by HR Ringer
"Sammy, I told you shortly after we met that I'm a virgin. We can either spend this night together as very close friends, or…" Xiùlán leaned in, gently placing her lips on Traynor's, enjoying the butterflies in her stomach, the spreading feeling of warmth brought on by this simple act as she slightly pulled away and whispered, "…we can spend tonight exploring each other's bodies, learning to enjoy our sexuality, learning what we mean to each other on a physical level."
"I want to make love to you, Xiùlán," Sam replied. Looking down as a sudden bout of shyness overcame her, she softly added, "And I want you to make love to me… I want to know what having sex feels like with someone that loves me… someone I totally love and respect. I want… I'm ready… for you to take me, Xiùlán." Sam looked into the twin pools of inky darkness that were Xiùlán's eyes. Her tongue stumbled a bit over the pronunciation of the words in Mandarin: "Wǒ ài nǐ yǒngyuǎn, Yuán Xiùlán!
Sam's use of her native tongue brought a smile to Xiùlán that crinkled the corners of her eyes and lit her face with the soft glow of happiness.
"We need to work on your pronunciations and inflections, and I love you forever as well, Samantha Traynor." She kissed Sam again, with purpose this time, using the tip of her tongue to explore soft lips that gradually parted, as if suddenly reluctant to allow entry.
Sam still had her right hand on Xiùlán's shoulder; she slid her palm and fingertips towards her neck, then down her backbone to the back of her bra. Index finger and thumb swiftly released the hook and loop fastener, allowing the straps to swing free. She reached out with her left hand, sliding it under the loosened cups to caress uncovered breasts, something she had wanted to do ever since Xiùlán had pushed them up in the shower to show her the massive bruise on her chest, long since healed.
Xiùlán's hands were busy as well… she had reached into the left cup of Sam's bra to caress the fullness of her breast. When she managed to release the fasteners one-handed and Sam's bra started to fall away from her chest, Sammy grabbed it, shyly holding it across her boobs as Xiùlán continued to fondle her left side. Xiùlán broke her kiss to softly say, "Bǎ nǐ de shíjiān sà mǐ." [把你的時間，薩米 - Take your time, Sami ]; she then rose to stand in front of Sam, hips at eye level, and finished removing her bra. Setting it aside, she turned around and bent at the waist slightly to dim the lights, knowing full well she was providing Sam a close up view of her muscular ass.
Reaching around behind with her hand out, she said softly, "Let me have it, birei." [美麗 - beautiful ] She felt the fabric settle gently in her hand, then gasped in surprise as fingers looped into the waistband of her own panties and began pulling them down past her butt. Placing her hands on her hips, she slowly turned and parted her legs slightly so Sam could get her panties down to her knees, where they dropped to her ankles. Stepping out of her last piece of clothing, she reached behind her head to re-tie her long hair, knowing the effect having her arms up had on the appearance of her breasts. Done with her hair, she slowly cupped each of her boobs in her hands, lifting them up as she tilted her head down and kissed each nipple, then asked, "Jiù xiàng nǐ kàn dàole shénme?" [就像你看到了什麼？- Like what you see? ]
Sammy's face was mere centimeters from Xiùlán's bare pubic mound, which she slowly kissed before looking up at her face; placing her hands on Xiùlán's hips, she slowly stood, planting little kisses as she rose; with her nearly nude body firmly against Xiùlán's, she wrapped her arms around her torso, kissed her neck in the hollow between her collarbones and replied, "You're gonna need to teach me Mandarin if you're gonna keep asking questions I can't understand."
"Just wondering if you like what you see, is all," came the husky response. After a few seconds of looking into her eyes, she added, "Well, what do you think?"
"I think… I know!… you… are… absolutely beautiful, Xiùlán," Traynor whispered in her ear. She planted a little kiss on that ear before continuing, "I don't know what I did to deserve you for a friend, much less a lover."
