A Dark And Stormy Night
A Dark And Stormy Night is the erotic story of Robyn and Valerie and their steamy introduction to each other’s body. Lesbian Literotica.
A sudden flash of lightning filled the small cabin, causing the transistor radio to momentarily crackle with static. A few seconds later, the June night was filled with a resounding crash as the sound of thunder caught up with the light. The storm had been raging for a little over two hours, alternating between violent clashes in the sky and the steady patter of rain against the windows.
“That was a good one!” Exclaimed the dark-haired girl as she clapped in appreciation of the sudden illumination.
“You wouldn’t think so if we were out there.” Replied her companion as she pointed out the large bay windows to the lake beyond.
“But we’re not, are we?” The first girl retorted in an exaggerated pout.
“Sometimes you can be such a worrier.”
“You’re right.” The first girl answered. “But one of us has to have some sense. Otherwise, you’d have us out on the lake because you’d get a better view.
“Hey, that’s an idea”, Robyn said in mock seriousness. “We could take one of the boats down by the dock and…”
“Don’t even think it….” Valerie cut her off in a dead stop tone.
Both girls then broke into laughter.
All in all, watching the storm and snacking on popcorn and the wine they had snuck out of the liquor cabinet wasn’t the worst way the two 18-year-olds could spend the night. Of course, it wasn’t what they had thought it would be when they come up to the lake two days before.
Robyn Grayson and Valerie Carter had been friends for 12 of their 18 years, ever since they had met on the first day of kindergarten. Back then, they had both been pudgy little girls more interested in games and dolls than anything else. With slight variations, that had continued right up until they began to hit puberty.
In Robyn’s case, womanhood sprung upon her with a vengeance. She lost all her baby fat and in a single summer went through a growth spurt that causes her to fill up and out at the same time. Instead of the semi-plump tomboy, she found herself a very attractive young lady with a figure that drew boys like moths to a candle. It was during that summer that she finally appreciated her mother’s insistence that she let her hair grow. Robyn had wanted to cut it short because it kept getting in the way. It now stretched down to a few inches below her waist.
Valerie also began to fill out that summer but unlike Robyn, she lost none of her childhood fat. She added more than a few inches to her height over the last few years but with them came more pounds than she liked to think about. Today she hit the scales at 160. Thankfully, it was spread throughout her body giving her a mature full-figured look.
Both girls sometimes wished that they could exchange bodies, at least long enough to see what it would be like. Valerie wished she could be as slender as Robyn. In turn, Robyn wondered what it would be like to have a 38D bust like Valerie’s instead of her own small 34C.
Yet despite the physical changes, both girls had remained steadfast friends. They had seen other friendships fall apart when one friend became one of the popular crowds and then no longer wanted to associate with former friends. Robyn had become part of the in-crowd, a head cheerleader and the girlfriend of the star quarterback. But she made it clear to anyone who even suggested that it would look better if she “dropped” Val, that the crowd, the cheerleaders, and even the quarterback would go before her friendship with Valerie did.
In fact, the hardest adjustment to their friendship over the last few years hadn’t been Robyn’s rise in stature but Valerie’s. Between both of them, Valerie had always been the smarter of the two. At least as far as the books were concerned. A constant presence on the honor roll, the short-haired girl had finished the requirements for graduation six months early. And since she had also aced her SAT’s, she’d been allowed to take courses at State this last semester.
Valerie had been home only a few days when her mother had announced that they were going up to the cabin for a few days and wouldn’t it be nice if she invited her friend Robyn to come along. It would give them a chance to catch up on the last six months.
The first days of the trip had been pretty uneventful, just swimming in the lake, a little boating, and barbecuing with the neighbors. Then this afternoon, Val’s 14-year-old brother, Bobby took a fall and twisted his ankle while climbing a tree. It had swollen up pretty good and her mother thought it a good idea to take him into town and have it x-rayed, just to be sure.
Since Val’s father couldn’t make the trip, heading into town would leave the girl’s alone, but Mae Carter said she would be back in a few hours. If they had any problems in that short time, well the closest neighbors were only a quarter-mile away.
