Yolanda

I met her at the park. She was sitting alone on a park bench eating cotton candy. I recall wishing that I had brought a sketch pad along to capture the moment. All of the noise and excitement faded in her glow. The clowns, the midgets, and the loud, laughing children seemed to disappear as I got lost in her beauty. I eased my way over closer through the crowd to get a better look. We made eye contact and she smiled shyly.

The cotton shirt she wore tried to conceal her perfect breasts. My imagination was much too good to leave anything about her physique hidden. Her bra pushed her mounds up to form a deep, enchanting valley on her chest. She looked away as if she knew what I was thinking and turned back in my direction and spoke. " I'm Yolanda" she said in a thick, seductive accent. Her hair was light brown and curly...A great compliment to her adorable smile.

Her features were distinguished. I instantly wanted to take her face in my hands and kiss her lightly. I imagined that her aroma would be similar to that of the cotton candy that she playfully bit at. I introduced myself and told her how fortunate I felt to make her acquaintance. She asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I knew she was referring to the attractions in the park, but several erotic positions came to my mind at her question. She jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand in hers. The heat instantly sent a tingle across my stomach...into my soul. On that note, we started running through the crowd.

People of all shapes and ages rushed by me like a dream. I felt like I was 5 years old again. The smell of popcorn and fries passed under my nose as we skipped into line for the merry go round. We stepped up on the platform and she climbed high on a horse. I took the horse lower than hers. I sighed at her beauty. The ride had very recently been painted and the color so vivid. The image of her there high above me on her horse...with red flowing tassels will forever remain fresh in my memory. She licked her lips seductively as our stallions began moving up and down. She turned their innocent motion into an erotic event. The music started and the smile on my face was huge. She arched her back and slid up and back on the saddle. The hair on my neck sprung up as she moved one hand to her inner thigh. I'm sure I looked like a kid standing at the foot of a candy castle...Eyes wide open with a twinkle...licking my lips. She stood up in the stirrups and I had an awesome view of this goddess.

Her ass was very firm in her Levi's, and her shirt raised up to reveal the small of her tanned back. I imagined my hands wrapped around her waist pulling her naked bosom close to mine...my tongue licking a line down the contour of her spine. We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing, hand feeding each other Fair food, and disclosing life's secrets. When the voice came over the intercom to announce that the park would be closing in 15 minutes, my heart skipped a beat wondering what our departure would bring. We decided to leave my car and take hers.

She had a nice red convertible Porsche. I opened her door for her and she brought her lips within an inch of mine. "I'm not that easy" she joked and licked my nose. I joined her in the car and we headed south on 95 for the beach. The top was down and "Hotel California" was blaring on the radio. I reached over and took her hand in mine. My fingers locked into hers and again I felt a surge of electricity travel the length of my body. She pulled up at the public access entrance and cut off the ignition...ease off her seat belt, tossed her leg over and straddled me. Her hair hung down tickling my face and her eyes sparkled from the glow of the streetlight.

Her lips pressed together and her tongue gently dipped in to find mine. Our kiss was so hot that it could melt icicles in a blizzard. When her tongue slipped across mine, I felt my crotch become engorged with love potion. I asked myself what I had ever done to deserve this...I had searched so long for someone to make me feel this way, and when I least expected it...she appeared in the midst of thousands of people on a park bench. We kissed for what seemed like hours. I opened the door and lifted her small frame out onto the sand. Without a word she grabbed a blanket out of the trunk and led my by the hand down to the beach.

The sand was warm on my bare feet, but not half as warm as the storm brewing down below. I pulled myself back to reality because I wanted to remember every second of the actions that were about to take place. I could hear the surf lapping at the shoreline just ahead of us in the distant. The moon was very bright, and I was thankful for that as she started to undress. She told me to sit on the blanket, and I obeyed. She stood before me with the ocean and the moon as her backdrop, and undressed completely. Her body was much more beautiful and curvy than I could have ever imagined. I watched in awe as her nipples grew hard in the salty breeze. The patch between her thighs was trimmed very close. I could see the area glisten in the night, and I longed to taste her.

She approached me, got on her knees in front of me, and delivered another mind blowing kiss. My body trembled at her touch. "I want to undress you" she whispered softly into my ear. Her words traveled deep inside and rounded up every nerve...every emotion I had, and made them her own. I fell captive. She took me by the hand and pulled me up into a standing position. She started loosening my blouse and with every button she released, her tongue followed on my skin. She slipped my shirt off and through it rodeo style to the blanket. I giggled at her humor, but my teeth were clinched in anticipation...Nibbling gently through my bra, my nipples stung as the rose to attention.

With one hand she unlatched my bra and my breasts sprung out into view. Licking so soft, and passionate, she circled each tip. I felt the ache rush to my throbbing clitoris, and I burned with raw need for her. She put her teeth on the button of my shorts, while looking up at me so naughty. As she popped the button free, every nerve in my body responded. My shaved mound was revealed as my shorts fell to the sand around my ankles. She knelt before me again brushing her face against me...then biting at my outer lips. More blood rushed to my already swollen clit. I couldn't take much more.

Her tongue was very directional as it slid inside. She grabbed my cheeks...drawing me in...pushing me harder against her mouth. "Lie down on your back, she beckoned...I want full access." She pushed my legs wide apart and sucked all of me fully inside her lips. I almost came right then. I felt her slide a finger in and out gently as she tongued the full length of my soaked crevice...my inner muscles grasping tight at them. The sound of the waves crashing on the sand...the sight of her beautiful face down on me...her tongue and fingers exploring was all I could take. Waves of thunderous orgasms took control of my body. Where one left off another one much stronger took it's place. I was deemed powerless for what seemed like an eternity. I lost track at 4...sometime after that my body jerked one last time and fell limp. I had just received the best orgasms that I had in 33 years from someone that I had only known for a couple of hours.

She crawled on top of me. Her body shadowing mine. My stomach still contracted as she kissed along my neck. I could taste myself on her lips as she passed over me. I caught my breath, smiled and pushed her hair back. "My turn" I grinned out. I positioned her over me in a squatting manner. She was so drenched for me. I held on to the firm muscles in her thighs as she lowered herself onto my mouth. I licked at every drop making sure not to waste her offerings. Her clit was much like a marble...I knew she needed to be relieved. Her moans crept out and fell down on me as I plunged my long tongue inside her steaming tunnel. I looked up and her head was tossed back...she was biting her lower lip. Her full weight came down in my hands as I lifted her and lowered her against me. We moved together like a fine tuned machine. My tongue moved in and out like a piston.

My face was fully submerged and she began grinding down hard against me. My hands gripped tighter as we moved in perfect motion. Her womanhood was swiping all across my nose and lips. I felt the pulsation of her orgasm on my tongue. Another one came...and another one...she rode until she couldn't ride anymore and she pushed against my forehead with her hands. She collapsed beside me. I wrapped my arms around her very tight...Our hearts beating like they were about to burst. The stars were our only witness. I knew that night that this was the beginning of an awesome bond.

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Judy finds her Ms. Right

Judy spent the whole morning showering, shaving and pumicing herself as she "prepared" herself to meet Sandra that evening. Judy was happy, excited and terrified at the same time. She was happy because she had met Sandra, a sensual lesbian woman who managed to give new meaning to her life.

Few weeks back she was a depressed divorcee teetering on a nervous breakdown when her husband of fifteen years dumped her for a twenty three year old bimbo. Judy was excited because that night she was going out with Sandra and most definitely would end up in bed with her. She was terrified because she didn't know what to expect. This was the first time she was being courted by a woman lover. She wanted to be seduced by Sandra she was prepared to do anything to make that happen. She had this very same feeling nervousness and fear mixed with the thrill being courted and seduced just before her high school prom night. Being one of the prettiest in her class was invited by the hottest hunk in the high school and hence the sense of deja vu.

She knew exactly what a guy wanted but was clueless as to what a woman would look for in a another woman in a sexual relationship. Knowing that it would be very different with Sandra and she didn't want to do anything put off this lovely woman. Sandra was a gorgeous woman and had many admirers in the local lesbian community. So she worried the whole week about what dress to wear, what makeup, what jewelry, what would she like?, what would excite her? What would put her off? These were questions she didn't have answers for.

It was so easy with the guys, especially if you are good looking and Judy was. If you are really good looking the guys will court you, and parade you around, bragging about their latest acquisition. You'll get royal treatment at least until they hookup with somebody prettier or sexier. If you are not that pretty you'll have to play easy to get and almost always get fucked and forgotten. Most of the time it's not even sex, its only he masturbating inside your pussy. They don't care what you want in a relationship nor your likes and dislikes. Guys only want you to be ready to drop your clothes for them whenever they have an erect cock.

It was Saturday morning and still she hadn't made-up her mind. The most difficult decision was to decide what to wear underneath. She will be undressing for a woman for the first time in her life.

At 11.00 AM she decides to call Carren her adviser and comforter in chief since her divorce. It was Carren who persuaded Judy to seek a lesbian relationship as a way get her out of a steadily deteriorating situation. Judy hated men and she was making friends with the bottle. As an ex-alcoholic, Carren knew where Judy was heading if some thing wasn't done soon. Carren had been in the same path after loosing her husband to a richer woman. That was before she found love and happiness in the arms of Michelle, a nurse she met at the local chapter of alcoholics anonymous.

It was Michelle who introduced Sandra to Judy. Once Carren & Michelle were sure that Sandra & Judy liked each other, they organized many "events" to which both of them were invited. They carefully plotted to leave the two undisturbed as soon as the lasses got a conversation going.

Once such plot resulted in their first kiss. It happened at the lez bar where Carren & Michelle frequently organized their "events". Carren and Michelle gave a lift to Judy to the bar but slipped out without taking her, conveniently allowing Sandra to give a lift to Judy. They touched, cuddled and held hands throughout the night. Once Sandra discovered that Judy's friends have deserted her, she offered to rescue Judy from her plight like the proverbial white knight. Sandra's reward was a kiss which, led to many kisses which eventually led to the long, wet, french kiss in the parking lot. Sandra wasn't in a hurry. She wanted to seduce this good looking "virgin to lez" woman without letting her realize that she is being seduced.

They caught a cab and Judy was in Sandra's arms as the bored and sleepy cabby drove them home. She slowly caressed Judy's breasts making her sink further in to Sandra's arms. Sandra's right hand was entwined with Judy's right hand. As the cab eased to the curbside near Judy's home Sandra held Judy's hand and whispered "Would you go out with me next week? Just you and me alone? I promise that it will be some thing special"

Judy's life has been turned upside down since that night. She made that long neglected trip to the beautician, put new batteries to her vibrator, bought sexy lingerie, rented X-rated lesbian video tapes and masturbated watching the tapes and thinking of Sandra.

She dialed Carrens number and the line connected to the other end at Carren's home and the phone rang for a few minutes before the sleepy voice of Michelle came through. "Hi Michelle, is Carren in?" "Mornin' Judy what time is it?" Michelle mumbled sleepily " Its 11 in the morning. You girls still in bed??" "Oh last night was heavy hon, Carren was worse than a bull moose in heat" Michelle giggled. "Don't listen to her Judy sweetie, what's up?, U ready for the big night??" "I don't know Carren I'm not sure of anything how should I look, what should I wear? I haven't got a clue" "Like I said baby, wear something sexy outside as well as inside, wear light makeup, light hair do and a mild perfume" Michelle who was also listening added "Don't panic honey, be calm, have some wine before you go, let it happen and enjoy the ride"

The call to Carren wasn't much help, but at least it convinced her to dress conservatively. She selected a dark blue dress and on black lace undies to cover her essentials until Sandra would unwrap them and prayed that she liked the warpping.

