"What was that about?" Maggie asks her friend while drying herself off.
"Tim convinced me there was a monster at the bottom of the lake and it still freaks me out. I get scared when I can't see who was swimming with me." Bianca moves over to thee other side as Maggie approaches her.
Maggie's eyebrow quirks. She laughs a little before moving over to where Bianca now stands. "You freak," she says teasingly, "I was the one swimming with you."
Again Bianca moves away from Maggie's approach. "You don't have to be afraid of me you know."
"I'm not afraid of you. I'm afraid of the monster in the lake. I told you." Bianca tries to laugh it off.
Maggie's not convinced. "IF you're not afraid of me than hwy is it that you won't touch me with a ten foot pole?"
"I don't understand what you're talking about."
Maggie sits down on a bench and dries her hair. Her eyes never leave Bianca's face. "Is it the Champagne incident?"
Bianca looks at her, then away. "I thought we were past all that."
"Are we?" Maggie asked.
"Yeah." Bianca offered. "I got your message loud and clear."
"And what message was that?" the older girl now sounding angry.
"Just that...I'm gay. You're not. And I don't want to confuse you with your sister."
"Are you confused now?" Maggie's anger relenting at Bianca's dark eyes filled with pained sincerity.
"No, Maggie, I have a very clear idea about who you are."
"But I still look like her. It must be hard." Maggie tilted her head to search the downcast face still not close enough to hers.
"Hey," Bianca started to pick up her clothes." I can't believe I'm here at this hour! I've got to go home now and get a good night's sleep or else I won't be rested enough for tomorrow! I gotta go!"
Maggie bends down and puts her hand down over the clothes Bianca was meaning to pick up. Bianca immediately moves away from her before they might touch.
"What are you dong Maggie come on." Bianca implores.
"I told you tonight was about being young and free and having fun. You missy are not completed in that until we do the last part."
Bianca makes an adorable growling noise. Finding Maggie's ways both exasperating and charming. "Okay, what?"
"We dry off." Maggie stands up hands out.
"What do you mean dry off? That's what we've been doing." Bianca felt like she should be intuiting something. Whatever it was, she wasn't intuiting it.
"No silly," Maggie grinned, "we lay our towels down," with great flourish she rolls her towel out flat, "we lay down, "she lays down on her back looking up at Bianca who was watching her mesmerized "and we let that cool breeze dry the rest of us off."
"Are you serious? We'll get cold! Besides, we're mostly dry." Even as she protested though, she stepped closer to Maggie.
"Bainca, we are both still dripping. And it's way too warm for us to get cold. Besides, in this heat the breeze will feel so good. Come on, just for a few minutes?" Maggie offered her her best smile.
Bianca's reservations fell at the sight of it and those warm dark eyes. "Alright, but only for a few minutes."
She laid her towel out over the other side.
"Bianca, pick that towel up off that floor right now and get your butt over here."
Bianca quickly glanced over at Maggie. Maggie's eyes were closed, the words had been firm but casual, friendly. Bianca took a deep breath and laid
her towel next to Maggie's......
Bianca tentatively laid down on the towel next to Maggie. Two things happened at once. Maggie repositioned herself so that her head rested on Bianca's bare stomach, and a breeze cooled the drops along their bodies. Bianca could neither help the involuntary clenching of her stomach, nor the bumps raised along her skin.
Maggie hummed appreciatively, her eyes closed. "Isn't it sweet just like I told you?"
"Yeah," Bianca gasped. Her hormones gelled and her mind grew bewildered. Her senses stood on a precarious brink with her emotions. She focused on breathing.
"You gotta listen to me more often. I am older and therefore wiser."
Bianca had to chuckle at that. "Older maybe, but I don't know about the wiser."
"Ah!" Maggie makes mock insulted noises. "I cannot believe you would dis me after I rescued you from an evening of fretting over your lip gloss and dresses, you fem you."
"Hey!" Bianca laughed trying to pretend at being offended but failing miserably. "You just wanted me here to use me as a head rest. I don't think altruistic motives were involved at all."
A very sly, very happy grin spread across Maggie's relaxed features. "Maybe."
"Oh! I feel so used! Get your wet head off my delicate tummy!" Maybe if she joked Maggie would move. For her own sake, for the sake of their friendship, she really needed her to.
