This Choice We Make

Cynthia's strong hands gently rubbed at the back of Anne's neck, encouraging her to suckle more. Anne did so, and was paid with a soft, moaning, "yes..."

Anne smiled and kept her mouth on the breast while softly unbuttoning the rest of Cynthia's blouse, peeling her open like an onion. Her other hand massaged Cynthia's free breast. Cynthia squirmed gently in the couch, and softly Anne's lips traveled lower, trailing tender kisses to her navel, her nose eventually ending at the front button of Cynthia's skirt. Her eyes looked up, asking.

Cynthia could only nod. It had been many, many years since anyone had ever wanted to pleasure her.

Softly Anne slipped off the couch, her hands gently reaching up the skirt to run the backs of her fingers along the dampness of her black satin panties. Cynthia's hips moved with a life of their own, her feet kicking off the heels, thighs spreading wider. She could feel Anne's warm breath trail up her inner thigh, and felt the first traces of Anne's tongue as it worked its way nearer the cloth barrier.

Anne smiled to herself, feeling good that she was able to make someone else feel good, knowing somewhere deep inside Cynthia would never abuse her, never hurt her. With only her lips, she pulled at the thong underwear, tugging hard. She manually moved Anne's legs in order to slip the underwear down, and was rewarded by the sight of a neatly trimmed bush. Anne's mouth softly moved forward and her tongue tenderly rolled up Cynthia's outer labia, tasting her tender, succulent juice.

Cynthia moaned louder this time, egging Anne on, her hips softly rocking into Anne's mouth. Anne licked deeper, with a flicking motion, working up and down the inner labia, then gently nosed up softly to her clit, tenderly rolling its hood with her lips. Anne's tongue found the tender bundle of nerves and with great care gently started to tease Cynthia's blood engorged nub.

Anne slipped three fingers into Cynthia's tight dampness, her lips and tongue still teasing her womanhood. Gently she rocked her face in time with her hands, pushing deeper into Cynthia's pubic region, sucking hungrily as if she were a child at a mother's breast. Cynthia's body convulsed, as if shocked by a bold of lightening. She quivered, moaned and outright screamed in ecstasy, having her first orgasm by another person in well over twenty years. Her juices splashed Anne's face, causing her lips to shine. She pulled her face back and smiled at Cynthia, with a look on her face not unlike a puppy dog that had just pleased its mistress.

Cynthia panted for just a moment, then looked down, and licked her lips.

"I'd like you to spend the night. It's been a very long time since I've had the pleasure of sucking on another woman's pussy."

Anne grinned.

"I have only one rule. Don't open the blinds or curtains during the day. My skin is so sensitive, it will literally burn."

"I understand its okay. I work night shift because I like the darkness. My eyes are a bit photosensitive," Anne said.

"The curtains and blinds are all set to timers. They will close about a half hour before dawn, and open after dusk. We can go get your car tomorrow night." Cynthia said, her eyes meeting Anne's.

"I understand. I won't touch them," Anne said, sincerely. In the pitch-blackness, Cynthia led the way to a bedroom where a huge canopy bed awaited them.

In a few months time, Anne moved in. Cynthia relied on Anne to take care of things for her during the day, and Anne helped Cynthia repair her damaged self-esteem. Together, they formed a friendship and intimate relationship based upon trust, and love.

Until the drunk driver hit their car, five years later.

***

"Anne," Cynthia whispered, looking down at her love. "I've come to my decision. I have decided I would rather be judged by you, and your morals and values, than loose you. I hope you understand. I am not going to give you new life, but a curse. It will bring you back to me, because I don't want to spend eternity without you. I hope you understand."

The only response in the hospital room was the cold beeping noise of the pulse monitor.

"You've always suspected what I'm going to show you was the truth, but we never needed to talk about it. We always had our understanding. My past was that, my past. You accepted me, loved me, and desired me for the person I am. I cannot give that up. I'm truly sorry if what I'm going to do now offends you, but please, understand; it's only out of love that I do this thing."

Cynthia stepped back into the room. She slowly closed the blinds to the interior and exterior windows, and turned off the lights.

She lowered the side rail to the bed, and gently draped Anne's right arm across her chest.

She tilted Anne's head to the left. It moved easily, as if it had been broken.

Cynthia took a deep breath, and let the smell of Anne's life flow into her body. Her hand she placed upon Anne's breast, and felt the soft thumping noise of her heartbeat.

Cynthia's mouth opened, and from sheer force of will, her sharp canine teeth extruded an inch.

She bit into the side of Anne's throat, feeling the hot spray of her blood into her mouth, drinking it all down like a glutton, swallowing every drop from her body. At the moment of death, Anne's eyes opened. Her pupils flickered a soft red tone. Their first vision was of Cynthia's lips, softly dripping with vitae, her fangs still out.

"I had to do it, Anne, please, forgive me. You weren't going to wake up." Cynthia said, nearly sobbing.

Anne nodded, her body softly cooling. She looked at the stump of her hand and softly felt the tissue start to regenerate itself.

"I'll teach you all you need to know to live as a child of the night, if you will only stay at my side. I've never loved anyone the way I've loved you."

Anne spoke softly, "I understand." Her mouth trembled as she felt her fangs softly grow out.

"I'm cold, and hungry." Anne said.

"Let me get you home," Cynthia said.

Anne nodded. They both fled, out into the safety of the night.