Judy was checking herself in the mirror for the hundredth time when she heard Sandra's car honking off her driveway. Judy shut her front door and walked to the waiting car trying to look as normal and casual as possible. Sandra had her interior light on, probably to reassure Judy.

"Hi Judy" Sandra said cheerfully as Judy slid into the front seat and clanked the door shut. "Hi Sandra" Judy managed to blurt out as Sandra reached up to the interior light. "MMMMMMMMmm You look gorgeous in that dress" Sandra said as she killed the light. Sandra moved her face towards Judy's and Judy moved impulsively until their lips touched. Judy felt Sandra's warm lips wrap around her upper lip. Judy couldn't move as she experienced a strange feeling of joy mixed with fear and anticipation engulfing her body. She felt the heat building up between her legs as Sandra's left hand slowly moved over her breasts. Their bliss was broken by the high beamed headlamps of a passing car. Sandra started the car and eased on to the road.

Sandra had chosen quiet, gay-friendly restaurant close to the beachfront. The wine was great and food was nice and they chatted for a long time learning more and more about each other. By the time they were ready to leave, Judy was in love with Sandra, and her choice of wine helped Judy to fight off the butterflies in her tummy.

They walked on the beach hand in hand. Sandra led Judy to a secluded area and picked up from where they left outside Judy's home. Judy overcame her shyness and kisses became passionate as they explored and savored each others mouths. Judy was fondling Sandra's ripe bosom when she felt Sandra's slender hands lifting her skirt and snaking towards her soaked love nest.

She moaned softly as Sandra's middle finger parted the moist lips and entered her vagina. Judy cradled her head on Sandra's left shoulder and kept massaging Sandra's breasts with her right hand as her ladylove played with her pussy moving in and out.

Sandra took her hand out of Judy's pussy and started tracing her face and lips "Would you come home with me baby? Do you want me to take you?" Sandra purred to Judy's ear as her tongue traced inside her ear. "Oh yess I want you to take me" Judy moaned as she sucked Sandra's middle finger laced with her own secretions.

The wine and heat made Judy giddy but Sandra held her close as they walked to the car. Judy really didn't remember how she came to Sandra's house nor she cared about it. All she wanted was to make love to this sweet woman who has been a better lover than any man she has ever met.

Sandra led Judy into her house. She led her to a large sofa. "Make yourself comfortable honey, Ill be back in a minute with something to drink" Sandra said as she disappeared towards the back of the house. "Do you want some wine honey? Or how about a soda?" "Wine would be nice" Judy said looking around. What she saw is a neatly kept place with everything in its place. "I received a nice bottle of champagne as a gift from a friend, I was waiting for a special occasion to open it. Can't think of better occasion than this" Sandra smiled sweetly as she slid in beside Judy with two full glasses. The comfy sofa sank in with Sandra's weight.

They drank quietly gazing at one another, bodies longing for embrace. Sandra made the first move. She moved a hand along the smooth thighs of her lover. Judy closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Sandra's slender fingers traced along the edges of her panty and teased her pussy. Judy's hands found Sandra breasts and her lips parted expecting attention from Sandra's lips. However, instead of sucking them, Sandra kissed Judy lightly and murmured "Lets go to bed sweetie"

Sandra took Judy's hand and led her to the bedroom. It was a spacious room with a large but cozy bed illuminated by two scented candles on either side of the headboard. Sandra sat on the bed and pulled Judy to her. "Show me your beautiful body baby.... ""Let me help you undress." Sandra pulled down the straps of Judy's dress and Judy stood up to let it fall off revealing herself. As Judy stood displaying her glory, Sandra slid down to a kneeling position facing Judy's moist crotch. Judy felt her knees weaken as Sandra started to kiss and nuzzle her panty covered pussy while kneading her ample ass cheeks. Sensing Judy's pleasure weakened body, Sandra stood up and gently laid her on bed.

Lying on the bed with her legs hanging from the side, Judy worked on her bra and watched her ladylove peel off her cloths. Sandra unhooked her bra and gently lowered herself to Judy. Judy closed her eyes as Sandra luscious lips covered her mouth again.

Sandra lay on her lover's body for a long time, breasts on breasts, pussy on pussy, kissing, sucking and devouring each other's lips and nipples, their tongues exploring every crevice they could find. Sandra slowly worked her way downwards kissing and tracing her tongue alone the ample curves she found on her lover's body. Judy soft moan intensified as Sandra reached her fountain of love. Judy stroked Sandra's soft blond hair, urging her to go deeper as she lovingly kissed tongued Judy's soaked panty .

Judy moaned in ecstasy as Sandra peeled off her linen and traced her Love canal with the tip of her tongue. She went a little deeper next time circling around her clit and moving her tongue through the folds of Judy's pussy lips as she spread her legs as far as possible to invite Sandra further. Judy's love juices were flowing freely as she humped and heaved as an orgasm slowly built within her. Sandra sensed her own heat building up swamping her shaved pussy. She turned around extending her long legs towards Judy's face. Judy instinctively moved her arms towards Sandra's thighs grabbing them towards her. She knew that her lover wanted the same love she is giving her. Before long they were in total ecstasy their moans of pleasure muffled by lips sealed to their treasures.

The first orgasm crashed through Judy as Sandra found Judy's tight ass and forced her tongue in. Judy went delirious with pleasure as she climaxed into Sandra's face. She coursed through the sensation sucking on Sandra engorged clit as hard as possible while moving her right hand fingers in and out of her pussy. Sandra climaxed few minutes after Judy showering her face with sweet girl-cum. Judy drank as much as possible but Sandra's flow was just too much to contain.

They lay as they enjoyed the surreal afterglow, spent of their energies, intoxicated with one another's wines. Sandra turned around to face her new love, kissed her forehead cuddling her. Judy buried her face in the ample bosom of her queen, adoring and caressing the still erect rose buds. They lost track of time in their bliss, as they cuddled together and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Judy woke up to the sensation of a warm tongue working on her labia. As her eyes adjusted to the soft light of candles in the room, she saw Sandra, working on her. Aaahhhhh Judy moaned as she stroked the soft hair of the woman who was lovingly caressing her nectar filled folds, reassuring Sandra that her efforts are finally bearing fruit. The bedside clock chimed 3.00AM. I love you baby, MMmmmmmmmmmm please don't stop Judy purred and moaned as the sensual caresses was slowly building up her second orgasm for the night. Judy widened her legs and lifted her knees to give her lover more access to her treasure. She was soon rewarded for her decision as Sandra started snaking her tongue to Judy's tight ass and back exploring both crevices. Judy couldn't hold any longer as the Sandra quickened her pace sensing the approaching climax. She erupted in a massive orgasm rewarding Sandra with precious nectar. Judy performed the same ritual to Sandra exploring heavenly folds of Judy's love canal giving the same pleasure to her love goddess that she enjoyed minutes back. She was soon rewarded with a second serving of Sandra sweet secretions.

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After Hours

Susan Ann Walsh sat quietly in her six year old Ford Escort in the parking lot for Krazy Kate's Video Store. For the third time in the last half-hour, the forty-six year old high school history Teacher checked her watch. Then the short haired redhead looked out the window to the small sign on the store's door that listed the hours of operation. The store closed at eight o'clock, her watch had read seven fifty. The short woman, only five three, got out of her dark blue coupe and quickly entered the small establishment.

The store itself was rather unpretentious, a far cry from the mega franchises that dominated the video market these days. In fact, Krazy Kate's carried less than a third of the selection of most stores. What it did have, was a very loyal clientele and an owner who not only carried the latest popular hits, but many little known films that couldn't be found anywhere else. Susan walked over to the row of the latest new releases and picked up the newest of romantic comedies. She pretended to be reading the back of the box. Actually, she was waiting for the girl behind the counter to finish with the thirty something man ahead of her. The man paid for his rentals and bid the girl a good night.

No sooner had he exited the door, Susan moved up to where he had been standing. "Hi," the young girl who Susan guessed wasn't more than nineteen smiled. "What can I do for you this evening?" "I'm looking for Katherine Harrison," she answered. "Is she in?" "Oh, you mean Kate," the girl who said her name was Elisa replied. "I'm afraid she wasn't feeling to well and went home a little early. Can I help you with anything?" The history Teacher took a long good look at the young woman. She was about her height, with long shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail. What was unusual about that was that her hair was a vivid purple. Additionally, Elisa had six small earrings along the edge of her left ear and five in her right. Susan supposed that the sixth earring was the one on the right side of her nose. The teenager wore a cut off version of a Krazy Kate's T-shirt.

One that looked to be at least a size too small from the way it pressed against her braless breasts, the nipples of which were clearly visible. In the middle of her stomach, an area exposed by the cut off, was a small golden ring attached to her belly button. A pair of faded jeans, cut way too short completed her ensemble. Susan was all too aware of the current rages among young people. There were at least three girls in the senior class who wore jewelry much like Elisa's. For all the conservatively dressed woman knew, Elisa might have been one of her students a year or so ago.

"No, thank you," Susan said somewhat apologetically. "I ... er ... had some personal business with Katherine. I'll come back another time." The blue dressed woman had turned to leave and had actually gone a few steps when Elisa called after her. "Are you Susan Walsh?" she asked. "Excuse me?" the redhead said as she turned back around. "Kate left a package for a Susan Walsh, is that you?" "Actually, yes." she said a bit hesitantly. "It's in the back room, wait here a minute and I'll get it for you." Elisa turned and disappeared into the store room for a few moments. When she reemerged, she was carrying a small paper bag with "Sue" written across it in red marker. From the size and shape of the bag, it was obvious that it contained a few video tapes. Previously, the bag had been used to carry Kate's lunch back and forth to work. "Here we go." Elisa said as she handed the bag over the counter.

At that moment, it became obvious that the makeshift lunch container had been used one times too many as the bottom of the bag ripped open. From the large tear, three videos tumbled to the hard tile floor. Susan watched in horror as they landed at her feet. A look of total embarrassment filled her face. "I'm so sorry," Elisa said as she rushed around the counter. "Let me pick them up for you." "No!" Susan called out in panic. "I mean, I can do it." It was too late. Elisa was already by her side, looking down at the tapes. Picking them up, the nineteen year old read off the titles. "Teenage Lesbian Slumber Party, Lesbian High and Lesbian Loving Teacher." she read silently as she put them on the counter. The school Teacher was mortified. That she was a lesbian was a secret she had guarded for years. As bad as it would've been for her career for that to come out , it was nothing compared to the firestorm that would've erupted if the school board discovered her constant fantasies about the young girls she taught history to. Susan had never, ever acted on any of those fantasies.

In fact, she had gone out of her way over the years, to never be put in a position where desire, opportunity and the weakness of the flesh might combine to allow a dangerous incident. A little over a month ago, Susan had met Katherine at a lesbian bar outside of town. They were pretty close in age and had formed a quick friendship. A friendship that had quickly led to the bedroom. They knew they weren't in love and that their sex had been recreational. But for the moment it had been enough. When Katherine had learned that Susan was a high school Teacher, she said that it must be like being a kid working in a candy store. Susan had replied that it was almost exactly the opposite.

She had a weakness for young girls she admitted, and because of it had to always be on her guard. In fact, she wouldn't even take a turn at gym duty, worrying that she might get caught spending all too much time staring at all those lovely young bodies on display in the showers and locker room. What they also discovered upon talking about their lives, was that Katherine had a nephew at Susan's school. He wasn't in any of her classes, but Katherine mentioned that he was interested in the summer intern program but that all his teachers had already nominated other students. Susan had said that since she hadn't yet promised anyone, she would be glad to sponsor Katherine's nephew.

