Gabrielle closed her eyes and fell into the kiss, despite the fact that there were parts inside her telling her this was wrong. She grew up in a world that did everything it could not to acknowledge homosexuality, and if it wasn’t for Gabrielle’s own natural curiosity and the fact that she had some rather uninhibited friends, Gabrielle probably wouldn’t have had a clue what the possibilities were between her and Xena.
She could remember some of her fellow students snickering about Genevive behind her back, calling the older teacher a lesbian, a dyke, and worse.
Genny never reacted much to the taunting, and finally, one day, Gabrielle got up the nerve to ask her about it. Genny had just laughed and waved her hand, then said, “Let them say what they want; I know the truth and that’s all that matters.”
Her carefree attitude, as always, amazed Gabrielle. “But that’s so…personal,” the young blonde had stuttered, her face flushing from just thinking about it.
The girl had lowered her eyes too much to see the professor eyeing her curiously. She spoke again, “I supposed that even if it were true, I wouldn’t give those loudmouths the satisfaction of knowing.”
Gabrielle had interpreted that as being Ginny’s way of telling her she wasn’t lesbian. Still, in all the time Gabrielle knew Genevive, Gabrielle had never seen her in the company of men. Several times though, Gabrielle had been introduced to various lady friends. However, there was never any activity to suggest Genevive might be intimate with any of them.
Gabrielle could remember having long talks with herself in regards to the sexual preference of Genevive. More than once, she had questioned the possibility that her professor was lesbian, and had analyzed what she would do if she were to find out it was the truth.
And every time she had come up with the same solution…that she would never let the woman’s sexual preference affect their friendship.
Satisfied with that, if she’d admit it to herself, there were still a lot of thoughts Gabrielle had. Mainly, what would draw a woman to seek out sex with another woman?
Really, the question to Gabrielle was why bother with sex at all? The only one she’d even been remotely close to in regards to that subject was Perry. The longer they went out, the more bolder he’d grown, until Gabrielle grew so uncomfortable that she had asked him to back off.
He had gotten quite acquainted with her breasts outside her clothing, and though it wasn’t exactly comfortable, it wasn’t uncomfortable either, and Gabrielle hadn’t stopped him. However, when he grew braver and encouraged her to touch his lower body, and had tried to do the same to her, Gabrielle would pull away and ask him to please stop. He always did, apologetically, yet the next time they were alone, he would just try again, with the same results.
Never once, did Gabrielle feel any king of sexual spark with Perry’s touch. Any feelings were more like the normal reaction a body would have to being touched in a friendly manner. Nothing special, by any means. Her body responded much better to her own fingers in the darkness and solitude of the night.
But now, if Gabrielle had any concerns that she might not be as sexually responsive as she should, they were long gone. Just being this close to Xena, knowing Xena was aroused, smelling and seeing the results of it, made Gabrielle very excited as well. It was though there was an electric wire running from Xena’s body to her own. All Xena had to do was make a small movement or a sound, and Gabrielle’s body responded as though it were being touched intimately.
The fact that Xena was a woman should have bothered Gabrielle, but it didn’t. Gabrielle was aware of Xena’s gender, of course, but it didn’t seem to be playing a major factor in her internal discussion as to what she should do with the dark haired woman. In her head, Gabrielle had easily made her decision. She wasn’t attracted to a woman rather than a man. She was attracted to Xena.
Xena had laid back on the bedroll, as Gabrielle had directed, and she moaned in the back of her throat when Gabrielle’s mouth lowered to hers. Her hands came up immediately to clench at Gabrielle’s shoulders, and she pulled the shorter woman down so Gabrielle’s upper half was lying parallel with hers.
Gabi4rlell eagerly moved, and then lifted her hands to cup Xena’s face. She tried to ignore the rhythmic rolling of Xena’s hips against her own. The dark woman was still on her back, but her hips were swaying back and forth provocatively on the fur.
Gabrielle opened her mouth, and her tongue prodded Xena’s slightly parted lips. Xena gasped against Gabrielle’s mouth, obviously taken by surprise, and then her mouth relaxed again, and Gabrielle easily slid inside.
