The True Meaning

"Not torture, foreplay. And it's one of the best parts."

"Well, I want more," she squealed as Mel found a particularly ticklish spot.

"And that, my dear, is the point," Mel chirped happily as she began to kiss across the exposed flesh just below Leah's neck.

"Please?"

"Oh, fine," Mel said with an exaggerated sigh. She sat back, taking a moment to let her eyes wander over the beauty in front of her. Leah's hair was a tangled mess spread out on either side of her head, the odd strand sticking to her cheek or neck. Her bright blue eyes seemed to shimmer in the dark. She was already sweating, and her face was flushed. Leah's chest rose and fell quickly with her breath, and Mel chose her next target.

"Hmm," she said as she raised both her hands, still clutching Leah's. "I seem to be out of hands."

"I don't remember it taking this long," Leah said, casually feigning boredom.

"What?" Mel said, sitting up straight and releasing Leah's hands.

"I was joking," Leah laughed, not reading the concern on Mel's face.

"Leah, have you had sex before?"

"Well, yeah," Leah shrugged. "But not with a woman," she added, trying to prevent this conversation from going where it was inevitably going to end up.

"When?" Mel asked, sensing Leah's reluctance. The expression on Leah's face was one she had seen all too often.

"In high school. But only a couple of times. It's not like I was a slut or anything," Leah said, her voice shaking. Mel stared silently at her for a second, trying to figure out what Leah was hiding. Then, a light bulb lit up in her head.

"So, where did this come from?" she asked, running her finger over the part of Leah's shirt covering her scar.

"I fell," Leah whispered. "On a rake."

"Where?"

"Look, can't we just..." Leah said with a smile as she reached for Mel's waist.

"No," she replied, moving off of Leah to sit next to her on the bed. "Where?"

"Albany," Leah answered, her voice almost fearful.

"What happened?" Mel whispered back, taking Leah's hands in her own. Leah looked away and began to cry, softly at first, before the panic set in.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please don't kick me out," she begged, burying her head in the pillows.

"What the fu... ahh. I see," Mel said. She gently placed a hand on Leah's back, slowly rubbing up and down the length of her spine, trying to soothe her pain away. "That would have been right after you ran away. You didn't have the first clue about living in the cold, and Albany in the winter is very cold."

"He said he wanted to help. That he felt sorry for me," Leah cried through the pillow. "I snuck out as soon as I could, and fell in the dark. Please, I didn't have any choice!"

"I know, kid. I know."

"Stop!" Leah screamed, suddenly sitting up. "Stop calling me that! He called me that..."

"Oh, God..." Mel gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Look, I know what you want," Leah said, hanging her head in resignation. "You've helped me so much, and I owe you. I'm sorry."

Mel felt a rush of blood to her face, and a blind fury built in her stomach. She reached out and grasped Leah's head firmly by the cheeks, forcing Leah to look at her. "You listen to me, goddamnit," she snarled. "Don't you ever, EVER apologize for what he did to you. I've done some things that I regret, things that I can't take back. But I don't want to use you, or to hurt you, and I won't force you to do anything. And I will never make you leave."

"Then why?" Leah cried. "Why are you doing this? Why do you want to have sex with me?"

"Because I love you," Mel said, surprising even herself. A silence fell over them, and for a moment Mel thought Leah might run for the door.

"The only person who ever said that to me was my daddy," Leah whispered, fighting to keep her tears at bay.

"I want to do more than tell you. I want to show you," Mel replied, fighting tears herself.

"Please show me!" Leah wailed, throwing herself at Mel, wrapping her arms around her. "Please, God, I want to know! I want to know what it's like to have someone love me, and to make love to me. I want to go to sleep in someone's arms and know that they'll still be there when I wake up. God, I don't want to be alone anymore," she screamed desperately, clinging to Mel with all of her strength, finally releasing emotions that she had fought so hard to bury for so long. Mel just cradled Leah in her arms, rocking slowly back and forth as Leah gasped and heaved through her tears.

"I will, I promise. I love you, Leah," she said soothingly.

"Say it again," Leah said, loosening her grip on Mel. "That was the first time you said my name. Please, say it again."

"Leah," Mel whispered.

"I love you, Mel." In response, Mel smiled and kissed her. Slowly, tenderly, passionately they kissed, letting their hands roam over each other's bodies. As Leah's hands passed over Mel's firm breasts they latched on, squeezing the soft flesh gently. Mel gasped slightly, and the kiss broke. When Leah looked at her and smiled, she seized the opportunity. Mel grabbed the hem of Leah's shirt and pulled it over her head in one swift motion, tossing to the floor.

