Post by Demeter on Feb 7, 2015 15:13:04 GMT -5
Essence had a lapful of heaven and wasn’t interest in letting go. Her day had begun with a rather depressing breakfast with her ballerina friends. They’d been celebrating her successful recovery and that one of them had been selected to fill her pointe shoes as Prima Ballerina. While happy for her friend. Essence had never been more aware that that part of her life was over.
It would be decades before she’d healed enough to dance again. The crush injuries and the healing methods used by mortals were the causes of the slow healing process.
She’d also noticed how her friends, with their smoothies and low-fat, low-carb breakfasts, had looked at her full Irish dish. If there was one thing Essence enjoyed about her forced retirement, it was that she could eat anything she wanted, whenever she wanted. She’d happily plowed through the meal without any regrets.
Her day had improved greatly with the start of a new therapy class at the farm. The Equine Therapy program was popular and they’d added a new segment. Essence loved watching the first days. She’d gotten a kick out the former police officer. He’d been part of the mounted unit until a mobility limiting injury had sidelined him forever. He’d been embarrassed at being the only adult in a class full of kids.
Essence had taken him on personally. With two of the staff, she’d escorted him away from the schooling arena. Away from the fuss of the children and parents, he’d been more willing to try. She’d settled him with the feisty Frankenstein and taught the man the trick to getting a horse to lay down for him to get into the saddle.
When the man had left, after an hour of work and a few tumbles, he’d vowed to contact his doc and ask about what else he could do. Pleased with her inspirational afternoon, Essence had locked herself into the office and brain stormed idea for an adult therapy class. There had to more adults out there who had injuries like her and the police man or those with developmental issues that could benefit from equine therapy.
And her evening had been truly exceptional. Then again, date nights with Bella were always exceptional. In the six weeks since her Uncle’s BBQ, they’d spent most of their free time together. Their dates were kept casual. The two women reserved their private time for a few intimacies.
Tonight’s outing had been dinner and the summer’s blockbuster action flick. They’d shared a tub of popcorn covered with butter flavoring (Essences’ guilty pleasure) and argued some minor point about the film’s prequel. After the movie, they’d returned to Bella’s apartment for coffee and to settle the argument by watching the prequel.
They might have gone back to the farm but wrestling media control from Trey on Friday nights was impossible. They couldn’t go back to Essence’s place as Brenna, in her hurry to elope to Scotland with Brodie, had sublet the place to a couple with children. The farm was now her permanent address.
Bella had a couch, coffee and sole control over the only entertainment unit. They’d bet on the outcome of the argument. Essence said that the loser had to kiss the winner. Bella, claiming that the prize would benefit winner and loser, decided that the loser would have to work with Rancid Randy, a truly horrible little boy, during his next class.
Essence lost the bet but still ended up with a lapful of heaven. Bella, making up for sticking Essence with Rancid Randy, boy who kicks and pinches, decided to Essence a kiss. She claimed it was to get a jump on apologizing in advance for an hour of torture.
In the six week span of their relationship, Essence had let Bella control their intimate encounters. She enjoyed guiding Bella through the exploration of her sexuality. She also enjoyed the woman’s growing confidence. It gave Essence’s ego a boost to know that she was the first to make Bella tremble and moan like this. She encouraged the behavior by seeking out new locations that would make Bella quiver.
This kiss on Bella’s couch was like many of the others. The green haired woman, knowing that Essence couldn’t maintain a kneeling position for long, had plopped herself onto the other’s lap, squirmed close and leaned down for a kiss. The night’s chosen make-out position had perks. Essence didn’t have to worry about cramped muscles and she got the chance to put her hands on Bella’s ass.
Essence ignored the climatic final scene of the movie to focus on her girlfriend. Who must have been having an attack of courage because her free hand was up Essence’s sweater. Essence, who’d spent too much time in leotards and never became accustomed to bras, could only moan at the feel of Bella’s hand brushing against her soft, bare flesh. Essence squeezed Bella’s ass, encouraged her to explore some more and ramped up the intensity of their already hot kiss.
And right at the critical moment, right when Bella’s other hand had slipped under the hem of her sweater, was one someone started pounding on the front door.
****
Josh pleaded with his clunker of a car to last just a few more miles. If the directions he’d gotten from the gas station clerk were right, they were just a few blocks from their destination. Just a few blocks from safety. At least, he hoped Isabella Hall could help them.
Josh glanced at the front passenger seat, amazed that Amy, his sister, could curl up and sleep like that on a car seat. A glance at the rearview mirror confirmed that little ‘Manda was also asleep. They’d been zigzagging across the country for two weeks now, running from their own father. The promise of safety being close had Josh feeling just how tired he was.
It had all started two weeks ago, when Jackson Hewitt had learned that his sixteen year old daughter had had a child out of wedlock. Jackson, a man who took religious fervor to the extreme, was not easy man to live with. Josh’s mother and the ‘Manda’s paternal grandparents, had a plan to calm Jackson down. All might have worked out fine if Manda hadn’t blown out a houseful of lightbulbs in reaction to Jackson’s rage.
Jackson Hewitt wasn’t just a religious man. He was also a hunter of magic users and those like them. Amy, thankfully, had no magical abilities. Josh did, however, have some talent. ‘Manda’s raw abilities were far stronger then Josh’s trained skills. When ‘Manda blew out the lights, his mother had shouted at him to grab the baby and Amy and take them to Julie Hall in the next town over. She’d be able to help them.
They’d found Julie Hall after two days of searching. And the women might have been able to help but Jackson had followed them. Julie had sent them to their half-sister, Isabella, on the west coast. Neither he nor Amy had ever known about this women.
