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Samantha Pt 10

Please go read part 1 through 9 before reading this…

Anna comes for a visit (Part 2).

Saturday morning saw a very tired, very sore women (me) awake as the sun shined into my room. I hadn’t woken up next to a woman since Anna and I slept together in Nashville and not one in my bedroom since Jennifer. It was great to wake up next to a naked woman. I was already soaking wet and ready for more as I started to come back to life. Anna was still deep asleep as I cuddled in closer behind her. I slid in behind her wrapping my arm around her. I could feel her breathing as I enjoyed the sensation of her warm soft skin against mine. My body ached and my ass aching from being fucked all night, but my pussy screaming to be played with again.

I softly and slowly slid my hand deep under the covers and down to my wet pussy. I quietly and softly rubbed my clit masturbating as I watched her sleep. I brought myself to orgasm rather quickly thinking of her, of last night and of what may come today. I got out of bed quietly got dressed in an old pair of cut off sweatpants and a t-shirt and made my way onto the kitchen. I turned on the tv and started some coffee and began my usual morning “day off” routine. I was actually counting the minutes until she awoke so we could spend more time together. But I could keep my mind from thinking more deeply about Anna. About Jennifer and about Ashley. For some odd reason Ashley has been on my mind lately and I can’t stop thinking about our night in the car. I have been wanting to text her so bad but I couldn’t muster the courage to reach out to her and unfortunately, I hadn’t heard from her either. I did hear through the grapevine that Jennifer moved to California to be with her bull dyke wife and is happily married. Me, on the other hand is still trying to come to terms with fact that I feel I like women more than men and will eventually have to come out to everyone.

About an hour later I heard Anna heading to the bathroom. She came into the kitchen a few minutes later, yawing and sleepy eyed wearing a long cotton nightshirt. Her eyes seemed drained like she hadn’t slept in days. I felt so bad for her. We decided we were both hungry and headed to the nearest corner restaurant for breakfast. After returning to my house Anna said, “I want to get a boat and go out onto the ocean.”

I have been around boating my whole life and there are plenty of places to rent one, including the dock area where Bobby was at, so we both jumped a quick shower together, washing each other AND YES rubbing each other off to orgasm, before we headed to the pier.

Anna met Bobby down by the water as I secured us a decent sized boat to take until late afternoon. Bobby didn’t seem real interested in Anna and said he had a few more runs today for clients but would be home later evening. Anna and I headed out onto the water and spent hours driving the boat up and down the coast. We saw Dolphins swimming alongside of us as we motored along. I took her to “The Cove” an area where Bobby does a lot of his fishing expeditions. We cut the motor and both jumped into the clear blue water. It was so fun just swimming out on the bright clear water with her. After frolicking in the water, we headed back into the pier for lunch, had a bite to eat, filled up with gas and headed back out. Anna asked me, “Is there a place that’s quiet and private?”

I knew of the perfect spot. There is a small barrier reef island and on the far side of it the sand dunes are high enough to anchor down. Usually there is no bursa eskort bayan one there, so I let Anna drive the boat out and awhile later we pulled along the dunes. We both swam and played in the water, just enjoying the beautiful Florida winter day. After getting back into the boat, we sat back and just enjoyed the sun. We were sitting on the long bench, just holding hands when my passion for her erupted again. Anna looked stunning in her brown over white and blue patterned two-piece bikini. Her light brown skin shimmering in the sun. I leaned in for a kiss and felt the passionate desires we had for each other. Anna slid her hand up and under my teal blue bikini and started rubbing on my breast. She kissed the side of my neck just getting me more and more turned on. Anna laid me down on my back and climbed on top of me in-between my legs, she continued kissing my lips, my face, my neck and my chest while her hands slid back and forth between my tits under my top. I moaned in pleasure as she softly seduced me. I lifted my top over my head and Anna’s head slid down and sucked on my nipples making them hard. My hands cupping the back of her head. Anna continued kissing her way down my stomach and past my hips until she reached my bikini bottom. She untied the strings letting it fall open and kissed her way down to my awaiting pussy. I pulled my legs up and spread them apart further as I felt her tongue hit my clit.

I laid there legs up and spread wide open as Anna sucked on my pussy. I watched her tongue swirl around me, licking up and down my lips bringing me to a pleasure I love more than anything. She used her fingers and rubbed up and down my pussy making me hotter and wetter than I already was. I moaned in pleasure, licking my lips as she ate me out. I didn’t want this to end. Her loud slurping sucking sounds the only noise I heard as she licked from my asshole to my clit bringing me closer and closer to orgasm, her head shaking back and forth teasing my wet lips. Anna brought me to orgasm rather quickly. As I laid there in the sun out on the boat, I finally realized I am a lesbian. I like pussy more than dick and I want this woman forever!

Anna kept sucking on my pussy as I was cumming on her face. My nipples rock hard, my legs shaking and my ass throbbing for more. Anna was still dressed in her bikini and hadn’t even got naked; she just took me first. After she brought me to my second and more intense orgasm Anna slid back up on to of me and I let my legs back down. We kissed deeply and passionately as the boat shimmied in the water. It was my turn to get her off and I wasn’t going to miss this chance.

I leaned Anna back onto her knees as I got up from the bench getting onto my knees. We knelt face to face kissing and holding each other I pulled her bikini top over her head and kissed my way down to her nipples. I sucked on her tits with such vigor. My hand slid in-between her legs rubbing on her pussy over her bikini bottom. I leaned Anna down onto the bench, letting her legs straighten. I leaned further down and rubbed and caressed her pussy over her bottom, just getting her turned on. Anna’s eyes were closed and her head slowly rolled back and forth as she moaned in pleasure. I bent over at the waist and kissed on top of the bikini bottom material, I slid her bikini to the side and began licking up and down her soaking wet pussy. Her taste was amazing. I covered her entire pussy with my mouth as my tongue swirled around her clit. I pulled my face from between her legs and pulled at Anna’s bikini bursa otele gelen eskort bayan bottom. Anna lifted her hips as I slid it off. I kissed back up in-between her thighs making her wet wit anticipation. Anna lifted her legs straight up and together, just slightly apart as my face dipped back between her legs. My ass and wet pussy in the air in the opposite direction. I licked up and down her wet pussy, stopping occasionally to make sure I licked her asshole really good. I slid a finger inside her and pumped back and forth bringing her to an instant orgasm.

Anna moaned aloud, “I could do this all day.”

I could too. No doubt about that. I pulled Anna’s legs down and spread then wide open. I slid two fingers deep inside of her as my mouth and tongue worked on her clit. I listened to her moan and groan excessively as I finger fucked her while eating that clit. Anna started moaning in a high-pitched short wording of, “Oh yah, oh yah, oh yah.”

I brought her to a second orgasm and was starting to work on number three, when we heard the sound of a boat approaching. I looked up to see there was a large Yacht heading our way. We both slid down quickly to the floor of the boat and started finding our clothing. Just as we got dressed and looked again the yacht was anchoring about 50 yards to the left of us. Good thing I heard it coming otherwise they may have had a great show.

I hugged Anna and without thought whispered in her ear, “I want you here forever.”

Anna pulled from our hug with a surprised look on her face. I don’t think she knew what to say, but blurted out, “I wish too.”

Anna and I pulled up anchor and made our way back to the dock. Bobby’s boat was gone when we got back in, so I didn’t even bother to text him we were back. Anna and I went home, showered up again. And YES rubbed each other off again in the shower. We went to dinner at this great fish place having shrimp and lobster and a few stiff drinks, eventually making our way back to my house.

The whole drive home I kept thinking to myself, how do I get her to move down here and be with me? After getting back home, we decided to just sit and watch movies that night. We laid in my bed with just our panties on, eating popcorn and sipping wine. Bobby came home about 10:00 P.M. and walked in on Anna and I in the midst of fingering each other. He reeked of fish sand beer so we sent him to the shower before he joined us. After he returned to my bedroom, he watched us for a while as we kissed, touched, fingered and lick each other to orgasm several times. We both gave him a long slow soft blow job. We knelt on our knees next to each other and he just went back and forth putting his hard cock in our mouths. As Bobby came, he started in my mouth then pulled out and jammed it back into Anna’s so she could taste his cum too. When he finished Anna and I kissed deeply letting bobby’s cum swirl around in our mouths as we swallowed him down. Bobby left the room to go get a sandwich and he never returned. Sometime later I went out to find him and discovered he had fallen asleep on the couch with the empty plate on his chest. I covered him with a blanket and went back telling Anna, “He’s passed out on the couch, looks like it’s just you and I again.”

Anna didn’t seem to disappointed. We spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking and on occasion playing with each other more. About 6:00 A.M. we were both awoken by Anna’s phone ringing. It was her ex-husband saying one of her kids bursa eve gelen escort was being admitted to the hospital due to asthma issues. Anna and I rushed to pack her stuff and made our way to the airport. I went in with her as she changed her flight plans and waited of the first flight out at 7:15. We sat in the waiting area just talking. I tried calming her down since was so nervous and anxious to get airborne and get home to her kid. I felt the anxiety and fear as we waited the plane to load. As her flight was boarding, we stood hugging for the better part of 5 minutes. We kissed deeply and said our goodbyes. I watched her enter the jetway and disappear out of sight. I nearly broke down in tears as I knew I’d probably never see her again.

After her plane taxied away, I left the airport and drove to the beach and sat and just watched the ocean for hours trying to figure out my life and where I was going. Who I wanted to be with and how I needed to come to terms with my sexuality more than ever before. Before Anna’s plane probably even landed, I sent her a text message reading;

“I know this seems sudden and maybe a bit emotional, but I have never felt so comfortable with anyone like I have with you. I would love for you to be in my life permanently, would consider moving down here and starting a life together?”

I knew the answer was going to be no, because she had a job up north, her kids, her family and her ex in Indiana, but I had to at least put it out there.

A few hours later Anna texted me back. Her response was;

“I would love to start a life with you if I was more of a lesbian. But the man I’m in love with is here, my job is here, my family is here, my kids are here and I can’t throw that away for a chance we’ll make it. I have tremendous feelings for you and know I could fall in love with you, but I have to be here. Maybe we could try get together every now and then, me coming to you, or you to me, but once I get Mark back, I plan to get married build a great life with him. Please understand it’s not you. I’d be there in a minute if I didn’t have a life here. Love Anna.

I finally realized it was time for me to face the inevitable. I went by my parents later that morning and brought lunch with me. After eating I sat them both down and told that I was — at minimum — bi-sexual; but more like a lesbian who occasionally liked boys. They took the news as graciously as they could. I could tell they were confused, unhappy and somewhat shocked by my admittance. I told them all about Jennifer and Anna and that I was still very interested in Ashley and was hoping to re-connect with her. They did the best they could and over the course of the next few months, and endless conversations, grew to understand where I was in life. It goes without saying that there were some bumps in the road, but at least they knew and I could be more open about it. I also told Bobby. Him and I hung on for a bit with the arrangement I could date any woman I wanted as long as he knew, but that didn’t last too long. Jealousy and lack of sex with him, killed that.

The only thing that kept me going through the whole ordeal was the fairly consistent conversations by text and phone I had with Anna. We would write lovely sexual stories and send a lot of erotic pictures to each other. I did see her once more the following summer when I drove up to Indianapolis. The sex wasn’t what I had hoped for. She was back with Mark and didn’t want to do too much behind his back. She did end up marrying him and on occasion I still hear from her. My life took a bizarre turn as just before Ashley and I developed an odd summer on-going sexual relationship, when I started slept with my mom’s cousin’s daughter. She was smoking fucking hot, young and ready to learn how to lick pussy. So, I showed her!

I’ll tell you all about it in the next chapter.

To Be Continued…

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I was starting my freshman year of college and it had so far been a good year. I was happy to be making new friends. Especially my new girl-friends, like Diane. I had just met her this year, and I was crushing – hard. She was absolutely beautiful – her eyes were soft and yet strong; her hair was shoulder length – blond with black underneath. So sexy. She had beautiful breasts, not too big, not too small – and a fabulous body – waist, hips, legs – I reveled in watching her every chance I got. I had just gotten out of my first serious relationship, with a guy, and I was looking to have some fun – of the female kind. I was curious about her interests in women. I knew she had a boyfriend but like I said, our friendship was new.

As the weeks passed, we got to know each other a little better. We never hung out outside of school, but we had a bunch of classes together and we talked about a variety of things. Once the time of Homecoming rolled around, I decided to see just how far I could get – or at least how much I could learn. I invited her to my family’s cottage on the ocean for a party after the homecoming football game. There were going to be a bunch of people there – but I was positive we could get some alone time. Luckily for me, she agreed to come and we set it up to meet at my car after the game. I would drive her up there leading a long train of kids on their way to my party.

I was pretty nervous about the whole thing – but looking forward to it all the same. I had never seriously hooked up with a woman, but I was hoping it would happen with Diane. On the ride up I segued the conversation into sexual habits and experiences. She told me all about losing her virginity to her first serious boyfriend, something we had in common, and we giddily talked about what we liked and how we liked to do things. I wasn’t sure about her but I was definitely getting turned on listening to her talk about her moaning and biting habits. I steered the conversation a little more toward bisexual experiences, and asked if she had been involved with a woman before. She said that yes, she was bisexual, but because she had a boyfriend, she didn’t think about that side of her. The statement was a little depressing, but it gave me hope – I could convince her to want me back. I was sure of it.

We got to the cottage, I opened it up and the kids poured in. We had a D.J. (one of my friends) and lots of alcohol. Everyone was dancing and having a great time. Some kids were disappearing upstairs and I was wondering when it would be my turn to get some. I noticed Diane staying away from the drinking hoards, so I decided bursa escort bayan to take my chance. I walked up behind her and leaned in close to her neck so she could hear me over the music, resting my hand on her hip (God, how nicely shaped) and asked would she like to step onto the patio for some fresh air? She looked relieved and so we walked out the sliding door. We sat down on the edge with our feet hanging through the slats of the side. The ocean under the moonlight looked unbelievable, and the whole situation was so serene. It was a beautiful balmy night and the waves looked quite inviting.

After we laughed and talked for a little bit, I was feeling mischievous and daringly asked if she would care to join me for some skinny-dipping. We had a stretch of private beach, there was no risk of us getting caught. She laughed and said she would love to – she hadn’t done anything adventurous in a while. So we ran laughing down to the water, leaving our clothes in a trail as we went. I just about couldn’t keep up my façade of not caring once she was down to her white silk camisole and thong. She couldn’t get out of them by the time she reached the water, so she dove in with them still on. I had also managed to get down to my skivvies, my favorite red bra and thong set, and leapt in after her. When she came up for air, I saw her tight nipples straining against the silk of her camisole. I just about lost it – I could feel the heat stirring in my stomach and my own nipples rising to stretch my bra – she looked so happy. And God – I could see clear through her top. I plastered a ridiculous grin on my face and splashed her a little bit playfully. She laughed and splashed back. After some running and shrieking, I managed to get behind her and tackle her into the shallow surf. We rolled once and lay together in the foam, laughing and gasping for air. I raised myself up on my elbow and looked at her. Really looked at her.

