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Friends
An Alice and Margarete tale
By MikoNoNyte
Disclaimer Time: I don�t own Shadow Hearts, and these characters belong to Aruze
and Midway. This is as OOC as it gets!
It started out as a gentle peck between friends; after all she wasn�t so
inclined usually. But she was feeling her oats as it were and without male
companionship � Margarete kissed Alice. She hadn�t meant to linger, she merely
meant to kiss her friend. Lips to lips, their hands joined and Margarete�s
heart beating a rapid tattoo. No, it wasn�t the Harmonixer, but it was the
next best thing. She pulled Alice into her arms, un-protesting and showered
her face with kisses, her lips gently caressing the young girl�s creamy cheeks,
her slightly pouting lips. Margarete kissed down her pointed chin and gently
sucked on the soft flesh of her neck.
Alice had stiffened at first, unsure what her friend was doibut but the
kisses were sweet and Margarete remarkably gentle � she hesitated only a moment
in letting the older woman taste her lips, offering a partly open mouth to
Margarete�s explorations. She pulled her hands free of the woman�s restraining
grip and put her arms around Margarete, who did the same, standing on tiptoe to
reach up to the older woman�s height. Her own breath was beginning to come
rapidly, matching that of her friend and when they both took time for breath it
was with giggles and blushes.
Margarete nodded toward the bedroom down the hall; the men were still out having
drinks at the local pub, celebrating their defeat of Albert Simon and his
Meta-God and they would have some hours by themselves. Alice looked down the
hall, embarrassment warring with curiosity and finally Margarete grabbed her
hand and pulled her inside, closing and locking the door with a click of
finality.
Alice looked around the hotel room, the faded patterns on the floor, the
equally faded draperies, and the ragged bedspread. She had spent so much time
in hotels, inns, and sleeping on the roadside that they all looked the same.
But now the dingy little room was awash in candlelight, yellow and warm and
with just a hint of cinnamon. Alice realized it was Margarete�s scent; a
perfume she had bought in Shanghai all those months ago, haggling with the
street merchant and grinning affably when she had walked away with her prize.
How odd, that in six months together, she had never noticed it before.
Margarete closed the curtains, lighting the candles the proprietor put in
each room; old and yellow with age, yet they cast a warming, comforting glow on
the shabby room. She pulled down the faded bedspread and fluffed the pillows,
then kicked off her boots. She patted the bed with a smile even as she cast
off her blue coat and Alice giggled shyly, her face burning crimson. But she
complied, taking off boots and jacket, putting aside her bible and climbing
onto the bed.
Alice was unsure how to proceed; never in her life would she have dreamed of
experimenting this way! Her father, loving, caring and deeply religious, would
roll over in his grave if he knew, and her mother ~ best not go there.
Thoughts of parents and authority would only make her tense when she wanted to
relax and enjoy Margarete�s company. She reached out a tentative hand to
Margarete and offered to remove her bustier, pulling the zipper down in back,
pausing to run a neatly manicured fingernail down the soft flesh; bending close
she kissed the ridge of the backbone, running her tongue down until she met the
waistband of Margarete�s skirt.
�You say you haven�t done this before?� Margarete whispered, voice husky.
She hadn�t expected Alice to attempt something new; hadn�t expected sweet
kisses to tickle the flesh of her back and make her want more. She turned,
letting the motion remove the bustier and faced Alice, her mature breasts an
invitation to fondling by the younger woman. Alice blushed but obliged,
kissing the soft roundness, licking the nipples that popped up in expectation.
Margarete reached back and released Alice�s neat braid, pulling the
silver-white locks free of their confining blue ribbon and running her hands
through the luscious strands; they smelled of lilacs and Margarete moved closer
to inhale the scent, kissing Alice�s head and allowing closer contact with
Alice herself.
Alice explored Margarete�s warm, full breasts with her tongue and lips,
reaching the cleavage and kissing down the breastbone. Margarete shuddered
slightly, and Alice hesitated. But Margarete breathed, �Go on,� and she did,
kissing down and down until she reached the belly, laving the flesh with her
tongue and sucking on the button; Alice tried hard not to giggle: Margarete
was an �outie�.
Margarete worked her fingers through Alice�s hair then let them slide into
the collar of her white blouse. With two fingers she deftly unbuttoned the top
button, and slid her hands in to caress neck and shoulders. Then two more
buttons, and then two more; then Margarete moved her fingers into the straps of
Alice�s bindings and slid them down, pulling lace and cloth down to expose
two beautifully round and firm virgin breasts; rosy pink nipples rose up to
Margarete�s attention and her hands cupped the young woman�s ample attributes
with appreciat
�Lie down,� she said softly, pushing Alice down to lie on the worn linen of
the hotel bed. Keeping her hands on Alice�s breasts, she began a systematic
investigation of the young woman with lips and tongue, kissing and suckling
from neck to navel, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Alice�s slight
frame. She paused to loosen the white stockings from their garters and pulled
them down, revealing clean white limbs, slightly boney knees and small feet.
