ME AND MANGO PEACH
by Jennifer

I was looking through some old boxes today and found a letter I wrote. We used to write each other often, we lived separate lives for a long time, so we missed each other and would write love letters almost weekly. This particular letter was one I wrote when I was describing to her my vision of the perfect day. I was dreaming that we had won the lottery and that we no longer had to work. I remember this week like it was yesterday, we had both been working on a project that meant we were separated for 8 days due to deadlines. Julia also had to be out of town to manage this project. I was so in love with her that 8 days felt like it was tearing my heart out. The letter reads as follows:

Mango/Peach:
You open your eyes and with your hard-on you crawl on top of me and make me cum by thrusting your pelvis into mine. After lunch you've showered and are smelling sweet from our mango/peach soap, you're watching a movie and waiting for me to come back in and make you wet again. Your skin is as I love it; moist to the touch. You're wearing only a lacy black g-string and matching bra. I walk in after my workout at the gym, still sweaty; I stop off in the kitchen to prepare you a tray of fresh fruit and poor two cold glasses of white wine. You have already spread your legs and are thrusting your fingers inside you; you know that alone wouldn't make you cum, and you don't want to, you just want to make yourself wet and swollen for me. I walk in and my heart skips a beat from the mixture of smells - pussy and mango/peach, I am wishing I could take you right then and there. But I won't, first I want to feed you some strawberries and peaches, this will make your mouth moist and sweet to kiss. I straddle you and start to get myself off, while kissing and licking your tongue and lips. Once I cum, I lay on the bed and tell you to sit on my face, you do and you are swollen and wet as always when I make love to you in the afternoon. I lick your clit slowly, while thrusting my frozen gel filled glass dildo inside you. I don't want you to cum though; I want to devour you, to feel you give in time before you cum. I start to play with your nipples. I stop licking and thrusting because you are much too anxious to cum. You can't wait though, you begin to rock against my face in agony, wishing I would stop teasing your nipples and continue stroking your clit and hole with my tongue. Now I too am in agony, I want to taste it, to feel it, to smell it. I want you to cum now badly. I need to hear you. You lean back putting your two fingers on my clit, making me crawl in my skin. I finally give into it, I begin to stroke your clit again with my tongue, but this time it isn?t slow and teasing, it is fast, I am sucking and licking and taking you into me. I am eating you with the intent to make you cum all over me. I pick up the now room temperature glass dildo off the bed and thrust it into your pussy. You lean forward in ecstasy, both hands slapped against the wall. Your knees are bent and resting on either side of my head. Your cunt is wet and swelled, you are so sensitive you barely take further stimulation, but you do, you moan out God oh God, Kate, you are going to make me cum in your mouth, you know it is coming and so do I; I can taste it. You cum, and as you are coming you slide down onto the bed, your breath begging me to stop. You can't take it anymore and we both know it, so I lay on you holding you, my head in your shoulder.

Boy, I remember the good old days when Julie would make love to me in the mornings. She would literally open her eyes and crawl on top of me. There was a time when we would make love morning noon and night, she had quite the libido, even though she was 10 years my senior I had trouble keeping up, and I still do. We were such lovebirds then. The letter was written 20 years ago; we are still very much in love, although now it is more about partnership than it ever was. After all, we have been through so much together, the birth of 5 grandchildren, a few career changes, breast cancer, 2 car accidents, weddings and funerals, the death of our parents, and other spiritual journeys of varying kinds.

Back then we were two working moms who found each other in the thick of it all. I met her at a Lesbian Social where we quickly developed a friendship. Both of us had been alone for quite sometime, I think we were simply focused on other things, especially our children. When we began to see one another (just as friends of course), I fell quickly in love with her. She was so independent. She made me curious and she greatly intrigued me. I needed to know her; I needed to know her body. I craved her mouth on mine, I would think of her before bed and imagine her legs spread open while I made love to her. Unfortunately though she appeared to not even notice me in that way. There was never a silence between us, and where silence existed it wasn't awkward.

