Vivienne

Denise had to admit that since Marion had dropped her robe and exposed her perfectly sculpted body, that she’d felt as though the woman were part of her. “I thought you were an officer or something in the military.  I just felt it.”  Denise paused, “Is it possible to be linked from just one glance?”  She closed her eyes and shook her head, fighting the urges and sensations rapidly building in her body. “What if…if…”

“Someone finds out?”  Marion shook her head, “There is that risk, but I won’t say anything if you don’t.”  She now leaned forward in the hair, exposing the tops of her breasts. “Like you said, I am in the military. I am…”  Marion looked at Denise intently, “...A nurse.”

Exactly like in the classroom, beads of sweat formed on Denise’s forehead. “Is…is this…”  She nervously bit her lip and hastily stumbled through her next few words. “Do..is…this just a week?  Or…um…”

Marion raised one of her long black eyebrows before standing up and mixing paint with her fingers. “Oh, go on and say it, Denise.  I know what you want to say.”  Marion pulled her fingers free and walked over to Denise, painting a small purple heart on her cheek. “...We have a week.  Is it love?...You tell me.”  Marion painted another heart on the opposite cheek. “...If love means I want to be with you as much as I can for the next week, explore parts of you that no one else has…and share lifelong secrets…”  Marion pressed her lips inside of both hearts leaving a light pink lip print in both. “...Then yes, it is love.”

All it took was for Denise to look once again into the beloved blue eyes. “The heart can’t hide what the eyes provide..”  She whispered and leaned forward in the attempt to kiss Marion.  Denise’s breath caught in her throat when she felt her model's lips on hers for the first time.  Wanting to enjoy the feeling of their first time kissing, Denise started with soft little kisses in different places on Marion’s lips.  Unlike the overwhelming need in the classroom,  Denise felt her body slowly coming alive with the gentle touches and kissing.  She kissed both of Marion’s cheeks like her partner had done a few moments before. “Ohh..mmm..Marion…”

“Yessss…”  Marion hissed in delight from her teeth. “No..neeed…ugahh…to ask..”

Nervous pulses of excitement added to the heat that had finally risen within Denise’s tiny frame.  Shaking lightly, Denise reached out and slowly slid her hands up and over Marion’s shoulders until she had the taller woman in a light embrace.  Unable to restrain and tease herself any longer, Denise pressed her lips onto Marion’s with full loving force.  Mildly surprised when Marion responded in kind, Denise relished the simple sensation of the thin layer of wax from both of their lipsticks sticking to one another.  Hearing tiny purrs of enjoyment come from Marion’s chest, Denise pressed further and slipped her tongue out looking for its partner.  Immediately after Denise had run her hands through the long silky hair of her model, Denise felt Marion’s tongue reach out and twist lightly into her own.

-Potato!-

Denise’s eyes flew open and she started to laugh.

“What is it?”  Marion reluctantly pulled out of the kiss and sighed.

Smiling brightly and still laughing, Denise tried to make sense of what just happened. “I..Marion..”  She took a breath, “..Tasted the French fry you took from me earlier.”

Snickering right back, Marion mirrored Denise’s smile. “Of all the things for you to taste, you picked the fry.”  Marion curved herself close to Denise and moaned lightly into her partner’s ear. “Probably for the best, we are in the open here.”  Marion pointed to the open barn doors, “You mentioned a more private place?”

Finally able to stop laughing, Denise took Marion’s hand into her own. “Yes, I have a bed where I crash out on some nights after class.”  She shrugged, “I don’t want to wake them up.”

Marion broke free of Denise’s grip and gathered up a few paints before looking back at the artist. “No need to pout.  I am coming back into your arms, you know that.”  She winked. “I just thought the paint might make things a little more interesting.”

Denise slowly walked backward and into a part of the loft that had been sectioned off to give her privacy and allow her to sleep regardless of what was happening below.  Beckoning for Marion to walk through the tiny door, Denise softly closed it until a quiet click echoed in the tiny room. “We are safe enough here, Marion.” Denise took a moment to once more look at her model. “Red and black go so well together.”  She mentioned and wiggled her finger at the red button up blouse and black pencil skirt Marion was wearing. 

Marion popped a few more buttons open on her blouse and pulled it free from her dress. “Since we are safe enough, right?”  

Denise reached behind herself and gently tugged the zipper down that held her dress tightly to her frame. “Y..yes.”  Denise pulled her arms free of her dress and held it close to her chest, “I..I still have…um..”  She stammered and closed her eyes long enough to form words. “..Why, um..why..”

“Why you?”  Marion completed the thought. “Denise.”  Marion coaxed. “Why not you?  Didn’t we just have a version of this conversation beyond that door?”

When Marion’s gentle and soft voice stopped, Denise opened her eyes.  Sweat beaded for a third time on Denise's forehead when she was once more blessed with Marion’s perfectly sculpted body, complete with the same creamy skin she’d remembered. “Marion.”  Denise whispered her model's name. “It doesn’t matter, does it?”  Denise released her arms and let her green dress drop to the floor.

Marion shook her head and smiled, “No, it doesn’t matter.  Right now…”  Marion let her own tight skirt fall to the floor, “..A tiny detail.”  Marion pointed her painted finger at Denise. “I know you feel it, no matter what…I’ll always be with you.”  Marion walked around Denise and unfastened the young artist’s bra, “Allow me..”

Setting her skin ablaze, Denise let out a heated breath as Marion’s hands explored her bare back and the shape of her shoulders. “Marion, yesss…”  Denise begged her model’s fingers to keep going. “It’s been so long…”

“I know.”  Marion added, “I might leave in a few days, but I am never gone.  I’ll always be…”  Marion kissed Denise’s shoulder. “A kiss away.”

Denise leaned back into Marion’s arms and pulled her tightly to her own frame. “More..kiss me more.”

“As you wish.”  Marion complied and kissed the length of Denise’s shoulder to the base of her neck. “Mmhmm, all the time I sat on that chair, I wanted to do this.”  

“I know.”  Denise mirrored Marion’s confidence and let out her own little purr from her chest. “I wanted you to do this.”  Denise reached up and cupped her own breasts, kneading them softly to every simple press of wax lips on her skin.