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“Dear Diary,

Why the hell does this girl in my home room keep looking at me? I don’t even know her. I don’t even know her name, like seriously, she’s pissing me off. I understand you might want to look at people sometimes, but damn, this chick needs to just take a picture of me because the constant staring is creeping/pissing me off.”

That was my diary entry about a week ago. The day I wrote that, it was my 18th birthday, and now that I think about it, maybe she was just staring at all my balloons and shit.

: Nah, she would stare at me every day since we started this school year, a month ago. It was a very weird look she had though. Sometimes when I could feel her looking at me, I’d look at her and she’d look down or away shyly. That would make me go “aww” in my mind. The day after my birthday when she looked at me, I quickly looked at her. It was too soon for her to turn away, because our eyes met. I noticed how cute she was, so I decided to be nice and smile at her, just a little grin though. This girl gave me a huge smile, and that made me see how even cuter she was… “Omg she’s so pretty” I thought. I looked away right after her smile to me, but could still kind of see her from the corner of my eye. She turned to her friend sitting next to her and if I’m not mistaken, she said “Did you see that” really excitedly. They both snickered, and that made me giggle a bit.

The bell rang, and as I stepped into the hall I saw her standing there as if she was waiting for somebody. I tried not to look at her and walk past.

“Hey” she kind of gasped and grabbed my arm.

“Um hi” was all I could say while looking into her beautiful light brown eyes.

“For the past few weeks I caught myself staring at you. I don’t mean to creep you out or anything, so sorry if I did.”

She’s about 5 foot 5 compared to my 5’1, she had a cute body too. Her body wasn’t the typical “hot” body for guys, meaning that her boobs weren’t huge D cups, they might’ve been B’s, and she didn’t have a big ass or hips. She was skinny, but not too skinny, and she filled out her jeans, but her ass was small. Her body was so cute, and it fit her pretty face and ginger hair.

“Oh um no, you didn’t creep me out, it’s okay.” I bullshitted her with a little grin.

“Yay! Good. My name’s Kelly by the way.” she reached her hand out for a shake.

I grabbed it awkwardly because nobody did this anymore, but said,

“Sups, I’m Bridget. Thanks for clearing everything up, but I have to go to gym.” I said this time with a real smile.

We still had each other’s hands, and when I tried to walk away she wouldn’t let go. I looked back at her and she was smiling like a crazy person then finally let go. I started walking away still smiling, and she excitedly yelled as if I were far down the hall,

“Wait! Um…”

she paused and walked toward me. “Umm can we sit together in home room tomorrow?” she looked so eager.

I started walking away without answering to make her think she was being denied. I was such a tease. Then I turned my head to look at her and said “Of course we can.” Kelly looked very relieved then just smiled and we went our different ways.

By the end of the day all I could think about was Kelly. This was all so strange to me. Why did the girl that stared at me and made me pissed have to turn out to be such a charmer. Ugh, I just couldn’t çamlık escort wait for home room the next day.

“Finally, home room” I thought. When I walked in, I went straight to my seat. After all, Kelly was the one who asked if we could sit together, not me. I didn’t even notice that she wasn’t in the room yet until she walked in as the bell rang. She stopped at her friend and they said a couple of things then she made her way to me.

She looked so pretty that day. She had a tight long sleeved black dress on, a blue jean jacket over it, and a sexy pair of low top cowboy boots on. Her beautiful Ginger hair was out straightened and parted in the middle. Why’d she have to be so pretty? She made me look like shit. I had on a Beanie covering my 18 inch brown hair, no make up on, a loose fitting button up shirt, tight ripped jeans, and my favorite Sperrys. My almost all the time hipster swag.

When Kelly sat down, I had to tell her that she looked really pretty.

“Aww thanks! And you look…”

I cut her off.

“Like a hipster?”

“I was gonna say cute, but you do look like a hipster” she laughed. “I love the hipster look!”

“I am a hipster.” I chuckled.

“Oh really?” she said amazed. “What makes you one?”

“The way I dress, the way I act and think about things, it’s a whole movement, too much to say.”

“Do you smoke” Kelly asked. “Weed?”

“Well of course not! That is illegal!” I said sarcastically.

We both laughed and talked a little more. She randomly paused and said,

“You’re really cool Bridget”

I looked down at the desk blushing and grinning, then looked back at her and said shyly,

“So are you Kelly.” the bell rang and I took charge. “Walk me to class” I basically commanded.

“Haha kay let me go get my paper from Mandy real quick first!” she laughed. Kelly got her paper then came back to me. “Ready? Gym right?” she asked.

“Yup how’d you know, stalking me?” I was totally joking and laughed.

She laughed and said “Deff” then we left the classroom. Our different topics and how comfortable we were with each other that morning made it seem like we were friends for years. When we passed this one kid, Kelly quickly grabbed my hand holding it. When he passed she apologized saying,

“Sorry I told that guy that I was a lesbian and that I had a girlfriend so that he would leave me alone. He keeps hitting on me.”

“It’s totes cool.” I said truthfully, I liked the way our hands fit. “I can see why he keeps hitting on you.” I smiled and she smiled back. We were still holding hands the whole way to the gym locker room.

“Thanks for that” she said. “For helping me with that guy.”

“Your welcome” I smiled then did something I hadn’t planned on doing. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, told her bye, then swiftly went to go change into my gym clothes.

Later on that day, 9th period I had history. I knew nobody in that class and thought it would be a lonely senior year. I heard a sweet calm voice talking to my teacher saying,

“… Yeah they switched me to this period. I see my friend Bridget, can my seat be by hers?”

“Uhh yeah sure” my teacher said with his deep voice.

I had no idea who the girl was by her voice.

A cute little body walked through the door, and it was Kelly! I assume my face lit etiler escort up, because I became really happy and smiled really hard. She came and sat down next to me and gave me a “Hey you”. I love when people say that to me, I don’t know why.

My teacher told us to get a partner and do some book work. Kelly reached over and pulled my desk to hers.

“Damn” I exclaimed.

She laughed it off, and we got to work. By the last five minutes of the period we were done with our work, so we just talked. She told me that she liked the kiss I had given her earlier. We both started sharing personal stuff. She told me that she turned 18 a couple of months ago, that she actually does like girls, she’s only had 2 boyfriends her whole life, and that she wanted to get to know me “as a friend of course” she added.

“You wanna come over today?” I asked.

“Sure!” she answered excitedly.

(amazing what a 5 minute convo gets you)

“Coolness. When the bell rings you wanna just come with me, or do you wanna go home first?”

Our school was made up of two towns. Kelly was from the other town, they didn’t have their own high school.

“Nahh, I’d rather just come with you.” she said.

I said okay, and the last bell rang about a 30 seconds after. We left out the school and went to my car. We both hopped in and I drove to my house.

“We’re not gonna stay here all day, we’ll just put our stuff in my room then go somewhere” I told her.

I fondled with my keys then finally opened my house door. My room was the basement, so we went down and I unlocked my room door.

“You have a key for your room? Lucky bitch!” she said.

“Yeah, my parents are too nosey, and I have things they don’t need to see.” I gave her a sly grin.

She chuckled and we walked in.

It’s pretty big in my room for the most part, and my favorite part is my round California king bed. I love it so much!

Kelly dropped her stuff, and jumped right on my bed spreading out her body like she was familiar with my house already.

“Get comfortable!” I said sarcastically.

“Haha I am, come here.” she was patting the bed.

I went and sat next to her and she sat up.

“Today was a fun school day!” she said.

I just quietly said yeah, and stared into her eyes. She was smiling, but it slowly went off her face.

I leaned in and kissed her, this time on the lips. She fell back and I straddled her, sitting vagina to vagina, and bending over kissing her. I felt her kiss back, and we started making out. Her lips were so soft! And they tasted like piña colada. That made me want to kiss her even more. I explored her mouth with my tongue, then bit her lip. I went back to kissing her, then she did the same and bit my lip. I’ve always loved lip biting. “You.. ever…… been.. with a girl?” I asked between kisses.

“No” she mumbled. I felt her lips loosen then she completely stopped.

“Sorry Kells, I didn’t mean to..” she kissed my lips cutting me off.

“It’s perfectly fine… c’mon” she pulled my head closer and started unbuttoning my shirt.

“You sure? I’ve done this before, and I don’t want you to regret this being your first time” I needed to know.

She shook her head and got my shirt off and threw it. I got up to go lock my door, then took my jeans off. I wasn’t wearing bağdat caddesi escort panties that day, so I was standing there in my bra only. She smiled at my body, then said,

“Can I see the rest?” smiling and biting her lip.

“I wanna see your cute little body in your bra and panties first” I couldn’t help but smile.

Kelly stripped and I smiled harder. She had a pushup bra on. I walked over to her and said,

“Wear this for me?” while putting a hand on each bra covered boob.

“Actually I did” she answered.

I smiled again and kissed her, my hands still on her perfect 34B tits. We started making out again and I could feel her hands exploring. They moved from my hips right to my thighs then feeling their way back up to my ass. When I bit her lip, she gave a little moan then squeezed my ass.

“Damn Kells I need you…” I pushed her down on the bed. “Now”

My hands started rubbing across her stomach and she unhooked her bra and threw that too. Her nipples were so cute. They were lighter than the rest of her body, but she was the perfect tan color considering summer just ended. Her nips were erect, and I wanted them. I left her lips kissing my way down her neck and made it to her tits. I licked all around one of them while purposely avoiding her nipples. My hand was playing with the other one. Finally I gave a light lick to her nip, and she flinched. I licked it fully this time and gave it a bite. She let out a pleased sigh, then I kissed all around her stomach. My tongue went inside her belly button then licked further down and over her g-string. Kelly started breathing hard and then I did what I’ve been waiting for. I took each side of her panties and pulled them off. The sight of her vagina was beautiful.

“Been eaten before babe?” I asked.

While biting her lip and not even looking at me she tried to make out “Mhmm, once”.

I laid down beside her and she looked confused and sad.

“What..”

“Ride.” I cut her off and demanded.

“Huh?” she was really confused now.

“Ride.” I repeated.

She understood what I meant, smiled hard, the climbed up to my face. Her pussy smelled so good. It smelled like piña colada just like her lips tasted like it. Amazing.

I took my first lick to her lips. I put my arms around her legs then continued. I parted her lips with my tongue then slid it to her clit. Can you guess what it tasted like? Yup, piña colada! Her body jerked against my face and I went faster.

Up and down I licked, then stuck it into her hole as far a it could go. Then I grabbed her ass kind of forcing her to ride my face. She took the hint. She bent over a little grabbing the sheets above my head and pushed her pussy further into my mouth. The faster my tongue moved, the fast she rode.

“Fuck yeah Bridget… Fuckkk yeahhh… Ooooo” Kelly moaned. “I might cum dude!!”

I smiled against her and pounded into her and she came. She quickly got off of me and started apologizing.

“Oh my god Bridge, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry” she tried wiping it off my face.

I laughed and said,

“Wow, Kells no need to be sorry.” I kept laughing. “Seriously though, I knew it was gonna happen, it happens. Cum is a part of sex, and you taste amazing.” I licked what was left off my lips.

“Oh, you really have done this before. That was amazing Bridget.” she laughed at herself.

“Just imagine what else we could do” I gave her a lustful look. “C’mon let’s get dressed. I’ll buy us some food.”

We kissed, got dressed, and left. What an amazing afternoon it was. This was only a few days ago, but I really like Kelly already. I also look forward to more sex with her..

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Beguiled.

“Ooops, sorry.”

The girl danced lightly round her, swaying sinuously out of her path and straight back onto it again. It was a pleasant surprise, contrasting politely with the hint of drunken threat that Jenna could already feel in the air. More than that, it was simply beautiful to witness for its own sensuous sake. She couldn’t resist the temptation to turn with her, watch her flow past like a thick heavy stream of massage oil. She was drunk – or something – and not at her most subtle about staring.

She had seen her before, a week or so ago. A face that jumped out of the city centre shopping crowd and grabbed her attention for that second look that asked ‘is she? I think she is’; and then had gone. Enough to turn her head and kindle a passing wistful pang, but surely she hadn’t looked as stunning then as she did this evening.

