DESCENDING ANGEL

 by Kristian

Kjersti had been looking forward to this almost the entire day. She didn't know why, but throughout the whole day she had been feeling so tired. Not because the things she read didn't interest her- it had just been so hard to focus her mind. It would really be nice to step into the hot sauna, to be lost in a world of her own, sweating away all the stress and forgetting all her worries.

  "Oh, do you intend to use it as well?"

  What broke Kjersti's already dreamy state of mind was the voice of Natasha Sokolnikova, the 24-year old Russian girl who lived on the floor below her. Kjersti had just said hello to her a couple of times- she was here in Norway on an exchange program, taking a master's degree in Economics.  

Kjersti looked at Natasha, then glanced at the list next to the entrance to the showers. She was supposed to have put her name on that list, but hadn't bothered to, since nobody else used the sauna at this hour. But now she saw Natasha's name on the list.  

"Oh, I didn't realise..."  

But Natasha smiled. "I don't mind if you join me." Then she laughed. "But being Norwegian, I guess you always prefer privacy to company."  

Kjersti returned the smile. "Not all Norwegians are like that."

  Well, she thought, it was true that not all Norwegians socialised as little as she did. But herself, she preferred a good novel to a girls' night out. Getting drunk and gossiping about and flirting with guys, and ending up sleeping with them... It just didn't appeal to her. She had tried it- well, not the sleeping-part. And she wouldn't either. She'd had a boyfriend once, basically just because all her friends had one. He was quite attractive and some of her girlfriends envied her, but still... The truth was that when they split, primarily due to her rejection of his sexual advances, she didn't feel sad at all, just...  resigned. Somehow she knew that she would never be happy with a guy, any guy. Maybe she was asexual or something. If it's normal for a girl to want to have a guy's penis inside her, and she didn't want that... well, maybe she wasn't normal.  

Kjersti was seated on the bench as Natasha started undressing. Kjersti couldn't help noticing the Russian girl's tight, fit body. Unlike many other girls, Kjersti was really able to appreciate the beauty of another woman. She would occasionally even turn her head when she spotted a really attractive woman. "Only people who hate themselves envy other people's beauty." she would think. It had occurred to her though, that she rarely ever turned her head when it was a handsome guy that walked by. But she hadn't wanted to pursue this thought, she'd lost herself in some 19th century novel instead. As she always did when something started troubling her mind.

  To her own amazement, Kjersti found it hard to keep her eyes of the Russian girl's increasingly naked body. As Natasha, her back turned to Kjersti, removed her panties, the beautiful Norwegian girl found herself staring at the Slavic woman's firm ass. She managed to shift her sight before Natasha turned around to enter the shower.  "Kjersti, what is going on?" she wanted to ask herself. "It must be that I'm tired," she thought, trying to convince herself that this was a perfectly rational explanation. She got undressed and entered the stall next to Natasha. "A hot sauna will rid my mind of these stupid ideas."

  Well, that was the usual effect- a sauna put her in a state of calm and peacefulness, and removed whatever was on her mind that she didn't want to be there. But usually, she was alone. More precisely, usually, she didn't sit next to Natasha. The Russian girl had a towel wrapped around her waist, like Kjersti herself, but neither girl covered their chest. The Norwegian 19-year old couldn't help comparing her own breasts to Natasha's- and immediately had to conclude that they didn't face up to the competition. Natasha's breasts were medium-sized, 34 B perhaps, and beautifully shaped. As the girls stated sweating, a fine film of perspiration covered them.

  "Maybe she thinks mine are too small," Kjersti thought- before realising what this thought implied. "Why would I bother with what she thinks about my breasts? I'm not a Lesbian, or what??" She tried to shrug it off. "And anyway, my tits might be 32 A, but they are nice and pert, and my nipples are long and pointy..." Too late did she realise that she was drifting into the same train of thoughts.  

"I DON'T CARE IF NATASHA THINKS MY BREASTS ARE PRETTY OR UGLY!" she wanted to scream to herself.

  "Hey," she heard Natasha try to catch her attention, "what's on your mind? You seem so distant."

  "Oh... oh, nothing."  

"Sorry that I asked, I hardly know you, so it's none of my business."  

The Norwegian blonde felt really awkward.  

"No, no, please, I don't mind, I just got a bit..."  

