Ecstasy

Alex turned out the lights. Rory put on the porn, six hours of lesbians softly playing on the flatscreen their only illumination. Over top of that, the music: NewRetroWave, long wordless sequences of synthesizers, like time travel back to the 80s.

They took their pills. Shed their clothes. And they danced.

In movies, **** are powerful, immediate, terrifying in their intensity. Yet Alex and Rory knew better than that. Ecstasy took time to set in, and to peak. They had time to relax, to play. As they came together, hand on hip, hand in hand, moved together as their eyes slowly dilated, and the mood softened, shifted, the anxiety of the day faded away...and they danced closer. Felt the heat of each other's bodies. Nipples brushed against one another.

Rory's body was all hard muscle beneath Alex's hands. The softer, shorter woman explored the small of Rory's back, ran her hands around those rounded buttocks. Around Alex's shoulders, Rory wrapped her arm. Rested her chin on Alex's head. Closed her eyes and swayed in place as time slowly seemed to slow down. As the heat built between them. For a long drawn out moment, Rory could imagine that there was no one else out there, that she and Alex were the only two people in the world, like two naked cavewomen who had found each other and shared their food, their fire, their mammoth-skin...

Or maybe they were shamans, women who did not conform to the expectations of their primal society. They lived apart, embodying masculine and feminine in one. Separate, sacred figures. Souls bound together through a chain of lives, parted only in ****, always finding one another again in new lives, new bodies. Rory's heart beat faster as Alex kissed her breast. Licked the sweat that had begun to pool in the hollow of Rory's throat. Fingers delved down to rub pussy and ass...

Foreplay is so important. It takes patience. Empathy. Not just exploring your lover's body but knowing your lover's body. To touch them how they like to be touched. To let yourself be pleasured. To know when it's time to move on...

On the bed, the sat faced one to the other. Legs interlaced. Eyes dilated so that the darkness seemed bright. Lost in each other's eyes as their labia kissed. Hips shifted as they panted now, that strange and terrible need that built inside them. They came together, by unspoken consent, hungry mouths sought each other for a kiss. Lips locked together, tongues twined, tasted the acid aftertaste of the long-dissolved pills, the same **** that coursed through both of their veins now.

Locked together in a hot, sweaty embrace. Cunt on cunt. The terrible heat and excitement built between them, demanded kinetic motion. The kiss broke as they sought other contacts, other flavors. Alex's tongue on Rory's shaved armpit. Rory's hands groped at the big, soft mass of Alex's buttocks, one spit-slick finger probed the entrance to her butt. The soft music of their shared moans louder now than the synth-beats, or the recorded bleats of the porn starlets whose athletic ecstasy formed a backdrop to Alex and Rory's more mundane ecstasy-fueled lovemaking.

Because that's what it was. For the porn stars, it was fingers in cunts, flaunted for the camera, perfect makeup and fake tits. For Rory and Alex, it was tracing the stretch marks on Alex's ass when she had first started packing on the pounds during puberty, the appendectomy scar on Rory's otherwise flat and hard abs, the agitated frottage of their bodies, now slick with sweat, as they pushed and pulled together toward their climaxes. Not just trying to feel good themselves, not mugging for the camera, but to make each other feel good, to make each other cum...

...and cum and cum and cum, as they shuddered and seized one against the other, too wired to rest; as soon as one hot wave rolled over one of them the other would continue to move, hump, rub, frot. Rory's fingers tugged at Alex's asshole, and the bigger woman moaned and bit her lover's nipple, just the way she liked, just enough roughness to make Rory shudder and squirt a little into Alex's pussy.

Maybe it was half an hour after the **** kicked in. Maybe it was an hour. Until they collapsed onto the bed, and whispered what they saw to one another. Tried to put into words the shapes that distorted their vision, the thoughts that came unbidden. Rory's shaman-stories came from her lips in dry gasps, and then she rolled Alex onto her stomach and the bigger woman bit the pillow as Rory rubbed her cunt against that soft, pillowy ass, and pushed two fingers into Alex's slick and hot asshole, now primed for action.

There were times, under E, that Rory wished she had a dick so that she could fuck Alex's butt properly. Feel her balls slam into her. Pump a hot load deep in those bowels. Then again, there were times on E when Alex thought she was a dragon, her fingers scraped like claws down Rory's back, and she whispered about Rory being her virgin sacrifice.

Not that they were either of them virgins. Not any more.

They would lay together, at the end, like two cats. The stale sweat cooled on their bodies. The points of contact between them, where skin stuck to skin, were a greater intimacy than they had ever known with any other human being. In time, the music would end. The porn would die down. The ecstasy would wear off, and leave them with pussies sore. Alex gently snored, with Rory's head on her breast.

That was their secret, the one they shared together. Two pieces of the same puzzle that snapped together. Rory's shaman-dreams would fade. Alex's dragon-visions would fade. They would be just two women who liked to get high and fuck...but more than that.

"Love you," Alex murmured gently in her sleep, and Rory's ears twitched as if her **** mind caught the words...and she smiled.