Pumping Iron

I hadn't realized how dark it is at 5:30 a.m. until this morning. It was my first day of work at Smith, Kline Dodson and Roarke a well established and extremely well connected law firm in Northeast San Antonio. On my first interview with the Director of Personnel, I was informed that the firm prided itself on it's Christian, pro-life, politically motivated focus and I was expected to conform to the tenants of the charter should I wish to be hired. Needing to become employed on a full time basis after my recent divorce, I determined it was not the time to share every one of my inner secrets. I had no doubt in my mind that I could function very well in the company environment without compromising either mine or their individual beliefs.

Oh, by the way, I felt it was inappropriate on the first interview to share with the Director of Personnel that I was a lesbian and had been for as long as I could remember. Although I felt very devout in my religious beliefs, I fully realized that my church did not share my zeal for an alternate lifestyle. It was considered in conflict with the teachings of my faith. However, feeling strongly that God is the only one to make that decision on how my life has been lived, I decided to leave the judgment solely in his hands for my own individual day of reckoning.

As far as the pro-life aspect of their corporate policy, I had no problem with that. I did not necessarily agree with abortion. In fact, it was always a frightening prospect to consider what my individual decision would be should I become pregnant and not be in the position to bring the child into this world as my own. For the child's sake I had to feel pro-life was the key however, in my inner soul, I knew that pro-choice would be of greatest importance should the situation arise. The political arena was another story entirely. I had developed quite a political interest over the past few years. The fact that I had chosen to cast my vote as a Democrat may not have sat well with the founding fathers of the firm. But, as long as my political views were not challenged on a personal vein, my choice of political affiliation remained my own secret and not one I would readily choose to discuss at any length. The Christian Coalition is historically more aligned with the Republican Party and that was far from my political choice in light of my sexual orienttion.

As part of my corporate benefits package, I was to receive a membership at a local health club. Most of the partners and associates spent lunch hour at the club either playing tennis, racquetball, squash or enjoying the lap pool or nautilus facilities. In my mind, any activity that made me run too fast or too far was double the amount of exercise I was to need in a day and I chose to swim or lift as part of my daily routine. Monday, Wednesday and Friday had been earmarked for nautilus and the off days, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were for laps in the pool. I had successfully swimming distance to just over 2 miles a week. That was more than enough exercise in itself. I felt confident that my body needed no further torture and the fact that I was well toned and quite shapely showed my own inner commitment had been fulfilled.

Lunch time today would provide me the opportunity to become certified on the equipment at the health club. This certification made certain I was aware of the operation of the nautilus area, the correct equipment settings and weight loads as well as the rules of etiquette expected from each club member. I looked forward to receiving my fitness card. It had been almost two weeks without any appreciable amount of exercise since I moved from New Orleans. Settling in and doing all the "new move" activities was enough to run me ragged. A long hard sweaty workout was what I needed to get back on track.

The morning went by quickly as I reviewed the cases pending on the corporate docket. As a new associate I could expect to receive a heavy load of low profile, less attractive cases which were beneath the dignity and expertise of the partners and senior associates. I didn't mind. My original focus had been Legal Service law during my last year in law school. There the cases are not very exciting. Mostly landlord/tenant disputes, divorces and civil suits. Anything was going to be fine with me. Everyone had to "pay their dues" and now was a good time to start. I felt fortunate to have "hitched my wagon to a rising star" in Smith, Kline, Dodson and Roarke. In my mind, things could have gotten much better.

The Health Club was conveniently situated less than a block from the office just South of Rt. 281 and Blanco Rd. The Kroger supermarket had closed almost three years ago and, although the building had been leased by Texas Warehouse for almost a year, that hadn't lasted either. The developer had realized that after two years of vacancy, the space had to be renovated for something other than a supermarket facility in order to be marketable. When Health Works, Inc. approached the developer about leasing the space, the building was literally gutted and remodeled to accommodate the requirements of a fitness facility. The large parking area, accessibility and proximity to retail as well as area restaurants made it a highly profitable location. The owners were going to make money here, and that was for certain.

Expecting the parking to be filled during lunch hour, I took the opportunity to walk the block South on Rt. 281. It was a glorious April afternoon and I was thrilled that spring had arrived. Although San Antonio never stays cold for very long during the winter months, the break in the weather is always a signal of summer and it's array of activities. The area was filled with activities galore. Between Fiesta Texas, Sea World, the Alamo Plaza and other historical sites in the area, San Antonio rested 3 hours due West of Houston and 5 hours South of Dallas. Once I got situated with work and organized in a routine, I could begin to enjoy what was available in the areas around my newfound home. "Hi, I'm Dana Delaney." I said to the receptionist at the front desk.

"I'm a new associate at Smith, Kline , Dodson and Roarke,"

"Do you have an introduction card with the name of your training associate?" she asked in a somewhat less than courteous manner.

Noticing her nametag identified her as Sandee, Training Supervisor, I wondered what type of customer service skills she would be imparting to her employees. Taking notice of the fact that I was staring at her name tag, Sandee paused and began to comment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sound all that happy to greet you did I?"

Realizing this was the perfect opportunity to say `that's right, you didn't', I paused before I spoke. I'd had bad days myself and the customer service business was one which was continually filled with people who had bad days, bad nights or just didn't like life. She had to face it all. Somedays it could not have been that easy to face such a myriad of bad situations or ill mannered individuals with a smile.

"That's okay. It must have been a tough morning," I replied with a smile.

"It certainly has been!" She smiled and was noticeably relieved I was understanding and not taking her behavior personally.

"I had to dismiss one of my employees today and that has left me her portion of the workload in addition to my own. In fact, I'll be your training associate whenever you are ready."

"Can you direct me to the locker room so I can change," I asked inquisitively.

"Through the double doors and the Ladies Locker Room is the fourth door on the right. You'll find a exit door from the Locker Room directly into the Nautilus area. Just grab a towel and I'll meet you on the floor in 10 minutes."

Looking back down towards the counter I could see she had relaxed a bit but the stress was still visible on her face. By the time I reached the double doors she shouted behind me "Dana, do you need a lock for your locker?"

"No thanks, I brought one with me," I replied. "Thanks anyway." The facility had opened less than a year ago and the hallways still had that smell of freshly painted walls. The decor was light and airy, pastel colors and tastefully decorated. The locker room had two long walls of lockers with benches in front. Bins of newly laundered towels were maintained in the locker area as well as beside the showers and an area had been designated for soiled linens destined to be returned to the laundry. The 7 showers were continually cleaned and maintained during the day and miniature bottles of shampoo and body soap were provided for the convenience of each guest. Nothing seemed to be lacking. There were hair dryers along the mirrored vanity and disposable combs, razors and personal hygiene supplies were available upon request. This was heaven and I was loving it.

I chose a locker near the shower area, donned my sports bra and nylon running shorts and a clean pair of socks from my bag. My Reeboks were becoming worn and had been relegated to the "indoor fitness scene". I locked my locker, grabbed a towel from the bin at the far end of the lockers and headed out into the fitness area.

Sandee had arrived ahead of me . She was resetting the machines to 15 lbs each until she could determine what weight level was an appropriate starting point for my strength. My application had shown experience with Nautilus over the past 4 years in Louisiana while attending Law School. So, I at least knew what I was doing. The certification process was more of a formality. Sandee realized this but knew that it was obligatory for insurance reasons that an initial certification be performed.

"Did you find everything okay?" Sandee looked straight into my eyes when she asked and it caught me off guard.

"Sure, not a problem," I said. "Everything was right there for me."

"Great, let's get started."

We worked the machines making the usual circuit and Sandee explained the meaning of the repetitions and correct machine settings almost as if pre-programmed for speech. The number of times she had been required to give this spiel were probably too numerous to count. But, after the first hundred or so, it had to just roll off her tongue with very little effort or thought.

After we completed the rotation, I got the tour of the facility during my cool down.

"Here's the pool area if you'd like to use it on your off days. You don't do Nautilus every day do you?" Knowing that the body needed a day in between workouts to recoup energies, my routine had been set well within the anticipated limits.

"Why, do I look like a lifter?" I said eliciting a chuckle from Sandee in return .

"Good, that's how it should be. You may not look like a lifter but, looks can be deceiving."

Sandee pointed to the court areas and poked her head into the restaurant to check on the special of the day. Soup and pita stuffed with chicken salad. She rarely brought lunch as she noted meals were part of her own benefit package at the club.

"You'd enjoy the food here," she said. "I have at least one of my meals here each day and dinner also if I pull a double shift during the weekend."

We finished the tour with a look at the sauna and jacuzzi area and Sandee made a point of taking me into the sauna to show me the thermostat and controls. She considered them temperamental and felt a quick orientation of their idiosyncrasies was appropriate.

"Sometimes these are stubborn when you try to set them," she noted as she attempted to set the timer for 15 minutes. "See, it's doing it again. If you have problems, just reset back to the left of zero and it should begin to work."

We'd spent almost 5 minutes in the sauna trying to set the timer and I noticed Sandee had begun to sweat. Her arms glistened as the sweat beads began to grow along her shoulders. Her temples were perspiring and the outline of her cheeks were accentuated by the outlines of perspiration draining down her chin to her awaiting chest below. I thought what a lovely woman she was. No ring. No apparent impediments to a relationship. Maybe someday I'd have the opportunity to really know her. But, not today.

"There it goes," Sandee said in a triumphant voice. "Let me know if you have any problems."

"Thanks I said," sitting down on the bench to rejuvenate my body from the workout.

Closing my eyes, I felt relaxed, I felt refreshed and I felt whole again. A great job, a great workout and I had met a woman I felt attracted to. I felt as if `I had it all'.

Weeks went by before I saw Sandee at the club again. She had taken a few weeks personal leave following the death of her Mother. When she returned to the club, I saw her working out on her own time, just trying to focus her mind on something other than the pain she had been feeling over her loss.

"Sandee, how's it going?" I asked in a light yet supportive tone.

"Working out yourself I see -- just trying to make the rest of us look bad huh?"

"I doubt I could do that." Sandee replied quietly, continuing her workout.

Realizing she was lost in thought, I watched her on the machines as I completed my own rotation. She was about 4 machines ahead of me . Twelve repetitions, reset the seat, wipe the cushion, reset the weights and move on to the next. Over and over I watched her, pressing hard, pushing her body to the limits. About half way through the rotation she was working calf raises while I was preparing to do bench press. I noticed the weight belt ran low on her lower hips and buttocks and beads of sweat were draining down the inner portion of her thighs. Each raise caused her calves to tighten and as my eyes drew upwards, I noticed her cheeks pressing tighter together with each raise of the toe. She had a wonderfully fit body. I would say 5'7" of perfection. About 110 pounds, well toned and well disciplined. Watching her raise and lower herself made me feel hot and I could feel my self getting wet. I was no longer wet from the sweat of my own workout, I was wet from my overwhelming desire for her. She had captured my mind, my spirit and she didn't even realize the hold she had developed over my soul.

Her last machine was designed to strengthen the abdomen and lower back. Facing away from me I saw her set the machine for 40 lbs. Leaning gingerly against the back rest she pressed over backwards providing a wonderful view of her 36" D cup breasts leaning slighty out of her sports bra. I was dumstruck. Her breasts were round, supple and quite firm and the nipples remained hidden beneath the textures of her bra. I would have loved to touch them but that could be dangerous. I'd taken on the `don't ask, don't tell fascade' and breaking from that decision could jeopardize my position at the firm. Nothing was worth that right now. I then made a fatal mistake. I failed to check my own weights on the leg raises. The pin had been pulled and not replaced when Sandee had completed her set and I was so mesmerized by her body that I had failed to check it myself. With the first rotation, the pulley's jerked up suddenly, the first plate slapped to the frame and I felt my knee lock as I had no resistance whatsover to halt it's upward motion. I was in pain. Stabbing, sharp pain. Grasping the outside of my left knee, I leaned forward pressing my head tightly into my lap hoping to circumvent the pain which was radiating through my lower body. It wasn't working. Sandee had heard the clang of the plate as it hit the machine and at once she realized what had happened.

