WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, LOVELY – PART TWO

by Jungle Jane

Part Two: TO KISS A GIRL – If you missed Part One, please click here.

I celebrated my 26th birthday at the local pizza place with all my closest friends. I got cards and gifts and drinks and food and the company of a very pretty Meryl who drew me a little picture and sweet words on a lovely card. She sat across the table from me and flashed her huge smile all night long. It was the beginning of a magical weekend.

Hawaiian DaysAfter the party, our chariot drove us back to the jungle. Our lovely elder sister, Danya, stretched out her legs in the back seat which somehow led to Meryl and I rubbing them down with lotion. Our hands would weave in and out of finding each other, each time holding the touch for an extra beat. The ride home was slow and sensual. I did not want to arrive and go to our separate beds. I fell asleep that night thinking of her, anxious to see her again the next day.

The next day, we left for another Leo birthday celebration in Kaupo, the trippiest part of the island. She and I drove together while the boy rode his motorcycle. What an incredible drive that was! We brought our cameras, a deliciously ripe avocado and bread, a joint or two, good music, and smiles.

I took her to my favorite tide pools surrounded by black lava rock formations. One that specifically looked like a vagina.

We took our clothes off and soaked in the pools. She stretched out next to me on her belly in the water. I ran my hand down her spine and held it in the small of her back. I had no idea how to kiss this girl. We stumbled over awkward conversations and danced around the elephant until it was time to arrive at the birthday soiree.

It was the 72nd birthday of the artist Pierro Resta. Pierro carved a retreat for himself out of the jungle desert of Kaupo. His kitchen is an outdoor rock pavilion reminiscent of ancient Rome in the colors of Italy and Spain. The wood-burning grill was constructed out of lava rock and the dining area was clearly built around the love of food, wine, and entertainment. We pitched our tent and prepared for the dinner feast.

Meryl and I hung out with a clever and darling 13-year-old girl all night. 13 is an age full of emotions, awkwardness, innocence, and exploration. This little girl was very mature for her age. We giggled like three sisters. There was something about her that reminded me of myself. I think Meryl felt that, too. After a full night of dancing and sneaking wine, the little one disappeared. Meryl and I found her sound asleep in a huge hammock tied to coconut trees. She looked so sweet and nestled that we decided to climb in and join her. Meryl scooted her to the side and stretched out in the middle and I curled up on the other side. That was the first time Meryl and I embraced.

We slowly explored each other’s body under the stars, swinging in a hammock. Meryl was wearing her favorite black leotard that night. She felt lovely with a soft layer of fabric stretched over her curves. I wasn’t wearing a one piece. She reached down and lightly touched me there. Our adult bodies were warm and curious for more but we decided to be respectful of the pretty little girl with whom we shared the hammock. We held each other close and fell asleep. Later, we all found our way to the tents.

We awoke to the sound of chirping birds after a refreshing morning rain. Me, my boyfriend, and Meryl decided to take an early stroll through the pastures with our eyes out for fungus. We didn’t find any fungus, but our journey led us to an old church. We sprawled out onto the church lawn and silently gave thanks. The pictures I took in that morning captured all the new emotions and offered a glimpse in the future. Nick and Meryl, my two Taurus’ loves sat next to each other on the steps of the church and shared no connection. I knew then, that it wasn’t going to be easy. No one spoke. I took pictures. Meryl has many faces and is the camera’s muse. I captured her look of doubt, reflection, peace, and the look that she gives when she sees inside me. It was all very sweet.

We returned to fresh brewed coffee, juices, and the chefs preparing a light breakfast. After breakfast everyone changed in to their birthday bikinis, piled into the backs of trucks, and cruised down the coast to a trail along a stream that led to the most breath-taking waterfall I had ever seen. This 100 foot picturesque waterfall fell into a crystal clear fresh water lagoon. The turquoise water was cold and refreshing on our hot golden skin. Meryl and I splashed and flirted in the water. We stretched out our sexy bodies on the smooth black rock seating and squeezed fresh awaphui into our shiny hair. We were glowing.

