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We were both nineteen, fresh and innocent, and away from home or any supervision by our parents or the strictures of boarding school for the first time in our lives. Rachel had been my best friend at home, but we’d gone to different boarding schools and only gotten to see each other at holidays and in the summertime. During those times we were as close as if we’d never been apart. We were inseparable and had come to be known as the terrible twosome, and now we’d fulfilled our pledge to attend college together. We were in the same sorority, most of the same classes, and shared everything. It’d been 3 months we’d shared the same room.

Sitting by our window in our room at the sorority house, I remembered these things and smiled feeling really good and happy. I was wrapped in my comforter from my bed, wearing a long cotton Victoria’s Secret nightshirt and chunky socks and daydreaming as I looked at Rachel sleeping. Her wavy, long blonde hair fanned over her pillow and draped around her neck and feathers of it grazed her cheek as she lay sleeping. Her beautiful lips all rosy were gently parted and the cool morning light made her pale skin almost shimmer. She always complained she had ducks lips and I always told her they were beautiful and seductive. They were lips like Michelle Pheiffer’s but fuller and a little wider. Once in our childhood, around the time we were 13 or so, we’d kissed. First it was more like practicing for the real thing with a boy, but the last time we kissed, we kissed each other and I remember the thrill and how it felt so soft and wonderful. I think we were both embarrassed and sadly now that I think of it, we had never kissed again.

Seeing Rachel as she lay sleeping, I remembered that kiss and the thrill it gave me and I wanted to kiss her again. I sat, my feet tucked under me, wrapped in my blanket tucked up under my chin for a long time. My desire to kiss Rachel again slowly rising to be the only thing I could think about, and the debate frustrated me as the need to kiss her filled me with a warm tingling as I imagined it. Finally my mind was made up. I’d just do it. I’d kneel beside her bed and lean over and kiss her on those sweet, warm lips as she slept. If she awoke as I was kissing her I could pull back and make an excuse that she’d looked so lovely sleeping there I’d had to kiss her out of pure sisterly love. Lame I know, but I marmaris escort was possessed with only the desire to kiss those wonderful lips once more. Still with my blanket wrapped around me, I knelt beside her bed and gazed at her lovely face for a long time. So many feelings were churning inside me now.

I remember like it was yesterday. Slowly I leaned in toward her, not even needing to lean on the bed as she was near the edge anyway, and I froze in a fearful moment of doubt just inches from her lips. I could feel her warmth on my face and the warm scent of her, we both used the same floral body wash, as I breathed it in. It was so exciting and a little scary. Our lips touched so lightly and then I pressed mine to hers and felt their firmness, warmth, and suppleness against mine. I closed my eyes and held the kiss and then pulled away slowly. I felt guilty, excited and stimulated all together. Rachel murmured something and her hand caught me behind the neck as her eyes came open.

“Nicole, don’t stop.” She said in a quiet whisper.

“Oh Rachel I’m sorry… I don’t know what I was thinking… I’m awful.” I stammered, confused and not quite getting what she’d said.

“Nicole, kiss me again, kiss me.” Rachel said, and she was almost cooing now.

I smiled at her and she smiled back. God she’s gorgeous I thought as I looked at her and slowly leaned closer. Rachel moved into our kiss this time. Our lips touched, we’d both licked them and they pressed and slid together. I felt Rachel’s lips part and felt her tongue press against my lips which parted without thinking. Rachel’s hand behind my neck pulled me against her mouth and held me there. Our mouths were open and it was so thrilling as her tongue glided all around mine and my tongue glided around hers. That kiss, oh that kiss was so amazing.

“Get in bed with me?” Rachel pleaded. “Please, it must be so uncomfortable there on your knees.”

“Oh Rachel, what are we doing?” I wondered aloud, as she moved back and lifted the covers for me. I crawled in with her anyway. “Rachel, Rachel, Rachel are you sure?” I whispered.

“Yes I’m sure Nicole” she said, “I’m sure I want you.”

Well we seemed to just fit together, we snuggled up face to face, one of my legs between hers and hers over mine and hooking me behind the knee she pulled it up high between her legs. Then she straightened it a bit marmaris escort bayan and reached down and slipped her hand over my thigh and pulled it right up and her hips rocked as she did. My body trembled with the excitement of it and my tummy was all fluttery as we gazed into each other’s eyes. Rachel reached up and stroked my cheek and smiled. She got a devilish gleam in her eyes and smiling broadly she began to rock her hips, rubbing herself on my thigh, and squeeze her legs together around my leg. Oh I was overwhelmed with so many feelings as we kissed for a long time and Rachel continued to rub herself on my thigh. I could feel her warm moistness now on my skin as she started to really push hard against my thigh and her mouth was clamped tightly over mine. Rachel had pressed her body hard against mine and our breasts were crushed together and it felt fantastic. Then she pulled away and sat up slightly. I was wondering what was up but only briefly as I saw she was going to take off her nightshirt. I did the same, and we also quickly peeled off our panties too.

This time, we came together but not as closely, and each of our hands slipped immediately between us over the other’s tummy and down between the others legs. Our other arms extended above our heads and our fingers entwined as we kissed again. Rachel scooted closer to me so our breasts nestled together. The clamminess, warmth and clinginess felt nice. Rachel had larger breasts than I did. She was a big C and I was a big B small C. I could tell by the way my nipples ached that they were completely hard and Rachel was giggling hers against mine. How thrilling to hear our excited breathing getting harder as it made those sounds through our noses and I cried out as her fingers parted my lips downstairs and slipped into me. I’d been just cupping her down there in my hand and moving it gently in little circular movements when hers slipped away from me and she grabbed my hand by two fingers and pushed my fingers inside her lips. I felt her legs part slightly as she did and she felt so incredible. She was so wet and soft and warm and slippery. Rachel quickly moved her hand back to mine and wriggled her fingers inside my lips again as I rocked myself toward her.

“Oh Ray-Ray, you feel so wonderful… Oooh that feels so good.” I gasped.

“Put one or two inside me.” Rachel whispered. “I want to feel them inside escort marmaris me.”

Oh My God! I felt the firm tightness of her opening under my fingertips and gently pushed one inside of her. It was so warm and felt so good, and so amazing to feel her grasping my finger as it slipped inside her. I began to rhythmically move in and out as she did the same to me. We were smiling a lot now, looking into each other’s eyes and occasionally we’d kiss softly.

By now it was coming so easily. Hell we’d done this to ourselves for years anyway now we were just doing it with someone, and doing it with someone made it so much better. There was an amazingly intimate and safe feeling together, a sense of sharing something so exciting and personal. I was flying away on the feelings and Rachel was to.

Her fingers expertly slipped out of me and quickly up to my clit. My hips jerked a bit as her fingertips fluttered side to side over my clit. I squeezed her hand in mine and she squeezed back as I did the same with her clit. How can I ever hope to explain how incredibly exciting it is to do this for the first time with your best friend, and there is all that powerful feeling and expression wrapped up so many other feelings including that fear that you shouldn’t be doing this.

We never looked away from the other’s eyes. We were both gasping, moaning, softly crying out and breathing so hard now. It seemed we alternated between those electric thrills of rolling fingers over clits and the more quick and frantic thrusting in and out of each other. I began to feel her grasping less and to feel her opening widen and Rachel got very rough and wrinkly inside. I knew what this meant. I did it every time too, and anyway I could feel myself so close now as well.

Our hips were rocking and we both were rubbing each other’s clits as we reached the very top and fell into the free fall emptiness of our orgasms. I remember both of us crying out and our mouths coming together in a stifling kiss to quiet the sounds coming from our room. Oh My God! I had never had an orgasm like this by myself, with any guy, and the thought that it was Rachel kept it going and going and going.

When finally we were feeling the last warm, tingling spasms and the tiny aftershocks through our tummies, we kissed and kissed. Our legs entwined and we pressed our puffy wet pussies against the other’s leg and snuggled close, our warm sweaty skin clinging and it felt so right to be holding Rachel.

So, that was my first time with another woman. I’m forever glad it was my best friend and I hope she feels the same.

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The sight of us, I’m sure, was a little hard to take. Two tall, beautiful, tanned blonde girls, lying on a blanket in our bikinis, sunbathing, reading, talking, laughing. It was so hot out that October (in the San Francisco Bay area, the temperatures can shoot up into the 90s), that we couldn’t help it. And, by the end of our first month as roommates, we were having sex.

It began innocently enough. Anya was a friend of a friend. She moved into my dorm room when my previous roommate, a friend from high school, decided to transfer to her boyfriend’s small Catholic school in the Midwest. My friend Sandy knew a girl from her modeling days in Japan who needed a roommate. Anya moved in with her expensive luggage, expensive sheets and pillows and scented candles, which she seemed to have lit at all hours. She had the longest, shapeliest legs I’ve ever seen, and a body to match. And the mouth on her! I couldn’t believe the things that would pop out of her mouth sometimes; she was willing to talk about almost anything, no matter how private or embarrassing.

I barely saw her those first few weeks. We lived in an L-shaped room, which meant that our beds were about five feet apart, so I knew when she was sleeping there and that was seldom.

She had a boyfriend off-campus. Carlo, a rich Eurotrash guy she’d met in New York. I guess he was a student as well, when he did visit the room he didn’t stay long; it seemed as if his apartment was her home and our room was a place for her to store her clothes and her strap-on. I found it accidentally one day when she let me borrow a dress. We were the same size, more or less, and I needed something to wear to a party. She let me go through her closet and when I dropped a skirt and picked it up I discovered a leather harness resting on top of a pile of shoes.

“What’s this?” I asked.

She grabbed it from me and put it behind her back. “Nothing,” she said.

I reached for it. She stepped back. “Come on,” I said.

“It’s just my harness.”

“Your harness?”

“My strap-on.” She dangled it in front of me. “Here.”

I took it from her and examined it. It was made of a soft black leather and had straps on both sides. In the front was a ring.

“What’s the ring for?” I asked.

“The dildo. Let me show you.”

She went to her closet and opened a drawer where she kept her underwear and pulled out a long white dildo. She handed it to me and took the strap-on. I held the dildo in my hand, not sure what to do. It had the shape and texture of a penis and felt nice and warm. “It’s made of silicone,” she said. “Let me show you.”

She put the harness on and strapped it around her legs. Then she attached the dildo and stood in front of me. “See?” She said.

I sat down on my bed and stared at her.

“I don’t wear it like this,” she said. “With shorts and a T-shirt.”

“How do you wear it?”

“I’m usually naked.”

I blushed. She looked incredibly sexy with it on. “With Carlo?”

“No.”

“Then why do you have it?”

“I use it to fuck other girls.”

I must have turned beet red at that moment, because she laughed. “You knew that, didn’t you?” She said.

I thought about it for a moment. There was one time about a week before when I saw this beautiful woman leave the room. She seemed slightly disheveled when she walked by. Anya said that she was in her theater class. I found out that she was an R.A. on another floor.”

“That R.A.?”

“Yeah, and a couple of others.”

She took the strap-on off and threw it on her bed and sat down.

“Here?”

“The R.A. I fucked here, the others at Carlo’s, sometimes.”

“He watches?”

“Sometimes. We had a threesome with this dancer we met at a strip club. She’s going for her master’s in psychology. After we fucked though, it turned out that she had a class with Carlo and that he’d set the whole thing up!”

“No way!”

“I was really pissed at him at first, but then she called me to apologize and I wound up going to her apartment and we had sex without Carlo, so it’s okay now.”

I looked at her lying on the bed next to mine, smiling, barefoot, her beautiful long legs, her breasts pressing against her tight little T-shirt. Her big blue eyes. I’d never really thought about sleeping with a girl before. Not really. But If I did, it would have to be someone like Anya.

“So have you?” Anya asked.

“What?”

“Ever been with a girl?’

“No.”

“It’s fun,” she said. “Jill, the dancer was amazing. Amazing body. Really soft skin. And she loves to eat pussy.”

“Anya!”

“Sorry.” She sat up on her bed and crossed her legs. “I guess I should go. I have a class in fifteen minutes. But you think about it, okay?”

“About what?”

“You know.”

“What?”

She didn’t answer, but I knew what she was hinting at. After she left the room I masturbated, thinking about everything she’d said. I felt closer to her, and she made more sense to me, but where would it all lead? I thought about the strap-on. I almost took the dildo out of her closet and put it inside me, but I resisted. marmaris escort I just played with my clit and had an amazing orgasm, alone in my bed.

I didn’t see her that week except for one afternoon when it was so hot out that she persuaded me to go sunbathing with her on the lawn behind the dorm. We walked down in our robes and bikinis, and laid down together on one of her expensive cotton blankets. I’d rubbed suntan lotion on my body before we left, but Anya went out without any. After about an hour, I insisted that she put some on.

“No way,” She said.

“You’re going to burn,” I said.

“Okay,” she said. “But only if you put it on.”

“Sure,” I said.

I took out my lotion and spread it around her back and neck. Then I rubbed it on her arms and legs. I seemed to be causing something of a stir. Anya lifted her legs up and I could feel the stares coming from the other blankets. Guys walked by and stopped and watched. Anya turned around and laid on her back and made me rub lotion on her belly, posing like she was on a magazine cover, or a swimsuit video. When I was finished, she lifted up her sunglasses and smiled. “We put on quite a show, didn’t we?”

Another week went by and I didn’t see her at all. She had a couple of papers due and she’d been staying at Carlo’s every night; working on it. And then suddenly she was back; staying the weekend while Carlo went back to Italy for a wedding.

“Why didn’t you go?” I asked.

“I wasn’t invited.”

“Why not?”

“His family. They’re really rich and stuck-up. They want him to marry this girl in Italy that he’s known since he was a kid.”

“Will he?”

“Probably. I didn’t want to think so but he really is a Mama’s boy.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I think I’m over him anyway.”

So on that Friday night, we stayed in together. Anya ordered in some pizza and we watched some bad ’80s movies on TV in our pajamas. She told me a little about her modeling days, but not much. It seemed like she wanted to forget that part of her life and move on. She brought out a bottle of wine that she’d taken from Carlo’s apartment and we got a little drunk. She must’ve sensed that I was a little nervous around her because she said I looked tense. She offered to give me a massage, which made me even more nervous.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’ll just loosen up your back and shoulders.”

“Okay.”

I lay down on her bed and she began to massage my shoulders. She obviously knew what she was doing. She started with my neck and went all the way down my spine, making sure to work all sides, and I felt really good when she was done. After that I stayed in her bed for a while and watched TV and cuddled. It just felt right, and she didn’t make a move on me, so I didn’t feel nervous or uncomfortable. When I left the bed to sleep on my own we gave each other a good night kiss on the lips and then giggled.

It was the next night when things got out of control.

Anya got up early the next morning to go work out at the gym. I slept in, only to be woken up by a phone call from Sandy. It hadn’t spoken to her since Anya moved in. She sounded far away.

“Hey!” She said. “How are you?”

“Okay,” I said. “Where are you?”

“London.”

“What are you doing there?”

“The usual. Trying to keep my career afloat. How’s Anya?”

“She’s good. She just went to the gym.”

“Sounds like her.”

“Carlo is in Italy at a wedding, so she’s been hanging around more than usual.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No. I like her.”

“I knew you would.”

We talked about Anya for a little while, nothing serious. Just about her massive collection of clothes and shoes. And she’d met Carlo, so she spent a few minutes ragging on him for my amusement. Then we talked about school, my lack of boyfriends, and her surplus of them. Finally she asked the question.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Have you slept together yet?”

“No!”

“Oh.”

“Did you?”

There was silence on the other end for a more than a few seconds.

“I take that as a yes,” I said.

Sandy sighed. “A couple of times,” she said. “She’s hard to resist.”

“I know.”

“And she gives good massages.”

“I’ve had one of those.”

“So you know, right?”

“Yes.”

“I wish you’d told me this before.”

“You wouldn’t have taken her in?”

“I don’t know.”

The thought of Sandy and Anya together made me wet, and I could feel my swollen pussy rub against my pajama bottoms as I reclined in my chair. I couldn’t help touching my clit as Sandy told me the whole story. I waited until we hung up before I brought myself to orgasm. I guess it was inevitable. I couldn’t resist her anymore. It was time to give in. When Anya got back I told her that Sandy had called and she we talked a little but then she was off to the library. When she got back she suggested we go out for dinner. She and Carlo always went out to a little restaurant in town on Saturday night and she wasn’t going to miss out on that because he was at some wedding with his ex-girlfriend.

The marmaris escort bayan restaurant she picked was a small Italian place on the other side of the College, near the movie theater. Anya had the keys to Carlo’s car so we drove there. It was apparently Carlo’s favorite place and we had no trouble getting a table. Inside were mostly older couples. I recognized a couple of professors eating with their spouses. The other customers looked like they were from out of town. I didn’t see any students.

“Did you want to go to the Rat instead?” Anya asked. “Get a burger and some curly fries?”

“No.”

“We could if you want. We could get some nachos.”

“Stop teasing.”

I had a great time with her at the restaurant. We had no trouble ordering a bottle of wine, even though we were underage. (I was 20 and Anya was 19). And the food was excellent. Anya complimented me several times on my dress and even tried to play footsie with me under the table. I told her that she looked beautiful, that Carlo was an idiot for not bringing her to the wedding. Then she asked my about my boyfriends. She even offered to fix me up with some guys that she knew in the city who would die to take me out.