"Your delicate tummy?" Maggie opens her eyes and turns her head to look at Bianca. She coos while laughing, "Poor precious tummy that's sooo delicate." She begins stroking a bare area near Bianca's chest with her nearest hand. The area where her head isn't resting.
"That tickles!" Bianca squealed, grabbing the hand that was sending sparks up and down her body.
"Sorry" Maggie said, not sounding sorry at all. "Here." She moved their clasped hands down to her own bare stomach. "Now you have me at your advantage."
At the first feel of Maggie's damp, heated skin under her hand, Bianca's senses went over the edge she was so carefully maintaining.
Maggie acted like it was settled and all was right in the world. Everything was fine, just two friends hanging out together, in the middle of the night after a swim. Everybody gets touchy feely after a good swim right?
Just when Bianca was going to suggest she move, Maggie spoke.
"This is okay isn't it Bianca?" For the first time there was a plea in Maggie's voice. "We can be close like this and just hang out can't we? You know I like you."
As a friend, Bianca thought sadly. It was important to Maggie though. Obviously she wanted to be able to be close to Bianca and feel safe. Bianca did what she found she was doing a lot around Maggie lately. She shut herself down. Trying to ignore the feel of the skin under her hand, it's softness, how it felt when it expanded as Maggie breathed. She ignored the feel of damp tendrils of hair dark with water curled down her own side where Maggie's head rested. She ignored the feel of her heart shattering just that much more knowing this was something else she couldn't have. Someone else she couldn't share her world with, or her heart.
"I like you too Maggie." The words came out nearly colourless. Maggie took her at her word. She relaxed completely with her friend. The tension under her didn't go unnoticed by her however. Determined, she set at making Bianca relax. She began to tell Bianca story after silly story from her childhood and crazy pranks in high school. She finally was convinced it was working after a while when she had not only Binca laughing unreservedly, but the hand on her stomach was absently stroking her skin, causing delicious feelings coursing through her body. Best yet, Bianca seemed unaware of it entirely which pleased Maggie to the extreme. Soon though, those long stroking fingers were brushing along the top of her bikini bottoms. A couple of fingers even went so far as to go just under the elastic. Maggie couldn't stop the reaction her body had to the casually intimate touch.
"You getting cold?" Bianca asked, having felt her friend shiver. She was glad she had suppressed her own desires. Maggie had the most beautiful smile on her face. She wanted her friend to be happy.
"Not cold." Maggie's voice came out thick. She cleared her throat but it remained husky with longing. "But if you keep touching me like that, I'll begin to think we're lovers."
"What?" Bianca thought she misheard but then her wide eyes caught sight of where her errant hand was. In shock she sat up. Dislodging Maggie but only so far as her head now rested in Bianca's lap, eyes dark with want regarding her.
Maggie saw the panic play out on Bianca's face, saw also, the pupils grow so large and dark they blended into a beautiful colour of need lying openly with the fear. A mere second before Bianca pulled away, Maggie grabbed this chance and that lovely hand before Bianca could withdraw it.
"Don't you dare move that hand away." She told Bianca. Having hoped this would happen. Having wanted it for too long.
Bianca couldn't think. And now she couldn't move, effectively pinned by Maggie's head in her lap and her hand holding Bianca's to her body. Under her fingertips she could just feel the beginning of crisp curls. She closed her eyes against her need to pull Maggie to her tightly and let her desires take over. Her breath coming out fast and shallow. She didn't want to lose another person in her life. This couldn't be happening.
"Bianca," Maggie said in a voice Bianca has never heard before, "please don't shut me out. I love that you want to touch me. Please, look at me."
Opening her eyes as if from a dream, Bianca stared at the woman lying on her. "But-"
"No." Maggie firmly cut her off, sitting up but not letting the hand go. She sat with her body nearly across Bianca's lap. With her free hand Maggie held that vulnerable face, felt a heart that has been wounded too much. She felt bad about tricking Bianca like this, knowing she had to take Bianca off guard in order to find out how she felt, really felt, about Maggie. If she would only listen to Maggie, believe her, than maybe Maggie could be the one to finally help fill that great heart and heal it. She certainly wanted to be that person.
