#45 The End

She put off getting rid of Sandra; she actually liked having her around.  There was no cooking allowed, and she needed something, or someone to take care of.  She enjoyed having her around, because Sandra raptly listened to her stories, and she went out in the yard with her every day.  In fact, Sandra did whatever she wanted.  At night China listened to her breathe, wanted to get in bed with her, but resisted.  What would she do with her.   All that she knew, was that she was glad she had her.  She decided not to get rid of Sandra.

One night, she crawled in with Sandra, she thought of that guy in the asylum, who used to come to visit her late at night, and she started to writhe.  She wrapped a leg around her and brought her closer.   Sandra smelled like a powdery baby.  She started to blindly unbutton the white cotton nightgown.  Sandra turned around to give her better access, so she kept unbuttoning. That was all she needed.  Sandra wanted this too.  The buttons were covered in white cotton and the nightgown was slightly damp.  The nightgown was rising with the movement of Sandras legs.  China traced little circles lightly on her skin with her fingernail, and it raised  shivery bumps on her back.  China too.  Each time she unbuttoned, she traced a little circle, leaving a light white mark on her flesh.  Sandra moaned when she got to the small of her back.  There she expanded, left white trails where her finger went, felt around, then understood that Sandra had no panties on.  She removed the nightgown.  Sandra was naked now.  China wrapped both her legs around her to feel her between her thighs.  China slipped her own nightgown off over her head with one arm. .she had no panties on either.  Sandra’s flesh felt moist.  She drank in her frontal nudity.  Sandra had perfect breasts; probably never got pregnant.  Sandra was pink and red where she was purple and brown. China tasted her.  They tasted each other.  China said Sandra tasted like pink lemonade and Sandra said China tasted like dates; sweet.  They used words too, to caress each other.  They whispered; not because they were afraid of getting caught, but because it was more seductive.  Then Sandra began to move.    She put her hot, wet mouth on one nipple, sucked, while massaging the other between her fingers.  China did what Sandra did, as she was obviously more experienced, so she let Sandra take the lead.  Then Sandra, with the same mouth that had been everywhere else, kissed her.  Shouldn’t they have started with that.  Didn’t matter.  China could taste herself; it was salty.  It was ok.  Desire drove her forward.  Anything was ok.  It was fine.  Everything was fine.  China could live this way forever.  They made each other finish several times, then fell asleep in each other’s arms; naked.