When we got back we were still flirting. I even gave her a thank you kiss for dinner. Then opened another bottle of wine from Carlo’s collection and took off our shoes and sat on her bed.

“So what about boyfriends?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “No one right now.”

“No one you like?”

“Not really.”

She poured me another glass.

“Carlo thinks you’re hot.”

“Oh,” I blushed. “I didn’t know that.”

“He likes all-American girls like you. Sometimes I think I’m a little too Swedish looking for him or something. He asked if I could entice you into a threesome.”

I laughed. “No way,” I said. “That’s gross.”

“He’s not your type.”

“No, and I’m not about to have a threesome with anyone.”

“Well, that’s what I told him, and anyway, it would be really fucked up if we did. I like you too much.”

“And I like you.”

She smiled, put her hand on mine and kissed me.

“Feel okay?” She asked.

“Fine. My neck is bothering me again. I took some Advil before, but it’s not working.”

She put her glass down. “Do you want a massage?”

“Okay.”

She stood up and went to her dresser and got out a bottle of massage oil.

“This time you have to undress for me.”

I stared at her.

“Do you want a massage or not?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let’s do it the right way this time. I have some oil. You’ll feel amazing.”

I agreed and took off my dress. I could see Anya gazing at me as I stood before her in my Calvin Kleins.

“You really are stunning.” She said.

I unhooked my bra and pulled down my panties and lay down on my stomach. Anya pulled her dress off and put on a T-shirt. “I’ll be more comfortable this way,” she said. “I have to be comfortable too, you know.”

“Okay.”

She took the oil out and squeezed some on her hands and rubbed them together. Then she kneeled down at the side of my bed and began to rub my lower back, moving up my spine to my shoulders. The oil felt warm and her hands felt so nice. I could feel myself getting wet.

“Breathe in,” she said. “And exhale.”

I did what I was told.

“I’m going to do your whole body,” she said.

“Okay,” I said.

She moved from one place on my back to the other. Then she did my arms and hands, working every muscle.

“So did Sandy tell you about our little affair?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“I thought so.”

“She asked me if I would’ve let you live here if I’d known.”

“And what did you say?”

“Yes. I guess I would have.”

“That’s good to know.”

“So how did it happen?”

“The first time?”

“Yes,” I said.

She glided her hands down my left leg, squeezing my thigh and calf. Then she worked on my feet, which felt incredible. Then she did my right leg, going up to my butt.

“On a plane.”

“How?”

“We were coming back from Japan. It was dark in the plane and we were covered in blankets. Sandy had the window seat and I was sitting in the aisle seat with a seat between us. The plane wasn’t very crowded so we had a lot of space and some privacy. I made Sandy take off her panties and I gave her a hand job under the blanket.”

“That sounds hot,” I said.

“It was.”

“And when we got back to New York I stayed at her place and we fucked all weekend. It was so much fun.”

“You like saying that word,” I said.

She giggled. “Fucking?”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck, fucking. I like doing it too.”

Then she massaged my butt with both hands.

“You have a great ass,” she said. “I’ve been wanting to bury my face in it since I moved in.”

She kissed both of my butt cheeks.

“Feels so nice,” I said.

“Turn around,” she whispered.

I hesitated for a moment. “I’m not finished,” she said.

I turned around slowly and faced her. She put some more massage oil on her hands and worked the front of escort marmaris my legs then my torso, going up to my breasts and shoulders. I swallowed again and I could feel my legs shaking.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

I nodded. I found it difficult to speak. She worked her way down my belly to my pelvis, massaging the area around my pussy very gently. “Afraid?” She asked.

I shook my head. Then she gently put one hand on my heart and cupped my pussy with her other hand. Then she glided one hand down my belly and massaged my thighs with the other, slowly coming closer. Then she began to make circles around my pussy with her hand.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered. Then she inserted one, then two fingers inside me. I shut my eyes and my back arched. I was going to come. My pelvis began to move with her hand as she fucked me with her fingers. I grabbed her other arm and cried out as my pussy contracted around her fingers. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. I thought I was going to pass out. When it was over I opened my eyes and looked up at her and tears came to my eyes. She touched my cheek with her hand. “It’s okay,” she whispered.

“Do you want to take a little nap?” She asked. I nodded.

“Can you speak?”

“Yes,” I whispered. Then I closed my eyes.

When I awoke, she was still next to me, but she’d taken her T-shirt off. She was on her side, her arm around me. She opened her eyes and smiled. “Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” I said.

She leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back without opening my mouth. Then she leaned in again and took my face into her hands “Is this how you kiss your boyfriends?’ She asked.

I opened my mouth slightly and felt her tongue glide across my teeth. Then I opened it more and our tongues met. We fell down upon the bed and held each other. “It’s not so bad,” she whispered.

“It’s wonderful,” I said.

She got on top of me and I wrapped my legs around hers. We began to kiss more passionately and her breasts pressed against mine.

“Feels nice,” she said. “Pull my panties off.”

She pushed her body up over mine and I grabbed her underwear and pulled them down. She wriggled out of them and began to rub her pussy against my thigh.

“Let me do that,” I said.

“Okay,” she said.

She lay down next to me and we kissed. I cupped her ass with my hand and rubbed her thigh. Then I moved my hand over her pussy and put my finger inside her.

“Mmmm,” she said.

She took my hand and gently guided it over her pussy lips.

“Like that,” she said.

I went slowly, massaging her clit between my fingers in a circular motion.

“That’s good,” she said. “Now harder.”

I rubbed harder and she moaned.

“You’re so good,” she said. “I knew you’d be good.”

I went faster and she closed her eyes. “That’s good,” she whispered. Then she threw her head back and moaned. “I’m going to come,” she said. She spread her legs and put one of them between mine and clenched her teeth. She moaned again and exploded under me. Then she grabbed me and buried her head in my shoulder and collapsed in my arms.

“That felt so good,” she whispered.

“I’m glad,” I said.

“I’m glad that we’re finally making love.”

“Me too.”

I thought about what she’d just said. Making love. And I wanted more.

We rested for a while and then Anya got out of the bed and went over to her closet, giving me a look at her amazing body.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She opened her top drawer and pulled out her strap-on.

“I want to fuck you,” she said.

“Fuck me?” I said. “I thought we were making love.”

She laughed. “Same thing,” she said. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

She put the harness around her waist and fastened the straps around her legs. Then she took out her dildo from her drawer and attached it to the harness. Then she took out her little bottle of lubricant and slowly rubbed it all over her cock. She looked very powerful at that moment. I would’ve done anything she asked me.

“You want that?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Come here.”

I got up and went over to her. She kissed me and then put my hand on her cock, spreading the oil over it.

“I want you inside me.” I said.

“Get back on the bed.”

Anya got on top of me. My pussy was soaked, but Anya insisted on going down on me before we began. She gently took my clit in her mouth and sucked slightly on it and then twirled her tongue around it. I writhed under her and moaned. My first time. “I can’t believe you just did that,” I whispered.

“I have to get you ready,” she purred.

She went down again and I moaned even louder. She moved up on top of me and covered my mouth with her hand.

“Shhhh,” she said.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop doing that.”

“No you won’t,” she said. “You won’t come until I say you can come.”

A wave of hotness went over me. I’d never been so aroused in my life. She bared her teeth at me and bit my neck. Then she took the head of her cock and rubbed it between my slit, and then circling it around my lips, teasing me. I pressed my pussy against her cock.

“I think you’re ready,” she said.

“I am.”

“Can I go inside you?” She asked.

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AWO09. – Business and pleasure

The imperial ladies had been much too preoccupied with their pleasure to take any notice of what went on around them. Pamela Vasquez was reclining on her chair along with the others, and had a service girl to keep her on a nice level of arousal as she joyfully took in the atmosphere of the scene… The scene she had created from her own imagination!

Because of the performance she was planning, she didn’t really want to cum yet. Just build up to – and stay at – a kind of trickling heat. But the mood could make such a position difficult to stand by at times… that was for sure! But, after all, that was what they had excellently trained service girls for, wasn’t it?!

As she recognised the beginnings of a build up towards the point of no return starting all around her once again, she found the opportunity to discretely disappear, taking Linda, one of the trainees, along with her.

Linda was ideal. She had been introduced on a similar party just a few months ago. In fact she was among the oldest of their trainees, and had a particularly well-rounded and full body – and a deliciously broad, peach- shaped bottom.

And then, as they entered the room in their new outfits, they collected gasps and exited outbursts from the hormone- heated ladies.

Pam’s costume had a design resembling that of some kind of a roman gladiator. The result was a combination of lack of historical knowledge and a desire to modify in order to increase the erotic appearance. Broad, black leather straps with scattered metal rings and buckles crossed her torso both in the front and back, with thinner straps encircling her upper arms. Over her shoulders she wore broad and heavy looking leather flaps with long fringes, connected to a black, cruel- looking, spiked iron ring around her neck.

Her tits were covered and held in place under the cross- straps by a matching golden brown coloured fabric of some kind, similar to the colour of her fingerless gloves.

The cross- straps were connected to an even broader leather belt – also with light brown fringes – buckled tightly around her waist. That belt was held down in position by thin leather straps fitted to the top edge of a pair of black leather boots with spiky high-heels, covering her legs almost all the way up to her crotch.

Even her makeup elegantly matched the colours. The outline of her eyes, and the eyebrows were painted completely black, while the eyelids had a colour matching that of the patches covering her tits, only a little darker. Her lips were dark, very fully red – though not screaming – and were outlined with light brown lines, making her mouth looking exceptionally full and sexy.

The rogue on her cheekbones was discreetly pink- reddish, ingeniously toned down almost to nothing to perfectly balance the total composition.

She had pulled back her dark brown, almost black hair in a tight ponytail, further completing the match with the rest of her costume.

The only thing contradicting the other effects was a small red rose stuck in her hair just above her right ear. Another ingenious effect adding to the impression of unpredictability about her.

The whole appearance made her look like she was just about ready to kill in cold blood!

In her left hand she held a long, wicked looking bullwhip, rolled up tightly in her fist. The other hand held a short silver chain leash, connected to a black leather collar fitted tightly around Linda’s neck. As she moved towards the centre of the room, the girl staggered alongside, bent cruelly forward at the hip by the short length of her mistress’ chain…. her hands apparently fastened behind her back with the same kind of leather- like cuffs, and her curly blond hair hanging down to cover her face. She was completely naked save for some classic roman- looking sandals and a thin, black strap around her waist.

Red welts, resembling wicked whip marks, which looked chilling genuine, cover her butt and torso with angry stripes.

The group of ladies and girls were stunned, to say the least, their heated expressions ranging from disbelief to gaping admiration.

Comforted by the fact that any kind of violence or pain was totally banned, the audience tried to grasp the skills and accuracy needed to pull off this masterpiece of both costume composition and makeup.

The couple looked beautiful, outrageous, and outright chillingly erotic. Although historically incorrect to the extreme, it had a completely breathtaking effect on the spectators. Even the service girls totally forgot their delicious tasks, staring wide-eyed as the two women stepped into the centre of the room.

For a moment everything was completely silent except some heavy breathing from indolently recovering mistresses. Pam turned to face the assembly. As she looked up, she met an array of staring eyes that for a moment looked almost comical.

She remained in character without problems though, and took hold of the silver chain with her other hand to tighten marmaris escort the leash even more. A strained groan came up from her side, as the girl’s head was forced down even further. A violent tug on her collar was an immediate instruction for her to be silent.

Pam let one of her boot- dressed feet slide a little forward.

“Get down on the floor slave, and lick my boot!” she hissed.

With her hands still secured behind her back, Linda immediately crumbled to her knees, with Pam letting the silver chain slide elegantly through her hand to allow her the access she needed to obey the order.

The second round of orgasms had left the ladies more or less powerless. Though not as devastated as they would have been after such as session with Anne, more like totally drained of their sexual energy. For the moment at least….

Although the sight of the little pink tongue darting over the shiny boot tip was extremely exciting – even beautiful in its own peculiar way – it could only serve as a pleasant background entertainment for now. Few of the ladies were very unhappy about their girl paying more attention to the scene before them, than keeping up with their prescribed duties.

Jean and Carol settled with the relaxing caressing from their slavegirl’s hands.

They actually considered these kinds of outfits and games somewhat over the line, even a little vulgar. But then again, nobody could pull off something like this with as much taste and style as Pamela Vasquez. She would never do anything that she knew was against their policy, and her imagination was positively preposterous, to say the least!

As the slave tongue continued to work its way around the tip of the boot, the amphora was carried around again, and glasses were refilled. Jean signalled to the girl to take it a little bit easy from now on. It wouldn’t do for their guests to have too much. She knew from her own experience how easily that could take some of the edge off the experience. Make an otherwise perfectly served orgasm less than perfect.

That just couldn’t be!

Linda dutifully continued her task, and in the process her heavily painted face became more visible to the others. Her eyes had broad, black stripes painted in a kind of Egyptian servant- style, and her lips had been done in a deep wine- red colour, all of it in order to emphasize the presentation of the submissive slave- like appearance. Especially when displayed in a position like this.

Anne watched open- mouthed as the girl continued tonguing the heel and then slowly work her way up to the wrist of the shiny boot. She hardly noticed Ms. Wilder’s gentle stroking and ruffling of her already tousled hair as they both followed the action with heavy eyelids.

“Do it properly child!” Pam hissed as she put her hands to her hips and assumed an even more dominating stance over the crouched girl. The rolled- up whip patted ominously against the leatherclad thigh as she surveyed the submissive performance with a deliciously cruel expression on her face.

Linda hurried to comply, increasing her effort as her blonde head bobbed around the shiny ankle. Her butt, with its network of fake, cruel looking stripes, pointed obscenely towards the audience, wiggling sensuously with the rhythm of her hard working tongue.

She continued like that for a couple of minutes until she felt a light tug on the silver chain signalling for her to move upward…. Veeeery slowly upward.

Her mistress retained the indulgent expression on her face as the girl worked herself in the right direction. The spectators, however, did notice that her breasts started rising and falling just a little bit faster with each breath as the slave girl painstakingly slowly approached the knee. Anne had noticed the patient and devoted service Pam had enjoyed while she was still seated with the others, and knew that her blood must be nearly boiling over from unrelieved passion. After all she hadn’t had any kind of release yet.

As Linda’s lips passed her Mistress’ knee, continuing its slow trek upwards, the other ladies suddenly seemed to have recovered remarkably from their state of exhaustion, and their passion was kindled once again. Gently but most urgently service girls’ heads were directed back to where they belong….. in between the soft thighs spread before them. Down to their eternal task! The eternal task of a proper slave girl.

They would have to do with the sound effects for the rest of the show.

By now Linda’s blond head was half way up the leather-clad thigh. Pam let the whip unfold from her hand, casually falling down along the girl’s back. Like a snaky caress. With gentle movements she let the black, plaited coils slide back and forth along the gracious curves of her back and buttocks. From around them the first of many faint moans could be heard, mixing with even fainter sounds of slopping tongues gently at work. Patient work. Worshipping work.

The heat was on again. On for sure!

No doubt whatsoever that this performance marmaris escort bayan – stretching the ladies imagination as far as it did – had the desired effect. Anne noted with a bit of surprise that Ms. Wilder’s hungry pussy swallowed her tongue deeply without any sign of discomfort or soreness. None at all! Quite an unbelievable feat considering the violent orgasm she had experienced just a few minutes back. But once again she had to remind herself that these were not just ordinary women. Obviously, their remarkable endurance had been a key factor for them to be included in the folds of Jean and Carol’s group. And – as Jean had pointed out to her so many times already – the lifestyle itself helped develop the endurance and also the sexual drive needed to be able to take such a level of stimulation and pleasure on a regular basis. And then – in many cases – made them more or less dependent on it.

As the moans around them steadily grew more breathless and hoarse, she lost herself in the paradise- like depths of the delicious lady pussy opening up so lewdly and lovingly to her ministrations. With her inner vision, she kept the delightful image of Pam and Linda to the forefront of her mind. For a while she also tried to follow the events by listening along, but eventually the soft thighs gradually coming in on her head began to close against her ears and cheeks, more or less shutting her out of that part of the action as well.

That part definitely continued though! Pam kept one hand behind Linda’s head as the other continued playing with the frightening whip draped over the girl’s back and buttocks. Her muscular belly and chest flexed and stretched more explicitly with her now heavy breathing as she impatiently guided the blond head towards the bald cleft of her dripping quim.

Then she suddenly seemed to loose what little grip she had on her boiling emotions. Almost brutally she tugged on the slave’s neck, jamming the adoring face up deep into her pussy…. She held her there for a long, breathless moments as she let her own head sink backwards, and her other arm slowly raise the monstrous whip high into the air.

The room became completely dead silent.

Then the arm shot down.

A deafening crack!

The audience jumped in shock.

Pam’s slave girl stiffened and let out a thin shriek into the depths of the pussy completely engulfing her face.

Jean could see the backs of the other slaves crouch instinctively and the heads ducking still deeper in between the widely spread thighs of their mistresses.

Then silence… again. Expect for the ringing in the ears from the terrible crack.

She didn’t actually…..?!? Or did she?!?