Xena was taken by surprise by this new development, but quickly learned the sensuous feeling of Gabrielle delicious tongue sliding throughout her mouth was an incredible addition to the act of kissing.
A long groan was wrenched from Gabrielle when she felt Xena’s lips closing around her tongue, and Xena beginning to suck on the organ.
Gabrielle melted against Xena. She felt her floodgates open up down lower, and suddenly realized she would have a very hard time doing as she had planned, concentrating on bringing Xena pleasure. Her own demands threatened to overwhelm her, but she was determined to complete her self-given mission.
She finally, and reluctantly, pulled her mouth back from Xena’s. The dark-haired woman’s head came up in an effort to continue, but Gabrielle gently put her hands on Xena’s shoulders and pushed her back to the bed.
“No…” Xena’s voice was so raw and husky, and it caused another shiver to shimmy its way out of Gabrielle’s body.
“Xena…need touch…” Xena moaned in a pleading voice. She took Gabrielle’s hand and pulled it downward, toward her center.
“I know, Xena,” Gabrielle said, trying to keep her tone soothing. “I want to show you how it can be better.”
Xena exhaled noisily, and continued to look at her warily. Sensing she at least understood what Gabrielle was trying to say, Gabrielle smiled and gave a little nod. “Please, Xena, I want to make you feel very good…maybe even better than you do when you touch yourself.”
Xena glanced at her own fingers, then down at Gabrielles’ which were still holding her shoulders. She sighed deeply, then nodded shakily.
Gabrielle beamed. “Thank you, Xena,” she said. Then carefully, gently, she lifted up with her hands and urged Xena to lay her hands out flat above her head. “Try to keep them there, Xena, okay?” Again, she got the tentative nod.
Gabrielle was up on her knees, bent down over Xena’s head, and she watched Xena lick over her lips again. She bent down long enough to give the dark woman a quick hard kiss, and then straightened up again. Starting at the wrists she still grasped, Gabrielle began to slide her hands down Xena’s arms, letting her fingers tickle the delicate skin on the inside of Xena’s wrists.
“Ahhh…” the sweet little sound that hummed out of Xena encouraged Gabrielle. She slowly trailed her fingers over the inside of Xena’s elbows, and then up her bicep, noting she raised goosebumps in her wake.
Xena’s head automatically came toward Gabrielle’s when she bent even closer, but Gabrielle shook her head. Understanding, Xena lowered her own head, back to her fur, watching Gabrielle closely.
Gabrielle was within just a hairsbreadth of Xena, and she gingerly ran the fingertips of both hands over Xena’s forehead, then her eyebrows, and then the closed eyelids. As her fingers moved down further to trace the outline of the fine nose, Xena’s eyes fluttered back open.
Gabrielle couldn’t believe how dark blue Xena’s eyes had become in the few minutes that had past. But she was drawn to the sensuous mouth now.
Once again, she took her time as she traced the outline of the perfectly curved, plumped lips. She smiled briefly when Xena’s tongue poked out long enough to give a brisk lick over her fingers.
The blonde’s fingers moved down to Xena’s neck and collarbone, and her mouth took the same path her fingers had used earlier.
Xena tasted salty, and sweet, reminding Gabrielle of a warm summer day.. She lightly licked a path down over Xena’s features, savoring the different textures. When she got to the lips, Xena tried again to kiss her back, but Gabrielle just licked her lips slightly, then continued to move lower.
“Oh, Gabrielle…” Xena drew out the syllables sensuously. Her head had tilted back to better receive Gabrielle’s mouth along the curve of her neck. Gabrielle snuggled in closer, and when her lips found Xena’s pulse point, she began to suck lightly.
Xena liked this immensely and in no time, was writhing and shivering beneath the tumult of Gabrielles’ mouth. “Need…touch…” Gabrielle heard her gasp out, and the shorter woman recognized that Xena was soon going to be beyond control.
She adjusted her position a bit, and suddenly, felt the fur of Xena’s top brushing under her chin.
More importantly, she felt what was underneath the fur brushing her chin. She pulled back from Xena’s neck, not nearly as reluctant to stop now, since her mind was suddenly on better things.
“Xena…” she whispered, her eyes glowing. “You are so beautiful.”
