Iridescence

This was not their first dalliance. Before this moment the two of them had met clandestinely at bars, clubs, and other such places, casting short, starry-eyed glances at each other from across rooms, dance floors, and once, across a table. They were so close that time. Julie had let her stockinged foot brush against Karolina's leg on more than one instance that night. They exchanged email addresses and screen names in the washroom that night, too.

They began to chat after that as they had a lot in common such as their alien heritage, their blonde hair, their personal rainbows, and other things. Sometimes Julie would stay up until 5 am with Karolina, just talking about the stupid world of Hollywoodland.

Sometimes it would go deeper than that, more personal, private.

It was to Karolina whom Julie first came out.

"I had hoped so," Karolina typed back, using a happy emoticon. "I meant it when I said you were REALLY pretty! Before I met Xavin, sometimes I would..." She stopped typing, debating whether or not to hit the enter key. It was not exactly polite to make a move on a newly outed girl, no matter how hot she was.

"That was very brave of you," Karolina sent instead. "If you need any help or questions, just ask me. You know my number."

It was not long after that when trouble started; Xavin was testing Karolina's patience to the limit, all the while making her, albeit unintentionally, feel more than a little guilty for trying to make Xavin be something she was not. Karolina would intentionally pick fights with her mate just for an excuse to leave and 'cool off', a process that usually involved calling up Julie and going clubbing. They would dance together, hip to hip, breasts to breasts, oggled by the men. Karolina would be shy and angry and Julie would smile smuggly. All the while she would be wondering why no one had discovered and cast her in a movie yet. Although that was quite Anne Heche of her, and she tried to keep that behavior to a minimum.

One fight got so bad that Karolina left the Hostel sometime around 2 am, tears blurring her vision and the air whipping in her receiver as she cried over the phone to Julie.

"She-...he...Said he hates that I can't love all of him...her...And I said I hated him." Karolina sobbed into the cell-phone. "I don't hate him, do I Julie?"

Julie's voice croaked as she searched for words to comfort her friend. "K, meet me at our spot, I'll be right there." She hung up and threw some cloths on, quickly pulled her hair into a ponytail and took off to help the girl.

It was 2:35 in the morning when Karolina found Julie, leaning against the scaffolding that supported the first "O" in the Hollywood sign. She dived for the woman and rushed into her arms, sobbing against Julie's shoulder. Julie stroked the pale, rainbowy waves of hair floating down Karolina's back as she tried to soothe the girl, whispering soft hushes.

"You can stay at my place tonight." Julie offered.

As soon as the pair walked through the door of her apartment, it was slammed shut and locked. Neither woman knew who instigated it, or how Julie ended up with her back against the wall, her tongue in Karolina's mouth, her fingers webbed in that pastel glow that was Karolina's hair. It felt warm and ethereal. The next second they were groping the wall, half floating, half climbing up it until Julie's back was on the ceiling , her legs on the wall, Karolina's knees against her ribs and rainbows all around. Julie tore her mouth from the other's, needing to breathe and speak.

"I've nev-....with a girl," she confessed, shyly.

Karolina gave a hasty nod, registering the comment, not particularly caring. It did not change anything. With that banter out of the way, Julie firmly cupped one of her friend's breasts, hearing her moan, her tears long dried on her colourful cheeks. Julie's own cheeks were hued with the colour of roses as she wiggled out of her shirt with the help of Karolina's tugging. Her bra kept the ample breasts encased, but the clasp in the front was conspicuous and all too deftly unsnapped. Julie's breasts bounced from their cups, giving into gravity and brushing against Karolina's chest. This incited another moan, this time from Julie.

Karolina was quick to suckle on the exposed nipples, pink and stiff and sensitive, rolling them around with her fingertips, flicking, pressing, thumbing, urged on by Julie's sweet but desperate vocalizations. Soon she too, was topless, her night shirt pulled off and away, her unbound chest pressing tantalizingly against Julie's stomach.

"K..." She breathed. "K, please."