Xiùlán sat her back down on the bed, then followed, choosing to lie on her back behind her. Sam half rose and turned, using one hand to gently massage a breast; she moved her other hand down the center of Xiùlán's tight belly, fingertips spread wide, barely touching skin, causing her to arch her lower back slightly. Sam dodged her hand to one side, using her fingertips to explore inner thighs just below Xiùlán's sex; groaning in anticipation, Xiùlán raised her arms over her head and gripped the corners of the mattress. As the skin on her breasts tightened, Sam used a fingertip to lightly circle first one, then the other areola, as if tracing an oval to remember the shape and feel of each. Her other hand had finally reached the place she'd sought as she placed her palm on the smooth skin of Xiùlán's mound and ever so tenderly used her fingers to explore the soft, pliant flesh of Xiùlán's vulva, moist and engorged in anticipation.
Xiùlán reached around her friend and slowly pulled her down on the bed to lie beside her. Sam continued to stroke the damp folds of Xiùlán's sex as she brought her head up so she could kiss her yet again. After teasing her with her tongue, Sam bent her body slightly; feeling a hand once more exploring her own breasts, she leaned over and kissed Xiùlán's nipples, then used her tongue to swirl around the stiffening bud of each. Capturing both nipples in turn, she used her teeth to gently nibble on the fully erect blossoms, enjoying the little whimpers, catches in breathing, moans of pleasure and the arching of her back her hand and mouth were causing.
Sam could feel Xiùlán's stiffened clitoris under her fingertips, and concentrated her efforts there; her fingertips were especially sensitive to slight differences in temperature and pressure feedback from her many months of using Haptic interfaces. She stroked Xiùlán's clit between her thumb and forefinger, causing her to move her hips and bend her legs alternately as she dragged her feet up and down the sheet – as Sam continued massaging all 'round, Xiùlán began panting, the skin on her torso slowly became slick with sweat. Xiùlán had moved her arms down beside her, powerful hands grasping the mattress edges in a death grip through the sheet; her entire body gradually stiffened, then came clear of the bed as she gasped, crying out repeatedly as her orgasm washed over her in waves accompanied by rivulets of liquid marking each receding wave.
She gradually relaxed, dropping her body back to her bed; as Traynor continued to lightly stroke her sex, Xiùlán released her grip on the mattress to gently bring Traynor's face to hers, where she applied a kiss, gently to begin with, then adding passion to the probing of her tongue. She finished by using her teeth to nibble tenderly on Sam's lower lip, then said dreamily, "My god, Sà màn shā… that was the most intense climax I have ever experienced. Will we always… I mean… I just never expected…"
Sam placed a fingertip across her friend's lips to quiet her. "I love you, Xiùlán. That makes all the difference in how you respond to me. I take it you really enjoyed your birthday present."
"More than you will ever know, wǒ de bǎobèi." [我的寶貝 – my darling ]
Traynor lightly dragged her fingertips up from Xiùlán's vulva, tracing a meandering path around her navel before laying her arm on her side, hand resting on her hip. Xiùlán rose to a sitting position, then moved and got to her knees beside Sam, who obligingly slid towards the center of the bed, where she could now lie on her back. Xiùlán brought her right leg over so she could straddle Sam's body, knees on the bed beside her hips, hands on either side of her head.
Bending down, she placed another kiss on a willing mouth, then asked, "Nàme, nǐ shì wǒ de shēngrì dàngāo?" [那麼，你是我的生日蛋糕？- Well, you're my birthday cake? ] She slowly jackknifed her body down so she could kiss the pair of beautiful breasts beneath her, then took first one then the other nipple between her fingers and teased them into attention. As she alternated her mouth and fingers from side to side to pleasure Sam's breasts, she unhurriedly slid her other hand down across an extremely firm belly to the waistband of a pair of lacy panties. "
These need to come off, my sweet…" Xiùlán whispered around the nipple on which she was currently nibbling to an accompaniment of little moans interspersed with the hiss of air being drawn into lungs through clenched teeth.
Sliding fingertips under the waistband, Xiùlán surprised Sam by simply continuing on down until her fingers rested on the flesh guarding the entrance of Sam's vagina; another pair of hands, previously busy massaging a pair of deliciously firm breasts hanging down like ripening fruit, moved to hook the waistband of the last bit of cloth guarding Sam's modesty. Raising her bottom in order to slide her panties past her ass first, she looked into Xiùlán's eyes with just a hint of trepidation. "Wǒ ài nǐ, Xiùlán. I am giving up my virginity as well."
Xiùlán kissed each of Sam's knees as she finished removing panties from her muscular legs, then gently spread those legs apart, bringing her own knees up one at a time and placing her legs together between Sam's before sliding them down towards her feet. Sam groaned in pleasure as Xiùlán's talented tongue carved a path down the center of her chest to her stomach, pausing at her navel to explore its delicate folds.
