Moon  [f/f rom]

	"Yeah, I want to fuck you like an animal..."

	I turned down the radio as I approached the house, creeping
slowly along the street.  I honked as I pulled into the driveway.  The
floodlights came on, illuminating the black night as I turned off the
engine.  The house was dark, except for a flickering light in a
window.  I frowned.  Moon must have lit some candles--she must have
planned a romantic night!  My mouth formed into a slow grin as I
imagined what tonight would be like.  I got out and slammed the car
door shut, striding to the door, unable to contain my excitement.

	There was a note on the door and a small shoebox on the porch.
Written in Moon's flowery pen was,

	"Hello, darling.  Please put on the dress and the heels in the
box at your feet, and then come to my room.  -Your Lover"

	I bent over to pick up the box and made my way inside.  The
air was filled with a fragrant scent -- she'd cooked something, and
whatever it was, it smelled delicious.  My stomach rumbled as I closed
the door behind me, pulling the cover off of the cardboard box.
Inside was a black dress made out of a silky material -- it would feel
nice against my skin.  I gasped when I pulled it out to look at it.  

It was absolutely gorgeous.  It looked to be about floor length, if
not a little more.  It had spaghetti straps that flowed into a low
scoop neck that would show a daring amount of cleavage -- perhaps as
low as a few inches above my nipples.  I wouldn't be able to wear a
bra with this dress, and everything would be clearly visible because
the dress was made to fit tight around my curves, cinching at the
waist and hugging my hips gently before it draped all the way down to
my feet.  There was a long slit along the side beginning at my thigh
and snaking along the entire length of the gown's leg.  I whistled at
the beauty of this dress and stripped off my clothes in a second,
eager to put it on.  

	I slipped the dress over my head, reveling in the sensation of
the cool silk against my skin.  It made me feel sexy -- that was
probably what Moon had in mind when she bought it.  I found a pair of
matching black high heels with hosiery in the bottom of the box, and I
slipped my legs into the hose, pulling them up to my thighs, and then
pulled on the heels.  I looked into the living room mirror.  I ran my
hand through my hair self-consciously, wishing that I had a brush or
something.  I looked down at my outfit and smoothed the dress down
over my hips, and started to walk down the hallway to Moon's room,
swaying my hips slightly.  I couldn't help it -- the dress made me
feel unbelievably sexy and desirable.  I felt as if my breasts were
firmer and rounder, and I felt as if my thighs were longer.  The slit
in the dress swished against my legs, the fabric rubbing against me,
making me feel even more naughty.  I swayed my hips as I walked to
Moon's room, reveling in the sensation of the smooth, fluid-like
fabric flowing around my body.

	The sound of soft music leaked through the door.  I stood
there nervously for a second before I turned the brass doorknob and
opened the creaking door slowly, sticking my head inside.  The entire
room was illuminated by nearly a hundred candles, their flickering
light reflecting on the walls.  The candles were arranged
strategically around the room, set up on the dresser, the bedside
table, the floor, and the window seat.  The romantic setting was
enhanced by music playing faintly in the background -- slow, classical
tunes.

	There was a table in the middle of the room, about five by
three feet, and covered with a draping white cloth.  The candlelight
flickered beautifully off of the tablecloth, the light and shadow
dancing with each other against the white fabric.  There were two
candles on the table surrounding a blazing glass oil lamp.  The table
was set with two tall wine glasses and a bottle of burgundy wine, fine
china dishes with steaming fettuccine alfredo and spaghetti with
meatballs, split evenly in half along the middle of the plates.  There
were bowls and plates on the table with more food.  My stomach rumbled
and groaned in hunger as I inhaled the delicious smell of the meal
Moon had prepared.

	But that's not what caught my attention.  What attracted my
gaze, after looking at the candles and the table, was Moon.  She had a
shy smile as well as a long, sweeping pearl-colored gown.  The
neckline dipped daringly low, allowing me to see the curving edge of
her supple breast.  The sleeves of her gown ran down past her
knuckles, ending in white lace.  The gown followed the curves of her
hips, hugged her body tightly and relaxed its grip as it ran down her
leg.  I nearly choked on my breath, she was so beautiful.  Her hair
flowed down around her, just the way I liked it. 

