Moon I-4 [f/f]
_Moon 
	I slammed the phone down onto the hook, my eyes red with anger
and tears.  "Goddamn vultures!  They can't leave a dying 62 year old
woman in peace!"

	My mother looked up in curiosity, questioning me with her
weary, aged eyes.  She pushed a long wisp of graying black hair to the
side of her face, her gaze intent on me.  I explained, "All the
religious fanatics of the family are trying to make Judy go
'straight' and 'repent' before she finally kicks the bucket.  They
were sneaking phone calls and trying to get into her hospital room..
god damn.."

	"Repent?  She's a lesbian, what's to repent about?"

	I sighed, sagging wearily against the counter.  "I suppose
that it doesn't matter what she's done all her life.  It doesn't
matter that she's been with a woman since she was 16, as long as she
repents."

	She looked at me sympathetically, and said, "That's a shame.
I know you and her were close."

	"Yeah.  She helped me a lot emotionally when I came out as
gay."

	My mother sighed.  "Your father's side of the family is fucked
up- they're all evangelist religious freaks.  That's part of the
reason why I divorced him.  Judy's never hurt a soul, and I have to
admit I'm shocked that even the relatives would jump on her deathbed."

	I nodded.  "I can't imagine what could be worse than this.
Now _I'm_ scared that the relatives will all be getting on me when I
die."

	"Oh, Missy, honey, you're only 20.  You have your whole life
ahead of you, and besides, it's still not the worst thing that can
happen to a lesbian."

	I sighed and opened the refrigerator, browsing through the
shelves for something edible.  "Pretty damn close."

	She shifted in her seat, taking a small sip from her Coke.  "I
knew these two lesbians named Moon and Janet that were ruined worse
than Judy."

	Frowning as I rifled through the fruit drawer, I murmured,
"Sounds familiar."

	She shrugged uneasily.  "You probably heard about them.  I've
talked about Janet before.  The entire affair was messy.  It ended up
on television news, in the newspaper.  But I was a close personal
friend of theirs, and what was on the news wasn't anywhere near to
what really happened."

	I pulled some grapes out of the drawer and walked over to the
counter to wash them.  "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

	She gave a little laugh, but her eyes were humorless.  "Tell
me a story? Well, I'll tell you a story.  I'll tell you what happened
through the eyes of Janet."
	
	"Why through the eyes of Janet?"

	She looked down at the table, her fingers drumming the surface
with a slow rhythm.  "Because she never got to tell the story
herself."

	I sat down across her at the table, popping a grape into my
mouth as she started to speak.  My mother's voice was soft and almost
musical as she spoke, and I felt myself being pulled into the story.

	"I was about seventeen years old.  I'd just gotten my life on
the right track, quitting cigarettes and going sober.  Alcohol and
drugs had been a problem for me since I was fourteen, and part of what
helped me go straight was a girl named Moon.  She was my best
friend..."

	I closed my eyes and just listened to her lilting voice, and I
started to see the surroundings of the early 1990s, the atmosphere and
old technology such as televisions and radios replacing the holograms
of the modern age.  I was transported back twenty years to an age
where gas-powered cars still dominated transportation, and I felt
myself becoming Janet, my imagination adding details-- color, touch,
sound, and aroma-- to what my mother was saying.


Part I

_February 3, 1994_

Her body was pressed against mine, her soft breasts curving against my
own.  Our nude legs slid against each other as we explored each
other's bodies with the urgency of passion.  Her lips sought mine,
finding them in a tangle of moistness.  Her lips were soft, brushing
against mine as her hands ran along my leg and rested gently on my
buttock with a squeeze.  Her motions were desperate with desire--her
hands trembled as they caressed my skin, and I could hear her breath
quickening with arousal.  I reached up and cupped her breast, my
breath catching in my throat as my fingers found her hard nipple.  She
left my lips, and started to kiss my neck softly as I stroked her
long, black hair with my other hand and whispered sentiments into her
ear..

	RING! RING! RING!

	I woke groggily, still imagining the feel of this beautiful
woman's body against mine, the recurring dream of Moon once again a
wisp of smoke disappearing in the air.  I finally realized I was alone
in my bed at home, covered in hot perspiration.  I gave a resigned
sigh, and flicked on the radio so I could dance as I dressed.  The
notes of disco flooded my ears as I rushed through my morning routine.

	I finished dressing and packing for school, and rushed to my
first class about ten minutes late.  Moon gave me a shy smile from the
seat next to mine, as she has a habit of doing, as I bitched and
moaned on about my shitty awakening. 

	"I swear to God, Moon, next year's gonna be different, I'm not
gonna get to school till fucking noon."

	Her soothing voice consoled me as it usually did in the
mornings, and I laid my head on the desk with a grumbling threat to go
to sleep right there.  I spotted a red manila folder just inches from
my face and reached for it without thinking.

	"Hey, what's this?" I asked her, opening it slowly with sleepy
fingers.  She smiled--Moon smiles an awful lot, it makes up for her
not talking.  She communicates using her body, with subtle hand
movements, shifts of her body and twinkling brown eyes.  

	The folder was filled with her artwork.  Spectacular work--she
was truly the artist.  We had many things in common, but one of the
main points we shared was that we both had a deep appreciation for the
aesthetically pleasing.  The first drawing I saw was a young, nude
woman lying in a provocative pose.  There was a tear leaving one eye,
its path trickling down to her breast.  I looked up and greeted her
eyes questioningly----she seemed to not care about the drawing's
content, and shrugged.  She gave me a sly grin before she looked down
at her book and started to study for her physics exam, and I talked
about my day yesterday and our other friends as I flipped through the
portfolio.   

	On the next page was a poem about "Why can't I keep him? I
promise to feed him," which was a pretty good poem.  It made me wonder
momentarily whom it could have been about, since she hadn't been in a
serious relationship for a long while.  Then there was a drawing of a
young Native American maiden working at a tree stump.  I narrowed my
eyes, looking closely at the drawing.  It looked a lot like Moon, who
herself was a proud Native American.  It ran strongly in her blood,
and although nobody knew just how much of it was in her blood, there
was still enough to make her skin bronzed and her hair long and sleek.
She was orgulous of her Potawatomi heritage and kept books and
magazines discussing the tribe.  In fact, the day before, she'd gone
to a Powwow upstate and today wore tiny dreamcatcher earrings that
were actual dreamcatchers, woven with the tiniest twig and smallest
thread.


	After I flipped past that drawing, there was a large piece of
paper folded in quarters, which I opened up.  Another piece of paper
slid out between the folds, and I started to read. 
		
