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Subject: {ASSM} {RP}End of the Rainbow(2/2)-FF, ROM, First - by Sara H
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Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by
sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2001 by Sara H
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End of the Rainbow

by Sara H

Categories: FF, College, Rom, First Time

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Part Two

I went to what was commonly known as a "suitcase" school.
That meant that on the weekends, everyone generally went
home. But I liked the space and the seclusion of the
weekends. I was usually the only one around on my floor. In
fact, there were usually maybe five people in the entire
dorm.

I lay in my bed on Saturday morning, thinking about what
had happened two nights before. I read somewhere that doing
something once is a fluke, but when you do it twice, it is
your own, and part of you forever. It wasn't like that for
me. It was part of me before I ever gave myself to Amy. I
knew that, now.

Amy had merely pulled back the curtain of my self-
ignorance. And she had taken me into something beautiful
beyond what I could have possibly imagined.

And now, laying in the quiet of the beginning of the
weekend, I was pulling down the waistband of my panties.
Again.

I jumped at the light knock at my door. "Just a sec!" I
yelled, and threw on a sweatshirt.

I opened the door, and there she was. My eyes must have
been bugging out of my head from my surprise, because she
said, "Geez, Sara, I didn't shower yet, but do I look
*that* bad?"

"No, no... umm... come on in, Amy," I stammered. You would
think that after what we had done that I would have been
ecstatic, and I was, but I was also scared. It wasn't the
sex... I had no qualms about that... but I was infatuated
and knew it, and what I didn't know, at least for sure, was
how she felt about *me.*

"I just came to collect my property," she said, smiling.

I gulped. Hard. My hands started shaking at her words.

"You know, my book?" she prompted, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh! Right..."

I walked over to my desk and placed my hands around it.
Looking down, I said, "Um... Amy... about the other
night... I... um... well it meant maybe more to me than..."
I stammered until I got the nerve to turn back around.

I did, though. Right into her arms. "Does this answer your
question?" she whispered, pulling me into a passionate,
searing kiss. Her hands grabbed my ass and squeezed,
pressing me to her, arms trapped down, making me moan into
her wet, dancing mouth and tongue. She took my tongue
briefly and suckled it... pulling it into her as my knees
went weak... just like they did every time I thought of her.

Then she stepped back and took the book out of my hands
while I stood there, swaying stupidly, waiting for my mind
to clear. "Don't move," she said, throwing the book onto
the bed. She grabbed my wrists and pressed them over my
head, pushing me back against the wall, her body leaning
against mine.

"I want my *other* property, too," she said, smiling
wickedly.

I was taken aback, even as I trembled. There was a little
voice in my head telling me that I should be worried. But
there was also a delicious shiver that ran from my center
outward, making my breath come in quick little gasps.

I was excited beyond belief.

*Property.* God. She was as obsessed with me as I was with
*her.*

As she held me, her soft, satin lips brushed across mine,
over and over, pulling back, not allowing the kiss as I
stretched my neck forward... creating more and more need in
me as the sensation melted my emotions into quivering lust.

I could only get lost in the feeling of it, the unhurried
wonder of allowing every sensation to course through me,
romantic and hot. The emotional savoring, the holding back,
the loving for loving's sake, was destroying my most
careful inhibitions, laughing at them, showing them for the
adolescent folly that they were.

I was gasping so hard that I could barely breath as her
lips met mine again and took my spirit somewhere new. Our
tongues danced, reaching out from the warm caverns of our
mouths, pressing us into the joy of ethereal, hot
sensuality, and I was falling more deeply in love.

"Would you like to take a shower, Sara?" she whispered.

"I usually do," I answered, missing her invitation
completely.

"No," she said. "I mean..."

"Oh!" I felt totally foolish as what she'd meant came to
me. "Do you... think it's safe?"

"Sara. I wouldn't ask if it weren't. The only thing I had
to be sure of was that it wasn't the pot that inspired you
before," she said softly, the vulnerability hitting a
string in me that vibrated my entire body as she held me
there, panting with desire for her.

"Inspired, maybe," I whispered, almost silently. "But it
was all me that said yes. It was me that wanted you. Wants
you."

