Archive-name: Samesex/heart1.txt Archive-author: Heather Dawson Archive-title: Lessons from the Heart ____________________________________________________________ COPYRIGHT (C) 1990 - By Heather Dawson - All rights reserved except as provided for herewith: This document MAY BE freely reproduced, or transmitted by any form or any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval systems, electronic bulletin board systems, or magnetic media, or other means deemed suitable, providing it is not modified in part or whole nor sold, or combined with other products sold commercially, without the express written permission of the author. Kimber is a very sexy and sensual lady who turned peoples heads wherever she happened to go. She was of average height, about 5'4" and weighed a slender 112. Her skin was snow white fair and there is not a blemish to be found. She had very long, curly hair that was deep auburn in color, and eyes that were as brown as mahogany. Her body exuded sexuality with it's smallish, b-cup breasts and pert, deep red nipples. Her vagina was dainty and tender, hidden under a bush of deep brown hair. You are probably wanting to know why, or how, I know so much about Kimber and her personal assets. Maybe my story will fill you in on all of the details. I lived in a small college town while I was attending school in South Georgia. I had my own apartment just on the outskirts of town, but the high cost of living alone was beginning to pile up around me. I decided to get a roommate so I ran an ad in the local paper. I was looking for someone who was very compatible with me. I'd had my share of living with people who were not really of the highest quality, so I wasn't about to just let anyone into my overly expensive, but humble home. Several people called and inquired about the extra room, but none really sparked any interest in my mind....that is, until Kimber called. She was very warm and open, her honesty and sincerity genuinely impressed me. She was from a very tiny town about 20 or so miles away from school, so her living arrangements weren't working out at all. We chatted about this and that for quite awhile. I could tell immediately that it would work out for her to move in. I told her that she could come on by and check the place out, she agreed and said that she would be coming over later that evening. Before we hung up I told her that if she liked she could bring her stuff with her. I explained that I was really impressed with her and as far as I was concerned, she had the room. She shyly agreed and told me that she felt the same about me. We ended our conversation and agreed that if she liked the apartment and wanted to stay, she could, if not, she could stay temporarily so that she was closer to school and could continue to search for another place. Later that evening she arrived with all of her things, she didn't have alot so it didn't take long to help her get all of it out of her car. She really liked that apartment and thought that she would be very happy there.....I agreed. I helped her get set up in her room and we were not surprised that we hit it off so well from the start. We were close in age so it was normal that we had very similar interests. She was absolutely stunning, her appearance was soft and very fragile. She was just the sort of person I had expected, when I met her face to face it only solidified the feelings I'd already had about her. Her honesty, sincerity, and openness were apparent in her face and mannerisms. Kimber was two years older than I was, she was 21 and I had just turned 19. We sat up all night talking about what I could expect from my sophomore and junior years in college. She shared from her own experience and didn't cloud it with the usual rigidness that you got from some of the other students. Usually when I asked what to expect in the next years of school, the answers were given from a very condescending, authoritative point of view. She wasn't like that at all, she shot me straight on everything. I found myself becoming very attached to her, I loved the way she spoke with her hands. She was cultured and very feminine, attributes I hadn't refined in myself. I felt like I was with my sister, she had died years before in an accident. Kimber brought back those memories of having someone to turn to, to confide in, and to learn from. I was somewhat hesitant about getting close to people after my sisters death, especially women. They always seemed to be so cold, callous, and somewhat lacking lifes true beauty and love.....Kimber wasn't like that at all. We talked up into the early hours of the morning, laughing and reminiscing about our experiences. We shared our pain and pleasures. I talked to her about my sister, and what her death had done to me. I told her all about our relationship and the closeness we shared. Kimber laughed with me as I talked about our good times, and wept with me as I told her about the loss and pain I had suffered as a result of her being killed. I was really enjoying getting to know her. I continually found it easier to open up to her, she received every detail of my own life as if she had been there. She really listened to me, my lost loves, my sad times, my pains and pleasures. It had been a long time since I had opened up to anyone, and I was still a little guarded about doing so. We decided that it would be useless for us to go to bed since it was already 7:30am, so we decided that we could do a good housecleaning to celebrate our new friendship. We both got up and went into our shared bathroom. The apartment was small so we would both be using the same bathroom, it didn't mind to bother her a bit. I was modest and had never really had any female friends, so I wasn't sure what I thought about sharing a bathroom quite yet. All throughout our togetherness, I found that Kimber was really interested in what I had to say. She seemed to be able to open me up and help me get the "real me" out into the open. I stood, brushing my hair at the mirror, when I saw her begin to undress for a shower. I felt a little insecure, it was so easy for her to talk and be open, I on the