Erotic story The Strongest Shape: part 2

What Rebekah lacked in age she made up for in experience. Her childhood was rough and forced her to grow up fast. Still, the emotional damage was reduced by a young man that turned up in her life at the right moment in time and guided her through the hardship with love, patience, and understanding.

This man was both a romantic partner and father figure. He taught her to love herself and be an independent woman. He, in turn, loved her enough to let her enjoy her freedom. This freedom she used to explore her connections and relationships with other people, never discriminating between gender, age, or lifestyle. By now, at the age of 23, their ways had peacefully parted, but the love and gratitude she felt for him were eternal.

” There is something I should tell you about myself, but I’m afraid it will scare you off. “

The conversation had fallen silent. The date had gone so well, so far, and Karen was afraid the truth would put an end to it. However, it was not fair to postpone it any longer. She took a deep breath. She was determined to enlighten Rebekah at the start of her exhale, but her tongue failed to produce words.

“Are you alright? You seem to have something on your mind,” Rebekah asked kindly.

“I guess, yes, there is something I should tell you about myself, but I’m afraid it will scare you off. Which would be a pity, because I really enjoy your company, but I would understand. Obviously, I hope that you are open minded, and… oh god, I am rambling. I…”

Rebekah took Karen’s hand, “breathe, take your time.”

Her words and touch were reassuring. Karen knew there was no turning back now.

“I… I have a boyfriend,” Karen stuttered. “I mean, I have a boyfriend, but we decided to become polyamorous. Polyamory is when —”

“I know what polyamory is. And it is fine. I have enough love to share. I was actually thinking you were going to tell me you were born as a man.” After a short pause, she continued, “which would have been fine as well, to be honest.”

Karen could not have dreamed of a better reaction. She could barely believe it. She was filled with joy and love and needed to control herself not to burst into tears. For some moments, the women just sat there, smiling at each other, clearly sensing they had established a sense of trust.

While the world around them had turned into a blur, Karen and Rebekah continued their conversation, more open and honest than before.

The women were comfortable with each other, sharing without reservations, accepting without judgement.

“So, tell me about your boyfriend. What’s he like?”

For a moment it felt weird talking about her boyfriend, whom she loved so deeply, on a date with another person, a woman. Life had turned out quite differently than how she thought it would when she was little.

“We have been in a relationship for five years. He is very kind and caring. He is very smart — an astrophysicist. I can’t keep up with him actually,” Karen laughed.

Rebekah laughed with Karen, she enjoyed hearing about her boyfriend and their relationship, which seemed healthy and balanced, and that is always a good sign. A sign of stable people.

The world around Rebekah and Karen turned into a distant blur while with each sentence their conversation deepened. The women were comfortable with each other, sharing without reservations, accepting without judgement. The bar in which they were seated was emptying, and suddenly they were the only ones left. Bartenders had decided to leave them be while they started to clean around them, trying not to disturb the obvious flow and sparks. Besides, occasionally, they could eavesdrop in on the fascinating conversation that was taking place.

“Ladies, the bar is closed and we are leaving, so I have to ask you to leave as well. I am sorry,” a young worker hesitantly demanded after there was nothing left to clean.

“I live a couple of blocks away from here. We could continue talking there if you like,” Rebekah suggested.

“I really want to kiss you. May I kiss you?”

Karen visibly shallowed. Did this mean something was going to happen between them? She was not sure she was ready for that, suddenly realising how fast everything was moving.

“Don’t worry, I am not one for having sex on the first date, I am just not done picking your brain yet,” Rebekah reassured Karen.

“Okay, let’s do that!”

Rebekah’s apartment was small and full of little decorations, most of them handmade. However, it did not present itself as messy or cramped; rather it possessed a warm and welcoming atmosphere that invited one to feel at home. It was an extension of Rebekah’s personality and filled Karen with tranquillity. Everything seemed effortless with Rebekah. She felt like the right person to have around, as a friend, as a lover, as a partner. Anew, the butterflies in Karen’s stomach were excited and fluttered excitingly. She tried to calm them down with some deep breaths.

