Taking Lots of Falls

Reaching the last piece of cloth covering her I rubbed my face against it feeling the dampness and heat, inhaling her scent. She smelt like food, like something I wanted to eat. I looked up along her body to see her propped on her elbows staring back down at me, She looked so serious that I couldn't help but smile and she smiled shyly, adorably back at me.

"I'm going to take these off now if that's ok Laura."

She nodded, biting her lip (so very cute), and raised her bottom off the bed so that I could pull her knickers down. When they were gone I took my own off too, a little more awkwardly as i edged one leg over my cast. I stroked back up her thighs with my hands, first feeling the hint of soft downy hair on their outer sides, then slipping in to feel the warm soft smooth skin between her legs with those long solid muscles beneath. I edged back up, between them now, guiding her knees up and her legs apart so that they framed her cunt in front of me. She was a work of art, it took my breath away.

Being hairless myself I suppose I had always assumed that pubic hair was nothing more than a curl of decoration but no, I'd been misled by the video evidence. She obviously didn't groom and the varying density and the animal whorls of her drew my eye in to the fat blushing lips nestled at their centre. I could see the glistening inner folds bunched inside, the smell of her was much stronger now and more compelling and her legs were shaking on either side of me as I closed in. I nuzzled my face into her hair, sighing deeply, revelling in her luxuriance, I felt her wetness on my cheek where her opening touched me. Suddenly she gasped above me and her legs twitched, clamping around my head for a moment. I panicked and drew back to look up and speak to her.

"You have to be very careful, very gentle, I'm really delicate" I whispered and I placed another kiss right where the base of her stomach joined her left hip. She nodded, understanding.

"And you're so very, very, strong." I licked her inner thigh slowly and nibbled it with my lips. I could see her trembling more intensely as she struggled to stay still. Two muscle groups receiving almost perfectly balanced but opposite instructions from my actions and my voice. Move, but don't move.

I turned my head down again and breathed out slowly but intensely, blowing the warm air over her lips and hearing above me her long moan composed in part of pleasure, in part of frustration. I put my tongue out and licked all the way up her cunt from bottom to top almost allowing it's tip to dip between her lips. Then I planted a series of tiny kisses into the hair at the base of her stomach.

"So very, very strong." I repeated, and her moan this time was almost despairing as her trembling intensified. So of course I kissed her again on her lips, and open mouthed this time.

"And I'm so tiny, so fragile." I went on. I was laying it on a bit thick by now I reckoned. But her plaintive little wail indicated that she was still getting into it and the spasms running through her muscles around me as she barely stopped her hips from bucking up into my face were driving me as mad as they were obviously driving her. I was happy to oblige her unspoken request and I delved my tongue into her properly for the first time just for a brief moment.

"You must stay still, or you might break me." I finished. I rubbed my left cheek against her inner thigh while I did so and I sent out my tongue again to delve deeper this time, the wetness of my saliva parting her further and releasing more of the hot tangy deliciousness welling up from inside. I was as careful and cautious with her now as she was being with me. Introducing myself ever so slowly, ever so delicately to her. She in her own turn had to fight harder still to maintain her control. She was beyond voicing sounds for now, I could just hear her shallow panting above me in the distance.

I dipped two fingers carefully into her, gathering her slick juices onto them and then reached down with them between my own legs. The feeling of wiping her onto my clit, fingering myself with her body's assistance, was intensely erotic and I shuddered and moaned, losing myself in the sensation for a moment. But I wanted to give her pleasure, not just take it for myself so I brought my attention back to her and I licked slowly around her clit with similar motions to those I was using on myself.

You could do a lot more with a tongue than a finger though I was finding, it could be faster, more precise, seeking out those tiny places where it could do most good, or it could be slow and soft and big, lapping gently, stroking, transmitting the very essence of friendship and care. It was surprisingly tiring though so I had to take occasional breaks. And there was no need to hurry so I kissed and licked and sucked her as she moaned and trembled beneath my ministrations and the slow flowing liquid heat of my own growing arousal bloomed beneath my hand.

After long long minutes she was again pushing herself up ever so slightly into my face and making small tight clicking noises in the back of her throat. She had kept to her promise, been careful, denied herself the release I could so acutely feel that she so very much wanted, to pull me onto her, wrap herself around me. I lowered my mouth once again directly onto the top of her cunt and savoured her as she stretched back, every muscle in her body seeming to tense. She cried out without words as she came.

She shuddered her way down from the peak I had brought her to and the twitching spasms in her muscles gradually became less frequent until they ceased. I'd thought I might have tired her but apparently nothing could be further from the truth and she rose, lifting me right off the bed and flipping me over onto my back, legs splayed open and my hand still between them fingering myself. My cast was pulling the leg down a little painfully on that side and seeing this she positioned a pillow underneath to take the weight. Then she grabbed my wrist carefully but firmly and lifted it away.

"You can stop doing that now."

