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The sky is a crystal clear blue, the breeze cool, the water shimmers with it. Julie closes her eyes, inhaling the wonderful fragrances around her. A small smile touches her lips when she feels someone behind her. Nothing to fear this time. No one will hurt her.
Warm hands rest on her hips, the warmth of a strong body pressing up against her back. She falls into her with a contented sigh. The hands move around until the fingers have spread out over her stomach. Soft lips brush her earlobe, Julie’s head falling slightly to the left, giving the lips more access.
The body behind her presses closer, the sound of the nearby water nearly forgotten, her breathing increasing. The hands slowly move up over her stomach, resting just under her breasts. The material of her dress is so thin, the hands burn her, her back arching of its own accord, desperately wanting those hands on her. Her breasts are full, nipples hard, waiting, wanting…
Soft lips move away from her ear, making their way to the side of her neck, leaving a hot, wet trail. Julie moaned, one hand reaching back, tangling in the long hair she knew she would find. The other hand reached down, covering the left hand just below her breast, urging the hand to cup her, which it does.
“Oh, Remmy,” she whispered, gasping as the hand gently squeezed her, testing the size and weight of her breast. She gasped, her nipple taken between two fingers, tugged gently, sending warmth throughout her body, ending between her legs. “Oh, god,” she breathed, her fingers tightening their hold on the dark hair, her head now resting back against a strong shoulder, a hot mouth sucking on her pulse point.
Julie could feel herself growing wetter than she’d ever been, a pulsing ache low in her belly. The body behind hers pressed further into her, Julie pressing her ass into her, desperately needing to feel her. With a needy whimper, she turned, needing to seek her mouth…
Julie shot up, panting as her hand found her chest, heart pounding nearly as painful as her body was. She was wet, body heat through the roof. Flopping back against the pillow, she shoved the sheet away from her tank top-clad body, her panties stuck to her skin.
Remmy jerked twice, crying out softly, leaving the field as her body convulsed around her fingers. Eyes blinking several times, she saw the warm night around her, the cliffs of Overlook Hill beneath her.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, bringing her fingers out from under the waistband of her shorts, wiping them on the natural grasses around her. That had been intense, and incredibly wrong. Covering her face with her hands, she groaned.
Julie tugged on a pair of shorts and padded out of her bedroom, the sweat on her body finally drying, leaving her skin feeling tight and unpleasant. She didn’t bother turning on any lights, making her way through to the hallway. She stopped, glancing at Remmy’s bedroom door, which to her surprise was not only open, but the room beyond was empty. The bed was still made, nothing seeming to be undisturbed.
Suddenly Julie felt angry, a very good idea where that ‘dream’ had come from. “Damn it, Remmy,” she blew out, returning to her bedroom, slamming the door shut. She felt angry, violated, though not in the same way as Sergio. She felt confusion.
Stepping into the bathroom, Julie flipped on the light, looking at her own face in the mirror above the sink. Her eyes were wide, the pupils still dilated from her intense arousal, which her hard nipples were also indicative of. She still pulsed, which was a new sensation. She hadn’t felt even remotely sexually stimulated since before the attack, and since the attack, she hadn’t touched herself, hadn’t even much looked at herself.
Now, she closed the bathroom door, which was silly she knew, but did it all the same. Once closed inside the small room, she looked at her reflection again, her gaze traveling to her breasts, then back up to her face. With one fluid movement, her tank top was gone, leaving her standing there in a pair of shorts. She studied the smooth skin of her shoulders and upper chest, tan from hours outside in the yard. Her breasts were very pale, the tips dark rose and extremely sensitive. She brought a hand up, cupping one, the tanned hand a strange contrast against the creamy white of her chest. Her breasts weren’t large, but they weren’t small, either. Past boyfriends had said she was well-proportioned. She supposed she was, not really giving it a thought in a long time.
