Sapphic Erotica Festival - September Song

September Song Sonya looked at the display, the flowers that had been placed in the pot since last September. That September when Charles was lost, he was on the 40th floor of the building when those cowardly bastards had hit, she remembered the day perfectly, she hadn't heard about the planes hitting the buildings until about mid-day and then she tried to phone him, getting no reply. ---------------------- She broke down and after a while she found herself on the floor, the phone still in her hand, buzzing away, Martha, her next door neighbour, was in the room with her calling her name, she looked up at her hardly able to focus on her. "Come on Sonya, get up, I think you'd be better on the couch." Martha was saying, her eyes were also red, her husband was in the same office as Sonya's and she was having just as much luck as Sonya had. Martha managed to get Sonya up and half carried her, half supported her to the couch in the living room, looking around she saw some brandy, she took the bottle and a couple of glasses, pouring out a generous amount into both. "Come on Sonya, you need this." She told Sonya, and Martha also emptied her glass. "What am I going to do?" Wailed Sonya, "I'm sure George was at work when it happened, I know he'd try to phone me to let me know he's okay!" Martha had already phoned the head office to find out what had happened, they were in shock as well, and couldn't tell her anything, she wasn't too shattered as she already knew he was two-timing her, their marriage was all but over, but Sonya and George had only been married for three years, their love still showed in their eyes, or it did, she held her friend in her arms, noticing the softness of her flesh, holding her as if she was a child - which she really was at 20 to Martha's 40 years of life. The two of them sat in the room watching the television as it kept on displaying the end of their lives, watching the planes as they continually crashed into the buildings like some never-ending torture to their senses, the buildings as they started to fall, eventually they had to turn the television off, but the scenes still played on in their minds. Sonya couldn't sleep that night, all she could see was her husband working in the office and watching as the plane came closer to hit the building above him, she kept waking up in a sweat, she found that she couldn't bear the thought of staying in the house alone, she quickly put on a robe and ran to Martha's house. Before she could knock on the door Martha had opened it and hugged her, "You look awful!" Martha told Sonya, "Come in you need to relax." "How can I?" Sobbed Sonya, "I keep hoping that George would come through my door at any moment, and then when I shut my eyes I can see his death, I can't sleep! How are you able to?" she asked Martha. "That's simple; Bill hasn't been part of my life for several months now." Martha said, at Sonya's amazed stare she smiled, "I knew I'd lost him in mind when I found a pair of panties in his coat pocket, I think his girlfriend wanted to send me a message." "Who is it?" Sonya asked her, Martha smiled, "She didn't have her name sewn into them," She jokingly said, "but I think it's somebody in his office, he's had to work late some nights, but I've seen George at home so I know they weren't working!" "Oh Martha, I'm so sorry!" Sonya said "Don't be, I've got used to the idea." Martha told her, "And I've always got my little friend to keep my company." At Sonya's look Martha laughed, "Come on you need to get to bed, you need the sleep." Sonya looked at Martha "How can I sleep, I need George he's everything to me!" Sonya was crying with her anguish, Martha held her close. "You'll need your strength for the days ahead," Martha told the sobbing woman, "I'll tell you what, you can stay with me, I'll look after you." and she led Sonya to the bedroom. She placed Sonya in her double bed, Sonya was just wearing her nightdress beneath her dressing gown and so all Martha had to do was to remove the gown and Sonya slid beneath the sheets, Martha found herself watching the younger woman as she did so, she had never felt stirrings for women before, but there was something about Sonya that struck Martha, she quickly undressed and joined Sonya to sleep. ---------------- While they were sleeping Martha had a dream. Bill was at his desk with a dark haired woman, they were kissing, Bill's hands were undoing the buttons on the woman's blouse and running under the fabric, while they were kissing the door opened and George entered the office, he took a look at Bill's position and then went to say something when the building started to shake. An alarm started to sound and all three of them looked out of the window where a shocking scene met their eyes, glass and masonry was falling down past the windows. They tried to get to the fire escapes but they were blocked, Bill was running from door to door to find a way out, leaving