Gyn Visit

I was sitting waiting and briefing through a magazine. Then my gynecologist Jenny came and said "Sara?" and I got up and smiled at her and she smiled back at me. Walking towards the exam room she said "I have a doctor candidate with me today if that's ok?"

A young student from the doctor programme at the university watching everything...I did not have anything against that. "No, that's ok". The only thing that bothered me was that I actually would have wanted to dare to ask her out...which now became impossible...well, well... We got seated and she introduced me to Katarina, the student. She wasn't particularly beautiful but pretty and she seemed a bit embarrassed but happy to be there. Jenny went through the last visit and the test results that were negative.

As I had proved to have a mild infection she wanted to examine me for that. She then said: "Ok Sara, if you could please take off your trousers and your panties and lie down in the chair here?" and pointed towards the chair with the stirrups. "Yeah..." I just said. My heart was banging against my chest. I first took off my trousers and looked at them both swiftly to see if they gave my black thong panties in lace any notice. Katarina had definitely noticed them, looking away with red cheeks.

Aaaw...so sweet... Jenny saw them but didn't show any reaction. I pulled them down and stood there in front of them for two seconds (I noticed on my left that Katarina looked down at my shaved vulva) before I lay down and put my legs up in the stirrups. I was so wet I could feel it...and felt so lovely left out showing myself... Jenny sat down on a chair between my legs and Katarina stood on her left looking down at my sex. They both (!) took on latex gloves.

"I see you have shaved yourself Sara since we met the last time. That's perfectly all right of course but what you should think of is to sometimes put on a cream against infections as the hair sacks can get easily infected in this area of your body, ok?" "Ok..." God, I was so turned on by the fact that she had mentioned my shaved vulva and in front of the student thereto... Then she started the examination and I became an object for the educating of Katarina...all better than I could have expected... "First you spread the outer labia like this..." My right lip slipped back from her latex covered fingers as it was so moisty. I moaned. "Is everything ok Sara?" Jenny asked.

They both looked at me. "Yes, I'm sorry..." "It's ok Sara, any touch from any person can cause this kind of reaction [she had noticed and realised that was why I moaned!]" She turned to Katarina who blushed. "You see, many patients often lubricate during an examination because of the touch. If there is a lot of lubrication one can wipe a little bit off on a tissue..." (she went to take some tissue!) "...to make it easier to proceed." "Ok..." Katarina answered.

It was such a turn on to lie there as an object for study... With a big piece of tissue Jenny wiped me between my labia and by my vaginal opening. I could actually see a string of secretion between my lips and the tissue at one point... "When you wipe off lubrication between the labia you have to be careful so you don't rub the clitoris here [she briefly touched it with her finger!] as that is very sensitive."Katarina nodded and smiled. "Then you spread the lips and attach this tool between them so they stay open while you examine her" (she put the tool that looks like thongs/clip you know, to part my lips). "Next thing, you insert two fingers in the vagina and hold your other hand over the womb and feel for anyting abnormal." While she continued explaining for Katarina she slided the fingers back and forth in my vagina examining me thoroughly, both vagina and cervix. When the fingers massaged my g-spot I sighed to control myself and felt juice trickle out of me again. For the first time so far I actually felt embarrassed. Jenny turned to Katarina and said: "Could you take some more tissue and wipe that lubrication off?" Katarina had also seen the juice and just said "Yes, sure" and took some tissue and wiped me over my perineum and anus."Now, is it ok Sara if Katarina can examine you too?"

"Yes...sure" I smiled at Katarina. She smiled back in a friendly doctor-like way and inserted her two fingers in my vagina doing exactly the same thing as Jenny did. When she touched the g-spot more juice came out of me but this time they ignored it, although Katarina looked up at me and then down again, blushing even more. When she was ready Jenny said: "Then you insert a speculum like this" and she inserted it and screwed it out so that my vagina got stretched. "...and then you light a torch up into the vagina and you can see if everything looks ok" She lit the torch up inside me and it almost felt like a finger. I felt so exposed... They both looked inside me and they must have seen so much of my nectar in there... "Now Sara, I think I shall take a sample again from your urethra to check if it looks better now" "Ok..."

She instructed Katarina what she was doing and then took a slightly painful sample on a stick from my urethra. They took it to a microscope and told me that I could get dressed. Disappointed it was over but happy it took longer and that there were two women made me happy... After they had looked at it for a while Jenny said that she wasn't all that pleased as there were still some white bloodcells there proving that there was still a slight urethral infection.

She said she would speak to a more senior doctor for advice on how to proceed with what medication etc. In the meantime I waited outside the room. Soon a doctor came [phew, another woman...] who introduced herself as Yvonne. She was less attractive than Jenny (that's easy...) and in her early 40's. She was still attractive for her age though, quite fit, blonde with a very slight touch of grey and long hair. She asked me to come with her (Jenny and Katarina then had another patient). We entered another exam room and she asked me to take off all my clothes. I was a bit surprised, which she noticed. She explained that she wanted me to go through a breast examination too as I was already there. I didn't argue with her... Soon I stood there in my black lace panties and a matching black, thick bra with lace. I looked at her and I saw she was looking straight at me, just waiting. I took off my bra and then my panties and now stood all naked in front of Yvonne. She came towards me and said I could stand up as it was better if the breasts hung down for this examination.

She held them, one breast in each hand and then started feeling for lumps. I felt my nipples get a bit erect and I'm sure she could tell but she didn't seem to care that much. "Please lie down on your back and put your legs in the stirrups" she said. I complied. She came towards me on a chair with wheels and when she was between my legs it knocked on the door and Katarina peeked in. I was delighted... "I'm sorry [she looked at me then at Yvonne], Jenny said that I could attend if that was ok" "Is that ok Sara?" Yvonne asked. "Sure..." She came in. I noticed she looked at my breasts and at my full nudity and then looked down at what Yvonne was doing. Basically she went through the same thing again that Jenny did.

I got the feeling she just didn't trust her because she was more junior. "You really lubricate a lot in your vagina, Sara." I couldn't believe what she said! "Do you ejaculate when you orgasm?" She actually asked that! Katarina looked surprised and blushed to a bright red colour poor thing. I blushed too when I answered "Ehm...yes...sometimes" "Ok, why I ask is because some new scientific theories say that the glands involved in this ejaculation, situated by your so-called g-spot in your vagina, which is about here [she touched it in a rough way!] and your urethra, need to be emptied quite regularly, similar to the prostate for men. For them it's a question of twice a week but for us we believe it's enough with about once every second week, but just so you think about that so you don't get any implications, ok?" "Ok...but how?" "Oh, either with help from your partner or through masturbation.

For this kind of masturbation it may be a good idea to purchase a slightly bent vibrator" "Ok..." "Have you had your anal examination?" "No..." "Ok, I'll do that too and then we're finished. It may be slightly unpleasant but it's easier to get access to and feel some of your internal sexual parts that way you see" "All right..." She started instructing Katarina. "See, you take a lot of lubricating cream on one finger and then insert it slowly...is that ok Sara?" It was half way in. "Mmm...y-yes" "Just say if it hurts, ok?" "Ok..." She put it all inside me and circled it inside me and then touched downwards with a finger in my vagina. After a while she was done. Highly aroused I accepted a return visit towards the end of December to check whether the presribed medication would have given the desired effect. Aroused I walked home...desperate for release.

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Train Ride

My name is Heather, I'm 24 and a postgraduate student reading physics at Edinburgh University in Scotland. I have long blond hair, green eyes, a trim figure, and I'm quite tall at 5' 10". I know I'm attractive its obvious from the reaction I get from men and even some women. I don't let myself get tied up in worrying if my bum looks big, I'm a scientist and I love my work, besides my bum isn't big. I don't have much time for romance, I'm not a virgin but my two experiences with boys were not impressive. I do enjoy sex however, my fingers and a home made vibrator (well I am a physicist) get regular use... at least once a day.

It all started one fresh February morning I caught the train for Edinburgh at Livingston where I'm currently living. The journey should take around 30 minutes but usually takes 45, public transport being what it is in the UK. I would usually read up on my latest project during the journey, but today I had spotted an erotic book in the station shop while waiting for the train to arrive. It stirred something deep in my stomach when I saw the woman on the cover posing provocatively in a leather corset and nothing else. I couldn't help myself I had to buy it.

When the train arrived I chose the carriage at the back because it was empty and I was a little nervous about openly reading the book on the train. The seats were crammed in to maximise space in groups of three facing each other with a small gap of about half a metre between them. I sat down against a window crossed my legs and started reading. I was soon engrossed in the book, oblivious to everything around me. I began rubbing my legs together causing a delicious friction between the lips of my labia, I had to make a conscious effort not moan out loud.

I was just getting to a particularly sexy scene when I felt something gently brush my calf , bringing me crashing back to the real world. Sitting opposite me was a middle-aged woman probably in her late forties I'd guess, she had long raven black hair, a slim figure and an attractive if slightly wrinkled face.

She said nothing just smiled at me sexily and resumed rubbing her foot up and down my leg, moving gradually higher up my leg until she reached the point where they crossed. It was obvious what she wanted as she began o coax my top leg off the other with her foot. I looked around the carriage there was no one else except an elderly couple at the other end, deep in conversation. I turned back to the woman opposite, looked straight in her eyes and uncrossed my legs. She smiled and slowly pushed her foot under my skirt, brushing along my thigh, advancing agonisingly slowly.

Finally her foot reached my crutch and she began to gently slide her toe up and down my slit through the damp cotton of my knickers. I was breathing hard and my bra seemed to have shrunk two sizes. I moved both my hands up to my breasts and began to squeeze them through the material of my sweater and bra. I felt a toe begin to work its way beneath the crutch of my knickers trying to work its way into my vagina. I looked at her and she nodded removing her foot, this allowed we to lift my bum of the seat, inch back my skirt and pulled off my knickers discarding them in a damp pile on the floor. Within seconds of sitting back down and flattening out my skirt I had her big toe inside me and the others rubbing deliciously slowly up and down my clit. Just a few minutes of this and my arousal grew to the most intense feeling I had ever experienced, I was panting heavily and thought I would explode any moment.

