Seema's Journey Ch. 02

Seema gave a soft laugh. She pecked Simran gently on the lips.

"How do you fancy eating the take-away from last night?" she asked.

"Mm, yeah, that sounds good. Shame to waste it."

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As they ate, sat close at the kitchen table, they talked. Seema noticed a change in their interaction; a very subtle change, but noticeable none-the-less. Before, there had been an almost imperceptible tension between them. Seema had thought the tension to be of her making, maybe only existing in her mind. But now, she realised that it must have existed for Simran too, for she certainly seemed more relaxed now than ever before. They were so perfectly at ease with each other.

Seema now realised why that tension had existed for all that time. She chuckled wistfully.

"What?" Simran smirked, playfully tugging at Seema's hand. "What are you giggling at?"

"Nothing, honey. I'm just thinking. About us." She smiled. "All this time I was worrying about my feelings, and you were doing the same!"

"I know," Simran giggled. "We're a pair, eh! I wish we had realised

Before, instead of after..."

Simran's voice trailed off. Seema lifted her hand and kissed Simran's fingers. "Remember, out of adversity..."

Simran smiled warmly. "My gosh I can't believe how happy I am, and how much I love you. Am I saying it too much?"

"No way," Seema said softly. "I love you too."

Seema turned everything over in her mind as she ate the last few morsels from her plate. She didn't feel like she had 'come out'. Loving Simran seemed like a natural progression. Of course, she thought, other people, her friends, and Simran's too, would view it as a 'coming out'. But, she didn't feel like a lesbian. She winced at the 'L' word. Anyway, how do lesbians feel? She had never fancied a woman before. She never felt 'different' to other women. She had fancied boys, plenty, too.

She certainly did not feel different now. Should she feel different? She glanced at Simran. Her beauty made her feel light headed. Even with an errant crumb from the sesame bread stuck to her lip, she was totally delectable. Seema smiled. She wanted to carry Simran to her bedroom and make love with her. She wanted to spend forever with her.

But, she worried, is it just a temporary attraction? No. Definitely not! Her feelings for Simran had developed over a long period. This was no infatuation. Her emotional reaction to Simran's kiss had proven that.

It is love, she concluded. Inwardly, she laughed at herself for questioning it. Whatever it is, she thought, it's making me the happiest woman on this planet. She hoped Simran felt as strongly as she did.

"Sim, can I ask you something?"

"Yep," Simran chirped, brushing the crumb from her lip. She looked at Seema with a quizzical smile. "Sounds serious."

"No, it's not serious. Umm, why did you keep mentioning men and stuff? You know, 'getting ourselves in shape' at the gym, 'ready for the men'."

Simran blushed. She pursed her lips and cleared her throat. "Hmm, well, that was my sad and pathetic attempt at trying to read your reactions. To see if you...or to try and see if you liked men, or...possibly liked me."

Seema chuckled at Simran's lop-sided grin. 'It's not sad or pathetic, my love.'

"Well, now you know!" She kissed Simran's hand.

They cleared the debris from the take-out and shared what little washing up there was. Seema peered out of the window.

"Gosh, it's already dark out. It's eight in the evening. Umm, Sim, you are staying tonight, aren't you?"

"Of course. I'll stay as long as you can put up with me," Simran answered softly, moving close and resting her hands on Seema's hips.

Seema draped her arms over Simran's shoulders. She kissed her lightly on the lips. "Good." 'This is love, girl.' she thought.

"Luckily, I brought my night stuff with me," Simran smirked and winked.

"Ahh, well, it'll be too hot to wear anything in bed," Seema giggled.

"Naughty girl!" Simran laughed, playfully swatting Seema's backside. Her face turned serious. "How do you feel? Ok?"

"I'm fine. You don't realise how much you're helping me."

Simran gazed at Seema, in awe. "You're so strong babe."

Seema smiled. It was Simran that was giving her strength. Deep down she knew she was still reeling from what Jake had done to her, still feeling unclean, deeply hurt and violated. But Simran had been her rock today. She had been her rock for months. Now that their feelings for each were out in the open, Seema felt that she could cope with anything thrown at her.

"Hey," said Simran softly. "You look tired, honey."

"Mmhmm," nodded Seema.

"Let's get to bed, hmm?"

"Ok," whispered Seema.

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At first, they were mostly silent as they washed and brushed their teeth together in the bathroom. They glanced at each other every now and then, bashful but expectant. Somewhere in the ether, Seema realised, was that tension again. This time though, its fundamental frequency had subtly changed, adding a note of anticipation.

