The plane landed in Papeete, the capital of Tahiti. There, they were met by their guide who would take care of whatever they needed during their stay. The handsome man in his late thirties introduced himself, his lovely wife who appears close to Jennys age, and their charming daughter not more than four, I am Temaru. I will be your assistant during your stay. It is my responsibility to be your guide, your boatman, and to see that you have whatever you need. This is my wife, Poema. She will help you each day with shopping and taking care of the house as you need.

Today, I think we shop for pareos, they would be pleasant for you, yes? she motions to the wrap she is wearing. It is a lovely one piece wrap made of cotton in brilliant splashes of oranges and reds.

Temaru motions to the small young girl peeking around his leg, This is my daughter, Amura. Her job is to keep us young at heart. With a big smile, Amura steps up to Marina and takes her hand then Jennys. He proudly smiles, Amura means big smile in Polynesian.

He proceeds to collect their bags on to a cart, I will take these to the boat and the food supplies we have selected for you, enough for a couple days. From here on, you can make a list each morning of what you would like the next day. I will leave you now with Poema. She will take you around the market and show you a little bit of Papeete. When you are finished, we will meet at the boat and go on to Moorea and your house.

Over the course of the morning, they had collected pareos of all styles in a vibrant range of colors and designs. Poema had shown them the distinction the colors and cloth make in the sunlight and moonlight, with gauze being transparent and of a sensual nature, a must for romantic evenings. Marina and Jenny were amused at her insistence they be included in abundance in their selection. She assured them, with their dark hair and especially Marinas soft dark skin, comparing it to that of her own; they would blend with the locals very quickly.

When Jenny and Tina had made the arrangements to come here, they had specifically inquired about the general air surrounding ***** couples. They had been told the government and the people of the Tahitian Islands were supportive to ***** relationships and assured their stay would be warm and inviting. Given the warm reception by Temaru and his family, she was pleasantly convinced.

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Before Temaru had left for the boat, Marina had asked about getting a frame built for the mural, he took her measurements and description assuring the materials would be on the boat and ready to assemble when they arrived at the house.

The boat ride from Papeete to Moorea was enchanting with water in brilliant shades of turquoise softly washing across white beaches. Their house sat on a hillside, not far from the beach, but clearly private in its location within the green rolling hillside. It was a two-story house purposely built into the hill not to disrupt the natural landscape of the island. With the bottom floor providing direct access to a clearing and the paths to the beach, it also provided a perfect location for Marinas mural with the top floor porch providing covering.

Temaru and family proudly showed them around the house and the surrounding hillside and beach with paths cleared for their ease. A jeep was available to them for Temaru to drive them around or for them to go on their own excursions.

Immediately after their tour, Temaru proceeded to build the frame for Marinas mural. She helped him with its construction then he helped her stretch the canvas. Amura had taken a liking to Marina following her about and helping with whatever her small hands and body could achieve. She reminded Marina of herself from pictures when she was her age and of her carefree view of the world.

Meanwhile, Poema and Jenny went about unpacking and preparing their first meal in their hideaway home in paradise. Poema was obviously an excellent cook with her inattentive mixing of foods and spices, while she told Jenny of the islands and the treasures to be discovered and the pleasures to be had.

Temaru and his family stayed nearby throughout the first day, wanting to be certain Marina and Jenny had their support in familiarizing themselves in their new surroundings. As the evening drew near, they made their way to their own home a little over a kilometer away and on the opposite side of the hill from their house.

Before they left, Poema had insisted they both change into pareos. She helped them from their clothing, a surprise to them both how comfortable she was with their nakedness during the process. Amura pulled out a gauze pareo insisting it be the one Marina wore. It had a warm glow about it, black with shades of soft gold and brown swirling throughout, instantly accenting the browns within her natural coloring.

Poema had also suggested one of gauze for Jenny. It presented soft abstract outlines of sea life in varying shades of dark blues and sea greens, soft against her lighter skin and bringing out similar shades of green in her eyes.

Satisfied they had provided a setting of romance and sensual delights; the family bid them bonsoir and headed for their own home.

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They enjoyed their dinner and their first time being alone since arriving. They chatted about the sights they had seen, the warmth they felt in their acquaintance with the locals. The beauty of the island and of the house they were to make their home for the next few weeks.

Their first day had been so busy, they had grown tired wanting to relax with some wine and watching the sun set over the ocean. They grabbed a blanket, a bottle and some glasses, and headed for the beach.

They walked hand in hand along the ocean edge, having left their blanket and wine flask to mark their path back to the house. As they strolled they spoke of the writing Jenny was excited to begin, and of Marinas mural.

When they returned to their blanket and wine, Jenny spread the blanket out while Marina refilled their glasses. Jenny lay down on her side sipping wine and watching Marina walking barefoot along the edges of the water. I want to paint this place, you in this place. I think it will be difficult to paint the mural as we had defined, my visions, my imaginings all have you in them. Marinas tone is lighthearted and amused at the irony of her predicament. She laughs inside at the thought of returning the mural to Lee full of her visions of Jenny.

Jenny is mesmerized by her beauty, how the moonlight enhances the warmth of Marinas skin, how the light and soft breeze outlines the shape of her body through the cloth. She listens to the verbal visuals her lover is presenting about her. She was right.

