Lauren and Jennifer

It was a hot summer day at the club.I showed up for my tennis lesson at the usual time,4:00PM,only to be told that my regular pro was out sick.the lady behind the counter appologised and said I could reschedule or try out the new substitute.

I reluctantly agreed to continue with the lesson and she waved me over to the locker room.I changed into my tennis gear and headed for the court.As I got to the door I looked out and saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.I was stunned!She stood about five feet six, had long,flowing blonde hair,big blue eyes and breasts that were just perfect.Now I'm not unattractive,having long,dark hair,green eyes,and a good figure;but I'm considered tall for a woman at six feet one and that seems to put most men off resulting in a considerable amount of shyness on my part.She saw me standing there at the door and walked over to introduce herself.I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous figure as she came toward me."HI!" she said as she walked up to me."I'm Jennifer.I'll be your instructer for today." "I'm Lauren",I said,my shyness making unable to say anything else. as she shook my hand she said "Well, let's get started."

We proceeded with the lesson ,but I don't think I learned anything.I couldn't seem to concentrate on tennis with her standing so close to me.I couldn't keep my eyes off her,and her scent was intoxicating.It got worse when we started a practice match.I watched her body flow as she moved to serve the ball,her arm stretching, pulling her white tank top tight across breasts,her nipples showing through the thin material,her short shorts riding up her smooth,tanned thighs,her muscles flexing as she struck the ball in a perfect serve.The ball sailed right by me before I could regain my concentration and I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment.I appologised for not paying attention and told her I was not usually this bad. She just laughed and suggested we continue.I resolved to pull myself together and make sure it didn't happen again.I don't know how,but I made it through the rest of the lesson.We were both hot and sweaty by the time it was over,and Jennifer suggested we take a shower to cool off.As I followed her into the showers, watching her nice round hips swaying back and forth,I found myself wondering what she would look like without her clothes on.This was kind of shocking to me,as I had never had these kinds of thoughts about another woman before.Then again,I had never met a woman of her stunning beauty before either.

We entered the locker room together and, as I was always uncomfortable getting undressed in front of anyone,I just sat down in front of my locker.Jennifer wasn't a bit shy however as she stripped off her clothes down to her white lace bra and panties.Her panties were soaked with sweat and I could see her golden mound showing through.Her nipples were erect and showing through her bra.I gave a barely audible gasp as I saw this and I felt my own nipples stiffening in response.My face reddened again and I turned away.She laughed and said "Don't be embarrassed; I often have that effect on people." I couldn't say anything.I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she removed her bra and panties and I caught a quick glimpse of her pussy as she reached for her towel.My breath caught,and I flushed even redder than before.She didn't seem to notice and hopped off toward the shower."See you inside" she said as she went in.I just sat there trying to pull myself together.I couldn't seem to get control of my raging thoughts.My body seemed to be on fire,my nipples hard,my pussy wet,my breathing quick and shallow.I was almost panting.Did I desire this woman? I had never considered myself a lesbian,but Jennifer made me feel like one.I resolved to not worry about it and just see what happened.I slipped my tennis dress over my head and took off my bra and panties.they were soaked with my juices and my nipples were hard as a rock.I wrapped myself up in a towel and went to join Jennifer in the shower.

I walked through the door and stopped.The sight before me almost brought me to my knees.Jennifer was in the shower,her back to me,bending over at the waist, washing her feet.Her legs were slightly spread, giving me a clear view of her beautiful blonde pussy.Her pussy lips were nice and thick,and I could almost see her clit peeking out from under her hood.I gasped and turned beet red as she straightened up and turned to face me.I turned away quickly but I could see her out of the corner of my eye.She was watching me with an unreadable expression on her face;slowly rubbing the soap all over her body.I unwrapped my towel and hung it up, burning with embarrassment and desire as I walked naked past her to the next shower.I didn't look at her, but I could feel her eyes on me as I walked by and I began to wonder if maybe she wanted me,too.I kept my back to her as I turned the shower on and hurriedly soaped myself up.I didn't want to look at her;didn't want her to see my obvious arrousal but suddenly I heard a soft moan from behind me.I couldn't help myself;I turned to look at her and had to stop and stare.I couldn't believe what I was seeing.Jennifer was facing me;legs spread,one hand on her pussy,two fingers buried inside,the other hand pinching her nipple, hard.I watched as she pleasured herself,finger-fucking her pussy,rubbing her clit,until she was moaning constantly. I looked up at her face and our eyes met.I could see it in her face:she was silently begging me to touch her.Something came over me then... an almost animal passion.I couldn't stop myself from moving toward her.

I let myself go completely then,putting my arms around her,our nipples smashing together,our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.Her mouth opened and her toungue was suddenly battling mine.My body exploded with desire;I began grinding my pussy against hers.Our knees buckled and we fell to the floor with me landing on top of her.The feelings were incredible and I humped harder against her. She started to reciprocate,then suddenly broke the kiss."wait....wait..." she panted.It was all I could manage but somehow I was able to stop rubbing against her and pulled back to see what she wanted.She rolled out from under me and we sat up facing each other.We positioned ourselves so we were right under the water stream from the shower and the water was landing on both of us.She pushed herself forward until our pussies were almost touching.We spread our legs and she lifted my right leg and laid it over her left,then her right over my left.We sat facing each other,breathing hard.She grabbed her breasts and rubed her nipples across mine."Are you ready?" she breathed,smiling wickedly."Oh God yes,Jennifer" I panted. "I want you so bad I can taste it!" She kissed me,then leaned back and spread her pussy open with her fingers."Spread your pussy for me.I want to see your pink" she said.I did as she asked,spreading my pussy open until my clit was showing.Suddenly she arched her back and thrust her pussy up against mine,the hot water forming a sort of soft-seal between us.The feeling was so intense that I almost came right there.Jennifer slowly began to grind her pussy into me.I mimicked her actions and we soon got into a rhythem going faster and faster.My body felt like it was on fire,sensations running through me that I had never felt before.Our moans filled the air as we got closer and closer to orgasm.Our hips rose off the ground,pussies locked together in the ultimate kiss, as our passion climbed to a fever pitch."Oh Lauren,...please fuck me ...fuck me HARD!!" Jennifer cried.I tried my best to give her what she wanted,ramming my pussy hard against her.Suddenly she screamed "Oh God..I'm cumming.....OOOOOOh!!" and she exploded in orgasm.I could feel her cum shooting all over my pussy and that put me over the edge.I came so hard that I thought I was going to pass out.My juices mixed with hers and that made her come again.Our orgasms seemed like they would never end.I had never felt like this in my life and I found myself wishing it could go on forever.We finally collapsed on the floor,gasping for air.As we lay there in each other's arms I looked deep into her eyes and said "that was the best sex I've ever had." "I never thought I would ever experience anything like it."She smiled wickedly and kissed me deeply. " The night is young," she said, "Your experiences are just beginning...."

Jennifer said,running her hands all over my naked body.The feelings I was having were electric.Little shivers were running up and down my spine.I rolled over on top of her and looked deep into her eyes.I felt like I was gazing into the very depths of her soul.I kissed her deeply, grinding my body into hers.Even after such an intense orgasm, I was deeply in lust for this beautiful blonde woman lying beneath me. If that made me a lesbian then so be it. She must have felt the same because she was pressing up against me like there was no tomorrow.I began to kiss my way down her body, sucking that little indentation below her throat, running my tongue down the valley between her breasts,finally capturing one of her perfect,gum-drop size nipples between my teeth. " Oh Lauren.... oh god.....unnnhhh........" she moaned,as I bit down gently on her nipple. Her hand found it's way between my legs and began to rub my clit furiously as she squirmed beneath me.I could feel another orgasm building inside me and bit down harder on her nipple.She cried out loudly and inserted her finger deep inside me.Our moans were getting louder and louder when suddenly I heard laughter out in the locker room area.We froze.... then hurriedly pried ourselves apart.We just made it back to our own respective showers when three other women entered the room,chatting and laughing amongst themselves.They stripped off their towells and walked naked in front of us, none of them having the slightest idea what had just occured.Jennifer and I watched them as they went by,staring at their bouncing breasts and nice, shapely asses,then meeting each other's eyes.We both started giggling and hurriedly resumed our showers before anyone could notice anything strange.I couldn't take my eyes off of Jennifer as she soaped her lovely body.She kept shooting smoking,sexy glances my way,seducing me from a distance.We both quickly finished our showers and went back into the locker room.

