Being next to Heather in the first light of sunrise was a dream-come-true. Her body was soft and warm. Her red hair shimmered beautifully. Hundreds of freckles dotted her back and shoulders; some day I would spend the time to kiss each one. Wind whistled from outside the window, but neither of us cared about what was happening anywhere but in her bedroom.
She came out of her deep sleep slowly, goaded on by my kisses on the side of her neck and on her shoulders. She was a delight to wake up next to. She held my arm tightly to her chest, as if she never wanted to let me go. Almost completely out of her sleep, she gently kissed the palm of my hand.
Brushing her hair to the side, I uncovered her right ear and blew a soft breath of warm air into it. Her whole body shuddered. When I flicked the tip of my tongue inside her ear, she moaned softly. “Oh, Beth, that feels so good.”
“Did you sleep well, angel?”
“Like a baby,” she cooed.
“I think we were both exhausted. I’ll never forget last night.”
“And I won’t either. But we never did get to have the talk we were going to have.”
“Maybe it’s best. When it’s time to talk, we will. For now I am just trying to sort out in my mind why I don’t feel guilty about what we did.”
Heather turned around until we were facing each other, our naked bodies still entwined in a warm embrace. In the soft light of morning her face was even more beautiful than I remembered. “If you don’t think it’s right, Beth…”
“Hey! If I didn’t think it was right, I wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t be here now still wanting to fuck your brains out over and over again. There isn’t one bone inside me that thinks what happened last night was wrong. It was beautiful, Heather.”
She smiled. How I loved her smile! And her face, so flawless even with the sweet freckles of youth. She was the kind of girl who looked perfect without make-up. Maybe a touch of mascara or a dash of lipstick, but otherwise her complexion needed nothing but soft sunlight to bring out the delicate beauty of her skin. I could look at her forever and still be in awe of her sweet appearance.
“I was afraid I would disappointment you, Beth,” she whispered. “I’ve never been with a woman.”
“Could have fooled me, sweetheart. You sure had me turned on.”
I pressed my palm against the side of her cheek. I loved touching her. She pressed her body deeper into mine, crushing our breasts together. I held her tightly and gently scratched her back with my fingernails.
“I want you so much,” I whispered.
She giggled. “And I want you. More than life itself. But I need to pee and brush away my morning breath away before you ravage my body again.”
“Go for it!” I laughed.
“We are going to have to share my toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth too,” she said.
“Sharing a tooth brush doesn’t usually occur until well into a relationship. I am honored indeed!”
We took turns with our morning ministrations. I came out the bathroom feeling totally refreshed as horny as a proverbial hoot owl. Heather had pulled the covers over her body; just her head peeked out from beneath the blanket. I stood next to the bed and looked down at her, naked as the day I was born.
Heather looked at me as her pretty blue eyes roamed the length of my body. “You are so very beautiful, Beth.”
I felt my face blush. How could she know I loved receiving compliments, even if I knew in my heart of hearts I would never make it as a covergirl, except in the eyes of a lover. “Thank you. But you, my dear, are the one who has all the sexy good looks. You are the prettiest girl I have ever known.”
The face above the blankets blushed. “Your boobs are much better than mine," she said softly, looking right at them. "And you have a classic take-home-to-mom look. Except when you are here, with me. Then it’s kinda take-to-bed.”
We both laughed. I jumped on the bed and straddled her, over the top of the blankets. I felt like I had known Heather forever. She was so easy to be with. There was no phoniness, no pretending. With Heather you got exactly what you saw—pure beauty and sincerity.
