She would wake with Skye's eager young tongue lapping her to orgasm and fall asleep exhausted the same way. And all through their waking hours Skye would be touching her — swimming with her, feeding her, combing her hair, bathing her, dressing her in whatever shell-necklace or seaweed skirt she'd made, behaving like a teenager caught in the grip of her first infatuation.
Dee, following Peter's directive to act from her nature, graciously accepted all the tender caresses and enthusiastic lovemaking Skye had to offer. And in overcoming her own taboos, she’d experienced the exhilaration of having another woman to touch, taste and explore.
Skye's scent, especially, would remain with Dee as long as she lived. Oceanic blonde with the faintest undertone of red — the breath of her lively temper.
As usual Skye was determined to please 'her Wendee' and once she'd started, a blissful languor seemed to rob Dee of the willpower to stop her. Her hand still trailed in the lagoon, fingers drifting in the cool, silky water, but above, her body trembled with the heat her lover had awoken.
Skye had kissed her way around the outside of Dee's thigh and down one leg. Then after giving each toe the attention of an enraptured gourmet, had started back up the inside, spreading her 'breakfast's' legs in the process.
Dee had never had her toes sucked, never had the spaces between them tongued until she could feel the her own mouth tingling with the heat of her response, never had the arches of her feet kissed or her ankles nibbled — never realised feet were so erogenous.
Skye had revealed all these things to her, and many, many more.
Dee felt the lips touch her inner thigh and heard herself panting — explosive. One touch…
'I'm so hungry,' Skye growled. 'I'm going to eat you alive.'
Dee tensed, preparing for the pounce. Her thighs trembled, poised on the brink and she felt movement, but it was only Skye's hair sliding over her waiting sex-flesh, heightening the anticipation until Dee thought she would faint from it.
Her head was light and she was panting so hard she'd hyperventilate soon if…
'Maybe a snack first.'
Dee felt the lightest touch — a tongue? — against the sensitive flesh and she shuddered, but it was tenuous and erratic, lapping here, sliding there, all the time avoiding the part of her that throbbed to be touched, the part that would only need the slightest -
'Pretty little stamen,' Skye breathed against it, and warm air on moist flesh surprised Dee again with its effect. She felt closer, dizzier. 'How it trembles to be tasted,' Skye said, and touched it then with the lightest pressure imaginable. Dee's thighs shook and she almost… 'But the petals are so delicious, I think I'll devour them first,' and tormentingly, Skye went back to randomly flicking and teasing the surrounding flesh.
Under, and above the water, Dee's fingers clenched into fists. 'Skye, don't do this to me. Please…' She ached for a man then, for the hard thrusting of a penis to slam into her and drive her over the edge. She wanted to feel his weight against her body, pressing on her breasts, his tongue driving into her mouth until…
'Xavion,' she breathed and felt Skye's mouth close over her 'stamen', devouring it at last in a series of strong rhythmic sucks.
Dee felt only the first.
After that her muscles went into spasm and she was lost. Air and water were indistinguishable, hot and cold, dry and wet, touch and no touch — all smashing together and then flying apart, repelling each other like magnetic opposites — positive and negative, matter and anti-matter, woman and man.
Man and woman…
Her mind stuck on that last thought as the shower of sparks that accompanied her orgasm tingled her from scalp to toenails.
Woman and man. Man and woman. She was still dizzy, warm and disorientated when Skye crept up and laid her head between her breasts, toying with one.
'What does it feel like?' she asked a minute later. 'With a man?'
'A man?' Dee echoed, giving herself time to gather her splintered thoughts. Was Skye jealous of her previous lovers or merely curious? She raised her dry hand to smooth the girl's hair. 'It's different,' she hedged.
'Better?'
Dee thought about that. She couldn't remember an orgasm as explosive as the one she'd just experienced, and with Skye it only got better. But there was more to lovemaking than muscle spasm.
She shrugged. 'Just… different.'
'How?'
Dee sighed. Skye was relentless when she wanted to know something. 'Well, they smell different for a start. Solid somehow. Earthy.' She frowned. 'Like a hot canvas scent. Women smell more of air and water. More… floral.'
There was a pause before Skye said, 'I see.'
Dee wondered if she should have been more specific. 'I like the slight roughness of a man's hands and the feel of his body lying over me — '
Skye's head came up. 'I'm lying over you.' The fiord blue eyes were showing green and Dee suddenly understood what the cross-examination was about.
'Their bodies are different too of course,' she went on, warming to the subject. 'Hairier. Harde r.' She prodded Skye's breasts from the sides and was rewarded by a low growl. 'And there's something about a man's strength that makes me feel protected.'
'What sort of submissive bullshit is that?' Skye reared back.
'I was just trying to explain — '
'I can protect you as well as any man.' Up on her knees now, Skye loomed over Dee with all beauty and fury of an indignant Valkyrie. 'It's that Champion you want isn't it? With his big cock and his arrogant eyes,' she seethed. 'The next time I see him I'll — '
Dee grabbed Skye's waist and rolled them both into the lagoon. Clear blue water enveloped them and it cooled Dee's body, refreshing her mind.
Skye, however, came up spluttering. 'Don't think you can distract me because I…'
Employing Tony's strategy, Dee leant forward and kissed Skye where they stood, chest deep in the sparkling water. As she'd expected, the girl calmed instantly. Dee stroked her smooth, dripping hair and Skye melted against her, offering her soft, deliciously full lips and the earnestness of her pleasure.
Again, Dee was filled with the wonder of this same-sex union and she thanked Peter silently for his benevolence and his wisdom. So often had she done this, that it now had the flavour of a ritual prayer.
'You kiss so well,' Skye said when they both stopped for air.
'I practice,' Dee replied smiling.
'With men of course.'
'Of course.' Dee licked her lips. 'I've kissed all the Lost Boys. Except for Mack.'
'Which one was he? The homosexual? Or the knife one?' Skye loved listening to Dee's stories.
'Mack was the one with the knife,' Dee confirmed, stroking one of Skye's prominent cheekbones. 'The one who looks as though he should be your brother.'
'So who do you like to kiss the best?' Skye tried for a confident smirk but it didn't quite reach her eyes.
Dee pretended to consider the question. 'Well, Tony and Josh certainly put a lot of effort in, and Christophe kisses like an angel but I think if you're talking about natural talent, Xavion would have to be the best.' She paused to sigh, letting her eyes go a little misty. Beneath her hands Skye's trembling increased. 'He has the most marvellous tongue. Not to mention other pieces of his anatomy -
'
'I'll cut it off!'
Skye lurched out of her arms and after a startled second, Dee found she couldn't hold onto her laughter any longer.
Skye looked at her in astonishment. 'You're teasing me.'
'I couldn't resist.' Dee tried to look apologetic. 'You're so scrumptious when your angry.'
'You don't want his cock?'
'Well…'