We walked back to our lockers,and once there I could no longer keep my hands off of her.I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her,trying to draw her very essence into my mouth.She responded in kind, then broke the kiss. "Please Lauren.......please come home with me....." she whispered in my ear, " I want to make love to you so bad..... please say you will....". I kissed her again and assured her that right then there was nothing in the whole world that I wanted more than to go home with her.I wanted her again so much that I would have promised her anything just to taste her sweet pussy.We broke apart and started to get dressed. I noticed the panties she was wearing during our lesson laying on the bench and I picked them up,breathing in her scent,her sweat,her sex.They were soaked.....and not just from our workout! I rubbed them over my face,my breasts, and finally my pussy. " Sall we trade? " she asked, taking my wet panties out of my bag and putting them on. " Oh yes.... " I agreed, slipping hers on and sliding them up over my hips.The feel of her moisture against my sex was intoxicating and I shuddered through a mini orgasm right there,mixing my fluids with her own.We kissed again,then threw on the rest of our clothes,not bothering with our bras,and left the building.

I felt as if I were floating as we entered the parking lot and headed for her car.I had never felt so happy as I did then,having just had exsquisite sex with a beautiful young woman and now going home with her to have more!! It all seemed kind of unreal to me,almost like a dream,since I don't normally have sex with anyone I've just met,let alone a woman, but it felt sooo wonderful being with her. I felt liberated....I was free!!!!! Catching my mood,Jennifer grabbed my hand and smiled at me.We walked hand in hand to her convertible.

We got into her car and she started the engine.She put the top down and we drove off.I gazed at her as we drove along....the sun on her face,the wind whipping her hair back,ruffling her blouse, and I knew right then that I was in love with her.I had never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life.She looked over at me and caught me staring. " What is it? " she said smiling. " I think I'm in love with you Jennifer" I blurted out,then panicked.what if she doesn't feel the same? What if I scare her off? I was terrified I might lose her.But her smile only widened as she said "You know what Lauren? ......I think I could be in love with you,too".I was overwhelmed with relief as she reached over to pat my arm.The touch of her hand was like pouring gasoline on an open flame.My lust flamed out even harder and I could no longer control my body.I leaned over the console between us and caught her ear lobe in my mouth.She gasped as I began to suck on it,undoing a few buttons on her blouse and slipping my hand inside to pinch her nipples. God, I wanted to taste her so bad!!! I ran my hand down across her belly,popping the last few of her buttons as I went,and rubbed her pussy through her shorts.The wind blew her blouse aside,baring her upper body to the world as we raced along the highway.She squealed and laughed as a couple of cars passed us,honking their horns as they went by. I thought about the picture we must paint...... two women,one light,the other dark,in a red convertible,flying down the highway,the dark woman obviously making love to the other,the light woman,with her shirt open,just as obviously loving it.... and decided I didn't give a flying fuck what anybody saw! I just wanted to make this beautiful woman cum.To that end,I unbuttoned her shorts and slid my hand into her(my) panties.I lowered my tongue to her nipple and inserted a finger into her pussy, rubbing her clit with my thumb. " Ooohhh God!...." she cried," Stop ..stop...Lauren stop it............I'm going to wreck the car!!! " " Then you'ld better pull over.....Because I'm not stopping until you cum!! " I replied. " No..wait..." she panted, " We're almost there.... and then you can do whatever you want......". Reluctantly,I agreed and pulled my hand away.She didn't bother trying to "fix" herself; she just drove on with her breasts exposed and her shorts unbuttoned,picking up speed until we were literally flying down the road.It seemed like an eternity,but really was only a few minutes,until we finally pulled into her driveway.

She parked right in front of the door and we both jumped out. We ran to the front door and I groped her from behind as she fumbled with her keys. I couldn't keep my hands off of her,I was so turned on.She finally got the door open and we rushed inside. I barely had time to close the door when she literally attacked me,ripping the shirt off my back and grabbing my tits,kissing my neck. I spun around in her grasp and we kissed savagely,our tongues battling.We went at it right there in the foyer,tearing our clothes off in our unbridled lust for each other.Her hand found it's way to my pussy and stuffed two fingers in deep,pumping in and out. I cried out,breaking our kiss; my knees buckled and we fell to the floor.Jennifer continued to finger-fuck me as she ran her tongue all over my breasts,finally sucking one of my nipples into her mouth. I was moaning continually now,climbing the mountain to orgasm,the wetness from my pussy forming a puddle on the hardwood floor,when she suddenly stopped. " I have to taste you....." she whispered,kissing her way down my body until her face was between my legs, " can I?.....can I please taste your pussy?". My mouth was too dry to say anything so I just thrust my hips at her lovely face. " I'll take that as a yes " she said,then laughed. " My God,Lauren.......you're sooo wet.....". She parted my thick,black pussy hair and ran her tongue up and down my slit. " Mmmm ........your pussy tastes so sweet " she murmurred," I knew it would......".Then she captured my button in her mouth,swirling her tongue around,and I came in quick,short bursts,flooding her face with my juices." Stop, jennifer stop.....I want to taste you,too...." I cried. But she didn't stop....she just kept on eating my pussy,torturing me with her tongue,and I felt another orgasm building.I could feel her humping her pussy on my leg and I heard her muffled moans from between my legs.finally she withdrew her tongue and kissed her way across my mound to my navel.As she moved up my body my knee came in contact with her pussy. she started to hump even harder,her own orgasm only seconds away,and her breast fell between my legs.I screamed as her huge nipple hit my clit,and she grabbed her breast and started to fuck me with her nipple,burying her tongue in my navel and rubbing her pussy all over my leg.We both came in seconds,our screams of passion echoing through the silent house.I came in wave after wave.....flooding her breast,coating it with my juices as she bathed my knee with her own.

When it was over and we both had recovered a little,she crawled up my body and kissed me. I tasted my own juices on her mouth and sucked her tongue, wanting more. " Your pussy tastes good,doesn't it......" she whispered,breaking the kiss. " Here....you'ld better clean this up......" she said,offering me her cum-coated nipple. I bathed her breast with my tongue,licking it clean of my cum,then taking her nipple into my mouth. It was still rock hard.....as if she hadn't had sex at all,let alone several orgasms in the last couple of hours! She was moaning again,her passion building just from my attentions to her nipple,and I could feel my own desire reawakening.I couldn't believe how horny I was ......how horny we both were! I had already had more orgasms today than I'd had in the last few months combined.....but I knew that I wanted more!Jennifer finally rolled off of me,her nipple escaping my mouth with a pop,and stood up. " Let's get some wine and go upstairs " she said, " I want to have you in my bed". We left our clothes scattered all over the place and left the foyer,naked. I followed her into the kitchen,watching her body move, devouring her with my eyes.After all that had just happened,I couldn't believe how much I still wanted this exsquisite woman. My eyes fell to that gap between her scissoring legs and I suddenly realized that I still hadn't tasted her pussy!! I ran my hand down the crack of her ass to her pussy but she pulled away from me. " Not yet... not yet....." she laughed, " Be patient....soon you're going to get more of that than you can handle."

In the kitchen Jennifer grabbed a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses and we sat down at the table to cool off. Intermission, one might say. We talked for a while, sipping the wine, getting to know each other a little ( even though we already " knew " each other in the biblical sense ) and I discovered that we seemed to have a lot in common. Our interests were mostly the same,our beliefs,our hobbies,even our lifestyles.It seemed we were meant for each other! I also learned that this was her first time with a woman " outside the family". I wondered briefly what that meant,but lost my concentration when she sat back in her chair,giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect tits. My lust for her exploded anew and I looked deep into her eyes. " I want you Jennifer.......RIGHT NOW!!!! " I whispered, " I have to have you.......I can't wait any longer! " She stood up and kissed me gently,lovingly,on the mouth. " Then we'd better go upstairs....... RIGHT NOW!.......hadn't we? "she said.She took me by the hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom.



Jennifer's bedroom had all the comforts.......Television/stereo with surround sound,VCR,and a big brass bed.She pulled the covers all the way off the bed,telling me to lie down and get comfortable.I did as she asked while she fumbled with the TV.then she came over and flopped down on the bed beside me. " Just relax....." she said,cuddling up to me, " We have all night." I lay there,glorying in the feel of her naked body rubbing against mine.We kissed,slowly and gently,our tongues exploring each other.Then the tv came on.She had put in a lesbian porno tape and we began to watch it,lazily carressing each other,half-heartedly mimicking the ladies on the tape,more content to touch each other than to watch the movie. That is,until one of the girls began to shave the other's pussy.I felt Jennifer tense up beside me and I began to pay more attention to the show.I started to get really hot when The one shaving got out a straight razor and began to scrape away the other's pubic hair. Jennifer was shaking with excitement.She looked at me with hunger in her eyes. " Lauren..." she said, " Will you let me do that to you?.......It's making me so hot.... please can I shave your pussy? " I could only nod....the look on her face making me half crazy with desire for her. At that point I would have done anything to please her. She jumped up off the bed and ran into the other room,calling out for me to wait right there. I don't think I could have gone anywhere right then even if I'd wanted to.