I remember our first kiss like it was yesterday, she had been going on about something, and I probably wasn't even listening. All I could see was her lips, her teeth, and her tongue moistening her lips as she spoke. She gave me goose bumps. I could smell her perfume, mildly sweet and completely perfect. She was wearing jeans and a red button up top, with a black lace bra and a little cleavage showing. She stood up from the aging brown leather couch to get her tea from the counter; I stood up and put my arms around her slim waist. She looked at me deep with her ocean blue eyes. I leaned in with the intent of kissing her hard and long, but something scared me. So the long hard kiss turned into something much simpler and softer, her mouth was slightly open and she stuck her tongue out to touch my lips. It was as if our tongues touched for a split second and our lips met, and then it was over. The kiss made me weak. I wanted her now more than ever.

When I think back, that was quite the risky kiss. She now knew I wanted her, luckily for me, I now knew she wanted me. After the kiss, she carried on talking about whatever I wasn't listening to, and sipped on her tea. It was getting late, so she got up and headed for the door, as I walked her out I watched her ass move, those were my favourite pair of jeans, I loved her ass about as much as I loved her mouth. She picked up her keys from the table, turned around and firmly leaned me up against the wall. I looked up at her in anticipation. She took both my wrists and raised my arms above my head leaning her body into mine, thrusting her thigh and hip into my pelvis. She tilted her head to the side and kissed me, hard and long. The kiss was the most amazing kiss I have ever had. She excited me more than I knew could even exist inside me. Her fearless taking of me, her firm hold, her soft lips, all made me want her.

Julia and I now live in a lovely country bungalow with a wrap around balcony. We have been together for 21 years now. We lived apart for the majority of our relationship though, because we both had children to raise and didn't want to complicate things. When we were looking for a house together, it took us ten years to decide on the perfect one. We knew what we wanted and didn't want, and we were willing to compromise nothing. We knew the house had to have a fireplace, a real one. We both loved the thought of making love by the fire on cold winter days. The house had to have a large wrap around balcony; now home to a four-seater swing where we usually spend our Saturday mornings reading. Mostly, what we loved about this house is that it is big enough to accommodate all of our children and grandchildren at the same time. The kitchen is large enough that our girls can help us cook without getting in the way. Julia has three children Jennifer, Jake, and James. She also has 4 grandchildren Karen, Jonathan, Peter, and Caitlyn. I have two children, twins Catherine and Jack, and one grandchild Elizabeth. So as you can see, we need lots of space. Our children and grandchildren come over each Sunday for Brunch, when we moved about an hour away from them, we insisted that we would only move if they agreed to come up each week, and of course they did.

Julia wasn't always a contractor; she started out selling tools as a hobby. To be honest she could barely use the darn things. But I think it was the sexy image of the woman in a tool belt that drew her into the business. I loved it when she put on her tool belt and fixed things, I could watch her all day. Now we own a contracting company, a non- profit company that builds homes for needy families. It is a really rewarding job for both of us. We used to work at it for 60 hours a week, from paper work to managing the projects and getting donations etc. Now though, it takes up much less time, the company runs itself. We have some really great volunteers that make it run smoothly.

We are very much opposites, people have always told me that. I love being with her for that reason though. It keeps me on my toes, I never know what to expect. When we first started dating, she was a stressed mom with 3 kids, having recently gone through a divorce from her husband. She was unsure of herself, she knew she was a lesbian, but had some trouble really accepting it. She was raised in a good home with wonderful parents, they were religious though, her dad a pastor and mom a homemaker. I think of how much courage she must have had to come out to them. They handled the news well; I think they were in denial though. It seems they thought if they prayed enough for her that it might just disappear. But despite the judgement and the challenge she remained herself.

Julia built me a studio on the back porch, where I paint. All of my paintings are of her. She laughs and tells me I should paint something interesting. When I sit at a blank canvas, all I see are strokes of her. She is my inspiration. I have painted her in every possible pose I can think of. Even though I know she is aging, to me she is still the most beautiful woman. From the moment I met her, I thought she was so beautiful, big blue eyes and blonde (now white) hair. I think what drew me in with her sleek body, her cool movement and her confident aura.

I think what has kept us together so long, besides the strong love and respect that we have for one another, is that we each have our independence. So many of our lesbian friends have broken up over the years, and I think it is because they don't recognize the value of having their own autonomy.