The look Xena was giving her was full of awe and adoration. She didn’t know what the long word meant, but she knew she would never get tired of looking at her blonde-haired companion. Just looking at Gabrielle made her feel good…and of course, there was the other thing…the fact that every time Gabrielle was close, she tended to get that tight, hot feeling between her legs even more strongly than she’d ever felt it before.
“Xena,” Gabrielle as whispering, her voice barely audible. “I want to see you naked…”
Xena’s mind was reeling. “Naked?” she repeated. She didn’t know what that meant, but just the word sounded good.
“Yes,” Gabrielle replied. She reached for the tie that held the top of Xena’s fur, covering her chest. “I want to see you without your clothes.”
Xena looked down and watched as Gabrielle unfastened the drawstring. Her hands were shaking by the time she got the lower one undone. Xena was now covered in the material, but there was nothing to hold it in place.
“Gabrielle?”
The blonde blinked as Xena’s voice shook her out of her daydream. She gave Xena a wry smile. “Will you do it for me, Xena?” she asked. “Will you take this off?” She gestured toward the top.
:Yes,” Xena crossed her arms and grabbed hold of the base of the shirt. Not quite understanding what the fuss was about, Xena shrugged, then slowly pulled the shirt off over her head.
Gabrielle watched Xena’s eyes the whole time, not quite ready to look at what Xena had uncovered. She took a few deep breaths, then finally, her heart stopped pounding quite so hard. It was a temporary condition though.
“Oh, God, Xena…”
Gabrielle had finally gotten the courage to look down, and Xena eventually followed her gaze. She looked back up at Gabrielle. “Good, Gabrielle?” she said, almost mischievously.
“Oh yes,” Gabrielle responded, immediately. “Gabrielle thinks it’s very good.”
Xena was studying Gabrielle’s reaction so much, some of her own urgency abated a tad. She lifted one of her hands long enough to gesture at her right breast, then replaced it immediately above her head. “Name, Gabrielle.”
“These are breasts,” Gabrielle replied with her own gesture. “And they are the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”
There was that word again. Xena could tell by Gabrielle’s expression that it was a favorable word.
Suddenly, Gabrielle shook her head and looked up into Xena’s eyes. “I want to touch them, Xena,” she said.
“Yes…touch…”
That was all the encouragement Gabrielle needed, and she reached her right hand out. Using a very gentle stroke, her fingers stroked the top of Xena’s right breast, then her left.
Xena gasped, shocked by what she was suddenly feeling. She knew her breasts were a sensitive part of her body, and they also had a tendency to get in her way, which was the main reason she kept them fur-covered. Something in the back of her mind always chimed in about it being proper to keep herself covered too, but practicality was the real reason.
“Your nipples are so hard, Xena,” Gabrielle was musing, her fingers just barely grazing the other woman’s dark areolas.
“Nipples…” Xena groaned, just barely getting out the funny-sounding word. She was rapidly becoming aware that her nipples had a far greater pleasure capacity than she had ever realized. “Gabrielle…touch nipples…” she said softly.
“My pleasure,” the shorter woman replied. She had been planning on doing that anyway.
Gabrielle gently stroked over the hardened peaks of Xena’s breasts. She had never expected the deep, rich wine color of them. Xena’s nipples where both thicker than her own and longer, but Gabrielle noted the more pressure she used, the more Xena’s nipples tightened and shrank. Also, the more Xena shuddered.
Eventually, Gabrielle widened her grasp so she was palming both nipples, containing as much of the smooth, hot flesh as she could.
She discovered Xena’s breasts were similar in size to her own, from the amount of flesh she was able to cover with her hands. The dark colored nipples made all the difference in the world to Gabrielle, and she found Xena’s to be exotic.
“Does that feel good, Xena?” Gabrielle purred, no longer shy about massaging and touching the other woman’s chest.
“Yes…” Xena hissed, her lower body picking up steam in its movements. Gabrielle could see sweat had formed above Xena’s brow, and her eyes were clenched totally closed
“Are you going to come?” Gabrielle asked, amazed by the woman’s response.
A few more writhing and moans, and Xena was shaking her head. “Xena…need…ohhh…” her voice trailed off as her body spasmed again.
