A Heretic's Heart

"Well, I don't think I really snore, but I'd hate for you to have to find out. Nite, Jennifer," she ended our talking time.

"Night, night, hon, and thanks," I said, cognizant of having unconsciously uttered an endearment.

She put the light out, and we slept. As far as I could tell, she didn't snore, and if I did, she said nothing of it.

Chapter 4

When we woke up pretty much at the same time, we saw that we were facing each other closely, but not so much as to be making us uncomfortable. In fact, as we looked into each other's eyes, the biggest smile lit up our faces.

"Good morning," Paige said.

"Yeah, Hi, and a good morning to you too."

"Let's see about some coffee for you, and tea for me, K?"

"Good idea," I said, noting her abbreviation of 'okay' that she used for the first time. Was she for sure more comfortable with me? I thought so, and I knew I felt closer to her even if only as a friend, which was good anyway one looked at it.

When we had finished our morning rituals, we sat with our drink and enjoyed our company.

"Jennifer, would you like for me to take you to your dorm so you can pick up some clothes; maybe enough to keep you until we have to go to classes," she added sneakily, and a bit shyly.

That was it—for sure she liked me, but how much, and how remained to be answered.

"If you feel it's okay, sure," I tentatively said.

"I'm sure. It'll be nice having you here till then," she quickly let me know.

Just as she said, she drove me to my dorm, which was empty, thank goodness. There would be no busy bodies to question me, or wag their tongues elsewhere. I didn't really care who knew how I felt about Paige, but I didn't think anyone should say anything just to be talking, and maybe Paige being a good friend and that's it.

Back at her house, we had a light lunch, then I helped her get the food ready. She'd done some shopping and even had some wine if we wanted it, and, I noticed, a bottle of champagne, nor how she came by it as we were both underage. I also had no idea if it was common shelf champagne, or something that was supposed to be good and possibly expensive. In fact, I had no idea just what Paige's financial situation was, but I was getting an idea since she lived off campus and in a house with a nice car to boot. Maybe she just needed a friend, and if that was so, I'd be glad to fill that need for her, but definitely hope for more. She was a marvelous girl and a wonderful friend so far.

When it was time to put the ham in the oven, Paige suggested we shower.

"That way we can just enjoy the evening and talk until the New Year is in. What do you think?"

"Sounds great," I said. "In fact, it's a good idea. If need be we can do the dishes tomorrow morning with the breakfast dishes and just relax tonight."

"Yeah, that sounds even better," she agreed.

The ham in the over and cooking, we went to take our shower. I decided to put on shorts and a top; nothing fancy, but a nice Christmas present and that was very presentable. Paige was apparently taking her time as I was, but when she came out, my eyes just about popped out. She also had on a pair of shorts, but they were form fitting, though not tight in any way. To go with them, she had on a Tee top that was also pretty form fitting. The upshot was that her clothes showed off her figure as I'd only imagined it might be, and I was right.

"Your outfit looks terrific on you," I had to compliment her.

"Thanks. I think yours looks fantastic."

"A Christmas present; this is a nice way to break it in."

"Uh-huh. I think it's good to dress up a little, but still be very comfortable," she said.

Setting the table, she offered me a glass of wine. Not being one to drink, I just had a little, and sipped even less. That was enough to loosen me up though.

"Do you dance?" she asked.

"A little. You?"

"Same. I found a good station that plays soft music, and is easy to listen to. Anytime you want to try dancing some, we can, K?"

I nodded. The wine affected me, but not like my heart was. We talked a little, both of us kind of nervous, which I guessed was due to this being so much like a first date. Then the food was done and we set ourselves to enjoy a fine, leisurely dinner, black-eyes peas for luck in the New Year included.

"That was a superb dinner, Paige," I had to compliment her.

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

True to our word, we cleared the table, then took time to brush our teeth, and then let the food go down. We were both feeling very good, the bit of nervousness we'd had earlier gone as if it never was. Listening to the music, and talking in an easy manner, the time was slipping by.

"Would you like to dance?" she asked as a slow one was playing.

"Yes, I think so," I said and stood and helped her up.

Though I wasn't a great dancer, moving slowly and lost in my feelings of being so close to her, we danced for several tunes.

"You're a good dancer," she said.

"These were easy ones, and you made it easier," I said returning the compliment.