She imagined how Rebekah’s tongue glided smoothly over her surface, on a silent search to cause pleasure on the different parts on her body. Her tongue would finally settle in between her legs

“Are you okay?” Rebekah inquired while putting two cups of tea on the small living room table in front of them.

“Yes, absolutely! I’m just… happy and comfortable, I guess,” Karen stated and translated her appreciation for Rebekah into a smile.

“I am happy to hear.”

Both women could clearly feel the desire to kiss and touch each other forming from within but were reluctant to act on it. At least at this moment. Their minds had become acquainted with each other, but their bodies needed a bit more time. Karen consciousness travelled back to the previous night, imaging Rebekah touching her the way Alfred did, feeling an instant excitement rising as the images in her head crystalised.

Suddenly, she could see clearly how Rebekah was touching her, slowly, but with the same confidence present in all her words and actions. Her profound eyes penetrating the deeps of her mind, while her fingers were doing the same to the body. She imagined how her breasts pressed themselves against her heated flesh, feeling the hard nipples arousing themselves by the friction of their skin. She imagined how Rebekah’s tongue glided smoothly over her surface, on a silent search to cause pleasure on the different parts on her body. Her tongue would finally settle in between her legs, tilting her hips, causing her to shiver. Hold Rebekah close to her, while she delighted in the sensations of the orgasm she caused. She imagined it was something she genuinely wanted to happen but was not ready for it yet.

Finally, the tips of their tongues met, and their mouths open wider, allowing the moist flesh to slip through

Karen had no idea how long her mind had been submerged in the fantasy. It must have been a while. The whole time Rebekah had just sat next to her, silently observing Karen’s posture and expressions.

“Where’d you go?” Rebekah inquired with a smirk as if she already knew the answer.

“To the future.”

“It seems like the future is exciting.”

“Yes, the future is exciting.”

This was how it was. Karen had missed the joy of anticipating the first kiss, the first touch, all the firsts in general when meeting someone fascinating. She got reminded of when she first kissed Alfred, and how scared she was initially. Scared he did not like her kisses, scared that he was a lousy kisser, afraid they were not compatible. She laughed out loud.

“You have too many inside jokes with yourself, Karen. Please don’t exclude me!”

“I really want to kiss you. May I kiss you?”

Rebekah smiled, “you may.”

Karen looked down from Rebekah’s eyes to her lips, and back up again. The voice in her head was announcing the obvious information over and over again; this is happening, this is happening. Luckily, the voice went silent the moment she felt their lips dimple by the pressure of the other, and only sensations remained. First the kisses were dry, soft, and very slow, but gradually, the pressure increased and the moist parts were exposed and touching as well, causing the kiss to slide into different formations with ease. Every action was followed by the perfect reaction, both women in non-verbal agreement with the speed and rhythm of the kiss. Their tongues coy, but excited to experience each other’s feel and touch for the first time. Finally, the tips of their tongues met, and their mouths open wider, allowing the moist flesh to slip through. Their tongues were now starting to experience the taste of each other entirely. As the heat accelerated, their bodies needed to be involved as well, and Rebekah pulled Karen closer to her, their bodies jointly waving in the rhythm of the kiss.

They continued like that for several minutes, but for them, it felt like an eternality. Reaching satisfaction at the same moment, they stopped kissing. Karen was overwhelmed with excitement and love and wanted to tell Alfred all about her evening.

“Yes, we are compatible,” Karen whispered.

Rebekah giggled, “what?”

“I have to go, but I hope to see you again sooner than later,” Karen gushed and kissed Rebekah one more time.

On her way home, she was drowning in the feeling of happiness; she could not believe her luck. She hoped Alfred will be very soon bump into a fantastic person, a person just as great as Rebekah.

To be continued…

Did you miss part 1 of this polyamorous adventure? You can enjoy it HERE.