It was Amy's turn to shiver. "Ohhhh, God," she whispered
as her lips and tongue fell to my neck.

It was a little while before we made it to the shower.

----

I had a sudden deja vu of summer camps and gym class. I
felt completely awkward, and fell into my regular washing
routine. But Amy had other ideas.

She threw back her head, standing backwards under her own
shower, letting the water run down her body. I watched as
she savored the feeling of the rivulets running over her
shoulders, between her breasts, over her belly, and down to
her delta... while I became entranced by the vision she
presented. God, she was sexy without thinking about it.

Slowly she opened her soft, brown eyes and looked at me,
smiling gently. "You should just enjoy the water. Take your
time. Feel it pour over you. Let it seduce you."

"I - I don't - I've never -" I stammered, feeling clumsy
and foolish with my washrag in my hand.

"Here, I'll help," she said, walking over to me.

"Just lean back into me," she offered, standing behind me
under the running water, her arms encircling my belly.

I leaned back as her hands found my stiffening nipples,
writing little circles around them. Little ripples of
sensitive pleasure moved through me, causing my mouth to
fall open, the water falling from one lip to the other. My
eyes closed as I surrendered my mind and body to the
feeling, a long, whispered moan pushing out from my
innermost self.

I could feel her cradling me, responding to me, becoming
one with my emotion; one with my craving and impulsive,
irresistible lust.

There was a cold moment as she disappeared... and then it
was gone, and she was back. I felt her hands slide slickly
up my belly and over my now screaming, tight nipples.

I smelled the soap in her hands and began to writhe
obscenely against her, wanting to seduce her as she was
seducing me, changing me, awakening the woman inside of me
in a way that could never be denied again.

My clit was aching as I put my hands over hers, pressing
them down to my hot little button, taking control of the
motion, leading the dance as our bodies slid together in a
dance of Sapphic ecstasy.

And then I exploded, nearly falling to the floor gasping
as she laughed and held me... but it was a laugh of joy, of
abandon, of shared bliss.

I stood as best I could, and fell against her, kissing her
deeply, my own passion finally unbound and restless, my
hunger let loose into the world in a whirlwind of light and
love...

----

We went out to the Canteen for breakfast. She asked what I
was going to have and nearly fell over laughing when I
mentioned something about "the usual nasty." Runny eggs,
undercooked bacon... but you'd have thought we were having
a candlelight dinner in the finest restaurant, feeding each
other, laughing, gazing into the light of each others' eyes.

And then I saw it. The thing that changed me, and us,
forever.

Amy was blushing.

"What?" I asked, leaning my head in and smiling to her
across the table.

"Sara... I... there's something I have to tell you."

My heart stopped. I was ready for the worst. She had a
girlfriend. I wasn't being what she wanted me to be. I was
not the dream for her that she was for me. Fear gripped me
like a vise and clamped down on my heart. "Yes?" I asked,
hesitating, preparing for the worst.

"I know you think I'm all experienced and um... that I'm
like... well, in control and all... or something... I don't
know..."

I kept my head forward but looking straight into her deep
brown eyes. "Go on," I said. "It's okay." I said it, but I
wasn't sure I felt it.

"It's just that you seem to be so... attached so quickly
and I don't want to hurt or scare you..." 

I felt my tears, hot and painful, beginning to well up in
my eyes, just under the surface.

"But... it's never been like this for me either... and I'm
hoping I'm right about the way you feel... because I feel
it, too. I've felt it for a long time."

I let out a choked sob, in that exquisite place between
expected pain and surprised joy, and before I could stop my
lips from speaking, I whispered, "I love you, Amy."

She stopped and stared... and then smiled and got the most
wonderful coy look, like a child who didn't know what to do
with all the joy of Christmas morning.

"God... I... I do love you, Sara. I really do." I could
hear the tremble in her voice as she realized along with
me, the depth of what we were saying. "I can't believe
this," she said, her words cracked with emotion. "But...
feeling is believing," she said, finally sounding more like
herself.

We finished and walked back to the dorm, aching to hold
hands like anyone else in love, but we held back, not
wanting to risk anything that would damage the fragile
flower we had grown.

When we got to her room, she turned to me and kissed me
lightly, and then again with pure love and passion.

