Susan and Priscilla

You guys know me from before, my name is Susan and I have a roommate that her name is Carmen, you know that we have had very good times together but I am the star in this story and she doesn't even know this happened, if she knew, she would feel jealous, so don't tell her.

Carmen had left on a business trip and the day before I gave her a super farewell intimate party, we ate pussy like crazy and she couldn't even wake up from bed the next day, that's how tired I got her!!

The very next day Carmen left a beautiful brunette with blue eyes and shapely body knocked on my door. I was naked playing with my vibrator and when I went to the door and saw that beauty I put on a very sexy nightgown, although it was like 2:00pm.

I opened my door and asked her how I could help her and she told me that she was Priscilla, the new neighbor and wanted to introduce herself to all the neighbors. I looked at her from top to bottom and I told her, oh, hi, my name is Susan and I also have a roommate who's on a business trip and her name is Carmen. But you'll meet her later. Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, I asked. She looked at me and said, no, I guess I woke you up; I don't want to be inconsiderate.

I said, girl, no, I'm in these clothes because that's the way I like to dress at home. By the way let me tell you that she had on a very long skirt and a long sleeved super covered blouse, but she looked fantastic with her small but firm breasts and her tiny waist and big and rounded but. So she said, it's ok, I'll take a tea instead, and do you have tea? I said, yes don't worry come in.

She came in and we sat in the kitchen meanwhile I was preparing the tea. We talked about everything and soon enough we discovered that we had a lot of things in common. I also noticed that she was a very smart and educated girl. Knowing that she was educated and smart made me even more aroused, but I couldn't figure out what her preferences were.

But, surprise!! She kept looking at my body and I started getting suspicious. I asked her, do you have a boyfriend, lover, husband, girlfriend or what? She said, I'm single and want to keep single. Men have been so terrible to me that I don't want them around ever!!! I understand, I said, women are more comprehensive and caring, have you tried a lesbian relationship? Oh no, I'm homophobic!!! I don't want to have anything to do with lesbians!!!

I said, oh well, that's your decision and I respect it. Why you ask? Are you a lesbian? I said, no, no, I was just asking. Then we kept chatting for a few more hours and we even cooked dinner together. I really like this bitch, but she is denial of her sexuality, she must like me because I have caught her staring at me several times, I thought to myself.

So how do you fulfill your sexual needs? I asked her. And she said, I don't, I'm just dry inside. Bitch if I do to you what I know, you' won't think you're dry, I thought. Anybody is dry inside, is just that you haven't found the right person for you and that's it I said. She said, maybe, but I'm not interested in looking.

Just by looking at her I was getting hotter and hotter. The way she talked, laughed and moved was making me go crazy and I had to have her pussy in my lips. I said, would you like to move from the kitchen to my bedroom/living room? We are going to be more comfortable there. She said, ok, and so we did. But it wasn't a good idea for me because the bed, my passion, and Priscilla. I was going wild inside!!!

She kept talking and started saying that she felt so empty and alone and that she really need it someone to love her. She started telling me her stories with men and started crying I hugged her and she told me that she was feeling tired that she'd better go back home. Then I told her, why don't you sleep here, this is a futon and you can easily sleep here, I'll fix it for you so you won't feel so alone.

I think I found my best friend in you, you're so kind. Ok I'll sleep here but just if you let me fix breakfast for you tomorrow, Priscilla asked. Deal, I said. But little she know that I had my second thoughts about her sleeping there and I didn't care what happened as a consequences of what I was going to do.



I fixed her the bed and she came back from her house dressed in sleepwear, long pajamas and all the deal, but she still looked sexy to me and I wanted her!!! She went to bed and I told her I was going to watch television for a while. But what I really wanted was for her to fall asleep completely so I could go on with my plan.

Finally, like almost midnight she falls soundly asleep. I woke up from bed and went to the drawer and got the hand-coughs. I also went to the kitchen and got some wide tape. I went to my secret hideout and got my strap-on vibrator and went back to the room.

When I got back to the room, I locked her hands and feet to the bed. She woke up and asked me what was going on, and I told her that I was going to gave her some lessons that she was never going to forget. She started talking loud asking me to unlock her, and that excited me even more.

Listen if you don't shut the fuck up bitch I will have to put this tape over your beautiful lips and I don't want to. She started yelling and asking what I was going to do to her. I said, enough, tape for you sweetie, and I covered her mouth with tape. Then I ripped her clothes off of her and got even more excited with what I saw. She had the biggest pussy I've ever seen and it was going to be all for me, I thought. I made a strip tease for her and went straight to nibble on her tits. They were so sweet and wonderful I was cumin just by sucking on them. Then I kept kissing her all over until I got to her pussy.

I started to pass my tongue on her shaved pussy all around her clit but without touching it. Sweetly and softly I was biting, licking, nibbling on it and she was screaming with her mouth closed. I finally started eating her clit and tonguing her in and out and she got very excited, she was about to cum, before she came, I put on my strap on vibrator and started penetrating her.

She was so wet that we didn't need lubricant for her. I finished my job and I took the tape out of he mouth and she had a shy smile on her face. She told me, I disguised you!!! I told you that story of me being homophobic and you'd fall for it. It made you feel really excited didn't it?

What you're talking about? I asked. I am saying that I've been a lesbian for 10 years now and I disguised you!!!! I made up that entire story to see if I could get you excited, and it worked!!! Priscilla told me. I don't object of telling you that lie, because it has been the most amazing sex I've ever had!!!

I've been thinking about doing this since I saw you the other day coming from the park with your tight biker shorts and short tank top. You looked so amazing that I said that you had to be for me.

Is your roommate a lesbian? Priscilla asked. We are both bisexual and we've been having a secret affair ever since we discovered it, I answered. Good, maybe we can have a lot of fun the three of us or maybe you want to keep this our little secret, Priscilla whispered in my ear.

I said, ok, we'll keep it a secret, but now that I know you're a lesbian, you're going to eat my pussy as well or better than I did my little whore. We fucked for the rest of the night; I don't know what I'm going to do when Carmen gets back!!

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The Adventures of Sasha and Clair

I was worn to a frazzle. My 7-year old twin boys were driving me up the wall now that school was out. "What are we going to do today?" each one asked over and over. Finally their dad took pity on me and took them off my hands for a long weekend. They left early on Thursday morning to spend time with Craig's parents. I went back to bed.

When I awakened, I remembered we had new neighbors. I'd seen the moving vans, but had not laid eyes on them. After a late breakfast, I baked chocolate chip cookies and walked across the street. A beautiful young woman answered the bell. She was perhaps 24 or 25 with creamy skin, green eyes and smartly styled short auburn hair A belted robe covered her.

"Hi, I'm Clair, your neighbor from across the street. Am I disturbing you? I brought cookies. Welcome to the neighborhood," I stammered. She took the plate.

"Hi Clair, I'm Sasha. Nice to meet you. I was out on the patio. Would you join me?"

"Of course," I said.

"These will go great with the lemonade I have outside. I was taking a little sun. Do you mind if I continue while we talk"

"Please, go right ahead." I seated myself under an umbrella near the pool as she went to a chaise chair. When I looked back at her she had removed her robe. She stood there in her totally nude, voluptuous beauty. High full breasts, tiny waist and impossibly long, shapely legs.

"It's just us girls here. You don't object to my nudity, do you?"

"Not at all." I forced the words past my lips. She was so incredibly beautiful and perfect. My mind, my nipples and my pussy went on alert. I thought I had basically controlled these kinds of responses to women years ago. As I nibbled on a cookie, I thought back.

Mom and Dad divorced when I was 16. She wanted to travel so Dad got me. He never remarried, but had relationships until he found a steady. Deborah seemed to be perfect for Dad. Perfect until she raped me. Well, it started out as rape.

Dad was gone overnight on a business trip and asked Deborah to stay with me. During the night she came into my room. Naked. She frantically pulled at my nightie until it was torn down the front. She kissed me hard and rubbed herself on me, all the while telling me to relax and enjoy it. She bit at my nipples as she rubbed my pussy. I fought to push her away, but fear and disgust soon turned to pleasure when she made me cum. I stopped fighting and let her have what she wanted. All of me. Oh, what sounds she made as she ate me, as she rode me in the night. She took my virginity with the strap-on dildo I'm sure my dad had no knowledge of. As I yelped in pain when she de-flowered me, she was triumphantly cumming on the part that was lodged in her. She said that was the ultimate rush for her. All night, she extracted one orgasm after another from my inexperienced body. I was so embarrassed at my actions when the morning came. Mom had come home and I called for her to pick me up while Deborah was singing in the shower. I never stayed with Dad again until he got a new companion.

I went off to college two years later. Making a success of it was my only goal. Not many dates and very few parties. I switched roommates several times because the lonely girls wanted to fuck with me. In their naked youthfulness, they tempted me but I did not surrender. Pink pussy, taut titties, smooth skin, floral fragrances, flowing hair were put from my mind. Sometimes I forced myself to listen as a roommate moaned in pleasure when the girl from across the hall slipped in and fucked her. I knew how good they felt as they did it. When I allowed myself a peek, a roommate might be lying across the bed with her hair spilling to the floor. A girl would be attached to her breast, sucking loudly. Or she might be using her mouth between her legs. Or she might be riding her. Beauty on beauty, rubbing pussies, seeking release. Most times, though, I would put in my earplugs, turn over and go to sleep.

I met Craig in my senior year. An advertising firm hired me right out of college. We married two years later. The boys came along when I was 30. I still work for the ad firm but only part-time and from my home office.

Now looking at this gorgeous creature sunning herself, the feelings are slithering back. She rubbed oil on her skin as we chatted. When she lay back on the chaise, her large, shaved pussy came in to view. My own pussy clinched. I nervously agreed to do her back when she asked. My hands kneaded her neck, shoulders, and her back.

"Would you be a darling and do my buttocks, please, Clair?" Was it my imagination or did she purr and undulate as my hands traveled over her. She was turning me on. Big time. I finished her back, created an excuse and got the hell out of Dodge.

I know Clair was turned on by me. Her hands shook as she massaged me. I know what I look like. I practically ooze sexuality. It's a fact of my life. Men and women are hot for me. In my senior year at college, I met a beautiful couple at a student-teacher mixer. They took a sexual interest in me at first sight. She would watch while he pounded into me from behind. The professor would never do it any other way. He would sit near the bed watching while she rubbed herself on me or sucked my pussy. He was ever the gentleman, always letting her have me first. They want to fuck me. I've taken pleasure from many people, the beautiful, perfect ones, even after I married.

My husband at 42 is 16 years my senior He fell hopelessly in love with me when I interviewed for a job at his company. I have not worked a day since I met him. But I expertly spend his money. Even at his age, Barry is an excellent lover. When he pops the little blue pill, he fucks me long and hard and deep in both orifices. I am an excellent hostess and I do look great on his arm.

Now back to Clair. Yes, those hands felt marvelous. Especially on my ass as she pulled open my cheeks to spread the oil. It has been a month since I have had the pleasure of a woman. Moving was such a bummer. What was her name? Rianna. Yes, Rianna. A 19-year old highly experienced nymph, hot as a volcano. I met her at a pool party. She is the daughter of one of my husband's partners. She wanted to fuck me on the premises that day. Instead, I talked her into meeting me at a small hotel in the city. I wanted to savor her. She brought her personal "arsenal." For half a day, I let her do things to me, put things into me. Sinful, delectable, pleasurable things. I have no doubt that I will hear from her again. And her brother. I did have a quickie with him in the downstairs bathroom.

Clair has probably forgotten how beautiful she is since the kids were born. She is 5' 7" with shoulder length black hair and gray eyes. Motherhood has not hurt her figure. I'll just bet she thought primarily of her family until I came along. Now she is thinking about how my pussy looked when I spread myself out in the sun. Had she looked closer, she would have noticed it glistening with my juices. Juice brought forth by her stares.

That night I dreamt four dark-haired women were pulling at me, wanting me, touching all of me. I woke with a start before I came. Craig would be so disappointed in me if he knew I had been with a woman. Still wanted to be with one after all these years. Sometimes late at night when I can't sleep, I pull out that memory of her, hair swinging, breasts bouncing, pounding into me. I silently rub my clit and let myself cum. Once I am spent, I can roll over, pretend it didn't happen and go to sleep.

The next day I invited Clair for brunch. It was Friday and my husband was at the office. I also invited Heather, a fellow graduate student. Heather lets me kiss her and pet her above the waist only. Man, was she a kisser and her breasts were to die for. Those titties took the edge off our study sessions. She said she was saving "below" for Mr. Right. I wanted to excite Clair a bit. While they were there, I touched Heather's breasts inside her low-cut blouse as she sat next the Clair on the sofa or kissed her on the lips as if it were the most natural thing to do. Clair took it all in. At the door, I gave Heather one long last kiss with some tongue and saliva action. I gave Clair a swift smack on the lips before sending her across the street.

She kissed me. She really did. But not like she kissed Heather. I saw her pink tongue enter Heather's mouth. They seem so natural together. Sasha must be fucking her. Somehow, I was a little jealous.

Clair didn't come over today, but we chatted on the phone. By Saturday, I knew I had to make a move on her while our husbands were away. Mine was in an all day golfing tournament. It was already mid-morning. "Clair, come over. I have something I want to show you. Ten minutes, ok?"

I showered and slipped on a mint green, see-through-lace tank top and panty. They fit close, hugging and accentuating my mound and my nipples. Clair rang on time. I quickly pulled her in. When I closed the door, I greeted her with a quick smack on the lips-kind of like before. When she opened her mouth to gasp, I forced my tongue inside. She put up a token effort to push me away, but finally acquiesced as I knew she would. I knew from day one that I would fuck her. Married women are my best conquests. They are so needy for something different and exciting. I am that.

"Let's go upstairs. I can hardly wait to see you naked."

"Sasha, please. I don't know if I...Is that outfit what you wanted to show me? You look so hot in it."

"Thanks," I said while turning to model. "I'll let you peel it off me. You know you want to get inside my panties, don't you? You want to touch my pussy. I saw you looking at it. At me. Come on up, Clair. You can do whatever you want with me."

I had her. I was offering her everything she wanted. Her clothes fell away quickly. Before long, she was slowly removing my green items. Her breath was ragged. Then I was lying on top of her. My rather large clit was pushing into her. My tongue invaded her sweet mouth again. Our breasts pressed tightly together. I heard the sound of surrender in her throat as I began to slowly ride her.

This beautiful woman was pressing against me. Her mound was screwing on mine. She felt so damn good. I thought I would go crazy as she fucked my mouth with her tongue. Such exquisite pleasure was finally mine again. Her hot body and her naughty words encouraged my release. I pushed upward as I came endlessly. She joined me.

Sasha was still very excited from our lovemaking. She pulled away and began sucking my breasts very hard as she rubbed my clit. Soon she moved between my thighs, spread me wide and began eating on my pussy. Sasha pumped three fingers into me as she pulled on my clit with her lips. My labia, my entire pussy disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I thrashed in sublime pleasure as her long tongue made its way deep inside my vagina. My juices flowed freely. I lost all count of my orgasms.