Then, there was small talk, plans for what to do the next day, what they would eat, what would happen on Monday for work; light hearted chitter chatter to calm their nerves.

Seema was aware of her heart beating a strong and quickening rhythm. Her dreams and fantasies bubbled up into her mind giving her a soothing and exciting warmth down below. Her legs were beginning to feel a little like jelly as her brain purposefully shut Jake out and amplified her desire and love for Simran; an easy thing to do.

They dried their hands and faces on the soft white towels Seema had fetched. They paused, hesitating at the bathroom door. Simran reached for Seema's hand and squeezed it gently as they stood in awkward silence.

"Where shall we sleep?" asked Simran quietly. Her cheeks flushed a deep red.

Seema did her best to calm her breathing. She flapped at her chest and attempted a non-chalant giggle. It didn't work. "My room?" she croaked.

Silently, they padded to Seema's room, hand in hand.

Seema waited for Simran to switch on the lamp above the bed before shutting the main light off and closing the bedroom door with a soft click. Her hands were shaking and her palms were slick. She hastily wiped them over her t-shirt.

They turned towards each other, hands anxiously fidgeting. Then, as they faced each other, Simran began to undress, hesitantly lifting her loose t-shirt.

Seema had difficulty containing herself as she watched Simran remove her top, exposing her exquisitely toned, hour-glass torso. Her hips were like wonderfully smooth arches rising from the waistband of her jeans and her smooth taut skin made Seema want to fall to the floor in reverence. Seema worried that she would hyper ventilate, or even just collapse from over-excitement. Her mouth became dry as she experienced a deluge of overwhelming emotions.

She realised that Simran, too, was clearly experiencing much the same. She had never seen Simran's beautiful, impassioned eyes burn with such desire.

As Seema stood frozen to the spot, Simran dropped her top on the floor. The delicate straps of her black lace bra hung lightly on her shoulders. Held within the lacy cups, her breasts heaved as her breath became heavier with anticipation. In the centre of the cups, as if marking out a target, her dark stiffening nipples pushed against the soft filigree material. Simran undid the button on her jeans and unzipped her fly. Without taking her eyes off Seema, she eased her trousers down, stepping out and shuffling them to one side on the floor.

Seema whimpered softly at the sight of Simran's matching panties, tightly cupping her crotch. Her dark triangle was an inviting shadow through the lace.

Simran stepped forward until she was close enough for Seema to hear her unsteady breath. Their lips met, a quick, soft and tentative kiss that sent Seema to Heaven.

"Will you take the rest off?" Simran whispered.

Seema nodded.

She gently hooked her trembling fingers under Simran's straps and traced them up to her shoulders. She slipped them off slowly just as Simran brushed her lips over Seema's. Seema moved close and put her arms around Simran, reaching behind to unhook the lace garment. Her trembling fingers fumbled for what seemed like a thousand years, and the strap stubbornly remained secure. She took a deep breath and tried again as Simran brushed her lips over Seema's earlobe. With a little more effort, a slightly worrying tearing sound and a soft click, the delicate strap came apart.

"Ouch," whispered Simran, chuckling softly under her breath. "You've got sharp nails!"

"Oh, sorry, Sim, sorry."

"Don't worry, my love," she whispered in Seema's ear.

Simran's bra fell to the floor between them. She took hold of Seema's fingers and pulled at her hand, placing it to her warm breast.

"Oh my gosh," Seema whispered, inhaling sharply as she lightly brushed her fingers over Simran's dark nipple.

Simran closed her eyes in response to Seema's light touch, a small shiver down her spine causing her to take a soft and unsteady intake of breath. She squeezed Seema's hand and pressed it harder to her bosom.

Seema stared open-mouthed as she moved her slender fingers to the side of Simran's breast, her thumb brushing the erect nipple. She gently squeezed the yielding flesh, acutely aware of her crotch becoming hot and extremely moist.

Simran pulled Seema's free hand to her other breast. Seema couldn't suppress another embarrassing whimper as she held Simran's soft globes in her shaking hands, circling her thumbs around her delicate nipples. Simran gently kneaded Seema's hands against her breasts, her lips parted in a dream-like trance.

Then, Simran gently pushed Seema's hands down to her hips and on to the gossamery material of her panties. Seema closed her eyes as she fumbled with the delicate undergarment, pushing it down to the tops of Simran's thighs. She ran her fingertips over the smooth firmness of Simran's buttocks, breathing softly into Simran's ear. She pushed Simran's panties further, gently freeing the material still gathered between her buttocks.