She reached down to pull her own shirt off, but Leah's hands beat her to it. Mel raised her arms, making it easier for Leah to remove the shirt. Slowly, the blonde lifted, pulling the hem past Mel's navel, then her breasts, her neck, her face, and finally off before sending it flying across the room, and leaving Mel in a small black silk bra. As Leah drank in the heavenly sight, she noticed that Mel had a scar of her own, on her left side, just below the breast.

"Fallujah," Mel said as Leah reached out to touch the old wound. Mel caught Leah's arms and placed them around her neck. She shifted herself on the bed, and pulled Leah up until the younger woman straddled her. Lowering her head, Mel closed her mouth around the sensitive flesh on of Leah's neck, sucking gently before moving down and repeating. As she did, her hands reached around and released the clasp of Leah's bra, letting the white silk fall between them.

"God, this is hard," Leah gasped, throwing her head back as Mel pressed her finger tips into her back and nipping at her neck. Mel could feel Leah fumbling with her bra clasp and laughed.

"Not so easy when it's not yours, is it?"

"I'm just a little distracted... got it!" The clasp came loose, and Mel's bra fell between them as well. Leah leaned back to make enough room to allow her to throw the two bras aside, but as soon as they were gone, Mel took advantage of the opening. Bending her head down, she took one of Leah's small, hard nipples into her mouth and sucked. Leah cried out and tossed her head back in ecstasy, grabbing the back of Mel's head and pulling her closer. "Oh, fuck..."

"Like that, do ya'?" Mel asked without releasing Leah's tit from her mouth. The vibrations sent shocks through Leah's body, and Mel felt Leah's nails biting at her skin and her legs tightening around her body. She also felt an ever-growing heat between her legs, and from between Leah's as well.

"Holy shit, yeah, I like that," Leah moaned loudly, unconsciously starting to grind her hips against Mel's abdomen. Mel smiled and sucked in as much of Leah's breast as she could, holding it for just a moment before releasing her with a pop. "Oh, fuck!" Leah cried with a shudder, her head falling forward onto Mel's shoulder.

"You know, you've got quite a dirty mouth," Mel chuckled, stroking the back of Leah's head.

"Sorry. I don't mean to, but it just kinda... comes out," Leah said meekly. Mel wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her up. Twisting their bodies, she set Leah down with her head on the pillows again.

"Don't apologize," she smiled down at Leah. "Just do what comes naturally to you. Besides," she added with a mischievous smile, "I can't imagine what you're going to say in a minute." Mel hooked her thumbs into the waistband of Leah's pants and started to slowly pull them down. Past the curve of her hips, down her thighs, and past the knees until, at last, they were off. With a wry smile, Mel tossed the pants back over her head into the increasingly dark room. She leaned over and clicked on a bedside light, and, in doing so, dangled a nipple too close to Leah's mouth.

"Got you," Leah cried, and reached up to grasp the little nub between her lips, sucking gently on the hard flesh. Mel jumped a bit in surprise and had to put a hand on the headboard to steady herself, unprepared for the sudden jolt of sensation.

"Ohh!" she gasped. "You little minx. God that feels good." Leah's mouth on her nipple felt wonderful, but she quickly realized that Leah was a bit lost. "A little bit harder, love, and don't forget about your tongue," she said reassuringly, slipping one hand behind the back of Leah's head. The blonde increased the pressure ever so slightly, flicking her tongue over the tip. "A little more... perfect. Ohh, God. Vary the pressure a little," Mel moaned, pulling Leah's head tighter to her chest.

Leah let her hands roam over Mel's body, rubbing her shoulder, tracing over her ribs, and pushing their way under her pants in an attempt to get a hold of her ass. "Fuckin' pants," Mel grunted, and tried to push them off without letting Leah stop her ministrations. At first, Leah tried to help, but then decided just to wait and see if Mel could do it herself. After several minutes of moaning and groaning she had managed to get the waistband down to her knees, but could no longer reach. She resorted to kicking and using the bed to force them off, drawing a giggle from Leah. When she laughed, Leah's teeth grazed against the nub in her mouth.

"Oh, hell," Mel cried with a jolt. She caught Leah by surprise, and her nipple popped out of the blonde's mouth.

"Are you okay?" Leah said anxiously.

"God, yes," Mel gasped breathlessly, taking a moment to finally pull her pants off and toss them aside before pulling Leah's head to her other breast. "God, you're good at this," she whispered, kissing the top of Leah's head as she felt lips latch on to her nipple. As she held Leah's head to her chest, Mel's other hand groped around until it found one of Leah's. "Here, play with the other one," she breathed, placing Leah's hand on her free breast.