It sounded like an order and there was almost a hint of threat in her voice along with the promise. Together that mix made me shiver and sent bolts of anticipatory desire through my stomach. I lay back and she knelt over me, one leg on either side she lowered herself onto me, not sitting but resting against me so that i could feel her wetness on my stomach and the tickle of her hair. She kissed me deeply and I must have tasted powerfully of her but she didn't seem to mind, she was very enthusiastic. Her hands kept roaming over my body all the while.

"You're so smooth." she said in quiet wonder.

"Not a hair on me."

She stroked the tattoo on my side repeatedly, tracing its lines very lightly with her fingertips almost as if she expected to find it had a different texture. I felt her hands come to my breasts, cradling them, then dragging her palms over my nipples before tickling and teasing them with her fingers. Gradually she wriggled down over me, kissing her path lower, and however much I wanted to feel her suckling on me I didn't want to interrupt her progress, there would be another time for that. She moved between my legs properly and I spread them as far apart as I could wanting her to see me open, exalting in the look of bright eyed gleeful desire as she stared at me pushing myself up for her attention.

She lowered her head then and licked the skin of my inner thighs, making sure she didn't miss even an inch. At the top of each of her long languid licks I'd feel the slightest touch as she let herself brush against my lips and then she would back off and start all over again. I'd been very wet for a long time now and knew she would be tasting me already. I wanted her tongue inside me so badly but the torture as she made me wait built a huge dammed reservoir of tense anticipation. I could tell that the longer she made me wait, and the longer I could force myself not to beg her, the more pent up energy I would have to release when I finally came.

And at last she took pity on me, or perhaps she lost patience herself. Raising herself into position she licked up between my lips to my clit and centred herself there. I felt her hand on me and two fingers sliding into me so slowly that it seemed as if they were never going to stop and I felt more full than I had ever been before. Once they were buried as deep as she could get them she curled and twisted them inside me, all the while continuing to work me over with her mouth. She was very very good at this and over the inexorable waves of exquisite bliss I found myself dimly wishing that I hadn't started myself off with my own hand, because it could have gone on for longer and it wasn't going to. I was saying her name over and over again, not loudly, almost under my breath, between my pants, my voice, such as it was, ragged and broken, as I lost control of myself.

We lay there for a while before sleep, Laura crawled back up the bed and I snuggled in to her. Strangely we didn't find the need to talk much but we swapped kisses and happy noises and made the first steps toward creating our terms of endearment for one another. I wondered about maybe asking why she was so lonely but now was not the right time. Maybe I would never have to as I was really hoping she wouldn't need to be alone anymore now. On hearing my breathing start to change as I started to fall asleep Laura offered to lift me up into my hammock but no, I wanted to stay down in bed with her. We drifted off to sleep together, me still nestled close in against her with my ear against her chest and soothed by the sound of her heart beating. When I woke in the morning I was overjoyed to find that she was still there with me. Gazing sleepily over at her, although my leg was aching badly this morning (hardly surprisingly I suppose), I was as happy as I had ever been.

Epilogue - Looking back

Laura moved in properly after that, in time giving up her flat and making her life with me and I mine with her. She's in the family group now and she gets on with Mum and Dad fine. We're still basically an outpost of my old town but we're embedded in hers as well. I had to admit that in essence my therapist had been right, sort out the relationships, build bonds, and wherever those bonds are will become your home. The physics in the end will always look after itself, you just need the right place to stand in your mind to notice it has done so. In our own different ways we had both been only loosely connected to the earth and we had met adrift and grounded one another. Or maybe we'd flown away together, again it depends how you want to look at it.

Laura has talked about the possibility of us setting up some kind of embassy. An outpost of the satellite cities at ground level where people can come and do business on something approaching our territory. Nobody is really sure how it would work or what it would be used for but it's something we might look into doing just to see how it goes. People have a way of finding uses for things if you leave them lying about so maybe we'll just throw it out there and see who comes to play. Hey even if we just end up stamping pieces of paper for tourists and arranging the occasional trade deal it will be interesting for a while. We should definitely get a stamp.

A couple of weeks ago Laura hired a car and we drove out into the countryside to a place she used to live once. It was a country house of some sort and we parked just before nightfall in the gravelled car park down near the old workers cottages. We walked out to a paddock where there was the skeletal structure of a geodesic tent, not covered at the moment. It was about the same size and shape as Mum and Dads' living room. There we spread our blankets out on the ground and made love in the twilight.

After it had become fully dark there was little light from the distant houses and we lay tight together, wrapped in our blankets and looking up at the sky. Some small creature crawled across my arm in the dark, making its way from one place to another. It didn't bother me though, Laura wouldn't take me anywhere I would come to harm. It was a clear night and we could see thousands of stars, slightly blurred and shimmering through the atmosphere with the pale ghost of the Milky Way painted behind them.

High above us in front of this backdrop were the constantly moving multicoloured lights of the orbital cities tracing the endless cascading ribbons of their paths across the sky. And as I lay there happy and content with the most important thing in my whole world lying right there beside me I wondered which one of them might be my old home.