Nervous eyes scanned the girl’s lovely back and buttocks for any signs of that horrible hit. Pam’s whip arm with its fingerless glove was resting along her side, with the wicked instrument again draped across the girl’s back. She seemed totally occupied with enjoying the hard working tongue. Still bent slightly backwards, looking at some point above her with dizzy eyes. Her other hand busily urging the blonde head for still higher intensity as her hips slowly moved back and forth.

No new welt grew out on Linda’s silky skin though, and it eventually became clear to the ladies that Pam had actually cracked the whip in the air just above the girl’s buttocks. That understanding immediately triggered a new bout of moaning and groaning throughout the group as recovering pussies started to drool in response to the impact of this outrageously wild and primitive fantasy.

The moans got even more hoarse as Pam painstakingly slowly raised her arm a second time. As it reached the full height once again, she looked cruelly down at Linda, who kept her attention on the business at hand, squeezing her face even deeper into her soaked cleft. The girl’s exposed ass cheeks rolled softly back and forth in front of her as if she was eagerly anticipating the kiss of the whip. Carol thought the girl had to have an almost blind trust in her mistress’ skills with that monstrous instrument of unimaginable suffering!

The whip’s crack filled the room again! Even louder than before. Linda made another theatrical jerk of pain accompanied by a muffled scream. In her state of increased heat, she forgot all about her hands pretending to be cuffed behind her back, and reached out to grab and hold her mistress’ buttocks with both hands as she tried to dig still deeper into the wonderful pussy with her lips and tongue. And Pam met her with heavy hips as she moved to let the whip fall a third time.

The room soon resounded with ecstatic moans as joyfully working tongues rubbed ferociously over rock hard, oversensitive clits. The entire group was well off on the wild ride towards another, uncontrollable explosion. Hands and fingers tore and grabbed at tousled slave hair, and heavy pubic bones bucked persistently against hard working mouths as the heat gradually grew to fever pitch.

All of this accompanied by the now rhythmical cracks of escort marmaris the whip!

Even with their extensive experience, Jean and Carol had long since been brought out of their state of sated recovery. Encouraged and excited by Pam’s extraordinary understanding of how to entertain her audience, they also passionately enjoyed the show along with the expert oral attention from their slave girls.

Through her mental dim of revived sexual arousal, Jean noted that Ms. Wilder had given up Anne to her friend Veronica Chambers – the last of the guests not to have experienced the girl’s special skills yet. The lady lay spread- eagled over her chair as she hung on to the dishevelled head with both hands. It was clear to everyone watching that Anne had initiated her special tongue thrusts already, with her usual, barrier- breaking success. And young Doreen’s head was practically jammed down into Ms. Wilder’s impatient pubes as she tumbled over to occupy the position between those abruptly abandoned thighs. These ladies sure knew how to enjoy a good party, no doubt about that!

Another stinging crack! Another painful yelp! Strained trashing and moaning from ladies and slave girls alike.

Pamela handled the whip like a circus artist, and Jean’s only concern was how her friend’s rising passion would affect the accuracy of those violent looking blows.

And that obviously must have crossed the gladiatress’ mind as well.

As her body started quivering lightly, her muscular arm rose and fell just a few more snapping times. Then she dropped the instrument of suffering and grabbed hold of Linda’s head with both hands.

Her trembling gradually intensified, with her stomach muscles bucking and convulsing as sparks of intense pleasure shot up and down her spine. Her tits swinging delightfully under those small pieces of texture cloth.

The girl’s mouth was stuck like glued to her pussy, with the tongue relentlessly rubbing back and forth over the protruding pleasure nodule. By now Linda’s own passion ran so high that her body threatened to betray her with an uncontrollable orgasmic blast that could result in a total loss of control at the time when she needed it most…. When she needed all of her energy to focus her heart and soul on the single task of bringing her wonderful mistress maximum pleasure.

Shit!! Now she felt those familiar ripples in the delightful thighs pressing along her cheeks. The hands on her head clenched into tight fists grasping full locks of blonde hair as her head was relentlessly pulled deeper into the overheated cleft.

Pam’s body trembled even harder… She slowly rose onto the toes of her high- heeled boots as she with gritting teeth sank most of her weight down on the up- turned face!

Another few gasps escaped her.

Linda desperately tried to control her own body as she prepared her lady for the final explosion with a series of extra powerful tongue flicks. The agonizing pull at her hair brought tears to the eyes, but all of that was completely displaced by the insane pleasure of bringing on a mind- bending orgasm to a stern and demanding mistress like Pamela. Her mistress!

Then the orgasm hit!

Like a final whiplash right across her back!

And the cry of pleasure was almost as loud! As her hip bucked violently she shot a massive squirt of pussy juice down into her slave’s mouth!

As Linda used all her strength to meet the heavy hips with face and tongue, she felt herself gradually loose control of her own body… just as she had feared. With her hands tightly hugging the flexing buttocks, and without the ability to touch herself at all, Linda still rushed helplessly into a climax that almost made her collapse under the weight of her mistress’ all- consuming ecstasy. With the wave of her own orgasm raging through her, and new squirts of juice filling up her mouth, she had to use all of her strength to support herself as well as her lady as she tried to keep some kind of control of her spastic hips. Hips that felt like they had taken on a life of their own down there.

Pam’s overwhelming eruption became the trigger to push the other mistresses over the edge as well. Over the next minute the entire room was filled with the chaos of bucking bodies and ecstatic screams. All the slave girls had their generous share of gushing pussy juices as they strove to stay with their lovely ladies through their heart- bursting orgasms. And they all managed to control their own pent- up passion in the process. Almost….

Jean was quite certain that Doreen’s wildly pumping hips clearly betrayed even her failure to withstand the excitement as Ms. Wilder’s mixture of cum and piss flooded her throat and threatened to drown her completely.

Doreen was probably the most hot- blooded of all the service girls, giving herself over to the task of pleasuring with a frantic submissive energy and passion that could match even that of Anne.

And Anne was the perfect one…. as always. With total control of body and technique, she managed to stay in the ideal position and contact throughout Ms. Chamber’s trembling ecstasy, drinking her juices, and tonguing her clit until the classy lady actually fell into unconsciousness from total exhaustion!

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Donna hurried home after her last midterm. She was a junior at the University of Houston, and after her midterms grades were posted, she was in a mood to celebrate for a change, and it was Friday night, so no class tomorrow! Normally, she was a study maniac, so serious that her roommate Julia would often kid her about it. Once she walked in the door, she was, as usual grateful for the size of the comfy two-bedroom apartment. Instead of rushing to her inner sanctum as she so often did, she tossed her books on the table by the door and called hello.

Julia was already home watching television, her feet propped on the coffee table. Whereas Donna was an art major, Julia was a business major, and they were as different as night and day. Julia was outgoing and social, and Donna was quiet and little on the shy side. Julia was in school to get a degree, get out and make a living, and beyond that, she could care less about business. Donna on the other hand was passionate about art, had taken every course on the subject she could and studied it even when she wasn’t studying for school.

They really looked different too, Donna thought as she enviously appraised her roommate. Julia who had gorgeous red hair and pale, creamy skin, was tall and so rounded with curves that she would have looked fat if there had been an ounce of fat on her. She was almost an exaggeration of a woman, reminding her so much of Frank Frazetta’s females and those of Boris Vallejo. They were both artists that consistently featured fantasy art portrayed by muscular men and women and though the women were lushly curved, and usually huge breasted, but they always had great muscles too, particularly calf, thigh and tummy muscles.

Describing redheaded Julia as a Frazetta girl would be perfectly accurate except Julia didn’t have huge breasts, but with all her time on the tennis courts, all the muscles were sure there. Oh, she was amply endowed enough with two lovely breasts that weren’t exactly small, but they certainly wouldn’t be considered huge.

Donna was more of an average height for a girl, a long-haired brunette and bordering on having large breasts, but instead of Julia’s wide hips, her own were narrower, more boyish in the butt department. Her legs and thighs had always been slender when she was a child, but years of traveling everywhere on campus on roller skates had muscled up her calves and thighs considerably. She was no Frazetta girl, but she turned heads wherever she went, unless she was with Julia, of course, then she might as well be invisible.

Donna had sketched herself in pencil, watercolors and oils often, since getting people to model for you without paying them was difficult. She had many sketches of guys, since men will do anything for a girl, but she had much fewer female subjects to work with. She had pestered Julia often about it, but Julia was firm in the belief that she looked like a fat cow next to the slender-shaped brunette. Donna began to feel almost obsessed with the desire to draw Julia, and she thought about it quite a lot.

Donna had even taken her online and showed her Frazetta and Vallejo’s women, and although Julia would admit the resemblance in terms of “big butts”, she refused to see herself as gorgeous and desirable, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary every time she walked across the quad. Donna figured that the other girl’s self image problem must have had its roots in her childhood.

Or more likely, the real reason was Julia’s Southern Baptist parents that would disown her for posing nude. She had pointed out this theory to Julia one day, and told her what would they say about all the boys she dated, and frequently slept with. Julia had archly replied, they’ll never know, and just to be sure, you won’t ever see one of those boys go into my bedroom swinging a camera!

Donna was pretty, and knew she was, but she knew her artist’s eye didn’t lie – Julia was drop-dead gorgeous and that was that. If only she could get the redhead to pose for her… And of course it would have to be nude, that was the whole point of drawing Julia to capture that wickedly graceful, athletic musculature and bone structure. Painting or drawing Julia clothed would be like draping a Sears housecoat over the Venus de Milo!

“Hello yourself, girlfriend, How’d ya do on scores?” Julia turned her head to look at Donna as she walked over.

“Great! My worst grade was an A- in that science course they are making me take, and you?”

Julia groaned, “And I was happy with only one C! Well, I’m still happy. I made an A- in one of my business courses, and the C was that stupid Spanish class.” Julia stretched, then added, “Made a pitcher of margarita’s just waiting for you to get home, and I rented that movie you wanted to see – the thriller one! So we are set for a great night in, unless you want to go fethiye escort out, hit the town, paint sidewalks or something.”

Donna grinned, “A movie and margaritas sound great, Jules. Just what the doctor ordered! I’ll go grab the pitcher and some glasses while you start the movie.”

As Donna walked toward the kitchen, Julia mocked astonishment, “You mean you are actually going to do something besides sit in your room, making page turning noises? Sometimes I wonder if that is just a tape of page turning, and you’re really in there just playing with your toes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Donna jibed back, veering off to her bedroom, “That is, I’ll get the drinks after I change into something more comfy.”

Julia, thinking that sounded like a good idea, headed to her room to change as well. While the redhead stripped naked then changed into terrycloth shorts and a tee-shirt, she called out, “How about dinner? What do you say to an order out for pizza?” She heard Donna call back that the idea sounded fantastic. A moment later they nearly collided in the hall, and Julia looked Donna over, “Hey great minds think alike!” Sure enough, Donna was dressed in skimpy blue jean cutoffs and a tee-shirt she had bought in Austin. It was obvious from the nipples that the brunette wasn’t wearing a bra. That is what comfort is all about, thought Julia, who hadn’t worn bra or panties.

An hour later, the girls were both half tipsy, full of pizza and halfway through the movie. Unexpectedly, it seemed to Donna, the two main female leads started making out just because they were sharing a bed. She snorted with disgust, “Good grief! There is no plot justification for this, I mean, just because they are in the same bed, they have to make out?”

Julia giggled, “Hey, it used to be the obligatory shower scene, at least the new trends are kinkier. Besides, don’t you think it is kinda pretty, watching them kiss?” She giggled again, “Better than watching men kiss each other.”

Donna agreed with a shrug, although now the women were more than kissing, they were feeling each other’s breasts and removing clothes. As one woman’s neck arched so she could take the other woman’s nipple in her mouth, Donna began to feel a little uncomfortable with it for some reason. Hoping it wasn’t because she was finding it arousing, she interjected a dig at Julie, “Well, of course you would think it’s pretty, you’re the sex maniac around here, remember how you carried on when you saw Bruce Willis’s dick in that movie, the color of something?”

Julia laughed, “Like you’re a virgin! Oh Greg, faster, faster, yeah Greg!” She was doing an imitation of Donna and her last boyfriend screwing when they didn’t know that Julia had come home.

“That was six months ago!” said Donna indignantly, and you date all the time! Isn’t your current that Brian guy?”

“Sure is, and he fucks great! But hey, I heard you beating off just last week; it was Wednesday night! So what were you fantasizing about, doing it with a Muppet, or was it the old standby with Vincent Van Gogh?” asked Julia with an evil grin.

Donna felt herself turn bright red because she did remember doing that a week ago, she certainly didn’t think she had been noisy, maybe a low moan or two at the big moment… By now the sex scene was over and the two women were kissing again the next morning while one of them was cooking breakfast. “So have you ever kissed another girl?” She asked, trying to steer the subject away from the masturbation incident.

Now Julia shrugged, “Yeah, one night at a slumber party in high school. You?”

Donna shook her head, “Nope, never even considered it. I guess I am straight as they come. And it obviously didn’t turn you around,” she giggled, “You are never without a boyfriend!”

“True,” agreed Julia, stretching her gorgeous legs and noting Donna looking at them, “But I did enjoy it, so much that I let her do more.”

“What?” squealed Donna, “Get out! You actually fooled around with another girl? Well, you can’t stop there; tell me what happened?” She gulped down the last of her drink and poured them both another.

Julia scooted closer and lowered her voice, “We’d been drinking of course, and I don’t know, it just felt really good, this girl was kissing me and squeezing me here and there, and I mean, like wow, it felt really, really good. She was a great kisser, and I don’t know, it was the same as kissing a guy, only a little different see, but good different. So like when she wanted to kiss my breasts, I let her, and that felt so good that when she put her hand in my panties, I had to let her do that, too. “

“Damn Julia! I can’t believe you let her do all that! And she put her hand in your panties!” The brunette just shook her head. “Did you come?” Donna was disgusted, but it was so interesting at the same time.

“Of course, I came,” grinned Julia, “and it was one of the best orgasms I have ever had, too! She asked me if she could eat me out, but I said, no. I have always regretted that, really. She would have probably escort fethiye been super at that as well as everything else. And now and then I have a fantasy about what it would be like. But I did let her kiss my panties a few times.”

“What an awful story, Julia, and you’re probably pulling my leg as usual, trying to gross me out. Telling me disgusting stories just because I’m so gullible! How do you sleep at night?” Donna was mostly kidding, but she did really want to know if it was true for some reason.

Julia gave Donna a brief look up and down, “I sleep very well after a hard day of disgusting you, and anyway, if you’re so disgusted, how come your nipples are hard? And it is all word for word true, Donna, cross my heart and give me a tattoo of an anchor with Mom under it! Her name was Elaine, and she was pretty, too. Her hair was just like yours. Dark brown and she wore it halfway down her back like you do! Hmm, you are kinda similar really…”

Donna ignored the last dig and looked down. God! Her nipples were sure enough hard as rocks and obvious against her tee-shirt. She also noted Julia’s were just as hard. In fact, Donna noted with some surprise that even though Julia’s breasts were smaller than hers, the redhead’s nipples seemed larger than her own. She gulped more margarita and noticed Julia doing the same. Time to steer away from nipples, “Well, didn’t she want you to do anything back? You didn’t just leave her in the lurch, did you? That would be so typically callous of you!” For some reason, the moment seemed too serious and Donna wanted to keep the banter going.

“She wanted me to, sure,” said Julia nonchalantly, “but I was kinda intimidated, Jeez, I was only fifteen; so I just kissed her a bunch and felt her breasts while she beat herself off. I kinda regret that now, too. It might have been interesting to have at least returned the hand job. I’ve also wondered what it would have been like if I had of gone down on her. She sure kissed my panties sweetly!”

“Julia!” Donna was trying not to be shocked, but she was, “I can’t believe you did all that, much less more!” It was not easy to get the image out of her head, Julia kissing a pretty brunette, feeling the girl’s breasts, the girl’s hand slipping down inside her panties, her hips wriggling with pleasure…

“Actually I did suck on her nipples a little too, just while she was coming.” Julia rolled her eyes at Donna, “What I want to know is why you are acting all shocked. I know you were enjoying watching those two women do it in the movie. That’s when your nipples first got hard.”

Donna shrugged, maybe that was true. She wasn’t sure and didn’t really feel the issue needed to be addressed right now.

Julia took Donna’s empty margarita glass and set it on the coffee table. Then she put her arm around Donna and said, “Let’s kiss and see if you still think it’s gross and disgusting. I dare you! And if you don’t take the dare, you’re a sissy without any nerve – just an all talk Art Major!” Julia put a lot of sneer in the words ‘Art Major’.

Dares were one of Donna’s vulnerable buttons, but she tried to resist it, “What would be the point? And why would I even want to?”

Julia came closer, “So you can see if it feels as pretty as it looks, of course,” Then Julia just kissed her. It wasn’t that fast, but it just didn’t occur to Donna to do anything to stop it. The kiss was slow and very soft, much more tender than any kiss she had ever gotten from a guy, not even French, just soft lips molded to hers, feeling warm and tender.

At least at first there was no tongue, then Donna felt Julia’s hot tongue slip over her lips, and she just automatically let her own lips part a little, then their tongues were touching ever so slightly. Donna began to realize that she was pretty damn tipsy when it occurred to her that she didn’t even know how long they had been kissing. But now they were kissing deeply, their arms around each other, and their breasts were pressed together – when had that happened?