All he had to do was bring her his application. Katherine was overjoyed. In appreciation, she had offered, since she owned a video store, to get her new friend any lesbian tapes she might like to help her enjoy her secret fantasies. An offer Susan had readily accepted. She was supposed to pick up the tapes tonight.

Elisa acted as if having a middle age woman picking up tapes of teen lesbians was the most natural thing in the world. She got a new bag from around the counter and dropped the first two tapes in the bag. Then she took another look at the copy of Lesbian High. "This is a pretty awesome movie," she said as if she was discussing Gone With The Wind. "I've seen it twice." "You've seen it?" Susan asked awkwardly. "Sure, I've seen just about all the girl films Kate has in the back.

That's one of the perks of working here." She dropped the tape into the bag and handed it to Susan. "No need to be embarrassed," Elisa said with a smile. "Women have needs too, just like guys." "I guess I never looked at it like that." Susan said as she clutched the paper bag. She started for the door, then stopped. "Can I ask you something?" she said. "Hey, I'm an open book," Elisa smiled. "Ask away." "What was it about that film that you liked so much?" "Well you might think it a little kinky, but watching the students get it on with the teachers," Elisa said.

"I used to fantasize about that all the time. In fact there was this one Teacher I had, God she made me wet just sitting in her class watching her." Susan had to take a big breath just to reassure herself that her heart was still beating. "You didn't happen to go to RFK, did you?" Susan asked with trepidation. "No, I went to Jefferson High across town," the girl answered. "Why?" Susan couldn't believe the next words out of her mouth. "I teach history at RFK."

"You're joking, right?" Elisa asked. "No, I'm not," Susan said, finding it easier to say it the second time. "I can show you my ID to prove it." "No, I believe you," Elisa said as she ran her hand through her purple hair. "Damn, I knew I went to the wrong school." she laughed. Even Susan had to smile at her comment. "Do you and your girlfriend like to watch those video's together?" Elisa asked, taking a few steps closer. "I ... I don't have a girlfriend." Susan admitted, wondering why she was still here and not on her way home. "You just watch them alone?" Elisa went on. Susan's silence answered the question. "That's sad," Elisa said. "So you watch those films alone and think about your students. And then you ..." Susan's silence was now joined by a bright red embarrassment.

"Hey, Teach, there's no need to turn red on me," Elisa said with a smile. "I'm sure most of the people I know would think me pretty strange, getting wet over forty year old women. But then again most of them think I'm pretty strange to begin with." "I don't think you're strange," Susan said. "I think it's that you're more of a free spirit. I can remember what that was like. Back in the Stone Age." "Cute and a sense of humor too," Elisa quipped. "This has to be my lucky night." "Lucky night for what?" Susan asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. "For what?" Elisa repeated. "Can't you feel it? The magic in the night. Call it fate, or kismet, or God having a sense of humor. But it can't be just a cosmic accident the two of us being here right now." "I think I'd better get going." Susan said as she started to turn. "Don't you think there are better ways to spend tonight than frigging to a lez flick?" Susan was frozen in place as Elisa moved closer.

"Don't you think it might be a lot more fun, seeing what it might really be like to be with one of your students? Or at least a reasonable facsimile?" Susan opened her mouth to say something, but what words she wanted to say were cut off as Elisa kissed her. Susan's mind went blank as Elisa's lips pressed against her own. She dropped the bag with the tapes when she felt the young girl's tongue invade her mouth. As first she wanted to scream, to run way and hide. Then as seconds passed, she found herself returning the kiss. Elisa had wrapped her arms around Susan's neck as she planted soft caresses against the Teacher's lips. She pressed her tongue as deep as it would go, sharing the excitement when she felt Susan return her touch.

"That wasn't bad," Elisa said as she finally broke the kiss and released her hold around the woman's neck. "Not bad at all." Susan didn't say a work, but every part of her mind wanted to scream that yes, it had been exciting. "So what's it going be Teach," the purple haired nineteen year old asked. "Home to watch some video, or would you rather hang out here and maybe play with these instead." Susan's mouth fell open in disbelief as Elisa grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She hadn't wore a bra underneath and her medium sized breasts bounced free. The older woman's eyes were immediately drawn to the half dollar sized dark nipples that dominated each rounded orb. Elisa stepped to just a half foot from Susan and lifted her hand up to one of her now exposed breasts. "Do you really want to walk away and leave these?" the young woman asked as she pressed Susan's hand against her warm chest. "No." Susan finally said softly.

Elisa released Susan's hand and moved to the door. A loud click filled the air as she turned the deadbolt and locked the door. She also pulled down the shades, blocking the view from outside. "Now we don't have to worry about anyone making a late night return." Elisa smiled as she walked back to Susan. The young girl placed a hand on each of the Teacher's breasts and rubbed them through her dress. They were larger then her own and felt good in her hands. "I bet a lot of the boys in your class get hard looking at these day after day," Elisa said, feeling Susan's nipples through the material. "And even a few of the girls get wet too. I know I am." Susan let out a soft moan as she felt the twin excitements of both Elisa's touch and her words. She seemed to know exactly what to say to get the older woman hot. "Let's have a better look, shall we?" Elisa asked as she played with the zipper in the back of the dress.

Susan's dress quickly found it's way to the floor, leaving her in plain white bra and panties. The purple haired girl planted a kiss on the top of each of her breasts. "You like that?" she asked as she kissed the second mound. "Oh yes," Susan said in a breathless whisper. Elisa ran her hands down across Susan's stomach, slipping her fingers under the waistband of her panties. She pulled hard on the material, ripping them in the process. A second hard motion tore them to the point where they came off in her hand. Without hesitation, Elisa cupped her hand against Susan's now exposed mound, feeling the wetness now there. "Oh baby, you're so hot!" she said as she pressed her body hard against Susan's. Elisa backed away from Susan for a moment, giving her time to catch her breath. The nineteen year old wiggled her way out of the cut off shorts, exposing a small brown bush between her legs, the original color of her hair.

"Like what you see?" Elisa asked as she stood naked in the center of the store, her hands resting on her hips. "Yes," Susan said almost inaudibly, biting her lips as she did. "I can't hear you." Elisa said as she turned and waved her ass at the older woman. "I said, yes!" Susan called out louder. "Well come and get it then." Elisa laughed playfully as she jumped up on the edge of the low counter and swung her legs open. A rush of desire filled Susan as all semblance of her normal self seemed to fade into the dust. She rushed forward and kissed the young girl with all the lust of a thousand empty nights. Her hands closed around her breasts, rubbing her thumbs against the small thick nipples. Her tongue sought out Elisa's, caressing it for long moments before beginning to work it's way down the pale skinned body. Excitement filled her breast as she worked her way down to the younger woman's nipples, guiding them into her mouth with an quick and eager tongue. "Oh yeah, Teach," Elisa moaned as she ran her fingers through the older woman's hair. "Suck on my tits! Play with them with your tongue!" And play with them she did.

First one, then the other, then back to the first. All the while, then memories of a dozen students whose young bodies she had so secretly admired over the years filled her head. She thought of Rosie Davis, the cute redhead she had lusted after for all of her four years at RFK. Even as a freshman, Rosie had a more developed body than many of the seniors. Susan thought of Kerri Moore, the dark skinned black girl she had once glimpsed topless in the days before she stopped pulling gym duty. The memory of those rounded dark orbs and the even darker nipples in the center remained fresh in her mind's eye to this day. Finally she remembered Maria Lopez, who had the most perfect ass Susan had ever seen. Taking her fill of Elisa's mounds, the Teacher continued her downward journey, kissing the soft flesh of the girl before her as she went. Bending her knees, she reached the dark mound between the purple haired girl's legs. An access made much easier as the girl resting on the counter lifted her legs and brought them to rest on Susan's shoulders. Susan inhaled deeply the aroma of Elisa's womanhood, a scent that sent her heart racing even more. She pressed her lips against the damp hair, her tongue seeking out the rich passage beneath it. "Oh yeah!" Elisa moaned loudly as she felt Susan's tongue strike home.

She closed her legs around the redhead's shoulders, holding her mouth and tongue tightly in place. "Lick me!" Lick my pussy. Lick it as if it belonged to every girl that ever sat in your class." It was almost as if the teenage girl could read Susan's mind and tap into her every secret fantasy. Her words fueled the kneeing woman's enthusiasm as she pushed deeper and deeper into the young pussy, sending rapid waves of delight oscillating out from it with every stroke. "Fuck me, fuck me with your tongue!" Elisa called out as she felt the crest of an approaching orgasm. Susan could feel it as well as Elisa exploded against her face a dozen heartbeats later. She gloried in the sweet nectar of her efforts as they coated her tongue and filled her mouth. It was a honeyed ambrosia that would remain with her forever. "Oh God that was great!" Elisa shouted as she leaned her sweat covered body against the pillar behind the counter.

Her face still stained with her prize, Susan had dropped down to the floor and sat on the cold tile. She was still trying to sort out all that had happen tonight, it was as if it had been a dream. No, not a dream, a fantasy come true. "Now it's my turn." Elisa laughed as she dropped down from her perch. Before Susan could react, Elisa was on top of her, pressing her down onto the cold floor. Her lips pressed against hers, her tongue reaching deep as it would go. The purple haired dynamo seemed to be everywhere at once. Susan felt the touch of the girl's hands and lips on every part of her naked body. On her lips, on her face, and against her breasts. Finally she felt her presence between her legs.

Elisa's skill and experience in bringing an another woman to orgasm quickly showed itself to be far beyond her years. Susan had never felt her body react so quickly. No sooner had she reacted to the first wave of passion crashing across her form, than another came cascading right behind it. Then another behind that in turn. The Teacher couldn't find the breath for words as a torrid of ecstasy radiated from her womanhood. A rushing tide that gripped her and thrust her forcibly through the gates of Elysium. A journey that seem both at the same time endless and instantaneous.

Susan wasn't sure how much time had passed when she finally opened her eyes. Slowly she became aware of the coldness against her back and ass, and the rich dampness between her legs. As tired as she could ever remember being, she lifted herself up to a sitting position. She held her hand against her breast as she took a deep breath. "Elisa?" she asked loudly when she didn't see the girl anywhere in the store. "Be out in a minute." called out the voice from the back office.

When the young girl reemerged a short time later, she had changed into a new pair of jeans and an uncut Krazy Kate's shirt. She was drying her hands with a small towel. "There's a bathroom in the back if you want to wash up." she told Susan as she dropped the towel onto the counter. "Thank you, but no," the Teacher said as she gathered up her scattered clothing and started to put in back on. "It's really getting late and should be getting home." "Suite yourself," Elisa smiled as she picked up the torn panties she had ripped from the older woman's body. "I'm afraid these are a total loss." she said with sympathy. "That's all right," Susan said as she pulled her dress over her head and then reached back to zip it up.

"I'm going right home, no one is going to notice." "Mind if I keep them as a memento?" Elisa asked as she brought the now ruined panties up to her face and sniffed the feminine fragrance still attached to them. "No, I don't mind at all," Susan said, her previously anxious face lighting up with a genuine show of appreciation. "Now where did I leave my shoes?" "Over there by the action movies." Elisa said helpfully after she took a last whiff of her keepsake before stuffing it in her pocket. "Thanks." Susan replied as she walked over and put them on. After making sure she wasn't missing anything else, the redhead moved back to Elisa at the counter to say goodbye. "Thank you seems such an inadequate phrase," she said.

