How It Began

Claire was my life and my liberation. We have known each other since school, and appropriately, school is were we learned. It is late summer, Claire and I are walking home from school in the hot sultry heat. Even the pavement felt hot under our feet and as we turned the corner at the end of our road, for a moment, our hands touched. I felt the jolt of electricity race through me and it took my breath away. I turned my head to look at Claire and suddenly, I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the sun. At my home, I poured us both a long cool drink and we started to talk. Claire sat on my bed and suddenly, she was all I could see. Her body fascinated me as I watched her and listened to her talk. I told her I needed a shower and took my school shirt and skirt off. I really wanted to be naked with her, but did not know how. Claire said, "Anna, you look sexy." I remember that time stood still and that I reached my right hand towards her. She rose from the bed, almost in painful slow motion and then we were kissing. I remember crying and Claire wiping the tears away. She said "Oh Anna. I didn't know, I didn't know." How could she? I didn't even know myself. Claire kissed me and I felt her hand roam down my back and over my knickers. I remember feeling hot and sweaty and desperately wished I had showered first. Then, I felt Claire's hand on my breast and oh, how I swayed with dizziness. Claire's hand eased gently under my trainer bra and cupped my breast. My left hand pressed at her knickers under her skirt. Claire pushed my hand away and told me "No Anna, this is for you." She led me to my bed and laid me down. I felt her lie next to me and her hand drifted down and into my knickers. I parted my legs slightly and she found the wetness between them. Claire started stroking me and I became so aroused. I kissed her, cried, and kissed her again. I felt the orgasm approach like the light from the end of a tunnel. I had all the time in the world to tell her. "Claire, I'm going to cum." She kept her delicious rhythm up to the end and I came hard over her hand. Only later did I discover that I had peed on her too. Claire totally understood and allowed my body to convulse and spurt until I was utterly spent. We kissed for ages afterwards and it was not until the next day that Claire allowed me to make her cum. In the most unlikely setting of the school toilet, I knelt in front of her and tugged her knickers down. There, in the cubicle, almost as in a confessional, I whispered my love directly to her sex. I saw her swell, and her clit hardened under my tongue. Her hairless pussy seemed to kiss me back and as my fingers entered her, I felt her hymen give way to a sweet blessing that stained my finger with her blood. Her orgasm was like a summer zephyr in the forest, stirring the leaves from the forest floor before tossing the trees in wild abandon. We both had boyfriends at the time, and this was the first, and for a while, last encounter. Two schoolgirls exploring for the first time, and neither sure it should continue. For almost four years, nothing else happened between us. She moved away and we lost touch. Until that fateful night on that beach so many miles away. In another world and another time, Claire and I found each other on that beach. The tropical heat and breathless air drew us together and there, under the moonlight, in wordless unspeakable love, we slaked our lust for each other in a sea of passion. Oblivious to anyone else, we kissed, fingered, sucked and licked at each other in blind passion. I knew she was there with a boyfriend. I could taste him on her and in her. We both knew, that she would not be leaving the island with him, nor would she return to him that night. And indeed she did not. Neither that night nor any other. Over the next few weeks we explored each other into the realms of insensibility. We fingered, licked and sucked each other until the sky splintered into a myriad of shards, each accompanied with a cry or a scream of unmitigated pleasure. We sipped the benediction of love from the cathedral of our sex. We moved in together on our return from holiday and continued our mutual initiation that needed no words nor ceremony. We knew what each other wanted, even what each other was thinking. Nothing was forbidden and nothing denied. Our love was sometimes soft and gentle as the kiss of sunlight on a flower. At other times it was violent, passion filled and almost frightening. We would dominate each other, bind each other both physically and to each other's will. We would use everything or nothing. Claire delighted in me totally owning her and I delighted in everything she gave me. From time to time, we would take a male lover and then go to bed together. Claire said that she wanted me to make her pregnant. A strange request? Perhaps. But I knew how I would make it happen for her. I would take a lover and use his sperm, passing it from my vagina to Claire's. I would inseminate my bride, and she would carry our child. It was a mere six months later that we got the dreadful news. Somehow, we knew our time would be short, but never have any two people filled it with such all consuming love. Claire was my life, but she is also my future. She liberated me from my uncertainty and made me the woman I am today. I will mourn her, but I will also move on. Claire loved me, and I loved her. There is nothing more to be said, but a great deal more to live.