	The spell was broken temporarily when she moved towards me.
Her eyes moved up and down my body, admiring my form.  She smiled, her
soft crimson lips parting slightly as she wrapped her arms around my
waist, pulling me close for a kiss.  She caressed my waist slowly, and
dropped her hand down to my ass, squeezing it lightly as we kissed.
Her lips were soft, sucking my own with a gentle nibble, and her
lavender scent was dizzying.  I melted into her arms, wrapping my arms
around her and letting her control our kiss.  

	We finally parted with a blissful sigh.  She looked deep into
my eyes and took my hand in hers.  She looked down, running her thumb
along my knuckles.  I felt almost wanton, wanting to give my body to
her right that instant.  There was a damp spot on my panties that I
could feel every time I moved or shifted my feet.  She lifted her hand
and bowed her head, and kissed me slowly on the back of my hand, her
full lips wet from our kiss.  I smiled at her, my knees and stomach
growing weak.  She lifted her head and wordlessly led me to the table.
She pulled out a chair for me, and I sat down on the plush seat.  She
took her own seat across the table from me and we gazed at each other
for a few minutes, her eyes smoldering with lust.  I'm sure mine were,
also.  

	She lifted a wine goblet, and I took the cue, lifting mine as
well.  The dark liquid bubbled inside the tall goblet.  Moon cleared
her throat and said softly, "This is to five months of love, and to
well over a year and a half of companionship."

	I smiled affectionately, looking straight at her.  "It doesn't
feel like five months to me.  It feels like it was just yesterday that
I walked into my room nude..."

	She laughed, remembering.  "Time flies when you're having
fun."

	I nodded in agreement.  I brought the glass to my mouth,
sipping the bitter wine slowly.  She took a small drink from her
goblet, and set it down to pick up her fork and spoon.  Which reminded
me -- 

	"Moon, dinner looks just delicious.  How long did you spend
making it?  This is all so nice..."

	She blushed.  "Honey, I'd spend days preparing you a dinner if
I thought it'd make you happy.  Not that long, but the rest of it..." 

	"Yeah.  This is great, Moon.  Thank you."

	She dipped her head to deliver a steaming morsel to her mouth.
I looked down and decided that it was about time I devoured my meal.
I picked up a fork and speared the fettuccine with it, wrapping it
around the prongs of the fork.  When the hot food entered my mouth, I
slipped off into ecstasy.  

	"MOON!  This is wonderful!"

	"Thank you," she replied, pleased.  "There's more -- I've got
enough for the entire family here.  Plus some fry bread for dessert."

	I groaned inwardly, knowing that I'd be bursting out of my
dress by the time the meal ended.  I took another slow drink of the
wine and looked up at Moon.  The light of the oil lamp flickered off
of her face, creating long dancing shadows.  She did look absolutely
gorgeous tonight.  I watched her, her lips parting to take another
bite of food.  Suddenly, self-consciously, I looked down, and
continued to eat my meal.

	"So, can you believe we're graduating?" Moon asked between
bites.

	I shook my head.  "Seems like forever yet seems like no time
has passed since we were freshmen."

	Moon laughed.  "I'm glad to be getting out.  I want to get out
into the world, get a job, settle down somewhere.  I wanted to go to
college, but you know Mom can't afford to send me.  And they say
Native-Americans can get free college if..."

	"Yeah, I know.  Why don't you do that?"

	She sighed.  "We can't find any proof, any written documents.
Both my grandparents are dead, and none of my aunts or uncles have
anything.  So, I guess I'm screwed."

	I shrugged.  "Not necessarily.  If you save up enough money,
you could.  And there are scholarships and stuff.  And you know I'd
help you with money if I had any to spare, but I don't even know if
I'm going to college now, because of..."

	"Yeah.  How much do you have saved up?"

	Frowning, I answered, "About nine thousand dollars.  That's
barely enough to get me through one class for one year."

	Her face was apologetic.  "Your parents have all the money?"

	I nodded.  "My mother is still being a bitch, but if I talked
to my dad I'm sure he'd pull the money out for me."

	She set her fork down and reached for her goblet, taking
another drink.  "Why haven't you talked to him, then?  I mean, your
mom might be harsh, but he is on your side.  I wish you'd at least
take his calls... it has been a long time."

	I felt guilty at her words, and deep inside my gut, I missed
my father terribly.  I looked down at my plate and shoved a big bite
of spaghetti in my mouth, swallowing it in a large lump.  Moon winced.
"I'm sorry, we won't talk about that.  It's your night, Janet."

	I shrugged.  "It's no big deal, really.  I guess I should talk
to him."