"It seems strange for a Teacher to find herself at a loss for words." "That's okay," Elisa smiled. "I know what you mean. I have to say I had a lot of fun too. A lot more than I thought I would." Before Susan could ask what the younger girl had meant by that, the press of her lips against her cut her off own. She lost herself in the softness of the kiss goodbye, forgetting what she wanted to say. Not trusting herself to say another word, Susan took into her eyes for a brief moment, then turned for the door. As she had such a short time before, she had just about reached the door when Elisa called out to her. "Honey, you forgot your tapes." she called out, holding the bag with them up for her to see. "You just hold on to them," Susan smiled. "I don't think I'll be needing them for a while." With that she was gone.

Come Monday, after school had let out for the day, Susan decided to stop by Krazy Kate's. Just to see how Katherine was doing, she told herself. She didn't want to admit that she might be going there on the chance that she might run into Elisa again. Stepping into the small store, Susan felt both happy and a little disappointed to see her friend Katherine standing behind the counter, helping one of the customers. Still she managed a wide smile as she stepped to the front of the store. "Hi Susan," Katherine smiled back as she spotted the Teacher behind the customer she had been helping. "Hello Katherine, nice to see you're feeling better." Susan said as she moved over to the empty half of the counter.

"Mike, would you finish helping this gentleman," Katherine said to the young man working next to her behind the counter. "What did you say?" she asked Susan as she directed her full attention to her now. "I said I'm glad to see you're feeling better," she repeated. "When I came in to see you the other night, the girl running the place said that you hadn't been feeling well and had gone home early." "The girl running the place?" Katherine asked until a look of understanding filled her face. "Oh you mean my niece, Elisa." "She was your niece?" Susan asked in a startled tone. "Why yes, she's my sister's daughter," Katherine answered. "Is there a problem?" "No, no problem." Susan said. "I almost forgot I had been feeling a little under the weather Friday afternoon. But it turned out to be one of those twenty-four hour things and I felt fit as a fiddle the next day." "I'm glad." said Susan. "Actually I hadn't realized you'd been by that night." the store owner went on. "Not after I found the package I left for you still on my desk." "I guess I decided that I really wasn't that interested in those titles anymore." Susan said, realizing as she said it that it was true. "Really?" Katherine said in surprise. "If you say so. I'll just tag them and put them on the wall. I'm sure someone will rent them soon enough." "Is ...er.. is your niece still around?" Susan asked.

"I'd like to apolo ... I mean I 'd like to thank her for some help she gave me with something." "Sorry Sue, she took off yesterday," she said as she moved a stack on tapes out of her way. "Said something about going backpacking across Canada with some friends. You never know with that girl. I'm sure you noticed that she's a little on the unusual side. Gives my sister gray hairs on top of her gray hairs." "No, I hadn't really noticed," Susan said as if she was suddenly preoccupied. "Her being unusual I mean." "Well you're around kids her age a lot more than I am." Katherine laughed as she came out from around the counter. "That must be it." Susan agreed. "You know, I came up with two tickets for the philharmonic up in Rossburg on Friday night," Katherine said. "What say we go together, maybe have dinner before it as well?" Susan seemed to be considering the simple question with a lot more thought than it deserved.

A mixture of choices seemed to flash across her face is a very brief span, until it settled into a wide smile and she said yes. "Excellent," Katherine beamed. "I'll give you a call during the week and we'll work out the details." "That'll be fine." "Was there something else you wanted?" Katherine asked as she saw a moment's hesitation in Susan's face. "No, nothing really," came the reply. "I'm just glad to see that you're feeling better. Friday night sounds like a wonderful idea. I'll see you then."

As Katherine watched the door close behind Susan, another figure stepped behind her from out of the back office. Her face would've been quite recognizable to Susan, even if it now lacked the many earrings and purple hair. "It's a good thing I saw her coming in and ducked in the back." a relieved Elisa said. "Do you really think she would've recognized you?" Katherine asked her niece. "I'd have been pretty insulted if she hadn't, even without that get up I was wearing." "Ah, an actress's ego, always looking for recognition." Katherine laughed. "Oh course." Elisa joined in the laughter. "I really owe you." the older woman said. "You don't owe me anything," the younger replied. "It was the least I could do for my all time favorite Aunt.

You believed in me when no one else did. And of course you did pay for a lot of my acting lessons. I think it's about time you got something back out of that." "I'm amazed that you were able to pull it off." Katherine said. "I'm amazed I could still play nineteen," the twenty three year old joked. "It's a pity I can't ever put it on my resume." "Well it was in a good cause." Katherine said. "You'll have to settle for that." "You think that you and her will be able to go forward now?" Elisa asked. "Now that she's lived her fantasy and can get it out of her system." "I hope so, I really do," Katherine said. "I think she's a really special person." "I wish there was someone out there that would go to such lengths for me." Elisa said as they both went back into the office.

"Oh she's out there," Katherine said. "It's just a matter of finding her." "I hope so." came Elisa's reply. "Now you hurry or you're going to miss you plane back to New York," Katherine said as she picked up and handed the younger woman a small suitcase. "Kiss your mother for me, and let me know how you make out with that audition on Wednesday." "Only if you let me know how things go on Friday night." "It's a deal." Katherine said as she kissed her niece goodbye and watched her get into the waiting cab.

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The Corridor of Angels

Sister snuggled back into her comfortable if strange bed. It was her third week in northern Italy, a long, long way from Zhonga, in Eastern africa The air in Africa was different from Italy, she did not know why. But there seemed more freedom. The air seemed more "relaxed".

But she could not sleep. She need to pray more for the wonderful sisters who had given her temporary accommodation in her travels. She was visiting many convents, gathering material for writing a history of her Order, and by now she was just over half-way through it. The Order has begun almost on a prayer of their beloved Founder, and now it was a movement which was widespread. Yes, they were relatively small in numbers and some Sisters of the Order were living with nuns of other Orders. But they were strong and useful and highly regarded for their enthusiasm, learning and good works.

So Sister listened to the silence of the convent before slowly rising from her bed. The weather was hot -- a blistering wind had come from the south all day -- and she had on the lightest of clothes. She had discarded her pants and bra when she went to bed, so over her night dress she pulled a light cloak. The cloak was a light silky material which more the marks of the Mother House. It felt wonderful.

The wind had softened and the moon showed a soft light down the corridor towards the chapel. Sister entered and knelt at the altar rail to pray. An hour passed as she asked God to look after all the nuns she had met, and thanked Him for life itself.

Barefoot, Sister quietly passed back along the corridor towards her room, the finest guest room she had seen in any convent during her studies. Briefly she walked along an open cloister full of the new moonlight and then turned right into a short hallway which was lined with fine statues of angels.

Sister stopped before the largest of these, knelt in prayer, then stood back against the opposite wall in deep contemplation of the inner life.

Silently a figure came from her right. In the soft semi-darkness Sister could hardly make out who it was, but the figure raised a hand in the sign of silence. For a moment they listened to each other's breathing, soft as it was on the night air. They moved slightly towards each other until their robes touched.

The figure held out a hand and stroked Sister's cheek. Then it ran down across her shoulders and across her chest, caressing the bare breasts beneath the light night dress and soft cloak.

Sister's body tightened and then relaxed as the hand went down over her stomach and down her legs, firstly the outside and then the inside. Sister startled as a bird shook its feathers in the trees outside, but the then hand was sliding up under her cloak, pushing way the folds and caressing the inside of her legs.

The hand went higher until it almost touched the pubic hair. But then it moved to the outside of her body, avoiding the hair in a tantalising fashion. It did not return to the pubic region until the hand -- now joined by the other one -- squeezed her breasts and nipples beneath her cloak.

Sister sighed and lent backwards over a small table. Her bare feet felt the cool stone floor as she spread her legs and the two hands joined together to caress her pubic area. Their fingers curled about her curly hair down there, then squeezed and stroked her clitoris until she was wet with joy.

The fingers entered her vagina and probed and probed until Sister felt so wonderful. She raised her legs and spread them wide as the figure approached closer. The fingers were removed, buy Sister's clitoris felt two warm lips kiss and caress and suck upon her vagina until the world exploded in a burst of excitement.

Without a word the figure withdrew. The hem of Sister's cloak was again back at her feet, and when the figure disappeared, Sister returned to the guest room. The stone figure of a saint was beside her door and Sister whispered to it a prayer of gratitude before sleeping as if on a cloud send from heaven.

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The Hunt

She doesn't know it yet, but I'm watching her. My eyes follow her across the dancefloor, to the bar, to groups of people she must know, and I won't let her out of my sight. I am a hunter and she is my prey tonight, and I will not lose her.

Already I'm starting to stalk my prey, but still I keep my distance, not yet ready to alert her to my presence. I want to catch her away from the herd, isolated. She is my prey.

She glances over. I do not break my gaze. She sees me and smiles. Her smile says 'I like you'. I smile back. My smile says 'I will have you'. She looks away. Still I watch her.

For fifteen further minutes I do not take my eyes off her. My mouth is almost watering at the though of fresh dyke for supper. She is my prey and I will have her.

I see her motion to her friends that she is going outside for a second, presumably to get some air. I will give her a minute and then follow her. As she leaves I lose sight of her, but she is good prey and I trust her not to wander too far.

I go outside. The night air is brisk and I am chilly, but I will not be deterred. I spot her, twenty yards away, alone. She is separated from the herd and I, the hunter, have my chance. I walk up to her. I do not creep up on her as she has nowhere to go and cannot, and will not, escape. She sees me and smiles again. She is my prey and I am going in for the kill.

Before she can say a word I kiss her. She seems surprised but does not object. I push her up against the wall and kiss her some more. She kisses me back - now she seems pleased to see me. I steer her into an alley next to us and kiss her some more. My kisses say 'I am the hunter and I have caught you'. My tongue says 'you will not get away'.

She pulls me closer to her and kisses me harder, breathing heavily. I have surprised her, she does not know what has hit her, but she is very happy that it has. I hold her close with a hand on her butt, pressing her against me. The same hand then runs down her inner thigh from behind, then up to exert pressure on her clothed pussy. She does not object but breathes harder still. The hunter has won and will soon get to dine. I rub her a little harder and she obligingly parts her legs for me. With my other hand I approach the area from the front, but instead undo her trousers. This accomplished I slip my hand inside the trousers and find no underwear. Pussy not as clothed as I had thought! I like prey that comes prepared.

She grabs at my breast with one hand, and kisses me more and deeper. I feel her and she is wet. Her pussy is slick and I want to bury my face in it. It is a dark alley and there is a bench, so I see no reason why I shouldn't. I lead her to the bench and pull down her trousers, before pushing her down to a sitting position. I push her legs apart and kneel between them. After the chase the hunter has an appetite and must feed. I begin to lick her and immediately I hear her respond.

My tongue says to her 'I will satisfy myself on you'. I separate her lips and explore her with hard tongue. I soften and apply myself to her clit. She is hard, I suspect I am harder, but that is for another day. She is writhing around, humping my face, and I am inside her. My tongue draws the juices out of her and she is wetter with each lick. I add a finger, then two. I suck on that huge clit, and add finger number three. She clamps down on me and my hand cannot leave, but I don't want it to. She is my prey and I am still eating. She has her eyes shut and her head thrown back, I have her clit in my mouth and my fingers inside her. I suck harder, pump harder, and she starts to lose all sense of reality.

I pump faster and she is silently screaming. Her body is shuddering and her pussy is exploding. I hang on to her, after all she is my prey and I am not happy to let go, but she is bucking so hard and coming so hard that it is hard to stay with her. Finally, slowly, she comes back to Earth, fully spend. I pull away from her and stand up. I watch her as she recovers. She looks up at me. I have the expression of a hunter who has had a very good meal. She looks like the prey that has been beaten. But I know she loves it. After a few minutes she stands and we walk to the end of the alley. I kiss her once, as if leaving my mark on her. Then I turn and leave and I know she was gone the other way. I was the hunter and she was my prey and I got what I came for.

