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Michelle and Willow would do everything together. Every class they had, every book they read, every stroll in the park. They had been close since they were children, their families were neighbors and would encourage them to be closer so they would have company. They knew they loved each other. There was this one memory of when they were ten that they started playing house and they got married in the Wheeler's attic. They found out that day that women couldn't marry one another, which made them a little mad. They loved each other, why couldn't they get married? Well, it was against the law for some reason. So they decided that they would marry men who were best friends so they could always stay in touch.
When they were twenty, Michelle got married to this renowned surgeon, who was the son of Michelle's father's friend, his name was Francis. He was an incredible man, and would treat Michelle like a queen, this treatment would even sip through his treatment with Willow. He would bring flowers for both of them and even would get little gifts for her as well when he went to travel.
On the day they got married, Willow felt envy. She hated feeling like that, she would like to think it was because she wanted to get married as well, but she knew that wasn't the only reason. She wanted to get married, and she soon would, but it was more a matter with whom, not the act of getting married. If she could only replace Francis somehow. At least, he was kind and a good man. And would never kiss Michelle in front of her.
A few months later, when they were twenty one, it was Willow's turn to get married. His name was Carlton and he was friends with Francis, like they always planned to, so they wouldn't be separated. Michelle gave a little help nudging Carlton in the right direction, she thought he was a wimp, but he was good and had a lot of money to take care of Willow.
On her wedding day, Willow looked beautiful in her wedding dress, like a true queen. She had this white flower crown holding her veil and the only splash of color in her look was her bouquet of yellow and blue flowers that were waiting to be held over a vanity desk. Her favorite color was yellow, but she said that blue looked pretty with yellow, and Michelle agreed, especially because blue was her favorite color. The veil over her face made her look so beautiful.
"Should I be this nervous?", Willow asked, looking at herself in the mirror, "I know it is my wedding day, but I feel like I am going to throw up."
She turned around and faced Michelle, who was sitting down on a sofa, alone with her friend in that guest room. She was wearing her navy silky bride's maid dress, looking beautiful, like a goddess would look. Her black hair had these beautiful curls that people would die to have (and Willow, die to touch more than to just help her with braids). She got up and walked close to her friend, holding her shaky hands. The room was small, had one single bed and few essentials for a person to sleep through a few days, but it was enough for a bride to get dressed with the help of her bride's maid.
"Willow", Michelle began in a calm voice, "it's completely normal to feel nervous. Remember how I felt on my wedding day? You had to hold my hand and talk about this book you were reading just to distract me and I wouldn't keep biting my nails", the brunette let a little laugh escape through her exhalation and smiled, getting a smile back, "You will be just fine. I know I blacked out and only remember looking at the priest and saying 'yes', but at least I did not pass out during my walk down the aisle."
Willow chuckled, holding her friend's hand a little harder, "But… what if I make a fool of myself?"
"You can't make a fool of yourself when you look like this, Willow."
"What if I trip?"
"You pretend like it was nothing and continue walking."
"What if I stammer?"
"You take a deep breath, smile and try to speak again."
"What if the stammering doesn't stop?"
"I will start singing opera so badly everyone will get their attention on me."
Willow laughed, getting a smile, "What if I am an ugly kisser?"
Michelle's perfect black eyebrows furrowed, "What?"
"I have been thinking… I have never kissed before."
"You will be just fine, Willow… You don't have to be afraid of that."
"What if it looks ugly or disgusting?", she still looked worried, "Weren't you afraid to be a bad kisser?"
The black haired one thought for a second, "Actually, I never thought of that on my wedding day", and she shrugged.
"What if I don't please Carlton?"
Michelle took a deep breath, trying her best to not look annoyed, "He will be… I'm sure of it. He is marrying one of the most beautiful women in town. He would be ungrateful to think anything other than good things about you."
"But is it hard? To kiss I mean…"
"I don't think so… it's fairly simple", and she thought for a second, "Would you like to try?"
The green eyes widened, "What?!"
Michelle looked very calm about her question, "I can show you, I have done it before… And it's truly very simple… Maybe that will help with the nerves."
"And it would be good to know a little bit to also be with him later tonight, right?"
Michelle's sharp jaw locked for a brief moment in anger with the idea that someone would touch Willow and that someone wasn't her.
"Right", she said after a deep breath.
The taller one let go of her friend's hand and touched the veil, moving it back, leaving it resting on top of her flower crown, finally showing her beautiful face with soft makeup more clearly. Her gloved hands went to her face, cupping her jaw very softly, approaching slowly and letting their lips press together. Her lips were so soft, it was like touching a flower petal. They were warm like a summer breeze and she smelled like peaches. Willow knew about the smell, they hugged countless times, but this time she felt like she was getting drunk by it. First, the green eyes remained open for a brief second, but then they closed, feeling happy with the sensation. Her hands moved forward instinctively, holding the taller woman's waist. Her stomach did this fun sinking, making her want to giggle, this was so nice. But soon, it ended, making Willow frown.