	"Well, like I said, we won't talk about it.  What do you think
you'll do for the summer?"

	I'd thought about moving out with Moon and getting an
apartment with her, but I hadn't seriously discussed it with her, so I
figured I would bring it up now.  "Was thinking about getting an
apartment with you, living close to downtown.  That way I can keep our
expenses low with gas because it's close to my job and probably will
be close to yours."

	She nodded slowly, a contemplative look on her face.  "That's
something along the lines of what I was thinking.  I've got a bit of
cash saved up, too.  Are you going to get a new job for the summer?"

	My head snapped up from surprise, and I swallowed the
fettuccine quickly.  "Why would I?"

	"You said you weren't happy at that bookstore you're working
at - what's the name of it?  Jacoby's?"  

	I nodded.  "Jocundry's.  I'm not happy there, but I've got
seniority.  I've worked there for over 2 years, you know, so I might
get a raise or even a small management position this summer."

	"Yeah, but can you stand working eight to ten hours a day
there?" I groaned loudly at her statement.  "Shelving books and filing
reports and filling out sales slips..."

	"Enough!" I interrupted with a laugh.  "Thought this was my
night?  Anyway, when are you getting a new job?"

	She adjusted the oil lamp, tilting the shade over to the side.
"I applied at the Saper Art Galleries downtown.  I'm going to wait for
them to call back before I apply anywhere else, though."

	"That's a smart idea," I agreed.  "So we'll be together this
summer?"

	She lifted her goblet up to me to toast.  I clinked our
glasses together, and she looked at me with soft eyes, smiling.
"We'll always be together, Janet.  I love you more than anything.  I
know I don't say it much, but it's true."

	I flushed, a warm feeling growing through my body.  I leaned
closer to her, putting my forearms on the table, and whispered, "Moon,
you're the only one for me.  You're the only one forever.  I love you
too, and you don't need to tell me you love me often, because you show
it to me so many ways.  I mean, look at tonight.  You must have spent
hours preparing this for us."

	Her lips grew in a wide smile.  She reached out and took my
hand in her warm hand, her fingernails digging into me slightly as she
shifted it.  I squeezed her hand tightly, and my heart swelled
slightly.  I could feel my love for Moon radiating throughout the
room, and she could feel it too.  We just sat there for a few minutes,
holding hands, and looking at each other with smoldering lust in our
eyes.  An impulse overtook me.  I considered it for maybe a second,
thinking about the ramifications of what I was going to say, and then
discarded all my concerns.  I brought Moon's hand to my mouth, kissing
it.  She chuckled and wriggled in her seat, leaning closer to me. 

	"Moon, will you marry me?"

	Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open in shock.  After she
sat bewildered for a second, she snapped her jaw back up and her mouth
widened in a huge grin.

	"Oh, Janet, of course I will!"

	We both stood up at the same time and rushed to each other.  I
enveloped her in a tight hug.  Tears of joy filled my eyes, and they
overflowed as I buried my head in Moon's shoulder, kissing her and
choking words of love. She sniffled, too, and held me tighter.

	"I know it's a little unconventional, but..."

	Moon shushed me, whispering into my ear, "We'll talk about it
later.  Let's just enjoy the mood now."  

I laughed and lifted my hand up from around Moon to wipe a tear off my
cheek.  We stood there, holding each other, for about five minutes.
Finally, I broke free of the embrace to give her a light kiss on the
lips.  She wrapped her hands around my waist, pressing her body
against mine, as her lips grew more needy and hungry for me.  I
surrendered to her insistent kiss, my hands finding her waist.  I slid
my hand down her waist, feeling her firm, warm skin through the silky
opalescent fabric.  I trembled just the slightest, moaning quietly
into Moon's mouth when she ran her hand up my body and cupped my
breast.  I arched my body into her hand in response, and moved my own
hand to her stomach, feeling the soft pad of flesh briefly before
dipping my hand low to her mons.  I stroked her pubis gently, working
my way slowly down to her clit.  I massaged her clit slowly, feeling
the hard nub roll under my fingertips.  She gasped at the touch and
kissed me harder, her fingernails digging into my arm.

