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Subject: {ASSM} {RP}End of the Rainbow 1/2(FF,Rom,First) - Sara H
Date: Mon,  6 Aug 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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Pleas do not read if you are under 18 years of age or
offended by depictions of graphic sex.

This story (c)2001 by Cat's sara

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The End of the Rainbow, Part One

by Sara H

Categories: FF, College, Rom, First

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College life was something I had anticipated and dreaded at the
same time. It was like everything. It was like meeting Amy.

Amy lived next door. Room 418. It is safe to say that she had
the most popular room on the floor. I think mostly it was
because she had the best pot and was generous with it, but she
was also audacious and slightly crazy.

By the time I got to know her, I was simply joining the party
of seven or eight that nightly got stoned, talking and laughing
into the early hours of the morning. She was openly gay. I was
in awe of her ability to just be who she was, when even the
other girls would give her shit about it, at least in a friendly
way.

You know, like when I would go to the bathroom, someone would
inevitably say, "Lock the door... you know Amy likes to watch!"
Of course, Amy didn't mind. If someone forgot, she'd threaten it
herself.

Like everyone else, I laughed about it. And, I locked the door.

As time went on, and the semester got more serious, the parties
grew less frequent. Eventually, I was the only person going to
her room at least twice a week. She didn't seem to mind, though.
We'd get high and laugh, talk about school, and whatever came up.

One night, I saw she had a book of lesbian erotica sitting out
on her desk. Seeing it sitting there, opened with the pages
lying flat on the desk, my curiosity and lack of inhibition from
the reefer got the better of me.

"So what's it like?" I asked. "Being a lesbian?"

"You tell *me*," she answered, smiling.

"No, seriously."

"Well, imagine how you feel about men. Then apply it to women.
It's not like one day I said, 'Hmm, I think I'll be attracted to
women now.' It just is how it is for me. It's very basic to how
I think and act," said Amy, matter-of-factly.

"I don't get it," I said. "I haven't met any men that really
'do it' for me. Maybe I'm asexual or something. So that doesn't
help me understand."

"Do you masturbate?" she asked.

"What?!" I asked, giggling. I couldn't believe she would ask
something like that.

"You know, do you play slide the magic finger with your pussy,"
she continued, smiling at me.

"Um... yes," I admitted. "I've been known to."

"Glad you didn't lie about it. I've heard you from over here
late at night. I don't think you're asexual, dear heart. I think
you've just never figured out what actually turns you on.

"God," she said as she stretched. "Pot makes me so fucking
horny!"

I ignored her words, although my own arousal was rearing up,
too. "Maybe not. I mean, I think about romance, but it's not
like I actually put people in my fantasies, just feelings. Who
knows? Maybe I'm a closet dyke!" I joked, smiling broadly.

"Stranger things have been seen and known," said Amy. Then,
shifting herself a little, she added, "I'd be glad to help you
find out."

"Ummmm, not tonight," I said. I couldn't believe my words or
where my mind was suddenly going. I felt like I was losing my
senses. "Well, but could I... um... borrow that book?" I asked,
softly enough that I thought she might not hear.

"No, but I have another one I can lend you, since you're so...
curious. It's one I got from my first lover... may not even be
in print, so I want it back."

"Okay," I said. Now that I had asked, I was in no position to
argue.

She went to her drawer and opened it, and pulled out a large
book. "The Joy of Lesbian Sex". Great. Like I wanted a manual.
But I was nice about it.

"Thanks, Amy. I won't tear it up or anything."

"I trust you. Besides, there's nothing like a little reading to
expand your horizons," she offered, handing me the book.

"Man, I have to pee. Be right back," I said, standing up and
laying the book on the bed.

"Can I watch?" she asked, grinning.

"Jesus, Amy, you're *such* a pervert!" I joked.

But I didn't lock the door.

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I lay in my bed, reading the book. I'd started out feeling
pretty jaded, but when I read the part about coming out, I just
kept getting deeper and deeper into the emotion of it. It was
like it was talking about *me* and how I'd always dreamed
romance and sex would be.
The 
softness, the tenderness, the sense of being lifted away... my
heart was pounding its way up into my throat before I finished
reading.