"I am so sorry Dana," she said leaning over my pain ravaged body in despair. "I forgot to reset the pin before I went on to the next machine."

I could smell her scent as she loomed above me and I began to focus less on the pain and more on her. She had laid down the back rest on the cushion and instructed me to lay back. I think she was afraid I might faint. Placing a towel behind my neck I felt a droplet of her perspiration land squarely on my left check. I wiped it gently with my hand and placed my wrist across my eyes hoping to bring her scent closer to my consciousness.

"I'm fine," I said quietly. "I just need to rest a moment.

"Let me get some ice for your knee. Don't move." Sandee grabbed her own towel, placed it around her long slender neck and wiped her face as she maneuvered herself back towards the first aid closet in the corner. They maintained a small supply cabinet in each workout area for just this type of situation. Sandee grabbed an individual ice packet, cracked it on the ground and began rubbing it vigorously between her palms. The icy cold feeling was almost immediate as the chemicals mixed with the liquid forming frigid relief. It had to be cold because a chill went right up each of her arms. Goose flesh appeared and her nipples stood straight and tall to greet me. What a thrill I had received. She had given me the best medicine of all and hadn't even realized it.

After twenty minutes, the ice had helped to stall off any immediate swelling. Sandee helped me to the locker room and I attempted to shower. Realizing going back to work was not a viable option, I contacted my secretary and asked to receive half of a personal day so I could go home and put my leg up. No problem at work. It was Friday afternoon and no heavy cases had to be dealt with this close to the weekend.

"Do you need any help in the shower?" Shouted Sandee.

I would have loved some help in the shower, help lathering my own supple breasts with soap, or swirling body wash across the well shaven mound surrounding my throbbing clit. As I stood motionless beneath the tepid rush of water, I closed my eyes and thought only of her touch. Quickly realizing a response to her question was required, I said "No, I think I have it. Thanks."

"Let me know when you're done, I'll help you from the shower area over to the bench to get dressed."

"I'm done." I said quickly.

Rinsing my face one last time and stroking myself all over I opened the curtain and reached for a towel on the rack to the left. We both grabbed for the same towel at just the same exact moment and we both were startled. I released my grip and allowed her to hand me the towel. Attempting to steady myself I leaned squarely against the marble shower entrance and felt a cold chill rush up and down my spine. Sandee looked up with a start when she heard me screech and smiled softly when she realized what I had done.

"Cold isn't it," she said. "I do that all the time."

I attempted to dry myself quickly and after Sandee helped me to the locker area, I gathered my clothes and placed the rest of my workout gear back in the locker. I wasn't certain how long this injury might keep me out of the club so I made certain everything was in it's place before I left.

"Oh damn," I remarked.

"What's wrong?" asked Sandee.

"I just realized I walked down here from the office and it's all uphill going back. I'll have to call a cab."

"Nonsense," Sandee replied. "I insist on driving you home. I'm not on shift at all today and there's no way you're going to be able to drive with that knee anyway."

How lucky could I have been? Sandee was driving me home. This was working out much better than I could have ever imagined. The apartment was straightened, the bathroom had been cleaned and I was in great shape to entertain. But, would she be interested in coming in? That was the real question.

"Let's go," Sandee said. "I've got your bag, you've got your keys and now all I need are directions to your place. Realizing that I'd have long hours and not one to make late night drives unless I had to, I had rented an apartment less than a mile from the office on Huebner Rd. In fact, on a nice morning, I thought it would be a nice walk into work. If I was tired in the afternoon, I could always get a ride from one of the other associates or call a cab when I needed one.

"Take a right out of the parking lot here and make the first left on Huebner. My apartment is about four blocks up on the left. "

"Vista Del Mar Apartments was nestled among a small grove of scrub oak trees and took on the look of a desert paradise. The pool had been built adjacent to my wing of the building and it would be very convenient come late spring or summer evenings after a long day at the office. To the left of the pool was a hot tub which was available now if anyone of the residents were interested. Not too many takers though since it was the walk back to your apartment that was the torture, not the temperature of the hot tub itself.

"Mine is the last apartment on the first floor of the C Wing." I said as we entered the parking lot from Huebner. " My space is just in front of my door. You might as well park there since my car is still at the office."

I realized I'd need to call the office and make certain they knew my car would be there at least overnight. Otherwise, Security would have the car towed to the impound lot. That was the last thing I needed to worry about right now.

"Let me help you inside," said Sandee. She picked up my gear and opened my door. Her empty right arm had been saved to help steady me. My knee was actually feeling better and I almost felt silly asking for any help at all. But, I wanted the opportunity to have her in and this gave me the opportunity I had needed.

"You sit here on the couch while I get more ice from the freezer." Sandee headed to the kitchen and filled a plastic grocery bag as full as she could. Reaching for a dish towel to absorb some of the cold, Sandee returned to the living room and rested the towel and bag gently on my slightly bruising knee.

"I never noticed all these scars before," she said.

Having played basketball in college and having torn the entire cartiledge of my left knee in one game my senior year, I had endured three arthroscopic surgeries over the past 5 years. My knee had been left to look like a `poster child' for the Rand McNally Road Atlas. Sandee began to run her fingers up and down the scars, gently pressing on them and massaging my injured knee along side of the ice pack.

"That feels good," I said.

"What does, the ice or the massage?" Sandee looked me straight in the eye and raised her left eyebrow just enough to elicit my undivided attention.

"Actually, both feel pretty good right about now."

I rested my hand on hers and looked deeply into her eyes. I could see pain. I think it was the pain of her Mom's passing, the pain from her guilt regarding my injury and just a sense of exhaustion from what she had gone through mentally over the past few months. Sandee was drained. We didn't speak much. Both of us just sat there staring at each other as if to try and read each other's mind.

"Have you ever been with a woman," she asked, immediately looking down. Reaching over to guide her chin upwards so I could again look directly into her eyes, I said "I have and it's wonderful. Have you?" Sandee obviously didn't know what to say. She remained silent for a moment and then leaned closer towards me resting her head gently on my shoulder.

"I never have but I have always wanted to. Ever since I first saw you I at the club, I have wondered about you. Wondered about what you would be like and I have wanted to touch every inch of your body. Does that sound disgusting to you?"

"No, it doesn't." I was quick to respond realizing that she had gone out on a limb here and was in no condition to have it sawed off behind her.

"I felt you watching me today while I was working out," she said teasingly. "I tried very hard to make you want me so it would all seem like your idea."

"Don't worry, you didn't have to do all that much. I've wanted to get closer to you since that very first day in the sauna. I can still remember how you made me feel and I'm getting wet all over again just thinking about you."

Sandee seized the opportunity to place a long hard kiss squarely on my willing and ready lips. The pressed her tongue firmly within the far reaches of my mouth and all the pain in my knee seemed gone. I hadn't noticed the ice slipping to the floor because we had both shifted our positions sidewards and were fully reclined on the 7 foot sofa entwined entirely by our eagerly waiting limbs.

Having been given the signal to go with this pursuit I lowered my hand gently between her legs and was welcomed by the warmth and wetness of her crotch. She was almost dripping and as she pressed her tongue further inside my mouth, I began ever so gently circular motions on her mound. Tiny moans of pleasure passed her lips and in an instant I found myself slipping my hand gently up the left leg of her running shorts. She was a shaver -- I guess to prepare for bikini season. But, no matter, she was well groomed and well prepared for passionate lesbian love.

"Can we go to the bedroom?" I asked quietly.

"Okay," she said somewhat embarrassed. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom."

"Not at all, it's down the hall to the right. Help yourself to anything you need."

Sandee helped me to the bedroom before she went off to the bathroom and I removed my clothes. She hadn't had the opportunity to shower before we left the club. She was too concerned about me to take the time. Lying quietly atop the bed naked and waiting breathlessly for her to return, I closed my eyes and imagined her slender body, her own hands caressing her well charged nipples. Her fingers invading the spaces of her own firmly swollen clit. She was ready for this and lowering my own awaiting hand to my own soaking went swollen clit, I began rubbing my own self to levels of heightened passion.

"Sorry I took so long," she said as she exited to the bedroom. She looked wonderful in my robe. Removing it ever so slowly, she made her way to my side of the bed and climbed on beside me.

"You are absolutely beautiful," I said. "What would you like me to do?"

"I'd like you to make me forget. Make me concentrate on us and not anything else. I'd also like you to teach me what to do to make you feel good also." Sandee again kissed me, almost as if she was afraid to touch me anywhere else. That's one thing that wouldn't last long, I was certain of that.

I leaned into her gently pressing my hardened nipples squarely upon her own. Our wet soaked mounds met tightly and the warmth of then moisture tintilated our senses. Placing my right hand squarely atop her left cheek I pulled it gently towards me and directed my fingers deftly down the length of her crack until I met her anal opening. Gently massaging this area brought unusual arousal to Sandee. Most newcomes to lesbian sex are somewhat unnerved by touch to this area. But, she was ready and willing to explore the farthest reaches of this experience.

Relaxing more as our lovemaking progressed, Sandee took charge to fondle my right breast tightly within her grasp. Flicking and rolling the nipple, pressuring the outlines of my areola and squeezing ever so tightly brought moans of my own. She was a quick learner. I retreated from the reaches of her buttocks to return to the clit, the swollen, pink, pulsating clit. Shifting my position, I reached for a pillow and motioned her to place it squarely beneath her hips. She obliged and reclined backwards, her hips raised just enough to provide complete access to her ass, her clit and her mound. Her scent was strong and her excitement tantamount to almost immediate orgasm. With each wide, hard pressed lick of my tongue, her moans were like starting guns at a racetrack. They signaled the beginning of each race to see how fast she could rise to orgasm.

Positioning my full mouth atop her lower lips, my tongue engulfed her vulva. Her folds opened wide and sexuality revealed at it's fullest . She was mine. With each heave of her chest and each moan from her mouth I felt her excitement through her cum soaked lips. She was riddled with moistness as was I. She tasted wonderful. I felt myself getting hot just licking her and lowered my own hand to maintain my own level of arousal. When I felt she was ready, I reversed positions and asked her to lay atop my awaiting body. The condition of my knee made the upper position difficult and I wanted her badly. Sandee didn't not complain. She reversed her position and knelt carefully over me, her own face resting gently atop my own warm, cum soaked mound. Reaching up sharply, I startled her when I pulled her cunt down hard on my awaiting lips. I wanted her to feel the force of my love tongue. I wanted her to feel the suction of my lips pressed directly on her clit. I wanted her to feel the strength of my licking as I wiped away every ounce of wetness which flowed steadily from her overflowing folds.

Sandee had paused in her attention to me and that was fine. She was being taught and taught well I might add. She learned well too and in moments took charge of her own lovemaking by separating the folds of my clit with her gentle hands and licking and flicking my nub in a frenzy of nips and licks that was an experience of ecstasy. She was good with a woman. No, she was great. Suddenly I felt her entire tongue break through the barrier of my cunt and I must have acted surprised.

"I'm sorry, that was an accident," she screamed.

"Don't worry," I said "it felt wonderful. You just caught me by surprise that's all."

She proceeded to inject and remove her tongue in sync and it had the surprising feel of a penis. What a rush. I frantically pressed harder into her nub and she moaned with pleasure. Seizing the opportunity, I inserted my index finger deeply into her folds and she arched up as if to drive it further inside. I pressed harder searching for her G-spot and she shivered. I could see her nipples hardening above me and knew she was feeling good.

In a moment of high excitement for me Sandee stopped short and raised herself up from atop my concentrating hands and lips. Turning herself around she placed her cum soaked lips squarely upon mine and said "I want to lick you alone to an orgasm."

"Are you sure?" I said realizing this was her first time.