My, my what a passionate woman this Clair is. She seemed to have had a lot of pent-up passion for a woman and she released it with me. As she fucked me, Clair whispered that she's needed pussy for so long. I don't think she's aware that she spoke. Perhaps I can get a story from her. Wherever she got some, it must be memorable.

During our time together, Clair asked to "ride" me as I did her. My engorged clit stood at attention for her. She was ecstatic as she climbed aboard and fitted her swollen pussy to me. Her lovely face, eyes closed, was concentrated in lust as our pussies humped toward orgasm. Her red lips were parted, thick from my kisses. Perspiration dripped from her long neck down between her breasts. Beads of it caught on the thin gold heart that dangled from its chain. Her nipples were rock hard when I reached up for her breasts. Her ass was soft and sleek as I guided her screwing. Like me, Clair fucked deeply. I was ground into my mattress. She held off cumming for as long as she could. Her body would leave mine for precious seconds holding back, but it could barely stand the absence. Contact. Sweet contact again. When she finally let herself cum, it was hard and sustained. After long minutes, she collapsed on me. Tears flowed as she thanked me and kissed me passionately.

Sasha and I spent the afternoon having sex. I kissed and sucked every delicious inch of her-breasts, pussy, ass, the soles of her feet-everywhere. Now I know she did purr as I put my fingers in her pussy one by one.

Sasha left me for a short time and came back with a bag she said she kept hidden in the attic. With her back to me, she stepped into a harness. She turned and came toward me with a red 8-inch dick. Man, what pleasure I had with her slicing that thing into me from behind as we watched ourselves in the mirror. When she aimed the phallus at my butthole and paused, I gave her permission to enter. Sasha rubbed my dripping pussy and transferred the juice to my hole. Ever so slowly, she pressed forward. Slowly, so that I could savor the thick fullness. So that I could watch. There was no real pain, but there was much pleasure. She pushed all the way to the hilt and locked herself into me. I lost my virginity to yet another woman. She began sliding the dick in and out of my anus. Powerful strokes. Playful but erotic slaps on my cheeks heightened my pleasure. I came when I saw her dip at the knees, then come back up and push hard into me. The feel of that thing was incredible. The feel of Sasha was extraordinary

We were beautiful together. Natural. She pressed me against the shower wall, kissing me hungrily as the water beat down on us. I couldn't make up for 20 years of lost pussy in one day, but I made a nice dent. I went home exhausted, but it was the best day of my life.

"If you do anything worthwhile today, do it with a woman." Tayla

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The Laundry Room

There I was home alone on a Friday night. My boyfriend was out of town on a business trip. No doubt fucking the shit out of his secretary. I could not totally blame him though, she was drop dead gorgeous. Hell I had had a couple of wet dreams about her myself. My two best girlfriends left their husbands at home and were off on a trip together. They told their husbands it was with a church group. Yeah right, how many church groups go to a nude resort in Jamaica. God knows what they or who they are into. But me I was at home, sitting in the laundry room at my apartment building at 10:00 pm waiting for my clothes in the machines. I was reading one of those trashy womans magazines. The article was about how the author thought that all women had fantasies about other women. Yet they rarely ever acted on it. That was me. I love men and cock but I have always wondered what it would be like with another woman.

I was getting kinda turned on as I read. The author was describing how for the purposes of research for the article she answered an add in a swingers periodical for a couple seeking a single female for sexy fun. She was describing in detail all the sexy things her and this couple did together, when I heard the laundry room door open and in walked the most gorgeous girl in the building. I had met her a couple of times and knew her name was Kara. She was from Italy. She moved here to the states when she was 17 on an exchange program. But she fell in love with L.A. so much she decided to stay.

That was fifteen years ago. She had the most perfect dark olive skin, deep brown eyes that just seemed to swallow you whole, her 5"1" slender frame had all the right curves and her medium breasts had large nipples that showed through just about everything she wore. I on the other hand was your typical white girl. 5'7" a little overweight at 135 lbs. But I could still get away with spandex and mini skirts due to being a little taller. My breasts are pretty good size at 36D. But I wish my nipples were a little bigger like Kara's. At 39 I thought I looked pretty good and by the looks and cat calls I get, I think some of you guys out there agree.

I watched as Kara seperated her clothes on the sorting table. I noticed that there were no bras in her basket(That would explain why you could always see her nipples) I also noticed that all there was in her underwear pile was thongs and g-strings. As I sat there the panty pile was right next to me and I could smell her womanly scent drifting my way. It was odd but I started getting wet. Kara put in one load then asked me if I would watch her stuff while she went to get more soap. I said sure and out the door she went. I noticed at this point she also had a great ass. When she was gone I reached over and picked up her panty pile and looked at all the sexy things in front of me.

They were all shear, either lacy or just plain see through. I noticed that they all seemed to have a white residue in the crotch. Wow this girl was always wet. I put the pile back except for one g-string. They were shear lavender in the middle and had a purple lace border. The front patch could not haver been more than 3 inches tall and about 1 1/2 inches wide. I put them to my nose and inhaled her scent. It was simply intoxicating. If I were to live out my bi-sexual fantasies with a women I would want it to be with Kara.

Kara entered the laundry room and not having time to put the g-string back in the pile I slid them under my leg. Kara smiled at me and thanked me for watching her clothes. I said no problem I was happy to. She put in her second load then left again. I pulled her panties out and put them to my nose again. My eyes were closed and I was imagining her naked except for these panties. I could see how the bottom of the patch disappeared into her slit. I could see her large puffy lips showing through the shear lavender fabric. I imagined her to be completely shaven. Not a hair to be seen anywhere. I dreamt that she came into the laundry room and started kissing me. She ran her hands down to my chest and pinched my nipples through the thin white shorty tank top I was wearing.

Sliding one hand lower and rubbing my pussy through the spandex shorts I wore. They are tight and my lips are visable through them. She is rubbing my pussy hard through my shorts and a big wet spot is showing. Oh enough of this imagining shit. I reached down and pushed my hand down the front of my shorts and shoved a finger into my pussy. I had her panties in my mouth and was pinching a nipple with the other hand. My eyes were still closed and I was getting close to cumming. I could taste Karas pussy from her panties. Pushing down the front of my shorts I took her g-string and rubbed my clit with them the lace on them adding just the friction I needed to send me over the edge. Just as I came I felt a pair of soft lips on mine and a tongue probing the opening to my mouth. As I came out of the dreamy state I was in and opened my eyes I was greeted by Kara's deep brown eyes. She kissed me hard with a probing tongue. Then leaning close she told me to follow her and bring the panties with me. I was more than willing to go to her place. As I got up I noticed the large wet spot in the front of my shorts. Kara noticed it also and said, "when we get back to my place you will have to take those off so we can wash then too."

Kara's apartment was close, so we got there in just a couple of seconds. As soon as we were inside and the door closed Kara grabbed the front of my tank top and ripped it open. Then grabbing me by the back of the neck she pulled me into another kiss. This had to be the most aggressive woman I had ever met. Feeling a bit of it myself I pulled the waitband of her skirt and towards me as hard as I could and was rewarded by the zipper giving way and the skirt ripping away from her sexy body. She was not wearing any panties I guess they were all dirty. Oh well. Now keep in mind I have never done anything with a woman before, but there was no way I was going to pass up this oppertunity. We separated just long enough for her to remove her sweater and me my wet shorts, then we were on eachother again. I pushed her down on the couch and without any hesitation I dove into her pussy.

She was dripping like you would not believe. I licked her from clit to ass and back up to clit again. She was pushing my head into her pussy harder. I sucked her clit with my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue at the same time. She rewarded me with a scream of extasy. I slid two fingers up her hot steamy pussy. She started to rock her hips up to meet my mouth. I was finger fucking her rapidly when she came. I had heard that some women can squirt when they cum and Kara was one of then. No wonder all of her thongs and g-strings were all soaked. I swallowed as much as I could but a lot leaked out and was all over my face and on her couch. Taking me by the head she pulled me up her body towards her face. I paused near her tits to pay homage to those magnificent globes and nipples. Then moved up and we kissed for a long time before she rolled us down onto the floor.

Kara sat on my chest facing away from me then lowered herself down in a 69 position over me. I was looking up at her gorgeous cunt above me and realised that she was in fact like my dream totally shaven. God that was so sexy. I had been shaving my own pussy for several years now and loved the way it looked and felt. I heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator come on. I don't know where she got it from but I did not care as she plunged it deep into my also dripping cunt. I thought I would cum instantly.

Kara sucked my clit as she fucked me with that vibrator. I was tongue fucking her hole again when I felt my first orgasm hit. It was good but I knew I could do better. I felt the tip of the vibe. against my asshole. MMM I love anal sex. I had let all of my boyfriends fuck me in the ass. I pushed my hips up to her letting her know it was Okay. She pushed it the rest of the way in and was fucking my ass hard with it. I pulled her hips lower and licked her tight little rosebud with my tongue. I pushed my tongue as deep as I could get it into her tight asshole. She had the dildo going in my ass and her tongue in my pussy and I came a second time but this one was the one. I went wild bucking and thrashing and came so hard I actually passed out.

When I woke up I was on Kara's bed. I was still naked except I had on the lavender g-string I had masturbated with. Kara said how sexy I was in them. She was sitting across from me folding her laundry. I asked if she had gotten my laundry also. She pointed to the dresser and said it was folded and put away. I looked at her funny and said, "what do you mean?" She just looked at me and said that I was going to move in with her. How could I say no to an offer like that.

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A Sweet Texas Peach

The day was hot and humid like any others in the South, where the air was so infested with odors and sweat you actually had to swim through it. And clothes, heck, it was minimal while it clung to you like a wet towel. It was 101 degrees with a humidity of 100 per cent, or at least, that was what it felt like. I was being boiled right on my seat in this supposedly air conditioned hamburger joint that was called, "Bill's Burgers"--the sign was vandalized and now said, "Bi Burger." I had been invited by my friend Duane to visit his folks and see the South, which he promised would be "a whole boot'n fun." So far, all there had been was a soak-fest, a slimy burger that I thought moved, and supreme boredom. I asked myself, "Why am I here?" I answered, "Waiting for Duane." "Okay, but why did I decide to come to Texas in the first place?"

"Because Duane asked." "Okay, but why is Duane late?" "I don't know, maybe he got hit by a Confederate soldier and got mowed down. Just shut up and enjoy your burger." So I shut up and tried my best to enjoy the greasy burger. When I say greasy, I mean, oil was dripping out of the burger. Better yet, the grease looked like 10W/40 after 3000 miles. Finally disgusted with the foul taste, I spate out the single bite I took out of the most disgusting food that I had ever attempted to eat. Instead, I gulped down the flat Coke. Here I was in a little itty-bitty town called Helotes (or something like that, I know the hell part is right) in the middle of nowhere, past trying to finish Bill's Burger, and horny as hell. The latter was noted with distinction. I think it was the heat.

I looked outside. Duane was not there yet. For that matter, there was nobody outside...just a two dogs biting each other's heads off and making a racket. So I examined the insides of the modest resort called "Bill's Burgers." It was red. I mean, CHERRY RED; it was decked out in the fifties motif, with the jukebox and the checkered floor. If it got any more sickening cliche, I was probably living in a cartoon. And judging by the good taste of the populace, I was the only customer at 1:13PM. Precisely.

There was Bill, a frail looking chef with gray stubble and an unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. There was the sweet looking Mrs. Bill Burgers, who had so kindly served me earlier the black plague, and there was Dawn, their daughter. And she was looking mighty fine to me at that moment, hungry as I was.

She was at most twenty-one and her body was a bountiful harvest. As a southern adage usually interjected at any conversation regarding the weaker sex, made up instantly by such a southern gentleman with that funny drawl, "I'd reckon she's shapely like a gimp cow on moonshine." Whatever it meant, I wanted to say that she was contoured like the Alps from head to toe; her sunny hair was tied behind in a tail; she wore a sunny smile that said everything in the world and her blue eyes, or as the accent goes, "aaahhhs," were adorable. I wanted to eat her for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then some. Finally, I made up my mind.

I beckoned Dawn over and asked for some more Coke. As she was reaching for my glass, I pulled her close and said. "Dear, I'm absolutely in love with you, you gorgeous thing. How about a kiss?" I then patted her rump with a teasing pinch. She blushed bright red, frozen for the moment, standing there not sure of what to say or do. I was sure every sane guy passing this young minx passed off a pass like the one I made to this absolutely yummy Texas peach, but I was sure never by a woman. I sat there smiling my most sincere smile, licking my lips in anticipation.

Now, I'm no dyke. But I do enjoy the company of beautiful woman. As well, I've always wanted to say something like that in front of a total stranger. And like I said, I was hornier than a toad in spring. (Whatever that means.) The heat does that to you. Dawn closed her eyes and turned her back with my cup and headed for the counter. She told her mother my order and headed for the women's restroom. I smiled as I followed her into the women's.

As I entered the dirty little back room, complete with the smell of Lysol and crust on the ceiling, Dawn was leaning on the single white sink in the room. She jumped when she saw me enter. Her eyes widened. But she remained silent. I walked slowly up to her so as not to scare her off and put my hands around her enviously slim waist. Drawing her close, I smelled the fries she was making, but that scarcely discouraged my game. I had to pull her up slightly, but I did manage to seal our lips with a soft, tender kiss. Her first resistance melted away and was replaced a curious anticipation. I was lost in Dawn's pair of sweet soft lips. They were so juicy and tasty. I could have kissed her for hours! I wanted to eat her whole, starting with those strawberry lips. But I had other plans in mind. Dawn was lost in her own dream world as I said to her, "Dawn dear, why don't you take a seat in that nice stall over here." She nodded dumbly and sat. I closed the stall door. Though it was a tight fit, I could still move around. "Now, Dawn,

I want you to close your eyes and relax. That's right, dear." My hands flew over her body and ruffled through her frilly uniform, feeling her soft curves. She was no Plainsman, rather, more a Rockies person. Her beautiful underwear was what I was after. I stripped it off carefully and was rewarded with a muffled gasp that she quickly silenced with a swallow. In a couple minutes, I had her hiccuping with pleasure. I would like to believe that we both left the bathroom wiser and more content. Actually, more like she became a bit more wiser and I, a bit more content. But it amounted to the same thing, did it not? I went back to my table and lit a Salem, and puffed away like a whore after a trick.

Wait. That is the other way around, but you get the idea. Dawn came by and placed the Coke gently in front of me. She had a grin and her bright eyes twinkled merrily. Dawn even gave me a shy wink before she went back to frying her french fries. I snuffed out my cigarette and enjoyed the euphoria of the significance of life, of meeting new people and sharing with them what little I possessed. It is a really good feeling to know that you may have done some good for another person, and frankly, I had a blast. I looked back outside as a light blue Chevy truck pulled up. Duane was here. He came in with a courteous nod to the owners of Bill's Burgers and hurried over to me with an apologetic face. "Sorry, Marie, but I ran into an old friend getting here. I mean, ran into him. He wasn't too happy but he'll live." he said smiling weakly.

