Kiss of Life

Debra and Theresa wanted to learn to scuba dive; lesson one was the kiss of life.

 

(FF, exh)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

California, 1964

Debra put her lips to Theresa’s and tasted their salty softness. “I hope you’re not taking this personally,” she said as they parted.

“Sh,” Theresa said without opening her eyes, “I’m supposed to be almost drowned.” They had gravitated toward each other when the scuba class had begun and so had been partnered together. Theresa now lay on the beach, with Debra kneeling over her, for mouth-to-mouth resuscitation lessons. The line of paired women extended on down the beach for several yards, so the instructor’s voice was only a distant drone to them. They had only met at the beginning of that lesson and so were still rather timid. The instructor called again to breathe and Debra again put her lips to Theresa’s.

She blew softly, cupping Theresa’s head in one hand and gently pinching the girl’s petite nose with the other. The breath done, she felt her patient’s chest for proper expansion, then slid her hand down her arm to find a pulse. It pounded.

“You’re very healthy, judging from your pulse,” Debra diagnosed.

Theresa had a wonderful body, sleek and well-tanned, with high, round breasts and long, lithe legs. Debra’s own body was firm, with larger breasts and athletic legs.

They made quite a pair, with their similarly-skimpy one-piece suits and luxurious brown hair. Debra’s eyes were also brown; as she looked down at Theresa, the drowning victim opened her own bright blue eyes and smiled.

“I think you’ve saved me,” she said, “How can I ever repay you?”

Debra laughed and brushed Theresa’s hair back. “You can save me from drowning sometime,” she said, “just put your lips together and blow.”

Theresa laughed and closed her eyes again; it was time for another go. She felt Debra’s soft lips descend upon hers and parted them, tasting the rough sea air in her breath. Theresa’s chest puffed with the extra air; she felt Debra’s hand glide across her body from her throat to her flat stomach. As they parted, Theresa opened her eyes to meet Debra’s gaze. They said nothing for five seconds.

Debra bent again to Theresa’s parted lips in a soft, deep, wet kiss. Theresa’s tongue slipped into Debra’s mouth, touching, exploring, caressing. Debra’s hand rested lightly against Theresa’s left breast. They came apart reluctantly, staring intently into each other’s eyes.

The call suddenly came to trade positions. Theresa rose and Debra took her place in silent intensity. Theresa stared down, biting her lip nervously. They met again, tongues entwining, curling around each other. Theresa’s hand stroked Debra’s breast briefly, coming to rest on the soft, exposed flesh of her partner’s thigh. They parted, eyeing each other hungrily.

Too soon, their lessons were over. Heady with their new experience, they decided to swim a little, playfully curling around each other under water. Afterwards, the lay on the beach and had a drink together. “Why don’t you come over to my hotel room later,” Theresa suggested, “We’ll get some dinner somewhere and then get a drink.”

“Sounds great,” Debra agreed.

 

After dinner and a drink, they sat in Theresa’s room, talking about their jobs, why they had decided to come to Hawaii on vacation, and other such small talk. All the while, and all during dinner, their eyes lingered on each other, straying for a moment, then returning. Neither one quite knew what she was feeling, and so they simply let their feelings guide them. They talked on, allowing the alcohol to take its first subtle effects, and gradually, they became very relaxed.

Debra lay back on the couch, one leg propped on the arm, the other dragging the floor. Her feet were bare, her heels lay here and there on the thick carpet. Theresa glided around the room aimlessly, occasionally sucking on an ice cube from her drink.

Finally, Debra said, “Hey, why don’t we go down to the pool? We could have a nice, relaxing late night swim.”

“Great,” Theresa said, setting her drink aside.

“I’d have to borrow a suit,” Debra added as she rose from the couch.

“No problem. I’ve got several that I guarantee will fit you.”

They went into the bedroom and Theresa pulled some of her swimsuits out of a drawer. Glancing in, Debra saw that the drawer also contained some very sexy lingerie. “Ooh, I bet you look good in these,” she said, touching them absently.

“Oh I do,” Theresa said huskily, “But I bet you would too.” She held a one-piece swimsuit up for Debra to look at, “How do you like this?”

“Nice,” Debra said, kicking off her shoes, “But let’s go with a bikini.”

“What the hell; let’s,” Theresa agreed. She found two bikinis; she handed the yellow to Debra and kept the orange for herself. Both were rather daringly skimpy but, they decided, it was night and no one would see them.