And I was horny. My god, was I horny. My pussy felt like liquid
heat as I reached down to brush my nether lips with my finger...
and I thought perhaps I should stop, to savor how it felt, but I
just couldn't. I pressed in and found my slit, teasing it to
swollen slickness and burning jolts of electric sex. It had
never been so good. *Fucking good,* I thought, surprised by the
nastyy, wonderful turn my mind was taking.

My breath started to quicken as little mewls escaped me. I'd
never been much of a screamer... it had always distracted me.
But now, my mewls were growing into open groans that were
turning me on.

Then, I thought of Amy, listening, possibly playing with her
own horny cunt, and I came, harder than I ever had, words
babbling out of me and screams punctuating my jerking, spasming
body. Ecstasy? No, this was beyond, and the images in the book
spurred me into a second... not after, but on tops of my
orgasm... and again... like layers of infinite lust, driving me
onward.

It was like time stopped and there was only this glorious, sun-
soaked pleasure, eternal, like voices of angels... calling my
name... as I called... God help me, I couldn't stop it...
"Amy... Amyyyyyyyy..."

 From that moment on, I devoured everything in that book. It was
as if I'd found soulmates in the authors. The most dry
description had me playing and coming and dreaming of love and
sex and life among women... and it hit me.

I was a lesbian. It wasn't new. I had just never known what to
call it.

I also didn't know what to do with it.

Watching Amy, she seemed so secure about it, but I had friends
I would lose. I had a family who would disown me. I had a life
that would be undone. But I couldn't stop.

Imagine finding out that you liked the taste of ice cream. You
can't just turn it off. You might deny yourself any ice cream,
but the truth of what's inside you is still the same. And you
still want it. All the time.

On with my story.

We didn't talk about it for a few weeks. In fact, I stopped
going to Amy's room for a bit. It wasn't until a few weeks later
that I heard several voices there, and I felt brave enough to
knock and go in.

There were three other people there, all giggling and laughing,
and I decided that it was safe to sit and have a toke or two
with them.

Turned out to be a marathon session though, with joints, a bong
and a little stone pipe... and within thirty minutes, I was past
the point of going anywhere. Then, one by one, everyone said
goodnight and staggered back to their rooms. Everyone, that is,
but me.

Amy closed the door, and came back to her chair. "So, what did
you think of the book?" she asked, all innocent eyed. She
started loading another bowl into the stone pipe.

"It was... interesting, really," I said, trying to deflect the
scary look in her eyes.

"It sounded like it, girl," she laughed.

I must have turned beet red, because she grinned and got busy
with the pipe again, lighting it and taking a huge toke. Letting
it out, she took another and waved me over. Holding the pipe
backwards in her mouth she leaned out to me and blew a shotgun.

I took it in my nose like a good little pothead and felt my
thoughts get wavy. Suddenly, I felt an electric charge run up my
body and straight to the roof of my mouth. Her fingers traced
the inseam of my jeans as I shivered and nearly fell over, my
legs turning to so much pudding.

She pulled away slightly, smiling at me with her head cocked
slightly to the side... and then she went on as if nothing had
happened. "So you liked the book," she said. It wasn't a
question. "I had a feeling about you, Sara."

I sat back on the bed, not knowing quite what to do. She stood
and walked over and sat down beside me. "Another shotgun?" she
asked.

"Sure," I answered. I was dumbstruck and just couldn't think of
anything else to say.

Again, she took a deep hit, but instead of putting the pipe
into her mouth, she leaned over and blew a stream from her
lips... it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I took it in my
own lips... and as it finished, and I held it in, she leaned
further and kissed me...

The pot was hitting hard and my mind reeled from the gentle
softness of her lips. Don't get me wrong... I'd been kissed
before, but I'd never seen what the big deal was. It just didn't
do anything to me or for me.