She stopped, turned back and looked Jenna full in the eye. She couldn’t meet it, was too aware of her own gobsmacked face and the fact that she probably looked pissed too. She glanced away from the face that made her legs feel even weaker, and instead came to rest on her right arm. Emerging from the pale sleeveless top was toned and tanned bicep – not bulging but firmly smooth. There was a Celtic knotwork cuff around it, like those tattoos that were so common now, but pewter instead of ink and biting slightly into the skin. It drew all her attention to the muscle that was there, tied her stomach into a knot of her own at the thought of it tensing against the metal band.

She had been walking up the slope, from under the railway bridge, and her momentum had carried her to the front of the pub. Her head, which had been tilted slightly to the side as she regarded Jenna, nodded towards the door.

“Want to come in for a drink?”

Of course she would like to go in. Not so much to drink any more herself, but to watch this new vision tilt her head back and let the swallowing ripple down her throat. Raising even so insubstantial a weight as a glass would flex the arm under that band, wouldn’t it? It wasn’t worth the risk, the pavement was pitching like a trawler and she was in that awful in-between state of knowing exactly how drunk she was. Somewhere she retained enough self-control to know she really didn’t want to make a fool of herself in front of this one.

“Better not.”

“Want to do something else?”

*

Her name was Lynsey. She mentioned that she was a nurse but appeared far more interested in listening to Jenna on their half-hour walk through the raucous city centre than talking about herself. She seemed normal, pleasant and friendly, letting Jenna ramble on in her own way rather than firing questions – a stark contrast to the eerily inquisitive Lucy. The walk helped clear Jenna’s head, but she knew she must have been babbling to start with. Part of it was about Lucy and how weird the whole thing had been, her mouth ran away with her and she realised she’d just said that business about frigging strangers in the lady’s.

“Not your thing then?”

“Not really. I think I’d have to know someone very well to do that. Or not at all.”

Lynsey laughed, loud and natural, something that came from herself rather than booze.

“Naughty. Well don’t worry, I’m not expecting anything like that.”

It was meant kindly, she realised that even as she felt rejected and unattractive. Was she really that much of an embarrassment?

“Charmed.”

“Taking advantage isn’t one of my failings, darlin’, and you’ve had quite a night. Why don’t we put you to bed with a hot chocolate and see what we both feel like in the morning?”

Lynsey led the way round the back of the hospital to the sort of tree-lined road of subdivided Victorian villas that invariably attracts students and nurses. She had a small neat flat on the first floor, with a big leather-effect sofa and a couple of the more famous Schiele prints on the wall. Jenna had seen enough of those in student houses but she had never taken to the style, other than that inevitable redhead with her cheek resting on her knee. They were too ugly and ungainly for her taste. Lynsey made the promised hot chocolate, and Jenna felt even more drowsy. It wasn’t just drinking a few too many, the Lucy business had wound her up and yet now she was feeling as relaxed as she could remember. She apologised again for nodding off.

“Nonsense. Do you want to crash there, or come to bed?”

Which was the unspoken yet self-evident point of everything since Lynsey had stopped and turned round outside the pub, but somehow it didn’t feel like she had been picked up and taken back home for a quick and desperate fuck. Jenna’s earlier resentment had evaporated too, it was more than obvious than Lynsey was interested. It was just gentle and easy-going – no pressure, no drama – exactly what she needed.

“Can we go to bed? Just to kiss and be close, and see what happens?”

“Come on.”

They went through into the bedroom. Lynsey started undressing naturally yenişehir escort in the light from the hallway, taking off trousers and top as if Jenna wasn’t even there. She glanced over her shoulder and noticed Jenna looking hesitant, smiled encouragingly and kept her knickers on as she pulled back the duvet. Jenna scrambled out of her jeans and got in beside her, accepting Lynsey’s arm around her shoulders and letting it draw her T-shirted chest against the wonderful temptation of Lynsey’s petite but full-nippled breasts. She reached out a tentative hand and felt Lynsey’s cheek fill her palm, stretched her face to meet it… felt herself falling into some ridiculously girly sensation of weightlessness on Lynsey’s lips. They kissed, until her eyes lost focus and her skin seemed to dissolve into the memory foam underneath her. She badly wanted to make love to this girl, join and melt together mouth to mouth and cunt to cunt, but she was too tired and comfortable and just plain safe to make the effort. Her hand found the warm comfortable security between Lynsey’s legs. Lynsey gripped it between her thighs, sighing at the touch. Jenna felt herself smiling: how wet they were, just from kissing her. And then she fell asleep wrapped in Lynsey’s limbs.

It only took a second or two to realise where she was. That was surprising, she wasn’t used to waking in strange beds spooned against strange women, but this seemed perfectly comfortable and normal. The hall light was still on, bright enough through the half-closed door to look across Lynsey’s shoulder and see the bedside clock reading two-seventeen. She slid herself carefully out of bed and tiptoed off to the loo.

Lynsey was nice. Lynsey was really nice, sweet and thoughtful, taking mercy on a poor pissed stray like that; taking a complete stranger into her home and not using it as a pretext to just barge into her knickers when she barely knew up from down. Lynsey was nice, and fit, and Jenna couldn’t think about those firm flat-topped nipples without imagining her tongue against their clearly defined edge. She had woken to a head cleared of booze and intoxicated instead with the close warm smell of the woman’s hair and skin against her nose. She cleaned herself up, remembered just in time not to flush and wake the whole building, and crept back towards the bedroom.

“Turn out the light.”

The voice came through the bedroom doorway when she was still in the hall, soft and sensual. She flicked the switch and felt her way back along the wall. When she stepped into the bedroom, Lynsey was sitting up, with the duvet pulled down into her lap, skin pale and luminous in the moonglow, the band round her arm even more prominent than it had been earlier. Jenna pulled her T-shirt over her head.

“Nice.”

It stopped her, just like that with the cloth still halfway over her face. That feeling was several years in the past. She and Molls had fallen out of first passion and into routine. They went to bed together and had sex, because they had drunk too much or they needed to make up after another fight or they were a couple and sex – at least what Molls defined as ‘sex’ – was what they did. Molls fucked her because Molls did, in her own way, care very much for her, and because she was there to fuck. It was too damn long a time since she had felt someone looking at her body as if it was attractive for itself. The simple practical act of removing a suddenly unwelcome piece of clothing changed midway; she stopped tugging and instead slid it slowly up her arms and took her time dropping it onto Lynsey’s carpet. She took a pace to the side, where the window lit her properly, and teased her way out of bra and pants whilst Lynsey watched. She let Lynsey’s eyes kiss her breasts and caress down her belly, and felt her stomach go tight at the way they moved over her body.

Lynsey pushed the duvet off onto the floor, raised her hips and hooked her thumbs under her waistband to pull her knickers slowly over bent knees and flick them into the corner of the room with a playful kick. She raised her left leg, straightened out and flexing at the hip like a gymnast, until her toes were pointed at the ceiling. Lowering it wide to the side gave promises of grace and flexibility that made Jenna’s heart skip a beat; beckoning and exposing at the same time, inviting Jenna between her thighs.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’m on lates, don’t need to be in until twelve. Come here.”

Jenna crawled up the bed. She dipped her head down and felt a nipple press back hard against her tongue at last, felt the breast rise against her mouth to match the soft ‘mmmm’ from deep in Lynsey’s throat. She sucked on it, rocking her head gently back as Lynsey’s leg wrapped round her waist and she felt her pressed wet against her belly. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Lynsey’s arm, stared at it as her mouth tugged softly at Lynsey’s breast. It was so irresistible that she nuzzled against the band, rubbing the tip of her nose over the cool etiler otele gelen escort metal and licking at the tiny bumps of skin that pushed through the centres of the knots.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I think it’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You are so cute.”

She raised her head, stopped kissing long enough to meet the fondly indulgent gaze.

“I don’t feel cute.”

“No?”

“No.”

Steadily less cute since she had walked back through the door and taken off her clothes; slowly and gradually thickening her blood and tightening the pit of her stomach. She could feel her breathing slow, becoming deeper and more purposeful as her mouth discovered Lynsey’s responses, and now she could hear it reflected in her own voice. Lynsey slid down the bed, her belly slipping under Jenna’s; drawing her legs up and draping her knees over Jenna’s shoulders with her face suddenly wearing that look of determined concentration that made her jaw jut forward. Jenna put her length onto Lynsey, pressing her weight onto the legs folded up underneath her, casual unconscious rubbing turning to purposeful riding.

She held Lynsey’s face in her hands and rubbed their noses together. They sighed and kissed; shared the quiet breathless chuckled secrets of how good it felt to move against each other like that; swapped monosyllabic gasps of mutual encouragement mouth to mouth.

“Uhhh. ‘s good.”

“Yeah.”

Just what she had imagined when she first got into this bed: joined at the hip; sex mingling and merging until they dissolved into each other and their mouths met to complete the circuit. Lynsey’s touch enfolded her face, fingers burrowing into the roots of her hair as her tongue delved luxuriously around Lynsey’s mouth and her hand closed about the armband and the muscle beneath it.

*

She woke to sunlight brighter than she ever got in her own subterranean bed, and the feeling of Lynsey beside her. Her hand must have cupped over Lynsey’s groin as they slept. She chewed gently on the earlobe in front of her, and woke the girl with whispered dirty sweet nothings about wanting her pussy for breakfast.

She had honestly forgotten how good sex could be. It got old and had become something done for a purpose – in pursuit of orgasm or reconciliation or a way to pretend things weren’t so bad after all – until the actual details of the sex itself became unwelcome and repulsive. Waking up today was like being reborn as a teenager with discovery and exploration ahead of her. Everything was exciting, headily new and sensual. The tenderness of her hung-over temples and dryness in her throat couldn’t spoil it. She worked her way down into the sweaty closeness under the duvet and rubbed her face in it like a curious kitten.

Making Lynsey come was wonderful, a satisfying reward of its own. She was so quiet – so utterly unlike Jenna herself, who had to smother her mouth in kisses or sucking on Lynsey’s shoulders to keep from screaming the house down in the early hours – but the intensity Jenna felt against her mouth made her dizzy. It was like the bicep straining against her armband, potential power precisely controlled. Lynsey dragged the duvet aside once again and left them sprawled in the fresh morning warmth. Jenna tipped her head back, taking a moment to interpret the upside-down display on the clock. Considering that she had followed too many drinks with about three hours sleep, she felt amazingly alert and chirpy.

“What about showers?”

“What about them? Other than sounding like a good idea?”

“You said you didn’t fancy frigging strangers in the loo. What about in the shower?”

“You’re hardly a stranger this morning.”

She sat up and felt fragile after all. Lynsey got her water, followed at a decent interval by coffee and toast. They sat on the bed until ten, chatting idly and taking their time. Eventually Lynsey made some comment about getting ready for work and Jenna realised she was grinning helplessly.

“Oh no, you aren’t one of those are you?”

“One of what?”

“You’re not going to ask me to put my uniform on…”

Jenna blushed, for the first time since she had woken up she felt naked. The idiot grin refused to shift from her face.

“Not exactly a bad look, is it.”

Lynsey shook her head and rolled her eyes. She didn’t seem to be in the slightest bit angry, merely puzzled at how exotic others found her everyday.

“Honestly, if you people had any idea how much of the time it spends covered in wee and sick. Anyway, you’re out of luck, wearing it on the way to work’s against the rules. Come on with you, let’s get us both cleaned up.”

“Lynsey, thanks.”

“For what?”

“Everything. Had a great night.”

“Fun, wasn’t it? Do you…”

Lynsey hesitated, perched on the edge of the bed looking thoughtful, as if she was nervous about what came next.

“… Do you fancy doing it again?”

“I’d avrupa yakası escort love to.”

“Where do you live?”

“Raven Mount, just the other side of Monument Park.”

“I could come round about nine if you like?”

Jenna didn’t trust herself to speak, she would end up trying to explain how welcome that tentative undemanding offer was, and failing miserably. She kissed Lynsey’s cheek and smiled at her, and let Lynsey lead their way to the shower.

It just seemed natural and automatic to reach for the gel bottle and take over, because making Lynsey feel good was such a treat, but Lynsey had other ideas. She put her hands gently but firmly on Jenna’s arms and turned her round in the cramped space as she announced it was her turn to be pampered a little. She stretched her arms up to the tiles in front, letting the water run over her and feeling Lynsey’s breasts press against her back through the lather. Lynsey’s arms went round her, making her head swim in the steamy heat. Lynsey’s hands massaged their way down between her legs, making her spread her knees as far as wall and door permitted, tensing her arms and pressing her back into Lynsey’s belly. The water sucked and gurgled between them, trickling between the cheeks of her bum to tease with a hint of something she was far too shy to ask for. She finally let her voice go, safe and secure in Lynsey’s embrace and the anonymity of putting her face to the wall. She moaned at the caress of patient fingers inside and out; swore and begged and told Lynsey no other woman had ever made her cunt feel so alive; and filled the flat with her cries until she felt her legs would give way beneath her.