Simran quivered and sighed appreciatively. She shuffled her legs until her panties slipped down to the floor with the faintest of rustles.

Seema gazed appreciatively down past Simran's pert breasts and erect nipples. Her belly button bar sparkled in the dim light, and below that was the soft, dark tuft of Simran's triangle.

Seema could still not quite believe it was all happening. Her emotions were somewhere on the best fairground ride known to woman, getting higher and higher and more and more exciting with every second. She was suddenly overcome with an explosion of love and desire for Simran. She had never before felt like this.

"Oh, Sim," Seema gushed suddenly. "Tell me this is real and not just my dream!"

Simran stepped closer, cupping Seema's cheeks in her soft palms and kissed her.

"Yes, my love," she breathed. "It's real."

Simran pulled away, placed her hands on Seema's hips and lifted Seema's t-shirt, looking into Seema's wide eyes. Now, it was Seema's turn to shiver at the soft touch of a woman's fingers. Seema lifted her arms in the air as Simran slowly pulled her top over her head.

"Oo, hang on," Seema whispered, her head hidden within her t-shirt. "Damn it. My earrings are caught."

She fiddled with the t-shirt and fumbled awkwardly with the earrings, getting more than a little exasperated. In the end she just removed her earrings from her lobes and quickly pulled her t-shirt off, earrings still attached.

"Oh, my," Simran whispered, gazing at Seema's breasts.

For a second, Seema felt a little embarrassed. Hers was a plain brassiere, totally unappealing and perfectly sensible, hastily chosen after her bath that morning. But Simran didn't notice, didn't care. She reached behind Seema and struggled with the clasp, nervously, breathily kissing Seema's flushed cheek. Seema had to help, reaching behind herself to finish the job. Simran slipped the straps from Seema's shoulders and as Seema straightened her arms down by her side, the garment slipped off.

Simran gazed open mouthed, resting her hands on Seema's hips. She gulped as she let her hands wander up to Seema's breasts.

Seema suddenly shivered, a nervous and choked laugh jolting her as Simran's slender fingers brushed over her nipples.

"I...I'm sorry, honey..." Simran hesitated, her breath catching in her throat.

"No, it's fine," Seema sighed unsteadily, pulling Simran's hands back to her soft globes. "It feels so beautiful...so gentle."

Simran brushed her lips over Seema's mouth, her soft minty breath whisping over Seema's face. She delicately cupped Seema's bosom. Her hands wandered down to the elastic of Seema's jogging pants. She curled her thumbs under the waistband and eased the last of Seema's outer garments down and over her bottom.

They slipped off easily, falling down around Seema's ankles. Simran let her hands search out the yielding flesh of Seema's buttocks, and once found, kneaded them gently with her fingers.

"Sorry, it's not as nice as yours," Seema said anxiously. She couldn't stop herself from saying it. Despite her deep desire and want for Simran, Seema had been concerned that she would feel a little self-conscious at being naked in front of Simran. She almost felt a little out of her league. But the way Simran was lavishing her with soft and loving touches, the desire and love in her eyes, helped Seema to relax. For the first time in a long while, Seema was starting to feel sexy.

"You're kidding me," Simran breathed. She kissed Seema's earlobe, seemingly oblivious to anything other than her Seema. "It's wonderful." She delicately kissed Seema's earlobe again. "You're wonderful... You're beautiful, so beautiful."

Seema suddenly felt like crying with joy. All this time she had hidden her feelings, and Simran had felt the same. And now, they were making love. She closed her eyes, listening to Simran's soft breath in her ear.

Simran curled her fingers under the sides of Seema's knickers and pulled them down far enough for them to silently slip off and down to the floor. Simran's movements were becoming less nervy and more purposeful as her desires and emotions threatened to boil over.

Simran moved back as Seema kicked her trousers and knickers away from her ankles. She took Seema's hands in her own. "You don't know how long I've wanted you, wanted this." Simran's whisper was almost inaudible.

They were naked, a few feet apart. In the silence, all that could be heard was the distant and soft thrum of the Saturday evening city traffic.

Seema took in the sight of her love, her wonderful figure backlit by the lamp above the bed. Glossy, wavy dark hair cascading down her shoulders; perfect breasts with small dark nipples; a dark triangle between supremely toned thighs. And, her face, so pretty, her eyes to die for.

