Liv's Legacy: Paula Pt. 02

Washing our hair, it was even more special, for we were able to tempt each other more, and longer. Liv loved my hair, and I loved hers too, so we always took our time drying and combing, then brushing our hair for each other. And when that was done, it was love, love, love. Sometimes she had to have me sitting on her face, but after that first time, it was always at the headboard end of the bed so I could hold on to the headboard, and that's what she wanted this time.

She was diligent as ever in licking me completely, deep licks, teasing licks, and taking my lips into her mouth as best she could. The many electric sensations were a thing that brought me so much joy, her hands caressing me was like seasoning to make it all more savory to my body, and to her mouth and hands if she was as I was, and I knew it was so with Liv.

After she'd had a goodly portion, enough to satisfy us both temporarily, she suckled my nipples, then took time to turn me over to caress and nibble on my cheeks.

"God, you drive me crazy, baby."

"You do me too," I said, my breath still struggling to reach normal.

"No, baby, I mean that no one has ever come near to affecting me as you do, and I do mean no where near it. Sometimes I wonder if I think of you too much, that it's not natural, but then we aren't natural as anyone else thinks of natural, but you're very natural to me, if I make any sense to you with my jumbled up words. See, you do drive me crazy," she laughed. So did I.

"And I hope I always will because that's what you do to me," I told her huskily.

My hands couldn't help but to be reaching to touch and caress her, somewhere, anywhere, just as long as it was her, but if in kissing reach, then I had to be kissing her as well as caressing her.

As much as we were feeling our love, we had to end it by loving each other at the same time which we both loved to do as we often slept with our faces cuddled up to each other's pussy as best we could manage it. That was pretty close. Even during the night, I sensed that if we had to turn, we'd reach for each other's pussy, and at the least, somehow find a way to have ours on any part of the other's body. It was true that I did love Liv in every way.

Some times when we weren't at each other's pussy, I loved it when she spooned me, and held me tight to her body, my cheeks against her still warm and wet pussy, but occasionally, I was the one doing the spooning. But me sleeping with my head on her breast was dearly loved by me too. Every now and then we'd be side-by-side facing each other, and she'd let me suckle her nipple before I finally laid my cheek on her breast to sleep like a contented baby.

Yes, my life was very complete, and extremely sweet.

* * * *

That first class session was deemed a success by Liv, especially since more attended after the first session, others having told them about it. As they went along, she'd find some little something to add to it, to give it more depth, enrich it with greater meaning. It ran for six weeks, one two-hour session, or close to it, each week.

When the first class had run its course, she set to have another with a couple of weeks break. In the break, as well as in the other six days when there was no class, I continued to read, to question, and to prove, and discuss it with her. This went on until she had completed a few six-week classes. My shyness around other people kept me from going to the classes, though Liv allowed me to have her believe that I didn't want to affect how she presented her class. She was good to me that way also, but I knew that someday I would have to challenge that about myself. Someday.

After another two week break, she began another class, now extremely confident in her presentation of each session. What was different about this class was that starting in the second session, she was talking animatedly about quite a few of the girls—or women in some cases, but several young girls. As the third week passed, she spoke of them more than usual. One especially was Caryn who in many ways reminded her of me, though not of voice or shyness. No, Caryn wasn't shy, and neither was her partner, or the other three girls with them. That there were five was rather unusual too; two and sometimes three in a group was more the norm.

As half of the sessions wound down, she asked once again if I would like to attend. Besides the group of five, the other girls seemed to make up a very good class, so putting aside my shyness, I said yes and went with her for the fourth of the six sessions of the class.

I was enthralled by how easily she went through her lesson, how she presented it to all of them, and more, how raptly they seemed to listen. She ran through the Maccabees to the resurrection verses with only a few asides deftly inserted, and making me wish I had attended her classes much sooner.