Then the woman who I had met no more than 10 minutes ago did something I shall never forget. Just as I was about to go over the edge, she pulled out of me and stopped stroking, I gasped and opened my eyes looking straight into hers which positively glittered with desire. Then she turned her foot so that it was flat against my crutch, her leg now straight out in front of her but slightly bent. She gave me a wicked smile, then suddenly straightened her leg pushing me back into the chair and jamming her heel hard into my throbbing pussy.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I screamed as I had the most violent orgasm of my life, soaking my skirt and her wonderful foot with my passion juices.

When I finally came down from my post orgasmic high, I realised the train had stopped. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and looked back at the women opposite. She put her shoes back on and stood up. "This is my stop dear" the first words she had spoken to me. Then she winked, said "same time tomorrow maybe?" and walked out the open door. Even if I had wanted to follow her I don't think I could have stood up, I was totally drained, but oh so satisfied!

I had one of my most successful days ever in the lab that day with a constant glow of satisfaction despite having a few problems walking properly.

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A Lucky Charm

"Excuse me," the tall redhead in the light green leisure suit and matching skirt said as she stepped up to the small desk just inside the restaurant entrance.

"May I help you?" the hostess asked with a smile as she looked up from her seating chart.

"My name is Gabrielle Adams, I'm meeting Julia Logan for lunch," the thirty-seven year old replied with an equally warm smile. "Has she arrived yet?"

"Oh yes, Mrs. Logan arrived just a few minutes ago," the younger hostess said as she stepped around the small podium. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to her table."

Gabrielle followed the hostess through the small restaurant out onto the esplanade overlooking the East River. There, sitting at the next to last table was a thirty-nine year old blond.

"Gabrielle," Julia called out as she spotted her friend. She rose from her chair as Gabrielle approached and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm so glad you where able to make it. It's been much too long."

Gabrielle took the empty chair on the other side of the table, responding to the hostess's question if she would like something to drink by ordering a Pina Colada.

The hostess returned to her station, leaving a second menu on the table and saying she would send someone back with Gabrielle's drink.

"So how are you really?" Julia asked as the two friends were left alone. "It's been so long since you've even come into the city."

It had actually been seven months since Gabrielle had come into New York City from her home in the suburban town of Point Royal. A month prior to her last visit, her marriage had ended in divorce.

"I'm doing fine," Gabrielle said. "Things are going fine."

"I'm so glad to hear that," Julia replied. "Roger and I have been ever so worried about you. We've heard from Timothy of course, but barely a word from you in such a long time."

Julia Logan had been the Maid of Honor at Gabrielle's wedding. Her husband, Roger, had been Tim's best man.

"Well, I've been busy I guess," Gabrielle said, "but I'm ready to get on with my life again."

"That is so good to hear," Julia said as a young man in white showed up with Gabrielle's drink. "You're going to love this place," she added, changing the subject. "Madge Dawson told me the cuisine here is to die for."

Gabrielle thanked the boy who couldn't have been more than twenty and took a refreshing taste of the Pina Colada. As the waiter turned and headed back toward the bar, both women paused to watch him.

"Mmmm, speaking of things good enough to eat," Julia said, swirling her tongue across her lips for a brief moment.

"Julia, that's terrible," Gabrielle said in mock horror.

"Oh pooh," the older blond said back. "You can't tell me that you weren't thinking the same thing. I've known you way to long to think you've been living the life of a vestal virgin out there on the Island since you and Tim broke up."

"You make it sound like I've been holding weekend orgies," Gabrielle laughed.

"Well have you?" Julia asked, mirroring Gabrielle's horror with her own mock sincerity.

"Hardly," her friend laughed in reply, "but I'll admit that I've hardly been living a monastic life."

"Good, I was hoping it wouldn't take me too long to get you to the good stuff," Julia gleamed, "I want to hear all about it."

"There isn't really that much to tell," Gabrielle replied as she picked up the menu and scanned the day's specials. "I've been on a few dates but nothing special."

Gabrielle's answer was true enough but lacking the specifics that Julia normally thrived on. She had indeed dated a few men in her town now that she was once more available. In fact, she had even gone to bed with two of them.

Then, after she had slept with the second of them, a strange thing happened. At least strange to her. Gabrielle was still an attractive woman, a fact she was well aware of. Yet she found it surprising that the number of men showing an interest in her suddenly tripled.

It wasn't hard to learn that one, or perhaps both of her bed partners had spread the word that the newly available divorcee had a hair trigger libido. A rumor based in fact that had led to a list of men who wanted nothing more than to find out just how hair trigger it was.

Not wanting to be quickly labeled the town whore, something she had seen happen to others, Gabrielle had taken a step back to let the interest die down. Still, the desires within her remained.

If it was one thing Gabrielle had learned from her late marriage, it was that one should keep any indiscretions far from home. It was a lesson her husband had failed to learn.

A month ago, Gabrielle had gone up to New England with her daughter to visit the college Janice would be starting at in the fall. While there, Janice had run into some friends from her high school and elected to head back home with them instead of her mother. Remembering what it was like to be that age, Gabrielle had agreed.

As she was leaving the school, Gabrielle had impulsively given a lift to a young graduate student heading home after finishing his exams. The normal five-hour drive turned into an overnight trip with her sharing both a room and her body with him. She remembered it as a night far more memorable that those spent with anyone from Point Royal.

"Gabrielle?"

"What ..." Gabrielle said.

"You looked like you were somewhere else for a moment," Julia said.

"Just remembering something, that's all." Gabrielle replied.

"Must've been something pretty nice from the look on your face," Julia said inquisitively, hoping that her friend might elaborate on the subject.

Before Julia could get anything more out of her lunch guest, they were joined at the table by a third woman. The waitress who'd come over to take their order was in her mid-twenties with long jet black hair tied in a ponytail down her back and a rich olive Mediterranean complexion. She wore a simple black and white uniform, the blouse of which seemed to strain to stay closed against an impressive chest.

"Have you ladies decided what you'd like to order?" the girl whose nametag identified her as Callista asked as she held her pencil over a small pad.

Julia And Gabrielle picked up their menus and gave their orders. Julia really didn't give the young woman a second glance, but Gabrielle had become totally fixed on Callista. Or more specifically, on a bright charm that caught the redhead's eye.

A half-inch in length and gold plated if not gold itself, the charm consisted of an interlocked double female symbol. Attached to a rope chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts.



Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures. So far, having spent the night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring of her erotic adventures.

That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single. So far, her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical. Not including of course, her active imagination. An imagination that Gabrielle was sure at that moment, had just found a new subject.

After their entrees were delivered, the two friend's conversation returned to other topics. By they time they finished, Gabrielle was glad she'd come into the city to have lunch. It had been too long since she'd had a chance to sit down and enjoy herself with an old friend.

"I have to excuse myself for a moment," Julia said as she pulled a small package from her purse and rose from her chair.

"You go ahead, I'm fine," Gabrielle said as she returned to her meal.

The redhead had just finished the last of her lunch when she realized that someone was standing by her shoulder. Turning her head to the right, Gabrielle found herself once more looking right at Callista's gold pendant and the soft flesh that surrounded it.

"Can I get you anything else?" Callista asked.

"No, I think we're just about done." Gabrielle said as she realized she was staring and quickly averted her eyes.

"Don't worry sugar," Callista said in a low voice that no one else could hear as she leaned over and placed a small tray with the check on the table, "I don't mind a pretty woman taking a good look."

"I err ..." Gabrielle said in an equally low embarrassed tone as she placed her charge card on the tray. "I was just curious about your necklace. It's very striking."

"Yeah," Callista said as she picked the tray back up. "A lot of people think my necklace is pretty striking."



Julia returned to the table, passing Callista as she did. Sitting down, she realized Gabrielle had paid the check.

"I thought I was the one who invited you to lunch?" Julia said.

"You can get it next time," Gabrielle replied as she spotted Callista coming back with the receipt for her signature.

As Gabrielle signed the receipt, this time making sure that she kept her eyes in check, she noticed an extra piece of paper under the bill. Folding it in half without looking at it, she pressed it under her charge card and slid both into her purse.

"I hope you'll both visit us again," Callista said as she picked up her copy of the paperwork.

"Oh I'm sure we will," Julia said as she gathered her things. "The food was really excellent."

"Yes it was," Gabrielle agreed as she also rose from her chair.

As she did, Callista stood in front of both of them for a long moment, blocking their exit. The way she stood, Gabrielle had one long last look down the waitress's blouse. It might've been her imagination, but Gabrielle was sure there hadn't been so many buttons open a few minutes ago. Then just as quickly, she stepped out of their way and they exited the restaurant.



"Well I have to meet Roger at three," Julia said as they walked down the street, "but I still have time to share a cab with you down to Penn Station."

"Actually," Gabrielle said, "since it has been so long since I've been in the city, I was thinking that I might do some shopping before I go home."

"Sounds like fun," Julia said. "I wish I could join you."

"Next time," her friend suggested.

"As long as next time isn't another seven months," Julia insisted as she flagged down a taxi.

"It won't be, I promise," Gabrielle promised as she hugged Julia good-bye.



Gabrielle waited until Julia's cab disappeared in the traffic before reaching into her purse and taking out the note she had hidden there. Feeling as if every passerby was watching her, she unfolded it and read the hasty scribble.

"If you are really curious about my charms," the note read, "I finish up at four-thirty. Maybe we can have a drink and discuss it."

The note also had what Gabrielle took to be a cell phone number.

The thirty-seven year old had to laugh. Imagine, getting propositioned by a woman that had to be ten years younger than her at the least. It had to be a joke. Then again, that young man up at the college had been even younger than Callista and he certainly didn't think it was a joke.

Gabrielle thought about it a few minutes more then made what she was sure was the right decision. Crumpling the note into a ball, she tossed it into the nearest trash can.

"Some things, I guess," she told herself, "might be better off staying as fantasies."

Leaving her chance for adventure behind, Gabrielle headed down Second Avenue to check out a few of her favorite stores. As she shopped, the idea began to slip further and further from her mind as she found herself wrapped in the latest in summer wear.

"Thank you very much," the older man said as he handed Gabrielle back her credit card and the two boxes that contained the new dresses she had just bought. "and do have a good evening."

The statement made the redhead realize she had shopped the last of the afternoon away. Checking her watch, she saw that it was already quarter of five. Heading to Penn Station now was going to put her into the middle of rush hour.

Putting her wallet back in her purse, Gabrielle took out her cell phone to call home and leave a message for her daughter that she'd be home later than she originally thought. She was about to put her phone away when she inexplicably found herself trying to remember the phone number that was on the note.

