The Love of Her Death

by Luna Carrol

  "I'll be close."

  "Excellent.” Marie buried her head in the trunk while a puff of blue taffeta and silk formed a mushroom at the base.

  Donnes looked away but heard the door open and close. She shouldn't have snapped at Colin. He couldn't help it. Marie was beautiful and busting out all over the place.

  "Ah ha.” Marie pulled out so many undergarments that Donnes grew frightened. “We have just enough."

  A corset, hosiery ... were those pantaloons? How could those things make her more attractive? All of the layers of clothing would make her feel bloated. “That's just enough?"

  "You are not familiar with these things?” Marie must have seen her reaction.

  "No. Well, we don't wear all of that in my time."

  "Time? You mean in America?"

  Donnes studied her. No wonder Marie thought she dressed like a man. The woman had no idea that Donnes was from a different time period—a simpler time in so many ways.

  "Never mind."

  Marie stood and brought the things to Donnes. “I will help you. It is nothing complicated."

  Donnes looked at the white and lacey things. So frilly. She touched the rough lace. That won't be comfortable.

  Donnes stood. “Okay. But I don't think I'm going to like this."

  Marie sat the things on the table. Her eyes turned quickly to Donnes. “You will like it. I'll make sure of it."

  Somehow the topic took on another meaning. Donnes just knew the look in Marie's eyes meant she referred to something other than clothing.

  Marie lightly touched Donnes’ hair. “You are beautiful.” She took a step closer.

  Donnes couldn't breathe. Marie's mouth was so close now. So moist ... and her breath was so sweet and warm. Her lips would feel just like tender flower petals.

  Marie laid her lips on Donnes'.

  Her stomach clenched. She couldn't believe it. A woman was kissing her—the same woman Colin found so attractive.

  Marie's kiss grew more demanding as Donnes parted her lips. Colin had wanted this woman. He probably would have taken her right here if Marie had extended the invitation.

  Marie's tongue was small and firm but precise. It was not at all full and soft like Cowboy's. Darting into Donnes’ mouth, she demanded a response. There couldn't be a shy bone in this woman's body.

  Her hands gently cupped Donnes’ face as she opened her passion filled eyes. “You are sweet, mon cher."

  Donnes couldn't speak. To be doing this with another woman! This was so wrong! That's all she ever heard growing up.

  Marie's fingers trailed lower to Donnes’ blouse. “I will make sure you like everything."

  Donnes felt the muscles in her pussy respond. Never had the mere thought of what was to come turned her on so much. This couldn't be new to Marie, so she would have to take the lead.

  The feelings pumping through her body were very much like those of a virgin, uncertainty and even a little fear. Butterflies filled her stomach at the thought of doing things to Marie to make her moan.

  Marie paused long enough to toss her bonnet aside. “There now. I'm free."

  Free? Free to do what she wants. Donnes’ mind raced with the possibilities. She was free to do anything. Donnes smiled.

  Marie's fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse. “Sometimes it is better not to see everything.” She cupped the underside of Donnes’ breasts and pushed them higher. “See? I do not see everything, but my mouth waters to know what is hidden."

  Marie's mouth lit on the new swells of Donnes’ breasts. Her lips and tongue created heat waves. Again, Marie's hands began working. She pushed Donnes’ jacket and blouse off, dropping them to the sofa behind her.

  "You're a beautiful shape, Donnice. Even without a corset, your waist curves like a woman. Imagine what the corset will do for your figure."

  Donnes’ fingers gently touched a perfect curl on Marie's head. She had put so much work into this style. Donnes couldn't bring herself to really touch it. Much like a China doll's hair, her curls set in springs would easily pull apart.

  Marie removed Donnes’ bra easily, kissing where a strap was then kissing a revealed nipple. So tender, her mouth pulled the nipple in and sucked. An aching need flushed through her body as Marie's tongue coaxed the nipple into a tight bud.

  Donnes half closed her eyes. Wanting to see this unbelievable sight, she couldn't bring herself to completely close them. A woman's mouth was causing her nipple to ache with pleasure. She shouldn't have resisted this her whole life. Why had she?