"Thank you for finding me," I whispered, when the words
would come.

"Thank you for being lost," she answered, smiling.

We went into our rooms, smiling and slightly dazed, to do
the things we had to do before we could spend the rest of
the weekend together.

----

I could barely concentrate on my papers and schoolwork all
day long. I went through it as fast as I could, the desire
to be with the newly found love of my life driving me on
with maniacal speed. I had no idea I could type so quickly.

When I finally knocked on her door that evening, Amy
yelled, "Just a second!" to the accompaniment of drawers
closing and general commotion. Puzzled, I waited for a few
moments until I heard the sound of the lock clicking open.

She opened the door, standing behind it out of view, and
asked me in. The smell of sandalwood incense filled my
nostrils as I stepped into the glowing, warm room. Several
small candles were lit, basking the room in golden light,
transforming it from a utilitarian dorm room into a lover's
paradise.

The bed covers were turned back, and I looked on, amazed
at what she had done for us... for me. My heart was
fluttering as I stepped further in and she closed the door
behind me.

I turned around to see her, now expecting her to be naked,
but she was dressed in a sheer, see-through, peach evening
gown with spaghetti straps... and no bra. At any other time
it would have been silly, and certainly not in keeping with
her boyish sense of playfulness, but I was captivated,
transported to a new world of romance and tenderness.

She looked embarrassed.

"Do you like it?" she said, nearly whispering the words.
My mind reeled at her tender vulnerability. She had no idea
that in my world, she could do no wrong. "I mean, I can
undo..."

I stopped her words with my own forceful, relentless kiss,
pressing her back to the wall, consciously feeding the
energy of my lust into her, showing her the animal passion
she had let loose inside me. My pointed tongue writhed
against her own, her taste threatening to make me lose all
sense of where I was. I thought I had been hot for her
before.

Now, I was the blazing surface of the sun.

I curled one leg around hers...  feeling the new and
unknown sensation of nakedness held apart by the most
delicate of fences, the heat of her body pouring from her
and adding to mine. I had no idea where I was going... I
only knew that I was going there fast, and taking her with
me. My lips kissed across the soft line of her jaw, my face
taking in... *breathing* in... her hair.

This was me as I'd never known I existed... free and hot,
the years of pent-up insecurity and passion flowing out of
me and moving my body and mind in ways that I had heard,
but never believed, could be.

Finally it was too much and I stepped back, breathing
heavily. "I think you've created a monster," I said,
smiling hopefully at her, hoping my display was not
ridiculous. What a roller-coaster I was on.

"No, not a monster, my love," she said, taking my hand and
pulling me to the bed. "An angel."

We fell to the bed, laughing and kissing, surrendering to
the shared passion that only seemed to get larger and more
powerful with every moment.  Suddenly she stopped, and
reached over to the chest beside the bed. "I've been saving
something for tonight," she said, and pulled out a little
piece of foil. "Unless you mind, of course," she went on,
unwrapping the foil from around what looked like a little
square, like a bullion cube, only dark green.

I looked at her with a question on my face. "Hash," she
answered.

She broke off a little piece and put it in a small pipe,
and lit it. The aroma was pungent, but sweet... not like
pot at all. She kissed me and blew the smoke into me... in
a suddenly very familiar ritual. But there was something
special, something shared that was more than the green
square, and the silkiness of the high it was beginning to
give me.

Instead of it making me horny, it was making what I
already felt more tactile and alive. I know I sound like a
pure dopehead, but it wasn't like that. I was about Amy. It
was about me. Us.

After finishing about half of the little cube, she
whispered, "Sara, I'm going to fuck you all night long..."

I moaned and fell backward onto the bed. She straddled me,
and then slid one leg under me, her body leaned away from
mine, her legs at my shoulders. I felt an electric jolt as
her wetness touched mine... and she began to slide and rock
against me.

I'd seen this in the book she'd given. It was one thing I
didn't understand... but feeling her body, and knowing her
love, I began to respond with movements of my own.

The feelings came slowly, in little twitches and moments
of sparking that teased at my pussy, gradually warming me
and moving upward through my body. My nipples began to
ache, and the pleasure of what she was doing began to shape
my thoughts and actions... and I realized that we were not
just giving pleasure, but building to something...
something new and wonderful.

