NEW MEANING TO LIFE

A couple of strokes that Jean was giving Marie on her lower back were making both of them wet. But because they did not know much about what had to be done, they were not doing anything more except Jean feeling Marie and Marie letting her touch the way Jean wanted. Marie had her eyes closed to feel the flow of Jean’s touch which was not very hard and yet not very gentle; just the appropriate amount of pressure Jean was applying to impart similar feelings that she was experiencing.

In a little while, Jean brought her hands to Marie’s mid back and just as when she was moving her thumbs in a circular manner a little towards her spine, the rest of her palms stretched out on Marie’s back. Jean’s finger tips were touching Marie at a sensitive spot which was the part exactly under her small boobs. Marie was aware of that because of the way it was making her feel, but she still ignored it and did not say a word to Jean.

On the other hand, Jean took a little advantage of that and purposely moved her hands slightly up. She was talking sweet to her by explaining to her about the fact that massaging that area gave better relief. As Jean’s thumbs were going up massaging Marie, so were her finger tips. Even though it was happening very slowly, there came a point when Jean’s finger tips were on Marie’s boobs.

For the reason that there was no resistance from Marie’s side, Jean forgot about the back massage and her palms cupped around Marie’s boobs almost in no time from then. Marie opened her eyes and lay down on the bed on her back. Whereas, Jean quickly came on top of her and lifted her top to see her boobs.

None of them were shy or hesitant about anything at that time. They had forgotten everything and cut themselves off from reality completely only to feel pleasured. And as Jean lifted her top, Marie’s small boobs were bare, and Jean immediately started sucking her nipples one by one and changing sides very often to get the most of this feeling.

Throwing her head to the back with her eyes closed, Marie was loving it way too much. She could not understand that this was the reason her parents were worried because being sexually involved with someone of the same gender was criminalized in the country. She did not want to stop Jean at all, and Jean was given full privilege to exploit her in whichever way she wanted.

After a few minutes of fondling with her breasts, Jean slid her hand into Marie’s lower. She taped the most sensitive part gently with her fingers and then rubbed it. That is when Marie let out a soft moan which gave Jean a green signal to keep doing it. Marie placed her hands on Jean’s buttock and squeezed it. Within a few minutes, both of them were lying naked on the bed and taking turns to play with each other’s bodies.

Just when Jean felt Marie’s bottom was wet, she started rubbing it as well. With her hands gliding from right to left, it did not take much time for her to feel there was an opening in that part. Out of curiosity to know why there was so much wetness around it, Jean stuck her finger inside it.

While she did that, she also looked at Marie’s face to kiss her on her lips. She started sucking her lips because just a simple peck of kiss was not sufficiently satisfying. This continued for some time, and then Jean was the first to also lick her fingers with Marie’s wetness. They learnt a lot about their bodies that night as they indulged in a little bit of fingering each other as well and did not realize it when the whole night passed.

The next morning both of them woke up and found it very hard to look at one another. They were filled with guilt about losing themselves to each other last night. The minute Marie got off from the bed, she picked up her phone from the bed. Jean assumed that Jean was about to call her dad to tell him to come and pick her up. So, before she dialed the number, Jean said, “Marie, I am not letting you leave without having breakfast.”

“I don’t know, I am feeling uncomf–”

“Shut up! We love each other, okay?” Jean shot at Marie cutting her when she was talking about what she felt because of last night.

“Do you love me?” Marie asked.

“A lot!” Jean replied, and they hugged each other.

As they were stepping out of the room, before Jean opened the door, she questioned, “Do you love me?” “You didn’t tell me that,” she stated.

Marie nodded her head, and that called for yet another hug between them. In the second hug, Jean wrapped her hands around Marie’s buttocks and lifted her up slightly before she put her down again. She also used this opportunity to give a peck on her lips, which led to a proper smooch right in the morning before they had even brushed their teeth.

Life was suddenly feeling beautiful to Marie, and she wanted it to halt right at this moment when she was with Jean. Never in her life, Marie had felt this good about herself; not even when she scored the highest marks in class every year. During breakfast, both the girls talked about different things pertaining to their school, homework, holidays, and also when they would meet again.

Once they were done with everything that they had to do, Marie finally called her dad. He came to pick her up in only thirty minutes. It was not very good to return home with a vibe so negative. Her step-mother was staring at her as if she committed a crime by not staying at home, but it was nothing new to Marie. Delilah most of the times had that expression on her face. So, Marie started doing her work instead of thinking about anything to do with home. She was really happy about having built that bond with Jean, and that was all she was thinking about.

A few days passed, and not a lot of talking happened at home for Marie. In spite of Rebecca and Delilah doing many things together like watching their favorite program on TV, baking together, etc, only the important things were said between Marie and everybody else.

It was one of the Friday evenings when Mr. Jones returned from work and called Marie in the living room. The time when she came out of her room, she saw her step-mom and her dad sitting on the couch. She walked to her dad and spread her hands around him to hug him. Mr. Jones was not very happy even though he loved it when Marie stretched her hands around him.

“Marie, we want to tell you something,” he said.

"Is it good or bad?" She jokingly asked.

"That is for you to decide because it is very good for me," Mr. Jones replied.

Delilah had a weird expression on her face this time. It was difficult to say whether she was happy or very excited and yet not smiling because it was not going to be very good news for Marie.

“Yes, dad. I’m listening," Marie stated.

With a huge mass on his heart, especially after seeing how happy his daughter was in this city and in this school, he gathered the strength that was needed by a father to let his daughter down. After taking a long breath, he said, “Marie, your dad is getting transferred. We will be moving to a new place next week.”