How she went into when the resurrection idea was first thought of, to when it really came into being a couple of hundred years before Jesus, really helped me solidify what all I had been learning. It was as if I was hearing it for the first time, and really understanding it. Then she tied it up more tidily with the Zeitgeist that really took hold from the Jews, and remains to the present day, and how it cost them over and over for centuries, actually, for two thousand more years. Then she went into how 'Satan' began, also in the time just before the Maccabees. From a 'messenger' in the time of Job—if he ever really lived—to the devil we how have, they morphed them into one.

After a break, she recapitulated some, then went into morphing the pre-Jesus Zeitgeist into a new one that took in Jesus' time, and made them as if they were just a continuation 'as-if-planned' all along. Then she went into how it was melded together mostly into one church, but only over several centuries. The history past Constantine showed how it all came to be as it is, and how power was assumed by the early church, including murdering those who didn't quite agree. After that, it was to show how it went along in that vein, including Hypatia, and the pedophiles in the time of Galileo to the present.

When she was off of what she called her 'soapbox', she introduced me. It was time for me to say my little introductory piece. It's a wonder I was able to stand, my knees felt so wobbly, but I did. And I told them the truth of how I came to be there with them; it was short, but to the point. What shocked me, and maybe shouldn't have, was that when I ended, they all stood up and clapped, and many of them had tears in their eyes. Had I ever felt so humble? Maybe, but then again, maybe not.

Liv spoke a little more, recapping and wrapping the session up. After the class ended, many of them came to me, hugged and kissed me, and asked me to come to the next class too. I couldn't help it, they made me cry, but it was at that time that I knew of how special Caryn was, as was another member of their group, Ariel; both were almost too sweet to bear.

"What did you think, hon?" my beautiful love asked me.

"After that, I found myself wishing I had come with you sooner, but how they reacted to me after I spoke was stunning to me. I just never expected anything like how they were with me. Life with you really has been something that I would have thought totally alien had anyone told me I'd feel as I do now."

"I knew they'd love you. They're a marvelous class, but then they've all been marvelous. Still, this one in particular I think," she said.

"I also realized why Caryn impressed you so much, and Ariel too. They almost smothered me with their sweetness," I confessed.

"They are interesting, and that whole group seems to have it all together too, but Caryn had said why she was there; she had a pretty bad time in church also."

"She's gotten over it real well, I'd say, at least from how she acted."

"I think you're right, and she has a pretty sexy looking partner too."

"I didn't notice who was with whom, but I think, from what you say, that I know which one you're talking about, and yes, she is quite sexy, but Caryn—Wow!, she's a real beauty."

She laughed. "Yes, she is, isn't she, and wholly without guile as far as I've seen."

"I bet she is. I bet they all are."

* * * *

It was love, read, learn, and added to that was to wait until the next session of Liv's class came up. My first visit had me wanting to go again.

Chapter 11

"You're anxious to go, aren't you?" she asked me.

"Yes," I had to admit. I'd been thinking of that class I'd attended, and had a beautiful feeling inside of me that just wouldn't leave me, not that I wanted it to leave.

How they all reacted to me was maybe the least of it, though in many ways the most enjoyable. Still, seeing a room full of lesbians, and all unashamedly so, speaking freely, and freely being what they were, what they are, enthralled me. I told Liv all of this.

"Enlightening, maybe?" she asked.

"Very much so. It's like seeing freedom in action, freedom being loved and enjoyed."

"That has to be something for you, I guess, and I can see how though I've never had that problem. It's what I hope helps some to realize."

"I didn't see any that had a very serious problem, but then there may have been, and you're teachings may have already lifted them out of the gloom of having to hide so much."

"You may be right. Who knows, but it does seem as if they've all liked the class."

* * * *

No sooner had we entered than they were all about me again, particularly Ariel, who along with Caryn had me to sit with them and their partners. Ariel impressed me very much, she was so charming and irresistible, as well as irrepressible with the soft, but exuberant way of her personality.