Something was happening though; I could feel it, sense it. It was as if we were merging, coming closer and closer, but why, I had no idea, just that there was a pulling by each of us. Even our talking was starting to become quieter, softer, and soon I found myself looking into her eyes more, sensing that I was being engulfed by their icy beauty, but there was only warmth there, and my heart was filling with an inexplicable joy, albeit slowly, inexorably.

Time was as naught; we talked in whispers, but I didn't remember what we said, but before we knew it, we suddenly realized that time had indeed flown by and it was almost midnight. Maybe it was the excited tenseness of the radio's announcer that caught our attention. We stood simultaneously and looked at each other with an expectation in our eyes, in our bodies.

Then it was midnight!

Somehow we were moving as if slow dancing, or barely dancing, and Paige's cheek was against mine. Shortly, I felt her lips kiss my cheek.

"Happy New Year, Jennifer," she whispered, her lips barely leaving my cheek.

"Happy New Year, Paige," I responded woodenly, my own lips against her cheek.

Our lips didn't leave where they were, save to slowly graze around each other's cheek, then wending toward our lips where we met in the softest kiss that was as sweet and delicate as she was. We were on a high, atop Mt. Kismet surrounded by clouds that were wondrous and excluding all but our being, our nascent love expression.

"I love you, Jennifer," Paige whispered softly, her voice having a vibrating tenderness that resonated with everything in my body, especially my heart.

"I love you, Paige. God, I love you so much," I said with the same intensity.

We just knew that we were saying that we were in love with each other; there was no doubt of that, and our bodies gently made motions of wanting to merge, to be one with our love.

It was magic; it must have been for the next thing I knew we were in her bedroom and our clothes, few as they were, were just about off. I had several surprises in store for me, the first just after I stopped kissing her. Though I knew nothing of making love, my body seemed to know, and when I saw her breasts, how sweet they were, large for her slender body, and with nipples that were unusual.

My eyes riveted on them for a moment, then my head bent as I kissed a breast, then quickly took its nipple in my mouth. They were so unusual, or I thought so. They were slender as she was, but they protruded as if they were small popsicles to be licked, which I did, but also sucked it into my mouth and lavished it with my tongue's love of it. I was enchanted with the sight of them, and needful of making love to the one I suckled.

I heard her moan, and felt her hand at the back of my neck as if to pinion me to her nipple as she let me know of her ecstasies. I loved hearing her, feeling her desire of my mouth on her, my tongue licking, and even nibbling on her nipple. Then by some other knowing of my body, I did the same to her other nipple.

No, I knew nothing of making love, but my body did for she was on the bed and I was kissing her face everywhere, a quiet hunger in me to know her taste, the wonder of her femininity. As I kissed, her body kept arcing for whatever reason, but it seemed to draw my lips downward to find out, to know all of her mysteries that she was inviting me to discover.

Past her tummy, my hands spastic, moving quickly in their frantic haste to encompass her, the intensity of it all was making my fingers tremble as they caressed her loveliness. Finding my face feeling hair, I stopped, looked mildly, then breathed her in, the aroma of her sex far too inviting, drawing me ever closer to her vagina.

I noticed that her pubic hair was very light, somewhat sparse, it seemed, and it was as if she was watering it slowly. The moisture was warm, aromatic and compelling such that my fingers parted her hair to delve into the source of her wetness, and discovering it and her pulsing lips, I bent to them and licked, savoring her love.

I lifted up my face and groaned as I tasted of her sweetness, and desired it as if it were the sweetest of honeys. Returning to her lips, I licked again, this time from as far down as I could, then up fully, my tongue flat to have all she offered, and again, finding another surprise, her clitoris as my tongue skimmed over it. Her hips really raised up then, and I moved with her, all the while making sure to remain with my face between her thighs.

My hands had slowed in their meanderings, going up and down her thighs and what I could feel of her buttocks. I was very much aware of her now, of my hands on her smoothness, how firm she felt, yet so soft as my mouth kept drinking of her ongoing outpouring of her love.

"You're loving me so sweetly, my beautiful love," I heard her whisper as her hands were in my hair, mildly pushing me to remain at her lips with my tongue. I quickly learned that her clitoris was indeed sensitive as her hips swayed, and alternately lifted up and down. The intensity, the rapidity of her movements told me that she was on the verge of a joy that was wondrous, one that I wanted her to have.

