Starlight Wishes

"The water's warm I thought it would be cold," she noted.

"Yes, I never understood that," Susan said. "Stephen tried to explain it to me once, it had something to do with currents, but I never really understood it."

They spent a few more minutes wading in the surf, then returned to drier land where they found a comfortable place to sit while their feet dried off.

"Bailey," Susan said, "are we friends?"

"Of course we're friends. What would make you ask a silly question like that?" a surprised Bailey replied.

"Is that all we are?" Susan added.

"I don't understand," Bailey said.

Susan got off the large rock she'd been leaning against and, after sliding her shoes back on, crossed over to stand in front of where Bailey was sitting. As she approached, the older woman slid her feet back into her own shoes as well.

"I don't think there's an easy way to ask this, so I'm just going to go with the simple way," Susan said. "Are you attracted to me?"

"Attracted?" Bailey repeated.

"Diane thinks that you're a lesbian and that you have a thing for me," Susan continued.

"Oh," Bailey said, expelling a large burst of air as she did.

"If that's not the case, I hope my asking hasn't offended you," Susan added.

"No, I'm not offended," Bailey replied. "If it was true, would it make a difference? I guess what I'm asking, would we still be friends?"

"If I thought it made a difference we wouldn't be here now," Susan pointed out, "and we are certainly here."

"Then I guess the answer to both questions is yes," Bailey said.

"And you didn't think you should tell me?" Susan asked.

"Yes, I probably should've," Bailey said.

"Why didn't you?" Susan inquired.

"Well, I guess at first I really didn't see how it mattered; after all, we were just going to be study buddies," Bailey replied. "But then, once we'd become more, I think I was afraid that it'd freak you out and I didn't want to risk that."

"Well, as I said, we're here, so it didn't," Susan smiled.

"And for that I'm grateful," Bailey replied, relief evident in her tone. "I don't think I could have passed Professor Longstreet's class without you."

Susan smiled even more broadly at Bailey's attempt to lighten the moment.

Silence reigned for a few moments, during which Bailey again turned her gaze skyward, once more admiring the star filled tapestry above them.

"It really is incredibly beautiful," she noted.

"Starlight, starbright, what shall I wish for tonight?" Susan unexpectedly said as she too looked up.

"What?" Bailey said, turning to face Susan.

"Nothing, just an old nursery rhyme," Susan laughed.

"Oh," Bailey responded as she again turned her gaze upward.

"I'm curious," Susan said a few moments later. "Have you ever had fantasies about me?"

Bailey took an even longer pause before answering what really should've been a simple yes or no answer. When she did reply, she did so with a tinge of embarrassment.

"No, I mean, yes I have, but I knew that I shouldn't have," she said.

"Why?" Susan asked.

"Well, you're not into girls for one thing," Bailey pointed out.

"Is that always a prerequisite?" Susan said. "Someone has to like women for you to fantasize about them?"

"No, but ..." Bailey started to say, only to be cut off by an even more intimate question.

"Have you ever gone to bed with a woman who'd never done it before?" Susan asked.

"Yes, but that was different," Bailey offered.

"In what way?" Susan inquired.

"Because I wanted you to be my friend, and not just some quick romp in the sack."

"Do you have many of those?" Susan said.

"What?"

"Quick romps in the sack," she clarified.

Again Bailey seemed embarrassed to answer yes.

"Are they mutually exclusive?" Susan asked.

Bailey's expression said she didn't understand what Susan was asking.

"You know, Diane also pointed out to me that if two people wanted to bring a bit of joy to each other, it was no one's business but their own," Susan offered.

"I'm still not sure what you're saying," Bailey said.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that, if you and I were to give it a go, it wouldn't be my first time with a woman."

The look of surprise on Bailey's face was total, and grew even more so as Susan explained further.

"It was a long time ago, before I was married," she began, pausing for a breath before she told Bailey about her fling with Ruth.

"How did your husband feel about that?" Bailey asked, trying to imagine how a conversation like that might've gone back then.

"Actually, he never knew," Susan replied. "He didn't ask and I never told. In fact, you're the first person I've ever shared that story with."