"Listen to me Bianca. I care about you. Don't you remember what I said over at SOS? You're intelligent, kickass, and beautiful. God, you're so beautiful. I don't wonder why my sister loved you. I only wonder two things now; why it took me so long to realize that I love you and could you ever feel the same about me?"
"Maggie..." Bianca looked away.
"Bianca, I know it's hard for you to believe in love. I know you're scared but I'm telling you the truth. I want you. I love you. Please, won't you listen to the words in my heart? Won't you feel me like I feel you?"
"Feel you?" Bianca felt like she was falling.
"Feel the truth in my heart." Maggie pleaded. SHE took Bianca's free hand with hers and pressed it over her wildly beating heart. Her soul wide open for Bianca to see.
The world righted itself for Bianca in that moment. AS much as it could with her own heart thundering in her chest. "I didn't know."
"Yeah, I kinda got that clue." Maggie grinned. "So you gonna freak if I kiss you or what?"
Maggie watched Bianca, utterly enamoured with her. She allowed the silence to go on for a moment or two but finally, charmed by the reaction to her words, she gently advised her. "Breathe Bianca."
Bianca blushed as realized she had indeed stopped breathing at Maggie's suggestion. "Sorry."
"Don't ever be sorry. I love how you react to me." She leaned in then paused just a breath away from those full, parted lips. "It is okay for me to kiss you right?" She didn't wait for an answer this time, instead pushing forward and pressing her mouth against Bianca's.
It was a melting softness, spreading warmth through both their breeze cooled bodies. Maggie's hand tangled in hair still damp, finding the wet silken texture more arousing than she could imagine. Finding in the touch of Bianca's lips more rapture than she's ever known. The first brush of Bianca's tongue, questioning against her own, robbed her of breath. Than in a surge of molten desire, she hungrily devoured the kisses offered her, relishing the arm wrapped round her tightening. The mere thought that it was Bianca's tongue in her mouth, exploring her, caused a tightening in her groin. A long moan escaped from her and was swallowed by Bianca's own wanton sounds.
Her hand gripped Bianca's like a vice. She pulled her head back to gaze into those eyes darker than the night sky. Watching Bianca's face for the slightest clue that Maggie was demanding too much, she moved Bianca's hand lower under the cloth.
She gasped aloud, nearly losing consciousness at the first touch of Bianca's fingers sliding into her wet warmth. The orgasm, though small, took them both completely by surprise. Struggling, she kept her eyes open and locked onto Bianca's, wanting her to see, to believe, to know what she felt. All for her.
"Maggie...." No one, no one, had ever let themselves be this open with her before. Bianca wanted, needed to be sure. "Are you sure this isn't too much, too soon? I can stop now but if you don't want this to go further...I'm not a saint Maggie."
In answer, Maggie released her hand only to push Bianca on the ground. Maggie straddled her, pleased that Bianca's hand had stayed with her. She glared lovingly at the woman beneath her. "I don't want you to be a saint Bianca. I want you to make love to me."
"Please."
If the her aggressive sureness wasn't convincing enough, or the thick wetness on Bianca's trapped hand, the 'please' alone would have undid the last of Bianca's resolve. With no more hesitation, Bianca allowed herself to finally revel in what she was being given. To feel all of it. She glided her fingers over the dampness again, loving the moan Maggie sang to her. Firm and careful both, she slid those fingers inside of Maggie, causing them to both groan at the contact. Maggie's muscles contracted immediately around her.
Maggie couldn't believe how good it felt to be with Bianca like this at last. When Bianca began to move those fingers in an excruciatingly slow friction, Maggie cried out and collapsed partially on the woman beneath her.
"Maggie," Bianca whimpered breathless, "you're so wet."
"I know." She panted against the mouth she wanted to taste again, so she did. Pressure grew in her with every stroke of those fingers, with every touch of Bianca's tongue, with the feel of damp hair in tangling in her own hands. It was grew too intense. Maggie needed something.
She pushed up a little. "Off." It wasn't a question and she didn't wait for a response as she pulled Bianca's top off along with her own. For a moment, all movement stopped as they stared at each other openly for the first time. They didn't say the obvious. It was their in their expressions, how beautiful they each found the other. It was only when Maggie slid her naked upper body along Bianca's that she gasped. The silken texture made her head reel. A second orgasm overcame her. Like an echo of the first but stronger.
