REPRESENTED (55 page)

“Are you all right?”  Joan asked.

“Yes, it’s just that I want you.  Immensely.  But I don’t want to frighten you.” Grace breathed in her ear.

“It’s all right, I’m not frightened.  If something doesn’t feel right, I’ll let you know.”

With that Grace felt much better and began raining kisses down Joan’s neck and chest, leading to her breasts that were spilt out of the bra.  Pulling the bra off the rest of the way, Grace threw it on the blouse.  Reaching for Joan’s pants fastener Joan stopped her.  Grace looked up to see the desire flooding Joan’s eyes.  Joan reached to remove the blazer that Grace was wearing.  That too wound up on the chair.  Joan gently began unfastening the buttons to Graces baby blue blouse, a lot more competent and not shaking now.  Her fingertips grazed Graces flesh.  Pushing the blouse off her shoulders the whole thing was stopped because they hadn’t unfastened the buttons at the wrists.  Grace was effectively trapped in her own blouse.  Joan’s shoulders began to shake with laughter.  After a moment of frustration, Grace joined her in laughing at their predicament.  This eased the tension a bit and relaxed both of them.  Pulling the blouse back on she quickly released her wrists and threw off the blouse.  After a moment’s hesitation Joan unfastened the bra holding in Graces breasts.  This too was discarded.  Joan stopped, uncertain and nervous.  Grace lifted her chin with one finger and gently kissed her, which soothed her fears, igniting more of her passion.  Joan wasn’t sure how this immense attraction had come about but she wanted this woman more than she could bear.  In short order they were both standing there naked.  Joan shyly looked everywhere but AT Graces body.  Grace had no qualms and looked lustfully over Joan’s.

Pulling her in for an embrace, Grace could feel the tension in Joan’s body.  The unfamiliarity of a woman’s body was scaring her, despite her wantings.  Grace soothed her with gentle caresses.  Nothing intimate.  Just gentle caresses.  Soon Joan was returning those caresses and reaching to Grace for a kiss.  Joan surprised Grace with the intensity of the passion that came with that kiss.  Grace wondered if Joan was as aware of what she was doing as Grace was.  She didn’t think so.  The caresses became more fevered and gently intimate.  They both wanted it, they craved it.  The first touch below her navel had Joan making small moaning noises, unaware how inflaming they were, they coincided with her harsh breathing from the kisses they were exchanging.  Graces hand circled lower to Joan’s lower hair.  Definitely red in color, her fingers stretched through it, touching lightly.  Joan took her own hand and pressed Graces harder against her crotch, slightly grinding it in, her hips pushing against the hands.  Surprised, Grace granted her wish.

At the first touch of her clit Joan’s knees began to buckle.  Grace lowered her to the bed and began making love to her in earnest.  No hesitation.  Determined caresses meant to arouse her.  Joan was nibbling along Graces shoulder but she actually bit her when Grace touched her wet crotch.  Moaning in a pleading sort of way, Joan was on fire.  Grace set out to put more fuel on the fire by placing a finger inside of her and moving slowly.  Joan bucked up at that hand.  Two fingers and she was moaning, shamelessly.  Grace knew her own crotch was wet from these goings on.  She placed Joan’s other hand on her own crotch and cringed a little at how zealously Joan imitated her.  Slowing her down a little to an even rhythm had them both in ecstasy.  Grace came quickly.  She knew her body well and knew the desires that had been building all night.  She captured Joan’s mouth again with her own and deepened the kisses; deeply her tongue plunged, imitating her fingers.  She could tell by the gushing moisture on her hand and the moans coming from Joan how close she was to a climax.  Grace captured Joan’s scream in her mouth as she came.  Grace didn’t stop the rhythm though.  She continued until Joan had come a second time.  Little cries followed for a time.  Grace was amazed at the power of Joan’s climax.  Smiling to herself at what she had caused, she lay down next to her, kissing her breasts and her mouth, in a thank you.  Soothing caresses followed.  Not wanting to frighten her by doing other things to her, Grace decided not to proceed any further tonight.

When their breathing had returned to normal, Grace rose and went to the bathroom to clean up.  As she had left so abruptly, Joan was confused.  She laid there stunned.  Her own insecurities surfaced and she thought she had done something wrong.  Joan was about to follow to the bathroom when Grace returned with a warm wash cloth.  She proceeded to wash between Joan’s legs much to her mortification.  Joan reached for the cloth to finish and Grace let her knowing she needed to adjust.  Joan was surprised and then embarrassed at the amount of cum that she was cleaning up.  It seemed to be never ending.  Finally she rose to go to the bathroom and finish cleaning herself.

Shyly returning to the bedroom she saw that Grace had pulled off the bedspread and pulled down the sheets.  She was unselfconsciously naked as she adjusted the pillows.  Joan watched her from the bathroom door.  Grace looked up and with her hand invited her into the bed.  Hesitating only slightly, Joan joined her.  Grace pulled her into an embrace with Joan’s head resting on her shoulder.  They snuggled together.

“Any regrets?”

Moving slightly to face up to her Joan replied “No, should there be?”

“That depends on you actually.  I don’t have any.”

“I don’t think I do either.”

Smiling, Grace leaned over and kissed her gently.  Lying there together, holding each other was just so nice.  Both became drowsy.

“Grace, I must tell you something.”

Instantly awake and looking for her regrets Grace let Joan rise up.  “What?”

Her face a mixture of emotions Joan was looking down at her hands.  They were entwined with Graces in a hand hold.  Disentangling them, Joan took a deep breath and blurted “I’ve never had a climax before.”  Her faced flushed with her confession.  She looked up to Grace and noted the amazement in her expression.