In reality, it hadn't been so much that Stephen hadn't asked as much as he'd said he didn't want to know. They'd made no promises to each other while she was away, and as far as he was concerned, she had been free to do whatever she had wanted. It was the future that mattered, he'd said, not the past.

"I'm not sure what to say to all that," Bailey said as took Susan's revelation in.

"You don't have to say anything," Susan said as she closed the space between them and, taking Bailey's face in her hands, softly kissed her.

The kiss took her by surprise, but not so much that Bailey didn't respond to it, meeting the caress of Susan's lips with her own, then matching the press of her tongue as it reached into her mouth to explore its inner reaches.

"I'm sorry, I know that was presumptive of me, but I've been thinking about what that might feel like for hours," Susan said once their lips parted.

"You don't have to apologize," Bailey responded. "I have to confess, I've been wondering what it might be like as well."

"And?"

"I liked it," Bailey smiled.

"Enough to try it again?" Susan asked.

"If you're willing, I certainly am," Bailey beamed as she leaned in to do so.

-=-=-=-

They shared a few more kisses, then started back up the path to where they'd left the car. As they climbed the small incline, Susan mentioned that the Green Valley Inn, which was as far from a no-tell motel as you were likely to find in these parts, was only a fifteen minute drive up the main road.

"We could get a room," she proposed as they approached the car.

"I guess we could," Bailey replied, "but that seems like a bit of an extravagance, don't you think?"

"If you're worried about the cost, I'd be happy to..." Susan started to say.

"Oh, it's not that," Bailey interrupted. "I just think that it's silly to go to all that trouble when we have all the privacy we need right here."

"Here?" Susan repeated a bit hesitantly.

"Yes, as splendid as I'm sure Green Valley is, I can't imagine it being more so than where we're standing."

As Susan slowly turned to her left, and then to her right, seeming to once more take in the natural beauty, Bailey suddenly realized that she might have made a mistake. This place was obviously special to Susan and her late husband, and suggesting that they make love here might seem almost sacrilegious to her.

"Then again, maybe the Green Valley would be better," Bailey said.

"No, this would be perfect," Susan insisted. "I should've thought of it myself."

"Are you sure?" Bailey asked.

"How did that poem in English Lit go?" Susan asked rhetorically. "A jug of wine, a loaf of bread -- and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness. Well, we've already had the bread and wine, so I think the back seat will suffice."

Walking around to the passenger's side door, Bailey opened it and pulled the seat forward, climbing onto the spacious bench behind it. It confused her a moment when Susan made no effort to do the same from the opposite side. Instead the blonde passed the driver's door and, reaching the rear wheel well, hopped up onto it and, swinging her legs over the side, slid down into the space beside Bailey.

"Whew, I wasn't sure that I could still do that," Susan laughed as she turned to face Bailey, "but I just couldn't resist trying."

"I'm impressed," Bailey smiled as she closed the small gap between them and kissed Susan once more.

They shared a few more deep kisses; then Bailey slipped out of her jacket and tossed it into the front seat. Susan used the pause to remove her heirloom pearls, dropping them into her purse. Then they both slid out of their shoes so not to damage the restored upholstery.

It had been more than half a lifetime since Susan had been intimate with another woman, but she didn't feel the least bit of hesitation. She was far from the naïve eighteen year old she'd been that first time with Ruth, and in the decades since had learned that sex, in all its forms, was something to be enjoyed enthusiastically and unabashed.

Urgently she undid the buttons of Bailey's blouse, working her way down from its collar to the top of her belt, pulling the soft material from beneath the leather strap in order to reach the last few. Her eyes came alive as she focused on the gray haired woman's breasts, barely contained by the white lace bra that covered them -- a garment held together by a small metal clasp between the cups, that gave way with minimum effort.

Bailey's breasts had well stood the test of time well, retaining much of the firmness that they'd had in her youth. Dark hued circles nearly the size of half dollars dominated the rounded orbs, discs capped by thick nipples that extended more than a quarter inch. Reaching out with extended fingers, Susan felt a surge of excitement as she brushed her fingertips against them.

"God, they're beautiful," she said softly as she leaned in close enough to kiss first one, then the other.

