Sapphic Embrace: The Housewife (6 page)

Suddenly, Jen got bold. With a slight nip of her lip, she crushed their lips together harder and moved her hand up under Amy's shirt, teasing the delicate skin there until the noirette was squirming.  Nothing went below the bra but she was not ashamed to admit that she let out a soft little moan when those fingers traced her nipple. It was a strange, pleasurable ache that made her toes girl and body arch. Dear lord, keeping her legs together with this one was going to be a bit more difficult than she'd expected. Well, two could play at this game.

Unable to believe she was actually making out with her roommate, Amy nonetheless loosened up and dove into the experience with gusto. Her hands roamed with more security, eventually landing on Jen's ass. A quick, sensual squeeze elicited a shaky little squeak from the girl and that just encouraged Amy to get bolder. She slipped a hand under the top of her jeans, feeling the smooth flesh in her hand, and made a point to squeeze and touch.

Jen pulled away with a laugh and laid her forehead against Amy's, lips swollen and eyes sparkling. "It's going to be hard going slow with you," she panted.

Amy chuckled weakly, a bit breathless herself. "Glad you enjoyed it."

"Oh I don't know. It's so hard to tell sometimes," she said with a slightly wicked grin. "In fact, I think I need to do it again just to... be sure it was mind-blowingly amazing."

And with that, they started again.

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CHAPTER TEN

Jumping Down

The next few months were as close to bliss as Amy thought possible. For three weeks, she and Jen got to know each other in a completely new way. After finals and the evening before Amy's early morning flight, they made love for the first time. It was so different from being with a boy, all fumbling and groping and very little dexterity. Jen was clearly very good. The experience brought them close but made it all the more difficult to say goodbye when the time came for her to return home for Christmas break.

Over dinner, her parents would pick and argue like they always did and, after all the insanity of the past few months, the routine comforted her. Obviously her father knew nothing about her relationship with Jen. But her mother would occasionally give her knowing smiles and wink. It was both amusing and terribly embarrassing. Especially when her father kept asking if she had something in her eye.

And, of course, there was the communication. Letters sent back and forth, the occasional phone call, chatting on the Internet to late hours. Sometimes her mama complained about the phone line being tied up (meaning she got kicked off) but the arrangement kept them both sane until they could see each other again.

It was in this manner that they passed through their Christmas vacation. Returning was a blessing, though, despite how much Amy enjoyed her time home. She and Jen spent their first night back at school fooling around and reacquainting their bodies. There wasn't a more perfect way to start a new semester. And especially such a tough one.

For the first time, Amy was taking the full course load allowed for a freshmen. Eighteen hours was intrepid but she felt certain she could manage. After all, the courses didn't seem much harder than those she'd had in high school. French, for example, gave her no problems and she often breezed through tests and quizzes without so much as a glance at her textbook. Of course, Madame Beaumont chastised her for being unable to spell some of the words right to which Amy's response was always 'I can't spell them in English, why do you expect I can spell them in French?' It gave the woman a laugh and she generally let up after that. But the only bad part about so many hours, plus her speech team duties, was that it meant less time spent wrapped up with Jen.

First love felt amazing, like it would last forever. Whenever she thought about her girlfriend it was like soda bubbled fizzing in her stomach. Amy never felt like this about anyone before. It was flying, falling and laughing all at once and sometimes she just wanted to scream because if she didn't do something she'd explode. That was generally about the time they snuck off between classes to make out in the back of the library shelves where no one ever went.

And so the first two months of the new semester passed uneventfully. Jen breezed through her classes, and their social lives, as though nothing had truly changed. And it didn't seem to Amy that anything could happen to bring them down.

Until one day, mid-day through March, when she walked back into their room and saw Jen sitting on her bed, phone in hand, just staring at the wall. And it wasn't so much the odd behavior that stopped the girl in her tracks as the expression of utter devastation there.

"Jen? Jen are you alright, what happened?" she demanded, hurrying to the girl and laying her hands gently on her shoulder. But Jen didn't respond, just kept staring. Eventually a fine tremor ran through her and she let out a very shaky breath.

"My parents kicked me out," Jen finally replied, voice eerily even.

Amy stiffened in surprise. "Kicked you out? Why?"

"I..." she hesitated. "I couldn't keep it a secret Amy. I'm tired of going home to them, pretending that I'm something I'm not. Tired of being matched up with neighbor boys I couldn't care less about and dealing with hints about future grand-babies. I thought... I thought doing it over the phone would be easier but..."

"Oh baby, I am so sorry," Amy whispered, pulling Jen to her. The girl clutched to her like a drowning man and let her body shake with the grief she felt though no tears actually fell. Jen wasn't a crier even at the worst of times. So she did what she could to comfort the blonde, to give her some comfort. But she wasn't actually sure it was helping. "Look, it's okay... well... not okay but.... but I can help. You're on a scholarship right? So you can afford to keep going to school and... and you can stay with my Mom and me. She'll love you. We'll make this work."

"Amy?" she said suddenly, voice cracking. " Will... will you please just... just love me? I need to feel... I need..."

Amy didn't need telling twice. Though she had misgivings about sex when her girlfriend was so emotionally compromised she was also unwilling to deny her whatever she thought would help. So she decided to make love to her as tenderly and as affectionately as she possibly could.

Laying Jen back against the pillows, she took time to run her fingers through those wild locks and press kissed to her lips, her eyes, her cheek, her neck... she planned on worshiping this woman. Each piece of clothing was removed with care with more kisses peppering every inch of exposed skin. Occasionally sobbing shudders wracked her girlfriends form, causing her to stop and draw her lips into a gentle kiss. But there was very little response to that. Very little of the passion Amy had come to associate with her fiery partner.