Our moans and mewls began to combine and drive us faster,
finding a rhythm that was both alien and irresistible. I
felt my climax building and heard Amy's gasping breath
followed by a loud scream as she leapt off the edge off the
earth.

Suddenly my mind was a tornado, my body on fire and the
lust and love and passion and fire combined in my soul, and
I was with her... one body, one heart, one mass of perfect,
blended bliss...

I opened my eyes. *My God, I passed out!* I thought,
quivering still as tremendous waves of pleasure passed
through me again and again.

Amy slid up my body, and she kissed me... I could feel her
heart beating in her chest, and it was exactly in time with
mine... and I knew that all the words of becoming one, of
joining, of union, were not just words, but some spiritual
place of incredible reality.

And then, as I trembled against her in love and awe, she
was straddling me again, this time across my belly.
Carefully walking up my body on her knees, she stopped,
kneeling, my breasts pushed up by her crotch and her knees
in my armpits. As she looked down, shadows covered her
eyes, giving her an exotic look that sent an even stronger
shiver through me.

"Your turn," she said, quietly. There was no question. It
was not a request. My mind reeled as I realized that this,
for me, was the point of no return.

I placed my hands behind her butt, pulling, and she smiled
so tenderly that it almost made me cry.

She fell forward to her hands, carefully lifting first
one, and then the other knee over my shoulders. I cooed
softly as the scent of her filled my nostrils, and her
folds became my world.

She lowered as I stretched my tongue upwards for my first
true taste of... of my *love*... her knees moving wider and
wider apart. I could feel the heat of her on my face, and
relished the moment, and then gently touched her swollen
slit with the tip of my tongue.

An electric thrill moved through me as I tasted the
slightly tangy taste of the woman for whom I had fallen so
deeply. Nervous shivers ran up and down my spine, wanting
to be perfect, to be everything she wanted me to be, in
that moment of incredible giving.

I pressed in, and felt the satin essence of her embrace my
tongue, and licked upward, finding her swollen, distended
clit. It seemed so *huge*... like a slick blister... and as
I heard her gently mewl, I knew that I had reached my goal.

I circled around it, teasing, and then glided gently
across, over and over, making my glory's legs twitch with
each flick of my pointed tongue. I remembered her words
from our first moments, and realized how true they were. I
moaned into her and pressed down on her clit, letting it
pop out, and she let loose an unearthly grunt/howl...

I began to torture her, savoring each movement and taste,
and the taste that was changing as she began to grind her
hips forward and back. My own hips began to move as I heard
her begin to chant, "Sara... Sara... oh.... Sara... god...
Sara..."

I moved more forcefully, crazily, my head glued to her
increasingly wild gyrations... my own lips swelling from
the beautiful sliding of her womansex across my mouth. I
was obsessed, uncaring... the brief thought of someone
walking in and catching us only making me hope that they
would... I was in glory, in heaven, and giving my heaven to
her...

Her legs squeezed in on the side of my ears and she came,
hard. I could hear her laughing scream through the near
deafness she was forcing onto my ears, and it only made me
more driven, more consumed in giving her pleasure and lust
and release from the bonds of the mortal world.

She slowly came to a stop... her breathing hard and deep,
raising from me and twitching as I gently rubbed my lips
against her nether companions...

She lowered to me, laying on top of me, her dress wrinkled
and half pulled off, and we kissed, even more deeply, as if
nothing was impossible, as if the depth of our love could
only go deeper, and the breadth of our passion could only
grow.

I lay as if under the influence of a heavy narcotic, sweet
and clear and pure. Amy whispered into my ear, as if for
the first time, "Sara... sweet, sweet Sara... I love you
for true..."

"As I love you, Amy. I'll love you forever."

Truer words were never spoken.

Amy was, and is, my first and truest love. Our years
together remained unspoiled, and our time apart has only
deepened what we feel. We gave each other a perfect gift...
the permission to be who we were and are, in everything.

And she showed me the miracle that has remained a miracle
to this day: At the end of every rainbow, there is no pot
of gold... there is only the next rainbow to cross, and
then the next, and the next... and always, together.






Fin.

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