	I pushed her towards the bed, lowering her supple body onto
the soft mattress.  She scooted up, laying her head down onto the
pillow, and I got up on top of her, pulling my skirt up so I could
straddle her lower stomach.  She put her hands on my buttocks,
squeezing my cheeks in passion.  I ground my pussy against her just a
little bit, and leaned down to kiss her again.  She lifted her hands
from my ass, and moved her hands to my breasts, squeezing them before
taking hold of the spaghetti straps of my gown and pushing them down
past my shoulders.  I sat up for a moment, shaking the straps down
past my arms, and the dress became a silk heap around my waist.  I
frowned and got to my feet, bending my knees so I wouldn't fall over
on the mattress.  I lifted my arms, crossing them, and then took grip
of the spaghetti straps and carefully lifted the gown up over my head.
Then I tossed it over the side of the bed, letting it fall on the
floor.  She smiled at the sight of my nude chest and slim-cut panties,
and reached up to my bare nipples, her nimble fingers massaging them
with excruciating slowness.  I gasped and sank down into her arms
again, my skin rubbing against her silken dress.  

	I kissed her again, letting my tongue dart out to taste her
lips before I left her lips to kiss her on her neck.  I nipped at the
swell of her neck, my wet lips caressing her warm skin.  She moaned
deep in her throat, her rumble of pleasure reverberating into the skin
of my lips.  I worked lower, licking and kissing the hollow of her
neck between where her shoulder blades met.  I followed the curve of
her shoulder, and then returned to my original path.  Her fingers
tightened on my nipple, and she sighed blissfully when I kissed her on
her upper torso.  I stopped there -- I had to, her dress was still on.
She cupped my breast and lifted her head up to kiss me on my neck.  I
pulled away from her, urging her body up with mine.  I reached my arms
around her and found a zipper, pulling it down with a zrrrrrp! sound.
She swayed her body from side to side, letting the dress slip down
around her waist.  She also wasn't wearing a bra, and I touched her
stiff nipples longingly.  I lifted my body up from hers so she could
push her waist up, allowing her to push her dress down past her hips
and kick it off uninhibited.  The dress flew across the room as I dove
down, kissing her with an eagerness and passion driven by the slow
buildup of the past few hours.  

	I fondled her breasts gently, feeling the soft curve of her
full breasts, reveling in the way the curves sloped out quickly and
met at the puckered nipples.  I dropped my head down to her chest and
put my mouth on her hard nub, running my tongue around the
circumference of the stiff tip.  My fingers teased her stomach gently,
working their way slowly to her pussy.  She groaned again and put her
hands on my head, pressing me harder to her areola.  I clamped my
teeth down on her nipple, suckling it greedily.  

	"Oh, Janet... Touch my pussy..." she breathed, her voice laced
with desire.  I did as she bade me, running my fingers down her
fleshy, bare mons.  I nibbled at her breast one last time before
leaving it to travel west, kissing and nibbling along her chest.  I
let my lips wander down her belly, licking her teasingly.  She moaned
as I let my wet tongue probe inside her belly button and travel still
lower.  I opened my mouth wide and devoured her mons, letting my
tongue flick back and forth.  Her moans were louder now, and she
thrust her groin up at me, her body begging me to continue.  I rubbed
her clit softly, letting the slow fire I knew was burning inside her
build as I licked and sucked at her mound, getting closer and closer
to her clit.  She writhed in pleasure beneath my tongue, her moans
loud and insistent.  

	I licked at my fiancé's hot clit, the dizzying aroma of her
pussy making my own damp.  I let the tip of my tongue tease her clit,
flicking it back and forth, when suddenly I let my tongue go off of
the end of her button into her lubricated slit.  I moaned softly when
I tasted her sweet nectar.  I made the tip of my tongue rigid, and
slipped it into her slit.  I worked my tongue up and down, slowly
massaging her.  When I'd reach her pussy hole, I'd start to force the
tip inside.  Moon would moan and grip my head tighter, and I'd relax
my tongue and leave her hole, continuing to massage her slit.  

	"Oh, God..." She wailed when I let my teeth cover her clit.  I
rubbed her clit between my teeth and ran my tongue along the tip.  I
made my lips form an O around her clit and sucked softly, with a
rhythm that matched the bucking of her hips.  With each thrust she
made, I'd intensify the suction that my lips made, until finally, she
shuddered and shouted my name out.  Her legs went up into the air as
she lifted her body up off of the bed, sitting almost straight up.
Her head was tilted back and her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she
went into convulsion after convulsion.

	"Oh, Janet, oh God, oh, ohhhhh.."