Donna thought she should end this, but it wasn’t unpleasant at all, in fact she was getting pretty turned on, feeling Julia’s hard nipples pressing against her breasts, and the woman was a fantastic kisser, so soft and yielding but firm occasionally, and definitely more responsive than any boy she had ever kissed. And her shapely body felt so warm and sexy where it touched hers…

When Julia finally broke the kiss, Donna felt really confused. She didn’t really want to stop. She felt dizzy, and knew most of it wasn’t the alcohol. She became aware that she was breathing heavily, and worse, her cutoffs felt greasy between her legs. God, she must be soaked, and thought she could smell herself a little, if it wasn’t Julia, but that she just couldn’t bear thinking about that.

“Well?” panted Julia.

“Um, what?” whispered Donna, noticing for the first time that her right hand was still tangled in Julia’s shoulder length red hair – such beautiful hair, really.

Julia giggled, “Well, how about it, was it pretty? fethiye escort bayan Did you like kissing another girl, Miss Goody Two Shoes?”

Donna smiled, “It was so nice that if you had a penis, I’d be begging you to shove it in me right now, but you don’t.” Donna concluded sadly. Maybe she should have lied and said it was just a kiss, but she knew the lie wouldn’t fool Julia for a minute.

“So you think I am a good kisser, even if I don’t have a dick?” Julia asked, smiling back. Then she closed for another kiss, and once again, Donna just let her, only this time, she kissed back eagerly, right away. She felt this was pointless, but it felt so wonderful, so dreamy, she just didn’t want it to stop yet.

And it was more than a tad taboo, and that had some attraction, too. Sometimes Donna just wanted to be dirty, to be a little wicked. Just let it go on a little longer, that’s all. This time she felt Julia’s hands becoming a little more aggressive, gentle, to be sure, but wandering more. So she let her hands wander too, down Julia’s back, over the swell of the redhead’s right cheek (nice and firm), down her naked thigh (smooth and also firm).

Now she was pushing her tongue in Julia’s mouth, licking underneath her tongue where it was so soft and slippery, and Julia’s hand was moving between the brunette’s thighs, and that oh-so-knowing hand was cupping the crotch of her jeans, squeezing oh so warmly. It felt so good, so right, that Donna just had to let this go on for five or six squeezes, or maybe it was seven or eight or fifteen. Abruptly, Donna broke the kiss and gently pushed Julia’s shoulders back a little.

“Honey, you are too good a kisser. We have to stop now!” Donna protested, sounding a little too feeble even to her own ears. And apparently Julia thought so, too, the redhead just smiled and cocked one delicate golden-orange eyebrow and continued the rhythmic squeezing of Donna’s vulva through her very damp cutoffs. She glanced downward and saw in Julia’s terry cloth shorts a very definite camel-toe, and it was probably pretty damp too, although it was hard to tell with terrycloth.

She raised her eyes from her roommate’s cleft shorts and cleared her throat, and she knew she could feel herself blushing furiously – she was actually thinking about another girl’s pussy. Not to mention, Julia was looking at her and still squeezing hers. “Please stop that, Julia, I just can’t, not with a girl.” Donna heard the words come out of her mouth, and the editor in her mind approved, but her pussy didn’t, and right now, it was practically yelling at her.

With a sigh, Julia took her hand out of Donna’s lap, “What’s the problem, Donna? I know you are as turned on as I am. And it’s not like you’ll get pregnant. And you know damn well, I don’t need a dick to make you come.” Julia presented all this in soft, reasonable tones. But her hand was still on Donna’s thigh, stroking her softly, giving Donna’s flesh more gentle squeezes. It was maddeningly distracting, and Donna was also having to deal with what she really wanted: that hand back on her pussy. At least, that’s what Donna’s pussy wanted, and wanted it pretty badly, too.

Donna shook her head and covered Julia’s wandering hand with her own. “I’ve never shot heroin either. I am sure it would feel great, but I know I’ll never be an addict if I don’t try it even once.” She gave Julia her most earnest look, “And Julia, you are my best friend, and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. What if I fell in love with you? What if you didn’t and didn’t want to give up your boy friends, or what if it was the other way around? Then we wouldn’t be friends any more, and that would hurt me more than any boy ever could!”

Julia laughed, “You really know how to hit below the belt, for a best friend!”

“Sorry,” mumbled Donna, wondering if she was going to cry, wondering if Julia was going to take her hand off her thigh, wondering if Julia was going to kiss her again, wondering… Maybe if Julia just tried a little harder, she wouldn’t be able to resist. Then it wouldn’t be her fault, would it?

But then Julia was still laughing, “I mean, what a collection of what ifs? What if you went to class and fell off your roller-skates, hit your head on the curb and died? Are you going to stop going to class because you’re scared now? Jeez, girl! With my parents, I might have some problems about turning gay, but you? You’re an artist! You could have a husband and a wife and no one would be surprised! I’m sure some other artist has done it!” Julia shook her head, “And try this what if – What if you liked it and still liked boys, and so did I, and we were best friends ever after, who even had sex now and then? Maybe even when we’re old ladies and our husbands can’t get it up anymore! That, at least, is what I would hope and expect!” That had to be the longest speech that Donna had ever heard Julia make.

And it made more sense than her refusal, but still, Donna had a real hang up about the whole homosexual thing. She didn’t mind it in others, but she could never imagine herself… Although she had several times tonight… In fact, she was still imagining it now… “No, Julia,” she said softly, but firmly this time, “I just don’t think it would be a good idea.”

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It was after nine o’clock when Mona finally called. Lynn had fallen off into a wicked slumber after her shower-play and the ringing of her cell phone jolted her awake. The conversation was brief, mostly arrangements and such. Since Mona didn’t drink she decided she would drive. She would pick Lynn up at eleven. That was perfect. Lynn was a pretty quick dresser and she was sure she’d be ready with time to spare. She got up off her bed and headed over to her closet to select an outfit. She was still in a bit of a sexy euphoria from her strong shower orgasm and she wanted to keep that feeling. She flipped thru her tops and her bottoms looking for just the right combination of color, fabric and style. She could never go wrong with her basic black rayon blend pants that hugged her ass just so. They were what she called her showcase pants. She needed the right top to go with the pants. She decided she didn’t want to wear anything too long that would ruin the display just below her waist behind her. A nicely snug camisole top and a dark but sheer blouse would do the trick just fine. She laid out her outfit and chose her scent for the evening, then picked out a nice pair of heeled sandals.

By the time Mona showed up Lynn was ready for a night on the town and looking fine. They chitchatted and made the obligatory girl-talk in the car en route to the Lower East Side. There was a nice little club that Lynn had wanted to check out for a couple months and tonight was the night. It was pretty unassuming form the street, but once you got inside the door and down the stairs, it was like stepping into something from a movie. There was a good crowd of people and Jay-Z’s vocals thumped from the speakers riding a massive beat. It was like a sign that this was going to be a good night. Mona grabbed her hand and they made their way to the end of the bar to order drinks.

One hour and two and a half white wine spritzers later, she and Mona were shaking it up on the dance floor. They had managed to make their way to the very center of the dance floor and were receiving lots of attention from the fellas. The music changed to a reggae dancehall groove and Lynn saw Mona melt into the crowd, her body glued to smartly dressed guy with short dreads and a cleanly trimmed goatee, grooving in a sensual wind. Lynn continued to dance when she felt someone ease up behind her. She didn’t turn around, didn’t glance backward, but she stayed with the rhythm, moving to the beat and rolling her hips. The body moved tighter to her, apparently gaining confidence after not being resisted. She could feel him against her ass as she continued to wind her body to the heavy bass of the sensual groove. A hand slid to her waist and then another to the opposite side and she felt herself being guided to the rhythm. She never looked back. She didn’t care who fethiye escort the guy was behind her; she just wanted to enjoy the dance. She leaned forward slightly pushing her ass back into him, lowering her head and placing her hands on her knees. She swayed her ass against him, brushing past his crotch as she moved it from left to right and back again. She rose up and leaned back against his body. She placed her hands on top of his and moved with his body. She felt his fingers grip her hips and then she felt it; the rise in his pants hard up against her ass. She closed her eyes and reached her arms up above her head, clasping her fingers together behind his neck. His hands held firm to her hips, keeping her in front of him. His hard dick felt nice on her ass. It reminded her of that surprise train ride she’d had not too long ago. Of course, this guy wouldn’t be getting so lucky tonight. Still, it felt good. The record changed and changed again. The deejay must have mixed reggae dancehall for a good hour and Lynn enjoyed every single minute of it pressed against her mystery dancer, never turning, never allowing him to turn, keeping him a faceless stranger, nothing more than a grinding, undulating body with a nice, hard dick for her to manipulate at her discretion. The moment the music changed to classic R&B, she separated herself from his body and disappeared into the crowd of dancing bodies.

Mona was nowhere to be found. It was a habit with her. Once she found a guy she was digging on, that was it. Whore, Lynn thought. You’d better not leave me tonight. She made her way to the bar. It was packed but she managed to spot an opening at the end opposite where they sat when they came in. She made her way over and filled the space. The bartender came over to her and Lynn was stunned when she looked up.

“Hey hon, what can I get for you?”

“Can I have a white wine spritzer?” Lynn answered.

” You sure can.” The bartender replied with a smile and went about preparing the drink.

As the young woman worked Lynn realized she was staring at her. She was gorgeous but not glamorous. She wore a plain white tee shirt that fit her rather snug with the club name emblazoned across her chest. She had shoulder length dark hair of a chestnut brown shade and although she was rather slender, she curved nicely. She returned with the drink.

“One white wine spritzer for the dancehall queen.” She smiled. “I noticed you were working up a sweat out there on the floor for quite a while.” She placed a small bottled water next to the drink. “This ought to keep you from passing out due to dehydration, my compliments.”

Lynn was taken by surprise, but regained her tongue. “Thanks… Say, what’s your name?”

“Mandy. And PLEASE don’t start singing Barry Manilow, because I would hate to have to kill such a pretty escort fethiye woman.”

“Then I guess I’m safe.” Lynn replied, “Because Manilow makes my ears bleed. I’m Lynn, by the way. Thanks for the water.” She lifted the small bottle and gave it a little shake. She paid for the spritzer and was lucky enough to have the stool next to her open up. She sat and continued her drink as Mandy went off to serve other patrons. She turned away from the bar scanning the area for Mona. She was still nowhere in sight. Whore. She turned back to the bar and began to move her shoulders to the music.

She felt fingertips light gently on her back before they slid around to her left side. She turned her head to see a light skinned black man; about five foot ten with short hair and a clean shave looking at her intently through light brown eyes.

“Ready for round two?”

“I’m sorry.” Lynn replied, “Was there a round one?”

“There was definitely a round one. About eight songs deep, in the middle of the dance floor, remember?”

“Oh, so that was you behind me all that time?”

“That was me behind you all that time. And loving every minute of it… Even if you did refuse to turn around and face me.”

“The way I see it you were benefiting from my not turning around, so why complain?”

“True, true…” He replied, smoothing the non-existent hairs around his mouth. “I can’t even front on that, but I’m ready for round two, now. So what’s up?”

“I really just want to relax and finish my drink right now, actually.” She sipped her spritzer.

“Oh, so it’s like that, now? An hour ago you were rubbin’ ya ass all up on my dick and shit.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You get all freaky on the floor, givin’ up all the ass in the world, and then you wanna front. That’s the bullshit right there.”

“It was just a dance…”

“Whatever, bitch.”

“Hey!” Mandy’s voice rang in from behind the bar before Lynn could utter a word in her own defense. “You got a problem, Kelvin?”

“Nah Mandy, I’m cool”

“Listen, don’t be callin my girl out of her name or you can find somewhere else to hunt for cheap thrills. You’re lucky I don’t have your ass tossed for coming out of your face like that!”

“My bad Mandy, I ain’t even know it was like that, my bad.”

“Whatever, Kelvin. Just get the fuck out of my station.” She turned her attention to Lynn as Kelvin backed away into the crowd. “You alright hon?”

“Yeah, I’m great.” Lynn replied. “You dance with a guy once and he feels like he’s got fucking entitlements. Perfect way to ruin an evening.”

“He’s a regular around here. Always some shit going on with him. He’s fine until he gets rejected, then he can become a bit of an asshole, especially after a couple drinks. Shame too, because he’s got a sweet ass.” fethiye escort bayan She stuck out her pierced tongue and laughed.

Time whiled away between dances and spritzers. She forgot about the ugly incident at the bar and went about repairing her night. Mona made an appearance here and there but she was scarce for the most part. By the time three o’clock rolled around Lynn was back at the bar for water this time when Mona popped up. She had that look on her face; mischief in her eyes, teeth sunk into her bottom lip in a half naughty, half pleading grin. It always meant bad news for Lynn.

“No, Mona.” Lynn said before Mona could even say a word. “I know that look and you are NOT leaving me here to go and fuck some guy you just met.”

“Lynn, you make me sound like such a whore!” Mona exclaimed.

“Because you ARE!” Lynn responded. “You can’t leave me here. I won’t allow it.”

“For your information I did not just meet this guy. I know him from work; well not know him know him, but I’ve seen him around and we’ve been doing a little eye contact flirting and stuff and I couldn’t believe he was here tonight and…”

Lynn rolled her eyes and sighed. “Mona… You owe me tremendously for this, you know that, right?”

“Thank you, Lynn, you’re the best.” She leaned in and gave her a hug and a squeeze. “I so owe you, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” And then she was gone for the night. Lynn just shook her head and turned back to the bar. It was like she was back in college, being left at a party. She’d done it once or three times herself.

The night continued along, the crowd slowly thinning out. Soon enough, the bar was quiet and Lynn was sitting alone chair dancing to the music and sipping on bottled Poland Spring when Mandy came over.

“Hey there gorgeous, are you waiting on somebody?”

“Oh.” Lynn replied, “Not really. My friend was here with me, but she found someone she needed to go play with, so I’m just enjoying the music to go with my buzz.”

“Ahh, I see.” Mandy nodded. “Is she coming back for you? It’s almost quitting time; pretty soon your buzz is going to be all alone.”

“Really? What time is it?” Lynn asked as she checked the clock on her cell phone. It read four oh-five am. “Wow. I didn’t even realize the time. Is it easy to catch a taxi around here at this hour?”

“Where are you headed?” Mandy asked.

“Brooklyn. Damn near Queens. Kinda out there.” She cringed a little and bit her lip. “Probably not, huh?”

“You’d probably be better off going with a car service than hailing a taxi, to be honest. Tell you what though; I live about a block from here, I’m sure I have the number for a car service in my apartment. I’m done here in about fifteen minutes, then I will see to it that you get into a cab myself, what do you say?”

“Aww, thank you, you’re so sweet, I could kiss you.” Lynn cooed in exaggerated appreciation.

“Kisses are totally accepted from juicy little hotties like you.” Mandy giggled. “I’ll be

back in a few.”

End Act II

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Ever since Angela’s parents had accepted that she was with a woman, she has been happier than before. And the fact that they’d met me had made the rest of Angela’s year. Granted, the day could’ve gone better than it did, but Angela said she would not have changed a single thing about it – not the time I stepped on her fathers toes, literally, when I went in for a handshake, or that I’d spilled my red wine on her mother’s favorite white table cloth.

Her brothers had become accustomed to my clumsiness, and the fact that I was used to them and was comfortable around them spared them from it. They found the whole afternoon hilarious, and my poor angel was just embarrassed on my behalf – I mean she was as nervous as I was, if not even more.

All in all, I only left trampled toes and wine stains in my path of destructive clumsiness, other than my awkwardness. It was a successful-ish evening, so much so that they invited us over again, if not only for being pleasant. Well to Angela it wasn’t a pleasantry, I mean she’s their daughter. But in my case, it may have been. Still, it was a great feat, one that made Angela all the more comfortable in being with me. A woman. She hadn’t been with a lot of women before, but I wasn’t her first.

The festive season had come around again, and with that it meant more jobs for Angela outside of her radio hours. People were having parties left, right and centre and she was one of the most-wanted hosts for a lot of the parties all over the country. She’d gotten into this line of work and was so successful at it because it fit her personality, as if the job was designed in such a way to fit her. However, I was quite the opposite of her. In a way, we brought a sort of a balance to each other.

I’d spent most of the festive break at my apartment, getting together with friends and visiting my parents. However we had planned on spending the New Year holiday together, so I’d be going to the NYE festival she’d be hosting this year. I didn’t go with her, opting to spoil my group of friends again this year. Anyway why should it change this year? So, we had all access passes again and the VIP treatment that came with it, but what made me happier was that I would be sharing it with Angela this time, as my girlfriend and not merely as someone I had an interest in.

This year she was to host at a different NYE festival at a different city as they rotated locations each year. She was scheduled to go to one of the bigger city’s in the country and that meant more – in quantity – of everything. More people, more drunkenness, more fans, and a bigger VIP. I mean I don’t have any fear about being in crowds or anything, but I could only handle so much of it at a time. Everyone partied the night away and she was just as amazing at hyping the crowd up as she had been a year ago. I preferred to be backstage than sitting around with everyone at VIP and my people understood that.