Bailey had been surprised by Susan's boldness, but also delighted by it. So much so that she was content to lay back against the back seat and let the blonde continue to take the initiative. A choice that caused her to moan softly as, moments later, she felt the warmth of the younger woman's mouth as it closed around her left areola.

Susan sucked deeply, drawing as much of Bailey's soft flesh into her mouth as she could. The memory of how it had felt to do the same with Ruth was far in her past, but she knew that she liked it done to her was enough to go on. She twirled the tip of her tongue back and forth across the older woman's nipple, the reaction to the caress proving that she was on the right track.

As she continued, Susan also reached out with her hand to Bailey's other breast, playfully massaging that as well. Then, after a short span, she switched her full attention to that mound, bringing her other hand to the first.

"You're really good at this," Bailey offered after expressing another deep sigh. "I'm impressed."

As Susan continued to partake of Bailey's bounty, the taller woman laid a hand on the blonde's ass and ran it across her thigh, pulling up the hem of her dress. The flesh beneath now exposed, her fingers danced across the warm skin, continuing down into the valley between Susan's legs until they came to rest against her cloth covered mound -- which, much to her delight, was quite damp.

She began to slowly run her fingers across it, causing tiny sparks to flash across Susan's body, surges of excitement that, if not for the press of soft flesh against her mouth, would've caused appreciative moans equal to those Bailey had expressed.

Sliding her fingers under the edges of Susan's panties, flesh pressed against flesh, producing a reaction strong enough to cause the smaller woman to pause. As Bailey felt her nipple slip from Susan's mouth, a no longer suppressed moan echoed in the air. One that grew in intensity as her fingers penetrated the blonde's core.

"Oh dear God, yes!" Susan cried out as she pressed her body forward, drawing Bailey's hand deeper inside of her.

Susan had enthusiasm, but Bailey had experience, and in this case, at least, it was the latter that counted. Bailey didn't need to see what she was doing as she followed a familiar path which, in what seemed like no time at all, brought Susan to the edge of the precipice. Then, as she used her other hand to draw their mouths together once more, the older woman sent her younger companion hurtling into the abyss.

-=-=-=-

"I'm guessing it's been a while," Bailey said a short time later, once Susan's body had finally come to rest.

"At least with someone else," Susan replied, realizing as she did that self-satisfaction was a poor substitute for what she had just experienced.

"Do we go on?" Bailey asked, a question that puzzled Susan for a second.

It took a moment, but Susan understood that in asking the question, Bailey was giving her an out if she wanted. A consideration of the idea that the long absence of a lover's touch, and the release it could bring, might have sent her down a path she normally wouldn't have taken. Her answer was immediate.

"Absolutely," she said.

Agreeing that they should get more comfortable, Bailey slid out of her open top before undoing her belt and doing the same with her pants. Susan loosened the bindings of her dress and lifted it up over her head. Both soon joined the jacket on the front seat.

An outside observer might've noted the disparity in quality of each woman's undergarments. Susan's were simple and practical, the sort that came in plastic wrapped collections at the local department store. Bailey's, on the other hand, came from a high priced lingerie store, a single set costing nearly twice the multi-pack. But to the women engaged in the back seat, they only saw them as one last impediment to be removed.

Bailey watched with keen interest as Susan reached behind her back and, with a well-practiced motion, undid the clasp of her bra. She slid it down her arms with equal ease, tossing the sheer red undergarment hard enough into the front of the car that it wrapped around the rearview mirror.

The motion caused Bailey a brief distraction, but her attention quickly returned to the treasure that the now discarded vestment had concealed. Slightly smaller than Bailey's, Susan's breasts showed a bit more wear, since she'd been a mother thrice over, yet Bailey thought them amazing all the same. She focused on the bright pink nipples with the same intensity that Susan had looked on her darker ones.

A breath later she was doing more than looking as, duplicating Susan's performance of earlier, Bailey utilized all her skills to bring the younger woman to a heightened level of ecstasy. She ran her tongue to and fro across the small nipples, savoring the contrast between their hardness and the softness of the flesh around them. Her hand cradled each mound, softly massaging the supple globes.

At the same time, Susan ran a hand down across Bailey's stomach, her fingers prancing their way to her cloth covered mound where, gripping the edge, she pulled the delicate material to the side.