	Her cries grew weaker and her body lowered to the sheets, inch
by inch, until she finally collapsed, her mouth still open and her
eyes closed.  I licked her cum from my lips, savoring the sweet taste.
I lifted my face off her, and moved up on top of her, straddling her
again.  I could hear her breathing hard through her mouth.  She gave
one last groan before she rolled her head to look at me.  There was a
satiated smile on her lips, and she lifted her arms to pull my body
down for a kiss.  Her tongue flicked out on my lips, tasting her cum.
The kiss only served to make the warmth that was spread through my
belly heat up drastically, and I moaned into her mouth, thrust my
pelvis against her body.  I wanted her to know how much she turned me
on.

	She drew away from me, and ran her fingers through my hair.
She kissed me on my cheek and whispered into my ear, "I love you,
Janet."

	I smiled.  "I love you too."

	She nibbled and sucked at my ear and released her fingers from
my hair, letting her hands drop down to my thighs.  "I've got a
surprise for you, Janet..." she said in a seductive voice.  "I got it
at the strip club outside town."

	My excitement mounted, and I ground my pussy against her once
more.  "I'm intrigued."

	She giggled.  "Open the bedside table middle drawer.. no, the
other side... Yeah.  It's in the shoebox."

	I rummaged through the drawer for a few seconds, frowning when
I didn't find what I wanted.  Suddenly, my hand hit cardboard, and I
lifted the lid off the shoebox.  Inside was a pair of... black rubber
panties?

	I lifted the panties, and a dildo fell out.  I moved my hand
to catch it, but it hung suspended in the air.  My eyes narrowed in
puzzlement until I realized that it was a strapon dildo, attached to
the panties.  My jaw dropped, and I widened my eyes in realization.
	
	"Oh! Moon!"

	She gave me an evil smile and reached up to tweak my nipple.
"It's a trip, isn't it?"

	I nodded.  "Hell... this has been a fantasy of mine for so
long.  How did you know?"

	She shrugged.  "I figured you'd be interested in exploring
that particular avenue.  Besides, I wonder myself what it's like to
have a beautiful girl riding your 8 inch cock."

	I erupted into helpless laughter, and couldn't stop.  I said,
giggling between words, "Ok, hang on, I'll put it on."  

I started to get up off of her when she stopped me, pulling me down
close to her.  She kissed me hard, and said, "No, I'll put it on.  You
deserve an orgasm after what you just did to me."

	I leaned down again to brush my lips against hers.  Her tongue
licked my lips, and I relaxed my body against hers, savoring her sweet
taste.  She wrapped her arms around me and held me close as she kissed
me.  Her hand moved up to rub my nipple.  My flesh hardened against
her palm, and I groaned, arching my body against her.  She broke the
kiss, urging me to move up, and I did.  When my breast was in range,
she covered it with her mouth, her tongue soft and relaxed against my
stiff nub.  She swirled her tongue around my entire areola and I felt
the heat at my groin intensify suddenly.  I gasped and pushed my pussy
against her mound, my clit undulating against her firm body.  Her
mouth was gentle and soft, slowly drawing me into the warmth of
advanced arousal.  My mouth was open and my breathing hard, and I
uttered a slow moan as I felt her hand travel down my stomach and
mound, and her fingers find my clit and rub it with excruciating
slowness.

	She drew her hand away from me when I uttered lustful sounds,
and her lips left mine.  She sat up and took the rubber panties and
dildo that were still clutched tightly in my hand from me.  I rolled
off of her so she could put them on.  She slipped them over her feet,
and pulled them up to her hips, wriggling and squirming to have them
on all the way.  Finally, they were on, and I couldn't help but laugh
when I saw them.  A hard plastic cock protruded proudly from her sex.
It was nearly nine inches long and two inches thick.  Rivulets and
veins ran along it, meeting at a mushroom head at the tip.  I rolled
over again to kneel between her legs, and reached out to touch it.
The dildo felt smooth and cool under my fingers, and I shivered to
myself when I thought of how it'd feel plunged into my depths, being
driven in and out by Moon.  Smiling teasingly at her, I licked my lips
and leaned over, kissing the dildo, and slipped its mushroom tip in my
mouth.  She put her hands on my head, her fingers weaving in my hair,
as I slid half of the dildo's length in my mouth, bobbing my mouth up
and down on it.  I traveled up to the head, running my tongue around
the tip quickly before letting it fall out of my mouth.  