Debra took off her blouse and dropped in on the bed as she stepped into the bathroom. Theresa followed her with her eyes as she slipped out of her skirt just as she closed the door. Theresa took off her own blouse and skirt without taking off her heels. Then she slipped out of her panties and bra and strolled around the bed once with an eye on her naked body in the mirror before slipping on the bikini bottoms and tying the strings. Then she decided to take off her shoes and let them fall next to the bed.

Just then, Debra stepped out of the bathroom, topless and holding her bikini top in one lax hand. “Could you tie this?” she asked. Theresa smiled, “Sure, then you can tie mine.” She dropped her own bikini top on the bed and took Debra’s. Debra turned around and Theresa reached her arms around the other woman’s body to draw the top across it, brushing against Debra’s warm breasts. Then she tied the ends into a bow and turned Debra toward the mirror. Standing behind Debra, Theresa reached around and adjusted the top on Debra’s large breasts, her own hard nipples brushing against the soft skin of Debra’s back.

“Perfect,” Debra said, and turned to slide past Theresa and pick up the other top. “Turn,” she said, gesturing. She drew the top across Theresa’s soft breasts slowly, aligning it properly in the mirror. She tied it up in a bow and then pressed close to Theresa, reaching around to make the final adjustments.

“Perfect,” Theresa said, “Let’s go.” They grabbed towels from the bathroom, tied them around their waists, and slipped out the door into the hall. They stepped lightly down the empty hall in bare feet and waited patiently for the elevator. When it came, they slipped inside and pressed “L” for “lobby”.

It seemed like a long, slow ride, the two of them leaning against opposite walls, gazing absently at each other. Theresa’s long legs were a warm, even tan. Debra’s breasts bulged out under her scanty top.

The doors opened and the two crossed the open expanse of the lobby to the night desk clerk. The young man turned with wide eyes and slow smile. “How can I help you ladies, tonight?” he asked kindly.

“We’d like the key to the pool gate,” Debra said, pressing close to the desk.

“Oh, the pool is closed this late at night,” he apologized.

“Isn’t there some way you could help us?” Theresa asked, pressing close behind Debra and putting a warm hand on her back. “After all, what’s the difference between swimming in the daytime and swimming at night, except that it's darker?” She eyed him innocently.

“Well, you see, in the daytime, there is a lifeguard....”

“We know lifesaving techniques,” Theresa cooed, “Mouth-to-mouth....the kiss of life....” She slid her hand up Debra’s back, under her bikini strings.

The young man smiled slowly again. “I see,” he said, “Well, if you’re very familiar with lifesaving techniques, I don’t see how I can say no.” He pulled a key off its hook and offered it to Theresa slowly. The blue-eyed woman took it in her teeth and slowly rolled away from Debra.

Debra smiled sweetly at the clerk. “Why don’t you come up to room 1709, when you get off? We’d love to show you our lifesaving skills.” She slowly backed away and turned to smile devilishly at Theresa.

Outside, they giggled uncontrollably. “Who do you think is staying in 1709?” Theresa asked.

Debra laughed, “The most gorgeous little blond...and her parents.” They giggled on and on, unlocking the gate and slipping inside.

Closing the gate, they dropped their towels and slithered into the pool. Except for the desk clerk, the two had encountered no one since leaving the room. It was easy to imagine they had they entire hotel to themselves as they splashed around in the warm, dark water. Eventually they got to teasing each other and, finally, at snatching at one another’s bikini strings. Theresa had got Debra’s top untied twice but Debra had managed to pull Theresa’s top entirely off. They trod water while Debra tried to put it back on Theresa. She fumbled about for a few minutes, pressing the cloth against Theresa’s breasts, but couldn’t get it to stay long enough to tie it. Theresa’s own hands were occupied, holding Debra’s waist to keep her close enough to put the top on her.

“Screw it,” Debra finally said, “I can’t get it.” She tossed it up onto the deck. “Climb out and I’ll help you put it on up there.”

Theresa swam over to the side, climbed out, and then stretched out on the deck. “I’m drowning,” she said as Debra reached the side of the pool.

“I’ll save you,” Debra purred, “I know mouth-to-mouth.” Theresa’s tight round breasts were bare and pointed up at the full moon. She stretched luxuriously, her skin glistening in the moonlight.

