The Saleswoman

Maggie opened the door to reveal a woman somewhat older than herself, maybe in her mid-forties. She was smartly turned out in a navy jacket and skirt and immediately made Maggie feel a bit dowdy. Maggie knew the appointment was for after lunch but she had not had not really bothered getting ready.

The woman smiled sweetly and introduced herself as Jan, though they had already spoken on the phone. Maggie invited her in, asking her to sit on the comfortable sofa next to her. Jan was carrying a large black bag and she placed it carefully beside her on the floor before turning to Maggie with the same sweet smile.

"Now, I understand from a friend that you were interested in looking at our products?" she began.

"Yes, that's true," said Maggie - it was Angela who'd dared her to invite Jan round.

"Now, a lot of women find what I show them a bit of a giggle and that's nothing to worry about, believe me, I'm used to it!"

Maggie just smiled - she was already nervous and half-regretting her earlier phone call inviting the saleswoman round.

"Now, what I'll show you is our catalogue, have a look and if there's anything you fancy I can whip it out and we can take a look - I carry most products with me."

She handed Maggie a glossy catalogue entitled "Marital Aids". Maggie took it with slightly shaking hands and skimmed through it. She was aware of Jan's eyes appraising her and wasn't quite sure where or what to look at.

All she'd wanted was a vibrator, but an older and wiser friend, this was Angela, insisted that if she bought mail order she could easily be disappointed. Maggie had no intention of going to a sex shop so Angela had suggested a friend of hers who was a sales rep for sex aids company. Maggie had wanted a vibrator for a number of reasons, the main one being a lack of satisfaction with her own sex life. She loved her husband dearly, but he just wasn't 'active' enough for her and was away often.

Now, as she skimmed through the catalogue there were not only vibrators, but lots of bizarre other items too, including hideous underwear and even handcuffs! She tried to concentrate on the vibrators. They seemed to fall into the 'realistic' and 'non-realistic' ones -- Maggie thought she preferred something smooth and simple as opposed to the 'veiny penis' variety.

"What about this one?" she said, tapping her finger on something white and lipstick shaped.

"Hmm, what size?" asked Jan.

That threw Maggie completely. Size? "Uhmm, medium I suppose."

"Oh, that'll be the 7-incher then," said Jan and dived into her bag of wonders.

She drew out something approximating what was in the catalogue and handed it to Maggie. Maggie held it gingerly, felt the weight, stroked the hard plastic surface and then looked blankly at Jan.

"Well, it seems ok," she said, rather vaguely - not really sure what 'features' to look for.

"Oh, that's a nice one," said Jan. "Switch it on and you'll see what I mean."

Maggie fiddled with it a while with no success so Jan leaned over, turned the base, and the thing suddenly came to life in her hands sending powerful vibrations up her arm. Maggie giggled.

"Oh! I see what you mean!"

Jan smiled back.

"Of course, you won't know if it's the right one for you until you've tried it," she said.

Maggie thought this over. "No, I suppose not!"

"Well then, would you like to do that here or somewhere more comfortable, like the bedroom?"

"What do you mean?" asked Maggie, confused.

"Well, I never make a sale until a customer is completely satisfied with the product."

Maggie was not sure she understood what Jan meant, or at least what she THOUGHT she meant.

"Of course," she said, blankly.

"Well then, if you put your legs up on the sofa and whip your panties off - no need to take your skirt off - I'll see if this is the right one for you."

Maggie gasped.

"You mean you want me to try it... now?"

"Oh yes," said Jan, unconcerned. She was already extracting a pair of thin transparent gloves from her bag. Maggie watched, stunned, as she took a small tube of lubricating gel and smeared it over the top of the vibrator. She really meant it.

Maggie suddenly felt like she'd taken a trip to the gynaecologists. Why hadn't Angela warned her? She would have at least put on some clean panties.

Maggie stood up and slipped off her panties. Jan just beamed at her and patted the sofa next to her for Maggie to sit down on. Maggie rested her head on the arm and put her feet up on the sofa. She parted her legs slightly and rolled up her skirt to her hips. Jan smiled down at the blonde curls of her pussy and then, with her gloved hands applied some more lubricating gel to the outer lips of Maggie's vagina.

"Always a good idea to use plenty of this," she said in a motherly way. "Unless you can find someone's tongue to do the trick!"

She grinned up at Maggie again but Maggie was gritting her teeth at the invading touch.

'Oh god,' she thought, 'Let me just get this over with quickly; I'll tell her I like it, whatever it feels like, and then at least it'll be over!'

"Open your legs a bit wider love," said Jan. "Some ladies like to hold their knees while I do this gives me better access!"

Maggie put one foot on the floor and hooked the other over the back of the sofa. She felt incredibly vulnerable.

"Now, just relax," said Jan, and slowly, very slowly she inserted the smooth head of the vibrator into Maggie's cunt. As she pushed it gently in she checked Maggie's face for reaction. Maggie was biting her lip and gripping the edge of the sofa.

Once it was half-way in, Jan paused.

"There, I'll just let you get used to the sensation before I turn it on. How does that feel?"

Maggie nodded dumbly. "Ok," she said, not daring to move.

Jan smiled, leaned forward with her other hand and turned on the vibrator to a low setting.

Maggie had never had a vibrator inside her before and was unprepared for the powerful sensations pulsing through her vagina and even into her colon. The feeling was wonderful and she closed her eyes with pleasure.

"Mmmm, thought you'd like that," smiled Jan. "Let me put it up a notch higher."

Now the pleasure was more intense and waves of pleasure enveloped her body. Maggie moaned slightly and shifted her hips, thrusting her pelvis to take more of the vibrator inside herself. Jan held the base firm to allow Maggie to impale herself.

"That's it love," she cooed encouragingly.

"Mmmm, I like this one," said Maggie. "I'll take it."

Suddenly Jan switched off the pleasurable vibrations and withdrew the toy leaving Maggie feeling unfulfilled.

"Oh!" she said.

"Are you sure?" queried Jan, looking doubtful.

Maggie struggled into a sitting position, flicking her skirt over her lap, trying to regain her composure.

"I... I... I think so," she said, looking to Jan for reassurance.

"No, it's just that a lot of girls make the same mistake as you - fall in love with the first one they try - and you can't really judge unless you've compared now, can you?"

"I... I suppose not," agreed Maggie.

"So, why don't I pick you out something else I think you'd like and see what you think?"

Jan delved into her bag and withdrew a slightly large looking chrome vibrator. The head was more bulbous.

"Now THIS one is for the more discerning user," said Jan. "Now, you just get comfy again."

Maggie did as she was told and Jan lifted her skirt and arranged her legs apart as she wanted them.

This time she was less gentle with the insertion. She didn't need to be too careful as Maggie's cunt was already wet. She switched the thing on and soon had Maggie squirming on the sofa.

"Oh yes," said Maggie, between gasps. "That one is great."

"See," said Jan. "I told you!"

Jan thrust the vibrator in and out a little to give her the full feeling. The chrome vibrator was almost twice as expensive as the white one and she was on commission.

When she had judged that Maggie was beginning to carried away she withdrew it sharply again.

"Oh! Oh! I just HAVE to have that one," said Maggie, her eyes sparkling.

"Hmmm," said Jan. "Let me try just one more, ok?"

"Ok," said Maggie, and lay back in the position, letting Jan do with her as she pleased.

Jan pulled out a monstrous fake phallus. It was nine inches long and covered with ridges. Maggie gasped, but Jan reassured her.

"I've seen a lot of vaginas in my time and I just know that this is what yours is hungry for!"

"Are you sure?" said Maggie. "It looks awfully big!"

"Don't worry," said Jan, "I'll be as gentle as I can. At least you're nice and lubricated now!"

Maggie looked a bit embarrassed at this reference to her cunt that was now dripping on the sofa with pleasure.

Jan put the swollen head of the vibrator to Maggie's lips. She helped Maggie pull the lips of her vagina apart so that the beast could enter.

Maggie exhaled sharply as the thing slowly filled her.

"Oh god, oh god!" she moaned as Jan pushed the thing inexorably in. She'd never felt so full in her life.

Jan grinned, "I'll just leave it there for a bit shall I? So you get used to the size?"

Maggie nodded, unable to speak.

Jan continued, "Of course that one's a little pricey, but it does come with its own little cousin, an anal version of its big brother."

She pulled out a much smaller version of the original, just bigger than a finger.

"Now this one," said Jan, putting the tip against Maggie's already stretched anus. "Goes here."

And without permission, she inserted the tip of the dildo into Maggie's anus.

Maggie was an anal virgin; she had never even thought about putting things up her bottom and now Jan was calmly violating her most intimate hole. She gasped as the tip entered. She could feel it pushing against the other dildo and when Jan started to move the two in and out she felt them slide over each other, sending spasms through her body.

Once again Jan whisked them out at just the right moment before Maggie tipped over into orgasm. Maggie lay panting and sweating on the sofa, her blouse a crumpled mess. She felt horribly empty after the two dildos were removed.

Jan smiled at her; "You want those then?"

"Yes, yes please," said Maggie.

"Now, this thing also comes with a strap attachment, but that's extra."

"Strap?" said Maggie. "What's the strap for?"

"Oh, it's so that if you and your partner wish to play, one can strap it on and use it on the other."

"How on earth does that work?" asked Maggie, intrigued at the thought of her husband with the device.

Jan paused for a minute.

"Oh here, let me show you," she said. "But I shall have to take my skirt off."

"Oh no, please," said Maggie. "I didn't mean to trouble you!"

"No, it's ok," said Jan. "But I haven't done this for a while and I'm a bit rusty, so you'll have to forgive me!"

Jan slipped her skirt round and undid the zip over her hip. Letting it slip to the floor she stepped out of it then picked it up, folded it, and placed it over the back of a chair. Maggie was a little surprised to see that she was wearing a very smart pair of black stockings and suspenders with black lace panties. Jan smiled reassuringly and then strapped the dildo to herself, adjusting it until she was wearing it like a monstrous erection.

"Oh, I see!" said Maggie.

"If you'd just like to come over here," said Jan.

Maggie complied.

"Now, could you bend over the table and raise your skirt again?"

Maggie did as she was told.

"Now what happens is that your partner can come up behind you like so," she said, moving behind Maggie. "Then it's very easy for them to penetrate you... like so."

She pushed the tip of the monstrous cock against the lips of Maggie's exposed, wet vagina.