She came back into the bedroom with a towell,some shaving cream,a ladies razor,and a pair of scissors.I lifted my hips off the bed and she spread the towell underneath me.I lowered myself back down to the bed and spread my legs as wide as I could.I wanted to give her as much access to my pussy as I could.She started slowly,just running her hands through my thick,dark fur,then picked up the scissors.I could feel my body getting hotter,my pussy getting wetter,as she clipped her way through my bush.It was so erotic.... her kneeling between my legs,her hands brushing across my lips and clit as she worked,a knuckle going up inside me every so often......that my whole being seemed on fire.She finished with the scissors and reached for the cream. I had my first of many small orgasms when the cold shaving cream contacted my heated skin,and continued as Jennifer massaged it into my pussy. She picked up the razor and began to shave me,working slowly and gently,pulling my lips taut to get the sides,then across my mound. I was cumming almost continuously now,as she slowly scraped all the hair off my pussy.When she was finished,she had me get up on my hands and knees so she could shave around my asshole. I don't know how,but I managed to hold myself up while she worked,then almost collapsed when,as she finished,she inserted her tongue into my asshole.then she pulled away and told me to roll over again.She towelled me off,then sat back on her heels. As I looked at her I could tell by the streak of wetness running down the inside of her thigh that she had enjoyed it as much as I had.She asked if I wanted to examine her work. I nodded,but couldn't control my body enough to sit up and look.She seemed to understand, grabbed a mirror off the nightstand,and held it between my legs.I have never seen... or felt ...anything so erotic in my life! The naked pussy I saw in the mirror could have belonged to a ten-year old! It was such a turn-on.....the mound bare,completely devoid of hair......The lips puffy and red....my clit swollen and distended.....wetness trickling out ,running down to my asshole......that I couldn't control my spasms.my head collapsed back onto the bed and I just lay there, shaking. " I know what you need...." Jennifer said,and then walked out of the room!!

" Come back......COME BACK..........." I panted,barely audible.My body was on fire,electricity running rampant,and I needed release. I cried out in relief as Jennifer walked back into the room.She had a bottle of baby oil in her hand and proceeded to pour some on my bare pussy.My fever rose to an even higher pitch as she rubbed the oil all over my mound,then exploded when she leaned down and planted her mouth on my pussy.She kissed my pussy like she had kissed my mouth,her lips moving slowly and sensuously over mine,her tongue going deep inside my pussy in the ultimate french kiss. " UuuuuNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!....." I screamed as my orgasm exploded. I came in torrents.....wave after wave crashing over me..... and all the while her mouth remained glued to my pussy,taking in as much of my cum as she could. I saw stars and must have passed out. the next thing I remember was waking up to a feeling of total weakness and exhaustion. I couldn't have been out very long,though,because Jennifer was still between my legs lapping up the juices that were still trickling out of my oversensitive pussy.

As I came slowly down from my mountain,Jennifer crawled up my body and kissed me. I looked deep into her eyes and saw her hunger. " Let me do you now......I want to give you as much pleasure as you did me...." i said. " Yes..." she replied, smiling, " I think it's time....I don't think I can wait any longer......". " I want you to.....lick me....all over...." she said,rising up to straddle my face.I only had time for one quick look up into the face of this blonde goddess before she lowered her pussy down to my eager mouth. At first I just stared,taking in her raw beauty......her neatly trimmed blonde wisps of hair above her swollen lips,her wetness,her scent.I just breathed her in, enraptured.but she wouldn't wait......thrusting her hips forward onto my tongue.... and I finally tasted her....the nectar of the gods! I buried my tongue in her pussy, thrusting deep into her. God,she smelled sweet....and tasted even better! I must not have been fast enough for her,though,or else she just was really turned on,because she began to grind her pussy all over my face,humping hard at my tongue. I grabbed her hips to hold her still and ran my tongue up her slit,capturing her clit between my teeth. " Oh god.....oh god.......OOOHH GODDD!.............." she screamed,arching her back and thrusting her pussy forward. Her hand found my naked pussy and she rubbed furiously at my clit. I felt my passion rising yet again and a sense of urgency filled me. I wanted Jennifer to cum with me,so I redoubled my efforts on her button,sticking my index finger in her ass and shoving two fingers deep inside her pussy. I got into a rythm,fucking her in both openings,in and out,in and out ,while rapidly sucking on her clit. Our moans filled the air,our passion building. " Oh my God....." she cried, " I'm cumming.......I'm cumming..... ooohh....ooohh.........UUUUNNNNGGGHHH!!!......." and her orgasm erupted! Her pussy let loose with a river of cum...flooding my mouth and running down the sides of my face.That was enough to send my own orgasm skyrocketing through my body and I came hard, bathing her hand in my juices.

Too soon it was over.Jennifer almost fell off me and snuggled up close.We held each other for a few minutes,running our hands all over our bodies. I captured her nipple in my teeth,biting gently. " My God Jennifer.... I can't believe this is real...." I said, " You're my sweet fantasy girl". " I want to be your fantasy forever....." she moaned. " Do you?...... " I replied, " I think we could arrange that". " There's just one problem......" she said, " ......we've been discovered...". I rolled over to see what she was talking about.......and there stood Jennifer.....naked.... in the doorway!!!! " Lauren .....I'd like you to meet Robin...... my twin sister..." Jennifer said. I dropped back down on the bed,stunned. " My sister and I share everything... don't we Robin...." she said,laughing. " Mmm-Hmm......" Robin answered,climbing into bed with us. As robin's nipple filled my mouth and her hand ran over my shaved pussy I remember thinking that Jennifer was right when she assured me that my experiences were just beginning.

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Chocolate Dreams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two lovers froze, their hearts sinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Variety is the Spice

I didn't really want a drink when I went into the small bar. But I didn't want to go home to an empty apartment either. The bar was just the lesser of two evils.

As I climbed up onto the barstool, I held onto the hem of my already short skirt to keep from exposing any more flesh than I had to. Even so I saw the way the guy down at the end of the bar had his eyes glued to my legs. Hell, I should have charged him admission. I quickly crossed my knees to end show and tell.

Somewhere on the long side of thirty, the blonde bartender was sexy in a cute sort of way. Of course the dim lighting inside the bar helped hide any major defects. But she wasn't bad looking and she had a great smile. You know what I mean. Pepsodent teeth and all.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Becky. What are you drinking?"

"A screwdriver sounds good," I smiled back at her. "I'm Natalie. Nattie to my friends and bartenders."

She laughed lightly. "Hi Nattie. One screwdriver coming up."

As she turned away to mix my drink, I found myself staring at her firm and rounded little ass. Her ass was packaged inside a skirt that was at least a size smaller than it should have been. It had been a long time since looking at another broads ass had turned me on, but I could actually feel a tingle down there between my legs.

Reluctantly pulling my eyes away from her ass, I fumbled a Camel out of my purse and lit up. As I took a deep drag from the weed, I wondered what in the hell was happening to me? Forty-three years old and here I was getting all hot and bothered from looking at some little blonde bimbos ass. Maybe it was just that I was horny. My last sleep-over lover had finally gotten around to admitting to me that he was married. As hard as I kicked him in the nuts, he's probably singing soprano in the church choir by now. But there hadn't been much action in my bed since.

And enter Becky once more. She slid the drink down in front of me and hit me with that smile again.

"Here you are, Nattie. The first one is on the house. If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."

Our eyes met and the tingle between my legs was back again. Lifting the glass to my lips, I licked my tongue around the rim while keeping my eyes locked with hers. She actually blushed, but I knew that I was getting the message across when she dropped her eyes to the front of my blouse. Someone rapped on the bar for service so she turned and glided smoothly away from me.

Like I said, I hadn't been with another woman sexually for a long time, but I remembered how nice it could be to feel someone soft and perfumed in your arms. This little fluff behind the bar was giving out some powerful vibes that she might be ready for some lady lovin' if I played it right. So I figured, what the hell. Might as well find out one way or the other. It was only a minute before she drifted back to stand in front of me.

"Ready for another drink, Nattie?" she asked, that smile blowing my mind again.

I shook my head. "No thanks. How late do you work?"

She glanced at her wrist. "I'm off in fifteen minutes. As soon as the night barman gets here. Why?"

"You wanna come up to my pad for a while?"

"Your pad?"

"Yeah. My apartment."

"I'm married."

"I didn't ask you that, honey. I asked if you wanted to visit my playpen for a while? Don't make a big deal out of it! Either you do or you don't."

"Are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"No, but I am sure as hell bi," I grinned at her. "I just didn't know it until I came in here for a drink."

"What do you mean?"

"Long story," I shrugged. "How about it? You wanna go home to hubby? Or do you wanna go home with me?"

It took her a long time to decide. Every bit of five or ten seconds. "The night guy is coming in now," she said. "I'll meet you out in front, okay? I have to go count my drawer."

