Sapphic Voices Erotica

HUSH

Warning: This Story contains descriptions of intimacy and explicit language. 'Adults Only'

Mauve Fischer eyed the newly arrived package suspiciously. It had been placed on the counter and signed for but remained untouched. Knowing that it contained another order of books, she wanted someone else to process them. She had enough to do, the year end budget needed to be balanced and it was always a nightmare. No one kept accurate enough notations as money was taken or handed out. As record keeper for the East Haven Memorial Library, it was her responsibility to know what books were ordered, how much they cost as she monitored the slim budget.

The new library director had been ordering, actually, she was ‘updating’ the book resources without running the figures by her, an extremely annoying habit. On top of which, the books she ordered would make the town founders roll over in their graves. They would be considered outrageous to these stoic New Englanders.

At 29, and the youngest staff member, Mauve had read, at least in part, most of the books that Ms. Sommers had ordered in college, but she also understood her conservative colleagues. They had been in the library system on average of 25 years and liked their routine just fine, and the conservative book selection the library offered. Mauve assured herself that she wasn’t any kind of a prude, but the library was for everyone, not just for the kind of people Ms. Kimberly Sommers chose to socialize with. Mauve stopped her thoughts short, realizing her statement referred to the exclusivity attitude perpetrated by her conservative co-workers. Yes, the library was for everyone, including those who might enjoy more diversified topics. She would just assign the books into the reference section to appease the vocal few.

Most of the staff had kept busy with the holiday festivities that the young patrons enjoyed. And the box sat there on the counter, no one willing face potential controversy. Understanding that anyone who opened it became responsible to catalogue each book, enter it into the data base and then put them on the shelves, no one wanted to have a part in it.

When the very first box had arrived under Ms. Sommer’s watch, Mrs. Hough was excited and took on the task with delight. As she progressed through the pile, her frown lines deepened and she developed that ‘tich’ sound she reserved for misbehaving children. When she was halfway through, she pushed the box over to Mauve in disgust and said she was done. Curious as to what was inside herself, Mauve pulled out the book that caused Ms. Hough such a dramatic exit. “Heather Has Two Mommies.” All she could think was ‘Here we go.’

Hanging up the phone, Kimberly Sommers rubbed her tired eyes and looked up from her desk at the picture of her family. Absent from the frame was her partner of 10 years Jeanette, recently leaving her for some 21 year old, just looking for a little fun. That was back in Seattle a year ago and her Inbox on FB loaded up with friends’ comments and outrage. Then Samuel offered her this job, and it sounded good, to just leave the West Coast, starting fresh, back with family. The photo was taken at the party they threw in celebration of her return. Turns out no one really liked the ex girlfriend.

So Kim had taken over the job as director of the East Haven Library upon request of her friend, the town’s First Selectman, but approached her responsibilities with trepidation. She understood the resistance that will meet her when she began the updating process, not really enthusiastic in facing more drama. The book selection was based on the budget and values of the 1950’s; Kim had a real challenge to modernize the topics for today’s educational needs. So much needed to be considered in adding educational resources to the shelves in topics that ranged from computers, to religion, to business applications and even evolved social issues that exploded in recent years. Finishing the requisition forms, Kim looked at the pile of grant applications and felt tired. In a couple of days, New Year’s Eve will be here and she needed to have the postage stamp marked for the 30th of the current year for the library to be eligible to receive the money. Stretching the crick out of her back, she thought at 35 she was too young to have back issues now. Returning her attention back to the pressing paperwork Kim settled back into her chair and picked up her pen.

The clock chimed four o’clock, just another hour in the work day and Mauve had finally finished the last of the once unaccounted for pennies. She was a conservative dresser herself and felt right at home in the quiet surrounds of the library. Her glasses fit naturally on the bridge of her nose and her hair tightly pulled back away from her face. By all accounts, no one would peg her at anything else but a librarian. She liked it that way; neat, orderly, predictable.

Pushing away from her private office desk, she locked the cash box and receipts in the top drawer and went out to the front counter. The only patrons left were an elderly gentleman finishing up the local paper in the sitting room and a high school student making furious notes out of a thick resource book. Mrs. Hough smiled as Mauve stepped up beside her to find out how the day went.