Julie cupped both breasts, gasping as she ran her thumbs over both nipples, her hands falling from her chest at the thrill that brought to her. It seemed like such an alien feeling, as technically she hadn’t had sex in over a year. She would never count anything that had happened with Sergio as anything but rape. Nothing did had felt good. Nothing he did hadn’t left her feeling ashamed and dirty. She wanted to get past that, she wanted to be whole again.
Pushing her shorts down, she rested her gaze on the light blue panties she wore, cut high on the waist and low on the leg. Someone might call them granny panties. They clung to her narrow hips, her legs slender but muscular. She supposed she had a nice body. Before, last summer, she worked for hours on her physique, running long miles through the neighborhood and lifting free weights. She hadn’t done either of those things in a long time. Perhaps she should start again.
Julie met her eyes quickly before taking a deep breath and pushing her panties down, stepping out of them and the shorts, lightly kicking them aside. She turned to the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, taking in her entire body. The hair between her thighs was dark blonde, the same color as her eyebrows, and at the moment it was rather bushy. She’d had no reason to care for it, and in fact, had turned quite nun-like while showering or bathing. She shaved her legs and armpits, but that was it. She didn’t like spending too much time on her body, looking at herself, or giving herself any special attention. Why? It wasn’t like anyone else saw it, anyway.
Now she brought a hand down, feeling the wiry hairs, still damp from her erotic dream. She didn’t venture beyond the hairs, just simply touched them, almost as though reacquainting herself with them, with the fact that she was, in fact a woman, that had not been taken from her.
Before she knew what she was doing, she grabbed the tiny pair of manicure scissors from the medicine cabinet, and hiked one foot up on the bathroom counter. Carefully and methodically she trimmed, feeling a bit of a sexual rush as she did. It made her feel almost… sexy. Once she had everything manageable, she grabbed her can of shaving cream, squirting a generous amount in her palm and covered the delicate flesh of the insides of her thighs, and around her pubic line with the fragrant cream. It felt wonderful, the attention to something that she had thought long dormant. Permanently dormant. With razor in hand and careful movements, she began to rid herself of the cold apathy toward her sexuality, toward her sensuality, each stroke indicative of the new woman she had become, was becoming. Julie rinsed the razor as she went, slowly and gently shaping a new future for herself.
Long moments later, Julie cleaned off the remnants of the darkness of the last ten months, the warm wash cloth feeling wonderful on her skin, leaving her beautiful and feeling clean for the first time since last November. It was a wonderful feeling, a liberating feeling.
Still nude, Julie walked into her bedroom, lights still very much off, and opened her underwear drawer, digging toward the back, where all her old panties were, the panties she wore before Sergio. She found a pair of black satin bikini-cut panties, and slid them on, moaning softly at the wonderful feel against her newly shorn skin. She felt beautiful, though still not ready to go out and conquer the world, she felt closer to herself than she had up to that point.
Heading back into the bathroom, she cleaned up her mess, took her tank top in hand, chewing on her bottom lip on whether to put it back on or not. Not quite ready for that yet, she slid the shirt over her head and climbed back under the sheet. Sleep paws swift.
Remmy would be lying if she said she didn’t feel like a complete asshole as she snuck back into the house. Her bedroom door quietly clicked closed and she turned to face the room, only lit by the moonlight streaming in through the window over the bed. Quickly undressing, she threw her clothing to the floor and climbed under the sheet.
In truth, she hadn’t intended to enter their field and seduce Julie’s dream alter ego. She had been so worked up over the past several days, each day seeming to be filled with more touching, more teasing. It had left her frustrated and desperately needing release. She had even considered heading over to a bar in another county, maybe finding some woman and fucking her brains out, just to get Julie out of her head.
Not only could she not bring herself to do that, she knew that the chances of her finding someone in these small, backwoods towns were pretty slim to none. So, she had pulled herself out of bed, unable to sleep as her body was on fire. She had considered touching herself and getting it over with, but with Julie’s bedroom being right next door, and the blonde just on the other side of the wall, for some reason she had felt it was a better idea to get some fresh air.