  Because her aunt would have freaked out. That's why. Even after her aunt died, she still lived the way she always had. That wide mouthed gasp of her aunt's stuck in her mind and prevented her from doing anything too outlandish.

  Marie's mouth moved to Donnes’ other nipple. She looked past Marie's head as it moved.

  Colin! He stood just outside the glass panel of the door. He was watching!

  "Um ... Marie?” She placed her hand on Marie's shoulder.

  "Oui?"

  "We're being watched."

  Marie smiled up at Donnes. “I know. He said he would, and I said I wanted his opinion later."

  Once more her eyes settled on Colin as Marie's mouth closed over her nipple.

  Mixed emotions flooded her. Colin watching made her want him, but, at the same time, she didn't want him watching. Jesus! Had he watched her and Cowboy? Would he discuss this with Marie later? Donnes closed her eyes.

  There was no way of knowing what he was thinking, but Marie's mouth didn't stop and give her time to think about it either.

  "He wanted to see you, mon cher."

  Donnes looked down at Marie.

  "Lie back and make him want you."

  Make him want me. Marie's words echoed in her mind. Of course, if Marie desired her, then he would see how ... wait. That was ridiculous. If he wanted her, she wouldn't need to make him.

  "Lie down.” Marie's soft blue eyes appeared so sure.

  Donnes nodded and eased back onto the sofa. She really needed to stop this. Colin made it perfectly clear that he would have sex if she wanted. Still, there was something sexy about showing him she could have someone he found attractive and still be hard to get.

  Like Marie said when unbuttoning her blouse, the mouth can water for the thing you can't see or, in this case, the person you can't have.

  Marie eased off Donnes’ pants for the second time in less than two hours. She would definitely remember this night, and she certainly wanted Colin to remember it.

  "Your skin is so fair.” Marie kissed Donnes’ hip bones between words. “Lift this leg onto the cushion."

  Donnes placed one foot on the sofa behind her, extending her arms to the sofa to keep her balance, and closed her eyes so as not to see Colin's face now. It would be so much easier if she couldn't see those smoldering eyes watching her.

  Marie gently parted her pussy's lips, exposing her to full view. “I will enjoy this. It is something you have to experience."

  "I do?” Donnes’ words came from a near dry mouth.

  "You should, mon cher. Our lives are so short. You should deny yourself nothing."

  Marie's tongue flicked her clit. A moan escaped her throat, surprising Donnes. For some reason, she didn't expect such a deep moan from someone as petite as Marie.

  Donnes leaned her head back and moaned. She really should have done this a hundred times before now. Using her own hand to open herself, she freed Marie to do as she wished and even pushed a little against that soft, pink mouth.

  Marie covered her clit with her full, wet mouth. Sucking and twirling her tongue until Donnes was as wet as she had ever been.

  Without even thinking, Donnes pushed her mound higher and closer to Marie's hungry mouth. Gone was any inhibition now. The only thing that mattered was her wet mouth and the overwhelming need to feel more.

  The train entered a tunnel and everything went jet black. She wanted to react to the sudden darkness but couldn't bring herself to stop Marie
's mouth for very long. With haste she sat down fully and took advantage of the dark. With the pitch blackness hiding her embarrassment, she spread her legs wide and guided Marie back to finish what she had begun. The split moment that Marie took to return to her caused an unbearable ending of near satisfaction. Now, it would take many more licks to bring her back to that pinnacle of desire.

  Marie's warmth covered her naked form once more. With a deep kiss, Marie once more inserted her finger. Lowering her kiss, she once again covered Donnes’ clit with her mouth. Her small tongue flicked quickly as her finger began entering repeatedly.

  Donnes bent her legs at the knees and allowed them to fall apart. She spread herself completely just before the train exited the tunnel, and Marie's mouth found a delicious rhythm once more. Throwing her head back to rest on the bench, Donnice closed her eyes very briefly and then opened them to look where Colin had been standing.

  Colin hadn't moved other than he now leaned on his forearm placed over the glass panel. Their eyes locked. She wanted him now. There was something so frightening and alluring about his eyes. She feared him and desired him, too.