Taking her clitoris in my mouth, I gently loved it with my lips and tongue. It was so engorged, so inviting, as were her constant moans and mewling sounds of enjoyment. Then a feral grunt that was quiet emanated from her, but with a furious lifting of her hips, she erupted in a blaze of her utter joy. I felt her hips tremble as they moved up, and was aware of how splayed her lips were, as well as the continued effusion from within her lips.

All of that, and a surging of sensations in my own body that seemed to be overheating with desire, I sensed that this was love, my love, her love, and our beautiful expression of it to each other. I knew that I wanted nothing else but to love her, and to keep on showing her that love that burned so deeply in me for her, a love that was so shockingly massive.

So powerful was I feeling my love of Paige that I couldn't bear to leave off of being exactly where my face was. Our love was so beautiful. So utterly beautiful. New sensations kept coursing through my body, sensations so vivid, a tingle without tingling leaving me feeling weak, immobile. My fingers were trembling again as I caressed her thigh and buttock while listening to her still struggling efforts to breath, but one of her hands was still in my hair giving me loving touches.

"My god, that felt so sweet. I'd be real jealous if it weren't for how delicious my body is still feeling from the loving you gave me."

That perked me up. "Jealous? Why?"

"For whoever you've loved before; you knew just how to touch me, to make me want to feel you love me like that again and again," she got out as she continued to fight for a decent breath. At least now I understood, or thought that I understood.

"I've never loved anyone before," I quietly admitted, "at least not this way."

She tried to sit up, and did at least partially.

"Are you trying to tell me that we're both virgins?" she asked softly, albeit incredulously.

"If you're saying that you're a virgin, then yes."

She giggled though she tried to suppress it. "Mercy, how strange is this? How will you love me after a few more times? I can't believe it. My god, you were so utterly sweet, you made my body sing like I couldn't believe."

I laughed a little, felt smug, but refused to give up the treasure I was laying claim to.

"Jennifer, you will love me again, won't you?" she asked, a sense of worry in her voice.

"In just about one minute, if that long. Is that okay?"

"Mm, yes, my love, yes!" she exclaimed happily.

An open invitation, and she was still spread out for me, still pulsing and giving off of her inner flow which I licked lazily with my cheek still aside of one of her lips. She smelled so sexy, and that knowledge consciously recognized, I felt a pang of guilt, of shame wanting to enter in, my heart skipping a beat in worrying about it.

Then my logical mind came into play, and I thought of how I had considered that finding such a glaring bunch of errors in the bible, and that there may be many more, my love of Paige reasserted itself. I marveled at the two conflicting thoughts in me, but my desire to love her again surged wildly in me, and I earnestly had my tongue over her center again, and enjoyed her warm moistness, the feel of her ongoing inner contractions.

My mind suddenly shut down, my tongue taking all she gave me anew, and I surrendered to my love of her completely.

"Oh, god," I heard her whisper, her fingers spastic in my hair again, every now and then trying to push my face into her, but she too had given herself up to all the sensations she had to be feeling, sensations that I shared in great part with her. As I avidly licked between her lips, taking her clitoris every now and then to tease her and make her want me even more, I sensed that I was lusting for her.

There was no guilt this time, just an imperative to give into loving making us both feel these wonderful sensations of our love. As I continued licking and caressing her, occasionally squeezing her buttocks, I sensed that I knew something that was as a revelation, but I couldn't put words to it—the haze that engulfed us and brought us into the bedroom had taken me over again and my whole person was single minded in making her feel my love that raged on and on.

I was cognizant of how I loved feeling her lips pulse against my face, how I loved the warm moistness of them, as well as all those lovely fluids that seeped out as if in a rush to be delivered to my tongue. Then I knew that I would love making love to her time and again, and endlessly.

Sensing she was about to have another climax, my tongue encouraged it to be so strong as to have her singing the praises of our sex together. Her clitoris loved it, and I took her to where I loved to have her go, to a Nirvana of her sexual pleasure.

She thrashed about, grunted in a primal way of giving all to our pleasure, tried to slap her hips hard into my face, but I wouldn't leave her. I would never leave her!

"Je—Jennifer," she cried out. "Oh, god, that's so good,so sweeeeet!" she whispered harshly as she had her orgasm.