*

After a roundabout bus trip home via Sainsbury’s, Jenna sat down on the sofa for a brief rest and woke up at five feeling thoroughly disoriented but wonderfully vital. She was sure there was something boringly practical she was supposed to have done all day; she didn’t begin to care. It must be almost ten years since she had felt this sense of light-hearted joy and sexual anticipation at the prospect of seeing someone again. She put some music on and within a couple of minutes was spontaneously singing her way around the flat as she tidied up.

Quarter to nine brought Lynsey ringing the doorbell with a wide smile on her face and an overnight bag on her shoulder, and within half an hour of that they were sitting on the floor demolishing takeaway pizza and chatting at random. They decided to go for that drink in the week. Jenna would drop by Lynsey’s after work and they would make their way to the pub together, maybe stop for something to eat on the way. She looked at Lynsey sitting cross-legged on her carpet, popping the last piece in her mouth before sucking each greasy finger suggestively in turn, and could not remember life feeling so straightforward and carefree since she was a student. Lynsey unfolded her legs and stood up.

“Borrow your bathroom for a few minutes?”

“You’ve got another slice yet.”

“Nope, enough already. You have it for me. Back in a while.”

She grabbed her bag and disappeared into the cubbyhole that housed Jenna’s shower and toilet. Jenna tidied away, if there was one thing she could not stand it was waking on a Sunday morning to find takeaway detritus scattered across the living room. Then she went into the bedroom to put on the lamp and consider her options. Lynsey had been quite upfront about it, she had just worked an eight-hour shift and whatever else might happen, she did expect to sleep tonight. Would nudity be too pushy, too demanding of attention? Would it be better to wear something and let Lynsey take it off as and when she felt inclined? She turned round when she heard Lynsey clear her throat, and entirely forgot about her own clothes.

It was practical and loose, but smart and just tailored enough to hint at the form beneath: dark blue trousers and short-sleeved, open-necked mid-blue blouse with white piping. Lynsey’s hair was wound tightly back, showing off her neck and emphasising the amused sideways tilt of her head as she enjoyed Jenna’s reaction. Jenna wasn’t exactly a uniform fetishist, but she did share the true fetishist’s conviction that the real thing was a dozen times sexier than anything you might find in the ‘naughty nurse’ section of the catalogue. Just as bondage was all in the ritual, dressing up was all in the detail. The simple chrome fob watch hanging against Lynsey’s breast set the breath trembling in Jenna’s throat.

Lynsey reached up, leant her left hand into the doorframe above her and crossed left ankle over right. Her lips creased and her eyes widened in unspoken invitation. Jenna took two steps to join her; she did the obvious thing that Lynsey’s body language demanded. The tips of her fingers probed up inside the easy hang of Lynsey’s right sleeve and found the armband hidden inside. The astonishing eroticism of it made her close her eyes. She felt the arm move against her touch as Lynsey raised her hand and undid the top button.

“You said you liked the uniform, but you didn’t say anything about underwear, and I didn’t want to get it wrong…”

Jenna’s other hand snaked up under the tail of Lynsey’s blouse and thrust urgently down the waistband of her trousers. She grabbed hold of Lynsey’s bum and let herself be pushed back towards the bed.

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The Women’s Erotic Liberation Circle held this retreat on the Oregon coast, where I decided to actively mindfuck one of the newer women. Her name was Tara Louise, and she was a real estate agent from Sacramento. Curvy girl, mid-40’s, five-foot-ninish, lovely pale skin, light red curly hair, very busty, and dressed like she was meeting a client. She stood up at the first meeting and read her statement from a piece of paper without looking up. It finished with “I spent most of my married life fantasizing about serving as another woman’s slave, and now that I’m here I want to make it a reality.” She blushed and barely glanced up at the end, catching my eye.

After dinner, I casually invited Tara Louise to join me for a glass of wine on the swing overlooking the beach. I put my arm around her and told her very directly that I was going to take charge of her and make her fantasy real. My fingers grazed her left breast and I could feel her nipple stiffening.

“Do you understand there will be other women, hon?” I said. “I have an kaynarca escort enormous appetite, an enormous need to be worshipped. Besides, I am a goddess.”

“Yes, you are,” Tara Louise whispered, gazing up at me.

“And you’re a slave. It doesn’t get much simpler than that, does it?”

Before she could reply, I kissed her deeply, rose and walked away.

I turned my head before heading up to the cabins, and she was kneeling on the path, worshipping me. I felt such an extraordinary surge of power at that moment. As I walked away, I swung my hips slowly, knowing that she would be mesmerized by my every motion, aching to serve me as my slave.

The next day at lunch, she wore a server’s uniform and personally tended to my every need. As everyone watched, Tara Louise poured a glass of Chardonnay for my approval. I slowly swirled the liquid in my mouth and swallowed with satisfaction.

“Not bad, Tara Louise. Of course, a goddess drinks from the glass. You, as a slave, well, that’s etiler sınırsız escort a different story.”

I pushed back my chair, pulled the bottle out of Tara Louise’s hand, and, staring her in the eye, lifted my skirt and deliberately poured white wine in a slow, delicious trickle over my pantiless cunt. Smiling triumphantly, I took her by the hair and made her kneel between my thighs, lapping at my hugely engorged lip and clit.

“Does it taste good, slave? Lick my cunt, Tara Louise! Lick me out like a good slave should!”

I groaned with pleasure as the other women applauded. Some had come from as far away as Germany and Venezuela–I saw a cute little Filipina hitching down her slacks to masturbate as she watched me getting eaten publicly, and made a note to inquire about her interest in goddess worship later on…

“This is who I am!” Tara Louise gasped. “I’m a fucking slave and I want to serve you, Goddess! I love kneeling and licking you. I just want to do what Anadolu yakası escort you tell me and know that your pleasure comes one thousand percent before mine.”

I pushed her face deeper into my cunt and screamed as she sucked directly on my clit. Women pressed closer, needing to feel my power. Nearing what was to be the first of many enormous climaxes, I knew I had to give Tara Louise the ultimate gift, that of knowing that she was right where she belonged at my feet and could never hope to equal my beautiful, supreme goddess power.

I beckoned the Filipina girl forward and began passionately kissing her, letting Tara Louise know that she was a slave and fucktoy.

“Oh God, yes…your lips are so soft…kiss me while I get worshipped…goddesses like us indulge, while my slave serves on her knees…love it, love it, love it…”

I had to push away with a scream as Tara Louise finally brought me off with her slave mouth, sucking and lapping with all her might. I collapsed into the arms of three surrounding women, who held me across their laps and against their breasts as I recovered from the overwhelming sensations. The Filipina girl stroked my hair. I lay still and then felt another sensation: opening my eyes, I looked down and saw Tara Louise still kneeling, red curls demurely shading her eyes, tonguing and licking my toes…

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Before you arrive, I set the stage. Red and white candles all over the room of various sizes, Sandalwood and Rose incense, Enigma in the CD player. The bed has black satin sheets on it, covered in red and white rose petals. There are lengths of black cord draped over each side of the headboard. I am dressed in a black satin merry widow, complete with garters and thigh-high boots, but no panties. My hair is up, nails and lips painted red – eyes lined in black. I’ve laid out the various “tools” for the evening under a black chiffon scarf on the dresser. I wrap myself in a velvet robe and wait for you to arrive.

You knock at the door, and I suppress a giggle – hoping you’ll like the ambiance I’ve presented. I open the door, and you’re wearing a full length trench coat – I can see your high-heeled boots underneath, and just a touch of your cleavage is exposed. From the look in your eyes, I’m sure you’re not wearing much under it.

I invite you in, place a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door, close and lock it. Letting you know by the smile on my face that you’re not leaving anytime soon. We kiss our hellos gently on the lips, and I offer to take your coat. Always with a flair for the dramatic, you walk into the main chamber and gesture for me to sit down. Smiling at you, I remove my robe, and see your eyes widen slightly at the sight of my tight satin outfit. “Great boots,” you tell me. I smile and sit down.

You place one of your boots to the left of me, exposing the garter and thigh high stocking underneath. Then you slowly unbutton the coat, letting it fall off of your shoulders and drape it over the chair. You’re wearing a black see-through bra and garter belt – with black satin thong panties. I catch my breath at the sight of you, you’re so sexy.

You straddle me, pressing your lovely pussy against me and running your hands across your breasts. You lean over to kiss me gently and run your tongue across my lips. Then you wrap your arms around me and whisper in my ear “I’m all yours.” My nipples harden at the thought of what I’ve planned for your luscious body. I run my hands up your legs, pressing my thumbs against the insides of your thighs and over your labia. I kiss between your breasts and then take one of your nipples between my teeth, running my tongue across the soft fabric. You gasp and press your pussy against my hands. I reach up to take your face in my hands and kiss you, opening your mouth with my tongue. I smooth my hands down your body, and gently push you up and off of my lap.

“Stand here and don’t move,” I tell you. You nod, and I reach for the fur-lined blindfold and place it over your eyes. “Don’t move until I tell you,” I whisper in your ear and I feel you shiver. I take one of the roses out of the vase on the table and run the bud over your skin, starting at your neck. I watch your nipples harden as the flower slides between your breasts and down your stomach. “Spread your legs,” I whisper against your cheek, and your stance widens. I reach down and remove your panties. You’re already moist. I run my finger up and down your labia, spreading the moisture there, then sliding the rosebud against your slick lips.

I reach around you, kissing your neck, and remove your bra, letting your breasts hang freely. I run the rose petals over your nipples and kiss and lick each of them, until they’re as hard and red as the flower. I take your hands and lead you kurtköy escort over to the bed. As I lay you down, I tell you to spread your arms out to each side. I tie each of your hands with the cord that is across the headboard. I ask you to pull at them, making sure you can’t get out of the knots. When I’m satisfied, I ask you to raise your hips and place a pillow underneath them, exposing your beautiful pussy.

I go to the dresser and pick up the large peacock feather. Starting at your neck, I run the feather lightly over your body – but firmly enough not to tickle. I reach down and pinch one nipple as I run the feather over the other. I make sure to touch your arms, cheeks, breasts, belly, and thighs with the fronds. I can see goosebumps rising on your skin, and you squirm a little, a sigh escaping your lips.

I reach for the glass of champagne by the bed, dip my finger in and bring it to your lips. You open your mouth and suck on my finger, running your tongue over it to taste the champagne. I place drops on your skin, down the center of your body, and pour some on your cunt. Your hips jerk, because the champagne is cold. I trace my tongue down that line, stopping just above your clit, and flicking it with my tongue. You twist in the ropes, pressing your hips against me – heightened sensation making you beg for me to taste you and offer you the relief of orgasm. I laugh quietly and say, “Oh no, not yet, darling.”

I reach for my cat of nine tails and run the leather strips across your mouth. You open your mouth and curl your tongue around the buttery leather. I straddle your body, so you can feel my pussy press against your pubic bone and grind myself on you, letting my wetness mingle with yours.

Snap – I crack the whip lightly against your right nipple, and you cry out at the unexpected roughness. I run my hand gently over the hard tip of your nipple. Snap again, on the left nipple this time, and you hum against your lips – having sensed it was coming. I reach down behind me, and dangle the leather strips over your labia and snap goes the whip again – the tails barely touching your skin, but enough to get your adrenaline rushing. “Oh my god,” you say and giggle a bit nervously. I lean over and kiss your lips, telling you “Shhhhhhh, you know I would never hurt you, precious baby.” You nod, biting your lip, and I can feel your legs tense up.

I kiss and lick down your body, sliding my face down between your legs, breathing in your scent and approving of the shaven lips I see. I lay the whip across your breasts and stomach, making you aware of the touch of leather on your skin, and reminding you of the biting pleasure it can provide. I lick the inside of your thighs and see how wet your pussy is already. I run my tongue over the outer lips, and then the inner, pushing my tongue inside you – sliding it in and out slowly, like a small cock. I place my hand on the handle of the whip on your stomach – making you wonder whether I plan to offer pleasure or pain. I lick up and down your slit, wrapping my lips around your clit and sucking it slowly, feeling how large and hard it’s gotten. I know it won’t take much to make you cum the first time.