When Liv began to speak, she really hit them with a dozy—a loving god versus a genocidal god, and both one and the same; it just didn't match up, and she had the proofs from the bible itself read. Recapping how the Zeitgeist is, she also explained how nature made it inevitable since we were instilled to believe what our parents told us, and as a consequence, passed their learning and beliefs to us. Then she hit us all with another minor bombshell: that the Hebrew bible wasn't settled on until 158 A.D.

After that, she began a discourse of how the newly formed Christian—Catholic—church began to put on airs, and how it carried over into much of the newly begun Protestant church. And she hammered a lack of foundation and Zeitgeist.

Taking a quick break during which Ariel and Caryn kept up their fascination to my mind, and telling me how much they loved Liv's class, I again felt and enjoyed how freely we were as lesbians. The feeling was so invigorating, and had me sensing my person as being very alive, and not just walking and breathing. It struck me that I was loving being so openly lesbian as I'd always sensed myself to be, to want to be.

On returning, Liv went into Proposition 8, and our sister lesbians who may be facing problems such as Caryn and I had, as well as itemizing our main opponents who seemed to hate us. When she had ended, she asked if any had questions. It was at this point that Caryn spoke up and said that it was going to be hard to deny Jesus, but then she let loose by damning those who had shit on us all these years with their lies and vile words.

Liv agreed with her on both parts, that yes, it was difficult to put Jesus aside, he'd been so ingrained into us with all the teachings that had been shoved down our throats, and with the Zeitgeist that lacked foundation, yet continued on and on.

Then she went into speaking of the Zeitgeist, from it's beginnings and the resultant difficulties and slaughter it had brought the Jews through the centuries, and how it might take us to the prophesied Armaggedon.

"What this country needs is truth, not lies! Lies perpetuate so much that is harmful like that pedophile scandal," she said with passion. Having said that, she warned of what awaited us should those who wanted to take us into a literal Old Testament 'biblical' mode of living got their chance to do so.

From there she went on to warn us of what might come if the fundamentalists and their literal interpretation of the bible took political hold. Lesbians, she warned, might be the hardest hit for men had always subjugated us women, and would do so again. What was in her heart was what she didn't say, and that was that lesbianism per se had not been mentioned in the bible because of what she felt was a lack of need back then by the men who wrote the bible.

They'd most likely seen women used sexually with animals, but not their women, so they knew of it, and prohibited any sexual contact with animals. But they knew that they kept their women under their thumbs for the most part, so that was probably why they didn't mention women loving other women. However, they knew about it in these days, and if they ever came to power such as they sought, their wrath would turn on women immediately, so Liv believed. That was one great fear she had for the future. Not mentioning this part was something I had to agree with her on. It would be fear-mongering in one of the worst of ways. But the thought was in her heart, and all she dared say was that the Zeitgeist was insidious.

* * * *

"They really love the way you're teaching them," I told her after the class.

"There's so much to tell, and you can't give it all or they'll surely be as lost as I was when I began."

"You still like being around all the lesbians in the class?" she asked after a while.

"Yes. That feeling of freedom and a sense of belonging have me feeling very excited in being among all of them. It's as if I was transported to another world, my real world, our world, that I'm among my own particular species of humans."

"That sounds like a pretty good description, I'd say. Would that every girl or woman who's been affected by church teachings and feels as if she might be a lesbian would get the chance to feel as you do now."

"From how you said that, I can see how lucky I am that you not only found me, but are so into teaching as you are. Without it, maybe we wouldn't last, or I'd be too big a problem for you to deal with. I'm glad you started this, Liv."

"Yeah, me too. Just look at what it got me," she said, hugging me, then kissing me with a marvelous sweetness that I melted into.

Naturally, I was anxious to go to the last session of this class, to feel that oneness with the others as I'd never felt or known before.

* * * *

In the next session all of them greeted me with hugs and kisses reaffirming my sense of oneness, of belonging, before Liv started her last session with them. As Liv had promised, this was a session with a lot of items to it that were important, but that she couldn't fit properly into a six session class. A couple of things were The Secret Gospel of Mark wherein the youth in the Garden of Gethsemane ran when they tried to detain him, but all they had in their hands for their efforts was his linen cloak as he ran from them naked. In The Secret Gospel, this same youth was naked with Jesus in his home and stayed with Jesus learning the mysteries of the kingdom.