Traynor sighed as she grabbed the length of Xiùlán's hair and laid it to the side, watching as Xiùlán planted little kisses down her belly until reaching her mound, where she buried her nose and mouth in Sam's neatly trimmed bush and teased her with that talented tongue before sliding the tip into Sam's glistening flesh.
She cried out as Xiùlán used her lips to gently pinch her clitoris; then, as she alternated lips and tongue, kissing and licking, she brought a hand down and slowly inserted two fingers into her vagina, curving them upwards to touch her 'hot spot'… this caused Sam to cry and arch her back in ecstasy as Xiùlán massaged her slot with her fingers and continued to caress her clit with her lips and tongue. Sam was panting now as she raised her legs and grabbed them behind her knees to give Xiùlán as much access as she needed. She never knew her sex could be the source of such intensely exquisite feelings of pleasure after the painful shame of Oxford; whimpering and moaning changed to crying out as she got closer and closer to an orgasm, only to have Xiùlán withdraw her fingers and raise her mouth! Sam couldn't believe it!… she was so damned close, and Xiùlán was holding her back!
Xiùlán slowly reinserted her fingers and resumed gently caressing Sam's labia and clit with her tongue and lips. By this time Samantha's entire world had shrunk to the engorged nerve endings in her breasts and vulva as Xiùlán slowly coaxed her closer and closer to an explosive orgasm… she was so close, but wasn't… quite… there… until… Xiùlán again removed her fingers, only to quickly jam her tongue as far into Sam's vagina as she could, causing her to scream as she climaxed in enormous waves of ecstasy and went crashing over the edge, rewarding her lover with several waves of liquid, which Xiùlán readily captured as it cascaded onto her face.
Sam reluctantly released her legs, grabbed Xiùlán's muscled arms and pulled her up over her between her upraised knees – their sweat soaked bodies gliding easily together. Sam kissed Xiùlán's lips, tasting her climax on her tongue and in her mouth. "Damn! Is that… the way… it's always supposed… to be?" Sam panted. "I've never known that kind of pleasure, Xiùlán. That was fantastic!" Giggling, she added, "Ah, I hope you enjoyed your birthday cake as much as I enjoyed feeding it to you!"
Xiùlán hugged Sam tightly, reveling in the feel of her nude body. She kissed Sam, enjoying the taste in her mouth and on her tongue. "May my revered ancestors forgive me! That was absolutely wonderful, Sam!"
Chapter 6: Joesiar Receives A Painful Lesson
Loving someone is giving them the power to break your heart, but trusting them not to. — Julianne Moore
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*** 2179/08/19, 2325 thru 08/20, 0010 ***
Sam bent Xiùlán’s upper body over the basin in the tiny lav that was part of every student’s quarters. Using a large washcloth dampened with warm water and a jasmine scented body wash, Traynor lovingly wiped away the sweat their lovemaking had caused, starting behind her ears, then moving around her hairline down to her neck. Sam used the newly developed strength in her forearms to massage the muscles under the Chinese woman’s smooth-as-silk skin as she washed, eliciting low murmurs of contented appreciation from Xiùlán.
Continuing across her upper back, Sam unhurriedly stroked the woman’s shoulder blades before moving her cloth into the center of her back, marveling at the chiseled vertebra and ribs plainly outlined under her beautifully pale, olive-toned skin. “Your skin is beautiful, Luv,” she commented. “…not a mark on it.”
Slowly moving down, Sam rinsed her cloth, freshened it with more warm water and body wash, then washed armpits, arms and both sides of her torso. Thinking, ‘if there’s a gram of fat in this woman’s body anywhere, damned if I’ve seen any evidence of it!’, she began washing Xiùlán’s tight bum, left side and right side, before reaching in between her ‘cheeks’ and legs. “Feet apart, Luv, so I can make a proper job of it,” Traynor whispered into an ear.
“Ahhhh, Sammy,” Xiùlán responded in a sudden bout of shyness. “I can reach all of that myself.”