I could feel her eyes watching me as I savored every inch of her – her chest, rising and falling – her nipples, still rigid- reacting to the air – her beautiful stomach with the glinting jewels in her belly button piercing. I savored her hips – I loved those hips so much – and tortured myself staring at the wet white triangle between her legs. Her thong, soaked through, clearly showed her lack of hair and details I never dreamt I’d see.

I traced her legs with my eyes and came up again – resting again on her eyes. But there was something new there. Her eyes had changed from sparkling and happy to something darker. Her eyes still sparkled but it was a new kind of sparkle. bursa anal yapan escort Dare I say – lustful? It might have been wishful thinking but it looked to me like she knew my intentions and was willing me to proceed. I rolled over closer to her and flicked the tip of my tongue across her nipple. The low rumble in her throat gave me courage and I quickly engulfed it, licking and biting until she let out a little whimper. I trailed over to her right breast and did the same. I felt her hand move through my hair and, emitting a groan of my own sank my face between her breasts, breathing her in, kissing up her cleavage and up her neck. I teased her ear and gently kissed along her jaw.

I stopped for a minute to look at her and she was just as slack-jawed, dead-head turned on as I was. She reached up and pulled my face down to hers, tangling her fingers in my hair and devouring me. I quickly recovered from her eyes and kissed her with all the passion I felt for her. Don’t ask me why – but I had never realized she had a tongue piercing. I just about died. I moved on top of her and began caressing those coveted curves, teasing her nipples, tracing her hips.

I stopped, asking her what she was thinking. She merely said that she had been hoping something would happen. She had been attracted to me since we had been talking – which made me feel better about my hardcore crushing. I think I was so relieved I laughed, and she smiled. I quickly returned to smothering her with my kisses, dipping into her sweet mouth – exploring and learning about who she was. I got my thigh between her legs and pressed against her. She groaned into my mouth and I took that opportunity to violate her neck again. I voraciously kissed and nibbled her sweet, salty skin and she reached up for my breasts. I wrapped my hand around her slender neck and raised her up so she was sitting. I peeled her wet top away from those perfect breasts, freeing her nipples. She fell back and moaned louder as I worked them up to their full height. I moved one hand down and slipped off the triangle of fabric keeping me from all I wanted. I could feel the heat emanating from her sex. I continued down, focusing on her naked mound for a bit, teasing the top of her. I continued deeper, tracing her swollen lips lightly, teasing her until she cried out. I plunged my fingers into her and felt her immediately explode, pouring juices out over my fingers. I trailed my lips down her wet stomach and flicked her piercing for a little, I could tell she liked that.

The smell of her was going to bursa rus escort my head; I moved her up on the sand a little so as not to swallow the sea as I was swallowing her, and lifted her legs over my shoulders. I gently licked her juices off from around her delicious hole, feather-light with the rigid tip of my tongue. She wriggled and shook as the circular motions got closer and harder. I flicked back and forth across her swollen clit, alternating swirling around it and zig-zagging up her slit. She was bucking and crying out so loud I was afraid someone who walked out on the deck would hear her over the still-booming music. Luckily, however, no one had emerged yet. I plunged into her, finger-fucking her sopping cunt and sucking her rigid clit.

She cried out my name (oh happiness) and released more juices onto my fingers and face. She twitched and moaned while her very own waves of pleasure crashed on the sand. I crawled up beside her and barely had time to smile at her before she had flipped me over and straddled me – pinning my hands over my head. She devoured my lips – hungrily kissing herself off my face and chin. She nibbled my neck – my biggest hot spot – and literally tore my bra off my chest. My 34D breasts broke free and were immediately mauled by her hands. She worked my nipples until they were practically leaping off my chest. She was grinding herself against my sopping crotch and I was moaning deliriously. She engulfed a nipple in her hot, sweet mouth and worked the other over with her fingers. I cried out and prayed that this would never stop. She moved off me and wriggled me out of my underwear. I think she tossed it in the waves but I was beyond caring. She held my by my hips and forced my legs open with her face.

She spread my outer lips with her soft fingers, and teasingly wriggled the metal bar in her tongue over my most sensitive spots. It felt so good I gasped and she quickly plunged her fingers into and me – I felt her everywhere, inside me – all around me – my whole body was on fire. I didn’t care about anything except the heat of our coupling. She swirled and fucked and I moaned and bucked until I climaxed in a crashing explosion of lights and fire. I could see only bursts of colors until the shivers of pleasure had moved throughout my body. We hungrily kissed again – realizing that perhaps we should have been something more than friends from the beginning. Our underwear was lost, so we just laid up on the sand, waiting to dry enough to wipe off some of the grit and climb into our clothes again.

We cuddled, we stroked. We laughed, we joked. We walked back to the party with our secret very fresh in our minds. We crashed on the couch together that night, and when I dropped her off the next morning, she smiled and gave me a quick peck. I can’t wait to see her on Monday. I hope this will be the beginning of – if not a wonderful relationship – than an explosive illicit affair.

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The girls are becoming lovers

Gabby and Mary had seemingly come to an understanding about their new relationship. They had made love and Gabby had given her dear friend a glorious orgasm. Were they now lovers? Gabby thought so and was eager to move their relationship forward. For Mary’s part she had enjoyed the frolic with Gabby. It was exciting and made her feel grown-up and experienced. This was a dangerous secret that she relished. She had done things, sexual things, adult things. It didn’t matter that it was just her friend. She told herself she wasn’t a lesbian, it was just naughty fun.

The week after the Easter holidays the girls had returned to school and they had no spare time together until the Wednesday afternoon. They were in Mary’s room after orchestra practice.

From Episode 1…

“So can we go lie on your bed?” Gabby’s voice was soft and earnest.

“Why?” Mary looked at her, opening her eyes wide to imitate a blank look of enquiry.

“Stop it!” Gabby shook her hand in mild frustration, “You know I love you, please?”

Mary rolled her head to the side to face Gabby, “I love you too. But I don’t have a one track mind like you?”

“I know, but will you let me kiss you again?” Gabby’s confidence faltered slightly.

“Just kissing?” Mary made a haughty face to tease Gabby. Then sat up and faced her, “But why do I think it won’t just be kissing,” she grinned which reignited Gabby’s confidence.

Gabby shuffled up and kissed her lightly on the lips, “Admit it, you loved it when I made you orgasm.”

“I made you do it first,” Mary countered.

“You did and it was beautiful. You are beautiful,” she kissed Mary again this time more deeply. Mary responded and their tongues played back and forth. Gabby wanted her, “Com’on,” she pulled her up by the hand and dragged her through to the bedroom.

Gabby used her slight height and weight advantage to toss Mary onto the bed. She clambered up and immediately lay on top of her and continued kissing her. They kissed for a couple of minutes, fencing tongues and relishing the intimacy after the few days’ forced separation.

“God, you get me so horny.”

“Shit, do I need to get the rubber sheets then?” Mary teased her following their last encounter.

“Stop it! I told you that was your fault, you sexy bitch.”

Gabby slid down Mary’s body to kneel at her feet. She placed her hands on Mary’s toes and squeezed through the heavy socks. She ran her hands up Mary’s feet and ankles and on up her shins. Above the socks she came into contact with Mary’s bare knees. She started to push the hem of her long skirt up, she stole a mischievous look up at Mary’s face.

“What are you up to, you perv?” Mary grinned at her.

Gabby was feeling brave, “I’m going to take your knickers off,” she giggled lustily.

Mary crossed her legs, “No you are fucking not!” “Yes I am fucking am,” Gabby uncrossed Mary’s ankles and immediately slid her hands up to Mary’s knees again, pushing up the long skirt.

Mary chuckled, “You are useless at cursing.”

“Why?” Gabby grinned up at her from between her now exposed thighs.

“Come here,” Mary waggled her fingers at Gabby.

“No,” I’m staying here. Her hands now rode up under Mary’s skirt. She felt the warm soft skin of her thighs as she made her way up to her knickers. She managed to get her fingers around the sides of Mary’s large, navy blue coloured pants. She started tugging gently.

“Shit! You are a fucking perv. Leave my knickers alone,” Mary wriggled and tried to push Gabby’s hands away. But her laughter signalled that she was only half serious.

“I’m taking off your knickers,”

“Wwhhyy?” the question was elongated and rising in pitch.

“I want to escort see.”

“See what?” Mary exclaimed in falseto.

“”Your FANNY!” Gabby roared through laughter.

Both laughed and Gabby started tugging at Mary’s pants while Mary wriggled in false protest and complained, “You are a fucking pervy lesbian.”

“I know. Now show ME!” Gabby knelt up and used her greater strength to pivot Mary up off the bed and to drag her knickers off her bum and pull them up along her raised legs. Mary squealed and wriggled as they came off and Gabby tossed them aside then grabbed Mary’s knees and spread them wide. Mary’s skirt was flipped up over her hips and so her naked pussy was fully exposed to Gabby’s gaze.

Mary had stopped wriggling. There was no point. There was no longer any need to protect her modesty. Gabby could see everything. She watched as Gabby shuffled up and allowed Mary’s legs to descend either side of her. Mary’s bum came to rest on Gabby’s knees while her legs remained splayed and raised either side of her body and bent at the knees. It was at once undignified and very sexy. Mary was curious to see what Gabby would do now she had exposed her so completely. Once more this appealed to Mary’s desire to be grown-up and experience sex. Right then she willing to play along with Gabby.

Gabby was excited. Her heart pounded, partly from the exertion of wrestling with Mary, and partly from the exhilaration of exposing her pussy. She smoothed her hands down Mary’s thighs until they met over her vulva. She framed her labia with her hands while she explored the abundant bush of black, shiny pubes. She smoothed the hairs back around Mary’s labia, exposing the pink slit of her pussy. Gently she prised the outer lips apart; they opened to reveal the fine inner lips. Gabby admired the exquisite form of Mary’s neat folds. Her own pussy lips were darker and thicker than Mary’s. Less pretty she thought.

With her right hand Gabby stroked her fingertips down Mary’s labia, tickling and teasing the sensitive flesh. Mary let out a short, involuntary gasp. Gabby looked up to make eye contact and smiled at her friend. Mary didn’t smile back. Her expression didn’t change. She looked serene. She seemed content to allow Gabby to continue to touch and explore her so intimately.

Gabby continued to play her fingers up and down on Mary’s pussy. Gradually she increased the pressure and noticed that her labia were becoming increasingly slick. Mary was obviously getting a little excited. This discovery thrilled Gabby. She felt like touching her own pussy, but she didn’t want to change positions in case it broke the spell. She still wasn’t one hundred per cent certain how far Mary would allow her to go.

But Mary was enjoying the touch. Deep down she had her reservations about the lesbian nature of it all. She was sure she wasn’t lesbian, but she did love Gabby and trusted her. Somehow it was OK if she did these things with her best friend. After all she was learning about her body and about sex. She would be more experienced than other girls now. Having sex secrets made her feel mature. She liked what Gabby was doing. If it made her cum that was OK too.

Gabby was now playing with Mary’s clit with the thumb of her left hand while the fingers of her right hand slid slowly up and down Mary’s labia. Gently her index and middle fingers were going a little deeper on each pass until they were dipping into her pussy for about half the length of her fingers. She could hear Mary’s steady breathing and knew she was enjoying it.

She wanted Mary to orgasm for her again. She could feel the hot wetness of her pussy. She knew she was turning her on. She could smell the musky scent and it made her more curious. Gabby dipped her head towards Mary’s bursa eve gelen escort pussy. She glanced up at Mary and saw she had her eyes closed. She wanted to taste Mary and she didn’t want to debate it. She leaned in and planted her mouth on Mary’s labia and with the flat of her tongue she licked up and over Mary’s clit.

Mary gasped aloud, “Shit.” She looked down and saw the bushy crimson crown of Mary’s head in between her legs. She could feel Gabby’s tongue working over her pussy and teasing her clit. How did she know how to do that? Mary wondered. “Ah fuck, Babe.” Was all she could say.

Gabby followed her instinct. She had often imagined doing this to a girl, to Mary. She had watched lesbian videos on line. It looked amazing. Now she was doing it. Mary’s pussy smelt of her body wash and tasted just slightly tangy. She liked it. Gabby licked deeply but soon realised that Mary’s gasps were most pronounced when she lapped her clit. She concentrated her efforts there in shorter, faster licks. Mary was bucking gently against her, increasing the pace and force of her actions. She knew she could make her cum. Gabby stopped licking and gently sucked Mary’s hood and clit between her lips, softly pinching the sensitive flesh gently with her lips.

“Aww, fuck,” Mary gasped rather than spoke.

It was working, Gabby knew she could do this. She alternately licked, sucked and pinched as Mary writhed and bucked under her mouth.

Mary was loving it. It was so naughty and sexy. Her best friend was licking her pussy. She was going to cum. But she just needed something more to help her over. When she masturbated she usually played with her clit and pushed her fingers or her hairbrush handle inside her. She immediately spoke this thought, “Stick your fingers in,” she commanded Gabby.

Gabby immediately obeyed and pushed two, then three fingers into Mary’s pussy as she continued to lick her.

“Awww fuck, yes,” Mary knew she was well on her way. She thrust her hips at Gabby who got the idea and started to finger her faster and deeper.

“Yes… yes,” Mary repeated in gasps. Until at last she let out a long groan and folded up slightly, drawing her knees up as she jerked her way to a wonderful orgasm.

Gabby allowed her to settle before withdrawing her slick, wet fingers from Mary’s pussy. She watched as her labia slowly closed in and she bent to kiss her pussy once more, causing Mary to twitch and cry out, “No! No. No more. Too much.”

Gabby ducked under Mary’s left leg and crawled up by her left side. She hugged her close in and kissed her face.

“You smell like fanny,” Mary jokingly complained.

“Kiss me anyway.” Gabby kissed Mary deeply and she kissed back. Not really minding the taste of her own pussy on Gabby’s mouth.

They lay in each other’s arms for a bit before Mary spoke, “So I think we have conclusive proof that you are definitely a fully paid-up lesbo.”

“What makes you say that?” Gabby teased.

“Well, your face in my crack, maybe.” Mary giggled.

“Stop it! You are so rude,” Gabby gave her a gentle, scolding smack on her bottom

Mary rolled up to rest on her elbow to face Gabby, “I’m rude!? Who pulled my knickers off? Who started fingering me? Who stuck her face in my fanny?”

“And who gave you a lovely orgasm with my mouth and fingers?”

Mary softened, “You did,” She kissed Gabby’s lips, “Beautiful girl.” She kissed her again, swirling her tongue into Gabby’s mouth.

Gabby touched Mary’s face as they parted, “I’m really horny now.”

Mary knew she should help her out but she really didn’t think she could return the favour and do what Gabby had done, “I don’t mind if you want to play with görükle escort yourself.”