Jan held on to Maggie's hips and pushed the cock a little way in. Maggie gasped with pleasure.

Jan smiled to herself. She thrust in and out in firm, confident strokes as Maggie desperately gripped the table.

"So... you... see... it's... really... just... a... substitute... for... the real... thing..." breathed Jan as she pumped the wickedly sized dildo in and out of Maggie's helpless vagina.

Maggie met Jan's thrusts with her hips. At the right moment Jan withdrew suddenly, leaving Maggie feeling empty and desperate for more.

"If you like that kind of thing there is something else that may interest you," she said, unstrapping the vibrator from her waist.

Maggie, slumped over the table, frustrated, and said, "What now?"

"This!" said Jan, brandishing a 12-inch double-ended dildo at her.

"Oh my god!" said Maggie. "What on earth is that for?"

Jan sighed. "Do you REALLY want me to show you?"

"Uhuh."

Sighing heavily, Jan slipped off her panties that had been put on over her suspenders.

Jan strolled to the sofa and invited Maggie to sit down beside her.

"Now, this end goes in here," she said, pushing one end of the monster into Maggie's well-lubricated cunt. "And the other end goes in... here."

At this point she opened her own legs wide to reveal her own cunt sticky with her own arousal and plunged the other end of the cock inside herself.

Maggie gasped; now they were joined at the waist like Siamese twins. The two women moved their hips on either end of the cock. Each movement one made sent vibrations along the cock to the other whose subsequent shudder reinitiated yet more waves of pleasure.

The two women writhed and moaned on the cock, pushing against each other, fucking each other and being fucked by each other. They linked arms to try and control the sensations, sweat beading their faces with the effort. Jan smiled into Maggie's eyes; it was going to be a good sale.

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The Movie Theater

It had been raining off and on when I got off work. The streets were smelling and looking clean like they had just taken a shower. The sky was still gloomy with dark clouds. The buildings and the cars looked dull. There was a warm breeze but it was still chilly.

I generally don't like such weather but it didn't matter. I was a bit tired. After all a secretary can't feel like in heaven after a day's work. Only I know how it feels after I have done with dancing my fingers on the keyboard. I was too anxious to get home. Sometimes I go to somewhere else if I feel like it. Maybe to a movie or to a bar, or I just sit on a bench by the river or just take a walk. It was not one of those days. The only thing I wanted then is to get into my warm apartment, have a hot cup of coffee, lie down on couch and watch something good on TV. I guess this is the way many of my afternoons will vanish into enchanting past.

Maybe I would have gone home. Then I don't know why I decided to go to a movie. I went to the nearest theater. They were showing a movie called 'The solitary girl'. Ah, that's funny. Who could be more solitary than me? This is perfect. A perfect solitary movie for a perfect solitary girl. I went right in.

There weren't many people inside. Only a few men and women like me. I went to a corner and tried to relax. I didn't have to try very hard. Relaxation came by itself. Before I knew I was beginning to feel good. Soon I felt I wasn't tired anymore. My mental joy drove away physical tiredness. The film had started. It was the story of an office going regular type girl. Everyday she goes out to her office, then comes back home, goes to her friends', occasionally to parties and to date. Most of the times she feels lonely. Nothing to do in her solitary times except for two faithful friends, her TV and VCR.

Wait a minute, what is she doing? She had started a xxx movie on VCR. She was getting excited about it. The excitement was building in her face. Oh my, she was a good actress or she was actually feeling that and letting her feeling flow before camera. Whatever it was she was horny. She had just started to caress herself, over her breasts, tummy, and thighs. Oh no, she had started to do on her real things. The rhythmic fingering was making her more excited. Her excitement was making me hot. Yes, baby, this girl is good. Now what is she doing? She had gone crazy. She was stripping herself. One by one her blouse, bra, skirt, pants were piled on the ground. The romantic figure of a beautiful naked girl emerged. She was pretty. Her shaved pussy and puffy pink lips was far more beautiful. Her pink nipples were rock-hard.

She started cupping her breasts with one hand. Her other hand was caressing her smooth inner thigh. Soon she moved that hand over to her pussy. She started to finger and play with her pussy lips. Lightly patting her clit. Then she inserted her fingers inside, in deep. Oh shit, she is fucking herself.

As she was masturbating and watching hot sex her body was shaking. She was vibrating. Her mouth opened as the moans beckoned forth.

She was not feeling comfortable in any position. She stopped playing with her breasts with her hand. She started to move that hand restlessly over her body. She was trying to feel the excitement on her whole body. She became more and more excited, her hands started to move more violently. Oh, oh, I could hardly watch. The agitation, the commotion, all was transferring to me. The girl could not stand any more. She was close to a powerful orgasm. Still she was stroking her fingers in and out of her pussy, her other hand swimming over her body, rubbing everything it finds on its way. Sounds of sexual pleasure started to come out of her mouth. Her breath became shorter, movements more violent. She pushed herself over the edge. Owwwwww... she screamed. With this shrill sound of pleasure her whole body exploded in a mind blowing orgasm. She laid on the couch with her joy of sexual ecstasy.

That was it for the girl of the movie. But it was just the beginning for me. She started fire on my body. She was just like me doing what I love to do most. What a similar style.

I was so excited to see her do that, I didn't even notice that I put a hand under my skirt. I generally wear nothing under my skirt. It always comes handy. Whenever I want I can feel a little bit of my soft pussy.

Nothing refreshing like it during a tiresome workday. There I was sitting inside a theater, excited, very excited. I started to finger myself. I couldn't think anything else. I forgot where I was. The movie was going on. I was siting there in a dark corner busy with myself. Ummmm, it's so nice. 'Need any help?' A soft voice whispered beside me. I looked up. A woman was sitting just left of me. I didn't even notice when she had arrived. She was a gorgeous woman in her early twenties. Blonde, beautiful, slender and sexy. I was not sure about her complexion in the dark corner, but I am pretty sure she was beautiful. Maybe she was a little dark, possibly because of a tan. She wore a very short tight fitted black dress. My eyes followed to her breasts. They were at least 38C. What huge ones for such a slender lady. I could even see her stiff nipples under her dress. My eyes were still going downward. I couldn't guess how she looked near her waist area in the darkness. At last my eyes stopped over her long slim legs. They were covered with black stockings. The stocking could not hide the beauty of those smooth strong legs.

Oh my. What does this wonderful lady want to help me with? I couldn't think anymore. What ever it is I wouldn't have missed it for anything. 'Yes, I would love that.' I whispered in the same quiet like tone. She smiled. then asked, 'Do you know what I am talking about?' What is she talking about? She is sitting beside a girl who is masturbating like hell. Surely this girl may need some help. Wait a minute. Is she talking about something else? No, it can't be. What else could she be thinking about?

I didn't answer her. What I did was a little bold thing for me to do but I put my hand on her thigh. She shivered a little. Her body was hot, very hot. Now I was sure she was excited by the movie like I was, and doubley excited by my activities. She didn't say anything but replied by putting her hand over and cupping my breast. She started fondling my breasts. I was wearing a thin cotton bra and my tank top was not that thick either. I could feel her every movement, her every touch. She surely knows how to handle those boobs.

My excitement was heightened. My body started to burn. I couldn't stand it any longer. I responded to her actions by caressing her thigh. My hand carressed over her stockings. I decided to go further up. Oh my, nothing. Nothing at all. Like me she also prefered wearing nothing under that beautiful black dress.

I was not satisfied feeling and loving her thigh. I proceeded up further to reach her pussy. It was so hot. So wet. I couldn't wait to taste her. She moaned as I touched her delicate folds. She spread her legs and let me through. I started stroking her pussy. Up and down, up and down, down and up. I was producing my own juice. I could feel the wetness in my other hand that was still fingering my hot pussy. Soon I felt another thing, a hand. She also decided to help me with my pussy. I helped her inside my juicy pussy and removed my hand. I was beginning to rely on her capabilities by then. At least her other hand was doing a great job on my tits. 'Ahhhh, more more', I hissed. Meanwhile my fingers on her pussy just found her clit. That was a giant. I have never seen such a enlarged one in my entire lesbian life. She seemed to have been electrocuted as I got hold of her clit. Her hand and finger movement started to become faster. Her breath became shorter and irregular. I knew I had hit the jackpot, the key to her cumheaven. I started to stroke an cuddle her clit harder and harder. She responded with a more aggressive motion. I knew she was getting there as she started to bite my ear. Her breath was coming shorter and faster. She was squeezing my tits hard. It seemed she was about to tear them from by body. Her nails were scratching my tender puss. I was never fucked so hard and so brutally in my life. That was a new experience for me. The pain started to make me mad. I moaned, 'Tear apart my puss, oohhhhh, I can't stand it any more, mmmmmm, scratch my pussy to hell.'

Pain and pleasure started to make me desperate. I was to a point where I could cum or die. The woman was so mad. She put her one hand around my neck and started to bite my tits. Ahh, she was hungry like a wolf. She wanted to eat me alive. I desperately pulled her clit hard with my fingers. That was it for my partner. She came violently. Her expression of pleasure over my breast also pushed me over the edge. My entire body exploded. I was blinded by flashes of white light. My whole body was filled with intense sexual pleasure. It felt so good.

I sat there loosing all my strengths. The lady's head was over my breast. A little later she moved her head and lay there on her seat. There we were, two completely satisfied women enjoying our sexual satisfaction at a dark corner in a theater. It was about couple of minutes before we could gather ourselves. We dragged our body parts to sit in a decent position. After some lazy movements we could smooth out our dress. Soon we were helping each other to look as comfortable as possible.

The whole event was soon over. Even any sign of it also vanished. But the pleasant experience was inside our mind. Our faces showed it. We looked at each other, smiled the most beautiful smile in the world. Then we started to watch the rest of the movie.

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She

She walked towards me on the deck of the indoor community pool. I just finished my first set of 20 laps and I was headed to the Jacuzzi to cool-down before starting my second set. She wore the bathing suit of a lifeguard.

She wasn't pretty. Not even plain. She had a face that had seen too much chlorine and too much acne; harsh, wrinkled and marked. She walked around the Jacuzzi once, displaying her body to me. She was proud of her big boobs, and tight bottom. But like her face, her body was blemished and damaged from her exposure to the pool and the sun.

She made me uncomfortable, so I decided to start my second set of laps. She stopped me as I stepped from the swirling water.