"No problem, let's go see your big ranch house!" I replied excitedly. Going out the door, I heard Dawn call out, "Now y'all come back soon, Miss." I turned and waved to her in the affirmative and returned her a coy wink. Bill's Burgers may taste like shit, but Bill's daughter was the sweetest Texas peach I've ever tasted. I turned to Duane and said, "I don't know about their burgers." He chuckled as we got into his truck.

"...but I would definitely come back for a wedge of their scrumptious Texas Peach Pie."

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Rebecca's Arrival

I find myself waiting, patiently at the Newark International Airport. The entire ride up from where I live in Delaware, I kept having a million and one thoughts flooding into my head. What if she doesn't think I'm cute?? What if she doesn't like me? What if we don't get along, like we do on the computer or the phone??

I keep thinking about all the wonderful conversations we've had together over the computer, or some of our lengthy funny ones we've shared on the phone. I am hoping that we get along well together.I wish that you could have stayed longer, but I know that your job wouldn't allow for it. I get to the airport a half hour early, just like I wanted to. I wanted to watch as her plane touched down on the runway. I was curious if I would recognize her as she departed the plane. I'm sitting for what it seems like a n eternity, getting up frequently to check the board to see if the plane is gonna come in on time. I go back to my chair to find a little,old, wrinkly Mexican woman with a shawl pulled tight around her has taken it. I sit in the next row over, and all of a sudden I got a scary premonition.

What if she decided she couldn't bring herself to get on the plane? What if she changed her mind at the last moment? What if she thought the whole thing was a joke? I pushed the paranoia out of my mind, when I heard the woman at the counter announce over the intercom that the plane would be coming down in a few minutes. I get up quickly, and I go towards the glass windows. I lean against the metal frame of the windows, as I see your plane coming into sight. I think to myself, `The woman I care for is on that plane. Don't act like a total clutz when you see her.'

I go and lean up against a column, trying to look all smooth, and cool. I watch as tons of people exit the plane, and go looking for their friends, and loved ones. I look left and right, for you, but to no avail yet. I watch as this tall, Mexican man gets off the plane, and heads for his abuelita. He reaches down and gives her a mighty hug, as she wipes tears from her eyes. I still don't see you anywhere, and I thought for a second, that maybe you didn't come. Then, I see you, striding past the counter and you're looking around for me. I can feel my heart racing, because I think you're more beautiful in person then in the pics you had sent me. All of a sudden you turn, and you look right at me, almost through me. I feel like i'm a target for a heat seeking missle, because you're coming right at me, but I'm not scared. I notice that you're really sexy looking in those black pants you decided to wear. The white shirt highlights your face and hair. I notieced that I was looking into your lovely green eyes, as you walked towards me. I try not to appear that i'm staring, so I look away for a moment.

You stop 20 feet short of me, and look at me questioningly. I stroll towards you shyly at first and timidly ask,"Rebecca?" "Belinda??" "Yep, it's me," I say and smile at you. I walk over and I automatically give you a big hug, wrapping my arms tightly around you. You hug me back, just as tight. I look down into your brilliant, green eyes, feeling electricity run between us, so I nervously ask you,"Would you like me to help you with your carry-on bag?" "Yes, please," you murmur low to me," It's beginning to feel heavy." I reach for your bag, and my hand brushes against yours and I feel a jolt shooting from your body to mine.

I realize that I'm holding my breath, and I let it out slowly, I take the bag from you and put it on my shoulder. I casually offer you my arm, and you wrap yours with mine. I'm feeling really elated having everyone see you on my arm. I nod at the Mexican man and his grandmother, as he gawks at me and you walking togeher like that. His grandmother just looks at us and smiles sweetly.

We start making our way throughout the airport, to the baggage claim. We're talking about stuff, and I'm making little jokes to amuse you. I can't help it, but I'm still feeling like a nervous dork. I see that you're taking in everything I say, while you bite on your lower lip. I keep shooting glances over at you, and I find that you're looking at me too. I tell you that I have to use the bathroom, and you tell me so do you.

We both enter the bathroom, and we go into separate stalls. I grab the handicapped stall, because it's more open. I get done first, and I notice I'm extremely wet as I'm wiping myself. I exit the stall, and wash and dry my hands, as you're exiting the stall. You look at me, and I feel my heart beating fast again. I noticed that you're looking at me intently with those intense green eyes. I watch as you lick your luscious lips slowly, and I say out loud," Oh god."

I couldn't take it anymore, and before I knew what I was doing I pulled you to me. "I very much so want to kiss you right now, Rebecca," I whisper to you. "What are you waiting for?" you say to me. I pull you back into the handicapped stall with me, hanging your bag on the hook, and I lock the door behind me. I put my hands on your waist and gently kiss your full lips, then I pull back to see if you minded. Your eyes was showing that you desired another kiss. I kiss you once again more passionately, teasing your lips with the tip of my tongue. I sucked gently on your bottom lip, and I kissed your sweet mouth, and I parted your mouth with the tip of my tongue. I felt you suck on the tip of my tongue gently.

Our desires are becoming more apparent for each other, as we forget where we are at. I look you deep in your eyes and I moan,"I want you, Rebecca." You lean forward and moan,"I want you to taste me, Belinda. I want you to make love to me." We start kissing more fervently, as I'm running my hands downs your sides. I use the tip of my tongue to tease your earlobe, and you moan lightly. I trail my mouth down into I get to the hollow of your neck, breathing in your scent, it's heady scent is intoxicating me. I notice that your breathing is quickening and I ask you if you're ok. You tell me,"I'm just very turned on right now. This is all so different for me."

I'm nuzzling your neck, and I playfully bite your neck, and you lean your head back against the wall. I brush your breasts with my hands, and I lightly tease your nipples through your shirt with my thumbs. I feel as a ripple flows throughtout your body. I smile at this. I feel as they harden at my touch, and I caress your breasts, squeezing them lightly with my hands. I slide my hands up under your shirt slowly, and you don't stop me.

I pull your shirt up, along with your bra, and I admire your breasts. I duck down my head and I trail my tongue down from your collarbone to in between your breasts. I'm teasing your left nipple with my thumb, as I put my mouth on your right nipple. I suck greedily upon it, and I hear you moan,"That feels so good." I then move my mouth towards your left nipple, and I circle it with my tongue, before pulling it into my mouth. I'm sucking voraciously upon your nipples, as you're holding my head.

I want to taste you so badly, and I slowly begin to unbutton your pants. I kneel down as I'm pulling down your pants inch by inch. I look up to see if you want me to stop, but you're biting your bottom lip, yearning to see what I'll do next. I pull your pants down all the way to your ankles, and I playfully bite you on your thigh. I rise up and I can smell how wet you are, and to shock you, I lick your pussy through your panties. I then reach up and kiss you deeply on the mouth, while I slip my hands into your panties. I start rubbing your clit teasingly, while I continue kissing you. I groan into your ear with desire, as I feel how wet you are.

"I need to taste you, Rebecca," I moan into your mouth as I kiss you again. "Oh god, Belinda." I trail my tongue down your body, planting kisses all over. I suck your belly button lightly, as I continue creeping lower. I slowly begin to pull your panties down to join your pants around your ankles. I take in the image of you standing naked before me. I drop to my knees and I place my tongue upon your clit teasing it with the tip of my tongue. I get you to lean back against the wall of the stall, as I begin to run my tongue all along the length of your pussy. I look up at you, but you have your eyes shut. I decide to surprise you, when I shove my tongue deep inside of your wet pussy. You gasp in amazement, and you open your eyes. You see me looking up at you, while I'm fucking your pussy with my tongue.

You grab my head holding me tight to your throbbing wet pussy. I'm exploring every last bit of you with my tongue. I suck hungrily upon your already swollen clit. I hear your breathing getting faster and faster. I know you're about to cum soon, so I keep sucking on your clit. I put my hands on your thighs to help steady you, as I watch your face and see your body trembling. I see that your body is arched, and you have your eyes closed once again. You pull my hair a little bit as you cry out,"Oh my God, I'm coming. I'm coming!" I still have your clit in my mouth as I feel you cum, I taste how sweet and salty your cum tastes by running my tongue completely along your pussy.

I get up off of my knees , pulling you close to me, as I kiss you passionately on the lips. I help you pull your pants and underwear up, as I leave you to wait outside to go and get wiped up. I grab your carry-on bag as I exit the stall to wait for you. I find when you come out of the stall that you look ravishing. You look beautiful with that radiant glow to you. "I'm sorry," you tell me. "What for hon?" I ask. "I'm sorry that we didn't have more time to get you satisfied, as well." " That's ok hon, I don't think I could manage the long drive back if we had, I'd be exhausted. We still have plenty of time together." I slip the bag onto my shoulder, and slip my other arm around your waist, as we walk out of the restroom, heading towards the parking lot.

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As Love Performs

I couldn't believe the amount of people in the bar when I walked past the money taker and entered the door. The crowd was jumping to the beat of some loud, soul thumping dance music as I walked to the counter and ordered a beer and shooter. I knew heads would turn when I showed up wearing all of my dark garb. I wore my long black coat and combat boots. My newest crew cut glowed blonde in the wall mirrors as I whipped by the single women sitting on stools along the wall. All eyes were on me as I walked on by.

I shook hands and smiled like I always do. I waited for the tequila buzz to kick in and for my feet to absorb the echo of the bass pounding off of the elusive black walls, that I only guessed to be there somewhere in the dark. I don't know why the roar of the crowd attracts me so much. There's something about being on the dance floor in perfect sync with hundreds of people...moving in rhythm like we all came from the same womb. It's almost as if everyone's heart is beating on the same note.

I felt sexy. The leather pants crunched between my thighs as I strolled into the mass looking for my next sexual prey. I always take the time to stop and hug the beautiful ladies because I never know which one of them holds the key to my next fantasy. I spotted her across the room. The smoke screen seemed to part and her smile ignited something deep in the pit of my soul. I knew at that moment I had to have her. I had to be coy though. I had to play the game.

She fit in like a crystal glass on a worn picnic table. She was much to elegant and sophisticated for this underground element. I inched my way between the hot bodies of party patrons to investigate further. Smells of perfume and alcohol tainted breaths passed under my nose, but I never lost focus of the object of my desire. I lit a cigarette and slipped into the vacant stool behind her. I listened quietly as her laughter seemed to drown out every other sound in the place. She flung her hair in my face and turned to apologize, but no words came from her full lips when our eyes met. She smiled, lifted her glass in my direction, and gulped down what I assumed to be vodka.

I ordered another drink and had the waiter bring her a round. I lifted my glass and laid a twenty down, then disappeared before she had a chance to thank me. I sat the empty shot glass down on the side bar and stepped out on the dance floor. The music crept into my ears like a long lost friend and every muscle in my body responded. I shut my eyes and let the sound waves carry me like a vessel on a restless sea. When I opened my eyes again she was there in front of me. Her eyes were like blue crystals and she stepped in closer.

She turned around and moved her firm ass against me. The muscles in her shoulders flexed as she waved her arms above us. My hand moved out and gripped against her hip as she ground her ass into my crotch. Her dress was short and I imagined her pantyless as my hand slid down along her thigh. We danced an erotic dance. It all felt so familiar, but I knew I had never met her before. I would never forget eyes so enchanting. I couldn't help but imagine her naked, moving against me with such rigorous emotion.

She grabbed my hand and led me across the floor. The strobe lights flickered like some unrealistic dream slowing down and capturing every movement...frame by frame. I followed her in anticipation. At that point I would have followed her barefoot through fire. She pulled me up the stairway that led to the stage. I thought that she might be feeling like an exhibitionist, but then she bypassed the dancers and opened a door on the back wall. I stepped into the black room behind her and pushed the door shut. The music and all of the loud laughter was muffled and nothing but pitch dark surrounded us.

I felt her hand reach out and grasp mine. She pulled my body hard against hers. Her lips crashed seductively into mine and her tongue darted inside to find mine. Her kiss was like the bite of a black widow. My body felt limp and I fought hard to keep my balance as she gripped my leather covered ass. I felt heat gather in my pussy and I gasped for a breath as she guided my hand under her dress. My clit throbbed as she guided that same hand to her mouth and began sucking my fingers, and then once again she pushed it back under her skirt.

Two fingers slipped easily into her folds. With my sight completely rendered, my other senses seemed to be magnified a thousand times. She was as hot as molten lava, and very slippery. I moved my fingers inside of her as she delivered another explosive kiss. I felt her inner muscles grip my fingers as I moved them in and out. " I want you to fuck me " she whispered in a low growl. Her words were the invitation I had hoped for the moment I first noticed her. In an instant she had pulled me back out onto the stage. She looked straight into my core and smiled an evil smile.

I spotted one of my friends on my way out the door and gave her the sign that I would be leaving without them. Outside, the night seemed silent. My ears were still ringing from the heavy melodic tunes. I lit a cigarette as we walked to her car. She took the smoke from my hand and threw it down...pushing me, with her weight against the car door. Her body fit perfectly on mine. She told me that her name was Tasha. I introduced myself, as we slipped into the bucket seats. "I think we should go back to my place" she suggested. How could I resist?

We pulled up into her driveway. Her house was fabulous. I felt like I had stepped onto the set of "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." The cobblestone driveway led to a huge white house. White columns lined the porch and I smiled as a maid greeted us at the door. "Marie, I won't be needing you tonight...please do not disturb us" she ordered. I felt like a kid with a fistful of dollars being led into a candy store. "Breakfast will be ready at 9, Tasha" was the response from a cute, obedient servant, and we headed down a long hall.

"The bathrooms are there" she pointed to the right. I followed her, in awe, into a huge bedroom. Her bed had a canopy and white silk draped over the posts. She offered me some wine and I watched as she leaned over to turn the water on in her sunken Jacuzzi. I thought to myself how she was way out of my league. I, being a struggling musician, felt like I was the one being the amusement tonight. I accepted the wine offer and she motioned me to the bar where I found the bottle chilling on ice.

I opened the wine and poured up two glasses then took a seat on one of the stools. This seemed too well planned. I felt like my number just happened to be the next one up. She must have detected my thoughts because I almost choked on her next sentence. " I have watched you for months Sam. I have followed you to every club you have played. This night was well planned out and you can give my regards to Tina for making it happen." Tina was one of my friends that had been at the bar this night. " I made up a special room just for this night baby. I have wanted you for such a long time. "

Her long blonde hair hung down around her eyes, and I felt like I was in the presence of a goddess. Maybe I had been reluctant because I was afraid of falling. Regardless of it all, it was too late. I was under her spell. I sipped the wine as she undressed. Her body was firm and tanned. She was without a single flaw and she looked incredible. She kept direct eye contact with me as she teasingly slid the skirt down her long legs. I gulped the wine and looked on attentively as she slipped slowly into the bubbly water.