"Dear Janet,
	There are thoughts I've been having that I haven't had the
courage to express to you.  Things I've wanted to tell you for so
long."

	Except for a perfunctory skim over the body of the letter, I
stopped reading right there.  Not because I wasn't intrigued, or
because I didn't know what the letter was about.  I knew what this was
about.  It was a letter to me, and I'd had no clue about this--never,
ever knew that the girl I lusted after since I'd first met her wanted
me.  I stopped reading because I knew she didn't intend for me to read
that, and I didn't want to embarrass her.  My best friend and
companion, well ...I flipped the page over, and continued talking
about nothing.  I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye, and she
seemed to not have noticed my fumbling with the paper.  And my
blushing--I felt like some dirty secret of mine had been exposed.

	I had fantasized about Moon for a year, almost since 0the
first day we met and became fast friends.  We were both openly
"alternative", both lingering on the border between bisexual and
lesbian.  She was incredibly beautiful in an exotic manner, with long
black hair and classic Native-American looks.  I chuckled to myself as
I thought of the letter's words.  I'd never had any courage, either,
to make a move--a girl that beautiful is impossible to hit on.  She
was also my best friend--I can't stress that enough.  She seemed
...untouchable.

	The class ended, and the rest of the day dragged on at a
snail's pace.  I couldn't get these recent matters -- namely, Moon --
off of my mind, though I tried as hard as I could to shove them out.
I met Moon in front of the school when the day was finally over, and
we agreed to run to my house for some grub, then go out to the mall
and find some clothes.  We arrived at my house and I started to get
ready to go, changing my clothes and fixing a bowl of leftover chili.
We were in my room, and she picked up an issue of Rolling Stone and
started flipping through the pages as she sat down on my bed.

	"Did you see that picture of Madonna in here?" she asked
incredulously, holding up the magazine for me to see.

	I slurped at my chili, wincing as the heat seared my tongue.
"Which one?"

	She waved the magazine.  "Look!"

	I looked up, and my eyes popped open.  She laughed and kept
flipping through the pages of the magazine.  I whistled.  "That woman
has issues."

	She nodded, and her face grew serious as she concentrated on
an article about crystal meth in the upper-middle class.  I got two
more saltine crackers out of the box, squeezing them to crumbs in my
hands and letting them fall into the chili.  I looked around for my
cup of milk.  I frowned in confusion, puzzling over the absence of
milk for a few seconds before I remembered that I hadn't poured any in
the first place.  

	"Be right back, gotta get milk," I said to Moon, slurping
chili from my spoon as I got up.  I carried my chili as I walked
toward the bedroom door.  My foot caught on a backpack, and I cursed
loudly as I fell.  Moon's head jerked up, an expression of concern on
her face.

	 I hit the floor hard, the glass bowl of chili shattering,
splattering scalding hot chili everywhere -- the floor, my newly
changed outfit, my hair.  I just sat there in shock for a moment.
Moon got up off the bed to help me, bending over to pick up a few
pieces of the broken glass.  I sighed and picked a kidney bean out of
my hair. 

	"SHIT.  Now I have to take a shower!" I stated flatly, my eyes
narrowed in anger.  Moon looked at me for a second, her dark eyes
penetrating my own, and smiled.  

	"You look ridiculous, Janet.  You go take a shower and I'll
finish cleaning up this mess.  We can be ready to leave in fifteen
minutes."

	 I complied, of course--how can I ever refuse a shower?  I
headed off to the bathroom and stripped off my chili-covered clothes.
The cascading water was hot and steaming, washing off my dirty chest
and stomach in a matter of minutes, but it felt too good to abandon so
soon.  I thought back to the letter.

	"Thoughts I've been having... no courage..." 

Did she realize I wanted her in the same way?  Did she realize that I
had wild dreams of her every night?  My hand tickled across my hard
nipple as I felt the heat of the water slowly seep through my body in
waves.  I ran my hand down my smooth stomach, and twirled my pubic
hairs -- there weren't many because I tended to keep shaven.  However,
I had slipped on the shaving habit a little lately because nobody was
eligible to see it at the moment.

	It was time to get out, and I wrapped myself in a towel,
picked up my clothes, and walked back to the room.  I peered inside
quickly, seeing nothing--she must still be in the kitchen, cleaning up
my mess.  I went inside and shut the door quickly.  I threw my towels
off, bent over, leaning my head against the wall for support (I'm an
off-balance sort of person).  I started to dry my legs and butt off,
and when it was moderately dry I got back up and put the towel on
turban-style around my head.  My hair is so long it requires--not
wants, but REQUIRES--a body towel of its own.  It's the "light side"
of Moon's hair--she's got long, black hair that reaches to her waist,
and I've got long, blonde hair that reaches to my butt.  I turned
around and saw--to my shock--Moon sitting on my bed, magazine in her
hands and open to the meth article.  The reason I hadn't seen her was
that she was in a blind spot behind me.  There was a curious
expression on her face- and it wasn't the only emotion that was on her
face.  

	I shrieked.  She grinned apologetically and quickly jumped to
her feet.

	"MOON! I didn't know you were there!"

	"Well...sorry?" she smiled apologetically at me, her eyes
twinkling, and all traces of shock left.  I realized where I was
standing, stark naked and dripping wet, in front of the woman I had
fantasized about for months.  And I realized that she wanted me, too.
The moisture of my shower and the coldness of the air gave me
goosebumps and erect nipples, which she gazed at unashamedly.

	She wanted me.  I could see it in her eyes.  I could see it in
the way she moved her body as she stood up and walked over to me.  I
melted in a torrent of warmth and excitement, no longer wanting to
cover myself, wanting to stand exposed to her.  My nipples stood out
like red flags, and she stared at them appreciatively before she took
my hand in hers, leaned over, and gave me a soft, luscious kiss.  A
woman's lips are so soft.  Her lips were so full.  I reached over and
ran my hand along the fabric lining her perfect stomach.  I was really
getting turned on and I knew she was aroused also.  I could see the
lust smoldering in her eyes, the feel of the soft, subtle urgency in
her kiss, the tiniest tremble of her hand against my breast.  I drew
her closer to me, pressing my body against hers, acting out my fantasy
after a long year of waiting.  I couldn't believe this.  She was so
beautiful, so loving, so willing to be mine.

	She drew back from the kiss and smiled at me.  "You found the
letter."  I nodded.  "You were supposed to read it, you know.  I
didn't think you'd chicken out of reading it!" she chided with a grin.
 