"-dreamy?" Natasha completed the sentence.  

"Yeah, I guess."

  "That is not a crime," Natasha smiled.

  "Well, " Kjersti thought, "it would be if you knew what I was dreaming about."

  To avoid any further embarrassment, she decided to start chatting away in the hope that this might remove all these silly ideas from her mind. It soon turned out that they both loved literature, in particular the Russian classics, Dostojevskij, Pusjkin, Tolstoj...  

"You're so great talking to," Natasha said, "I didn't expect to find anybody to share my passion for Russian literature with here in Norway.... Do you feel sleepy?"

  Kjersti didn't really know, that was the last thing on her mind. "Er...no."  

Natasha smiled, then she was off for a quick, cold shower. When she returned, she stared at Kjersti. "I think you need a shower too," she smiled. "I looked at the watch, and it turns out we have been here for almost an hour."

  Kjersti realised they had been inside this sweatbox for a long time. She stood up to go to the showers, but after a couple of steps she felt really dizzy and had to rest her body against the wall. Natasha immediately turned to her.

  "Hey, are you OK? I'm so sorry, I've kept you here with my chatting."

  Kjersti turned her face and her eyes met Natasha's, only for a brief moment, but enough to send a spark through her body. "No, no, it's nothing, I love talking to you." Natasha took Kjersti's hand and led her to the showers.

  "An icecold shower will do the trick."    

She turned on the water. Kjersti let her towel fall down and felt streams of cold water assault the open pores of her sweaty skin. She had to yelp as the stream hit her.  The sensation was wonderful; but nowhere near as wonderful as the feeling of being totally naked in front of Natasha.  

"That was good," she heard herself say. The Russian girl looked at her friend with a warm and caring expression in her face. There was something distant in her beautiful grey eyes which gave her face a slightly drowsy expression. She reminded her somewhat of the actress Chloe Sevigny in "The last days of disco", one of her favourite movies.

  "Are you becoming conscious again?" Natasha grinned. She waved her hand in front of her Scandinavian friend. "Can you discern me standing in front of you?"

  If Natasha only knew... she could see nothing but Natasha. But she had to act normally. She wanted so much for Natasha to become her friend, and she could not let these silly ideas get in the way. But still- the fact that she was standing here in the shower, the furry blonde triangle between her thighs and her small pert tits exposed to her newfound friend- and Natasha all the while chatting away like this was the most natural thing in the world. It almost made her dizzy again, despite the constant attack of ice-cold water hitting her back and running down her plump rear.  

As Kjersti walked out of the stall, she felt Natasha put her hand on her shoulder.

  "You really are OK?"

  "Yeah, sure, it was just the heat."  

Natasha patted her shoulder. "Hmmmm.... I still feel guilty..."  

Kjersti looked at her, not understanding,

  "... for keeping you in there so long."  --

  That night Kjersti just couldn't sleep. There were too many impressions that needed to be dealt with, to many thoughts and feelings she could not hide from. "It's not attraction," she tried to convince herself. "It's just... admiration." Yes, that's what it was. "I simply admire her intelligence, her eloquence, her charm, her beauty.... her enigmatic grey eyes, her fit, gorgeous body..." As the chain of compliments got longer, Kjersti realised she was fooling herself. This WAS attraction. She felt attracted to Natasha. As if to settle this issue once and for all, she started to imagine Natasha's naked body, the image of which was forever imprinted on her mind. Natasha removing her panties, revealing her perfect behind, then turning around, exposing her furry pussy for a short instance, before entering the shower.

  Hesitatingly, Kjersti moved her hand down her inner thigh. She could feel her wetness through the cotton fabric of her panties. Her young virgin pussy was soaking. She knew what had caused this wetness. She knew she wanted Natasha...  --  

The two young women became inseparable after that night in the sauna. It was amazing, Kjersti thought, they had only known each other for a couple of weeks; and yet, existence without Natasha seemed totally meaningless. She had found a soul sister, something she knew she had been searching for her entire life. The two girls were different; Natasha was a lot more outgoing and confident of herself than the Norwegian teenager. But their friendship was like no other.  