Who was right?

Poema was right about the cloth and how translucent it becomes with the light. Jennys words are spoken in a whisper as if to her self with only a vague awareness of being spoken aloud.

Marina standing in silhouette to the moon; turns her head to Jenny, eyes shining with her innocence to the power this love has over her. Jenny has come to realize that in the world of love, she is the more experienced, the more mature of the two.

Its almost paradoxical; this woman who has made love to so many women has never known the omnipotence this kind of love entails. It is for Jenny to help her to understand the strength she has to gain from it.

Although unspoken, monogamy had been an expectation of them both and of themselves, having already proven itself a threat to Marina with her inexperience in self-restraint against the physical charm of loving women.

Marina, I know we never talked about this, but, do you expect our relationship to be monogamous? Because of the Lee Frank incident, Jenny knows this subject must be discussed. Its the only way they will know what they can expect, and how they may overcome the challenges of that type of relationship, together.

Yes. Although weak and full of hesitation, she had said it. I tell you, I cannot stand the thought of you and Robin having been together. I feel a rage inside me whenever it comes to my mind. So, I do not think of it.

What about the affect Lee had on you, how does that make you feel? Jenny is aware this could lead to an outcome not necessarily where she would want things to go on their first night, but, she also knows this is the type of risk they must take to ever hope to have a lasting relationship.

Her face gone dark, eyes narrowed with her lips and brow drawn tight, Marina turns back to face the ocean, not wanting Jenny to see her reaction to this line of questioning. I only want you Jenny. I want you to only want me.

There will be more. You know that, dont you? Youre so beautiful and erotic without even trying. There will always be more, more like Lee.

I dont want to talk anymore about this, not tonight. Marina forces her self to discard her thoughts, turning to Jenny and smiling that heated and demure smile no one can refuse, I only want to think of you, of us, waving her arm towards the moon as she walks towards Jenny, under this moonlight, on this beach, on this night.

Marina lays down behind Jenny spooning up to her leaning on one elbow. Touching and admiring the cloth lying against her body. Watching how it shifts and flows with her hand as if adding its own caress.

She runs her finger tips along the soft contours of Jennys shoulder and arm and back. Brushing Jennys long dark hair away from her neck, she plants small soft kisses along her shoulder along her neck, and in and around her ear.

Unable to resist the chills that run the length of her, creating this surge of heat between her legs, Jenny turns her face to Marina who gladly moves there. Her tongue lightly drags along Jennys lips, making a path for her mouth to follow. Jennys mouth slightly open as she anticipates the dance their tongues will insist upon.

Marina runs her hand gentle across her chest and stomach over the slight material heading to the covering of Jennys thighs and hips. Shifting it like a small wave across her skin aware now of the added sensuality it provides to her lover. Jennys arm reaches gently back cradling Marinas neck and face, pulling their mouths closer ever closer.

As their lips surrender to the other, so does the rest of their bodies losing themselves in the warmth of the other. Jenny rolls slowly towards Marina, wanting their shapes to interlay becoming one with the other. Resting her back upon the blanket, she gives access to the adoring hand and cloth so lovingly intoxicating her with their touch.

She softly nestles her leg between those of her lover, pressing against her fold, shifting slightly back and forth. Marinas body slowly beings to move with the rhythm of her lover, gliding her hand along slowly from the breast she had cupped, nipped, massaged so delicate in her hand. Moving now to a warmer place, that place that melds them, that place where they become one, one motion, one drenching heat, one heated passion shared by them both.

Their rhythm is slow, patient and steady; the surge rises in them both. Marina raises reluctantly away from her lovers mouth. Jennys face contorting into a scolding look for taking her lips away. Marina curls her legs behind her sitting beside her lover as she carefully loosens the cloth from around herself leaving it to lay behind her. Then with the care of the painter, she unwraps Jennys laying it to her sides as if to frame her delicate shape, hesitating briefly to admire the moons dance on Jennys skin.

She places her hands on her stomach with fingertips touching when they begin their tormenting journey in opposite directions across moonlit velvet, provoking the body beneath them to arch its self automatic to their touch.

Fingers brush across the plush lips of her lover as theyre bestowed with soft licks and tiny kisses. The other hand traces down the inner length of Jennys thigh, encouraging them to separate in anticipation of a loving kiss. Marina lays her breast softly across the stomach of her lover, intoxicated by the aroma of Jennys desire, leaning closer, embellishing loving kisses as her lips follow the trail to the toxins source anticipating the drowning they will soon endure.

Soft licks and kisses, tongue pressing stroking, fingers entering and exiting, the moans begin to escape Jennys throat low and uncontrollable. Writhing in the sensuous torture of Marinas touch, she crests this mountain of ecstasy, a summit higher than she has ever been before.

Marinas eyes hot and drowsy with lust for her lover, watching the pleasure surge again and again throughout Jennys body, reveling in the desire and satisfaction she has offered. She lays down beside her cradling Jenny in her arms and her legs, brushing the hair from her face replacing it with soft kisses, I love you Jenny.

Drugged near incoherent, she wonders why her lover gives so much never asking in return. Desperately wanting to mouth the words, but incapable in the state of bliss shes been left. She promises before drifting off to sleep, she will discover the answer, but for now it will have to be on another day.