As I turned on the bar stool, I saw that the creep at the end of the bar was still hoping the floor show would start again. Spreading my knees as I slid off of the stool, I let him have a good look. He was choking on his beer when I went out the door.

She was out the door in less than ten minutes. Putting my hand on her back, I steered her to my beat up Chevy and opened the door for her.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said as she slid onto the cracked vinyl of the car seat. "Done anything with another woman I mean."

"Well, it isn't on my regular menu either, dollface," I laughed as I slid in behind the steering wheel. "But they say variety is the spice of life, right?"

"You know, you sound like what a guy would say sometimes."

As I wheeled the Chevy out of the parking lot and onto the street, I steered with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other. Pulling her hand up under my skirt, I pressed her palm into my panty covered crotch.

"You don't feel a dick under there, do you baby?"

"No."

She giggled as her fingers began rubbing the lips of my pussy, her hand staying under my skirt even when I let go of her wrist. What was it she had said before? She had never been with another woman? Sure! And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime either.

By the time we pulled into the garage of my building, my panties were sopping wet from those fingers that had never touched another woman before. Going up on the elevator we played a little suck-face, my hands rubbing all over that beautiful ass of hers.

Once inside the apartment, we didn't even make it to the damned bedroom. The two of us were naked by the time we stumbled as far as the sofa. I pushed her down on her back and crawled on top of her, loving the sensation of all that soft skin beneath me as I tried to suck the tonsils out of her mouth. After a while, I slid my lips and tongue down over her belly and through a silky forest of pubic hair. Suddenly I was wearing her pussy on my face like a Halloween mask, my tongue dancing the mambo with her clitoris. I guess she thought it was a wrestling match because she had my head locked in between her legs and was bouncing that cute ass and moaning like a fucking banshee as I ate her out. I waited until she had quieted down to a soft whimper of pleasure before freeing my head from her leg lock and moving up to straddle her face. Her tongue was already moving when I lowered my pussy to meet her mouth and for someone who had never done another woman before, she sure as hell was a fast learner.

Still naked, the two women sat on the sofa with there arms around one another, both sated and at least temporarily satisfied. The blonde woman cupped her hand over the older woman's breast and squeezed gently. "Aunt Natalie? Could I be the hard-boiled female private eye the next time?" "I suppose so honey," the older woman responded. "But I really do get turned on when you play the French whore and me the librarian."

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Money

I finally found the garage door opener amidst the boxes and furniture. The moving crew had left hours ago and I was still in a sea of madness, filled with far too much stuff for one human to own, let alone move.

It had been a whole day affair. First to load up at my old apartment, drive across town, unload and show them where each larger piece of furniture might go...and I stress the might..because one never knows for sure how a room will come together. There has to be more planning then, "Just put it right there." When I felt that I had exhausted their good nature, I tipped them and gave them the last of my Pacificos' and bade them farewell. And then, once they had gone, I wished that someone with more brawn than myself had stayed to help me. Helps me what? Help me cry. Gee. My back ached and my arms felt longer than they were, from having to carry boxes and clothes up and down the stairs. I was parched, but fear stopped to take a break as a sign of weakness. Such silly things that race through ones head in a moment of fatiguing madness. Or is that tiring sadness? I decided to do it one room at a time, and since the front room was the biggest and most crowded, at that moment, I started there. The room was sunken with other smaller rooms around it, with a hallway on either side one that led to a kitchen, and the other to the Billiards room. OK, so I had yet to purchase the actual pool table, but that is what I started calling the room while the house was in escrow. I had so many plans and just so much money. But I told myself then, one room at a time. I found the boxes that were marked books and proceeded to take them out and place them on the shelves, without any proper order, But when I found the Womyns' section, I did make room for them on the far wall case, so that when my couch was strategically placed, my guests would know what an ardent feminist or radical dyke I was. Everything for a reason. 3 hours later, and darker at that, I found myself in a delightful room. My own paintings hung on the walls interspersed with more famous names.

I placed large standing porcelain vases on the floors, using glass cinder blocks as stands for them. My collection of Gargoyles I put on the wall near the Muchas and waterfall. A small metal voodoo God stood just inside the fountain. The gargoyles were there to protect the peace, and the God was there to protect the gargoyles. I set the stereo up across the room from the fireplace, nearer to the formal dining room. I put on Luciano Pavarotti CD and danced around the room a few times before collapsing into a chair. I took a deep breath and admired the room, then realizing that the next room I did should probably be the bedroom, as I didn't see too much more time on my feet as being a viable option. That room took another 3-4 hours, by that time I had become wired from sheer exhaustion. It wasn't a second wind or anything, it was just that Zombie State of mind. I hadn't noticed the time, because that would have been the last thing I had completed in that room. It was a large room with cathedral ceilings...maybe 18 ft high with exposed beams. The walls were painted a pale blue with champagne wainscoting. Brass and Porcelain accents adorned the room. The bed was an open four-poster, suitable for anything that might pique an interest. I had it up on a 2ft stand...allowing a viewable stage is necessary. There was a closet that went the length of one wall...with many sliding doors for access. I hung a few small mirrors and dream catchers on them. From the rafters, I hung some flags and chimes, a few leather straps that hung down. I cinched straps to the legs of the bed, and when putting linens on the bed, for some reason, I put the sheet with tie-downs on. Just to see how it felt. I had bought it at a shop in the city, but had never the opportunity to experience it. One can hope one will have such an experience. Its like I buy the toys that I want someone else to use on me. I went in and took a shower and then went and sat down in the sunken spa tub and let the water stream down. I didn't bother to turn on the jets, I just wanted a soaking tub...and the water ran and ran and the next thing I knew, is that the water was running over into the bathroom. Lucky for me the spa was in the middle of the room and there were drains placed around it. It could have been disastrous. Maybe my luck was changing.

I slept until 10 the next morning and felt refreshed even though it had only been 6 hours that I rested. My bones no longer ached and I bounded out of bed eager to have most of my house in place before the other furniture for the other upstairs rooms would arrive. Stuff I had purchased at various antique shops in town and up the Mendo coast.

It was about 7 pm, that Wednesday evening when I finally had finished putting everything in its place. The place looked spectacular and I was proud that I had worked so diligently for so long. Again I hadn't taken a break all day, but I didn't really feel as tired as the previous day, so I decided to go to the store and buy something special to celebrate. My wines had not arrived from the cellars and I was a bit thirsty. I showered and threw on some jeans and oversized fleece button-down jacket. I went into the garage and got into my car and couldn't remember where the garage door opener was. I looked around for the wall switch and still couldn't find anything, so I opted for a bike ride. The store wasn't that far away. I could make it. And away I went.

Tom's Bottle Shop was about a mile down the road and over and the ride there was a breeze. When I arrived, I locked my bike to a newspaper stand and went inside to peruse the libations. It was a fairly decent spirits shop with many aisles for culinary appetites as well. They had an excellent selection of single barrel bourbons and it seemed like a perfect choice at the time. The clerk was helping a couple decide on which beer they wanted to buy for a coming New Years Party. He was suggesting that they buy Heineken for $125.00 a keg and the fellow was saying he didn't want a German beer, he wanted something domestic, but the clerk wasn't listening too well, so I stepped into the conversation and offered the guy the option of getting Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. And then I turned to the clerk and said, "You do have that, don't you?" He dryly said, "Yea." The fellow asks how much and the clerk says $100.00, and then I say, "Well, its a much better beer. You will really enjoy it. Have a great New Years?" His partner smiled at me and said thanks and he too said thanks. He then asked if I knew so much about beer, maybe I could help he and his wife pick out some other spirits. He laughed and said something about me working there. The clerk was totally upset that I had ruined his big pitch for the sale, and that had never been my intent, I was only trying to help a situation that needed my expertise. I told them I would be happy to help them. I introduced myself and they in turn did the same. His name was Phil Green and she was Nancy. He told me they wanted one of everything people might drink and I suggested that instead of spending his life savings on one party, he should buy standard bar holdings. All white well, Vodka (Skyy),Gin ( Bombay or Tanqueray),Rum [Mt. Gay or Myers), Tequila (preferably Sauza or Hornitos),though I did mention that if he planned on serving margaritas, the tequila could be any swill. Why drown out good with mix. He agreed and said I was 'right on.' He asked what I was buying and I gave him a short study on single malt scotches and single barrel bourbons. Then he put some average Bourbon in the wagon and some scotch and a brandy. I told him to buy fresh lemon and limes, sugar cubes, bitters, seven up, tonic, soda water and a simple sweet-sour. They were so thoroughly pleased with everything I told them about bartending, that they invited me to their party for New Year's Eve. I told them I didn't want to be intruding and they encouraged me to come. I said OK and when they gave me their address, I was so totally flabbergasted. They lived right next door to me. They couldn't believe it either. It was fate. We exchanged numbers and I told them I had to be on my way. As I was leaving Nancy called after me and asked when it would be appropriate to come and see the place. I yelled back, later on.