“The children these days have no discipline. It’s getting harder and harder for them to sit still and not do any damage to the library.” The smile faded the moment she had opened her mouth.

Used to hearing her viewpoint, Mauve didn’t feel like getting in the other woman’s negative attitude. She herself loved the wildly enthusiastic children who could find themselves lost within the pages of the author’s imagination. Instead, she changed the subject to the still neglected box and the very idle hands of her co-worker. Glad to be the floor supervisor, Mauve had the authority to ask as to why the books inside had not been imputed into the data base.

Mrs. Hough frowned, examined the cuticles on her hands, her perfectly manicured hands reflected the rest of her well kept mannerisms. She then raised her head in defiance stating she honestly did not know a box had arrived. Mauve wanted to argue the point, but decided you can’t teach old dog new tricks and retrieved the box to tackle for herself.

Once back in the privacy of her office, Mauve first took out the receipts and then pulled the books out one at a time and checked them off the list. The last two books appeared to be romance novels by authors she hadn’t read before. She checked the top receipt and could not find them on the list. The second one had the two books listed. So, she checked them off. Looking at their titles, she then read the jacket of the first one. Confused, she read the jacket of the second one. Realization hit her between the eyes that these where about women loving women! Now, Mauve accepted most if not all previous books that had been ordered but felt the library was not an appropriate venue for this kind of novel. Outraged, she picked up the two books and headed to Ms. Sommers office. Halfway there, Mauve stopped. The library carried other romance novels for heterosexual couples, why was she so reactive over some lesbian books? The reader in her suggested that she should at least read the books to ensure that there was nothing pornographic about them. Then discuss them with her director. That way, she concluded, she could state reasonably for or against their placement with in the library walls.

Passing the elderly gentleman on his way out, Mauve bade him good night and saw that Mrs. Hough was getting ready to close out the front desk. The clock said she had fifteen more minutes, time enough for Mauve to give her the books she had already entered into the data base to put away on shelves.

“Humph!” Mrs. Hough looked at the books, but did not refuse the task.

Mauve just smiled. The last two books she would handle herself and if the older woman made more of a fuss, she would give her those books to file as well. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

Sarah reached for Claire’s hand. The two women stood in silence as their overwhelming emotions spoke their need. The silence of the cabin muffled the steady forest noise of crickets, wind and the occasional chirping of the local bird population. The rain that tapped on the old wooden roof turned to steam between the two women. Pulling Claire closer and wrapping her arms around the slim waist, Sarah could feel the softness of her friends’ breasts as they pressed against her own. There was no doubt this time in the blue of Claire’s eyes. There was no urgency to seduce her, only the warm welcome of promise.

“Kiss me.”

Lips, vibrant with love, closed upon the other, in tender embrace. Heat rose steady as each woman savored the flavor only found by discovery. Their hands moved to touch bare skin of the other, gently caressing, knowing how to pleasure their lover. The fluid motions of love turned into more urgent needs. Sarah held Claire’s hips and rocked, stoking the fire there.

Claire let out a moan as she lost her thoughts to a primal need. Responding to the motion with her own grinding hips, Claire felt her body heat up, and her sex become wet.

“Sarah…

The sharp knock on the office door brought Mauve out from between the covers of the book. Slapping the book closed like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar Mauve called “Come in.”

It was her director Kimberly Sommers. “It’s late Mauve; I thought you had gone home with the rest…” The woman paused, noticing Mauve’s glazed eyes. “Everything OK?”

Not wanting to let Kim know what she was reading, more importantly how she reacted to the start of the love scene, Mauve waved off the concern. “I’m fine, just doing some light reading. I guess I got caught up in the storyline.” The younger woman stood up and began to shuffle through the items on her desk in an attempt to hide the books.

Kim smiled. Her quick eyes caught what Mauve was trying to hide. “I see Edge of Love and Above the Eagle’s Cry came in…and you’ve been reading.”

