I decided that it did need a last part, hope you like this
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ur fingers penetrate, move softly at first, then with increasing passion. Tongue’s wrestle, inflamed by the touching, my hand cupping her breast, palm brushing across her nipple, then I feel her thumb pressing into the top of my slit, finding the sensitive bud, giving tentative touches, then rhythmic presses. I find I can insert more fingers, use the ball of my hand to apply pressure. The kisses go on, the heat rises, I hear Fransesca start to whimper, feel her wetness become a flood, realise she is quietly cumming, I am making her cum for me, the idea makes me so excited, I slow a little, not wanting to hurt her but she presses her hands harder into me, presses her groin towards my hand, so I continue and she begins to peak again, getting wetter and noisier, writhing on my fingers now, as I find my own body responding, then we are both cumming and cumming, still fingering and kissing, until finally she falls back exhausted.
When, finally I can speak, I feel I need to break the silence to say something, however stupid. ‘Oh! Fransesca, that was so ...... I can’t find the words’, ‘Unexpected?’, she asks, ‘Surprising, embarrassing, wicked, not to be repeated?’. I can see now, that she really thinks I might be upset, already having regrets. ‘It was all of those, except, I hope, the last, but mostly it was, just wonderful’. We sit, gazing at each other for a few moments, before each of us realises just what a mess we look, clothing disarrayed, hair mussed and there is one of those, panic tidying moments, which clearly isn’t going to be enough for real comfort. ‘ I need a bathroom’, I say, and realise that this is true, I am really in need of a bathroom, ‘you could use the one there, if you want one, then lets go and sit comfortably’. I run upstairs, do the necessary, do a minimum to straighten clothing and make-up, clean my teeth, then grab a duvet and some pillows before rushing downstairs. Fransesca is just settling herself on the settee, having put some more music on, a compilation of her own, looking fresh and radiant. I sit on the settee, dropping a pillow behind each of us, and the duvet over our knees, explaining that the central heating is off now and it might get cold. ‘Then, we shall just have to snuggle’, Fransesca says with a laugh, sliding an arm around me, then lying back on her pillow, tugging me with her. I go willingly, so we end up lying side by side, the length of the settee, heads on the pillow, snuggled up close. For a while we lie there, gazing into each other’s eyes, wondering, then Fransesca tentatively says, ‘Do you remember the day we first met? We both picked up that book, our hands touched, I knew then that I had to get to know you, really know you’.
‘I felt that too, in fact there was something when I noticed you talking to the librarian, but I didn’t know what to make of it, I have never been attracted to a woman before’.
‘Ah! My little lesbian virgin, there is so much I can teach you!’, Fransesca sighs and stretches a little, which pushes her body against mine. Immediately my nipples are erect, making me glance down to see hers the same. Looking up, I catch Fransesca glancing in the same way. ‘Ah! Time?’ ‘For another lesson?’. Our lips meet, soft, sipping kisses, closed mouths to start with, then slowly opening, deepening, heating. I slide my left hand onto her breast, kneading her nipple through her blouse, she slides a hand downwards, over my belly, finding my skirt already half hiked up, her hand inside me in a moment, one of mine on her breasts, touching. ‘No, lay back, let me first’, she whispers. She rolls me onto my back, her mouth closed on mine, her left hand slides under my top, finding breasts, kneading nipples, the other hand expertly sliding in and out of me, thumb applying gentle pressure on the perfect spot. Then her fingers finds *that* place inside me and in seconds, it seems, I am cumming again. But this time her hands and mouth remain active, my body responding with peak after peak of pleasure, until I am sure I will die of the pleasure. When she releases my mouth for a second, to stare down at my face, I can hear myself saying ‘Oh! God! Fransesca, Oh! God’, on and on, whenever I have enough breath, until she slows and then stops her hands, covering my face with little closed mouth kisses. ‘Your first lesson’, she whispers, looking into my eyes, cloud of dark hair falling around her face, like a blanket to keep out the world, to a place where there were only our two bodies, our two faces. Then she kisses my nose and snuggles down onto me again.
It seems to be forever, before I gathered my breath, then she is on her elbows again, looking around. ‘It must be late?’, ‘Much too late to go home, stay here. Besides, its my turn now’. ‘Its not about turns’, she says, ‘there is nothing you have to prove or do’. ‘But there are lots of things I want to do, do to you, starting now’. I try to move on top of her, she resists, play pinning my shoulders, so I reach down between us, sliding my fingers down until I can reach her groin, different panties, bikini’s, now almost as wet as the previous pair, and easy enough to work my hands inside, causing a groan. I think she would have let me roll her over then, but instead I move my other hand onto her breast, over her blouse, nothing under it, feeling the rigidity of her nipples. She unbuttons herself then, slips down the knickers to give me access, bridges slightly to make it easier and I begin to work on her. She tries to return the compliment once, until I smack her hands gently, then she concentrates on taking a little of her own weight. I can’t find the special spot inside her, not then, nor do I have her skill in manipulating her bud.
After a while, her arms tire, so we change positions. I begin to use my mouth on her left breast, then, my hand on her right, my right hand inside her and slowly, slowly we take her there. Her breath is coming in gasps, her face flushed, her eyes we closed, then she begins to moan, ‘Oh Please, Oh Please, harder, harder’, then she grabs at my head pushing it down into her. I stop my soft licking, suck as much of her breast into my mouth as I can, letting it slip back out, sucking hard on her nipple, which is when she finally cums, shaking, groaning, breasts heaving. I know now, that I shouldn’t stop, so I continue to work my hands, though not my mouth. Like her, I lean back to watch her, eyes closed, face set in an expression half way between agony and ecstasy, her face totally flushed, watch her breasts heave with each breath and continue to work and work until finally she groans louder and collapses in on herself. I slow my fingers then, finally withdraw them, snuggle down onto her, stroking her hair. For a while, she lies completely still, eyes closed, breathing hard but more steadily, then her nose wrinkles, she smiles and put her own hand up to my face, to my nose, the aroma of woman, my aroma, mixed with hers. She puts two of her fingers into her mouth and licks, ‘Nicer, even, than your dressing’, she murmurs, then offers me a finger. So then I learn the taste of myself and it is good, although not as good as the taste of her, when we share my fingers. She is still licking my fingers, when she falls asleep. She sleeps like a child, on her back, limbs splayed, completely relaxed, a black haired angel. My angel, my teacher. I lay there watching, listening to her music, plain-chant, monks, the last evening vespers?
The music draws to a climax as the monks contemplate sleep, the little death, praying to be kept from sin and lust, until they reach heaven. I look down to Fransesca’s face, relaxed now in sleep and contemplate the evening that we have experienced, an evening of intense sensations, of taste of scent, of touch of lust, all taught to me by Fransesca. But Fransesca has taught me more than this, she has taught me that through these sensations, I will learn to love her.
As the music ends, I gaze at the fan of dark hair on the pillow, the classical features, the face relaxed, at peace below me, unlike the monks, I have no need to wait for death, I know heaven right there.
My aim in this part was to use the physical side of the story to move on the romantic side, to write a sexually decriptive romance. I don't know that I entirely succeeded. Critical comments and textual corrections or other suggestions would be welcome, here.
by SarahGirl on Thu Dec 21, 2006 2:05 pm 
But as far as criticism, I don't have any. I really love this. 
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