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Escort Service

The night started slowly, with a warm breeze in the air. Renee sat on her front porch, wondering if she had done the right thing. Time seemed to stand still, but when she looked at her watch, it was racing by, the imminent encounter coming closer and closer. She couldn't stop it now...the person she was waiting for was already on the way.

She waited for the car to arrive, her stomach in knots. How could I have done this? Am I betraying him?

Her home, high up in the hills and standing alone among huge trees, offered no refuge from who was coming. It did, however, offer refuge from curious neighbors and travelling solicitors. She had always wanted such a home, cosy and private, to share with her family. Now, that the bloom of youth was gone and the excitement of love had faded, she had everything she thought she had ever wanted. She didn't realize that in order to get it, she had to trade rich feelings and lust, the quickening of the heart and the sudden lurch of passion, for steadiness and calm. She wondered if other people were the same...if they, too, had given up on the things they dreamed about in youth, and had settled for what was probably the norm. I'm only 30, she thought. How did this happen to me?

She didn't think she'd ever know, now. Although she longed to leave, to set out on some desperate adventure on her own, with no one to think of but herself, she knew she never would. She had resigned herself to a life of fantasy, always telling herself she was really expecting too much from life, that the movies she watched and the books she read were wrong. All of these pictures painted in her head of love and laughter and lust and sex, all melded into one, were really just fantasies that the whole world seemed to believe in. It couldn't be possible, could it? Not if she believed all the bitch sessions about husbands and lovers, and the talk shows, and the just plain reality of life.

That's why she had made the phone call to the escort service.

She heard a car coming up the hill. She took a drink of her tea, grown cold now, and waited.

The prostitute stepped out of the car. She smiled sunnily at the woman on the porch, and waved hello, then bent back into the car for her bag.

"Are you Renee?" she called, as she approached the steps.

"Yes, hi. Are you Laura?"

"Yes...wow, it's a beautiful drive up here...I never get to come out of the city very often."

At that, the conversation stopped dead. They looked at one another and laughed uncomfortably.

"Let's go inside," Renee said. "Would you like some tea?"

"Yes thanks, that'd be great. Can I look at your music? Maybe we can put some music on and sit out here and talk for a while," Laura said. Her face seemed totally relaxed, totally all right. What in the world have I gotten myself into, Renee thought.

"Look, Laura, let's just get some things straight before we get into this. Can we just relax a while? I mean, I know that obviously I invited you here for certain things, but at this point I am so nervous and freaked out that all I care about is getting through this evening without dying of fright. I don't really care now if anything happens or not...do you mind just sitting for a while?"

Laura looked her full in the face and spoke. "You don't need to feel nervous about anything. I don't mind spending some time talking to you for God's sake. It's beautiful here, I am not in the goddamned city, and so far this has been a lovely evening for me. Show me the stereo, get me my tea, and stop worrying, OK?"

Renee suddenly felt her nerves relax, the tension in her back and neck melt away, and she laughed. "All right. Thanks for that. Come on in."

They had progressed from tea to Southern Comfort and Coke, and then decided to raid the liquor cabinet and do shooters. Their talk ranged from bars they had been too, cars they had owned, movies they liked, and books they had read. Gradually the talk became more leading...movie stars that they thought were handsome or beautiful, scenes from the movies that they found interesting...Renee found herself looking deeper and deeper into the eyes of the woman across the table on her front porch, holding the contact longer as she told Laura about how she liked the scene in the Piano where Harvey Keitel was naked. Laura's hair, shiny brown with a healthy coarseness, had fallen in soft strings around her face, framing large brown eyes that glistened in the soft light as they met Renee's.

Renee was suddenly more concious of the slight chill in the air, and the warmth from the body across the table. It was as if the world was suddenly more sharp, and she could feel every ridge of her clothing against her body, and see every detail more clearly. She noticed the neat, ironed lapels of the button-down shirt that Laura was wearing, the softness of the t-shirt underneath, and the snug way the belted jeans wrapped around Laura's waist. She suddenly realized Laura was looking back at her, and she felt as if she were falling into her eyes, drowning in the deep pools of brown.

"Let's go inside," Renee said. "I suddenly feel so much braver."

"I'm glad you asked. I've been waiting for you to ask."

They pushed their chairs back, the scraping noise sounding very loud in the charged air between them. Renee opened the screen door, and Laura moved to step inside before her. Just before she passed through the door, Laura turned and put her hand lightly on Renee's hip, running it smoothly down over her buttock and with a whispered touch, up over the center seam of Renee's jeans. Her hand paused and rested in the small of Renee's back, and she turned full face toward Renee.

Renee could see it coming from far, far away...the beautiful face, coming towards hers, the whiff of dizzying perfume, the full lips approaching, and then it actually happened. With electrifying slowness, Laura fitted her lips over Renee's. Renee, in shock, felt at first a dry warmth, followed by delicious wetness as Laura parted her lips. With a sigh, Renee gave in, opened her mouth, and began to do what she had always wanted...exploring, tasting, a woman.

Laura broke the kiss and looked at her, smiled, then swayed into her and pressed the length of her body against Renee.

"So, are you feeling less nervous now?" Laura spoke with a half-smile, her hand still on Renee's back, arm around her.

"I think I don't care about small talk anymore, Laura. Let's go in. Let's go in now."

Renee went inside, following Laura and accidentally letting the screen door slam. Without preamble, she led Laura into the bedroom, sat down on the bed, and looked up.

Laura looked at her, then got to her knees in front of Renee, putting both hands on Renee's thighs, resting the length of her forearms along Renee's legs, their faces inches away. She pushed Renee backwards, and rested her head on Renee's stomach, running her hands up her ribcage and back down, feeling the dip of Renee's waist and roughness of the denim covering Renee's stomach. She flipped her hair up then, and got up to turn off the overhead light, leaving the small bedside lamp on.

Renee lay on the bed in exactly the position she had been left, her heart pounding. She could still feel the spot where Laura's breath had warmed her through her jeans, and also felt herself getting wet. Eyes closed, she waited for Laura.

With a small rustle, Laura slid onto the bed beside Renee. She stretched out full length beside her, up on one elbow with breasts pressed against Renee's side, leg over top. She slowly traced the shape of Renee's jawline with her finger, then turned Renee's face toward hers. Again they kissed, deeply, and as the kiss lengthened, Renee's breath blew in a jagged rush. With that, Laura pressed harder against her and the kiss grew frantic, heated, both women not caring anymore, losing control.

Renee broke the kiss, sat up and peeled off her shirt. She then turned to Laura and tugged her shirt out of her jeans as Laura arched her back to allow it. Renee unbuttoned the buttons, her fingers shaking, as Laura lay back and let her, looking up at her with an unreadable expression. Renee pushed up the t-shirt underneath, and allowed herself to run her hands over the smooth stomach, the small bumps of the ribs, grazed the back of her hand on the edge of a breast, then gathered courage and lightly, wonderingly, touched the fabric of the bra, feeling a hard nipple under her palm and hearing an indrawn breath from Laura. She bent her head and breathed warm breath on the nipple, her mouth close, her cheek feeling the fabric of the bra, then unhooked the bra and watched as the smooth expanses of flesh came into view.

This is real, she thought. This isn't a photo in a magazine and it's right here in front of me, and I can have it and do whatever I want. This is what I have been waiting for.

Renee bent her head and licked the nipple, feeling the bumpy texture with her tongue. Laura arched her back, and gasped. Renee nearly came, hearing that gasp. Her pussy felt swollen, aching, wet...throbbing, almost there already, but Renee didn't want that, didn't want to come like that, wanted to draw it out and feel the torture, fuck and suck and cry out and scream and feel Laura's fingers inside her, wanted to be spread open and have her legs spread wide and have Laura eat her and see Laura's face as she sucked her, wanted everything. She grasped for control, found it, and stood up.

She stood Laura up, and began undressing her. She did not hurry, but did not take it slow either...just a businesslike unwrapping so that the real thing could begin. Laura stood before her, naked, the glow from the lamp reflecting the softness of her skin, so golden, the sheen of her hair, the glitter in her eyes. Renee shed her own clothing in a haze of nearly drugged awareness, the perfect "zipless fuck" that she had read about, and stood completely naked in front of Laura.

"I want everything, Laura, I want us to do everything," she said, surprised at her own shaky voice.

"I want it too. I want it too. Come here." Laura grasped her hands and they settled onto the bed.

Suddenly, Renee was unsure. Can I do this right? Will she think I'm a fool? What if I don't like it, what if all the fantasies I have ever had are ruined here, this moment?

Her thoughts were swept away as she felt, for the first time, the press of another woman's naked body on hers. The warmth, the softness, the touch of wetness on her leg, were all too real.

Laura kissed her again...and then pulled back, straddled her waist, and put both hands on either side of Renee's head. Renee felt the touch of breasts on her face, the touch of long, soft hair on her naked shoulders, and wetness, wetness at her waist, hot wetness against her, and she shut her eyes and nearly melted.

Laura began kissing her neck, lightly, teasing, tickling, making wet trails and breathing on the trails to make sudden coldness. Her mouth dragged down, between Renee's breasts, icy shivery hot tongue, then found a nipple, teasing and quick little licks, then suddenly hot suction and oh God, it's so good, no rational thought anymore, just sensation all melded together into one hot fucking want, need, oh fuck...Renee felt Laura's tongue leave her breast, and Laura shifted down and down, dragging her cunt along Renee's leg, leaving another kind of wet trail.

Renee could smell them now. She had a feeling that her senses were in overload, like she would blow up if one more thing happened to her body and mind. She was dangerously out of control, more drunk from sheer horniness than from the alcohol, selfishly arching her pelvis toward Laura's mouth. Laura was so agonizingly slow, so fucking unbelievably slow, how could she be going so slow, then suddenly Laura pushed Renee's hips to the mattress, stopping all the frenzied motion and withdrawing her kisses. Renee opened her eyes, and saw that Laura was gazing at her pussy, saw and felt Laura part her legs slightly. Laura then knelt down, bending her head to Renee's pussy, and Renee felt hot breath. Then...a wet tongue, ever so wet, touched her clit, just the point of the tongue. It withdrew, almost painfully, then suddenly there was wide, flat pressure from near her asshole as Laura flattened her tongue and firmly licked slowly all the way from her asshole to the top of her lips.

Renee was so wet, she felt as if the tongue were splitting her in two, as it hit her clit she nearly came. Two more, three more times the tongue pressed up and down her slit, opening her wider and wider and wider. Now, it's gone...oh, it's gone, oh god, come back please oh God but now there's something inside me, gentle pressure entering me, spreading me open, moving in and out with such ease, I am so wet, it's her fingers going in and out of me, now her mouth on my clit, sucking, sucking, strong sucking, Renee looks down and it's so fucking beautiful. She can see Laura's hand moving back and forth, Laura's face buried and her mouth sucking and sucking...now there's so much inside her she can barely stand it, and the mouth on her pussy and the soft hair on her thighs, Renee spreads her legs wide open and Laura suddenly STOPS.

Renee is panting, shaking, all of Laura's fingers are inside her, she feels so exposed, so wide open, Laura is looking at her, then Laura begins jamming her hand in and out, Renee can hear the wetness, the noises, and Laura is asking her if she wants to come, shall I let you come baby, I want to see you fucking coming right in my face, and Renee is screaming yes, please make me come, please make me come. Laura bends her head down, and quite roughly starts to suck Renee's clit. Renee feels it building and loses all sight, hearing, and comes, shaking and pulsing and vibrating almost in pain, it's so strong. She has to stop moving, has to stop, she's pulsating so hard, she rolls on her side, mouth open, crying out...it lasts for about a minute, and slowly the waves get less and less, her body relaxes and she collapses, limp, breathing hard.