Mauve tried to shrug off the comment. “Yeah, I, er, just wanted to make sure it was appropriate for the library to have them on its shelves.” She stumbled through the words.

“No doubt. I do appreciate your thoroughness.” She paused, “I expect that you were enjoying the story?” A smirk formed on the edges of her lips.

“Why do you say that?” Not sure as to why she was annoyed at the question, nor as to why she was feeling discovered as if she was hiding something. The book was not going to be found on the New York Times best seller list anytime soon, but still it affected her.

Kim was instantly energized upon learning about this side of Mauve. By the woman’s reaction, she doubted that Mauve was aware of it either, until now. “Its OK Mauve, the books were actually ordered for my personal collection, and paid for by me. But if you wish, you can hold onto this copy until you finished reading it.”

“You mean, you have more?” Mauve was clearly astonished.

Not sure if Mauve was serious or not, she was, after all, very well read and delighted in discussing in depth just about any book on the shelves with patrons. “There are many more. I must have 40 or so books, from Sappho to Radclyffe, that also range in romance to historical documentation at my home.”

Mauve stood silent. Torn. Overwhelmed. In her teenage years, when her friends were gaga over boys, even in college, when she was dragged to some party or another, she never understood why kissing a boy was so exciting. She had kissed boys but didn’t know what all the hubbub was about. Instead of dating, she delved into books, her true passion and found excitement there. The romance novels that her friends read about well built men seducing swooning virginal women left her unmoved. Then this, this lesbian romance novel, had a simple story line, but it not only had passion, it also brought about an ache, lonely and new. She knew Kim was gay but never attributed her own lack of interest in men with a possible interest in women. Mauve didn’t dare look the other woman in the eye. She became determined to keep this one to herself until she had more time and information to think about it.

Stepping into the room, Kim closed the door behind her. Sensing this pivotal moment in the younger woman’s life, she wanted to nudge those feelings in which ever direction they were supposed to go. A risky move, but her own hormones were beginning to rev up and take over her sense of boundaries.

Positioning herself behind a still Mauve, Kim placed her hands on either side of the young woman’s without touching her. “Tell me how you feel Mauve.” Her voice was soft, warm and inviting.

“I don’t think…”

“Hush.”

Mauve opened her mouth again to protest, and then decided to give into the shiver that ran down her spine. The pleasurable feeling that grew was crying out for attention so she trusted Kim and relented control.

“Tell me Mauve, how did you feel when you read those words? How does it feel inside you?”

Mauve’s mind felt a wave of desire that traveled throughout her being. A small moan escaped her lips as she leaned forward to support herself. “Its hard to think.”
“I understand Mauve.” Kim leaned forward, matching the other woman’s movements taking care not to physically touch her, wanting her breath to caress the sensitive neck. “I want you to know how it feels, how pleasure can pulse you to heights, and bring you safely back down.” Mauve visibly shivered. Pleased, Kim leaned forward again. “How did you feel when the two women held each other in a passionate embrace?”

Mauve, unknowingly, gyrated her hips against the desk. The sensations that Kim was creating felt so good, and at the same time taking her strength away. “I…, I wanted to keep reading. I wanted to know how they felt in each other’s arms.” Her voice tight, barely above a whisper continued, “I wanted them to, to…”

“Say it.”

“I can’t” Mauve stammered.

“Say what you wanted.” Kim was firm but gentle.

The strength in Mauve’s arms was beginning to dissipate, but she responded to Kim, “I wanted them to be together…, physically…., sexually.” Relief flooded her soul, as if a heavy weight she never knew she had lifted up and a world of opportunity gave her power.

“Touch me Kim.” Mauve needed this woman to touch her. A fleeting thought of caution was snuffed out as the ache below cried out in its frustration.

“Hush, “ Kim had watched in awe of Mauve’s transformation. Now was time to carry through and give this woman what she has needed for so long. “Mauve, I want you to close your eyes and stay where you are. I will be right here behind you.”

“God, Kim, I’m shaking all over. Don’t leave me like this.” Her voice came out as a soft whimper, begging for relief.