Gabby was disappointed, but she understood that Mary didn’t feel the way she did. Besides, playing with herself in front of Mary would be sexy. “Will you kiss me while I do it?”

Mary smiled at her and bent to kiss her on the tip of the nose, “Yes. But not on your fanny, OK?”

Giggling Gabby slid off the bed and unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She scooted her knickers down her legs and stepped out of them. Mary admired her flaming red pubes as she climbed up on the bed again and snuggled up to Mary. She lay on her back with Mary leaning over her slightly. Suddenly she said, “Other side.”

“What?”

“Let me go on the other side so you are on my left. I need my right hand free.”

Mary grinned but complied with the instructions and they rearranged themselves in a mirror image of a few moments before.

They lay side by side. Mary still knickerless but otherwise still outwardly in her school uniform. Gabby was dressed on top, but only in socks below the waist. They cuddled together and Gabby looked up into Mary’s eyes. Mary sensed the desire and kissed her.

“I love you kissing me,” Gabby smiled.

“I love you,” Mary whispered as she resumed kissing her.

Gabby wanted to cum. She was so turned on by the situation. She knew it wouldn’t take long. Her fingers moved over her pussy finding it slippery and hot. She zeroed in on her clit and made small circles. As the tempo built she slid her fingers down to curl into her pussy. With the heel of her hand she ground her clit. This was how she knew to get herself off.

Mary continued kissing her as she played. A week or so back and she would have been shocked at Gabby’s brazen display, and her complicity. Yes they had talked often about playing with themselves. But only ever as hints and allusions; never outright admission. Even though in the past week they had crossed many lines. Mary was genuinely excited to witness Gabby playing with herself so openly. She would watch her fingers playing with her pussy and then kiss her again. If she left it too long before kissing, Gabby would raise up her face searching for Mary’s mouth.

Gabby’s breath came faster and faster. Mary could hear the wet sounds of her hand in her pussy. Her hips writhed in time to her hand and Mary could feel the heat of her body, just like the other night.

Between kisses Mary whispered, “Do it, Babe. Make yourself cum.”

Gabby seemed to obey and shuddered through her climax, groaning into Mary’s mouth. Mary held the kiss until Gabby stopped quivering. For the next few moments she studied the contented expression on Gabby’s face as she regained her breath. Her breathing slowed along with the rise and fall of her chest. Once Gabby seemed to be completely recovered she opened her eyes.

Mary surprised herself by offering, “Let’s take our clothes off.” She couldn’t say then or later what motivated this, just that in that moment she wanted to be naked with Gabby. Mary started it off by unbuttoning Gabby’s blouse. A minute later they were both completely naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. For the best part of the next hour they kissed and explored one another’s bodies. Gabby licked Mary again to another orgasm and this time Mary fingered Gabby to another gushing climax. Mary felt the hot flow over her fingers as Gabby came. Gabby looked sheepish but Mary kissed her and told her it was exciting.

They noticed the time. It was already long past 6 pm so they hurriedly dressed before the deadline of Mary’s parents’ return. Gabby left for her own home, but not before one final, lingering kiss.

“I love you so much Babe,” Gabby offered.

“I love you too,” Mary returned and Gabby’s heart swelled.

But then Mary added quickly, “Fucking lesbo freak,” Gabby felt deflated but Mary consoled her with another brief kiss and added, “I like it.”

A grinning Gabby left the room and ran all the way home, excited about their evolving relationship.

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I met my friend Lesley during the first two weeks of working at Temptations. We were dancing on the same shift and I noticed the first few days I was there that the guys went wild whenever Lesley walked out on stage. She’s a slender, sexy girl with long, dark hair and small, hard tits that drive the audience crazy. And her eyes…when Lesley stares at me with those beautiful eyes, I can almost feel her tongue burrowing up my pussy…but I’m getting ahead of myself.

Lesley and I hadn’t really gotten to know each other until the second Saturday I was working. I’d just finished my tour of the audience and was taking a break backstage when she came rushing in, nipples stiff and her body glistening just a little from the on-stage workout. She glanced around the break area and made a beeline for me.

“There’s a guy out there who wants another table dance,” she told me.

I shrugged. It’d been a great night so far, and I was feeling generous. “Why don’t you take it?” I said. “I’m kinda tired, anyway.”

Lesley shook her head impatiently. “He wants BOTH of us,” she said, “and he’s willing to tip us each double.”

Well, this sounded interesting, but as Lesley dragged me out to the tables I warned her that I hadn’t tried this before — I didn’t to screw things up and make bursa eskort her lose a good tip. “Don’t worry about it,” my new friend told me. “Just do what you normally do, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

Doing what I normally did was easy. Lesley took me over to this guy and we both flirted with him for a short while until the right song came on. Both of us started dancing slowly, brushing up against him from both sides, and after a minute or so I was straddling his lap. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my pussy through the thin material of my g-string. It would’ve felt even better to get that flimsy barrier out of the way and make some serious contact, but that’s not permitted in the middle of the club dining area! I had to content myself with grinding my pelvis against his and brushing my nipples and tits up against his face occasionally.

After a minute or so of this I was pushed forward as Lesley swung herself over the guy’s legs too. I felt her hard breasts rub up against my bare back and shivered in delight; up until that point I’d never felt something so erotic. A small hand appeared on either side of my chest and Lesley started pinching and pulling at my nipples, teasing our customer playfully. I shut my eyes and continued to sway, revelling bursa bayan escort in the feel of her breath on my neck, hands on my tits, and her strong thighs and damp pussy grinding against my ass. Then Lesley brushed my hair to the side and bit down lightly on my neck, sucking on my soft skin just a bit while the guy we were riding practically drooled into his own lap.

I leaned my head back and arched my back, pushing my hard nipples through Lesley’s fingers. “You are making me so hot!” I whispered to her. The customer, oblivious to what was going on between Lesley and I, stroked the outsides of my legs cautiously while Lesley’s tongue reached out to tickle my ear. I fell forward and mashed myself even harder against the guy’s crotch, desperate for some kind of stimulation against my clit. Lesley’s hands fell away from my tits, but she quickly reached one arm around my stomach and pulled me back. She was watching out for me; we could get in trouble for being *too* friendly with a customer.

Lesley was watching out for me in another way, too. While her left hand caressed the soft undersides of my tits, her right disappeared between her legs and beneath me. I smothered our customer’s face in my chest as two of Lesley’s tiny fingers bursa ucuz escort sank all the way into my pussy. I bucked and writhed in this guy’s lap; I’m sure he could feel Lesley’s hand moving against me, out of sight of anyone watching.

My beautiful partner breathed heavily in my ear. “I’m going to take you home and ride your face while I fuck you with a huge dildo,” she whispered. “You’re going to lick my pussy and ass until I cum on your face, then I’m going to fuck you every way I can think of!”

That did it for me. My entire body shook as I came on Lesley’s fingers. The poor guy we were riding had to help hold me up; his legs might still have bruises from me gripping so hard with my thighs! I could almost feel Lesley grinning as she swayed behind me and bit down lightly on my neck. When my orgasm had subsided both her hands returned to my breasts, and I reluctantly dismounted from our more-than-pleased customer. From the smile on his face he knew he’d gotten more than the typical table dance. To this day I haven’t gotten a single tip as large as that one!

“Did you like that?” Lesley asked me when we were alone again backstage. She trailed one long nail up my stomach and between my breasts, making me shiver again.

“I loved that,” I told her.

Lesley smiled and tweaked one of my nipples. “Well, we can practice anytime you want,” she said. Her name was called for the next set on stage and she turned to walk away, then looked back over her shoulder. “And it doesn’t have to be for work.” I smiled back and promised myself we’d practice every day…

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Erica was a little surprised to get an invitation for an afternoon of “fun and relaxation” from the Bay Valley Golf and Tennis Club. The invitation contained a phone number for confirmation, as well as a business card from Valerie Wood, President.

After reading the invitation again, a little alarm bell sounded in Erica’s mind. She had recently seduced one of her professors, although after the thorough fucking she had received, she wondered if she had been the victim of a seduction. The name “Wood” may just have been a coincidence, but she just wasn’t sure. She called to confirm her “reservation.”

Erica had just graduated from Bay Valley State University and looked every bit the mature, confident woman she was. Her body was what men dreamed about – long, well-toned legs, a superb, round ass, a delicate waist, and beautiful, heavy breasts that filled out a c-cup bra almost to the point of overfill – except that Erica didn’t own a bra. She hadn’t worn one since high school. A recent trip to a clothing optional Jamaican resort had given Erica a sexy glow that went well with her confident aura.

This invitation caused a frown to creep across her beautiful face. “What to wear?” was the first thing to cross Erica’s mind. Certainly not one of the risqué outfits that she wore to work in the adult novelty shop where she was employed.

She finally decided on a pair of mid-thigh khaki shorts and a conservative top, bikini panties, and bra. Therein lay the problem. Her roommate, Lisa would gladly loan her a bra, but hers fit a very voluptuous set of 38DD tits – not an option. Erica resigned herself to the fact that she would have to go bra shopping.

Liking the displays in the window, Erica went into the Victoria’s Secret store and was almost overwhelmed. She was about to leave when a very pretty salesgirl offered to help.

“Hello. I’m Toni. How may I help you?” she asked.

“Hi. I’m Erica and I need a bra,” answered Erica, still looking around at the abundant selections.

“I think you might be in the right place,” said Toni with a smile. “What size are you?”

“36C,” said Erica.

“Are you sure?” asked Toni. “You look a little fuller to me. Let me get a tape measure.”

Erica looked around, paying more attention to the styles and material until Toni returned.

“I can do this better if you take off your t-shirt. Step into the dressing rooms with me and remove your top please,” said Toni, very professionally.

Turning her back to Toni, Erica took off her shirt. Her nipples, ever erect, did not let this opportunity to be noticed pass. When she turned around, Toni’s eyes were drawn to the center of each of Erica’s breasts.

“You have gorgeous breasts,” said Toni, “but I think those are the loveliest nipples I have ever seen. If we were better acquainted, I might make a pass at you.”

“Don’t hesitate on the account of unfamiliarity. I’m Erica, I love sex, and you have a pretty good set yourself,” said Erica, in her sexiest, sultriest voice. “What more do you need?”

Toni pulled Erica to her and kissed her passionately, slipping her tongue into Erica’s mouth and finding a willing cavern opening to her. Erica sucked on Toni’s tongue, playing with it before releasing it back into Toni’s mouth, and following it. Their kiss lasted for over a minute, and each was breathless when they broke apart. They were so engrossed in the moment that neither had laid a hand on the other.

Both girls were shaken by the intensity of the kiss, and stepped back to look longingly at one another.

“I sure wish I wasn’t at work,” said Toni breathlessly.

“Me too,” mumbled Erica. “When do you get off?”

“Every chance I get!” replied Toni, laughing at Erica’s unintended double intendre. “But I work until six.”

Laughing with her, Erica said, “Well, that’s good to know! I have an appointment soon, so we need to get the bra thing done. Here’s my number – maybe we can get together soon!”

Toni resumed her professional demeanor, and began measuring Erica, discovering that Erica’s breasts had indeed grown to a full 36D cup. Even as professional as she was, Toni couldn’t help but to cop a feel once or twice, only heightening Erica’s tension.

Pulling up her top, Toni said, “This bra is one of our best sellers. We call it the ‘Attention Getter.'” The bra’s almost sheer cups ended just below Toni’s puffy nipples, and exquisite lace covered them.

“I can see how it got its name,” said Erica. “I’ll take a burgundy one and a white one to wear now.”

After exchanging phone numbers, Erica, more dressed than she had been in years, left the mall and drove to the golf club. It was situated on the high-rent side of town and she had no trouble finding the address. Showing her invitation to the gate attendant, she was directed to a private parking area.

Entering the only door she saw, Erica was greeted by a stunning secretary who obviously had greater ambitions than working at a country club. Her escort bayan hair and makeup were flawless, her clothes were fit for a model, and her body, when she stood up to greet Erica, was the stuff men’s dreams are made of.

“I have an appointment with Valerie Wood,” said Erica.

“Oh, you must be Erica! I’m Tiffany. Val’s been looking forward to meeting you, and I can see why,” said the voluptuous secretary, as she gave Erica a head-to-toe lustful look. “If there’s anything you need while you’re here, just let me know.”

With that, she turned and walked to a nearby door, making sure to swing her ass and emphasize her invitation. After knocking gently, she looked back at Erica and winked before going into Valerie’s office. When the door opened again, Tiffany was nowhere to be seen, and an absolute vision walked out to greet Erica. Red hair, green eyes, full, pendulous breasts, legs like a model’s, and an ass atop them that begged for an adequate descritption.

“Hi. I’m Valerie Wood and I’m so glad to meet you! Come in and let’s get acquainted,” she said warmly.

Erica entered the office of a very wealthy, comfortable golf club president, and was taken aback at its opulence. The dark wood of the office appointments were quite soothing, but the arrangement of the furniture said all business. Valerie sat down behind the large wooden desk and finished quickly on the computer.

Looking around, Erica saw Tiffany in a small room to the side of the office. She saw Erica looking at her and asked, “Would you care for something to drink?”

Erica replied, “No, thanks,” and turned her attention back to Valerie, who was getting out of her chair and walking around the desk. She sat beside Erica and put a hand on her arm.

“Tiff, we’ll be leaving soon to go to the house. I don’t want to be disturbed, so handle things here for me please,” Valerie told her secretary, who had come back to stand before them.

Erica could feel the sexual tension in the room, and wondered to herself if Valerie and Tiffany were lovers. “Damn, I’d love to see that going on!” she thought.

Tiffany said, “You two have fun. If you need any help, just call me.” With that, she left Erica and Valerie alone.

“I guess I owe you an explanation,” began Valerie. She began gently rubbing Erica’s arm, and launched into her explanation. “My husband and I are adventurous lovers. We adore each other, are passionately in love with each other, and know that our love can withstand anything. This love and understanding gives us the opportunity to explore the mysteries of love and sex, and share with each other to increase our pleasure. Occasionally we will take a lover, and, if the experience warrants it, share that lover. We have done this a few times, and the results have been spectacular!”

By now, Valerie’s smooth, husky voice and gentle rubbing on her arm had Erica almost in a trance. She looked at Valerie and said,

“You know don’t you?”

“Yes, Darling, I know,” replied Valerie, quite matter-of-factly. “I know you seduced my husband, and I know he fucked you well, as he does me. I’ve explained our relationship and want you to know I’m not in the least bit jealous. In fact, I’m trying to seduce you right now!”

She leaned in and kissed Erica’s lips gently, quickly. The light kiss quickly turned hot as Erica took Valerie’s face in her hands and used her tongue to force Valerie’s lips apart. Easily sliding her tongue into Valerie’s waiting mouth, Erica explored the inside of her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, and licking the roof of Valerie’s mouth.

Valerie had moved her hand from Erica’s arm to her breast, and was amazed at the size and hardness of the nipple she found. Pinching it, she realized that Erica was a woman who loved to have her nipples attended to, and made a mental note to that effect.