his lover behind him, she had fallen down while running after Bill and George was helping her up, Martha could hear sounds now. "Got to get out, must save myself." Bill was saying, it was obvious that he didn't care about his mistress now he was in fear of his life. "Are you okay?" George was asking the woman, he'd looked at the exits and had already seen that there was no way out, he sat down and started writing, the woman sat with him, she was watching Bill as he ran around. "Why aren't you worried?" she asked George, who shrugged "It's too late for that, the only problem is that Sonya my wife won't know what happened to us, I hope she'll cope without me, BILL - NO!" he had looked to where Bill had opened a window and was looking out, "There'll be a helicopter that could save us!" Bill said, "I'll go out and get them to notice me!" But as he was leaning out he overbalanced and fell from the window. "BILL!" The woman cried out and fainted, George looked at her and then heard the groans and rumbles as the stresses of the building became too great and the tower started to fall, George seemed to look at Martha. "Look after Sonya for me, tell her I'll be waiting for her, I'm sorry about Bill, so sorry about Bill." The words were still echoing in her head as Martha awoke. "GEORGE!" Sonya was crying out bringing Martha to her senses, she reached out and held onto Sonya, pulling her close to her breasts, and the two cried together. -------------------------------- Martha didn't tell Sonya about the dream, at least not at first she knew that Sonya would never believe her. They got up the next day, Sonya was slightly confused, she felt comforted while in Martha's arms, almost as if it was right for her it reminded her of her mother, she resisted the impulse to kiss her. Sonya dashed back to her house, to shower and dress, but she also wanted to analyse her feelings, she didn't want to tell Martha about her dream . . . As she was sleeping she felt that George was standing by the bed looking at her, with him was a dark haired woman, but she didn't seem to be a threat to Sonya and George, rather she seemed to be with George as a person whom he was helping. "I'm sorry Sonya, I won't be with you, I have to go, but I'll be watching over you, please don't grieve for me, I want you to live!" George was smiling down at her, "I know you're going to be happy, don't waste time without me, I'll meet you later on." George smiled at her for one last time and then turned to leave; the woman looked at Sonya and had a wistful look on her face, "Tell Martha that I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take Bill from her I know I wasn't the first, ask her to forgive me," The woman said, "Please ask her to forgive Sylvia." and the woman turned to join George. As they walked away Sonya called out to him. "GEORGE!" and awoke to find Martha holding onto her. -------------------------- Sonya and Martha faced the next few days together, listening to the news trying to hear if Bill and George were found alive, but without any luck, after a week they had to face the fact that they were lost, after two weeks all hope was lost; neither had yet managed to talk about their dreams. But their time together had another effect; they found that they were relaxed in each other's company, there were still nights when either Sonya would go over to Martha's or Martha would be at Sonya's, then one night they crossed a line that they hadn't realised was there. Martha had a dinner cooked for Sonya, they were going to their husbands employers the next day for a memorial service for those lost during the incident - `incident' a nice little word for the death of a loved one, `at least' though Martha, `in Sonya's case, a little too late for me' When Sonya arrived she looked worried, she saw the meal waiting for her but didn't want to touch it, she looked at Martha, "I'm sorry Martha; I don't think I can face it!" She started crying, Martha held her, feeling her warmth, and without thinking she kissed Sonya's mouth she pulled back in surprise. "I'm sorry Sonya, I didn't mean..." she started to say, but Sonya stopped her by pulling her face back and started kissing her again, they forgot about dinner, but went to bed. Once in the bedroom Sonya looked bashful, she didn't want to look at Martha as she undressed, but she couldn't stop herself from peeking she watched as Martha's body was revealed to her eyes. The years had been kind to Martha, although she had given birth to two children, they hadn't caused their mother much pain or stretch marks, as Martha removed her panties Sonya gave a gasp, her mons was bare, Martha heard her and looked down, "Oh, well I always shave myself, I found I liked the feeling of flesh without the hair!" she explained to Sonya as she lay back onto the bed, "I also did it to try to hold onto Bill." Sonya couldn't stop herself, she moved her hand to touch Martha's stomach and then she moved her hand down, feeling