Now Angela is amazing at what she does, and what she does is interact with people who are fans, her colleagues, some of whom are celebrities, and celebrities in the entertainment industry. All these people came off as successful to the public eye, and they were all desirable to the public eye and other celebrities alike. It wasn’t any different to Angela’s case. Just because she was with someone did not exempt her from being hit-on by anyone, especially as our relationship wasn’t public general knowledge.

At first I would be jealous when I’d hear or witness others flirt with her, but one day she pointed out that she didn’t flirt back, she just shrugs it off with a joke. She was right, she’s quick and witty with her words, such a smooth talker. As it was a bigger party, bigger crowd, it also meant a bigger personnel. She was on stage alongside another big-time celebrity who is an actor, co-hosting. They danced together on that stage and brought fire to the crowds. The crowd went wild every time they did. I felt a pang of jealousy but I did not even entertain it because Angela’s love for me and commitment to our relationship was clear to me the whole night.

Besides, I knew she wasn’t really fond of the guy because he had too much of an ego, like he’d overdosed on confidence in order to detract from another aspect he was lacking in. “Well you know what they say about people who overly-compensate in one area of their life, don’t you?” I’d joked with a grin months before when she said she doesn’t like him. Yet, here we were tonight, thousands of us witnessing the magic they were making on stage. He’d flirted numerous times with her and each time she’d deflect, using her humour and wit.

She was very charming even when she wasn’t trying to be, and at that moment I thought it’s one of her attributes that I’ve grown immune to, but not other people. I mean it still worked every time when she put it to her mind to be charming, but when she wasn’t I, I was no longer taken aback by it. She walked up to me and planted a kiss on my lips while I was still in my head so I hadn’t noticed her coming to me.

“What’s marmaris escort that little smile about?” She asked after planting the kiss on me unsuspectingly.

“Oh I’m just lost in my own world. Thinking about how amazing this past year has been. I’ve become so much better as a person. Ok, to get to the point, what I’m saying is I like that actor guy you’re on stage with even less now,” I said as I took a sip of my drink quickly in an attempt to drown out the last bit of my sentence.

She didn’t giggle, she didn’t chuckle at that, no, not at all. She belted out a laugh that infected me with a laughing spell of my own. She started fanning herself with her hand as she’d gotten hot from laughing so much. Home, I felt at home in a stadium filled with 50 000 strong people, with music blasting noisily through gigantic speakers, and everything else going on around us – I felt that serene feeling of being at home again. I kissed her on the lips and she got back on stage. Apparently she’d seen that I was in my head while she was on stage and thought to come and check up on me, she said. She understood me, she just got me, and at that moment I shot up a quick thank you to the heavens as I felt so blessed to have her in my life.

When the countdown to the new year was down to 5, she sneaked off the stage to kiss me into the new year. This girl never failed to amaze me. We’d been grown in our past relationships as well as this current one that we understood that our ways of expressing love are different, and that we’d have to learn the other’s love language. She wasn’t one to talk at length about her love for me, but she showed me through so many things she did that she loves me. I on the other hand would pour out my heart to her. I’d send her long texts she started calling them essays, or I’d talk her ear off telling her how much I love her and she’d called those speeches, jokingly, of course.

Once her slot was up for hosting the party we left for our hotel room. She had been busy for most of the day, having had woken up at 4 a.m. that morning for a busy day. When we got to the hotel she got a quick shower, followed by me. When I got out she was already sleeping and I cuddled up behind her. She had another busy day ahead at three other New Years Day parties around the city, so we were booked into the hotel for another night.

I’d had my fair share of parting and needed some time away from the crowds. As it was a coastal city I wanted nothing more than to go to the beach but knew undoubtedly that it was going to be packed so I opted out of that. I called up a friend who stays in the city and asked if he wanted to hang out. Besides, it had been a while since we got together. Stephen already had plans, unsurprisingly, but I was more than happy to join him after he’d told me what it had entailed.

Yes, it was a public holiday, but Stephen and some friends had managed to book out a racetrack for the entire day, and they’d spend it speeding some of high-class cars around it. When he said I should join them I couldn’t say no to that solicited invitation, unintentional as it was. I had a great time, and checking-in with Angela every now and then, it seemed she was also having a great day. The event organizers were picking her up from the location she’d be at, but I’d pick her up from her last function and when the time came around I was reluctant to end the thrilling day I had been having.

I bade farewell to Stephen and everyone else and set off to the love of my life. As I considered the prospect of driving on the public road I knew it would take everything in me to keep within the speed limit of the roads. 60 km/hm I was sure would feel like such a snail’s pace after reaching up to 232 km/hm. I loved the rush I got on the race track and I wanted more of it but I knew better. I checked if it was safe for me, and the coast was clear so I pulled out of the gates of the racetrack arena and onto the road.

As I did that I saw a bright light beaming from the corner of my eye as soon as I drove into the road When I turned to face that direction, a pair of headlights blinded me as there was nothing more I could do. I relaxed my body, looking up to the sky instantly as if it would understand what I was trying to say. Even I didn’t know what I was trying to communicate but I was sure nonetheless that I was communicating something.

Next thing I remember I’m hearing noises that I can’t make out, as well as voices shouting above me. I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy, but I manage to put all my will into opening them. As much as I tried they fluttered closed as quickly as I forced them open. I’m being moved along a corridor, and I try getting up but my body feels heavy like it was bound down. I tried talking but my mouth wouldn’t move as if it was closed shut using super-glue. Next thing I went into a panic as I thought: ‘Angela! What happened? Where is Angela? God! I think I was in an accident. Where am I? I need to call Angela, she’s going to be worried. Oh no, I hope she doesn’t call my parents marmaris escort bayan to ask if they know where I am, they’re going to be freaked out.’ All these thoughts fought to dominate my attention, but each thought gave way to the next which spun me into a frenzy of panic. As heavy as my physical body felt, my mental body was up and about, flipping about internally.

“She’s crashing…” and I did not hear the rest of the sentence as I drowned again into an unwanted unconsciousness I couldn’t even fight off.

I don’t know how long it had been when I roused again. My eyes weren’t as heavy as they were but I was still struggling to keep them open as I tried looking around the room. My neck hurt as I turned it slowly, my arm grew tired quickly as I lifted it, trying to drag away this thing on my face that was bothering me. I heard the constant beeping in the background starting to go into a frenzy again and I identified it as the heart-rate monitor, instantly remembering what happened the last time I heard that happen.

I willed myself to relax and stay calm so that I do not panic and raise my heart rate too high. Who knows what’s going to happen if I do that anyway? Better safe than sorry. I want to last longer this time than I did last time. I remember feeling so tired that I fell back into unconsciousness again, but this time I felt it slowly overcoming me and I did not want to put my energy in fighting off the inevitable. So I just welcomed it.

Next time I came to, it was the warmth of a hand in mine that first got my attention. I sighed as I tried to open my eyes and as before, they fluttered open for a second and closed. It was Angela. She was unaware that I’d regained consciousness. She was staring straight ahead at the wall opposite her and I saw her face in profile. She looked terrible – she had dark eye bags, her eyes were freshly red so I knew she’d been crying, and they looked vacant, like I was staring at a wax model of her. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, excruciatingly, as I closed my eyes and quickly opening them so she could see that I was awake.

I saw her looking at me and she had stopped breathing, as if exhaling would be the end of me. I tried to tell her to breathe and it came out as a croak. Everything I did took so much effort and I felt so exhausted. She told me to not say anything and to relax, that she was here for me and our families had visited me. I looked into her eyes and felt a tear roll down my face, followed by a fresh flood of tears in her own eyes. She told me to go to sleep and that she’d be right here for me.

I woke up again and had no idea how long it had been, but the doctor was there talking to Angela. I heard her say that I’d made good progress and if things carried on as they were, I’d be out of the ICU soon. “Hey,” my voice croaked, my throat not as painful as before. She turned quickly, followed by the person she was with in the room.

“Hey,” she softly said, a small reassuring smile filling her face as she rushed to my side. The doctor went on the opposite side of her and checked my vitals, shining a light into my eyes as she instructed me to follow the light. She placed her index finger in my hand and asked me to squeeze and I did, but very loosely.

“Everything appears to be good here,” she said as she scribbled something down into my file. “I’ll ask the nurses to inject some pain meds into your drip cause I imagine you are in pain. Don’t try to force yourself into doing anything, just relax and let your body recover. You will get there, but don’t push yourself there.”

She walked to the bottom-end of my bed, placed the file down and took a final look at us and walked out. Angela sat down with her hands in mine. “How are you?” I croaked my way through, taking a breather through each word.

“Oh sweetheart,” she started, “I’ve been better,” she chuckled with tears in her eyes. I chuckled too but it ended up coming out as a cough.

A nurse walked in and prepared to inject the pain meds into my IV. Angela looked at me, “I’m so relieved you’re conscious, we were all so worried. I need to call everyone and tell them the good news, but that can wait. I just want to be with you right now, just here, quiet.”

“I love you,” I swallowed as I felt myself dozing off. ‘It must be the meds kicking in,’ I thought to myself.

She kissed me on the forehead and replied in the same way, “I love you too.” And I fell off into a slumber.

I was determined to regain my strength, and I guess a big part of that was thank to Angela – her determination had rubbed off on me gradually during our relationship and had become a part of me too. I was discharged from the hospital after two weeks but had to attend physio twice a week as there was still a long road ahead for my rehabilitation.

Angela wanted me to move in with her but I protested. I couldn’t bear to be her responsibility and I wanted her to focus on her work as much as she could. She was peaking steadily in her career, and after the time she took off escort marmaris work while I was in the hospital, I couldn’t detract her any longer from it. She’d take a day off here and there during my two-week hospital stay and her listeners had missed her on the days she wasn’t on-air.

I decided to go back home with my parents and the last thing I wanted was to be a burden on them too. After every session the physiotherapist gave me activities to do til the next session and I made sure to keep up with what was demanded of me. And to be honest I pushed myself every time. I hated the position I was in and I wanted to be over with this whole experience as soon as I could.

It took a few more weeks for me to recover so much so that I’d be able to go back to work, but my business had expanded ever since. I had gotten a business partner towards the end of the previous year and he had taken over everything. He did such a good job that I couldn’t help but feel that he was brought into my business in preparation for what was to happen to me.

I started going back into the office, but I still couldn’t manage a full day of work. I hired a live-in caretaker as a precautionary measure, not that I needed to, and Angela was at my place more often than not during the week. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with her driving so much after my accident, but I knew that what happened to me was just a strike of bad luck for me.

My relationship with Angela had also taken a strain, but my family, along with hers, were by our sides when things got bad. The more I recovered we gradually got better too, and we started being sexual with each other again and things improved even more. She was patient with me and I was grateful for that, but sometimes I would push her away.

The cops had explained to me that there was a group that was racing on the strip by the racetrack. The racetrack was located at an industrialized part of the city. Since it was the New Years holidays, there were hardly any people around that area as the factories and businesses were closed. The group decided to go racing in that area, but unfortunately some of them were intoxicated. The driver that hit me was intoxicated and managed to get away with a few bruises and cuts.

They were pressing charges but I was uninterested in doing so. My parents, Angela and Angela’s family had all encouraged me to press charges but I didn’t. I explained to them that I was alive and it wasn’t like they had the intention of killing me. Yes, what they did was illegal, but the State was already pressing charges and had more than enough evidence to punish them. They didn’t need me; all I could’ve contributed to the case was a harsher punishment. They let the issue go and accepted my decision. Besides, I didn’t want anything to remind me of it, and pressing charges would’ve done exactly that.

It took me a few months to get back to normal functioning, but I was never the same again. I’d have days where I wouldn’t be able to get through the whole day. I would have to take a break, but those were very few and far between, it only happened once in a blue moon.

Angela and I decided that this was the best time to get our pets, and so we did. She chose a weekend that wasn’t busy for her and came over to my place on Friday night. On Saturday we went to the pet shop and had a look around at the pets. As we were making our way through the shop we came to the kittens first and instinctively started with Angela picking her kitten. She got into the holding area with them and interacted with them to get a feel for one she connected with most.

As I stood and watched them through the glass window I heard barking to the side. I was drawn to the barks and left Angela to make her choice without even thinking about it. As soon as I got to the holding area where the puppies were kept, my attention was instantly taken by one in particular. I learned that it was a mixed breed between Siberian Husky and Alaskan Malamute. I asked the store-assistant to open for me so I could get in and see if we get along. The dog also seemed to take an interest in me and I fell in love that moment.

I sat down and held the puppy to me, nuzzling it under its chin. Angela had already made her choice and came to have a look at what was going on with me. I saw her looking at us with this amused look on her face and I knew she approved of my choice.

We went back home and got our pets accustomed to the new environment. I took my puppy and showed him around and his kennel. Angela did the same with the cat and showed it around the house although it was less interested than the dog. She was already in the bedroom when I was done with my puppy, and she asked, “How’s Garfield adjusting? Snoopy was ready to be on her way the moment we stepped through the door. I think she was comfortable enough to explore the house on her own.”

“Oh so we’re going with Garfield and Snoopy, I see,” I stated more than asked. She laughed and I sat on the bed next to her as I added, “Let’s give them a bit of time to get comfortable with the environment. Their already somewhat comfortable with each other as the pet shop owners expose the kitten and puppies to each other. In a few minutes we must put out food and water and milk for them.”

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The room through the doorway was smaller and darker than the one Jen had just left. The walls were painted a deep blue with the thick carpet under her feet a similar shade and a single window letting in dappled light from the rear of the house. In the centre of the room there was a bed in a wrought iron frame, the mattress covered with blue sheets only and what looked like ribbons hanging from the frame. From looking round the room, she could see that this was not Mistress’ own bed – the room was almost bare, except for a few small shelves with candles on them. Mistress stood on the other side of the room, the bed between her and Jen.

‘Come, my dear.’ She spoke, her voice warm and inviting. ‘Lie down here.’ She patted the bed with her hand. Jen obeyed the instruction and climbed onto the bed, noting as she touched it that the sheet covering it was silk, warm to the touch. She lay on her back, arms loosely at her side, legs straight, looking up towards Mistress standing over her.

‘Good. Now, my dear, it is time for you to learn of the pleasures of restraint. As this will be the first time this has been done to you, it may be uncomfortable at times because your body is not used to it but the minor discomfort should only serve to heighten your pleasure when you become accustomed to it. It is the role of a slave to accept whatever discomfort her Mistress deems her worthy of, of course, but I am still learning about the limits your body can take. If you reach a point when your body becomes too painful or you are about to incur irreparable damage then you are to say the word ‘strawberry’ and I will stop and untie you immediately. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Mistress, I understand.’

‘Good. Now, hold out your arms for me.’ Jen stretched out her arms until she was in a cruciform position. Mistress grabbed her right wrist as it came to close to her and took one of the ribbons from the bed, tying it round Jen’s wrist firmly then affixing it to the frame of the bed. As she walked around the bed to do the same to the other, Jen could feel the smooth material rubbing against her wrist, some mix of silk and satin, fixed tight enough to prevent her hands from slipping out but loose enough to not damage her. As Mistress tied her other wrist to the other corner of the bed, Jen could feel the muscles of her shoulder and upper body being stretched and strained slightly, her breasts perking as the muscles pulled upwards.

She could see Mistress walking down to the bottom of the bed, wrapping the silk straps around her ankles and then fixing her legs in an open position, finally leaving Jen in an ‘X’ on the bed, stretched out but with just enough slack in the straps to move slightly and relieve the strain on her body when it was needed. She could see Mistress standing at the end of the bed, leaning on the iron frame as she looked over her, smiling wickedly.

‘Mmm. You look delectable, my sweet Jen. But a few more things first.’ She moved away from the bed and walked over to the left of the room. Jen turned her head and could just see her on the periphery of her vision, reaching up to one of the shelves and taking a box of long matches. Her eyes tracked Mistress around the room as best they could from that position, watching her light a series of candles, before she disappeared behind the bed. Jen heard a dragging noise as the room suddenly went darker and surmised that Mistress had drawn the curtains, the room now only lit by the flickering light of the candles.

The sound of Mistress’ heels was muffled by the carpet, and fethiye escort Jen was surprised when she saw her head appear directly above hers, upside down as she leant over the head of the bed, her hair, coloured all sorts of shades by the flickering candle light, falling around her face, casting it in shadow.

Her voice came out of that shadowed space, as commanding and irresistible as before. ‘One last thing. Raise your head for me.’

Jen pulled on the straps around her wrists to take the strain from her back as she raised her head up from the softness of the bed. As she did, she saw Mistress’ hands move swiftly towards her, something between them… and then, nothing as what felt like thick velvet covered her eyes, a blindfold swiftly fitted tightly, blocking out all the light.

‘Now lay your had back down slowly.’ Jen did as Mistress’ voice commanded, sensing that she was moving around the room as she spoke, but unable to pinpoint where. ‘Now, I must leave you alone for a few brief moments, but do not fear, for I shall return.’ Jen heard one of the doors open and close quickly, and then she was alone.

For a moment, Jen wondered if Mistress had tricked her, merely opening and closing the door while remaining in the room. She tried to remain still, breathing only softly, her heart slowly returning to its normal rate after its exertions in the other room. She tried to listen for sounds of Mistress moving round the room, or merely standing still and breathing, but she couldn’t tell. As she lay there trying to sense Mistress, she felt something else, something like an absence, a hollow in the centre of her self. She thought about what she was feeling and realised that Mistress had left her alone, that her body, her soul was telling her that she was alone, however temporarily. She shuddered as she realised what it meant, how close she was already becoming to Mistress, what she had become to Jen in this short time. Already, she had grown used to the collar around her neck, accepted it’s grip on her throat, the feel of the bonds around her wrists and ankles already felt natural to her.