	"I thought you didn't want me to, and that it would embarrass
you," I murmured softly, frowning as I tried to sort this all out.
She laughed, a tinkling sound, and said, "I am many things, but I am
not stupid enough to put a love letter right where you can see it
unless I intended for you to see it.  If I'm not brave enough to tell
you what I feel, then my words on paper can tell you, or my body can
tell you."

	I smiled, and reached out to Moon once again.  I felt her firm
body and her perfect soft breasts beneath my palms.  I looked into her
eyes nervously and leaned close to kiss her again.  It felt so good to
have someone's lips soft, giving lips against mine.  I moved my hand
down along her breast.  Her breasts were, as I said, absolutely
perfect.  They weren't too big or too small, and they brandished
nipples that I bet were a beautiful sight to behold in their nude
glory.  Her nipples were hard nubs against the fabric, and she started
to flush in excitement when I massaged them slowly between my
fingertips.

	She backed away from me the tiniest bit, and I looked up in
hidden confusion, wondering--did I move too fast?

	She gave me a sexy, eluding smile, and sat on the bed.  I came
to sit next to her and she pulled my turban loose.  My long, blonde,
wet hair was released from its damp prison.  I looked at us in the
mirror across the room and noted I made quite a contrast to her dark
hair and dark features--I was as white as you could get.  I had pale
blue eyes, and translucent skin.  I knew the porcelain shade would
look beautiful pressed against the brown skin that she had inherited
from the tribe of the Potawatomi.  She laid back and pulled my naked,
drying body down on top of her, her expression turning serious.  I
pressed down on her lips, urgently--I had wanted this for so long.
Now that I had it, I was going to have fun with her.  

	My hand reached up to cup her breast--her hard nipple felt so
good underneath my smooth fingers.  Her breath was hot on my cheek,
our lips locked in a passionate embrace.  Her tongue slowly ran along
my lips, nibbling the edge of my lower lip gently.  Her hands found my
breasts, and the starkness of human skin on my bare nipple shocked
me--a good feeling, a feeling that I hadn't experienced for a long
time.  I pulled myself up, and spread my legs above her still-clothed
form.  I kissed her neck, tasting her sweet skin.

	I trailed kisses behind her ear, on her neck, in the hollow
just above her shoulders.  I kissed her bosom softly, and started to
undo the buttons that prevented our bare flesh from interacting.  She
murmured sweet sentiments into my ear as the cold air met her
beautiful skin.  Her bra was black lace--not a surprise--and very
translucent because it was loosely woven, permitting me to see
perfectly through it, and a snap was conveniently located on the
front.  Her nipples were exactly the perfect size for her breasts.
They were gorgeous--I could look at them for days.  The nipple was
just slightly darker than flesh-color, with the areola about an inch
and a half from one end to another.  Also, she had average-sized
nipples that jut proudly, offset by proportionate-sized globes of
flesh.  

	In the heat of arousal, I unsnapped her bra, leaning down to
kiss her beautiful fleshy mounds.  I nuzzled them, I sucked them and I
nibbled them, not quite touching the areola, letting my tongue work
around her large breasts.  My hand massaged the other breast, as I
lavished her nipple in my wet kiss, nibbling it with my teeth and
running my tongue around her hard nub.  I parted my lips slightly, and
let her feel the moisture of my mouth against her nipple, and the
rigidity of my tongue on second softest skin of her body.

She was sensitive in that spot, moaning so softly that I could barely
hear her.  She whispered almost to herself, "I've wanted you for so
long.  This way, any way, I wanted you."

	I moved my mouth off her nipple momentarily.  "Oh, Moon, I
dream of you every night.  I wake up every morning drenched" -- I
stopped to kiss the nipple " -- in my sweat, wanting you to come and
put me out of my misery."

	"Well, I'm here," she smiled, "and I don't think it's fair for
you to be buck naked while I still have my pants on."

	I laughed softly, nibbling her hard nipple.  "I'm going to do
things to you that we'll burn in hell over, Moon," I whispered in a
heated passion.

	I ran my teeth along her nipple one last time before I lifted
myself off of her--my pussy was wet, so wet, that it had left a damp
spot on her light brown pants.  She moved her hands down to undo her
pants as I hovered above her, waiting to drop myself down on her naked
body, and her hand brushed my pussy.

	She pressed her hand against my wet pussy, the slippery
moisture greeting her fingers as she felt the hard nub of need nested
between my slippery lips.  She smiled, and undid her pants slowly.  I
watched the slow unveiling of her thighs, and of...

	Her pussy was shaven!  It was such a complete shock, a
contrast to the Moon that I knew, and it also turned me on incredibly.
I love shaved pussies!  She also wore no underwear, which was also a
contrast to the Moon I knew.  Was it possible that I didn't know Moon
at all?  Her clothes were piled around us and my towels were cast
carelessly aside.  She reached up to my hair, and used her grip to
pull me down to her lips, where she nibbled and sucked ruthlessly on
my own lips.  Her hands were busy--one was between my pussy lips,
stroking and playing with the clit, and the other on my nipple.  The
heat in my body rose, my excitement growing with every passing moment.

	Moon's face was flushed, her breathing irregular, and her lips
needy.  I pulled away and started to kiss my way down, lingering at
the nipples.  I licked her stomach, enjoying the moan that this
elicited from my new girlfriend as my fingers played with her mound.
My lips walked across her lower belly, focusing gently on the skin
right above where her pubic hair would have been.  This caused her
hands to tighten their grip on my hair, and when I looked, her eyes
were closed, teeth biting her lower lip.  Such a sensitive body for
such a beautiful woman!

	I started to lick her mound gently, and with excruciating
slowness, worked my way down.  When I got to her pussy lips, I
carefully avoided her clitoris, nibbling and licking her pussy lips
and sliding my tongue's tip inside of her hole.  Her pussy ground
gently against my mouth, undulating with growing excitement.  I made
my tongue rigid in imitation of a penis and drove it into her pussy
hole as far as I could, and she pulled at my hair in response.  She
was dripping wet with delicious nectar.  The taste was slightly salty,
slightly sweet--it was a wonderful taste that I could revel in for
hours.  There is no way to describe the taste of pussy, and hers was
the sweetest-tasting pussy I'd ever laid my tongue on.  She was
responding eagerly, almost roughly to my oral work.  I went ahead and
gave her what she wanted, clamping my lips down on her clit, sucking
it as my teeth teased it ever so gently.  I gently ran my teeth all
along the length her clit.  Her grip suddenly went slack, juices
running out, moans becoming louder.  She loved this, she loved having
her best friend eat her pussy out, and, at that very moment, I was
willing to be her sex slave for the rest of my life.  