Fresh air had led to Overlook Hill, which had led to Remmy being alone, which had inevitably led to thoughts of Julie, which had led right back to her sexual frustration. Before she knew it, her hand was in her shorts, and she was walking trough the field, headed toward the beautiful woman standing by their lake.
“Damn,” she whispered in the darkness, still able to smell her own desire on her fingertips. What would she do if Julie remembered? What if she figured it out? “Damn, damn.” She hated herself for not being able to keep herself under control when it came to Julie, and wondered why she kept doing stupid things and hurting the blonde. Sometimes she felt that moving into Julie’s house had been one of the stupidest things she’d ever done.
What was she going to do? Julie was her friend, her best friend, and she loved her. Remmy stopped for a moment, dark brows drawing as she stared up at the ceiling fan, watching the blades lazily turn. She loved her, that was no secret, no big deal. As close as she felt to her, as bonded as they were, she felt like she’d loved Julie since the day she’d been given a ride in the white Miata. But now, living with her, she realized that her day wasn’t complete without seeing one of Julie’s special smiles, seemingly saved just for her. She hurt when Julie wasn’t with her, and missed her so bad when she was at work.
Remmy had known love throughout the years: love for Monica. Love for her mother, at least until she was 14. But this was different. This was a love that was so deep, it made her soul ache with it. She ached because she couldn’t find the words to express to Julie just how important she was in her life. Just how much she felt her, in her heart and in her soul. When Julie was sad, she felt sad. If Julie was happy, Remmy was overjoyed. She felt like she needed Julie like she needed her next breath.
“Shit,” she murmured, rolling over to her side, staring at the bedside clock. It was nearly three-thirty in the morning. “What am I doing to do?”
Julie’s day was long, and she tried to keep her anger in check. When she woke up that morning, Remmy was gone, though she knew that the brunette had come home from her midnight venture, as her bedroom door was pulled closed, as it usually was, and there was a juice glass in the dishwasher, along with a small plate from Remmy’s morning toast.
Her anger sprang not only from what Remmy had done last night, but also that she seemed to be avoiding Julie, which really pissed the blonde off. She was a very up front kind of person, always facing her bad judgments, and she expected that from those around her. But, no, no. Remmy wasn’t going to give her that, and so she stayed angry.
The day went on, and Julie managed to keep herself busy around the house, grateful that she wouldn’t have to be a homebody come the end of summer. She loved her home, loved making it nice, but was sick and tired of being there. She even jumped in her car, Bonnie and Clyde loaded in, and they headed to the park. The dogs loved the chance to run and romp and play together, Julie enjoying the time out of the house, and the warm sun above. She was tempted to run by the store and chew Remmy a new one, but decided that wasn’t a nice thing to do to someone at their job, and so it could wait. She just hoped Remmy would come home. If she avoided her one more time, Julie was going to skin her alive. They obviously needed to talk.
Remmy had taken Joan up on her offer of staying late to help count inventory, but Remmy knew it was only buying her an extra hour before she had to return home and face the music. She felt in her gut that Julie knew and she felt even stronger that she was not happy.
The walk home went far too quickly for her liking, but alas, she couldn’t put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath and bracing for the worst, Remmy opened the screen door and unlocked the front door, pushing inside. The house smelled of bleach. Shit. Julie had been doing some deep cleaning, not a good sign.
Heading upstairs, Remmy went into her bedroom, changing into her shorts, going to the bathroom, brushing out her hair, and finally making her way downstairs. It didn’t take her long to find Julie, who sat at the kitchen table, reading the daily newspaper.
“Hey,” she said, voice quiet as she poured herself a glass of iced tea, topping off Julie’s. The blonde didn’t answer, instead her focus staying on the story before her. What Remmy didn’t realize was that Julie had read the same paragraph four times, since she heard the front door open. Remmy leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her tea as she kept her gaze on the bowed blonde head. “How was your day?”