Scooting up to put my breast in her mouth again, I felt her put her
hands on my ass as she accepted my nipple.  She made her mouth into a
tight O ring and sucked my nipple with an unerring rhythm, and then
she moved her hand down to my pussy.  Her fingertip brushed against my
clit, and a shiver of electricity passed through my body when she
pressed against it and moved her finger from side to side, massaging
it.  She let her finger travel to my slit, and a slow sigh of bliss
escaped my mouth when she swirled her finger in my wet juices.  I
gripped her nipple between the fingers of one hand and squeezed the
dildo in the other.  She slid her fingertip into my pussy and nibbled
my nipple harder at the same time, and I moaned her name.  

I felt as though I were on fire, and I twisted against her, trying to
get her to finger me harder.  Without warning, she took her mouth off
my breast and removed her finger from my twitching hole.  She held my
hips with her steady hands, pushing me up slightly.  I understood what
she wanted, and straddled her, the dildo pressed between our bodies.
I pulled apart my pussy lips and spread them across the dildo,
groaning at the pressure that it gave my bare sex.  She gripped my ass
tightly as I slid back and forth on the dildo.  She caressed me,
squeezing my breasts and running her palm over my mons, before she
reached under me and tugged at the dildo.  I lifted my body up and she
held the dildo up at full mast, positioning it at the entrance of my
love tunnel.  I gasped, leaning over to take Moon's nipple in my
mouth.  The hardness of the nipple only inflamed my desire as she slid
the dildo inside me.  I pushed myself down on it, eager to take all of
it into me.  She rocked her hips upward, the dildo working in and out
of my pussy with every thrust.  I groaned, the sensations of the dildo
pushing against my bones and stretching my skin working together to
push the pleasure, which had been building for the last hour, closer
and closer to the edge of orgasm.

She moved her hand up from the base of the dildo to my clit and played
with the hard nub of need.  She massaged me, moving her finger from
the edge of my clit at my snatch's entrance to the edge of my clit at
the bottom of my mons.  Her fingers worked back and forth as she drove
her piston inside me, until finally she bottomed out inside me.  I sat
there for a few minutes, my pussy clutching at the hard mass inside of
me.  I tilted my head back as I started to ride her with a slow
rhythm, accumulating speed with every harmonized thrust we made.  Her
mouth was open and she was breathing hard, turned on by my gyrations.
Shock waves of pleasure coursed through me as her digit worked harder
at my clit and the dildo pushed into me deeper.

"Oh my god, Moon..." I cried, squeezing my eyes shut as my orgasm
thundered closer and closer to me.  

She fucked me harder, slamming her hips against me, and squeezed my
ass cheeks as she moved me back and forth on her.  Suddenly, the world
exploded in pleasure, and I screamed as my orgasm overtook me.  My
body stiffened and I arched my back, gasping her name.  I was so
absorbed in pleasure that I couldn't rock back and forth on the dildo,
so she did it for me, synchronizing the thrust of her dildo into my
pussy with the thrust of her finger against my clit, flying me to
higher plateaus of sweet orgasm.  Finally, my trembles and shudders
ceased, and I felt the fire drain out of my body in the same manner
that the juices from my orgasm were trickling out of my body.  

I gave a moan of post-orgasmic pleasure, soft and long, and collapsed
into her arms.  Her hard breathing tickled my ear, and I turned my
head to kiss her on the cheek.  Her face was beaded with sweat, and I
realized that our bodies were slippery with the moisture from the heat
of our lovemaking.  I listened to my heart pound in my ears as she
wrapped her arms around me and whispered into my ear that she loved
me, and we fell asleep that way, our bodies one.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke, my body still mounted on
top of hers and the dildo still embedded deep inside of me.  I sat up
on her, and withdrew the dildo from my pussy, shivering slightly at
the sensations that it made as it rubbed against my walls on the way
out.  She stirred and opened her eyes sleepily, stretching against the
blankets.  I admired her smooth body in the dying candlelight -- only
a few of the candles were still alight, most of them burnt out as
their wax had been melted away.

"What you wake up for?" she murmured, tugging at my forearms.  

I leaned down and she kissed me, her hands running down my body,
pausing to squeeze my flesh in a few select areas.  Her lips were warm
in contrast to the cool breeze that wafted in from the window and
washed over our bodies.  It was silent, the only sound being the soft
chirping of crickets in the night.