Wondering if it was even a real number, she began to dial out of curiosity. The phone rang a few times and Gabrielle was just about to disconnect when a voice came online.

"Hello?" the woman said.

Gabrielle's first instinct was to hand up and her finger was already reaching for the red end button. It never reached it as she found herself saying hello instead.

"Callista?" Gabrielle asked.

"Speaking," the voice on the other end said. "Who's this?"

"Gabrielle," the redhead said as she realized that she couldn't remember actually giving the younger woman her name. "I'm the woman who was at your table this afternoon that you left a note with and ..."

"Where are you?" Callista interrupted.

Looking up at the street signs above her, Gabrielle read off her location. She did so in an automatic response to the question without thinking about it.

"Wait there, I'll meet you in five minutes," the dark haired girl said as she cut off the call before Gabrielle could say otherwise.

"What do I do now?" Gabrielle asked herself, wondering if grabbing a cab and heading for the train station might be the best thing she could do.



It turned out to be closer to three minutes when Gabrielle saw the dark haired woman heading down the street toward her. Callista had changed from her uniform to a short sleeve yellow pullover and dark jeans. Her ponytail was now undone and her hair hung free across her shoulders.

"Hi there," Callista said as she stepped up to Gabrielle.

"Hello," Gabrielle replied, the touch of nervousness evident in her voice.

"I was surprised you called," the younger woman said. "When four-thirty came and went I thought that was it."

"I think I was a little surprised myself," Gabrielle said, not being able to think what else to answer.

"Another few minutes and I would've been out the door," Callista said. "You're not going to believe this but I only live a block and a half from here."

"Oh, if you were going out I wouldn't want to keep you," Gabrielle quickly said, seeing a quick out.

"Not at all," Callista replied. "I was just going to do a little shopping. It looks like you were doing more than a little of that yourself." she added as she took note of the boxes at Gabrielle's feet.

"A little," the older woman said, still trying to think of what to say.

If you still want to have that drink, we can go to Demarco's just up the block," Callista said. "It's not a lez bar or anything like that if you're worried about it."

"That hadn't even entered my mind," Gabrielle said, wondering if it should've. "But now that you mention it, I think I really could use a drink."

Callista's response was a broad wide smile.



It was still early and they had no trouble getting a small table in the back of the bar. This time, Gabrielle ordered a drink a lot stronger that the one she'd had with lunch. She surprised even herself when she quickly downed it and ordered another.

"I've never done anything like this before," Gabrielle said as she took a much smaller sip of her second drink.

"You've never had drinks in a bar before?" Callista asked, a smile on her face.

"No, I've never been picked up by a woman before," the redhead corrected.

"Oh, is that what I'm doing?" the brunette asked innocently. "And here I thought we were just having a few drinks and discussing our taste in jewelry."

"Oh, I thought ..." Gabrielle started to say, then realized that Callista wasn't serious.

"Maybe we should just lay our cards on the table," Callista said. "I thought you were really cute this afternoon and felt that maybe something passed between us. Normally I don't go around trying to pick strange women up, but I had the feeling that you might've felt it too and we might have a little fun together. I'll be honest and admit that women like you turn me on. So I left you my number. If I was wrong then I apologize. We'll just call it a big misunderstanding and leave it at that."

Gabrielle took a deep breath and then a good swallow of her drink before responding. Her answer surprised even herself.

"You weren't wrong," she said. "I was staring at your breasts and thinking dirty thoughts."

"I know," Callista smiled knowingly.

"It feels good to finally say that," Gabrielle admitted.

"Then shall we go?" Callista asked.

"Go where?" Gabrielle asked.

"My apartment, silly," Callista said as she got up from her seat. "Unless you'd like to try and do it right here in the ladies room?"

"I don't even know your name," Gabrielle said as she also stood up.

"Callista Theodoropulas," the younger woman replied.

"That's certainly a mouthful," Gabrielle remarked.

"My name isn't the only thing that's a mouthful," the olive skinned woman laughed softly as she turned and headed for the entrance to the bar.

Gabrielle paused for a brief moment more, then followed the long haired woman out. Part of her, the rational, logical part, told her that she wasn't thinking clearly. That she should back off and take the time to carefully consider what she was doing. Then another part of her exerted itself, echoing the same words she had used when she had gone to bed with that grad student. "Fuck it, you only live once."

Callista's home was only a block away, the front apartment of a four-story walk-up. Moderately furnished, it was a single room studio with a small bathroom. It only took a few moments for Gabrielle to take it all in as Callista closed the door behind them.

"You have a lovely apartment," Gabrielle said as she stepped inside.

"Thanks," Callista replied as she motioned for her guest to have a seat on the couch. "It's small but it's home."

Callista walked over to the small kitchenette and opened the refrigerator door, asking as she did, "Can I get you a beer?"

"A beer would be fine," Gabrielle said, all too aware she had passed her normal alcoholic intake for a day some time ago.

As Callista took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, Gabrielle noticed a photograph on the small table behind the couch. The picture showed Callista and a blond haired girl about the same age in Central Park, their arms over each other's shoulders.

"That's me and my roommate, Lana," Callista answered in reply to Gabrielle's unasked question, holding out one of the beers as she did. "She's doesn't get home from work until about eight."

"Oh," Gabrielle simply said as she took a long pull on the bottle of cold beer. "A roommate in an apartment as small as this could also be a lover, but that wasn't a subject Gabrielle wanted to consider at the moment."

Callisita took a long drink of her own before setting herself down on the couch next to Gabrielle. A second drink followed before she put the bottle down next to Lana's photograph.

"Why don't you take off your jacket and get comfortable?" she said as she reached over to help Gabrielle take it off.

Once the light green jacket had been set aside, Callista reached across Gabrielle's chest and cupped her left breast through the white blouse that had been beneath it. The redhead's mounds were only half the size of the dark haired woman's but were impressive never the less.

"Do you mind if I kiss you?" Callista asked.

"I was hoping you would," Gabrielle replied, suddenly feeling more nervous than she had the night back in high school when she'd lost her virginity.

Callista's first kiss was soft, almost like that you would give a sister. The ones that followed became harder and more intimate, as their mouths opened and their tongues began to interplay.

As they continued to kiss a few more times, Callista took Gabrielle's hand and placed it on her own large breast. Even through the twin layers of cloth around them, Gabrielle could feel the hardness of the young woman's nipples.

Breaking the kiss, Callista reached over and began to unbutton Gabrielle's blouse, starting at the top and quickly reaching bottom. Pulling aside the folds of her shirt, she exposed the plain white bra beneath it.

Feeling Gabrielle's nervousness, Callista leaned over and whispered into her ear to just lay back and relax. Then she eased the older woman onto the length of the couch.

Climbing on top into a position in which she could straddle the taller woman, Callista leaned down and ran her hands up and down Gabrielle's body, tickling the exposed flesh as she went. Her hands converged at Gabrielle's breasts and she squeezed both softly.

"Ooooooo," Gabrielle moaned loudly as she felt her hard nipples being gently massaged through her bra.

Callista leaned down and planted yet another soft kiss on Gabrielle's lips. One that the prone woman was all to eager to respond to as she reached up and pulled her closer.

Gabrielle watched intently as Callista brought herself back up and, grabbing the bottom of her pullover, lifted it up and over her head. The red lace bra beneath it barely contained the large olive mounds it was wrapped around, the wide areolas of which were clearly visible.

Callista's hands moved to the small front clasp of her bra and slid it open, letting the thin material fall away on its own. Nimble fingers massaged her flesh, her thick nipples visible between them.

Watching the anticipation in Gabrielle's green eyes, Callista again leaned down, this time bringing her now bared breasts to just above her guest's mouth. Callista's fingers took gentle hold of the underside of Gabrielle's chin, lifting it and she brought her mounds even closer.

Gabrielle took the invitation as she reached out with her tongue and caressed the tip of her nipple. Then as it came closer, her lips closed around its entirety.

It was now Callista's turn to moan as Gabrielle sucked first one breast, then the other. The excitement of her first time making up for a lack of experience.

"Oh baby, that is nice," Callista cooed as she enjoyed the neophyte's wet touch.

She continued to enjoy Gabrielle's oral attentions for a while longer, then withdrew her ambrosia. Moving the redhead back up into a sitting position, Callista slid her blouse off totally.

As soon as the last of its sleeves rolled off her arms, Callista reached for the clasp of Gabrielle's bra and undid that as well. Just as easily, the straps of which glided down her arms as well. Her smaller mounds didn't stand exposed for long as Callista cupped them from behind and drew their bodies close once more. Her fingers stroked the pale white skin as she kissed her way along the back of Gabrielle's neck, tilting her head so that she could finish once more at her lips.

"Are you glad you called?" Callista asked as she kissed Gabrielle's ear.

"Absolutely," Gabrielle replied in a breathless whisper. "Well just enjoy it," Callista responded with a grin as she stood and guided Gabrielle to her feet as well, "because it only gets better."

It only took a few seconds for Callista to undo the clasp and zipper of Gabrielle's skirt, dropping it to the ground. The tall redhead followed her lead and did the same for the other woman's jeans. Shoes and stockings followed and in no time at all, both wore only their panties.

Callista again hugged Gabrielle from behind, then dropped down to her knees, taking hold of the waistband of the plain white underwear as she did. They too disappeared as olive hued hands ran across the soft cheeks of Gabrielle's ass.

Supple flesh that was also soon covered with soft kisses and gentle bites as Callista applied a gentle pressure that guided Gabrielle into a kneeling position with her knees on the cushions of the couch and the rest of her spread over the back. Gabrielle no longer even noticed the picture of Callista and her roommate.

"Oh God!" Gabrielle gasped as she felt Callista part the cheeks of her ass and explore the depths between them with her finger and tongue.

Again and again, the dark haired woman's agile tongue found its way to Gabrielle's most sensitive spots. Each touch sent an electric spark rushing through the redhead's stretched out form.

"Harder," Gabrielle gasped, "Oh please go harder," she added as she tried and failed to find a memory of having her pussy licked this good before.

"Harder, huh?" Callista asked as she temporarily withdrew from her task, clearly pleased with the results of her actions. "Well then I guess we'll just have to find a better position so we can do just that."

Following the more experienced woman's instructions, Gabrielle repositioned herself on the couch so that she was now sitting in a normal manner with her legs spread wide. Kneeling in front of her, Callista gently brushed the thick tangle of red hair in the center of the older woman's legs, then slid first one then two fingers deep inside of her.