I slide the handle of the whip down and push it inside your pussy. Sucking your clit and fucking you with the whip. You start to moan and buck as you cum all over the handle. I lick small circles etiler outcall escorts around your clit and flick it – making you twist and moan again. “Do you want more?” I breathe the question between your legs, blowing warmly across you.

“Yes,” you say with no hesitation. I pull up suddenly and press your legs back, holding you behind the knees. I rub my clit against yours, feeling our wetness – lips against lips. I slide up and down until I am close to cumming myself. Snap goes the whip against your breasts. Your chest heaves upward and you gasp. I reach down with one hand to touch my clit and slide one finger – then two into your dripping cunt.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask.

“Mmmmmmmm, fuck me,” you groan, bucking your hips against my hand. I curl my fingers upward, reaching for your g-spot. I can’t stand it anymore and I cum, spurting all over the sheets. I slide down and lick your clit, holding it with my lips and flicking my tongue back and forth – hard and fast, still fucking you with two fingers.

“Cum all over my face,” I tell you. I reach up and pinch one of your nipples, and it sends you over again, as you cry out and your cum spills down my hand. “Yes, that’s it, cum for me,” I tell you.

I lie next to you and reach into the ice bucket, taking a cube and rubbing it against your lips. You suck on the ice cube and my fingers, sighing gently. I take the ice cube from your lips and run it over your nipples and around your belly button, finally sliding it up and down the slit between your labia. “That’s cold!” you say and laugh with me. I bring the ice cube to my mouth and suck on it, leaning over to kiss you, and letting the cube slide into your mouth.

“Okay, time for refreshments,” I tell you. I untie your hands and let you sit up, keeping the blindfold on. I bring over a bowl of strawberries and a glass of champagne, putting the glass in your hand and feeding you a strawberry. You lick and bite it seductively, laughing at me. I kiss your lips, and let you finish your champagne.

“Now, darling, get on your knees next to the bed,” I tell you, and guide you off the bed, your legs a bit shaky. I sit on the edge of the bed, put your hands on my thighs and tell you to taste me. You lean forward, nervous, having never tasted a woman before. “Just do what feels good for you,” I tell you. You lick, tentatively, and I shudder. Feeling more confident, you start lapping at my clit, then licking my pussy lips slowly with your wet tongue.

“Lick my clit,” I tell you, and you flick your tongue back and forth across it. “Finger fuck me,” I say, and you slide one of your manicured fingers into my slick pussy. Watching you do this and feeling your hot breath against me, I cry out and cum, rocking my hips against your face and hand. “Wow, that didn’t take long,” you laugh, and I collapse on the bed for a moment, as you run your hands up and down my thighs.

“Mmmmmmm, and we’re not done yet,” I say, and tell you to lay face down on the bed, spreading your arms again. I bind your hands to the headboard again, and tell you to spread your legs in a diamond shape, making sure there are enough pillows to cradle your head and raise your ass slightly, exposing your pussy again.

Reaching over to the dresser, I pull out a small riding crop. I run it firmly over your body, so you can feel what it is. “Don’t hurt istanbul eskort me,” you whisper. I brush your hair back from your face and whisper “Never” into your ear. I reach under you and roll your nipples between my fingers, kissing the back of your neck and running my tongue over your shoulders and back. I feel you sigh deeply and relax into my touch. I kiss all the way down your body, covering every inch of you with a kiss or lick. I nibble lightly on your buttocks, making you laugh. Then I run my tongue down the back of you, flicking my tongue on the skin between your ass and pussy. You roll your hips up to meet my mouth and I slide my tongue inside your pussy again, making sure you’re nice and wet.

I use my knees to keep yours spread, and pick up the riding crop, touching your buttocks lightly and then snap – smacking you lightly on the right cheek – just enough to leave a small red mark. “Ah!” you cry out – “that stings!” snap snap! Twice against the same buttock, and then I rub my hand lightly over your skin, to smooth out the tingles. Snap goes the crop against your left buttock and you say “Oh no!” You’re not sure if you’re frightened or excited. I reach over, open the nightstand and pull out an 8-inch dildo. I wrap my lips around it, to get it nice and wet, then place it between the cheeks of your ass – just to let you know it’s there.

I rub the large cock up and down your pussy lips….I ask you “do you want me to fuck you now? Tell me.” You growl “oh god yes, fuck my pussy now.” And I slide the head of the cock into your cunt. You moan loudly, trying to push up onto your knees to offer yourself to me. I grip the base of the cock and slide the whole thing inside of you suddenly – deeply. A purr comes from your throat as you say “oh yes, fuck me, fuck me now.” I slide the cock in and out of your pussy slowly, letting you feel the length of it – pressing the other end against my own wet snatch. And I fuck you slowly, methodically, letting you build up a rhythm, then plunging it deep inside of you three times – you cry out each time. I pull the cock out, letting the head rub against you, and you roll your hips toward me. I lean over you and say – “Tell me what you want, Amy.”

“Fuck me,” you whisper, “fuck me hard.” I plunge the cock into your cunt and begin to fuck you – hard and fast.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“Oh god, yes!” you yell, and I can sense that you’re ready to cum. I pull back and start long, hard strokes in and out of your dripping cunt, rubbing the other end of the dildo against my clit, close to orgasm myself.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!” I tell you and fuck you deep, hard and fast with the thick cock.

“Oh yes, fuck me, yes, like that, oh god yes!” I cum, pressing the cock deep inside of you and feel your body jerk as you cum hard all over the cock and my hands.

I reach up and press my thumb against your ass, sliding it in just the tip, and you say “Oh yesssssss!” and cum again all over the cock, fucking it with the rocking motion of your hips.

You collapse against the sheets and sigh loudly. “Oh god, that felt good,” you tell me and smile. I slide the cock out of you and reach up to untie your hands. I turn you over and kiss your face, lips and breasts as I remove the blindfold. You blink, having been in the dark for so long and smile at me, wrapping your arms and throwing a leg over me. You look at me and laugh and say “wow, you sure know how to show a girl a good time.” I laugh with you and kiss your lovely mouth.

We spend the rest of the evening drinking champagne and soaking in the tub, flirting and teasing one another, finally curling up in the sheets and falling asleep in each other’s arms……and then, I woke up.

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Once again, we’re sitting here listening to the almost worst possible news.

While Adrian wraps his arms around me, the doctor tells us, “there’s other options such as adoption and even surrogacy.”

I cried at the sound of those words. Knowing I would never have my own child destroyed me. I mean, this is something I dreamed of ever since I was a kid; get married, start a family.

Lost in my thoughts, Adrian tells me, “Its okay, that’s great and everything will be great.”

I never seen him so sure of himself and couldn’t help believe every word he said.

A week later, we were sitting at an adoption agency.

“Babe we’ve been here for over an hour.”

“Amina please be patient, these things take time.”

Okay but if we’re here for another…..”Mrs. and Mr. Brooks!”, shouted the women behind the desk.

Together my husband and I stood and walked to the back office where we took our seats. Seconds later, we were greeted by an older woman. She took her seat and got straight to the point.

Hi, my name is Angie Clark and from my understanding you’re here to possibly adopt and that’s amazing. But there’s one thing you should know about our agency.

“And what is that?” I asked.

Clearing her throat before speaking, “Well there is a two year waiting list.”

Trying to understand, Adrian asked, “Why is there such a long waiting list?”

Angie started to speak but I heard nothing. All I was thinking about is how I would never have the opportunity to raise a child and give him or her all the possible love there is to give.

Breaking my thoughts, I hear Adrian say, “This is total bullshit!”

I looked at him and caught his eyes. They looked back at me with pain and defeat. I quickly grabbed his hand and told him, “This is not the end. We’ve come this far and I’m pretty sure there’s many adoption agencies in California.”

The pain and defeated look in his eyes faded and that sexy smile I love so much appeared on his face.

With that, we went home and called multiple agencies and they all said the same thing. By the end of the day we were tired, hungry, and horny.

After eating, we ripped each other clothes to shreds, literally. It was the best sex we had in a while. Full of love, passion, and even anger from the day’s stress.

Right after, we fell asleep holding each other.

The next morning I woke up alone. I got out of the bed and slipped into my robe. I first walked into the kitchen, assuming Adrian would be there. I mean come on, he’s a guy; they’re always hungry. But to my surprise, he wasn’t there.

I called out for him but no answer. I checked every room and still no sign of him. But then I remembered, I didn’t check his office.

I walked down the hall and to the left where his office was and there he was on the phone.

After a minute or so, he hung up the call and turned to me with a huge smile.

“I have great news.”

“Well good morning to you too.” I said sarcastically.

“Sorry, good morning babe.”

I smiled and asked, “So what is this about great news?”

“We’re having a baby!!”

I was excited and confused. “What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Well I talked to Dr. Craig and he said that we should definitely try surrogacy. And we are definitely going to do just that.”

Okay, I’m a little upset that you made that decision without discussing it with me and plus, I’m not sure about surrogacy.

“Babe, I’m sorry but what do we have to lose?”

“You’re right but how do we go about this?” I asked.

“Okay, Dr. Craig has made us an appointment to meet a possible candidate to be our surrogate so get your cute ass dressed.”

I smiled and kissed him before leaving his office to wash up.

An hour later we were in the car on our way to meet the woman who’ll possibly carry our future child.

The car was silent when Adrian spoke. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“How can you tell?” I asked.

“Babe, you haven’t been this quiet except for that time your parents caught us having sex senior year.”

I laughed, “Yeah that was humiliating.”

A minute later we pulled up to the hospital. Quickly entering the building, we took the elevator to the 5th floor and there was Dr. Craig. Beside him was this very young attractive women.

“Hi, my name is Jessica.”

Hi, nice to meet you. This is my wife, Amina and I’m Adrian.

“Nice to meet you as well.” She said as she shook Adrian’s hand and lastly, mine.

She held on to my hand a little longer than usual and there we were, just standing there like fools holding hands.

Finally, Dr. Craig spoke, “How about we take this to my office.” Then we let go of each other’s hand and walked to his office.

Oh my god, did I just stand there like an idiot holding her hand? She must think I’m mentally challenged. Oh god, why am I attracted to this woman? Well, I had to admit, she is beautiful.

Once again, lost in my thoughts, I forgot to take my seat. There I sat down before anyone noticed.

Dr. Craig started to speak, “Well pendik escort bayan as you all know, surrogacy is an arrangement in which a woman carries and delivers a child for an individual person or in your case, a couple.”

“Yes.” Spoke Adrian and I.

“Okay well, see how this works is that your surrogate will be artificially inseminated using Adrian’s sperm. And although that all sounds simple, there’s a lot of paper work involved. But before you start that process, I want you three to get to know each other. Ask as many questions as possible and we’ll go from there.”

“Okay, I think I can take it from here Doc.” Said Jessica.

“I’ll let you guys discuss this in private.” Said Dr. Craig as he left us alone.

Jessica began, “As you both know, I’m Jessica and I’m willing to be your surrogate. I know allowing someone to carry your child is a huge decision and I won’t waste no time to tell you that I’m a very healthy person; physically and mentally. I’m intelligent and I love to help people however I can. I have no criminal records and I’m very wealthy so I’m definitely not doing this for money.”

“But do you have any questions for me?” She asked.

Adrian and I looked at each other with a smile, reading each other’s thought.

“Maybe a few.” I said. “Go on.” Replied Jessica.

Okay so what do you do for a living? Are you really ready to carry a baby? And are you sure you want to be a surrogate?

“One question at a time babe, you don’t want to scare her off.”

“It’s okay. Let’s see, I’m a criminal defense attorney and I’ve been thinking of helping someone have a child for a long time now so I’m absolutely positive I want to be your surrogate.”

“Dr. Craig has told me so much about the two of you and I really want to help you guys.”

After a hour or two later, we were all leaving the office.

Saying our goodbyes, I excitingly grabbed Jessica and hugged her and thanked her. She wrapped her arms around me and told me we deserved it.

I smiled and we both pulled away. It took everything to ignore my newfound attraction to this woman.

“C’mon babe, it’s getting late.” Said Adrian.

Again we said our goodbyes and parted ways.

