fiercely on the mouth and pulling her in close. Jenna's body responded instinctively, and Jenna was soon arching her back, pushing her tits into Sumita's willing mouth. One hand was on that wonderfully full, round ass, and the other was gripping a handful of bed linen, an anchor in the storm that was Sumita Desai.
Jenna closed her eyes and let herself feel, just feel. Sumita was new at this - her very first time with a woman had been last night, with Jenna - but what she lacked in finesse, she made up for in pure, raw, burning desire. Sumita wanted Jenna, and Jenna wanted Sumita to want her.
Sumita's hands were everywhere, trying to stroke and to hold and to possess every inch of Jenna's long athletic frame. Her mouth followed, gently nibbling Jenna's ear and nuzzling her neck, and then it was making a line of kisses down her arm, or across her belly, or up the inside of her thigh. Jenna laid her head back on the pillow that still smelled of Sumita and let it happen, all of it. She couldn't stop it, and she didn't want to.
It had been a long time, much too long, since Jenna had felt anything like this. She'd had a few other lovers in recent years, but none of them made her feel like Sumita did.
Jenna felt hands caressing her tits, fingers pinching her nipples. The movement was deliberate and confident, never tentative or hesitant. Jenna cried out when one hand pinched too hard, but the brief flash of pain only made the pleasure that much more intense.
"Sorry," Sumita said, but she didn't stop.
Wet lips replaced fingers around the throbbing nipple, and Jenna moaned. She spread her legs, aching to feel a hand or a tongue between them, but Sumita made no move to satisfy her. Sumita was intent on exploring Jenna's body slowly, by the hidden overland routes that other lovers had neglected, and she discovered sensitive spots that Jenna didn't even know she had: the crook of her elbow, the crest of her ear, the bottom edge her ribcage. Whether this was a deliberate plan or simple inexperience, the effect was the same - it drove Jenna mad with desire.
When Sumita's hand (accidentally?) brushed up against Jenna's pussy lips, already slick with arousal, Jenna actually screamed. Nobody had ever made her scream before during sex. Nobody had even come close. There was something about Sumita, something beyond simple physical desire, that connected her to Jenna in a way she hadn't experienced in years, or perhaps ever.
After Jenna screamed, Sumita finally got the message, and her open mouth landed right between Jenna's legs, licking and sucking and slurping. Jenna closed her eyes and willed her body still, so that she could take in every swipe of Sumita's tongue, every caress of Sumita's fingers inside her. After what could have been twenty seconds or twenty minutes, she heard herself screaming again, her back arched, and the most amazing orgasm crashed over her.
The physical sensation, centered in her clit, wasn't sharp and intense, like she was used to. It was bigger and heavier; it spread throughout her whole body, making her scalp tingle and her toes curl. It seemed to last forever, and Sumita just kept feeding it with her strong fingers and gentle tongue. After the long, tantalizing buildup, this was the release she desperately needed.
"Oh, wow," Jenna finally said when the tremors stopped. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I don't know," Sumita replied. "Years and years of fantasizing, I guess. I still don't really know what I'm doing, and everything is so wet and slippery..."
"That's a good thing, you know," Jenna said, smiling down at Sumita.
Sumita didn't reply. Instead, she snuggled in next to Jenna and kissed her soundly. Jenna could taste herself on Sumita's lips. Her smile grew wider, and she laughed in spite of herself, breaking the kiss.
"What?" Sumita asked, laughing herself.
"You don't really know how amazing you are, do you?" Jenna said, looking into her lover's dark brown eyes. "You've been a lesbian for like ten hours, and you're totally shameless. You went down on me like it was the most natural thing in the world."
"I've been a lesbian my whole life," Sumita replied. "I just didn't know what to about it until last night."
"Fair point," Jenna agreed. "Still..."
"I really did okay?" Sumita asked, sounding a little insecure for the first time since they'd woken up together. "I do want to make you feel good."