Julie took a deep breath, finally looking up and meeting timid blue eyes. “How was my day?” she asked, slamming the newspaper shut. “My day was peachy.” She shoved her chair back, legs skidding on the kitchen tile, making Remmy wince. “But, as peachy as it was, I must say, it was pretty damn boring compared to my night.” Julie saw Remmy look away. Bingo. “I guess your night was pretty darn exciting, too, wasn’t it?”
“No!” Julie held up her hand, cutting off anything Remmy had to say. Now that she was going, had Remmy in front of her, Julie’s anger began to really build. “Our lake is supposed to be somewhere I can go to feel safe. It’s a place where I can be protected and all the darkness taken away. It’s not a personal playground for you, Remmy. It’s our place, our special place, not your seduction scene.” She was surprised when she felt a tear escape. She swallowed, trying to calm herself for a moment, unable to look into Remmy’s stricken face. After a moment she continued, voice softer. “I feel like you violated something very sacred. It really hurts.”
Remmy gathered her won emotions before speaking. “I can’t say that I’m sorry, because somehow sorry just doesn’t seem to cut it. I never meant for that to happen, Julie, I swear.”
“Then why did it?” Julie asked, voice soft, hurt.
“Because I want you so goddamn bad, but there is nothing in this world that could make me hurt you, scare you, or push you from me. I don’t know what you want. I’m so damn confused, and my thoughts just got away from me. Our lake is always how I connected with you, always how I reached you, and I guess I was so desperate to reach out to you, it just kind of happened.” Remmy sighed, waiting for the worst.
Julie heard Remmy’s words, and she felt her heartbreak. Her anger drained from her, but she still needed time to think, time away from Remmy’s physical presence. She walked over to the table, grabbing up the newspaper and her tea. “Look, I’m going to, uh, I need some time.”
Remmy nodded at the soft words, watching as Julie headed into the backyard, curling herself up in one of the patio chairs, the newspaper lying forgotten on the table next to her. With a heavy sigh, Remmy grabbed her own tea, heading upstairs to her bedroom.
Julie was always so amazed by sunsets. She’d seen who knew how many in all her years of life, but each time she saw one, she was struck all over again. She watched as the brilliant pinks painted the undersides of the clouds, the almost perfect silence as the colors spread across the sky, tinting everything around her with the brilliance.
The newspaper still sat on the table next to her, folded neatly, her glass of tea long emptied, now just a few pea-sized bits of ice floating in its own water. Her legs were pulled up, heels tucked into the seat cushion beneath her, arms wrapped around her shins. She rested her chin on her knees, watching as the colors began to lose their brilliance, twilight slowly swallowing the day.
Julie felt lonely as she watched the day die. That was such an unusual feeling for her. She so often lived her life in her own head, contemplating herself and the world around her, she rarely, if ever, felt lonely. But sitting on her back patio, the silence around her, she felt lonelier than she ever had in her life. The good part, and the bad part, was she knew why. Her heart was no longer her own, and her own company no longer made her feel complete or content. She was connected to another, now, and that other person, Remmy, wasn’t with her. She felt as though Remmy had cut her off, somehow, as though the two-way radio between them had been turned off or tuned to another station, leaving her end with just heavy silence.
Julie knew this was hers to fix, though she wasn’t entirely sure how. Deciding she’d been by herself long enough, she uncurled herself, scooping up her glass and the newspaper and headed inside, locking the French doors after Bonnie and Clyde ran inside, content to lay on the grass or play with each other while their mommy had lost herself in her own mind.
Glass in the dishwasher and newspaper tossed onto the counter, Julie shut off lights downstairs, making the climb to the second floor. Remmy’s bedroom door was closed, which didn’t surprise Julie in the least. She didn’t stop to listen, not sure if Remmy were even still awake or not. She reached her own bedroom, hand poised to flick on the light.