"That's it?", she asked without thinking too much about it.
Michelle chuckled, "No, but that's what people expect of you during a wedding."
"But… what about more than that?", Willow could feel her cheeks getting a little hot, but she had to ask, they were in a point of no return by now.
"Do you want to learn more than that?"
"Would that be okay?"
Michelle smiled, "Of course, just follow my lead."
She leaned in again, but this time, her lips didn’t just brush against Willow’s. They parted slightly, a silent invitation. Willow took a shaky breath and mirrored her friend, feeling the heat rise in her chest. As the kiss deepened, Willow’s thoughts of "duty" began to fracture. Was she doing that to please her husband or herself? It felt so good, so delicate, so tender, but there was this burning sensation on her stomach.
Willow followed Michelle’s lead, her tongue mimicking the gentle, sweeping motions. She realized with a jolt of clarity that this wasn't just a mechanical skill to be memorized like playing a song on a piano, it wasn't theoretical like physics or math. It was a skill that depended on emotion, like learning a language, there was this need to understand how the words held power, how it wasn't just a matter of putting a word after the other, it had to make sense outside of someone's own language knowledge. It was deeper, it had sensitivity, it was supposed to hold a whole history that existed between them.
The taller one reached down, her hands holding Willow’s waist. Her touch was far more tender than a "teacher" required. But she wanted to memorize the soft curve of Willow’s torso, knowing this might be the only time she could ever hold her this way. She took a deep happy breath when she felt the delicate fingers playing with the hair by the nape of her neck, the short well done nails scratching the skin so good that it gave her shivers on her spine.
To Willow, the excuse for that kiss was a shield. She anchored herself to the technicality of it, focusing on the mechanics of breath, movements of the tongue and the positioning of her hands. She treated the electricity racing down her spine as a mere physical reaction to a new experience. By labeling it "practice", she could taste Michelle without having to admit she wanted to consume her, to drink every last ounce of her soul. She kept her eyes pressed shut, afraid that if she opened them, she would see the reflection of her own forbidden desire.
For Michelle, every brush of her tongue was a confession. She kissed Willow with the desperate offering to a goddess begging the divinity to make her happy. She knew this was the only time she would ever feel the true heat of Willow’s mouth without the shadow of a husband between them. To her, this wasn't a rehearsal for a man she didn't care about, it was a final, silent eulogy for the life they could have had if things were different. Maybe in another life.
While their tongues met, Michelle poured everything she could never say, because she knew the implications they could have. She knew that they were kissing, she could feel the eager mimicking of her actions by her soon to be wed friend, but she also knew that it was dangerous to feel everything she felt. Every "I love you" she could never say, every "don't leave me" she wanted to beg and every "I hate that he gets to keep you" she thought seeing them together was hidden in the slow, rhythmic slide of their tongues. She could at least have this: she was the one that kissed Willow for the first time. Even though Willow wasn't her first, she learned how to be better to give this to her, but she wished she was bad, she wished she could be learning with her, to taste her lips for the first time and them be the first taste of any lips she ever got.
When they finally broke apart, the air felt freezing in the gap between them. Willow’s lips were flushed and slightly swollen, her breath hitching in a way that had nothing to do with her tight lacing, her breast pressing firmly against the bustier. She looked at Michelle, searching for the "teacher" persona, but found only a mirrored intensity in Michelle’s brown eyes.
"Do you…", Willow started, her voice cracking, while she licked her lips, "Do you think he will be pleased?"
Michelle’s expression changed from this soft bliss into something bittersweet, her fingers caressing the smaller woman's waist, "He would be a fool not to be, Willow. But remember... a kiss isn't just for him. It belongs to you too."
Willow nodded, not able to let go, "I feel a little pain…", she commented quietly.
The black eyebrows furrowed again, in confusion, "Did I hurt you?"
"No…", Willow took her hands away from the black hair and took a small step back, looking down, "It's nothing", she affirmed, shyly.
"No", Michelle took a step forward, closing their distance once again, pulling the other's face up by the chin, making the green eyes look at her again, "Where does it hurt?", she had an idea of where it was hurting, but she needed to hear.
"In…", she placed her hand over her stomach, it wasn't exactly there, but she felt it would be too much to tell the whole truth, "here."
"I can help it go away… and it can help you relax if you would like."
There was this huge fear inside of Willow, she felt like she shouldn't ask anything, she should just brush it off and wait to be called to go and walk down the aisle, but she was so curious, "Ho-how?"
"Lay down in bed", the brunette just did it, pulling her long hair to one side of her shoulder and waited, looking at the ceiling, feeling her hands shaking as the bed dipped under Michelle's weight, "If you want me to stop, you have to tell me, deal?", she asked as she removed her right glove.
Willow nodded, "Yes", her eyes widened when she felt her dress' skirt being pulled up and a hand touching delicately on her right ankle, going up her shin, pulling the white dress with it, "Michelle?", she looked at her friend, looking mortified.
