Love in the Fifth Dimension

by Grace

My name is Grace, and I've just turned thirteen. We're learning about dimensions in school at present - length, height and breadth - and although I'm not much interested in maths, the idea of things going in different directions all the time got me thinking.

When the teacher asked if there were any questions, I shot my hand up and asked if there wasn't a fourth dimension as well. I'd heard about this from my dad, who had tried to get me to read science fiction, his favourite, but not for me. The teacher told me that time was considered to be the fourth one, because nothing could exist without time, and instead of rulers we used clocks to measure it..

Sure. That made no sense to me then, and it still doesn't. If I measured a stick, I could go back and do it again, but if I measured time it had gone, that bit at least. So I wondered if all time was the same. Crazy, aren't I?

But the question wouldn't go out of my mind, so the next time I had a chance, I asked my girlfriend, Jane, what she thought. She's more than a year older than me, really clever, and because we're really good friends she didn't just brush my question off, but said we should do an experiment.

"Let's decide on some specific thing we will both think about, then spend say thirty seconds just thinking about that thing, remember what we thought even if we write it down, then a minute or so later well think about the same thing again and see if we think about it the same way or not."

I knew what I'd be thinking about. "I'm going to think about your lips," I said. "I love them." I reached out my finger and lightly brushed them with it. "Then I'm going to kiss them. I'm getting wet just thinking about them now."

"O.K., I'm going to think about yours. Ready?"

I closed my eyes and pictured those beautiful soft pink lips It wasn't just the lips I loved, but everything about her, but I tried to stay focused of the lips.

It wasn't all that hard, and it didn't seem to be any time until Jane said, "O.K., how did you go?" She began stroking the back of my hand.

"All right, I think. You?"

"You kept licking your lips as I pictured them and it was so hard to concentrate, so now let's do the same thing again. Same picture, see if something has changed. Right?"

I nodded, but this time I could not picture just her lips, but they kept becoming her other lips, opening and wanting me to suck them. So I concentrated on them, and that was really good.

Jane said, "Right, how did you go?"

I grinned and said, "That time it was your pubes, your lips kept opening and asking me to suck them. And do I ever want to do that right now."

"What, in the middle of the front lawn? Sure, I'm sure the reverend Kappfler and the office people won't mind. So you want to have a go? She opened her legs a little, and I blushed. I was a good girl, just in love with another girl. Well, not 'just' in love. Totally.

"Oh, I wish we could."

"So the second time was different, and it was a different piece of time, but - oh, I don't know, things are always different." She paused, then brightened. "Hey, aren't the only things that sense time living things? So we're the only things that can be in the fourth dimension. Rocks and stuff can't. So time takes people for it to happen. Right?"

I told you she was smart. I shrugged my shoulders and the bell rang. Lunch time was over. Most of the other kids thought we were a pair, just good friends, naturally, and there were some others as well, but being a mixed school most were in with boys and vice-versa. Still, there were only a couple of troublemakers, and they'd been shot down a few times. I just wished they had a room at this school where we could go and be alone. Opportunities are hard to come by, although last week we found the movie theatre at the centre not bad, especially since neither of us wore knickers. It's really funny, walking without pants, just jeans, we giggled all the way. And we have plans to spent a night at my gran's. I can hardly wait for that.

I lay in bed that night thinking about all this, playing with my clit, wanting desperately to be with Jane, and then got thinking about dimensions again. So the first three were out there and involved everything, but time could only be sensed by us. But time is funny stuff. Every minute I'm away from her seems like a year, and every minute we're together is gone in a flash. So time is not fixed, but clocks make it seem like that.

I was getting ready to go to school the next morning when the phone rang. It was Gran, wanting to speak to Mum. After a few minutes she handed the phone to me without saying a word, just a sly grin. She knows Gran and I get on well together - better than my sister, anyway - and what she asked was pretty interesting. Could she pick me up from school, take me back to her place so I could help her design and make some place settings for a dinner party. I am rather good at things like that.

