Hope a Little Longer

"Sarah." I said, It was all I could do, I needed some way to tell her, but I didn't have the words.

She seemed to understand and I felt the strong muscle pushing up through my lips, ever so slowly, tasting me, savoring me, curling around and over the raised bump of my clit. She wrapped her arms around my hips, pulled me hard toward her and wriggled her head, nestling her chin into me and wiping me over her face, the pressure as she did so a perfect contrast to the activity of her mouth. Her tongue slipped rapidly over me barely making contact at first and then by increments she increased the pressure and licked around either side, teasing me out to her and then flicking the rigid tip of her tongue feather light over the exposed super-sensitive nerve-rich surface. Even as my composure started to fail and I gave myself over to her some tiny compartmentalised section of my mind continued to take in the details, gather the information, determined that I would learn how to do this for my lover too.

Endlessly rising ripples of pleasure undulated out from her mouth and through my body in wave after wave, each building on the last until they merged into a single overwhelming whole, the nervous equivalent of a hurricane. My fists were clenched around handfuls of the sheets, pinning me to the bed and Sarah's arms like shackles clamped her tight onto me, holding her in place so that she could focus on her work. I can't even describe the sounds I was making but they obviously made sense to Sarah as she used them to perfect her movements and push me inexorably past my capacity. When I came I don't think i passed out, it was only that all other sensory input was such a pale shadow of what she was doing to me that it was beneath my notice for a while.

Eventually hunger drove us from our bed, and after breakfast and showers it was also hunger of a sort which drove us back again. I learned to make love to Sarah with my mouth and what, to start with, I lacked in experience I think I made up for with my dedication to the task. That day and then next were centred around our mutual devotion both physically and emotionally.

Whenever I looked around to see her near me, which was often, i'd feel all over again the wonderful sense of vertigo at the miracle of her. My heart in free fall and never wanting to land. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, not, to be honest, that we tried.

Waking on the Monday, and disentangling myself from my lover despite her sleepy protests, I feared to leave her. I didn't want to consider a moment when I would turn around and find her missing. But strangely, walking from our home and out toward the station, I discovered it wasn't like that at all. In everything around me she was there still, an indivisible part of me now, in the different way she would have seen the same things I was seeing, in each unshared experience I would take back to her, the cat I met on someone's garden wall, the advert on the side of a bus for the play we'd seen.

Maybe this was what it meant to say that someone was your world I thought - that everything I experienced now, and ever again, would be overlayed with, enriched by, interpreted through the filter of, the constant awareness of her.

Epilogue - Goddess

Ray walked into the office at the same time she did every day. Then she smiled and her face was carved mahogany, her hair spun gold, her eyes shone so brightly that they left dead spots on my retinas. Corn sprung from the ground where her feet had touched it.

The three developers unfortunate enough to be caught in her line of sight as it tracked across the room were carbonised before they even knew anything was happening. The windows beyond them blew out. I didn't know whether to run from her or place my forehead to the ground in worship but it was academic anyway as I was frozen in place looking across the room at her, mind stilled as equally overwhelming waves of awe and terror washed over me.

"Hi everyone." she said and the sound was achingly sweet. Workstations around the room began to detonate one after another as the chips inside them tried and failed to resonate with her voice, the water in the cooler came to a boil, and the walls disintegrated. I could hear one of the survivors crying gently. I didn't think it was me.

She sat down at her desk and started to set up her laptop. A couple of other early birds around the room mumbled their good mornings. I spent a couple of minutes calming myself down and then strolled as casually as I could over to her desk.

"Fancy going for a coffee?" I said with more confidence than I felt, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

We slipped out to the cafe around the corner. All the way there I was resisting asking her any questions. She wasn't making that easy as she kept trying to catch my eye but I had absolutely no intention of hearing anything until I could savour the experience in full. At last we were sat facing each other across the small table with our drinks steaming gently between us. Deferred gratification is all very well but it had outstayed its welcome now.

"Tell me."

Ray smiled wryly as she used the middle finger of one hand to toy with the foam on her latte, teasing it gently into peaks. I found I couldn't look away from those precise careful movements of her hand and a vivid flash of my imagination left me blushing. She looked up, "Sarah and me, we are a couple now. We worked it out on Friday night, maybe Saturday morning, we were up very late."

She blushed in turn and I read between the lines.

"She says we should send you flowers, that you've been a good friend to us. It's true of course. I can't thank you enough for pushing me in the right direction."

I was flattered, naturally, but realistic, "Sarah is very generous, and of course i'm your friend and hers, but I think you'd always have worked it out between you in the end hon. She was never going to let you go without a fight."

Ray nodded, "You're right, I think the plan was to keep on throwing herself at me more and more blatantly until I finally got the message. In fact I suppose that's basically what happened in the end."

"So what now?"

"Well we're going to take some time off and go up to Somerset to do introductions, then probably a few days somewhere just the two of us, spend some time alone together for a while.

"After that?" she shrugged, "Really nothing changes, we come home, we go back to work. It's funny, on that level it all sounds so ordinary but at the same time it's going to be like living on a whole new planet."

And that was really, I talked her into bringing Sarah around to our place for dinner with me and Andy once they got back, we finished our coffees. Then went back to the office so that everyone else could enjoy their day in the company of the happiest girl in the world.