"I'm sure," she said and she kissed me long and hard before lowering herself down one to one with my throbbing crotch. She had prepared her way well. I was very close and was aching for an orgasm. Sandee remembered the feeling of what I had done to her and she mimicked my lessons well. Licking and sucking brought me ever so close to orgasm only to have her back down suddenly to let me fall back to a lower plateau. Licking again, long and hard and I'd almost reached the crest when she'd pull back and tease me to submission.

"Ask me for it," she said.

I was shocked. She was smart too because that was the greatest turn on of all to me. To ask for an orgasm and to beg for it to come and come hard. That was the ultimate turn on. How did she know? It didn't matter, I was willing to beg for it.

"Make me come, please make me come." I begged. "Suck hard and don't stop."

Sandee did just what I asked. I came and I came hard as I had begged. Four consecutive orgasms she gave me and we shared a wonderful evening of love.

We still see each other regularly at the club. In times of stress and trouble, we look to each other for unbridled passion. I still work as a "closet" associate for Smith, Kline, Dobson and Roarke. She still works long hours at the Health Club and we both still remember that first day in the sauna. She has pleasured me greatly over the past two years and I her as well.

So, don't be fooled, there is love to be found pumping iron.

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Cabled

Even though she was expecting someone, Kimberly still jumped when the doorbell rang. It had been like this lately. A thick, palpable tension crackled around her, transporting her far from the present, leaving her exposed, vulnerable. Literally exposed, she discovered, for she had been standing naked before the full length mirror in the hallway of her apartment when the doorbell rang.

Though Kimberly had convinced herself that her staring at her own image in the mirror had not been planned, it too had been occurring more and more lately. She blamed the heat of the August day; and it was hot, well over ninety. She had been cleaning up in the kitchen when her own body heat had become unbearable, soaking her shorts and T-shirt with slick sweat. After stripping and tossing the clothes into the laundry, she was going back to her bedroom when she passed herself in the mirror.

Before she was even aware that she had stopped, her head had spun quickly, as if she had caught sight of someone attractive. A small smile pushed up the corners of her mouth as she halted and looked. Suddenly, she was feeling more secure about her looks. Though she was not a heavy woman, in college Kimberly had been on the softball team, and she had the build one normally associates with softball players: large, firm breasts, square shoulders, slim and solid hips, thick legs. Since that time a few years ago, however, she had worked hard to attain a more feminine figure.

The image staring back at her suggested she had succeeded. In place of the thick legs there were now two slender, toned limbs. If she lacked the stride of a lady it was only because she detested high heels. Her bum had filled out in the last couple of years, and she did nothing to discourage it, adding many repetitions of squats in the gym she went to three times a week. Her real work, however, was evidenced at her waist, which had lost more than several inches. This she credited to cutting almost all the fat out of her diet.

So she had stopped to admire her body in the mirror. But that admiration, that physical appreciation, had quickly left her hollow. I've got the body I want, she thought winsomely as she let her hands run up her hips. But I'm lacking something--something very important. As her hands reached the sides of her heavy breasts, she knew what it was--or, more precisely, what it wasn't. A shudder rippled through her body at the touch of her hands to her breasts and she closed her eyes.

His name had been Doug, and she should of taken that to be the first warning. Doug, it seemed, was a universal name used by all good looking men. She knew the day she turned Doug's head that all her hard work, all the dieting and exercising, had paid off. Doug was a majestic male, and so taken by him had she been that a trickle of sexual excitement soaked her crotch and ran down the inside of her leg the very second their eyes had met.

Seducing him was next, something she thought she could never do. But he was all too eager to be seduced, and as she slipped his clothes away to reveal the most startling body she had ever seen, her excitement strangely began to ebb. In fact, by the time he had worked his way into her, she was nearly dry. Only through a great sexual effort had she been able to tolerate his thrusting, his lips on her breasts, his probing fingers. And that was what made her shudder as she looked at herself now.

The thing that allowed Kimberly to survive her fading night of lust with Doug had been the vision of another woman. Standing before the mirror and lightly rolling her own aching nipples between thumb and forefinger, that vision returned.

Kimberly didn't know who the woman she kept fantasizing about was. Just an amalgamation of feminine features that sent her into wild, shuddering convulsions. A composite woman, a strange, dark beauty of the American type, large breasted, cherry nippled, red lipped, the woman could have stepped from the pages of a lingerie catalogue. Kimberly's heart raced, and the image once more flooded back to her.

They were always on a beach, Kimberly and the woman. The sun was high and very hot, suggesting a tropical location. Kimberly, laying in a lounge and clad only in a bikini that let the better parts of her fall out, would always spot the woman from afar. Sitting up, she would watch the woman approach. As remarkable a body as the woman had, Kimberly would always notice her smile first. It was the smile that got her, the smile that set her heart on its side, the smile that tingled the warm nook between her legs.

As the woman covered the last few steps, she would reach up behind her and release herself from the tiny swimsuit. Then, Kimberly would see the oil. For a moment the woman would stand over Kimberly, and Kimberly would see that she carried a small bottle of oil. The woman's smile never changed, even then as she slowly caressed Kimberly's body with her eyes. Without saying a word, the woman would kneel beside Kimberly and began stripping away her bikini.

With one sharp suck, Kimberly's breath would be drawn in, arching her back sunward, swelling her breasts and thrusting them up where they met a hot trickle of oil. The woman's fingers were tender but firm as they spread the oil in small, eccentric circles, running up the mass of Kimberly's breasts, dallying on her nipples, tipping them with rocked prominence, then sliding down the concave of her belly, until finally the woman's fingers skidded over the tangle of her pubic hair and plied the slick folds of flesh between her legs.

When the doorbell rang a second time, Kimberly gasped and opened her eyes. Her dizziness nearly toppled her, and the first thing she saw was her own reflection. Two fingers of a hand were buried deep within her dark venus, and she squatted slightly to accommodate the mounting orgasm within her. The inside of one thigh was shiny and slick and a musky smell, the smell of sex, hung in the air like a low morning fog.

Quickly Kimberly grabbed a fresh T-shirt and pulled it on as she rushed to the door. One more second, she thought, trying to catch her breath.

She spoke into the intercom: "Who is it?"

A woman's voice answered: "Eastern Cable. I'm here to hook up your cable television service."

Again, Kimberly didn't know what to do. With the image of her fantasy woman still smoldering behind her eyes, she immediately associated the female voice with that. But the woman Kimberly let into her apartment was quite different. First of all, she was blonde and petite. And her clothing left everything to the imagination, for she was clad in the dark blue workers' coverall prominent in the blue collar world. A baseball cap bearing the Eastern Cable Company logo hid what Kimberly suspected was a short, close cropped haircut. A patch over her left breast proclaimed her name to be Janet.

Janet was not at all unattractive, thought Kimberly as she pointed down the hall and followed her. Fine, pale skin and thin lips were a delicate contrast to the type of work Janet did, and her blue eyes were pale and frosty. There must have been a lot more woman to Janet, for as Kimberly followed her she noticed an evident wiggle in her behind. By the time they reached the living room, Kimberly was smiling. Janet caught her as she turned around, and her own smile broke her lips. For a moment, there was a silence that was awkward only in anticipation.

"That's a very nice television," said Janet.

"Thanks. That's one of the reasons I finally decided to get cable. The reception on this side of the city is lousy."

"I know." Janet's eyes darted down for a second, and only then was Kimberly made fully aware of how short the t- shirt she was wearing really was. In fact, it had been ear marked for the rag bag. Kimberly looked down and found that her nipples, still hard and sensitive, pushed through the worn material, as if they too wanted to see what Janet looked like. For all intents and purposes, the T-shirt ended just below the lower reaches of her pudendum. She wondered how much of her cheeks would be revealed in the back, but instead of embarrassing her, the thought of it, the knowledge that she was naked save for the dying T-shirt in the presence of an attractive woman sent an electric thrill buzzing through her body. When Kimberly looked back up, Janet had turned to the television.

"Okay if I slide the set forward?"

"Sure, whatever."

With the television set pushed forward, Janet got in behind it and began setting up the cable box. In this manner, she could face Kimberly and the rest of the living room. Kimberly watched her work, and saw that she continued to smile. Smile, she thought. Her smile is so lovely, so peaceful, so warm. Like the smile of the woman--

"You must be dying in that work suit," Kimberly said, folding her arms beneath her breasts. pushing them up slightly and hiking the bottom of the T-shirt up a critical inch or two. Janet's eyes flashed to that newly revealed spot for a second. The smile remained.

"Yeah. We were supposed to be issued summer uniforms, but, as usual, somebody screwed up."

"Would you like something cold to drink?"

"Maybe when I'm finished, thanks."

Kimberly backed up a step, keeping Janet in her sight, and sat down on the couch. At first she sat with her knees together, watching Janet work, watching her smile. Then, when Janet seemed particularly engrossed with the circuitry behind the set, Kimberly tucked one leg beneath her, and brought the other knee up to her chin. Her crotch was now boldly revealed to the open air, her T-shirt well up over her hips.

A foreign electricity gripped Kimberly. She felt drunk and surreal, almost as if she were having an out of body experience. Rising up from herself, she saw the scene: Janet, working diligently, and Kimberly, her pussy thrown open wide to world, as if this were a normal, everyday occurrence. The thought of it made her mouth thick and sticky and tinny with expectation. Janet finally looked up.

She made no attempt to disguise the track of her eyes: they started first at Kimberly's face, but then they were drawn down magically, down to that black, exposed vee, and there they boldly stayed, one second, two seconds, three seconds, before traveling up the line of her legs, back down to her exposed pinkness, and then, finally, back up to her eyes.

Janet said: "Do you know where the cable jack is?"

Kimberly swallowed precipitously and said, "Yes. It's just around the corner."

The two women stood there in the small hallway opposite the mirror. Just above the mirror was the cable jack.

"I've never seen a cable jack in a stranger place," said Janet.

Kimberly was watching them in the mirror; the hallway seemed crowded, the two of them, plus their images. When Kimberly spoke, she did so to Janet's image, not to Janet directly.

"It's a really old building, so cable must have been an afterthought, I guess."

"I guess," said Janet, taking Kimberly's lead and speaking to the mirror. "Have you got a stool or something?"

Kimberly retrieved a stool from the closet, and as Janet was about to climb it, Kimberly gently took her arm.

"Wait a minute," Kimberly said, again speaking to Janet's image in the mirror that faced them, "it's dirty up there."

With a rag in her hand, Kimberly mounted the three steps of the stool.

Janet never moved. The smile, that same small, thin smile never left her lips. When Kimberly reached the top step, she looked down. Janet's face was level with her hips. Kimberly hesitated a moment, returning Janet's smile. Then, she lifted her arms up over her shoulders and began to slowly wipe the dust from the moulding above. At first she did not look down; she preferred to fantasize.

Behind her eyes, Kimberly tried to imagine the scene below her. With her arms lifted high, the short T-shirt would hike up well above her navel, exposing herself entirely to Janet. Her breasts, as well, would be visible as they tented out her T-shirt. Kimberly felt the new air reaching her body, and she continued to slowly wipe away the dust. When Kimberly finally did look down, after what seemed like hours, she saw that Janet was indeed looking.

But Janet was not looking at Kimberly; instead she looked at Kimberly's image in the mirror. The smile was still there, but now it was more intense, as if Janet were studying for an exam. Slowly, Janet's head turned. When it stopped, her nose was only a few short inches from Kimberly's exposed vulva. Her eyes ran around it, then they moved up under her shirt, and Kimberly herself wondered what her breasts looked like from below. Finally, Janet closed her eyes and took in a long, deep breath through her nose.

Kimberly's musky juicing filled the apartment.

"I think that it's ready," said Kimberly, and as she stepped carefully down, she kept her eyes locked with Janet's.

When Janet had finished hooking up the cable, she returned to the television in the living room. Kneeling before it, she turned the power on and began fiddling with the controls.

"Could you help me?" she asked, turning to Kimberly. "There's a small control knob in the back of the cable box, and I need to synchronize it with your set. Could you turn it slowly for me?"

Kimberly moved over next to Janet, and once again her crotch was on a level with Janet's eyes.