"I'm Beth," she said in a blunt, no-nonsense manner, "I want to fuck you...now...right now...c'mon."

She grabbed my hand and led me towards the women's changing room.

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"So," she said flatly.

She put me under the communal shower and commanded that I strip. I did what she asked, dropping the shoulder straps of my workout swimsuit, shedding the damp garment as anonymous women passed by.

She pressed my back against the warm tile and knelt before me.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Your cunt...Spread your lips and show it to me," she commanded again.

I did. I opened my pussy to her gaze. She placed her hands on my thighs and rubbed up and down, still kneeling before me. More women and girls walked by. Some fascinated by what was happening and some turning their heads with visible disgust. I felt ashamed. Why didn't I stop her?

"You'll need to get off fast or we'll get caught," she said as she plunged her face into my crotch.

She licked me and sucked me and teased me.

"Hurry-up and cum," she said frantically before gently sucking my clitoris into her mouth.

I grabbed her wet hair and did it, I came. It was wet and wild and exciting; my pussy flooding her face as I pulled her against me.

"Oh yes!" I cried as she ate me through two glorious climaxes, "hell yes...fuck yes...eat me."

She stood, "You're not gay...right?"

"No."

"Cool," she wiped her face with the back of her hand, "I slipped my number in your locker."

"Huh?"

"You're here Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?" obviously, she already knew the answer.

"Yes."

"Ok, then I'll see you next Tuesday."

"Ok," I stammered, "do you want to know my name?"

"Not really?" she said with a smile, as she went back to work.

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Sapphic Summer

Its early summer and the air is fairly charged with a palpable energy. The stars peek out behind an endless ocean of clouds. A westerly breeze plays of young flesh. Johanna sits on the edge of a beautifully built pool with white lilies for scent floating about. The cool Bahaman breeze sends her blonde hair in a shimmering curtain that settles around her perky breasts. She is wearing a white bikini, underneath she has no tan lines. Earlier she sunbathed in the nude on the beach, her hair blossoming out from her head as it lay in her arms. The intense sun baking her delicate skin a healthy brown. She is beautiful, to say the least. Down her pointed chin and to the hollow of her neck, between the valley of her perfect breasts and down her flat stomach, and finally to the her smooth and freshly shaven mound. All of this was barely concealed and on display for an equally brazen cutie enjoying a Daiquiri in the Jacuzzi...

The night was young, and Johanna could feel that girl's intent gaze at her back like nails digging into her flesh. She played with her hair, slipping it over her shoulder and looking back at her. "If your gonna stare at me ill stare at you back" she mused. The girl in the Jacuzzi merely smiled and with one lacquered finger beckoned Johanna into the hot whirlpool. She smiled back, and made her way there, enticingly slow. As she stepped into the frothy warmth of the water she tilted her head quizzically, and displayed her best smile. "Hey babe, what's your name?" she inquired in a seemingly innocent voice. The girl had black hair, black like a ravens, a black so true that it shown blue when starlight strikes it. Her skin was supple and pale; to describe it would be folly. To say the least it was as alabaster, and shimmered in the moonlight. She was French, from her lovely accent. "My name is Jordan, do you care to join me?" her lips parted as she smiled and revealed a row of perfectly straight teeth. Johanna slipped the rest of the way in until the warm water caressed the very lower swell of her breasts...

Jordan seemed utterly relaxed, holding her glass of daiquiri. "So what brings you to the Bahamas?" She asked. "Well," Johanna started to blush, partly from the heat but mostly from Jordan, she was ravishing. "I'm from Pennsylvania, in the States" she stammered, unable to meet her partner's gaze for some reason. Jordan merely smiled back at her shy partner. "Well isn't that charming?" she mused. "I'm from France, and am here vacationing with my parents. They're off somewhere on the resort no doubt. Who are you here with?"..."Oh myself..." Johanna managed to get out. She left the last word trail off her tongue, laced with hidden meaning. At last she took in her partners gaze for the first time. Her eyes were the deepest blue green, that of the sea. She seemed to be at one with the swirling waters around her lithe form. "My my my, your a long way from home then honey" Jordan said sweetly. She then idlely swirled a finger in the water and smiled up at Johanna. "you know...in France we generally don't wear these when we swim" she took the straps of her bikini top in her hands and gave them a snap. "such a...restrictive society you have here." Johanna could only sputter a positive response. She could feel herself moisten between her legs, and pressed her thighs tightly together for some relief.

Jordan was indeed beautiful, and a night with her would be amazing. She is French after all. "yes, I guess we do. But that doesn't mean that I haven't done my fare share of skinny dipping!" they both laughed at that, and Johanna could sense Jordan was thinking, calculating. "In here, it would be just like taking a bath" she said innocently. Jordan looked at her then. Her eyes shone, and her gaze went through Johanna like a spear, pinning her breath in her breast. "Well then I'm sure you don't mind" Jordan smiled sweetly, and her hands raised to unclasp her bikini top. "oh, um, of course not" Johanna wasn't ready for this, even though she had already fantasized about how Jordan would look unclothed. And now she was, sitting before her in her youthful glory. Beads of water stuck to her skin, and her fair hair draped over her shoulders, Jordan sat, with a little smile on her face. Her breasts were delicious, alabaster in complexion like the rest of her. Her areola were the size of silver dollars and her perky nipples stood out from them as if to lead the way into the night.

They pointed at Johanna, who could only stare with her mouth slightly open. Now Johanna as genuinely turned on, and if it wasn't for the water that swirled around her, Jordan would have surely seen Johanna's hand creep unconsciously toward her pussy. It came to rest on her thigh though. "you like them?" Jordan asked laughingly, taking in Johanna's intent stare This made Johanna flush, with realization that she had completely forgotten herself, in the vision of this stunning nymph's bare chest. Jordan saw how her partner flushed, and smiled serenly. I think she wants me, she thought. And with that Jordan's hands wandered toward her breasts and gave them a squeeze, sending currents of rippling lust through her body. She looked into Johanna's blue eyes as she pinched one of her own nipples, making it stand out even more, the point so hard it could cut diamond. Johanna was fairly panting now, and her pussy was dripping inside of her bikini bottom. "why dont you come over here" Jordan whispered, nodding to the vacant water just next to her. Johanna obeyed, tugged by an unseen leash to sit next to her topless partner.

Their thighs touched. "her skin is soo soft" Johanna thought to herself. Jordan smiled at her, "do you wanna touch them?" she asked innocently. Johanna could only nod, her eager hands rising to meet her delicious twin peaks Flesh met flesh and both girls sighed when Johanna's hands met Jordan's offered chest. She squeezed lightly and Jordan let slip a moan and put her head back, closing her eyes. Her hair slid off her shoulders and into the water as she did so, like a curtain of black. Letting herself go Johanna lowered her mouth to Jordan's exposed neck, and kissed her softly on her alabaster skin. Her tongue traced concentric circles upon her flesh, and her hands kneaded her breasts, until Jordan's fair skin blushed a rosy pink. "oooh" she moaned (hehe) Johanna then let go of her perky tits and cupped Jordan's face in both of her hands, staring deep into her blue-green eyes. "your so pretty" she breathed Jordan merely smiled, and opened her mouth for Johanna's hot wet tongue. They kissed until dizziness claimed them, their mouths pressed together in a sensuous embrace.

Jordan could feel Johanna's tongue flick across the back of her teeth, and she eagerly sucked it to the back of her mouth. Johanna moaned into her, and she playfully nipped at her lips. I'm gonna fuck you until you cry, thought Jordan. When at long last the kiss was broken, the girls smiled at each other, knowing without saying that they were gonna fuck. Johanna reached behind her back and untied her bikini, letting her perfect perky tits spill out. The girls pressed their tits together as they kissed again

This time it was Jordan who broke off the kiss, holding Johanna back by her shoulders. One deft hand reached around her back and gently pulled Johanna's head back by her hair. With her neck exposed Jordan feasted on her flesh, tasting the salty sweet complexion of Johanna's skin. Her soft mouth trailed lower and lower until it reached her bare chest. Johanna stifled a gasp as Jordan cupped one of her tits in her hands and captured her nipple in her mouth. She suckled on it like a newborn babe. At this , Johanna couldn't help but gasp and moan with pleasure. Alternating between breasts, Jordan feasted upon her. She dragged her teeth across Johanna's breast and gently bit her nipples. Johanna let out a shriek of delight as Jordan's teeth closed on her rock hard nipple. Both girls were fairly dripping, and the scent of wet pussy was in the air, despite the water that swirled around them. Jordan held Johanna against her with one hand, the other finding its way between Johanna's thighs. She gasped as Jordan pushed her hand under her bikini and past her bald mound.

Her fingers cupped her cunt, and rubbed her gently, feeling her warmth and wetness. Johanna's head was on Jordan's shoulder, fairly swooning under her caress. Her fingers gently parted the folds of her hot wet pussy like a flower. Sweet girl cum painted Jordan's fingers and Johanna felt herself reaching climax, powerful like the coming tide.... "I want you inside me baby" Johanna whispered. 'mmmm' Jordan replied, slipping her fingers slick with juices deeper into Johanna's hot love tunnel. She was so warm inside, and the juices kept flowing. Johanna could feel her climax coming, a large cresting wave about to break over her. Jordan had two fingers inside her, and they were pumping in and out slowly, lovingly. "Faster!...ohhh please..." she begged. Jordan complied, and fucked her pussy for all it was worth. She could feel her pussy spasming the fleeting moments before Johanna came. Suddenly, she lashed her head back and wailed in absolute release, her pussy coming and coming all over Jordan's hand. Johanna's head slumped back down and her eyes sparkled with tears of joy and release. Her face was serene, and she wore a wide smile on her face. When the last aftershocks of orgasm left her, Jordan took her fingers out of Johanna and licked them while she watched. "mmmmm you taste so sweet" Jordan drawled, smiling. "Wanna taste it?" Jordan asked sweetly. Johanna nodded and took Jordan's wet fingers in her mouth and tasted herself.