Kjersti would have been very happy, if it wasn't for one tiny fact: her feelings towards Natasha were more than the feelings of a friend towards another. They were the feelings of love and passion, which she would have to conceal. Natasha must under no circumstances find out what Kjersti now had come to realize- that she was a lesbian.  Kjersti even made up excuses not to go to the sauna or to go swimming with her- because she knew what feelings would be triggered by the situation that would arise. As if this wasn't enough, this whole thing made her feel guilty. Can you be best friends with a person you spend time every night fantasizing about? As soon as she rested her cute little head on the pillow, she drifted off into a world where she and her best friend were lovers. Where Natasha laid down next to her, her naked body snuggling up to Kjersti, and Kjersti would caress her lover's hot skin, kiss her inviting lips. "I love you, Natasha," she heard herself whisper, and in her dream Natasha would whisper back, letting a hot puff of breath escape her mouth and tickle Kjersti's face. "I love you too, Kjersti..."  

  And not just at night. Sometimes in the middle of the lecture, the image of Natasha's nakedness appeared before her and made any effort to focus on the teacher futile. The image of Natasha undressing before entering the shower- it haunted her. Her best friend's smooth, pale skin, her brown, shoulder length hair, the barely visible freckles on her nose, her incredibly sexy ass...  

As thoughts like these took hold of her, she sometimes found staying in class useless, and left the lecture midway through. Once, she felt so hot that she did something she never would have dreamt of doing only a month ago. She went for the ladies' room, locked the door to the cubicle, placed her lovely behind on the toilet seat and brought herself off. Luckily, nobody else came in, but as she washed her sticky hands, she still struggled with a feeling of shame.  

On another occasion, she accidentally bumped into Natasha as she came out of the lecture hall. "What?" Natasha looked confused. "Why are you leaving the lecture? Are you feeling ill?" Kjersti didn't know what to say.

  "Er...no, it was just boring."  

Natasha didn't seem convinced. She put her hand on her friend's shoulder.

  "Why are you hiding something from me, Kjersti? I know that something is troubling you. I know you're not the kind of person likely to appear in Ricki Lake, but you can tell ME about it." Kjersti really felt like crying, right there in the corridor. She tried to swallow her tears.  "We are best friends, remember?" Natasha continued in her delightful Russian accent. "If I can't lift the burden off your shoulders, at least I can carry it with you."  Kjersti was overwhelmed by a feeling of gratitude, and when Natasha gave her a warm hug, a tear rolled down her cheek. Natasha noticed and wiped it off with her finger.  

"You really are a strange girl," she smiled. "Maybe that's why I like you so much." She placed a light kiss on Kjersti's cheek, where the tear had been. "I've got a lecture now. See you in the canteen afterwards."  

That same evening Natasha suggested that they visit the sauna.  

"Er... no, I don't really..."  

"Stop it!" Natasha had heard too many of Kjersti's excuses why she didn't want to go to the sauna or to the swimming pool.  

"God, sometimes I don't realise how I put up with you! You are just too... strange." Natasha sounded really agitated.

  "Your strange and unpredictable behavior is really taking its toll on me, you know that?  Maybe I shouldn't care, but I DO care, and that's why I can't stand it any longer. Either you tell me what's wrong or..."

  Kjersti threw her arms around Natasha and clinged to her friend.

  "No, Natasha, don't leave me, please, don't, I'd rather die than you left me."

  She rested her head on her girlfriend's heaving chest. Her angelic face filled with tears.  Overwhelmed by compassion, Natasha stroked her hand through her sobbing girlfriend's smooth blonde hair.  

"Don't worry, baby, everything will be all-right. Someday you will open up to me, but I won't push you."

  A week later, Natasha again suggested a visit to the sauna. Kjersti knew they had to go sooner or later. Maybe it would normalise, somehow. If she went to the sauna with Natasha more often, maybe the sight of her naked body would lose its novelty, and everything would return to normal.  

"I've really looked forward to this," said Natasha. "You know, it's been a month since I've been to the sauna. And that's thanks to you!" She giggled and pinched Kjersti's earlobe.  "Ever heard of saunaphobia?" Kjersti couldn't suppress a giggle. "You know," Natasha continued, "back home in Russia we go to the sauna almost daily."

  "Yeah, as well as drinking a bottle of vodka everyday, shooting your business rivals and sending political opponents to Siberia." Both girls burst out in laughter.

