Archive-name: Samesex/heart1.txt
Archive-author: Heather Dawson
Archive-title: Lessons from the Heart
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Kimber is a very sexy and sensual lady who turned peoples
heads wherever she happened to go. She was of average
height, about 5'4" and weighed a slender 112. Her skin was
snow white fair and there is not a blemish to be found. She
had very long, curly hair that was deep auburn in color, and
eyes that were as brown as mahogany. Her body exuded
sexuality with it's smallish, b-cup breasts and pert, deep
red nipples. Her vagina was dainty and tender, hidden under
a bush of deep brown hair.
You are probably wanting to know why, or how, I know so much
about Kimber and her personal assets. Maybe my story will
fill you in on all of the details.
I lived in a small college town while I was attending school
in South Georgia. I had my own apartment just on the
outskirts of town, but the high cost of living alone was
beginning to pile up around me. I decided to get a roommate
so I ran an ad in the local paper. I was looking for
someone who was very compatible with me. I'd had my share
of living with people who were not really of the highest
quality, so I wasn't about to just let anyone into my overly
expensive, but humble home. Several people called and
inquired about the extra room, but none really sparked any
interest in my mind....that is, until Kimber called.
She was very warm and open, her honesty and sincerity
genuinely impressed me. She was from a very tiny town about
20 or so miles away from school, so her living arrangements
weren't working out at all. We chatted about this and that
for quite awhile. I could tell immediately that it would
work out for her to move in. I told her that she could come
on by and check the place out, she agreed and said that she
would be coming over later that evening. Before we hung up
I told her that if she liked she could bring her stuff with
her. I explained that I was really impressed with her and
as far as I was concerned, she had the room. She shyly
agreed and told me that she felt the same about me. We
ended our conversation and agreed that if she liked the
apartment and wanted to stay, she could, if not, she could
stay temporarily so that she was closer to school and could
continue to search for another place.
Later that evening she arrived with all of her things, she
didn't have alot so it didn't take long to help her get all
of it out of her car. She really liked that apartment and
thought that she would be very happy there.....I agreed. I
helped her get set up in her room and we were not surprised
that we hit it off so well from the start. We were close in
age so it was normal that we had very similar interests.
She was absolutely stunning, her appearance was soft and
very fragile. She was just the sort of person I had
expected, when I met her face to face it only solidified the
feelings I'd already had about her. Her honesty, sincerity,
and openness were apparent in her face and mannerisms.
Kimber was two years older than I was, she was 21 and I had
just turned 19. We sat up all night talking about what I
could expect from my sophomore and junior years in college.
She shared from her own experience and didn't cloud it with
the usual rigidness that you got from some of the other
students. Usually when I asked what to expect in the next
years of school, the answers were given from a very
condescending, authoritative point of view. She wasn't like
that at all, she shot me straight on everything. I found
myself becoming very attached to her, I loved the way she
spoke with her hands. She was cultured and very feminine,
attributes I hadn't refined in myself. I felt like I was
with my sister, she had died years before in an accident.
Kimber brought back those memories of having someone to turn
to, to confide in, and to learn from. I was somewhat
hesitant about getting close to people after my sisters
death, especially women. They always seemed to be so cold,
callous, and somewhat lacking lifes true beauty and
love.....Kimber wasn't like that at all.
We talked up into the early hours of the morning, laughing
and reminiscing about our experiences. We shared our pain
and pleasures. I talked to her about my sister, and what
her death had done to me. I told her all about our
relationship and the closeness we shared. Kimber laughed
with me as I talked about our good times, and wept with me
as I told her about the loss and pain I had suffered as a
result of her being killed. I was really enjoying getting
to know her. I continually found it easier to open up to
her, she received every detail of my own life as if she had
been there. She really listened to me, my lost loves, my
sad times, my pains and pleasures. It had been a long time
since I had opened up to anyone, and I was still a little
guarded about doing so. We decided that it would be useless
for us to go to bed since it was already 7:30am, so we
decided that we could do a good housecleaning to celebrate
our new friendship.
We both got up and went into our shared bathroom. The
apartment was small so we would both be using the same
bathroom, it didn't mind to bother her a bit. I was modest
and had never really had any female friends, so I wasn't
sure what I thought about sharing a bathroom quite yet. All
throughout our togetherness, I found that Kimber was really
interested in what I had to say. She seemed to be able to
open me up and help me get the "real me" out into the open.
I stood, brushing my hair at the mirror, when I saw her
begin to undress for a shower. I felt a little insecure, it
was so easy for her to talk and be open, I on the other hand
was somewhat timid and shy. I couldn't help looking at her
reflection in the mirror. Her body was beautiful, soft and
sensual. It's lines met to compose perfect composition and
was toned just enough to create a elegant shape that easily
pleased the eye.