Leah groped and squeezed, but to no great effect, so Mel decided to show her. She sat back up, pulling Leah up to a sitting position, and slid one of her hands up to Leah breasts. "Do what I do," she said, and gently squeezed the soft flesh. Leah immediately mimicked her, squeezing Mel's breast and drawing a happy sigh from her lover. "Good, now just follow my lead," she whispered, letting her head rest on Leah's.

For several minutes, Mel squeezed and pulled, pinched and rolled, twisted and massaged Leah's breast. Each time, Leah copied exactly what she did, and soon Mel began to feel tension build in her core. The combination of Leah's mouth and hands was threatening to overwhelm her self-control, so she pulled gently on the back of Leah's head until she released the nipple. "What's wrong?" Leah said, concern in her voice.

"Absolutely nothing," Mel sighed drunkenly, pushing Leah gently back down onto the pillows. "You were gonna' make me come, and I want you to be first."

"You were going to... just from that?"

"Oh, you are so adorable!" Mel laughed, kissing the tip of Leah's nose. "I'm going to enjoy showing you how many ways there are to make a woman come." Mel started to move down Leah's body, but the younger woman grabbed her shoulders to stop her.

"I love you, too," she smiled. Mel simply smiled back, and continued to slide down Leah's torso. She gave one of Leah's nipples a quick lick as she went, stopping between her legs. Dipping her head, Mel gave Leah's stomach a light kiss, just above the hem of her white panties. She hooked a finger from each hand under the elastic band of Leah's panties and pulled slowly. As her thin garments slowly slid off, Mel kissed the flesh left exposed.

"Wait a minute," Mel said, realizing that something was wrong. She quickly pulled Leah's panties free, and found that Leah's pussy was completely bald except for a few short hairs around her lips. She looked back up at Leah. "How is it that you have no hair?"

"I don't like hair," Leah said, somewhat apologetically. "Except on my head, that is."

"So, you found a way to shave your pussy, but you couldn't get a good pair of shoes?" Leah shrugged in reply. "And you said that I'm the weird one," Mel smiled. Then, she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the inside of Leah's thigh, just inches away from her glistening lips. "You know, you've gotten quite wet."

"Sorry."

Mel hung her head, letting it rest against the inside of Leah's thigh. "Ki... love, you've got a lot to learn. Wet is good," she sighed. Then she leaned in again and took a long, slow lick of Leah's sensitive folds. Her tongue slid over the moist, swollen flesh from the base all the way up to the top, ending with a single flick of the tongue over Leah's clit that sent shivers through the young woman's body. "And delicious," Mel cooed.

Leah, meanwhile, was rapidly losing control of her body. She threw her head back and stared at the ceiling while her hands clenched and released the bed sheets repeatedly. Mel's tongue made another trip over her pussy, and Leah arched her back and cried out when instead of flicking her clit, she latched onto it. Leah felt her lover's warm, soft tongue swirl around her most sensitive nub, and squealed in delight.

"Liked that, huh?" Mel smiled, raising her head from between Leah's legs.

"Mmm dost nop!" Leah mumbled, her hands flailing.

"I'm sorry, what?" Mel teased.

"Don't stop!" Leah cried, pushing Mel's head back down. But she couldn't quite force Mel to make contact, and whined in frustration.

"Leah, look at me," Mel said calmly. "Leah." Leah at last looked down, and when their eyes met Mel leaned her head forward and again latched on to her lips. She sucked and licked and nibbled Leah's clit and lips, and the tension in Leah's body built to a head. Mel smiled inwardly and with one last swipe of the tongue, she sent Leah into ecstasy.

Leah threw her head back, spouting obscenities, and her legs locked up, toes curling and fingers grasping at hair and sheets and air. She cried out, tossing her head from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, robbing her of all coherent thought. Across her body, Leah's muscles contacted and relaxed. She saw sparkling lights, and felt jolt after jolt of pleasure rush through her.

As the heavenly tide began to recede, she became aware of Mel's lips, gently kissing up and down the inside of her thighs. Mel did her best to bring Leah back down gently, and her dazed lover's body went limp, sinking into the bed. She trailed kisses over Leah's body, moving back up towards her face, the pale skin glistening with sweat.

When Mel reached Leah's neck, the blonde grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her into a powerful, passionate kiss. Leah crushed her lips against Mel's, tasting a tangy, sweet, and slightly sour flavor that she did not recognize. "What's that taste?" she wondered, her mind still not able to recognize the obvious.