A week later I was sitting in a room with Jessica’s legs spread and propped up.

“Adrian says he can’t make it, he’s stuck in a meeting.”

“That’s okay, it’s just us girls.”

We both smiled.

Soon the doctor appeared. Putting on his gloves, he asked, “Are you nervous?”

“Yes.” We both spoke then laughed. “Sorry, you were talking to her.” I stated.

“That’s okay, I can see how you would be nervous too.”

Quickly, Jessica grabbed my hand and asked, “Would you hold my hand?” “Of course.” I said.

After several minutes, the doctor said, “Now I want you to keep your legs propped up and stay still for 30 minutes or so.”

During those 30 minutes, Jessica and I talked a bit.

“So I know it’s kind of late to ask but why did you want to become a surrogate?”

She was quiet for a few seconds and then she spoke. When I was a kid, my aunt was happily married and she wanted to start a family. But after trying for years, she was told that she had a three percent chance of conceiving.

That didn’t stop my aunt. She tried every method there is to conceive but no luck. Then there was adoption.

She was optimistic that she’ll have a child one way or another.

After waiting a year to actually be able to adopt a child, something went wrong.

“What happened?” I asked.

Well she got so caught up in trying to have a baby, she forgot to be a wife. Eventually, they filed for a divorce.

Still, she wanted to adopt but a soon to be divorcee was no longer a good candidate for adoption. That crushed her.

Lastly, there was surrogacy. Again, she was excited at the thought of getting the kid she always dreamed of.

“So did she find a surrogate?” I asked.

Jessica smiled weakly. Yes but as soon as they agreed and set up a meeting to sign paper work, the woman never showed up.

My aunt tried to get in touch but eventually gave up. Soon she became depressed and sick. A year later, she committed suicide.

A tear rolled from Jessica’s eye and I held her hand. “I’m so sorry.” I said sympathetically.

Her sad face turned into a smile. “Well that’s my story of why I wanted to become a surrogate.” She said dramatically.

We both laughed and then came the doctor.

“What’s the joke, I want to laugh too.” Said the doctor. “Nothing.” Laughed Jessica and I. “Fine don’t share.” He joked.

He then gave us a little information on how the whole process will work.

“These things usually take up to two weeks to see if the treatment worked so I want to see you guys then.”

“Yes doctor.” We both said with huge smiles.

After Jessica got dressed I asked,”Do you need a ride?”

“Yes, I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to drive after the procedure so I caught a taxi here.” She said.

The two minute walk to my car was silent.

Once etiler eskort we go to my car, I opened up her door. Due to the small space we had, Jessica squeezed pass me, brushing her entire body against mine.

“Thank you.” She said. For a second, I lost my breath.

She noticed and asked if I was okay. “Yeah, of course.” I said as I walked around to get in the car.

Finally in the car, Jessica grabbed my hand and looked me straight in the eye and said, “You’re beautiful, smart, and loving and you’re going to make a great mom.”

“Thank you Jess, that really mean a lot to me.” I said. “Wow no ones called me Jess since I was a kid, I like that.”

“I like you too, I mean I like it too…I didn’t mean that”, I blabbered on.

“It’s okay, I know what you meant.” She said.

“Cool.” I said awkwardly.

On our way to her house, I noticed a ring on her finger.

“You’re married?”

She looked confused to why I asked and realized her ring.

“Oh, no I’m not married.”

“And why not, you’re drop dead gorgeous with the perfect body and smile. You’re smart, great personality and you’re not that much of a bad person.” I joked.

She laughed and said, “I just haven’t found the right person and plus it’s not legal yet.” “What do you mean….” I started to say before realizing what she meant.

“Yes, I’m gay.” She stated.

“That’s cool.” I tried to say nonchalantly.

“Are you okay with that?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be okay with your sexuality?”

We were quiet for a few minutes when I decided to make conversation.

“So what’s your type?”

Although taken by surprise, she answered, “I don’t really have a type, I just go by the connection I feel between the person and myself.”

She continued nervously, “But if I had a type, it would probably be someone like you.”

I choked when she said that and tried to look unaffected by her words.

“Sorry, I’ve made you uncomfortable, right?”

“No just the opposite…I’m flattered.”

She smiled and we were now at her house.

“Thanks for bringing me home Amina. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, I’ll see you soon Jess.” “See you.”

30 minutes later I was home searching for Adrian. The house was empty so I called him on his cell.

“Hey babe, where are you?” “Hey, I’m stuck at work, I probably won’t be home until midnight.”

“Okay well, I’m getting ready to go to sleep soon so goodnight.”

“Okay, goodnight babe, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

I got off the phone and made myself something quick to eat before heading to bed.

I was now lying in bed trying to go to sleep but Jessica entered my every thought. It’s weird because I never thought of a woman until I met her. I thought I was straight but this particular woman had left me wanting her in every way possible.

I was thinking of everything that attracted me to her. Her body was amazing, the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. She was tall just like myself; about 5’9.

She was slim but with curves in all the right places. Her breast were the same size as mine but hers seem to be more perky and full. I’m a 36C but hers look more like a D cup.

She have dark brown wavy hair and the sexiest pair of eyes. They’re emerald green and they literally sparkle every time she smile.

Lastly, her lips. I can’t begin to explain how adorable they are. They’re the cutest small pink lips. I often find myself staring at them as she speaks.

Thinking about her was getting me worked up. I slowly began to run my fingers lightly against my stomach. I traced my fingers down to my panties and teased myself.

I found myself very wet and couldn’t resist plunging my fingers deep into my pussy. Soon I was panting and moaning while my fingers frantically worked my pussy to a mind-blowing orgasm. I came harder than ever before while masturbating.

After my body calmed and relaxed, I drifted into sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face. I was in a great mood so I decided to get up and cook breakfast before my hubby got up.

I made him sausages, bacon, eggs, and his favorite, cinnamon pancakes. Right after I was done cooking, Adrian walked into the kitchen.

“Good morning babe, you must be in a good mood this morning.”

“Well yes I am. I’m married to a handsome fella and we’re finally going to start a family.”

Adrian smiled, “So yesterday went good, I assume.”

“Yeah the doctor said everything was great and we just have to go back in two weeks to see if the treatment worked.”

“That’s amazing, I can’t believe we’re finally going to have a baby.” He said excitingly.

“Yeah and I also learned a little more about Jessica yesterday.”

“Oh yeah tell me something.” He demanded playfully.

“Well for starters, she’s a lesbian.”

“Awesome.” Shouted Adrian, a little too excited.

“What are you so excited about?”

“Oh nothing.” He said mischievously.

“You’re sick.” I said, knowing what he was escort bayan thinking.

He laughed and began eating.

Two weeks passed by unbelievably fast and we were all sitting there looking at an ultrasound. “There goes your baby.” Said the doctor.

I began to cry and Adrian hugged me and whispered, “I know, it’s finally happening. I can’t believe it myself.” I told him,”I love you so much.”, before walking over to Jessica.

I kissed her forehead and thanked her.

“No, thank you.”

“Now there’s a few things I want to give you to get through this pregnancy.” Said the doctor. He gave us a prescription for prenatal vitamins, a list of healthy foods to add to her diet and a list of good products that prevent stretch marks.

“Thank you.” We all said at the same time.

“You all are welcome and you’re pretty much free to leave now.”

Adrian’s phone rang and a second later he said, “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you later babe, see you Jessica.”

“Bye.” We both said.

“He’s a workaholic.”

“Don’t I know it but you know, I think I”ll leave the room and let you get dressed.”

“You don’t have to. I’m pretty sure you’re going to see everything when I deliver the baby anyway.”

“Yeah okay.” I said nervously.

She then turned around and her gown dropped. I gasped at the sight of her naked and thankfully she didn’t hear me.

I watched her as she put on her matching lace thong and bra. Next she put on her jeans and turned to face me.

“So do you work out or something?”

“Yeah…Well sometimes.” She answered while pulling her shirt over her head.

“Well I need to start working out, I’m so out of shape.”

“No you’re not.” She said while glancing over my body. In a soft and sexy tone, she said, “You know, you’re body is beautiful Amina, really.”

I blushed and thanked her for the compliment.

She smiled and stated that she was done getting dressed. I looked at her fully clothed now and said, “Let’s go, shall we.”

We walked to the elevators and soon enough we were at my car. I opened her door and she said, “You really don’t have to do that, you know, that’s not necessary.”

“Sorry I just feel the need to take care of you. I mean, you are carrying my child.” I said as I put my hand on her tummy.

She looked me in my eyes and said, “Right.” Almost inaudibly. I slowly removed my hand, never taking my eyes off hers.

“We should get going.” She said breathlessly.

Snapping out of her spell, I said, “You’re right.” And walked over to my side to get into the car.

The car was silent on our way to her house so I decided to turn on the radio. Gravity by Sara Bareilles was on.

“I love this song.” We both said at the same time. We laughed and continued to listen to the song. By the time the song ended, we were pulling into her drive way.

Jessica hesitated before opening the door.

“Would you like to come in and watch TV or talk?”

“Yes, I would like that.”

We both got out of the car and walked towards the house. She quickly opened the door and we walked into a palace-like home.

“God, your house is huge.”

“Thank you, I’m thinking about buying something smaller though. This house is too big for me, alone.”

“So what made you buy this huge house anyway?”

“I didn’t, my dad left it for me before he died of cancer. I was sixteen when he died.” She said sadly.

“Sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay, that was a long time ago.” She said before showing the rest of the house.

After showing me the house, we took a seat on the sofa.

“You wanna order some pizza and watch a movie?”

“Sounds fun.”

“Okay I’ll go order the pizza and you can find a movie for us to watch.”

A couple minutes passed by and Jessica joined me on the sofa. “Pizza will be here less than 20 minutes.”

“Did you find a movie?”

“Nope, still looking.”

“Okay you keep looking, I’ll get us something to drink. What do you want?”

“Water is fine.”

She quickly disappeared into the kitchen only to reappear shortly with two glasses of water.

“I have to use the bathroom.” She said after placing the glasses on the table.

As soon as she left, the doorbell rang.

“The money is on the table behind you.” She shouted from upstairs.

I picked up the money and headed to the door to open it.

“Wow, you’re hot!” Said the guy holding the pizza.

“Um thanks, how much?”

Snapping him out his (I assumed perverted) thoughts, “That’ll be 12.59.” He answered.

I handed him the money but he didn’t hand me the pizza.

“Look before I give you this pizza, you have to agree to go out with me.”

“Sorry, I’m married now can I have my pizza?”

“No.”

I was close to snapping at the guy when I felt Jessica’s hand wrap around my waist.

“Is everything okay baby?”

I instantly realized she was putting on a show to get rid of this guy.

“No he’s refusing to give us our pizza.”

“Excuse me sir, what’s your problem?”

“So you’re gay?” He asked, clearly ignoring Jessica’s question.

“Yes now can we have our pizza?”

“Here, take it.” He said in disgust and left.

“God, can you believe that guy?” Said Jessica as she closed the door behind us.

“Thank you Jess.”

“No problem.”

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Amber Hall sat in the back booth of the small diner, her eyes lost in the black cup of coffee she had been staring at for the last half-hour. The twenty-three year old had a big problem and felt she had to get out of her apartment to think about it.

“Well how’s my favorite television star doing today?” the tall black waitress asked as she walked back to the short-haired blond with a fresh pot of coffee in her hand.

The dark-skinned twenty-one-year-old looked down at the untouched cup of coffee sitting on the table and knew something was wrong. Amber had been coming into the dinner for the last six months, ever since she had gotten her role on the hit show, “Angie O’Neil”. It had been the young woman’s big break, landing the role of Cynthia Pennington, one of Angie’s office girls. She had been almost a total unknown at the time; with only a few guest shots to her credit.

“What’s wrong, girlfriend?” Heather Cox said as she sat down on the opposite side of the booth.

Amber and her had struck up a camaraderie of sorts over the last months. Especially since Heather had aspirations of becoming an actress herself, majoring in drama at the local University. Despite her success, Amber was still a small town girl at heart and welcomed the younger woman’s friendship.

Heather knew her boss wouldn’t complain if she took a little break, it wasn’t busy this time of day. Besides even if old man Robinson had a problem with her talking some time to talk to Amber, he wouldn’t get on Heather’s case about it. Not when Heather knew all there was to know about how he was doing the nasty with Mildred Wilson, the cook he had hired a few months back. No, he’d never take the chance of his wife even getting a suspicion of something like that. Especially when there were all those sharp utensils in the kitchen.