Once outside I realized that I was on the bike and was glad that I hadn't purchased anything more, but the night had grown darker and I was feeling a bit tired. After unlocking my bike, I saddled it and started off at a steady pace until I rounded the corner and approached the beginning of the grade up. Just then a big blue 420 MBZ pulled around and almost hit me and then honked and before I could raise my finger, I heard Phils voice. He asked if I wanted a ride and ordinarily I might have said no...pride and all, but I was so damn tired, I accepted. He put my bike on his rack on the back of his car and held the back door open for me. When I got in, Nancy was leaning over the arm rest and saying in a coy voice, "So, we meet again, accidental stranger," and she smiled and bit her lower lip. In the dark I felt myself blush. I felt the heat rise up in my cheeks, grateful for the night to hide in. It took all of 4 minutes with Phil at the wheel. I thanked them and then asked them in for a drink. They accepted. Phil said Nancy should go along with me and after he put the booze away, he would be over. She followed me and we walked up the driveway and then into the garage. I apologized for the boxes and such and she said not o worry. She added that I had the rest of my life to organize. And I wondered then what her house looked like. We made small talk and she ooohed and ahhhed at the place. Saying she had only seen most of it while it was being built. She asked if I lived here alone and of course I hated saying yes. I told her I wanted to get changed, that she should look around and then I would give her the official tour. She said OK and headed for the bookcase. She said, "I just love books. Im an avid reader" I swallowed hard. First impressions..new neighborhood...o well better know now. I literally ran to the bedroom and changed into something nicer. My first guests after all. When I got back to the front room, she was seated near the hearth. I asked her if she was cold and she said a bit. I turned on the gas and immediately fire came to the surface. She remarked that it was beautiful. I thought I saw her blushing. "I wonder what's keeping Phil,,maybe I should go help him," I said and she said, "no, he is fine, let him be. This way you and I can get better acquainted" OK, so she was throwing me.

I thought for sure that she had seen the books and would have to have been brain dead not to get the connection. My coffee table book was The Blatant Lesbian Image. I was going to pick it up, had forgotten all about it. She saw me looking at it and said, "Don't worry. We are progressively minded adults. Phils brother is gay" and she smiled, and I knew it was genuine. How silly of me, this wasn't the Midwest after all. Phil came shortly after and I poured 3 short shots of whiskey into snifters and handed them to Nancy, then Phil. I raised my glass and said "A Votre Sante." Phil said, "Nosdrovia" and Nancy said, "Cheers" and then they shot the dark amber back into their throats. I only smelled mine and then wet my lips and tongue slowly with it, enjoying its aromatics, feeling the thickness of the syrup cover my lips, sensing that first deep heated touch upon my tongue, and then I swallowed. Both of them said "WOW," and then "Do that again." I smiled and asked them what. Nancy answered, her eyes piercingly black, staring into mine, "Show me how to drink this, the way you do," and again she bit her lower lip. It got to me again and then I held back, first remembering she was here with her husband and that remark before about she and Phil being progressive had me worrying whether or not they had something kinky in mind. Phil said, "Cary. I have never had really fine liquors, only because Im dumb where that is. I know a lot about stock options and investing and I like to drink beer. My buddies all have told me I have shit for taste, and excuse my language, but I drink what I like" "Phil, its just that. What you drink, if you like it who cares what others think. Its all about preference. I buy single barrel bourbons because I like to sip them like a cognac. They are superbly fine and aged well. I think though, if I were to do shooters of single barrel bourbons or scotches, I would be knocked on my ass nightly," and we all laughed. I told them "Look at the color of the liquor you are drinking. Examine it. Just like wines, brandies and liquors (all liquids),all have a viscous quality and like wines, certain liquors have 'legs'. So in taking the snifter and rolling it around, I am allowing some of the bouquet to waft near my nose, to smell the liquor Im drinking. Then I want to feel it on my lips, feel the heat of it on my tongue. Then I want to slowly taste it." "O. MY! You are too incredibly sensual. You should write," Nancy blurted out and then excused herself to the bathroom. I could feel my face fully flushed. That was the best compliment I had received in a long time. Phil too, said I had a great descriptive quality about me. I poured him another and he tried drinking it slow as I suggested but in the end, the bourbon went quicker into his throat than a man being shot out of a cannon. It took Nancy a while to come back. I said I would see if she was OK. I found her standing in the threshold of my bedroom, gazing up at the ceiling. "Oops, sorry, I didn't think you would mind. I was helping myself to a tour of your place" "No, I don't mind. I was just wondering what had happened to you", and she turned to face me and said, "You happened to me"

"Pardon me?" I asked and she repeated herself and then walked past me and down the stairs. I stood there for moments, trying to gauge the validity of that last scene. This womyn was blowing my mind. Until 3 minutes ago, Nancy was Phils wife. She stood about 5 ft 5," dark eyes, brown hair, small boobed, small hips, probably 110 lbs. And in 3 short minutes she became a temptress. Her brown hair was tussled curls about her head hanging down onto her shoulders. The shoulders I should have taken in my hands to draw her near...and ut oh. I had to stop. She was Phils wife. When I went down the stairs, they were standing with their arms wrapped around each other and I wondered again if I was blowing things out of proportion. "Hey Cary, was very nice of you to invite us here. We have to get going. Have a lot of things to do before Friday? Really hope to see you there," Phil said and handed me his hand. When I went to shake it, he pulled me close to him and gave me a hug. It was a great gesture, but as he hugged me I watched as Nancy's eyes moved about. Something silent inside of her was trying to get out. I extended my hand to shake hers and she shook it. I almost expected a hug from her too, wanted a hug from her, but it didn't happen. Talk about mixed messages. After they left, I went to my office and wrote poems until a quarter to three, drinking bourbon and eating brie. Cant hold the feeling...only love holds the feeling. My vacation was waning, soon it would be time to get back to work. The restaurant was in need of its chef de cuisine.

Next morning I arose in a cloudy haze of drunken metaphors. What had actually happened between Nancy and I last night? Did anything of significance happen. Was everything just my imagination blowing it all out of proportion. I reread the verse that I had written last night and was amazed at how much this meeting affected my very thought process. I decided that I would check out the cafe and see how desperate they were for my return. I still wanted a few more days off, wanting to attend Phil and Nancy's' party and not wanting to work with a hangover. Just as I was leaving my front door, I heard a door shut and witnessed Phil closing his trunk. In his arm was a garment bag and I yelled across to him to have a good day. he told me he had to go out of town on some last minute business gig, but that he would try to make it home in time to ring in the new year. I told him he had better and waved good-bye to him. His parting words to me were, "Take care of my girl while Im gone, eh?". Oh yea sure...Ha, I chuckled to myself at that and then wondered again why my mind kept racing to her statement last night in my room, that I had happened to her. I had found the garage door opener, it had been placed in my bathrooms' shower caddy...now I cant for the life of me remember placing it there, but there is where I found it when I showered in the morning. At least it was clean and still worked. Once in my car, I looked for my favorite CD, and cranked it up. I didn't see Nancy coming up behind the car because I was otherwise engaged in the usual car antics, looking in the mirror to make sure I was still beautiful and all...she startled me. "Good morning Cary! How are you?" "Uh hi...I didn't see you there, scared me," was what I said and then it sounded so lame, after all how could she ever scare anyone, not with that perfect mouth and those alluring eyes.

And then I found myself staring and I added, " Im just off down to the cafe to see how things are going. I saw Phil before he left just a few moments ago. What are you up to today?". "Yea, I heard the two of you talking. Too bad about his trip, maybe he will be back in time. As for today, I was thinking of getting into..some....I don't know,,maybe some trouble, what about you? want to get into some trouble?". She played those syllables out, each time she said trouble, I felt trouble brewing inside of me. Each time the last syllable happened, I felt myself spurt sweet wet. Again I was staring. "So? How about it Cary, you game?". I smiled and took in a deep breath and with a voice that was almost quivering, I asked, "What kind of trouble Nancy? What do you have in mind? I don't want to go to jail." Then I laughed and waited for an answer. "Wow, is it really that illegal?" "What are you talking about?" And I hoped that she was talking about what I was thinking about. "Well, I thought that you and I could go to my folks house, they are away in the Bahamas, and raid their wine cellar, since you know so much about wines," and Im watching her as she is talking and wondering wouldn't it be easier to just buy the wine of choice, but I go along with her, when she adds, "and I thought we could get a buzz and maybe smoke some of my brothers ganja, that is if you smoke?" I laughed at loud at that one. I hadn't heard the term Ganja since the late 70s' when a lot of Jamaican bud was coming into the states. "Is that laugh a yes or a no?" I laughed and smiled again and realized that at that moment I would clearly have done anything and gone anywhere with her just to be in her company. This was so weird. She was married..to a nice guy...I had rules, no married or partnered womyn..no affairs...that way no heart ache. So what was I thinking when I said, "Yea babe, lets do it, but first let me get my Pretenders CDs." "Way cool, I'll get my bathing suit and we can swim, hell, forget the suit, lets go. Your car or mine?" "We can take my car," I said. And she left to go to her house to get a few things and I raced inside and grabbed the tunes and locked the doors and went into the garage and brought the door up. There she was standing there looking as cute as could be and for a fleeting second I felt like the howling wolf of all time.

