Aria Ch. 01

This is an offshoot of Dharma Tramp; there will be more to come.

Dedicated to the real Aria.

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Freya had finally met Aria when both women attended an indie publishing conference in a midwestern college town. They'd been trading zines and letters for years, whenever Freya was in one place long enough to put together a series of travel stories and have the same mailing address for a while. The night before the conference actually started, Freya and Dick had arrived in town a bit late and headed straight for the bar where bands were performing; it was sort of an unofficial pre-party. Almost as soon as they walked into the place, Aria walked up to Freya and wrapped her in a hug. Aria was heading to get a beer, and when she returned she had one for Freya as well.

The women sat at a table with a couple of Aria's friends, sipping their drinks and playing a game of catch up. Before long, it was last call and then the bar was closing. Freya hid their unfinished beers in her vest pockets and the group headed down the street to a motel after Freya told Dick that she'd see him in the morning. Still unsure of Aria's intentions, Freya just rolled with it. All she knew was that she had a massive crush on the cute older woman and it seemed like there were sparks flying betwixt them.

They made it back to the hotel without incident and hung out in the room that Aria shared with her companions, Mari and Keefe. The four decided pretty quickly, with the aid of more beer and a fifth of whiskey, that they should sneak into the closed motel pool. This was an easy task; they brought plastic deck chairs over to the short fence surrounding the pool area and put one on each side of the fence. All they had to do was climb up on the chair outside of the pool area and step over onto the second chair. Mari had stripped down to her underwear, while the rest dove in wearing whatever they had on. It had been a hot, sticky day - the cool water was refreshing. They all played and splashed, occasionally taking sips from the bottles of beer they'd set along the edge of the pool.

During one of those beer breaks, Freya bumped into Aria on her way to the edge of the pool. She blushed a bit and opened her mouth to apologize. Before she could say anything, Aria had pressed her lips to Freya's in a gentle kiss. There was no longer any possible way to deny those sparks, so Freya gave in and went with the moment. Their lips pressed together, moving urgently and slowly parting. The tips of two tongues found one another in the warm darkness where the women's bodies joined, dancing and teasing. Freya opened her mouth to follow Aria's lead and luxuriated in the cool sensation of the barbell in the other woman's tongue, contrasting with the moist heat around it. When they parted, smiling coyly at one another, Freya's body was buzzing with energy.

When the four made it back to the room, they were sopping wet. Freya realized that she'd left her backpack in Dick's car and had nothing to change into. Nobody else had any clothes she could borrow, so she sat around in her underwear after everyone else had gotten into drier and more comfortable attire. They all told stories, laughing and passing the bottle of whiskey. At one point, Mari knocked the bottle over and spilled part of its contents on the bedside table.

"Alcohol abuse!" Keefe and Freya giggled in unison. Keefe insisted that Mari drink the misplaced booze, so she got to her knees in front of the table and slowly slurped it up.

Freya was surprised at how sexy the scene being played out in front of her was. Everyone else seemed oblivious to that fact, laughing and chattering. Freya zoned out, finding Aria's fingers and softly stroking them. Aria smiled, returning the attentions. Mari and Keefe decided it was time to go to bed, so they turned out the lights and everyone slid into bed. Aria and Freya had the bed closer to the door; Freya was still in her panties, which were now dry. Aria wore an undershirt and pair of boxers. They cuddled, Aria's arm wrapped underneath and around the younger woman. Freya was on her side; she'd pushed up Aria's shirt and was lazily playing with the flesh of her tummy.

Freya leaned closer to whisper in Aria's ear.

"Is this ok?" she asked, trailing a finger down under the waistband of Aria's shorts.

"More than ok," was the breathy response.

Grinning in the near darkness, Freya nuzzled Aria's neck and tugged on the fuzz covering her mound. Aria bit her lip, stifling noises that might wake the folks in the next bed.

"Do you know how long I've dreamt of doing this?" Freya asked the other woman, punctuating her inquiry by nudging Aria's clit.

"Possibly as long as I've wanted to do this," Aria laughed, nudging Freya's legs apart and wedging her knee between the girl's thighs.

"So I'm not the only one who's been harboring a crush for ages..." The younger woman trailed off, in disbelief of her luck. Why couldn't things always work out like this?

"Not by a longshot." Freya could hear the grin in her lover's words.

Aria rolled over onto her side, pushed Freya onto her back. Freya wished they didn't have to be so quiet. Aria moved in closer, nuzzled Freya's cheek before kissing the girl. It was soft and sweet, the kind of kiss you get when you throw two shy women together and they're no longer drunk enough to send their inhibitions packing. Their tongues courted, darting out to meet one another and teasing a bit before they jumped back to hide in the safety of their own surroundings. Then again, and again. All the while, their hands traced the contours of each other's bodies. Freya ran her fingers over the other woman's soft breasts while Aria teased the girl's slit through cotton panties.

Freya got to a point where she just couldn't handle the teasing. This may have been her one shot at being with the object of her years long crush, after all. She dipped her hand down to meet Aria's sex once more, petting its entirety before one fingertip traced the soft lips. Up and down, she teased and lingered until Aria was practically begging for more.

Finally, she lost the last semblance of self control. She shoved the boxers out of her way and slid two fingers deep into Aria's sweet pussy, moving down to take her lover's clit between her lips. She flicked her tongue against Aria's button, all the while prodding and massaging the tissue behind her tummy. Aria patted the girl's head, caressing Freya's face when she could reach it.

Aria suddenly let go, grabbing fistfuls of the cool linens. She rocked with Freya, panting and doing her best to swallow the moans that tried to escape her lips.

Freya increased her efforts. She tongued Aria's clit nearly raw, fingers battering the woman's special spot. Her lover tossed on the sheets, biting her tongue for fear of disturbing the others. Freya drew her knees up to make her own pussy more easily accessible and began furiously rubbing her own clit. Combined with Aria's little gasps and moans, Freya was quickly driven to and over the brink of release.

Without missing a beat, Freya slipped two fingers out of Aria's throbbing sex. She could tell her lover was getting close. Aria sighed at her sudden emptiness, and Freya thrust three fingers back inside her.

"Fuck... yes..." Aria grunted through her teeth, urging her playmate on.

Freya reached up, flicking Aria's nipple rings between thrusts of the fingers that filled her slick pussy.

"Just... like... that." Aria panted, the bed now quaking beneath them. Freya slowed down but continued fucking her dream girl while Aria rode the wave of her orgasm.

Freya made the mistake of looking at the alarm clock, realizing there was no way they'd ever be on time for the conference in the morning. At that moment, she couldn't have cared less. They had two entire days for workshops and networking. Right now was just for the two of them, as far as she was concerned.

They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

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The next evening, most of the folks from the conference were hanging out on the porch of the house that belonged to the event's organizers.

"Hey girl, what do you want us to do with those panties you left in our room?" Mari yelled across the gathering.

Freya just laughed and shrugged.

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