"You never told me it could be like this." Maggie said.
Bianca took both her hands, feeling the shudder as her fingers left their warm haven. She held Maggie's face tenderly and confessed honestly, "It never was like this before. I love you Maggie."
Bianca kissed the mouth above hers softly. Than she traced the exposed neck with her tongue, nipped skin with her teeth. When she closed her mouth over an already hard nipple, she was rewarded with the most throaty, erotic sound from Maggie, that Bianca had ever heard. Emboldened, she used her teeth and tongue to good advantage while rolling the other bare nipple with a hand, kneading both breasts enthusiastically.
Maggie couldn't take her eyes off of Bianca, watching her moan while she sucked and bit her. Driving her crazy. Maggie couldn't stop the rocking of her hips even if she wanted to. With a growl of frustration, she untied her bikini bottoms and pulled them off. When she rubbed herself naked and wet against Bianca's bare stomach, it was Bianca who cried out against Maggie's chest, clutching at her in sudden sharp need.
The sound was one Maggie found as intoxicating as Bianca's touch. She pulled Bianca away from her chest and made her own way down Bianca's body. First brushing an earlobe with her tongue, feeling more than hearing Bianca's ardent sigh. She sucked on the neck beneath her, the softest area right under the ear. She nearly bit down in surprise when in reaction, Bianca ground her pelvis up against Maggie's. Her hands went to Maggie's hips, pushing the even lower to trap a thigh between hers while pushing a thigh up against Maggie's swollen, wet centre.
"God!" Maggie's fists clenched as both their bodies pushed against each other. The firm softness of Bianca's thigh rubbing against her naked flesh an almost unbearable pleasure. Maggie panted where she lay on Bianca's chest.
It was the feel of Bianca's sodden bikini bottom against her thigh that was too swiftly bringing her over the edge a third time.
"Wait." She breathed. Bianca stopped. Maggie was amazed Bianca was able to hear anything, Maggie's own blood a thudding roar in her ears.
Maggie's hands went to the last strip of garment that separated them. She threw it off and then ran her hands delicately over damp curls. Bianca's hands clenched on Maggie's shoulders in response, heightening Maggie's arousal that much more. She kept up the light stroking and bent her head to taste the nearest puckered breast. Bianca cried out and arched against her. The sudden movement causing Maggie's hand to slip between her folds. The need Maggie felt at the firs first touch of that engorged, drenched silk sharpened her need into a fine point. She sucked a breast hard. She fumbled but found her way inside Bianca, finding the different textures under her hand enthralling. She caught a scent she hadn't noticed before. Under the smell of earth and lake and Bianca's clean skin was something heady. Something she had to taste.
Blindly in her need, she slid down Bianca's body and before Bianca could draw breath Maggie swept her tongue across the swollen folds. Bianca's body arched and convulsed. Her cries now past sound. Her breathing came out harsh and faster, her body dancing beneath Maggie's exquisite onslaught as Maggie explored and discovered every crevice, every nuance to Bianca's body. Soon each stork of Maggie's tongue and movement of her mouth and breath on that tender flesh became paralysing pleasure. Maggie felt the body beneath hers tighten, felt new wetness further dampen her face and she knew that in the nest instant Bianca would climax. Running on sheer instinct, Maggie moved fingers deep inside her lover while taking that oversensitized nub between her lips and sucking it in hard. She opened her eyes to watch up Bianca's body. She had to see her.
The throws of Bianca's orgasm was so beautiful tears flowed form Maggie's eyes. The climax rolling through her and bringing Maggie's own release. And as Bianca came down from soaring heights, Maggie gave the heated damp flesh one last tender caress before moving up to catch her lover and hold her close.
Bianca's head rested against Maggie's chest, listening to Maggie's heart, feeling it's reassuring beat against her. Her arms tightened around Maggie's, who's own embrace held her ever closer in response. The feel of the tangle of their legs, the body wrapped around hers, and the steady beat of Maggie's heart lulled Bianca into a solace she never thought to have.
Maggie gazed at the sleeping beauty she held, charmed beyond words that Bianca would be so overcome and feel safe enough to sleep in Maggie's
arms. She would wake her shortly, but for this moment, that she would cherish always, she wanted to stay in this moment with the keeper of her heart,
for as long as time permitted.
Fin
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