Still she pressed on since Jen showed no signs of wanting to stop. She opened her bra, kissing along the globes of flesh revealed and till she ended with a slightly tongue filled kiss at the nipples very tip. Still not appreciable reaction and Amy was really beginning to worry. Should she stop? Jen hadn't asked her too but she also didn't look right.

"Jen, are you sure you want--"

"Please Amy," she begged, eyes pained. "Just... please."

Still uneasy, she went back to kissing down her body. To her belly button, to the well trimmed patch of hair below her stomach. Then her thighs and knees. Every part of her got a adoring kiss. Amy couldn't take away the pain but maybe she could help heal it. Then she kissed back up her inner thigh to the apex where they met. She teased the flesh there with fingers and tongue, eliciting the first pleasurable reaction from her girlfriend. It was no where near the caliber of their normal interactions but, then, it was not a normal circumstance.

Amy pressed a finger inside, trying to tease her into pleasure. And certainly Jen reacted. But it was half-hearted and the dark-haired girl knew she was nothing more than a distraction. A sex toy would have sufficed just as well for what she was being used for. Yet she pressed hard, working until she felt the familiar tightening and heard the soft keen of an impending climax.

In the afterglow, she washed her hands in the sink and came back to bed. Jen wrapped around her silently for a moment. A long moment. And Amy, emotionally and physically drained, figured she'd fallen asleep and prepared to do the same.

Then Jen finally spoke. "I'm sorry, Amy." she whispered.

"For what?"

But the girl didn't say anything else. Just clung closer and closed her eyes. Worried, Amy pulled her closer with a kiss to the forehead and tried to beat the nightmares away even as they fell asleep.

As the weeks passed Jen's depression grew worse. Amy constantly tried to get her to talk, to open up, anything that would help alleviate the dark cloud hanging over her girlfriend's life. But nothing worked. Despite her promise (multiple times) to always be honest, Jen locked herself away in a tower that even her closet loved ones couldn't climb. It was to the point that Jody was ready to simply report her as suicidal just so she'd be forced to undertake a psychiatric evaluation. But Damien pointed out that would be dishonest, never mind inflammatory, and they'd simply had to sit back helplessly as their dear friend withered before their eyes.

After three weeks of this, Amy feared coming home because she had no idea what awaited her. While she didn't want to believe that her friend would do something drastic, the nagging fear remained. To come home to slit wrists or pill-caked vomit....she wasn't sure she could handle that. Yet come home she did, every night, because Jen didn't need to feel abandoned by her as well.

Then, as quickly as her depression came it seemed to lift. Around April Fool's Day, Jen's mood sky rocketed. She was all smiles and laughter again. For the first week, they were all suspicious. How could she be alright so quickly? But when the second week of good cheer came around, they relaxed. After effectively losing her parents a brief period of mourning was expected. Perhaps she'd just finally reached the acceptance stage. Overcome with overwhelming relief, Amy pulled her girlfriend into the bedroom as soon as possible and had a more normal round of sex than before. It was wonderful, inspiring, and something she would never forget.

It was also the last time it ever happened.

On April 25 (she would never forget the day as long as she lived) Amy woke, surprisingly rested, to an empty bed. Her first two classes had been cancelled for some faculty meeting and, as a result, she got to sleep until nearly noon; a rare luxury at the end of semester. But, as her next class came just before one she had to reluctantly pull herself out of bed and get ready. A shower, some make up and a comfortable outfit later, Amy was awake and ready to start her day. She loaded her bag with all her books as well as a couple of snacks then locked the door and started walking. It was set to be another boring day, another boring class lecture. Only a couple of weeks until school ended for the summer though.

When approached the fine arts tower, however, she saw a crowd of people hovering around with their faces pointed up. Amy was about to followed suit when her cell phone rang, the musical tingling jarring giving the relative silence of the big group. It was rare to have one anymore but it was a growing trend. Most of the kids she knew had a very cheap model like hers. Generally for emergencies only, though, she she admitted to being concerned. More so because the caller ID had Jen's name.

"Hello?" she asked worriedly. "Jen, is everything alright?"

"Please... don't take another step." The girl's voice was tight, like a string about to snap. And yet despite the fragility there she sounded completely calm and collected.

But Amy wasn't soothed. "Jen, come one. What is this? Look just... just meet me at Wilson. We'll talk."

"I said don't move!" she snapped. Amy heard her take a deep breath. "Amy please just... just walk back to GHU. I don't want you here for this."

"For what? Jen, what's going on?"

"She's going to jump!" The scream from one of the milling bystanders immediately drew Amy's attention and her head snapped up so fast it nearly gave her whiplash. No... no she wouldn't... but sure enough, standing over the railing edge at the very top was a girl with a mass of blond curls. Hand shaking, she brought her phone back to her ear.

"Jen," she said, panic lacing her voice. "Jen what are you doing? Come down from there. Please."

"There's only one way I'm coming down from here. Amy, and I don't think that's the way you mean.

"But... but you don't have to do this,"  Amy pleaded. "What about your friends? What about me? We love you Jen. Please, please don't do this to us."

The noirette could almost feel her smile through the phone. "Sorry love, can't."

"You promised. You promised me no more secrets. You promised you'd tell me things... Jen this isn't telling me. I love you. I love you Jen, don't do this. If not for yourself than for me."

"I love you too Amy," she replied after a long moment of silence. "and I'm so very, very sorry."

Suddenly the phone line went dead and people began screaming as the body fell to Earth from the ninth floor, landing with a sickening crunch on the red brick below. People rushed about her, knocking into her but Amy didn't even see them. Her legs had given out as she stared in disbelief at the broken body of her girlfriend lying on the pavement like some discarded rag-doll. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real, it had to be a nightmare.

But the pain in her chest, that unbearable, wrenching pain told her otherwise. This was very real and she was now very alone.

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