“Never?”  She asked in astonishment.  The passion that this woman had shared with her made that statement sound like a lie.

Joan shook her head.  Her face was darker if possible with embarrassment.

“But you were married for seven years, you said.”

Nodding in agreement Joan looked back down in mortification.  “I know I’ve been close several times but never actually made it over the mountain.”

Blown away at this news, Grace could only stare.  Pulling herself together she realized how vulnerable this woman was who lay in her bed.  “Not even by yourself?”

Shaking her head Joan looked up.  Grace could see the hurt that this news had inflicted on this woman.  Reaching over, Grace again took her hands in hers and said “Hey, this isn’t ANYTHING to be ashamed of, okay?  I can tell you I KNOW for a fact that it couldn’t possibly be your fault.  After what you just showed me you never need to convince me that you can’t orgasm.  You may not know it but that was pretty powerful stuff.”

Looking up to see if she was just being placated, Joan smiled.  Returning it, Grace again pulled her against her chest, kissing her on the way down, cuddling her close.  They both drifted off to sleep.

~End Chapter 1~

K’Anne Meinel

K’Anne Meinel first wrote
SHIPS
in 2003 over the course of two weeks.  She then played with it for several years before publishing it as an e-book on Smashwords.com and then being approached to publish it in book form.  After that it was published on Amazon.com as an e-book.  In the meantime she published some 35 novellas and novels of various genres.  Originally from Wisconsin many of her stories have taken on locations from and around the state.  A gypsy at heart she has lived in many locations and plans to continue doing that.  Her fans have compared her to some of the great authors of our times including Danielle Steel and Dean Koontz.  Videos of several of her books are available on YouTube outlining some of the locations of her books and telling a little bit more…giving the readers insight into her mind as she created these wonderful stories.

If you have enjoyed
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you’ll look forward to K’Anne Meinel’s splendid and unforgettable
first
novel:

SHIPS

CompanionSHIP, FriendSHIP, RelationSHIP

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SHIPS

CompanionSHIP, FriendSHIP, RelationSHIP

~ CHAPTER 1 ~

Have you ever met a person that you just were so in synch with?  You knew immediately that they were someone special for you?  Would you know how lucky you were?  Would you know they were the one?

Joan was sitting at the convention, yawning.  It’s been a very busy day.  Signing prints, shaking hands, listening to conversations until her ears rang.  It is already 4 o’clock.  One more hour and she is released from this prison.  Her manager comes up with another print to be signed.  Sitting there at the table she glances around.  Her booth comprises a 40’ wall of her various prints.  She has more but they wouldn’t fit on a 40’ wall.  Her originals fetch six figures sometimes, most only five figures.  More than enough to make her life comfortable and indulge in more painting at her leisure.  More paintings meant more prints and more money, a vicious, comfortable cycle

As it is the end of the day there are less people viewing the various artist’s prints and collections.  Her booth is on a corner at the end of the row.  First or last depending on where you started in the convention center.  Looking around Joan notices a tall blonde woman viewing the only three originals she brought with her to this show.  They are new.  Not in the catalogs or on the internet yet.  The prints are in the works so she can now sell the originals.

This woman obviously likes what she sees as she is smiling and looks as though she is talking to herself, not aloud but nodding to her own thoughts.  Intrigued Joan rises and walks over to the woman.  Standing out of the woman’s way but in her line of vision Joan gives her a little smile.  The woman turns her full attention on Joan and returns the smile.

“So what do you think?” Joan asks with a little nod towards the three new paintings.

Turning back to them the woman answers “Intriguing.  I could get lost in the daydreams that that one creates.”  She indicates the one with pink and blue clouds and cream.  In fact that’s its title:
Clouds and Cream
.

Remembering its creation, Joan nods and examines it too.  It does have that effect.  You look into it and begin daydreaming immediately.  For every person its different dreams yet the same effect.

“Good thoughts I hope,” Joan answers.

“Very,” comes the quick answer.

Looking on to the other prints the woman begins discussing the merits of some.  Many seem to interest her.  Her knowledge of the prints is very good.  She indicates a couple that she has copies of.  Chatting with her Joan realizes this woman must be a collector.  They talk about almost all the prints displayed before Joan introduces herself.

“I could sign your prints if you’d like,” she offers.

Amazed the woman turns to her and says, “YOU’RE the artist?”

Not sure if she should be insulted or not Joan nods and gives a tight little smile.

“How wonderful!” The woman exclaims.  “I’ve often wondered about the person behind these creations.  I’ve seen your catalog and it makes me want more of them.”

Genuine enthusiasm makes Joan relax.  They continue chatting about the various paintings and the stories behind some of them.  Examining the woman, Joan wonders what it is about her that makes it so easy to talk about her paintings.  It is a very personal thing to most artists. 

Joan looks at her as with an artist’s eye. The woman stands about 5’9”.  Her hair is blonde and streaked with lighter blonde; a typical site in California for this time.  It looks like she has a nice perm in it.  It falls to just below her shoulders.  She has the sides pulled back with clips revealing small diamonds in her ears and an ear clip on the left one.  She is wearing an off white pantsuit with a baby blue blouse.  The blazer fits her beautifully.  She carries herself well.  Her eyes are brown and twinkling, her nose long and narrow.  Her mouth not too thin but definitely not lush.  Her face is lightly made up.  She is very easy to talk too.  Before Joan realizes it they are announcing over the loudspeakers that the day at the art show is over.