Wrapped in warmth

Lucy lay in darkness. Feeling the warmth of another’s body soaking into her back. Feeling the soft brush of her angel’s breath on the back of her neck. The older woman had flicked the light off some hour to an age before, calmly slipping between the sheets to join her already nestled bed-sharer. She had wrapped her naked body around the homeless vagrant she had just met as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Drawing the girl close into an embrace of skin against skin. Lucy felt like every inch of her small frame was in someway encompassed by the ever-so-soft touch of her hostess. Her own outer layers itched and prickled with electric insecurity at the thought. She didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve to be warm and washed, in the arms of a creature more perfect than any she had encountered before. A creature who had, only hours before, brought her to the point of the most ecstatic orgasm she had ever experienced. The girl from the streets felt tiredness tremble through every inch of her body, but simply couldn’t sleep… She was too nervous. Too horny. Too certain that if she did, all this would just fade away, and she would wake up in another foul-smelling bus shelter.

“Miss... Diane… are you awake?” She couldn’t help herself. She needed to know.

“Yes, lovely. I am… and you can call me ‘Di’ if you like… or just ‘Sis’. I don’t mind that.” It seemed like the woman had been expecting this. Feeling her young bed guest tremble, perhaps. Simply waiting patiently for the questions to come.

Lucy thought for a moment. Unsure how to bridge the gap she wanted to, without offending this one person she most certainly didn’t want to.

“Mother… Renais? Said you… drifted in… just like me? Is that true… Di?”

She felt the woman’s arms tighten around her a little, pulling her closer to the soft mounds of flesh behind. But it was more like Diane was doing it to reassure herself. Drawing her new bedfellow in for support, like a human pillow or teddy bear. Preparing herself to unload some heavy weight upon her shoulders. Lucy waited with bated breath… afraid that she had pushed too far, yet acutely aware of one hand gripping her right breast, sending shivers of excitement through it’s erect nipple.

“Yes… it’s true. In fact it’s how most of us get here… though our stories are always a little different. You told me earlier you’d… lost your family, didn’t you?”

Lucy nodded. She’d mumbled out a few half-truths over the stew. Unused to anyone caring who she was or where she’d come from.

“Well I… didn’t. Mine are still out there… somewhere… I’m sure. Instead it was more… me that got lost. Lost in who I was and what I wanted from life…”

Lucy felt the young woman’s arms release their pressure a little, as the first hurdle in beginning her story fell away. Though that hand stayed glued to her breast and the other seemed to naturally gravitate in to her inner thigh. As if Diane felt most comfortable when absentmindedly bringing another pleasure.

“I have a real sister actually… about the same age as you. I was so excited when she was born…”