	Her breath came in increasingly quick gasps as her grip
tightened once more.  I suctioned her pussy, using my tongue in such a
way that the clit and her pussy hole were both getting massaged, an
oral favorite of mine.  She loved this sensation, and her sounds of
pleasure were longer, louder, more urgent.  Sweet liquid trickled out
of her pussy, and she locked her legs around my head.

	My motions became rough, and urgent against her.  Her clit was
a delicious nub against my tongue, her juices dancing on my tongue.  I
was getting too horny to stand it much longer, so it was a good thing
that she orgasmed (with a loud, loud wail) right then, her body
lifting off the bed with her head tilted back, drenching me in her
sweet fluids.  She almost hurt me with the ferocity of her orgasm.  My
tongue was exhausted, but I kept going furiously, making her come as
much as she could before she finally collapsed in limp exhaustion.
She moaned once more, from the sheer after-pleasure, and I laughed,
kissing her pussy gently before lapping all of her juices up.  I
didn't want to waste a single drop.

	Her hands tugged at my hair again, and I lifted my face from
her.  I shifted my body up so that I was lying on top of her, my legs
spread apart with her warm, sweaty body underneath me.  She looked at
me lovingly, and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down to hold
me.  I rested my head on her chest and lay down flat on her.

	A few minutes later, she urged me off.  I looked at her and
kissed her some more--her lips!  I would never get tired of them, so
soft and giving.  She spread her legs slightly, making me spread mine
even more since my legs were spread across her.  My pussy was
positioned right on hers, clit to clit.  

	She absentmindedly stroked my nipple, and said,	"I want you to
come all over me now."  

	I gave a laconic affirmative, the built-up excitement of the
last half-hour reaching an unbearable point.  Her clit felt delicious
and hard just underneath mine, between my clitoris and pussy hole.  It
was a wonderful sensation, and I started to rub my nub against her
wetness.  Oh, the feeling! I tilted my head back, mouth open in a wide
"O" at the pure sensuality.  I'd never, ever done this with a girl
before.  It was an unusual, incredible sensation.  After a second the
built-up tension started to beg to be released.  Her eyes looked deep
into mine, watching my facial expressions contort with my pleasure.
My body was racked with searing heat, and I moaned her name over and
over.
  
	"Moon... Moon... oh, oh, ohhhh..."

	Moon looked at me adoringly, and her mouth was in a naughty
smile--she was getting close to another orgasm, and started to moan
loudly, letting me know that she loved having me make love to her this
way.  "Fuck me, Janet," she whispered. 

	She twisted my nipples hard between her index finger and
thumb, massaging them slowly, letting my pleasure build.  One hand
continued work on my nipple, and the other hand traveled down my
stomach and thigh, resting on my ass.  She massaged my ass, feeling
the tight muscles with her hands, moving my ass in tune with my raw,
passionate thrusts.  All my sensations were magnified one thousand
times, unbearably sweet with bliss, and I came.  

I came, and her head was also tilted back in pleasure, enjoying the
feeling of my spasming pussy and clit against hers, my juices running,
getting her wet and slippery underneath me.  It felt as if I was being
hurled through a thousand fiery suns of pleasure, and it never seemed
like it was going to end, this utter sweetness that Moon was giving
me.  A strict atheist, I started to call out God, Mary and Jesus H.
Christ's name in a blind fury of pure feeling.  Finally, my orgasm
died away, and I fell like a rag doll released from her owner's hand,
limply, to the arms of Moon.
	
	She held me for a long while.

Part II

[A month later]

	The Japanese animation movie ended with a flourish of pounding
Japanese rock and roll, and it was two o'clock in the morning.  I
yawned sleepily and snuggled closer to Moon, whose legs were spread
apart for me to sit in between, my back nestled against her front.  I
draped my arms across her legs, and she set her arms above my
shoulders, hands dipping to my breasts.  Moon nuzzled my ear softly,
and gave the flesh of my belly a quick squeeze.

	Moon was staying the night at my house.  We had been dating
for about a month now, unbeknownst to my parents.  I would have hated
for them to find out, because they would have disowned me.  They
disapproved of any sort of sex before marriage--ESPECIALLY lesbian
sex.

	They had no idea, of course.  Moon stayed overnight at my
house nearly every Friday and Saturday night, which was normal before
we started dating anyway.  We often stayed up late watching
miscellaneous movies, including a lesbian film from the '70's called,
"Oranges Aren't the Only Fruit".  It was, needless to say, a hot night
that night--the sex scenes had us rarin' and ready to go.  Sometimes
it was cartoons, sometimes it was hentai, and sometimes it was an
action-glory movie with blood, guts, and guns.  After the movies
finished, we always pulled the top mattress off my bed (simply two
mattresses piled on top of each other), set them next to each other,
necked for a while or touched, and slept with the mattresses pushed
together.  We were never discovered in any sort of compromising
position, as we slept strictly on separate mattresses with separate
blankets, facing different directions.  The risk was too great.  We
also had never risked sex on one of these nights for fear that the
noise would rouse my mother.

	I arched my back against Moon, pressing my ass harder into her
panty-clad mons.  We had started off wearing our panties and bras, but
I had already removed my panties, and my bare pussy was hidden beneath
a lightweight sheet.  It was also not that unusual for us to be
scantily clad, because even before dating neither of us had been shy
about our bodies.  My mother saw nothing wrong with this, because we
were just "friends."

	I know I'm a bit old to be controlled by my mom.  But, the
fact is, I'm 17, still a junior in high school, and if she thought I
was dating Moon, a woman, she'd have a shit fit, then thrown me out.
That simple.  My father, well... he is a very sweet, darling man, who
will do anything to make me happy, and he would try to fight Mother.
He'd argue that if Moon makes me happy, I should be with her.  But my
mother always wins.  She is the dominant force in their marriage.
	
	Enough of this gloom, I told myself.  Moon's hands were on my
breasts, the thumb and forefinger gently twisting my nipples, arousing
a sexual feeling that I had not felt in nearly a week.  She massaged
the stiff nubs, and every slow twist between her fingers sent muted
heat waves of pleasure through my body.  I could hear breathing
quicken as she slipped her fingers underneath the underwire of my bra.
I shivered as she ran her fingers along the underside of my breast,
and sighed blissfully when she touched my bare, hard nipples.  I
shifted position, spreading my legs with hers.  I rubbed my calf
against hers and she squeezed my nipple harder in response.  I inhaled
sharply, the thick night air flooding my lungs with the fresh smell of
dew and grass mixed with a faint touch of Moon's perfume.  One of her
hands left its position on my breast.  She was touching my back now,
running her fingertips along my spine and caressing me.

