"Ambiguity Gray" When Janine woke up late the next morning, she sighed and rolled over, expecting to see May lying next to her, naked and happy and so beautiful. But nothing was there except emptiness: abandoned sheets and covers, and a cool pillow. A stab of sadness pierced through Janine's tender skin, and she wondered if something she had done, something she had said, forced her newly-beloved May to abandon here there in that bed—or worse, that the whole thing had been a miraculous dream. Janine sighed wearily and rested back on her side of the bed. Their lovemaking had felt so real... How could it have been a dream? As if things weren't confusing enough, a loud blare from some distant radio shook her out of her sleepiness. It was a classic rock song from the eighties, and Janine smiled as she recognized it. May told her it was one of her favorite songs; perhaps she was still here and had merely woken up earlier! Despite not wearing anything save the sheets, Janine couldn't help but sit up and boogie to the song. One foot on the brake and one on the gas As the lyrics roared out, who else but May Tramble appeared from the bathroom, wearing a T-shirt and blue panties a size too small, effectively accentuating her waist and bottom. The older woman was singing to the lyrics and—more interestingly—dancing along with them. Well, there's too much traffic, I can't pass, no The woman completely broke Janine's opinion of her and swerved her hips around like a stripper, slowly coming over to show off her sensuality to Janine, who laughed and soaked up the whole show. She never pegged May as the type who would do something so wild, so it was definitely exciting. And, frankly, a serious turn-on. So I tried my best illegal move Well, baby, black and white come and touched my groove again And now, the woman was directly in front of Janine, shaking her rear end and caressing her body in an openly sexual dance. Bautista loved every minute of it. Go on and write me up for 125 Post my face wanted dead or alive Take my license, all that jive I can't drive 55! Janine cheered for her sweetheart as she finally stopped dancing. She leaped out of bed, totally in the nude, and gave the wild woman a hug. They laughed for a good while before May excused herself to turn the radio off. Janine yawned and stretched, not caring that she was as bare as the day she was born, or that May was nearly in that same state of undress. "That was wild!" she exclaimed across the room. "I never expected you'd do something like that. So little Miss Tramble has a crazy streak too." "What can I say?" her voice called back. "I just felt like rocking today. I feel really sexy now." "You are sexy," Janine purred, walking up to her beloved once she came back. This time their embrace was openly sensual, mouths and hands groping passionately. They grinned at each other, so happy now that their relationship was turning out like this...and then Janine went in for the kill. "Hey...wanna take a shower together?" "I'd love to," said an excited May. Janine glared at her lustfully and squeezed her bottom. "Well, don't you think you're a little overdressed, sweetheart?" "I guess," came the husky reply. May's hands were already rubbing Janine's breasts; the sexual need between them was apparent even now, not long after their first (and second, and third, and...) moment of passion. "Maybe you could...help out with that?" "I'd love to," she giggled, already lifting the older woman's shirt off. She knelt down to kiss her belly, dipping her tongue into May's soft navel, petting the girl's soft behind with wanting. The underwear seemed an afterthought until Janine kissed the crotch, pulled it down, and stood up to take her beloved into her arms. Squealing and laughing, they raced to the bathroom, dove into the cramped shower, and blasted the water until it was just right. "I need you," May hissed, embracing Janine from behind. "I need to feel your soft bare chest so badly. I want to touch your every area. I want to squeeze and fondle your breasts." (All the time she was saying this, she was of course doing it as well) "I want to softly rub my fingers around your pink nipples. I want to lather your skin, caress your sensual soapy breasts, and lick the soap off your nipples with my tongue." She ground her crotch into Janine's bottom, digging her hips and waist in as far as they would go; her breasts crushed into Janine's back; her hands working magic with the woman's bosom. "Uhh...May...May, my darling, my sweet..." It felt so fantastic to actually be doing this, to whisper sensually and to touch one another's bodies with lust and not fear—to look at each other amidst a spray and a mist, to smile, to rub noses (and subsequently breasts), to kiss tenderly until all was lost in a wonderful display of romantic chaos. Janine needed to have May's breasts; she needed to feel what it was like to actually perform sexual favors for another woman. She wanted to do it, she wanted to put her feminine hands on May's feminine hips, her girlish lips and tongue over those girlish nipples, her mouth over May's fuzzy womanhood. She wanted to make love to May, to penetrate her, to lick and kiss every part of her goddess' body. And she wanted to be taken, to be dominated, to be loved by this beauty whom she had secretly pined for, and denied, and loved for so long. She wanted to feel May's fingers inside her vagina, fucking her so sweetly as she called her name—"Janine, Janine!" She wanted to feel May's hands on her bottom, squeezing and caressing with the utmost need. She wanted May to kiss her, to touch her, to go inside of her and share her soul. Mostly, she wanted to...she needed to...she had to... "AAHH! MAAYYY! I'm going to...I'm going to..." "Say it, honey!" Janine blushed. Never, even in her wildest fantasies, had she ever... "I'm going to come!!" And then it hit her, that indescribable wave of everything, that