The taller woman looked at peace, so confident, "Would you like for me to stop?", the brunette shook her head very slightly, a little unsure, but she didn't want it to stop, she wanted to know where this was going, "Then relax…"
Willow took a deep breath and felt the hand continue its way up as the taller body moved up and started to hover over her body, her black hair falling over her shoulders, shielding her face from the woman laying down, who took the initiative to touch her hair and pull to the left. In this way it wouldn't fall over her face and she could see her, see her beautiful long black lashes, her beautiful lips and brown eyes and her adorable freckles.
A soft whimper left the pink lips when the hand touched her inner thigh, going up, making her legs close in fear for a brief second. Michelle touched the brunette's face and caressed her cheek, "You need to trust me… you will feel so good, I promise", she assured quietly, "Please…", and she got back to holding her weight against the bed, her left hand close to the other's face, leaning against her, "Trust me…"
And the legs parted again, allowing the hand to keep going up, touching her intimacy over the panties, making her whimper with the contact. How did it feel so good?
"Fuck… you are already so wet", Michelle whispered, feeling her fingers making the fabric of the panties slide easily.
Willow moaned in surprise with the curse and the phrase. Why did her core hurt even more? Her lips were captured again, she allowed her tongue to be tasted again, her legs opening even more, her hips moving up and down, searching for more contact, for better friction. She just wanted that burning sensation to go away. Her hand held the black hair and she moaned into the kiss when she felt her panties be pulled aside and a finger dipping between her wet folds.
The moment her clitoris was touched, her back arched instinctively, a whimper ripping from her chest, being swallowed by Michelle without difficulty as the hungry kiss picked up the pace. The brunette's left hand went to her friend's bicep and held it lightly as she felt the long fingers drawn circles around the sensitive muscle.
It felt so good, too good even, it was making her legs tremble, her moans becoming more and more desperate.
Michelle hated to have to shush her, but even kissing it was a little too loud, "Shh", she gave her a peck, "I love to know you are enjoying it, but we need to keep quiet, okay?"
"I'm sorry", she whispered in a choke, her beautiful face contorted in pleasure, "Michelle… please", she begged, looking at the brown eyes, consumed by the dilated pupils.
"Touch yourself", the taller woman whispered, her lips grazing the other's lips, "Just like I'm doing."
Willow nodded, her hand going down her body, fumbling through the fluffy skirt of her dress, replacing the expert fingers with her shy ones. She was so wet, her fingers would slip on her hard muscle so easily. The index and middle fingers went down her pussy, playing with her entrance.
Once the middle finger tried to push itself in, her body tensed and she stopped her movements, getting a soft peck on the lips, "Take a deep breath…", and she was immediately obeyed, "You will enjoy it, I swear."
Willow nodded and let herself enjoy the moment. Michelle watched her reactions, closely, drinking every last detail of her face as she felt pleasure as the finger entered her very slowly.
The taller woman moved her finger in and out, and once it seemed the brunette got used to the feeling, she started to push her index finger in.
"Michelle", Willow whispered, grabbing the other woman's bicep harder, "make me be quiet."
And Michelle did, kissing her once more. Willow's fingers would massage her own clitoris with these sloppy, fast movements. She felt so good, she never felt anything like it. There was this growing burning sensation on her intimacy, it was truly agonizing, her fingers began to move even faster, involuntarily trying to seek the end of this, her hips would rock pack and forth. The taller woman kept kissing her, every time their tongues would collide the moans would become a little more desperate, noticing this, Michelle kept her lips touching the other woman's lips and let their tongues do all the work.
The long fingers were moving fast, being squeezed by the brunette's pussy, as it pulsated around them, begging for more, for them to go harder, for them to go faster. And Michelle did it, she would do anything for Willow, especially if it would make her happy.
Willow's legs tensed, her moans became a little deeper in tone, her chest rising and falling fast as she breathed for hair, unable to stop her tongue, licking Michelle's. And it finally happened. The thing she heard about so much from her friends, the "orgasm". Michelle told her it felt good, that she could get one by herself, but she didn't think she could. She wasn't alone in that moment, she was getting help, and it was making it even more incredible.
Her body trembled slightly and, finally, she interrupted the kiss, unable to wrap her mind around continuing. She stopped her fingers feeling the fingers inside her stopping too, she took a deep breath feeling her body go limp, her members numb. She opened her eyes and found the brown ones on her.
"How do you feel?", Michelle asked, removing her fingers from inside her friend.
"I am…", Willow's voice died down, watching Michelle licking her own fingers in awe, "good…"
"You taste like a dream", she commented in a low voice. The brunette moved her hand away from her intimacy and looked at her wet fingers, strings of her own pleasure connecting the fingers that once touched her with frenzy, "Taste it."
The green eyes widened, "What?"
"Taste yourself, Willow", she encouraged once more, looking at her friend with attention, checking what she would do.
"I-I-I…", she stammered, a little nervous with the request, her cheeks getting red at the idea.
"Here, let me help you."