"I think I've found it," said Kimberly.

"Good. Now, slowly turn it counter-clockwise. There, just like that."

Kimberly's heart was thudding painfully beneath her breasts. Janet would be done in a moment, then gone. Suddenly, Kimberly felt her feet edging forward. Janet stopped watching the television and started watching Kimberly. With her toes Kimberly pulled herself to Janet. A final gentle hip thrust brought her pussy mound in contact with the baseball cap Janet wore. Kimberly began biting her lip, then her tongue escaped, licking her lips while she watched.

Janet reached up and delicately removed her cap. She laid it on the floor beside her. Now Kimberly's crotch came closer, until finally she could feel the end of Janet's nose tickling her pubic hair. Finally, Janet's smile disappeared. But only because her tongue, thick and red and swollen to resemble a piece of wet, exotic fruit, extended from her mouth.

Kimberly felt the first warm probing of Janet's tongue and released her tumescence instantly. Her body shivered and she gently bucked her hips in a forward rotational motion. Janet's hands slid up behind her and firmly grasped her buns, steadying Kimberly while firmly pulling her onto her wide opened mouth. Only with great effort did Kimberly manage to pull off her T-shirt. She continued shuddering while Janet's licking and sucking focused.

And then, Kimberly felt her clitoris isolated by Janet's lips. With her lips forming a tiny "o", Janet slowly sucked it, drawing it forward, while her nose made small circles on the surface of Kimberly's soaked pudendum. Again Kimberly felt herself tumbling toward another release, and she came hard and long and spasmodically, grabbing the back of Janet's head and forcing her face deep into the heat between her legs. When she had finished, Kimberly stood back and watched Janet rise.

Janet escaped from her coveralls quickly, revealing a hidden treasure of a body. Her breasts were small by comparison to Kimberly's, but Janet's muscular back made them seem larger. Kimberly gasped when she saw the small, almost white trace of hair pointing south between Janet's hips. Now both naked, they stopped a few inches from each other, content in their silent admiration.

Then Janet stepped forward, rising up a little on her tiptoes so their nipples could touch. Both women looked down and watched as the ends of their breasts nudged and rubbed each other. Soon they were fondling each other gently. Janet was first, daring now, and her finger tips caressed the sides of Kimberly's breasts, sliding down to her nipples, big brown diamonds surrounded by a chocolate sea of areola. There she simultaneously pinched both her own nipple and Kimberly's between her thumb and forefinger. Kimberly let out a small cry of surprise, then joined in with Janet.

And then, they kissed, lightly at first, with some trepidation, then with a deep force that pulled them together and mashed their chests into one warm mass of quivering joy. Their hands fled freely over each other, kneading buns, pulling harder.

Slowly they fell to their knees, then all the way to the floor. Kimberly gently forced Janet onto her back and covered her with her own body. On all fours, Kimberly dangled her breasts over Janet's, rotating her back and again letting her nipples graze Janet's. Her mouth drew her down farther, and soon she had one of Janet's breasts in her mouth.

With her lips far apart she engulfed most of the breast. Inside her mouth she felt the fat of her tongue lick Janet's solid nipple. In another moment she had the nipple between her teeth, and while her incisors lightly gripped it, her tongue dashed back and forth over the part of the nipple that had been pinched behind her teeth. Finally Janet moaned, then arched her back.

As if she could extrude and project her vulva, the hot folds of Janet's flesh there reached out and brushed against Kimberly's own mound. By gently scissoring each other, the women found they could stimulate themselves in a most carnal way. Kimberly was content to ride her partner in this fashion for uncountable minutes.

She found herself sliding away, however, her body pulled along the surface of Janet's, her large breasts displacing themselves first on Janet's, then down her tight waist to the small roundness of her tummy, across her wiry pubis where, for a breathless instant Kimberly felt her nipple slide across Janet's soaked crotch, and finally along the inside of her thighs.

Then Kimberly rose and knelt between Janet's legs, which were spread wide apart. Letting her fingers race down the inside of Janet's thighs, Kimberly felt her own smile mounting. Janet returned it and reached up and fondled one of Kimberly's breasts. Then Kimberly closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she slowly descended upon Janet.

Kimberly tasted salt at first, the sweat from Janet's heat. Her tongue licked the inside of Janet's hard thighs. And then it entered a soft, wet place, musky, acid in taste, but oh so sweet and tender. Her mouth opened and her lips came into play and behind her closed eyes Kimberly's fantasy slowly melted into the reality of the afternoon.

It had finished with Janet reaching a low, rumbling orgasm. Continuing to lay on her back, Janet projected her bottom up into the air by arching her back deeply and propping her buns up with her hands. Kimberly sat cross legged and helped hold Janet up, who really weighed next to nothing. This allowed Janet to drape her legs over Kimberly's shoulders; at times Kimberly thought she would drown in a tide of Janet's wet reaction. She felt as though she had drunk gallons of sweet nectar.

And then, with Janet's bucking finished, they rolled into one more embrace, one more wet trade, a final taste. While Janet dressed, Kimberly watched from the couch, not bothering herself to reclothe. She got up to walk her to the door. There Janet hesitated and turned to face Kimberly.

"I'm not sure I hooked everything up correctly," said Janet, trying to hold back her smile. "I might have to come back and...readjust something."

Janet allowed herself one last tweak of Kimberly's nipples, and then she was gone. Kimberly leaned against the door, her eyes closed, her chest heaving with her sharp intakes of breath. When she finally opened her eyes, she walked over to the television and unscrewed the cable wire. The television, which had been on but muted the entire time, now went white with snow.

Kimberly melted into her couch and smiled. Her tension was gone.

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Sherri's Story

The snow gave way to a world that was waking after the long slumber of winter. The air was warmer, the grass greener and more people were outdoors. Yet in this world of new beginnings and light, I had something heavy in my heart. I wasn't quite sure what it was but I felt restless somehow. Although I loved my husband more than anything else in the world, I wanted something more, I wanted to explore - I didn't know what. Bobby and I had fallen into the same old habit - he was away a lot and worked all the time. I taught high school English and also worked on my Master's degree. I wanted to have fun and do something thrilling. I hadn't been out with my girlfriends in months, and I even tended to stay home on the weekends when Bobby was working. I was bored and funky.

I felt like that the day I met Sherri. I had just come home from school on a very warm Saturday. I had an mid-morning class so it was only 2:00 PM when I got home. I slowly trudged up the stairs to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes. I then jumped into the shower to wash off my makeup and clean up. Just as I was getting out, I heard the doorbell ring. Soaking wet, I slipped into a terry cloth robe and ran to the door. Forgetting my usual cautions, I swung open the door, and there she stood, one of the most beautiful women I had ever encountered.

She stood there in white short shorts that showed off her long, tan legs. A tight tank top showed every curve of her slender torso and firm breasts. I stood there and stared for what felt like an eternity. Finally, she spoke in a quite, husky voice. "Hi, my name is Sherri. I just moved in to an apartment in the house across the street. I love your house and when I saw you drive in, I wanted to introduce myself." I felt awkward in my robe with my dripping hair, but I told her my name was Bea and invited her in. I offered her a drink and went to fridge and grabbed a bottled water and then ran to the bathroom to finish combing my hair.

I came out and sat at the other end of the couch. We began talking about where she was from and how long she had lived in town. I felt this strange feeling in me, her face and eyes just drew me into them. I was extremely attracted to this woman. I tried to dismiss these thoughts as a product of my mood, but found I couldn't. We talked for almost an hour about ourselves.

When she told me she had to get home, I stood from the couch. While I had been sitting, my robe tie loosened. I didn't realize it until I followed her gaze and looked down. I blushed furiously and covered myself with a slight giggle. But when I looked at her, she was searching my eyes for something. Her own nipples had grown hard under her tank top.

"Well, it was very nice meeting you, Bea," She said breathlessly. "I've been wanting to go out dancing and see the sights of Rochester. Would you like to go clubbing or something soon?"

I thought for a minute, and asked her if she would like to go tonight. "I'd love to," she exclaimed. "Only this time, don't get so embarrassed when you become uncovered. You really do have nice breasts." I stood there stunned as she walked toward the door. "How about 9:00 PM," she asked. At that point, anything was fine to me. I knew that I wanted this woman in a way I had never known. She closed the door softly, and I went to start getting ready. I felt anticipation growing between my legs...

I was so anxious as I began doing my hair. Curl after curl, I anticipated the night to come not knowing what to expect. What could Sherri have meant when she talked about me not covering myself later. I knew my imagination had gone wild, and that she probably only meant to help me get over my embarrassment. But I couldn't stop the fantasies that were running through my head. I put on my makeup a little heavier than usual and it looked really good. I hardly noticed that I had lost five pounds until I slipped into a skirt from six years before. It was a tight little black and white mini that showed too much when I bent over. The air was still warm outside, and so I put on a pink tank top that showed my midriff. Every curve showed to perfection and I admired my reflection for an instant before the doorbell rang. I slipped into some heels and ran to the door. There Sherri stood, wearing a short peach skirt, and a form fitting body suit. Her breasts were bare underneath her top and her nipples protruded through the cotton. Our compliments became a little excessive before we realized it and we laughed the awkward moment off.

Sherri offered to drive and we slipped into her red '95 Miata convertible, top down of course. Her skirt had come up a little and revealed a small patch of brown hair between her thighs. I felt a distinct wetness creep between my thighs. I was glad I hadn't worn panties either. After a long while, I stopped staring at her and enjoyed the ride. We were almost to a bar someone had recommended to her. She knew I had been looking at her and admiring her. By now, I was dripping wet, and slightly embarrassed by that fact. But I had never felt so attracted to a woman before.

We arrived at the bar and walked in. The room was crowded and dim. Smoke curled towards the ceiling and was sucked away by the ventilation. It was cool enough to send shivers up my spine, and blood to my nipples. I realized it was going to be an interesting night when I noticed...most of the couples were women...

I looked around apprehensively. I had never been in a bar like this before. Sherri just looked at me and smiled. She led me to two open bar stools and we ordered drinks. We stayed on those seats for over two hours, laughing and talking. Then she asked if I wanted to go out on the dance floor. It was a fast song, and so I agreed. The more we danced, the more fun we had. We sat back down, hot and sweaty. She inquired if I had ever had a bi-sexual experience. I truthfully told her no, but added that it has always been a fantasy of mine. She told me she could make my fantasies come true.

A slow song came over the speakers, and she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. She put one arm around my neck and the other around my waist. I mimicked her. I could feel my pulse racing, while wetness filled my pussy. She held me close to her as she moved her hips against mine. Then it happened. She leaned over and gently kissed me. I gasped at the softness of her lips. I locked my fingers into her soft hair and kissed her back. I couldn't get over the way her lips felt against mine. Her lower hand was caressing my ass. She asked me if I wanted to leave and go back to her place. I quickly agreed and was positive that the wetness was about to run down my legs. We hurried to the car and got in...

We reached her apartment shortly. My senses were heightened by my nervous anticipation. Her beautiful body pressed gently against mine as she tenderly kissed my lips. So slowly, so softly. She looked into my eyes. I could no longer stand it, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her firmly. Her tongue searched for mine in a desperate effort to become one with me. I held her hair twisted between my shaking fingers. She moved to my side and began caressing my nipples and breasts with her long fingernails. She continued to kiss me and our tongues swirled with a fiery passion. We lay back on the bed. She pulled her head away and looked into my eyes for a seeming eternity before she traced my nipple with her tongue, leaving a damp ring around the dark area. Her other hand began stroking my stomach. My body tensed at her touch. Extreme pleasure shivers controlled my body. Hesitantly, I reached for her breast when she suddenly took my hand and put it there for me.