Karolina had no idea when she became the aggressor, even as she traced her nails against Julie's soft, toned pelvics, feeling the lotions and peachy fuzz of her skin. Her fingers dipped past the woman's pant-waist.

Julie was waxed, Karolina knew that already, since Julie had confided to her how much it hurt, but that one had to suffer for a hot bikini body, and what director wants embarrassing hairs on film? She had never felt a hairless one before, except her own when just learning about how her body worked. It felt nice, clean, almost untouched in a strange way. And the teasing touches made Julie writhe beneath Karoline in a most pleasing way.

Karolina gently parted the mounds to her entrance with two of her fingers, Julie's eager wetness dampening her palm. She traced the opening with another finger, feeling her readiness. The heel of her hand pressed against the little hyper-sensitive nub. Julie was mewling in anticipation. Karolina gently slid her two middle fingers into Julie, moving them in and out of her body, flicking at her with her thumb. Julie arched her back off the ceiling, reveling in the sensations that the other woman was giving her.

There was very little guilt from Karolina's part, just passion and lust, the want for a woman, a real woman in every way. Yes, being with Julie here and now was a lie, but was it a worse lie than forcing something-someone- that she just did not feel; that neither she nor Xavin felt? Karolina knew she would regret this night in the future, it might even cripple her, emotionally, but not now.

"W-wait!" Julie puffed, breathless and panting. She pushed from the ceiling, taking Karolina's wrists in her hands. Together, the pair floated back to the ground, onto the bed. Julie took it upon herself to strip her friend of her pajama pants, and Karolina returned the favour. Soon they were laying together, face to face on the bed. Karolina was tracing every contour of Julie's face, from her hair line to her jaw, never looking away from her eyes.

"I really did mean it, when I said you were really pretty."

Julie blushed, her palm cupping the curve of Karolina's rear. "K, I'm so glad you're my first girl."

Karolina gave a wide, friendly grin at that, letting her worries and troubles burn away as she scrambled away from her friend. "After we met, I used to think about you when I was alone."

Julie twisted so that she was facing Karolina, propped up on her elbows. "Oh, really?" She smirked. "Thinking about what?"

Karolina answered her with not words, but actions, as she touched her tongue to Julie's most sensitive areas, tongue flicking expertly on her hard, hot little spot, calling forth jolting sparks of fire to nest in the woman's belly. Julie's legs twitched around Karolina as the muscles tightened. Julie tried to whimper but no sound could come out. She sat up, reaching over her friend and clumsily fumbling around at Karolina's hidden folds. Karolina understood Julie's intent and maneuvered so that she was within Julie's reach. She nearly yelped when she felt Julie's tongue lap at her mound. Inspired, Karolina used her hands as well as her tongue, massaging and manipulating Julie's body in unspeakably pleasurable ways. Julie, inexperienced but determined, fondled Karolina's perfect breasts. Neither of them were of sound mind any longer and both could feel the heat licking at their insides. Both could taste and smell nothing but sweetness. They could see nothing but iridescent colour.

Julie was the first to release, her intense passion spilling over Karolina's nose and down her chin and neck. She lapped it up eagerly, drinking in the satisfaction, the pleasure. Julie's spasm caused her to clench tight around her lover's middle and to burry her mouth against her sex. The climactic cries were muffled by the wet folds, and Julie hummed out her pleasure between Karolina's legs. The pressure and vibrations triggered Karolina and her orgasm was hollared out, head thrown back after a slight bite to Julie's nub. The two floated on their raging rivers, tangled amongst their own bodies.

The most satisfying part to Karolina was pillowing her head on Julie's breasts. They were real breasts, not formed especially for Karolina, not Hollywood breasts, but God-Given, biological, feminine breasts that were perfect. Karolina even admired the freckle on the right one, perfect in its imperfection.

They both knew without saying a word, that they would do this again, and again, over and over. They would find excuses, reasons to 'hang out'. It was simple, very simple.

After all, they had so much in common.