  "Are you racist?" Natasha asked, cupping Kjersti's chin in her hand.    

"Yeah!" Kjersti replied and stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend.

  Natasha gently slapped the Norwegian blonde's face. They pinched each other and pretended fighting, all the while laughing hysterically. However, Natasha, always the fittest one, managed to arrest both her friend's arms and pushed her against the wall.  Both girls were exhausted. Kjersti could feel Natasha's hot breath in her face, and she knew that Natasha could feel hers. She looked into her Slavic girlfriend's grey eyes.  

"Let's take a shower," Kjersti managed to utter while chasing her breath.  

The two young women quickly undressed, and got into their respective stalls.  But Kjersti was ready for more fun. She grabbed the handle, turned the water to cold, reached up over the plastic wall separating the two girls and directed the shower at Natasha.  

"Heeey!" Natasha screamed, "it's freezing!" Kjersti giggled. Natasha ran over into Kjersti's stall, and the two naked girls started fighting over the shower handle. In the end, Kjersti had to let go, and Natasha got her revenge. The 19-year old felt the cold torrent hit her face and chest.

  "Ooooh, Natasha, I hate you!"  

When the stream finally subsided, Kjersti felt so exhausted she had to sit down on the bathroom floor.

  "Shit, all our clothes are wet," she heard Natasha complain.

"So?" Kjersti moaned, trying to regain her breath. Natasha bent down and looked her girlfriend in the eyes.

  "So? Do you think I plan to walk around naked for the next 24 hours?"

  "I don't mind if you do," Kjersti quickly replied. Natasha grinned.  

"You wouldn't? Well, your clothes are wet to, honey." For a brief moment, they didn't know what to say, they just kept staring at each other. Natasha broke the silence. "Ready for the sauna?" she smiled.

  Disregarding their towels, the two young women darted off into the sauna. After all the fuzz, neither girl felt like saying anything. Occasionally, they glanced at each other, smiling. Kjersti prayed a silent prayer, that this would be the night that would change her life forever. She stole a quick glance at Natasha's furry pussy. "Imagine if we were lovers," she dreamed.  "Imagine to make love to her every night. To fall asleep with the musky taste of Natasha's pussy still fresh in my mouth. And to wake up in the morning, watching Natasha still in her sleep, her chest heaving slightly with every intake of breath. To snuggle up close to her, and smell her sleepy body." It was so cruel, Natasha was sitting right beside her, naked, sweat dripping from her heavenly body. Kjersti wanted to stick her tongue out and catch the drops of sweat as they ran down Natasha's skin, she wanted to drink her friend's body fluids. She wanted to bury her face in the Russian girl's crotch and inhale the combined scent of sweat and pussy. She wanted to explore every inch of Natasha's body with her fingers, her tongue, to lick every pore of her skin, to inhale all her scents. She wanted to taste the essence of Natasha. She wanted to be one with Natasha.  

They showered, managed to sneak back into their rooms wrapped in only their towels. Kjersti put on some dry panties and an oversize t-shirt. "Maybe it had all been a dream," she thought.  "Maybe..." No more "maybe". She wanted to know. Tonight. Natasha was right: she would have to tell her.  

She knocked on Natasha's door. She felt her mouth was completely dry. She could smell her own arousal. "Maybe there is a wet patch on my panties?" she though. But she didn't care anymore. Natasha opened. She was wearing only panties and a college sweater.  Kjersti didn't say anything, she just looked deep into her best friend's eyes. Then she whispered.  

"I'm a lesbian, Natasha."

The Russian girl didn't say anything, but reached for the young beauty's hand, and placed it on her soft breast. Kjersti felt Natasha's breast through the sweater.  Natasha brought her friend's hand to her mouth and coated the Norwegian girl's fingers in her saliva. Then she brought the hand to Kjersti's mouth. The young blonde responded by sucking on her own fingers, for the first time tasting Natasha's saliva. She wants to taste more of it, so she sticks her tongue in the Russian woman's mouth. Natasha's tongue is wet and soft and playful.  

Natasha looked deep into her young friend's green eyes.  

"Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you?"  

Kjersti didn't know.

  "I thought I'd seen an angel."  

She paused, running her fingers through Kjersti's smooth blonde hair.  

"You have the beauty of an angel, and like an angel you do not belong to this world."

