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So Sure We Were On To Something:
Take Six
Series By L.
Epilogue
Sofia awoke early.
She was on her back with her left arm behind her head, and her right arm thrown over Sara, grasping her hand. Sara’s left leg was hooking Sofia’s right.
They were both naked.
Sofia moved, enjoying the feel of Sara’s soft curls against the back of her hand.
She slowly untangled and pulled on one of Sara’s t-shirts and went to the bathroom. When she was done there, she padded to the kitchen to start the coffee.
“Now, is this what I never will get?” she thought. “And it’s the only thing worth having: Because, the fact that I couldn't forget her, I couldn't move on... I can't.
I'll keep trying to understand it and one day I will get it. I’ll get her."
When the coffee was done she poured a mug and stretched out on the couch, humming,
you and me burning in the summertime
you and me burning in the summertime
“I’m a lot more than my thoughts. My thoughts are creating a whole new reality, a false reality. I’m substituting this invented life for my real, crappy, life...
But it isn’t crap, is it? It is ordinary, just fine, really going smoothly. But, are my mind and body in one place?
No, they aren't.
And why should it be that important anyway? If she loves me, and I really believe she does, even if she doesn't... Shouldn’t that be what's most important?
She just needs her space, she needs time.
She thinks she's going to hurt me.
When you realize that mind and body aren’t in the same place, you need to be kind. So, it takes a long time.
last night I dreamed I kissed Neil Young
if I was a boy I guess it would be fun
I’m unhappy, I’m not buying into that whole thing of...
And all this other stuff is laid on top of it by the thoughts: the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, the should and the shouldn't...
you and me burning in the summertime
you and me burning in the summertime
It’s like that thing I read yesterday: ‘When you break the identification with the thoughts, suddenly there's space.’
I said it before and I'll say it again:
I'm so happy we're just friends.
Yeah, right.
When you don't choose the same old way, the same old story line...
Then there's the opportunity for something different and fresh to open up to you. The world can open up in a whole new way...
Wow, that sounded like a great, sad song... A majestic song.”
She emptied her mug and turned around on the couch, resting her head on her arms, "on a beach, tanning my back..."
And with that thought, which brought a smile to her face, she drifted off to sleep.
It took her a while to understand what was different when she surfaced again.
Now, Sara was on the couch with her, hunched between her legs leaning back on her heels. She was tracing lazy patterns on her back, her buttocks, the back of her thighs... Involuntarily, she released a long, slow sigh...
As Sara realized Sofia was awake, she leaned forward balancing herself with her left hand on Sofia's shoulder.
"Sara?"
"Shhh..."
Sara brought her fingers to Sofia's lips. She eagerly opened her mouth and gently bit down on the digits, one by one, then took them in, whisking her tongue around them.
Sara's pattern was getting more purposeful and determined, and Sofia responded by unconsciously, greedily, pushing her hips into the cushions.
Sara moaned quietly and pulled out her fingers and trailed them from Sofia's face down to her ass. She now held both cheeks in a firm grip, and massaged slowly.
After a moment of this, she moved her right hand slowly in, down, between, down...
Teasing, touching, toying.
Inside.
Sofia gasped and pushed back, she couldn't quite believe what her body was telling her, yelling to her. Sara tightened her hold on Sofia's hip, and silently continued.
Suddenly Sofia's eyes popped wide open when Sara's thumb started circling higher up, round the other small, tight opening. Sofia tensed and tried to pull away, but Sara just held on even tighter and slowly pushed her thumb in.
Sara could feel her four other fingers through the thin veil of skin and couldn't help but grunt as she curled them, played them.
Sliding, gripping, seriously fucking.
Sofia answered by grinding back, lifting her ass imperceptibly higher and then higher: Opening herself, exposing herself, offering all.
Sara slid down the hip and reached down, under, and quickly found what she was looking for. Sofia hissed and then let out a keening sound, punctuated by Sara's thrusts.
Sara was groaning, and shifted her stance so that she was now straddling Sofia's left leg, rocking, rubbing against Sofia's ass.
The noises were deafening, sickening, wonderful... and after a mere couple of seconds they both collapsed.
The panting slowed down.
Fingers stilled, but stayed.
"You OK?"
"Oh, Sara..."
"You OK?"
you and me burning in the summertime
you and me burning in the summertime
The End