The wait in the small hospital turned out to be a lot longer than Mae had expected. By the time they were finished the storm was just beginning to hit. Since the old country roads had a tendency to wash out rather easily, especially the small bridge over Dobson’s Creek, the safe bet was to stay in town until morning. So she had called the girls and told them that Bobby was fine and that they’d be back in the morning and not to worry. They’d assured her that they’d be fine.
“I bet you wished you’d stayed home this weekend”, Valerie said as she drained the last of the wine from her glass.
“I don’t know, this is kind of fun”, Robyn replied as she quickly refilled Val’s glass.
“More fun than Sally Kellerman’s Graduation Bash?” Valerie countered as she looked at the now-empty wine bottle. It seemed like they’d just opened it. “That was tonight wasn’t it?”
“Yeh, I think so”, Robyn said in a somewhat unconvincing tone as she stepped over to the bar and pulled out another bottle. “But I really wasn’t planning to go to that anyway.”
“Oh sure, the biggest party of the year filled with the most popular people in school and you were just going to stay home and do your nails”, Val said as Robyn refilled her own glass.
“If my mom hadn’t waited until we were up here before mentioning it, I never would’ve asked you. It wasn’t fair to put you on the spot, not wanting to say no to this trip. It’s not like I’d be angry if you wanted to go to the party instead.”
“I mean it, I really wasn’t planning to go.” Robyn insisted as Valerie looked on unconvinced. “I guess I’m finally beginning to realize what really stupid assholes some of those people are.”
“Well, what do you know?” Valerie called out. “There is a brain in that pretty head after all. Sometimes you can open your mouth and speak up.”
“Go to hell!” Robyn shot back in mock anger. “There are a lot of times I open my mouth.”
“Yeh, but then it’s usually to attach it to some dumb jock!” Val returned.
“Oh how sharp the tongue of a friend.” Robyn laughed.
“Speaking of heads and sharp tongues, maybe we should go a little easy on this stuff”, Valerie suggested as she indicated the glasses they both held. “Wouldn’t do to have mom come back and find us sloshed.”
“You worry too much”, Robyn said. “By the time she gets back tomorrow, we’ll have had a good night’s sleep and be fine.”
“Today you mean.” Valerie corrected as she looked at the large clock on the fireplace mantle and noted that it was one in the morning.
“Whatever…” Robyn said, grabbing another handful of popcorn.
“Does this new asshole category include Brian?” Valerie asked, drawing up a mental image of Robyn’s on again off again quarterback boyfriend.
“Brian’s both a prick and an asshole!” The long-haired girl replied. “Turns out he was screwing both Jenny Davis and Helen Williams.”
“That would be on the nights you were seeing someone else?” Valerie asked.
“Yes, I mean, that was different…” Robyn replied.
“Of course.” Val smiled.
“What about you?” Robyn quickly asked, changing the subject. “You haven’t said one word about the guys at State. You can’t tell me you’ve been celibate all this time.”
While Valerie hadn’t Robyn’s experience with boys, she was far from a virgin. There had always been guys who realized that she was cute in her own way and would rather date a girl whose idea of an intelligent conversation wasn’t what new store was opening in the mall. That and the desire to get a really good look at those big boobs that filled out whatever she wore. Jocks, Nerds, or somewhere in between, guys were still guys.
“Well, I’ve been really busy these past few months”, Valerie said, looking more than just a little uncomfortable. “College courses are a lot more difficult than high school.”
“Bullshit!” Robyn yelled back. “I can tell when you’re lying. You’re seeing someone.”
“Well……actually….” Valerie hesitated, she was finding it hard to say the words that floated unbidden in her mind.
“Come on, we’ve never had secrets from each other”, Robyn insisted. “Didn’t I even tell you when I screwed Mr. Peterson after he took me home from babysitting that night.”
Valerie remembered all too well how excited Robyn had been when she called her up on Val’s private phone one night after midnight to tell her she’d just been fucked by Robert Peterson. A successful businessman in his late 30’s, Valerie still wondered what drew a man like that to take such a chance with a 16-year-old. She’d seen his wife many times and she was a very attractive woman. Some things she just would never understand.
“Yeh, I remember.” She answered quietly, staring into the glow that blazed in the fireplace.
“So you know you can trust me. Come on.” Robyn insisted.