"It's you, love," Mel smiled, brushing a lock of hair from Leah's damp face. "It's your juices, your cum."

"It's... me," Leah repeated dumbly. "Is it... good?"

Mel nodded, rubbing her nose against Leah's. "It's very good."

"Oh... okay. That's... good," Leah sighed.

"Leah, are you okay?" Mel chuckled, rolling over to lie next to Leah.

"Peachy," Leah whispered, smiling happily. She followed Mel, rolling on top of her and resting her head on the tall brunette's chest. "Peachy as... peach!" she cooed.

"A Georgia peach?" Mel laughed, stroking her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Uhh-huh," Leah giggled. After a few minutes, Leah pulled up one leg. She hooked her big toe under the elastic band of Mel's black silk panties and pushed them down. As she moved, the friction caused by Mel's thigh against her tender pussy sent more shocks of pleasure through her body, igniting her passion again. As she finally managed to get the panties off of Mel, she continued to rock her hips, grinding against Mel's muscular thigh.

"Oh, I see where this is going," Mel giggled. Raising her hips, she used her hands and then her feet to force the covers down past Leah's legs. She sat up, briefly breaking contact between her thigh and Leah's pussy, and grabbed the bed sheets, pulling them back up over the two of them. "Put your weight on your knees, love," she whispered to Leah.

Leah complied and, in doing so, pressed her own thigh against Mel's very wet pussy. The immense heat she felt against her leg drove Leah wild, and she rocked her hips faster and faster. "Oh, God, Mel!" she moaned lustily, kissing any piece of soft, tanned flesh she could get to. Mel suddenly jerked her knee back, pressing her thigh into Leah and forcing her forward. When Leah's face came up to hers, Mel seized her with both hands and kissed her, driving her tongue past Leah's tips.

She felt the tension building in her again, but Mel was determined to wait for Leah, and forced her body to suppress her orgasm. The pace of Leah's rocking slowly became more and more frantic, her breathing faster and faster, the kiss deeper and deeper. Forcing the kiss apart, Mel gasped for air, and pulled Leah's head down next to her own as they rocked against each other.

"I'm gonna come again," Leah whispered weakly into Mel's ear, her eyes clamped shut.

"It's okay, baby," Mel whispered back, her mouth to Leah's ear, lips grazing the lobes. "So am I. Come with me, love. Let go and come with me." Before she finished, Mel felt Leah's body tense in her arms, and a flood of hot liquid covered her thigh. As Leah quaked in her arms, Mel let herself go.

They screamed and moaned and cried in each other's arms, each grasping desperately to feel more of the other. Pulses of electricity seemed to flood back and forth between them, turning their bodies into two quivering masses, desperate to become one. They rocked and ground against each other, whispering sweet words and admirations to each other, basking in the glow of their mutual ecstasy, in pleasure the likes of which neither had ever known.

Slowly, their bodies relaxed and their breathing returned to normal. Leah curled up into Mel, resting her head on Mel's chest. As she lay there, she heard her lover's heart pounding, and it was to that sound that she fell asleep. For a few minutes, Mel lay silently, gazing down at the beautiful creature in her arms. She stroked her hair with one hand, and used the other to pull the overs up, tucking them in around Leah's neck before joining her in contented sleep.

******

December 24^th

Leah woke to the sensation of a hand slowly stroking her hair. Fear crept into her mind as her senses returned, and her first instinct was recoil from the contact. But when she did, she realized she wasn't lying on a bed. Opening her eyes, she saw smooth tan skin, and looked up into warm brown eyes and a loving smile. Leah realized where she was, and relaxed.

"You okay?" Mel asked, seeing the distress in Leah's eyes.

"I am now," Leah smiled and nuzzled closer to Mel.

"Uh, Leah."

"Hmm?"

"I need to get up."

"Why?" Leah whimpered sweetly.

"Morning prayer," Mel said.

"Oh!" Leah said, quickly climbing off of Mel. "I'm so sorry. Oh, God, is this bad? Are you in trouble or something?"

"Relax," Mel laughed softly. "I still have time."

"What are you... how long will it take?" Leah asked timidly.

"Oh, a few minutes, give or take. Make yourself at home. Take a shower, have something to eat."

"Well... okay."

Half an hour later, as Leah emerged from the shower and Mel sat on the couch munching on another sibit, the door buzzer rang. "Ohh!" Mel squealed happily. "It's here!" She ran to the door and threw it open. Leah watched from the hall as Mel stepped out of the door and into the hallway. She heard a brief conversation, and then Mel came back into the room half dragging and half carrying a small pine tree, cut off at the base of the trunk.