Hawaiian Girl with YukePierro, the birthday boy, thanked us all for celebrating with him and invited us back for an unforgettable brunch. Pierro is a painter and recognized the muse in Meryl. He asked her if she would be the main course of the brunch, a brunch designed to honor the muse. He proposed laying her nude body out on the dinner table and decorating her with food and fruits and flowers. She agreed. Pierro placed her just how he wanted and made art with food and her body. The party gathered around and took turns feeding her. Pierro made a toast and poured the wine down the center of her chest and down her belly. He then helped her off the table and into a beautiful silk robe. It was the most outrageous brunch I have ever attended. She looked amazing. Her charm is captivating and holds a kind of mystery that keeps the attention of me and my butterflies.

The weekend came to an end with a long drive home. We arrived late and we were sleepy. Again, I went to my bed and she went to hers.

The next day, I was determined to sleep in her bed. I could not stand for another day to go by without kissing her. I picked her up from work and brought her home. She took a shower and made something to eat while I lay on her bed waiting for her to come get comfortable next to me. She did and I still had no idea how to kiss her. Like a teenage boy yawning in the movies to get his arm around the girl, I asked if I could rub her feet. “You can use that coconut oil if you want,” she said.

Meryl plays great music so it’s easy to be relaxed around her. I began to rub her soft feet like I did that day under the Iron Wood tree. This time we were alone. The most beautiful thing about being intimate with a girl is that neither of you are in a rush to start fucking. Every move you make is sex and every single second is worth savoring. I took my time with each toe on each foot, squeezing her heels and tendons; working my way up to her calf and back down. Holding her muscles in my hands allowed me to feel her fibers. To feel what’s beneath her soft skin, where she holds her stress, her energy, and her memories. I slipped my hands up to her thighs where I could feel her heart thumping. A woman’s thighs are the gateway to their most private parts. The thighs hold the permission. When they open, you know you can enter.

Meryl let her legs open and close with the movements of the massage. She was wearing a long shirt that barely covered her freshly groomed vagina. She lifted one knee up and slid down in the bed to make herself comfortable with my body between her legs. I stroked her and examined her with my fingers and gazed at her sex in front on my face. “What is it?” she said, feeing exposed.

“It’s beautiful,” I told her. She took her top off and I kissed her belly. The lower belly is my second favorite part of a woman’s body. I like to rest my head there and listen.

I kissed my way up to her chest and over to her perfectly perked nipple that I sucked into my mouth with relief. I kissed my way up her neck to her ear and over to her cheek when she grabbed my face and kissed my lips. I was shocked at how good we both were at kissing each other. Our tongues moved together like they were slow dancing. Our mouths were soft and wet and tender. Kissing is so important. Long passionate kisses can take you to another dimension. It says a lot about the chemistry between the lovers. She and I definitely had chemistry.

Meryl then took the time to discover me. I was the first woman she had sex with. She is the first and only woman to make love to me. My body quivered when she slid her long fingers inside. Everything was so new. Sure we’ve had vaginas all our lives and know how to make ourselves come, but to discover the beauty of another woman’s orgasm is magical and powerful. We spent the night drenched in bliss. Taking turns with our orgasms, kissing, laughing, and 69ing. We took a nap around 2am and woke around 4 for a little more. We slept wrapped up in each other’s naked bodies. We woke up and giggled about all the noise we made in our quiet jungle. We reluctantly got out of bed, made breakfast, and went for a dip in the pools. Life was perfect.

XOXOXOXO
JUNGLE JANE
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Want to read other posts from Jungle Jane?

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SHE DANCED INTO MY FAIRYTALE: PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE AND PART FOUR
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A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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Viva L'Amour May 13, 2009 at 7:07 am

Ha. I love that I just read this in my office at my repressed Catholic jobby job.

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mizz t. casa May 13, 2009 at 12:23 pm

wonderful story.
that last part was very tender.

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Diana May 14, 2009 at 9:02 am

Yum Yum—what a wonderful descriptive read! This is too funny—I make my living as a musician and one of my jobs is organist for a Catholic Church—didn’t read this on the job, but did right after I got back from playing a choir rehearsal at the church!

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