Michelle got Willow's wrist, bringing the other's hand to her own mouth, licking them for her. The smaller woman watched as her friend did all of that and got their faces close again, her tongue sticking out slightly, with her pleasure covering it. And she allowed herself to be kissed again. Michelle was right, it tasted good, it was different, but it wasn't bad. She wondered if the taller woman would taste good too.
There was a soft knock on the door, interrupting her mind, "Willow?", another knock, it was her mother, "Are you ready? May I see you now?"
"Just a second, madam Byers", Michelle answered without a second though, no ounce of doubt in her words. Willow looked like a bunny trapped, scared, her heart thumping against her ribs no stop. Her pretty and sharp face was still close to Willow's, "Do you feel more relaxed now?"
The brunette nodded, "I do… I weirdly do…"
Michelle smiled, a warm smile, that made Willow feel a little at ease, like nothing bad just happened. They were friends after all, they should help each other, they were taught that, "Good. Now, let's get you ready."
First, the taller woman adjusted her friend's panties, giving a soft smile when this light dust of pink covered her cheeks. Then, she adjusted the skirt of her dress and helped her to get up on her heels again. The veil was brought back to her face and she looked at her for a second before doing anything else. "I hate that he gets to keep you" that was the thing that would cross her mind frequently, but she knew that she couldn't keep Willow herself. At least, Carlton was basically family to Francis and he would stay around a lot and, therefore, she would never have to stay apart from her friend.
"Are you ready?", she asked, trying to give a bright smile.
"No", she whispered.
Michelle tried to laugh, to lighten the mood, "You are so endearing", she was honest, getting a soft smile, "You will be just fine", she promised. Before opening the door to madam Byers, the black haired woman put her glove back on.
Michelle watched Willow getting married, like the other watched her get married. It wasn't easy for any of them. Michelle had a bit of a harder time accepting, because she was more selfish, she always knew that. She even would say to Willow that she didn't need to be selfless when Willow herself was selfless for both of them. There were only a few cases where Michelle was selfless. She was selfless for Willow, and always would be. She didn't like Carlton, because he would be the one looking at the green eyes saying "I do" and getting a "I do too" back, he would be the one going around presenting Willow as his wife, but he had a good job, he could take care of Willow and all the animals and children she wanted to have, he could give her, so he could stay around.
…
Weeks passed. Willow was now a wife for almost two months. Things were good. She would go to the market with Michelle, they would sew and knit together, they would read and talk about books, they would go apple picking and hat shopping. Michelle would be Willow's muse for her paintings and Willow would listen to Michelle's stories she would invent out of the blue.
They never talked about what happened on the wedding day. They also never talked about how Willow didn't feel nearly as good as she felt with Michelle and after her husband slept on their first night together she touched herself on the bed of their spare room. She even adventured herself in penetrating herself with her fingers. It was nice, but nothing would compare to Michelle's touch. Not even tasting herself felt nearly as good. At least, she fell asleep as soon as she got back to their bed.
That week, Carlton and Francis decided to go on a hunting trip together. And, in order to not leave Willow or Michelle alone at home, the husbands decided that it would be good if they could stay under the same roof and keep each other company. It was Francis' idea, but as soon as he shared it with Carlton, he thought it would be a good thing for their wives.
The first night was pretty uneventful, they both went to their rooms and slept like normal. On the second night, however, a lightning illuminated Willow's room, catching her attention briefly, she was drifting back to sleep. But as soon as the thunder roared, she fully woke up. She didn't want to get out of bed, but she hated thunder, she was always afraid of them, even though never anything happened to her or her loved ones because of them. She tried to just close her eyes, but there was another loud roar accompanied with the sound of rain tapping against the window.
She didn't want to be alone in the dark and having to wait for lightning to light the room for her just so a thunder could scare her again. So she got up, she could ask Michelle if she could stay with her, at least until the storm got a little quieter. In front of her friend's bedroom door, she lifted her fist to knock when the door opened.
"Willow!", Michelle said with a smile, looking very sleepy, "I was going to check on you", she knew how much Willow hated the loud noises of thunder, so she was going to check on her, "I was going to see if you wanted company."
The brunette nodded, "May I stay here for the time being? Just until the storm quiets down a bit."
"Of course!", the taller woman nodded, opening her door more, "Please, take a place on my bed. You can stay for the night, the bed is big enough for the both of us."
"Thank you", she said as she got in.
They both were wearing nightgowns, Michelle was wearing a light yellow one and Willow had a dark blue one. It was a little light for the chill of the night, but Michelle's thick duvets would keep them warm.
"I'm sorry for being such a scared cat", the brunette said once they were in bed, laying on their side, looking at each other. The rain was still tapping nervously against the glass window, threatening to get in.
"There is nothing to be sorry about", Michelle assured in a soft voice, her fingers caressing her friend's hair, "I don't mind."
"It sounds like the world is ending out there", she commented.
The taller woman laughed, "The world will be fine, I swear to you."
The brunette nodded, looking at her friend for a brief moment, studying her soft expression, "Do you think it was bad?", she whispered, "What we did on my wedding day?"