Renee looks at Laura and realizes that Laura is still taut, still untouched, still breathing hard and her eyes almost glazed over with desire. Renee reaches for her, hugs her, thankful for what she has just experienced, then rolls her over on her back and gets up.

Out of the nightstand appears a large dildo, thick, not too long. Laura is lying on her back, tense and trembling, eyes closed after she sees the dildo. Renee moves between her legs, kneeling at the edge of the bed. She pulls Laura so that her ass is right at the edge of the bed, legs hanging over, slightly spread. Renee takes her first look at pussy, wet, shining, glistening. She reaches out, and tentatively runs one finger from the top of the slit down, splitting open the wetness, marvelling at the smooth, silky feel of it. She reaches with her face, tasting, her tongue running up from the hole to the clit, the smooth flesh so wet, so wet. She draws back, and with a lecherous feeling, inserts the tip of the dildo just at the entrance to Laura's pussy, then slowly pushes, watching the lips hugging the sides of the dildo, watching it slide in just as she has fantasized so many times before. She pushed it all the way in, hearing Laura's gasps, then slowly takes it out. She pushes Laura's legs up, up, up, until all she can see is pussy, then slides the dildo in and out, in and out, loving the way the lips seem to slide along the dildo.

Laura is panting, gasping, thrusting her hips at the dildo, begging for more. Renee pulls the dildo out, grabs Laura, and turns her over on her stomach so that her legs hang down over the edge. She runs the dildo up and down the sopping wet slit, up over Laura's asshole, over and over, then presses the dildo against her own clit and drives in like a man would, doggy style, and suddenly she feels that she's really fucking a woman, she sees Laura's back arching and her ass coming back, she drives it in HARD, suddenly, it hurts it's so fast and hard, Laura screams and Renee is slamming it in and out, in and out, she pulls Laura backwards, off the bed, drops down underneath her with the dildo still inside, lies on her back and takes Laura's clit in her mouth, slamming the dildo in and out, sucking and sucking, Laura's stomach on her forehead, wetness on her face, and suddenly Laura is coming, she can feel it on her tongue, she can feel Laura tensing, and Renee sticks the dildo all the way in, as far as it can go, holds it there, sucking and sucking, Laura is screaming oh stop, oh stop, oh god oh god.

Laura collapses on the floor, legs askew, dildo sticking out of her. They lie like that for minutes, raggedly breathing, slowly relaxing, shuddering with release. Renee is the first to begin disentangling herself, and curls herself around Laura like a spoon.

Soon they get up, and get under the covers on the bed. They lie, again, like two spoons with Renee behind, and Renee slips two fingers inside Laura, again marvelling at the feeling of another woman, the slick wetness of her. Laura contracts her muscles and Renee laughs at the feeling.

They fall asleep in each other's arms.

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Cassandra

Every summer, when the pressures of city life become too much for me to bear, I take a little vacation by myself. I work with people every day in my job, and it gradually takes its toll on me. So, each August, I pack my small car, heave my battered little canoe onto its roof, and head north for a few weeks alone. I drive to a large park, check in at a ranger's station, and then paddle off to a place no phone can reach me.

So, there I was, almost a week's trek away from the base where I parked. By then, I was far off the beaten track, and I hadn't seen another human in three days. Not that I'd been lonely-- there's plenty of life up there, especially when you're far enough away that humans haven't interfered with it too much. Just the day before, I had come across a large bull moose munching his breakfast in a marshy corner of the lake I was passing through. I was headed for a small island I had camped on before, planning to stop there for a few days's rest before continuing with my journey. I planned to get there before sundown the next day. I had made good time that day, despite some headwind in the morning, and had put up camp for the night. After a hearty meal, I brushed my teeth with biodegradable toothpaste and settled into my sleeping bag. No need for a tent tonight-- the sky was perfectly clear, and the stars streched uninterrupted from horizon to horizon. It was, however, a little chilly, as nights tend to be this far north even in August, so I put on a long-sleeve shirt before lying down in my light sleeping bag.

Part of the reason I liked these trips by myself was that they gave me an opportunity to think and reflect on my life. There was nothing like a month of introspection with only your own voice for company to think a problem through. I had chosen my career path, and later a career change, on similar trips through these woods. Another had convinced me to break off a relationship of two years which, although comfortable, just hadn't been going anywhere.

This time, I had been thinking about an advance which a co-worker had made just before I came up north. I really liked Marty. We had even become pretty close friends in the half a year or so that we had worked together. We had lots in common, enjoyed each other's company, and there wasn't anyone else serious in my life at the moment. The only problem was that I didn't know what I'd think of being in a serious, romantic relationship with another woman. It hadn't happened to me yet, and I just didn't know if my brain was wired that way or not. There had been a few offers in the past, but they'd all come either at a time when I was happy with someone else, or from a woman I didn't think I could get along with. Marty had told me that she would like a sexual relationship, and although I did think she was cute, I had no idea if I could be sexual with her. What was I supposed to do, experiment and break her heart if it didn't work out? I knew that had happened to her once before, and that she still bore emotional scars from the encounter. But my previous experiences with women had been limited to occasional brief petting sessions at parties, usually after a joint or two-- hardly a basis for such an important decision. I wanted an opportunity to try to make things work between us, but I was so worried about hurting her that it was difficult to think objectively.

It was all enough to make me wish I could turn my brain off and just for a moment stop over-analyzing my life. Thus wrapped in indecision, I managed to fitfully fall asleep.

The next day dawned bright and beautiful. There was hardly a cloud in the sky, and only a light breeze played with the leaves and stirred up ripples in the lake. I stood up, stretched, and took a deep breath of pure northern air as I listened to the birds gossipping in the trees. A whole day of canoeing and portaging spread out before me. Just one morning like this would make my whole trip worthwhile. I quickly ate a cold breakfast, forgoing my tea, and packed up my camp.

What little wind there was seemed determined to help me on my way, and even the two portages I had to make between lakes turned out to be relatively easy going. Late in the afternoon, I came down into a long, narrow bay which formed the base of an L-shaped body of water. There was a campsite on the small island at the top of the vertical leg, which I planned to make my home for the next few days. I dug in my paddle and made my way down the bay, a little tired and ready for a rest. I rounded the point and swung my canoe north, towards the island at the far end of the lake, and leisurely paddled to shore. I usually tried to set a good pace, but I was almost at my destination now, so I relaxed and thought about how good my dinner would taste. Finally, I arrived, and pulled my boat up into some bushes on the south side of the island. Hefting my pack, I walked up to the peak of the island, towards the camp site on the other side.

To my surprise, as I came across the hill and out from the trees into the clearing, I saw another trekker's gear. A little disappointed, I saw a tent, the ashes of a recent camp fire, and a red canoe pulled up on shore. Looking up, I saw a food pack slung out of reach of bears. Judging from the amount of stuff, I had come across another solo trekker. But where were they? Looking toward the water, I spotted a towel, a pair of shorts, and a sports bra draped over a bush. Dropping my pack and walking down towards the shore, I heard splashing. "Hello?", I called, wondering who this mystery camper spoiling my solitude could be. Then, as I came around the bushes, I saw her.

Standing naked in waist-deep water was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Her red hair hung in damp curls a little past her shoulders, framing her green eyes, a cute nose, and a small mouth. She had freckles all over her face, and on her shoulders, betelling many hours spent in bright sunshine. She had Celtic features, and appeared to be in her early twenties. She had been washing herself, and water dripped from her hair, ran around her pert breasts, and coursed down her tight stomach to rejoin the lake. She looked like a painting of a water nymph come to life, and I half expected her to magically turn her body into water and disappear. Startled, her lips parted into an exclamation of surprise. "Oh! I didn't expect to see anyone out here!" Suddenly, I didn't mind sharing the island at all.

"Um, high. I, uh, didn't mean to scare you." Not wanting to be caught staring, I turned to the bush which served as her clothes rack. "Um, do you want your towel?"

"No. I mean, sure, but in a moment." She leaned back and squeezed the excess water out of her hair, making sure to get as much as she could. The pose reminded me of magazine glamour shots, and I gave up my attempt to keep my gaze off her. With a final shake of her head, she straightened her neck and looked back at me. Maybe it was something in my eyes, but she blushed and sort of held an arm across her chest, while reaching the other toward me. I tossed the towel, and she caught it and smiled. "Thanks!" She stepped towards the shore, and I retreated to give her room to get to land. She quickly dried off, and slipped on her shorts and sports bra. We walked the few steps to the camp site as she rubbed at her hair with the towel.

"Look, I'm sorry to disturb you. I hope you don't mind. I mean, you probably came out here to be by yourself."

The girl finished with her hair, and sat down on the log which was placed beside the fire pit. I sat beside her. "It's okay. Really, I don't mind. I haven't seen anyone in days, anyway."

"Me neither. Hey, my name's Cassandra."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Erin."

"Nice to meet you, too. Hey, have you eaten yet?"

"No, I'm starved. I've been on a day trip since this morning, and I was just rinsing off some sweat before eating. Have you?"

I shook my head. "No, I've been going since this morning too. I've just been eating trail mix all day. Do you want to start a fire and make something?"

"Hey, I've got a cous cous and curry power mix with some nuts. How does that sound?"

"Great! I'll cook some dried beans. Shall I get the water?"

"Sure, thanks."

I was pretty sweaty, and my shirt was feeling sticky. Normally, after travelling all day, I would have dipped into the lake too. But I was feeling self-concious around this girl for some reason. I decided just to rinse off my face for now. Rummaging around in my pack, I pulled out a pot and my water filter, and headed down to the lake's edge. I crouched and splashed some water on my face and under my arms. It wasn't too hot out today. I held my forearms under the water for a minute to cool down, and then began to pump water through my filter and fill up the pot. As I worked, I wondered if Erin had noticed me staring at her in the lake. If so, she hadn't been acting akwardly towards me. Well, she'd probably keep her clothes on during dinner, so hopefully I could avoid acting too rudely. It might be hard, though. Erin was a beautiful young woman.

I made it through dinner with only the occasional oblique glance at her chest, still clearly outined in her sports bra. The tight clothing made it easy to recall how her body had looked naked in the lake, shimmering with water and sunlight. I thought I was being furtive, but perhaps I gave myself away, because once or twice I thought I caught those green eyes checking out my body. Don't be silly, girl, I told myself. It's probably all just in your head.

We were too hungry to talk much over our meal, but after we cleaned up we made a small camp fire and sat to watch the sun set over the trees. Erin produced a bag of chamomile tea, and we chatted about our planned routes through the park and other trips we had made. Erin told me that she had been tree planting all summer, but now that the season was over, she was taking a holiday before returning to university in the fall. I told her about my job at a youth drop-in centre, and she seemed genuinely interested. She was going to school to become a librarian, and planned to do a master's in a year's time. Erin had been camping on this island for a few days, and was to be picked up by a friend at a car access point two long day's journey to the east. She had to leave tomorrow morning to be there on time.

When you wake up with the sun, you get tired early. I was just beginning to feel the effects of the day's work, and yawned once. This set off Erin as well, and when she opened her mouth to yawn, I saw a small glint of metal in the middle of her tongue. "Hey, nice tongue stud," I said.

"Oh, thanks," she replied, and playfully stuck out her tongue so I could see it properly.

"Why did you want one of those?"

"Oh, an old girlfriend asked me to do it."

Erin watched me to see if I would flinch or act shocked. It wasn't the answer I was expecting, but it's not like it bothered me. "She liked the way it looked?"