“They didn’t cancel the show, did they?” Heather asked, thinking that might be the cause of Amber’s depression.

If the Network had canceled the show, Heather would’ve been greatly surprised. Angie O’Neil had been the surprise hit of the year. Written off at first as just another office drama, it had burst out of the mold to become a solid top ten show.

“No, but I think they’re going to cancel me.” the dejected girl said.

“Why?” Heather asked, visibly concerned for her friend.

“Because I screwed up at rehearsal today.” Amber said. “And I heard the director say if I did it when we taped it tomorrow, he’d give my part to someone else.”

“He told you that?” the younger girl asked.

“Not directly, but I overheard him telling the producer.”

“Well what was the big screw up?” the drama student asked.

“Well, I guess I’d better start from the beginning.” Amber said, thankful to have someone to talk to about it. “You know how important sweeps weeks are to a Television Show, right?”

Heather nodded her head in understanding. A sweeps week was a benchmark for shows ratings. The viewership numbers they got during sweeps set the amount they could charge for commercial time. And after all, making money for the Network was what television was all about.

“And you know how a lot of shows pull out all the stops to get people to watch. Especially when they are on against another popular show, which of course is doing to same thing to draw the numbers.”

“Sure, I understand all that.” Heather said.

“Well, Angie O’Neil is no different. They found out that two of the other Networks were going to run an all out effort to knock Angie right into last place during sweeps next week. They had a meeting a couple of days ago and decided that our original story for next week wasn’t a big enough rating booster. So instead they announced they were going to have a storyline where Angie kisses one of the girl’s in the office.”

“You have to be kidding.” Heather almost groaned.

The girl/girl kiss was becoming more and more frequent on Network TV. It had made an appearance on both Roseanne and LA Law, and most recently three appearances on Ally McBeal. Almost now a cliché, it was nevertheless almost always a ratings booster. Especially if it was two good-looking women doing the kissing.

The Networks were always saying they put things like that into programs to push the envelope and show how tolerant they were. How they weren’t just appealing to what she considered juvenile male sexual fantasies. Heather would believe the Network boasts when they put two leading men making out on a prime time show.

“No, I’m not kidding,” Amber said. “And guess whose character they picked to have Angie lip lock with.”

Just her asking the question gave Heather the answer. If the producers were going to use a gimmick like that to draw viewers, then picking Amber was the first thing she agreed with them on. Amber Hall was, in her opinion, the most attractive girl on the show.

“And you didn’t want to do the scene?”

“Quite the contrary,” the actress said with an excitement in her voice. “I almost jumped for joy when they told me. Think about it for a moment. I’d be pendik escort the center of attention for almost the entire episode.”

Actual on screen time was something every actor and actress was always conscious of.

“So what happened?” a now confused Heather asked.

“Actual filming for the episode doesn’t really start until tomorrow, but they scheduled a dress rehearsal for today. Just to see how the kiss scene would play out.”

“And the dress rehearsal?” Heather asked.

“Turned into a disaster, at least for me.” Amber said. “Everything was going great, I had my lines down pat and was right on my marks. I have to say, I had some really great scenes too.”

Heather could see in Amber’s eyes how important this all was to her.

“Then came the big moment, Angie and I looked into each other’s eyes, her hand took mine and then … I started laughing.”

“Laughing?” Heather repeated.

“Giggling actually,” the blond said. “Loud, uncontrollable giggling.”

Heather responded by giggling herself.

“I’m sorry, Amber.” she apologized. “I can’t help it. I just never expected you to say that.”

“At first, the director took it in stride, saying that sometimes it happened, especially when you were doing a love scene. But after the fourth and fifth try, I could tell he was getting pretty annoyed.”

“What was the matter?”

“I don’t know. I just couldn’t look at Kate and seriously think, now I’m going to kiss her and not laugh.”

Kate Douglas, an attractive 44 year old, played Angie O’Neil in the series.

“I apologized over and over, but the producer said it had been a long day and we might as well wrap it up. That we’d start fresh in the morning.”

Heather could now see frustration in the older girl’s eyes.

“After everyone else had left, I went back onto the set to think about it. The producer and the director were sitting there talking about my performance, or lack of it. I heard them say they should make some alternate changes in the script to make Monique the girl who winds up kissing Angie – just in case.”

Monique St. George played Virginia Brooks on the series, Cynthia’s main rival in the office.

“I also heard them say if I couldn’t pull off a simple scene like this, then maybe they made a mistake hiring someone with my inexperience.”

“That’s not good.” Heather said.

“No it’s not.” Amber admitted.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know.” the actress said with an air of finality.

The two women sat there in silence for a few moments as each tried to think of something more to say.

“You know, I feel pretty silly offering you advice about acting…” Heather started to say.

“Go ahead, cause I’m at a dead end.” Amber interrupted.

“Well in acting class they said that you should always use what you know to improve your performance.”

“I’ve been told the same thing.” Amber said. “But I don’t get your point.”

“Lets look at it another way,” Heather said. “You remember that movie you were in, what was it called, Sorority Girl’s Pool Party?”

Amber cringed. That B Film had been her first screen credit. A low budget tit and ass film, the kind that played in drive ins and drew teen boys and couples looking for a make out movie.

“I’d rather forget that.” Amber grinned.

“The point is, you had a love scene in that movie.” the waitress said. “As I remember it, a rather hot love scene.”

Amber thought back to when she was making that film. She had been hesitant about doing that scene, especially because the script called for her to appear topless. It wasn’t that she had a bad body, actually the reverse was true. The twenty-year-old was just nervous about showing off her breasts to thousands of moviegoers.

The movie producers were quick to point out that if she didn’t want the role, there were literally a thousand unemployed young actresses that did. The final bit of advice that made her do it came from an older actress on the film.

“Honey,” she’d said. “When you take your bra off, trust me, no one is going to be looking at or going to remember your face.”

“I still don’t get your point?” Amber said.

“Well you didn’t seem to be giggling when you lost your blouse and made out with that guy playing your boyfriend.” Heather noted. “How did you manage that?”

“I made believe I was making out with my real boyfriend at the time.” she answered.

“Bingo, you used what you knew.” Heather smiled.

“But I could hardly make believe Kate is my boyfriend.” Amber insisted.

Heather hadn’t considered that. When she pictured Kate Douglas in her mind, she’d be hard pressed to think of her as a man either.

“Unfortunately I don’t have any experience kissing a woman, got any you could spare?” Amber laughed.

It took a moment for her to realize that Heather wasn’t laughing. She stopped and looked at the expression on her friend’s face.

“You’re kidding.” Amber said.

“No, etiler escort bayan I’m not.” the younger girl said.

“You’ve actually kissed a girl, a real kiss, not one you give a friend.”

“I’ve done a lot more than kiss one.” Heather said, hoping the revelation didn’t shock her too much.

“Maybe you should be the one kissing Angie O’Neil.” Amber grinned, taking the news in stride.

“You think they’d hire me?” Heather asked.

“I’m afraid Kate wouldn’t want to do a scene with someone like you.” Amber confessed.

Heather suddenly became very angry in her tone.

“Don’t tell me she had a problem with sisters.” she said.

“Oh no,” Amber said, realizing that was what she had said made it sound like. “What she has a problem with is appearing with girls who have bigger boobs than she does. Kate feels men wind up looking at them, and not her.”

Heather looked down at her large bosom and laughed. This time Amber joined her.

“So I guess we know now what we have to do about your problem.” Heather said, changing the subject.

“What’s that?” Amber said still laughing, feeling better than she had all afternoon.

“Make you feel more comfortable about kissing a woman.” Heather grinned.

“What?” Amber exclaimed, no longer laughing.

“Unless of course you’d rather see Monique saying your lines.” she smiled.

Amber thought about that for a moment, then smiled back. No, that wasn’t something she wanted to see.

Heather had to get back to work, the dinner rush was starting. She told Amber to go out and have a nice dinner, the food here really isn’t all that good she confided. Then meet her back here at eight when she got off.

“We’ll go out and talk some more,” she’d said as she climbed out of the booth. “Wear something nice.”

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Amber had changed into a short-sleeved yellow blouse with a blue denim shirt. She wasn’t sure where they were going and figured this outfit was good for just about anywhere. They’d gone to shows before, a few times to bars. Once, they’d even driven upstate just to get out of the city for a day. When Heather finally showed up, she had changed her white uniform for a plain but form fitting red dress.

“If we were only going to a bar, there were a lot of nice places closer to home.” Amber said as she stood outside the place Heather had brought her for drinks.

“Trust me,” the young black woman said as they stepped inside. “You’ve never been to a place like this before.”

That made Amber stop and look at the neon sign in the bar window a second time. The sign that read Scarlett’s Rose.

“Oh my,” Amber said as they stepped into the lounge and she got a good look around. “You’re right, I’ve never been to anyplace like this.”

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see there had to be over a hundred women there. The club was a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside.

“Just think of this as field research.” Heather laughed.

Heather caught the barmaid’s attention and ordered two beers. She spent a few moments chatting with the six-foot muscular blond after the two bottles had been deposited on the bar. The conversation was long enough for the older girl to realize that Heather was a regular here.

“Cheers,” Heather said as she handled Amber her bottle and took a long pull from her own.

Amber took a small drink as well, watching as her companion tilted her bottle straight up and drained nearly a third in one long gulp.

“God, I’ve been looking forward to that all day long.” she said as she brought the beer back down. “Come on, let’s find a table.”

Heather took Amber’s hand and led her through the crowds. As they moved, Amber looked right and left at the crowd, confident that Heather knew exactly where they were going.

It was amazing how varied the crowd was, she thought. The woman around her seemed to be of every age, race and description. Some women were middle aged, some looked to be barely in their late teens. Others were somewhere in between.

As they made their way around the edge of the dance floor, Amber watched the pairs of women swaying to the music. The movement of their bodies was almost hypnotic.

“There’s an open table over there.” Heather said as she pulled Amber’s hand to get her attention over the music.

Once they were at the table, Heather ordered another round for the two of them. A girl in a very skimpy costume, highlighted by breasts bigger than Heather’s, brought their drinks.

“Thanks Bonnie,” the dark girl said, smiling at the well-endowed redhead.

She watched Bonnie take an order from another table, then turned her attention back to Amber.

“Bonnie used to work at Hooters,” Heather said. “But she found that Scarlett’s paid a lot better. Besides, she’d rather strut her stuff for the girls here than a bunch of drooling, horny guys.”

Amber didn’t comment, she just took a sip of the iced beer.

“So istanbul escort bayan what do you think of the place?” Heather asked, bringing her own drink to her lips.

“It’s interesting … ” Amber said, as she looked into a corner where two young women were making out.

“Well that’s one word for it I guess.” her companion said as she turned and saw what had caught her attention. “I hope you’re taking notes, she joked. “There’s going to be an oral quiz later.”

Amber really wasn’t paying attention. She was too captivated by the two women back at the corner table. Even in the dim light, she could see them trading tongues. A quick flash of strobe highlighted the couple for a brief moment, just long enough for the actress to recognize them.

“Oh shit,” Amber said under her breath, “I know those two.”

Last season, Amber had done a guest shot on the sitcom, Buddies. The brunette and blond were two of the show’s stars. Evidently, they were better buddies than anyone realized.

“It’s really not polite to stare.” Heather whispered as she brought her face close to Amber’s.

“Do you know who those two are?” Amber whispered back.

“Yes, I know who they are,” Heather replied. “And before the night is over, I’m sure you might see some other familiar faces as well. You have to understand one thing, and understand it well. Whatever or whoever you might see in here, stays here. Understand?”

Amber suddenly remembered Heather showing a card to one of the women at the door when they first came in. At the time, she thought the twenty-one year old was being carded. Now she realized that she was showing some kind of membership card. By bringing Amber here, to what she also now realized was a private club, the younger girl was also vouching for her.

“I understand.” she assured her friend. “Nothing goes outside these walls.”

“Okay, now that we have that out of the way,” Heather grinned. “Let’s dance.”

Before Amber could object, Heather had her out of the chair and on the dance floor. Amber had danced with other girls plenty of times, so it didn’t feel strange to dance with Heather. At least until the live female band switched to a slow, sexy dance and Heather pulled her close.