	She released me, and unsnapped my bra very cautiously, as if
even the snapping sound was too loud.  My bra was now loose, and I
shook it off my shoulders as her arms went around me and felt my
breasts, nude and covered with goosebumps.  My head tilted back so
that it rested on her neck, and she leaned down to kiss my neck while
I nibbled on her ear.  One of her hands continued to play with my
breast, while the other hand traveled downward, tickling my stomach,
before slipping underneath the sheet and resting on that sensitive
spot above the pussy.  She pressed against it lightly, still kissing
me and blowing warm air onto my neck.

	I was becoming very wet.  It doesn't take much to arouse me,
and Moon was almost too much.  I could tell she was excited, though,
by the moistness and stickiness of her panties against my bare lower
back.  

	I leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of this woman seducing
me.  Her fingers walked down to my clitoris, and teased the hard nub
gently, touching and squeezing it with slightly trembling fingers.
The combined feeling of my nipple and clit being played with warmed my
body and made my love button heat up abruptly.  I exhaled deeply into
her ear, thrusting my pussy against her hand. 
 
	Soft, barely audible, tinkling laughter echoed through the
air.  She had a beautiful smile, and her grin was in full force at
this moment.  I strained my thighs as far as they would go to grind my
pussy harder, but she pulled her hand away, deliberately teasing me,
letting me know who was in control.  Her face was covered with the
night air's moisture, and her face shone with perspiration.  Her
nipples were taut through the translucent lace bra, which she always
wore.  She knew that I imagined her in the bra to the point of making
my panties soaked through in the middle of my classes.

	I broke free of her tight grip, and twisted my body about.  I
leaned forward on my hands and knees between her legs to give her lips
a soft nip between my teeth before slipping my tongue into her mouth.
I slid a hand between her legs, and tugged at her panties.  She arched
her back and lifted her butt so that I could get the panties off, and
as soon as they were gone, I immediately slipped a finger between the
smooth folds of her shaved pussy.  She was so wet, so incredibly
sensual.  I could almost feel the blood pulsing through her sex, feel
the nerves being stimulated one by one by the rush of blood.

	She pressed against my chest with her hands, and when I rose
up for her, she let her soft hands caress my thighs and ass, working
their way to my pussy.  I continued my duty.  I started to kiss her
upper chest, nipping at the top of her globes.  The air was still and
moist with the heat of spring.  The room was illuminated the glow of
the television screen, flickering with static due to the poorly
arranged antenna.

	I paused in my kissing to reach back and flick off the
television, plunging the room into darkness.  I momentarily reeled
from the sensory shock, and Moon paused in mid-stroke with her hand
cupping my breast.  

"What are you doing?" she whispered.  I could hear her beautiful smile
by the vocal tones and by the warm way she moved her body against me.
I breathed, "I want to do it in complete darkness.  I want to have no
idea where the next touches are coming from.  I want it like this.
Now."

	Silence.  A hand touched my shoulder and ran down to my
breast, squeezing it lightly before it caressed my stomach.  I grinned
in triumph and leaned down to suckle her nipples again.

	I couldn't see her breasts, which only forced me to focus on
the sensation of her breast pressed against my face even more.  There
was not even a window in my room to let our eyes adjust to the
dark--absolutely nothing to illuminate us.  Normally, as your eyes get
adjusted, you could see around the room, but the windows were covered
in black blinds, which blocked out the even the light of the stars and
the moon.  Since admiring her nude form visually was not possible, my
hands and my tongue saw her body.  

	Her nipples were about a quarter-inch in full excitement, hard
and surrounded by erect skin that bunched up when she was stimulated
or cold.  I ran my tongue along the erect skin around her nipple,
teasing her just as she had teased me moments before with her fingers.
My tongue was warm and wet, slowly and softly licking at the areola.
I felt her skin under my tongue, the heaving of her chest with every
breath, the soft sigh she let out now and then to let me know that her
excitement was mounting.

	With agonizing slowness, my tongue traveled over her nipple.
It tasted so good underneath my tongue, slightly salty with sweat from
the thick heat of the air and from our bodies pressing together during
the movie.  I lightly clamped my teeth on the edges, nipping it
softly.  Once, twice, three times.  She let out a slow, blissful sigh
and melted into my mouth.  My hand was between her legs, my finger
teasing at her clit.  I felt how horny she must be now.

	She pulled me up to kiss me, my erect nipples brushing against
hers while she explored my mouth.  Her nipples were hard and wet,
which caused more friction against my own.  The sensation caused me to
moan into her mouth as a trickle of fluid moistened my pussy even
more.  

	She rolled over so that I was on the bottom, lying down on top
of me.  She spread her legs above my thighs, her bare snatch grazing
my stomach.  She soon changed positions, however, and urged my legs
open as she slipped between them.  She leaned into my legs and
positioned her stomach against my wet pussy, letting the slippery oils
combine with her skin as she kissed my nipples and moved her hands
around my body.

	"Your body feels beautiful.  I didn't realize how sensitive we
are without our vision.  Here in the dark, I can feel how curvaceous
and supple it is without the lights on.  I can tell you're getting
aroused by the feel of how hot your skin is and by the pace of your
breathing," she whispered softly.

	"Moon, you are beautiful, you are making me feel so good," I
groaned, so quietly I was surprised she heard.  She said nothing back,
save for a breath of air and a soft laugh, and continued to suckle my
nipples.  

	"Make love to me, Moon."

	She disentangled her body from mine after a few minutes, and
moved her body down.  For a moment, her skin did not contact mine, and
the only hint I knew that she was still there was her steady breathing
and the sound of her subtle movements.  The next thing I felt was a
deep, wet kiss on my pubic hair, a hot tongue dancing quickly across
it.

	I gasped with pleasure, and took her head in my hands
passionately, using my grip on her hair to guide her tongue.  She
moved slightly down, to where my lips joined, and licked it softly.
My blood pounded in my ears, and my body temperature was probably
reaching 104 degrees.  I was so turned on by the unpredictable
movements, the feeling of her head underneath my palms working up and
down with her tongue's motions.  Her rigid tongue teased my pussy,
licking the area around my clit but not yet touching it.  She lifted
her head to look at me, and I squeezed her head in affection.  She
breathed hotly on my clit.  I was going to come soon, just from the
agonizing feelings of my pussy.  I was on fire, and she was igniting
the flames faster than she must have realized.