Michelle took a deep breath, "No… I was helping you, I don't see a problem in that."
"But wasn't it cheating?"
"I don't think so."
"But Francis… he seems to love you so much…"
The taller woman smiled softly, "Oh, and he does, we love each other, but it's not how you would think… Do you love Carlton?"
"He is my husband, Michelle", she stated like it was obvious.
"You didn't answer me."
"He is good to me…"
"Still not an answer."
The truth was that Willow didn't know what to answer, so she got back to the previous point, "Don't you feel bad for cheating Francis?"
"I didn't cheat on him… In fact, I can't cheat on him…"
Willow looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"Francis and I have a deal, we got married, because it would be good for both of us. We respect each other and love each other as friends, but that's it. There is no cheating, because we don't see each other as husband and wife in the common, biblical sense."
"I am still lost."
"Why do you think there is only one male servant in the house and he is really close with Francis?"
Willow got quiet for a moment trying to put the pieces together, "Oh…!", and she nodded, getting a smile, "I see…"
"Please, this has to remain between us."
"Yes, of course! I would never do anything to harm Francis", she assured, "But… there is still Carlton…"
"I don't care about him", Michelle said without a doubt in her voice, there was no hesitation, only the truth.
"Michelle!", Willow reprimanded.
"I would never lie to you, Willow."
"He is-"
And Willow cut her speech short when the room got illuminated by a lightening, getting her words to stop on the tip of her tongue as she noticed how beautiful the brown eyes looked under the bluish light, mesmerized by her sunken cheeks and sharp features. She knew those features so well, but she would always get enchanted by them. She looked at the pretty lips for a brief second, only time enough for the thunder to growl outside and make her shrink herself into a ball, getting closer to her friend.
"I'm sorry", Willow said, looking up, her breath stuck in her throat from how close they were.
Michelle placed her arm over the brunette's body, caressing her back, "It's okay…"
They were too close. Willow looked at the pink lips, she knew how they felt, how good they tasted, how her skin was light against hers. Carlton had a beard and it would scratch her face, but Michelle's face would caress hers with her kiss. She wanted to feel it again, she needed to taste her again, to drink every last drop of content her lips could give her. It was addictive, maybe that's what opium did to people, there was this shakiness inside of her that was demanding a kiss, begging to feel the butterflies swarm her stomach and the tingling sensation on her fingertips once she held her hair.
She avoided braiding her hair for a while after that day, because the first time she did it, two weeks after, she caught herself just brushing the hair endlessly with her fingers, watching the curls bounce back into place.
Michelle started to close the small gap between them, looking at the green eyes. She needed just a kiss to ease her mind. She knew the moment their lips met, she wouldn't be able to stop so easily, she would want the kiss to last longer and longer. She was so greedy. Everything that had to do with Willow made her greedy. She wanted her all to herself.
"I can't do this again, Michelle", she whispered.
"Why?", Michelle didn't move back, she just stopped, still very close, their noses almost touching.
"I have a husband…"
"I will say it again in case you forgot", she wasn't being passive-aggressive or ironic, her voice was soft, she was just reminding Willow of this, "I. Do not", she emphasized, not a single drop of doubt in her words, "Care about him", and she pulled the smaller woman's body closer by her back, "I only care about you, Willow."
"I care about you too, Michelle, but I have to be a good wife."
"I'm not telling you to poison him or to leave his clothes with holes in them", she whispered, getting a chuckle, making herself smile, "I just want for you to feel secure around me."
"I already do", she promised in a whisper as well.
The rain was still strong, the wind started to whistle against the window.
"Completely secure", she repeated, approaching even more, their noses sliding side by side, "Not only to show fear, but to show desire."
"Desiring you frightens me as well", Willow confessed.
"I know… It frightens me too, but…", and she got even closer, their lips almost touching, "the necessity I have of having you is greater than any fear it might bring."
"Michelle…"
The word barely got out, being consumed by the taller woman's lips. The green eyes fluttered shut, the last thing she saw was the bluish light illuminating Michelle's delicate and long eyelashes. Willow's hand went to Michelle's waist as she allowed herself to strip her fears away. Even the roar of the thunder failed to reach her, she heard the sound, but her mind no longer translated it into terror. There was no need to flee when she was already home in Michelle’s arms. There was nothing to be scared of. The thunderstorm was outside. The laws that made them so afraid – that had the intent to harm people who weren't harming anyone –, didn't have jurisdiction there. They didn't need to follow them if there was no witness to testify their sins. Their only witness was each other and the rain looking at them through the window, but they knew it wouldn't tell. Also, the only rule in Michelle's chambers was that she would do anything to make Willow happy.
The kiss was calm at first, just light touches of lips, but Michelle grew hungry and deepened the kiss, parting her lips slightly, getting the other to do the same. Willow purred, feeling the tongue against hers. Her mind wasn't nearly strong enough to contain her reactions. No dream would compare to reality. The warm touch of Michelle's tongue couldn't be translated well enough into thoughts, feeling the real touch had not a remote comparison. And comparing to the way Carlton would kiss her also would damage the remaining ounces of delight of being with him.