"Would it be all right if Jane came too?" Gran knew about Jane - it was she who had encouraged me to explore my feelings - and I was not disappointed.

"Of course. Can you both stay to tea? I'll drive you home later."

With thumping heart I phoned my love, hardly able to speak properly. When she'd made me calm down so she could understand me, she went to ask her mum, then came back and said she'd have to home by 9.30. I was so excited that later I had to run back home from the bus stop to get my lunch.

I'd also forgotten it was sports day, so I was not going to be able to speak to her before we were let out. As we got out books from our lockers - fortunately close, as we were in different classes - we arranged to meet at the car pick up area and wait if we had to.

Gran and Jane had met, briefly, at a concert, but this was the first time they'd spoken. I wanted to sit with Jane in the back, but Gran insisted that Jane sit next to her. "It's all right to look angry, Grace, because you should be sitting in the front. So keep scowling - for the sake of appearances." She always made fun of me, but I had to laugh with them, as I had been furious.

Well, sports day meant plenty of running and getting hot, so we were both a bit smelly and sweaty when we got to Gran's. A cool drink and a piece of cake, then she threw us towels and said commandingly, "Shower. Now."

Jane looked at me, eyes wide, but I knew my gran. I nodded slowly, grinning, and we dashed off, Jane following me, to the bedroom I use when I stay. We stripped of our clothes and nearly did not make it to the shower because we spent ages just locked in each other's arms, kissing, stroking, whispering and looking at each other in wonder.

Finally Gran's voice came from the doorway. "Hmm, dinner in thirty minutes. No sports or other aromas at the table, please."

Our first shower together was something I will never forget. We soaped each other, washed each other's hair, spent a long time with fingers in all the right places bringing each other close to climax, but never quite getting there. Then we dried each other - that is so lovely - helped each other get dressed, and went to the kitchen hand in hand.

Over dinner, Jane asked Gran how come she didn't mind us being lovers. Her parents would have been horrified had they known, and my mother, I think, kind of knew something, but Gran was, well just the best kind of person. One we needed.

Gran said, "Well, there's lots of forces in the world, but the force of true love is the driving one. Without that we'd still be hominids, having kids would be mechanical, and we could not be happy. I loved your papa, Grace, very much - but I also love a woman, and that is one of the important things in my life. Her and my family. So if you two love each other, and I can see you do, you deserve to be with each other, learn how to bear each other's troubles, put up with your foibles, and to tolerate each other's shortcomings." Seeing my look of disbelief, she went on, "Oh yes, you've got those all right. We all have those. And the hardest of all: Boredom. After a while things seem to become the same. Nothing new, exciting or stimulating happens. You've done everything, been there, done that, and you can be tempted to go looking elsewhere. Don't look so shocked. It's true. And jealousy. One of you will get a top job or write a prize-winning story and the other will be miffed. Or others will try to tear you apart, put you down, make life very very hard. That's the time to talk, to have someone else who understands and to whom you can let it all hang out. Love's a funny plant, it requires a lot of TLC"

After tea Gran said to us, "It's seven thirty. We have to leave here at nine fifteen. Shoo!"

By nine o'clock our cunnies were sore and red, we'd had quite few orgasms, we were sweaty again, and I'd drunk so much lovely cum from Jane that I was sticky all over. We'd swooned, laughed, screamed and yelled- especially when I bit one of Jane's nipples so hard that I thought I'd drawn blood. I hadn't, so she bit my bum. The mark is still there, I'm sure.

About then Gran walked in and said, "Sorry to tell you, but it's nearly time. Have a quick wash and get dressed, hey?" As we stood up she put her arms around us both and said, "I love you both. You deserve to be together. Any time you can manage it, you're welcome here."

On the way to Jane's housed I asked Gran about the place cards. "Oh, I did those yesterday," she said with a grin. Giggling, we told Gran about our thoughts on dimensions and time. She smiled and said, "Well, there is a fifth dimension too, you know."

We asked her what it was.

"Love," she said.

And that was so true. You can keep the others. We'll settle for the fifth.