Breaking the kiss, Erica said breathlessly, “I don’t think you’ll have to try very hard.”

Valerie laughed and said, “Erica, my dear, I’m going to enjoy your sexy body and see if my husband was right! He said you were incredible, and I intend to find out if he was right.”

Standing up, they fell into another passionate embrace. Valerie pushed Erica to the desk, so that her ass was against the edge. Grinding her hips into Erica’s thighs, pulling her nipples, and kissing her forcefully, Valerie could feel the heat emanating from Erica’s body.

Erica’s hands naturally cupped Valerie’s ass and she was loving the feel that greeted her hands – a skirt with no panties! Breaking the kiss, she asked, “Do you always work without underwear?”

“Only when it will be to my advantage,” said Valerie, as she took Erica’s hand and placed it on what was the smoothest pussy Erica had ever felt. “You like that?” she asked sexily.

“Yes, but is this the best place?” answered Erica.

“Tom said you were wise beyond your years,” Valerie said as she backed away and looked at Erica. “We need to get to a more private place – like my bursa vip escort house.”

With that, she shrugged into her coat, and taking Erica by the hand, led her to the parking lot where they were both parked.

“Follow me,” said Valerie, as she got into her luxury sedan. Erica had no trouble keeping up and soon they entered a secluded driveway to a rather impressive looking house. The gate had closed behind them, and Erica felt a little bit of uneasiness on being locked in.

Remembering that smooth pussy allayed her fears, and she hopped out of her car and helped Valerie get out. Valerie made sure to give her an eyeful as she exited her car. Taking a chance, Erica pinned her to the side of the car, and planted a very fervent, sexy kiss on her hostess.

Breaking the kiss, Valerie said breathlessly, “Tom said you were very open with your feelings, and didn’t mind showing them. I assure you, we’re going to have a very enjoyable afternoon. Feel how wet I am just thinking about you,” she said and pulled her skirt up almost to her waist.

Erica reached under the hem of Valerie’s skirt and encountered an extremely wet pair of lips. Easily sliding her middle finger into that steaming pussy, she slowly leaned in and kissed Valerie softly.

Valerie said breathlessly, “You sure know how to turn a girl on. Let’s get inside where we can really get to know each other.”

As they turned towards the house, Erica slipped her arm around Valerie’s waist and pulled her close, their hips rubbing sexily as they sashayed up the steps and onto the porch. While Valerie entered the security code, Erica took the opportunity to step behind her and raise her skirt, exposing the most delicious-looking ass she had ever seen.

“Valerie, you have absofuckinglutely the most desirable ass I have ever seen,” said Erica, as she ran her hands over the twin globes almost reverently.

“Why, thank you my dear. You keep that up and you’ll get to examine it more closely,” said Valerie, as she entered the foyer. “Welcome to our home. Now, let’s have some fun!”

Valerie took Erica’s hand and led her to her and Tom’s bedroom. Decorated lavishly, it exuded sex and pleasure. The drapes were drawn, and the only light came from scented candles located discreetly around the room. The huge four-poster bed looked big enough for six people, and Erica could only imagine the history it held.

Valerie was stripping off her clothes as Erica took in the aura of the room. When Erica looked at Valerie, nude, she realized what a sexy, gorgeous body Mrs. Wood possessed. Flawless skin, grapefruit-sized breasts, with dollar-sized nipples, a gently pinched waist, and flaring hips that emphasized Valerie’s womanly sexiness – all of this in one body built for all the pleasures of sex.

“Yes, it’s our fucking bedroom, and that’s what we use it for. We sleep upstairs. I am a tantric goddess and I need a neutral place to educate clients. This room serves that purpose,” explained Valerie. “Are you going to get naked or do I have to rip your clothes off?”

“Oh, I’m getting naked!” said Erica playfully, as Valerie began rubbing up and down her body.

Taking off her shorts and top, Erica stood before Valerie in her thong and matching bra.

“That is one sexy bra!” said Valerie as she took in the vision before her.

Erica started to explain about the purchase, but Valerie didn’t give her a chance. Cupping a breast in each hand, Valerie used her thumbs to arouse Erica’s supersensitive nipples even further than they already were. She peeled the lace from each nipple and greedily began sucking them like a hungry child.

“I love having that done by someone who knows how,” said Erica, as she rubbed Valerie’s neck and back.

She felt that familiar tingle begin to creep up her legs, and knew she was in the hands of a master seductress. Not knowing whether to give in completely and enjoy the rising tide, or to stop and give back some pleasure, Erica opened her eyes and saw their image in a full-length mirror.

Easily, the most erotic image she had ever gazed upon, their bodies about to be consumed by passion, made Erica realize that she wanted more than a quick climax from having her boobs sucked by Valerie. She gently moved Valerie’s head up to her face and kissed her deeply.

“You don’t know how sensitive my nipples are yet, and I want to explore more of you before I come,” said Erica, as she looked longingly into Valerie’s lusty eyes. “Let’s extend this little party for a while.”

“Oh, you’re right,” said Valerie. “I guess I got a little carried away. Let’s get in the hot tub and begin the relaxing afternoon I promised you.”

Taking Erica by the hand, Valerie opened a sliding glass door, and they stepped onto a very private patio, with a hot tub at one end. “We use this when we’re entertaining friends. The tub is far enough away so that it’s semi-private.”

Leading Erica to the steps, Valerie bursa elit escort put her arm around Erica’s waist and said lustfully, “I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”

They entered the warm, soothing water together and sat down on the first bench, never breaking body contact. As Valerie turned to face Erica, she said, “I feel as if I already know you. Tom told me about your tryst on his desk, and he was impressed with your amazing sexual energy. He was almost ready to shoot another load when you two finished. I really have trouble getting him off twice in a short period. He also told me how sensitive your nipples are.”

“Well, that big, fat dick of his really filled my pussy, and when I came, he lay there and made it swell and fill me more! How does he do that?” asked Erica, as she felt Valerie’s breast for the first time.

They were sitting side by side, with their legs touching and their upper bodies turned towards each other. This allowed each girl to explore the other’s body without breaking physical contact.

“I don’t know, but he does it to me too. He usually does it right after I’ve climaxed, and it gets me off again,” replied Valerie, as she took Erica’s nipple in her mouth. She began sucking gently and Erica gave in to the sensations coursing like liquid fire through her body.

She put both arms around Valerie’s shoulders and forced her face into her breasts, presenting a tit-lover’s wet dream. Valerie sucked one nipple while pinching the other, then switched. Each nipple got its fair share of loving, and Erica couldn’t help herself.

She held Valerie almost motionless and let her orgasm take over her body. Digging her fingers into Valerie’s shoulders, Erica came strongly, but quietly.

Waiting for the sensations to subside, Erica gently lifted Valerie’s lips to her own and kissed them lovingly. When their eyes met, Erica said, “No one ever made me come just by loving my breasts. I think I need to return the favor,” and lowered her lips to Valerie’s luscious nipples.

Not hard and erect, as Erica’s were, Valerie’s nipples were puffy and soft to the tongue. Erica didn’t want to suck them too hard, for fear of hurting them, so she licked and gently kissed them until Valerie said, “Look. We can stay out here all night making love to each others’ titties, or we can go into the house and have some real fun.”

Thinking she had disappointed Valerie, Erica said, “Aren’t I doing it right?”

“Oh, yes Lover. You’re doing it soooo right. I just want to get something in these pussies!” replied Valerie knowingly. “Just feel what you are doing to me,” she said as she took Erica’s hand and guided it to her now-dripping pussy.

Even under water, Erica could tell that Valerie was extremely wet and slick. She slid two fingers into Valerie’s cunt effortlessly and gently moved them in and out.

“See Darling, you know just how to push my buttons. Let’s go inside and really enjoy ourselves,” said Valerie as she stood up, taking Erica by the hand and helping her stand.

They took time to dry each other, making sure to linger in the right places and maintain their level of excitement. When Valerie started back to the house, she took Erica’s hand and put it on her hips, saying, “You know, Tom wants to fuck me back there, but I don’t think I can take it. Maybe you’ll get a chance.”

Erica recognized this as an invitation, and gently slipped her fingers into the crack of Valerie’s exquisite ass. Probing deep into the space between the two perfect globes, Erica encountered a very relaxed asshole and slipped a finger into it.

“If that’s any indication, you shouldn’t have any trouble. All it takes is preparation and patience. Believe me, the rewards are worth it,” said Erica quietly, as they entered the house.

Leading her to the bedroom, Valerie opened a closet and rolled out a massage table. Helping Erica onto it, Valerie retrieved some towels and oil. Erica lay on her stomach and Valerie started gently massaging each calf.

The lotion was warm and smelled heavenly. As Valerie’s hands moved up to her thighs, she slowly spread Erica’s legs and rubbed the inside of each thigh, getting nearer to her dripping pussy with each stroke.

Moving to Erica’s ass, Valerie realized Erica’s pussy needed more attention. She said quietly, “Be patient, my Love. I’ll get back to that special place soon.”

Massaging up Erica’s back and shoulders, Valerie rubbed Erica’s neck, then turned her over. Kissing the luscious lips briefly, she then started down the front of Erica’s body.

She blew warm air over each nipple as she rubbed it. Although they quickly came to attention, Valerie left them and massaged Erica’s stomach and then her pubic region. Giving each thigh its own share of attention, Valerie finally returned to Erica’s pussy.

By this time, Erica was in exquisite agony, loving the adoring attention Valerie was giving her body, and wanting to have her smoldering pussy attended to.

Well aware of Erica’s wanton desire, Valerie said, “My Darling, I’m going to devour your pussy and love it as only another woman can. You may think that you’ve had your cunt eaten by experts, but I assure you – they were amateurs. When I finish, you may never want to leave.”

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Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to start. It was already fifteen minutes past midnight and the girl’s foul mood was obvious even to the popcorn boy. Her date for the evening had stood her up, none of her friends were around, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. Sighing, she leaned back in the scratchy seat as the lights finally dimmed.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, flashing a spear of light at the opening curtains. A dim figure strolled down the aisle. She seated herself next to Wendy, further annoying the already unhappy girl. The theatre was nearly empty; there was no reason why this woman had to sit just one seat away. The pre-movie advertisements for popcorn and licorice boomed to life and Wendy glanced at the newcomer out of the corner of her eye.

Wendy’s neighbor was wildly sexy. Her dark hair floated wildly around her creamy complexioned face and her blue eyes flashed merrily in the illumination from the movie screen. The girl wore a nearly see-through blouse and long black skirt, and even in the dim light Wendy could see that she had no bra. All and all, she appeared to be ready for a night at the dance clubs rather than the movies.

The film started and Wendy turned her attention to the screen. Almost immediately, the other girl propped her feet up on the seat in the next row. For the next ten minutes, both women were absorbed by the intense bursa escort prison break unfolding before them. Soon after, however, the movie turned to an impressively provocative sex scene. About two minutes later, as a lithe blonde’s naked ass undulated on the screen, Wendy once again glanced at her neighbor. The movie was quickly forgotten as Wendy realized with a shock what the other woman was doing.

The girl’s feet still rested on the corners of the seat before her and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Beneath, she obviously wore nothing. With one hand the dark-haired girl was stroking the inside of her thighs lightly. The other was busy at the apex of her legs, slowly massaging her clit with a circular motion.

Wendy sat silently, transfixed by the sight of the masturbating woman. The scene on the screen soon changed, but Wendy’s neighbor continued touching herself. Wendy turned around quickly, blond curls bouncing, and scanned the theatre. No one else seemed to have noticed what was going on in Wendy’s row and she knew that the theatre workers very rarely checked out the screening rooms while a movie was playing. Breathing somewhat quickly, Wendy turned her attention back to the action one seat away.

The other girl looked up suddenly, locking her gaze on Wendy’s and smiling. The tip of her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked across her upper lip in a slow, provocative gesture. bursa escort bayan Her fingers continued their work, flickering steadily between her legs. Wendy found that she couldn’t break the girl’s gaze. Unconsciously, her hand began caressing her own nipple through the fabric of her sweater and bra. The other girl’s smile grew wider.

Without warning, Wendy’s neighbor slid from her seat and crossed the short distance between the two of them on her knees. Wendy’s eyes grew wide. Without hesitating, her new friend pushed Wendy’s knees apart and softly kissed the milky skin on the inside of Wendy’s thigh. A jolt of electricity shot through the big-chested girl’s body, causing her nipples to stiffen instantly and a liquid warmth to wash over her skin. Her anonymous lover recognized the response instantly and trailed her tongue all the way up and under the leg of Wendy’s cutoffs.

The movie was totally forgotten now, as were any concerns that someone else might oversee. Wendy fumbled for the clasp of her shorts, releasing them faster than she’d thought possible. The kneeling girl ripped the cutoffs away, pulling Wendy’s panties with them. Leaning back in her seat, Wendy thrust her legs over the back of the chair before her. The dark-haired girl’s face immediately smothered Wendy’s dripping cunt, licking and sucking at the engorged lips while her tongue stroked bursa merkez escort Wendy’s hardening clit. Sliding her hands beneath her sweater, Wendy rolled and pinched her erect nipples between her own fingertips. The screen was exploding with a sound as the movie flashed to a raging gunfight, but Wendy didn’t notice.

The anonymous woman’s skirt bunched up around her waist once more and Wendy could see the smooth skin of the girl’s round ass rubbing against the rough plastic of the seatback. Skilled fingers opened the gate of Wendy’s nether lips and a warm tongue quickly began stabbing inside her cunt. Wendy bit her lip, trying vainly to keep from moaning. Her heart was beating faster and faster and nearly skipped a beat when the dark-haired girl’s tongue slipped down to probe lightly at the tight pucker of Wendy’s ass.

Wendy did begin groaning then, a deep, throaty sound that was hardly audible above the thunderous sound of the movie. The kneeling woman returned her mouth to Wendy’s clit and began stroking her slick asshole with one fingertip. Seconds later, Wendy gasped as a long finger slid smoothly into her rectum at the same time as soft lips encircled her clit and sucked hard. Wendy climaxed immediately, covering her lover’s face with the sticky fluids of her orgasm. The other girl continued licking and sucking, slowly pumping Wendy’s taut ass with one finger and holding the thrashing girl’s sweater with the other fist. After a few minutes her convulsions ceased and the other woman slid up into Wendy’s embrace.

“I’m Amy,” she whispered, tracing her tongue around the inside of Wendy’s ear.

Wendy smiled in return, and, while the movie continued playing, led Amy from the theatre.

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This is the second part of the “McKayla’s Miracle” series. If you’re interested in the story, you should read chapter 1 first. I love hearing from readers, so please feel free to send me a comment or drop me an email.

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I awoke with McKayla spooned up behind me. Her breath was warm against my neck. One arm was draped around me, cupping my breasts.

I lay there for a long time, wondering what I had done the night before. I had taken another woman as my lover. I didn’t have anything against lesbians or homosexuals. I only knew a few, and they seemed just the same as anyone else. I liked guys then; I still do today.