Amber was very aware of the warmth of Heather’s breasts pressed against her own as they moved around the floor. The fragrant scent of the younger girl’s perfume filled her nostrils as she pressed her dark cheek against her’s. There was one point in the dance when Heather’s lips brushed against Amber’s. A touch so brief as to be almost imperceptible, but one that was uppermost in her thoughts.

“That was fun.” Heather said as they retook their seats.

“Yes it was.” Amber had to agree.

“So no more gloom and doom.” she asked.

“No more doom and gloom.” smiled a now reenergize Amber.

The two women talked for a few more minutes, then took to the dance floor again. This time, no matter the dance, Amber didn’t find it strange at all to hold onto Heather, no matter how close.

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Three hours later, Amber and Heather exited the club into the warm evening air, arm in arm. They flagged down a cab, and headed off into the night.

It didn’t take long for the cab to pull up in front of the apartment building Amber lived in. After it dropped her off, it would head uptown to Heather’s parent’s house.

“Thank you for a wonderful adventure.” Amber said to her friend after passing the driver enough to cover both the trips here and uptown.

“So you’re all ready for tomorrow?” Heather asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Amber laughed. “At least I hope so.” Amber turned to get out of the cab. She got halfway out the door, then paused. Heather was about to ask what was wrong when Amber suddenly whirled about and pulled the younger girl to her. The press of Amber’s lips against her own took Heather unaware, but it was a very pleasant surprise nevertheless. Her lips were as soft as she might have imagined, her tongue containing the merest hint of the passion her body held in check.

“I think you are more than ready for tomorrow.” Heather said breathlessly as their lips parted.

“Come on upstairs with me.” Amber said, holding Heather’s hands in her own.

“Are you sure?” Heather asked, her trembling hands held only in check by the warm hands grasping them. “You might feel different when the sun comes up.”

“The only regret I’d have when the sun rises is if you aren’t there with me to watch it.” Amber said, the deep look in her eyes proclaiming the intensity of her words.

Heather’s surrender came in a sweet kiss. A gesture carrying the secret affection she had carried for the actress, almost since the day they had met.

Both women suddenly became aware of the eyes of the cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror.

“There’s been a change of plans.” Amber said. “We’re not going to need that ride uptown after all.”

The fiftyish man made a little sour face as Amber canceled his fare. He figured that would have just about finished his shift.

“You can keep the fare.” Heather said as she grabbed her purse and followed Amber out the door. She didn’t want to waste a minute getting upstairs.

The now extra large tip changed the cabbie’s frown to a smile. He leaned out the window and said.

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Another note of personal thanks to Bernard Lyons, a dear friend in Dublin, Ireland who provided me with his generous and timely editorial insight. Thanks B!

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Characters identified in this script are of legal age, but may portray maturing young adults. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you’re under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately.

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This is the first in what may (or may not) be a series of stories involving one of the central characters from the Jordan series. If you haven’t read any of the installments in that series, I recommend you do so first, since it will help you better know the characters.

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Just a final comment about the sex scenes and other relevant stuff. If you’re searching for a story that’s full of non-stop sexual activity on every page with very little plot or character development, this story will probably not appeal to you. I write erotic stories about women loving and caring for other women. The characters in the story are portrayed in great detail and the story line – not the sex, is what it’s really all about. If that’s why you’re here, then I believe you will enjoy the story.

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With total clarity I can recall the day my father initially brought up the notion of moving to America. At first I thought that I had died and I was going to heaven.

It wasn’t that I didn’t love my native country. But it seemed the more I thought about it, there just wasn’t a tremendous amount of potential for a young gay female living on an island about the size of Kentucky, that had an average annual temperature of about 42º F and that was situated in the North Atlantic, one of the harshest oceans on the planet.

My name is Erika Einarsson and I was born eighteen years ago in Keflavik, Iceland. I was my parents’ only child and just like all daughters, I thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention all the time, as well as being spoiled rotten by my father. I loved him dearly and I guess secretly I always envied my mother.

As with most Icelanders, we’re able to trace our family’s history back to the original Celtic and Norwegian settlers who arrived in the early tenth century A.D., although why anyone ever wanted to settle on the island has always remained a bit of a mystery to me. The country virtually has no trees, it’s covered by volcanoes and glaciers and the summers are marked by nearly unbroken daylight, while conversely the winters are comprised of nearly total darkness. Just think for a moment about the havoc that would reek on your biological clock, not to mention your typical North American sleep patterns.

For more than fourteen years my father had been the head of the Oncology Department at the National University Hospital in Reykjavik, with a tenured faculty appointment at the University of Iceland’s Medical School. At six feet, four inches tall, with light brown hair graying slightly at the temples and wire-rim glasses over a usually predictable stern expression, he always appeared much more like a professor to me than a father when he was outside of our house. However, when he crossed that threshold at home by the end of the day, he always remembered to leave that detached persona at the door.

Around our home my father was a kind hearted and thoughtful man who frequently provided medical care to anyone in our neighborhood without any expectation of payment. But outside that little neighborhood his reputation was well known all over the continent and he was frequently invited to speak at the most prestigious medical schools and conferences about his tremendous strides in cancer cell research. It was eventually that research that resulted in our move to the United States and for the first year we were here I made a point of thanking him every single day.

Living on a small island of about three hundred thousand people has its pros and cons. I was always aware that I was attractive and I guess for the most part that was certainly a pro. But the truth was, I knew I was not that terribly different from many of the other women in my age group. I’d heard that the mainland Europeans had a saying about our country that went something like this: if you throw a rock you’re likely to hit at least five blue-eyed blonds and four of them would be beautiful. Of course, for me percentages like that was definitely a con.

My day-to-day existence on our little island remained fairly unremarkable until I finally turned twelve years old. That was the year that I started to develop my feminine shape and develop it I did. By the end of the year I was looking more like an eighteen year old than most eighteen year olds and certainly much older than my peers. pendik escort It was also during that time that my secret weapon that had remained dormant during those many years began to finally emerge. That secret weapon happened to be none other than Kristinn Einarsson, my mother.

My father met and married my mother when he was in his last year of medical school in Oslo, Norway. At the time she was barely nineteen and was already one of the most popular commercial models in Scandinavia.

Like all great love stories, my mother willingly gave up everything she had accomplished to be my father’s loving and devoted wife and from the colorful stories told to me by my grandparents it seemed as if she never really missed it.

When I was a very young girl my mother would often take me aside and show me the many photographs her parents had collected of her during her nearly five year career. Like most young females, I was in awe of such things and I was suitably impressed by her many accomplishments. I felt truly blessed that such a beautiful woman was my mother.

It was easy to see why my mother was so popular during her career. At six feet tall, with long flowing platinum blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and high cheek bones, the woman was absolutely stunning. How my mother could ever think that I could look that incredible had always been a mystery to me, but to my surprise her years of infinite patience would finally be rewarded.

In retrospect, I can see she always hoped that one day I would follow in her footsteps and perhaps even achieve the measure of success she had walked away from to marry my father. I suspect that every morning she would awaken hoping to see something finally emerge in me that she would quickly recognize as ‘the look.’

Of course, at twelve years old I had absolutely no idea what ‘the look’ was and whether I had it or whether I even wanted it, but I knew that something had caused my mother to wake up one day and suddenly spend thousands of kronur – sorry, that’s Icelandic money, to create an impressive portfolio of me. Within a week she had taken that rather thick packet of 18” x 24” glossies of me in various stages of dress and undress to London to meet with interested executives of the Elite Agency. I think it’s safe to say that from that day forward my whole world began to change and the innocent girl I once was would never be again.

Two years later my name was listed each month in the industry magazines as one of the top ten models in Europe. Amazingly, I was earning more money in two months than my father typically earned in an entire year trying to save humanity. I suspect that’s a rather sad commentary about the world in general, but I won’t complain too loudly.

By the time I turned fifteen I had more than one hundred magazine covers to my credit, dozens of product endorsements and I began doing television commercials in London and runway modeling in Paris. I was being booked at such an incredibly demanding pace that the entire lifestyle was no longer much fun for me, but it didn’t escape my attention that the more hectic things seemed to get, the more my mother seemed to be in her element.

By this time she had needed to hire a personal tutor for me, because as you might imagine I was no longer able to balance my demanding shooting schedule with my school schedule. That year I spent more that ten months on the continent and I even went eight months without ever seeing my father, which left me feeling terribly sad and a little depressed. If money was the sole determining factor for measuring success as a model, then that year was my most successful in the industry by far, as I earned the equivalent of six million American dollars.

Sadly, the more pleased my mother became over my burgeoning success, the more it seemed to take its toll on me. She became committed to keeping me focused on my career to the exclusion of everything else, and that included discouraging my repeated efforts to try and enlist her in any discussion about going to college and then eventually on to medical school like my father. She grew very displeased whenever I entertained such wistful notions, calling them foolish and an utter waste of my god-given looks and abilities.

In retrospect, it was also clear that she really enjoyed returning to celebrity status, even if it was in the role of my manager. I was beginning to suspect that she could never again be happy returning to the more sedate and normal life she had with my father before this fairy tale began and that made me even sadder.

That particular year will always remain fixed in my memory because of several incidents that occurred which would forever change everything in my world.

Early in the year my mother was killed by a relentless fan while I was shooting a commercial in Amsterdam. After returning to Iceland to bury her, and after grieving her loss for several weeks with my father, I was etiler escort left alone to complete an arduous shooting schedule that my mother had negotiated for me only several months prior to her death. By the time I had been to fourteen countries in just twenty-one days I was convinced that she had truly been the more fortunate one of the two of us.

According to local police reports it was never clear whether the man was actually stalking me or my mother and I guess in the end that didn’t really matter, since she happened to run into him first. I loved my mother dearly and I miss her every single day, but I always wished that she didn’t push me into that career as hard as she did during those earlier years; it might have all turned out so differently.

My fifteenth year was very special to me for another, much more personal reason. That was also the year I refer to as my period of sexual awakening.

It seemed that after a number of delightful and incredibly satisfying encounters with three other international models hailing from France, Italy and Russia, I came to the unwavering conclusion that I definitely preferred female company to that of men. Of course, the operative word was ‘preferred.’ I really wasn’t exactly certain whether I was gay or merely bisexual, but since I was getting more than my fill of models to satisfy me, I was in no real rush to reach that ultimate determination any time soon.

Without hesitation I can say that up to that point, no other revelation had ever impacted my life as much as the one concerning my sexual orientation. As time went on my sexuality became an important part of who I was and who I would become and I’ll certainly talk much more on that rather spicy topic shortly.

Anyway, I continued dutifully meeting all my professional obligations and then halfway into the following year, about a month before I celebrated my sixteenth birthday in late July, my father telephoned me just as I was finishing up a three-day photo shoot in Greece to ask me if I would like to accompany him on his relocation from Iceland to America.

I never imagined my father would consider leaving his home and the University, so the question took me totally by surprise. I didn’t need any time to make up my mind, however, and I immediately jumped at his offer. Two days later I caught a Lufthansa flight to Berlin and then a most familiar Icelandair jet the rest of the way home.

I knew that the dreadful job of packing or storing everything that we owned in preparation for the move across the ocean was awaiting me once I finally arrived, but I did not seem to mind it too terribly. I was more excited than I could ever remember being during any other time in my life.

Unfortunately, the relocation to the U.S. did not mean a nice clean break from my modeling career. There were still dozens of assignments that I was committed to for the next eighteen months, but when the contract with Elite finally expired before the beginning of my senior year it was an easy decision not to renew it. Now, for better or worse, I simply became just another high school student living in Houston, Texas, a place with more than twenty times the population of Icelandic.

Although I had certainly heard of Texas before, I had never heard of Houston prior to our move, so one day I decided to look it up on the internet. Within minutes I knew that I was living approximately 3,900 miles from Keflavik, Iceland as the crow flies.

‘As the crow flies’ was a rather curious expression that was actually taken verbatim from that website and I found it totally unbefitting my own situation. There are not a tremendous number of birds on our island anyway, and there are definitely no crows. Furthermore, I suspected that no self respecting crow probably would ever choose to live in Iceland either, so the metaphor was totally lost on me.