She told me that she was tired of all of the games and that she knew about my variety of women. She told me how long she had looked for love and how many dead ends she had ran into during her search. She said everything I wanted to hear, and nothing I wanted to admit. I finished up my wine and walked over to the edge of the bath. I lifted my shirt off, stepped out of my boots, and unzipped my pants. Her stare almost made me blush, but I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted in my life. I lifted my feet out of the pants and slipped my socks off and then slipped into the hot water beside her.

She moved up on top of me. Her kiss was a kiss of love and my heart beat faster with each movement of her tongue. She parted my legs with hers and I felt her smooth mound rub against mine. The sensation of her body against me in the water seemed like heaven, and I felt a sudden fear that I might actually fall in love again. She moved harder against me and my legs parted further so I could feel every inch of her womanhood against me. Her pace quickened and soft moans escaped into the steamy air around us. She humped harder and within seconds I felt her body quivering in orgasm against me.

We kissed deeply and she told me that she had a special treat for me. She stepped up out of the water and again I watched in wonderment as she toweled herself dry. I got out behind her and wrapped the towel around my waist. She grabbed the wine and the two glasses and we walked out into the hall. Our wet feet squeaked on the ceramic tiles and we tip toed carefully like two panthers stalking prey. We rounded a corner. She opened a huge oak door and I followed her in.

I had to take a second look when she flipped the overhead light on. Iron cuffs hung from the far wall. Burgundy drapes decorated the long windows and the floor was accented with black carpet. A rotating, round bed turned slowly in the center of it all. The whole room had an eighteenth century gothic look about it. I walked around in circles amazed at the recreation and the time taken to replicate the era. A grand piano sat in one section of the room and a magnificent candelabra set on it's casing. "On this night you will perform for an audience of one Samantha...and then I shall perform for you." She laughed out and twirled across the floor flying her towel like a cape above her head.

I was completely captured. I walked over to the piano and eyed the keys. It was more exquisite than any upright piano or keyboard I had ever banged out music on in my lifetime. The whole setting made me feel like I was the star of the show and I was overwhelmed with gratitude. I rewrapped the towel around my waist and then pulled out the bench. The finish was so polished that I could see my reflection. A distorted image of me was there on the seat, and for once I was smiling an honest smile.

I grinned in her direction. I think the look on my face left no reason for words of appreciation. I took my place at the piano and fingered the keys softly. I looked back at her as the lights dimmed and her towel fell to the floor. She leaned in to kiss me again and lit the candles above us. Her gorgeous body eased in beside me and quietly she waited. My hands felt at home as I began playing a soft, sultry song that I had written about a painting of the ocean I had viewed in a gallery in Paris. Every note seemed to mesmerize her as I poured my heart out onto the ebony and ivory keys.

I played for what seemed like hours and then carefully shut the cover. She wiped tears from her face. " I have never heard you play with such beautiful emotion" she spoke out softy. She had given my music meaning. Every low paying gig in every low class piano bar had all been worthwhile because one person felt the depth of what I was feeling when I played. I took her face in my hands and kissed her with love. " I want to make love to you" I requested and I led her to the round bed in the center of the room.

I dropped my towel and eased her body back with mine, kissing her as we laid back on the bed. The room was moving in two ways, from the wine and the motion of the bed. We were spinning out of control and neither one cared. I licked down her neck. She smelled wonderful and her skin was hot to the touch. I moved down her chest and paused on each nipple feeling them become erect between my lips. I inched my way down her stomach. Her abs were firm and defined from her dedication to her workout regimen. I eased down even further.

I pushed her legs apart with my hands and then eased them slowly under her bottom, gripping her firm ass. Her scent was erotic. I looked at her shaven mound as a drop of juice seeped out of her folds and ran down onto the black, silk sheets. She was wet for me and I wanted to taste her. I tongued her outer lips. They were swollen with anticipation. I lifted her up closer with my hands and slipped my tongue deep inside of her tunnel. Moans of enjoyment fell out for my ears as I stiffened my tongue and swiped it firmly against her clit.

I freed one of my hands from underneath and slipped two fingers deep inside of her hot, wet pussy. I felt her inner muscles expand as I slipped in a third finger and lowered my tongue on her again. I moved in and out as she lifted her hips and lowered them against me. " Oh fuck me baby" she moaned out. I moved in and out faster and licked harder against her clit. I felt her pussy grip my fingers hard as a wave of orgasm invaded her body. She bucked against my face like a caged, wild animal raging with a need for freedom. I sucked her pulsating clit into my mouth and another orgasm took over where the first one left off. With a few more hard shudders, her body fell limp on the bed in my hand.

I licked the remainder of her offering from her satisfied crevice and she jerked as my tongue moved softly up across the top. I moved up on top of her and kissed her as her shallow breath blended in with mine. I could feel her heart beating in her chest like the repercussion of bass drums in an orchestra. Her mouth tasted of wine and of passion. Our tongues entwined again as she pulled herself together for another round.

"I want you in the cuffs" I heard her say. So I jumped to my feet and jokingly ran over to the wall cuffs. " Like this" I asked, as I clicked one wrist captive in the iron chains. She walked over and said "No, like this." She shut the other cuff firmly around my other wrist. " Spread your legs for me" she said in a demanding tone. I watched on as she also clicked the ankle chain into place. The sight of this soft, feminine woman in total control of me sent a sensation across each breast and then circled in on an already drenched pussy below.

I watched on as she strolled back across the room to the candles and smothered each one. The room grew darker and darker until a could barely see one flame still flickering, and then total darkness. I listened eagerly wondering what was going to take place next. I heard nothing. My heartbeats got faster as I waited for what seemed like hours. I felt like calling out but was to bold to show my fear, so I stayed still and quiet in hopes that some noise would ease my tension.

In a flash, before me she flicked the lighter and lit a candle she held tight in her delicate hand. The blue in her eyes seemed even more vivid as I squinted my eyes to allow them to adjust to the brightness. She held the candle upright and I watched as the wax melted and gathered inside the rim. She held it above me and tilted it slowly. The hot wax spilled over the edge and fell down across my breasts. The pain made me wince as she blew the flame out once more. I felt her tongue move out against me. It traced the trail of cooling wax across my nipples and a sensation of desperate need swallowed every emotion I had. I needed her to fuck me now.

She pulled my hard nipple into her mouth and circled it several times with her tongue. I felt liquid anticipation slip out of my throbbing pussy and run out onto my inner thigh. She led a trail down the full length of my body and slipped her tongue lightly against my clit. I moved out from the wall wanting her to lick me harder. I needed relief. She kept a distance letting only the tip of her cold tongue touch. I was sweating now. I felt like the vein in my neck would burst at any moment as I tried desperately to hump against her. I collapsed my full weight into the chains as she moved away out of reach. I was left alone again. Left alone with only the darkness and the silence. My only thought now was to touch myself, but the chains made it impossible, so again I waited.

With each passing moment my need to be relieved grew greater and greater. She was there again in front of me. She was unseen, but I felt her presence as thick as glass in the darkness. I heard a snap, and then another snap. Then her mouth covered mine. She stepped back and I managed to speak out. " I need you Tasha." " How bad do you need me?" she ask. "Bad enough to beg?" she questioned. I was following my role well. All I wanted at this point was for her to fuck me senseless. "Yes, I will beg...please, fuck me Tasha!" She moved her body against me again and I felt the tip of a toy rubbing inside my folds. I moved my weak legs apart.

With one plunge she filled me up with her toy. I moaned out and the chains clinked as I tensed at the satisfaction. My pussy was so ready that it ached as she slid in and out. It was a glorious ache. I arched my back as she slipped almost completely out and then slammed her dick back inside of me. One of her hands was on my shoulder and the other on my ass and she moved in and out of me like a pro...guiding me against her. I quickened the pace. I was going to explode and it was just a matter of seconds. She moved in and out faster. Her body sticking to mine as we fucked against each other. I tightened my inner walls as she slide in and out again and an orgasm erupted in the pit of my soaked pussy. My body gyrated in massive convulsions against her.

She slipped her toy in hard again. I climaxed again as she pushed in deep. My body fell limp against hers. My wrists burned where the iron had rubbed my flesh during the erotic battle. My body was covered with beads of sweat and she held me tight in her fragile arms. I had never experienced this amount of pleasure before in my life. Our deal was complete. I had performed my best for her, and she well exceeded performing her best for me. We kissed as she unchained my wrists, and she rubbed my thighs affectionately as she uncuffed my ankles.

We spent the rest of the evening spinning on the round bed drinking wine, making plans and making love. I was held captive in more ways than one that night. My heart was branded in a way that I never dreamed possible. I had never felt more complete in my entire life and I wasn't about to let fear keep me from this long awaited happiness. I fell in love with Tasha the very first night I met her. She had loved me for weeks and I had no clue. I knew, without a doubt, that we would be performing private concerts for each other for years to come.

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The Dream Lover

Sandra had a great yearning to make love outdoors, an event she had never accomplished, although these days she found herself thinking about it frequently, and the desire seemed to be growing rather than waning. She was an efficient young woman, a university lecturer in medieval history, and she hated interfering obsessions. She had her work, after all, and this fixation on the outdoors was really so unlike her. And it might be so difficult to achieve. For one thing, she lived and worked in the city, and the "outdoors" at issue was not city outdoors but country outdoors. And the second thing, and perhaps more important, was that she had no lover. How could she rid herself of this obsession to make love outdoors if she had no lover? The fantasy did not concern masturbation, and in any case she had no car and the idea of renting a car and driving out to the country to finger herself under a tree seemed crazy.

Finally, one evening when her thoughts of the outdoors persisted strongly enough to make work impossible, Sandra put down Clybourne's _History of the Twelfth Century_ (which she considered superficial and perhaps not worth her time anyway), and she decided this very evening she would attack her "outdoor fantasy problem". She would find a lover (a woman, since she had never had lovers other than women), and somehow she would persuade her new lover, if not this evening then in the near future, persuade her that a tryst in the country would be a marvelous experience. Her fantasy accomplished, her obsession would end and her equilibrium would be restored.

Now that she had an agenda, Sandra quickly mobilized her "focused and organized" persona. She knew precisely the type of woman she wanted for this expedition, the type she always found attractive, although for the past several years she had avoided such woman like the proverbial plague since affairs with her "type" usually evolved into obsessive entanglements whose intensity quickly destroyed her equanimity and her ability to work. Sandra knew herself: start one of those dyke dramas and she'd be a wreck for six months. Her new lover had to be her type, all right, but there had to be an understanding of limits.

Sandra's erotic type had been set when she was quite young by a surreptitious reading of _Mademoiselle Maupin_. She had, in fact, cleverly torn the guts of the book out of its binding and glued a new binding from a destroyed copy of _Pride and Prejudice_, which she thought the most stupid story imaginable, with its collection of stupid women yearning to be married to stupid men. Concerning _Mademoiselle Maupin_, Sandra had never quite completely deciphered the mystery of why Madelaine de Maupin, posing as the handsome nobleman Theodore, had excited her to such feverish nightly masturbations. Oh, those reveries she had! But mystery or no mystery, ever since her youth Sandra's ideal lover had been the archetypical androgynous woman, lean and gallant and with a heart-rending noble face, a woman who looked elegant in a suit, a woman who combined strength and beauty in a perfect rendition of Madelaine de Maupin posing as Theodore de Serannes. Slow down, Sandra thought. The present reverie made her want to abandon her agenda to simply lie down on her bed naked and masturbate. No, she would not yield. She was not the sort to become unfocused and disorganized once she set her mind to an objective.

Sandra knew a few things apart from the appearance of the woman she wanted, even if she hadn't met the woman yet. She knew what the woman would want in another woman, at least what the woman would want Sarah to look like. Sandra certainly had enough experience with such women to understand all of that.

Sandra hurried to begin her preparations for the evening. She had a hot shower, and then she carefully applied her make-up and chose her clothing. She knew the importance of clothes during an escapade like this one. The woman she desired would want her in feminine clothing, an announcement of attitude, a hint of sexual pleasures yet to be achieved. Sandra never wore such clothes at the university, since the result would be equivalent to dangling a strip of honey-coated paper before a swarm of male flies. But this evening she would have her adenture, in a place where other women arrived for their own adventures, and she would dress for it with perfection. Simple but perfect. An elegant black knit dress that clung to her body like a second skin to reveal her breasts and belly and hips and thighs. A thin gold necklace with a dangling Aztec design. Sheer black stockings and strappy high- heeled black sandals. The black would set off the blonde hair that framed her face. She knew she would look good. She expected she'd be a smash hit. She hurried to paint her nails before dressing.

At precisely ten o'clock, Sandra arrived at a place called Velvet, a dimly-lit chic little lesbian bar and dance-club that catered to professional women. Sandra hadn't visited this particular bar in several years, and she was quite content that no one recognized her. She perched herself on a stool at one end of the bar, ordered a Cosmo, and looked at the crowd.

Ten minutes passed. She sipped the Cosmo. Well, what did you expect? Sandra thought. The room had its quota of smashing young femmes, lovely twenty-year-olds who even if they were hardly beyond nubile seemed sophisticated to the point of ennui. Most of the women, however, were in their thirties, a mixed group of physical types, but all of them groomed and appropriate to the ambience. Another ten minutes. Where is my Maupin? Sandra thought. How long could she sit alone at the bar before appearing desolate? When would the sleek butch she wanted approach her?

It happened unexpectedly. Sandra was about to order another drink, when a sultry voice behind her said: "Your glass is empty. Let me buy you another."

Sandra turned on her stool and gazed into the eyes of her dream lover.

Her name was Jen and she wore a dark blue pinstrip suit, a white silk shirt and a black string tie. She had dark hair slicked back at the sides, dark bottomless eyes, and the lean face of one of those gallant-looking Renaissance courtiers in the paintings of the Fontainebleu School.

"I'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio," Jen said to the bartender after ordering Sandra's Cosmo. She looked at Sandra and smiled: "Are you alone?"

Sandra nodded. She felt her insides fluttering. You're a silly little twit, she thought. Yes she was. Another few minutes of this and she'd be wetting her pants. How ridiculous. She was more aware than ever of her tight dress, of the way her breasts were emphasized. Of course the V-neckline showed cleavage. You're a slut, she thought. Well, perhaps she wasn't a slut, but she certainly felt like it.

They talked, idle chatter about the place, the noise, the weather. Then Jen excused herself, walked away and soon returned to say she'd found a booth for them. Sandra nodded and slid off the stool, held Jen's hand as they walked across the room to a snug little booth for two. The curved bench was small enough so they had to sit beside each other with their thighs touching.

Again they talked. Jen wanted to know everything about Sandra, and she smiled with approval when Sandra revealed she taught at a university. "You're damned attractive," Jen said, almost out of the side of her mouth. It sounded a bit affected, but it thrilled Sandra. When Jen put her hand on Sandra's thigh, Sandra did not object. When Jen turned Sandra's face toward her and kissed Sandra's lips, Sandra accepted it. "I'm going to make wild love to you," Jenn whispered in Sandra's ear. "Where would you like to go? My apartment isn't far from here."