"Squeeze my nipples," she said in between her teasing licks. I obediently began to squeeze and pinch gently, then firmly then gently. Quickly her nipples became taut in my fingers. Her fingers began exploring lower and lower. I felt her pull delicately at my hairs. I couldn't breathe I was so excited. She knew exactly what to do. I squeezed her breasts with my hands, firmly and longingly. Her tongue began taking the same path as her fingers. Down, down my stomach... she left a damp streak of pleasure. Her tongue soon reached where her fingers were still playing with my wetted matte of pubic hair. I could no longer reach her breasts so I began to play with my own.

As I softly caressed my orbs, Sherri took the plunge. Moving slowly down one thigh, Sherri used her tongue, moving ever towards my center of passion. The bedspread beneath us began soaking up the results of our intense embrace. I reached...reached between Sherri's legs and felt a warm tingle between mine. I worked my way slowly past her lips until reaching her small, hooded bud. I gently pushed and squeezed her awakening clit between my thumb and fore finger. Suddenly, Sherri became a thrashing figure as she moaned in a low, ecstatic tone. Waves of pleasure washed over her. I watched Sherri, breathless as I continued to press her button of pleasure. This was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The waves just wouldn't stop and I thought she would be jolted by the electricity forever.

I felt my own heat mount as Sherri finally lay spent on the bed in front of me. She pursed her luscious lips and then looked deep into my pure azure eyes. "I hardly know you," Sherri said sheepishly, "yet here I am lying naked next to you." A cool breeze whooshed through the open window of the room. Outside the sun was blazing gloriously but the blaze below was unrelenting. "Well," I giggled, " I hope we have a long chance to get to know each other even more." Sherri looked back longingly and then smiled and said, "Like what are you doing in the next few days, weeks and years." I flashed a bright smile and beamed it her way. "Only you." I said with delighted glee.

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Fantasy

I had always been fascinated with the thought of making love to another woman but I never had to courage to act out my fantasy. Finally on my 25th birthday I decided it was time. My only problem was I didn't know exactly how to find a willing participant. I decided to take out a personal ad. It didn't seen to work. I got hundreds of replies but I just couldn't find the one I was looking for. I started going to a bar named Fran's Place. I got to know a few people after months of patronage. I still hadn't found what I was looking for.

It was a warm April evening and I was sitting at the bar when she walked in. She was absolutely beautiful. She had long red hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. She sat in the empty chair next to me. All I could do was stare at her. She noticed I was staring and introduced herself as Alisha. As the evening went on we started talking like old friends. She was so easy to talk to. It seemed that I could tell her anything. 2 am came around and she invited me back to her place. I accepted anxiously. She didn't live too far from the bar. Her apartment was small but enough room for one person. She asked me if I wanted a beer and I said sure. As she handed me the beer my fingertips brushed hers. I felt a wave rush through me. She sat on the love seat next to me and I reached out and held her hand. We started to move closer and closer until I felt her warm breath on my lips. Then we kissed. It seemed like a lifetime but I am sure it only lasted a few minutes. As we looked at each other we blushed.

"I have to be honest with you," I said, "I have never done that before."

A look of relief spread over her face. "Neither have I," she replied.

"Do you want it to stop there?" I asked.

"No, I want to go all the way. I want to feel a womans touch."

I kissed her again. While I was kissing her I reached for her small breast. It was everything I expected it to be. Then she reached for my breast. We were kissing and feeling each other when I pulled away.

She looked horrified.

"Why did you stop?"

"I just wanted to let you know if you feel uncomfortable to let me know and I will stop."

"OK, but I don't want you to stop now."

I reached for her blouse and pulled it over her head. Then I undid her bra to reveal her plum-like breasts. They were beautiful. I slowly bent over and licked her left nipple. I put my hand on her right breast and continued to tongue her nipple. Then I moved over to her right nipple which was now very erect. I put her breast into my mouth and began to slowly suck it. She moaned in pleasure as she caressed my hair and back. I then put her left breast into my mouth and began to lovingly suck it. I slowly started kissing downward until I reached the waist of her skirt. I pulled it down to reveal her glistening red mound. I had never seen anything so magnificent in my life. I ran my toungedown her bush and into her slit. I cirled around her clit as I slid my finger into her hole. She arched her back and moaned even louder. I slid my finger out of her and replaced it with my tounge. Soon I had her juices all over my face. As I licked my lips I came up to kiss her. She did the same thing to me as I did to her. We laid there naked for quite sometime. I realized it was now 4:30 am. I jumped up and got dressed.

"I have to go home and get ready for work."

"Will I ever see you again?"

"How about we meet at Frans tonight?"

"Sounds good to me."

I kissed her goodbye and started home. I couldn't wait until tonight. I wonder what we might do at my place.

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Dark and Stormy Night

A sudden flash of lightning filled the small cabin, causing the transistor radio to momentarily crackle with static. A few seconds later, the June night was filled with a resounding crash as the sound of thunder caught up with the light. The storm had been raging for a little over two hours, alternating between violent clashes in the sky and the steady patter of rain against the windows. "That was a good one!" Exclaimed the dark haired girl as she clapped in appreciation of the sudden illumination. "You wouldn't think so if we were out there." Replied her companion as she pointed out the large bay windows to the lake beyond. "But we're not, are we?" The first girl retorted in an exaggerated pout. "Sometimes you can be such a worrier."

"You're right." The first girl answered. "But one of us has to have some sense. Otherwise you'd have us out on the lake because you'd get a better view." "Hey that's an idea." Robyn said in mock seriousness. "We could take one of the boats down by the dock and..." "Don't even think it...." Valerie cut her off in a dead stop tone. Both girls then broke in laughter. All in all, watching the storm and snacking on popcorn and the wine they had snuck out of the liquor cabinet wasn't the worst way the two 17 year olds could spend the night. Of course it wasn't what they had thought it would be when they come up to the lake two days before.

Robyn Grayson and Valerie Carter had been friends for 12 of their 17 years, ever since they had met on the first day of kindergarten. Back then, they had both been pudgy little girls more interested in games and dolls than anything else. With slight variations, that had continued right up until they began to hit puberty. In Robyn's case, womanhood sprung upon her with a vengeance. She lost all her baby fat and in a single summer went through a growth spurt that cause her to fill up and out at the same time. Instead of the semi-plump tomboy, she found herself a very attractive young lady with a figure that drew boys like moths to a candle. It was during that summer that she finally appreciated her mother's insistence that she let her hair grow. Robyn had wanted to cut it short because it kept getting in the way. It now stretched down to a few inches below her waist.

Valerie also began to fill out that summer but unlike Robyn, she lost none of her childhood fat. She added more than a few inches to her height over the last few years but with them came more pounds than she liked to think about. Today she hit the scales at 160. Thankfully it was spread throughout her body giving her a mature full figured look. Both girls sometimes wished that they could exchange bodies, at least long enough to see what it would be like. Valerie wished she could be as slender as Robyn . In turn, Robyn wondered what it would be like to have a 38D bust like Valerie's instead of her own small 34C. Yet despite the physical changes, both girls had remained steadfast friends.

They had seen other friendships fall apart when one friend became one of the popular crowd and then no longer wanted to associate with former friends. Robyn had become part of the in crowd, a head cheerleader and the girlfriend of the star quarterback. But she made it clear to anyone who even suggested that it would look better if she "dropped" Val, that the crowd, the cheerleaders and even the quarterback would go before her friendship with Valerie did. In fact, the hardest adjustment to their friendship over the last few years hadn't been Robyn's rise in stature but Valerie's. Between both of them, Valerie had always been the smarter of the two. At least as far as the books were concerned. A constant presence on the honor roll, the short haired girl had finished the requirements for graduation six months early. And since she had also aced her SAT's, she'd been allowed to take courses at State this last semester. Valerie had been home only a few days when her mother had announced that they were going up to the cabin for a few days and wouldn't it be nice if she invited her friend Robyn to come along. It would give them a chance to catch up on the last six months. The first days of the trip had been pretty uneventful, just swimming in the lake, a little boating and barbecuing with the neighbors.

Then this afternoon, Val's 14 year old brother, Bobby took a fall and twisted his ankle while climbing a tree. It had swollen up pretty good and her mother though it a good idea to take him into town and have it x- rayed, just to be sure. Since Val's father couldn't make the trip, heading into town would leave the girl's alone, but Mae Carter said she would be back in a few hours. If they had any problems in that short time, well the closest neighbors were only a quarter mile away. The wait in the small hospital turned out to be a lot longer than Mae had expected. By the time they were finished the storm was just beginning to hit. Since the old country roads had a tendency to wash out rather easily, especially the small bridge over Dobson's Creek, the safe bet was to stay in town until morning. So she had called the girls and told them that Bobby was fine and that they'd be back in the morning and not to worry. They'd assured her that they'd be fine. "I bet you wished you'd stayed home this weekend." Valerie said as she took drained the last of the wine from her glass.

"I don't know, this is kind of fun." Robyn replied as she quickly refilled Val's glass. "More fun than Sally Kellerman's Graduation Bash?" Valerie countered as she looked at the now empty wine bottle. It seemed like they'd just opened it. "That was tonight wasn't it." "Yeh, I think so." Robyn said in a somewhat unconvincing tone as she stepped over to the bar and pulled out another bottle. "But I really wasn't planning to go to that anyway." "Oh sure, the biggest party of the year filled with the most popular people in school and you were just going to stay home and do your nails." Val said as Robyn refilled her own glass. "If my mom hadn't waited until we were up here before mentioning it, I never would've asked you. It wasn't fair to put you on the spot, not wanting to say no to this trip. Its not like I'd be angry if you wanted to go to the party instead." "I mean it, I really wasn't planning to go."

Robyn insisted as Valerie looked on unconvinced. "I guess I'm finally beginning to realize what really stupid assholes some of those people are." "Well, what do you know?" Valerie called out. "There is a brain in that pretty head after all. Sometimes you can open your mouth and speak up." "Go to hell!" Robyn shot back in mock anger. "There are a lot of times I open my mouth." "Yeh, but then it's usually to attach it to some dumb jock!" Val returned. "Oh how sharp the tongue of a friend." Robyn laughed. "Speaking of heads and sharp tongues, maybe we should go a little easy on this stuff." Valerie suggested as she indicated the glasses they both held. "Wouldn't do to have mom come back and find us sloshed." "You worry too much." Robyn said. "By the time she gets back tomorrow we'll have had a good nights sleep and be fine." "Today you mean." Valerie corrected as she looked at the large clock on the fireplace mantle and noted that it was one in the morning. "Whatever..." Robyn said, grabbing another handful of popcorn.

"Does this new asshole category include Brian?" Valerie asked, drawing up a mental image of Robyn's on again off again quarterback boyfriend. "Brian's both a prick and an asshole!" The long haired girl replied. "Turns out he was screwing both Jenny Davis and Helen Williams." "That would be on the nights you were seeing someone else?" Valerie asked. "Yes, I mean, that was different..." Robyn replied. "Of course." Val smiled. "What about you?" Robyn quickly asked, changing the subject.

"You haven't said one word about the guys at State. You can't tell me you've been celibate all this time." While Valerie hadn't Robyn's experience with boys, she was far from a virgin. There had always been guys who realized that she was cute in her own way and would rather date a girl who's idea of an intelligent conversation wasn't what new store was opening in the mall. That and the desire to get a really good look at those big boobs that filled out whatever she wore. Jocks, Nerds or somewhere in between, guys were still guys. "Well I've been really busy these past few months." Valerie said, looking more than just a little uncomfortable. "College course are a lot more difficult than high school."

"Bullshit!" Robyn yelled back. "I can tell when you're lying. You're seeing someone." "Well......actually...." Valerie hesitated, she was finding it hard to say the words that floated unbidden in her mind. "Come on, we're never had secrets from each other." Robyn insisted. "Didn't I even tell you when I screwed Mr. Peterson after he took me home from baby-sitting that night." Valerie remembered all to well how excited Robyn had been when she called her up on Val's private phone one night after midnight to tell her she'd just been fucked by Robert Peterson. A successful businessman in his late 30's, Valerie still wondered what drew a man like that to take such a chance with an 16 year old. She'd seen his wife many times and she was a very attractive woman. Some things she just would never understand. "Yeh, I remember." She answered quietly, staring into the glow that blazed in the fireplace. "So you know you can trust me. Come on." Robyn insisted. Valerie turned her gaze from the fire to her oldest friend. She could see in her hungry eyes that Robyn was possessed by a need to know. Still, the words wouldn't come. "Is it a teacher, or a professor isn't that what you call them?" Robyn asked. "Are you sleeping with one of them?" "No." Val simply replied. "Is it someone that's married?" Robyn quickly continued. "No." Val repeated. "Then why can't you tell me?" Robyn asked once more. Valerie stood up and walked over to the fireplace, again loosing herself in the warm glow.