	She quickly dove her head into me, burying it into my snatch,
using her top teeth to graze against my clit as she stretched her
tongue to lick my slit.
  
	"I'm gonna come," I warned with a groan, pressing my pussy
harder against her eager mouth.  She moved her jaw, and caught my clit
between her teeth.  She rubbed my clit with her mouth softly as her
tongue flicked at the tip.  Her skilled fingers started to rub my
pussy hole, occasionally dipping inside, and the next thing I knew, a
howl escaped from my lips that echoed off the bedroom walls and
reverberated throughout the house as an earth-shattering orgasm
overwhelmed my senses.  My body was no longer on fire--it was as
ethereal as air, alive with thousands of feelings all over, without
feeling, yet so sensitive that I felt I would never stop.  I felt as
if I were floating in heaven--I felt I'd become one with Moon.

	Finally, my orgasm eased away from my body, leaving my fingers
and toes, traveling from the arms, legs, and chest to return to the
clit.  My pussy was still jerking from pleasure when the door opened.

	"Is everything all..."

	A gasp of shock, as the hallway light illuminated us, my best
friend's head buried between my legs, my hands locked in a death grip
in Moon's hair, back still arched and head still thrown back in a moan
of pleasure.


Part III


	"Get out of here."  The words were spoken coldly, without
emotion, coming out between my mother's lips.  The door slammed shut.
"You two sluts get out of my house!"  

We separated our naked bodies in a rush, my mind racing, dressing as
quickly as we could.  I was cold with shock, starting to cry as the
blow of it hit me like a ton of bricks.  

	"Mom--"

	"I don't want to hear it.  You know I don't like your goddamn
bisexual shit, and now I catch you fucking that slut in my house!  Get
the FUCK out of here!"  My mother was yelling, banging against the
walls and throwing objects in a tantrum.  I heard glass shatter
against the door of my room, and Moon shivered in fear.  Her face was
white.

	"We've been going out for a long time, Mom, we haven't been
just fucking!" my words came out in short shrieks of sobs, and Moon
was crying too.  We were completely dressed now, and I was furious at
my mother's prejudice.  I threw my closet doors open, yanked out my
favorite clothes, tossing them carelessly on the bed.

	"I SAID I DONT FUCKING WANT TO HEAR IT!  GET THE FUCK OUT!"

	"FUCK YOU!"

	I was surprised at the severity of my words and the quickness
with which they slipped out, but I knew that I meant every word.  I
started to stuff the clothes into my backpack.  I took bare makeup
essentials--concealer, eyeliner and lip gloss--and tore down the
pictures hanging on the walls, tossing them angrily into my backpack
one by one.  Many of them held special meaning to me.  There were
pictures of me with Moon and me with other friends.

Moon was standing by helplessly, her beautiful face contorted in pain
and anger.  She stood for a few seconds, and then started gathering up
my belongings and stuffing them into her backpack, too, knowing what I
liked the best from our long friendship.  Finally, I tenderly placed a
small stuffed puppy in the front pouch of the bag, zipping it
carefully so as to not get the aged fur snagged on the zipper.  I
walked over to my dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a
thick wad of money--about $350 that I'd saved up from my part-time
job--and shoved it down the front pocket of my jeans.

	I could hear my mother in her bedroom now, still screaming and
yelling hysterically.  My father was wakened by the noise, and I could
hear him trying to calm her down.  There was another loud shattering
of glass, and a few minutes later, my father opened the door.

	"Honey, you know your mom doesn't mean it, she's just upset."
His face was tearful and red, and his hands shook.

	"I love you, Dad, but I'm getting the fuck out of this twisted
household," I said bitterly, tearfully.  I hugged my father and walked
out of the bedroom, heading for the front door.  

Behind me, Moon looked at my father piteously, saying in a small,
mousy voice, "I didn't mean to cause trouble, sir."

	When I turned to look back, my father's face was sad, and he
gave Moon a tight-lipped smile before he turned and walked away from
her.  I opened the front door and pushed the screen violently,
emerging into the cool night air.  I threw my belongings into my car
and got inside, slamming the door closed.  Moon ran to catch up, and
got into my car just as the tires of the 1989 Ford Probe squealed out
of the driveway.  We were alone in the cold night.

	"Hon," Moon said softly.  I hiccuped with sobs, trying to
catch my breath.  "Let's go to my house.  We can get cleaned up and
calm you down."

	"YOUR mother didn't give you this kind of shit."  I gasped
between words, and tried my hardest to calm down.  It was an
unsuccessful attempt, and if anything, I grew more agitated.

	"My mom was married to a woman for 11 years."

	The surprise of her statement silenced me.

	"You know my aunt?"

	I nodded.  Moon went to visit her aunt every few weekends,
staying with her for a few days.  I joked sometimes about how her aunt
had joint custody of Moon due to the frequency of her visits.

	"Well, she's not really my aunt.  She's my mom's ex-wife.  She
raised me with Mom until she was about eight years old."

	I didn't say anything.  I concentrated on the dark streets of
the city, paying no attention to the stop signs or speed limits.  In a
city that never slept, it was 3am, and everyone was at home in bed.
Or having sex.  I didn't particularly care what they were doing at
this moment.  My sigh turned into in a choking sob before I swallowed
it, hiccuping again.  I spun the steering wheel for a left turn,
beginning the trek to Moon's house.

	"I'm sorry," Moon sighed quietly.  I turned my head to look at
her.  Her attractive face was glistening with tears in the city
lights, and I felt my mood shift from hysterical to dark.  I reached
out to touch Moon, wiping a wet tear away from her cheek.  I slowly
caressed her soft skin.  She reached up for my hand, taking it to
squeeze my clammy fingers.

	"It's not your fault.  You know what happened when she found
out I was bisexual," I said quietly.

	"No, I don't."

	Her reply surprised me.  I'd assumed she knew about it.  I
cleared my throat.  "Well... this girl came over to my house when I
was 'bout 14.  And we started to flirt a little, and we kissed a
little.  We were trying to piss her boyfriend off.  Anyway... she was
in my lap, and I was cuddling her, when Mom came to the basement and
saw us.  Well, she didn't say anything then, but when I talked to her
later, she called me a slut.  She called me a slut.  She said that
bisexual people were only sluts that didn't give a flying fuck who
went into what hole."