She loved the taste of her own girl cum, and lapped it all up. They kissed again, their hot wet tongues meeting. Johanna kissed her hard, and without restraint as if to say her thanks. "I wanna eat your pussy, Jordan" Johanna whispered. She then took her face in her hands and licked her from her chin to her nose. "that's what I'm gonna do to your cunt...ok baby?"...Jordan was alive with excitement, and stood up to sit on the edge of the hot tub. She slipped off her bikini bottom and spread her legs enticingly. Johanna's eyes instantly stared at Jordan's pussy, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Jordan's pussy was totally shaved, like Johanna's, and was a shade darker and rosier than the rest of her skin. Johanna could see her girl cum leaking out of her cunt, and smell the scent of strongly aroused girl. Johanna lowered her face slowly to Jordan's cunt, keeping her gaze all the while. With her fingers she parted her pussy lips and gave her a long, wet lick from her wet hole to the very tip of her clit. Jordan took a sharp intake of air and let it out in a low moan of pleasure. Johanna then pushed two of her slender fingers inside Jordan's molten pussy and fucked her. Jordan squirmed and writhed against the harsh concrete under her as Johanna added her mouth to the mix.

Johanna could taste Jordan's girl cum as it spilled profusely out of her pussy. It tastes like peaches, Johanna thought. She swirled her tongue over and over and around Jordan's hard little clit and sucked it between her lips. With Jordan's clit firmly in Johanna's mouth, and with two fingers buried in her cunt, she came, in hard waves that seemed never to end. Jordan screamed and shrieked loudly in both French and English as she spent herself wildly all over Johanna. Her juices squirted out of her and spattered all over Johanna's pretty face and fingers. Johanna stayed inside her, and kept pumping her fingers in and out until Jordan begged her to stop. "Oh please honey I'm going to die!" Jordan implored. Johanna smiled sweetly and came up to kiss Jordan. Their tongues met once again and Jordan could taste herself in Johanna's hot mouth. Taking her fingers out of Jordan's cunt and smiling, Johanna licked them clean. "mmm you taste like peaches baby." she said. "oh yeah baby?" Jordan captured Johanna's fingers and put them into her mouth, tasting her own sweet nectar. "mmm I wanna fuck you." She said in between fingers. Johanna nodded and produced a large white towel, which she spread out on the concrete. On this she lay down, with her legs spread wide with her knees up towards her breasts. Jordan smiled sweetly at her. She kissed Johanna's pussy and opened her pussy lips and sniffed them. "ooh you smell good" she drawled. "Fuck me! Please." Johanna gasped. Needing no more encouragement Jordan straddled Johanna's hips and brought her pussy down on Johanna's. Both girls gasped at the sudden contact. "oh that feels soooo good!" Jordan screamed.

She grinded her pussy into her lover's wet cunt and could feel their cum mixing together. Their hips bounced in rhythm as they fucked each other closer and closer to climax. Jordan's pussy was absolutely dripping, and she pressed her wetness into Johanna's molten pussy. Johanna gasped as her clit rubbed against Jordan's. She could feel herself start to cum and begged Jordan to fuck her harder. Jordan grabbed Johanna's hips and grinded into her harder, faster. "oh I'm going to cum! Ahhhhh!" Jordan felt herself go over the edge, and her pussy burst into Johanna's cunt. This set her off and she came right back into her lover's cunt, squirting her girl cum all over the both of them. After the orgasmic tide had ebbed away they peeled their pussy lips apart, smiling at their wetness clinging to each other's cunt. Jordan then captured Johanna's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips.

Her tongue slipped into her lover's mouth. Johanna broke off the kiss. "lets 69 ok?" Jordan nodded in excitement. They moved into position and the girls licked each other's pussy clean. After both of their pussies were licked clean the girls embraced. "oh you have to come visit me in Paris darling." Jordan said to her new lover. "Of course baby, I don't think I've gotten enough of your sweet French pussy!"

They both laughed and hugged each other, slipping back into the calming waters off the whirlpool. They shared one last, long lip-sucking kiss before putting their bikinis back on and heading back to the hotel, hand in hand.

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The Chiropractor

I recently fell from a ladder and had to see the chiropractor. My usual doctor was on vacation and I was treated by his substitute. It was a very attractive woman named Sheryl. She is a redhead, appeared to be no more than 25 and was very,very, sexy. She is about 5 feet tall with very nice breasts. They were easily larger than mine and very firm for their size. I'd guess about 36 D. Now I have been told a number of times I am easy on the eyes but compared to her I felt pretty plain Jane. I am only a 36 B but my nipples are about really big, about 1/2 inch around and 3/4 inches long and I am still pretty firm for a 42 year old.

It was really weird but just being in the room with her my nipples were hard and my pussy was feeling moist. I was looking forward to her touch. It was cool out so I had worn a rather thick sweater. But because it was a day off I had not not bothered with putting on a bra. Sheryl had me lie down on the table. She was trying to feel my spine but with the thick sweater on, she was having trouble. She walked over and closed the door then asked me if I would mind removing my sweater. I told her I did not mind however I would need help due to the pain. She had me stand and then told me to raise my hands up as far as I can over my head. She stood behind me and began pulling the sweater up. As she did her hands brushed my nipples. It seemed to me that they lingered there a little longer than needed, then off came the sweater.

I was about to lay down on the table again when Sheryl said she thought my jeans might be in the way since the pain was mostly in my lower back and that they looked quite tight. She said let me see if i can get my hands inside the waist- band. At this point I was quite beside myself with mixed feelings of nerves and arousel from her nipple contact. She stood in front of me and slid her right hand inside my waistband in the small of the back and cupped my left butt cheek. Sheryl reached around with her left hand and tried to push it inside my pants and found it to tight. Without thinking I reached down and unhooked the buttons and let her push my jeans down to the floor. I pushed my pumps off and stepped out of the jeans. Now I am standing there in nothing but a shear lime green G-String. I gasp when she places her other hand on my other cheek. She pulled me so close our hard nipples were touching and I felt her thigh between my legs. My shaved pussy was now drenched inside the tiny sheer G-String and my hard clit and pussy lips were visable through them.

I came to my senses and stepped away from her. I could see a wet spot on her mini skirt where my pussy touched her thigh. I ask if I should lie on the table ? Sheryl tells me to lie on my back so she can check my foot alignment. She grasps my feet and holding them by the heels, opens them wide then closes them. She does this three times. Each time my clit throbbed and my pussy only got wetter. Sheryl slides her hands up my left leg to my thigh. She is on my hip now. Her fingers are wrapped around my thigh. As she pushes on my hip her fingers rub against my pussy through my undies. I watch her as she pulls her hand away and brings it to her nose. Then to my total surprise she reaches down and slips her hand under my undies and dips two fingers into my pussy and slides them up through the slit them puts them into her mouth and sucks them clean. Then she does it again but this time she puts her fingers to my lips. She pushes them a little as I open my mouth and take her fingers into my mouth and suck on them. I am amazed at the sweet taste. She tells my to roll over on my tummy. I roll over. I am not sure why I am doing this, it is as if she has some strange power over me. I have just met her yet she has me nearly nude and I am letting her have her way with me. Stranger yet I have never even had a thought about being intimate with another woman. But at this moment I want to do anything this woman asks me to do.

I am lying on my tummy as she asked and I feel her running her hands up my legs. She pushes my legs apart and pulls her hand up to my crotch. I feel her moving her fingers up and down my slit. I feel as though I have gotten wetter. It seems odd but yet I want to let her do anything she wishes to me. She pulls the rear strap of my g-string aside and leans over from the side of the table runs her tongue from the top of my ass into my crease and stops on my asshole. It feels really good. Sheryl later told me this was called a rim job. I don't care what you call it except I want her to do it again and again. She continued her assult on my very sensative rosebud.

I was squirming around a lot and I know it must have been hard for her to keep her face buried in my ass. All of a sudden an orgasm hit me. What a surprise. My pussy hadn't even hardly been touched. It had to be one of the most intense things I have ever felt in all of my 42 years on this planet. I am equally surprised that this young beauty was attracted to an older woman such as myself. I looked over at her torso and now saw a wet spot in the middle of her mini skirt. I rolled over on my back and pulled her face down to mine and kissed her passionatly. I told her how good it had felt and that even my husband had never given me an orgasm like that. Now since the divorce it has been just me and my fingers.

Sheryl asks me to roll over on my back again. I do as asked and she crawls up on the table and straddles my body in a 69 position. I realize at this point that she is totally naked. I still don't know when she did it but I was not complaining as I gazed up at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was clean shaven except for a small closely trimmed patch of pubic hair about 1 1/2 inches tall shaped like an arrow pointing down to her pussy. I could feel her sliding her fingers into my still drenched cunt. I hear Sheryl say "I love a smoothly shaved cunt."I took the hint and putting my hands on her ass cheeks I pulled her hips down so I could have my first real taste of pussy in 42 years. When she covered my clit with her mouth I almost came instantly. I shoved my face into her pussy and did the same as her I latched onto her clit as I pushed three fingers easily into her hot wet pussy. I could feel her cunt muscles pulling my fingers further into her depths. She yells out to me "How many fingers do you have in me?" I pull my sloppy face from her cunt and answer "Three" Sheryl pushes back against my fingers and said "Put another one in" So I addded a fourth. I was pushing four fingers into her to my thumb. Wow, was she horny. I am not sure when but sometime along the way I must have closed my thumb because as I thrust my fingers back in I felt my whole hand go inside her. Boy did she scream and moan when that happened. I asked if she was alright and her response was "Fuck my cunt now you fucking slut !" What could I do after she said that but give her what she wanted. I pulled my hand out almost all the way then thrust in again. She had stopped eating my pussy but that was alright given the reactions I was getting from her I was close to cumming anyway. I fist fucked her for about more 5 minutes when she cried out she was cumming. Okay more like screamed it out. Right as she started to cum she shoved her fingers back into my cunt and I joined her in a mutual orgasm. She collapsed on top of me and we lay there until her assistant came into the room and reminded Sheryl she had one more patient that day. I noticed that she was also gorgeous. I found myself imagining what she would look like nude. Boy I think I just realised that I am in fact bisexual. Sheryl's assistant Sandra helped us get ourselves together. I noticed how nice she smelled also.

As I dressed to leave Sheryl asked how my pain was. I told her I had not felt it hurting for about an hour. Not that I was able to think about the displeasure of pain with all of the pleasure that was happening. She said to go ahead and make appointment for the following week. I said I thought that would be a good idea, in fact she might need some help from Sandra next week. I think I am going to be in a lot of pain!!

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Fringe Benefits

Marylyn Lincoln glanced up from the paper and glanced around the El car. Her gaze stopped when she saw the woman across the aisle. How had she missed this one getting on the train?