Remmy sat with her back against the headboard, legs stretched out on the bed, bare feet crossed at the ankles. The TV was on, but she hadn’t been watching it, instead staring off into space for how long, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until she heard a soft knocking on her bedroom door that she realized night had fallen, the soft glow from the television, the only light in the room.
“Come in,” she called, waiting expectantly as the door was opened and Julie stepped inside. Their gaze met for a moment before Julie’s eyes dropped as she made her way over to the bed. Remmy scooted over instinctually, making room if Julie wanted to sit down.
“What are you watching?” Julie asked, her voice quiet.
Remmy glanced over at the TV, not a clue what was on. She smiled a little sheepish. “I have no idea.”
Julie smiled, understanding. She sat on the edge of the bed, finally meeting Remmy’s gaze. She could see that Remmy was just as bothered as she was, the normally calm eyes so filled with regret and pain. Julie took a deep breath, about to open her mouth to say something, but she had no idea what to say. In that moment it seemed there was only one thing to do. She leaned over, placing a soft kiss on Remmy’s lips, moving away just enough to see the startled look on the brunette’s face. She leaned in again, pressing her lips against Remmy’s again, this time lingering, basking in the feel of her soul opening, offering a door for Remmy to walk through. Seeming to understand, soft fingers brushed the side of Julie’s face, lightly caressing the skin there.
Remmy pushed her surprise aside, deciding to let Julie lead this dance. She felt the emptiness she’d been feeling all day begin to disappear. Beneath her lips, she felt Julie open to her, inviting her inside, an invitation that she quickly took. She heard a soft sigh as Julie’s tongue brushed against her own, one of Julie’s hand coming up to rest on Remmy’s shoulder.
As the kiss deepened, Julie felt herself scooting further onto the bed. The hand that had rested on the side of her face curved around to the back of her neck, gently bringing her mouth further into Remmy’s the gentle exploration within igniting a fire deep inside of her. She wanted more.
Remmy was urged to lie down, her body sliding down on the bed, pillow adjusted beneath her head, Julie moving atop her, their bodies flush, lips never parting. She ran her hands all over Julie’s back, tracing random patterns on the thin cotton of her shirt, the skin beneath nearly burning her fingertips. As the kiss continued, Remmy knew she had a huge responsibility, bringing Julie back from the world of physical pain and sexual torture, and she felt honored that Julie had chosen her to do so.
Julie felt tentative hands run down her back to her hips, a fingertip just barely brushing the skin of her lower back, where her shirt had ridden up some. She broke the kiss, both panting as Julie stared down into Remmy’s flushed face. She reached back, taking the larger hand and placing it just under the hem of her shirt.
“Touch me, Remmy. Please, touch me,” she whispered, sharing a long look with the brunette. At length, Remmy nodded, both of her hands sliding up underneath Julie’s t-shirt, running all along the smooth, strong back. Julie’s head fell, forehead resting against the strong shoulder beneath her, her mind racing. She knew she should feel panicked, she should feel wicked shame, but she couldn’t. All she could feel was the love she knew Remmy had for her, and gentleness of her touch. Remmy had managed to replace so many horrid memories with brand new ones, and Julie wanted this to be no different. She wanted the memory of her body being touched to be that of Remmy making love to her. She needed to shed that skin, hard and prickly, created by Sergio Venti.
Remmy was startled when suddenly Julie pulled away, sitting up and straddling the brunette’s hips. Julie looked down at her, then grabbed the hem of her own shirt in both hands, tugging it over a blonde head, the shirt falling off into the eerie shadows, created by the light of the TV.
Blue eyes focused on the beauty before her, hungrily feasting visually on Julie’s perfect breasts, the smooth skin of her stomach, the delicate structure of her shoulders and collar bones.