Valerie turned her gaze from the fire to her oldest friend. She could see in her hungry eyes that Robyn was possessed by a need to know. Still, the words wouldn’t come.
“Is it a teacher or a professor isn’t that what you call them?” Robyn asked. “Are you sleeping with one of them?”
“No.” Val simply replied.
“Is it someone that’s married?” Robyn quickly continued.
“No.” Val repeated.
“Then why can’t you tell me?” Robyn asked once more.
Valerie stood up and walked over to the fireplace, again losing herself in the warm glow. She ran her hand through her short black hair and sighed. It’d been a really long day, and the need for sleep and the wine was beginning to be felt.
“Why don’t we just drop this and get some sleep?” She said.
“Cause I want to know, that’s why!” Robyn said. “I want to know what it is that you can’t share with someone you’ve been friends with since we were five.”
“Because you wouldn’t understand, that’s why?” Valerie replied.
“What wouldn’t I understand?” came Robyn’s reply. “A guys a guy. God knows I’ve slept with a few jerks. So what’s the………..”
Robyn suddenly paused in mid-sentence. She brought her hand up to her still open mouth in surprise. The reason Val didn’t want to talk about it suddenly seemed crystal clear.
“Oh shit,” She exclaimed. “He’s black, isn’t he. You’re sleeping with a nigger! What’s your mother going to do if she finds out?”
Valerie just shook her head. It was bad enough that Robyn couldn’t let the matter drop without her letting her narrow-minded prejudices create all kinds of wild fantasies.
He is a she…
“No, he’s not black, or brown or yellow or for that matter white.” Val finally answered, no longer caring how her friend would finally react. “If you really, really have to know – he is a she!”
A pregnant silence filled the cabin as Valerie caused Robyn to be speechless for the first time in her life. She was certain she had just flushed a dozen year friendship down the proverbial toilet. Staring once more into the comforting flames of the fire, Valerie found that she really didn’t care. She was tired of hiding it. If her friend couldn’t handle the truth, well then maybe their friendship was a mistake in the first place.
“What’s her name?” Robyn asked.
“What?” Val asked, not actually hearing Robyn.
“I said, what’s her name?” Robyn repeated.
“Your girlfriend, or am I supposed to call her your lover?”
“Whatever you’re the most comfortable with.” Valerie finally responded, surprised at her friend’s calm reaction. “Her name is Beth Moskowitz.”
The name brought a sudden image of a tall dark-eyed girl in Valerie’s dorm. She had been introduced to her when she had gone up to State during spring break to take a look at the school.
“I remember her.” Robyn said. “She’s very pretty.”
“Thanks”, Val answered, unsure what else to say. “But it’s already over between us. She wants someone who can be out in the open about their relationship. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
“I’m sorry.” Robyn offered. The emotion in her voice showing the sympathy was genuine. “You want to talk about it?”
It had been a good long time since the two women had really sat down and had such an intimate conversation. It felt good for both of them.
Surprisingly neither of them felt tired anymore.
“I should apologize for that nigger remark.” Robyn said. “I should know better than that, but sometimes the prejudices you’re surrounded with are hard to ignore.”
“Actually I’m pretty surprised the way you’ve taken this whole thing”, Valerie said. “I almost expected you to call me a dyke.”
“I’m not that bad, am I?” asked Robyn.
“I guess not.” Val smiled.
“True, lesbianism isn’t really a subject that comes up a lot in my circle of friends, but I’m not totally ignorant.” she went on. “I know there’s a lot more to a woman’s interest in other women than the idea that she simply can’t get herself a man.”
Actually, that little tidbit was the core of most of her friend’s thinking on the subject. Dykes, as they preferred to call them, were ugly girls who couldn’t get a man and so turned to each other.
Inevitably, some of their late night chat sessions would turn to sex. Robyn had always found it laughable as to what was considered acceptable and not. It was always ok to talk about how you fucked your boyfriend or a new position you tried. In fact, she could recall a night that Betty Lieberman demonstrated on a banana the perfect blow-job. Yet there was another night that Sally Keller asked one of the other girls how best to masturbate and found herself shut out of the group. Evidently, that was too close to sexual contact between one girl and another.
“Was Beth a one time thing or are you defiantly into women now? asked Robyn.