"Oh yes!" Gabrielle called out in a loud voice, following her exclamation with an equally loud series of joyful moans.

Spurred on by the excited cries, it didn't take long for Callista to replace her fingers with her tongue. Not only did she repeat her success of a few minutes before, the young woman quickly exceeded them as well.

"I'm going to come," Gabrielle called out a short time later, amazed that she could ever be in a position in which she would make a statement like that to another woman.

And come she did as Callista, who had her own first experience with another woman when she was sixteen, used all the experience she had gained in the years since to drive Gabrielle over the edge. It was a moment that the no longer sapphic virgin would remember for years to come.

Her body quaked and her heart raced as Gabrielle enjoyed her first orgasm with another woman. It was all she had imagined it might be and more.

Gabrielle finally caught her breath as Callista rose from the floor and kissed her with all the passion of her just ended orgasm. Both reached out with extended tongues as Gabrielle tasted the fruits of her climax in the Callista's mouth.

"Your turn, lover," Callista purred as she broke their embrace.

Gabrielle couldn't contain her excitement as she and Callista reversed the positions they had just held. From her position on the floor, the thirty-seven year old pulled off the red lace panties that covered her prize with enthusiasm, exposing a carefully shaved pussy.

"Oh my," the redhead said as she softly ran her fingers across the baby smooth skin around Callista's pussy.

Fueled by desire, Gabrielle shed the last of her inhibitions and pressed deep into her young lover's sex with all the passion of a recent convert. Her first taste of another woman filled her as Callista's body quickly responded to her attentions.

"Oh yeah, baby, right there," Callista moaned as she helped guide her novice lover. "Oh that's it, right there."

Gabrielle might've been an amateur when it came to lesbian lovemaking, but she knew exactly what she liked someone to do to her. It was quickly turning out that Callista liked many of the same things.

Keep it up, baby," Callista cried out as she held the back of Gabrielle's head, "We're almost there."

True to Callista's prediction, it didn't take much longer at all. The orgasm that suddenly gripped her wasn't near as forceful as those brought on by more skillful lovers, but at the same time it had the advantage of being further energized by the knowledge that it was Gabrielle's first time. Callista had always had such a weakness for first timers, especially older women.

"Gabrielle, baby, that was really great," Callista said as she lifted the no longer virgin back onto the couch and kissed her one last time. "Really great."

"I don't think great really covers it," Gabrielle said as she tried to take it all in. "I'm not sure what words really do."

"Well sometimes what you feel is a lot more important than what you say," Callista said as she stretched her arms across the length of the couch.

"Well I feel wonderful too," the older woman said as she pressed her head between Callista's breasts.

"I think we better get dressed," Callista said as she glanced at the clock on the wall, her voice now containing just a touch of urgency.

"When can I see you again?" Gabrielle asked, paying no attention to Callista's suggestion.

"That might not be a good idea," the brunette said as she got up from the couch and began to pick up Gabrielle's clothes from the floor.

It took a few moments for what Callista was saying to sink in, but as Gabrielle realized the dark haired woman was looking not at her, but over her shoulder, it all made sense. Before reaching out to take the pile of clothes that Callista had picked up, the redhead turned her head just enough to look once again at the photograph on the small table behind the couch. The question she hadn't wanted to think about earlier had just been answered.

"I guess I should be going," a disappointed Gabrielle said as she accepted her clothes and began to put them back on.

"Look, Gabrielle, I really don't do this that often and ..." Callista started to explain, but was stopped as the taller woman raised her hand to stop her.

"Let's just leave it as we had a good time," Gabrielle said. "A really good time, and leave it at that."

Silence then filled the room as Gabrielle quickly finished dressing. She wished she could take a shower before heading back out on the streets but was pretty sure that wasn't an option. The idea of stopping over at Julia and Roger's before heading home presented itself as an idea for a few seconds, but then was dismissed when she considered that her friend would be all too curious as to why she needed a shower in the first place.

"I think I've got everything," Gabrielle said out loud as she checked her appearance as best she could.

"For what it's worth, you were really fantastic," Callista offered.

"Thank you," Gabrielle said, deciding that the waitress really meant it.

Opening the door, Callista was careful to stand behind it least one of her neighbors be in the hall and catch sight of her in the nude. They kissed a last time, this one brief and soft. Gabrielle was about to step outside into the hall when Callista stopped her by placing a hand on her arm.

Removing her hand, she then reached for the small gold necklace she had worn all during their lovemaking, taking it off. To Gabrielle's surprise, she held it out to her.

"I want you to have this," she said.

"I couldn't," Gabrielle said.

"Please, it's not like it's real gold or anything like that," Callista insisted, "but it would at least be a memento of your first time ... and maybe of me too."

"Okay," Gabrielle finally relented as she took the offering. "I'll keep it as a memento then,"

As she watched the door to Callista's apartment close behind her, Gabrielle could still taste the fruits of their mutual orgasms in her mouth. It was a nectar that would stay in her memory a long, long time.

An hour later, on the railroad heading home, Gabrielle took the small necklace out of her purse and looked at it once more. On careful inspection, it really was a cheap little thing. Still, she wouldn't have traded it, or what it represented, for any other piece of jewelry she owned. From now on, this was going to be her lucky charm.

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From Tokyo With Love

I got dressed into my "predator pants", tight flares that hug every curve, so low below my waist that my thong keeps creeping to view, enticing people with visions of lacy delicate fabric containing a sweet forbidden fruit...well anyways; these pants screamed, "I'm horny." Ahh the power a women holds. I splashed on some Chai Tea fragrance I had found in some hippy-beauty store in Frisco. People love the smell of this, earthy and sweet, enticing. Ok it was almost 10:00; any minute now people would be arriving. Opening the wine bottles, lining them up on the bar like beautiful art pieces, as they glistened from Christmas lights aligned like stars on the ceiling. Place some cd's in the stereo... some good techno- some "darude"- some girly songs like "fallin"..."I will survive", some Ani...drag in the old dusty loveseat from the den, place a sarong-type fabric swath over it, take a deep breath in out in out.

Knock. Knock. Like a procession of concert go-ers, the door yawned open to usher in a mass of faces, like a kaleidoscope. Do I look ok? Are people glad to be here? Oh, hi, yes I know you, from Political Theory class last year, right? Yea that Prof was a crackpot. You, over there, what's your name? Wanna drink? Merlot? Chardonnay? Splash of red. Rose. Diamond white. Feeling the blissful tingles as they wine intoxicated me, Dionysus, Goddess of Wine. I stand back and observe the party from the hallway. My party. Tomorrow we all start packing to go home for the summer, graduate, whatever. And then, I see her. Her hair is silky black, to her breastbone; her steel blue-black-blue eyes shine like sapphires in the light of wine and merrymaking. I had never seen her before, or anyone like her for that matter. Cream colored skin, with a hint of caramel, delicate, but curvy body...36B breasts? Yes. Delicate clothes that looks like they would turn to dust if you handles them. Clinging. To. Her. Skin. Long eyelashes flirting and caressing her cheek, exposing those blue-black-blue eyes...cat eyes? Maybe she is Asian. She is all alone, even if in such a huge crowd. Looks lost, but somehow, beneath that, happy. Angelic. I walk up, introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Erin, and you?"

She shyly smiles, blink a long flirty long sexy blink, says "Aiko. Aiko. Yes." I can tell she is uncomfortable with English. I offer her wine. She starts to decline. "It's good. Try" I saw, offering her a sip from my glass. We depart, and a friend of mine grabs something from my room and runs into the crowd laughing. She has found a pornographic magazine I had hidden under the bed. I turn bright red as a so-called "friend" starts reading articles about lesbian encounters, and suddenly I am running fast frantic fast, and I slam my bedroom door, rattling the pictures on my wall. I collapse into my bed crying. Grasping my pillow. Mumbling nasty comments under my breath. Hitting my pillow.... stupid me. Why must I like girls? I should have hidden that magazine. Now everyone knows. I am a freak. I hear my door creep open and I mumble, "go away". I hear a whisper "Oh, me.... So sorry. I go." I pry open a tear swelled eye and switch on my lamp. "Aiko?" I see the not lit silhouette turn to me, walk over, grab my hand. Delicate. Soft. Caressing hands. "Why they laugh at you, I not sure. I saw you run here, sad." I start to turn the other way; afraid she is somehow mocking me. She delicately grabs my side. Looks at me with sorrow. "Ok. I...I...like girls. I.... I.... no one can know.

They will hate me. I hate me. Why Me? I-" "You like girl. I never am with girl. No boy. Not know of thing like this." She gives a subtle pleading look at me. I reach into my dresser and pull out another hidden magazine. I suddenly am reading her an erotic story of lesbians having a clandestine relationship of kissing and heavy petting. I start to masturbate while reading it, unaware of what I am really doing. Aiko looks at me and I stop. What was I doing? I've been caught. But n. Her eyes are wide and a smile slowly creeps onto her beautiful delicate exotic face. Her eyelashes flirt with me. I see her take off her skirt, and I see her little white bottom, like tow half moons, no, more beautiful than the moon. She turns around and climbs into bed with me. I gently kiss her on the forehead. Cheek. Lip. Neck. Ear. Nibble. She giggles. I reach down and touch her pussy, it is warm and wet, leaving my fingers glistening to sweet dew which I take to my lips, now covered in her sweetness, and kiss her gently, tasting her salty sweet mouth pussy mouth mixing swirling in my mouth, dancing on my tongue. I deftly unclasp her blouse, unclasp a simple but lacy bra, her breasts tumble towards my waiting hands as I caress rub my tongue begins its dance on her hard, rose-colored nipples.

She gives a slight moan. Suddenly I'm grinding against her pussy with mine, hungrily nibbling her soft lips, exploring her mouth with my tongue, wrestling with her tongue which tickles and I feel tingles down my spine. She grabs my chin, plants a kiss on my lips and whispers "your shirt. In way, take off". I eagerly do as she says, she grabs at my thigh, inner thigh, and she must feel my throbbing clitoris from here. She places her warm wet soft tongue on my nipple, and inserts her soft delicate finger into my pussy. Pulls out. Presses her wet pussy against mine, rubbing, out sweet juices mixing swirling. Moaning, nibbling. Tingling. I feel warm, building up, my body tingles more, my thoughts meander and I feel like I am weightless, no, hot, no throbbing down down pump pump blood rushing down down down she is going down on me my God! Ohhhh!!!!!!! I am licking her sweetness she licks mine I feel a wave and hear a moan.