She breathed deeply, trying to calm herself again, hoping that she could breathe in what trace of Mistress’ sweet scent was left in the room. Instead, she breathed in a new aroma, the heady, sensual smell from the candles as it filled the room. She could recognise some scents from candles she had burned herself, but others were new to her, mixing richly into an aroma that was just enough to distract her senses, just heady enough to relax her and make her happy to wait, knowing that Mistress wouldn’t abandon her. She relaxed, thinking of the path that had brought her here, and wondering what delights Mistress would show her next.

She didn’t move or speak as heard the door reopen, then close again swiftly afterwards, wanting to show Mistress how calm she was, how accepting she was of her new presence. She could feel that hole within her close as she heard Mistress walk around the room, her senses heightened by the blindfold, able to smell traces of Mistress’ scent amidst the aroma of the candles. The mattress to the left of her sank downwards as Mistress moved onto it and Jen was able to hear her shallow breathing as she slid close to her.

The first touch was a hand on her stomach, Mistress’ hand laid flat on it then moving around, her fingers tracing the lines of Jen’s muscles, making little patterns on her skin, then another hand added there, moving wider over her chest, along her sides and her arms, feeling the tension in escort fethiye her sinews, caressing her softly and warmly. Then, a softness on her belly as Mistress’ hair moved across it, Jen vividly seeing the pattern of auburn curls on her pale skin in her mind’s eye. Involuntarily she squirmed as Mistress’ lips touched her navel, as soft and wet as she had imagined them being, but also cold, the brief chill unexpected to her warm body. Mistress’ lips moved up her body, her hands now stroking the sides of Jen’s breasts, kissing the little hollow between them before placing them on her left nipple.

Jen could feel her nipple hardening against the cold touch of Mistress’ lips, her body starting to pull against her bonds as her pleasure increased. Then she felt Mistress’ mouth open, sucking her nipple into her mouth and the cold touch became more intense as her nipple touched the shard of ice in Mistress’ mouth. She gasped at the shock of the cold, her body reacting to the strange new feeling as Mistress’ cold tongue flicked against the engorged nub, alternating contact with the ice. All her senses seemed to be concentrated on that one tiny point of her body and she could feel the patterns on Mistress’ tongue as it rubbed against her, sense the crystals of the ice melting as they came into contact with her body. Soon, all the ice had melted away and she felt Mistress draw away from her and climb off the bed. Jen felt herself about to plead for more but stopped herself, knowing this would displease Mistress.

Then, the mattress to the right of her sank down and she realised Mistress was about to repeat her actions on the other side. It came again, the soft caress of her hands, the smooth touch of her hair, the cold kisses on her chest and then her right nipple became the centre of her pleasure, as Mistress’ icy kiss landed upon it. She remembered what Mistress had told her earlier and focused on her pleasure, trying to control herself and not seek the release that was so close. Her legs pulled at their bonds as she tried to pull them together, feeling the wetness building in her slit, hoping would Mistress would soon pay her attention there.

As the ice melted, she felt Mistress move away again and this time the mattress between her legs sank away from her and she realised that Mistress was kneeling there, feeling the warm leather of her trousers rub against her legs. Again, she saw it in her mind’s eye, her pale body stretched out on the dark silk, flickering shadows playing across it while a vision of beauty kneeled between her legs, the leather on her legs flowing in the light like a second skin, colours playing in her hair.

Her thoughts was disrupted by a new sensation from her legs, a point of cold on the top of each of her thighs each a mirror image of the location of the other. She could sense them moving in parallel, Mistress using them to trace patterns on her legs. As each melted, they left a thin trail of water behind, leaving the pattern cool on her leg as it slowly dissipated into her skin. She tried to concentrate on the patterns to see what Mistress was tracing, but her mind was confused, distracted by the mirrored sensations coming from each leg, slowly moving higher. She could sense the shards melting against the warmth of her body, the tips of Mistress’ fingers coming closer to her skin, occasionally brushing against her, the spots of rare warmth adding to the crazy sensations moving through her. Then, as the shards became shorter, Mistress quickly traced them up over her chest, quickly circling her still erect fethiye escort bayan nipples, along the cords of her neck and to her lips. Jen opened her mouth eagerly and felt Mistress slowly dangle one of the shards between her lips, gripping it between two fingers as it rubbed on her tongue. Jen let Mistress slide her fingers along her tongue, sucking on them and the ice, feeling it melt as she warmed the cool flesh of Mistress’ fingers with her tongue.

As one shard melted on her tongue, Mistress traced the other under Jen’s chin, the cool water mixing with the beads of sweat that had begun to form, it’s movement paralleling the up and down slide of Mistress’ fingers within her mouth. Swiftly, she swapped one set of fingers for the others, her warm fingers now stroking the side of Jen’s neck. Despite the effect of the ice, Jen could feel her body on fire, her hips moving up and down in rhythm with Mistress’ stroking, feeling the warmth of her body so close to her, but denied the contact she craved.

As the last of the ice in her mouth melted, Mistress withdrew her fingers from Jen’s mouth. Jen felt the mattress beneath her head sink as Mistress’ hands moved there, her weight shifting forward. Again, she felt the soft caress of Mistress’ long hair on her body, first on her stomach with additional delight as a few strands moved, gossamer-light, across her clit. Then, it moved up her body, brushing over her breasts, teasing her aroused nipples, around her neck until she felt it nestling around her face. She could sense it enclosing their faces together, just faint light from the candles breaking through the shadow, Mistress moving her face so close to hers it felt like there were only a few atoms of space between them. Then she felt it, soft breath on her lips, so close they were sharing the same breath, Mistress’ lips held just above her. Jen felt her heart beating hard and heavy, the blood running through her veins so warm, her whole body seeming to anticipate contact with Mistress’ lips. She remained poised like that for what seemed like an eternity, the sense of her breath driving Jen wild inside, so tempted to move her head just that fraction upwards that would reward her with that first taste of Mistress’ lips, but she knew she had to keep control and wait.

Soon, just when Jen thought she could take no more and was about to surrender to her desire, Mistress moved slightly, letting her lips brush against Jen’s just so slightly. Then, they moved back, brushing against her once more before finally claiming her, Mistress moving her head down firmly against Jen’s, their lips meeting forcefully, Mistress’ tongue pushing eagerly against them, Jen willingly opening up and letting her inside. As Mistress kissed her slowly and passionately, it was as though a switch had been flicked within Jen, fire running through her nerves, every nerve ending tingling with sensation as if her whole body was part of her lips. She felt a wave of pleasure within her unlike anything she had felt before, coming to a peak far beyond anything else she had ever known and she was powerless to prevent it. Mistress’ kiss continued as she came, her tongue exploring Jen’s mouth, their lips eagerly rubbing against each other. It was as though Mistress’ lips were the source of all pleasure, filling Jen up with delight. Wave after wave broke within her, her body twitching and straining, pulling at her bonds, the restraint she encountered acting like a mirror, reflecting her pleasure back at her, redoubled and more intense.

Mistress broke the kiss, pushing herself up and away from Jen, but she was already lost in her orgasm and barely noticed the movement of the mattress as Mistress climbed off. Jen felt like her body was exploding from within, gone far away into this new world of joy.

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Prologue

Where do I even begin in trying to describe my friends? How does one even pick a single point that might possibly give you even the smallest idea of what these bitches are really like? Don’t get me wrong, I adore them all, each and every one of them, they just drive me crazy sometimes. I’ve known a couple of them for most of my life, the rest kind of filtered in over the years in one way or another and just hung around, got attached to the group and never left. We’re a weird mix and always end up with some very strange looks whenever we’re out together, simply because we don’t look like we should all be friends. I guess maybe the best way to go about this is just mostly chronological, so we’ll start with my best friend, the girl that’s been by my side my entire life.

Angel and I have been best friends since birth, well okay, maybe that’s a little bit of a stretch, but her family moved into the house next door to mine when we were four. It was an older neighborhood then, mostly elderly retired couples so we were the only kids in the neighborhood regularly. This meant that we were friends by default fairly instantly but it actually worked out and we clicked and became inseparable by the time school started. When all the other kids in our kindergarten class were being weird and trying to make friends, we had each other and it was great. My dad used to say that we were connected at the hip, I guess in a way we still are, even though a lot has changed in the years we’ve been friends. I’ll get into all that later because it’s a long, detailed and slightly sordid story that needs more time than I’m willing to put in right this second.

Angel was always that cute kid, you know the one, all the parents loved her, all the boys pulled her pigtails because they had crushes on her and all the girls wished they could be her. This became worse when we hit seventh grade and puberty hit because it hit Angel full on and damn did it do a good job. She was always the tallest in the group even before she hit her current five foot eleven inches and that height gives her legs most girls would die for. Even at one hundred and sixty-five pounds, not that she would ever admit that she was such a weight, her height means that she carries it perfectly and I will personally give two hundred dollars to anyone who can find extra fat anywhere on that girls body. If nothing else, looking for it would be a hell of a lot of fun, but we’ve all looked, believe me, it’s not there.

To top all that off, you have perfect skin with the perfect tan, perfect waistline, perfect teeth, silky blond hair almost to her waist and stunning blue eyes. Okay, okay, maybe I’m a little partial, she is my best friend after all but it doesn’t make those things any less true, or less appealing. Unfortunately for all the guys out there who are constantly staring at her, she and I both came out of the closet at twelve years old. That’s a whole different story though, and I’ll make sure I get into it later on at some point or another, hopefully, maybe, it’s possible. Anyway, that’s Angel in a nutshell physically, as for her style, well, imagine your typical popular girl, fitted jeans, adorable tops and expensive shoes and you’ve got Angel. Sometimes I just look at her and ask if she’s sure she’s gay, just to be certain, she always just laughs and says she is and to stop being an ass.

Next on the list is Jamie, James we all call her and she joined our little posse when it was just Angel and I back in around the fourth grade. She was a riot even then with her goofball ways and unending antics, a class-clown if there ever was one and always able to make everyone laugh. She’s a little spacey sometimes, more ADHD than anything else but it make hanging out with her hilarious since she’s never on one subject for more than a few minutes. She’s the shortest member of the group at only five foot two inches but she has a personality big enough for us all. With a joke for almost everything and a one line zinger where she lacks jokes, the group really wouldn’t be the same without her. She also happens to be loyal to a fault and one of the best friends a girl could ask for, always around to pick you up and make you smile when the world knocks you down.

She’s the dude of the group and don’t even give me that look, she’s the first to admit it and she damn well likes it that way. Dark brown hair always in a faux-hawk and forever perfectly styled, typically with a bleach blond streak in the front, just to the left side. That streak and a single piercing in her left eyebrow are her form of rebellion, that and perpetually dressing like a high school boy. Baggy jeans and either a polo or jersey are her uniform of choice, typically finished off with boots of some kind. Her deep brown eyes always seem to twinkle with a hint of mischief that the rest of us can’t seem to keep up with. She’s damn cute and she knows it, uses it to her advantage and is almost as bad as I am, almost, fethiye escort but not quite. Occasionally she’ll settle down into something like a relationship, but those are rare and typically don’t last long, a few weeks, sometimes four or five months.

The next to join our little group, which really isn’t very little anymore but it’s small enough for us, was Rascal, no, that isn’t her real name but she’s the youngest of the group, a year younger than the rest of us. Not to mention the fact that she’s forever in some kind of trouble and can’t seem to stay the hell out of it to save her life. Her name is actually Rebecca and she joined the group when we were in sixth grade, she was the little geek that skipped a grade and ended up in middle school with the rest of us. She’s fairly average at five foot five inches with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes but she’s a riot with her pain-in-the-ass ways. Forever in and out of juvie in our early years, the only thing that allowed Rascal to even graduate with the rest of us was the fact that she was damn smart and was always able to test circles around the rest of us.

Damn genius IQ of hers, let me tell you, it’s all at once sexy as hell and irritating as all fuck but, we deal with it since she was willing to help us with homework when we needed it. She’s a bit of a tomboy, not nearly as bad as James of course, but rarely seen in anything other than jeans and a tank top. If it’s cold she’ll add on a hoodie of some kind, but that’s about as far as it goes and she always finishes the look off with a pair of skater shoes. She’s best known for her escapades in shoplifting and minor assault, though she stopped getting into as many fights once she hit eighteen and it became a serious offense. The rest of us have always just sort of rolled with it since she’s never turned those fists of fury on us, so we just tended to sit back and watch the show she put on.

Next on the list in the fun parade is Zara who is like a group all her own within our larger group of friends and doesn’t she just know it. She joined the group in seventh grade and even then she was absolutely stunning, Jamaican on her fathers’ side and Vietnamese on her mothers, perfect complexion that we all hate her for, except Angel, who has skin just as nice, both of them without even trying, the bitches. Her skin is the color of a smooth caramel mocha and her eyes are so dark they’re almost as black as her hair, which, by the way, is perfect too. Yeah, I know, want to slap her already don’t you? It’s okay, so do we but we refrain because even though she’s gorgeous at five foot seven and a size five, she’s the sweetest person you’ll ever meet. She’s our good egg, the one that’s never been in trouble and always tries to see the good in everyone, even when the rest of us swear there’s no good to be had.

She’s the only one of us that’s been in any kind of decent steady relationship over the past few years and while we give her a hard time about it, we love them both and would feel like something was missing if they ever broke up. She’s our fashionista and will eagerly tell the majority of us what; exactly we are doing wrong in our wardrobes, myself, Rascal and James more than the others. She’s also our conscious, our sounding board and will always tell us when we’re being ridiculous or talk us down from whatever craziness we’re thinking about getting into. She spends a lot of time telling us to calm down and see things from each other’s perspective and has actually managed to diffuse quite a few spats within the group that, without her, would have been total blowouts and probably ended friendships.

Now we might as well follow Zara up with her girlfriend, Danielle, who graced the group with her presence the same year as Zara, right after we came back to school from Christmas break. The two couldn’t be more different, like night and day in so many ways that only begins with the physical and goes from there. Where Zara and dark and exotic, Dani is a pale Irish girl through and through, white as can be, almost unruly red hair and green eyes with just enough freckles across her nose and cheeks to make her cute rather than gorgeous. She’s a sweet girl in her own right, as long as you happen to be Zara, otherwise she’s a bit rough around the edges. She’s snarky, sarcastic and has an insult for everything, we love her for it though since she rarely turns it on us and she’s normally right on. Zara attempts to keep her from going off the deep end but, hey, you can only keep a girl from her sarcasm for so long, right?

We think she’s damn hilarious but, Zara tries to keep her from ’embarrassing us’, if only she knew that we’re all already thinking everything Dani says anyway. She’s only half an inch shorter than Zara and roughly the same weight though a little less curvy than her girlfriend. They make a rather odd pair, admittedly but then when you really stop and watch them, definitely when they don’t realize that you’re escort fethiye watching, they’re cute as hell. Which, if I’m being completely honest, makes me want to puke half the time. Anyway, whatever, not talking about my hang-ups here, we’re getting to know the group so we’ll wrap this one up and move on. Dani is around a lot and we’re fine with that, they were both part of the crowd before they started dating and we support them completely, even when we’re giving them crap.

Now we’ll move right along to Courtney, or Court, the only member of the group I haven’t fallen into bed with at some point or another. Don’t judge me bro, seriously. Anyway, Court is our virgin, yep, you heard me right, group virgin, not that I haven’t tried valiantly over the last few years. She’s waiting until she’s married, yeah, good luck with that Court, let me know when that one happens. She’s an adorable blond with slightly longer than shoulder length hair and hazel eyes that looks like your typical sorority sister. She’s five foot eight, slim built with curves and muscles in all the right places, not that I’ve looked or anything, you know, maybe just a little. Whatever, she’s a cheerleader, shocking in this group I know, but it’s true and she’s damn good. She’s also a gymnast and a dancer, something that we’re all made painfully aware of whenever she goes to the club with us and dances circles around us all.

She’s actually fairly shy, painfully so most of the time and only ended up in the group when she transferred to our school in eighth grade and I developed a massive crush on her. She didn’t know anyone and so we invited her to sit with us at lunch, and by us I mean me of course, who else? She ended up opening up a little around us after a while and even though she refused to return my flirting, already onto my game even then I’m sure, she grew on us and we adore her. She’s our moral compass, not that some of us really listen to the advice she gives us, but we appreciate the thought all the same. At least she cares enough to worry about our eternal souls since most of us couldn’t care less about such mundane things. Maybe someday she’ll talk James, Rascal and I into going to church with her, then again, maybe not, definitely not, I’d hate to have the place burst into flames when we walked through the front door.

I guess that leaves me now and that’s just a path that I hate to even start down but, I promised so here we go anyway. I’m Lux, yes, that really is my name, I swear with everything in me. My parents are a little weird, my father teaches Latin at the local university and my mother Mythology so here I am, Lux Artemis Marks. Laugh and I’ll kick your ass I swear, not even joking. I got my mothers’ practically bleach blond hair which I keep fairly short, kind of punk in style and my fathers’ eyes that can’t decide if they’re blue, green or something between the two. While they flip between the two colors sometimes, most of the time they just look kind of pale gray which gets me a lot of attention, which I am the first to admit that I like. I’m a little bit of an attention whore, though most of my friends will tell you I’m just a flat out whore. Haters.