“I know you can… and that’s not the point. Are you being modest now, after what we just did to each other? There’s nothing between your legs any different than mine, Xiùlán. If I’m to wash you, it has to be top-to-bottom, head-to-toe, and everything in between. I want to do this, Luv, so move your feet apart. Come on…”
Xiùlán groaned in mock protest but did as she was asked. She couldn’t deny that Traynor’s loving attention to every centimeter of her body was enjoyable. She stiffened slightly as a cloth covered hand gently stroked her crotch several times from front to back. Sam rinsed the cloth again, applied a bit more body wash, then crouched as she washed the pair of especially well-muscled legs – thighs and calves, then ankles and feet, lifted from the floor, lower leg held between her own thighs like a farrier holding a horse’s hoof.
With her feet complete, Sam couldn’t resist planting a kiss on each side of Xiùlán’s tightly muscled bum before standing to rinse, apply body wash and turn her lover around to face her.
Xiùlán gazed at Sam in an appraising manner. “What were the little kisses for, Sammy?”
“Do I really need to tell you? Wǒ ài nǐ, Xiùlán! I want to kiss you all over.”
With her lover facing her, Sam planted a little kiss on the tip of her nose; she suddenly realized Xiùlán had a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose as she lovingly washed her face ‘…how could I have not noticed before?’ came the thought; Sam continued along her neck under the chin, her shoulders and upper chest, breasts, midriff and front of her pelvis. Thinking ‘my god! what a tight belly you have!’, she rewashed Xiùlán’s thighs at their juncture with her torso, then went over her entire body again with a different cloth, dampened with a non-scented moisturizer, in order to wipe off the remainder of the body wash; Sam then patted her skin dry with a fluffy towel. “All done, Luv. Feel better?”
“Mā de, sà mǐ! I could really get used to this pampering,” Xiùlán grinned. “You make me feel like I’m the most important person in your life.”
“You are the only person in my life!” Sam giggled. “Now, it’s my turn to be pampered. Just follow my example.”
Xiùlán washed Sam’s body in much the same manner as Sam had washed hers, using the opportunity to visually and tactilely explore every centimeter of her medium brown skin. Traynor wasn’t as ‘muscled up’ from her physical training as Xiùlán would like, but she was making good progress; there was virtually no fat under her skin. Even the Venusian dimples on either side of her lower back appeared a bit more prominent than the day they’d first showered together. She was surprised to discover Sam’s skin was a shade lighter in color on her ass and boobs (despite the first impression of their communal shower).
Xiùlán wasn’t pleased at having to struggle with feelings of arousal that came with washing Sam’s full breasts and placing her cloth covered hand in her cr
otch. “How do you manage to stay on track when you’re doing…” Xiùlán washed Sam’s boobs a second time, “…these? I just want to drop everything and drag you back into bed!”
“Concentrate on cleaning my skin,” she replied, “not on the objects the skin is covering.” Sam drew a ragged breath through her teeth once, when the woman’s hand, capable of killing with one blow, had gently washed her labia and between the cheeks of her bum. She continued through gritted teeth, “I know they’re enjoyable as playthings, but that’s for later. Right now, it’s cleanup time. It’s an opportunity for us to bond in a different way, as important as making love, maybe more so.”
“Making love? Thought we were just pleasuring each other, satisfying our mutual lust.”
“We were doing that as well, Luv. The two aren’t mutually exclusive, you know.”
Xiùlán finished washing Sam’s legs and feet; being intimately familiar with her legs, she approvingly noted the musculature, particularly the quads, had grown larger and more defined since she had begun Sammy’s training program.
Looking at her knees, Xiùlán discovered a number of scars on each; most looked to be faded reminders of childhood accidents… one or two had their own faint scarring denoting stitches.
Standing again, Xiùlán applied moisturizer to her lover’s entire body, particularly elbows, knees and ankles, then patted the rest of her body dry. Taking Sam’s face in her hands, Xiùlán kissed her softly on the mouth, then said, “Come on… we have to change the sheets and remake the bed before we crawl in….”
*** 0317 ***
Samantha woke up slowly, not wanting the dream she had been experiencing to end just yet; there had been white sand, warm breezes wafting over cool ocean water to rustle the fronds of the palm trees behind her, puffy white clouds in the distance, drifting slowly in an azure sky, and no one around as far as the eye could see. She gradually realized her pillow, although warm, was rather more stiff than she was used to. Also, someone was behind her, very close.