She brushed him off of her mind and concentrated on the woman beside her, which wasn't a hard task to do, her mind simply erased her husband from her memory, she didn't want to think of him.
The black haired woman moved them, getting on top of her friend, her knees parted around her thighs, her long hair falling beside Willow's face, the smell of peaches was so good, she felt inebriated. The brunette touched her friend's legs, over her nightgown, a little shy to do anything else. Michelle sat over the other woman's thighs and pulled her nightgown over her head, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Another lightning struck, illuminating her body, stopping the brunette's breathing, her heart beating even faster. She was stunning. Willow knew that she had a gorgeous face, there was never a second guess on that matter, but she never saw her body like that. There was a sharp pain between her legs, saliva pooled in her mouth, because she forgot to swallow.
Michelle was skinny, her breasts were small and perky and she had freckles over them, her body was long and had a sharp curve on her waist. Instinctively, the older woman sat down and brought her hands to the small waist.
"You look like a dream", Willow whispered, getting a smile.
"Thank you", the tall woman held her friend's face and kissed her one more time. She could feel the hands on her waist shaking a little bit, she took the initiative to hold her wrists and pull her hands up her body, making the fingers trail up her skin very softly only stopping over her breasts.
A startled breath hitched in Willow’s throat, stopping the kiss to watch the other, moving her hands away. She didn't expect to be permitted to touch such a delicate area, even though she wanted to. Michelle grinned, looking at her from above, her black hair covering her breasts now, the curls shielding them from the hungry and scared green eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to touch them?", she asked, pulling her long hair back, showing herself again.
"I shouldn't…", and she looked at the soft skin again, "And I don't know how to…"
"It's really simple", Michelle's hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them slightly, thumbing her nipples, whimpering softly, looking at her friend as she watched very attentively to the nipples getting hard under her touch.
Willow felt her lips getting dry since she was breathing through her mouth, "May I try?"
"Please, do…", it was like she was begging, which gave Willow another sharp pain in her intimacy.
The brunette replaced her friend's hands and started to thumb the nipples herself. How could she describe the exhilarating feeling of feeling the soft skin get goosebumps and harden under her digits and watching the other moan for her? She was feeling pleasure, because of her, so much pleasure that she was feeling the need to make noises. Beautiful, soft, pleading noises.
"Suck on them…", Michelle asked.
The green eyes looked a little frightened at that demand, "Suck?"
"Yes, suck on them… please…"
The brunette nodded, she didn't know how to, but she thought it was very straight forward, so she leaned in the woman in her lap's direction and placed her lips around one of the perky nipples as her thumb played with the other. The moment her tongue touched the skin, Michelle whimpered, arching her body, getting the green eyes attentive on her. Her hair was caressed. Her tongue kept licking, her free hand hugging the small waist, keeping herself in place so she could lick and suck on the delicate skin. Willow felt in pain. She changed the attention to the other breast and purred, her finger sliding easier on the skin because of the saliva.
Willow let go of the breast a few minutes later, trembling, her thick thighs pressing against one another, trying to get a little bit of friction on her intimacy, "It hurts too much…"
"Would you want me to make it stop hurting?"
The brunette nodded, having the scalp on the nape of her neck caressed, "Please, Michelle…"
"Help me take your nightgown off."
Michelle moved and knelt beside her friend this time, waiting for her to get the soft material of the nightgown from under her and let it be pulled up her body. The smaller woman looked at her panties and felt her face heat up once she noticed the wet spot on them. The black haired one pushed her friend back, getting her to lie down, looking at her body very attentively. Willow felt a shyness cover her mind, bending one leg to hide her intimacy and placing her arms over her breasts.
"Don't hide from me, let me see you."
And like she was being enchanted, she obeyed immediately, letting herself be seen. Her body was curvier than Michelle's, she had broader hips, making her waist look much smaller. Her thighs were thick and her breasts were bigger.
Michelle's long fingers squeezed the tender thigh and pulled open, her index finger going up and down the slit over the panties, watching how wet it was. Willow whimpered at the soft touch, feeling the burning get even worse.
"You're so beautiful", Michelle whispered laying down, her hand going up Willow's stomach stopping on the supple breast, "Great heavens", she rolled her eyes as he brought the breast to her mouth and sucked on it.
Willow's back arched, offering herself to the other, her hands immediately going to the black hair caressing it, feeling her nipple getting licked. Michelle stopped for a second, chuckling at the annoyed whimper she got. She licked her index finger and thumb and brought them to the nipple that wasn't being licked, rubbing it with her two fingers, pinching it lightly as her mouth got back to its previous job. The brunette moaned quietly, controlling herself as best she could, rolling her hips, trying to find any friction that could calm the burning sensation.
"Could you, please, touch me, Michelle?", she begged quietly, "It hurts too much… I feel like I'm going to cry."