other hand was somewhat timid and shy. I couldn't help looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her body was beautiful, soft and sensual. It's lines met to compose perfect composition and was toned just enough to create a elegant shape that easily pleased the eye. I think that she felt that her nakedness made me feel a little uncomfortable, she quickly and easily strummed up a conversation that had us both laughing and giggling. She was busily talking as I watched her remove the cotton panties that she was wearing. I couldn't help but to look at her vagina, it had been so long since I had seen a female in the buff. The last was my sister the night of my accident. Her pubic hairs were shaved into a perfect heart- shape that both delighted and excited me. I thought that it looked absolutely wonderful! I had never before, in any relationship with a girl, had any bisexual tendencies. I had never been able to get close enough to anyone to even develop a close friendship. I was feeling something new, something that I had never known could happen to me. I wasn't at all surprised at the notion that I could admire Kimber's beauty, after all, I saw lots of pretty girls at school every day. But what was unusual to me was that I could also admire a beauty within. Something that lovers or best friends know. It did surprise me however, surprised me that I felt perfectly natural about feeling Kimber's energy and experiencing a true, although new, friendship. It had been a very long time since I had allowed anyone to get close to me, or since I had tried to make any friends. I turned towards her and embarrassingly asked how she had done that so perfectly. I told her that it looked very, very sexy and that I wouldn't mind having mine shaved in the same fashion. I completely blew myself away, I would have never thought that I could look a woman in the eye and say that she had a pretty pussy! I thought that her heart was a very special thing, something that made her feel good and sensual. I thought and said shyly that I would consider having mine shaved in the same fashion. I asked her to tell me how to do it so the if I did decide to shave myself, I could get the same perfect results she had. She smiled a sweet smile and assured me that I didn't have to be embarrassed or feel insecure about asking her. She had picked up easily on my fear of what she might think about me being so forward. Kimber began to explain the detailed process. She told me in careful detail about drawing the shape, exactly how and where to shave, and of course, the continual upkeep that was necessary. I was amazed at how such a thing could be so complex, but everything she said made perfect sense. It wasn't easy to explain, I could tell it was difficult for her to put it all into words. Finally, in total frustration, she threw her hands high in the air, laughed out loud, and told me that it was really something that she could show me alot easier than tell me about. She asked if I wanted her to shave me and if so, what kind of shape would I like to have. I thought briefly and decided that it was about time that my life had some kind of excitement in it. After all, studying for an astro physics exam was the height of most of my weekends. I looked again at her very pretty vagina, saw the glorious figure an blurted out a loud yes...I want it! We both broke into sudden laughter, she knew this was a "coming out experience" for me. She said that she thought that it would do me alot of good to have something special to look at in the shower rather than the same old pubic hair poking out everywhere. She told me about her boyfriend and how he had encouraged her to do it. She said that it really did wonders for their love life, but since they had broken up, nobody had seen it in awhile. I was wondering how I could ask her how she felt about doing it for me...but couldn't think of a way without really sounding stupid. I also wondered what she felt about being together naked, doing such a thing. We talked about sizes and shapes for the heart and finally decided on a very rounded heart that had definite form and shape, just as hers did. We thought it best that the point of the heart began at the point just below where my vaginal lips began to part, therefore my shaven clitoris area would highlight the image. Kimber retrieved a fresh razor, some shaving cream, and an eyeliner. I undressed and we got in the shower together. It was obvious that this was a new experience for the both of us. That reassured me a bit, I didn't want her to feel my uneasiness, but I also wasn't sure what she was thinking. We were both a little awkward for a few minutes while we let the water wet us down. But before long, it was just like something very average and very natural. We were both experiencing the others sexuality and it felt good to be that close and not be all nervous and shaky. I felt a warmth begin to grow between my legs as Kimber knelt before me. We were both silent as she carefully drew the heart with the eyeliner, through my pubic hair, onto my skin. It took her a couple of minutes and she was going very slowly. I felt myself becoming more and more relaxed as she was doing her detailed work on my vagina. She leaned back and admired her artistry as I watched the droplets from the shower head stream down her back. She stood up and asked me how I liked it, she looked earthy as the water was dripping from her hair and face, she had a very natural look, and the water only emphasized that. I bent over to get a better look and told her that the drawn line was absolutely stupendous. We both smiled happily at each other and giggled quite a bit. I watched her fill her hand with the shaving cream as the menthol aroma rose and encircled me. I then felt her hand reach between my legs, the warmth sent sensations throughout my body, soothing any remaining nervousness that I had. Kimber began to spread the cream all around my vagina, allowing, at times, her fingertips to massage against my clitoris. I felt some of my juices ooze forth onto her hand. I was becoming very aroused as the whole experienced continued. I could