“I don’t know.” came Valerie’s reply. “I still find guys attractive, but I’m also attracted to girls too. To be honest, I’ve been attracted to girls for a couple of years. This was just the first time I had the opportunity to do anything about it. If Beth hadn’t been so open in her sexuality, I’d still be thinking about it.”
What about me?…
Robyn studied the face of her friend. The revelation that she had been attracted to girls for years sent her mind racing along a new track. It was almost a minute before she asked the question that repeated over and over in her head.
“Were you ever attracted to me?”
Valerie waited almost twice as long before answering. Just saying the words seemed to take a great load off of her.
“I’ve been in love with you since I was 14.” Valerie said.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Robyn gushed.
“What was I going to say?” Valerie asked. “Do you think you could’ve handled it?”
“Probably not.” the long-haired girl said after a moment’s reflection. “I’m not really sure how I’m handling it right now.”
“Do you want to let this drop and turn in?” Valerie asked as she looked at the clock. “It’s almost one-thirty.”
“No, I’m not tired.” was Robyn’s quick response.
Robyn took a long hard look at her long time friend. Most of their life, they had been closer than sisters. Had one of them been born a man, they
would’ve undoubtedly been lovers. Now that little hinge of fate seemed to have been removed. If that was what they both wanted.
“What’s it like?” Robyn asked. “Making love to another woman?”
“I could say it was softer, gentler than being with a guy.” Valerie began. “But I don’t think that would really describe it. I really can’t put it into words.”
“I didn’t think so.” Robyn smiled. “Then I guess you’ll just have to show me.”
“What…?” Valerie responded in disbelief. “Do you know what your saying?”
“Maybe, maybe not….” Robyn grinned. “But I do know I love you too. This is about the only thing we haven’t done together. I’ve always had a certain curiosity about it. That much I’m sure of.”
Valerie was taken a little aback, unsure what to make of what she was saying or what to do next.
“Besides, I’ve gone to bed with guys for a lot less reasons.” She laughed.
Valerie knew that much was certainly true.
Robyn leaned over and kissed Valerie. It wasn’t the first kiss they had ever shared. There had always been the hello and good-bye as well as the holiday kisses. In addition, they had once practiced kissing one night back when they were 15 and they were just beginning to date guys. Robyn’s first French kiss had been with Valerie. But all of those had been mechanical. Technically correct but lacking the feeling that you put into kissing a lover. This kiss had that feeling.
A second kiss followed and this time Valerie opened her mouth as she felt the soft pressure of her friend’s tongue against it. Many nights over the years she had dreamed of this moment. More than a few times she had been in bed with Beth and she had imagined it had been Robyn instead. Now the unexpected reality of it all as their tongues met was enough for sudden moisture to appear between her legs, and any sense of caution to be tossed to the wind.
The night sky suddenly erupted with the most violent thunderflash yet, one so close that the boom of its fury followed before the light faded. The windows shook as the sky opened up once more.
“Wow, that was some kiss!” Robyn exclaimed. “I can’t wait to see what the rest is like.”
Valerie merely grinned back, feeling a pleasing warmth filling her soul.
Now it was Valerie’s turn to initiate a kiss. As she pressed against the softness of her friend’s lips, she reached up and caressed her breasts through the blue nightshirt. Her hand closed and cupped one breast, sending a soft sigh from Robyn’s lips.
“Let me take this off”, Robyn said as she grabbed the bottoms of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
Gazing with admiration as Robyn’s pert breasts bounced free, Valerie found it funny that even though she was the one with all the experience in this sort of thing, it was her neophyte lover who seemed the more aggressive. It was like the old saying that there was no one more passionate than a virgin who had decided to give up her virginity.
“Now your turn,” Robyn said as she tossed her nightshirt aside and gave a little tug on Valerie’s.
Robyn’s eyes widened as the red shirt lifted and she looked down at Val’s much more ample bust. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how many times she had seen her girlfriend naked over the years, between sleepovers, school showers, and such. This time it was different. It was the first time she looked at her body with sexual lust. The girl wondered if the warm flush she felt was the same thing a guy felt when he first saw those melon-sized mounds.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, Robyn immediately reached out and ran her hands across Val’s breasts, rubbing her fingers against her wide dark aureoles. It sent an even more powerful rush through her body. She couldn’t believe how warm her skin felt to the touch. It was as if she were running a fever.