Yet, that first morning I woke up in McKayla’s bed, I knew there was no turning back. She had spoiled me.

I could count the number of lovers in my life on two hands. Some were good in bed. Some were not. Yet all of them were ultimately out for one thing: themselves. When a guy has sex, he is pretty much guaranteed an orgasm.

For the girl, it’s different. We need to be built up. Slowly. I had a boyfriend in college who was very good in bed. But even then, sometimes he just used me to get off. I truly didn’t mind, because our good trysts outnumbered the bad, and he was a pretty good guy. I think we would have been more serious if the Marine Corps Reserve hadn’t activated him and sent him overseas.

My ex could be good if he wanted something. He could be bad if he just needed to bust a nut. Right after I moved to the beach, I went out with a guy who was a jackass most of the time but he had a “magic penis.” He could do wonders with that thing and he could last for hours. He was my fuck buddy.

But none of them were even close to being in the same league as McKayla.

She did everything right. Even when she was touching or kissing me with just a hint of desperation, she never pawed at me. My breasts weren’t speed bumps on the way to my cunt. When she touched me, it wasn’t just to get me wet enough to slip it in; she primed me up and sent me over the top. She didn’t eat me out thinking that it would automatically entitle her to a blowjob.

No, McKayla spoiled me for all men on that night. As I lay next to her, I knew that she was the one for me. In the soft light, I wondered if I could hold on to her.

The sun had just come up, its rays trying to creep in from behind the drawn curtains. I rolled over on my back. McKayla’s head fell on to my shoulder. She looked so content. Her breathing was slow and steady.

My hand brushed the hair out of her face. She purred in her sleep.

I pushed her on to her back and rolled over on to my side. The top sheet fell away, exposing one of her wondrous breasts. I cupped it in my hand. Beneath her soft skin, it was firm.

The nipple hardened when I pinched it. A sleepy gasp escaped her lips. Leaning over, I gave her a good morning kiss.

She tasted slightly of wine mixed in with a little bit of me.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

McKayla smiled dreamily. “Yes, it is.”

My hand hadn’t left her chest. She bit her lip when I squeezed her breast, a little harder this time.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. We shared a long, sensuous kiss. Our naked bodies pressed together.

I rolled on top of McKayla, pushing the sheet away and straddling her hips. I felt the soft mound of her pussy brush against mine. That reminded me of the night before and the burning lust I felt between my legs that only the woman beneath me could quench.

We kissed some more, a little longer and a little harder each time.

Her hands roamed by body. I loved the tenderness of her touch. It was gentle and eager at the same time.

I began to kiss my way down her body as she had done to me the night before. I wasn’t in any hurry. I wanted to appreciate her beauty. Slowly.

She moaned as I took control. I didn’t really know what I was doing. Instead, I just let my hands and mouth roam, doing all the things to her that I liked having done to me.

My lips lingered on her collarbones. She gasped and stuck her chest out for me.

McKayla’s nipples showed her excitement. Hungrily, I took her breast in my mouth.

“That feels so good,” she gritted her teeth to keep from crying out.

Her hips started to grind against me in a familiar rhythm. I pressed back against her. We started to grind and hump against one another. It didn’t matter that my pussy was empty.

Just having my lover close excited me. The motion started that tingle between my legs. She thrust her chest forward and I suckled on her breast. All the while our hips moved in tandem.

With every nibble McKayla moaned a little louder. When I squeezed her breasts like ripe melons she gasped with a little more enthusiasm.

I had to have her in my mouth. I wanted to know what she tasted like. I needed to give her as much pleasure as she had given me.

McKayla let out a disappointed sigh when I pressed her body flat against her bed. I wedged one of my bursa evi olan escort knees between her legs and pushed them so they were spread wide for me.

I looked down at her neatly trimmed pussy. Her body was splayed out beneath me. My hair hung down and I brushed the tips against her skin.

She closed her eyes and smiled. Planting a series of light kisses down the sensitive sides of her body, I worked my way down, taking care not to rush.

Every inch of her body was sexy and I savoured her, my first sapphic lover. Her skin was so soft.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she purred. I bit her gently right above the hip, drawing another, louder, moan and a sharp gasp.

I felt her hands running through my hair. I know she wanted to grab me by the ears and plant my face right in her pussy—that’s what I had wanted the night before when our positions were reversed—but she didn’t. She was letting me take my time.

My lips left a line of slobbery kisses along her flat belly. I made sure to blow gently on her skin, making the hairs stand up.

“Mmmmmm . . . I like that,” McKayla whispered.

I smiled to myself, happy to be pleasing her.

My next move was to kiss the inside of her thighs, right below the hip. That drives me crazy. And not just a little bit. It makes me in-fucking-sane.

And it had the same effect on McKayla.

She inhaled sharply and thrust her hips forward. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed.

“Did you like that, too?” I asked, teasingly.

“Fuck, yea.” Her voice was trembling.

I inhaled the scent of her pussy. It was sweet and pungent. Her pussy was sopping wet and I was happy to have made her that way.

Her labia were swollen, the folds of her pussy was a bright pink against her dark, tan skin.

The previous night had been the point of no return for me. I looked up at her one more time. She lay there, looking back at me.

Her eyes were full of lust and desire. I wanted so desperately to please her. As she had done to me the night before. But not just to bring her physical pleasure. I wanted to make her loneliness go away. I wanted to give her the love and comfort she deserved.

As I had realised last night, I knew I wanted McKayla to be my love.

Her eyes hooded over as my mouth descended on her pussy. It was slick with anticipation.

My stomach was a bundle of nervous energy. A month ago, this was something I never would have imagined myself doing. Yet there I was, not only about to go down on another woman for the first time, but feeling eager to do so.

I hoped I wouldn’t disappoint her.

One of the things I always hated when guys were giving me oral sex was when they rushed. For them, I think eating a girl out is just some foreplay before getting to the fuck.

So I tried to take it slow. I remembered all of the things I liked and did them on McKayla.

There was lots of tongue involved. She moaned and bucked her hips into my mouth.

When she would draw in her breath I knew I had done something right. When her body tensed, I made sure to file that move away for future use.

Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back. Those perfect breasts fell slightly to the sides. Her nipples were erect, the areolae wrinkled pinches of flesh.

“Oh, yes!” she cried out as my tongue lovingly massaged her swollen clit. My hands were underneath her ass, lifting her slightly off the bed.

I continued to work her over, trying to avoid going to fast, but also trying to build her up to a climax.

“That feels so good, Amberle,” she whispered. I felt her hands brushing through my tangled hair. “So . . . fucking . .. good . . .”

My tongue moved faster, brushing over the sensitive nub. Her breaths were coming shorter.

The rise and fall of her chest was more pronounced.

Her moans were louder. More intense.

“That’s it . . . right . . . right there!” Her head thrashed from side to side. My excitement grew as her grip on my hair became tighter.

I remembered something McKayla did to me the night before. I took two fingers and entered her. That brought a surprised—but delighted—gasp.

She continued to moan, a little louder each time, as I penetrated her, slowly at first, then in rhythm with my mouth.

“Jesus . . . oh, god,” my lover mumbled. “Oh! . . . Yes, right there . . . just . . . like that!”

Inwardly, I smiled to myself, happy that my first experience with a girl was much more satisfying than my first experience with a guy.

McKayla ground her pussy in my face, trying to meet each pass of my tongue with her clit. She arched her back and I knew she was close.

“Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuckfuckfuck,” her voice devolved into a stream of unintelligible sounds, each louder and faster than the last.

With one final cry, McKayla threw her head back on her pillows. She released my hair and began pawing around the bed, looking for the first thing she could find and hold on to. altıparmak escort She made a sound that was a mixture of lust and desire. Pure, unmitigated bliss.

Her pussy flooded with juices around my fingers. My tongue lapped up all I could for as long as her orgasm went on. It seemed like forever as she continued to cum.

McKayla’s moans gradually subsided and I let up on her. Soon, the only sound in the room was her ragged breathing.

I continued to gently kiss and nibble around her pussy. Softly. Gently. Just to tease her a little bit more. I withdrew my fingers from her velvety folds and tasted my lover. She was sweet and delicious.

With one final kiss to her clit, I crawled up the length of her body. I brushed her hair out of her face and brought her lips to mine.

Our kiss was hungry, yet tender. She wrapped her arms around me and we held each other. I felt her round breasts pressing against mine. Her fingertips ran up and down my back.

Every now and then our lips pressed together. McKayla nuzzled up against my neck, her teeth digging slightly into my skin. I sucked on her earlobe, just hard enough to draw a squeal of delight from my lover.

We must have stayed in bed for an hour, not speaking, just content to be in each other’s arms. The sun was well over the horizon and McKayla lifted her head just enough to look at the clock.

With a regret-filled sigh, she sat up, but not before stealing one more kiss from me. Her hair was a glorious mess. I admired her tanned, naked body.

She looked into my eyes, a glimmer of hope and something else on her face. “Are you hungry? Can I make you something for breakfast, or would you like to go out for brunch later?”

“I thought you were breakfast.” I took her hand and pulled her back onto the bed with me. After a night of passionate lovemaking, I didn’t want her to be out of my reach. I kissed her hard, but she pulled away from me. Frustration welled up from within me.

“I’ve, um . . . I’ve got to go to church in a little bit,” she said. Clearly, she didn’t want to leave me either, and that made me feel a little bit better. At least I wasn’t that bad in bed. “Would you like to come with me?”

The look I gave her was one of bewilderment and uncertainty. I had given up going to church when I was in middle school. My folks went some when I was little, but after mom died, dad never went back except on Christmas Eve and Easter. I called myself a Presbyterian, but in truth, sleeping off Saturday night’s excitement was more interesting to me than a boring Sunday morning service.

“I didn’t bring anything to wear,” I uttered the first excuse that came to my mind.

McKayla smiled wistfully, seeing through my bullshit. “God doesn’t care about your clothes, silly. You don’t have to go; I won’t be long.”

I felt awkward. On the one hand, I didn’t have any real reason not to go. My motivations were purely selfish. I didn’t want to be with anyone other than my new lover. I didn’t want to be anywhere except next to McKayla in her bed.

She was also Catholic and that presented another set of quandaries. The papal stance on homosexuality was well-known and pretty much non-negotiable. And since we had spent the past day or so doing nothing but having homosexual sex made me not want to be in their building.

Yet at the same time, I knew that going to church was something that was important to McKayla. I also knew she was going with or without me. I took her hand and we stumbled out of the comfortable bed.

We shared a quick shower that was highlighted by some playful flirting, some not-so-playful groping and a little bit of soap. I ruffled through my bag and found a skirt and blouse outfit that was presentable. McKayla was dressed in a yellow sundress that only made her more radiant. Her hair was pulled back. I admired and envied her beauty at the same time.

The service was a typical mass. For me, that meant boring with lots of Latin that I didn’t understand. I followed McKayla’s lead when she stood, knelt and sat. The service wasn’t packed, but it wasn’t empty either. I looked around nervously, especially after I inadvertently slipped my hand inside hers at one point during the sermon.

I withdrew it a second later, afraid that maybe we’d be stoned or cast out as the priest was saying mass. It was an odd experience for me. I was used to showing my affection for my lovers publicly and without shame. Now, I had to watch myself. I chewed on my lip as the full implications hit me.

If what McKayla and I shared was more than a one night fling, if we really had something, could I live my life hiding some secret? What would my family think? Would I lose my job because of this? Could we go out in public and hold hands or kiss and not worry about someone taking a swing at us?

As I looked over at McKayla, who wasn’t paying any attention to my silent musings, I realised that my life was at a crossroads. The only question was what I was going to do.

The gemlik escort service ended as I was in the middle of my contemplations. We go up to leave. Several people stopped by to greet McKayla. She introduced me as her “friend”.

Is that what I was? Her “friend”? I stood by, trying not to look obviously infatuated with her, but at the same time, not wanting to appear aloof or snobby. I smiled a lot and didn’t say much.

The people at her church were warm and friendly. A part of me felt as if each one were scrutinising me, as if they knew and were going to shout it out at any moment. But they said nothing of the sort and soon we were back in her car. The top was down and our hair whipped around in the warm breeze. We held hands.

“Want to go out or get something at home?” she asked.

I just shrugged. I didn’t care as long as I was with her.

She drove back to her house and made a full breakfast. Once again, she wouldn’t hear of me helping her out. I sat on a barstool at the end of her counter as she talked and cooked.

McKayla set a plate of bacon, eggs, hashed browns and toast down in front of me. “Thanks for going to church with me, Amberle. You didn’t have to and I appreciate that.”

I began to nibble at my food. There were some things I wanted to ask, but I didn’t know if this was the time. I looked up and her eyes were on me. They seemed to bore right through me.

“You’re wondering why I go, aren’t you?” she said softly.

My reply stuck in my throat. She flashed a knowing smile.

“I wonder that a lot myself.”

“Why the Catholic church?” I blurted out. “Why not one that’s more . . .”

My voice trailed off.

“More what?” she asked, an impish grin on her face. “More gay?”

I was relieved that she could at least find something funny in this conversation. “Well . . . yeah.”

She shrugged. “I grew up Catholic. It’s not something you just give up. They’re not so bad . . . despite what you think about the Pope.”

I blushed and looked away.

Neither of us spoke for a long while. I searched for the right words. “I just don’t know that I could stick around people who condemned me or my lifestyle. How can you go to a church that says that the most basic part of your life is a sin?”

Had I just pushed my luck with McKayla too far?

She had a thoughtful look and smiled reassuringly at me. “We’re all sinners. Every one of us. If not for being a homosexual, then for coveting or stealing or whatever. Our lives are filled with sin, and it is only through the Grace of God that we are saved. I am reminded of that Grace every time that I go to church. I guess I could go to a different church, but there is something . . .”

Her gaze grew distant for just a second.

“There’s something comforting about the rituals and liturgy of the Catholic Church,” she continued. “I’ve been worshiping that way all my life. Some people think that our services are staid and boring and not very contemporary, but I like its regularity. I like that I know when to stand up, sit down and sing. Sometimes . . . sometimes, I think that predictability is what has kept me sane . . .”

I reached out and touched her hand, wondering how much she was going to open up to me today. I wanted to let her know how much I appreciated the trust she was showing in me.

For a second she was silent, as if lost to a memory. Then she blinked and was back in the present. “I go to that church because they’re actually pretty friendly towards gays and lesbians. Oh, not openly, Father can’t come out directly in opposition to the Pope, but for the most part, that parish is much more open-minded than mainstream America would like you to believe about Catholics.”

“So why does the church so vehemently oppose homosexuals?” I asked. “Not that I want you to speak for Catholics everywhere.”

McKayla chuckled. “Why does any church oppose homosexuality?”

I shrugged.

“Because every church is one generation away from extinction,” she replied. “If you are a church—Catholic, Methodist, Mormon, Muslim, whatever—what’s the best way to make more Catholics, Methodists, Mormons or Muslims? You make more. Churches have always relied on raising young people in the faith to serve as the next generation. Conversion will bring a few new members, but for the most part, the way most churches propagate themselves is—pardon the expression—by breeding more.”