She is moaning I am cumming hot waves ecstasy she is in ecstasy. We collapse. Sweaty. Satisfied. She gathers her clothes. Gets dressed in front of me no don't get dressed I want to see your body again, your beautiful skin, I feel a kiss land upon my lips, gentle, and you let your hands touch my chin, your lips pull away away as your hand trails gently down to my toes, you look at me with desperation. You are far away now, at the door. "Goodbye, America. Home now. It was fun" you wink a flirty lashed wink and the door closes it is dark I am alone grab my pillow, smell your smell left on it, grasp it tightly never let go I fall asleep, hearing soft music fade into the silence of dreams.

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Afternoon at the Gym

I was at my local gym one afternoon, swimming in the pool when I noticed a beautiful fit looking girl walk in. She was slightly taller than me, with blonde hair and the sexiest legs I have ever seen. The pool was empty except for the 2 of us so I spent the rest of my laps fantasising about lathering her up in the showers later on. Of course this was entirely in my mind, although it did make the remaining laps go by relatively quickly.

I got out of the pool and headed for the showers, she had only been in the water for 5 minutes so I knew there was no chance of her getting out to follow me, only in my dreams.

I took off the wet swimsuit and stood under the shower, there was no one else in the gym at that time of day, which is why I often came down. My boss was really lenient and let me have my lunch break whenever I wanted it.

Standing there with my eyes closed thinking of this girl I started to lather myself with the soap. It felt really nice and whilst washing my breasts I pretended that those hands were hers, they travelled down my body to my throbbing pussy, it seemed like a life time since the last time it was touched by someone other than myself. I heard a noise and looked up to see her showering opposite me, without her costume on she was even sexier than in it. She had a shaved pussy which looked delicious, I could hardly stop myself from staring at her. I noticed her smiling at me; in fact she couldn't seem to take her eyes from me. I realised that I was still playing with my pussy, embarrassed I turned to face the wall and started washing my hair.

As I was standing there I felt hands on my breasts and looked down to see they were her long fingers caressing them, I just stood there letting her feel me. She moved her hands downwards towards my pussy which was now so wet and throbbing that it was all I could do to not moan.

I lifted up a leg for easy access and leant it on the side of the shower room; she came round to the front of me and knelt on the floor, her mouth enveloping my clitoris. She told me that she had noticed me going into the gym and searched everywhere before finding me in the swimming pool, 'I've been waiting to taste you for nearly an hour now so just do as I say and you'll be in heaven before you know it'. I had no objections with this and was looking forward to what was in store for me but a member of staff who had just walked in interrupted us.

The girl stood up and we both turned round to face the staff member, she gave us both towels and told us that we had violated the rules and to follow her. We wrapped up and were taken through a door, which lead up to an office with a massage table in. She asked us what was going on and the girl spoke 'This woman has such a sexy body and beautiful pussy that I just couldn't help myself'. The woman looked at me and said, 'I have to see this for myself, take off your towel'. I dropped my towel and stood there naked with the 2 women staring at me. She came over and started to run her hands over my body, 'I can't get a good enough look at your pussy, get on the bed and open your legs'. I obeyed thinking that this was the best punishment that I had ever had. She then said to the other girl 'So you fancy her do you? You want to taste that pussy do you?' the girl greedily said that she did. 'Go over there and eat her pussy, I want to watch you eat her and you'd better do it well, that's a pussy you can't waste'. The girl came over and climbed on the bed, she took her hands and pushed my legs far apart, she buried her face between my legs and started lapping at my cunt. The other woman walked over to the bed and climbed up too, she straddled my face and as I looked up I saw that she was wearing nothing underneath her skirt. She lowered her pussy onto my face and I gratefully ate her too. The woman was leaning over me, her hands parting my lips and the girl was sucking and licking my clit and lips, the girl entered a couple of fingers into me and started fucking me, the woman then put a couple of fingers in too, before I knew it I had both of them fucking and sucking me, it felt so good. I rammed the woman's cunt down further onto my face, she was dripping with wetness, I'd never seen anyone so hot in my life, I sucked and fucked her harder and harder, the more I did it the more she fucked me. I could feel myself about to come, I screamed and slammed my fist into her pussy, nibbling on her clit at the same time, she came and at the same time the two girls were doing the same to me, my pussy contracted and I had the most amazing orgasm ever.

The woman climbed off of me, as did the girl and I sat up dazed but incredibly satisfied. She told us that we could go now and that we would get the same punishment were we to ever be caught doing that again. I went downstairs to get dressed and have been back to the gym every day since then hoping that it would happen again but unfortunately until now I've not set eye on either one again.

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Shaking Robin's Feathers

Carrie ventured into the local music store "Robin's Music Exchange". She walked in and rang the small bell on the counter. A young man walked up and introduced himself. "My name's Ray how can I help you?"

"Yeah I need a new G-string" "Well Victoria's Secrets is just down the road" he joked. Then a woman's voice spoke. "Oh Ray shut up. You should be leaving to pick up those flyers for the store anyhow"

"Ok fine I'll go" he said and left. As Carrie watched him leave she noticed who had spoken. A beautiful young woman stepped up. She was wearing black suit pants and a white shirt with a thin black tie. Her sleeves were rolled up and the outline of her black bra could be seen.

"Sorry about the outfit" she explained "but I'm Robin, I own this place so I had to go to this formal breakfast this morning" "Oh I don't mind. Sure beats my wonderful dress sense." she looked down to see her own jean shorts and Hawaiian shirt. "You look beautiful. So you said you need a G-string" "Yeah my old one broke while I was in the middle of a gig with my band"

"Well we got some in the back. Come on with me maybe you'll see somethin' else for your band" Carrie followed her in to a large room with boxes stacked from floor to ceiling. She began playing an electric piano as Robin came back with the string. "Well here ya go"

"Great thanks, I wish I could repay you though. See I left my purse at home" "Well I was putting some stuff away you could help with that" "Sure anything"

They worked organizing the many boxes of instruments. As they finished Robin tripped and pushed Carrie on the floor and fell on top of her. She slowly leaned down and kissed her. "I'm sorry about that I just-"

Carrie leaned up and kissed her just as softly but much longer. She pushed her tongue deeper inside Robin's mouth. Robin accepted the gift and ran her hands through Carrie's long blonde hair. They both stood up and kissed more. Carrie backed away, unbuttoned her shirt, and unhooked her bra. Robin took of her tie and looped it around Carrie's waist pulling her towards Robin. Robin kissed down her neck as Carrie unbuttoned Robin's shirt exposing her black lace bra. Carrie grabbed the tie restraint and through it aside. Robin continued downward kissing Carrie's soft breasts and sensitive nipples.

She moaned as Robin gently bit at her nipples. She grabbed her head and lifted it for another passion filled kiss. Then Carrie slowly moved Robin down to the ground. She slowly took of her shorts revealing a purple G- string. She crawled on top of Robin and kissed her as her hands slid under her and removed her lace bra. She moved down kissing her breasts and, with her shirt pulled open, exposed stomach.

She sluggishly removed her pants that covered up a pair of black panties. Carrie moved the thin clothe aside and stuck her tongue out to lick her snatch. Carrie removed the panties after tasting Robin. She slid her tongue all along the outside of her hole and finally plunged it deep inside of her. Robin moaned as Carrie's expert tongue did its work gliding in and out up and down pleasing her very much. Carrie delicately worked three fingers inside her cunt. She pushed and pulled them slowly at first but gradually increased her speed.

Robin was in ecstasy. The combined power of Carrie's three fingers and her professional tongue was more than enough to pushed her over the edge. Robin pushed Carrie's head in her pussy as she came violently squirting her juices all over Carrie's gaping mouth. Carrie stood up and took of her G-string. She walked over and sat on Robin's face straddling her. She used her hands to spread Carrie's lips apart. Robin snaked her tongue inside Carrie's awaiting vagina.

She shot it in and like a small flesh-colored bullet. She reached her thumb in and stroked her clit with it. Carrie rammed her middle finger up her ass as Robin ate her out. She was reaching up and kissing Carrie's clit and flicking it with her tongue. Carrie moaned in response. Robin drove her tongue as deep as she could inside Carrie's hole. She sensed Carrie was close to orgasm and shoved two fingers inside her. Carrie bucked at this feeling and sprayed Robin's face and breasts with her nectar. They collapsed next to each other and kissed softly. They both stood and dressed. Carrie took her G-string and left. They agreed to meet again soon.

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One Night Stand

I don't know why I was there that night. I mean, I don't even like bars. They're loud, they reek of cigarettes, and people go there to grope and not hold meaningful conversations. When they do talk, they are invariably strident and inane, particularly after the inevitable beers have had a chance to kick in.

But I went anyway that night, not really knowing why I was there. And as always, the music was too loud and the air was too stale. The music really does suck at this bar. It's the only queer bar in town, and that means that it has to play the music with as broad an appeal as possible, and somehow cater to both the middle-aged gay men who sip draft beer while making passes at each other, the middle-aged dykes who shoot pool while making passes at each other, and the younger crowd who cavort to dance music while making passes at each other. The only mitigating factor in this was the theme nights they constantly held, but even if it's the night for depressing Goth music or the night for gaudy drag shows, it's still the only place in town to go if you're a dyke.

So there I was at one in the morning, a little tired on my feet and with a little ringing in my ears, still moving to the music I had been thoroughly bored of an hour ago. And then, Liz and I somehow caught each other's eye.

I should explain about Liz. She's... well, I'll start with her appearance. She's close to 6 feet tall, and is built like a brick shithouse. She's one of those people who you just know doesn't worry about being caught in a dark alley. She had recently taken to shaving the sides of her head, leaving a wide strip along the top. She wore several large silver rings through various parts of her ears, a silver barbell through her labret, and had a tattoo of a vine up her shoulder blade and down her bicep. She generally wore tank tops with jeans and a belt with enough metal in it to replace any given major automobile engine part. On her feet, of course, were a huge pair of what a British friend of mine calls "fuck-off boots". If it weren't for the breasts, which were large in proportion to the rest of her, you'd have thought I was being stared down by a particularly mean looking NFL linebacker.