  Marie's ministrations and her desire for Colin tore a climax from her. Grinding into Marie's mouth and onto her finger, all she thought of was how wonderful it would be to fuck Colin now. Keeping his dark gaze in her vision, she pulled as much from her orgasm as she could.

  "Mon dieu, Donnes. Your cream is delicious.” Marie looked up. “And now, my turn?"

  She really expected Donnes to do it. Oh my God. She couldn't refuse. That would be just too rude. After such intimacy, could she really feel embarrassed?

  She watched Colin's eyebrow arch and his chin tilt as if to question her. He really wanted her to. He practically dared her. Fine. If it's a show he wants, then a show he will get.

  Marie stood, shook off her underclothing and allowed it to drop to the floor beneath her dress. With a sweet smile, she backed onto the sofa directly across from Donnes. Her proud positioning told her that she wasn't in the least bit nervous or naïve about what Donnes would do.

  Donnes lowered her leg and stood. She could do this. Cowboy said it would be good. Walking to Marie, she lowered her mouth to kiss her deeply. The moan she heard from Marie only served to encourage her to grow bolder. She cupped one of the lovely and pushed up breasts. Even with them covered by the dress and every other imaginable undergarment, they were full and round enough to tell Donnes all she had ever wondered about another woman's tits.

  She kissed Marie's neck and delighted in how she laid her head back and submitted to her. A thrill of total dominance overcame her.

  Donnes pulled the other woman's skirt up her thighs while kissing the rounded tops of her breasts. Only Marie's moans told her she was doing anything right, but that didn't concern her. Her only thought was for herself and possessing this woman before her. It was so odd. Focusing on her own pleasure only seemed to intensify the writhing of Marie's hips as well as her moans.

  Marie eagerly spread her legs for Donnes. There couldn't be a shy bone in her body, but, with a body like hers, shy just didn't belong. Marie embodied all the feminine charm a woman could want to possess, and possess her she would.

  Donnes lowered herself to her knees. She had expected thick dark hair along Marie's slit. The idea of the French woman having a neatly trimmed snatch hadn't crossed her mind. When exactly did women start cutting and shaving their pubic hair? If there would be a way for a woman to look more appealing to a lover, then someone like Marie would know it even if she did things ahead of her time.

  Donnes wasted no more time. She laved her tongue over the hardened bud of Marie's clit. Massaging the clit and listening to Marie's uninhibited moans only made her feel more like a woman in charge. What a glorious feeling. She could do anything to this woman and get nothing but Marie's willing and succulent moans in return.

  Donnes eased two fingers deep into Marie's tight hole. The dampness lubricated her fingers and made them slick. Pulling and pushing, Donnes smiled triumphantly as the woman moaned louder.

  Marie pushed against Donnes’ mouth and fingers, demanding more.

  "Faster, mon cher. I am so close."

  Donnes’ mouth grew sore as she returned mouthing the tender morsel set before her, but she refused to disappoint Marie. Her tongue quickened as her fingers moved in and out faster, deeper.

  A flurry of soft spoken French words and Marie's lowered hips signaled her release. Marie's hand lit on Donnes’ hair.

  Donnes eased her fingers back and witnessed the white cream of her cum following. Somehow Donnes just wasn't ready to do the things like tasting and smelling that Cowboy had done. Instead, she lowered Marie's skirt and laid her head in Marie's lap, basking in the knowledge that she had brought the woman to the bliss she now enjoyed.

  Satisfied and delighted with the knowledge of having curbed her curiosity, Donnes allowed her eyes to close for a moment.

  * * * *

  Cool hands on her back eased her awake. “Donnice?"

  She had been holding a pillow. She snuggled in deeper. Her body was comfortably stiff, weighty in its position. Just five more minutes.

  "Donnice, she's gone.” Colin's voice and statement caused her to jerk awake.

  She was still naked! She pulled the pillow around to cover her body as she faced him. The tiny plush pillow couldn't possibly cover every part of her.

