Sapphic Voices Romance

Under The Stars

I think, if I try very hard, I can remember every second that we were together. Somehow my thoughts always seem to settle on the times we laughed together. Looking back now it is sometimes hard to remember the good times, and to survive the memories I often have to remind myself of all the bad times that afflicted our relationship. But late at night when I lie awake alone, my mind drifts back through time to the days when we were so consumed with each other that nothing else mattered in this world.

Tonight my dreams will be filled with the night you picked me up from work in your sisters red convertible, and whisked me off to Jeans cabin up on Fox Lake. I was taken completely by surprise, and I loved that spontaneity of yours. Before meeting you I was always so reserved and calculating. But somehow with you I found a way to let go, and be free. The cool late spring air of May in northern Minnesota seemed to delicious to waste as you dragged out some warm, fluffy blankets you had packed in the trunk for us. You laid the blankets out in a clearing by the lake and flopped down on them motioning for me to join you there. You were so beautiful lying in the moonlight. I can still see the moon dancing across the dark olive skin of your face. Your long black hair shimmering in the night. I gladly came to you, laid out there like a gift offered up to the gods.

We lay for what seemed to be an eternity holding each other talking over our future together. We vowed we would always stay together. We promised that we would never let our differences pull us apart. My parents seemed to like Native Americans just fine, as long as there daughter was not dating one, much less a Native American woman. Your parents seemed to have less trouble with the woman part as they did with the fact that I was white. Not to say they disliked white people, but rather that they wanted you to be with some one from your tribe. But that night as we lay under the stars, and watched the northern lights dance across the sky none of these prejudices existed. We saw children in our future, success, and many years of loving one another.

"I love you, Brook." You said to me, as you pulled me up on top of you. "You are so beautiful." You continued stroking my long blonde hair from my pail white face. "It was like breathing water before I met you, and now with you everything makes sense." I melted in your strong arms, as I pulled the blanket over us.

Now, cuddled between the two warm blankets, we began to explore each others bodies with our hands. We had been together for over six months by then, and though each others bodies were familiar, each time we made love it was like a new discovery of ecstasy. Your hands moved adeptly down my back, as our lips locked in a long embrace. Our mouths moved together like they had been made for each other. We believed completely that there was one perfect person for everyone, and we were that perfect match for each other. I could feel your hands now under my shirt as you moved them back up to my shoulders, easily removing my sweater. I followed your lead and gently pulled your team sweat shirt off of you as you sat up, still holding me, and allowed me to undress you. Now the full, golden moon once again glistened on your body, accentuating your perfect breasts. My mouth watered as I longed to take them in tasting them. With out hesitation I leaned down over you, our blanket fallen to my waist, I kissed your breast softly at first as I held the other in my hand. You tasted sweeter then honey, as I heard your low pleasure full moans echo through your body. My heart pounded to feel you react so passionately to my touch. I adored everything about making love to you. At first we had only thought we were experimenting when we touched, but our experiment had turned into a love affair that seemed to have the power to light the world on fire.

Now both our hearts were pounding feverishly as we finished undressing each other, trying to maneuver under the blankets to keep warm. Our clothes littered the ground as all of nature around us seemed to stand in silence affording us our privacy under the stars. Our naked bodies pressed tight against each other, our legs intertwined feeling the fire we created in each other. I moved down your slender strong body tasting every inch of your soft skin. Kissing each curve, and divot of your form, wanting to know every part of you. Your moans grew louder as I eased between your legs, licking gently the soft skin of your inner thighs. I teased you in delight as I waited to hear that bubbling laughter, and your inevitable plea to stop teasing you like that. And when I knew you could take no more teasing I devoured you, sucking your sweetness in like a flower drinks the morning due. Reaching up to find your voluptuous breast with one hand as I found my way inside you with the other. Your warmth, and tightness surrounded my fingers as they played inside you. Your body rocked in motion with mine, as your back arched and the moans from deep inside you grew louder. Looking up at you as I continued, reveling in the way the moon played on your exposed breasts and torso. I smiled inside to see the way you bit at your lower lip, desperately trying to hold in the screams the seemed to ache to be released. Yet, feverishly you endeavored to hold on to this moment, until there was no more strength left in you to hold on. Your moans then turned to delighted screams, as you released yourself to the orgasm that was exploding inside you. Your body shook, and shivered as I was not ready to give in so easily. Holding my hand still for the moment I moved my tough more rapidly over your throbbing clit, till your legs clamped down on my head as you begged me to stop. "Oh god!, Brook, I can’t take it any more." Your voice range out through the woods, as you pushed my mouth away from your clit. "Come here." You beckoned to me, as you pulled me back up to your face.

Exhausted, but alive with passion I crawled up to you, laying once again on top of you. Placing my hands on either side of your face I held your head in my hands as I said, "I love you, Shell. You make me feel more alive then I ever thought possible." Then I bent down and kissed your sweet lips as though I never wanted to let her go.

I can still feel you making love to me that night, once you had regained your strength. Though it seemed like nothing could compare to the pleasure of making you explode in ecstasy, the feeling of your making love to me that night was indescribable. Exhausted, and totally spent we wrapped our selves with one another and slept till dawn under the stars, by the lake.

Now as these dreams of you and I together all those years ago dance in my mind as I sleep I feel at peace, and alive once again. Yet as the morning breaks on a new day, and I find myself alone again, that peace that blanketed me through the night gives way to sobs of sorrow. Out side the window of Jeans cabin by the lake were we had come all those years ago, I hear the excited chirps of morning birds as they chatter back and forth at each other. I can’t help but wonder what they are saying to each other. It seems to me that they do not deserve to be as happy as they sound. Dragging myself from the warmth and comfort of my bed, I slip into my levies, and head out the door to walk by the lake. Passing the spot were you and I once frolicked in each others arms a pain stabs through me like a dagger. Walking onto the dock that jets out into the lake I know that I can no longer come to this place. The memories and the pain are to much for my soul to bear any longer, and I turn to go for the last time.

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