Sandra realized this was her opportunity. They hardly knew each other, but yes they would make love. She would yield to this dream lover. But why not suggest they avoid the usual?

"Do you have a car?" Sandra asked.

"Yes."

"Let's take a ride to the country."

"Now?"

"Yes, why not? It's not too late and I'd love it. It's a balmy night and we'll neck under the stars."

Jenn looked at her a long moment and then smiled. "I think I'm about to be an actor in someone's fantasy."

Sandra blushed. "Is that too awful? I'll adore you for it."

"Well, I like being adored, don't I?"

They walked out with Jen's arm around Sandra's waist, and thirty minutes later Sandra completed her agenda. Jen had her under the stars, against a tree like Deneuve in that Bunuel film, Sandra's black knit dress raised to her hips as Jen's fingers plunged again and again into both openings while her mouth covered Sandra's mouth. What magical fingers Jen had. Her thumb tortured Sandra's clitoris as the other fingers vanquished her vagina and anus. Deep, deep, marvelously deep. Deep, deep, I love it deep. Sandra groaned. "Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me hard." Such animality. Later they would go to Sandra's apartment. Meanwhile she pumped her sex and ass against Jen's long fingers and came hard again and again. What a thrill it was. Under the stars with her dream lover.

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Magic Motion

I watched her car pull in the parking lot from the hotel window. She was more beautiful than I ever imagined. I wanted her instantly but I didn't want to rush her. I greeted her at the door. Her hair had loose curl and was flowing. Her legs were long and firm. When I opened the door, she wrapped her strong arms around me and I pushed my face into her hair. Her scent was so womanly that I shut my eyes and just absorbed her for a moment.

She pushed her soft, warm lips against mine and we kissed for what seemed like hours. I knew that I would be spending the rest of my life loving her. She took her jacket off and we sat down at the round table and made small talk about her trip. She excused herself and disappeared into the restroom. Erotic thoughts swept over me and I found myself drifting into a daydream about making love to her.

I heard the door to the bathroom open. When I looked up she was standing before me nude. Her body was tan and well defined. Her ample breasts pointed out at me as if asking me to touch them. I stood and she approached me. Her hands reached out and unzipped my pants. My jeans fell to the floor around my ankles exposing my clean shaved pussy. I raised my arms and she lifted my shirt up off of my body.

I pulled her close to me. Her erect nipples pushed into mine and I felt a tingle run up my whole body. She lowered her hand and slid a finger into my throbbing crotch. " You are already wet for me" she spoke out in a seductive tone. I had become instantly wet as I watched her pull into the parking lot. She led me to the bed. I looked into her stunning eyes and read the hunger that she was feeling.

"Lay down on the bed." She had an almost demanding manner. I laid down flat on my back. She was so feminine. She licked the front of my lower leg. Her tongue was hot against my skin. I felt her hot breath against me as she licked a trail up my body. I felt like I would explode if she came within a foot of my swollen clit. She bypassed the general area and anticipation clouded my mind. I had never wanted anyone more in my life. She kissed each nipple as she straddled my thigh. My knee moved into to make contact with her wet mound. She was as hot as a campfire against me.

She placed another kiss on my mouth. The kiss had fire. It was the fire that only two women can emit. She moved up and down on me dragging her slick womanhood on my leg. I almost came as she moaned softly in my ear. She pushed my legs apart and guided her rock hard nipple against my clit. I had never felt a sensation like that before. She was so enticing. She teased me with the innocence of a school girl and delivered like a professional. The combination made me wild.

She slid up my body like a snake on a wet rock. I felt like I was about to be devoured. We locked eye contact as she moved above me. She straddled my chest and I had a perfect view as she slid her soaked slit across my nipples. I could smell her scent and I wanted to taste her. She moved up even further and lowered on my mouth. Her temperature was so hot as she pushed herself against me. My tongue slipped in and filled her steaming tunnel.

She put all of her weight down on me. Her hands were flat against the wall as she began rocking. Her clit was like a marble as I flicked my tongue against it. I swallowed down her erotic juice as quickly as she produced it. I moved my hands around and grasped her ass cheeks. I guided her around on my long tongue moving her back and forth by her bottom. I knew she was about to climax because her tush flexed in my grip and the temperature shot up.

She came with the force or a lightning bolt. I felt her entire body trembling, and her clit quivered in my mouth. She moaned out my name loudly as she was hit with another wave. Her nectar poured out on me like rain as she took one final jerk. She laughed out as she moved her body back down on top of mine. I needed relief so bad that I automatically spread my legs so her clit would touch mine.

They grabbed at each other as I moved against her. I moved her hips with my hands and pulled her down closer to me. " Not yet" she whispered in a raspy, sex-filled voice. She kissed me deep and then moved off of me. I had reached a point where I was about to relieve myself, as I watched her bend over and unzip her bag. I gasped for air as I watched this high femme angel pull out a strap on and step into the straps. I noticed that her toenails were painted red as she lifted her foot. The sight of her with a dildo protruding from her body made me melt.

"Get on your knees" she commanded. I didn't want to turn away from her. I wanted to look at her, but I was so weak for her that I had no choice but to obey. With one stroke she plunged deep inside. My head bumped the wall as I moaned out in pleasure. I turned to the side and looked into the mirror. I had a perfect view of her fucking me. Her ass flexed each time she pumped in. Her breasts were jiggling and she had an aggressive look on her face. She had claimed my pussy. There was no doubt.

I pushed back against her and her thighs made a slapping sound against my ass. She moved in and out like a well tuned piston. My muscles gripped her toy as she worked it so well. I felt inner orgasms quaking deep inside. Just as I peaked out I felt her finger push inside my ass. Another orgasm, stronger than the first one sent me way over the edge of passion. I moaned out again uncontrollably. The orgasms just kept coming. Each one pyramiding into the granddaddy of them all. My nails gripped into the comforter.

She pulled out and I collapsed face down. I felt her run her finger through my dripping crevice and I looked back in time to see her stick it in her mouth. She had definitely claimed my pussy. I composed myself, caught my breath, and rolled over as she handed me the strap on. I put my legs in the straps, raised my hips off of the bed, and slipped into my familiar role. I was still trembling thinking about being dominated by this beautiful, fragile in appearance, totally sensual woman.

She crawled on top of me again. Her legs parted as she straddled the toy. I watched as she slowly sat on the tip. Her folds separated and she eased it in until she had taken it all. I talked to her. "You like getting fucked with the same hot toy that I just had inside of me" I spoke out. "My juices are still on it." She begin moving wildly on top of me. I raised and lowered my hips to meet her movement. I knew she wouldn't last long. "That's my pussy" I said with authority. "Who's pussy is this?" I questioned. "Ohhh it's yours Sam" she moaned out. I felt her muscles clench as I pushed in faster.

Her body shook again as I kept pounding deep inside of her. A river of cum flowed out and ran down in my crotch. The thought of our juices combining made me smile. I removed the toy and eased down between her legs. I licked up the remains of her sweet treasure and felt the steamy heat against my lips. I knew this was the beginning of something lasting as she pulled me up on top of her. She hugged me hard and whispered "I want you forever" in my ear.

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After the Party

I was sitting in my living room that Sunday morning, working on the broken clasp of one of my anklets, my favorite anklet. The most expensive piece of jewelry I owned, it was a silver chain studded with diamond chips given to me by an ex-girlfriend. But the price tag was hardly the reason I cherished it. She gave it to me last year for my twenty- fourth birthday and I considered it a sign of how she felt about me. I was in love with her and it was her way of saying she felt the same.

Frustrated, I tossed aside the anklet and the pair of needle nose pliers I was using to fix it. I needed to lift my spirits. My eyes found the small bong sitting on the coffee table and my mind thought about watching some Saturday morning cartoons stoned. A tempting idea until I remembered the ex and I used to do that together. I looked at the windows and decided to let the exhibitionist in me take a shot. I opened the curtains wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties, giving an eyeful to anyone watching, but to my dismay even the voyeur in the apartment across the courtyard wasn't home. I left the curtains open and sat down on the couch, picked up the anklet and the pliers and tried working on it some more. The one bit of consolation I had was that it broke in the throes of passion last night, and for the first time in four months and I'm proud to say I wasn't alone for it. I kept fumbling with the pliers trying to reach the piece that was bent. It was tough because I was still swimming in a semi-hangover, trying to gather the troops in my head while keeping my eyes focused on the small clasp area.

I heard keys rattling in the lock of my front door. It scared me at first, until I remembered I'd given Amy keys to the apartment before she left. By the time I reached the door she had the deadbolt open and was working on the doorknob lock. I opened the door and yanked her halfway inside with her hand on the knob. "Hel-lo!" she said. "Sorry, thought I'd give you a hand." "I'd prefer the tit," she said as she patted my left breast. I shut the door and took in the vision before me. Amy is 5'5" and 125lbs, I know this because her size and body type are almost identical to mine. Her breasts are a B cup, also like mine, but while I have brown curly hair down to my shoulders, Amy's coal dark hair is chin length.

She wore a red halter-top that exposed her belly, giving me a nice shot of her deep bellybutton and the silver waist chain sitting below it. A pair of black jeans and flip flops finished the outfit, along with the silver toe ring on her right index toe which was the first thing about her to catch my eye last night. "Well?" I asked. "I got some coffee," she said. I noticed the cardboard tray in her hand with two cups from the coffee place down the block. Amy flashed her pearly white smile and walked over to the couch, setting the tray down on the coffee table. I wasn't sure if she understood what I was asking, so I tried again. "How'd it go?" "Fine." Her eyes darted to the table, where she noticed the anklet and picked it up. "I'm so sorry about this.

I'll pay to have it repaired." Okay, she was avoiding it. "Don't worry, that's not important. How'd it go?" She took one cup out of the tray and took a sip. "It went fine," she said, her eyes looking at the cup instead of me. "I told her and that was that." "And she's okay with it?" She held the broken anklet in her hand and nodded. "Absolutely.""Are you okay?" She looked up at me and smiled, but her eyes were sad and I saw tears in the corners. The smile faded from her face. "No." she croaked, looking back at the anklet. "She said it was okay and no problem and all that." Tears started running and her voice was choked up. "Fuck. I saw it in her eyes. As soon as I said the words her face just.dropped. I mean, I knew she'd be shocked at first, but after that it was like, like she was disappointed." I sat next to her and pulled her to me. We hugged as she started to cry. "I'm sorry." I said. And I really was, because I had brought all of this on her.

Thirteen hours earlier I walked into my friend Mario's apartment. We've been friends since college and he now lives in the building down the block from me. A year ago he'd been looking for a place to live and I saw the vacancy sign in front of what would become his new address. The apartment was a two bedroom, so one of his old frat buddies moved in with him. Even in school Mario was a neat freak, bordering on obsessive compulsive (as a psych major I noticed these things), but his friend played the Oscar to his Felix and when the lease was up the friend moved out. Last night was the first party with his new roommate, a girl named Cynthia. Mario isn't involved with her, at least not yet, but since the boy has perfected his suave chick magnet routine I was taking open bets on the change in status. Of course with his track record, any involvement would be short lived and invariably end up badly. I made my way to the kitchen, pausing to talk to the occasional friend I saw along the way.

There were plenty of people I didn't know, Mario's co-workers or Cynthia's friends, and I felt more than a few male eyes checking me out. In the kitchen Mario was working the blender, mixing one of his alcoholic concoctions that could melt steel. "Whatever it is," I said "it's not going to turn you into The Incredible Hunk." "Hel-lo lez-bo!!!" he yelled and gave me a hug. "Here." He stuck a plastic cup filled with a purplish liquid in my hand. I took a whiff and was able to imagine the hangover already. "What's in this?" "Just try it!" he yelled. I took a sip and felt my tongue shrivel. "Well?" "Now I know what turpentine tastes like." A girl standing by the stove laughed. Mario grabbed her and pulled her towards me. "Cynthia, I want you to meet my best friend in all the world, Tanya." I shook hands with Cynthia. A thin, willowy blonde, she could have been a model except for a slightly large, misshapen nose.

"I've heard a lot about you," she said. "Then you've gotten your first lesson in how you can't trust this idiot." I told her. Cynthia laughed again, a little too hard this time. She'd probably have laughed even if it weren't funny. We talked about Mario and I gave her some stories that he hemmed and hawed and made excuses for. I busted his chops a little about his reputation with women. "I wouldn't talk," he said "you're dressed like you're on the prowl tonight." I had dressed provocatively, a tight orange tank top that showed my belly button ring, dark jeans that stopped mid-calf and sandals. I wore a gold armband on my left arm and my favorite anklet around my right ankle. "Sorry to say you won't find too much here tonight," Cynthia said, "all of my friends are straight." There was something about the way she said it, a hint of arrogance so natural she probably didn't even notice it. Like the way a sheltered rich girl might tell you she'd just shopped at an outlet for the first time in her life. As the night progressed I got a better idea of Cynthia. Most of her friends were male and she enjoyed flirting with them, liked getting attention. I talked to a few and found many of them had met Cynthia at dance clubs. When I told one guy I was a lesbian he did the usual- asked questions like a cop interrogating a murder suspect. I watched Mario work the few girls who were there. I've always wondered what he sees in me as a friend, aside from the fact that I'm the only white person he knows who speaks Spanish.

We enjoy the obvious- checking out girls together, making bets which one of us would get a phone number. I think he likes having a girl pal who can call him on his bullshit and see him for who he really is. And me? I like having a guy friend who never treated me like a specimen, some enigma he had to figure out. As much of a dog as he is, he never tried to get me into bed. I told him I was a lesbian who didn't sleep with men and he accepted it. There isn't much to respect Mario for, but the little that's there is worth putting up with the rest of it. I was still debating my sexual preference with the guy I'd just met when Cynthia walked over to us. "You two getting along?" she asked.

"This girl is something else," the guy said as he pointed to me. "She's a lesbian, but she's never been with a guy before." "I don't understand what you don't get about it." I said. "You say you're not attracted to men, but how do you know if you've never tried it?" "Have you ever slept with another guy?" I asked. "Hell no." "How do you know you don't like it unless you try it?" "Shit," he said in a drunken slur "that's not the same thing." I looked at Cynthia, who laughed as I leaned my head forward into my hands in frustration. My eyes were facing the floor and I saw a pair of beautiful, feminine feet in flip-flops with a silver toe ring on the right index toe. I realized I hadn't noticed someone standing next to Cynthia. The guy was babbling something while my gaze traveled slowly up the girl's body. When I got to her face I realized she was looking me right in the eye. She'd noticed me checking her out. "Tanya," Cynthia said, "This is my friend Amy. Amy this is Tanya, she's a lesbian." Amy extended her hand and I took it. There was a little lingering to the handshake, but nothing to indicate anything more than what I was wishing.

