Kristen was having the most delicious dream. She felt like she was floating on the ocean, rising and falling with the waves. Overhead, bright blue, cloudless skies seemed to go on forever. The sun was warm. In fact, it was downright hot. She could feel the heat rising in her body, and she reveled in the feeling it gave her.
The waves seemed to be carrying her toward the shore, which wasn't too surprising. That's what waves did, after all, but as she came closer and closer to the beach, the waves seemed to grow in intensity. The peaks became higher and higher, and she tried to guess which wave would be the one that carried her to the burning sand.
Upward the waves carried her, so high now that she started to become somewhat anxious, but the water was warm, and she felt its wetness all over, and it felt amazingly good, so she gave in to the feeling.
The thing about dreams is that they rarely have continuity, and rarely do they reach fruition. The falling man wakes up before he hits the ground; the student sleeps through the final exam for the class she hasn't attended all semester, they always end with us waking up wondering where we are.
As Kristen drew closer and closer to the shore, rising higher and higher on the waves, she was no different. Just as she thought she was about to hit the beach, she awoke from the dream with a start, and in that instant, three thoughts ran through her head. The questions that occurred to her happened at the speed of thought, which is to say, almost instantaneously and almost at the same time, but in order, they were:
1."Where am I?"
2."What is that sensation I'm feeling?"
3."Oh my God! Am I'm cumming?"
Before she was fully awake, the wave that had been building within her body dashed her body upon the shore, where she felt herself writhing and gasping like the two lovers in "From Here to Eternity."
It was then that her brain connected the dots.
First, she knew where she was: She was in Rachel's bed.
Second, she now knew what that sensation had been: It was Rachel's tongue on her clit.
And that second realization certainly explained that wave that was washing over her.
Kristen opened her eyes and looked down her naked body to see Rachel looking up at her from between her legs. Her face was shiny with Kristen's juices, and she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat in "Alice in Wonderland."
"Good morning, Beautiful," Rachel said. "I'm sorry I woke you, but I just couldn't wait anymore."
Kristen laughed.
"Don't apologize! I'd like to wake up like that every morning. In fact, could I leave an 8 a.m. wake-up call for tomorrow too!"
The two women broke into laughter, and Rachel crawled up Kristen's body to snuggle next to her. She leaned in to kiss her, but Kristen turned her head away.
Rachel was momentarily hurt until Kristen said, "Wait until I brush my teeth! Yuck, I have morning breath."
"Yeah, well my breath smells like tuna," Rachel joked.
"Eeewww!" Kristen said, playfully swatting Rachel on her behind. "I hate it when guys say we taste like tuna!"
"I'm just joking!" Rachel replied laughing. "You don't taste anything like tuna."
"Good," Kristen said, "I was about to get a complex. Now let me up. I have to tinkle."
"OK, you go tinkle, and I'm going to make us some breakfast. I'm starved, and if you recall, we left our dinner sitting uneaten on the table last night."
"Last night," Kristen thought. "God, it seemed so long ago. And to think, that in just a little more than 24 hours, her whole life had changed dramatically."
It all began when Kristen couldn't sleep the previous night, and it had ended with Rachel's face buried between her legs, culminating in the first lesbian experience for both women. The reality of what had happened hadn't even begun to sink in, but Kristen knew her life had changed — for the better she hoped — but she knew there would be consequences to deal with.
Rachel could see the look of concern flash across her best friend's face, and knew what she must be thinking.
"Hey ... I love you. Get yourself cleaned up a little and join me in the kitchen. I know we need to talk. Everything will be OK. OK?"
Kristen smiled sheepishly at Rachel. "Am I that easy to read?"
"Yes," Rachel said simply.
"OK. I'll be there in a minute," Kristen said.
Rachel turned to go, but Kristen stopped her.
"Rachel ..."
"Yes?"
"I love you too," Kristen said looking directly into her eyes.
To Kristen, the smile that came over Rachel's face was as pleasing as the orgasm she had just experienced.
Rachel turned for the kitchen before Kristen could see the tears forming in her eyes. She had never had a man tell her that he loved her; at least, not in the simple way Kristen had just said it. She hoped that Mark would feel the same way about her someday.
When Kristen joined Rachel in the kitchen, the gourmet chef was whipping up a breakfast strata with sun-dried tomatoes and roasted red bell peppers. She had cut up fresh fruit and put out some bagels and low-fat crème cheese. A large glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice awaited Kristen, and she gulped it down as if she hadn't had a drink in weeks.
"God, what did you do to me last night," she gasped after downing the juice.
"As I recall, it was you doing the doing last night," Rachel giggled. "That's probably why you're so thirsty."
The thought of what Kristen had done to Rachel last night, and vice-versa this morning, brought renewed wetness between Kristen's thighs.
"God, maybe we'd better talk about something else; otherwise, I'm going to take you back to bed, and we'll waste another meal," she teased.
"Hey, eat all you want, I'll cook more," Rachel said mischievously, lifting up the front of her short silky negligee, revealing her nakedness below.
Kristen groaned.