"Oh shit!" she cried out as the fragile cloth tore in her hand.

"What?" a startled Bailey said as, in response to the blonde's exclamation, she lifted her head from her prize.

"I'm sorry," Susan said as she glanced down at the damaged undergarment.

"Forget it, just tear them off," Bailey laughed, amused at the fact that at a time like this Susan was concerned with ruining her panties. "Most days I don't wear them anyway."

It didn't take much to extend the rip, and once she had, the undergarment easily slid off of Bailey with only a gentle tug. Susan laid the flat of her hand on the older woman's exposed mound, running her fingers back and forth across the smooth surface. She hadn't seen a bare pussy since the locker room showers in junior high. Back then, she had barely given the sight more than a momentary glance. Now, if only for the moment, it was the center of her universe.

Locating Bailey's clit, Susan used her fingers to spark it to life as it emerged from beneath its hood. The effect on Bailey was instantaneous and she followed suit by slipping her own hand under the waistband of the blonde's panties, repeating her performance of before.

Their mouths again met as each woman pressed her fingers into the other's pussy, sliding them in and out with increasing ferocity. They pressed their bodies together, breasts mashing against the other as nipples grew even harder. Despite the fact that each had decades behind them, both felt like teenagers, making out in the back seat in some clandestine lover's lane.

"I can't wait any longer to taste you," Bailey said, her voice a mix of excitement and anticipation.

She untangled herself from Susan and eased the smaller woman down onto the bench cushion, laying her head against the side cushion. Slowly she worked her way down the blonde's body, leaving a trail of wet licks and soft kisses until she reached her simple red panties. She ran an extended finger across the wet spot in the center of them, then kissed it before taking hold of the sides of the garment, pulled it down Susan's legs, exposing the lush blonde haired mound beneath it.

Bailey wasted no time, bringing her tongue into play before she'd even gotten Susan's panties all the way off. A jolt of lightning raced through the younger woman as she felt the wet caress of Bailey's lips and tongue, running up and down the length of her pussy before wrapping around her excited clit.

"Mother of God!" Susan cried out, her voice carrying far across the deserted woodland.

Bailey wrapped Susan's legs over her shoulders, pressing the blonde's thighs against the sides of her head as she buried her face against the younger woman's sex. There was nothing in the world she loved more than going down on a woman, bringing her all the delights that she knew that her tongue was capable of. Pleasures that caused Susan's body to rock as the tides of a developing orgasm began to build up inside of her.

Waves of bliss that soon enough became a surge, growing until it was almost more than Susan could bear. The explosive eruption that followed was twice the one that had preceded it and the cry that heralded its arrival was also a magnitude greater. With their bodies so close together as to be almost one, the echoes of Susan's climax resounded in Bailey as well, filling her with the desire to share a similar pleasure.

"Now it's your turn," she said to Susan as she slowly lifted her body off of her.

It was a request that Susan was enthusiastically eager to grant. After all, she had been thinking about it for hours. With a definite plan in mind, she directed Bailey up onto the boot cover, setting her on the center of it with her legs spread out to the blonde's right and left.

Reaching out with her hands, Susan used both to spread the folds of the other woman's pussy, then leaned forward, laying her head tight against it. It had been so long since she'd savored another woman that Susan had forgotten what a sweet ambrosia it could be. That, and also an aphrodisiac, driving her forward even as memories of a long distant and much simpler time flooded her mind.

Leaning back across the trunk hood, her arms extended wide to brace herself, Bailey once more took in the splendor of tapestry in the sky above her. Only this time it paled when compared with the absolute beauty of the woman before her. A woman who, with each passing moment, was bringing her closer to heaven.

Bailey's heart was racing, and her breaths became shallow as the forces Susan had unleashed continued to grow in strength. Tiny beads of sweat formed across her quivering body, even as she marveled at the fervor of the woman beneath her. A passion that had carried her to heights she wouldn't have believed the near-neophyte capable of, but a plateau she thanked the stars above for nevertheless.

"Yes, yes, oh yes!" Bailey cried out, each repetition stronger and louder than the last.

Then, mere seconds later, she screamed one last encouragement, just as the last vestiges of her resistance collapsed and she surrendered to the inevitable.