Her folks lived across town in a secluded very private gated section by the golf course. I asked her what they were into and she said Import/Exports, and I thought to myself, uh yea, quite lucrative. The home had a circular driveway. In the circle was a beautiful rose garden and gazebo. To the right of the garden was a wonderful old Victorian chair swing. Nancy jumped out of the car before I brought it to a final stop and told me to wait and then I could pull it into the garage. She disappeared behind the double doors in the entry and within 5 minutes, the doors to the multi garage opened. There was an open space next to a Jag and a Bentley. Also there were other stalls in the back where other cars were parked. I was in awe. They really had money. Once inside, I realized I was in the palace of greatness. Everywhere I looked I saw paintings of masters and works of art that made my place appear like a humble shack. The $295,000.00 I paid was a mere drop in the bucket for these high rollers. I followed Nancy into the kitchen and then down a flight of stairs that led to a fully extensive cellar. On one wall were French Bordeaux's and across from it, California's' own great Cabs, Zins and Pinot Noirs. On another wall, were row after row of white Bordeaux and California counterparts. It was very impressive. Nancy stood watching me. I was hoping that my tongue wasn't hanging out or that drool wasn't slipping from my lips.

"Cary, where did you learn so much about wine?", she asked me after we had drank our first little surprise...a 1986 Deaux Ami. The kind of wine that lingers on your palate long after the last drop has left. Its subtle jammy notes of cassis and pepper blending uniquely and somehow exploding exquisitely in ones mouth. I savored each and every drop and then turned to her and said, "It was my major in college. I thought I wanted to be an oenologist for a while and then cheffing became my mantra." "Teach me," she said as she moved a little closer to me on the couch. "Teach you what baby?", I asked in a half mocking tone. This playing with her was risky, but she had brought me here to be bad and bad was what I was being..in a good way. She stood up and quickly turned her back to me as she reached for another bottle and the pipe and she said, "Well, what can you teach me?", and then she turned back towards me smiling, biting her lip like she had done so many times before. So many times before that had driven me to the brink of sheer excitement. After we smoked some, I opened a bottle of Margaux 1955..the year of my birth. She had told me in the cellar to get the wine that would most make me happy and as I poured that first glass, I told her I was in heaven, and before I could say any more, she said, "Yea, so am I" and she leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I almost spilled that precious wet, but carefully set the bottle down on the floor away from us. The room suddenly became warm, I needed to be free of clothing. I tore my shirt from me as I returned the kiss. Feeling my lips on hers. How the pulse of me ran in staccato jerks, almost spasming. Her ardor was fevered, she grabbed at me pulling me towards her. Somewhere inside of me I thought this couldn't be her first time with a womyn, when she said to me, "Ive never been with anyone but Phil" I had to think, who was Phil? I was so caught up in what I was doing that I forgot that she was married to a guy I could be friends with. I started to pull away from her when she added, "Please don't stop Cary, Im sorry, what did I do wrong?

Please tell me" and she ran her fingers through my hair, jerking on it, letting her fingers work their way down my scalp, caressing my neck. I moved my head in a circular movement, just letting myself feel her. Smelling her scent. My pulse racing through me. I was breathing who she was and I knew in that instance that I wouldn't be able to stop and I didn't really want to stop. I stood up. She stood with me questioning me with her beautiful eyes, and I kissed her fully on her lips. My mouth moved over her face, kissing every part of her.Her nose, her cheeks, her ears, my tongue dipped inside of her ears. I heard her gasp and then a low moan escaped her. It filled me with a longing that took new volume. It roared inside of me. I picked her up in my arms and brought her to the chaise and laid her down. Her long hair fell down over her shoulders. She smiled as she caught her breath and then started to say something when I knelt down beside the chair and started to pull her shirt from her with my teeth. The fabric was elastic and only stretched as I pulled it taut. She laughed and said she would help. I protested and continued working it, pulling it down over her heaving breasts. her breathing became labored when at last my efforts paid off and she was exposed to me and my desire. I licked the space between her breasts and then rounded each with the tip of my tongue. Again she moaned and in between gasps asked me to take my slacks off. She didn't need to ask further, with one hand I undid the buttons and pushed them down over my hips. Using the chair to help me maneuver them down all the way. I was so glad that I had not put undies on this day. Not that I was anticipating any action...but sometimes I just liked the feel of the wind on my pubes. It was instant heat that bled through me.

Liquid like lava that ran down my legs when I saw that she had pulled her panties from her, fully exposing herself to me. She was this gift that somehow had found its way into my life. An offering from heaven. "Cary, take me please. Show me. Anything...anything you want from me...Im all yours..please" she pleaded. I took hold of her in my arms and gently kissed her mouth, letting our lips soften with each breath. I saw that she closed her eyes when I kissed her and I wondered what she was thinking at that moment. She tilted her head back slightly and gave me access to her long slender neck. I kissed her and ran circles with my tongue along her throat and then went deeper down into the hollow of her collarbone, sucking in the flesh as I wandered near the gates of lust. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her boobs. I loved the scent of her, the slight perspiration that was building under each breast. I licked each one and then sucked each nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue loll over each one until they came up taut in my mouth. I felt as her hands massaged my own nipples rather harshly and I pulled from her and moaned a no and then she softened her touch, this time tenderly kneading them until they too came up hard and eager for her mouth. I raised myself up for her to taste me, and she sucked my swollen nips into her precious mouth. It rained inside of me. I pulled from her and knelt down again and let my tongue wander the path of her sex, stopping to such in flesh every now and then creating a small hickey that disappeared with each ensuing kiss. I rubbed my face in her fur, her mons meeting my tongue with each new breath, Sound poems emanated from her and a few times she screamed my name so loudly I thought she would wake the dead. My fingers played with her ass cheeks, silently dipping into her hidden path and then returning to massage her ass.

She couldn't contain herself and started to writhe about on the chaise, obscuring her sex from me. I used my knee to hold her down and she started to protest when I quickly darted my tongue inside of her. She gasped for air and then I softly went to her sex and mounted it fully with my lips. I filled my mouth with air and let the wide flat of my tongue stroke up and down on her clit until I felt it dancing in my mouth. O yea, she was screaming my name over and over. Her own fingers were grabbing for me but not really connecting, I was so intuned with what I was doing, I wasn't allowing myself to be too available for her. this was to be my gift to her. And when I thought she was going to jerk off the settee, I pushed my tongue up deep inside of her. She cried as I pushed a finger into her, returning my tongue to her clit. She opened her legs, spreading herself for me. I laid down atop her body, turning around so that my cunt faced her. At first I wasn't sure what she would do, but then I felt as her tongue toyed with my own sex. I pushed another finger into her and then opened and closed them inside of her, twisting and pumping them. I felt bubbles all around me exploding inside of her. I heard her gasp again as it rained harder this time, unable to control my ownself. I heard her yell, "IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMCCCUUUUUUMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGG." That scream seemed to last an eternity as she poured into my mouth. It literally shot up into my mouth. She tried to get me to stop, but then I wanted just one more scream from her. Call me selfish, but..uh...and I pushed my fingers in as deep as they would go and pumped her until she rocked up into me and cried louder my name over and over, and when that last sudden jerk came, I wrapped myself around her and held her. She was whimpering and I wondered if I had hurt her. I rolled off her and again knelt beside her and started to kiss away the tears that streamed down her face. "Baby, Im sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, Nancy?" "OH Gawd. Oh Gawd...O. Cary....WOW....you didn't hurt me baby just...I just...wow....never have felt..like that oh my, never before....O You are too much, come here let me hold you...please" I was smiling inside big time. I too had orgasmed in a big way, but the most joy was in bringing her full tilt. "How about some wine now,," I asked her and she said, "well, I guess so...but the wine I just had was the best ever" and she bit her lower lip and fell into my arms. I kissed her softly. She tasted like me. I asked her, "Now what did you want me to teach you?" We drank a few bottles and then went upstairs and slept away part of the day wrapped in each others arms. A few times when we awakened, we made more sweet love and then fell back asleep again.