Internally chastising herself for not seeing this lovely young lady before, Marylyn spent the rest of her morning commute surreptitiously studying the other woman.

She had long, straight light brown hair that hung below her shoulders. It was cut shorter towards the front to just below her chin with short bangs, revealing a wide, smooth forehead. Her features were striking. She had large, brown eyes, a slender nose, and a mouth that just begged to be kissed.

Marylyn thought to herself that would be a lot of fun. But she was also aware that this girl was probably straight as hell and might not be the least bit interested in another woman.

Having come out of the closet when she was in college, Marylyn was well aware of how gays and lesbians were perceived by most people. Even in a relatively open-minded town like Chicago, with it's official gay neighborhood and it's annual parade.

'Well, it doesn't hurt to look or dream,' she thought. 'At least I can see where she gets off.'

Smiling at her unintentional entendre, Marylyn glanced at the girl across from her. The brunette looked up at that moment and smiled back at Marylyn.

Marylyn quickly glanced away in embarrassment, as her heart seemed to stop. The girl had a wonderfully radiant smile! A smile just about anyone would do just about anything to experience. The girl's whole face lit up and her straight, white teeth almost seemed to glow.

Sneaking a glance out of the corner of her eye, she saw the girl looking out the window of the train as they cruised through the West Side along the expressway median.

All too soon, the train went underground just before they entered the Loop. 'Now,' Marylyn decided, 'unless the girl works on the Northwest Side, she'll probably get off the train at one of the next few stops.'

As she had predicted, the girl stood and made her way towards an exit as the train approached the Jackson Street stop. Marylyn finally got a glimpse of the woman. She was dressed in comfortable khaki slacks with a medium-length dark brown leather jacket. As she noted the slightly strained white shirt beneath, she also noticed the jacket had fringe on the sleeves and across the back.

A suede jacket with fringe? Was she suddenly in Nashville? Had the Grand Ole Opry moved north? Who wore a fringed jacket in Chicago?

Then, remembering that smile, Marylyn decided the girl could wear whatever she wanted. As long as it came with that smile.

But again, she was also well aware of some people's deep-seeded feelings towards her. Especially people from the South. To some of the sons and daughters of Dixie, she had two strikes against her: she was gay and, maybe worse to them, she was black.

Having grown up in one of the more open-minded suburbs, Marylyn had only limited experience with prejudice. It wasn't until she went away to college that she really had any problems.

During Marylyn's sophomore year at school, she was interested in one of the girls on her floor. The object of her desire was a lovely blond cheerleader for the school's Division II football team.

One Saturday evening, after the football team won a big conference game that afternoon, Marylyn saw her in one of the many bars filled with celebrating students. She made her way across the room towards the girl. They ended up in a small, open space near the end of the bar.

The girl, Sherry, was pleasant, funny, and intelligent. She even seemed to pick up on many of the subtle hints Marylyn dropped regarding sex. Deciding to go for broke, Marylyn asked her if she'd like to go for a walk. Sherry agreed.

They strolled across the campus, ending up at a small pond near the football stadium. Sitting on a park bench, Marylyn draped her arm along the back of the seat and then down over Sherry's shoulder. They turned towards each other and their faces neared...

At that point, two men walked out of the bushes. One screamed, "Take your fucking hands off her! Fucking nigger dyke!"

"Not just one dyke, Joe. Looks like two fucking dykes!" the other said. "I know just what they need!"

Sherry screamed and Marylyn jumped up. "Get away from us!" she said in a calm, low voice. She stood lightly on her feet, her arms loose and extended away from her.

"Oh, the Karate Lez! Fucking black bitch! I'm gonna wax on & wax off on you, you fucking dyke! Think you can take on us? Well, you will. I like nigger pussy. It's so easy..."

"Not this one," Marylyn said.

The two advanced on her and she yelled as she kicked the nearest in the balls. He squealed and fell, clutching his crotch.

"Bitch!" the other one, Joe, snarled as he punched her in the face. It wasn't a hard punch but it distracted her enough for her attacker to grab her arm and throw her to the ground.

Silver glinted in the night as a switchblade appeared in his hand, "Gonna cut me some black pussy..."

Panicked, Marylyn grabbed the hand and held him off. But her strength wasn't enough to hold off the heavier man above her. She could only stare as the blade dropped lower and lower towards her face.

"Unnh! No! Don't... You sonuva..." Marylyn grunted as she tried to twist under her attacker.

"No, you don't. I gotta get you back for Jeff," he snarled. Marylyn could smell the booze on the man's breath.

She glanced over and saw Jeff in a fetal position on the ground moaning. She was amazed that she felt satisfaction from that with a razor-sharp knife less than an inch from her skin.

Marylyn steeled herself for the first prick of the knife when campus police came and grabbed her attacker. They had found Sherry running away from the pond and backtracked to find Marylyn in the proverbial knick of time.

After the initial hearing, she never saw Sherry again. Rumor had it that her ultra-conservative parents took her away from the evil influences of the liberal-minded college.

The two would-be rapists eventually ended up serving jail time. Jeff tried to sue Marylyn for kneeing him in the balls. That suit was thrown out of court.

For the remainder of her two and a half years in school, Marylyn attended, and later assisted, sessions at the student rape counseling center.

While working at the center helped her deal with the ever-present spectre of the assault, it didn't really help her address the unease and fear she felt at the blatant racial hatred her attackers exhibited. That was something she had to learn to deal with on her own over the next few years.

Before she realized it, the train came to a stop at the Washington stop. Marylyn shook her head trying to dismiss the dark memories. She managed to get off just as the doors started to close. Heading up to the street, she looked around the Daley Plaza, then chuckled when she realized she wouldn't see the smiling beauty. Even if she climbed the giant Picasso in the middle of the plaza.

The rest of the day, she found herself thinking of the young lady and having to force herself back to concentrating on her work. The buckskin jacket, as she thought of it, was bothering her, for some reason.

'She might just be a fan of country music,' she mused several times that day. 'Even if the girl is from the South, that doesn't mean she'd be a bigot.' This always brought her to the point where she chuckled out loud in her cubicle as the next thought inevitably arose, 'Hell, I'm putting the cart before the horse is out of the barn. I don't even know if she's straight, gay, or even bi...' Then she would laugh again at her rural metaphors.

While confident that everyone was bisexual to some extent, Marylyn realized that, if it were true, many choose to ignore or restrain that part of themselves.

Finally, the work day ended and Marylyn joined the hundreds of others leaving work at that time, crowding the bus stops, El stations, and subway platforms. As was often the case at the end of the day, she had to stand when she boarded the train.

When the train pulled up at the Jackson platform, she scanned the crowds for the girl she had seen earlier in the day. She was not surprised when she saw no sign of the young beauty. The surprise would've been seeing her in this one car out of all the Els running during rush hour.

Getting off the train in Oak Park, Marylyn stopped at a small grocery store and picked up some odds and ends she needed before walking on to her apartment.

She tossed her mail on the coffee table, saw no messages on her machine, and turned on the television. At least she was home in time to catch "Buffy, the Vampire Slayer", even if it was a rerun.

As she watched, her mind kept turning back to the girl on the train. Was she from the South? Would she care that Marylyn was black? Presuming she'd be interested at all.

The next morning, Marylyn stopped at a little coffee shop before proceeding to the train platform. As she stood there among dozens of other commuters, she scanned the crowd. No sign of Wrangler Jane, as she had begun calling the girl she had seen just once the day before.

As the El pulled up and she got on, she gazed around the car but saw no one. 'Damn,' she thought. She had come to recognize, if not know, many of the people she rode with everyday. But she had taken the train enough to know that there were thousands of people she might see only once or twice and then never again. And it was beginning to look like Wrangler Jane was one of those.

The rest of that day passed quickly. Marylyn had a large project she was putting together and it took most of her time. Almost before she was aware of it, it was time to head home.

Like the day before, she watched for Wrangler Jane as the subway headed south then west away from the Loop. And, like the day before, she saw no sign of the lovely 'cowgirl' on board.

Unfortunately for Marylyn, this situation remained unchanged for the next two days. By the time she got off the train on Friday, she was certain she'd never see Wrangler again.

Arriving at her apartment, she found a note taped to her door from her next-door neighbors. Steve and Allison Conrad were going out to dinner at one of the better Mexican places in town and wanted to know if she was interested.

Marylyn smiled, this might be just what she needed. She went to knock on their door. Steve, a handsome man in his mid-thirties answered.

"Hey, Mar! Got our note. Wanna join us? Margaritas!!!"

Laughing, Marylyn said, "I'd love to. Give me ten minutes?"

"Take twenty. That's at least how long it'll take Allie to get ready."

They both smiled at the shouted "Hey!" from the bedroom.

"Hi Allison!" Marylyn called before going back to her place to change into jeans and a comfortable shirt.

After splashing water on her face, she grabbed a brush and ran it through her hair. It took some work but she liked how it looked styled to hang around her shoulders with a gentle curl. While she liked the more natural tight curls on most black women, she thought the time and trouble to get hers styled was worth it. But what about...?

She stared at the pretty reflection and said, "Get over it, girl! There are plenty more cowgirls out there."

Later, as the three were sipping margaritas and munching on the complimentary chips and salsa, Steve told them about an incident on the floor of the Board of Trade where he worked. Fortunately for the ladies, Steve was able to take the most boring story and make it hilariously funny.

"Steve, that has got to be the stupidest story you ever told us," Allison said.

"Yeah? Well you laughed!" Steve responded.

"Just being polite, dear," Allison patted his hand.

Marylyn saw the gesture and smiled. If they could make their marriage work, maybe she had a shot at something wonderful too.

Steve happened to be white and his wife was African-American. They were the perfect mixed marriage as far as Marylyn was concerned. Both loved and respected the other.

And they were a lot of fun to be with.

"I saw a goddess the other day," Marylyn said. At her friends' urging, she told them about Wrangler Jane. They were both sympathetic when she told them she hadn't seen the girl since that one time.

While the waiter came with their food, Allison said, "Don't worry, Marylyn. If it was meant to be, you'll see her again."

"Yeah, I guess so..."

The three of them proceeded to devour the food spread before them. As Marylyn took a bite of her second fajita, she froze staring straight ahead.

"Mar, what is it?" Steve asked as he turned to look towards the door. "Is that her? She's a knockout!"