the softness of the woman's flesh before encountering the folds of her sex. "That's so nice," Martha purred as Sonya's hand started to work its magic on Martha's sex, Sonya was hesitant she had never really been involved in this type of sexual activity before. Martha however, although not involved in sapphisic sex since her collage years, was not unfamiliar to the touch and pleasures that a girl, or woman in Sonya's case, could bestow on her friend. "Please Sonya; would you undress for me, I want to see you." She whispered to Sonya who nodded and reluctantly she got up from the bed, she didn't have too much to remove, she quickly unzipped her dress standing in front of Martha, she moved her arms to allow the garment to drop to the floor. Sonya was now standing in front of Martha wearing just a bra and panty set, then she hesitated, her eyes were lowered, Martha stood up and approached her. "It's okay," Martha said, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to." "But that's the problem." Said Sonya, "I really do want to; it's just that I, I've never done this before." Martha hugged the younger woman and then kissed her again; she looked into Sonya's eyes, "Then relax and let me help you." Martha told her. Sonya nodded and allowed Martha's hands to roam over her body, feeling hands unclipping the suddenly constricting bra, releasing her small but firm breasts to the elder woman's roving fingers, somehow Martha was behind her now, and Sonya could feel the way Martha was exciting her with her tactile manipulations. "Oh my god, that feels so good." Sonya hissed as she felt her knees give way Martha supported her to lay her onto the bed, she moved to the woman's feet and watched as her breasts remained erect, Martha moved her hands to Sonya's panties and started pulling them off. Sonya covered her eyes with her arm as she felt air blowing on her moistened pussy, she drew in a deep breath as her excitement increased, and Martha smiled as she saw Sonya's reaction to her breathing on the mossy hillock of her mons. She lowered herself down on the young woman her mouth watering as she came into contact with Sonya's pussy and its furry covering. Sonya shivered as her senses went into overload, Martha's tongue was working away on her clitoris, she sobbed out in ecstasy as her world went white, and then black, she'd never felt this way except when George had first taken her. She awoke in Martha's arms, she looked around, Martha smiled at her and hugged her, and she smiled, ever since George's death - there she had actually thought it, George's death! - this was the first time that she felt that something was actually going right, she was feeling whole again, she raised her head and kissed Martha on the lips. "Thank you Martha," She said, "It was awesome." Martha just hugged her back, she couldn't speak; Sonya had awoken something inside her that she thought had been hidden for so long, something that she had tried to forget with marriage to Bill. She found that she liked girls, liked touching them and watching them as they came. She kissed Sonya "Now then lover," She said, "Let's get some sleep and we're go off to that service tomorrow" and hard as it seemed to her she held onto Sonya and they both fell into a dreamless sleep. ------------------------------ The service was everything that both had dreaded, a plodding sermon on how these things happen in life and that those who survived and the families of those who were left behind should pull together to help ease the memory. `As if I want to forget George!' thought Sonya, but midway during the service she couldn't help it, she started crying, Martha held onto her shoulders and comforted her as others looked on in their shared grief. "There should have been more!" Sonya told Martha after the service, they were at their husbands' works headquarters, in a room where pictures of those lost from the Twin Towers offices were on display, along with their positions in the company. Sonya soon found George's picture, his smiling face looking at the camera, a young man with his life ahead of him, she couldn't move from the place she had to stay there just in case the picture started to speak to her, but it remained mute, she finally felt Martha's hands on her moving her on, she passed Bill's photo, to which Martha barely gave a glance, and then another photograph took her attention. A pretty woman? No, not a woman - still a girl; dark haired and full lips, eyes that seemed to promise something? It wasn't pleasure but similar, the name underneath the picture said, `Sylvia Wilkins - secretary' both women looked at it. "I've seen her before." Said Sonya trying hard to remember where and when, and then it came to her, "She was sorry and asked if you would forgive her." she told Martha and noticed that her mouth was opened as well. Martha was listening to Sonya and remembering her dream, she looked around and found a chair, she sat down heavily onto it, Sonya