"My fiancée," I whispered to Moon, kissing her again.  She smiled and
turned on her side to face me, stretching her arms and legs.  She took
my hands in hers and held them close to her, pressing them against her
chest.  She bent down to kiss my forearms.

"How are we going to do this?" she whispered, her eyes wide.

"I don't know.  I've never been to a lesbian wedding," I replied,
frowning.  "I'm not sure how we'd arrange it."

"I have," she whispered back.  "My aunt, when she remarried.  They did
it like husband-and-wife style, with my aunt dressed in a tux and my
aunt's wife dressed in a gown."

I laughed.  "So who's wearing the tux?"

"I want to wear a wedding dress," she replied, looking deep into my
eyes, almost asking my permission to wear a gown.

"You can wear a dress, hon, that's no problem.  I'd like to wear one
too, though."

She lifted her head up, a broad grin taking over her face.  "We can
both wear one."

"Okay."

We lay in silence for a few minutes, looking at each other.  I
released her hands and reached up to cradle her face, stretching my
neck to kiss her.

"Janet?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't think we're too young?"

I didn't answer for a second, then I opened my mouth to speak.  "I
don't think so.  We're 17, but we're graduating next week, and we'll
be living together on our own, so..."

She frowned, her big brown eyes searching mine.  "I'm kind of scared.
It won't be legal and your mom will refuse to go."

I sighed and drew her close to me, holding her to my chest.  "It'll be
all right.  I love you.  Everything will work out fine." 

She snuggled closer to me, letting me comfort her.  A thought occurred
to me.  "Moon?"

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"Were Iris and your aunt like... officially married?"

"Not legally.  I guess they considered themselves married in spirit.
They were together for 11 years."

I frowned, doing the math.  "Your mom and dad have been divorced for
13 years."

She nodded in response.

"And your mom and aunt have been separated for...?"

"Two years."

"Oh.  So your mom was with her before she left your dad."

"For a year."

I started to giggle, and said between titters, "I can just imagine
Iris saying, 'Hey honey, I'm divorcing you, would you like to meet my
new fiancée?' and your dad saying, "That dirty bastard!  I'll...'"

Her face grew dark as she followed a distant thread of thought to the
edges of her mind.  "My dad fired a shotgun at my mom when she
divorced him."

I winced.  "Oh.  He wasn't happy."

"He was drunk."

	She had a gloomy look in her eyes for a second, and then shook
it off with a chuckle.  "He's always drunk."  I laughed with her
uneasily, and squeezed her arm, offering my reassurance.  

	"I don't really believe in divorce, so if I was your dad, I
would have been like, 'I'll let you go on _one_ condition... Menage a
trois!'  You know, might as well get as much out of it as you can!" I
joked, nuzzling her nose.  She grinned at me broadly.  

	"There's an idea."

	"What?"

	"Threesome."

	I frowned, the corner of my mouth betraying my mask of
indifference as it trembled upward into the beginnings of a laugh.
"You want to have a threesome?  Why?  Men are disgusting," I joked.

	She blushed and darted her eyes away from mine.  "Never mind."

	I rolled the idea around in my mind, tasting it and feeling it
in my brain.  "Maybe.  I heard that they can fuck up relationships."

	"Just forget it," she whispered to me, pulling a tendril of
hair toward her face.  I followed, and her lips greeted me in a giving
kiss.  I forgot about it as she moved her kiss to the edge of my
mouth, letting the gentle moistness of her full lips caress me where
my mouth met my face.  Her breathing was soft and steady, and the slow
rhythm calmed me.

I caressed her slowly, letting my hand run over the slopes and hills
of her body.  She shivered slightly in my arms, and I reached down
past my ankles to pull a thick quilt that was folded at the foot of
the bed over us.

Underneath the blanket, I pulled at the band of the rubber panties
that rested on Moon's waist, and she helped me pull off the strap-on
dildo.  Her skin was hot and sweaty where the panties had been, and I
ran my hand along it, feeling the abnormal smoothness of her skin.  I
laughed softly in her ear and nibbled the lobe.  She sighed and
stretched her body along mine, kissing me along my jawbone.  I could
hear the soft swelling rhythm of her breathing, and I rolled off of
her to put my head on her chest just above the swell of her breast.
Her chest rose and fell with every breath, and if I listened hard, I
could faintly hear her heart beating.  My eyes fell closed as the
steady beat of her heart faded into my subconscious, and we slept
holding each other until the next morning.