Liz is a veritable force of nature and kinda legendary in the local dyke scene. Her "day" job is working as a bouncer at a big meat market dance club downtown, and she teaches jujitsu on the side, mostly for kicks. She and I knew each other from around town, but we'd never been that close. I had seen her stalking her prey in this bar many times, but has always dismissed it as another alcohol-fuelled hormone binge on behalf of the more than willing participants. But then, she'd never turned that gaze on me.

When she did that night, I felt like I had been hypnotised. Maybe the general air of sexual tension in the bar that night had become too much for me, or maybe she was exerting some kind of pheromone I was powerless to resist. I don't know. I just know that after our eyes met I was only thinking about her body.

God, she looked hot that night. She was such a physical being, especially now, covered with a sheen of sweat that coursed down the channel between her breasts, and with an animal leer in her eye. I'm really not that kind of girl, but I seemed helpless to resist the sheer lustful force of that gaze. Like some sort of lesbian Rasputin, she had cast a spell on me.

Without even noticing, I had drifted closer to her, like a fly circling a candle. My feet carried me towards her as though she were reeling me in on a line. Before I knew it, I was at her side, and kissing her.

Her hands were on my shoulders, and then my breasts, as we stood kissing beside a speaker. Still moving a little to the music, I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue in as far as I could, as I felt hers attacking mine. Her hands were roughly squeezing my breasts, and then my ass. She pulled me in further, and began to rub my crotch against her thigh.

My head was thrown back to reach hers above me, and my hands clutched at her breasts. I was so carried away with what she was doing to me that I hardly noticed as she undid my blouse on the dance floor, leaving me exposed above the waist but for a silk bra. Liz ran a finger along my lips and then into my mouth, where I eagerly sucked it, and then used it to circle my nipple, before pinching it and pulling on my breast. All the while, she was grinding my pussy into her, until I was half straddling her mammoth thigh.

We fell into a rhythm with the continuous pulse of the dance music. With every beat she would pull me up along her leg and then let me fall down again, sliding down her on my cunt. Each time she did, I would grab at her tits, and soft moans would escape my throat. The affect she was having on me was very clear, and this in turn encouraged her to grab at my ass and breasts even more, using them to drag me up her leg again. Through all of this, our mouths were locked on each other, sucking and kissing for all we were worth.

If I was told before that night that I would orgasm in public surrounded by people, I never would have believed it. I would have been mortified and embarrassed. That night, though, I seemed completely incapable of sober second thought. My clit was being stimulated and I was ready to burst. Finally, I clenched my legs around hers, and reached behind me to pull her leg up between mine. Liz saw the change in me and jabbed her leg up harder than before, and pinched my nipple viciously with one hand. It was too much, and I climaxed, digging my nails into her back.

Before I had really recovered, Liz took me by the hand and pulled me towards the women's washroom. It being a small bar, there were only two stalls, and nobody was in them. Some femme was checking her lipstick in the mirror, but with a nod of her head Liz motioned her out the door, and locked it behind her. With that, she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the wall, kissing me fiercely. Her hands were all over my body, grabbing and prodding, and it was all I could do to hang on, still not recovered from my orgasm. I felt a touch on my inner thigh, then a grope which reached under my bra and pushed it away, and then a hand holding my head against the wall so she could kiss me. A hand reached up under my short skirt to cup my mound, and then without warning I felt my thin cotton underwear suddenly pulled and ripped in two. I saw a flash of a pocket knife in one hand. Liz had cut through from the waistband to one leg hole, and she immediately did the other as well. My panties fell to the floor, a useless rag.

I was already wet again, and the method of my undressing only made matters worse. Liz reached up and inserted two fingers into me with her left hand, rubbing my clit with the side of her thumb, while the other fumbled at her belt. She finally got it open, undid her fly, and pulled down the waist of her boxers. Looking down, I saw a huge black strap-on dildo spring up from her waist.

I was desperate for more stimulation at this point, so I hurriedly spread my legs wider apart and moved my hips towards her strap-on cock. Liz held me up against the wall, and I caught on to her phallus and helped her guide it in me. As soon as I got the tip in, she slammed her body forward, driving it high up inside me. She proceeded to penetrate me as though she were a piston in a race car, fucking me deep and hard. The ribs along the sides of the dildo were driving me crazy, and I couldn't take much more of this. Once again, my fingernails dug into her back as I cried out from her ministrations, much more loudly this time.

The fucking seemed to both go on forever and be over in a heartbeat. Gasping for air, grasping at Liz's back and arms as she pinned me against the wall, I felt the most powerful orgasm of my life slowly building to a fevered crescendo. Liz was pumping as fast as she possibly could by now, and was herself becoming carried away by the effects of the other end of the dildo, buried deep within her and rubbing her own clit with every thrust. She would soon climax too. Not soon enough though, because the dildo had already brought me to the edge of orgasm.

My orgasm racked my whole body and tore out of my throat with a primal, guttural scream. My legs spasmed, unable to support me at all, although I was going nowhere with Liz's arms holding me to the bathroom wall. I felt like every muscle in my body was clenching at once as my back arched in ecstasy and exhilaration.

However, Liz wasn't done yet. She hadn't reached her own climax, and so she kept pumping as frantically as before, agonising my hypersensitive clit, which was given no respite. It seemed like I was there for hours, stretched there out against the wall whimpering as she continued to pound her phallus into me, as my body still somehow was kept on the edge of my climax. Just as I thought I would faint from her efforts, Liz shuddered, and pushed into me as deeply as she could one last time.

Still inside me, Liz gave me one last, deep kiss, and then released me. I almost fell to the floor, but caught myself in time and stood, my heart still racing. She buckled up her jeans, and I managed to do up my blouse. I can't believe I just did that, I thought, and wandered over to the mirror to inspect the damage to my makeup. Liz turned to go, unlocked the door, and then paused at the door. Looking back, she smiled at me and said, "Thanks. You were pretty good."

"You too," I replied.

"Later," Liz answered, and with that was gone. Those few lines were the extent of all that we had spoken to each other that night. Which just goes to show, that there's no point at all in going to a bar if you're looking for conversation.

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The Best Present Ever

I first realized I was into after watching my first porno. I was 10 years old and couldn't sleep. I snuck downstairs and turned on the TV. Little did I know what kind of shows were on at 3 in the morning. The movie I saw had to highschool girls having sex with a janitor. The janitor was young and hot but it was those two girls sucking and kissing one another that turned me on. I felt so terrible about it I hid the truth from myself and everyone else until this year.

I finally admitted it to my friend Nick. I was so scared he would yell or scream or disown me. Instead he offered to take me to Big Earl's, a female strip club.

"No better way to find out."

I laughed so hard, but admitted he was right. He said he'd pick me up in 10 minutes. I ran around the house looking for somethin suitable to wear to a strip club. Ever time I thought about it i laughed. I left a note for my parents sayign I was going out with some friends and waited for Nick. He arrived, right on time, and we were off.

We talked about various things on the drive there, mostly what was new and exciting in our lives. Then I saw the lights of Big Earls. Nick told me this was my graduation present with a smile. I smiled, more into the idea then he knew.

We paid our way and walked in. I was shocked! this was nothing like I pictured it. The lights were mainly blue with a few spot lights. Nick and I sat down at an empty table. I looked around like a kid in a candy store. All around me were nearly naked women. Bambi came up and took our drinks, giving me a small wink. I was amazed at how no one made any comments about me being there.

I imagined all these hot girls going home to their boyfriends- their hands all over their girl. Fucking their girlfriend. The guys here could look but only the boyfriends could take them ito exstacy. I wanted so much to be with one of them. Her name was Tiffany. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful breasts. She wasnt a small girl, infact she was a "real woman" with curves and hips. Not many of the guys paid attention to her, until I saw her take the stage. She wrapped her thighs around the pole and did what I can only describe to be breath taking. Her body contorted around the pole, her hair draping over her tan skin. Even Nick noticed her and drooled along with the rest of us. When he song was over we screamed and clapped for her. It was amazing.

I was off in my own world when Nick called over Tiffany. I blushed as she started to give him a lap dance. I might be bi but I'm also modest. Nick was whispering in her ear while I watched some girl pole dancing. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Tiffany's large breasts right in my line of vision. I giggled a soft "hi" as she started her dance. Her leg was placed on my shoulder, giving me quite a view. Nick had another girl but was laughing at me just sitting there. I saw him out of the corner of my eye and did what he was doing. I ran my hand up and down Tiffany's thigh. She straddled my lap and ran her hands through my hair. I was acting like a fool, shaking and giggling. To be honest i dont remember much about my lap dance other than it really turned me on. It seemed like forever but I know it was only a minute or two. When it was over Tiffany winked and said have a nice night. I blushed deep crimson- I know both she and Nick saw it.

We spent the next few hours watching the girls. Tiffany was around but I was too nervous to get another dance. Nick and I realized just what time it was and we grabbed our coats to leave. As we walked out, Tiffany was clocking out. Nick smiled and walked off as I walked up to Tiffany. I looked her in the eyes and kissed her lips. It was soft, short, and sweet. I smiled and walked off. That was by far the BEST present.

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My Celebration of Freedom

The apartment was finally mine. I just saw her off at the airport and came home to look at my roommate- less haven for the next three weeks. Three weeks by myself, my time of absolute freedom. And tonight I was going to go in search of someone with to share the exhilaration of an empty apartment that I was feeling. Since I had not even had a date in the past two months, and the only girl who had approached me had just come off of a relationship with one of my friends, it was not looking too good for my celebration.

So, along with some friends, I headed out to the once-a-month dyke dance that the boys decide to give us. This was a crowd that I went out with often, we visited bars about once a week, usually just to chill, have a few drinks, watch the women, and talk about what was going on in our lives. I'm one of those people that have never really tried to pick anyone up in a bar or club, but tonight I was inspired! I was feeling liberated, and that feeling always made me horny as all hell and I needed someone to help me release my feelings. So we headed out to the club, and with us for the first time was a friend who was just beginning to come out. Shana had always been questioning and we all knew, but she was taking it awful slow, so this was the first time we had gotten her out with us. And her goal tonight was also the same as mine, picking up the cute women that were bound to be there.

As we entered the club, we walked through wall-to-wall women. There were beautiful lesbians everywhere, all bumping and grinding to the latest hit by destiny's child. It was such a gorgeous sight and I was almost tempted to stick with my usual agenda of just sitting back and watching the women have fun. But tonight I was determined so I just kept repeating that to myself over and over. Shana was also resolved, and before we knew it the rest of the group was making bets on us: who could pick up a girl the fastest, who would pick the best-looking, who would go home with them? Now that it was on, we both stood at the bar for about five minutes, nursing a beer and purveying the scene.