“Why does that make gay people a threat to civilization?” I asked.

“It doesn’t,” McKayla replied. “That’s what makes gay people a threat to the church, not civilization. What’s the one thing straight people can do that gay people can’t?”

“Have babies.”

“Exactly,” she smiled, seeing that I was catching on. “The Catholic church believes that the sole purpose of sex is to make more babies. That’s why they oppose abortion, birth control and homosexuality. All of their arguments revolve around making more Catholic babies to perpetuate the church. In the sixties, there were a handful of ‘churches’ that advocated celibacy for all their members. They died out . . . literally. Not only did they not make more members, but who wants to go to a church where you have to give up sex?”

We both shared another laugh.

“So why do some Catholics not mind homosexuals?” I asked.

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The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more intense. Chase glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final word of instruction to the young man standing before her.

“All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running until the start of the exhibition.”

It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Chase taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.

She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them – nor even anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this way. Chase hadn’t had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used for.

Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the edge of the loft. Chase felt her chest tighten with excitement. It was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5’4″, she had a petite frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Chase felt her thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.

“I’m Jaimee,” she introduced herself simply once Chase found the stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French manicure. Chase was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they shook hands.

“Chase,” she reciprocated. “I teach the upper-level fine arts courses here.”

“I know,” Jaimee smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. “I watch you a lot.”

Chase tried to mask her expression, but Jaimee saw through the attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.

“I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at the chance to get one of them. I just love art,” she explained.

Chase was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but Jaimee had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jaimee a warm smile. “So what is it that you do here?” she asked. “I’ve been meaning to come take a look up here, but I’m always too busy.”

“I work in alumni relations,” Jaimee said, then gave Chase a short description of what that entailed. “Mostly, my day is spent on the phone or talking with people,” she concluded.

“I’ve only seen you in passing a couple of times before today,” Chase noted.

Jaimee nodded. “I host a number of events as part of the job, so I’m often out of the office or traveling.”

“That must be tough on your husband, if you’re married,” Chase ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a wedding band. Something about Jaimee excited her very deeply, but she guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be bisexual or a lesbian.

“No, I’m not married,” Jaimee said wistfully.

“Boyfriend?”

A sour expression crossed Jaimee’s face. “If you can call him that, I guess.” It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Chase left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.

“Say, those are great glasses!”

Jaimee smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.

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Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta, and copious amounts of giggling, Chase was lying in her bed. Or perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present, and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the evening. Soon Chase could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.

Chase was not the prototypical lesbian – not by a long shot. bursa yabancı escort Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for makeup, she would never have been called a “dyke” by anyone. But she hadn’t been with a man since her first year of college, and didn’t have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jaimee’s pussy must taste and smell like.

Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Chase hadn’t been with a woman in several months – since before leaving France, in fact. Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to herself, is that she didn’t have to hide away her toys from prying eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.

Chase withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander. Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jaimee filled her mind. Chase felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.

That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining kissing Jaimee’s soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough to bring Chase to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo against her oozing gash. She didn’t try to fuck herself right away; instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo, letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.

That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long, steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jaimee’s clenching pussy.

**********

Over the course of the next couple weeks, Chase and Jaimee saw each other occasionally. As she had described, Jaimee was often out of the office, and as a professor Chase spent as much time out of the classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.

Chase learned gradually that Jaimee’s boyfriend of the past year, Mitch, left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t that he was abusive, or anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn’t that Jaimee was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches inevitably left Chase heated and masturbating both in the women’s room during the day, and in her bedroom at night.

But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely frustrating for Chase. As their friendship deepened, it became more difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Chase found herself staring constantly at Jaimee’s firm 32B breasts, especially on those days when Jaimee wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really felt like she had been “caught”, but Jaimee never said anything about it.

One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Chase had noticed that Jaimee was dressed a little sexier than normal, and wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the fruity liquor, Chase couldn’t keep herself from making a comment.

“Jaimee, you look great tonight,” she said lightly. “What’s the occasion?”

Jaimee scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter bursa sınırsız escort over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled, she finally responded.

“I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But right before I ran into you he called and cancelled – said there was a game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this shit all the fucking time!”

Chase was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jaimee realized she had stunned her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times in a single sentence, in front of Chase.

Chase struggled to find something to say. From what she had come to believe, this was vintage Mitch, and she felt that the guy was a real jerk who didn’t deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?

Luckily Jaimee solved the problem for her by calling for the check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a couple large to-go cups. “Let’s get out of here,” Jaimee said, taking Chase’s arm.

“Where do you want to go?” Chase asked. Not that it really mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to spend more time with the object of her desires.

“Isn’t your place just around the corner?” Jaimee asked gaily. “We can play cards or something.”

That settled, the two blondes left the restaurant arm in arm and headed out along the moderately trafficked Main Street. Chase had rented a medium-sized apartment right in town when she had arrived at the college earlier that fall. It was convenient to shopping, dining, and the small four-screen cinema downtown. This evening she was very glad to have chosen such a convenient location. Jaimee surprised her once again as they passed the corner store by her apartment though.

“Hang on for a second – I want to get some cigarettes,” she said and dashed inside.

She returned in a minute with a pack of Marlboro Lights 100’s and matches. Stripping the wrapping from the box, she pulled out an all-white cigarette and put it between her lips, then lit it with a match. Chase was amazed and it showed on her face.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” she said incredulously.

Jaimee grinned and exhaled a stream of smoke. “I only do it when I’ve been drinking and in certain moods,” she admitted. She took another deep drag and pulled Chase along before any further questions could be asked.

*********

Upon arriving in the apartment, Jaimee cooed with delight at the canvases that covered the walls. Most were unframed and had a raw, powerful energy to them. She examined each closely, not realizing that Chase was standing right behind her until she backed up into her. Chase felt her cunt lurch when Jaimee’s back pressed against her breasts. Jaimee stepped only slightly forward and looked over her shoulder into Chase’s eyes. “Did you do all of these?” she asked breathlessly.

“Most of them,” Chase nodded. “You like?”

Jaimee’s eyes were glowing. “They’re incredible. You’re a wonderful artist!” They talked about the paintings for a few minutes, and then Jaimee asked where the bathroom was.

“Down that hallway, across from my bedroom,” Chase pointed. She headed into the kitchen to get real glasses for the sangria while Jaimee went to the restroom. A couple of minutes later a surprised burst of laughter startled her. Jaimee was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking through her open bedroom door.

“I see why you don’t need a boyfriend,” she teased nervously, reaching into her purse and taking out another cigarette.

Chase was aghast, and felt the blood drain from her face as her angelic friend mirthfully lit up. Dreading what she knew she would find, she walked to the doorway and looked in – and there it was, her biggest dildo sitting atop the second set of pillows. She hadn’t been expecting company and hadn’t bothered to hide it after an interlude the night before.

Suddenly Jaimee realized how stricken and embarrassed her friend was. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” she said touching Chase’s shoulder. “Hell, I wish I were so lucky to have toys like that. Mitch won’t let me.”

Something snapped in Chase at that moment. She no longer cared about the risks of rejection. She was so desperately attracted to Jaimee that nothing was going to be able to stop her from acting.

“Well, that’s one reason I don’t have boyfriends,” Chase said softly. She sidled closer as Jaimee took a long puff from her cigarette. “And to be blunt, your boyfriend sounds like he doesn’t deserve you. You should be treated better.”

A pink flush began traveling up Jaimee’s neck and cheeks. She found herself looking intently at Chase’s ample 38D breasts advancing towards her.

“I have to tell you,” Chase warned in a husky voice, “Looking görükle escort at my tits like that is going to cause an intense reaction.”

Jaimee looked up, blowing out a stream of smoke. “Umm…you, well…you’ve looked at my chest…I think…maybe once or twice…”

That was as far as she got before Chase’s lips were upon hers, gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened her smoky mouth and let Chase’s tongue penetrate to flick against her own in a wet duel. Jaimee felt Chase’s hand slide up to cup one of her breasts and found her body responding, pushing forward to increase the amount of contact.

“Oh God,” she whispered. “I’ve never done this before…been with a woman.”

“You wanted it, though,” Chase insisted.

Jaimee nodded, kissing Chase again. “I did…I didn’t realize it, but that’s exactly right…I think I sensed that you…”

Chase hushed her, kissing her firmly and exploring her delicious mouth with an agile pink tongue. “I’m going to show you pleasure in ways your boyfriend couldn’t dream of,” she promised. She led Jaimee into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jaimee wore a navy blouse and a cream colored skirt, with flesh colored lace bra and panties. It was a subtle but sexy ensemble that was soon revealed as Chase pulled away the blouse and skirt. She cupped one of Jaimee’s pert tits in her hand and lifted it, kissing the smooth flesh to the accompanying moans of her inexperienced friend.

Jaimee was like putty in her hands. She was in sensory overload as her mind tried to process all that was occurring. When Chase hooked two fingers in her panties, she obligingly rocked her hips and lifted her feet to enable the underwear to fall away, revealing a closely trimmed blonde bush. The sight was incredible, exactly as Chase had imagined it. She moved a finger down to tease a droplet of wetness from between the slightly dangling lips, then brought it to her mouth and enjoyed the flavor.

“Mmm,” she moaned huskily. “You taste just like I’ve been hoping you would.” Noticing Jaimee starting to bounce a little on her feet, Chase realized that her new blonde lover was a bit impatient. She moved her hand back down between Jaimee’s legs and found her to be quite wet. Casually, she rubbed a finger lightly up and down through the moist slit for several seconds as they kissed again. Then she pushed Jaimee toward the bed.

Her voice a little shaky, Jaimee motioned with her half-gone cigarette. “Do you have someplace I could put this out?” she inquired.

“Don’t worry about it – it’s kind of sexy. You can smoke while I eat,” Chase replied, pressing Jaimee onto the sheets of the bed so that she was resting with her legs spread widely. Chase knelt before her nearly naked friend, still fully dressed herself. “Pull the cups off your tits,” she commanded softly. Jaimee instantly complied, revealing disproportionately large areolas and nipples the color of pink grapefruit. Chase lowered her face into Jaimee’s oozing sex.

This close up, the scent was intoxicating. She paused to simply breathe it in, enjoying the familiarity of aroused female musk, and the subtle differences that made this pussy foreign to all others she had known. She could smell different flavors of it as her face moved slowly closer to the source. Slowly it grew richer and more intense until her lips were resting in the slick crease and her nose was tickling the clit. Jaimee arched, trying to increase the gradually building pressure against her mound.

“Come on Chase, lick me,” she begged. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled hard. “I want to know what it feels like to have a woman do it.”

As much as she wanted to wait, make Jaimee beg for it until desperate, Chase couldn’t restrain herself. Not after those hard weeks of hiding her feelings. She simply pressed her tongue into the depths of the steaming slit and tasted the sweet honey within. Then in a single long stroke she licked from the base of Jaimee’s gash up to her clit. From the head of the bed came a loud moan, muffled by the soft legs pressed against Chase’s ears.

For the next few minutes Chase settled into a straightforward routine. She would lick and kiss Jaimee’s erect little clit until her body rocked from side to side in vast waves of pleasure. Then she would slip lower, until she felt the folds of the soft vaginal skin spread to engulf her tongue and let the warm cunt-syrup collect in her mouth before swallowing. Soon Jaimee was in complete rapture.

When Chase pulled away for a moment, Jaimee’s disappointment was instantly obvious. Chase simply smiled mysteriously and asked for the big dildo on the pillow.

“Oh God,” Jaimee whispered as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped from within her. “I need something so badly…but it’s so big. It’s much bigger than Mitch’s cock. In fact, it’s bigger than anything I’ve ever had inside me…” Nevertheless, she grasped the heavy dong in one hand that failed to close around it, and slowly handed it to Chase.

Chase smiled. “Close your eyes baby,” she whispered soothingly. “I can make you feel better than he can.” It was the opportunity that she had awaited since the moment she first saw Jaimee – a chance to introduce her to the pleasures of the gentler sex, and to show her why someone like Mitch who didn’t appreciate her properly did not deserve her.

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I have close friends who know secrets about me, but there is one that I’ve never found the courage to tell.

So I’m going to tell it here. Strangers can be easier to talk to.

My name is Sasha and I am a graphic arts student, the only daughter of a Scots architect and a French actress. I have enjoyed the benefits (and sometimes suffered the confusion) of having dual cultural identities since I was a young child. We moved to England when I was very little, but I would spend long periods of my childhood staying with members of the extended family in the southern region of France.

That’s where this secret thing took place.

I was eighteen at the time and spending the summer of 1996 with my Uncle and Aunt at their vineyard in Languedoc. Being an only child, I was often starved of the company of others my age (particularly during the school holidays when friends were away), and I loved to come and stay here with my Uncle. He has a beautiful daughter called Alex, who is the closest I have to a sister, and one of my best friends in all the world.

My Uncle is a wealthy man. Back then he owned acres of vineyards and woodland and even a large part of the village, so it was a wonderful place to wile away the summer months. The weather was sublime for virtually the whole season and my Uncle had a swimming pool in the garden where Alex and I would bathe, or we would wander through the woods and vineyards talking for hours.

My Uncle had a young, live-in housemaid – a beautiful black, Greek girl called Louisa, who would clean our rooms and serve us fresh lemonade by the pool. On weekends we would visit the beach nearby and make jewelry out of sea-shells. We were so happy in this idyllic summer paradise.

During this one particular summer, my Aunt Ella spent some time in hospital following a surgery, and my Uncle would take Alex to visit her each day. Some days I would go too, while on others I would stay behind and explore the woods on my own, or lay with a book beside the pool.

Louisa would remain behind and clean the house before preparing lunch for my Uncle’s return. On this particular morning, however, it was her day off and after I had said goodbye to my Uncle and cousin, I went into the garden and found Louisa lounging on a recliner by the pool.

It was always striking to see Louisa in a bikini because her tall, exquisitely toned body with its gorgeous ebony skin contrasted so powerfully with the sky-blue of her swimsuit. On this occasion, she was glistening wet from a recent dip in the pool and her stunning body looked like a marble statue, speckled with fine mist.

I smiled at her and went about moving one of the empty sun-loungers to a shaded spot by the pool. I lay down, magazine in hand, and put on a pair of big, 80’s style pink sunglasses. I was ready to sit and read in the warm glow of the morning, but quickly found I wasn’t really in the mood for reading; my eyes mechanically scanning the printed words without registering their meaning. Perhaps it was too hot for reading, I thought, and lay back, allowing my eyes to grow heavy.

From my reclining position, I had a clear view of Louisa and I admired her secretly from behind my sunglasses. She was so compelling, with her elegant features and marble-smooth skin. She was beautifully slender, with far more of a woman’s body than mine. I envied how comfortable she seemed in her own skin, stretched out like a leopard in the sun. I could almost imagine her purring with delight at this most simple and perfect of pleasures – a day without work.