	"Ah, Janet, I'm sorry," Moon's tone was sympathetic.

	"Stop saying that!" I snapped, then softened, feeling badly
that I'd taken that tone with her.  "Sorry.  None of it's your fault.
Anyway, Mom was in my room.  There was this stereo that I had just
bought, for about $125 which took me months to save for, and she
picked it up and threw it at my head.  It broke.  I still have some
pieces.  She threw all my CD's and tapes at me, smashed most of them
beyond recognition."

	Moon was silent for the rest of the drive to her home.

* * *

	I pulled the vehicle in Moon's driveway carelessly, one tire
grazing the grass.  We pulled our backpacks out as we slammed our
doors shut.  A light in the small trailer flicked on, and a face
appeared in the window.  Moon's mother, Iris--her face seemed
surprised to see her daughter and her daughter's girlfriend coming
home at three-thirty in the morning. 

	Iris, who was dressed only in a t-shirt, greeted us at the
door.  The first sentence out of her mouth was, "What happened?"  

	I looked at her woefully, still sniffling and crying.  Iris
ushered us inside.

	"We had a little... falling out with Janet's mother."  Moon's
sentence was as blunt as a hot knife slicing through butter, and Iris'
face went wide with concern.  I said nothing, and dropped my bag onto
the floor of the tiny living room.

	"Did she find out?"

	"She came in when we were doing it," Moon quietly said in a
matter-of-fact way.

	Iris sighed.  That sentence, if uttered to my mother, would
have evoked a horrific, beast-like response.  However, Moon's mother
was incredibly liberal (too liberal--Moon had had to raise her younger
sister practically by herself).  She supported our relationship
because it was the way she herself had been at our age.

	I collapsed on the couch in fagitue, letting my weary, tight
muscles relax slowly into the soft cushions.  It felt so good to be
able to finally loosen my shoulders.  The last hour dragged by as
slowly as the hard time spent by a prisoner weighed down by a ball and
chain.  Moon opened the fridge door and pulled out three beers,
handing one to me and Iris before opening her own with a pop.

	"And well," Moon continued, "she said for both of us 'sluts'
to get out of her house.  So I guess... well, I don't know what's
gonna happen now."

	Moon's face was tense, serious, and she lifted her beer,
swallowing a quarter of the can in a single gulp.  I sipped mine
slowly, savoring the taste of the cool malt on my tongue, savoring the
slight burn of alcohol.  Moon was sitting next to me, she scooted
closer and took my hand in hers.  She pulled it up and kissed the back
of it comfortingly before she leaned over and wrapped her arms around
my shoulders.  She tilted her head to the side, resting it on my
shoulder.  The feel of her close to me gave me a little bit of
comfort.  However, my mind still felt numb with shock.  I opened my
mouth, my lips cracking slightly with the movement.

	"Wonder if she wants me back."  The sentence was more of a
statement than a question, and I shook my head as I said it.  Neither
Moon nor Iris offered their opinion.  I finished my beer in a few
large gulps.  I held the cold can in my cold fingers, squeezing and
cracking the sides in a droning rhythm.  I reached over and took
Moon's beer, draining the rest in a few seconds.

	"Well you know you can stay as long as you want to, hon," Iris
offered quietly.  "Any friend of my daughter's is a friend of mine." 

	I nodded.  "I'm tired."

	"You want to go to bed?" Iris asked gently.  My eyes were
starting to blur with exhaustion, and I realized that I did want to go
to bed, although I didn't think I could sleep.  At the very least, I
wanted to be alone with Moon.  Another tear rolled down my cheek, and
Moon's hand moved up to wipe it aside.  I tilted my face against her
hand, relaxing in the soft touch of her fingers.  I felt numb. 

	"What's going on?" Moon's brother, awakened by the noises, had
sneaked into the living room.

	"Go to bed!" Moon growled at Rob, and he made a face at her,
starting to leave before he noticed the beer.  "HEY! Mom, if she gets
to have beer..."

	"She's got four years before she's legal, and you've got
eleven."  The sentence was a tired one, and well worn from Iris's
mouth.  Rob gave an "Aw!" and left.  Iris stood up and stretched.  She
said, "I'm going to go check on Angel, and go back to bed.  Holler at
me if you need anything."  

I watched her leave, then pushed myself up off the couch.  Moon looked
on curiously as I walked over the pantry. I knew what I wanted.  I
opened the door and frowned as I scanned the shelves. 

	Gin.  Whiskey.  Vodka!  A small part of my brain laughed
hysterically at my find, the rest of my mind still dark and stormy.
When I was twelve years old, I was diagnosed with several different
brands of depression.  I could tell my mind had hit absolute rock
bottom, my stomach roiling with my emotions, my throat throbbing along
with the dark beat of my broken heart.  I didn't want to listen to the
screaming and laughing in my mind right now.  I reached into the
pantry and pulled out the vodka, wincing as it clinked a little too
hard against the other bottles.  I held my prize up to Moon for her to
see, and she stood up and walked towards me.  I took her hand in my
other hand, locking my fingers together with hers, and led her towards
the bedroom.

	We entered her room, and I closed the door quietly behind us.
We undressed for bed, just taking off our jeans and pulling off our
bras underneath our t-shirts.  I looked down at the bottle and
unscrewed the top.  I raised the bottle to my lips and took a gulp of
the liquor, rolling it around my tongue slightly before swallowing it.
Fire hit my throat, traveling down to my stomach, and I winced
slightly.  It was a good sensation, purifying.  I was starting to
develop a buzz--I had a low tolerance for liquor, and my immune system
was at a low that night--and I lowered the bottle from my lips and
brought Moon close for a kiss.

	Her lips were soft and yielding to my own.  I stood closer to
her, pressing myself lightly against her as we just kissed for almost
a minute.  Then I pulled away, looked straight into her eyes, and
started to cry again.  She put her arms around me and brought me close
to her in a gentle hug.  I felt heaviness in the pit of my stomach.

	I broke free of the embrace and took another generous slug of
the drink, pouring as much down my throat in a gulp as I dared.  I
slumped onto the bed, feeling drained.  Moon got on the bed behind me,
pulling on my shoulders slightly to encourage me to lie down.  I set
the bottle on the floor with care and lay alongside Moon.  I scrunched
down so my head was level to her neck, and she stretched her arm out
for me to lay my head on.  I curled up close to her, putting a leg
between hers and my arms around her body.  We were intertwined so
closely that our bellies touched, and I felt calmed by the contact. 