I think that she felt that her nakedness made me feel a
little uncomfortable, she quickly and easily strummed up a
conversation that had us both laughing and giggling. She
was busily talking as I watched her remove the cotton
panties that she was wearing. I couldn't help but to look
at her vagina, it had been so long since I had seen a female
in the buff. The last was my sister the night of my
accident. Her pubic hairs were shaved into a perfect heart-
shape that both delighted and excited me. I thought that it
looked absolutely wonderful!
I had never before, in any relationship with a girl, had any
bisexual tendencies. I had never been able to get close
enough to anyone to even develop a close friendship. I was
feeling something new, something that I had never known
could happen to me. I wasn't at all surprised at the notion
that I could admire Kimber's beauty, after all, I saw lots
of pretty girls at school every day. But what was unusual
to me was that I could also admire a beauty within.
Something that lovers or best friends know. It did surprise
me however, surprised me that I felt perfectly natural about
feeling Kimber's energy and experiencing a true, although
new, friendship. It had been a very long time since I had
allowed anyone to get close to me, or since I had tried to
make any friends.
I turned towards her and embarrassingly asked how she had
done that so perfectly. I told her that it looked very,
very sexy and that I wouldn't mind having mine shaved in the
same fashion. I completely blew myself away, I would have
never thought that I could look a woman in the eye and say
that she had a pretty pussy! I thought that her heart was a
very special thing, something that made her feel good and
sensual. I thought and said shyly that I would consider
having mine shaved in the same fashion. I asked her to tell
me how to do it so the if I did decide to shave myself, I
could get the same perfect results she had.
She smiled a sweet smile and assured me that I didn't have
to be embarrassed or feel insecure about asking her. She
had picked up easily on my fear of what she might think
about me being so forward. Kimber began to explain the
detailed process. She told me in careful detail about
drawing the shape, exactly how and where to shave, and of
course, the continual upkeep that was necessary. I was
amazed at how such a thing could be so complex, but
everything she said made perfect sense. It wasn't easy to
explain, I could tell it was difficult for her to put it all
into words. Finally, in total frustration, she threw her
hands high in the air, laughed out loud, and told me that it
was really something that she could show me alot easier than
tell me about. She asked if I wanted her to shave me and if
so, what kind of shape would I like to have. I thought
briefly and decided that it was about time that my life had
some kind of excitement in it. After all, studying for an
astro physics exam was the height of most of my weekends. I
looked again at her very pretty vagina, saw the glorious
figure an blurted out a loud yes...I want it! We both broke
into sudden laughter, she knew this was a "coming out
experience" for me. She said that she thought that it would
do me alot of good to have something special to look at in
the shower rather than the same old pubic hair poking out
everywhere.
She told me about her boyfriend and how he had encouraged
her to do it. She said that it really did wonders for their
love life, but since they had broken up, nobody had seen it
in awhile. I was wondering how I could ask her how she felt
about doing it for me...but couldn't think of a way without
really sounding stupid. I also wondered what she felt about
being together naked, doing such a thing.
We talked about sizes and shapes for the heart and finally
decided on a very rounded heart that had definite form and
shape, just as hers did. We thought it best that the point
of the heart began at the point just below where my vaginal
lips began to part, therefore my shaven clitoris area would
highlight the image. Kimber retrieved a fresh razor, some
shaving cream, and an eyeliner. I undressed and we got in
the shower together. It was obvious that this was a new
experience for the both of us. That reassured me a bit, I
didn't want her to feel my uneasiness, but I also wasn't
sure what she was thinking. We were both a little awkward
for a few minutes while we let the water wet us down. But
before long, it was just like something very average and
very natural. We were both experiencing the others
sexuality and it felt good to be that close and not be all
nervous and shaky.
I felt a warmth begin to grow between my legs as Kimber
knelt before me. We were both silent as she carefully drew
the heart with the eyeliner, through my pubic hair, onto my
skin. It took her a couple of minutes and she was going
very slowly. I felt myself becoming more and more relaxed
as she was doing her detailed work on my vagina. She leaned
back and admired her artistry as I watched the droplets from
the shower head stream down her back. She stood up and
asked me how I liked it, she looked earthy as the water was
dripping from her hair and face, she had a very natural
look, and the water only emphasized that. I bent over to
get a better look and told her that the drawn line was
absolutely stupendous. We both smiled happily at each other
and giggled quite a bit.
I watched her fill her hand with the shaving cream as the
menthol aroma rose and encircled me. I then felt her hand
reach between my legs, the warmth sent sensations throughout
my body, soothing any remaining nervousness that I had.
Kimber began to spread the cream all around my vagina,
allowing, at times, her fingertips to massage against my
clitoris. I felt some of my juices ooze forth onto her
hand. I was becoming very aroused as the whole experienced
continued. I could tell she was also beginning to enjoy the
encounter we were having.