"Well, yeah. But it's also very useful sometimes." She grinned mischeiviously. "You've never dated a girl with a tongue piercing?"

Now I was a little taken aback. "Um, no. Why do you think I've, uh, dated girls?"

Erin must have taken in my hesitant tone and furrowed brow, because she dropped her gaze to the ground. "Oh, sorry. It's just that often you can tell. When another girl is into girls, I mean. Look, I didn't offend you."

"No, that's okay, really. I just wasn't expecting that. And no one's ever asked me if I've had a girlfriend before."

"Hey, I've been wrong before. So, I guess you haven't, eh?"

When I didn't answer right away, she looked at me to make sure she hadn't offended me. Instead, she saw my look of hesitancy. I sighed, and started to explain about the girl I knew from work. I ended up telling the whole story, including how we had stayed up late the night before I left on my trip discussing our relationship. I told her about my uncertainty, and how I had been trying to figure out what to say the whole time I had been travelling.

Erin took it all in, and sat thoughtfully for a while before speaking. "So, you don't know if you can be sexual with a girl. And you don't want to make her your guinea pig. Hey, I understand that. Someone did that to me once and then decided she didn't like it. It was pretty rough."

"Maybe," she continued, "you need a test subject." She smiled at the idea. It was pretty funny, really.

"Oh, so I'll just wait to come across a beautiful woman somewhere."

"Judging by the way you looked at me when I was bathing, there's a good chance of that happening."

Whoa. This was going somewhere I didn't expect. "Well, I suppose so, but this woman would have to be attracted to me, too."

"I'd say there's a good chance of that, too."

Something had changed in Erin's tone. Where earlier she had been playful and friendly, she was now dead serious. Still I could hardly believe my ears. Surely she wasn't trying to say...

My heart was pounded in chest. "Do you mean that?"

"Yes. I do. If you don't like it, I promise I won't be offended. But are you willing to try?" I couldn't see her face very well in the fading light, but her voice betrayed how anxious she was. It slowly sunk in that this wasn't a joke.

"Yes," I whispered. I wasn't sure if she would be able to hear me over the pounding of my heart.

We had slowly been leaning towards each other over the past few minutes until I could feel Erin's breath on my face. The tension and suspense in the air was incredible. Finally, I felt her fingertips brush lightly against my cheek. She moved her hand behind my head, and pulled our lips together in a soft, gentle kiss.

It lasted just a moment. I could sense that she was afraid of pushing me too far. She didn't know how much I was comfortable with. I didn't really know myself, but I did know that I wanted to kiss her. I reached forward to hold her face in my hands, and kissed her again. This time I pulled her head towards mine, and ran my tongue along her lips.

This was all the encouragement she needed. Grasping my head tightly, she immediately responded by probing my mouth with her tongue. I could feel the metal beads on either side of the small bar bell slide around inside my mouth. None of the people I'd kissed, boy or girl, had had a pierced tongue. I decided I liked it. Running my hands through her hair, I encouraged her to continue, to kiss me more and more deeply. Eventually, we broke apart.

"Is this good for you?", Erin asked, holding me by my shoulders. I stroked her back, touched by her concern.

"You've got to be joking. What do you think?"

In the fading camp fire's light, I could see Erin smile. Instead of responding with words, she leaned forward again to kiss me softly on the lips. She leaned forward again, but this time, she moved to kiss me on the cheek. Her lips moved down my neck, kissing their way to my breasts. I was wearing a thin, loose cotton tank top. Erin kissed my right breast through the material, moving down until her lips were directly over the nipple. She kissed here again, sucking the teat through the cloth, and nibbling ever so slightly with her teeth. I began to breath deeply as I felt the electric sensations coursing through my body. I could feel a tingle between my legs. When she released my nipple, I grabbed her head and pulled it toward my other breast. I couldn't let her stop. Her strong arms reached down to pull the shirt off me, so I took the opportunity to grab her sports bra and wrest it off her. Her breasts hardly moved even though their support was gone. Fuck, she looked good. I leaned over to kiss her breasts as she had kissed mine, her panting in my ear a sign that I was doing it well.

After a minute or so, she said, "why don't we go get comfortable and do this properly?" We stood, and quickly moved to her tent, where her sleeping bag was still spread out from the previous night. Erin unzipped it and spread it open before turning to me. Standing outside the tent, she put her arms around me and looked into my eyes, pulling me tight. "Are you really sure you want to do this?", she asked me, her breath coming a little raggedly.

In answer, I nodded. That was all the encouragement she needed. She slid my hand down her taunt abdomen until my fingers were under the waistband of her shorts. Erin moved back slightly, and spread her legs to give me room to manouver. I cupped my hand over her mound, and then ran a finger along the outline of lips through her underwear. She reciprocated by sliding one hand down my back and under my shorts to squeeze my ass. Her other ran along my stomach and under the elastic of my shorts and my underwear to rest lightly on my mons. Two of her fingers began to run back and forth along the line between my thighs and the edge of my pubic area. Finally, her middle finger traced the line of my labia. I gasped. I was getting wet.

Erin put the tip of her finger in me and again moved along the length of my slit. The feelings were so equisite. Wanting to do the same to her, I put my hand under her underwear and teased her lips. By now, we were both standing with our legs apart, leaning into each other for balance. Erin's head was resting on my shoulder, and I could clearly hear her breathing as it grew faster. When I slipped my finger into her vagina, her moan encouraged me to continue my efforts.

Erin's open palm rubbed my mons and clitoris as it moved up and down, pumping her finger into my vagina. She worked faster and faster. I copied her motions, trying to do everything I do when I masturbate myself, but the feelings she was eliciting from my aroused genitalia were far better than I had ever managed on my own.

I wasn't going to be able to remain standing much longer, and by the looks of things, neither was Erin. Sensing this, she withdrew her hand. "Let's go inside", she whispered huskily. She grabbed my shorts in both hands and pushed them down off my hips, and then did the same to hers. I stepped out of my shorts, and she pulled me inside.

We lay down on our sides, and she ran her fingertips over the entire length and width of my naked body. I felt completely open to her. No part of me was hidden from her sight or her touch. She kneeled over me and began to suck on my nipples again, and then moved lower, planting kisses in a trail down my stomach. Finally, she reached my mound, where she licked me. Her tongue continued down until it reached my clitoris. She flicked it with the tip of her tongue for what seemed like ages, pausing occasionally to suck on it. Erin moved further down and began to thrust her tongue into my vagina, keeping a thumb rubbing my clitoris. I could feel the metal beads bumping into me on every thrust. She surprised me by leaning over even further and licking the space just above my anus, and finally my anus itself. None of my lovers had ever done that. Until now I had managed to keep fairly quiet, but when I felt her talented tongue fuck me in the ass, with two fingers thrusting into my vagina, I moaned, "Oh, God, yes!"

I felt an orgasm beginning to build deep within me. My hips began to shake slightly as I tried to get more of her within me. At the last moment, she moved up and sucked on my clitoris, pushing it just slighly against her teeth. This was too much. I yelled something deep and primal as my orgasm washed over me. Erin kept lightly stimulating me with her fingers until my hips stopped quaking, and then moved up and deeply kissed me again with that amazing tongue.

"That was incredible, Erin," I said. "Thank-you so much."

"Hey, no problem, girl. So, now do you think you could enjoy sex with that girl from work?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I'd say I might just enjoy it a little bit."

"Hey, I knew you were a born pussy-licker the moment I saw you."

"You know I haven't had a chance to do that yet."

"Would you like to?"

Would I? I wanted nothing more. Erin, it seemed was an excellent judge of character-- and an excellent teacher.

The next morning, Erin and I exchanged addresses and a few more kisses before she headed off. I was sad that she couldn't stay a few more days with me, but I understood the importance of her schedule. I wouldn't want her friends to think something had happened to her in the park.

We exchanged addresses, but Erin lives nowhere near me. I don't get out of town much, other than these trips, and besides, Erin told me that she had a steady girlfriend already-- and I suspected that I might soon have one, too. I had her to thank for that.

We did make tenative plans to meet on this island next summer, however. This time, we'd make sure to have a few days together. It would be nice to see her again, and not just for the sex. I really felt like I had made a new friend.

And maybe next time I would be sporting some new jewelery.

... continue reading

Flowers in the Bin

It had been six months of hell, and the fact that I was finally about to do something about it felt brilliant. As I sat on the train to Heathrow Airport I imagined in my mind what Jane's reaction would be when she saw me. The anticipation was killing me, and I was clutching my ticket to hard, as though I was scared of losing it.

Since graduating the previous summer I had been temping endlessly while I waited for the job in advertising that I wanted. Jane, who had been a year below me at the university where we met, was spending a year abroad in Australia, in Melbourne, as part of her degree. We had been together a little over a year when she left, and although neither of us had been looking forward to the year apart, this was something she had wanted to do for years, so who was I to stop her? She was staying there for the whole year, not coming back at all, as flights are not exactly cheap. We had kept the relationship alive by writing to each other the whole time and the odd phone call, when we were feeling particularly flush.

But now, I was coming to see her!! What made this all the more fun was the fact that she had no idea that I was flying over. I had been living as cheaply as I could since she left, saving everything until I could finally afford the plane ticket, and then I'd taken two weeks off and packed a suitcase. And so I found myself on the train, heading for the airport, and my heart was beating like that of a teenager about to go on a first date.

Finally I got to the airport, checked in, bought a sandwich and boarded my flight. Once in the air, I forced myself to relax. It was going to be a long flight, no point staying wound up or I'd keel over before I even got there. I made myself sleep, mainly to pass the time, but also to avoid the inevitable jet lag as best as I could. Every time I drifted off, though, my head was full of Jane, catching sight of me, running to meet me, with heavy romantic music in the background... I'd then wake and remember that my life was not a movie.

Finally, several hours later we touched down in Melbourne, and my heart began to pound again. It was early evening, but having just come from an English winter I was taken aback by the heat - it was mid summer here and I hadn't imagined it being this hot. We, the passengers, made our way through the terminal, collected our baggage, and then spread out, some being met by friends or relatives and some having emotional reunions with loved ones. When I saw these scenes I felt a pang of regret for not telling Jane I was coming and having her meet me at the airport, but these disappeared when I reminded myself how much she would enjoy her surprise. I found a taxi, and showed the driver the address I had. He loaded my baggage in the boot and we set off. "English, are you?" he asked, as we drove along. "Yep," I said. "Visiting anyone?" he probed further. "Yeah, an old friend," I told him. No need to come out to someone I'll only know for ten minutes. "I'm here for a couple of weeks." "You'll love it," he said, and proceeded to go off on an extended ramble about the wonders of Melbourne.

Finally, we arrived, and he gave me my suitcase and charged me fifteen dollars. As he drove off, I looked at the house that I now stood before. It wasn't that big, but I knew Jane as sharing with three other students. I remembered her saying that they knew she was gay, so I figured I would be warmly received. I climbed the few steps to the door and rang the bell. After a few seconds, a tall man of about my age opened the door. "Hi," I said. "Er, is Jane here?"

"No," he said, in a broad Scottish accent, "she's gone out. She didn't say she was expecting anyone." "Well, I'm here to surprise her," I explained. "I'm the girlfriend." "From England?" he said, suddenly comprehending the situation, "wow, you'd better come in." "Thanks," I replied, and hauled my suitcase inside. I quickly discovered that he was the only person home, and that he himself was going out shortly.

"Do you know where Jane is?" I asked, "only I'd like to find her." "Yeah, she's at this bar she always goes to," he said, "I can drop you off if you like... I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." "I'm Anne."