“I have truly never seen anything so beautiful,” Remmy whispered in awe. Her hands moved up Julie’s sides, tactile bliss, finally cupping the pert breasts, Julie’s eyes sliding closed, head falling back. Her nipples were instantly hard against Remmy’s palms. She sat up, her mouth finding Julie’s again as the blonde wrapped her arms around Remmy’s neck, bringing her closer against her. Though still very gentle, Remmy careful not to scare Julie, their kiss had taken on a new meaning. It was hotter, deeper, and filled with so much need.
Julie needed to feel Remmy’s skin against her own, so she broke away from the kiss once again, tugging at the hem of Remmy’s shirt, swiftly pulling it over the brunette’s head, immediately finding Remmy’s mouth again. She moaned as Remmy hugged their bodies together, naked breasts pressed together.
“God, this feels incredible, she murmured against Remmy’s lips. Remmy moved away from her mouth, finding Julie’s neck, suckling and kissing, much as she had done at their lake. One of her hands moved up between them, cupping Julie’s breast, rolling the rigid nipple against her palm before taking it between two of her fingers. Julie gasped, a hand coming up to cup the back of Remmy’s dark head as her mouth kissed and licked a trail down across one collar bone, ending with a nipple in her mouth. “Oh, Jesus,” Julie breathed, her breath stolen from her.
Remmy gently pushed Julie back until she lay down, her head at the end of the bed. She hovered above her, looking into her eyes, making sure this position was okay with the blonde. Julie reached for her, pulling her down on top of her.
“Make me forget,” Julie whispered, cupping Remmy’s face. The brunette nodded, kissing her gently before resuming her oral exploration, again finding Julie’s breasts. As she lay there, eyes closed, head turned to the side, she felt herself open up even more, Remmy taking that first step inside of her, joining with her. It was so beautiful it was almost painful. She could feel Remmy inside her skin, swimming within her blood.
Remmy reached down, stroking Julie’s hip, curving her hand to the underside of one of her thighs and gently bending one of Julie’s legs at the knee, the other leg instinctually doing the same, Remmy’s body fitting snugly between. She knew, as she knew her own name, that she was home as she tasted Julie’s skin, heard her soft gasps and cries beneath her. She could feel her own heart pounding in Julie’s chest.
Julie realized that her shorts were being unbuttoned, and slid down her legs. She opened her eyes, watching as Remmy knelt between her spread legs, and then lifted her hips when Remmy went to remove her panties. Now was the ultimate test, lying there in all her nakedness, something that she felt Sergio had taken from her, the ability to give that gift to someone. She watched Remmy’s eyes carefully, reading her expression.
Remmy was in awe, her hands running up along Julie’s beautiful legs to her upper thighs, then back down again. To her eyes, Julie was truly the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She met troubled eyes, reaching her hand up and cupping Julie’s face. “I love you, Julie,” she said softly, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on full lips.
Julie felt her dam break, and the tears began. Remmy laid herself down between her legs again, resting on her forearms as she cupped Julie’s face. Soft kisses rained down upon her lips, her cheeks, her forehead and moist eyes.
“Why are you crying?” Remmy whispered against Julie’s lips.
Julie buried her hands in Remmy’s hair. “I thought I’d never be able to do this again, never be able to give myself to someone and not feel ashamed,” Julie whispered, barely audible. Remmy heard, and she felt it all the way to the bottom of her soul.
“Julie, he was able to use your body, but he never got your heart, never got your soul.” She kissed her softly. “That’s the gift. The rest is just the wrapping. And the wrapping is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen with my own two eyes. But your soul,” another kiss, “that’s the most beautiful thing in the world. No one can take that away, no one can touch that.”
“No one but you,” Julie whispered, bringing Remmy down for a long, deep kiss that left them both panting for more. “Make love to me, Remmy,” Julie whispered.