I would have loved to have felt as free and comfortable with my own body as Louisa seemed to feel with hers. I looked down at myself on the sun-lounger. My body didn’t look so bad, tanned as it was by the Languedoc sun, in a white string-bikini. But I couldn’t compare with the goddess before me. She had such long legs, like a model, with a tiny waist and bottom, and although her breasts were modestly small, they struck me as far more womanly than my own.

After a while, Louisa sat up and stretched. She walked along the opposite side of the pool. Her slender body blocked the sun for a moment as she walked softly down the steps into the clear water. She waded until she was up to her shoulders and then dipped her head beneath the surface, vanishing from sight. All I could make out was the color and shape of her young body, beneath the blue. When she re-emerged, she seemed wonderfully refreshed and pulled her long dark hair behind her shoulders. Leaning up against the far wall of the pool, her small, perfectly-rounded breasts on display in their sky blue bikini, she closed her eyes with pleasure to the spotlight of the sun.

Louisa looked even more stunning, wet like this, and I suddenly worried she might have noticed me staring. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed bursa otele gelen escort because it was a harmless enough thing to do, but looking back, I think I was intimidated by her poise and confidence. Louisa didn’t seem in the slightest bit surprised or offended and in fact looked rather proud that I had been watching her. She leaned her body further back on her arms and tipped her head back, like she was posing for a photo in a fashion magazine.

There had always been something I found a little intimidating about Louisa. Don’t get me wrong, she was warm enough and kind to me, but she had this quality – perhaps you could call it an advanced-maturity – that made me feel as though I could never get close to her. In retrospect, it was perhaps no more than my own perception. Not to mention, she was at work most of the time, and this created a false illusion of distance and formality. I was childish and insecure back then. Perhaps I am still a little of those things now.

As I continued to admire Louisa reclining in the pool (although more discretely now), I imagined how much attention she must regularly get from men as they passed her in the village. While I was lost in this thought, she turned again to see if I was still watching. I continued to lay still, hidden behind the safety of my pink sunglasses. From the outside I could have been asleep, for all anyone knew, and yet part of me was certain Louisa knew I was wide awake.

A few moments later she started gently running her fingers over the exposed skin of her shoulder blades, making trails in the little drops of water that covered her. As she did so, her arms gently pressed her breasts together in their pale blue bikini-top, which formed an attractive cleavage. I couldn’t help but feel I was being tested in some way by this new display. Not that there was anything strange about what she was doing, but I sensed it wasn’t something she would have done in the presence of my Uncle or Aunt, or even if I had been there with Alex. It occurred to me to retreat into the house, under the ruse that it was too hot outside, but I was so transfixed by the behavior of this mysterious Greek girl that I couldn’t bring myself to move.

I imagined once again how often men must have felt magnetically drawn to her. Only this time, I realized it was I who was magnetically drawn to her. I was completely mesmerized by this gorgeous young woman.

The spell was broken suddenly when she climbed out of the pool and walked towards the house. I felt a stab of disappointment. She stepped up to the verandah and as she passed the open doors to the drawing room, I watched her long, shapely legs and tight little backside in its blue, wet bikini bottoms. She was as close to being a fully grown woman as any girl I knew of my own age. I noticed her glance back at me before disappearing into her bedroom, which was the farthest of the ground floor rooms that opened on to the verandah.

From where I lay in my reclining chair, I could see into Louisa’s room. Its heavy glass doors were open to the verandah and a thin linen curtain flapped gently in the delicate breeze. I could make out the dark oak of her dressing table with its beautiful oval gold mirror above – the “Wicked Queen” mirror, my cousin and I called it – and I could see the side of her bed, dressed as it was in soft, clean white-cotton sheets.

After a short time I could hear the shower running from inside the en-suite bathroom of her room. I let my eyes grow heavy again as I imagined Louisa standing there, naked in the spacious marble shower-room, allowing the cool water to rain down upon her body. It wasn’t an especially sexual thought, more a fairy-tale fantasy; like a young girl might have about a Princess.

I might have drifted to sleep for a few minutes, but upon waking, – and owing to the strange limbo of delirium one feels at the borders of sleep – it felt as though centuries might have passed. The sun had apparently been swallowed by a passing cloud and the view into Louisa’s room was clearer still without its bright glare.

I could see that Louisa had emerged from her shower and was dressed in a white toweling robe. Her long hair was damp and hung down her back as low as the base of her spine. She was busying herself with some sort of post-shower activity, intermittently disappearing from view into one of the parts of her room that I could not see.

Soon she came and stood by her dressing table, looking into the “Wicked Queen” mirror, where she began to comb her hair. Her face was concealed but I had a clear view of her back, from the top of her head down to the slender calves that appeared at the base of her robe.

She was combing her hair with careful attention and watching herself in the mirror. Every now and then she would lean forward escort bayan or backward a fraction and I would get a glance of her pretty face reflected in the glass. She must have been mindful I could see her at these times, because she would equally have been able to see me reflected in the mirror. It was this fact that made what happened next all the more significant.

Much to my surprise, Louisa unfastened the robe she was wearing and the next thing I knew, it was sliding down her back as it fell to the floor, leaving me with a perfect rear view of her naked body. The dark color of her skin appeared more beautiful and striking than it had ever been. I found myself with the clearest view yet of the very thing I had pictured when she was in the shower. Her body looked even better out of clothes than it had in a bikini. Her shoulders were so feminine and narrow, giving way to the sublime elongated curve of her back. This curve got narrower still as it reached her tiny waist, before turning outward again with a perfectly rounded contour for her exquisitely pert bottom. I had never seen such a beautiful woman in the flesh.

A moment later Louisa’s face again became visible in the mirror and, although I couldn’t make out for certain, she seemed to be looking at me. Once again it struck me that I was witnessing a deliberate display from the girl. I mean, after all, she could have easily pulled the curtain across or removed her clothes in any other part of the room where she would not have been visible to me. Why was she doing this?

My heart skipped a beat as she turned from the mirror and sat herself down at the foot of the bed. Here she began again to comb her hair, not looking at me, but surely quite aware that I was likely to be looking at her. With her right arm raised I could see her beautiful breasts exposed as she combed the knots from her damp hair.

I could also see the clear line from her backside along her thigh and down to her knee. I could not however quite see between her legs. But suddenly I found my heart thumping with a desire that I might be able to. It felt terribly forbidden to be entertaining such a desire, and fairly quickly my wish was granted. Louisa stood again and I caught sight of a thin, dark strip of pubic hair between her legs. She looked directly at me again, this time with the most provocative expression. Her eyes lingered on me for a good few moments before she silently disappeared into her room.

There was no mistaking this sign and, removing my sunglasses, I got up from my seat and slowly stepped up to the verandah, approaching the open French windows to her room. My heart was racing and my mind was trying to use all sorts of arguments to dissuade me, but I couldn’t help myself. It almost felt as though, in spite of myself, I was being lured towards Louisa’s room, in the way the children had felt compelled to follow the Piper of Hamlin in the fairy tale.

I stopped short a few feet from her door and waited. The wooden verandah creaked a little beneath my toes. Louisa must have heard that I was there. I waited some more. I felt like I could hear my heart thumping from the outside.

Just as I was starting to feel stupid and think that Louisa had left her room and gone elsewhere in the house, she came into view again. Still completely naked, and without the slightest sign of sharing my apprehension, she climbed on top of the soft white sheets of her bed, and looking at me directly, she beckoned me in.

She didn’t seem nervous, or even in two minds about her behavior, but I was. I took one small step closer to the open door, then paused again and waited. Louisa smiled and beckoned me closer again. Her dark green eyes were imploring me for something in the most devastating way. I didn’t know what it was, let alone whether I could provide it. And yet I had never wanted anything so much. Her eyes seemed to be seeking permission for something and, even though I said nothing and did not move, I couldn’t help but feel I was granting it somehow, without my mind having the slightest control over the decision.

After she had beckoned me in for a third time, I picked up more courage and stepped inside her room. It was pleasantly cool inside. I noticed how clean the room looked, and my eye caught some colorful postcards on her dressing table, before returning again to her divinely naked body upon the white sheets.

“Take off your bikini?” she asked me in polite French, and patted the bed beside her, indicating for me to come and lie down.

With my fingers trembling I reached behind and untied the string of my bikini top. My pale breasts came free. I fumbled with the string around my waist and removed my pants too. With my heart still pounding and my whole body visibly trembling, I lay down naked upon the bed beside her. I couldn’t mudanya escort reconcile what was happening with any previous understanding of who I thought I was. But I also no longer questioned the fact. I had rarely felt so caught up in the spontaneity of a moment.

As I lay down on her clean bed, Louisa grinned and ran her hand gently through my hair. I could almost feel myself melting. She drew her head towards me and placed her soft lips against mine with a tender kiss. I drew back for a moment, dizzy from the excitement and anxiety. She placed her lips against mine again and this time kissed me more passionately. The sensation was incredible. The warmth of her sweet breath and the wet insides of her mouth felt as though they were drinking my resistance away. Each inch of my flesh felt charged, inside and out. I had never been so defenselessly seduced.

She pulled me back onto the bed on top of her, still passionately kissing me, our tongues now darting into one another’s mouths. Her hands began to explore my back whilst my own were planted less-confidently on either side of her neck. Her fingers traced along my spine and she caressed my ass with her palms. I allowed one of her legs to move in between mine, so that her thigh was resting gently against my crotch. The feeling was impossibly erotic.

Moving her hands around my waist, Louisa began to massage my breasts. Goose bumps covered my flesh and my nipples stiffened beneath her fingers. I was all but lost in desire for this girl. The world could have come to an end and I would not have been able to break free. She pressed her thigh more firmly between my legs and I felt the dampness of my crotch slide against its smoothness. I started to gently grind myself against her leg. I was so wet that I could feel her thigh become slick.

Louisa broke free from our kiss and placed her lips around one of my nipples. She flicked her tongue softly against it while I continued to rub myself on her leg. Then gently turning me over, she sat me up on pillows against the headboard of the bed and kissed her way down my neck, towards my abdomen. Then she placed her hands on my knees and eased my thighs apart.

My body put up no resistance, but my heart was pounding and the anxious part of my brain kept trying to send a message to my lips to speak a refusal, or for my legs to close. But they didn’t. I didn’t want them to. I had all but surrendered to this beautiful girl. She trailed her tongue between the wet lips of my pussy. I gasped out loud with the sensation. My seduction was complete. I would have let her do anything to me.

Suddenly we heard a voice from within the house:

“Sasha? Louisa?”

It was Alex! She was back from the hospital with my Uncle. We heard my Uncle reply to her: “Don’t shout darling. Its Louisa’s day off. She may be sleeping. Perhaps Sasha went out for a walk.”

I was frozen in panic by their return but Louisa was much calmer.

“I have to get dressed,” I said worriedly, trying to get up from the bed. But Louisa held me in place.

“Don’t worry,” she said in French, and pulling closed the thin curtain to her room, she returned her tongue between my legs. The sensation was incredible all over again.

“We mustn’t,” I said, again trying to break away, but Louisa kept on licking my pussy, sucking on my clitoris and burying her face in the damp folds. The pleasure was so intense that I could feel a powerful orgasm building.

“Louisa…” I insisted again – although there was no longer any real determination behind my protestations. My hands gripped onto the headboard as the most incredible orgasm overwhelmed me in dizzying waves. I tried to keep silent but whimpers of ecstasy escaped me from somewhere deep within. I felt like every inch of my being was flooding away, somewhere out to sea. Lifting my bottom up from the bed, I pressed my cunt firmly against Louisa’s mouth, shuddering with powerful jolts against the excited motion of her tongue. I was blinded by the intense pleasure, and when my eyes regained their vision, the room was spinning.

As my body came to rest back on to the bed, Louisa lifted her face from between my legs. Her lips and chin were drenched with nectar from the most private part of me. She came forward and kissed me on the mouth. I could taste the sweet honey of my orgasm on her lips. She smiled and disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

I quickly got up and put on my bikini, before creeping back out onto the verandah. I saw Alex standing by the pool. I wondered if she had been able to see into Louisa’s room. It seemed unlikely from where she was positioned and anyhow, her attitude was perfectly natural:

“Hi,” she said, “where have you been?”

“Just went for a wander,” I replied in French, “how is Aunt Ella?”

“She is much better today,” my cousin answered. “Are you OK? You seem a little flushed.”

“I think it’s probably the heat.”

“How about I get Louisa to make us some lemonade?”

“No, don’t bother Louisa,” I said, “it’s her day off.”

“Oh that won’t stop her,” Alex said. “She would do anything for you. She adores you.”

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-12-

It was early January, the third to be exact, when our plane lifted Sami and me into the friendly skies, banking to the west, heading to la-la land, LA, city of freaks and egos; but, the city in which we will spend a night before boarding our early morning flight to Maui.

Settling in with her IPod and ear-buds, Sami curled up to listen to music and to read a bit. I put on the earphones to the airplane music channels, found some soft blues and leaned back into my seat, closing my eyes to relax and think.

Between the holidays, we had received a Christmas card from Sami’s parents, thanking us for doing so much for Sami, for ‘taking an interest’ in her, watching out for her. Very sweet, almost making us feel guilty about our relationship with Sami; almost, but no cigar.

It was true that we did indeed, at the end of the day, have Sami’s best interests at heart. The fact that we loved her fine, young pussy was just a part of the equation. Sami was a rarity; a young woman able to separate business and socializing, a woman who would never dreamed of using her status in our bed for personal gain, or to use it against us.

Sami had come to jokingly refer to herself as our ‘girlfriend’, that she had two girlfriends at the same time.

Not totally untrue, was it?

When she became more a part of our personal lives, we discovered that she had played golf in high school but hadn’t touched clubs in a few years. There was no way we were not going to get her playing again, so we began teaching her some basics, helping her with her strokes, etc. She was able to play with us now, every once in a while, playing a consistent double-bogey game after only being back at it for a month or so.

We, Sami and I, brought Ali’s clubs with us, since Ali would be coming out for the second week anyway. Sami said her goal was to sun, swim, and to play golf with me. I called ahead for a couple of lessons for Sami, with Anita, the pro I used when in the islands. I smiled to myself when I thought of how Anita was going to cream herself when she sees Sami.

So, there it was, off once again to Maui, the same, but yet, different.

We landed at LAX around four in the afternoon, and took our overnights with us, our checked baggage and clubs automatically being routed to our Hawaii flight, the next morning.

Snagging a ride on the Sheraton’s shuttle, we headed for our room, but more importantly, our room’s mini-bar! We were tired, we were thirsty, and we wanted to get drunk.

She hit the mini-bar right away, grabbing a couple of Scotch shorties, serving them to us ‘neat’, no ice, and no water. The dark liquor burned as it slid down my throat but yet felt good at the same time.

“Damn, that was just the ticket, Sami-girl, but we’ll need a bit more to achieve lift-off, don’t you think?” I said, my eyes tearing from the stinging sensation of the straight Scotch.