found a chair nearby and pulled it over so that she could sit with Martha, and once they were seated Martha started to speak to Sonya telling her of her dream, Sonya listened in shock she remembered her dream and told Martha her story the two sat there for some time in shock. "It was just a dream?" Asked Sonya, Martha shrugged. "I don't know," She said, "It would be something that Bill would do, save himself and not others, and I know that your George would try to help others first." She looked at Sonya for a moment, and then at Sylvia's picture, "I didn't know who the other person was, I had lost Bill some time ago, so I don't think Sylvia was the first one, I don't hate her for being the last person to give Bill pleasure, if it was pleasure, I'm sorry she's dead though, no-one deserves that." Sonya just sat in silence watching Martha, the tears on her face showing her love for George and the loss she felt without him, "But do you forgive her as she asked?" Sonya asked her. "Of course I do," Martha smiled, "How can I blame her for anything," She looked at the picture, "She was so pretty, I can see how Bill went for her." They both sat there looking at the wall of pictures, but somehow a weight seemed to have been lifted from them both. --------------------------------- The next few weeks followed the same pattern, Sonya was now spending more night with Martha, learning how to please each other, and she quickly found the best way to bring Martha off, she was introduced to Martha's little helper, although at 8 inches `little' wasn't a word Sonya would have used. Martha took great delight in teaching Sonya in the use of her friend, she was soon wondering about a double dildo, that way they'd both be able to satisfy each other, but she didn't know how to breach the thought to Sonya, she was scared was the word she needed, she has been watching Sonya when the woman wasn't aware of her, Sonya had taken to singing when alone, Martha was entranced with her voice `Truly there's an angel lost from heaven' she thought. Sonya for her part wasn't aware of her lover's attentions to her, she only knew that she was happy now, she thought of George every day, but then Martha was there to comfort her, she found that she enjoyed singing, as if she found a new vocation, she also started to write songs - she wasn't going to send them anywhere they were just for her enjoyment, her nights were easier now that Martha was with her, they were now living together in Martha's house, Sonya used a spare bedroom as her work room, she'd managed to pick up a keyboard and was relearning her piano skills that she'd been taught while younger. Martha would sit beside the bedroom door listening to Sonya as she gained proficiency in her skill, marvelling at her lover's voice as she sang her songs, eschewing the published works but now writing her own, knowing that they'd never be heard, just for her own pleasure and, although she wouldn't admit it to herself, for George to hear wherever he was, she hoped that her gift would be accepted. Martha then did the unforgivable, she recorded Sonya as she sang, and copied Sonya's manuscripts, sending both off to record publishers with a note that Sonya was unaware of what she was doing but that she should be recognised, she never heard from the publishers and so didn't think about it anymore. She did however buy two dildos, one was a strap-on, the other was two headed, Martha debated which to offer up first, she finally plucked up the courage to show the strap-on to Sonya, who drew in her breath as she saw the size of the phallus displayed. "Who's going to use it first?" She asked apprehensively the fear was evident in her eyes. "I'll let you wear it as you fuck me." Said Martha kissing Sonya on the mouth, the two quickly undressed and Sonya watched in amazement as Martha started to affix the belt onto Sonya's waist ensuring that the small nub on the inside of the cup was against Sonya's clitoris allowing Sonya's movements to also bring her pleasure. "I'm not really sure about this." Sonya started to say, but Martha stopped her by placing her finger on Sonya's lips. "Sshhhush!" Martha said, "It's been so long since I felt anyone really enter me, Please Sonya will you do it for me?" she batted her eyelids at Sonya making the younger woman laugh, she nodded her head and Martha laid back on the bed opening her legs, Sonya knelt down on the bed in front of her lover "This looks so weird," Said Sonya looking down at her new appendage, "I wonder if it squirts as well?" But her eyes showed some reserve as if she wasn't really sure about using the imitation cock on her lover. "Not that type," Martha said, "But if you want I could get an oven baster and use that instead." She said with a smile on her lips, and then she groaned as Sonya started to lower herself onto her lover "Oh yes, that feels so good, please more, more." Martha said as Sonya found herself being hugged by her elder lover, and then