tell she was also beginning to enjoy the encounter we were having. Kimber took the razor in her hand and began to trace the lines of the eyeliner pencil that were barley visible through the shaving cream. I watched as each hair it touched was removed from my skin, giving me a sense of confidence that the end result would be glorious. I had to bend over a bit so that she could shave over my lips, so my legs were spread apart and she had a very good view. I glanced down at her breasts, the sight of her deep red nipples becoming already firm brought my own nipples to full erection. I felt myself slipping deeper and deeper into ecstasy. And I saw her begin to gaze deeply into my womanhood. The warmth of her hand, the coolness of the shaving cream, and the sharp edge of the razor caused sensations that allowed me to let out a whispery sigh. I looked once more as Kimber was spreading my lips apart as she was shaving their inner walls, her hands were shaky and I knew, she also, was very aroused. I watched as the last of my pubic hair came off, she again leaned back to admire her work. She looked up at me with a knowing and sensuous smile and asked how I liked it. I bent, looked, and there before me, on my own body, was an exact copy of the shape she had her hairs shaved into. It was the most glorious thing I had every seen in my own 19 years, and I told her so. She agreed and stood up to face me, she put her things down and asked if I would like her to lather my back and legs. We were both aware of where this whole episode was leading and we both seemed to want to go there. I smiled and nodded yes to her, I wanted to feel her hands on my body again. She turned me slowly so that my back was to her. I was anticipating her next move and luxuriating in my own pleasures. She took the soap and rubbed a generous amount into her hands. She started at the base of my ankles and lathered her way up to my inner thighs. I had never felt such a pleasure as that before. Feeling the warm water caress my skin while she cleaned my body made me feel refreshed and whole. I moaned and sighed in agreement with her motions, and she did the same. She continued in silence, washing and massaging my body. It was the most relaxing and soothing thing that had ever been done to me! After what seemed like a very long time, she turned me to face her again. We looked at each other with warmth and the love that only two women can share. She put her arms around me and placed them on my wet behind. She pulled us together and we embraced. Our hot, soapy bodies pressed against each other created ripples of ecstasy that ran through us simultaneously. I felt drops of my cum roll down the inside of my thighs as I put my hand onto the side of one of her breasts. The electricity was extraordinary, my feelings had never before been so beautifully expressed through touch. I caressed the skin as she let her eyes close and let out a very low, deep moan. Our vaginas were right at each other and I could feel her heat on me, as she could also feel mine. Kimber took her hand and placed it between my legs, she let her fingers probe the area of my vagina with tenderness and care. I began to move against her motions as my pleasure heightened. I also moved my hand down between her legs and inserted two fingers in her vagina. It was very hot and very creamy. We both began to move our fingers in and out of each other, slowly at first, but soon our pace quickened. The newness of our experience continued to carry us through wave after wave of deep penetrating emotions, that were giving and receiving in the same turn . There we were, connected as on. Each masturbating the other to an orgasm the we both knew was very near. We were both pumping our fingers into the other, probing deeper with each dive. We were moaning and breathing heavily with each stroke and plunge from the other. We were savoring our newfound horizon and friendship. Never before had either of us done or thought about anything like this before. We were wrapped up in the pure, raw, and all encompassing feeling of total unbridled pleasure, and it's effect was astounding. I felt that I was very close to orgasm, and Kimber, also was close. Our pressure was steadily building and we were each about to explode! Finally, the time came. We looked tenderly at each other and again let our eyes close. We felt the other contract their muscles and let the juices flow freely. I felt Kimber's cum pour down onto me, like a river, filling my hand. Mine also gushed forth coating her fingers and hand. The sweet smell of our juices surrounded us in an aroma of pleasure and we again embraced lovingly. After a moment of recovery, we got out of the shower, I admired my newly shaven vagina in the mirror while Kimber licked and sucked my breasts, only to encourage me to love her body some more. We then went off to the same bed and spent the remainder of the weekend making love and exploring each other on a very deep, personal level. We had discovered something that night, we had experienced something new to the both of us. By allowing our inhibitions to leave us, and to let true feelings come through, we, as two people, could easily express love for the other through what simply felt good. That was an important lesson for me, and one I had needed to learn for a long time. We continued to lived and loved together for two more years before she graduated....soon after that she married a mutual friend of ours. I haven't seen Kimber in over four years, she moved oversees with her new family, but maybe I'll run into her some day. My husband, whom I also married shortly after graduation, loves the heart I wear below my cotton panties. I still keep a pair of small scissors handy to clip any out-of-place hairs, and my heart shaped vagina is still as glorious as it was on that unforgettable day! I smile to myself now as I recall those times. We learned together, how to live and love unconditionally, how to give and receive with kindness, respect, and sincerity, and that we could be free enough to express ourselves through love and friendship. Those lessons...I will never forget! --