The other thing was how so many wanted Mary Magdalene given more place in the church instead of being so marginalized. And it was women who wanted this, and studied much to try to prove their point, yet they never extended their research for facts which would have led them to find out the lack of foundation for the New Testament. All of those women were extremely intelligent and learned, but Liv noted they only wanted women to be recognized, and not to learn and search for real facts that were more important. She mentioned for the second time in this session about how we want to belong, but it was, in this case, belonging to a lie.

She also talked of how we're made—of atoms that eat and drink other atoms, and much about how many questions are yet to be answered by science. But what had us all in tears was her talking about our love, how we as women who loved other women did so in love, and if anything was holy, it was love. Near the end, she reiterated that it was foundation and Zeitgeist that she wanted us to know about, and to learn of also. Learn and pass on to any sister in need who wanted to know about the lies that could possibly change their lives as it had mine, but lastly, to seek true knowledge.

It was a mild pandemonium after the class, but after all had left save Ariel, and the rest of the group, they came to us and invited us to visit with them on Friday evening at The Kitten's Korner. When the invitation was extended, Liv looked at me and asked what I thought of going—would I like to or not.

"I think I'd love to go," I said.

There were final hugs and kisses, and a reminder to not forget to visit with them at their club.

* * * *

"You really do want to go to the club, don't you, hon?" she asked.

"Yessss," I drug out the word in my excitement. "It's like they're feeding something to me that I've needed since forever, I think, and if this class makes me feel like this, I have to know what being in a club full of lesbians will be like. Pure excitement surges through all of me when I think of it. Do you understand, Liv? Do you?" I repeated.

"No, not exactly, but then again, yes. With that group, I know we'll love it, they're all so sweet," she agreed with me.

Chapter 12

"Anxious, huh?"

"Yes," I had to admit.

"Just be careful not to get too anxious so you don't pee in your panties," she teased me. I blushed, then received a kiss for responding as I did.

* * * *

It was much bigger than I'd thought, as well as noisy and full. There were women of all ages and sizes, and ethnicities, though most were Anglo. Many were dancing, others talking animatedly, and some sharing love as best they could, a few of them quite daringly so. The sense of liberation, of excitement that I felt almost took me over so that temporarily I forgot why we'd come.

"There they are," Liv said, pointing to all of them waving at us.

The introductions made to the one they called Jabs after we'd had all of the hugs and kisses from the others. Seeing Jabs—Eleanore, we learned soon—shocked me. To say she was huge, or big, or anything like that would be to misstate what she was like physically. Yes, she was big, but much of that was from her larger than large breasts, yet they too weren't too large. There was almost no describing her other than to say she looked bodily like sex incarnate with a more than pleasant personality. And there didn't seem to be any fat on her, yet she wasn't muscular as a weightlifter might be. She was extremely stunning.

Room was made, intentionally, I think, to have Liv sit next to Jabs, then me next to Liv, of course, and Ariel next to me. Not surprisingly, Liv was quickly in deep conversation with Eleanore, as Liv promptly called her. For some reason or other, Elle seemed to be what I wanted to call her, and not Jabs as the others did.

In no time at all, I found myself dancing with all of them, save Elle and Liv, but then they broke Liv away from Elle and they danced with her too, and finally, Elle danced with us both. Dancing with Elle was most challenging, her breasts so large as to make me want to shy away from them. Frankly, they were too fascinating, and too large so that I had to work to not touch them in any way. Still, on occasion, they did brush me. The very novelty of their size shot a thrill through my body.

"Sorry if my size bothers you," Elle said. "There's nothing I can do about them, so if you can, don't fret about occasionally getting too close, okay?"

She said it kindly, plainly, and quite innocently in a way that disarmed me.

"Okay," I said, then, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so obvious," and blushed to beat the band. She laughed softly in a way that I liked.