Valerie was indeed consumed with a fever, a heat that had simmered over the years. She reached over and cupped Robyn’s breasts, lowering her head at the same time. Passionately, she began to cover them with kisses before taking one of the nipples into her mouth. Her tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller girl.
“Oh that feels nice.” Robyn gushed as Val moved to her other breast, at the same time still caressing the first breast with her hand.
Valerie’s touch was so unlike that of Brian, her most recent lover. In fact, she couldn’t compare it to any of the men she’d been with. She only knew that it felt great.
Valerie continued to suckle at Robyn’s breasts as she reached down and rubbed her fingers against the long-haired girl’s wet panties. Robyn responded by pushing down her panties, giving her friend greater access to her pussy.
Her response to the invitation was first one finger, then a second, deep inside Robyn’s love canal. It wasn’t long before her ministrations brought forth a wet, sweet response that covered her fingers.
Robyn now tried to duplicate Valerie’s skill with her tongue as she lifted one large breast to her lips. Of course, she didn’t have Val’s skill, but she had tried this on a boy or two. At least those who didn’t freak at the idea. For some reason, guys seemed to associate having their nipples licked or someone playing with their ass with homosexual acts, even if it was done by a girl.
Still, she put everything she had into it as Valerie gave her a reassuring moan. Valerie’s fingers continued to slide in and out of her as she moved to Val’s left breast.
After giving Robyn the time she needed to satisfy her mammary urges, Valerie guided her to the floor in front of the fire and spread her legs. Robyn knew what was coming next and smiled at her new lover in anticipation.
The skillful tongue that had so caressed her breasts now began its work on her sexuality. Robyn let out a loud cry of pleasure as she felt the slick appendage slides in and out of her. She reached down and put her hands on the back of Valerie’s head, guiding her to her most sensitive spots.
The clock on the wall ticked away as wave upon wave of delight spread out across her body. She closed her eyes and let herself become lost in the ecstasy. The soft cries that escaped her lips every now and then brought an increased desire to Valerie. Tonight was a hundred nights of dreams become reality. The honeydew that covered her tongue was like nectar of the gods. She scooped it into her mouth eagerly.
“I’ve got to try this!” Robyn exclaimed as she shifted her body until Valerie and she was in a sixty-nine position.
The scent of Valerie’s womanhood filled Robyn nostrils, making her slightly lightheaded. She parted her friend’s lips with her fingers and reached out for her first taste of another woman.
It was, she decided, tantalizingly tangy. Closing her eyes, she relished the sensation, even as she reached out for more. More than Valerie was all too willing to give.
The larger girl pressed her now pulsating mound deeper into her lover’s face, even as she mashed her own mouth into Robyn’s virgin pussy. She was driven by the idea that this would be her friend’s first orgasm by another woman. A woman who had loved her for so long and had dreamed of this night.
It soon became a game of dueling tongues as each tried to outdo the other. Valerie obviously had the experience, but Robyn was driven by an enthusiasm that just wouldn’t quit.
They rolled back and forth, their heads buried between each other’s legs. Nothing else mattered except the climax that each was driving the other to.
A thin film of sweat covered both girls as their hearts began to race. Never had either of them had ever felt so excited. Valerie felt that she should be crying out how much she loved Robyn, but she couldn’t bear to tear herself away from the luscious banquet she was feasting on, even for a moment.
Robyn, on the other hand, couldn’t help but let out moan after moan as her lover’s skillful tongue reached up and into the core of her sexuality. No guy had ever brought her to such an ecstatic state. Fast as the waves of passion were now ripping through her supple form, she knew she was on the verge of a memorable climax.
So powerful were the ripples causing her flesh to quiver and quake, she was having a hard time trying to keep up with Valerie. She just couldn’t concentrate on what she was doing. Finally, she just gave up and surrendered to the fire of Val’s desire.
Valerie felt the absence of her lover’s tongue but she didn’t mind it a bit. She was overjoyed to have had her try as hard as she did, it was more than she could’ve imagined. She slid a free hand down between her own legs and began massaging her saturated mound, taking up where Robyn left off.