It all changed in that one, magical instant. It was like her
kiss moved through my entire being... her gently probing tongue
sending me into a new place that was hot and electric... and
irresistible. Warmth spread to my breasts and to my pussy,
making me twitch and jerk my pelvis for just a second.

It was enough. Amy pulled back, and as I let go of the pungent,
powerful smoke, she said quietly, as if it were the most natural
thing in the world, "Sara... do you want me to fuck you?"

Before I even had time to think about it, my head was nodding
yes. I'll never forget the look that crossed her face. I would
have expected some kind of gloating smile or smug victory at her
conquest. Instead, it was one of gentle, tender compassion. It
was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

She stood and went to her desk. After lighting a small votive
candle, she turned out all the lights.

I watched her, unable to move as she undressed in front of me.
Unhurried, but just pulling off her sweatshirt and unbuttoning
her pants, she was a picture of grace and simplicity. Down to
her panties and bra, I saw the slightest evidence of wetness...
and then as she removed them, I gasped as I saw her erect
nipples.

I don't know if I can explain this... but I was... well,
honored. Her nipples were stiff, like little pencil erasers...
and it was for *me.* Me! I was turning this gorgeous, sexy
brunette woman... this *lesbian*... on. I moaned softly at the
emotion of it.

It felt... it felt *holy*.

Her skin was like satin in the candlelight. Her face looked so
soft... her turned up nose and short, auburn hair glowing as she
walked over to me, the sway of her body betraying her lust and
desire. It was something I could have touched, if I could have
moved my hand. I was frozen by the elegance of it all.

Her heavy lids closed halfway over her brown eyes, and her
soft, full lips seemed even fuller as she came close. She didn't
kiss me then... but as she whispered soft encouragement, telling
me how beautiful I was, I could feel her warm puffs of breath
touching my face, drawing me ever deeper into my own desire.

I was crying. There was nothing else I could do.

She reached up and began to unbutton my sweater. She looked
into my searching eyes and smiled as I trembled uncontrollably.
"Just relax," she said. "I am here for you and you alone
tonight, and I promise... you're safe."

One by one my pieces of clothing disappeared. I lifted my butt
to help her remove my jeans and panties with one smooth,
incredibly slow motion. There was no trace of hurriedness, no
hint of desperation... just Amy, honoring my willingness, my
desire, my fear... and my lust. Making it safe. Making it
perfect.

She stood and pulled me to my feet. I was floating in some
other world... naked with another woman in a way I had never
been before. And as she pulled me close and kissed me, tongue
dancing with mine, our bodies touched, nipple to nipple, belly
to belly, skin against hot skin... I felt something inside of me
melt away forever.

Some would call it innocence lost. I called it saying goodbye
to the empty place in my soul.

She gently had me sit down on the edge of the bed, and then lay
me back as I felt her hand cup my mons, her fingers moving to my
folds.
I 
moaned and opened wider for her. There was no hesitation now,
no question, no fear. There was only Amy and her lips, the taste
and touch and smell of her against me.

The jolt of pleasure moved through me as I moaned into her
kiss, and she responded... kissing me more deeply without making
it more forceful, somehow... it was her response in the dance
that she was teaching me.

My hips began to move with her hand, her finger entering me as
her thumb played across my clit, finding what felt best,
improvising, adjusting... *communicating* in a way I'd never
dreamed possible.

She broke the kiss and moved to my breast, licking around the
aureole and then pulling it into her mouth, gently at first, and
then with growing intensity. It felt like a strange tickle/itch,
and grew until my chest was heaving in passion, sending sparks
down a hot wire straight to my clit. I couldn't stop my
undulating hips and chest, and she, my ravager, only kept on and
on, knowing somehow that I had never felt anything do intense...
so intense that it didn't even feel like the playing I had so
come to love over the last few weeks.

So much better. So much deeper. It was almost too much to bear.

As if she could sense my overload, she stopped and came back up
to kiss me. "Are you all right?" she whispered.

All I could do was croak. "God."

"Mmmmmm, good," she whispered again as she smiled. Kissing me
gently and briefly with lips of silk, she stood again. I wasn't
worried. There was no loss. I was completely in her hands,
without worry or fear of any kind.