She ran her hand through her short black hair and sighed. It'd been a real long day, and the need for sleep and the wine was beginning to be felt. "Why don't we just drop this and get some sleep?" She said. "Cause I want to know, that's why!" Robyn said. "I want to know what it is that you can't share with someone you've been friends with since we were five." "Because you wouldn't understand, that's why?" Valerie replied. "What wouldn't I understand?" came Robyn's reply. "A guys a guy. God knows I've slept with a few jerks. So what's the..........." Robyn suddenly paused in mid-sentence. She brought her hand up to her still opened mouth in surprise. The reason Val didn't want to talk about it suddenly seemed crystal clear. "Oh shit," She exclaimed. "He's black isn't he. You're sleeping with a nigger! What's your mother going to do if she finds out?" Valerie just shook her head. It was bad enough that Robyn couldn't let the matter drop without her letting her narrow minded prejudices create all kinds of wild fantasies. "No, he's not black, or brown or yellow or for that matter white." Val finally answered, no longer caring how her friend would finally react. "If you really, really have to know - he is a she!"

A pregnant silence filled the cabin as Valerie caused Robyn to be speechless for the first time in her life. She was certain she had just flushed a dozen year friendship down the proverbial toilet. Staring once more into the comforting flames of the fire, Valerie found that she really didn't care. She was tired of hiding it. If her friend couldn't handle the truth, well then maybe their friendship was a mistake in the first place. "What's her name?" Robyn asked. "What?" Val asked, not actually hearing Robyn.

"I said, what's her name?" Robyn repeated. "Your girlfriend, or am I supposed to call her your lover?" "Whatever you're the most comfortable with." Valerie finally responded, surprised at her friend's calm reaction. "Her name is Beth Moskowitz." The name brought a sudden image of a tall dark eyed girl in Valerie's dorm. She had been introduced to her when she had gone up to State during spring break to take a look at the school. "I remember her." Robyn said. "She's very pretty." "Thanks." Val answered, unsure what else to say. "But it's already over between us. She wants someone who can be out in the open about our relationship. I'm not sure I'm ready for that." "I'm sorry." Robyn offered.

The emotion in her voice showing the sympathy was genuine. "You want to talk about it?" It had been a good long time since the two women had really sat down and had such an intimate conversation. It felt good to the both of them. Surprisingly neither of them felt tired anymore. "I should apologize for that nigger remark." Robyn said. "I should know better than that, but sometimes the prejudices you're surrounded with are hard to ignore." "Actually I'm pretty surprised the way you've taken this whole thing." Valerie said. "I almost expected you to call me a dyke." "I'm not that bad, am I?" asked Robyn. "I guess not." Val smiled. "True, lesbianism isn't really a subject that comes up a lot in my circle of friends, but I'm not totally ignorant." she went on. "I know there's a lot more to a woman's interest in other women than the idea that she simply can't get herself a man." Actually, that little tidbit was the core of most of her friends thinking on the subject. Dykes, as they preferred to call them, were ugly girls who couldn't get a man and so turned to each other. Inevitably, some of their late night chat sessions would turn to sex. Robyn had always found it laughable as to what was considered acceptable and not. It was always ok to talk about how you fucked your boyfriend or a new position you tried. In fact, she could recall a night that Betty Lieberman demonstrated on a banana the perfect blow-job. Yet there was another night that Sally Keller asked one of the other girls how best to masturbate and found herself shut out of the group. Evidently, that was too close to sexual contact between one girl and another.

"Was Beth a one time thing or are you defiantly into women now? asked Robyn. "I don't know." came Valerie's reply. "I still find guys attractive, but I'm also attracted to girls too. To be honest, I've been attracted to girls for a couple of years. This was just the first time I had the opportunity to do anything about it. If Beth hadn't been so open in her sexuality, I'd still be thinking about it." Robyn studied the face of her friend. The revelation that she had been attracted to girls for years sent her mind racing along a new track. It was almost a minute before she asked the question that repeated over and over in her head.

"Were you ever attracted to me?" Valerie waited almost twice as long before answering. Just saying the words seemed to take a great load off of her. "I've been in love with you since I was 14." Valerie said "Why didn't you ever say anything?" Robyn gushed. "What was I going to say?" Valerie asked "Do you think you could've handled it?" "Probably not." the long haired girl said after a moments reflection. "I'm not really sure how I'm handling it right now." "Do you want to let this drop and turn in?" Valerie asked as she looked at the clock.

"It's almost one - thirty." "No, I'm not tired." was Robyn's quick response. Robyn took a long hard look at her long time friend. Most of their life, they had been closer than sisters. Had one of them been born a man, they would've undoubtedly been lovers. Now that little hinge of fate seemed to have been removed. If that was what they both wanted. "What's it like?" Robyn asked. "Making love to another woman?" "I could say it was softer, gentler than being with a guy." Valerie began. "But I don't think that would really describe it. I really can't put it into words."

"I didn't think so." Robyn smiled. "Then I guess you'll just have to show me." "What...?" Valerie responded in disbelief. "Do you know what your saying?" "Maybe, maybe not...." Robyn grinned. "But I do know I love you too. This is about the only thing we haven't done together. I've always had a certain curiosity about it. That much I'm sure of." Valerie was taken a little aback, unsure what to make of what she was saying or what to do next. "Besides, I've gone to bed with guys for a lot less reasons." She laughed. Valerie knew that much was certainly true. Robyn leaned over and kissed Valerie. It wasn't the first kiss they had ever shared. There had always been the hello and good-bye as well as the holiday kisses. In addition, they had once practiced kissing one night back when they were 15 and they were just beginning to date guys. Robyn's first french kiss had been with Valerie.

But all of those had been mechanical. Technically correct but lacking the feeling that you put into kissing a lover. This kiss had that feeling. A second kiss followed and this time Valerie opened her mouth as she felt the soft pressure of her friend's tongue against it. Many nights over the years she had dreamed of this moment. More than a few times she had been in bed with Beth and she had imagined it had been Robyn instead. Now the unexpected reality of it all as their tongues met was enough for a sudden moisture to appear between her legs, and any sense of caution to be tossed to the wind. The night sky suddenly erupted with the most violent thunderflash yet, one so close that the boom of its fury followed before the light faded. The windows shook as the sky opened up once more. "Wow, that was some kiss!" Robyn exclaimed.

"I can't wait to see what the rest is like." Valerie merely grinned back, feeling a pleasing warmth filling her soul. Now it was Valerie's turn to initiate a kiss. As she pressed against the softness of her friend's lips, she reached up and caressed her breasts through the blue nightshirt. Her hand closed and cupped one breast, sending a soft sigh from Robyn's lips. "Let me take this off." Robyn said as she grabbed the bottoms of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Gazing with admiration as Robyn's pert breasts bounced free, Valerie found it funny that even though she was the one with all the experience in this sort of thing, it was her neophyte lover who seemed the more aggressive.

It was like the old saying that there was no one more passionate than a virgin who had decided to give up her virginity. "Now your turn." Robyn said as she tossed her nightshirt aside and gave a little tug on Valerie's. Robyn's eyes widened as the red shirt lifted and she looked down at Val's much more ample bust. She couldn't even begin to imagine how many times she had seen her girlfriend naked over the years, between sleepovers, school showers and such.

This time it was different. It was the first time she looked at her body with a sexual lust. The girl wondered if the warm flush she felt was the same thing a guy felt when he first saw those melon sized mounds. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Robyn immediately reached out and ran her hands across Val's breasts, rubbing her fingers against her wide dark aureoles. It sent an even more powerful rush through her body. She couldn't believe how warm her skin felt to the touch. It was as if she were running a fever. Valerie was indeed consumed with a fever, a heat that had simmered over the years. She reached over and cupped Robyn's breasts, lowering her head at the same time.

Passionately, she began to cover them with kisses before taking one of the nipples into her mouth. Her tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller girl. "Oh that feels nice." Robyn gushed as Val moved to her other breast, at the same time still caressing the first breast with her hand. Valerie's touch was so unlike that of Brian, her most recent lover. In fact she couldn't compare it to any of the men she'd be with. She only knew that it felt great. Valerie continued to suckle at Robyn's breasts as she reached down and rubbed her fingers against the long haired girl's wet panties.

Robyn responded by pushing down her panties, giving her friend greater access to her pussy. Her response to the invitation was first one finger, then a second, deep inside Robyn's love canal. It wasn't long before her ministrations brought forth a wet, sweet response that covered her fingers. Robyn now tried to duplicate Valerie's skill with her tongue as she lifted one large breast to her lips. Of course she didn't have Val's skill, but she had tried this on a boy or two. At least those who didn't freak at the idea. For some reason, guys seemed to associate having their nipples licked or someone playing with their ass with homosexual acts, even if it was done by a girl. Still, she put everything she had into it as Valerie gave her a reassuring moan.

Valerie's fingers continued to slide in and out of her as she moved to Val's left breast. After giving Robyn the time she needed to satisfy her mammary urges, Valerie guided her to the floor in front of the fire and spread her legs. Robyn knew what was coming next and smiled at her new lover in anticipation. The skillful tongue that had so caressed her breasts now began it's work on her sexuality. Robyn let out a loud cry of pleasure as she felt the slick appendage slide in and out of her. She reached down and put her hands on the back of Valerie's head, guiding her to her most sensitive spots. The clock on the wall ticked away as wave upon wave of delight spread out across her body. She closed her eyes and let herself become lost in the ecstasy. The soft cries that escaped her lips every now and then brought an increased desire to Valerie. Tonight was a hundred nights dreams become reality. The honey dew that covered her tongue was like nectar of the gods. She scooped it into her mouth eagerly. "I've got to try this!" Robyn exclaimed as she shifted her body until Valerie and her were in a sixty-nine position.

The scent of Valerie's womanhood filled Robyn nostrils, making her slightly lightheaded. She parted her friend's lips with her fingers and reached out for her first taste of another woman. It was, she decided, tantalizingly tangy. Closing her eyes, she relished the sensation, even as she reached out for more. More that Valerie was all too willing to give. The larger girl pressed her now pulsating mound deeper into her lover's face, even as she mashed her own mouth into Robyn's virgin pussy. She was driven by the idea that this would be her friend's first orgasm by another woman. A woman who had loved her for so long and had dreamed of this night. It soon became a game of dueling tongues as each tried to outdo the other. Valerie obviously had the experience, but Robyn was driven by an enthusiasm that just wouldn't quit. They rolled back and forth, their heads buried between each others legs.

Nothing else mattered except the climax that each was driving the other to. A thin film of sweat covered both girls as their hearts began to race. Never had either of them had ever felt so excited. Valerie felt that she should be crying out how much she loved Robyn, but she couldn't bear to tear herself away from the luscious banquet she was feasting on, even for a moment. Robyn, on the other hand, couldn't help but let out moan after moan as her lover's skillful tongue reached up and into the core of her sexuality. No guy had ever brought her to such an ecstatic state. Fast as the waves of passion were now ripping through her supple form, she knew she was on the verge of a memorable climax. So powerful were the ripples causing her flesh to quiver and quake, she was having a hard time trying to keep up with Valerie. She just couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. Finally, she just gave up and surrendered to the fire of Val's desire. Valerie felt the absence of her lover's tongue but she didn't mind it a bit. She was overjoyed to have had her try as hard as she did, it was more than she could've imagined. She slid a free hand down between her own legs and began massaging her saturated mound, taking up where Robyn left off. She was determined that they climax together, even if she had to bring the both of them off herself. It didn't take long at all. It was almost impossible to tell which of them exploded first. Valerie felt Robyn's body stiffen in her arms, then a loud gasp filled her lips.