shard of Heaven glimpsed just briefly, the moment where reality and fantasy merge, that thing mortals crudely called an orgasm and the universe reverberated with. It was Life, and Janine was Living right in May's mouth. "God," she murmured when coherence finally came back to her, "I can't believe I came in your mouth. That's the kind of thing you'd read about in a sex story." "Well, we are having sex," May reminded her, reaching up to tweak one of those cute nipples. Janine squealed and smiled cutely. "Oral sex, perhaps, but sex nonetheless." "I wanna do it too," Janine whispered. They were still in the shower, but aside from a few innuendos here and there, they had entirely forgotten about cleaning up. After recovering her breath and stamina, Janine and May switched places, one lying down on the surface, a bit awkwardly, and the other kneeling before her beloved, ready to fly her to the moon. Janine had never tasted another woman's sex before—penetrated and touched, of course, but never with her mouth. Not until now, anyway. She didn't hold back at all, though—she wanted to do this, for herself and for May. She wanted to give May oral pleasure, more than anything. Well...that and a few other things. Since May was already "hot to trot", as she said, it didn't take her nearly as long to reach an orgasm. Janine had no immediate opinion regarding the older woman's vaginal secretions, save it was a flavor that was now meant for her alone. After shakily rising to their feet and giving each other a deep, loving embrace, they turned off the water and dried each other off, both of them sharing one big towel. They went back to the bed, naked and holding hands, and laid down to stare at the ceiling and contemplate everything that had happened. There was no point in keeping secrets or thoughts to themselves; the girls needed to express it verbally. It's not often when one admits to the feelings one has for one's close friend, and then acts upon them soon after. After gazing at the white ceiling, squeezing and rubbing each other's hands and fingers, May opened up first. "So what do you think of this?" "I think it's great," said Janine. She turned to face May, smiling at the miracle lying next to her. She had never met a woman who could be adorably cute, wonderfully pretty, and downright sexy all at once, but somehow, this goddess pulled it off. She found herself staring at May—not just her naughty bits, but every part of her—and knew now, for a fact, she was irresistibly attracted to her. "You?" "I say it's about time we stopped fooling around," she said with a grin. "I mean...dancing around the subject wasn't helping us out at all. And now look at us. We're both so happy. I know I shouldn't speak for you, but it's hard to argue with that big smile on your face." "Yeah, really." Janine's hand trailed up May's bare arm, resting on her shoulder. "I am happy, I really am. And I'm sorry, sorry for being so stubborn about it. I think ever since I first kissed you, I've felt drawn to you, but it took awhile for me to really realize it. You know me; I can make a mule look willing." "Yeah." May leaned over, caressing Janine's face, and gave her a tender kiss. And another. And another. They grinned at each other—this was so refreshing and exciting! It was like every touch, every look, even every single moment was a new discovery! Perhaps this was "love", but they didn't want to jinx everything and bring out the big L-word. Not yet. May kissed her again, sliding her tongue inside effortlessly, and squealed softly as Janine sucked it in greedily. "I want you," managed the older woman, slowly pushing her beloved onto the bed. "I wanna ravish you right now. I need to make love to you." Janine blushed a happy shade of red, exploding with joy and love. May really felt the same way! "I'm all yours, sweetheart," she whispered, her eyes a little misty. "I want you too. I want you to take me, to make me, to ravish me, to...love me. Fuck me, May. Please, May, fuck me, please." The words came out so breathlessly and beautifully that May choked up and cried a little. That word was vulgar and obscene to her ears, but when Janine said it, nearly begging her, it was so gorgeous and perfect... She cried out her name and caressed her face with passion before locking their lips together. They embraced; May rubbed her breasts and nipples into the younger woman's bosom, feeling the slippery electric mix of sweet sufferable pain and outstanding joy the friction caused. Her fingers trailed south, so smoothly touching and fondling Janine's tan skin, sometimes pinching it gently. She touched Bautista's nerve, tickled her thick pubic hair, fingers poised to dive. The look that May gave her was utter uncontrollable lust, nothing else. "No," whispered Janine. "The other way. I want us to rub our vaginas together. That's how I want you to fuck me." May could tell she was nervous; she spoke with such a quivering voice! But Janine knew what she wanted, and even though she was on the bottom, Miss Bautista was clearly in command. Since both women had genitals that went in and not out, it was difficult trying to figure out just how this was going to work. May wanted to, naturally—anything for Janine, now—she just...it was so...um, maybe that—no, turn it around here...or over—wait, okay, put it back that...well, it was better here—no, you got it—wait, um...okay, um...oh. ...Oh. Oh. Perfect. Good thing Janine didn't take her friends on their offer to share one big room. The cries of bliss and perfection they made would've stirred a deaf man. ......... Afterglow. It was a fitting word. After laying there on the bed, "airing out" from the hot wild sex, Janine and May stood on wobbly legs and cleaned themselves up with some moist rags. They decided it'd be better to get out of the hotel room soon, before they had to pay for another night's stay, and besides, they couldn't stay in all day