Message-ID: <31895asstr$997168203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <cats_sara@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20010806230122.49899.qmail@web11707.mail.yahoo.com> From: "Cat's sara" <cats_sara@yahoo.com> Subject: {ASSM} {RP}End of the Rainbow(2/2)-FF, ROM, First - by Sara H Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 03:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/31895> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, gill-bates ===== ====================================================== "This is the true joy in life: The being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one..." - George Bernard Shaw ====================================================== Read all my stories at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sara_H/www __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! Messenger http://phonecard.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "End_of_the_Rainbow_Part_Two.txt" begin> Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c)2001 by Sara H ---- End of the Rainbow by Sara H Categories: FF, College, Rom, First Time ---- 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. ---- Please send any comments to cats_sara@yahoo.com. Please include the name of the story about which you are commenting. Thanks for reading! <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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