‘Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing, Lynn; want to hit the shower, and then hit the bar for a bit?” She asked.

“Maybe for a couple of drinks, or maybe a dozen; hell, let’s just see what plays out,” I answered her, slapping her on her young, fine ass, afterwards, “You jump in first, and then I’ll follow, okay?”

I eyed her nakedness appreciatively, beads of water still in a couple of spots, when she walked from the shower, dabbing at herself with the towel.

“Your turn, missy,” she said, smiling at me leering at her body, adding, “and if you’re real good tonight, you just might get some of this pussy that you’re admiring,” smiling at me even more so, after she said it.

Getting up and walking to the bathroom, dropping clothes behind me, I said, “Well, hell, that sounds like a hell of an incentive to be on my best behavior,” pausing to give her a lingering kiss before I left the room.

~

Sami and I were dressed in simple, but yet sexy, dress; showing a bit here and there, but tastefully so. We opted to grab a salad in the restaurant before hitting the bar. Food in our bellies, we headed for the largest of the bars at the Sheraton LAX hotel.

We found a couple of seats at the bar, signaled and ordered a couple of tall Scotch and waters. Settling into a quiet conversation between us, we sipped at our drinks, both of us checking out the clientele from time to time. Mostly businessmen, some single, most in groups of two or more; a few women, some with men, some not, some cute, some-not so much.

“How ’bout I buy you young ladies a drink and we get to know each other,” we heard a voice say from behind Sami’s back. Looking towards the voice, there was a man, probably in his late forties or so, and judging by the look in his eyes, he was already half-way in the bag.

“How ’bout we say, ‘thanks but no thanks’, and leave it at that,” Sami said with a degree of firmness.

“S’matter, you don’t think I can afford your rates?” He replied, his words a bit of a slur.

Shit! This asshole thought we were hookers; looking at the expression on Sami’s face, she orhangazi escort just arrived at the same conclusion.

“Sorry, pal, but you’ve got the wrong idea if you think we’re ‘working girls’, we’re not; we’re on our way to our vacation, and this is just a layover for us,” Sami said to him.

“S’ok,” he slurred, “I’d still pay you,” his eyes trying to focus on us.

“Get lost, buddy, you don’t have enough money for me to fuck you,” Sami said, an edge to her voice.

“S’matter? Afraid your girlfriend would get mad,” he said, indicating me with a thrust of his chin.

“If she wanted me to suck your dick on top of this bar, I’d do it to please her, but there’s no way she’d ask that of me. So, how about you take your drunk ass away from me and my lover,” that last part catching even me by surprise.

The bartender had noticed that this creep was pushing us in ways that we didn’t care for and had called for security. They showed up and escorted him away from us, apologizing for any embarrassment or trouble. We assured them that it was all good, now that he was leaving.

We turned back to our drinks, finishing them, and then started in on the two fresh ones that the bartender brought to us, on the house. We were both quiet for a bit when I started to giggle a bit, under my breath.

“What?” Sami said, starting to giggle because I was giggling.

“Ever been mistaken for a whore before?” I finally asked.

Laughing, she said, ‘No, have you?”

“No, but there have been times I’ve felt like one, especially when Ali and I go out on the prowl,” laughing a bit harder now, she laughing with me.

Gaining our composure finally, she looked at me, seriously and said, “I’d pay to fuck you.”

Looking back at her, I took her hand in mine and stood up, leaned in to her and whispered into her ear, “Luckily, you don’t have to, baby,” squeezing her hand in mine, leading her to the bank of elevators.

When we entered the room, I left the lights on the low setting and taking Sami by the hand, I led her to the foot of the bed. I held her eyes with mine as I took off my clothes, then as I began taking off hers.

Once we were both naked, I took her head between my hands and held it while I kissed her passionately, my tongue easily sliding down her throat. Kissing her neck, I traced a path to her breasts, taking each one, in turn, to suckle, kiss, and lick. Bending and dropping into a kneeling position, I kissed her flat stomach, tracing a wet path to her sweet smelling young bush, where I paused just a bit, to inhale her scent.

Reaching for her swollen clit with my tongue, I had it fluttering on it like a hummingbird’s wings while hovering, the tip barely touching her but enough so that it sent shock waves to her body, causing it to shake and tremor.

“Damn, I love it when you do that,” she said, her breathing a bit labored.

Just as quickly as she said it, I placed my mouth over her clit, sucking it while flicking my tongue hard against its swollen skin, causing her to gasp as she grabbed my head, pulling me harder against her pussy.

Just that quickly, she climaxed, one that caused her to moan her pleasure loudly, loud enough to be heard if someone was in the hall, I’m sure.

Leaving her standing at the foot of the bed, I rose and crawled onto the king-sized bed, opened my arms to her and said, “Come here, Sami-girl, come make love to me.”

She did, did this daughter of Mississippi, she crawled into my arms and made long, sweet, satisfying love to me into the wee hours of the early morning. I lost track of the orgasms, but I know that there were a lot of ’em.

Sami and I boarded our flight the next morning, both exhausted, sleeping on our flight to Maui. I don’t know about Sami but I dreamed of young, nubile college pussy until awakened by the tires hitting the tarmac in Maui.

~

It was a good year at the Gallery, and at my tech-business in the Twin Cities, so much so that I splurged this year for a Cadillac convertible, rather than the smaller Mustang or Sebring. Well, this year, with two sets of golf clubs, the extra trunk room was welcomed.

This was Sami’s first trip further than 200 miles from her home and she was loving the sun, and warm temperatures, leaning back with her head on the headrest, letting the sun warm her face. Glancing over towards her as I drove us to Wailea, towards our condo for the next two weeks, she reminded me of last year, when Nat had joined me on my yearly trek to the islands.

Damn, I thought, but the year has gone by fast.

My real estate agent that I use out here scored me another good deal; a two bedroom condo with private access directly onto the beach, and a westward-facing view to enjoy the sunsets from the privacy of the condo.

Getting settled into the two bedroom condo, Sami looked at the second bedroom with some curiosity and confusion, much like Nat had done last year. I gave Sami the same reasoning; extra room, extra nilüfer escort closet space, might want to sleep alone, etc.

“Sleep alone? When I can sleep with you? I don’t fucking think so, Lynn,” giving me a you’ve-got-to-be-fucking-kidding-me look.

“Well, in any event, the extra room is nice to have,” and she agreed with the extra room thing.

“Grab your bag, Sami-girl, we’re going into the mountains,” I said to her after we unpacked, well, mostly unpacked. I had called Pete from N’awlins and he was ready for me, again this year, telling me that his latest crop of ‘Maui Wowie’ was the best in years.

Damn, I thought, if it’s better than what I’ve had from him before, we were going to be seriously fucked-up on this trip.

I took the scenic route again, the top down on the caddie, sunglasses in place, and Sami ooohing and aaaaahing at the beauty of the drive and the view to the sea. We pulled into Pete’s place around one in the afternoon, warm greetings from Pete and his daughter, Milly; Pete’s better half was on the mainland, visiting relatives.

Sami gushed about how good the pork sandwiches was, as I told her it would be; saying goodbye to Pete and Milly, I paid our tab and took my ‘to go’ box, with my stash of Pete’s weed in it, out to the car.

As always, when I opened the box, he had a fat, rolled joint sitting on top of my purchase. Pulling away from town, I drove a short way out of town and pulled into a scenic overview parking area. Lighting the joint, I took a big hit and then handed it over to Sami.

“Oh damn, girl, this is dynamite shit,” Sami exclaimed.

“Yeah, I think that one hit will get me down the hill back to the condo,” I said, feeling the effects of the weed already.

Against my advice, Sami took another hit, a really deep hit, and in about twenty seconds, all she could say was “Whoa…” as her world started to spin.

I drove slowly back down the mountain; you bet your ass I did. Sami stayed quiet for most of the ride, but about halfway down the ‘hill’, she started talking some nonsensical crap, stoned-talk I call it. But in the middle, she sorta’ blind-sided me about Brenda.

“Brenda said she had a fun night, a couple of weeks ago, with you and Ali,” she suddenly said.

“She told you about that?” I asked, a little miffed that she did.

“She absolutely gushed to me about it,” Sami answered, her stone evident in her speech, adding, “and she absolutely adores your pink panther tattoo.”

“Huh,” I said, “I’m a little disappointed that she would talk about such a private matter.”

“Just to me, Lynn, after all the four of us do have a history,” she answered, correctly at that.

“Yeah, but still….” I said, letting my voice trail off.

“Hey, I’ll talk to her about being discreet, okay?” I know that I, for one, would like to have her back in bed with the three of us,” Sami said, her hand reaching over to rub my arm.

“Okay,” I finally said, “But it’s only because she has a great pussy,” laughing after I said it, Sami joining me.

~

We grabbed a quick nap of a couple of hours once we returned back to the condo, the smoke and the travel having caught up to us. We slept together, in my bedroom, but there was no sex, just much-needed sleep.

I woke up first, and quietly, I jumped into the shower to freshen up and to clean up from the road dirt from our drive. Drying off, I wrapped a short kimono around me and upon entering the bedroom again I saw that Sami had gotten out of bed.

“Hey, did you know that there are a couple of gay-friendly places in Maui?” Sami asked me when I walked into the dining nook. She was on my laptop, surfing the net.

“I think I did, but remember, last year when I was here, I was sorta’ new to this girl-girl thing and didn’t go searching for pick-up joints,” I said, grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge. I’m glad we stopped on the way to the condo from the airport for supplies and shit.

“Wanna’ check them out tonight, after dinner?” She asked, adding, “Says here that one caters to the college crowd.”

“And?” I prompted.

“And since I’m newly graduated from college, I thought I might score us an underclasswoman for some fun and games,” Sami answered.

“Boy, you are so much like Ali,” I said, chuckling.

“So is that a yes, or a no?” Sami pressed.

It was a yes, and we hit the college joint around ten o’clock that evening. Looking around at the clientele, I’d decided that I could be an instructor, or teacher at one of the Universities; not really so much out of place at thirty-two, I’d decided.

We found a table, near the back, and ordered couple of Tequila shots with beer backs. The waitress was impressed with our ‘heavy-duty’ choice.

“Stay here, I’m going to cruise the joint,” Sami said, leaning over and kissing me before she left our table.

She was gone quite a while, to the point that I was starting to get a bit worried, when I saw her walking through türbanlı escort the dancers, back to our table; she had another young woman with her, their arms around each other’s waists.

“Lynn, this is Mel; she and I have been dancing a bit and I lost track of time,” Sami said in introduction.

‘Pleased to meet you Mel, won’t you join us,” I said to her, smiling.

“Sami said it’d be okay, that you wouldn’t mind,” Mel said, her eyes a bit worried.

“Of course, it’s alright, Mel, why wouldn’t it be?” I asked, a bit curious.

“I don’t know, I guess I didn’t want you to think I was trying to steal your girlfriend,” Mel answered.

Looking over to Sami, she had a big shit-eating grin on her face.

“Sami said you’d be okay with me going back to your place with ya’ll, you know, to watch,” Mel said, causing me to look at Sami again, this time my face a bit scrunched up, you know, like “What the fuck?”

“Mel’s a sophomore,” Sami said, her eyes sending me messages, “and she’s a sociology major. Mel comes to this club a lot, to research the lifestyle of gay women in Hawaii.”

Continuing, Sami added further, “Mel’s not gay; she’s had some flings with some of the club-goers here, but only for research,” the matter was becoming clearer to me, now, “after all, Mel’s not gay,” the sarcasm dripping from Sami’s statement.

“Ah, I see, and she’d like to come over to our condo to watch us? To watch how two ‘lezes’ make love? Is that correct?” I asked of them both.

Sami nodded her head, and Mel shook hers up and down.

Mel was nineteen or twenty (nineteen, it turned out), about Sami’s height but with a few more pounds; not fat, just solid, with a nice rack to go with her gorgeous smile.

“I told her that we’d drive her back to her dorm, later,” Sami added.

“Well, let’s not waste any more time here, then, girls, there’s research to be done,” I said to them both, rising to leave.

I had Sami ride in the back, putting Mel up front with me. I had decided to play along with Sami’s little game and to give Mel some serious research material. Hey, if that’s what she has to tell herself to explain her hanging with lesbians, then so be it.

While I drove us back to Wailea and the condo, we chit-chatted; while doing that, I slowly moved my hand towards Mel, finally resting it about half-way up her thigh. She didn’t say or do anything, seemingly comfortable with my hand there.

“Do you mind if I touch you a little bit, Mel?” I asked, my voice soft and sexy, and my hand beginning to slide up and down her thigh, my fingertips barely touching her dress material.

“No, Lynn, I don’t mind,” she said, looking at me and smiling.

“Would it be okay if Sami touched you, too?” I asked, the pressure from my fingers stronger now as I rubbed her thigh, coming close to her crotch.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” Mel answered me.

Reaching around to the side of Mel’s seat, Sami used the control to recline Mel’s seat back a bit, surprising Mel. Sami stopped the reclining motion, and put her hands on Mel’s arms, rubbing and caressing them as I continued rubbing Mel’s thigh.

Mel closed her eyes, and when Sami’s hands moved to Mel’s breasts, over her top, rubbing and squeezing her breasts, Mel simply smiled.

Sami looked over to me and smiled as well, blowing me an air-kiss.

This was going to be fun!

We sat in the living room, the three of us on the large couch and I produced the doobie from this afternoon from my purse; lighting it and passing it to Mel, I cautioned her of its potency.

Kids, they never listen.

After her coughing fit subsided, Mel leaned against me as the weed took her to mojo-land, her head snuggling against me. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze, then a kiss on her forehead, then a kiss on her lips, her mouth instantly opening to accept my tongue.

Her hand held my head to hers as our tongues danced. While this was going on, Sami decided to take off her clothes, and once naked, she started taking off Mel’s as well, Mel letting her do what she wanted.

Leaving Mel in her panties, Sami pulled Mel from me and began kissing her hard, her hand fondling Mel’s lovely, pert tits. I watched this as I took off my clothes as well, playing with myself for a bit as I watched them make out.

I walked up to them, kneeled on the floor and pulled Mel’s panties from her hips, then lowering my head, I began to eat her. Sami’s hands were all over Mel as they kissed and Mel was feeling up Sami, as well.

When her hip thrusts to my mouth increased to the point that I knew she was about to climax, I pulled my mouth from her young snatch, and stood up.

“Sami, bring Mel to our bed,” I said, walking off to my bedroom.

They joined me almost immediately, Mel and Sami still kissing as they walked up to the bed. I reached for Mel’s hand and pulled her to me, into my embrace, which she returned.

Kissing her sweetly and softly, my hands continued to feel and fondle her, as her hands began feeling me as well.

“Mel, I’m going to crawl between your legs and play with your pussy, okay?” I said to her.

“Okay,” she breathed into the air.

“Have you ever had two women make love to you, Mel,” Sami chimed in, leaning down to kiss Mel on the lips.

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