Kim moved closer, but would not touch her. She wanted to let Mauve have the power to create her own pleasure. “Mauve, feel me through my words. Let me bring you pleasure with my breath, let me stroke you and create in you the rise of your heat, to let your body react as my words caress your skin.”

Mauve shuddered in delight and closed her eyes and gave her mind and body completely to Kim.

“I can see you as your eyes fall upon the bed. Red silk, and soft, my private room beckons forth images of anticipated passion. You know what I want to do with you, you know how I want to touch you, feel you, taste you, lick you, and put my fingers inside you, fuck you.” Mauve moaned as the images began to play in her mind.

“Feel me as I press against your willing body. You feel my arms, legs, hips, and breasts. I wrap around you in my lover’s embrace, warming inside the walls of your desire.” The women shifted, the ache between each other growing as Kim began to weave the tapestry that will create Mauve to orgasm.

“See yourself as you lay down on the bed, your stomach against the satin sheets, the color of desire, of passion.” The younger woman leaned closer to the desk, letting the words affect her position. Kim moaned as she held her heat at bay. Seeing Mauve lean forward, Kim longed to put her hands on the other woman’s ass. It took all her resolve to not to run her fingers up underneath the cotton skirt and caress the glistening pussy she expected to find there.

Recovering from her weak moment, Kim took her cues from the words she just thought and continued. “I run my hands over sensitive skin, holding, touching, lovingly as I bade your body to relax and be receptive to the ministrations you know you will receive.” Mauve left her physical awareness and slipped into her imagination completely.

“My tongue, aching in its dormant state, finds its way to you, tasting, nipping your shoulders, your neck, your back, your legs, and your ass. You respond in need, coaxing attention and receiving it. You feel the heat of its pressure, then the absence when it leaves. Unbidden, you turn over to receive me fully onto you. You feel our skin touch and the heat rises. My mouth becomes the only way I can satisfy my hunger for your sex.”

“Your hips rise to meet mine, our heat melting the boundaries that once held us apart. Slowly you grind me into frenzy. Our lips discover each other and our passion lets loose from restraints.”

“You can feel me make my way down your neck, kissing your shoulders, tasting your sweat, when I reach your breasts you cry in victory. I have longed to tease your nipples between my teeth and tongue and get my fill. Tasting one, then the other as my heart desires. Your arms hold me tight, trying to infuse my being into yours, pushing my head hard down on you, wanting to feel, deeply the edge of my lips, the pressure of my tongue, my teeth, on your neglected nips.”

Mauve was lost in her pleasure wanting Kim’s mouth on her. “…more…I need…more…”

“Do you feel me touching you? tasting you? Can you feel me pleasuring your body?” Mauve nodded her ascent.

“You take your hands and gently nudge me down to your sex.”

“…yes…”

“My fingers explore you. Around your belly button, your thighs, your ass, I feel the wetness of your pussy as you release the breath you’ve been holding.”

Mauve felt her vagina tighten, and knew where she was heading.

“You can see my head slowly descend upon your…”

Her breath staggered as she could see the lover in her mind as she put her mouth onto her awaiting lips that hid her quivering vulva. Mauve could feel a warm tongue pressing against her sensitive clit and begin a slow rhythmic stroke designed for maximum pleasure. She knew instinctually to match her lovers movements then gasped as Kim’s voice penetrated her, like fingers wrapped by her inner muscles. She felt them go in, then be retrieved then inserted again. She could hear her lover put one, then two, then three fingers inside of her, stretching the nerves as they jangled in her pleasure. The tongue continued to stroke and Mauve knew that she was going to experience her orgasm. As the voice continued to stroke her, Mauve felt the blood rush to her feet and the orgasm build until it exploded, into a mind numbing release. Crying out her climax, Mauve almost fell over; quickly breaking the distance between them, Kim held her lover safely in her arms.

The arms felt better than anything Mauve’s mind produced. She accepted the comfort and gave in return. Turning around and resetting the hold between them, Mauve closed her lips onto Kim’s. The women began to slip into desire again, this time touching.

When their lips parted for a moment, Kim smiled, “I think you’ve found a new passion!”

Mauve returned the smile. “Hush” And closed in for more.

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