Chapter 78: Broadcasting my Love
I did not bother rehearsing the moves in my head this time, because now I wasn't going for speed, but style and grace. I squared my shoulders and pointed my toes in my best tumbling form. Taking a deep breath, I slowly picked my feet up off the bench. With my legs and back straight, I bent into the pike position at a 90 degree angle and held for a two-count. I sucked in my stomach and pulled my legs up until my toes touched the ceiling. I held that position and then bent my back so that I could slip the handcuffs under my butt. I slid my hands gracefully along the back s of my thighs and my knees and my calves. When I reached my ankles, I paused again. Slowly, I bent my knees and pulled my feet between my arms. I was proud that I kept my toe-point throughout. I kept my hands raised and lowered my legs back through the 90 degree point and then to the bench. Instead of standing on the bench, I raised them again until they were parallel to the floor and only then did I take hold of the clamp releases. I pulled my legs up sharply to start my rotation and pressed the releases on the clamps at the same time. I twisted in mid-air and stuck a full-stretch, one-point landing on the carpet facing the audience. I held my landing for the count of two, before taking a bow. It was a perfect routine. I was totally proud of myself. It wasn't until then that I remembered that all that was supposed to hurt like hell. I had forgotten all about the pain. I waited at the bottom of my bow and listened for the applause.
Neeka leaped to her feet and clapped and cheered wildly. I straightened and looked at Bambi and Fiona. They were so astonished that they were stunned into silence. When they saw Neeka award me a standing ovation, they both began to clap enthusiastically.
"Thank you, thank you." I said. "You are too kind. Thank you. Now for my next trick..." I bent over again and let my hands dangle. I folded my thumbs into my palms and concentrated on making my hands as thin as I could. The handcuffs slipped off my wrists and fell to the floor with a thud. I took hold of the ropes around my ankles and pulled sharply. The rope parted with a loud snap. I did the same to the rope around my knees and then I stood up and de-tranced. The fatigue hit me right away, but I shrugged it off. I was buzzed from the exhilaration and I was horny as hell. I took Neeka by the hand and practically dragged her up three flights of stairs to my bedroom.
I tossed her onto the bed and leaned over her. I concentrated my whole attention on her and I let all the arousal and sexual tension and desire and lust and horniness pour into my mind and out into hers. I let my feelings escalate to a fever pitch and then I crawled onto the bed with her and wrapped my arms and legs around her. I kissed her hard and long and deep. Somewhere in all the flood of emotion she climaxed. I felt it and I shared it. Hers triggered mine and we shared that too. Orgasm begat orgasm, on and on and on until we were both gasping for breath and too weak to continue. I pulled her into the bathroom where we ran the whirlpool tub full of hot water and climbed into the swirl of bubbles. We stayed there bathing each other until we started to wrinkle and then we climbed out, dried off and crawled into bed where we resumed our full-contact embrace. I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow. I know Neeka never go of me the rest of the night. When I got up to pee at 2AM she even came with me and held my hand.
Sunday morning came and almost went while we slept. It was very late when I pried my eyes open to see Neeka's face lying on the same pillow, her nose almost touching mine. I watched her as she slept and was again overcome with feelings of love for her. Our bodies were still intertwined, so I could not move without waking her, not that I wished to do so. I was content to lie there and watch her sleep, feeling her soft breath on me and enjoying the sight of her lovely face.
As I watched her, I thought about how close we had become and how our special psychic bond made our relationship unique. I remembered our long series of shared orgasms and how we had achieved them through nothing more than holding each other and thinking about how turned on we were. I remembered how she had helped me come to an understanding of my innermost self and accept myself warts and all, as she had accepted me. I remembered how she had jumped and cheered for me when I given my perfect performance. I remembered how she had put her life in my hands and trusted me to save her. I was lying there, glowing with love for her when she opened her eyes and looked into mine.
"Oh wow!" she said. "That definitely beats an alarm clock every day of the week." Then she kissed me and I felt the same love returned to me. I don't know how long we lay there, holding each other and broadcasting love to each other in every way possible. It came to an end when we heard a loud growl coming from under the covers.
"Your stomach or mine?" she asked. "Or a lion that got loose under the covers?"
"I can't tell. But I think we better feed it soon, before it gets mean."
Normally, two girls in one bathroom at the same time is a recipe for conflict, but we had no trouble coordinating our movements. We showered together and had a delightful time soaping and washing each other. I couldn't think of a spot before she had a washcloth on it and I did the same for her. I couldn't read her thoughts as she did mine, but I could feel what she felt and I knew exactly where to rub and how hard. It felt like we were one person with four arms and legs.
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