Allison slapped her husband lightly on the arm but had to agree. "She is a beauty, Mar. If I wasn't straight, I'd be all over her myself."

"That I'd pay money to see," Steve said, only half joking.

"I guess I..." Marylyn was at a loss for words. That situation worsened when the girl in the fringed jacket glanced over, smiled and nodded at Marylyn. Marylyn was so surprised that she could only stare at the young woman.

"Marylyn? Marylyn!" Steve said.

"Whu...?"

"You still with us, sweetie?" Allison asked.

"Why don't you go over and say hello?" Steve suggested.

"I couldn't. Not now. I just looked like a complete idiot. She must think I'm a head case," Marylyn moaned. "Anyway, she's with someone."

The girl that haunted Marylyn's thoughts was indeed dining with a companion. A female companion. A point Steve wasn't going to ignore.

"Hey, at least she's with a woman. There may be hope..."

"Yeah, right!" Marylyn snorted. "She's probably a coworker or something."

"Marylyn, what's with you? You've never been this way before when we've been out," Allison said.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because she's so... I don't know." Marylyn sighed dramatically, "I'm so pathetic."

Steve snorted a laugh, "Yeah, you are."

"Steve!" Allison said to her husband before turning to their friend, "Mar, just act the way you did when you met Laura. She was gorgeous too. But you managed to win her over."

Marylyn had met Laura Cornell, a high school English teacher, a little over a year before. She was out with the friends she was with tonight. They were in a bar in nearby Elmwood Park when Marylyn saw the pretty woman come in. She struck up a conversation and found that the pretty blonde was alone and interested.

They spent the next six months in a torrid love affair. It was the greatest relationship of her life. The only reason it ended was Laura's transfer to a prestigious private school in Ohio. Laura couldn't pass up the opportunity just as Marylyn couldn't give up her career.

They had stayed in touch but they both realized the affair was essentially over. But while it lasted...

"I was drunk when I met Laura. You know, liquid courage?" Marylyn said. "And anyway, she wasn't with someone."

"You're nervous! That's so cute," Allison laughed.

"Yeah, you're a chicken!" Steve said.

"I am not! Just not... What if they're an item?"

"An item? Who says that anymore?"

"Steve..." Allison said warningly.

"Well, there goes your chance out the door," Steve observed. "Guess they didn't want to wait for a table."

Marylyn looked sadly towards the front as the object of her obsession slipped through the small crowd at the entrance and out into the early evening. "Damn!" she muttered to herself.

After they finished dinner, the threesome left the restaurant. The Conrads were determined that Marylyn would enjoy herself. Marylyn, for her part, tried to enjoy herself too. And, as the evening went on, she did.

Much later, the three of them returned to their apartment building giggling, although Steve would deny he ever giggled. As they entered the foyer, Allison shushed them both, saying, "It's really late. Quiet."

"It's not late," Marylyn argued, glancing at her watch. "It's only..." She squinted to focus and said, "It's only 2 AM."

Steve grunted, "Yeah, well I've been up since 5 so I'm going..." He gestured up towards their apartment and headed up the stairs, stumbling on the first two. This caused both women to renew their giggling as they followed him upstairs.

Marylyn woke up and stared groggily at her alarm clock. It was almost noon.

She lay there for a few minutes then crawled into the bathroom. Gulping some aspirin, she then turned on the shower. When the water was warm and to her liking, she stepped in.

After washing herself, she stood under the warm spray and let the water run down her dark skin. As her headache disappeared, she felt herself becoming aroused.

'Why am I always so excitable when I'm hung over?' she mused with a quiet chuckle. 'Ah well, may as well take care of it...'

Marylyn's left hand played over her already erect nipples, first her left breast then her right. The right hand slid down her flat, smooth stomach and combed through the short, curly hair between her legs.

Closing her eyes, she felt wetness between her legs that had nothing to do with the shower. As her finger tips played lightly with her outer labia, she sighed quietly. It wouldn't take much to get her off today.

Her strokes across her hard nipples and her swollen nether lips strengthened. Ripples of pleasure slowly grew to waves that course through her body. As those waves grew in strength, Marylyn relinquished her hold on her nipple and slid the fingers of her left hand into her hot wetness while she began to flick her clitoris with the fingers of her right hand.

Throwing back her head, she cried out as her orgasm flowed through her. Falling back against the tiled wall of the shower, her fingers slid out of her as the young woman's whole body went limp.

Taking a deep shuddering breath, Marylyn opened her eyes. She was sitting in the tub where she had slowly slumped after making herself cum. The smell of sex was weak and dissipating as the shower continued to flow but she could detect her own aroma and smiled.

"God, I've got to get laid!" she declared aloud.

Marylyn reflected on this statement as she used the shower for it's more traditional purpose. She did miss sex but she never really enjoyed one-night stands. She had only a few of those under her belt but they were not memorable. Not like her times with Laura or Jessie, her roommate and lover her last two years at school. Or even Binnie, the big mistake she had made when she was out of school and on her own.

These, even the weird relationship with Binnie, had love a huge factor in the sex. Marylyn knew she would be considered a little old-fashioned but she didn't really care for sex unless she cared for the girl she had it with.

Wearing only a terry-cloth robe that hung to her knees, she sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Not much on that interested her. She settled for Andy Griffith reruns that Channel Nine almost always showed before Cubs games. Without knowing, she dozed off.

Two hours later, she woke up to someone knocking on her door. As she groggily got up from the couch, she noticed the Cubs were losing. 'Typical,' Marylyn thought.

At the door stood Steve, looking about the way Marylyn felt when she woke up several hours earlier. "Hey, Steve. What's up?"

"Uh, do you have any aspirin? My head aches like you wouldn't believe!"

"Yeah sure. Come on in. Have a seat."

A few moments later, Marylyn returned to the living room to find Steve shaking his head at the game on TV. "How many do you need?" Marylyn asked.

"Goddamn Cubs," Steve growled. "Uh, I guess 4 or 5 if you don't mind." Seeing the look on Marylyn's face, he quickly added, "Some are for Allison."

"Here, take the bottle & bring it back later. What are you two up to tonight?"

Taking the proffered bottle, Steve replied, "Nothing. Maybe something from Blockbuster and a pizza."

"I didn't think you drank that much..."

"I did a couple of shots at the bar with the guys while you two were playing pool." Steve chuckled and said, "You both have fans."

"Fans?"

"Yeah, the guys were definitely admiring the jeans you were both wearing," Steve said with a smile.

"Pig!" Marylyn jokingly said, lightly slapping his arm for emphasis.

"Can I ask you something? I've been wondering for a while but..."

When Steve hesitated, Marylyn said, "Ye-es?"

"Well, it's just that... Have you ever looked at Allison as more than a friend?"

'Here we go. The threesome proposition. I always thought Steve was better than that,' Marylyn sighed to herself. Aloud, she said, "Not since we were in college. And no, nothing happened. We met in class, I thought she was hot, but she was straight and we became best friends."

"Good."

"Good? I thought..."

"You thought I was going to suggest something? No, I love her too much to share. Even with you. I guess...when I'm hung over I usually feel depressed and inadequate. I'm sorry I even asked." Steve stood and headed for the door.

Marylyn pulled his shoulder and hugged him. "She loves you too. You have nothing to worry about."

"Thanks. Sorry."

"And don't apologize. Anyway, my tastes usually run towards white meat..." Marylyn laughed. Steve laughed with her, feeling better.

"If you wanna come over later..."

"Thanks Steve. Maybe I will."

After Steve left, Marylyn spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the apartment. The nap she took had helped clear out the vestiges of the night before.

Finally she looked around and said, "Well, at least it's better than before... I need another shower."

An hour later, she was pulling on a tight, white t-shirt with a sparkily 'GRRL POWER' iron-on in the newly traditional rainbow spectrum across the chest. She normally wasn't so obvious about her sexuality but something told her to pull that shirt on. And anyway, the tightness accentuated her bosom and the bright white material nicely contrasted with her dark skin.

A pair of tight jeans were added to her ensemble. As she finished pulling them on, she shook her head in bemusement. She finally admitted to herself that she wasn't going to watch movies with Steve and Allison tonight, she was too restless.

She grabbed her short, well-worn, black leather jacket, and left her apartment, stopping by her friends' place. After accepting two slices of pizza and spending about half an hour with them, she left to see what trouble she could get into.

Marylyn headed for a nearby area known for the proximity of several bars and pubs along the street. She stopped at a sports bar but didn't feel like dealing with the apparent frat reunion that took up half the room. Heading across the street, she went into another popular watering hole.

She walked up to the bar and nodded to some casual acquaintances. As she sipped her beer, she scanned the small crowd and froze. SHE was here! Wrangler Jane was across the bar from her and apparently alone.

Wrangler looked up and smiled at Marylyn, causing the young woman's heart to skip a beat. Somehow, Marylyn managed to wave halfheartedly, staring at the girl the whole time.

The girl, wearing her trademark suede jacket with the fringe, came around the bar. "May I join you?"

Marylyn nodded, took a swallow of her beer, and finally said, "Please do." She set the bottle down, wiped the condensation off her hands and held out her right hand, "I'm Marylyn."

Taking the slim hand in hers with a firm grip, the other woman shook hands and said, "Hi. I'm Stephanie. Pleased to meetcha."

Marylyn smiled, she did detect the barest trace of a southern accent in the girl's voice. "You're not from around here, are you?" she asked.

Stephanie chuckled and shook her head. "I thought I had that accent thing licked. But to answer your question, no, I'm not from around here. I was born and raised outside Memphis in Germantown, Tennessee. You?"

"Yeah, born & bred in greater Chicagoland," Marylyn replied.

"Really? Must've been great. I love it up here. I moved to the area about three months ago from home and haven't regretted it," Stephanie said. Then she added, "Well, I do miss my friends. So I'm glad I saw a friendly face. I was about to go to Blockbuster and rent something for the night."

"Friendly face? But we just met..." Marylyn said.

"Not exactly. I've seen you on the train quite a bit the past few weeks. You work downtown?"

"Yeah, at Marshall Field's. Advertising. Not really all that exciting but the discounts..." Marylyn rolled her eyes in mock ecstasy.

"Wow. Maybe it's a good thing I met you. I love to shop. And deals...?" Stephanie laughed.

Marylyn laughed along with her new friend. She felt much more at ease with every passing minute. However, while she did feel more relaxed with the beautiful girl, the attraction she had been feeling was growing as well. This could definitely be a problem.