A second later, she felt her own body erupt as well. At that moment, as if a sign from the heavens that they had fulfilled their destiny, the night sky erupted in a final flash of luminance, followed seconds later by a roaring thunderclap. A detonation so powerful it caused the walls of the cabin to shake as well. It was the last burst of a tempest which had finally blown itself out. Like the storm, both girls had expended the last of their energy in that final explosive moment. Robyn collapsed against Valerie, resting against her rapidly cooling flesh. Exhausted as well, Valerie gently stroked Robyn's hair. In a soft, weak, voice she spoke. "I love you, Robyn." Still catching her breath, Robyn couldn't summon up the strength to answer. Instead she leaned over and kissed Valerie's breast. The meaning of the non-verbal message was all too clear. It was impossible for either girl to tell how long they just laid there.

Neither was aware of anything but the beating of their own hearts and the cloud of euphoria they found themselves floating in. Occasionally, one would stroke or gently kiss the other. Gently, the excitement of the night, coupled with the cool breeze that had come up in the wake of the storm, lured both of them into a dream filled slumber. There, the image of their love was replayed again and again. Sunlight had long filled the cabin as the two girls slept on. Still naked, they had become entwined during the night. It was only when the sound of a car coming up the driveway filled the room that Robyn's eyes slowly opened. She smiled as she felt the warmth of Valerie's skin against her cheek. Her lover's breasts had served as her pillow. The new sound of a car door slamming and voices outside caused her eyes to now rapidly open and she jerked her head upward. "Easy, Bobby," said the woman's voice from outside the window. "The doctor said you have to take it easy on that ankle." "Oh shit!" Robyn reacted to Mrs. Carter's voice as she began to shake her friend awake. "Just five more minutes."

Valerie said in response to her girlfriend's shaking. "Val, your mothers back." Robyn said softly. "And we're naked." "Oh shit!" Valerie said as she repeated Robyn's reaction. Both girls scrambled for their nightshirts and quickly pulled them on. There was no time for anything else as they heard the front door opening. "Honey, we're home." Mae Carter called out as she stepped inside. The tall woman paused as she saw the two nightshirt clad girls. She was surprised to find them still not dressed at ten thirty. "Hi mom." Valerie said. "Hi indeed." Mae said. "I would've expected the two of you would've been up hours ago." "Well we kind of stood up pretty late last night." Valerie explained.

"The storm and all...." "And we got to talking," Robyn cut in. "Catching up a little." "I see." Mae commented. "Hey mom," Bobby called out from behind her. Mae turned around and saw what Bobby had found. There, spread out on the floor, were three empty bottles of wine. As well as two glasses still half full. "The storm huh." Mae said as she gave the girls a hard stare. "Well...." Valerie replied, the ambiguity in her voice telling Mae that she knew they had been busted. "It's my fault, Mrs. Carter." Robyn interjected. "I opened the wine. I was a little scared of the storm." Mae though about it for a minute. Her expression remained stern. Then, it slowly began to soften. "Well it was a bad storm." She began. "And as long as you both understand that alcohol should never be used as a crutch." "Yes, mother." Valerie quickly said. "You don't have to worry about that, Mrs. Carter." added Robyn. "I'm positive that we'll never need alcohol again to get us through the night. Not as long as we have each other to depend on." "Good, now get some clothes on." Mae smiled. "I've got a car full of groceries out there. I'll start breakfast while you unload them." Her attention already on the kitchen and the mess she would probably find there as well, Mae missed the smiles and meaningful looks the two girls silently exchanged. Yet even had she noticed them, there wasn't a chance in the world she would ever guess the meaning behind them. Or ever understand how their relationship had changed - on a dark and stormy night.

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Chocolate Dreams

Getting into her car, Vivienne Wu angrily slammed the door of her sleek black convertible. She was a vision of glittering diamond necklace and bracelet, lustrous upswept hair, and perfect ivory complexion, decked out in black stiletto heels and black silk stockings.

All day spent at the spa, hours with her hair and meticulous makeup for her husband's birthday dinner tonight, all for nothing. When she'd telephoned his office to confirm his early arrival, he'd been apologetic and said he'd have to have a business dinner tonight instead. Dinner would be ruined. Furious words had ensued, and she'd icily wished him good luck on finding her at home when he eventually returned.

As she roared out of the carport, Vivienne dialed Rebecca, her best friend and confidante. Another "trophy" wife, Rebecca Sommersby had been Vivienne's oldest friend since she'd emigrated to America. Driving aimlessly through the small suburb of Willow Lake, Vivienne fumed into the telephone. Rebecca was sympathetic. "Twenty years, and he does this to me! I've been a good mother, a good wife, and this is how he appreciates me?" the beautiful Chinese woman asked rhetorically.

"Viv, don't go there. You know Colin loves you. He's probably working on another big merger. You've got a hard-working man, that's all. These things happen. You know, Jack hasn't been home for supper in weeks."

She was silent. Colin Wu was a wonderful husband, a marvelous father to their daughter and well regarded in their little town. "Darling, why don't you just give him a raincheck?" Vivienne slowed her car as she entered the little town. "Rebecca, you're right. I suppose I was just disappointed. Let me! ring Colin straight away and make it up to him."

"Honey, maybe you're disappointed because you were looking for a little something in return after supper," Rebecca thought to herself.

The office telephone rang until Heather, Colin's secretary, answered. "Heather, it's Mrs. Wu. Please take a message for Colin that I'm sorry about dinner tonight, and..." Vivienne's eye was caught by the vivid neon sign of the store before her, fairly shouting "Chocolate Dreams" in bold lavender and pink. "Tell him I'll have a surprise for him when he gets home!" the thirty-nine year old woman said impulsively.

Inside the ice-cream parlor Chocolate Dreams, pretty Anna Cathcart was vaguely disquieted. As Vivienne Wu was ivory and ebony, the perky blonde was a wholesome peaches and cream, set off by a glowing golden tan. Her only concession to makeup was her bright pink lipstick. The young coed had been thinking about a recent incident that both frightened and excited, something that spoke volumes about who she was and where she was going in life.

She'd found herself in the school library. She didn't need books, or research, or to borrow anything. Anna was there because of Miss Flynn the librarian. Willow Lake rumor had it that Miss Flynn was gay, and out of curiosity Anna was determined to find out.

When she'd found the tall, busty redhead alone in the back of the periodicals section, Anna posed her question by standing on tiptoes and simply kissing her full on her luscious mouth. The surprised librarian had been taken aback at first, then responded eagerly. She'd asked if Anna was sure about this. Anna had nodded vigorously. They'd had supper together in her apartment (the first time Anna had lobster). That night Miss Flynn had become "Jessica" and Anna had lost her virginity.

Anna was tingling with the memory of their hour of tender lovemaking, and musing about other possibilities when the doorchime rang musically, announcing a customer. She was surprised to see Mrs. Wu enter, dressed to the nines. She had been friends with Karen, Mrs. Wu's daughter, who was away at State College.

"Hello, Anna," Mrs. Wu exclaimed. "We've not seen you in a long time!"

"Hi, Mrs. Wu," Anna replied. "Yes, it's been a while." Impossible thoughts began forming in the nineteen year-old's mind. She was fascinated by the older woman's ravishing appearance. What was the occasion, some kind of party? Anna toyed with her pony tail distractedly.

"Well, we should have you over soon." Vivienne removed her gloves. The light caught the polish of her fingernails, and glinted from her diamond engagement ring and platinum wedding band. "Can you please help me?"

Anna wickedly thought about helping herself to the exotic Asian beauty. Jessica had opened her eyes to a world of possibilities, but how would she ever manage to reach Mrs. Wu?

"Sure, Mrs. Wu. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like a birthday cake, a special cake."

"No problem, Mrs. Wu. Oh, look at the time. I'll tell you what, do you mind if I just flip over the 'Closed' sign and turn off the front lights?" The teenager had contrived a definite plan.

"Oh, please go right ahead, Anna." Vivienne moved to inspect the freezer case, smoothing her black silk dress.

"Be right back, Mrs. Wu" the blonde dashed out to turn over the sign and flick off the lights.

"What will it be, Mrs. Wu?" she asked as she returned.

"So many choices! I think I'll have this "Rocky Road and Vanilla" cake with the chocolate icing, Anna." It was a sumptuous symphony of dark chocolate frosting, piled high with whipped cream.

"Cool choice, Mrs. Wu! That's my favorite, too."

"Really?" the unsuspecting housewife asked. The blonde nodded.

"Shall I make it 'Happy Birthday' for Mr. Wu?" she asked innocently. Her hear thudded in her chest with the audacity of her bold plan. Would it work?

"Yes, please Anna." Vivienne fished a twenty dollar bill from her purse.

"Sure thing," the girl fumbled with the cover. This would be tricky.

"Here you go," she said as she raised the package over the counter. Vivienne's outstretched arms went to meet the package. She couldn't have known Anna would give the box a little toss, nor that the lid would flop wide open. Cake, inscription and all, sailed straight into the woman's generous chest. It made a spectacular impact, as the Chinese woman shrieked in surprise.

"Ohmigosh!" exclaimed Anna, running out from behind the counter. "Here, let me get you cleaned up, I am sooo sorry," she chattered as she dabbed at Vivienne's ample front with a towel.

"That's all right, dear," the surprised Vivienne responded, "accidents will happen."

Anna babbled as she wiped chocolate from the front of the expensive dress, "Oh, no! Your beautiful dress is ruined and it's all my fault, I'm so sorry, Mrs. Wu!" As she had hoped, the sudden surprise and the cold ice-cream had their expected effect on Mrs. Wu's nipples. She could feel their hardness through the lacy brassiere. She couldn't believe her own daring.

Vivienne couldn't help but notice the younger girl's attentions. Whatever was Anna doing? It felt good, whatever the girl was up to. She suddenly realized, as had Rebecca much earlier, the reason for her anger with Colin. She'd simply been horny beyond belief!

"Oh, Mrs. Wu, what can I ever do to make up for this?" Anna wailed, looking deep into the older woman's eyes. Vivienne suddenly understood the younger girl's meaning. Well, she thought, I certainly have nothing better to do tonight...

"Nonsense, Anna," the Chinese woman reassured the girl. "Think nothing of it."

"But Mrs. Wu," Anna persisted, still rubbing her breasts, "I feel so upset."

Vivienne decided to see where this would lead. "Well, Anna, you're doing fine so far." The pretty young blonde continued her ministrations to that marvelous chest. The headiness of the older woman's perfume was intoxicating.

"Do you really think so, Mrs. Wu?" she asked coyly. By way of answer, the older woman brought her lips to the youngster's mouth and kissed her deeply, even as the girl kneaded her tits. Eyes closed, they embraced warmly, smearing the cake's frosting into each other's clothing.

"Oh, yes, Anna," she breathed. "And it's 'Vivienne'."

Fireworks exploded in Anna's head as they broke their kiss. She was under the dress now, directly fondling the older woman's fine breasts with her sticky hands, exposing their pale perfection. Tiny pink nipples stood out turgidly, proof of the Chinese woman's obvious excitement. Her bare shoulders were all gooseflesh, Anna noted with satisfaction. Vivienne's skin was radiant, like pearls.

"All right, 'Vivienne', let's see what else I can do," Anna whispered, dropping to her knees before her friend's mother. A soft moan escaped Vivienne's lips as Anna knelt before her sex. Tender hands clutched her behind as the blonde buried her face in the front of her dress. Vivienne leaned against the counter for support, breathing rapidly.