I’m five foot six inches tall and top in at somewhere around one hundred and forty pounds, more athletic than anything and carry myself as such. I’m a tomboy, though not nearly as bad as James, tending to lean toward skinny jeans, tank tops or muscle shirts and a pair of Converse. I’m a sports nut, though only the playing, not the watching, give me a ball and I know what to do with it, normally. I’ve been out and proud since the summer before eighth grade started and by the time we all started high school, I was busy making my way through the female population of Phoenix, Arizona. I’m the first to admit that I have a bit of a commitment phobia and the word ‘relationship’ scares me shitless, but hey, I’m not the only one! That said, I feel like I should walk you through a few months in the life of me, and of my group of friends and let you judge us and our antics for yourself.

Chapter 1

Friday, February 10th, 2012 – Mill Avenue, Tempe, Arizona

I found myself standing on the sidewalk out front of yet another bar, or club, or whatever they called this damn place, smoking. I really should try to quit, hear it’s really bad for me but, hey, too much effort for the moment and besides, I’m no quitter. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes, letting the smoke fill my lungs and actually smiling a little. It burned which just made the smile wider; okay I might be a little bit of a masochist but, we all have our issues. The music in the place behind me was intense, the crowd even more so and I had just needed a break for a minute. I would head back in soon and rejoin my friends, had to get a jump on the sad, lonely, just-broke-up-with-my-loser-boyfriend-and-don’t-want-to-be-alone-for-Valentine’s-Day straight girl crowd before James got her hooks in them. She’s almost as good fethiye escort bayan as me, and that’s saying something since my track record is pretty damn good.

I pulled in the last of the Camel in my fingers, flicked it into the middle of the street and then turned to head back into the crowded place. I honestly can’t even remember the name of it and really couldn’t care less, never really cared since we just went where the mood led us most nights. I slipped between bodies on the dance floor and made my way to the bar to get the attention of the bartender. Once I managed to order and had my drink in hand, I headed toward the table my friends had taken over, taking a look at them all standing there and grinned. James was sitting against the wall on the backside of the table as usual, Zara and Dani to her left, Court and Rascal to her right and Angel standing right beside Dani.

I loved my friends and any chance I had to hang out with them all was a good night in my book, even if Zara and Dani were wrapped up in each other all night and Court looked like she needed a month of church afterward. I chuckled as I walked up to the table, giving Rascal a wink when she saw me and holding up a finger to tell her to keep quiet, to which she grinned, nodded and winked back. I transferred my drink into my left hand and smacked Angel hard on the ass with my right. She jumped a little and turned to see who had laid the offending slap on her and grinned when she saw me but immediately rolled her eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be picking up a girl tonight?”

“Who says I wasn’t doing just that sexy?” She hit me with another eye roll and James and I both laughed a little, this was just the way Angel and I were with each other.

“Mmm, you wish babycakes.”

“No need to wish, hit that already, remember? More than once as I recall.” She looked offended for a moment, punched me in the shoulder and then leaned over and kissed my cheek with a little grin.

“You’re damn lucky I love you bitch.”

“I know I am gorgeous. Anyway, who you got your eye on James?” I glanced across the table at James and watched the slow grin spread across her face, one of my eyebrows arching up a little. James just pointed out onto the dance floor and I followed her finger to the girl she indicated then laughed and shook my head. “Yeah, good luck with that buddy. Leave here with that chick before I take someone home and I’ll give you fifty bucks tomorrow. But, I win, you owe me fifty.”

“You’re on bro.” With that James was up from the table and heading for the bar, never one to approach a lady empty handed. I had taught her well and she had been a model student, not to mention damn adorable with an easy to fall for charm about her. She gave the bottle the girl had in hand a glance and then ordered two at the bar and made her way onto the dance floor, both bottles in hand.

“Looks like you’re out fifty bucks babes.”

“Oh am I? Guys… Rascal thinks I’m out fifty bucks. What do you think?” Angel just shook her head and Courtney pretended to be very interested in her drink as I grinned at the girl next to me, accepting her challenge as well. I leaned over and planted a kiss on my friend, leaving her to roll her eyes and turn a glare on the giggling Angel as I left the table and made my way out onto the floor.

“Hey, don’t glare at me girl. You asked for it, besides, don’t even pretend you don’t love it when she kisses you as much as the rest of us do.” I heard Angel responding to Rascal’s glare as I left the table and just chuckled to myself a little knowing that Zara and Dani were about to argue and Court was already ten shades of red. I had gotten a decent eye on what was available on my way back in from my smoke break and I already knew exactly where I was headed. James had made her life difficult by picking the happy, dancing, fun girl that appeared to be out with her friends. She was hot as hell, sure, but that wasn’t everything in this game and she should know that by now.

I wove through the mass of bodies and approached a table in the corner, settled mostly in the dark and as far away from everything as you could get and still be in the building. The girl at the table kept glancing out at a small group of girls on the floor dancing together and then sighing and staring down at her half empty drink for a few seconds. She had been nursing the same drink for a while I had noticed and seemed less than happy to be in the place. “Hey. You don’t look too happy to be here.” I waited until I was close enough that I didn’t have to shout at her but still far enough away to not be all up in her personal space. She looked up at me confused for a moment and then seemed to realize that I was talking to her and just shook her head.

“Lemme guess, friends dragged you out against your will then got all bent outta shape when you didn’t wanna dance with them. Am I right?” She offered me a somewhat sad little smile, glanced out at the group of girls I’d seen her watching all night and just nodded slightly. “I know the feeling, been there myself. I’m Lux.” I offered her my hand and after thinking about it for a moment she reached over and shook my hand.

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Amber lay in bed restless, unable to sleep. Thanksgiving break started tomorrow and she would be working for a few days at her summer job. And that meant she would see Irene. Amber rolled her nipples between her fingers as she pictured Irene’s beautiful body. At age 51, Irene was stunning. Her slender 5’8″ body with her long legs and blonde hair drove Amber to distraction. There was nothing girlish about Irene. She was a mature woman and Amber longed to be in the arms of a woman not a girl. At the ripe age of 21, she was still a virgin. She had had her share of boyfriends growing up and did the obligatory handjobs and blowjobs, but she had no desire for intercourse. Men left her feeling used and unfulfilled. She discovered her desires several years ago when she started working at her mom’s office and met Irene. Amber could never put the feelings into words, but her body spoke volumes whenever she was near Irene. Her hardening nipples and throbbing clit embarrassed her and she feared Irene would notice and think she was perverted.

“Am I a pervert?” Amber wondered as she let her hand slip between her legs. “Would Irene be repulsed by me?” She sighed, “Too much confusion.” She knew she wanted Irene and let her mind focus on the image of the two of them embracing and caressing each other’s body.

Amber felt the wetness in her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her finger. She imagined Irene kneeling over her face, lowering her wet pussy lips onto Amber’s waiting tongue. Amber moistened two fingers in her wet opening and sucked them in her mouth. “Irene would taste like this,” she thought. “And I would drink her juices until she came over my face.” Amber spread her lips and began to rub her erect clit harder and faster. She turned her head into the pillow as she came, muffling her cries of “Irene…. Irene…..Irene!!!”

Amber stood in front of the full-length mirror trying to decide if she looked sexy, slutty or foolish. She had decided to go to work looking like a woman and not a college co-ed. Her clothes were strewn all over her room in her attempt to find something that didn’t look frumpy, finally settling on a white silk blouse and scarf, short black skirt, and open toed low heels. “Not too bad,” she thought as she gazed at her image. She flipped her long, light brown hair over her shoulders and struck a pose. She knew boys found her attractive, but was her thin, 5’11” figure too girlish for a woman? Her breasts and butt seemed too small to her and her legs too long and thin. Amber looked down at the pedicure she had given herself last night. She remembered that Irene always wore red nail polish on her toenails and she painstakingly painted hers to match. “It’ll have to do,” she said as she grabbed her coat.

Everyone at work greeted her as a prodigal daughter returned. Exclamations of how beautiful she looked and how she seemed so much older made her blush. She fixed herself a cup of coffee waiting for Irene to come in so she could get her assignment. Amber was making small talk with a secretary when she heard Irene’s voice behind her.

“Well look at our little Amber,” she joked. “It took three years, but we finally have her dressed like a professional.”

Amber turned to greet her and blushed deeply. “Hi, Irene. I just thought that…..”

Irene cut her off. “Oh dear, please. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Come here and give me a hug. I’m so glad to see you. How’s school?”

Amber gave her a quick hug; worried she’d sense her desire. “School’s fine, but I’m glad to be back.” She stepped back, marveling at Irene’s appearance. She always looked so fethiye escort classy – just the right amount of makeup, clothes that looked like they were designed just for her, and her blonde hair styled perfectly.

“And I’m glad you’re back,” Irene replied. We’re up against it, dear. I hope you can put in some long hours this week. I have a presentation we need to put together for the board and I need you to work on the visuals. Finish saying your hellos and meet me in my office”

Irene wasn’t kidding about the work. Charts and graphs had to be created and prepped for the printer, but Amber was in heaven. Irene had set up a computer in her office for Amber and she was able to watch her whiz in and out of the room all day. Lunch was a pack of crackers and a soda and by five o’clock, Amber was tired, hungry and ready to go home. She was finishing a chart when Irene came into her office.

“Honey, I have a big favor to ask,” she said. “I know you’ve been at it all day, but I have to get this stuff to the printer tomorrow. Would you mind staying late with me to finish? I’ll order in some Chinese and after dinner we can go at it again.”

As tired as she was, Amber knew she would have to be on her deathbed to miss a chance to be with Irene. “Sure, I can stay. I don’t have anything planned.”

Irene’s desk was covered with half-eaten containers of Chinese takeout containers. Amber sat back in her chair, totally stuffed, sipping on some wine from a Styrofoam cup.

“I guess I got carried away with the food order,” Irene said. “Oh well, I’ll put it all on my expense account. So tell me, Amber, what’s new at school? Any serious dating going on?”

Amber smiled, “No, actually I’m not really looking,” she replied. “I don’t know…. the guys at school seem…..well kind of….”

“Shallow. Self absorbed. Out for a quick hit,” Irene interjected. “Welcome to the real world, Amber. And the sad part is they definitely do not improve with age. It took me 20 years to realize that fact of life.”

“How long have you been divorced?” Amber asked.

“Ten years. And let me tell you, honey, they’ve been the best ten years of my life. I do what I want, when I want, with whoever I want.”

“But your so attractive,” Amber replied. “You probably have lots of men chasing after you.”

Irene laughed, “Oh yeah, lots. But actually, I’m not really looking either.”

Amber looked at Irene sitting behind her desk. She wanted to shout, ‘Can’t you see it’s you I want!’ Instead she looked into her wine and said softly, “I don’t think I’m attracted to guys at all.”

Irene didn’t answer. Amber looked up from her cup of wine and saw her looking at her with a questioning gaze. Finally, Irene asked, “So are you interested in any of the girls at school?”

Amber shook her head no.

“I’m confused,” Irene stated. “Who or what are you interested in?”

Amber felt the cup shaking in her hand. She strained to force out the words. “You. It’s you I’m interested in. I’ve known it for a long time, but I couldn’t tell you.” She stopped, realizing what she had just said. “Please don’t think I’m weird, Irene.”

Irene smiled and walked over to her. She held Amber’s chin in her hand. “No, I don’t think you’re weird, honey,” she said gently. “I’ve loved many women. It’s brought a lot of joy and pleasure to my life. But I need to know, are you sure this is what you really want?”

Amber nodded yes. Irene pulled her up to her and gave her a tender kiss. She parted her lips with her tongue and let it slide deep into Amber’s mouth, swirling and dancing around escort fethiye her tongue. She grabbed Amber’s ass and drew her close as she slowly sucked her tongue in and out of her mouth. Amber had never felt such passion in a kiss. She hugged Irene tightly to keep from collapsing back into the chair. She began to suck on Irene’s tongue and felt a deep moan escape from her.

Irene broke off their kiss and held Amber’s head in her hands. “Not here. I won’t have your first time be in a dingy office. Let’s close up and you can follow me home.”

Amber sat on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties, waiting for Irene to come out of the bathroom. When she heard the shower, she stripped and knocked on the door.

“Irene!” she shouted. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Mind!” came the reply. “I was just imagining how nice it would be to have your sweet body in here with me. Come in. Join me.”

Irene opened the shower door and Amber froze at the sight of her gorgeous body. Her breasts were full and firm with large hard nipples that stuck out at least an inch. A small patch of blonde hair framed her shaved pussy.

“I take it you like what you see,” Irene said in a seductive voice. “Well, the feelings mutual. Slide that beautiful body of yours in here before all the hot water’s gone.”

Irene took the soap and began to wash Amber’s back, letting her hands slide down to her small ass. Amber leaned her head on Irene’s chest and let the wonderful sensations run through her. She felt Irene’s hands and fingers run along her ass and pussy and shivered as a she felt a jolt when her finger brushed her clit. Amber turned her head and took one of Irene’s hard nipples into her mouth. She began to suck it, letting her tongue swirl around it.

Irene moaned and pulled Amber’s head tight to her tit. “Oh yessssss…. Don’t be gentle. Suck it hard. Mmmmmm…..harder.”

Amber took the long nipple between her teeth and pulled it back, flicking the tip with her tongue. Irene took her sudsy hand and reached between Amber’s legs, stroking her clit and sliding her fingers in and out of her wet opening. Amber could feel a wave building within her and she began to ride Irene’s hand. She buried her head into Irene’s breasts and held her tight as an orgasm washed over her.

“I’m coming, Irene. I’m coming. Don’t stop,” she gasped.

Irene held her up with one arm while the other brought Amber to the most overwhelming explosion she had ever experienced. She held her tight until Amber regained her breath.

“Oh my God, Irene, that was unbelievable!”

Irene laughed, “And that was only the beginning, my dear. Let’s get dried off.”

Amber lay with her eyes closed as Irene’s fingertips traced lightly around her thighs and stomach. Every touch produced a tingle that seemed to course through her body ending at her throbbing clit. She desperately wanted Irene to touch her there and relieve the mounting pressures she felt. But Irene teasingly let her fingers dance near but never on her erect button. As she gently let her tongue lick around Amber’s nipples, Irene inserted two fingers into her lover’s wet pussy. Amber squeezed her hand between her thighs to let another orgasm release within her. Irene felt the muscles in Amber’s pussy tighten against her fingers.

“Hmmmmm,” she teased. “Seems like my little girl is ready for some of my special pleasures.”

Amber opened her eyes and said softly, “Please, let me taste you. I want to make you cum, too”

“Soon, my love, soon,” Irene replied. “But first I have to show you how.”

Irene moved between Amber’s fethiye escort bayan legs and started kissing her inner thighs. She worked her way slowly toward Amber’s waiting pussy, giving it a brief lick as she moved from one thigh to the other. When she knew Amber could take no more, she grabbed her hips and pulled her wet box onto her waiting tongue.

Amber arched her back and moaned with abandon. “Yesssss, oh my God, Yesssss!” She felt her juices flowing as Irene’s tongue swirled around her pussy. Irene took her hard clit into her mouth and began to flick at it with her tongue. Amber began to feel an overpowering orgasm building within her. She clutched Irene’s head, pulling it tight against her pulsating pussy.

“Suck it! Suck it! Oh my God, I’m cummming! Don’t stop!” she rasped through her clenched teeth.

Irene could feel the clit hardening in her mouth and she swirled her stiff tongue around and around it. Amber couldn’t stop her orgasm. It seemed to pass through her like waves hitting a jetty. Every muscle and nerve in her body was connected to it and she held onto Irene’s head as a drowning person would hold a life preserver.

When Irene felt the last contractions subside, she slid forward and lay her head on Amber’s chest. They both struggled to catch their breath.

“Did I do my little angel right?” Irene gasped

Amber hugged her tight. “Right?” she replied. “I can’t tell you how I feel right now. I didn’t think a body could feel what I feel right now.”

“Hmmmmmm I know,” Irene murmured. “Think you have enough left to show me what you’ve learned?”

“Uh huh. And I took notes,” Amber joked. “My fantasy has been to have you straddle my face while I delight you, you know.”

“Well, let’s see if we can make a fantasy come true, Princess,” Irene said as she pulled herself on to her knees.

Amber slid down between her legs and stared at Irene’s beautiful, wet pussy. Her rather large clit protruded out from a dark hood and her lips were full and swollen. Amber was drawn to her musky scent and reached up to let her tongue touch the tip of Irene’s clit. Irene jumped as if she had been stung.

“Sorry, dear,” Irene said. “It’s just a little bit sensitive at the moment.”

Amber slid her tongue down between the swollen lips and began to lick the moistness. She pulled each lip into her mouth and gently suckled them. As Irene began to moan, Amber looked up to see her squeezing her hard nipples. She drove her tongue deep into her pussy and let it roam along the walls, curling her tongue to pull the juices back to her mouth.

Irene leaned forward and grabbed the headboard. “Be careful, Amber, I might flood you with more than you can take.”