"Yeah, but I'm a closet tennis player." I added. Amy laughed. She had this smile that lit up her whole face. "You're pretty funny too." Cynthia grabbed Amy. "Let's get you a drink." They went into the kitchen and I followed. Mario was at the blender, mixing something that was trying to be green but falling short by a few shades. I grabbed him on the arm. "Hel-lo lez-bo." I said. His head shot up from his work. "Who?" I spoke in Spanish. "See the girl with Cynthia at the fridge?" I asked. When we looked over I saw that Amy was looking right at us. Suddenly, she winked. "You mean the one who just winked at me?" he asked. "Idiot, she winked at me!" "Uh uh, she winked at me." "Excuse me, I just said 'Hel-lo lez-bo'" "You think every hot chick is gay." "She could be." "You mean you want her to be." Mario said as Cynthia and Amy walked out of the kitchen. He switched back to English. "Listen, Cynthia says they haven't been friends long, but Amy is her new buddy for going out to pick up guys. They go to clubs all the time and according to Cynthia they score."

I felt all my excitement turn to frustration and anger. I'm sure Mario saw it in my face. "Hey, I'm not trying to bring you down. Maybe she's bi." "Yeah," I said "that's all I need, get involved with another girl who will leave me for a guy." "So what? Because of that bitch Kristen you're never going to have casual sex again?" "I've got nothing against casual sex, I just.really like her." "You just met her," Mario shook his head. "Now I know that rich bitch did a number on you." "It's got nothing to do with her." I said a little too defensively. "Uh huh. That's why you came out to score wearing a certain piece of jewelry she gave you? The one that, what did you say to me back then? 'Solidifies our relationship.'" "Fuck you." I said as I stormed out of the kitchen and across the living room. I stood by the bay windows and stared out into the night sky, trying to calm down. The plastic cup of Mario's concoction was still in my hand, so I downed half of it in one shot. The burn down my throat was followed by pain in my stomach. I may as well have swallowed a grenade.

I lit a cigarette hoping I wouldn't explode. The door to my left was open and I looked inside. Cynthia and Amy sat on Cynthia's bed looking at pictures. I put out the cigarette in an ashtray, took another swig of death juice and stepped in. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything, I just wanted to see what you've done to the place. The last guy that lived in this room used freon as air freshener." God, I was babbling already. Cynthia smiled, but the look on her face was anything but happy. Amy laughed. "Well that's a cheap way to get a high," she said. We both cracked up while Cynthia gave her fake chuckle. Amy's eyes squeezed shut when she laughed out loud, and it just struck me as really cute. "Actually I'm glad you walked in, you reminded me of something," Cynthia said as she got up and walked over to a dresser. She opened the large jewelry box, took out a few pieces, then walked over and handed them to me. "They're anklets. I noticed yours and figured you liked them," she said. "Yeah, wow, thanks." Okay, maybe she wasn't so bad. I looked through them and noticed a few nice pieces.

"You sure you don't want these anymore?" "Definitely. They're so last summer." The arrogance I'd heard before in her voice was there again. She's lucky anklets aren't that long otherwise I might have used one to choke her to death. Instead I just said "Thanks", walked out, and went back to pretending to enjoy the view at the bay windows. A few minutes later Cynthia and Amy came out. Cynthia walked off to talk to some guy and Amy walked up to me. "Hey." she said. "Sorry about Cynthia. She can be annoying sometimes." "No worse than a car alarm." Amy smiled. "Are you kidding? I don't think her brain and her mouth have met yet." We both laughed. When we stopped neither of us spoke, a silent moment that wasn't entirely uncomfortable.

Amy broke the silence first. "So," she said as her eyes looked around us to make sure no one could hear "do you toke?" "Oh yes." I'd left my stuff at home because Mario is usually well stocked, but Amy had some in her purse, which she grabbed out of Cynthia's room. "We can't do it in Cynthia's room, she'd freak." she said. "Where should we go? The bathroom?" "Let's go to Mario's room." I said. "You sure he won't mind?" "I'm sure he won't notice. He smokes a pound a day." We made our way to Mario's room at the other end of the apartment. Amy sat on his bed and packed a small bowl while I searched Mario's CD rack. I found the Beck album I'd loaned him and put it on. Joining Amy on the bed, we each took a hit from her bowl. "So I guess you like body jewelry." she said. "Yep. I was into it long before it was a fad and I'm sure I'll be wearing them long after its past." "Hasn't been that long for me, but I like wearing them. They look sexy." "Cool" I said. I couldn't think of anything else to say. There was something I felt between us, but wasn't sure if it was mutual attraction. I wanted to bring it up but everything I thought of sounded awkward in my head. Had she heard what we said in the kitchen? Did she even know I was gay? "Any tattoos?" she asked. I pulled up my shirt and showed her the black cat on the small of my back. "How about you?" She had the bowl in her mouth when I asked. Without taking it out she stood and pulled down her jeans. Amy wore a pair of white thong panties, exposing the tattoo of a fairy on her right butt cheek. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen, at least until she turned around and showed me the tattoo of Minnie Mouse next to her pussy.

I just wanted to lean over and lick it. When she pulled up her pants I felt like an eight year-old whose parents just drove past Disney World on the way to the swamp. She sat down and as she passed the bowl to me, used it to tap my belly button ring. "Got any more of those?" I stuck out my tongue to show her my tongue stud, then took a hit and passed the bowl back to her. "Cool," she said. "That's a lot closer to the tip of the tongue than I've seen before." That was my in. "Depends on the sexual stimulation you're looking to give. For blowjobs on guys they usually put it further back on the tongue. Close to the tip, like mine, is for eating pussy." My body actually tensed up for her reaction as my eyes searched her face for it. But her eyebrows didn't raise, there was no frown and no shock followed by a fake smile. "Well," she said, "I'll just have to make sure that's where they put mine then." I know the people downstairs heard my jaw hit the floor. Amy laughed so hard she fell back on the bed. I just sat there and enjoyed the shock. "Oh my God!!" she said when she caught her breath.

"I wish you could see your face!" "Wait- you like women?" "Well, I thought it was obvious. Between the way we looked at each other when we met and my little wink at you I figured you'd get it immediately. But when we were talking by the window I realized you still weren't sure, so I figured I needed to get you alone." Amy was still lying on the bed and I crawled up on my side next to her. "So, you're gay right?" She leaned up. "Exactly how dense are you?" "Like mercury. What I'm asking is- are you gay, bi..." Amy sighed. "Okay. You know when you were telling Brian you've never been with a guy because you're not attracted to men?" "Yeah?" She put her face right in front of mine. "All I could think was I'm glad I'm not the only one." Amy leaned in and gave me a soft, light kiss on the lips. I leaned in for more but Amy stuck the bowl in my mouth and laughed. I took it out. "Is this you're way of telling me I look better stoned?" "No silly. I just don't want to get into anything here." She hesitated. "There's a problem." I guessed, "You're friends don't know your gay."

"No, I'm out. Actually, the only friend I have at this party is Cynthia, but she doesn't know." "I meant to ask about that. Mario told me that you two go out and pick up guys together." Amy turned somber. "It's a long story." "Throw in a car chase and I'll be hooked." She slapped my arm. "If you must know, I graduated from college last year and most of my friends moved away or lost touch. When I got together with one of them I met Cynthia and.I don't know, I guess we hit it off. I knew she wasn't gay, but she was between groups of friends at the moment too. She started calling me and we'd talk a lot. I mean, we don't have tons in common, but that's what's kind of cool. I've learned all kinds of stuff from her and vice versa. I keep meaning to tell her about me, everybody else knows." "But the right time just hasn't come up yet," I said sympathetically. "Yeah, exactly. We started to hang out, going to bars and clubs together. Guys would buy us drinks, hit on us. Cynthia loved it. She said we made a great team for getting guys. It got harder to tell her because.I don't know, it just got harder to bring it up." "Cynthia also told Mario you guys score a lot." I said. Amy frowned. "I'll take their numbers and just never call. Those guys are lucky compared to the ones that try for Cynthia.

Watching her work pisses me off sometimes- leading them on, playing them against each other. She loves fucking with them more than she loves to get fucked. I forget what the guys call it." "A cock tease." "Yeah." she said, and looked at me. "Just so you know, I'm not like that." "Oh yeah?" I said as I leaned into her. "Prove it." I kissed her lips passionately as my hands moved from her shoulders to her sides. My tongue found its way into her mouth, formally introduced itself to hers and they got along just fine. I expected her to break it off in case someone walked in, but she surprised me by wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me closer. My hands moved down her body and under her top as my fingertips lightly roamed the surface of her skin making her moan in my mouth. Amy squeezed my breasts through my top, starting at the base and moving up to my nipples, which were rock hard already. Suddenly she pulled my top up and tried to get it off of me. I broke the kiss. "Moving a little fast, aren't we?" I said with a smile. Amy said nothing as she pulled my top over my head. "You know-" I started before her face went to my right nipple and took it in her mouth. Every time she sucked on it I almost lost my train of thought. "Ahhhhhsss I was trying to...oh...say, I was just kidding uhhbout you having tooo prove it." Amy laughed with her lips still attached to my breast. She let go when I put my hand to the back of her head. "I'm serious," I said.

Amy looked up at me with this sweet, innocent look on her face as her fingers played with my nipples. "I haven't had sex in eight months, and the last three with Cynthia I haven't even been able to try. I'm looking for someone to help release all my pent up sexual tension. I mean, I could probably go all night and most of tomorrow. But if you want me to stop..." In a comically serious voice I said "You poor creature!" I pulled her head back into my breasts and said, "Super Lezbo is here to save you!!" Amy laughed hard. I liked being the one to make her laugh- it gave me this huge burst of self-confidence. My whole body was somewhere between warm comfort and tingling excitement. Not to mention the exhibitionist in me was getting off on having sex in a small apartment full of people partying obliviously on the other side of the door. Amy switched her oral attention to my left breast while her hand felt around my crotch. Her tongue licked the super sensitive outer flesh of my globe, slowly circling in to my nipple. When she got there she licked it once, then hovered over it while she pursed her lips. The cool air of her breath made my sensitive nipple almost hurt from pleasure. She sucked on it a little more and then licked down along my left side.

With her tongue still pressed to my skin she moved to my belly button, stuck her tongue inside and moved it around, came out and hooked her tongue into my ring, pulling on it a little. "I like this," Amy said. "It looks really sexy on you." Before I could respond her hands unbuttoned my jeans and started to slide them down. Her eyes bulged at my lack of panties. "That's sexy too," she said. Amy was on the floor, sitting on her haunches between my legs. As much as it pained me to, I finally said "Listen, this may not be such a hot idea if you're trying to keep Cynthia from finding out." She looked up at me. "Are you really that worried about Cynthia right now?" "I'm worried about you." Amy smiled. "That's sweet." Suddenly her face was between my legs. Amy's fingers opened my folds and the feeling of her tongue sticking inside my wet hole almost caused an immediate orgasm.

I opened my mouth. "Ho-ly shit!" That wasn't my voice, not unless it dropped a few octaves. Amy turned her body towards the door too fast, lost her balance and fell backwards. Her hands grabbed out for something to hold onto and found my foot, but her right hand grabbed my anklet and I felt it come off my skin. "Owwww!" Amy called out as she fell on her back. The guy I'd been arguing my sexual preference with stood in the doorway, and the look on his face was somewhere between shock and glee. "Could you please shut the fucking door," I said sternly. He closed the door, but failed to remove himself from the room before doing so. Amy sat up, looking at him with a mix of confusion and fear. "Excuse us please!" I was annoyed because I knew what was coming. "Don't stop on my account," he said. "This isn't the Playboy Channel. Get out." "Hey, after us talking before, I just want to get a better understanding, you know, of what you get out of a woman that you don't.can't see, or get, in a man." This guy was good and sauced. He was talking over his own words trying to speak, probably because he had to concentrate so hard on standing. His hands were very animated as he talked, and I was sure the cup in his right hand was empty otherwise it would have spilled something by now.

Apparently the initial shock had worn off because Amy got up from the floor and walked over to him slowly. "Brian, I really need you to do me a favor," she said. "Yeah, get lost," I said. Amy moved her hand behind her back and gave me a 'cut it' signal. "So I guess this is why you didn't call me," Brian said to her. "Yes. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to lead you on, but Cynthia doesn't know I'm gay and I need to keep it that way for a little while. I'm gonna tell her, but I haven't worked up the courage yet. And I need to tell her because I don't want her finding out second hand." When Amy put her hand on Brian's upper arm he looked at it, then back at her. "So could you please do me a favor and just go back out there and keep this a secret? I really need your help." It was the way she did it that was truly impressive. Her voice sounded sincere and the hand on the shoulder was a nice touch. I couldn't see her eyes but they must have had the desired effect because Brian's face softened and he lost the wicked, hungry look that had been in his eyes since he shut the door. I was blown away. "Okay," he said while his head nodded up and down. "Thanks. You're really saving me here. I owe you one," she said. Brian turned, opened the door and slipped out like a disciplined third grader whose teacher had taken it easy on him. Amy walked to the bed and stood in front of me. I just sat there and continued to be blown away. "Fuck." Amy said. "Actually, I think that went better than it could have.

I figured we'd have to put on a show for him just to keep his mouth shut. You played him like a violin and put him away in his case." "I wasn't playing him. I really felt bad about leading him on. And I knew keeping this from Cynthia was going to bite me in the ass eventually." Amy looked to her left hand and realized she had something in it. "Oh shit. I broke your anklet." "Don't worry about it." "Are you kidding? This thing looks expensive." "The only thing I paid for that is measured in emotional cost," I said as I took it from her hand, found my jeans and put it in the pocket. I started getting dressed. "I'm the one that should apologize, I got you caught." "Bullshit." she said as she adjusted her top. "I could have stopped it anytime." "You did. I kept pushing and I had an unfair advantage, you've been celibate for eight months." "You didn't know that until I took charge. Look, it doesn't matter. I don't want this to end tonight." "Me neither." We embraced and shared a passionate kiss. She broke it suddenly. "Just help me out here, what part of the wink didn't you get?" "I was standing next to Mario when you winked at me and he thought you winked at him." "Okay, nothing against the guy, but ewwww." "I'll tell him you said that," I said. She slapped my arm again and I smiled briefly.

"Right after that he told me about you and Cynthia being pick up buddies, and I was afraid he was right." "Jeez, I really need to put a stop to this. But not tonight, I want to spend the rest of this evening learning about you." "My place is just up the block, if that's cool with you." "Definitely. But do you mind if we go back out to the party for a few minutes?" "No prob, you haven't told her yet. We should leave separately too. I'll take off in a few minutes and wait for you in front of my building. You get your car, there's a lot behind my building." "Cool. Thanks for understanding." She flashed her thousand watt smile, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and we went back out into the party. Amy went looking for Cynthia and I walked into the kitchen looking for Mario. He wasn't there, but Brian was, and he proceeded to give me an apology spoken in fluent Drunk. I was horny and in no mood, but being stoned usually raises my level of patience and he seemed sincere. While I stood there, Amy appeared in the hallway outside of the kitchen and saw my predicament.