As Vivienne moved backward, Anna went to flick off the light, plunging the store into utter darkness. Returning to the counter, the panting teenager hitched the black dress up over the older woman's hips, marvelling at the fineness of the material. She guided Vivienne's legs together, so she could slip her panties down and off. Then she turned her attention to Vivienne's sopping pussy. She carefully slid a questing finger into the velvety folds before her. The teenager's hot breath felt sensational on the Chinese woman's bare bottom.

"Oh, Anna," Vivienne groaned, holding the blonde head to her bottom. In reply, the girl lavished attention on the Chinese woman's proud clit. Her tongue stroked and prodded and caressed and played, as Jessica had taught her just a few nights earlier. She was gratified to feel the older woman's hips bucking in response. Vivienne's hot, overflowing sex clamped tightly around the teenager's exploring finger, making a moistly sucking sound. It felt so wonderful. Just then, the doormat chime rang its musical tone.

The two lovers froze, their hearts sinking.

"I can't believe I forgot to lock the door," Anna thought in panic.

Deputy Pat Smythe had been doing rounds in the quiet town for an hour when she'd noticed the BMW was still outside the darkened store. Nearing the end of the evening shift (it was such a small town that there was no "graveyard shift"), she had been prepared to go straight home as usual when she'd spotted the Wu's sportscar in front of the tony establishment. Following procedure, she'd tried the door and to her surprise, it opened.

As she moved into the darkness, she sensed the sudden movement in the back. She instinctively reached for her sidearm as she shone her flashlight toward the huddled pair in the rear of the store. Pat nearly dropped the flashlight when she saw who it was, and what they'd been doing. Despite herself, the beautiful auburn-haired officer smiled in the dim light.

"Ladies," Pat managed, after she regained her composure, "I think we can work out a way I can keep this out of tonight's blotter." The twenty eight year old deputy had been a confirmed bisexual since being seduced by the town's buxom librarian last year. A striking five-eight, she bore the graceful build of a competitive athlete.

"Yes, Officer," Anna and Vivienne chorused guiltily.

"Fine," the attractive deputy replied. She unbuckled her belt.

"First things first, you go and lock up that front door, Missy," she directed Anna. The blonde sat up in sudden surprise, then eagerly scurried to comply.

"Miz Wu, I'll need to take your statement in the back room. And bring that radio along with you. If you'd join us young lady?" Pat continued as she unbuttoned her uniform. She slowly undressed as she walked along. The two women gaped as her uniform blouse fell to the floor, followed by her pants.

When she reached the counter, her brassiere floated down exposing a magnificent pair of tanned tits. She was candy-colored all over, with wide aureoles the size of quarters. There were no tan lines. As the trio entered the back room, her damp panties were the last to go. Her bush was neatly trimmed into a rectangular pattern.

"Leave those fine things on," she huskily directed the surprised Chinese woman, who had begun to unzip her dress. "You, I want to see naked," she said to Anna. The coed quickly did as she was told. She pulled her tee shirt over her head, unclasped her brassiere and slipped off her jeans and pasnties as quickly as she could. Deputy Smythe appreciatively took in the sight of the silken skin, with the pale outline of a thong bikini complementing the golden tan. She murmured her satisfaction.

"Now, let Deputy Pat show you the error of your ways, ladies." The tall auburn-haired athletic beauty plugged in the bright yellow portable stereo and turned it on. A snappy technobeat number came on, with an insistent backbeat.

"Anything you say, Officer," Vivienne answered, as in a dream. Was this really happening to her?

"Now, Missy, I want you to lay some garbage bags on the floor there in front of the locker." Pat told Anna, one hand tweaking her left nipple until it was rock-hard, the other working busily between her legs. Her foot rested on a nearby folding chair, exposing her steaming pink sex for her audience to appreciate.

"You, there, Miz Wu, I want you to open up that jug of chocolate sauce and that jar of cherries there, hop to it!" The two busied themselves while the deputy masturbated herself to arousal. When they were done, Pat nodded her approval.

"Now, Anna, I want you on all fours on those garbage bags. Viv, you straddle her backside." They did as instructed.

"Viv, hike up your dress so's that nice wet pussy can rub up on that young ass. That's it, ride that sweet young thing. Get it going good, now." The Chinese woman obeyed, hands instinctively going to her own breasts as she sat astride the girl. The silken dress, smeared with frosting and ice-cream, slipped off her shoulders and tits, exposing her distended nipples. She pulled and twisted and teased them to even more hardness. Anna began to moan softly, one hand fingering her pert young breasts. She felt her arousal building in her fiery pussy.

"That's it. Viv, bend down on her back. Put your left hand on Missy's sweet tits. I want you to rub her pussy with your right. You right handed? That's fine." Vivienne couldn't believe the sensation. Her blood-engorged nipples felt as though they must burst, they were so hard. Her head swam as her breasts rubbed against the silken skin of the teenager's back. She scarcely knew what she was doing as the fingers of her left hand deftly tweaked the stiffening nipple of Anna's left breast, while her right hand stroked her sexy wetness. Anna felt the familiar stirrings of orgasm mounting deep within her loins, while her tits burned with desire. She inhaled sharply through clenched teeth under the older woman's weight. The slipperiness of the sticky dress aroused her strangely.

Anna's right fingers roamed with a life of their own, alternating between her own breast and the back of Vivienne's talented hand.

"You're doin' fine, gals," the deputy continued. "Taste your fingers, now, Viv." The Chinese woman's eyes involuntarily rolled back as she licked the girl's savory juices from her hand. Anna's cunt began to spasm as she felt the older woman's tits stabbing her back, while her wet pussy sloppily rubbed her ass. She moaned again, involuntary noises coming from deep in her throat. "Kiss her, Viv. What are you waiting for, girl?" Pat said in mock impatience. Vivienne hungrily searched for the younger girl's mouth. Impulsively, she thrust her hot tongue into an ear. With a little cry, Anna's lithe body jerked convulsively as she climaxed once, then twice. Vivienne continued rubbing herself against the younger woman's body, cooing softly to Anna. She, too, felt the stirrings in her own pussy.

"All right, lesson two." Pat said crisply. "Missy, you're in that chair over there. Viv, on your back. That's it, prop yourself up on your elbows, just like that. Missy, I'm sure you'll find something to do while you're watchin'," she continued ironically.

The dazed Chinese woman lay on her back, wondering what was to come. The deputy, now thoroughly wet, straddled Vivienne's face, who greedily buried her tongue in the auburn bush without waiting for instructions, lapping eagerly at the drooling pussy before her. Pat gasped with delight. Without a word, Vivienne licked and lapped at the sloppy cunt, while Anna idly cupped her breasts with both hands. The two older women drank in the sight of the young blonde playing with her beautiful young body, as she took in the sensuous scene before her.

Watching and being watched, the young girl was certainly getting more than she'd bargained for that night!

From her awkward squat (which lewdness excited Anna all the more from her vantage point), Pat moved off the Chinese woman's face. "Wait, I'm not finished," the Asian began. "Hush up, honey; nobody says you are." Pat snapped in feigned severity. "Sweetie, get that chocolate sauce over here," the beautiful deputy ordered as she laid down facing Vivienne. Anna handed the container to Pat. She had both hands rubbing her soaking wet pussy, as she stared openly at the glorious spectacle before her.

"Watch and learn, darlin'," Pat said, pouring the sticky liquid over her crotch and Vivienne's. She set the plastic jug down and dipped both hands into the chocolate. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her hands over the recumbent woman's silk-shrouded body, covering it in chocolate. Vivienne trembled with excitement. Her eyes sought the deputy's green ones, wide with wonder. When their bodies were both covered with the sauce, Pat moved her groin up against Vivienne's. They clasped hands and ground their sexes together, slowly at first, then more and more rapidly.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. You feel that, Sugar? You feel that?" Pat grunted as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. "Oh, shit, yeah, that's it. Give it to me, you cunt. You're a slut, ain'tcha? You're my little whore, aren't you? Say it! Say it, you little bitch!" Pat clamped her thighs together tightly, making the chocolate squish and pop with the movement.

Anna was in heaven. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she unconsciously chanted to herself, diddling her clit and squeezing one breast in time to the pulsing music. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably. Was this really happening to her?

Vivienne couldn't believe her ears as she heard herself respond. "Uh! Unh! Unhh! Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Pat, yes! Yes, yes! I'm your little bitch, I'm your whore! Oh, God, I'm cumming! I'm cuuuuuuuming! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhh!" Both pairs of hips thrust into the air simultaneously. In unison, their thighs left the ground as explosive climaxes reached them at the same instant. The two of them came together, shuddering with ecstasy as girlcum mingled with the chocolate sauce. Waves of pleasure washed over them for what seemed like an eternity.

Pat spoke after catching her breath. "Now, baby, bring them cherries over here. No, don't git up, Viv; we still ain't done yet, you hot momma." She husked, one hand stroking the Asian beauty's hair. Anna rushed to obey.

"Okay Missy, I want you to slip some of those in here," Pat indicated Vivienne's pussy, "here," her puckered asshole, "and here," her mouth. Anna did, silently. Vivienne held the young girl's eyes with her own in wanton lust as the pretty blonde complied. She clamped her rosebud lips over the teenager's fingers as they left her pouting mouth. Anna noticed with excitement that their hot kiss had smeared the older woman's coral-hued lipstick. She only hoped that her own face looked as hot!

"Now me," smiled Pat seductively. The cherries slipped in with a satisfying series of "slurps" that aroused the young girl still more. She squirmed again.

"Your turn to get dirty, Girlie," said Pat around a mouthful of cherry. "C'mere!" She held out her open arms. With a squeal, Anna dropped into the beautiful policewoman's muscular embrace. As they caressed, she was thrilled to feel the stickiness against her body. Vivienne moved to rub her still-clothed body against Anna's back. The sensation was indescribable. They kissed one another in turn, sticky-sweet cherry juice and chocolate and cum anointing faces, hair and clothing. All three were moaning passionately, writhing and rubbing each other with reckless abandon. Gasping for breath, Vivienne broke her embrace to kneel before Anna. She took the teenager's right nipple into her mouth and sucked for all she was worth. Anna felt cherry meat and chocolate sauce on her breast, and clenched her pussy reflexively.

She gasped as Vivienne playfully nipped her nipple. Shifting, Pat lay before Anna's kneeling form. She shoved the blonde's thighs apart impatiently, and transferred the cherries one by one from her own pussy into Anna's. The young girl couldn't believe her eyes. She threw her head back while Pat worked the cherries in there, while the older woman's expert tongue played arpeggios on her throbbing clit. Now it was Vivienne's turn to pleasure herself with her free hand while these two beautiful women performed before her eyes, her mouth full of teenaged tit.

"Ready, girls?" Pat breathed. The two women ignored her, moaning as Vivienne took as much of the blonde's breast into her mouth as she could, while she fingered her own dripping snatch. Anna's breath came in short, ragged gasps as she diddled her own clit with one hand and massaged her free breast with the other.

"Now, Missy, you're really gonna see something!" Pat exclaimed. As she spoke, she began pulling the cherries from the teenager's quivering cunt, one after another. Anna nearly fainted from the sensation and the sight of Pat greedily devouring each cum-drenched cherry in turn. As each cherry emerged, she felt her orgasm building until finally, unbelievably, she came all over Pat's eager hand. Sticky cherry juice mixed with girlcum ran down Pat's chin. Panting for breath, the exhausted teenager collapsed backwards. As she did, Pat directed Vivienne to mount the young blonde's face, so she could return the favor. Pat took the opportunity to French-kiss the beautiful Asian, again smearing sticky juices over Vivienne's flushed face. She straddled the waiting girl, who prodded and probed with her hot tongue until she located those warm cherries. The Chinese woman moaned as each succulent globe left her pulsing sex. Just as she felt she could stand no more, she sensed Pat moving to her rear. Dear Lord, what on earth was she doing?

The policewoman performed the same operation on her asshole! She could contain herself no longer. Pat was moaning, frigging herself with her free hand while exploring Vivienne's sensitive rectum. Anna contented herself by doing the same. The three of them came once more, shuddering to climax.

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