"Close your eyes, Sara," she said, softly. "I want to take you
to heaven."

There was nothing to do but do as she asked. I felt her hands
press my knees apart. *Oh my God... she's going to...!* and
then... she did.

I felt her tongue swipe up the length of my wet slit, making my
legs jerk strongly and outside of my control. She laughed just a
little, tenderly, and said, "God, I love that. I love making you
feel this."

I couldn't speak. I only moaned more loudly and pulled my legs
back, holding my knees, widening myself as much as I could to
Amy's probing, wonderful tongue. She pressed inward, causing a
tremble to move through my body, and then upward as she found my
engorged pleasure button, sucking it in, circling and flicking
with her insidious tongue, like a fire dancing pleasure into me
with every movement.

"NNNG! NNNNGAH!  OH! OH! OH!" I began to chant in rhythm with
her flicking wonder-tongue, my hips grinding into her face as my
legs wrapped around her, pressing her to me.

Her hand reached up as she licked, pinching my nipple roughly,
and the pain made me scream... but it was a scream of delight as
the pinch echoed strongly in my clit. Alternating pinches and
flicks, I felt my mind going, my thoughts only of *lust bodies
skin pleasure fuck juice god YESSSS UNNNNNNNGH!*

I screamed loudly as my orgasm washed over me, her tongue glued
to my pulsing, cumming pussy, my body losing all elegance and
jerking spasmodically as my hips flew up and down off the bed,
pummeling my new lover with my crotch, toes opening and curling
uncontrollably in ecstasy as my tongue licked my lips and my
teeth bit down....

As I came down, I felt like my insides were spinning and wakes
of aftershocks moved through me, my coos of delight charging the
electric air between us.

Amy slid up my body as my legs relaxed, her lips finding mine,
covered with my first taste of womanly juices and the tang of
passion mixed with the sweetness of her own swollen, fleshy,
lightly bruised lips.

I was ravenous... throwing my arms around her in a kiss that
marked my true awakening.

She broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "You okay, sweetie?"

I whispered back, awkward and clumsy in the wake of what had
just happened, "The book... was so wrong. This is better... I...
I..." Tears formed and I cried from joy, from loss, for all the
years of having been so alone, and so blind.

We lay there fondling and kissing for a long, long time. I let
the emotions wash through me... of joy, love, sadness,
sisterhood... and the beginnings of love and adoration for this
woman who had given me so much. It was beyond words.

It was my homecoming.

"What time do you have class tomorrow?" she asked, softly.

"Eight-thirty," I said, quietly. It felt like my voice was
booming in the quiet room.

"You'd better get to bed then, lover... it's two-thirty, now."

*Lover.* 

The word sent a delicious thrill through me.

"But..." I squeaked.

"No, tonight was your night. A gift," she said, as if reading
my thoughts. "We have lots more nights to share."

She kissed me again, and I savored the moment, a moment I knew
would never come again. *There is only one first time. Remember
everything,* I told myself. *Every little, wonderful, glorious
thing...*

I put on my bra and panties and walked reluctantly to the door.
As I reached for the handle, she walked up behind and reached
around, cupping my breasts and nuzzling my neck. I melted back
into her for a moment. She whispered, "How do you feel? Okay?"

"Mmmmm," I whispered back.  "Giddy. And I'm thinking of
everyone hearing us tonight."

"It worries you?" she asked, in between light kisses on my neck.

"No," I answered. "I'm... proud. I want everyone to know. I
can't see how joy like this could be wrong. I had no idea."

"Yes you did, Sara. You just gave me the honor of showing you
what you already wanted."

I turned around, and saw something I'll never, ever forget. Her
eyes were filled with newborn tears. "Sleep well, Sara-love. And
come back to me, soon."

I kissed her and walked back to my room, slowly, full of the
grace of joyous bliss, and full of the rapture and serenity of
finally, perfectly, finding the center of myself... and the end
of my rainbow.




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To be continued...


Please send any comments to cats_sara@yahoo.com. Thanks for
reading!


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