Michelle wanted to have more fun with the other's breasts, of course, but she would do anything to make her Willow happy. She climbed up a bit, her bare chest touching Willow's, making her whimper. The sensation was very different then having a male chest against hers. She liked this feeling better.
With her lips almost touching the brunette's, Michelle whispered, "Ask for it again…"
Her brown eyes were dark, getting illuminated by the silver light of a lightning, "Touch me, Michelle, please…"
Michelle gave a lick on her lips, making her gasp softly, "I would burn this city down if you wanted", she confessed, restarting a kiss.
The kiss became a little sloppy when Willow felt the other's hand slide down her stomach and get in her panties. She moaned, throwing her head back, having her tongue licked and sucked while she was trying to recover her continence and get back to her previous activity, "Michelle…", she choked out, pulling her face with one of her hands and the other was lost in the black hair, getting back to the kiss.
The fingers were fast, dancing around her clitoris, her hips would thrust against the fingers, begging for more.
Suddenly, for her sadness, the fingers stopped, but kept over her clitoris, they would only touch it, because of Willow's hip movements, "Continue… continue…", she begged, looking very distraught.
Michelle grinned, "I want to do something different", she removed her fingers from inside the white panties and got on her knees again.
The brunette watched the other very curiously. The black haired woman got between the smaller one's legs and removed her panties. She took a deep breath looking at the wet muscle, the brown, soft curls were sticking to her skin thanks to her pleasure. She laid down, hugging the thick thighs.
"What…?"
"You will enjoy it", she promised, a lightning illuminating her brown eyes.
The moment the tongue dipped between the wet folds, the brunette threw her head back and moaned loudly, at that same time, a thunder roared over it.
"I'm sorry", she said, covering her mouth, she looked very concentrated, her brow furrowed.
Michelle pulled her hand away, "The rain will swallow any noise you make. Don't you worry, my goddess."
Willow nodded and got back to moaning when the tongue touched her again. The tongue was lighter than the fingers, the pressure was on a different level, it was so good. And it was better because of the noises that accompanied the licking. Like the wet sounds of the tongue on her wet core and Michelle's satisfied moans.
The tall woman gave a long lick and kissed the clit before talking again, her lips completely wet, "I could eat you for days on end", her fingers slid up and down the slit, getting them wet, "and would never grow tired of your taste", and she dipped two fingers in, making the brunette arch her back and grab her hair.
"Michelle", she whimpered, "fuck…"
The hand on the thigh gripped the flesh forcefully, curling her fingers up and started to thrust them, going fast, watching the green eyes roll back and the brunette locs getting pushed against the pillow as she moaned in desperation. Michelle smiled when she felt her head being pushed down, she just accepted the command and buried her lips back into Willow's sweet pussy.
She licked, sucked and kissed the hard muscle, her fingers going in and out at a fast pace. The large breast would go up and down as Willow tried to catch her breath. Her hips would roll against the expert tongue and the fast fingers. She looked down and got hypnotized by the brown eyes, the eyelids low, showing her enjoyment with her activity. She would moan while her tongue worked, sending light vibrations on the hard clitoris. Her jaw was begging for mercy, but Willow was begging for an orgasm.
The pretty, curvy body tensed and a loud moan left her lips, getting quiet down by the insistent tapping of the rain against the window. She grabbed a fistful of the black hair and threw her head back, being finally crushed by the orgasm. Her body had little spasms as her eyes rolled back, smiling from the good feeling she was having.
She felt a long lick on her intimacy and whimpered, backing her hips away, pulling the black hair, "It's sensitive", she whispered, looking at Michelle, who grinned with her lips wet, licking them.
"Sorry, my angel", she climbed up the pretty body, kissing her one more time.
Willow moaned between the kiss, feeling her own taste in the other's lips. All of this was so impure and forbidden, then why was it so good? Why did she feel so at peace? If she was supposed to be with her husband and that was what was right, why was being with Michelle felt better?
"May I taste you too?"
"Of course, my dear."
Michelle laid by Willow's side, waiting for what she would do. The brunette got on her knees between the long legs and placed her arms beside Michelle's, she wanted to kiss her one more time, but her hair fell over the freckled face, making both of them laugh.
"I'm sorry", she said.
Michelle helped her to pass her hair all to the left and kept caressing it when they were done, "I'm in love with your hair", she whispered, "I love the way it curls in at the ends, looks so pretty."
Willow gave a shy smile, "And I'm in love with yours, your curls are so pretty."
"Nothing will ever be as pretty as you", the black haired woman whispered, caressing the brunette hair with one hand and the pretty face with the other, "I'm truly in love with you, Willow", the brown eyes filled with tears, "I'm really sorry, but I can't hide no longer. I love you. And it destroys me that I can't have you, I can't have what Carlton has. I can't wed you, I can't call you my wife, I can't sleep with you by my side every night. Since we were kids I already loved you. But, alas, the love I feel for you would hurt you and I would never allow anyone to hurt you, even though not being able to fully show my love for you hurts me."