Valerie was determined that they climax together, even if she had to bring both of them off herself.
It didn’t take long at all. It was almost impossible to tell which of them exploded first. Valerie felt Robyn’s body stiffen in her arms, then a loud gasp filled her lips. A second later, she felt her own body erupt as well.
At that moment, as if a sign from the heavens that they had fulfilled their destiny, the night sky erupted in a final flash of luminance, followed seconds later by a roaring thunderclap. A detonation was so powerful it caused the walls of the cabin to shake as well. It was the last burst of a tempest which had finally blown itself out.
Like the storm, both girls had expended the last of their energy in that final explosive moment. Robyn collapsed against Valerie, resting against her rapidly cooling flesh. Exhausted as well, Valerie gently stroked Robyn’s hair. In a soft, weak, voice she spoke.
“I love you, Robyn.”
Still catching her breath, Robyn couldn’t summon up the strength to answer. Instead, she leaned over and kissed Valerie’s breast. The meaning of the non-verbal message was all too clear.
It was impossible for either girl to tell how long they just laid there. Neither was aware of anything but the beating of their own hearts and the cloud of euphoria they found themselves floating in. Occasionally, one would stroke or gently kiss the other.
Gently, the excitement of the night, coupled with the cool breeze that had come up in the wake of the storm, lured both of them into a dream-filled slumber. There, the image of their love was replayed again and again.
Sunlight had long filled the cabin as the two girls slept on. Still naked, they had become entwined during the night. It was only when the sound of a car coming up the driveway filled the room that Robyn’s eyes slowly opened.
She smiled as she felt the warmth of Valerie’s skin against her cheek. Her lover’s breasts had served as her pillow. The new sound of a car door slamming and voices outside caused her eyes to now rapidly open and she jerked her head upward.
“Easy, Bobby,” said the woman’s voice from outside the window. “The doctor said you have to take it easy on that ankle.”
“Oh shit!” Robyn reacted to Mrs. Carter’s voice as she began to shake her friend awake.
“Just five more minutes”, Valerie said in response to her girlfriend’s shaking.
“Val, your mothers back.” Robyn said softly. “And we’re naked.”
“Oh shit!” Valerie said as she repeated Robyn’s reaction.
Both girls scrambled for their nightshirts and quickly pulled them on. There was no time for anything else as they heard the front door opening.
“Honey, we’re home.” Mae Carter called out as she stepped inside.
The tall woman paused as she saw the two nightshirt clad girls. She was surprised to find them still not dressed at ten-thirty.
“Hi mom.” Valerie said.
“Hi indeed”, Mae said. “I would’ve expected the two of you would’ve been up hours ago.”
“Well we kind of stayed up pretty late last night.” Valerie explained.
“The storm and all….”
“And we got to talking,” Robyn cut in. “Catching up a little.”
“I see.” Mae commented.
“Hey mom,” Bobby called out from behind her.
Mae turned around and saw what Bobby had found. There, spread out on the floor, were three empty bottles of wine. As well as two glasses still half full.
“The storm huh.” Mae said as she gave the girls a hard stare.
“Well….” Valerie replied, the ambiguity in her voice telling Mae that she knew they had been busted.
“It’s my fault, Mrs. Carter”, Robyn interjected. “I opened the wine. I was a little scared of the storm.”
Mae thought about it for a minute. Her expression remained stern. Then, it slowly began to soften.
“Well, it was a bad storm.” She began. “And as long as you both understand that alcohol should never be used as a crutch.”
“Yes, mother.” Valerie quickly said.
“You don’t have to worry about that, Mrs. Carter”, added Robyn. “I’m positive that we’ll never need alcohol again to get us through the night. Not as long as we have each other to depend on.”
“Good, now get some clothes on.” Mae smiled. “I’ve got a car full of groceries out there. I’ll start breakfast while you unload them.”
Her attention already on the kitchen and the mess she would probably find there as well, Mae missed the smiles and meaningful looks the two girls
silently exchanged. Yet even had she noticed them, there wasn’t a chance in the world she would ever guess the meaning behind them. Or ever understand how their relationship had changed – on a dark and stormy night.
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