She smiled, stepped into the doorway so no one in the living room could see her, unbuttoned the top of her jeans, quickly slid the zipper down and flashed me her bush. Apparently she hadn't put her panties back on. She buttoned back up, smiled again, and disappeared. I interrupted Brian. "Listen, no offense, but I gotta go. Do me a favor, though- lay off the sauce a little, I think a girl would find you a lot more interesting if you were closer to sober." I patted him on the cheek, walked out of the kitchen and found Mario in the living room. "Can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked. We walked over to the windows. "Listen, I'm sorry. I was possessed by the evil spirit of Dumped Girl and I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you." "Yeah, me, the guy who got you drunk the night after Kristen split and had to listen to you ramble on about how great in bed she was, what a great cook she was, how well she wiped her ass after taking a crap..." I laughed. "I know, I'm sorry. But if you forgive me I promise not to tell Cynthia any more embarrassing stories about you." He folded his arms across his chest. "Not much of a deal, but I'll take it. This whole thing could have been a lot worse." "Yeah, I could have ripped some of your limbs off."

Twenty minutes later I stood in front of my building having a cigarette. My buzz from the pot and the booze was still going strong, probably because my libido assisting them both. But, as good as I was feeling, my experience with Cynthia had left a bitter taste. She was one of those people who thought they were better than everyone else and it bugged me that I didn't use my sharp tongue to cut her to shreds. I held back at first because I didn't want to make waves for Mario with his new roommate, and later because I didn't want to alienate Amy. But I couldn't help feeling like Cynthia had gotten away with something, like I let her get the best of me. It was starting to kill my good mood, not to mention my favorite anklet was broken. That's when the idea hit me. I took the anklets that Cynthia had given me from my pocket and chose two. One was a white shell anklet, the kind I like to wear at the beach, and the other was a thick braided brown leather piece. I put one on each ankle and shoved the rest in my pocket. Little did Cynthia know I was going to use the jewelry she gave me to turn on her "pick-up buddy".

It may not be much revenge for some people, but it made me feel better. Fuck her. Amy drove up in a brown Toyota that looked almost as old as me. I directed her into the driveway and jumped in. The car surprised me by making it up the steep hill and Amy pulled into my space. "No offense, but this thing's a relic." I said when we got out. "It's an '82, but it's in good shape. Where's your car?" "In the shop." "Mmm hmm" We walked up the stairs in my building, Amy following behind me.

She pinched my right ass cheek, then the left. "Hey! Behave yourself!" I said. She pinched the right one again. "Why? You afraid of someone seeing us?" "Actually, I'm hoping someone does." Amy started to grab for the left cheek but I ran up the stairs and she chased me. When we reached my floor I ran to the door of my apartment and put my back against it. "Can't get to them now, can you?" I teased. My legs were spread rather wide, and Amy leaned in close as her hand reached between them. "Guess I'm going to have to find another route then." Her fingers pressed hard against my shorts as they slid over my crotch and down between my legs until they came against my butt crack. She squeezed and started moving her hand back out until she stopped over my crotch, her face now inches in front of mine. "Mmmm, what do we have here?" she said in a sultry voice. I could feel her warm breath against my face and it smelled like stale pot and mint, probably from some kind of gum or breath candy. Her hand pressed hard against my crotch and I let out a low moan. Amy quickly unbuttoned my shorts and I felt them drop to my ankles. I was now exposed from the waist down. Her fingers began to move lightly over my pubic hair, her other hand roamed under my top and her mouth was showering mine with little kisses.

Amy pulled her head away while her hands stayed on the job. "From what you said in the stairs," she said, still speaking in the sultry voice, "I guess you're an exhibitionist." "Uh huh." I managed to say. "So what we're doing right now is turning you on?" "Uh...huh..." "Well get ready, cause it's going to get a lot better." And with that her mouth went to my neck, her tongue licked down to my left nipple, teasing it through my top, continuing to my bellybutton where she appreciated my ring again. She moved slowly down to my neatly trimmed mound and began poking through the hairs with her tongue to tease the sensitive flesh underneath. My hands were on her head, fingers stroking her hair as she teased me. I closed my eyes when she blew her warm breath on my mound, letting the hairs there do her dirty work for her. Suddenly, her tongue stabbed into my folds and my hands tightened up in her hair. "Owww!" she yelped. "Sorry," I moaned. "It's just you're driving me...,Oh God." Her fingers spread my lips apart and her tongue explained how over it she was.

A finger from her other hand found its way to my opening and eased in without a problem, thanks to how wet I was. This was bliss. I was standing in the hallway of my apartment building being sucked and fingered by a pretty girl- at any moment someone could walk out of the elevator or see through the glass door of either stairwell on the way up to their apartment. I was moaning so loud that anyone could hear it through the paper walls of this place and come out of their apartment to get an eyeful. It was an exhibitionists' dream. Amy's finger pumped in and out of my pussy for a while before she removed it. I moaned in protest before I felt it moving up my ass crack, looking for another opening. She found it and the tip of her cum soaked finger pressed into my rosebud, easing its way in until she began pumping in and out while still eating me. I didn't last long. "Ohhhh! Fuuuuck Yessssssssssssss!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" I believe those were my exact words as I came all over Amy's face. She let me come down from my high- for about two seconds. I thought her tongue was simply lapping up my juices, but another finger joined the one in my ass and they began pumping in and out. I felt another orgasm building quickly and started moaning loudly again.

That's when I heard something hit against a door. Looking around, I saw a light under the door of the apartment across from mine. There was as shadow blocking part of the light and I realized the girl who lived there was watching through her eyehole. I smiled and decided to give her a little more. My hands left Amy's head and pulled my top over my breasts. I licked both my fingers and started playing with my nipples. The shadow under the door shifted for a few moments and then fell back into place. I figured she had just slipped her hand to her pussy and started masturbating. So now two of us were getting off, although I doubt my neighbor was getting as much pleasure as I was.

I continued to rub and pinch my nipples while Amy licked and sucked my clitoris and had two fingers pumping in and out of my ass. I began to moan louder, partially for my neighbors' benefit, but mostly because Amy was bringing me over the edge. A door down the hall opened and the short, plump middle-aged woman who lives there poked her head out and spotted us. She saw me standing against my door, exposed from the top of my breasts to my ankles, a girl on her knees eating me out while I played with my nipples. Even from down the hall I could see the shock on her face as her eyes bulged from their sockets. Her head darted back into the apartment and her door slammed.

That threw me over the edge. I came so hard that I gritted my teeth and pushed my back into the door. Standing on my tiptoes and breathing a mile a minute, my face was covered in sweat. Amy looked up at me. The lower half of her face was so coated in my cum that little droplets were hanging off of her chin. She pulled her fingers out of my ass, stuck them in her mouth and sucked on them. "You're a very naughty girl." I said as she pulled the fingers from her mouth. "You have no idea how naughty I can get." Without fixing my clothes, I picked up my purse and fished out my keys. "Why don't you come inside and show me?" I held out my hand and helped Amy up, opened the door and was about to walk in before I remembered my neighbor. I turned around, grabbed Amy by the shoulders and swung her around so she could see both of us and kissed Amy passionately.

Her arms pulled me tight as my tongue invaded her mouth. There was something about that kiss, something much more than the show for my neighbor it was intended for. Maybe it was the things we had in common or all of what we'd been through that night; maybe it was just plain happiness that we'd found each other. But there was something magical about that kiss, and writing with hindsight as a collaborator, I do know it was the moment I realized this was much more than a one- night stand. It wasn't the moment I fell in love with Amy, because I know exactly when that happened, but I knew something more was going on here.

The kiss lasted for almost a minute, and we held each other so tight I thought we were going to melt into each other. When we finally broke we just stared into each other's eyes. It took me a moment to remember what I intended to do in the first place. "I just love the taste of my cum in another girl's mouth" I said, then turned to my neighbors door, waved and said "Hope you enjoyed the show!" Shuffling as fast as I could with my shorts around my ankles, I pulled Amy into the apartment and closed the door. "What the hell was that all about?" she asked as I kicked off my shorts. "The woman in that apartment was looking at us through her peephole," I said. Amy's eyes widened. "Oh my God! That's so cool!!" "At least I don't have to worry about her complaining to the Super." I leaned down and took off my sandals. "I'll be lucky if the old bat down the hall doesn't call him tonight." Amy looked puzzled. "What old bat?" I pulled my top over my head. "The one that opened her door and saw us going at it." Her face was in shock. "When the hell did that happen?!!!" I walked up to her, stark naked except for body jewelry, and put my arms around her. "When you were hard at work," I said as I started licking cum off the bottom half of her face, "and you were very dedicated to your work. But right now you've got entirely too many clothes on." "Right now I have to go to the bathroom, really bad," she said. "Okay, you go enjoy my bathroom while I pant for you out here."

Amy smiled, and for the second time tonight I realized what I love more than seeing her smile is being the one to make her smile. As soon as she shut the bathroom door I raced into my bedroom and turned on the lava lamp, lit some incense and a few candles around the room. My bedside lamp provided just enough light to see by without being too harsh. Now comes the hard part- finding the right music. Looking through my CD collection, I tried to figure out if we were going to fuck like animals, which meant Daft Punk, Soundgarden or maybe even Slayer (hey, don't knock it until you try it), or make slow passionate love, which called for Mazzy Star, Jimi Hendrix or Sade. I finally decided on Barry White because his music would work either way.

The toilet flushed and I jumped on my bed to lie in a seductive position. I heard the door open and waited. Her naked leg moved into the doorway, then around the doorframe to settle against the wall. As that happened, Amy slid her naked body over the doorframe so that only half of one side was visible. Her arm followed, positioned against the wall reaching up towards the ceiling. I can't properly describe how sexy she looked with her body leaned up against the doorframe like that. It looked like the pose for some erotic photograph or painting. I'd cum twice in the last fifteen minutes and I was wet again. "Ready for Round Two?" she asked in her sultry voice. "Bring it on, baby." She walked towards me slowly, swinging her hips adorned with the belly necklace, to the beat of the song. Amy climbed up on the bed and, struggling to keep her balance, stood over my head. "You said you like body jewelry, so I'm sure this caught your eye." Amy put her hands against the wall and lifted her right foot, positioning it over my face and pointing her toes down. I could see the first thing about her that caught my attention- the toe ring. She lowered her foot to my face and I took her toes into my mouth, sucking on them gently. Looking up I saw her smiling. A naughty thought hit me and I pulled her foot out of my mouth. "Got an idea! Stay just like this!" I said as I slipped out from under her and ran into the kitchen. I found what I was looking for in the fridge and ran back into the room.

Slipping under her again, I opened the top of the squeeze bottle and took her foot in my hand as I poured some on her toes. "Ohhh that's cold! What is it?" "Caramel," I said. "My favorite topping." I put down the bottle and resumed licking her toes. "Mmmmmm" I licked off all the caramel and then used my tongue to play with her toe ring. "Get down here," I said. Amy lay down on the bed next to me. I pushed her onto her back, grabbed the bottle and started pouring caramel on her breasts. "Still cold!" she said. "Don't worry, it won't be on you long." I put the bottle down and started licking her right breast. Amy moaned as I worked my way from the outside of her globe towards her nipple.

I took it into my mouth and sucked until it was rock hard, then began scraping it with my teeth. "Ohhh, yeah, oh, that feels so wild," she said. I moved over and gave her left breast the same treatment, enjoying my caramel covered treat. Leaning up on my elbow, I grabbed the bottle again and aimed for her bellybutton. She had one of those large, deep bellybuttons and I filled it until the tan gooey stuff was leaking off to both sides of her body. I licked up each of the streams and then stuck my tongue into her bellybutton, swirling it around inside while my hands squeezed her breasts and my fingers flicked her nipples. When I finished sucking all of the sugary liquid out of her bellybutton I moved lower towards her other two holes, until I got to the Minnie Mouse tattoo. I gave Minnie a quick lick and a kiss. I had her flip over and gave the fairy tattoo on her ass a quick lick and a kiss (wouldn't want it to feel left out), then spread her cheeks and caressed her anus with my tongue. "Ohhhhhhh," she cooed "and you said I was a naughty girl." I poured caramel all over her ass, sucked on my middle finger until it was good and wet and eased it in her rosebud. While my finger pumped in and out I proceeded to lick the rest of her bottom clean. Amy arms gripped my pillow tightly as she moaned louder and louder.

I made a mental note about how sensitive her ass is. When I was finished I turned her over again and kissed the thin strip of dark pubic hair between her legs, pausing to feel those hairs against my lips. I pushed her legs up and back as Amy grabbed her knees and pulled them towards her face. Lowering my head to her spread lips, I swiped my tongue the full distance along them. "You're not going to sweeten the pot?" she asked, indicating the caramel bottle. "This honey pot is sweet enough," I replied. My tongue took another swipe and then I started licking in earnest, moving all around her lips and occasionally taking a shallow dip into her hole. Amy started pinching and rubbing her nipples. I let my fingertips roam lightly over Amy's buttocks as I ate her out, causing her to breathe audibly and in short gasps. "You like that?" I asked. "It's that tongue stud. I didn't know it would make such a difference." I dove back in and found her clit sticking out, looking for attention. I gave it and Amy yelled as my tongue and the metal stud licked and teased her love button. My left hand held her folds open as I coated the fingers of my right with her juices. I slid my right index finger into her pussy as the middle finger eased into her ass. Amy took in a loud, sharp breath. I began pumping both her holes as my tongue continued on her clit. All this attention soon worked her into a frenzy, Amy's back arched and her hands grabbed and twisted my bedspread so hard that I worried about them finding my head.

I kept waiting for her to climax, but every time she approached the summit she managed to ride it out a little longer. Finally, she let out a long yell. "Ohhhhhh pleasssssseeeeeeee!!!" And after taking in another breath she screamed, "MAKE! ME! CUM!" I realized she was over-stimulated by all this attention. I pulled out my fingers and simply clamped my lips onto her clit and began sucking. Her legs began shaking and I managed to close my eyes just before she exploded all over my face. Amy let her legs fall onto my back and we lay there for a while. I thought she was asleep until her feet began to caress my skin. Revenge is sweet, so I started to lick her juices from the inside of her legs until I'd worked my way back to her sex. Acting like I was cleaning up, I spread her folds and slowly licked the whole area, innocently pressing my nose here and there, until I heard her moan. When she pushed her hips into my face I knew I'd accomplished my mission. I began licking with renewed vigor as Amy brought her knees back to her face again. In grammar school, the other kids used to tease me by saying there was a snake living in my mouth because I had a long, thick tongue. Back then I hated my tongue for all the grief it caused me, and being able to touch my nose with it was little consolation. But a few years later, when I first had sex with a girl, I realized some of the more important advantages to having a snake in my mouth. And it was because of these advantages that Amy cried out when I plunged my tongue into her hole and began fucking her with it. She moved her body back and forth to meet my stride, mashing my nose into her clit and inebriating my sense of smell with her sweet musk.