Shana was definitely a newcomer, she had her eye on this cutie dancing by herself in the middle of the floor. Now I know these types, they've always got some girl who's sitting at the bar watching their act. This is the same girl that brought them there and will end up taking them home and fucking the hell out of them. But there's some things you can't convince people of, so she went off to learn her lesson, hopefully at least having a good time dancing while being part of that woman's act.

Now myself, I couldn't get my eyes off of this younger girl, probably about 20 with long brown hair, an hourglass shape and beautiful breasts. I shouldn't have been looking at her seeing that she was draped by this other women, a little older and a lot more butch, but definitely just as cute. The thing that kept my attention though was both the picture that they made (as I said, I usually just like to watch the women together, it just always makes me happy), and the fact that the younger girl kept looking over and smiling coyly at me. Well I decided that I had to find out what this was about, so I walked on over to them. Upon reaching them, I focused only on the girl. "Why do you keep looking over my way?" I inquired. "Because you look like someone I could have fun with." "And where does she come into this?" I said while gesturing to the women behind her who at the moment had both arms around her and was lightly stroking her inner thigh with one of her hands. "She wants whatever I want, and I want you."

Well this was more than I was even looking for, but I wasn't about to complain, so I asked them to give me a few minutes while I went and said bye to my friends. I walked back over to where my friends were waiting, told them what was up, won all bets hands-down, told them to comfort Shana who was just beginning to get the idea that this woman was not at all about her, and went back to find the two women. Meanwhile they had moved back to the dance floor and were putting on quite a show. There was not a single space between them as they moved together, and I finally got a view of the younger women's ass, I was wanted to get my teeth on that tonight!

We left and decided to go back to the older women's townhouse, with me and the younger woman following her in case I got lost. As soon as we got in my truck it started, all of the sudden my armrest was put in it's upright position and she was basically sitting on my lap. My pants were subsequently unbuttoned and unzipped and she tested to see if her and her partner's dancing had achieved its desired affect. Well it had, and between her nibbling on my ear and making sure with two fingers that my excitement never ebbed, I barely made it to the townhouse in one piece.

As I got out of the car, my pants still undone, the other lady came up and slammed me against the truck. She pinned me there with her hips, her one strong hand grasping both of my wrists above my head. She turned to her partner and asked, "Is she ready?" Her partner happily nodded and the older women began ferociously kissing me. She forced my head hard back against the window, her tongue deeply probing, her other hand feeling to see if my nipples were as excited as the rest of my body. She finally released me, nibbling on my bottom lip and giving a hard squeeze and twist of my left breast before shoving her hand into my pants and grasping the material and leading me to the door in which her partner had already disappeared.

Once inside I was shoved in to a close chair and roughly relieved of my pants and underwear. The older women knelt in front of me, and grasping my ass, pulled me up to meet her. Her tongue ran over my already dripping pussy, tasting each inner and outer fold before finally doing a circular pattern around my clitoris. I was grasping onto the arms of the chair, already feeling the presence of an orgasm inside of me, desperate to escape after being teased for so long. She must of realized that it would not take much to set me off, for she stayed away from any direct contact with my clitoris, instead just licking near the edge of it, driving me wild. All the while, she had been kneading my ass, her fingers drawing ever closer to that sensitive hole.

Just when I thought the intensity of it all was too much, she stopped everything. I moaned and looked up to see the younger there, stark naked except for a nice size strap-on. She came around to me, bent down, kissed me and asked, "Are you enjoying yourself?" Still not able to speak, I moaned again and grabbing her ass, pulled her on me and began kissing her breasts, roughly licking from the outside in and sucking on her hardened nipples. She began to give sounds of pleasures and then seemed to catch herself. "Stop!" she warned. "Come over here and get down on all fours" was the next command as she pointed to a shag rug. I quickly hustled over to where she pointed and got into the desired position. She came up before me, knelt down, kissed me again, and then standing up quickly forced the dildo in my mouth. I found myself giving her a blowjob, something I never figured I'd do, and enjoying it. Meanwhile, the older woman had come up behind me and was again licking at my privates. This time though she began to use her fingers first inserting two and then three into my ready vagina. While she was pumping me for all she was worth, she brought her tongue to the attention of my asshole, licking around the periphery of it, all up and down the crack, before getting down to serious business. She had her nose firmly in my crack and was driving her tongue deep in my hole while still fingering my vagina. I was going crazy, being stimulated in every possible way at once. To my dismay they stopped again before I had a chance to release my excitement.

The younger pulled out, said I had done an excellent job, and could I do as good work on her partner? So the older women came before me and laid down spread legged while I got my first taste of one of them. The younger one had moved behind me and easily slipped her dick into my waiting vagina. She pumped vigorously for a few seconds before yelling to her partner "Was I right in observing that she enjoys her other hole even more?" The older woman, under the assault of my prying tongue, was only able to vocalize a low moan, which the girl correctly took as a yes. So she plunged her dick in one more time to fully coat it, and then backed up and slowly but forcefully pushed it into my asshole. She then gathered up steam and repeatedly rammed me hard until I could finally stand it no more, and sucking on the other woman's clitoris, came hard. This brought the older woman over the edge, seeing her partner fuck the ass of someone else while she got sucked by the same person, and she gushed all over my face. I curled up in a ball on the rug, thankful for the release I had just gotten. The two women disappeared into a bedroom to continue love-making as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later and let myself out, realizing that I had never gotten their names, and that I had spent my first night without a roommate in another apartment. Obviously I was going to need to go to another bar soon so as not to waste this rare opportunity.

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Morning Star

"Let's take a break," said Sitara with exhausted voice as the last tones of the song died out.

"OK, ten minutes," I replied, grabbing two towels from the nearby chair and throwing one to Sitara.

"I was thinking more like couple of hours," she complained, wiping sweat off her face and arms.

"No, we don't have time for that," I said calmly, loosening up my legs. "The shooting starts on Sunday already, and..."

"Excuse me!" she interrupted me, "But if I drop dead before Sunday, it will not be that helpful for the video either!"

Here we were again. For the last 5 days I have been living in her house to do my job, I heard nothing but complaints. The moves were too hard, she was not a professional dancer; the spins were making her dizzy, could I come up with something else instead; she can not jump that high, she has bad knees.... It appeared sometimes, as if Sitara just didn't care about the quality of her work, but I think it had more to do with her stubbornness and not being willing to follow anybody's orders.

"C'mon, don't be dramatic," I said, trying to dry my short hair as much as I could. "And stop feeling sorry for yourself."

"Don't patronize me!" she said with repressed anger in her voice, taking a look at me.

"As far as it goes for choreography, I was hired to patronize you," I went on with my usual calmness. "And it would be really helpful, if you would stop complaining all the time."

"Oh yea?" I could tell by her voice she was getting really upset... again. "Well, it would also be helpful," she went on, "If you would just... shut up! Who do you think you are anyway?"

"Certainly not some drugged up pop... person, who thinks she a star!"

She was not doing drugs and WAS a star, so I knew I was getting off line as well, but there were limits as to what I could still bear.

I have been told that her name, Sitara, meant 'morning star' in Sanskrit, but by the expression in her eyes right now I would say it rather meant 'morning meteorite'. Even if we never spoke personal things I figured by her name and darker skin, that one of her parents must have been an Indian. Her long black hair and dark eyes were in favor of my theory.

While we were staring at each other, I recollected myself and said more calmly, "You do have an unbelievable temper, don't you?"

"And you have unbelievably none!" she shot back.

The heavy silence hanging in the air was interrupted by the phone, that started to ring from the corner of her gym. Sitara went to answer it.

"What?" she barked into the receiver and returned her gaze at me. "Hey Mike!... Today?... What time?... Sure... No, I said it's OK... Yea, everything's fine... Later. Bye!"

Mike Hanney was her manager and whatever he told her on the phone, did not make her happy, even if she did calm her anger down a bit.

"That was Mike," she said needlessly. "The dance group is coming at 6, and knowing you, that means at least three more hours of work today. So, can I PLEASE have some rest now?"

In moments like this she appeared as a helpless child, and she was aware of the effect it had on me. I indulged her each time.

"OK, you win," I said.

"Thank you!" she exhaled, still not breaking the gaze. Countless moments passed before she finally spoke again. "Listen, I'm gonna take a dip in the pool. Wanna join me?"

"Thanks, but I think I will hit the shower instead," I replied.

She nodded and turned towards the door, finally breaking up our staring. But as she opened the door she faced me again, saying, "Look.. I know I have a terrible character, but it has nothing to do with me being a pop... person."

We smiled at her repeating my earlier words.

"I've been like this since forever," she went on, "So I guess it's in my nature." She paused again and finally added, "I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry, too," I replied. "Especially about the drugs remark."

She smiled again and headed to leave, but faced me once more.

"You know, Cynthia," she said, "It's a good think we behave ugly towards each other. We would have nothing to apologize for otherwise."

Then she finally left the gym and I followed her to refresh myself as well.

She was right. If I thought back on these last few days, all I could remember was constant apologizing to each other. And apart from this last fight, which was still fresh, I could not remember a single reason for any of the previous ones. Maybe it had to do with both of us trying to give the impression of strong personalities, proving our authority in what were doing, while from the emotional side we were just as insecure about ourselves as any other human being. Still, even if these fights produced some really hard words, neither of us was taking them too seriously. I could not really tell why, but somehow I always had the impression, we were only toying with each other.

When her manager first called my agency to offer me the job, I was a bit hesitant about it. Not that I would not want it, but I did not want to compromise my own reputation. Namely, in one of the gossip magazines I heave been reading recently Sitara has been marked as 'slightly difficult to work with' and that could be a good obstacle for me in performing my job well. Still, from my own experience I knew those magazines would print just about anything to increase the edition. Furthermore, I liked Sitara's music a lot and this prevailed my decision.

Since our houses were almost on the opposite sides of the city, her manager suggested it would be easiest if I would just move in with Sitara. As I have been told she had a very big house, so my privacy, as well as hers, would not have to suffer. Furthermore she had a big enough gym where we could rehears.

About a week later I have moved in with her, and couple of hours after that I have learned, the gossip magazine was not lying about her compatibility with other people. I anticipated very interesting and nerves wreacking10 days.