Now, as he pulled into the parking lot parking complex and woke his sister, Josh hoped that this woman would help. Together, he and Amy searched for the correct apartment. And when they found the door, he pounded on it.
It would be decades before she’d healed enough to dance again. The crush injuries and the healing methods used by mortals were the causes of the slow healing process.
She’d also noticed how her friends, with their smoothies and low-fat, low-carb breakfasts, had looked at her full Irish dish. If there was one thing Essence enjoyed about her forced retirement, it was that she could eat anything she wanted, whenever she wanted. She’d happily plowed through the meal without any regrets.
Her day had improved greatly with the start of a new therapy class at the farm. The Equine Therapy program was popular and they’d added a new segment. Essence loved watching the first days. She’d gotten a kick out the former police officer. He’d been part of the mounted unit until a mobility limiting injury had sidelined him forever. He’d been embarrassed at being the only adult in a class full of kids.
Essence had taken him on personally. With two of the staff, she’d escorted him away from the schooling arena. Away from the fuss of the children and parents, he’d been more willing to try. She’d settled him with the feisty Frankenstein and taught the man the trick to getting a horse to lay down for him to get into the saddle.
When the man had left, after an hour of work and a few tumbles, he’d vowed to contact his doc and ask about what else he could do. Pleased with her inspirational afternoon, Essence had locked herself into the office and brain stormed idea for an adult therapy class. There had to more adults out there who had injuries like her and the police man or those with developmental issues that could benefit from equine therapy.
And her evening had been truly exceptional. Then again, date nights with Bella were always exceptional. In the six weeks since her Uncle’s BBQ, they’d spent most of their free time together. Their dates were kept casual. The two women reserved their private time for a few intimacies.
Tonight’s outing had been dinner and the summer’s blockbuster action flick. They’d shared a tub of popcorn covered with butter flavoring (Essences’ guilty pleasure) and argued some minor point about the film’s prequel. After the movie, they’d returned to Bella’s apartment for coffee and to settle the argument by watching the prequel.
They might have gone back to the farm but wrestling media control from Trey on Friday nights was impossible. They couldn’t go back to Essence’s place as Brenna, in her hurry to elope to Scotland with Brodie, had sublet the place to a couple with children. The farm was now her permanent address.
Bella had a couch, coffee and sole control over the only entertainment unit. They’d bet on the outcome of the argument. Essence said that the loser had to kiss the winner. Bella, claiming that the prize would benefit winner and loser, decided that the loser would have to work with Rancid Randy, a truly horrible little boy, during his next class.
Essence lost the bet but still ended up with a lapful of heaven. Bella, making up for sticking Essence with Rancid Randy, boy who kicks and pinches, decided to Essence a kiss. She claimed it was to get a jump on apologizing in advance for an hour of torture.
In the six week span of their relationship, Essence had let Bella control their intimate encounters. She enjoyed guiding Bella through the exploration of her sexuality. She also enjoyed the woman’s growing confidence. It gave Essence’s ego a boost to know that she was the first to make Bella tremble and moan like this. She encouraged the behavior by seeking out new locations that would make Bella quiver.
This kiss on Bella’s couch was like many of the others. The green haired woman, knowing that Essence couldn’t maintain a kneeling position for long, had plopped herself onto the other’s lap, squirmed close and leaned down for a kiss. The night’s chosen make-out position had perks. Essence didn’t have to worry about cramped muscles and she got the chance to put her hands on Bella’s ass.
Essence ignored the climatic final scene of the movie to focus on her girlfriend. Who must have been having an attack of courage because her free hand was up Essence’s sweater. Essence, who’d spent too much time in leotards and never became accustomed to bras, could only moan at the feel of Bella’s hand brushing against her soft, bare flesh. Essence squeezed Bella’s ass, encouraged her to explore some more and ramped up the intensity of their already hot kiss.
And right at the critical moment, right when Bella’s other hand had slipped under the hem of her sweater, was one someone started pounding on the front door.
****
Josh pleaded with his clunker of a car to last just a few more miles. If the directions he’d gotten from the gas station clerk were right, they were just a few blocks from their destination. Just a few blocks from safety. At least, he hoped Isabella Hall could help them.
Josh glanced at the front passenger seat, amazed that Amy, his sister, could curl up and sleep like that on a car seat. A glance at the rearview mirror confirmed that little ‘Manda was also asleep. They’d been zigzagging across the country for two weeks now, running from their own father. The promise of safety being close had Josh feeling just how tired he was.
It had all started two weeks ago, when Jackson Hewitt had learned that his sixteen year old daughter had had a child out of wedlock. Jackson, a man who took religious fervor to the extreme, was not easy man to live with. Josh’s mother and the ‘Manda’s paternal grandparents, had a plan to calm Jackson down. All might have worked out fine if Manda hadn’t blown out a houseful of lightbulbs in reaction to Jackson’s rage.
Jackson Hewitt wasn’t just a religious man. He was also a hunter of magic users and those like them. Amy, thankfully, had no magical abilities. Josh did, however, have some talent. ‘Manda’s raw abilities were far stronger then Josh’s trained skills. When ‘Manda blew out the lights, his mother had shouted at him to grab the baby and Amy and take them to Julie Hall in the next town over. She’d be able to help them.
They’d found Julie Hall after two days of searching. And the women might have been able to help but Jackson had followed them. Julie had sent them to their half-sister, Isabella, on the west coast. Neither he nor Amy had ever known about this women.
Now, as he pulled into the parking lot parking complex and woke his sister, Josh hoped that this woman would help. Together, he and Amy searched for the correct apartment. And when they found the door, he pounded on it.
