Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

As if sensing her arousal, Taryn tightened the towel around her chest. "Making coffee?" she asked, sniffing the air.

"Mocha Java," Lisa replied, a proud smile on her face.

Thinking this was going to be harder than she thought, Taryn took a deep breath. "Lisa, we need to talk. Do you have a few minutes available this morning, perhaps over a cup of that wonderful java you're making?" she asked.

The look on Taryn's face dampened the compliment she'd just given. Lisa's eyes dark and solemn again, she nodded. "I'd like to get showered and dressed first if you don't mind. Shall we meet back here in, say, twenty minutes?"

"Fifteen minutes," Taryn said.

Lisa laughed, thinking how Taryn always wanted the upper hand.

"It's not really fair since you're already showered," she teased. "But I suppose…"

Taryn laughed and followed Lisa down the hallway. As she dressed, she tried to think of a way to soften the impact of her announcement to Lisa. In her heart, she knew it wouldn't matter what she said or how she said it. Lisa fantasized Taryn as her lover, perhaps even her mistress. She would feel very hurt and betrayed by Taryn's announcement. Shivering, Taryn reached for the telephone and placed a call.

Lisa was pouring coffee when Taryn entered the kitchen. "You're late," Lisa teased, pointing to her watch. She added a dollop of whipped cream to each of the steaming cups. Smiling proudly, she carried the coffee mugs to the bar separating the kitchen and dining room. "Would you like something with that – toast or a muffin?"

"No thanks," Taryn said very politely. "But go ahead and fix something for yourself if you wish."

"Actually, I never eat breakfast," Lisa replied. She grinned sheepishly. "I run on caffeine most of the day."

"So that's why you're so thin," Taryn teased. "Just kidding," she said when she saw the downcast look on Lisa's face. "You're a very attractive woman, Lisa. Now come sit down and let's talk."

Lisa perched on the barstool beside Taryn, her feet dangling, not quite touching the floor. "What's the scoop?" she asked, trying to muster some self-confidence into her voice.

Reaching for Lisa's hand, Taryn turned her so they were facing one another. It was as if another door had opened, her perspective shifting once again as she gazed into Lisa's dark eyes. Vast pools of passion and sensuality swirled in eyes that had once seemed very solemn and sad. Why didn't she see this before?

Letting her instincts guide her, Lisa lifted her face and pressed her smooth soft lips against Taryn's mouth. She smiled when she felt Taryn's mouth slowly open. Her tongue sought refuge in Lisa's mouth. Lisa opened hers wider and their lips caressed as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. Gasps and whimpers were exchanged.

Taryn felt her resolve giving way as she lost herself in Lisa's warmth, her embrace, and her hunger. She grasped her face, pulling her closer, beckoning her to slip inside her open arms. When she did, Taryn pulled her gently to the floor.

Lisa felt light as a feather, her back cushioned by Taryn's hands.

She opened her eyes and wondered in awe at Taryn. The way she was kissing her, treating her as gently as a delicate flower, Lisa thought it so different than before. Were the other times just a prelude to this wonderful gentleness? Had she passed some initiation or rite of passage? What was expected of her now? As Taryn covered her face with kisses, the questions kept coming. She longed to cast the questions aside and enjoy this special moment with Taryn.

Taryn knew Lisa's mind was spinning. She could tell by the light in her eyes and the intense expression on her face. "Don't try to figure it out," she whispered. "Some things just can't be explained." That said, she leaned down and placed her hand on Lisa's breast. Her lips trailed over her skin, dropping butterfly kisses on her neck, her ears, her eyes, her cheeks, her arms, and then her hands. Taryn kissed the palm, tracing the lines with her tongue. Then she took each finger into her mouth. Taking her time, she drew each one into her mouth, sucking and listening to Lisa's murmurs of pleasure.

When she was finished, Taryn took Lisa's hands, still moist from her loving, and placed them over her head. She stared into Lisa's eyes for what seemed the longest moment. A part of her struggled to pull away as the dark pools surfaced and captured her. She moaned and slid the length of her body over Lisa's slender frame. Keeping Lisa's hands in place over her head, she drew herself up, arching her back as she pressed her stomach, then her mound, then her clit against the warm place between Lisa's legs.

It felt so wonderful and gentle. She ignored Lisa's protests, her begging for Taryn to take her right then and there. "Ssh," she whispered, pausing with her mouth over Lisa's breast. She pressed her lips against the nipple, her hot breath pressing through the material and making the tip shrivel and harden. "Umm," she murmured. She moved to the other breast, forcing herself to go slow and savor the delightful response of the woman who was moaning and squirming beneath her.

Lisa's heart was racing, beating so hard she felt the blood rush to her head, then her genitalia. The signals passed between them as she responded to Taryn's mouth and tongue, teasing her, torturing her, making her wait. Oh, but she couldn't wait much longer! Her clit was so swollen and wet that she wanted desperately for Taryn to stay pressed there just a moment, even a second, longer. But Taryn continued the torturous slide up and over, leaving her clit hot and waiting. Perhaps on her way down…

Taryn knew Lisa was close but she didn't want her to come. Not yet. She raised herself to her knees, her body astride Lisa's chest. She unbuttoned her blouse, watching Lisa's eyes as each button was unfastened, revealing a little more, then a little more. When her blouse hung open, she took Lisa's hand and placed it against her breasts. She loosened her grip, wanting to see what Lisa would do.

Hesitant at first, Lisa struggled to read Taryn's expressions. It was more than she could bear. She slid her hand underneath the beige lace, her fingers running over Taryn's nipple, flicking it back and forth. Over and over, she teased the nipple just as Taryn had teased her clit. Taryn moaned and the sound was music to Lisa's ears, spurring her on, daring her to go further, to tease her more, her hand never leaving the nipple that was responding so wonderfully to her touch.

Every nerve in her body was on fire. Taryn thrust her chest out, wanting Lisa to punish her breast. Do something, anything! Tease it, squeeze it, suck it, kiss it. "Please!" she cried out. Her mouth dropped open and she panted for air. Her eyes begging Lisa to do something more, thinking all the while that she had learned it from a master. After all, Taryn was a master, wasn't she? She gripped Lisa's hand and pulled it away.

Her arms once more locked over her head, Lisa could not stop Taryn. Growling deep in her throat, Taryn bent down and seized part of Lisa's blouse in her mouth. Savagely she ripped it open with her teeth, then spit it out and nudged it apart so Lisa's breasts were clearly visible. She wore no bra, leaving her chest bare for Taryn's eyes to feast on – and she did.

Lisa moaned, the heat of Taryn's gaze unbearably hot against her naked skin. She felt the explosive energy building between them, making her want the other woman so badly she'd do anything she asked. "Please," she begged, her eyes beseeching and her nipples teasing as she offered her breasts to Taryn. "Please," she whimpered, rolling her head from side to side.

Taryn smiled and eased herself down on top of Lisa's body. Her cunt was resting against her bare stomach. She could smell herself and she knew Lisa could feel her wetness, hot and steaming through her pants and panties. She leaned down, her nipple pressing against Lisa's mouth as she rubbed her clit back and forth over her bare stomach.