I was thinking about all this while taking a shower. I had to smile within myself, because they were the very same thoughts I was having after each of our fights. It had nothing to do with regrets for my decision, it was more confirming, my gut feeling has not deserted me yet.

After I finished the shower I decided to check out the kitchen for some healthy food. Kitchen was the only room in the house Sitara and I were sharing, but I knew she would be at the pool, so I took the liberty of feeding myself in a bathrobe only. But as I walked into the kitchen, Sitara was there, preparing lemonade.

"Want some?" she asked as she noticed me.

"Sure. Thanks!" I replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable butt-naked under the robe.

"OK." Sitara didn't seem to notice my uneasiness, since she returned her attention to the squeezer. Apparently she just got out of the pool, because her well shaped body was dripping water all over the floor.

I readjusted the bathrobe to make sure it would not reveal anything unplanned, and headed for the fridge next to Sitara. I opened it and leaned forward to see what we had in it, inhaling Sitara's coconut sun-tanning oil, that reached my nostrils.

"You know," her voice reached me then, "I was thinking..."

"Did it hurt?" I could not resist the chance to be sarcastic.

But Sitara decided to ignore me this time and just went on with, "If this video turns out good, we could maybe prolong our collaboration. What do you think?"

I turned my head towards her to see if she was joking or actually meant it. But while speaking, Sitara turned towards me and I found my face almost in her breasts now. I could not help but notice her brown nipples through the yellow bikini she was wearing. Startled by the feeling going through my body, I raised myself from the fridge.

"I will not argue with a woman who has a knife in her hand," I tried to smile in order to cover up the mess that was going on inside me.

She looked at the knife she was still holding in her hand from cutting the lemons, smiled and put it on the counter.

"Okay. NOW what do you think?" she repeated her question, observing me closely with eyes one could drown in.

"Uhm... yea... sure... why not..." I stuttered and hated myself for it.

"I mean," Sitara went on, "I know a lot of papers and contracts need to be done again, but first of all you would need to agree with it, of course."

While speaking she lowered her gaze on the cleavage of my bathrobe. I followed her eyes and noticed, while leaning over the fridge and going through its contents, the robe has slightly separated and was exposing the beginning of my breasts now.

"Just think about it, okay?" Sitara's voice picked a hoarse tone and she quickly re-engaged herself with preparing the drinks.

Noticing her perplexity helped me calm down and even made me feel amused. Why, I couldn't tell, and I decided not to ponder over it.

"Okay," I finally replied and returned my attention to the fridge.

At 6, Mike Hanney arrived with four women from Sitara's usual dancing group. They were all professional dancers, but this would be the first try of all of them together, so I knew Sitara would be causing me some more problems before the end of the day.

"Hey girls, didn't kill each other yet?" Mike said laughingly entering the house.

Since he was never present during our fights, he was either very intuitive, or just trying to be funny, not knowing how close to the truth he was.

"Shut up, Mike!" snapped Sitara at him and greeted the girls like they were best friends.

"Yea, yea, yea," Mike went on laughing and then added, "Well, you all have a fruitful evening, I gotta run. Call me tomorrow Sitara, we have some business to do." He left and we headed for the gym to get busy.

To my surprise, Sitara was very cooperative this time. I was wondering what caused the change, the presence of other people, or she decided to be more reasonable after the fight earlier that day. Or maybe the two hours break simply relaxed her enough to stop being annoying.

I was showing the group the correction of some moves, Sitara requested during our earlier practicing, when I noticed she was observing me. She was sitting on the bench at one end of the room, leaning against the mirror behind her back. Her head was bent slightly to the right, and she was absorbing every move I did. In some way her gazing was resembling the one from the kitchen in the afternoon, and I felt warm shivers going down my body. With a lot of difficulties I finished the demonstration and then went to join Sitara.

"OK ladies, let's see the result. One, two, three, four..." I said loudly, clapping my hands to provide the rhythm. Supervising the action on the improvised dance floor I asked Sitara more quietly, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yes! Very much!" she replied amused.

"That was good," I returned my attention to the dancers. "Let's try the whole song now."

I hit the play button on the stereo and sat down next to Sitara. Sitara's newest song filled the room and while the four women were working their butts off, I turned to Sitara.

"Are you just going to sit here and be lazy?"

"Yep!"

"Don't you think you should join them?" I motioned to her dance group.

"Nope," she went on with the same amused voice.

"And what's so amusing, if you don't mind asking?"

"You are," she laughed. "The way you explain things, the way your body moves when you dance, the way you supervise everything... Even the way you interrogate me now... You know," she shrugged her shoulders, exploring my eyes with hers.

"Why?... I mean... What is amusing about that?" I smiled.

"I just like to watch you, that's all," said Sitara more seriously and brushed her finger against my shoulder.

It was not the first time we touched. When teaching someone dance moves there is often a lot of touching involved, like holding up a leg or straightening an arm, but there was something different about this particular touch. I don't know what kind of reaction she was hoping for, but it sent pins and needles down my spine. I wanted to run away, but at the same time I wanted her to touch me again.

"You know," she went on, approaching her face so close to mine, I thought she would kiss me, "You are a very beautiful woman, Cynthia. Even if you drive me crazy sometimes."

And with rising astonishment in my eyes she DID place a gentle kiss on my mouth. I felt butterflies rising up in my lower abdomen and my heart missed a beat. My head started to spin, but instead of slapping her, and asking her about what did she think she was doing, I kissed her back. That caught her off guard, because her eyes opened wide, asking silent questions.

"You know," I started in the same voice she was using on me, "I know you are just trying to distract me from my work, but it's not working. Now go join your group and show me what you've learned this week," I added more jokingly and motioned with my head to the temporary dance floor.

"Slave drover," she exhaled, but obeyed.

While sitting on the bench watching them all dance, I tried to collect my thoughts to figure out, what did just happen. To begin with, I felt uneasy about the four women witnessing our little game, but since they did not seem surprised, my uneasiness refocused. Did their indifference mean they have witnessed Sitara in moments like this before? Was it all just a game for her then? I felt a patty attack of jealousy of all the people that might have been in my position before, and this feeling was telling me it was not simply a game for me. Suddenly, all of our fights were starting to make sense. From the very first moment we met I was feeling Sitara was attracting me, and since I was afraid of letting her become aware of it, I was hiding my insecurity behind being rough on times. Was she having the same reasons for her impatience and harshness? My head started to spin again, because of too many heavy thoughts this time, so I returned to happenings in the gym and the job I was hired to do.

As I got to learn a moment later, I have made a bad decision. All the time while dancing, Sitara had her eyes glued on me, sending more powerful shocks through my body, forcing my breathing to accelerate. I closed my eyes to avoid those piercing eyes, wondering how much more of this desire I could stand, when the song abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes to see what happened, and noticed Sitara next to me, with her finger on the stop button of the stereo.

"Let's call it off for today, gang," she said out loudly, never moving her eyes off me. Her breathing was heavy, the sweat pouring off her face, a consequence of the activity she was occupied with just moments ago.

I was unable to move, afraid to even blink an eye in fear, I might miss an important signal from Sitara's direction. I was unable to greet her dance group goodbye, and only partly perceived one of them telling me, they would call the following day to set the next rehearsal. But I was very much aware of Sitara and myself, eating each other with eyes.

As the door of the gym closed, Sitara kneeled in front of me, and took my hands in hers, gently rubbing the back of them with her thumbs.

"Cynthia..." she whispered and leaned forward to kiss me again.

"Hold it right there," I stopped her maybe a bit too roughly and moved away from her.

Her eyes widened again in surprise.

"What's bugging you?" she asked, not knowing how to understand my reaction.

"You are. I will not become just another trophy on your list," I explained myself with trembling, yet firm voice.

She let go of my hands and jerked standing up, apparently upset.

"Is that what you think?" she raised her voice at me.

"I've been reading things about you, Sitara."

"And you prefer to believe THAT over what I am telling you?!"

"Well, they didn't seem very surprised over our kiss," I tried to justify my behavior, motioning with my head towards the door through which her dancers just disappeared, "So I wonder how many times have they experienced it before."

"Shit, Cynthia!... I'm not the only person they work with! Maybe they have seen it elsewhere before! Maybe they consider me extravagant, and therefore expecting I do what I want whenever I want! Maybe they actually enjoyed it! I don't know why they didn't react and I don't give a shit about it, actually!" Sitara was almost yelling by now. "And I can't believe we are fighting over the reaction... or rather non-reaction of my dancers, like I was responsible about what they do or not do!"

"Will you just calm down?" I tried to stop her flow of words and resolve the situation, I knew I was solely responsible for. And realizing her words were making sense just made me feel even more stupid.

"I will not calm down! I will calm down when I will feel like calming down!"

"Well, you can't say my suspicion is completely off!" I raised my voice as well. "We all know about singers and their wild bed adventures!"

"You don't know shit about me, Miss.... Miss Perfection!..."

"Oh, calm down!"

"What gives you the bloody right to put me in the same basket as every other singer you ever knew?..."

"Calm... down!"

"IF you ever knew anyone personally in the first place! And even if I was who you apparently think I am, what gives YOU the right to judge me?!" Sitara went on raging.

"I'm in love with you!" I yelled, "And I don't want to wake up in the morning realizing, you broke my heart when you left!"

My sentence cut like a knife through our screaming. In a split second the room got so quiet I could hear our hearts beat. We were staring at each other, both trying to comprehend what I have just said, and then Sitara's mouth was all over mine, her tongue in my mouth. She was kissing me almost violently and I was embracing her so strongly I could hardly breathe. We completely lost ourselves in desire, that has been adding up ever since we have met.

It took us several minutes to calm our kissing down and even longer to finally break the kiss. Sitara moved her face slightly away and looked me in the eyes.

"Cynthia... baby... I will not break your heart," she whispered.

I felt a tear slide down my face, and Sitara kissed it off, her eyes not being completely dry either. We embraced again, gently this time, and I felt her softly kissing my ear, whispering my name with it. We just stood there, inhaling each other's sent, absorbing each other's closeness, sharing a moment of complete surrender to the other. I have never in my life felt that warm at heart.

Our love making that night was magic. We explored every inch of each other's body. She lifted me up in heights I never knew they exist. She was holding me close in my moments of ecstasy. She gave herself to me unconditionally, letting me experience what complete satisfying means. She made me feel alive beyond description. She was my friend, my lover and my guardian angel. She was a promise for a new meaning to my life.

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