Amber looked up and smiled. “I’ll risk it.”

Amber spread her lips wide and flicked at the hard, pink clit. She could sense that it would not take much to put Irene over the edge. She brought Irene’s clit into her mouth and sucked and licked it as Irene had done. Irene’s hips began to buckle and she pressed her pussy hard on to Amber’s face. A low groan told her Irene was ready. She pressed her tongue hard onto Irene’s clit and felt it throb. As Irene came, Amber felt warm juices running onto her face and in her mouth. She licked and swallowed furiously wanting to have all of Irene’s wetness. It overwhelmed her. She buried her face in it and let it wash over her cheeks and chin.

Irene pulled back and fell back on the bed, her breath coming in staccato gasps. “You learn too fast, Amber my dear.”

Amber lay along side her, letting her fingers run through her blonde hair. “Does that mean class is over?” she teased.

Irene pulled her wet face to her and gave her a long tender kiss. “Oh no, love,” she replied. “That was just the introductory class. We can start advanced classes tomorrow.”

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The following is a continuance of a story I posted a little while ago. It might stand up on its own but will make much more sense if you read the first two parts, I hope you like it…Best wishes CC.

One Saturday evening Kate and I were in the cinema. The film was dreadful, not what we were expecting. Kate was restless and playful; reaching across for popcorn her fingers would ‘accidently’ brush against my breast. Her hand resting on my knee would begin to creep under my skirt and every now and again she would lean over and whisper something very naughty and suggestive in my ear. I was 39 years old and fending off the attentions of a very lovely woman, the thought made me giggle and Kate knew that I was putty in hers hands. We finished the film; I can’t even remember what it was about and made our way down the street to pick up a Thai take-out. Driving home, Kate continued to tease and every time we stopped at the lights she would tilt towards me and kiss me. We reached home and I started to open the meal up while Kate opened a bottle of wine and poured a couple of glasses. As she handed me one, I saw the answer phone light blinking. I realised I had forgotten to switch on my phone after the movie. With Kate hugging me from behind and wriggling her hand under my t-shirt, I pressed play.

The message was calm, dreadful and to the point. We both froze and I swung round to look at her. She took my glass and set it down,

‘We’ll go; right now…I’ll drive’

Picking up bags and purses we fled the house, my stomach churning over in fright. The message had explained an accident, a serious accident involving Tom, Maggie and the kids. It said nothing more, just ‘accident’ and the name of the hospital.

Kate drove quickly but carefully while I stared out of the window chewing on a thumb nail. She grasped my hand,

‘Don’t panic yet love, let’s get the full picture.’

She was kind and strong but I could hear the worry in her voice.

Of course, the hospital was the kind of chaos you would normally find in an emergency department on a Saturday night. Drunken aggressive football fans and a gaggle of students mixed in the waiting room giving the place a fuggy belligerent atmosphere. The receptionist was sympathetic and thorough and we found ourselves in the much more peaceful family room. I quickly discovered I found the bedlam outside almost preferable to the nerve wracking quiet. We waited for about 45 very long minutes before the door opened and a tired looking man in scrubs opened the door and came in. He shook both our hands and established our identities before asking us to sit. He began with good news.

‘We received 5 patients from a road traffic accident at 7pm. Three children were admitted, they are all stable and well. The boy, Harry, has a double fracture of his tibia and will require surgery. The two girls will be kept in for observation, but save for mild concussion and bruising they appear to be well.’

Both Kate and I released breath simultaneously.

He continued, his expression grave.

‘Mrs Hope has received very serious injuries and has had surgery to stop internal bleeding. I must warn you however that her injuries are severe; she’s in intensive care. We will do all we can.’

‘Tom?’

His eyes caught mine and I knew his news would be awful before he opened his mouth.

‘Miss Hope, I’m very sorry to have to tell you that Mr Hope was declared dead on arrival. His injuries were very severe; I doubt very much that he would have been conscious at all since the accident.’

My world stopped still. I could hear the blood thumping in my ears but was aware of little else. My adorable baby brother was dead and Maggie was critical. I struggled to focus and accept the information. I was aware of Kate and the doctor speaking but I couldn’t hear what they said. I can remember fragments of the rest of the night; watching the children sleep in a kids ward, seeing Maggie lying so very still, surrounded by machines while tubes pumped life into her. Numbly nodding while I identified Tom and watching as my father and step mother received the most awful news a parent can be told. Kate took me home at the end of my worst evening, made me drink tea and held me close on the sofa. I was conscious of her grief and of her tears but my own refused to arrive.

The next few days were filled with hope. Emma and Connie were released and came home. Maggie’s parents arrived, both distraught but hopeful and the house was filled while we took turns to visit Harry who was doing well and Maggie, who wasn’t.

Maggie died three days later. There were no ‘soap opera’ endings. I was in the room with her mum, Cathy, when the machines sounded a warning and a team of medics rushed in. I waited helplessly outside until they came out and told us the news and I retreated to leave Cathy to her grief. My whole world seemed to be in freefall and it was the constant love and care Kate gave that kept me sane.

We all endured the double bursa yabancı escort funeral. We all took turns being with and explaining to the kids. It was the most heart breaking of times. And every night I would find myself in Kate’s strong warm arms and feel like she made just a little of the hurt disappear.

Inevitably, unavoidably, Tom and Maggie’s Will was read and our thoughts moved on to the kids and their future. Typically, Tom had prepared well and all his affairs were very much in order. The house was safe and money was never going to be an issue. The big question, of course, was the guardianship of the children and Tom and Maggie’s will had expressly asked that I was to be the primary carer for the kids. Late into the evening I sat with Cathy and Bill, Maggie’s parents, as well as my own while we discussed our options. Bill had MS, and while still fit and relatively healthy they were really in no position to look after 3 lively children and I guessed the same to be said of my father and stepmother. While positively terrified of the prospect, I knew that I owed it to my brother and Maggie to look after their kids in the best way I could. Secretly, I was terrified of Kate’s reaction to the news and had been avoiding the subject with her. I got up and walked to the kitchen to make us all tea. The door closed behind me but not before I heard my stepmothers’ voice, low and urgent.

‘You can’t possibly be serious?’ she hissed

I quietly opened the door a touch and listened from the safety of the kitchen

‘You can’t possibly be thinking of leaving our grandchildren to be brought up by…by a pair of…well, lesbians!’

I shut the door again and leaned against it with my heart beating fast and a sweat breaking out on my forehead. I didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, I didn’t want to. Had she really said that? Did they all feel the same way? All my deep rooted insecurities immediately crept up to the surface and I was left reeling. The grief that I had been holding back for so long came crashing down on me and I sank to the floor in a daze. Still the tears didn’t come, but crazy thoughts instead, and one coherent thought rose above them all; no way were those kids going to be brought up my stepmother!

Stupid thoughts and plans have a habit of appearing quite sane when you are wounded and down. My thoughts seemed quite clear at the time. I would look after the children, and if my sexuality was an issue, then I would remove it from the equation. I would look after them alone.

‘You’re going to do what?’ Kate’s voice was high, incredulous. ‘Don’t be so stupid, what on earth are you thinking?’

‘I’m going to move into Tom’s house with the kids and look after them alone.’

‘Alone?’

‘Yes.’

‘What about me?’

‘You don’t want kids, you told me.’

‘That was years ago and things change; Alex stop being so stupid and think clearly. You can’t just leave me, we’re a couple, and we do things together.’

‘We can’t do this together,’ I was whining, faltering.

‘Oh for fuck’s sake Alex!’ She stopped, suddenly so angry she could hardly speak, her blue eyes flashing and her cheeks reddening. ‘Will you for once stop thinking about the proper thing to do and work on what’s the right thing to do?’ Her voice dripped sarcasm and instead of being cowed it seemed to strengthen my resolve.

‘The right to do is look after Tom and Maggie’s kids the best way I can. Our relationship can’t carry on if I have to become a parent, it just can’t,’ I shouted back, so tense my fingernails dug into my palms and close to tears.

‘Stupid!’ she spat, and turned and walked away.

I heard the front door slam.

We battled for 3 more days. She screamed and I yelled. I was beyond reason and, with hindsight, she was fighting for all the things she loved. In all the years we had been together we had never fought, barely even argued, it had all been so easy. It made it all the more difficult to find ourselves at such odds now. So hard to see her tears and know I had caused them, but the more she yelled at me the more I was resolved to go and do what I thought was best, and then more sarcastic she became the less I listened to her arguments.

Late one evening I was in the spare room, quietly, sneakily, packing the last few things I wanted to take with me. Kate had been out running and I heard her bound up the stairs and into our room, door crashing behind. I knew she was showering and hurriedly finished off, planning on stowing the bags away until I left. Suddenly the door flew open, Kate wet from the shower and wearing just a towel stood in the doorway and saw the bags. She looked disbelieving,

‘What the fuck are you doing?’

‘Packing,’ I actually gulped.

‘I won’t let you leave.’

‘You can’t stop me.’

‘I fucking well can.’

Rather stupidly I started to laugh, ‘How?’

Her anger seemed to burst out of her. She was on me in a flash, her hands bursa sınırsız escort gripping my wrists tight. She forced me backwards and I hit the wall with a crash. God, she was strong. I was taller but she was fit and I could see the muscles in her upper arms bulge slightly as she forced my arms up over my head. Her towel dropped off and she pressed against me, the grip on my wrists painful and her raw anger scaring the hell out of me.

‘Kate, please…’

‘No,’ she spat, ‘not going.’

She forced one of her legs between mine, trapping me between her and the wall. Suddenly she was kissing me, hard and forceful, crushing my lips with hers and forcing her tongue into my mouth making me breathe through my nose. She pulled back slightly and I saw that her eyes were heavy and hooded; she was visibly very aroused and god, so was I. Her mouth was back on mine, so hard it was bruising and my wrists were released but only so she could use her hands to tear at my shirt, exploding the buttons and forcing it over my arms so I felt trapped once again. With my shirt removed, her hands reached for my bra, pulling so hard the clasp broke and soon that was pulled off. Her hands were instantly on my body pushing me back, with her fingers digging into my breasts. Her lips were on my neck, I could hear her breathing in sharp little sobs as she roughly kissed me, her hips locked against mine.

I was struggling against her, horribly aroused and yet frightened and angry at my own inability to stop her. I managed to get a hand onto her arm to heave it away from my breast but she grabbed it again, her full weight against me, the grip on my wrist suddenly so painful it made me yelp.

‘Jesus Kate, stop it, stop, stop…it! You’re hurting me, please…’

As quickly as she had begun, Kate stopped. A sudden realisation of what she was doing coupled with my anguished cry made her release me quickly and take a step back. She had a look of absolute horror on her face. I stood with my back against the wall, naked from the waist up, cradling my wrist in my hand with tears streaming down my face. With her hands clamped to her mouth and her lovely blue eyes wide with shock she backed up until she hit the bed and sat down abruptly.

‘Sorry, sorry,’ she whispered, staring down at her knees, her hands still covering her face.

I stood and watched her while my breathing returned to normal. My heart ached for her, sitting so still, defeated, with her shoulders drooped. I loved her so much. I couldn’t leave her feeling like this. I could understand her anger and her confusion; after all I was causing it.

I crossed the room quickly and gently took her in my arms, cradling her head against my breast. She was rigid at first, her hands locked to her face, softly saying something that I couldn’t understand. Gradually she uncurled her hands and I felt them moving around my waist hugging me too her. I stroked her hair and murmured soothing words. I couldn’t stop my emotions though, I couldn’t forget the fierce arousal her earlier actions has invoked and with her head nestled against my breasts I felt my nipples respond to her nearness. She did too, her face turned and nuzzled against me. As I looked down I saw her blond head and pale cheeks, and then her mouth nudging against me.

‘Oh Kate, it’s ok, it ok love,’ I murmured.

Her lips latched over my swollen nipple and an electric shock ran through my body making me gasp with the pleasure it caused. Kate moaned as she suckled me, finding comfort at my breast while my own body responded. I felt almost trapped by my desire and made a decision to break the contact. As I did so she looked up at me, her beautiful blue eyes gazing up and my resolve crumbled. Kneeling down in front of her I kept my eyes on hers as my hands grazed up the inside of her thighs, pushing them apart. Breaking eye contact with her, I stared at the blond hair between her legs and the wet pink flesh opening up before me. I dipped my head and gently pushed my tongue against her. I felt her shudder as I pushed through her folds and my lips caressed her clit; my tongue swirled around, touching and tasting. She was so quiet. Normally very vocal, I found her silence arousing and intriguing and used her ragged gasps as an indication of how close she was. She was leaning back, her hands supporting her on the bed when I felt the muscles in her legs contract and she was suddenly jerking against me, short gasping breaths accompanying the little thrusts her hips were making. I slowed my tongue and lips and she relaxed, her hands reaching down and finding mine. My head rested against her soft thigh while our hands entwined and we stayed still, just holding for what seemed like an age.

Suddenly her hands left mine and flew to her hair. Kate’s voice was high, close to tears,

‘Alex, I’m sorry, I didn’t want…I didn’t mean to hurt you…’

I only wanted to reassure her, to make her stop thinking she had done something wrong. So görükle escort I started to shush her, and as my warm breath brushed her thigh she suddenly stiffened, her breath rushing out of her.

‘Oh god, oh god Alex, you feel so good.’

My lips brushed over her as she slumped back on the bed, her body stretching out as desire took hold again. I wanted so much to love her and to please her and at that moment I couldn’t bear to leave her. So I let my fingers slide up her thighs again and then under her bottom. She shifted slightly to allow my hands under her and as she settled back down I pulled her body towards me. Her feet were now planted firmly on the floor and as my mouth brushed against her once again I felt her rise up on her toes slightly. I kissed her deeply, my tongue traced along her lips still wet from her earlier orgasm. I took my time and explored, enjoying the soft feel of her against my tongue and lips and loving the way her body writhed underneath me. I started a series of long slow licks the length of her satiny pussy stopping just short of her clit, avoiding contact. Each pass I made across her, I would allow my tongue to dip just slightly inside her. Her hips rose up to meet me wanting more contact and her breathing changed, becoming faster. She was moaning again, I loved the sounds she made; her voice always became deeper and husky, so very sexy. I pressed my fingers into the skin of her bum and pulled her towards me, sinking my tongue inside her and wriggling from side to side. With my lips pressed against her and my tongue deep inside I was lost in her; her warmth, her scent. Her hips were rocking against me, I wanted this moment to last but I wanted all of her. I pulled one hand from underneath her and reached up to her breast, finding her hard nipple and squeezing it firmly.

‘Ohhhh, ohh, Al…Alex, oh please…please,’ Kate struggled to speak, her words timed with her rocking hips and I knew she was totally immersed in the sensations her body was experiencing. My own arousal burned hard between my legs and I wondered if I might actually cum from listening to her. Feeling her need, I moved my lips to cover her clit encouraged by the strangled yelp she made. I let my tongue touch her lightly, stroking gently across the top of her clit with as much control I could manage. Her hips were now rocking so much I could barely hang on so I moved both my hands to her hips and pushed her back down onto the bed as I continued to lightly lash against her with my tongue. The effect was almost instant; she stiffened and howled and started to jerk uncontrollably against me again and again and again. Her sweet taste filled my senses and I moved my tongue to the side of her clit to ease the sensitivity, allowing her thrashing to gradually subside.

My own knees were weak as I stood and looked down at her. She was limp and panting, her hands above her head and her eyes closed. I put my hands under her arms and pushed her fully onto the bed, covering her with the duvet and sliding my body next to hers. Kate reached for me, turning and snaking her arms around me. With no words I simply held her, my lips pressed against her hair, listening to her breathing becoming less ragged. Soon her breaths were deep and regular and the grip she had on me lessened; she was fast asleep. I held her warm sleeping body next to mine for about an hour and then slowly untangled myself from her. Picking up my ruined shirt and my packed bag and feeling almost numb with despair, I left.

Some of it was easy. I coped with the physical things; the cooking, the cleaning, getting the kids ready for school. Being busy helped so much and I was a regular whirlwind of activity. At first, the kids were passive. They did what I asked them to do, ate what was put in front of them, went to school. My own work suffered of course, but with the help of sympathetic colleagues and long hours after the kids were in bed, I kept up. We developed into a routine and I was so tired and stressed that I almost believed the worst was over. Cracks started to appear. Emma, calm and quiet and never far from her sketch pad became withdrawn and would slump into tears at the slightest of things. Harry spent most of his spare time slouched in front of the TV or his laptop, sullen and hardly speaking. Poor little Connie, bemused and bewildered by the events life had thrown at her, retreated into herself and spent hours in her room, with her toys, in a little invented world.

Kate would call, often. She never pushed or accused or started a fight over what I had done to us. She would ask questions and listen, offering advice when it seems needed. She would always tell me that she loved me. I would cry for hours after she had called, physically yearning for her. I began to hate the calls for the effect they had on me but at the same time cherished them for time spent with her. I know I was bad tempered and churlish with her but she persevered despite my moods.

I can remember to the day when things started to change for the kids. I received a phone call from Connie’s school requesting my immediate presence at the school. Instantly worried I was assured Connie was ok, but that the class teacher needed to see me urgently. I drove down there quickly and was intercepted by Donna, Connie’s ‘class mum’, in the car park.

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