she felt the action of the cup on her own sex, lightly rubbing her clit allowing her to feel how Martha was pushing back onto her, she moved her hips pulling the shaft out from her lover and then plunging it back, bring a depth of enjoyment to her lover's body. Finally Martha could stand it no longer, she came in what seemed to her a flurry of sparks that overwhelmed her and left her gasping for more, she collapsed back onto the bed begging Sonya to stop. This was hard for Sonya as her pleasure was still building, but she reluctantly pulled out of her lover, who kissed her passionately. "Will you let me try to please you now?" Martha asked Sonya when she had recovered herself, she knew the state that Sonya was in and hoped to take advantage of it, and Sonya couldn't answer with words but nodded her acceptance, Martha quickly removed the imitation phallus from her lover and quickly donned it, positioning Sonya who was still in her heightened sexual state and slowly entered her, Sonya found that the intrusion was exactly what she'd been missing. "Oh my god," She exclaimed, "Oh god yes that nice, no not nice - exquisite, don't stop, please don't stop." She begged her lover, her hands pulling Martha down and into her, the same hands that ran up Martha's back, scratching in it her excitement, neither woman noticing how deep her nails were going. When Sonya climaxed it was as like nothing she'd ever felt before, she was crying out in ecstasy and fainted, when she came too she found that Martha was lying beside her, cradling her in her arms, Sonya looked at her and hugged her, but hearing the gasp of pain from Martha she pulled back. "What's wrong?" She asked Martha, who shook her head. "It's nothing, don't worry." Said Martha, but Sonya wouldn't believe her she managed to turn Martha onto her front and saw the scratches there, "Oh god Martha, I'm sorry, I didn't know I did that!" She gasped out, Martha smiled and tried to tell her to forget it, but Sonya was already running to the bathroom where the medicine was held, she quickly returned with some antiseptic cream and was busily applying it to her lover's back. With each gouge covered she would apologise to Martha for causing her such pain, when she finished she turned her lover over and in payment for her attack she started to tongue and titillate her lover's clit, bringing her to another climax, together the pair fell asleep on the bed exhausted. ----------------------- The next day brought the discord that neither had expected, Sonya received a letter from a firm of music publishers asking her to attend their office that day, puzzled she decided to go, she didn't tell Martha as she didn't think she'd be interested. Martha was wondering where Sonya had gone, she'd left the house earlier that day without saying anything, but Martha wasn't too worried about her lover, they had kissed each other that morning and had professed their love for each other. The slam of the front door brought Martha back to the present she looked up with a smile on her face for her lover, a smile that faded when she saw Sonya's, she was white with fury. "How could you!" Sonya was saying, which puzzled Martha, "They told me that I had a perfect voice!" She snarled at Martha, "They said my writing was excellent." She went to the bedroom and started packing. Martha followed her confused, watching as Sonya quickly hunted around for her clothes. "Who said? What's happening? SONYA PLAESE TELL ME." Martha appealed to the younger woman who turned on her. "I had a letter asking me to go to some address, it was a music publishers." She paused in her searching to look at Martha, "They told me that someone sent them a tape of my singing along with my songs - MY SONGS!" She emphasised, then in a softer voice said, "They were my feelings, my joy, I didn't want others to know about them!" She sobbed and then returned to packing. Martha tried to stop her but was brushed away, "I've got to go, they've arranged some vocal lessons for me, so I'm going home to be ready for them," She looked Martha in her eyes, betrayal could be read in hers. "You shouldn't have done it, I thought I could trust you after all we've done, it looks like I was wrong." And with that Sonya picked up her suitcase and left her lover's house. ------------------------------- That had been six months ago, Sonya was now an acclaimed star in her own right, her first single went to the top of the chart in record time, she was invited to all the right places, she had never looked back, when the invitation to sing at the church had been passed onto her she thought for a second, and then accepted. But while driving through the town she started to remember what, no who, she had left behind. Martha! Her heart ached for her lover, she was ashamed of the way she reacted, Martha was right, it was the thing that she needed. Sonya debated whether to call Martha when she was at the hotel, but each time she picked up the phone she couldn't do it, she was frightened of how Martha would react. That night she cried herself to sleep, her body was calling out for Martha, it knew she was close, but the mind held sway. Her dreams were troubled, she saw Charles again with that girl, what was her name? Oh yes Sylvia that was it! They were shaking their head and she could hear Charles saying. "Sonya you're a fool! She wasn't thinking about herself she wanted the best for you, and she did it out of love, you have to realise that!" "But I do now!" Sonya said in tears, "But how can I? What if she doesn't want to see me again? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't!" Charles smiled at her and held out his hand. "Come with me my darling," He said, "I've got something to show you." She took his hand and the three of them floated off to a part of town that Sonya knew too well, to a house where her pleasure had been complete, into a bedroom where a form she also knew intimately was lying in the bed, tears were on her face too. Sonya looked around the room, in one corner there was what only could be described as a shrine, it was a new addition to the room, Sonya went over to it and found it to be made of press cuttings, all of them about Sonya herself, she turned back to the bed. "I'm sorry Martha," She said, the sleeping woman didn't reply, Sonya looked at Charles who shook his head. "I'm sorry darling." He said, "I can bring you here, but I can't do anything else, it's up to you!" Sonya climbed onto the bed and tried to wrap her arms around the woman, but couldn't touch her. "Martha, please hear me, I'm going to be at the church service, please be there, I want you to come, Please say you will?" Sonya asked the sleeping woman in a pleading voice, a sleepy answer came back to her. "Of course I will, now go back to sleep!" Martha's voice was low but she was still sleeping, Sonya bent over to kiss her - only to find herself back in her hotel room with the early morning call she had asked for. ------------------------------ And so here she was, her newest song ready to sing, the organist had a copy of the music and was worried that she couldn't keep the tempo correct, she'd been practicing all day to try to get it right. Sonya had listened to her last run through and had assured the woman that it was perfect. But now Sonya was anxious. Sonya looked at the people in the church, she swallowed, would she be able to sing this offering in front of all these strangers, or would she back out, she tried to focus on somebody, anybody to help her and then she saw Martha, who was watching her, she hadn't known that she would turn up, she had hoped of course, but hopes weren't certainties, she smiled, the music started and she opened her mouth. "I sing a song for those we lost, upon a September day, When the sky grew dark and numbed the hearts, When horror held its sway, A memory held today. September's song will sound out loud, A lament for all we pray, September's song I sing along, I sing September's day. The towers of twin, were scattered thin, A nation mourned in grief, Our people died and many cried, What would every ease our grief, September's song we sing along, Our voices will light the dark, September's song I sing along, I sing September's day. We watched in tears as hero's worked, Worked hard to ease our fears, But now it's clear, we've wiped our tears, But remembering our lost friends. September's song will sound aloud, A voice to banish dark, September's song I sing along, I sing September's day." --- Her song ended and the audience started to clap, but Sonya held up her hands to stop them. "Please, before we do anything else I have something to say," She paused looking around at the puzzled faces, she smiled, "I have to thank my very special friend Martha, she was the one who brought me to the attention of the record company, at the time I wasn't happy about that." She shook her head and looked directly at Martha, "Was I Martha?" She asked, everybody looked at Martha who was going red with embarrassment; Martha shook her head, unable to speak. "In fact I was annoyed, so annoyed that I haven't spoken to my friend for over six months," She closed her eyes and then opened them again, "I'm sorry Martha, I see now that you were only thinking of me, I was foolish to say what I did, all I can ask is if you could see it in your heart to forgive me?" Martha looked at her friend, her eyes were blurred with tears, and then they cleared to see Sonya standing like an angel at the altar, she nodded her head in agreement, beside her a man started to clap his hands, this was followed by another and then another. The applause sounded within the church, and people came out of their seats to where Sonya stood, she was faint after singing the song, the first person to hold her was Martha who smiled at her and kissed her. "That was wonderful," She said, "Thank you!" Sonya didn't answer but the light in her eyes showed her love was alive again. The End.