Remmy removed the rest of her own clothing, then laid out her body atop Julie’s again, her mouth exploring across Julie’s upper chest, hand massaging Julie’s hip, fingernails running along her sides, making the blonde shiver. She began to kiss her way down, taking in both breasts, one at a time, patiently suckling hard nipples. She felt Julie’s fingers in her hair, pushing her deeper into her. Julie’s moan was long and languid as Remmy left her breasts, her body sliding even lower, her intent clear.
Julie was lost in a haze, her body opening up further in response to Remmy’s touch. She felt long hair tickling across her lower stomach, then inside her thighs, hot breath moving across her newly shaved sex. Her fingers reached down, massaging Remmy’s scalp as soft lips kissed a trail from her pubic bone over and down to the apex of her thighs. When a wet tongue trailed through her folds, Julie cried out, hips lifting slightly off the bed.
Remmy had never wanted so badly to make love to someone with her mouth as she did in that moment. If Julie had stopped her, she probably would have broke down into tears. The taste and feel of Julie was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Each sound Julie made, each lift of her hips, brought Remmy’s own pleasure to a new height. She could feel her own clit pulsing in time with her raging heartbeat.
Holding Julie open to her with her fingers, Remmy ran her tongue up from the blonde’s entrance all the way to her clit, then back down again. She wrapped her arms around Julie’s thighs, getting the feeling that as this progressed, Julie would probably nearly buck her off the bed. As she heard her name whimpered from Julie’s lips, Remmy made her way back up to the blonde’s clit, suckling it, her tongue batting across it before letting it go, giving it several licks before moving her attention back down Julie’s seam, her tongue finding her entrance. She gently toyed with it, unsure what Julie would do, or if she’d allow her near it. She felt Julie’s hips twitch, and knew it wasn’t from pleasure.
Julie was nearly brought back to a harsh reality, but Remmy’s mouth moved away from her opening, which she was still terrified of anyone getting near. She had been hurt so badly, and had been violated so deeply, she wasn’t sure she’d ever want to be entered again.
“It’s okay, baby,” Remmy whispered, kissing Julie’s sex, then returning to her clit. Julie felt a hand reach up and find one of her own, their entwined fingers resting on Julie’s stomach as she began to lose herself again, Remmy’s tongue doing amazing things to her. She could feel the slow burn beginning in her lower belly, a storm that was beginning to rumble louder with each stroke of Remmy’s tongue.
Remmy could feel that Julie was close, her panting near constant now, small whimpers escaping her throat. She latched onto her clit, suckling it and giving it firm strokes with her tongue.
“Oh, god!” Julie cried out, her body exploding with a pleasure that she’d never known, her fingers holding painfully tight to both Remmy’s hand, and her hair, holding the brunette in place. She couldn’t breathe for a moment, her body consumed with release. She felt like in that moment she was released not only her sexual need, but the pain and hurt, the suffering, the fear and loss. She was letting it all go, making room as Remmy stepped fully inside her soul, their connection complete.
Remmy kissed her way back up Julie’s body, aftershocks still racking the blonde. She found her mouth, and suddenly her body was pulled tightly against Julie’s, the blonde’s kiss hungry and all-consuming. Her own need was at a point of near desperation. Remmy fit her hips between Julie’s thighs again, pressing down, Julie groaning at the contact, a hand reaching down to Remmy’s ass and holding them together. Remmy planted her hands on either side of Julie’s shoulders and grinded herself against Julie, their stomach slapping together as she thrust into her. Eyes squeezed shut, Remmy threw her head back, crying out loud and long as she came, pressing into Julie’s wetness, her breath stolen from her.
Julie wrapped her arms around Remmy’s shoulders, her legs following suit, pulling Remmy as tightly to her as she could. Once again, she felt as though she were wrapped up in a warm cocoon, wrapped in all that was Remmy.
“Oh, baby,” Remmy whimpered, burying her face in Julie’s neck.
“I know,” Julie whispered, holding her tight. “I know.”
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