When we awakened, it was dark and we took a shower and then got dressed and left and drove home. That night I made a light dinner for us and we stayed at my place talking and making love. She called her answering machine and jotted down some messages and when she was through she said that Phil had called several times and was worried that he didn't know where she was...and once again, reality hit me in the face...Yea, she was married and I slept with her. I wasn't sure how that made me feel. It wasn't clear. She asked if she could use my phone to call him and then before I could answer she said, "O wait, bad idea, I will just call him from home. I'll be back," and she kissed me and slipped out the back door and through the adjoining fence to our properties. I was feeling a bit awkward, and decided when she came back that we would have to talk about it. I was then acting level headed and mature and was hoping when I saw her I would still be in that same frame. I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down and waited for her to return. But she didn't. Not that night and not any night since then. What I did find out, was that my house and the house next door had been robbed. All my jewelry and personal bank cards were all gone. The neighbors that I thought were so nice, Phil and Nancy didn't exist. The house next door belonged to a couple in their 70s who were vacationing in the Bahamas. The mansion where she and I made such exquisite love belonged to the president of a local bank, who also happened to be out of town. The neighbors remembered seeing a late model BMW there on the day of the supposed robbery. Someone had actually seen my plates and had reported them. The police filled me in with the rest.

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The Bus Ride

It's three o'clock on a hot summer afternoon, and I'm waiting in the smelly bus station for my bus to leave. Linda, my best friend, and now my girlfriend, has invited me to come visit her family's summer camp. I've got a six hour bus ride to look forward to and things are not going well. The bus has been delayed and I'm hot. I can feel sweat trickling down my back and under my arms as I drag my backpack around the station, trying to find someone who can tell me where my bus is.

Some old geezer tells my bus is about to leave so I better hustle over to platform 11. I don't know how I missed the announcement, but sure enough the driver is about to shut the door. I fly up the steps, hand the driver my ticket, and then look around for a seat. Nothing. The bus is jammed, I move slowly to the back and see a seat in the last row.

Just as I drop my ass into the seat, the bus lurches and we're on our way. It's then that I realize I left my bag of food back in the terminal. Must have put it down when I was looking for the bus and forgot about it. Damn! I've got a six hour ride and no food.

I'm in such a black mood that I don't notice the woman sitting next to me. Don't notice her for the next 20 minutes as I slowly calm down and realize I'll be alright. But as I jostle my backpack and bump her leg, we finally exchange glances when I apologize for my clumsiness. She's a young woman -- older than me of course -- wearing a blouse and skirt and has shiny blonde hair. A cross dangles around her neck.

I know I must look atrocious to her in my grunge pants, T shirt and no bra, but we pass a few words about how cramped the bus is and then she opens up a bit. Apparently, she's a young mother, but her baby's been sick and in hospital. I tell her that must be awful, but she says the baby's only been gone for a few days and is doing much better.

She's one of those Christian woman, speaking with a lot of "thank the lords" and "God blesses" thrown in here and there when she speaks. I tell her where I'm from and where I'm going. We talk some more and she tells me how having a baby has changed her life, even her figure. "I used to be so small figured," she says, "but now my bust is enormous." She giggles when she says that. And I notice that she does have large boobs.

At some point, I fall asleep and when I awake, it's dark outside and the bus is quiet. I look down the aisle and notice the bus is nearly empty. A few passenger remain up front. Otherwise, it's empty expect for us. The mother says that most of the passengers got off at the last stop. She seems to be happy I'm awake because she immediately starts talking. She complains about the heat. I agree. The air conditioning doesn't seem to be working well.

A moment later, she tells that she feels like she's going to bust. I ask her what she means, and she explains how her breasts have been filling with milk during the ride. "My baby usually feeds three times a day. I expressed my milk this morning, but already I'm filling up again." Worse, all her maternity bras are dirty, so she's wearing one that's too tight.

Blushing, she asks me if I mind her unbuttoning a few buttons to let off the pressure. I tell her it's no problem. I can see she's got one of those lacy bras on. Her boobs look pretty big and I notice her blouse is stretched tight over them.

I figure she's a little embarrassed, so I try not to look too much. I look down at my own boobs. They are the one part of my figure I'm half-way proud of. They're not small like Linda's, but full and round without being too big. For the next 45 minutes, we don't say much. I try not to think about my hunger which is gnawing at me. I hope the ride will end soon. But then the woman starts squirming again.

"Between the heat and the milk, this is getting to be too much," she almost cries out. I see sweat on her forehead and she's grimacing.

"I don't think I can stand this much longer," she continues. "I don't know what to do!"

I feel sorry for her and so I stammer, "is there anything I can do?"

She looks at me with these almost pleading eyes. "I'm so embarrassed to ask, but do you think you could...? It really hurts right now"

I move the bags on the floor over to my seat and kneel in front of her, while the woman unbuttons her blouse and frees one of her large breasts from the bra. The nipple is enormous and brown. I've never seen anything like it. Already there is a drop or two of milk on the tip. My stomach quietly growls as I clasp my mouth to the warm teat and begin sucking.

A surge of milk fills my mouth and I begin swallowing greedily. The milk is warm and slightly sweet. Some of the milk drips out of the side of my mouth, so I put my arm around her waist and hold her closer so as not to lose a drop. At first, I'm sucking fast, but after I get over my initial frenzy of hunger, I slow down and begin to nurse more like a baby, with regular gulps.

I notice that woman has parted her legs slightly to let me in closer to her, so she doesn't have to lean over so much. After several minutes she suddenly stops me and whispers that it's time to switch. She brings forth the other large, swollen breast and I begin drinking again. This time, she clasps her arms around me and holds me tightly to her warm bosom. At the same time, she opens her legs still wider. I realize that her skirt has ridden up (or did she pull it up?) and that my stomach is pressed up against her panties.

She holds me tightly to her breast and I reciprocate, keeping my arms wrapped around her waist. My boobs are pressed snugly against her waist. Then I notice that the mother is breathing more heavily, sighing every once in a while. She's also beginning to rub the crotch of her panties against my stomach. I continue drinking, I'm so hungry. And then, I feel her body shudder, a little spasmodic convulsion of her hips. She lets out a little cry and buries her face in my shoulder and grunts several times. As the flow of milk begins to slow, I feel a growing wet sensation on my T-shirt where the woman's crotch was pressed up against me. For a moment, we remain tightly embraced, her tit still in my mouth.

Almost simultaneously, we both realize the bus is slowing down and turning into a bus terminal. The woman exclaims "oh my lord" and quickly puts her bra back on and buttons up her blouse. "There's my husband," she cries out, grabbing her bag. The mother has a look of contentment and happiness on her face as she gets up. Then, she turns to me and gushes, "thank you, thank you so much!"

I nod and smile, then gather up my belongings. It's my stop too. As I get off, I see the woman leap into her husband's arms. I don't even notice Linda come up and greet me. She squeezes my hand and, when no one is looking, gives me a kiss. After we exchange hellos, she asks me if I'm hungry."

"No," I reply. "I ate on the bus."

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More Than Computers

I pulled my jacket tighter around me and stamped my feet, trying to warm up. A few feet away my mom and grandpa were standing in the last patch of warm sun on the grass, laughing. So unfair. "Respect your elders", I muttered sarcastically under my breath. Ha! What am I supposed to do when my 'elders' drag me halfway across New York to stand in the freezing April air (yes, April, the weather has been unseasonable lately) while they take the last spot on line? I decided that was enough grumbling, so I started looking around. No hot guys, damn. A pretty girl standing over by the flagpole, but Bad haircut with a capital B. Like I'm one to talk. My hair is black and curly. No, that's a lie. My hair is red and straight. I permed it and dyed it awhile back, so now its half grown out and looks extremely odd. I like it. Finally the line moved a quarter inch and I could see the sign on the door that said "Computer Show $6, $5 with ticket".

I could also see slightly through one of the doorways into the ticket-buying area. Sticking into my field of vision was a black, velvety, strappy, high heeled shoe attached to a cream-white ankle with a ball-chain ankle bracelet. Beyond that, the door blocked my view. I liked that shoe. Maybe when I got to the front of the line, if the wearer was still there, I could ask her where she bought them. She was there when I got to the front, because she was the hand-stamp girl. For you lay-people, computer shows are big big big rooms filled with computer merchandise and nerds. In order to get in you gotta pay, and get your hand stamped. I handed the ticket money to the man at the desk and turned to the owner of the shoe to have my hand stamped. The only thought in my mind as my eyes traveled upwards was, "Wow!" Now, I think that (insert your choice of minor deity here) made women quite well, and as much as I love all areas of the female body, I like legs best. Especially legs like these. Smooth and shapely, clad only in a short black skirt with a slit all the way up the side.

