Part 4

Warning: Let's just say this part is vengeance for all you girls who actually enjoyed Brokeback Mountain!

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The two girls didnt do anything except stare at each other. Their urge to speak would be judged by who would want to go first. Candace, as her face showed it, simply didn't want to be the one to do it. Her hands trembled when she thought of it. Either way, she spoke out as though not caring about what she was doing.

"I don't want to lie, I really do like stripping. It's kind of like dancing, except you're allowed to do more. MUCH MORE! As in, you can have fun without any limitations whatsoever!"

The explanation did not appear to surprise Vanessa enough to have her show it. But it did lead her to be intrigued to the point of beginning a short interrogation.

"Have you ever tried it somewhere? Or ON someone?"

Candace looked away for only a second. It didn't have to be hard for her to even want to answer. But it was just as difficult in trying to make her think that way. After all, she has never told something like this to anyone.

Not even her only family.

"No, but when I'm about to take a shower, I usually put on some music as I'm taking my clothes off and… I'm sorry, but does this by any way disgust you?" Asked Candace, while smirking a little.

"Oh no! Not at all. To tell you the truth, I'm glad you're telling me this" Began Vanessa.

"It's a fact not many girls can explicitly speak their mind about what they really like to do. Sure they talk about how they feel when they interact with others, but you just can never hear someone talk about their real desires. Their passions. The ideal traits that actually make someone feel impressed when they find out. You know why? Because it's those traits that tie up loose ends!"

Candace smiled a bit from hearing all of this.

"Thanks. You don't know how relieved that makes me feel"

If Candace would have been able to tell what the subtly wayward look on Vanessa' face meant, she would have been intimidated, Or confused to say the least. But had it not been for the abundance of relief she continued to hold, she would've spoken before Vanesss did.

"You know, I understand this is even more awkward, and disturbing. But I'm not going to let you feel any more relief than I am once I ask you this"

"Ask me what?" Candace inquired out of the sincerest curiosity.

Vanessa didn't answer immediately and just sat still. Likewise retaining her smile, she moved around with her hands placed on the bed. It was clear she was purposely hiding something she was soon going to reveal anyhow. This was just Vanessa's way of taunting Candace into impatience.

"How about you try it on me?"

This was quite an unrequited surprise in Candace's point of view. A bit fear dwelled within her as well if she knew what the answer was going to be if she dared ask.

"Trying what?" Candace asked likewise.

Vanessa smiled, knowing sufficiently well this was her chance to test Candace's self esteem, even if it meant having to go this far.

"Try doing one of your dances on me"

Candace's face only froze for a second, and then she smiled. The smile was accompanied by a smirk when she asked Vanessa.

"I'm sorry, but are you asking me to give you a lap dance?"

Candace just wanted to keep smiling in hopes maybe this wasn't going where she didn't want it to go. Too bad Vanessa chose to emphasize her answer by nodding her head.

There was no way Candace's smile could have persisted any longer. Right now, Candace only felt like standing there for as long as she could.

If anything would allow her, she could stand there for about a year to think about what Vanessa had told her thoroughly. But only apprehending the idea that Vanessa was still making eye contact with her was the prime reason she'd have to snap out of it.

"All right, but I'm not going to take my clothes off"

Vanessa's smile disappeared, and so did her presumed satisfaction. She felt like asking as of there, but Candace considerately beat her to the answer.

"I'm only going to dance, okay?"

In reply, Vanessa looked to the left for a moment. Then she shrugged and resumed to maintain eye contact with Candace before replying. You couldn't always get what you wanted she figured.

"Just show me what you've got."

Candace nodded, and began to do a few steps. Some dances from which Candace performed where not in any way familiar to Vanessa, yet at the same time entertained her for seeing the distinctiveness that came with it. For every ten seconds, Candace moved towards alternate schemes that were either crafty or well derivative.

Some could presumably either have originated from eighties dance videos, or even modern rap flicks. Any music that occupied accurate rhythm could have sufficed with Candace's moves.

In spite of it lasting only about two and a half minutes, Vanessa could not dare lie to herself through thinking she was all but amazed. Throughout it all, her eyes became wider from what she was seeing, and what she had seen. This was the first time she became aware of what real talent someone could have when given the chance.

Now she had even more of a reason to admire Candace. Not just in a fanatical way, but through affection too. She just wished it didn't have to end so soon.

Once it did, Candace just stood on her spot. She did indeed expect herself to feel tired.

What she did not expect, though, was the sound of clapping.

"That was really great. I'm… No really, where'd you learn to dance like that?" Vanessa asked as she stood up to look directly at Candace.