The green eyes also got misty, "It will not hurt me if we keep it a secret", she whispered, "I don't mind hiding if it means I can have you", her face started to go down, "I love you, Michelle."
And they kissed once again. Michelle's hand went to the other's waist, bringing her close, making her rest her weight on top of herself, their skin touching freely as their lips tasted one another with this calm rhythm. The kiss parted soon after so Willow could do what she wanted. Her body went down the skinny one, kissing her way down, her eyes still a little misty. She laid down between the long legs and hugged the other's thighs, like she saw the other doing before. She first looked at the dark curls around Michelle's intimacy, wet with her own pleasure. Her index and middle finger parted the lips seeing the shiny pleasure covering the sensitive muscle before giving a long lick. She purred, rolling her eyes, hearing the soft gasp coming from the other woman, before she whined as the shy tongue tasted her clitoris.
Willow closed her eyes and allowed herself to memorize how sweet Michelle tasted, her hair was being caressed, encouraging her to continue her movements, her tongue going up and down the hard sensitive muscle.
"Fuck me", Michelle begged, making the green eyes open and look at the brown ones, "Please, fuck me", the brunette did the same it was done to her, she pushed one finger inside, making Michelle arch her back and grab her hair, "More… More…"
And Willow did as she was told, her tongue kept its job as her middle finger got pushed in alongside with the index. She started to thrust her fingers, which only made Michelle's moans louder and her body tremble more. Her pussy was burning again, giving pleasure to the other was making her feel excited again. The pretty body would squirm around as she moaned and begged without a drop of containment, she was feeling good and she wanted to show it.
The black haired woman sat down, rolling her hips, grinding her clitoris against Willow's shy tongue, "Willow…", she whispered, pulling the brunette hair, "I want to do another thing."
Willow looked at her, her face covered in pleasure, shiny and so pretty, "And what should I…", she stopped herself when Michelle's tongue slid over her lips, collecting her own pleasure before kissing her, "...do?", she finished her thought once her lips were let go.
"Lay down, please."
She obeyed without a second thought, very curious with what Michelle was thinking to do. One of her legs was pulled, the taller woman got one of her knees between the other's legs and the other leg went to the side of her waist. She looked very puzzled, not knowing where this was going, until a moan left her lips because Michelle rolled her own hips against hers, making their intimacies slide against one another, the slick of pleasure making their skin slide against one another easily. It felt good, too good even.
They looked at each other, their hips wouldn't stop moving. One of Willow's legs was resting against one of Michelle's shoulders, her thigh being gripped firmly. Their moans weren't able to fill the room, because the rain was being louder than them, like it was helping them feel a little peace to just let themselves go.
The green eyes were locked in the brown ones. They were close, they both could feel the knot forming on their stomach, pulling tight, threatening to drive them mad. Their moans were confusing words and begs, pleading for release as they rubbed themselves against one another.
Willow was struck by her orgasm first, her lips falling open as she let the most foul cuss word slip her tongue as she felt her body being completely taken over by the good feeling of having another orgasm. Michelle followed soon after, her hands gripping the thigh, her cheek pressing itself against the shin near her as her body trembled. The black haired woman let her weight go, sitting down, her pussy pressing against Willow's, feeling the soft pulsation of each other's clitoris, their hips moving slowly this time, just enjoying the feeling.
"Kiss me", Willow broke the silence, her breath hitched.
Michelle moved her leg to get both of them between the other's legs and she laid on top of her again, her back being held, pulling her even closer while they started to kiss one more time that night.
After countless minutes of tasting each other's lips, Michelle moved her kisses down Willow's cheek and around her neck, "Never a thunderstorm made me so happy", the brunette whispered.
The taller woman chuckled, looking at the other, caressing her hair, having her cheek caressed as well, "Do you feel less afraid now?"
"I do", she nodded.
"I do too…"
And the kiss was restarted. The rain was still tapping on the window, but it was less angry now, it was like it was happy just like the two of them. They knew that they should be careful, and they would be, but knowing how the other felt was enough to fill them with this new light.
Even Francis noticed that Michelle seemed a little happier once he got back a week later. They shared everything and he knew how interested in women his wife was, he even joked that at least one person under his roof was interested in women. He even paid a few prostitutes to give Michelle experiences she could enjoy, and he was happy he did, because she could use her knowledge with Willow. He was friends with Carlton, but he knew his friend would turn on him if he knew the truth, so he cared about him as much as his wife did.
Francis was more than happy to let them go about their business in his home, Michelle never cared about his whereabouts with their servant, so he didn't care about her whereabouts with Willow.
They wished they would be together more than just for a few hours or a few nights when their husbands went on trips together. But, what they didn't know was that, in a few months ahead, on a hunting trip, Carlton, unfortunately, would contract pneumonia and would come to perish, leaving Willow a widow.
And, to avoid leaving her friend alone during this hard time, Michelle would invite Willow to leave with her and her husband, so she could have company of someone that loved her very much and that would help her move on.
Willow would end up growing old in that house, beside Michelle like they always wished it to be.