	Moon kissed me gently on the top of my head, brushing away a
wisp of hair.  She caressed my cheek as if I were a delicate flower
before lowering her hand to my chin and lifting my chin up for a
lingering kiss.  I closed my eyes and accepted the kiss, relaxing into
it.  It felt like she was relaxing into my soul as we clung to each
other.  She played with my hair as we kissed, her fingers weaving in
and out of the white tendrils of hair that framed my face.  She lifted
my hair off my neck and broke free of the kiss to kiss the side of my
neck, nipping at my skin with her teeth.  I sighed and relaxed into
her arms, my heavy eyelids closing.  She kissed my shoulder and pulled
away to brush her lips against mine.  I buried my face into her neck
and drifted off to a rest plagued with sweat and nightmares.

Part IV

	I lay on my back, not daring to move, for fear of awakening
the great beast of a headache that lurked in the darkest folds of my
mind.  I groaned quietly as I pried open a swollen eye.

	Moon heard my soft moan and turned on her side to face me,
kissing me softly on my forehead, whispering comforting words.  "Shhh,
shhh, it's all right."

	I groaned again.  "What a shitty night."  

She nodded in agreement, and stretched her arms out around me to pull
me close to her.  I turned on my side cautiously, propping my head up
on her upper arm and burying my nose in her soft skin.  A sigh caught
in my throat, and I swallowed the tears that rose when I thought of
the previous night's events.  

	I whispered, "I don't know why I even tried to lie to my mom
about us.  You can't hide love."  My body started to tremble.

	Moon just held me tighter, whispering about how everything was
going to work out, how everything was going to be just fine.  I closed
my eyes, drifting in a state of sleep that wasn't quite
unconsciousness, but not quite consciousness.  I tried to put last
night out of my mind.

	I intertwined my bare legs between Moon's, arching my body
closer to hers.  She felt warm and dry and comfortable, wearing only a
pair of panties and a small, thin T-shirt.  Her skin felt delicious
against mine.

	I started to become aroused, and with her leg pressed up
between my thighs, I knew she could feel the growing wetness through
my panties.  She smiled sleepily, and kissed my forehead, her hands
slipping underneath the covers to caress my breast through the fabric
of my t-shirt.  Her long fingers slowly rubbed my hardening nipple.  I
felt her moist lips move closer to my own, and I lifted my head up to
meet her in a hungry kiss.  We explored each other's mouths, the tip
of her tongue snaking into my mouth insistently, her body begging to
be taken by mine.  I accepted her tongue, my own moving to greet hers.
Her whole hand gripped my breast, massaging it with delicious slowness
as I shifted my legs around her.  She pushed her leg up between mine,
putting pressure on my clit, and I let out a slow sigh of pleasure.

	"Feeling better, honey?" she murmured into my ear, her hot
breath caressing my lobe.

	"Oh, yes," I said, gasping when she squeezed my taut nub
between her fingers.  My hand was caressing her waist before I ran my
hand down her thighs, marveling at the smooth feel of the skin
underneath my fingertips.  I traced the edge of her panties, pulling
slightly at the band and letting it snap back.  I let my fingers
travel downward to the sensitive inner thigh of her legs, feeling the
soft curve of pubic skin.  Her kiss grew more intense as I slipped my
finger along her inner thigh and under her panty, feeling the tender
skin around her pussy.  

	She was incredibly wet.  My fingers were slippery with her
juices, dancing across her bare skin.  Every millimeter closer to her
clit that I came, she'd push her thighs toward me ever so slightly--so
gently that she probably didn't even know she was doing it.  Her grip
on my breast tightened, and I arched my chest against her hand.  She
caressed the hard nipple as I gently ran my finger along her slit,
enjoying the sensation of warm nectar lubricating my finger.

	I slipped the tip of my finger inside her warm hole, and she
gasped into my mouth.  Her skin clenched around my fingertip like a
greedy baby's fist, gripping me tightly.  Her kiss became needy and
insistent, her warm lips nipping at mine, and my nipple was almost in
pain with her grip.  She released my breast and moved her hand to my
pussy, caressing it fleetingly before she slipped her hand underneath
my t-shirt to cup my bare breast in her hand.  I purred with
excitement and pressed my pussy against her thigh.  My pulse pounded
in my ears as I slid the entire length of my finger inside her.  My
thumb moved over her hard clit slowly, reveling in the feeling of the
small button underneath my finger.  She rotated her hips against me in
response, her leg pressing up and down harder against my own pussy.

	"Hey girls!"  Knocking at the door.  Moon and I separated
guiltily, untangling our bodies and pulling the covers up over us just
in time before Iris entered the room.  "I'm making breakfast.  Do you
want your eggs over easy or scrambled?"

	"Scrambled, please," I answered her, still trying to catch my
breath.

	"Over easy," Moon said, yawning.  I almost laughed out loud at
her obvious attempt to cover up what we'd just been doing, but managed
to cover it up with a grin.  Iris nodded her head, and said, "It'll
be, like, 15 minutes."  She jaunted merrily out of the room, and I
watched her with amusement.  "Is she always that perky?"

	Moon nodded, and made a face.  I sighed and laughed, kissing
her quickly on the lips.  "We should get up."

	She nodded, and kissed me back before she pushed the sheets
down and stood up.  She stretched her arms high above her head and
arched her neck.  I lay back against the pillow and admired the view
of her body, her legs bare and elongated with the stretch.  Her
stretching lifted her T-shirt above her panties, so you could see the
skin of her belly.  She was a delicious, appealing picture, and I felt
twinges of regret that Iris had picked that moment to enter the room.

	She relaxed, and smoothed her shirt down over her stomach.
"Well, you getting up?"

	"I'm having too much fun watching you," I murmured sleepily.

	She laughed and spun around in a circle, mock showing off, but
I used the opportunity to gaze at the way her buttocks rose underneath
her panties, creating a sexy ridge down the middle of the fabric.  I
admired how her ass gracefully sloped into her thighs, which
gracefully sloped into her long, rich legs.  She was aesthetically
pleasing, and my breath quickened in my throat.

What made her even more a vision of beauty was the rising sun coming
over the horizon and peeking through the window blinds, casting red
and gold tones of light all along her body.  Behind her, the light was
cast on the wall, the sun's golden rays tinting the entire room a
shade of aged yellow.  It looked like an old painting, Moon the
masterpiece. I sighed with voyeuristic bliss, and my heart welled up
with affection for her.  I looked at her with tender eyes, knowing
that even if I'd just lost my family and home, she was worth it.  She
was my best friend, she was my lover, and I knew I loved her.