  He had seen everything. He watched her do things that she wouldn't watch others do on television in the privacy of her own bedroom ... with the doors locked and lights off. Oh shit, the heat covering her face had to be visible.

  "Where is she?” She attempted to tuck even more of her nude body behind the tiny pillow.

  "She reached her destination.” His voice revealed nothing of what he had seen.

  Donnes ran a hand through her mess of tangled locks. “What? Just like that? How? You never explained that to me."

  Colin smiled. “When you reach your destination, it will be just as quick."

  The idea of just popping out of someone's arms terrified her, but seeing Colin's eyes lowering over her pillow made her think about the here and now. She gave him a stern look and cleared her throat.

  His eyes darkened. The thoughts were there. She didn't need to be a mind reader. Hell, she had wanted him ... but now. Now, she didn't know again.

  "You watched us.” The pillow hid too little.

  His smile didn't quite materialize, but his eyes shone with inner knowledge. He extended his hand in offer of assistance to stand. “I did."

  She shook her head emphatically and hugged her pillow tighter.

  He chuckled. “Do you require anything else?"

  She looked at her clothing on the other sofa. The cramped passenger car now seemed entirely too big.

  Colin's head turned to follow her line of vision. “Ah, yes. I suppose you want your new clothes?"

  He walked to the frilly under things left by Marie. Lifting the hose with one finger, he smiled. “They are much more attractive than your other things."

  Another dig. He could think of an insult on a dime. She set her jaw and cocked an eyebrow. “Where are my regular clothes?"

  "Exactly where you left them."

  She looked to the bench again. They were there. She narrowed her eyes. They weren't there before. Looking to Colin, she opened her mouth to question him. How could her clothes be gone and then there again within a split second?

  Colin chuckled. “I'll leave you to decide.” He started to walk away but stopped just short of exiting. He looked back at her. “Of course, I could show you how to dress in them. Perhaps I could tie your laces for you?"

  Just look at his smug ass grin. She should pop him. In fact, if he were closer ... “I think I can manage."

  "Too bad. I would have enjoyed seeing you in them."

  He laughed and finally left the car.

  "I bet you know how to take these things off better than put them on.” She sighed. Of course. There's the quip,
late as usual.

  She stood and walked to the other sofa, still pressing the pillow to her body. The pervert could return at any moment. She would keep as covered as she could while dressing. Damn him for making it even more difficult than it had to be. “Tie my laces. Really!"

  Chapter Six

  Damn, she caused him to ache. He gripped the metal railing of the train car's end. Even concentrating on the quickly retreating tracks beneath him couldn't take his mind off of the painful bulge in his slacks. He tossed his head back and sighed.

  Visions of her heated core exposed for that other woman's mouth made him cover his eyes and press hard. She shouldn't be creating such a reaction in him. Not only that, but she shouldn't be able to resist him. Didn't her soul seek release? He sure as hell did. Damn it, even the cool night air didn't help him.

  He should probably just end it. Take her soul and be done with it. However, she intrigued him in a way no one else ever had. How is it that she could resist him? A soul hungered for release, and that's exactly what his type provided.

  He could understand her initial hesitation. The body naturally attached itself to the soul, and it hated to let go. After the experience with the cowboy, most women would have loosened up. No, not her. Then, the French woman. If a sexual experience with a man didn't work, surely a lesbian experience would encourage some flexibility in her conventional beliefs, if for no other reason than her need to reach a desirable destination for her soul. But no. Not for Donnice. Life clung to her unlike anyone he had ever seen.

  He groaned and adjusted his crotch. Who was he trying to fool? He didn't give a shit about her destination right now. All he wanted was to feel her writhe below his mouth like she had for Marie, but he also knew the consequences of taking her into his arms. To put it plainly, it would mean not being able to hold her again ... ever.

  "Shit, Colin, what difference does that make to you?” He spun and jerked the door to the train open again. Holding someone more than once had to be overrated anyway.

  * * * *

  She lifted her bra from the sofa then looked at the corset Marie left for her. Marie's idea stuck with her. Maybe she could make herself look better without being too revealing. Heck, she wouldn't even have to change her clothes, just something that no one could see.