In a 1930's model a sedan LESBIAN SEX STORY

She sat on the back step watching the stars, feeling the nights breeze coolly caress her skin. She sighed softly catching sight of her marked flesh and inhaled the acrid smoke from her joint, stubbing the butt out on the stone step and breathing out deeply. She looked at her watch, the neon numbers outshining the clouded moonlight... only five slow minutes since she had last looked, only ten since the church bells had struck eleven.... and still fifty minutes to go.

She walked into the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator and returned to the garden unable to handle the stifling heat the summers day had filled the house with. This time she walked out onto the grass and settled down on her back, with the cooling earth beneath her and the gift of the stars beauty above she allowed her mind to focus on Meg.

She hated her at times, hated her with the intensity only raw anger could bring. She could never understand why she had left her.
She had fallen in love with her within minutes of hearing her laugh, with her head thrown back and raven hair tumbling in carefree curls down her back, full red lips parted she had looked like a goddess. They went home together that night, and her bed and her soul had never been so vibrantly alive. Megs hourglass curves had been explored by her lips, by her fingers, by her tongue until she felt sure she would never forget them. Every silky soft inch teased and mapped to the sound of their moans. She delved between her trembling thighs, her tongue working her clit in teasing flicks, two long fingers thrust deep inside her and she felt Meg cum for the first time.... she felt sure that very moment was the definition of ecstasy.

When she thrust her cunt towards her, arms and legs clinging to her tightly, wet cunt grinding furiously against wet cunt and they both came, tongue dancing with tongue, soft whimpers of pleasure, joined as one, she knew she would never let her go. The following morning when their slow tentative exploration had turned into a wild hungry feasting, a rough snarling, moaning tangle of fucking flesh she knew she was home.

They had planned their life together in excitement, taking long drives in Megs 1930 Model A Sedan talking about growing old in each others arms. She hadn't understood megs obsession with that car, hated the time she spent re building it with painstaking detail. It looked great when she had finished it, its shiny black body hiding a roomy cream vinyl interior..and a back seat that could host an orgy rather than their giggling passionate trysts for two. She had to admit parking like a teenager with her sensual lover had brought many an afternoon drive in the squeaking bouncing old beast to a groaning spasming end that had delighted her, so as much as she hated that car she loved it too.

She opened her eyes as the sound of Megs approach disturbed her memories. She stood there before her in all her feminine beauty. The sight of her full ripe cherry topped breasts as she peeled the tight tshirt from her form always brought forth a gasp of amazement from her. The curve of her ample hips, the dark triangle of hair nestled between her thighs all filled her with a familiar excitement. She gazed at her love with adoration, whimpering as Meg struggled to remove her own shorts and fumbled at the buttons to her blouse.

The both sat then, resting on their heels facing each other, silent at first as each struggled for words. "I have missed you " Meg whispered softly, a hint of pain in her green eyes. She watched as her lovers eyes clouded over with anger, but barely flinched when she lashed out with a stinging slap on her cheek. She cast her eyes down instead, understanding her rage. " how could you?" she pleaded and Meg just shook her head.

This enraged her even more and she threw herself on the other woman, pummeling her with her fists, nails tearing at her exposed flesh. Meg fought back, mostly trying to hold her lover from her, but some how it turned into a violent passionate dance and the two sated their hunger, biting at sensitive skin, dragging each other closer by fistfuls of hair, both panting for breath as their lips met in a hard lust filled kiss. "tell me you have missed this" she hissed as she pushed Meg to the ground, hands grasping roughly at her breasts, fingers drawing a yelp from her open mouth as she twisted cruelly at her nipples before leaning down and engulfing it in the wet heat of her mouth. "tell me you miss me" she snarled as she licked and bit her way down her lovers trembling body, smiling as she arched her back moaning into the silent night. She roughly parted her thighs and thrust her fingers into the very core of her, moaning herself at its hot tightness, driving deeper she demanded "tell me you love me" before sucking her hard clit between her lips and worshiping it wither her tongue in fast hard strokes. She laughed as Meg shook and bucked up to meet the fingers that rammed in again and again, pain mixed with pleasure as she stretched her wide, thrusting a third finger in she watched the tears run down her lovers face as she cried out "I love you, I miss you, I miss this, I'm sorry"

She fell against Meg with a pain filled howl as she felt her lovers cunt grip her like a vice, rhythmically clenching as she came in bliss filled waves. As her spasming subsided Meg reached for her, pulling her close, cradling her in her arms. Between tender kisses she whispered " I am more sorry than you will ever know" The eyes that met hers were filled with pain now not anger, and her touch had softened to a soothing stroke as she ran her fingers over Megs bruised and marked flesh.

They held each other, hands continually tracing familiar paths over each other body, mouths joined then apart as they tasted salty skin. Meg could feel her shake as she teased her body alive, licking and kissing skin that had gone so long without touch, skin once so beautiful, now scarred. Fastening her mouth over her smooth shaved slit she tasted her again, head swimming at the excitement her scent, her taste invoked. As she played with Megs pussy, the brunette drove her tongue as deeply as she could into her hole, her moans vibrating through her as they headed towards the edge, together this time. Each aware of how best to please the other, they teased and aroused falling into the darkness as they came as one, jerking and groaning like a dying animal, each desperate to share the convulsing pleasure that flooded their own bodies with the one they loved.

No words were needed as they held each other, just silent tears as the old church clock struck one in the distance...."please don't" she .pleaded
"I must" answered Meg leaving her lovers warm embrace and collecting her clothes under her arm.
"I cant bare this" she cried
"its all we have" Meg whispered sadly, not meeting her pain filled eyes. " I'm so sorry my love, so sorry we fought, so sorry I crashed, so sorry that my death has caused the end of our dreams and you so much agony...I'm sorry all we have is this"
She looked down to the ground and whispered back to Meg "and I'm sorry I didn't die with you"

She turned and left her then, left her to count the days and then the hours for her return, waiting for this one hour, once a year when the veils between the worlds of the living and the dead were weak enough for the strength of their love to let her through... she said the same words every year, but knew in her broken heart it would never be enough, never strong enough to express her sorrow.