The way she was sitting, with her legs crossed, on the stool made the slit spread wider and I could see her creamy smooth thigh on the right side. I was already getting painful images in my head about how it would feel to run my fingers over that smooth flesh. I finally drew my eyes away from those fabulous legs and saw that she was wearing a thin white blouse, almost see-through. Oddly enough, the first thought that went through my mind was that she must be freezing. I felt like I had been staring at her for hours but it was only a few seconds. Its a good thing no one noticed anything about the way I was staring hungrily at her body. It was a waste to put clothes on a body like that; she should be put on display at a museum, without those velvet ropes and "don't touch" signs. A body like that, legs like those, deserved to be stared at, and stroked, caressed and enjoyed. I felt deprived just standing there not being able to touch her. I'd kill to feel her soft skin against my hands and my lips. I'd pay the $5 admission again for the sight that greeted my eyes next. When I was finally able to cease my perverted minds ramblings and look at her face I found it was as tasty looking as the rest of her. Full lips with purple lipstick. Lips I would love to kiss all night long. Lips I longed to feel on me. She had shoulder length dark brown hair and wide, light eyes. Her skin had the healthy tint and glow of a girl who loved the sun, and it was flawless and looked smooth as silk.

My fingers itched to touch her, to stroke her neck as I kissed that soft luscious mouth. She smiled at me and lifted the hand stamp. I reached out automatically and she took my hand and stamped it. After it was stamped, she held it for what seemed like an extra second or two and I looked at the dark plum nail polish that complimented her slender fingers. She hadn't taken my mom or grandpas hand to stamp it, only mine. I was relishing being so close to her, drinking in her scent like some flower I can't name, and treasuring the feeling of her hand against mine storing the sensations to enjoy later. I took my hand back reluctantly and walked into the big computer showroom. I would've stayed near her, every nerve I had told me to never leave her side, except that there were people behind me. All through the show I kept glancing around stacks of books and computer displays, trying to catch another glimpse of that sweet face and delicious body. Once, when I looked over, she was trying to adjust the strap of her bra, and she had a pained look on her face.

A minute later she got up from her stool and headed down the small corridor near the entrance that ended at the ladies room. I quickly followed her, eager to see her up close again, and I went in the stall across from her and peeked out from the crack in between the door and the doorframe. I figured that I could start up a conversation with her when we washed our hands. As I peeked out into the otherwise empty bathroom waiting for her to come out I wondered if she was gay, or bi, or whatever. The way she had looked at me and the way she had held my hand longer than was strictly normal had lead me to believe that she might not be against me making a move on her, but I wasn't sure I could take the risk that it was completely innocent. After a minute, the door opened and she came out. I moved to open my door but right then she started to sing. It was a little snatch of "its all been done" by barenaked ladies (bit of a coincidence, as that was what I was just thinking about ;) he he) I realized she thought she was alone in here. My suspicions were confirmed when she walked over to the mirror, pulled up her shirt and muttered, "damn strap." She had a nice flat stomach, but my eyes were drawn like magnets to her bra. It was white cotton with little blue flowers.

It looked soft and comfortable and I wished I could touch her so bad that I almost broke down the stall door and charged her. I was held in place by what she did next, though. She pulled her shirt up farther, and then over her head, dropping it on the little countertop/ she then proceeded to take off her bra too, but unfortunately she had moved out of my frame of view. The next thing I saw was her walking past my still closed door with her shirt back on, and a bulge in her bag where her bra now was. After another hour or two of computer shopping, I sensed that my mom was gonna start working her way toward the door. I knew it would take my mom forever before she was ready to leave, so I decided I would attempt at making conversation with that vision of beauty. I walked up to the stool where she was sitting and put my hand on the edge of it. Just the heat coming from her legs was making me dizzy, but not dizzy enough so that I couldn't spark a conversation with her. We exchanged names, mine Samantha, hers Jessica. It turned out that she lived not that far from me and that thrilled me to no end. We really hit it off, talking about computers and shit like that. We swapped phone numbers, email addresses, and jokes to pass the time.

She had a break in 5 minutes and she said we could go sit on the couch in the make-shift rec room and relax for a bit. I wasn't sure I trusted myself alone in a room with her, I might just jump on her. From the looks that she was giving me, though, I didn't think she'd mind. We definitely had hit it off right away, and I think she sensed the attraction-bond too. Her break came, and we made our way to the couch and sat down together, still laughing and talking. It wasn't meant to be a 2 person couch and for that I was insanely grateful. We were scrunched up against each other and every once in a while her fingertips would brush my hand or my leg, and it set my nerves on fire. All the nerve endings in my fingers were screaming for me to touch her, so I gave in and did it. I lightly placed my hand on the inside of her leg, right next to the knee, and started gently stroking up towards the hem of her skirt. All through this, she continued telling jokes, but her voice had turned audibly shaky. She was still smiling, so I abandoned the circling and just ran my fingertips lightly up and down her leg. I then placed my whole hand on top of her leg above the knee and stroked upward, pushing her skirt up in the front. I let my fingertips explore, meandering lightly across the soft and sensitive skin of her upper thighs and then across the crotch of her underwear to the other thigh. When my fingers passed over the patter of blue flowers on white cotton, she inhaled sharply and let out a little moan.

She widened her legs, taking my hand in hers, spreading to give me more room, and pressed my hand up against the crotch of her underwear which was already hot and wet. I stroked up and down, enjoying the heat, then pushed my hand under the side of her panties and started fingering her, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She kept one hand gripping the arm of the couch and the other hand against her, making sure that I didn't dare pull my hand away. I looked up at her beautiful face; her eyes were half closed and her head was leaning back against the wall. She was making tiny gasping noises and was obviously trying to keep from moaning with pleasure by biting her lip. Little moans were escaping from her and each one thrilled me and made me stroke her harder and faster, turning my soft touch into a fiery caress. She moved forward in her seat, pushing her hot, wet pussy more firmly into my hand. She was close and no amount of lip biting was going to cover up the moans, no, the screams of pleasure I wanted to hear from her. I heard the door at the end of the hall open and we quickly scattered, her pulling her skirt back down, and me standing up and trying to look normal. A second later an old fat lady waddled by and went into the next room. We watched as her large rear retreated into the distance and we turned to look at each other. Her face was flushed, and before either of us knew it, we were kissing. Her mouth was just as soft and delicious as I imagined it would be.

She turned it into a french kiss and for the next few minutes all that existed in the world were her and I; just the two of us and no one else. Our newfound togetherness was shattered by a rough cough and a gruff voice saying, "Jessica, break was over 10 minutes ago!" She jumped out of my arms looking in slightly guilty surprise at the woman standing in front of us. "Unless I was interrupting something...." The lady said in an amused voice. Jessica quickly replied, "no, no, I was just getting back." As the woman strode purposefully out of earshot, She turned to me and whispered, "Come and keep me company." She grabbed my hand and practically dragged me back to her little stool and her hand stamp. Since it was so late in the day not many people were going in by us, and we were having fun trying to sneak kisses in between stampings. We almost got caught by the ticket guy a few times, but we always managed to pull apart right before he looked over. He did catch me with my hand on her thigh underneath her skirt once, but I think it just turned him on. He looked almost sorry to go on break a few minutes later.

I was enjoying just looking at her, but touching her was pure heaven. Either me stroking her skin which I couldn't stop touching, or the cold air blowing in through the crack of the door had made her blouse the center of my attention. Two tiny erect nipples poked out against the thin fabric. I couldn't resist anymore, so I reached over and cupped her breast in my hand, stroking my thumb over her hard nipple, making her sigh a little. I looked around and no one was in sight so I pushed the shirt up over her tits and observed one of the best views I have had the pleasure of seeing in my young life. Two beautiful, round, soft breasts with erect little nipples pointing to me at attention. I bowed my head and she said, "What are you doi.....ohhh!" as I ran my tongue in slow circles around and over the nipple, the placed my mouth directly over it and sucked lightly, biting a little. She moaned almost inaudibly and smiled at me. I looked up and kissed her, letting her taste herself in my mouth and letting her shirt drop back into place with my hand still under it, caressing her breasts. I wanted to feel her all over, and lick her until she screamed, but I couldn't. I suggested the we hook up another time, go out on a proper date, and then go someplace where we wouldn't be interrupted by having to stamp peoples hands. She agreed and said she'd call me that night to talk and to pick out a place to go. After a while, I saw my grandpa and mom, both with their backs to us, looking at the last computer display before the exit. It was time to go. I turned to her and gave her one last kiss, my hands stroking over her skin and weaving themselves into her silky hair. I reluctantly removed myself from the embrace and went to my grandpa, walking backwards so as to see her for as long as possible. She raised her hand in a faint wave, and I took one of the fingers that I had been fingering her with and put it in her mouth, tasting her. She grinned and winked. I turned around and gave my grandpa a surprise hug. He looked at me and said, "You were so grumpy this morning in the car, what happened" "I don't know," I said, "but I have a feeling I'm not going to be unhappy anymore!"

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