"Oh thank you. Not much, I always used to watch videos from Madonna, backstreet boys and at one point a few Michael Jackson when I was twelve. It's really not that hard when you get used to examining each artists style." Candace replied, in her own belief trying to sound as informative as she could.

"Well Candace, I really don't know what to say. You've got a real talent" Replied Vanessa. Not even Vanessa knew why, but she could not help but to feel something odd. Odd in a form that only came when she kept on looking at Candace's eyes.

She was in love and all, but was it on the verge of becoming unambiguous?

"Well thanks Vanessa. But really, I feel flattered enough when you're the one with all the strength" Replied Candace. After saying this, she continued to stare into Vanessa's spectacles. Candace was used to looking at girls, but maybe she found something different this once.

Neither of them spoke as they persisted on having this uncalled staring contest. But now Candace could see it. Even if she knew Vanessa was the exact same gender as she, something was telling her she didn't have to care.

It was something that although it could be a perfect example on how unusual the truth can be sometimes, it's still better than denial.

But most important, it was something that although she didn't know it, Vanessa held it first when she looked into Candace's eyes:

Love.

Candace stared deeply into Vanessa's eyes in an almost serene sense. Vanessa felt the exact same way that gave her the advantage to linger the comfort she was trying to take in. The only reason this comfort remained was due to the growing tension. A tension formed out of the indomitable urge to cease wavering. In other words, Vanessa did not want herself resisting any more.

In the blink of a second, Vanessa quickly forced her lips onto Candace's own. This did not allow Candace to feel surprised on time after realizing what it was she was sustaining. Vanessa' tenacious kiss had managed to plant a seed within Candace's moral sense. The seed's fruits were the frantic craving of more unconquerable ecstasy which caused Candace to accompany Vanessa into this hospitably delectable experience.

As that same seed enlarged both their impetuosity to continue, it compelled them to believing it was the only idea that really eliminated the rest of their worries as well. Vanessa knew Candace well enough she was not even trying in the tiniest effort to stop. Their affair drove them onto Vanessa's bed, that way their devious bonding could become faster and more licentious.

Candace could care less though, and so could Vanessa. If they didn't, two girls in between relationship would have made anything but sense. It would have been awkward, and morally hostile in a perverse nature. A reason that also activated Candace's appetite for eliminating this uncertainty she didn't want to have dominating her. When the truth had a way of shamelessly revealing itself, Candace would have been the first to know.

What other liable motive would cause her to awaken this feral implement of liberating passion? Only to have it become avarice as she took this to a higher pitch. It was safe to adopt the idea that neither of them knew how far they were taking this fastening onto each other's fare.

Vanessa also became engulfed in the greed this ardent kiss was forcefully giving her. From the beginning, Candace and Vanessa thought one simple kiss would've been enough. Now Vanessa could no longer try in withstanding the urge to remove her jacket. Revealing a blue shirt with the rolling stones logo stitched onto it.

Candace always heard the expression "one thing can lead to another", but never knew how it could be used in real life. All she knew was seduction served as convenient icing to this delicious treat. It also helped in taking away any self consciousness left within her that made her afraid to expose herself. This was why Candace decided to unbuckle her belt. It was a bit formidable to slickly slide her skirt down to her ankles while retaining to kiss Vanessa's face, yet she managed to do it competently.

This oral binding began to decelerate in order for Vanessa to unzip her pants. As they skimmed down to her feet, she noticed Candace was looking at her. Due to the indescribable expression, Vanessa couldn't know if she was amazed or appalled. For this reason she could feel a ting of mortification wrap around her.

Candace knew she was looking at her, but now that they ceased kissing, she took the time to actually take a fair look at her. It was infuriatingly obvious how she felt from looking at Vanessa.

Nothing could stop her from admiring Vanessa's dark yet surprisingly attractive ankles. Even if Vanessa pondered the idea she might have gone too close.

"I shouldn't have done that" Said Vanessa as her face slowly turned red. She was surprised for herself.

But only briskly once she caught glance of Candace removing her pink t-shirt.

"I'm glad you did" Candace replied. Vanessa remained silent while she involuntarily allowed Candace to caress her thighs. The smooth shield of Vanessa's skin provoked Candace to lick her lips.

"You have really nice legs" Candace added, now removing her hands from them.

Vanessa almost felt shy after that comment, had she not known how much of a compliment it actually was. After thinking it well, Vanessa's self-assured smile came back while she removed her shirt too.

"Thanks" Said Vanessa.

"Yours look so bright, they're irresistible"

Vanessa let out a smirk.