Her gasps became grunts as she came closer and closer to orgasm, those grunts working in time with our strides and causing her body to move with greater force. I moved my fingers up to her folds and played with them when I could catch them, her body was moving so violently. When my right index finger was good and wet I managed to move it along her crack and find her rosebud, position it slightly inside and on the next thrust I pushed it in. "OH GOD!! OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!!!!" she yelled, following it with a scream that I'm sure the lady in the next apartment, the couple upstairs and maybe even the deaf old man below heard. Amy exploded onto my face again, covering it with her cum as her body went into convulsions. I tried lapping up as much as I could, but most of it still ended up on me. We were both breathing heavily and, as I crawled up beside her, I realized my body was covered in sweat. Between breaths Amy managed to say "Never...I've...never...uh...wow." "Couldn't have said it better myself," I said. She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. When Amy leaned back I noticed her eyes looked glassed over, almost wet. She looked so vulnerable at that moment. "You okay?" I asked.

Amy smiled, not her usual face-lit-up smile, but a giddy smile. "I'm way okay." I laid back and we hugged each other, her body was just as coated with sweat as mine. We stayed there quietly until our breathing slowed, listening to Barry White sing about the relationship between love and sex. After a few minutes I got up and went into the kitchen. "Getting the whipped cream now?" Amy called out. Her eyes lit up when I walked back in the room with my little bong. "Well well, someone has a hankering for happiness," she said. "Hankering? What farm did you grow up on?" "Shut up and pack the thing!" We sat on the bed talking and passing the bong back and forth. I just felt so comfortable around her, like we'd known each other for years. Every subject one of us brought up the other had input on. The load in the bong was just about finished when we noticed there was no music. We were so engrossed in conversation (not to mention very stoned) that neither of us noticed the CD had ended. "Go ahead and put something on," I said. "What do you want to hear?" she asked. "Surprise me." She got up off the bed to look through my CD's, and as I took one last hit from the bong I admired her naked form. Three hours ago I'd met her and could only dream about seeing her naked.

Not long after that was when I first saw the fairy tattoo on her butt and could only imagine what it was like to lick it. Now here she was, naked and looking through my CD's during the break of a very intense lovemaking session. And I'd licked a whole lot more than that fairy tattoo. "What did you choose?" I asked when she changed the CD. Amy just peered over her shoulder with a smile and a sly look in her eyes. "Only one song," she said. Amy turned around just as Donna Summer's 'I Love to Love you, Baby' started up. She sashayed towards the bed with the rhythm of the music. I was pretty sure I'd cum the second she touched me. Amy kneeled on the bed and leaned down towards me. I raised my head to her, our mouths were about to meet, close enough where I could feel her breath, when her head ducked away quickly. Before I could see what she was doing I felt her warm lips on my left nipple. She sucked on it hard, causing my nipple to stiffen. Amy moved over my right nipple and licked the areole. Then she blew lightly on it until it got hard, kissed it, and then licked her way down to my belly button. "You really do love playing with that thing." I said as her tongue worked between my skin and my ring. "It turns me on." Amy kept licking down towards my mound, pausing to tickle my lower belly, until I felt her tongue lightly moving over the top of my pubic hair. She spread my legs and planted a kiss on my pussy. Moving away, her tongue trailed down my right leg and licked my ankle.

When her tongue passed over the anklet I heard her give a little laugh. Had thoughts of Cynthia and what we were doing entered her mind? I was about to ask, but she began to suck on my toes and I decided this was no time to concern myself with Cynthia. When she licked the bottom of my foot it ticked, so I tried to pull my leg away, but her hand had a hold on my ankle and she continued to torture me. I tried to kick her with my left foot but her other hand grabbed it and kept it away. "Stop it!" I managed to say between laughs. I finally managed to bat her on the head with the foot she was licking. She smiled and let go of both my feet. "For now," she said. "But now I know you're ticklish." Lying between my legs, Amy's fingers spread my lips and sucked them between hers. Switching back and forth between each side, she managed to get me good and wet by the time her tongue came out and licked every inch of my pussy- every inch with the exception of my clit, which she sadistically avoided. I moaned when I felt a finger slip into my hole, followed by another.

I put a leg over each shoulder, rubbing her back with my feet. As she began pumping in and out, her lips closed on my clit and sucked it hard. My moans turned to yells and that spurned her to increase the speed of her fingers and the pressure of her lips. My heels dug into her back as I felt my internal roller coaster go over the hill. I remember screaming, "I'm cummmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg!!!!!!" as I was brought to another shuddering climax. Amy's tongue licked up my juices while my body spasmed with every touch. I lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, looking up at the ceiling, when I realized I was seeing faint spots from shutting my eyes so tight when I came. Wow. But this still wasn't the moment I fell in love with Amy. The stereo moved to the next CD, which was Mazzy Star. I felt her hands on my hips. "Turn over," she ordered. I complied and felt her tongue on the globes of my ass.

She licked them all over, eliciting moans when she reached the sensitive spots where my legs connect to my butt. But they were nothing compared to the sounds I made when her hands spread my cheeks and her tongue licked the length of my crack. She did that two more times before narrowing her attack down to my rosebud. I felt her tongue move back and forth over my anus, and combined with the post-orgasmic bliss it created an oddly calming sensation. She gave my ass a little kiss as she finished and crawled up beside me. I rolled onto my side, pulled her to me and softly kissed her on the lips. Our tongues wanted in on the deal, and the kiss grew in passion as our hands traveled to each other's breasts and tweaked the nipples. At the same time our pelvises ground into each other and I felt myself getting wet again. I broke the kiss and said, "I have an idea." I positioned the two of us so our legs scissored each other and Amy and I began to grind our pussies together, the wetness lubricating each other's lips like a French kiss. "I saw this in a porno," I said. "Ohhhhhh" escaped from her mouth. I looked over and saw her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly parted. She leaned up on her arms while I lay on the bed. It felt so sexy doing this, grinding her pussy up against mine. She bent her knee and suddenly her foot was in front of my face. I don't know if she did it purposely or just to get more comfortable, but it was an invitation I just couldn't resist.

I pulled her foot to my face and began to lick her toes, playing with the toe ring again, and worked my way up to her ankle and back down again. When I started licking the bottom of her foot, Amy pushed against me harder and moaned louder. Her clit must have brushed up against my wet folds because she cried out, so I moved my hips to try and find it again. When I did she cried out again, I stopped licking her foot and closed my eyes as she grinded into me. I felt her shudder and realized she was cumming. After she was done I got between her legs and licked up her honey. I lifted my head and said, "I just realized I'm a horrible hostess. I haven't offered you anything to drink yet." "I've had plenty to drink, thanks." As she said it, she used her thumb to wipe a drop of her cum off of the corner of my lip and licked it off. "Well, I could certainly use something." We went to the kitchen and she was surprised to see I had Kool-Aid. We sat on the couch in the living room and turned on the TV. "I guess you don't mind if people can see in," Amy said as she pointed to my windows.

The drapes were pulled back and we were still naked. "I'm a born exhibitionist. There's a guy who lives in the building across the way who I'll give a show to every once in a while." "You're evil. Either he's gone to bed or he's not home 'cause his lights are out." "Guess he's missing the show," I said. Late night TV isn't what it used to be, but we had a good time making fun of the infomercials. Lying on the couch, I noticed we always managed to keep skin contact somewhere, and it added to the warm glow I was basking in. It also gave me a reassuring feeling that I wasn't the only one who felt like this was more than just great sex. About forty minutes later I looked up and noticed the light in my voyeur's apartment was on. I walked up to the window and, squinting my eyes, I could see him standing by the window holding his binoculars. He's rarely ever shy about showing himself, probably figured out that when I know he's there I'll get really wild. "My buddy's back," I said as I walked back to the couch. "You ever worry that he thinks you're leading him on?" she asked. "He's seen me with girls before. I think he gets the idea I'm not into men." "You don't think he's dangerous, like maybe he'd attack you?" "The guy gets plenty of women. I've seen him with them in front of his building and I can see into his place when he brings them home. One time I was here with a girl and I noticed him looking over here, and he had a girl with him and she was looking too.

And he's very respectful, always closes his blinds when he goes into the bedroom with the ladies and he's never tried to take pictures. I think he's just thankful for the view." "Well, since he's looking, I don't think we should disappoint him." Amy leaned in and kissed me and we started playing with each other's nipples again. "Do you have any whipped cream?" she asked. I went to the kitchen and brought out the kind with a spray nozzle. She tipped the can back and shot some into her mouth, pulled me to her and started frenching me. I shot some cream onto her nipples and slowly licked it off, and then she did the same to me. Amy kneeled on the floor and spread my legs, sprayed some onto my pussy and ate me out. I did the same to her and we ended up in a sixty-nine. I think Amy was as turned on about being watched as I was, her pussy was really wet and she was very responsive. I fingered her anus and she did the same to me. I'm pretty sure Amy was ready to cum before me, but I think she held off until I caught up and we came together. When I felt strength return to my limbs I got off the couch and walked to the window. My voyeur had already abandoned his post, but after a few seconds he walked into his kitchen and poured a glass of something.

He looked out the window and saw me standing there. I waved at him and he waved back. I closed the drapes and Amy and I went to my bedroom and lay there talking for a while. Somewhere around five in the morning we finally passed out in each other's arms. After what we went through I figured we'd sleep until noon, but I woke at 9:30 and found myself alone. Just when I thought she'd left I heard the sink in the bathroom turn on. Pulling the covers back around me, I snuggled in waiting for Amy to come out.

I heard Amy talking, but I couldn't make out what she was saying through the bathroom door. "I can't hear you!" I called out. She continued talking and turned the sink off. The door opened and Amy walked out with all of her clothes on, talking to her cell phone. I mouthed "sorry", but she smiled and waved it off. "Okay, yeah. Twenty minutes. Bye." She turned it off and put it in her purse. "Off to see your next girlfriend?" I said in mock jealousy. "You got me. I have to come clean. I'm a hooker." "I should have known with that outfit." "Hey! You weren't exactly wearing a habit last night yourself!" "So, off to see one of your clients?" "The first of my many janes for today," she said. "Any more room for me in there?" Amy sat down on the bed, leaned over and put her face right in front of mine. "I think I can fit you in between the housewife and the sorority orgy." She pressed her lips to mine and we engaged in a soft, wet kiss that could have lasted the rest of the day for all I cared. When it was over we just stared into each other's eyes. I broke the silence with "You were just kidding about the hooker thing, right?" Amy shook her head. "Like mercury." "Hey, I warned you." "That was Cynthia on the phone." "Uh oh." "I called her. We're going to meet in that little diner down the street. It's about time I came clean."

"You sure?" Amy rested her elbows on her knees and her hands propped up her chin. "I laid here watching you sleep for...I don't know how long. And I kept thinking about how this was going to work out. It's not just me lying to Cynthia anymore, now I've got to drag you and Mario into it. And that guy Brian, he's like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off." Amy sighed and shook her head. "It sounds like the plot of some stupid romantic comedy, except no one's laughing." Her eyes turned from me to some far off place. "It's ridiculous. I've come out to every other person in my life. Why the hell am I so scared of Cynthia?" "Because you haven't known her that long and you're not sure how she'll take it." But deep down I knew that wasn't true, she had a good idea of how Cynthia would take it- Amy knew she was going to lose her as a friend. That was her dilemma. Amy was dealing with it by putting off telling her, and if she was still in the closet that would be fine. But being out to everyone but one person, living in fear of running into an old friend while with Cynthia (like how she described Brian, "...a ticking time bomb waiting to go off"), even putting her love and sex life aside. This was how she was living, and it was no way to live. That's why I didn't argue even though I knew she'd come back crying. And when she did I told her I was sorry, because I let her go meet Cynthia knowing this. Because I let it all happen.

So there we were on my couch, Amy crying as I hugged her tight to my naked form. Being an exhibitionist, there are very few times in life when I feel uncomfortable naked, but this was one of them. Maybe if we were both naked I'd feel better, but I was hardly about to- I pulled Amy away from my chest. "Let's go take a bubble bath." I drew the bath while she got undressed and we got in facing each other. My skin was touching hers, but I didn't as much as play footsie with her. I had no intentions of doing anything until she was ready, and that looked to be a long way off. Every time her tears dried a new set would follow. Cynthia's reaction hit her harder than I thought it would. I scooped up some bubbles into my hand and blew them her way. She forced a weak smile, but the tears continued. I said, "I suppose now's not the time to bring up how it might be a bad idea to tell Cynthia the truth." Amy's smile improved. "You're dense and you're timing's off?" "I know. Send me back to the factory." Her foot caressed the inside of my thigh. "Well, you have some redeeming qualities." "Yeah, call the caramel industry, I have a new ad campaign- 'Caramel and Pussy, Perfect Together.'" Amy's face-lighting smile returned. "We should shoot a commercial." "Oh yeah! You and me and a bathtub full of caramel!" We laughed for a while and made more jokes. At one point, Amy looked at me with tears still in her eyes, but she was smiling. "Thanks," she said. "Hey, all I did was come up with an ad campaign."

After our bath I stood naked in front of my bathroom sink brushing my teeth. Amy came out of the bedroom wearing one of my T-shirts and leaned up against the doorframe watching me. I looked at her and she smiled, but it was a weak smile. "What's wrong?" I asked through my toothbrush and a mouthful of toothpaste. "Nothing's wrong, I just...I want to tell you something and I don't know how to say it." I spat into the sink. "You can just spit it out. I promise to be gentle." I smiled and went back to brushing while she thought. All of a sudden Amy was standing next to me, she turned me towards her and put her hands on my arms. I dropped my hand from my toothbrush, letting it sit in my mouth. "I need to know that I'm not the only one in this room who feels this way. I need to know last night wasn't just some fling for you, that I'll be lucky if you remember my name next week.

I need to know that I wasn't the only one who felt something the first moment we laid eyes on each other, that you weren't missing all my clues because you're not that attracted to me. I need to know that when we kissed in the hall last night it was as magical for you as it was for me. I need to know that we kept having sex because we couldn't get enough of each other. I know it's selfish, but I need to know all those things, and it's not just because I've gone so long without someone, but because I've never been with anyone who makes me feel like you do." I took my toothbrush out of my mouth and kissed her. It was a kiss as passionate as the one in the hall last night, except there was toothpaste this time. This was the moment I fell in love with Amy, and it was because of one word. Magical. She used the same word I had thought of last night to describe the kiss. That's when I knew. It was that simple. We went out to a jewelry store that afternoon and sold my expensive (but no longer favorite) anklet and used the money to buy two cheaper ones, one for each of us. Two months later Amy moved in with me. Mario threw Cynthia out after he got sick of her playing head games (and leaving dirty dishes in the sink all the time). He's looking for another roommate, if you're interested.

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