Kimber took the razor in her hand and began to trace the
lines of the eyeliner pencil that were barley visible
through the shaving cream. I watched as each hair it
touched was removed from my skin, giving me a sense of
confidence that the end result would be glorious. I had to
bend over a bit so that she could shave over my lips, so my
legs were spread apart and she had a very good view. I
glanced down at her breasts, the sight of her deep red
nipples becoming already firm brought my own nipples to full
erection. I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into
ecstasy. And I saw her begin to gaze deeply into my
womanhood.
The warmth of her hand, the coolness of the shaving cream,
and the sharp edge of the razor caused sensations that
allowed me to let out a whispery sigh. I looked once more
as Kimber was spreading my lips apart as she was shaving
their inner walls, her hands were shaky and I knew, she
also, was very aroused. I watched as the last of my pubic
hair came off, she again leaned back to admire her work.
She looked up at me with a knowing and sensuous smile and
asked how I liked it. I bent, looked, and there before me,
on my own body, was an exact copy of the shape she had her
hairs shaved into. It was the most glorious thing I had
every seen in my own 19 years, and I told her so.
She agreed and stood up to face me, she put her things down
and asked if I would like her to lather my back and legs.
We were both aware of where this whole episode was leading
and we both seemed to want to go there. I smiled and nodded
yes to her, I wanted to feel her hands on my body again.
She turned me slowly so that my back was to her. I was
anticipating her next move and luxuriating in my own
pleasures. She took the soap and rubbed a generous amount
into her hands. She started at the base of my ankles and
lathered her way up to my inner thighs. I had never felt
such a pleasure as that before. Feeling the warm water
caress my skin while she cleaned my body made me feel
refreshed and whole. I moaned and sighed in agreement with
her motions, and she did the same. She continued in
silence, washing and massaging my body. It was the most
relaxing and soothing thing that had ever been done to me!
After what seemed like a very long time, she turned me to
face her again. We looked at each other with warmth and the
love that only two women can share. She put her arms around
me and placed them on my wet behind. She pulled us together
and we embraced. Our hot, soapy bodies pressed against each
other created ripples of ecstasy that ran through us
simultaneously. I felt drops of my cum roll down the inside
of my thighs as I put my hand onto the side of one of her
breasts. The electricity was extraordinary, my feelings had
never before been so beautifully expressed through touch. I
caressed the skin as she let her eyes close and let out a
very low, deep moan. Our vaginas were right at each other
and I could feel her heat on me, as she could also feel
mine.
Kimber took her hand and placed it between my legs, she let
her fingers probe the area of my vagina with tenderness and
care. I began to move against her motions as my pleasure
heightened. I also moved my hand down between her legs and
inserted two fingers in her vagina. It was very hot and
very creamy. We both began to move our fingers in and out
of each other, slowly at first, but soon our pace quickened.
The newness of our experience continued to carry us through
wave after wave of deep penetrating emotions, that were
giving and receiving in the same turn .
There we were, connected as on. Each masturbating the other
to an orgasm the we both knew was very near. We were both
pumping our fingers into the other, probing deeper with each
dive. We were moaning and breathing heavily with each
stroke and plunge from the other. We were savoring our
newfound horizon and friendship. Never before had either of
us done or thought about anything like this before. We were
wrapped up in the pure, raw, and all encompassing feeling of
total unbridled pleasure, and it's effect was astounding.
I felt that I was very close to orgasm, and Kimber, also was
close. Our pressure was steadily building and we were each
about to explode! Finally, the time came. We looked
tenderly at each other and again let our eyes close. We
felt the other contract their muscles and let the juices
flow freely. I felt Kimber's cum pour down onto me, like a
river, filling my hand. Mine also gushed forth coating her
fingers and hand. The sweet smell of our juices surrounded
us in an aroma of pleasure and we again embraced lovingly.
After a moment of recovery, we got out of the shower, I
admired my newly shaven vagina in the mirror while Kimber
licked and sucked my breasts, only to encourage me to love
her body some more. We then went off to the same bed and
spent the remainder of the weekend making love and exploring
each other on a very deep, personal level.
We had discovered something that night, we had experienced
something new to the both of us. By allowing our
inhibitions to leave us, and to let true feelings come
through, we, as two people, could easily express love for
the other through what simply felt good. That was an
important lesson for me, and one I had needed to learn for a
long time.
We continued to lived and loved together for two more years
before she graduated....soon after that she married a mutual
friend of ours. I haven't seen Kimber in over four years,
she moved oversees with her new family, but maybe I'll run
into her some day. My husband, whom I also married shortly
after graduation, loves the heart I wear below my cotton
panties. I still keep a pair of small scissors handy to
clip any out-of-place hairs, and my heart shaped vagina is
still as glorious as it was on that unforgettable day!
I smile to myself now as I recall those times. We learned
together, how to live and love unconditionally, how to give
and receive with kindness, respect, and sincerity, and that
we could be free enough to express ourselves through love
and friendship.
Those lessons...I will never forget!
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