"Pleased to know you, Anne. I'm Craig." About fifteen minutes later I was on the road again, this time in Craig's car. He told me that he was doing the same course as Jane at another university, and he too was spending his year abroad in Melbourne. Shortly we pulled up to a small bar, which he indicated was the one I wanted. I thanked him, and holding a bunch of flowers that I'd bought at the airport, I got out of the car. The bar was obviously a gay one, judging by the couples entering and leaving it. With my heart beating louder than ever, I took a deep breath and walked in.

It was fairly crowded inside, and I scanned all the heads, looking for the familiar sight of my Jane. As I did so I was not looking where I was going, and I bumped into a girl leaving the bar with two drinks. Fortunately the spillage was minimal, and I apologised. The girl went over to a corner table and put the drinks down before kissing another girl on the lips - a kiss of real affection. When she pulled away, though, I nearly screamed. The other girl was Jane.

I couldn't move, I just stared, incredulous, at Jane with this other girl. She was completely oblivious of me, and had her arms around the drink carrier. Every few seconds they would kiss one another, or Jane would nuzzle her neck, and I felt as though my world had just collapsed. I wanted to say something, but no words could convey my feelings, so I just stared. After a couple of minutes, Jane nonchalantly looked around the room. In any other situation her double take upon seeing me would have been amusing. Her face went white, and the look of guilt gave me a small amount of satisfaction. She wriggled free from the arms of the girl, and I saw her mouth 'Anne'. She started to get up, and this was the point at which I turned around and walked out, almost running. When I got out into the cool evening air I realised I didn't know where to go, and my pause allowed Jane to catch me. She placed a hand on my shoulder from behind, and I whirled around, angrier than I could remember ever being.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. I nearly exploded. "I came to see you," I bellowed, "because I missed you. And this is what I fucking find? I've flown from England to surprise you, and find you carrying on with some whore!" "Let me explain," she started.

"Explain what?" I yelled, getting angrier. "Don't tell me it isn't what it fucking well looks like! What were you gonna do, come home to me and pretend it never fucking happened? Christ, I trusted you, and this is what I get?" I paused, but only for a second. "You shit. You absolute shit." "Anne, listen," she started, putting her hand on my arm, but I swatted her away. "I'm not going to listen to a word you have to say. Go and fuck the little cunt, go on." Jane didn't move, so I continued, louder, "Go on!! Fuck off Jane, you cheating bitch."

She looked at me with genuine sadness in her eyes, but I had no sympathy. I felt such coldness towards her suddenly. Jane turned around, and slowly walked back into the bar. I watched her go, then turned around myself, and started to walk aimlessly. There was a park opposite, so I thought I'd head for that. On my way I passed a bin, and tossed in the bunch of flowers I was still holding. Finally I sat myself down on a bench and began to sob uncontrollably.

It must have been some twenty minutes later that I felt someone's presence beside me. I looked up and saw a woman, maybe four or five years older than me, sitting there. "Thought you might need some company," she said softly. I couldn't respond just yet, I was still too choked up. "I saw what happened," she went on, "I guess you are the girlfriend from England."

Ten out of ten, I thought. "When Jane and Mary started getting together," she continued, "we thought you and her had broken up. It never occurred to anyone that she was going behind your back." "How long has it been going on?" I asked. "Couple of weeks, no more," the woman said. "This must be awful for you."

"It's not great," I conceded. "Anne, isn't it?" she said. "I'm Sara. Where are you staying?" "I was going to be staying with Jane, but so much for that," I sighed.

"Look, I live just a couple of blocks away," she said, "and you could stay in my spare room tonight and sort things out in the morning." I finally lifted my head and looked at Sara. She looked fairly unthreatening, and I didn't exactly have an alternative. "That's kind of you," I said, "but I don't want to put you out." "Not at all," she said, "it's no trouble." So we left the park and walked the couple of hundred yards to Sara's building. We climbed the two flights of stairs, and Sara let us in. The flat was moderately spacious and very lived in, with a fairly old looking sofa in the centre which I immediately headed for. "Coffee?" asked Sara, and I replied in the affirmative while I made myself comfortable.

"You live here alone?" I enquired. "Yep," she said, "eternally single, that's me." I wondered why. She was certainly not unattractive. She was of medium height and had a slight build, and her mid length dark hair was cut into layers. Her face smiled often and she looked like a kind person, as much as people can 'look' kind. When she finished making the coffee she sat down next to me on the sofa. "So," she began, "how long have you and Jane been together?" "Just over eighteen months," I said, though this was hardly my favourite subject at the moment. Sara detected this. "We don't have to talk about her. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No need to apologise," I said, "it's just that I so didn't see this coming. Perhaps I should have." "You are worth more than her," she said. "You don't know that," I replied, "You've only just met me." "You came half way around the world just to see her," she said, "That is such a sweet and loving thing to do. It speaks volumes." I smiled. "Maybe," I said, "but I can't be that great for her to cheat on me."

"That's her fault, not yours," Sara reassured me, "Don't beat yourself up over it." I couldn't help it though. I felt absolutely betrayed, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt the tears start to flow again, and once more I was crying so hard. Sara put an arm around me and I clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder, wanting the pain to stop. She put her other arm around me and hugged me to her, and I let out all the hurt I was feeling, all the agony, until I had nothing left. I don't know what made me kiss her. All I know is that I did, I kissed her hard, as though I needed her. After only two or three seconds she pulled back.

"I don't think that is wise," she said. "Why not?" I asked, still devoid of my usual sensibilities. "Because you are just very upset," she answered, "and I don't like taking advantage of people, and this won't make you feel any better." "Maybe not in the long term," I said, "but you are very attractive and I feel horribly unloved right now." "Sleeping with me just to get back at Jane is not going to help anyone."

"I don't want to get back at Jane, and I admit this is against my better judgement, but I couldn't possibly feel any worse and you strike me as someone who could, in fact, make me feel a whole lot better right now." "I just think..."

"Do you find me attractive?" "Well... yes." "If I hadn't just been dumped and you met me in a bar under normal circumstances, would you take me home?" "Probably."

"Well then." I smiled at her, and Sara laughed. "If this backfires on you," she said, "it's not my fault." I grinned at her and kissed her again, this time more gently. It was tentative at first as I just enjoyed the feel of her lips; they were beautifully soft. I felt her part her lips slightly, and the first touch of her tongue against my mouth, which prompted me to open my own lips and allow her access. As she started to explore my mouth I did the same.

She tasted of the coffee she had just made, with a faint hint of wine from earlier in the evening. As this kiss grew in passion and intensity I pulled her closed to me, I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. As I did so, I felt her pushing me back, so that I was lying beneath her on the sofa. She weighed little, and we fitted together very well indeed. I ran my fingers though her hair, pulling her head closer still, and at the same time I felt her hands on my hips and her knee between my thighs. I remembered that it had been over a year and a half since I last even kissed anyone who wasn't Jane and six months since my last sexual contact with anyone at all, and it all felt wonderfully new again. Like the first time ever, only with the added advantage of knowing what to do. I began to franticly unbutton Sara's blouse, and she responded but sitting up and pulling my shirt over my head.

Then she placed a hand behind my back and undid my bra ('One handed!' I thought, impressed) and then pulled it away. I could feel her eyes tracing over my skin and felt momentarily self-conscious, but this was relieved when I undid the last button and she shrugged her blouse off. I was delighted to see that she wasn't wearing a bra (all that unhitching, it only gets in the way of the fun stuff) and I pulled her down on top of me once more. By now the pressure exerted by her knee between my legs was becoming unbearable, although I probably did myself no favours by grinding against her. I needed to be touched so badly, yet at the same time the way that she was now kissing my neck felt so exquisite that I didn't want to rush her. My fingers inspected the contours of her front and back, with one hand happily coming to rest on her left breast, which was a perfect size, the ideal handful!

The other hand slipped just under the edge of her trousers, and all the while her mouth was gradually moving down my body. I was moaning softly now, at the sensations she was invoking within me. She paused at my nipples, which were standing to attention, and gently took each into her mouth in turn, before sucking harder, making me writhe around on the cushions. My whole body was tingling, but one part of me in particular, and my need to be touched was starting to overwhelm me. I started to undo her trousers, and pushed them down as far as I could. She did the same, and then got up for a second to allow me to kick off my shoes and before she removed my jeans and my knickers in one go. Standing before me, she slowly took off her own trousers in the most deliciously teasing way. When she was fully naked like me, I reached out to pull her back to me, but she resisted.

"I know how badly you want it, but I need satisfaction too," she said in a low voice. "Stay there, I'll be back in a second." She went into what I presume was her bedroom, and while she was gone I had to fight the urge to touch myself, very difficult given the level of arousal I was feeling. Fortunately she was not gone for long, and she returned with a thick double-headed dildo in her hand. Realising her intentions I smiled.

She told me to sit up on the sofa, and when I did she parted my legs to reveal my soaking pussy. She smiled at the sight, and slowly started to run first one finger, then two, up and down it, pausing only at my clit where she concentrated her rubbing a little more. Then with the other hand she brought one end of the dildo to my opening. Without waiting for permission she pushed the cock inside me, up to the joint in the centre. It must have been nine or ten inches, and combined with the thickness and the way in which I was sitting, my pussy felt so full. I groaned with pleasure as it went in.

Sara then climbed on top of me and positioned her own pussy above the other head. She put a hand on each of my shoulders to balance herself, and I guided her onto the shaft, which she expertly slid down onto. I could hear how wet she was, and I took the opportunity to run a hand up her thigh to her clit, which I stroked. She clearly enjoyed this a great deal, and started to rock back and forth, only little movements at first, but enough to move my end of the dildo inside me. The internal friction felt so good, and I too started to rock, and we established a rhythm by which whenever it moved out of her it moved into me, and vice versa.

My wetness caused the faux-cock to slide in and out of me with ease, and shortly our small movements had turned into considerable thrusts, as we both moaned, sighed, gasped and held each other so tight on our way to orgasm. The floodgates opened for her first, and she was screaming the place down as she came so hard. I was not far behind her, and I felt wave after wave of pleasure pulsating through my body. As we came together we continued to thrust harder and harder, until finally she could take no more and we slowed. Sara climbed off me, and I removed the dildo from my spent pussy. She and I collapsed together on the sofa and lay still for a while. After a few minutes though, I felt a sudden need. "Sara," I asked, "would you lick me?"

"Of course," she replied, "with pleasure! You should have asked sooner." She lowered herself to the floor and I presented my pussy to her, still wet from our earlier exploits. Slowly she started to caress me with her tongue, and I shut my eyes and allowed my body to simply enjoy the sensations. I wasn't expecting to climax again, I just wanted to feel her tongue on my pussy.

She started to lap at my engorged clit, and soon I could feel the potential to orgasm grow again inside me. I was surprised, normally I was far to sensitive after coming once to be able to do so again for quite some time, but the way Sara was working me pussy was having an unforeseen effect on me. I was pushing my pussy harder against her mouth, and she was holding onto my hips. When she started to suck on my clit I thought I would implode, but the absolute last straw was when she pushed three fingers inside me at the same time. I screamed so loudly, half of Melbourne must have heard me. Every time I thought that was all I could take, she would thrust again and my body would spasm. I had never felt so good, it was so thorough, so raw, such pure unadulterated sex.

When I finally came down, I knew that far from regrets, this was exactly what I had needed. As Sara climbed back onto the sofa with me, Jane already seemed like a distant memory. And I no longer needed her.

That was the only time I slept with Sara, though we stayed in touch for a year or so afterwards. The following day she took me to Jane's, and fortunately she was out, so I was able to get my luggage. My flight was transferred and I flew home the same day. I never heard from Jane again.

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