“Xena, need…what?” Gabrielle asked, not sure what the woman would answer.
Xena’s head was thrashing back and fourth, but she was finally able to stop her movements.
“Xena…need…Gabrielle…touch…”
“Your nipples?” Gabrielle asked. Taking a guess, she began twisting with a little more pressure.
“Good…” Xena growled immediately. “Xena need…Gabrielle…”
Gabrielle’s fingers were picking up steam, swirling around the strawberry colored buds repeatedly. “What, Xena?”
Suddenly, Xena was sitting bolt upright, and grabbing Gabrielle’s hands. Gabrielle jumped, startled, then calmed immediately when she realized what was going on. “Pleases…” Xena was almost whimpering now, pulling Gabrielle’s hand down to her midriff.
“Gabrielle touch…” she said…”Xena…touch?” She made a move as if to put her hand under her loincloth, watching Gabrielle.
“No…please…”Gabrielle whispered. “I want to do it.”
Xena nodded, obviously expecting that, but gave an even harder tug on Gabrielle’s writs.
“Gabrielle…touch,” she moaned. “Touch…touch…” With each word, she pulled a little harder, letting Gabrielle know how big her need was.
“Yes…yes…” Gabrielle crooned, trying to gently free her hand. “I will touch you…I WANT to touch you.”
“No!” Xena’s voice rang out loud and clean in the cave. It was the loudest Gabrielle had ever heard her speak. It also startled her.
“What, Xena?” she asked, puzzled. She was half-pulled on Xena, her hand very near the crotch of Xena’s loin cloth, with Xena holding it there.
Xena was struggling for words. Her mouth worked, trying to come up with the right words. “Gabrielle…touch Xena clit…” Frustrated, she pounded her free hand into the ground above her.
Gabrielle watched her, then her eyes lit up. “You want me to hurry…is that it? You want me to go fast?”
“Fast…yes…please.” Xena looked overjoyed with the word and she smiled eagerly at Gabrielle. “Gabrielle touch Xena clit fast!”
Gabrielle chuckled and nodded, pretty well understanding what Xena was saying. Her desires were overwhelming her.
She urged Xena to lay back again. “I’m going to take care of you, Xena,” she said in the most reassuring voice she could muster. She was quickly realizing that a gentle exploration of Xena’s lower half as she had done with her upper half was out of the question right now.
Xena visibly tried to calm herself, obviously putting her trust in Gabrielle, despite her need.
Gabrielle reached for the waistband ol Xena’s loincloth and grasped it. She started pulling downward, and Xena lifted her hips, shimmying out of the rest of her clothing. Gabrielle pulled her shoes off at the same time, and within seconds, Xena was lying there naked.
The scent of her arousal hit Gabrielle immediately. Somehow, it was different than it had been this morning, when Xena was touching herself. It was more powerful, more pronounced, and yes, more seductive to Gabrielle.
Xena’s legs were already parted slightly, but Gabrielle bent and pulled them apart even more. She wanted to make sure the broken leg was safely out of the way.
Xena quickly obeyed, and her crotch was soon in easy view of Gabrielle. The blonde would have thought it would be easier for her to see Xena’s genitals since she had already viewed them twice before However, knowing that this time, she had been invited to touch them, once again, the wonderful sight of the darker woman’s sex was taking her breath away.
Xena moaned again, and Gabrielle saw fresh arousal trickling down her swollen labia. She felt an answering gush of wetness from her own sex, and it made her shiver. She certainly hoped Xena would continue the way she’d been doing and practice the reciprocating action on Gabrielle when she was finished.
Slowly, Gabrielle reached a hand out toward Xena’s center. She let her hand run lightly over the inner thigh, and was amazed by the taut power she could feel seething beneath the surface of Xena’s tanned skin.
Gabrielle brushed her fingers over the swollen lips that were protecting the tender membranes. Xena’s moan was the most heartfelt yet at the contact.
“Please…Gabrielle…”
Gabrielle lightly stroked the puffy labia, loving the silky slick softness of Xena, and then gave a slightly firmer touch, she watched in amazement as the labia peeled back. It was so sensual and intimate, she felt her own clit jump in response.
