My head was still spinning from the pure euphoria of it all. I laid back down on the bed. My breasts hung low and brushed up against her soft curvy back. I wanted to wake her more than anything. I wanted to relive all of the passion and the intensity of last night, but didn’t dare touch her too much for fear it was all a fantasy, a dream.

As I pressed into her she stirred slightly. She was very real and just looked so beautiful, bathed in the morning light. I lightly stroked a strand of hair away from her face, her beautiful face. Had this really happened? Was the woman who was laying next to me really Sarah? I lifted the top sheet back to reveal the rest of her perfectly shaped body. Her skin was pearly white and smooth as silk. Her ass was round and firm to a fault. I could feel myself getting wet just from looking at her.

I leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck. Slowly the events of last night started coming back to me. I remember I was out celebrating with the girls. Just a quiet evening at Gloss, the most chic lesbian bar in all of New York. That’s where I spotted her. She was alone at the bar, her drink barely touched, her cigarette lay in the ashtray unlit. As soon as I saw her, I checked out of the conversation I was having with my friends and concentrated solely on her- Sarah, my beautiful and unavailable Sarah. As soon as my friends saw who I had been staring at they all grunted with desperation. They had been through this before. They didn’t like her because they considered her a high femme, but deep down it was all jealousy. The fact that she was so feminine and attracted to masculine women was what had always attracted me to her. To a beautiful lipstick lez like me she was a challenge.

In spite of my friends protests I picked up my martini and walked over to her. I sat down next to her but she didn’t even notice me. “Why all alone, beautiful?” I asked but she didn’t even look up. It was as if I had said nothing at all. I placed a hand on her bare shoulder and asked, “Sarah, are you alright?” Her skin felt cool to the touch but it stirred her out of her mental cocoon.

“Oh, hi, Nora,” she said. “I didn’t see you. Have you been sitting there a while?”

“No, not long. Just long enough to notice you weren’t quite your beautiful self,” I teased.

“Ha, right now the last thing I feel is beautiful,” she said. Her eyes were full of sorrow and they filled with tears. It broke my heart to see her that way.

“Sarah, what’s wrong? If you need to cry or vent, I’m here.” I placed my arms around her and let her head rest on my shoulder. Her hair was like silk and smelled like a valley full of flowers. She didn’t resist as I held her tighter, but just sank into me and slowly let out a river of tears. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did some mean dyke break your heart?” The sheer mention of the word dyke made her break out into sobs. People started to turn and look in our direction. I had to do something. Quickly I called over the bartender and paid our tabs, then I gathered her things and we made our way out of the crowded bar.

Fortunately she didn’t put up a fight. She let me lead her through the crowd and out into the fresh city air. Outside she got her crying under control, at least long enough to tell me her story. She had been seeing a woman named Beth for the past month. Apparently Sarah thought it was serious but Beth thought otherwise. She had just used Sarah as a plaything. She never meant to get serious about her and that night she had told her so. When she finished telling me she once again broke out into sobs. Poor thing, I thought. How could anyone be so cruel? I held her as we walked through the empty streets, the sound of our heels against the concrete were our only company.

We walked block after block until we reached my loft. I didn’t want her to think I wanted to take advantage of her, but suggested we go inside and rest for a bit. There was no way I could have let her spend the evening alone and in her state I didn’t think she would be up to anything except crying and talking. When we got upstairs, she laid down on the couch while I sat next to her on the opposite end. I picked up her feet and slipped off her heels. Gently I started to rub her feet as she laid back and relaxed. Her feet were so small and pretty; everything about her was so perfect. I couldn’t help but get aroused as I rubbed from her toes all the way up her calves.

“What’s wrong with me?” she asked. I wasn’t sure if she was speaking rhetorically or really after an answer, so I just continued to massage her. “Am I so boring and unappealing that no woman would consider having me as more than just a plaything?” She sat up and crawled over to where I sat. “You think I’m attractive don’t you? You think I’m interesting?” I opened my mouth to answer but before I could say a word she covered it with her own. Her kiss was heavenly; her lips were so soft. She had taken me by surprise, but I recovered quickly and kissed her back with equal passion. The longer we kissed the more she got into it. She straddled me on the couch and started grinding her hips into me. I tried to resist at first but my lust got the better of me and soon I responded full force to her advances.

Something came over me at that moment, a strength from within. I picked her up like she was a rag doll, her legs wrapped around my waist. She held on tightly to me as I carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down at the foot of the bed. She pulled her lips away from mine but wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down with her. She wanted me to make love to her and I was more than ready to. I had lusted after her for so long. Now it was my chance to show her that she didn’t need a masculine woman to experience the heights of ecstasy.

I brought my lips down to her neck. She moaned as I nuzzled her. My hands worked at the buttons of her blouse, clearing the path for my lips. I wanted to ravish her, to taste every inch of her body. When my hands got to the edge of her skirt they wasted no time in sliding them past her hips and down her long legs. I pulled back and admired the vision before me. There was Sarah, her long red hair spread out on the pillows, her bosom hidden behind a sheer lacy strapless bra, her sweet pussy tucked behind the matching panties. I could feel myself dripping with desire and I knew had to have her.
Through the lacy fabric I sucked on her nipples, and they hardened against my lips. I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her nipples large and brown called to me, begged for my lips to take them. I let my tongue circle her proud erect tits, gently sucking and nipping at them with my lips. I blew on them, letting the cool air hit her stiff nipples. She moaned loudly the more I blew on them. She wriggled on the bed; I let go of her breasts and licked down to her stomach. I couldn’t get enough of how her body tasted. My tongue traced a wet path down to her soaked panties.

Gently I slipped them down to reveal her small strip of pubic hair. It was the doorway to heaven, I thought as I lightly stroked it with my tongue. Her back arched as I teased her with long deep caresses. She buried her hands in my hair and pushed me down, forced me to bury my tongue deeper inside her pussy. I sucked on her clit and let my finger slide inside of her. Faster and faster I worked her, enjoying the way I was making her moan uncontrollably. Her hands let go of my hair and grasped the white linen sheets. I looked up at her and watched her as her body tightened right before releasing her first orgasm of the night.

An endless stream of pussy juice filled my lips. Eagerly I drank every last drop of it. When her stream slowed to a stop, I worked her for more, making her cum several times in a row. I pulled myself up to her. She placed her hand on my cheek and with her finger traced my lips. I took her finger in my mouth and sucked on it. I looked into her bright green eyes. They were once again free from sadness and the tears she’d shed were long gone. I had taken all that away and if she’d let me I would make sure they never came back.

She closed her eyes and gave herself to sleep. Poor baby, I thought, she must be exhausted. I got off the bed and undressed. I looked in the dresser mirror and admired my body. My breasts were perky and round; my skin glowed in spite of the darkness. With my fingers I traced from my breasts down to the center of my being. I wanted to cum so badly, but I would wait. I barely made a sound as I slipped in next to her and cradled her body. She leaned into me and with her safely tucked in the crook of my arm I let myself drift off to sleep.

That seemed like so long ago instead of just a few hours ago. I couldn’t resist any longer and kissed her lightly on the arm. She stirred and I wrapped my leg around her. She moaned and pressed back against me. Slowly she opened her eyes. She looked around disoriented.

“Mmmm,” she said as she stretched. “I guess it wasn’t a dream.”

“No, baby, it was very real.” I said.

She turned her body to face me. Her lips were so close I couldn’t help but take them in mine. She kissed me gently but firmly. It was a very intimate kiss. “I like waking up like this,” she said once our lips parted.

“Good, cause I don’t plan on letting you wake up any other way from now on.”