CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (2)

                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                                                                                                         Akiko Sekiae

CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (2)

"… swimming, according to its nature and reason for being, swiftly down her throat to the interior of her body."

Broken Celestial was still waiting for Sureal to come back to ravish her, to return her to her natural state of dreamlike arousal. But he did not come.

And so she embarked upon a life of drifting, her eyes darting, drooping, fighting sleep, but searching for what, for whom, if not for him? Something happened one night in a dance sim that made her heart jump. A random newbie had said something that reminded her of Sureal's style, and it had triggered a river of powerful yearning that flooded her brain with emotion as warm as the blood that fed it. Could it be an alternate avatar?! Would his "alt" reveal himself to her, dodging his real life spouse, blazing across Celestial's monitor in a newbie skin, lovably awkward without his familiar male animation override, talking sweetness and plunging her into a new erotic Second Life? "No, no, Sureal-baby, no, no," she sang hauntingly to herself, "I'm still alone, Sureal-baby, still alone." Pobrecita Celestial was a sensual, highly evolved pixel goddess in love with a mortal man lost behind an av that no longer existed.

And during all this, Yoru had loved her as a best friend, had been her confidante, shared her stress, seen her cry. She wondered if Sureal’s real life wife had caused his sudden disappearance. Many "first" life spouses feel overshadowed, even eclipsed by erotic second lives. It had happened to Yoru. A spouse had pulled the plug on her swooning, potent man for loving too fondly online the stunning real-life girl behind her doppelgänger av. The power of Second Life love affaires is denied by none, although some avatars profess themselves immune to relationships. Ahhh… but those claiming immunity to their own humanity are often victims of heartbreak themselves, chapters in the thick book of virtual love's power to reach beyond the web.

Naturally, since Yoru is bi, she had fantasized what it would be like to be Celestial's lover, but had never seen Celestial show romantic interest in other girls until the evening she begged Yoru to kiss her. It happened not long after Celestial found herself abandoned, and it took Yoru by surprise. She told Yoru she had experienced lesbian affairs in Real Life, but never in SL. If Yoru kissed her, she wondered, if she cuddled with her on the lakeside chaises, would it lead to "virtually physical" love? Would she become Celestial’s first girlfriend lover in SL? Celestial was rebounding, and Yoru was hoping, recklessly, that it would be with her.

She set about planning a date with her best friend, her new girlfriend, wanting desperately to please her. Yoru cared nothing about age differences, but she knew Celestial was ten years older than she, and was excited she would learn much about love. Her tendency had been to follow Celestial's lead. Did that make Yoru a sub? A switch?

She decided to invite her to onzen, a Japanese hot springs, spread in several pools built high on a beach. “I will paint on her screen the steam of our passion,” she laughed nervously to herself, and so it seemed to happen. The girls spent an hour sponging each other’s skin, soaking, rising from the water nude to climb gingerly from one scented pool to the next, showing their half-moon buttocks glistening brilliantly in the reflections of stars off the water, dripping condensation from their slick, shining, plumping breasts, arching their slender necks to kiss and lick in the steam-laden air. They brought each other to unbearable lust in the furiously bubbling pools, both touching themselves and each other in the torrid liquid, adding to it in their passion. After heating their cores repeatedly, and on the brink of bursting with pleasure, they climbed into a pool of icy water, succumbing to the numbness, cuddling and cooling themselves, as their skin embodied the contrasting sensations, gulping in caresses along with the crushing chill.

Celestial was to Yoru a heady enigma, someone who seemed foreign when placed against the backdrop of Yoru’s beloved ofuro, Japanese baths, but at the same time achingly familiar to her heart, because she was also her best friend. Celestial confided she was a little nervous, wondering if Yoru had noticed, but Yoru simply offered her a cup of warm sake. Does one notice if the adoring angels fidget as one enters the realm of bliss?

Finally Yoru could stand the wait no longer. She pulled herself out of the pleasantly freezing pool and lay down on a sandy towel on the sand in the sun. Celestial went to her, pulled her up and pushed her back down, spreading her knees in the process, then licked her finger and touched Your's clitoris while she forced her, with the other hand behind her head, to kiss her open mouth. Yoru, thrown into a love affaire she had dreamed of many times, melted into the scene, instantly cuming on her fingers. Celestial giggled at how easily it happened and Yoru admitted it was not unusual, she would climax many times that night. Hearing that, Celestial sat up straight and ran her hands down to her own hips, shaking her breasts and inviting Yoru to kiss her nipples and the wet-darkened, bumpy, curving flesh around them. She was firm with Yoru, holding her head immobile with both hands,  pushing her nipples, first one, then the other, across her face and into Yoru’s waiting mouth. Yoru obeyed, cooing “Nnnnh…” in a high-pitched voice, lapping them, almost trembling with pleasure.

Halting the “feeding,” Celestial pushed Yoru back by her shoulders onto her back, legs up, and covered the entire slit between her legs with the flat of her hand, back to front. Yoru reached down and put her own hand on her lover's and put pressure on it, pushing it deeper into her until Celestial's fingertips got wet, and at the same time widened her thighs, letting Celestial know she loved what she was doing to her. Deeper and deeper the fingers tunneled, cornering her clit, surrounding her labia and caressing the swelling, utterly feminine, squirting woman, causing Yoru to spin into ecstasy, cumming again, wet and moaning. (continued...)