having sex like newlyweds. They agreed to go on a date—not as friends or buddies, but a real actual official romantic date, with all titles, implications, and benefits. "So are we really girlfriends now?" May asked as they walked outside, holding hands shamelessly. Janine grinned shyly. "Yeah...I'd like that. I don't know how people go about the business of making it official or anything..." "We could just kiss on it," suggested May. Janine chuckled—they had done far more than kissing that day and the last—but it was a sweet idea, and so they did, right in broad daylight. "Wow," said May, caressing her new girlfriend's black hair, "I actually have a girlfriend. I have a girlfriend. And it's you. I'm so glad!" "Me too!" replied Janine, grinning broadly. They embraced and kissed again, but came to their senses before it was too late. There would be plenty of time for physical intimacy later: now, they needed to go on that date. "So where to? You got any ideas?" "No, not really. I can't afford much. Prom wiped me out." "Mm-hmm, but it was worth it." They exchanged a sweet smile and squeezed hands. "Yeah, definitely. Boy, if Blake and the others catch wind of this, we'll never hear the end of it!" "Yeah, I know. They never once stopped bugging us—but here we are, together as prophesized. Who do you think we have to thank the most for it, Miss Post or Miss Madsen?" "Well, Madsen brought us together as friends, but Post brought us together as...this. I'll give props to Ellie." May agreed and embraced Janine suddenly, taking her into gentle arms. "We have them both to thank. And you know, we have to tell those girls sometime. I don't want to hide the fact that we're a couple, not from anyone." Janine became flushed, smiled warmly, and kissed May's face. "I-I'm glad. I don't want to hide either. ...But let's not tell them just yet. I'm not quite ready. Maybe we can let Olivia in on it first. She's usually not the gossipmonger the others are. Chances are she'll just roll her eyes and give us that I-told-you-so smile." "And after her?" Janine had to think about it first. Not Victoria; the young lady would blurt it out like she did with everything else. Definitely not Gabrielle—otherwise, they really never would hear the end of it. Blake was a wild card: would she be too doped up on her medications to care, or would that wild side come into play and expose the whole thing? And what about June? "Your sister," Janine said. "I feel I could trust her." "I hope so; she's my twin." They smiled and continued their walk. The day was nice, but it would probably rain soon, just in time for finals. Terrific, just one more thing to worry about. Well, as much as they dreaded taking those last tests, it was really just another part of life. That was the way of things: everything needed a conclusion before something else could begin. "And after that," Janine sighed, "well...we'll see what happens. Whatever may come of it, I just want you to know that I'll be right here, with you." "...Yeah," May whispered. She wanted to sound romantic too, but there was one thing tickling the back of her mind, something that could potentially split apart this new, wonderful relationship that had been so long in the making. It was not a creation of others, something cruel, hard, sadistic, and thirsty to see true love broken—no, it was a desire, a will of another person, the need to climb higher steps, reach loftier goals, and look at broader horizons. In other words, college. But they could worry about that later. After all, they had the whole day to themselves. Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, Daughter of Elysium, We enter fire imbibed, Heavenly, thy sanctuary. Thy magic reunites those Whom stern custom has parted; All men will become brothers Under thy gentle wing. May he who has had the fortune To gain a true friend And he who has won a noble wife Join in our jubilation! Yes, even if he calls but one soul His own in all the world. But he who has failed in this Must steal away alone and in tears. All the world's creatures Draw joy from nature's breast; Both the good and the evil Follow her rose-strewn path. She gave us kisses and wine And a friend loyal unto death; She gave lust for life to the lowliest, And the Cherub stands before God. Joyously, as his suns speed Through Heaven's glorious order, Hasten, Brothers, on your way, Exulting as a knight in victory. Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, Daughter of Elysium, We enter fire imbibed, Heavenly, thy sanctuary. Be embraced, Millions! This kiss for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy A loving father must dwell. Can you sense the Creator, world? Seek him above the starry canopy. Above the stars He must dwell. Be embraced, Millions! This kiss for all the world! Brother!, above the starry canopy A loving father must dwell. Can you sense the Creator, world? Seek him above the starry canopy. Above the stars He must dwell. Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, Daughter of Elysium, We enter fire imbibed, Heavenly, thy sanctuary. Be embraced, Millions! This kiss for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy A loving father must dwell. Can you sense the Creator, world? Seek him above the starry canopy. Above the stars He must dwell. Be embraced, Millions! This kiss for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy A loving father must dwell. Can you sense the Creator, world? Seek him above the starry canopy. Above the stars He must dwell. Joy, daughter of Elysium Thy magic reunites those Whom stern custom has parted; All men will become brothers Under thy gentle wing. Be embraced, Millions! This kiss for all the world! Brothers, above the starry canopy A loving father must dwell. Joy, beautiful spark of Gods! Daughter of Elysium, Joy, beautiful spark of Gods! Next time: The Ode to Finals
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