As hard as she was fighting for a decent breath afterward, I was the same, huffing fairly rapidly through my mouth, feeling a maddeningly beautiful surge of sexuality filling my body. This, I knew, was a huge part of the beauty of love.

Paige slept, worn out, I thought, and I remained at her lips, her hair not bothering me enough to make me leave where I was on her. I was relishing feeling how her vagina contracted, her lips pulsed, and how she remained so enticing with her moistness that I occasionally licked up to her sudden spasmodic jerking. Still she slept. At last I kissed her lips as I licked up the residue that still dripped out, and went to find a washcloth to clean us with, then eased into the bed aside of her.

As soon as I was next to her, she rolled onto me, contented, warm, soft, and feeling so lovingly sexy to me. Though I was needy, I was so happy, and I sighed and gave into the continuing surges of love that kept washing through my mind, heart, and body.

Chapter 5

Throughout the night I was aware when we'd part, and that one or both of us would quickly reach out to keep touching each other. It was a more than wonderful experience and I slept peacefully.

On awakening, she was clinging to me, and I was holding her fast.

"Let's not get up," she said sleepily, wiggling and squirming, and adjusting her hold on me as if to make sure she held me as fast to her as she could.

"I'd like that," I said, equally sleepy and content, "but I think I better go pee or have an accident here. How about you?"

"Oh, phooey! Why do we have to do stuff like that when you feel so good to me?"

A moment later, she squirmed against me again and giggled.

"You made me so happy, my love. Can we do it again?"

"Now?"

"Well, in a few minutes. I don't want to force you or anything," she giggled happily.

I kissed her forehead and got up to relieve myself, then she did.

"You looked so sweet and sexy. I watched you when you walked away, and when you came back too. Why didn't I know how sweet this could all be?"

"I hope it was because I wasn't around," I said, leaving unsaid how my eyes had glued themselves to her body too.

"Yeah, I think that's it," she said and went to take her turn.

Like her, I watched too. She was as lovely from behind as she was from her front, and just as delicious and delicate too. She was so much like a porcelain creature, looking so easily broken, yet she was so pliable, at least as far as I knew so far.

When she came out, I nearly lost it. Her pubic hair sparse, and remembering how painfully sweet she felt, such were the feelings I had from loving her and those maddening surges that kept rushing through me. I gulped and she smiled. She knew what she was doing to me. With that, she turned and walked away.

"Coffee will be on and ready in a moment," she whispered her invitation.

Like a puppy with a new mistress, I followed her into the kitchen. True to her word, the coffee was on fairly quickly, and I was glad for I was beginning to lust mightily for her.

"Jennifer, what do you think about moving in with me? Think you'd like that?"

Taking a moment to think, I wanted to, but held back a little.

"Let me think on it, okay? I mean, it sounds good, uh, great, but..."

"I just wondered how you'd feel about it," she said a little sadly, but then smiled.

She seemed to be so certain, so positive. Was she too positive? I hoped not.

"How about something to eat?" she said shortly.

I had been staring openly at her nakedness just as she had been too. Startled a bit, I nodded.

"Good. Bacon and eggs? Or I have ham too. Or a bagel?" she threw the choices at me in a hurry.

"A bagel will be okay," I said.

She pulled it out, toasted it, and served it up with cream cheese and strawberry preserves. It had to have been tasty, but not nearly as tasty as her breasts and those long nipples looked.

"I'll be back in a minute, K?" she asked in her peculiar way.

I nodded, then fidgeted while she was gone. She was driving me crazy. About fifteen minutes later, I heard her call out to me. I headed to the bedroom where I thought she was, and entering the doorway, I stopped suddenly, frozen as I stood and gulped. She was on the bed, still nude, and one leg down off the bed. Those were the things I knew without paying them any attention for my eyes were riveted on the spot at the juncture of her thighs. She had no more pubic hair!

Her lips looked as slick as her buttocks were. Not looking any further, I moved somewhat woodenly to her, and knelt aside her leg that dangled off the bed, bent, and kissed her freshly shaved lips, and groaned at the hot feel of them. It was so different, and I rubbed my cheek against them, her wetness as if coming from a leaking faucet, but I didn't care. This was so unexpected, and she looked so erotic. My own vagina was throbbing with desire.