Xena’s clit was engorged with blood and protruding well beyond its hood, almost as if it were reaching out to Gabrielle for help. Gabrielle’s eyes were riveted to the sight; her own clit was much more hidden and tended to shrink when stimulated. Xena’s was doing just the opposite.
“Clit…Gabrielle…clit…” Xena was trembling with the effort not to take control, and touch herself to fulfillment. Gabrielle glanced upward and plainly saw the distressed expression on Xena’s face.
Suddenly feeling like she had been cruel, Gabrielle reached down and touched Xena’s erection. She placed her forefinger on the head of it, and gave it a rub.
“:Yes…please…yes…” It seemed to be just what Xena needed, so Gabrielle continued the movement, quickly setting up a steady rhythm. Her face moved closer unconsciously, as she saw the result of her actions. Moisture was running down Xena’s cleft, and Gabrielle was captivated by the sight of Xena’s entrance, which was pulsing open and closed in synchronization with Gabrielle’s motions. Gabrielle spread her fingers a bit, so that her fourth and pinky finger were now rubbing over the doorway to Xena’s cove at the same time.
Xena’s moans were suddenly raising in intensity and volume. Gabrielle was almost disappointed that she didn’t get to do this for a longer period of time, but quickly shook that thought off, realizing this was just the beginning of their sexual explorations together. Xena had been hanging in there for a long time, patiently waiting while Gabrielle explored and teased her, and she deserved the chance to reach her long-awaited climax.
Besides that, Gabrielle was proud that she was going to be the one to bring it about.
“Are you ready to come, Xena?” she asked, increasing the pace of her stroking just a fraction. “Do you want to come for me?”
Xena was beyond answering…She was arching her back strongly, her body stiffening, and the only sound she could utter was a long, heartfelt groan that grew louder as she spasmed.
Gabrielle frantically tried to maintain contact with that incredibly stiff organ that was the focal point of Xena’s pleasure. Xena’s lower half was pumping now, bucking abruptly under the onslaught of Gabrielle’s touch, but Gabrielle managed to hang on until she Xena’s motions had subsided.
Xena was still panting when her whole body finally stilled, but she also had a huge smile on her face. “Thank you,” she said, as soon as she was able.
“You’re more than welcome,” Gabrielle replied. Her clitoris was screaming out its frustration, but she still had her fingers buried in the beautiful valley between Xena’s thighs, and she wasn’t ready to give up her position quite so fast.
Xena seemed to have other ideas, however. She was sitting up again, and Gabrielle noticed she ran a hand down before her own breasts before lifting Gabrielle’s wrist from her lower body.
“I want to touch you some more,” Gabrielle said, in a half-whimper, when Xena pulled her hand free.
Xena seemed to be ignoring her, and was now holding Gabrielle’s hand up midway between their faces. Her juices liberally coated most of Gabrielle’s hand, and she stared at it hungrily.
Gabrielle was quite taken aback, just because it seemed tasting her own juices was a part of the whole masturbation ritual for Xena. It didn’t shock her by any means, she often tasted herself while in the throes of self-love, but this seemed to be a regular part of Xena’s routine.
Xena was pushing Gabrielle’s fingers towards the blonde’s mouth now. Since Gabrielle had been the one to bring her to come, Xena thought she should be the one to enjoy the delicious after results.
Gabrielle recognized the sacrifice Xena had obviously made, and was touched by it. She wound her fingers through the wet hairs at the back of Xena’s neck, and said, “There’s plenty for both of us.”
Xena must have understood, for her mouth was closing in rapidly, and both of their tongues came out to lick over Gabrielle’s fingers. Even after her fingers were cleaned, their tongues continued to lick , but now, they were concentrating on each other’s mouths.
Xena taught that she could give as good as she got, as her tongue wondered through Gabrielle’s mouth, learning the taste and feel of Gabrielle’s teeth, gums, even the roof of her mouth. The whole time, her hands were rubbing up and down the blonde’s shoulders and back.
When they parted to breathed after a couple of minutes, and Xena seemed to notice the need lingering in Gabrielle’s eyes.
Immediately, she was reaching for the fastening on the front of Gabrielle’s shirt.
“Xena touch Gabrielle,” she said, her voice sounding like a growl.
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