  Kjersti could sense the love and care in her friend's eyes.

  "You have lived in your own world for too long, Kjersti. I want you to come down. You don't need to be afraid, I will take care of you and shelter you, I will..."

  The young Norwegian tried to grasp her friend's words, tried to take in the full meaning of them.

  "Will you open up for me, Kjersti? Will you let me love you?"  

Kjersti wanted so much to tell her best friend that she wanted nothing else, she wanted to place her destiny in Natasha's hands, she wanted to give herself completely to her.

  "Oh, Natasha," was all she managed to say.

  Natasha wanted to remove all traces of insecurity in her friend.  

"Hey honey, I will tell you this. I am not playing games with you. I know you are the one.  Trust me, Kjersti. Please, just... trust me."  

Kjersti had never trusted another human being, never given even a tiny piece of her soul to anybody. But now, everything was different.  

"I..."  

Natasha held her breath.  

"I love you, Natasha. I have no wish but to be with you."  

They looked at each other. Natasha placed her hands on her friend's waist and pulled off her t- shirt. Kjersti felt such a rush at exposing herself to her girlfriend. She began to realise that the way she had pictured Natasha's naked body a thousand times in her dreams...  the way she had relived the details of that night in the sauna...  That maybe Natasha had lain awake dreaming of Kjersti in the same way... that Kjersti's young body brought forth the same passion in Natasha as Natasha's body had triggered in her. She wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to really grasp this. But just the thought...

  She helped Natasha removing her white cotton panties. Natasha brought her friend's panties to her face and kissed the fabric where it had clung to Kjersti's virgin pussy. Then she gently bit Kjersti's earlobe and whispered:

  "I have never made love to an angel before..."

  Kjersti was as in a trance when Natasha brought her mouth to her small breasts. She vaguely recalled her doubts as to whether Natasha would think they were big enough.  Natasha's wet tongue literally washed away all those fears, as she kissed, licked and sucked on Kjersti's little pert breasts.  

Kjersti leaned against the wall as her lover moved further south. Natasha's tongue left not so much a trail as a whole sea of saliva as it licked its way down the Scandinavian girl's inexperienced body...

  As Kjersti felt Natasha's lips lightly brush her thick, unruly pubic hair, Kjersti sighed with bliss, even though no contact had yet been made between Natasha's mouth and her sex. But it was just a moment away. Kjersti's savoured that moment, knowing that her life would never be the same again once Natasha's tongue had been inside her.  

And then it happened. She felt Natasha's tongue slide in between the wet folds of her young pussy. She knew Natasha tasted her wetness, that Natasha's nostrils were being filled with her tangy scent. And the realisation grew in her, that by letting Natasha lick her pussy, by surrendering the wet treasure of her young sex to her friend, she showed her how much she loved her. Between her legs, her Russian lover was pushing her tongue deep inside her vagina, making love to her with her tongue, causing the young girl to squirm. Kjersti knew that she was being loved; this could not be anything but love. In her newly acquired confidence, she gave herself in to the physical pleasure.

  Natasha's tongue alternated between her clitoris and her vagina, as successive waves of orgasm rolled through the Norwegian teenage-body. When Kjersti felt Natasha's finger slide in between her plump cheeks and gently tickle her little anus, she almost fell over with excitement. And when that same inquisitive finger, wet with pussy juice, pushed its way inside Kjersti's tight anal entrance, into the young girl's most intimate and most secret depths, her little pussy spasmed, releasing a new flood of love juices for Natasha to lick up.

  "Did you like it, honey?"  

Kjersti could smell her pussy on Natasha's breath.  

"I didn't know a girl could have so many orgasms inside her...," the Russian girl teased her friend.

  Kjersti moved her lips so close to her friend's that the two girls could feel the warmth of each other's mouths.

  "Right now I'm more interested in knowing how many orgasms YOU have inside you."

  "There's only one way to find out, honey..."

   THE END     

Comments as well as ideas for future stories are very welcome. I'd also like to receive criticism for any instances of bad English- I am not a native speaker.

  This is my first ever story, a story about a young woman whose life takes a new turn when she becomes best friends with a Russian exchange student. Hope you'll like it.  If you want me to write more, please give me some feedback (positive/ negative).  Write to me at: elve777@hotmail.com

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