Margarete kissed each knee, slowly working her way up to the small hemline of Alice�s
miniskirt, then flipped the ruffled lace aside and stopped, aghast, at the
black silk panties.
�You didn�t buy these,� she said with a husky laugh.
Alice giggled, blushing crimson clear to her tummy. �No, Yuri got them for
me. I don�t know where.�
�And you wear them?� Margarete asked even as she gently pulled the panties
down.
�Well, he did give them to me,� Alice said, her voice breaking, her tummy
fluttering at Margarete�s attention.
�I never would have guessed,� the older woman said with a smile and dangled
the now removed panties over Alice�s head, quiet laughter filling her blue
eyes.
Alice turned her flushed face to the pillow, unable to look Margarete in the
eyes. Margarete tossed the panties to the floor and bent to kiss Alice, her
breath warm on her face.
�That�s all right; I�ll lead. I like being on top,� she said and slowly
kissed and nuzzled her way down past Alice�s cleavage, over her soft belly and
down to the tender flesh beneath her skirt.
Alice�s heart pounded in her chest, her body tingling with feelings and sensations
she had never known; no one had ever touched her the way Margarete was touching
her; no one had ever kissed her that way; no one had ever explored her virgin
flesh the way Margarete was exploring her�s and her body was filling with
shockwaves that tingled in her belly, shockwaves that quivered in her chest and
sent tingling warmth up to her lips. She moaned as Margarete�s mouth sent
shivers of pleasure cascading up and down her body, tingling even into that
secret place that she herself had never dared explore.
Margarete kissed and nuzzled Alice�s clitoris, gently sucking on the tiny
nub that lie between Alice�s heavenly gates. Maggie laughed to herself to
think of them that way; she had been around Zhuzhen too long! She could feel
the quivering begin in the young woman�s body, see her squirm and tremble as
each caress of tongue or lips sent new and more powerful sensations climbing up
Alice�s virgin body. Using the tip of her tongue she gently stroked the area,uchiuching with just the tip and teasing it as she darted her pink tongue in and
out.
Alice nearly jumped out of her skin at the new sensations and her hands,
unable to reach the older woman, gripped the bedding, wadding up the sheets and
blankets into a wrinkled mass. Moans escaped her parted lips and Alice�s
breathing was becoming ragged as the pleasurable sensations rocked her tiny
frame. How could Margarete do that to her? How could any woman do that to
another woman? Was this not what men and women...? Alice shook her head, trying
to dislodge her usual analytical responses; this was not some strange and
unknown enemy. This was her friend Margarete who was kissing and suckling her
to pleasurable distraction; this was her traveling companion, Margarete who was
sending shockwaves through her body and causing her heart to race; this was
Margarete who was ravishing her virginity with her tongue and ... Alice gasped
as Margarete changed tactics, placing a long slim finger inside her, curling it
around and bringing it back out.
Alice groaned, her hands quivering, the knuckles turning white.
Margarete�s tongue continued its gentle torture, and she plied a new device,
the finger of one hand, sending it in to explore Alice�s secrets. Curling the
finger around, circling and gently scraping the sides, she then removed it and
traced the finger up and over Alice�s belly, feeling the quivering threatening
to explode in the younger woman. Again, the finger traced the path, and
entered in, thrusting once, twice and then leaving, only to return with a
companion. Two fingers now teased and tortured and Alice�s deep moans and
quivering flesh were a delight to the older woman as she took the little button
into her teeth and gently bit, then laving it with her tongue, the whole while
the two fingers stroking and thrusting. Then the two fingers bid farewell and
returned yet again with a third companion and Alice�s voice growled when they
entered, pushing into her with a force she had never known, threatening the
bastions of her maidenhood and then retreating, only to return again and
again. The whole while the little torturer bit and licked and nibbled at her
center and she trembled, feeling a wave building, building from the very core
of her and rising like a beacon of light and heat and then crashing, crashing,
sending her body into spasms and her voice crying out into the dimly lit room.
Margarete�s lips captured her cries, open mouth to open mouth, breathing her
breath, tasting her lips and teeth and tongue and offering up a benediction to
the young girl, guiding her back to her body, back to the crumpled linen in the
sagging bed in the faded hotel room. Alice lay on the bed, panting, her eyes
unfocused, her mind reveling in a sensation she never would have dreamed
possible.
�Thanks, Alice. For letting me do that,� the older woman said, her lips
still breathing warm air onto Alice�s neck and ears.
�I- thank you,� Alice could find no words for the emotions or sensations she
had experienced; just a feeling of wonder and tenderness for her friend Margarete.
�Should I-?� she tried to ask, but Margarete shook her head.
�Not this time. If there�s a next time, maybe,� she said her voice still
husky. She planted a kiss on each breast, licking the nipples and nuzzling
them before turning from the bed. �Maybe next time,� she said softly.
Heavy footsteps resounded in the hallway outside, accompanied by loud male
voices and Margarete sighed.
�The boys are back, and probably drunk as hell.�
Alice giggled. �Let them sleep somewhere else,� she said, and patted the
bed. �This room is occupied.�
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