"So, what about him?" Stephanie asked several beers later.

"Who? Mr. Scruffy there?" Marylyn replied. "Maybe after a bath and a shave..."

"So, you don't find anyone in here attractive," Stephanie declared.

'That's not true. Not by a long shot,' Marylyn mused.

When she didn't say anything, Stephanie finally asked, "Or is it just men that don't attract you?"

Startled by the starkly stated question, Marylyn stared straight ahead. She was afraid to look at her new friend. But she was equally afraid that she was missing something, something important.

"Well?" Stephanie asked, gently pushing her elbow against the black girl's arm.

"I...that is..."

"Hey, it's okay. I kinda thought so when I finally saw what your shirt said. A girl I work with has one. She bought it on Halsted Street. And yes, she is a lesbian," Stephanie explained. "And no, it doesn't bother me. To each his, or her, own."

Marylyn finally looked over at her new friend. She saw friendship, understanding, and concern there. What she didn't see though, was interest.

"To quote a classic, this could be the start of a beautiful friendship," Marylyn said. They both laughed easily.

"So, what's up with the fringe?" Marylyn asked as they left the bar.

"You asked that earlier. What? You afraid of a little fringe?" Stephanie laughed.

"Yeah, 'Fear of Fringe'. Great idea for a book. I could be the Erica Jong of the... What are we in now? The zeroes?"

"Just say the early 21st century," Stephanie responded. "I don't think the title has the zing you need for a bestseller."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

That night, Marylyn lay alone in her bed thinking about what had happened. She was surprised to find out that she didn't hurt as bad as she would've thought. Maybe there was something to the old saying about age and wisdom, the twenty-something girl reflected.

Over the next several weeks, Marylyn and Stephanie spent a lot of free time together. They often met for lunch downtown and hit the summer festivals around the area on the weekends. Steve and Allison readily accepted her into their little group and the four of them got along famously. Soon, Stephanie felt like she'd always been part of this tight-knit group. Marylyn even met her 'competition' from the Mexican restaurant, a coworker of Stephanie's.

In August, talk turned from the Cubs dismal chances to football. Allison was appalled that their new friend was as avid a football fan as her husband and her best friend. "I'm even more outnumbered," she lamented.

One night, the four of them were in one of the larger sports bars in Oak Park. There were three pre-season games on the monitors above the central bar. Steve and Marylyn were watching the Bears and moaning the fact that they were playing so far south in Champaign while the stadium was being rebuilt.

"Sucks. If we want to go any home games, we have to drive three hours south! No CTA, no Metra trains," Steve groaned.

"There's Amtrak," Marylyn offered.

Allison jumped in, "You have been to a grand total of one, count'em, one game in the past two years! I don't see what the big deal is..."

"But why Champaign? Why not Evanston?"

But rather than get mixed up in that conversation yet again, Marylyn turned to her companion, "So, how're the Titans doing?"

"Shitty."

Marylyn smiled. Whenever Steph swore, her accent became more noticeable. It added a sweet touch to her speech.

"Don't you be laughin' at my accent, goddamnit! I'll bring up your phobia..."

"I'm not afraid of fringe! And I wasn't making fun of your accent. I think it's adorable," Marylyn said. What she didn't say was 'as cute as you are.' Even after all this time as friends, she was acutely aware of how attracted she was to the young southerner.

"So what are you going to do about next Saturday?" Steve asked.

Welcoming the distracting interruption, Marylyn answered, "I guess I'm going stag. I can't think of any way to get out of it."

"Out of what?" Steph asked.

"Marylyn has a wedding to go to next weekend," Allison explained. "Since she's not seeing anyone, she has taken Steve as her 'date' to a couple of these. But..."

"You two have your weekend up in Lake Geneva," Stephanie finished. Turning to Marylyn, she asked, "So why do you have to go? You can just send a gift later."

"No, Janice was the first person at Field's to accept me when I started. That made things so much easier. She's like my best friend there at work. I really have to go," Marylyn said.

After a quiet moment, Stephanie said, "I'll go with you."

"You want to go?"

"Sure. Why not? There are always single guys and gals at weddings. Maybe we'll both get lucky," Stephanie said with a wide smile. "And it's not like we're going on a date. It's just a big dress-up party."

"Yeah, okay. It'll be fun," Marylyn said, only half believing it herself. To herself, she said, 'Not a date... Single guys... Damn!'

The week passed quickly. Thursday, Steve and Allison left for Wisconsin directly from work. Marylyn and Stephanie met to take the train back as they had been for the past few months.

Stephanie seemed unduly eager for Saturday to arrive. Marylyn looked forward to it but another part of her dreaded it. What if Steph did meet some guy? Even though she and the southern girl were just friends, seeing that would hurt. And she really didn't want anymore pain in her life.

Finally, Saturday arrived. Marylyn looked at herself in the full-length mirror and was not impressed. She was, however, her harshest critic. Where she saw nothing special, others saw a vision. Today was no exception.

She had put on one of her better dresses, a white mid-length with bare shoulders, a plunging neckline and an even deeper plunging back. It provided a splendid contrast to her dark skin.

She had her hair loosely curled and it framed her face nicely. Some light touches of makeup and she was ready to pick up Stephanie.

She drove the few blocks to Steph's and went to the door. Stephanie answered when she rang the bell and gasped at the beauty waiting for her. "God, Mar, you're stunning!"

Marylyn looked down in embarrassment but not before she saw how lovely Stephanie looked. She had a dark skirt that hung to mid-shin but was slit up the right side practically to her hips. She had on a light blue, long-sleeved blouse that showed a lovely hint of cleavage. Her dark hair was pinned up, exposing her slender neck. As with her friend, the woman had only a hint of makeup, primarily lipstick.

Marylyn, after drinking in the sight of the southern beauty, managed to say, "You are gorgeous."

"Thank you. Shall we go?"

Marylyn led the way to her car and they set off for the church. Once there, they milled around outside the building with some of Marylyn's coworkers. The interior of the old structure had horrible air-conditioning and it was cooler in the shade of one of the old trees.

"So, this your new girlfriend?" or a variation was the most common question from her friends. She took pains to point out that Stephanie was there as a friend only. But she did like the fact that all of them were accepting of her lifestyle.

The ceremony in the church was mercifully brief. After the new tradition of blowing bubbles at the bride and groom as they left the church, there was a break of almost three hours before the reception. The Elks Hall was only a few blocks away so it would take no time to reach it.

To fill the gap, Marylyn suggested they all head to a nearby Irish pub. Her 'date' and her coworkers agreed. It had to be cooler than outside.

They spent almost an hour and a half at the Irish Corner before heading to the reception. In that time. Stephanie had proven her worth at steel-tipped darts with several of the Field's folks. Marylyn, who much preferred pool, simply watched, enjoying the way the woman moved as she threw. 'No law says I can't look,' she rationalized.

All of them ended up at the same large, round table in the reception. One of Marylyn's coworkers commented happily that they were at least close to the bar.

The dinner was better than most wedding dinners. The bride's family had gone all out and served shrimp cocktail appetizers and either steak or broasted chicken for the entree.

After the tables were finally cleared and the DJ started playing music for dancing, Marylyn sat back and said to Stephanie, "Are you enjoying yourself? We can always leave if..."

Steph interrupted, "I'm having a lot of fun. Your coworkers are a blast! If you want to go though, that's okay with me."

"No, just wanted to make sure you weren't bored or anything."

"Not at all. Wanna dance?" Steph asked brightly.

"D-dance? Us?" Marylyn stammered.

"Sure. Why not? I've been to a lot of these things where I ended up dancing with one of my friends because my date had two left feet. C'mon..." Stephanie stood and took Marylyn's hand, pulling her up and over to the dance floor.

The DJ was playing a fast song and both women soon were dancing and enjoying themselves. The next song was also a fast dance tune so they stayed out on the floor.

After this, the music slowed to an old slow-dance number. Marylyn started to move off the dance floor when Steph stopped her and pulled her close. Placing her arms over Marylyn's shoulders and around her neck, Stephanie started to lead them in a slow, close dance.

Marylyn, clearly surprised by her friend's actions, tentatively placed her hands on either side of the girl's waist. As the song went on, her hands slid around to Stephanie's back. The distance between the two women closed as well. Soon, they were pressed together as they swayed to the music.

Stephanie sighed and rested her head on Marylyn's shoulder. Her hands had slid down to Marylyn's lower back, just above her ass. Marylyn could smell her friend's perfume. And something else?

All too soon, the music stopped. Stephanie quickly stood back and Marylyn felt another pang of loss.

They turned towards their table when the DJ announced it was time for the bouquet toss. Marylyn and Stephanie stayed on the floor with the other single women.

As the bride tossed the bouquet, many of the women squealed and tried to grab the bundled flowers. It got bounced by a grasping hand and ended up in Steph's hand. Her face reflected her surprise at the catch.

"Guess you'll be getting hitched soon," Marylyn joked.

"Yeah, like I'm seein' someone," Stephanie said as they returned to their table.

"What? No prospects? Even here?"

"Are you nuts? Here? Frat Central?"

Both girls laughed. "Yeah, if I was straight, I'd have a hard time finding anyone here."

"What about the girls?" Steph asked.

Marylyn looked away, "I...there's... No."

"Hey, you wanna get outta here and grab a drink somewhere else?" Stephanie said, changing the subject.

Still not looking at her friend, she agreed, "Yeah. Let's get outta here."

They agreed that neither one of them wanted to go to a bar or tavern. They headed back to Stephanie's apartment.

"Would you like to come up for a glass of wine?" Stephanie offered as they pulled up in front of her building.

Marylyn agreed and they went up. Stephanie lived in one of the few tall apartment buildings in Oak Park. With a large picture window opposite the door, she had a view to the east towards the city. The towers in and around the Loop were all lit. It almost looked like a dream.

A dream that vanished as Stephanie turned on the lights.

"Wow. That's a hell of a view," Marylyn said.

"That's right, you've never been here before," Stephanie said. "Want the tour?"

Showing the one-bedroom apartment was a quick task and soon the two friends were sitting on the couch, looking out the window towards the city.

"Let me turn the lights down," Steph said. "The view is much better."

As they sat in the dim light, Stephanie looked at her friend. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"When you... At the reception, you hesitated when I asked you if you saw anyone interesting. Who was it?"

"No...no one."