“Give it to me,” she said, “before I die.” Debra kneeled over her, took her head in one hand and placed her other on Theresa’s bare breasts. She bent down and Theresa rose to meet her in a long, languorous kiss. Their tongues swirled together as Debra caressed Theresa’s bronze breasts, teasing her nipples softly.

Theresa moaned slightly and reached around to untie Debra’s top. It fell away easily and Theresa tossed it behind her. They met again, soft wet lips to soft wet lips, tongue to tongue. Theresa’s hands moved over Debra’s breasts, caressing and kneading. Debra’s hand curved down to her patient’s thigh and she drew her finger slowly across the g-string.

Soft waves of desire flowed thru Theresa, making her tremble at Debra’s every touch. She lay back and allowed Debra to trace a long line of fire down her thigh and back up again, teasing her softly. Debra paused at the bow and slowly drew the strings apart until the knot gave way and Theresa’s bikini bottoms came free.

Debra’s warm, wet hand brushed the cloth away, revealing Theresa completely. Theresa arched her back with the torturous pleasure of Debra’s teasing her pubic curls; the brown-eyed lifesaver drew a finger back and forth around her glistening mound.

Finally, Debra pressed her hand against the mound itself, invading it with one finger. She lay along Theresa’s length, rubbing her hot breasts against her patient’s. Theresa responded with soft caresses, tender wet kisses, and husky moans that made Debra weak.

“Mmm, that feels so good,” whispered Theresa, “Do me with your finger.” Debra plunged another finger deeply into her blue-eyed lover, bowing to suck and lick Theresa’s nipples. Theresa moaned on, whispering sexily into Debra’s ear, arching her back to meet the thrust of Debra’s fingers.

Soon, her arching became bucking, gathering force and intensity. Debra rolled off her and thrust harder with her hand, brushing Theresa’s clit with her thumb, nibbling softly at her nipples. “Fuck me harder,” Theresa gasped, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, yes, yes, yes....” Suddenly, Theresa gasped and bucked hard, every muscle in her body becoming rigid. Her vaginal muscles tightened on Debra’s fingers and she closed her eyes and bit her lip, breathing a tiny moan.

She slowly relaxed, coming to rest on the cold, wet cement next to the hotel pool. A tremor went thru her as Debra slipped her fingers out, then she lay back on the deck and sighed heavily. Debra brushed her wet hand across Theresa’s breasts and Theresa took it by the wrist and brought it to her mouth. Slowly, she licked her own lubrication off Debra’s fingers, sucking on them, nibbling the ends. Her free hand slid down Debra’s arm, on down her soft, wet breasts, and rested on her muscular thigh. The blue-eyed sea nymph turned to the brown-eyed one and kissed her, gently at first, then hungrily.

“You saved my life,” Theresa purred, “Is there any way I can repay you?” She looked at Debra with big, innocent eyes and Debra smiled devilishly. She untied her own bikini bottom and pushed it off; then she took Theresa by the back of the head, kissed her deeply once, and guided the slender woman’s head down toward her starlit womanhood.

Theresa slithered down her lover’s body and took her by the hips. “Eat me,” Debra said in a low voice, “Suck me and eat me.”

Theresa’s tongue flicked back and forth across Debra’s pink slit, sending sparks thru Debra’s curvy body. Her hands glided over Theresa’s wet body as she slowly pressed her hips toward Theresa’s mouth. Theresa thrust her tongue deep into Debra’s wetness, tasting all of her feminine delights. She mounted Debra, offering her own quivering nakedness to the woman and Debra took it, swirling her tongue around Theresa’s still-sensitive clit.

Theresa’s tonguing become more ardent, more forceful, until the two peaked together, coming in waves of hot moans. Each forced her hot hole against the other’s soft lips and tongue in a final crescendo of hot, wet passion. They kissed each other’s thighs and cuddled for a moment, then parted. For a long while, they caressed and kissed deep wet kisses that emphasized their femininity with softness and heat.

Finally, they slipped into the water for a final, gloriously naked swim and then sat on the deck to help each other on with their bikini tops. They rose and wrapped their towels around their waists, carrying their bikini bottoms laxly.

They passed the night desk smiling warmly at the clerk, who stared fixedly at their dangling bikini bottoms, and stepped into the elevator. There, Theresa turned and kissed Debra deeply, pulling her towel off and letting it fall to the floor. She kissed her way down Debra’s body until, kneeling before her, she said, “You’re delicious. You taste like champagne.”