"Oh, wow, Sim, I think I'm going to faint." Seema could only manage a breathy, strained whisper as her stomach tightened in anticipation.

"I love you Seema. I want you all to myself..." Simran said, her voice trailing off to an inaudible whisper.

Seema inhaled deeply and stepped towards the bed, breaking the slightly awkward but intensely erotic stand-off. She pulled Simran with her. Simran straightened the duvet in one quick and skilful motion before swiftly slipping in underneath the cotton and duck-down. Seema hastily followed suit, feeling a little less self-conscious covered up under the duvet. She gasped as their naked forms came together.

"Oh, Sim," panted Seema huskily.

They kissed eagerly, their soft, yielding lips coming together passionately, their tongues tentative but willing. Seema ran her hand up and down the curve of Simran's smooth back, her fingers tracing the toned muscles either side of her spine. She stroked trembling fingers over Simran's bottom, squeezing her firm and warm cheeks, pulling her lover against her.

Seema quivered as she felt Simran's eager hand run from her shoulder down to her bottom, down her thigh and back up. Their touches, their kissing became more and more passionate, until Simran suddenly pulled away.

"Seem," she whispered huskily. She searched Seema's face. "Are you sure you're ok with this?"

"Yes, love, yes."

They kissed again, this time letting their mint fresh tongues and eager hands further explore. They ignored the slight, accidental collisions between their teeth during their over-eager kiss, ignored the wetness around each other's mouths. None of this mattered. They were pressed together in their own shared cocoon, oblivious to anything outside it.

Seema stroked Simran's stomach with her slender fingers, brushing over her silver belly button bar. She ran her hand up until she brushed one of Simran's nipples. Simran cooed softly, letting her trembling hand do the same with Seema's breasts.

Then, slowly and with a growing anticipation, Seema moved her hand back down until Simran's soft pubic mound brushed against her fingertips. She felt Simran lift her leg slightly as she moved her hand millimetre by millimetre until she tenderly cupped Simran's tender and tropic softness in her hand.

Seema's breathing became ragged as she realised they really were making love. Finally. She was making love to the girl she had secretly desired for so long. A tear appeared at the corner of her eye, but it was a tear for joy. She sniffed as her nose began to moisten. She thought of pulling away from their kiss to apologise, but Simran seemed oblivious.

Seema whimpered softly as she felt Simran's gentle fingers move to her warmth, finding her clitoris.

Slowly they to circled their fingers, their soft moans slowly rising in pitch as they continued their impassioned and eager kiss. Seema was surprised at how alien it felt to touch another woman's blossoming sex, and having another woman touch hers. It should have felt so wrong, but it felt so fantastically good, soft, hot and wet. Her fantasies, though tremendously sexy and sometimes quite detailed, did not at all prepare her for these incredibly intense feelings. She felt so wonderful, so wonderfully in love.

Simran gently ground herself against Seema's fingers. Her soft moans were rapidly going up in pitch, a soprano's erotic gasp in crescendo. She increased the speed of her grinding, and suddenly climaxed with a high-pitched moan and a breathy gasp as she pulled away from their kiss, a momentary look of astonishment on her flushed face.

"Bloody hell! Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed.

Seema, too, was close to her own wonderful zenith. She opened her eyes and stared in to Simran's attentive and lustful gaze. The duvet rustled softly as Simran moved her hand faster and faster.

"Ooo, ooo, Sim, not too hard," Seema half gasped, half laughed. She placed a steadying hand on Seema's arm.

"Oh, damn, sorry babe, sorry, sorry, sorry," Simran whispered. She kissed Seema lightly on her lips, slowing her hand.

"Oh, Sim, oh my gosh Sim...I love you," she choked, her breath coming in ragged spurts.

She climaxed holding on tight to Simran's thigh, bucking her hips and holding her breath as she rode the crests of wave after wave of high voltage release. As she came down from her fabulously drawn out pinnacle, it was as if choirs of angels were singing beautiful intertwined melodies, a combination of all of her favourite love songs.

Then, they lay still, eyes locked, catching their breath and giggling. Simran placed her hand on Seema's warm cheek.

"I love you so much, Seema" she whispered tenderly, then rubbed her thigh. "Even if you did nearly break my leg!" She giggled at Seema's apologetic look.

"I love you too." Seema dabbed at her mouth with the back of her hand. "Oh gosh, I dribbled! Sorry!"

Simran laughed and cuddled up closer to Seema. "I'm glad I made you lose yourself, my love!"