"Liar," Stephanie said good-naturedly. "You can tell me."

"Why is it so important?" Marylyn asked, not bothering with denials anymore.

Now it was Stephanie's turn to feel uneasy, "I was... I guess I was... Was it me?"

"I..." Marylyn took a gulp of her wine, "Yes. I am attracted to you. I have been since I first saw you on the El months ago. But I know you're not... And your friendship means too much to..."

"Well, friends are supposed to talk. And how do you know that I...well, that I wasn't interested?" Stephanie asked in a quiet voice.

"Please don't..." Marylyn replied in a sad voice.

"I'm serious, Mar. How do you know if you don't ask?"

"Are...are you interested?" Marylyn's voice was practically a whisper.

"Before I met you, I would've said no. Not a chance. But...I like you. A lot. I've had more fun with you than anyone else in a long, long time. After tonight..."

"Why tonight?"

"When we danced? Slow danced? I felt so right in your arms. So safe. So loved. I didn't want the song to end.

"I still don't."

Stephanie turned and caressed Marylyn's face then leaned in and kissed her. Their soft lips moved gently together for a moment before Steph sat back.

"Wow. I...liked that."

"So did I," Marylyn agreed.

"Good." Stephanie leaned towards Marylyn again. She leaned in as well, and they kissed again.

This time, Marylyn opened her lips and traced Stephanie's lips with the tip of her tongue. The soft lips quivered then parted and Marylyn slipped into Stephanie's mouth.

Stephanie's tongue lightly touched Marylyn's then darted back before reaching and caressing the supple invader.

They stayed that way for several long moments, their tongues sliding in and out of each other's mouths. It was one of the most passionate kisses either woman had experienced.

"Oh my God!" Stephanie whispered. "That was..."

Marylyn could only stare into her friend's eyes. Did she see desire there? Or fear?

"Marylyn, I...I'm not sure what to do but I want..."

"Stephanie, you don't have to do anything. We don't. We can just forget this ever happened," Marylyn quickly said.

"No, that's not it. I don't want to forget. I don't want it to end. I just don't know what to...do."

Marylyn sat and stared. She did? She wanted Marylyn?

Stephanie took one of Marylyn's hands and whispered, "Please. Show me what to do. Make love to me." She turned the hand, exposing the paler flesh of the palm and pressed her lips there.

"Here?" Marylyn asked, her voice hoarse with lust and desire.

"Please." She squeezed the hand she had just kissed.

Marylyn leaned in and kissed Stephanie, her free hand sliding along the soft skin of the southern girl's neck then up into her hair. Pulling the pins free, she let Stephanie's dark hair fall in a silky wave.

Slowly, Marylyn slid the bottom of Steph's blouse out of her skirt before undoing the buttons, exposing the pale flesh.

Sliding the blouse off her shoulders, Marylyn unclasped the woman's bra and then gently cupped Stephanie's breasts; her dark skin an erotic contrast to the pale rounded flesh.

Marylyn thrilled to the feel of Stephanie's hard nipples poking into her palms and slowly moved her hands to pinch and stroke the nipples with her fingers.

Still kissing Stephanie, she finally, reluctantly pulled away from her mouth and began to kiss and suck the pale skin of her throat, moving down to the soft swell of the woman's breasts.

Her tongue traced the dark circles capping Steph's breasts without touching the nipples at their centers.

Marylyn ran her tongue in a small spiral until she reached and began to play with one of Stephanie's nipples. A gasping sigh was her reward.

After thoroughly bathing that nub with her tongue, she turned her attention to the other breast and repeated her slow, teasing play.

Stephanie leaned down and kissed the top of Marylyn' head, "Thank you... I..."

Marylyn raised her eyes and saw tears in Stephanie's. She quickly took the girl in her arms. "What's wrong?"

"This... I feel so good... No one has made me feel like this in a long time."

"So, you want me to go on?"

"Oh God, yes!"

"Okay, stand up Stephanie. I want you naked."

The young brunette quickly stood and pushed her skirt, pantyhose and panties off. She stood and turned quickly before her new lover. A little nervously, she asked, "You like what you see?"

"Yes! Very much." Marylyn then laughed, "I wanted to strip you."

"Next time," Stephanie promised.

Marylyn stood and took the naked woman in her arms and kissed her. Stephanie giggled into the kiss.

"What's so funny?" Marylyn demanded.

"I was just thinking how silly and how hot it must look - you still dressed and me naked."

"Well, we'll just have to correct that. Sit down," Marylyn said, gently nudging the beautiful nude down onto the cushions. Then she slowly peeled off her dress, revealing her high, firm breasts. Standing in her panties and shoes, she turned and looked over her shoulder, asking, "Like what you see?"

"You are so beautiful," Stephanie breathed, as Marylyn kicked off her shoes and tugged down her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed triangle.

Marylyn turned and knelt in front of the other woman. First kissing Steph softly, Marylyn again began to kiss her way down the quivering body. Only briefly stopping at the pert breasts, she moved down further to the heart of the matter.

She gazed at the dark furry triangle and the glistening lips beneath. "So beautiful..."

Marylyn leaned closer and blew a stream of air into Stephanie's vagina. The seated woman sighed loudly at the cool air moving over her hot flesh.

Soon the sighs turned to moans as Marylyn began to lick the hot, soft flesh. She slipped her tongue deeply into Stephanie then pulled out and traced her inner and outer lips, exploring every crevice, every nook and cranny.

She nibbled on the puffy lips, tracing the edge caught between her teeth with her tongue, and tugging on it gently. Then she repeated this with the other swollen lip. Every touch of her mouth brought a sigh or a moan to Stephanie's lips.

As the girl's pussy was explored, her dewy cum built up. Marylyn slipped first one finger then a second into Steph's soft humid slit. Slowly she pumped her fingers in and out.

"Oh fuck me! Please fuck me! God! Marylyn! Please don't stop. Make me cum!"

The black woman was happy to oblige. She suckled Steph's clitoris as she increased the pace of her fingers as they slid in and out of her thoroughly soaked pussy.

As she knew it would, the combined effects of her sucking on the little nubbin and her finger fucking brought the girl to her first lesbian orgasm. Stephanie cried out as she came. At that moment, her fluids gushed onto Marylyn's hand.

Marylyn sat back on her heels, licking her fingers clean as she waited for Stephanie to come back to her. Finally the pretty girl opened her eyes and looked at her lover.

"That was incredible," she whispered. "I don't know when..."

"I'm glad. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I'm so glad you enjoyed it too."

"How could I not?" Stephanie laughed. "You are incredible."

Marylyn sat next to her, their bare hips pressing together. She kissed Stephanie softly. Stephanie took the kiss to the next level, practically shoving her tongue into Marylyn's mouth. Not that Marylyn was going to complain.

"I want to... I don't know..." Stephanie looked pleadingly to Marylyn.

"What? That you won't be able to please me?" Stephanie nodded, her eyes sad. Marylyn put her finger under the girl's chin and lifted her head. "I am already so pleased that anything else is a bonus. Okay? You do what you want to. If you don't want to or aren't ready, that's okay. I'm just fine with that. Okay?"

"I want to. I really do. I just never thought I'd ever... I'm scared, Marylyn," Stephanie declared.

"I was to the first time. It's different. Different from anything else. Like the first time you had sex with a man. But it can be so soft and tender."

Seeing Marylyn's beautiful, encouraging smile, Stephanie smiled back, "Okay. I think... No, I know I'm ready."

She knelt in front of Marylyn, unconsciously adopting the same stance the black girl had. Leaning forward, she kissed one of her breasts, licking the nipple softly. She was thrilled when it grew hard under her tongue. Steph moved to the other breast and licked at that, thrilling again as the nipple at her touch.

After sucking on one then the other breast, she finally slid her fingers across Marylyn's nether lips. They were so warm and so wet!

"Ready or not, here I come," Stephanie said with a giggle.

'And here I come,' Marylyn thought.

Stephanie slowly peeled the pouty outer labia apart and stared in wonder as the pink flesh within. It was one of the most memorable moments in her life. Quickly followed by another as she finally moved her mouth up to the hot pinkness.

Placing a chaste kiss on Marylyn's pussy at first, she snaked her tongue out to taste, for the first time, another woman. The pungent, musky flavor was a surprise but she quickly overcame her initial repugnance and found it was a flavor she could easily develop a taste for.

Marylyn knew that the girl wouldn't be very adept at what she was doing. It was her first time after all. But Stephanie's enthusiasm, once she got into it, more than made up for her lack of talent.

Stephanie thrust her tongue as deep into Marylyn as she could. She smiled as she French-kissed her best friend's pussy. Her lover's pussy, she corrected herself. She only hoped, as she tongued the hot slit, that she could please the woman.

Without even being aware of it, she brushed her nose against Marylyn's clitoris. Mar moaned loudly and Stephanie realized what she was doing seemed to be pleasing her new love.

While she continued to probe Marylyn's vagina with her tongue, she intentionally brushed her nose across the hard clit.

Marylyn grabbed the back of Stephanie's head and pushed her face into her crotch. This forced the southern girl's nose against Mar's clit and her tongue even deeper into her.

With a cry, Marylyn came. Her honey flowed over Steph's tongue and into her mouth. The novice swallowed as much as she could. she was definitely coming to like the taste.

Marylyn recovered with a shuddering sigh as Stephanie sat next to her. She kissed the brunette, tasting herself in Steph's mouth.

"Was I okay?" Stephanie asked when the kiss ended.

"Silly girl. I came didn't I? God, did I come!"

"Yes, it was...delicious," Steph decided.

They sat holding each other for a time in comfortable silence. Finally, Marylyn looked into Steph's eyes and asked, "So, now that you've tried it, is this a one-time thing?"

Looking into her eyes, Steph said, "No. I hope not. Do you want it to be?"

"No! No, I want... I lo..." Marylyn shook her head. "I loved what we did. And I'd love to do it again."

"And again," Stephanie agreed with a happy laugh. She caught Marylyn's unfinished pronouncement and, while she too felt the warm glow deep inside, she knew it was too soon, and this was too new to her, to say anything like that. Yet.

But, by the time their friends returned from Wisconsin, they were happily ready to tell them of the change in their relationship.

And by the next year, Marylyn and Stephanie were taking their own romantic weekend getaways, happy in their shared love.

And Marylyn's 'fear of fringe', that Stephanie had so often joked about, was laid to rest permanently.

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