"Like the rest of me?" Candace asked coyly.

"Mmm-hmm" Replied Vanessa.

But as she envied her, it was also a way of respect for someone as womanly as Vanessa to have such a beautiful body. It was apparent that once it was done, they both launched onto each other in order to resume their ardent frenzy.

There could hardly be a doubt about it. The very Kingdome of undeniable plethora they have entered was as of then under their own ownership. It was a feeling they had the right to engross into once they knew existence could only abide as long as this ecstatic foreplay could continue.

As they continued to rub and mildly slaver all over each others contents, Vanessa could no longer help this undying urge to overcome her savage instincts. In a better way, Candace could feel a grasp tear away her bra. It made her flinch a tad bit, but did it matter? No really, what mattered at a time when all there was to be concerned was this pleasure which allowed her to let her see within her as long as she did the same.

Even less as more when Candace found this as a way of telling herself the old "eye for and eye" fib which never really worked out. Until she tore out Vanessa's panties to further allow her skin to become more susceptible to her.

By now, nothing should have counted as a surprise if they were still within that bond. Maybe Vanessa was the more impatient one as her torso became the prime focus of tender delicacy. As good as it felt, it was only enough to make her forget why Candace would go to the extremes of mistaking everything, from her neck down, for a human shaped Popsicle with a flavor that never died out.

Like an aesthetic maniac who was obsessed with crafting even the slightest inch of detail from his to her sculpture, Vanessa could do better. She knew it would never get old while Candace did it to her. It was as though her hand were in a hurry to clean every part of Candace's back. Yet nevertheless taking the time each second embracing mostly what qualified as part of her thighs upward.

They could never get enough. As hard as they tried to become an androgynous being, all they could succeed in was having allowed each other become completely exposed and susceptible to practically ever square centimeters of each others bodies. At least until their energy was completely dropped.

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"WOW, that was… really not something I though could be so amazing" Candace said.

The two girls were as of now under the covers. It felt more comfortable when they could look at each other more passably for each of their views, especially Candace who no longer had the suspicion of finding this a bad idea.

Vanessa could say the same thing, but she didn't. All she wanted was to value this minute. She turned her head to make sure she looked at Candace flawlessly. Candace smiled back once she saw Vanessa's face as well. She stretched out her hand in order to move a part of the hair which was covering her face.

"Your face looks so nice" Candace said, letting her hand stroke a part of Vanessa's face.

"Thanks" Replied Vanessa, as she also placed a hand on part of Candace's.

"You too."

Candace blinked in sycophancy. Vanessa gave her a brisk kiss.

The benefit of stopping from that moment was perhaps retaining a portion of their common sense. Unfortunately, it also served as a disadvantage. At least Candace was the one to bring it out.

Only after ten seconds of silent staring into the ceiling.

"We shouldn't tell anyone"

Vanessa wasn't smiling, yet she didn't want to feel negative right now.

"Who says we have to?" Vanessa asked, still staring at the ceiling.

"I don't know, but what if anyone finds out? I mean, they're going to find out even if we make the smallest mistake possible. I just know they will! And when they do, my parents-"

Vanessa put a finger on Candace's lips. She could want anything but even for her to ruin it for the both of them.

"Do you think they WILL find out?" Vanessa asked, trying to sound as worried as she was exasperated.

Candace could accept she was nervous, and when it came to assuming the unknown, she was more pessimist than skeptical.

"Well…No, but I just don't want anything to happen between us" Candace replied, newly dejected.

Maybe Vanessa had the chance to share the comfort of sympathy through a hug. Candace almost became emotional, with not so much as a tear departing her typically vivid face.

Vanessa never knew how it was like to help someone through this manner. Most of her life, she was never even the victim since her parents were too detached from each other to remember her. If one thing was true, it was better for someone to help another than look for help yourself.

She didn't feel selfish anymore.

"It's okay, Candace. I won't let them find out anything. I love you, you know that" Said Vanessa.

She looked onto Candace's face. It appeared it helped a bit, although she wiped a tear drop with her thumb.

Candace smiled.

"I love you too" Replied Candace.

The two girls just went back to lying on the bed in order to contemplate the time they were transpiring together. They did not have to worry yet. All they had to do was lay on the comfortable bed until the moment had concluded. Once it had planted itself well on as something truly memorable, life could go on again.

They would rest and reflect on what had happened for now.

Reflect on the impact they had bestowed onto each other.

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This story is finally over! I honestly didn't know how long this was going to last. I'm glad it's done. Thanks to all of ya'll who reviewed by the way! I hope you didn't feel betrayed!