Between the use of a tutor and the fact that the school system in Iceland is just different enough to have caused problems for me, it was decided by all-knowing school district officials, who repeatedly claimed to have the best interest of the child at stake, that I was to be enrolled as a sophomore at Memorial High School at the commencement of the next term. That decision was made with me sitting alone in the school district office surrounded by three ISD officials and my father conferencing in from somewhere in the medical center via the telephone. I realized that it was the shape of things to come for me with my father’s new position.

Initially I felt I should have been classified as either a senior or at least a junior, but I seemed to be the only one in attendance championing my cause. My courses in math and the sciences had all been advanced and my scores were always perfect in all of my classes. And if that wasn’t enough, my I.Q. had been recently tested at 179 and I spoke four languages fluently and I was working on a fifth, thanks largely to the hands-on istanbul escort tutoring I was receiving from Sasha, the Russian model I had gotten to know all too well.

Despite those lofty accomplishments, however, school officials weren’t swayed. I think that my age might have actually had something to do with it. Anyway, I think I would have considered finishing secondary school with my tutor back in Europe if it hadn’t been for Lisa Cruz. Lisa was the first person I met when I arrived in this country and we developed an instant attraction for each other. It just so happened that she was also going to be a sophomore, so I finally relented. That was when I began to settle into life in America.

Beautiful Lisa and I had a wonderful monogamous relationship for my first two years in Houston. It was my first monogamous relationship with any woman, as well as hers, and we grew very close during that time and she was a tremendous help getting me fully acclimated to the area. She even helped me pick out and furnish our new house and was also going to help me find a housekeeper, since my father never seemed to have the time for such trivial concerns. Things were moving along so well that after our junior year I actually thought that I might be falling in love with her.

Ironically, my mother used to tell me that “allt gerast fyrir a ástæ?a.” For those of you who aren’t fully conversant in Icelandic, she said that everything happens for a reason. It was about that time that Lisa surprised me when she told me that although she really loved me, she also wanted to see other people.

At first I was terribly disappointed and not sure that I wasn’t going to start crying my eyes out in front of her. But after a few minutes I regained my composure and I was finally okay with it. Sure, it was the first time I heard that from anyone, but I knew that Sasha was only a plane ride away. So at the beginning of our senior year we went forward in what I referred to as a part-time relationship of mutual convenience.

Initially, I felt awkward about our new relationship, but when school finally started it wasn’t hard to see that there were also many benefits to it. I still had Lisa all to myself anytime I wanted her, but I also became much more familiar with the world around me and I realized there were so many wonderful opportunities out there.

So even though I may share with you some of the things we do together, this story isn’t really about me and Lisa. For the most part it isn’t even about me and Jordan, although I have to admit that our times together would certainly make for some very interesting reading as well. This story is about me as I continue to mature as a woman. So strap yourself in, keep at least one hand free, and enjoy the ride.

If you don’t already know me from one of Jordan’s earlier descriptions, let me tell you that I’m approximately 186 centimeters in height, which translates into about 73 inches, more or less. I usually weigh about 58.5 kilos or just under 129 pounds and my weight never varies by more than 2.5 pounds in either direction.

I was fortunate to get my mother’s crystal blue eyes and long platinum hair which is very thick and has a soft, natural curl to it. I like to keep it long and at the present time it falls just past my breasts. I really love it when I’m naked and my hair completely covers my breasts in the most sensual and seductive manner.

My measurements are 34.5-23-33, and I have a natural ‘D’ cup size. I normally have very little body hair anyway, but what little I did have in my pubic area I had removed through electrolysis in Copenhagen. It was pricey and it even hurt a bit, but you never have any unsightly stubble or razor burn to worry about ever again. For those female readers who give that little thing a frequent work out either alone of with a partner, I highly recommend it.

I maintain a strict exercise regimen and I did so before I started my modeling career. That typically includes running sixteen kilometers or the equivalent of about ten miles a day, not less than six days a week. My running is supplemented by a fairly rigorous weight program designed to maintain my legs and upper body. I like the firm look on me, but I have no desire to start building muscle mass, which normally attracts the wrong kind of females for my personal taste. Sorry ladies, I’m not trying to offend anyone, but I really want my women to look, dress, act and smell like women.

I have multiple body piercings, which were more the result of too much time on my hands between multiple day shoots, rather than a desire to mutilate my body. In each ear I usually wear two diamond studs and a large four inch gold hoop. I have a much smaller three-quarter inch gold hoop in the top of my left ear that I added on a whim.

My tongue is also pierced and everyone seems to think that it improves kissing a thousand percent. I don’t disagree with that at all, but it also works wonders when I slowly drag it across a sensitive clit.

I also have a one inch gold ring through my clitoral hood and believe me when I say that it intensifies the pleasure for me by tenfold. I’m still undecided about my nipples, mainly because I think it would be painful as hell whenever they get caught on my tops.

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It had been a rather hectic day and a nice, relaxing meal with Keisha was just what I needed. She swore that it was her turn to pay but I wouldn’t hear of it. “You can just make it up to me in other ways.” I said, giving her a wink. She shyly looked down and then, casting her eyes upward, smiling so cutely. We had a light lunch and lounged around for a couple of hours before I changed into jeans and a white blouse. A quick once over with some make up and a pair of flats later and we were out the door. I knew a great little bar called Cheyenne’s. It advertised that it catered to the “alternate” lifestyle. I just knew that they had great margaritas and some wonderful sandwiches. Best of all, you didn’t have to worry about getting hit on by men. Some women on the other hand…

I parked the car and we walked in, hand in hand. This was to let all the ladies know that we were together. Even at four on a Sunday, the place was full. Luckily, we found a cozy booth in the corner overlooking the street outside. A cute, little blonde of a waitress whose nametag identified her as Tori came over a minute later and took our drink order. I kept glancing at Keisha who kept glancing at Tori and silently laughed. When Tori left, I took hold of Keisha’s hand. Looking soberly into her eyes, I said “If you want, we can go to Hooter’s instead.” Keisha stuck her tongue out at me and crossed her eyes. “It was just a suggestion” I said, smiling and giving her a wink. We both had a good chuckle at that.

After our orders were taken, I brought up the question of when would be a good week to go to Hawaii. Finals were coming and Keisha said that a good time would be the week after they were finished as to clear her mind and relieve some of the tension. I agreed that would be a great time to go and that I would put in my vacation time tomorrow. Our food came right then so we sat and ate, enjoying each other’s company.

Near the end of the meal, I heard the door open behind me but thought nothing of it until Keisha, who was facing that way, got a strange look on her face. Out of curiosity, I turned around to see who just walked in and nearly choked on my Monte Cristo. Miss Whitten, my supervisor at work, had entered, walking to the back with another person. When they sat down, I finally saw that it was an older woman, her graying hair cut short and was a little stout but she was still attractive in a mannish sort of way. They were holding hands and were deep in conversation but one could tell that they were in love. Keisha touched my hand to get my attention. “Did you know Miss Whitten was a lesbian?”

“Actually, no I didn’t.” Miss Whitten and I had worked together and known each other for several years but the subject of our sexuality had never come up. I shrugged and finished my sandwich. When we were done with our meals, I went up to the counter to pay the bill. Miss Whitten happened to look my way and I nearly laughed out loud at the look on her face. “Fancy meeting you here.” I said, a smile on my face. She stammered out a greeting and motioned me over. I was introduced to Joyce, her partner of many years.

“A pleasure to meet you Pam.” Joyce said, rising from the booth to shake my hand. I was slightly taken aback by her voice. From her appearance, I was expecting more of a manly, deeper tone but instead, Joyce had a very silky, feminine voice, like one would hear on the radio. I motioned Keisha to come over and introduced her to Joyce as well. Miss Whitten caught my eye and raised an eyebrow questioningly. I nodded my head slightly as a way of affirmation. We talked for a minute before saying our goodbyes and leaving Cheyenne’s, heading back to my place.

Both of us stripped down to our panties as soon as we entered the door. I went to the sink to get a glass of water but before I could ask if Keisha wanted one, she said that she had to make a quick call. I poured her one anyway which she gratefully took and I joined her on the couch and began stroking her bare leg.

“Hey Mom.” I started stroking her ass.

“Yes, school is going great.” I maneuvered her body so that she was laying down.

“Yeah, that course is still difficult but the woman I am working under at the law firm is really knowledgeable and is helping me out a great deal.” I spread her legs open and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.

“Well, I did meet someone.” I leaned down and began licking the crotch of the panties.

“I think it’s serious, yes.” I heard Keisha’s voice crack when my tongue touched her clit through the material.

“Well, um, that’s what I wanted to talk about.” I pushed the crotch of the panties aside and began licking her pussy directly. maltepe escort

“Yeah, I…uh,” her breathing became heavy at this point “have the opportunity to go to Hawaii.” I spread her vagina open. Her clit was peeking from it’s hood.

“Yep, Hawaii.” I kissed her clit.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.” I touched the opening of her vagina, tracing my fingers around it.

“I will come to see you this summer. I promise.” Keisha let out an audible grunt as I shoved two of my fingers inside her.

“Oh yeah Mom. I’ll be sure to bring my special person along.” I started sucking on her clit and began to piston my fingers in and out.

“Listen Mom, um…, I gotta go. Something’s just come up.” Her breathing became labored as I continued to work over her pussy.

“Yeah, I’ll call you later.” She let out a little squeak as I gently bit down on her clitoris.

“I love you too. Bye.” Keisha let the phone drop to the floor and screamed out as her pussy clenched down on my fingers. She flooded my face with her cum, spurting cream all down my arm. I withdrew my fingers and began licking all of the yummy cunt juice from her vagina.

“Oooooooh…I’m gonna get you for that.” Keisha said, still trying to catch her breath. I laughed and laid down on top of her.

“Sorry, my dear. I couldn’t resist.” Keisha grabbed my face in her hands and began to lick me clean of her cum. “I did notice that you didn’t say that this “special person” was another woman, though.” Keisha stopped her cleaning and looked me in the eyes.

“Yeah, I know and I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just think that it’s something I should tell her face to face.”

“I know that and I respect it too. You didn’t hurt me at all. I’m just happy that you consider me a special person in your life.” Keisha smiled up at me and kissed me on the lips. “So, you really want me to go with you when you travel back to New York?”

“Hell yes I do Pam!” Keisha said as she wrapped her arms around my body. “You are the most special person in my life. Being with you this weekend has been one of the most exciting things that has ever happened to me. I mean, um, you don’t have to go…”

I held up my hand to cut her off mid sentence. “I would love to go meet your mother. I just hope she would accept me.”

“I hope so too.” Keisha said, a determined look on her face. “But even if she doesn’t, I don’t care. Being with you makes me happy Pam and that is what matters. I love my mom and I know she loves me and wants me to be happy. Just like your parents want the same for you. So, if she can’t accept you, so be it.” I was a little shocked and more than a little aroused at the tone in her voice. I kissed her once more before climbing off her and sitting back down at the end of the couch. I turned the stereo on before placing her feet on my lap. I decided to address the elephant in the room.

“Listen Keisha,” I began. “I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow at work. I was going to try and keep our relationship out of the workplace. Not that I’m ashamed of being with you,” I added when I saw her eyes widen. “but because I don’t know if Miss Whitten will allow me to continue having you as my intern. Clinically speaking, you are intelligent, responsible, determined, and, if gossip around the workplace is any indication, I was blessed with the best damn intern that could have dropped from the heavens.” Keisha blushed at my compliments, smiling brightly. “But, since it’s me that has to give a report to Miss Whitten about your progress, I will do my best to convince her that you are too useful to me to switch out. She knows and sees how much of a great worker you are so I’m praying that it would be wrong to take you from me.”

Keisha said that she understood and that, come what may, she would love to continue seeing me. I smiled as she rose from the couch and started to get dressed. She still had a paper to finish and wanted to make sure everything was in order for tomorrow. I stood up, kissed her goodbye, and watched as she walked out the door.

I sat there and listened to the silence of my home. It already felt empty with Keisha walking out the door. Normally, this wouldn’t have been a problem. I’d always been a woman who enjoyed her privacy. I thought back to the time where Melissa had caught me having sex with my friend Michelle. It was my first year of college and I was still living at home to save money. Michelle and I had always been close, both being cheerleaders and on the high school swim team together. She had just turned eighteen and was leaving to go to college nişantaşı escort out of state so one night when my parents were gone and Melissa was supposed to be spending the night at her friends house, I invited Melissa over to hang out. I’d convinced one of my friends that was twenty one to buy me a couple of packs of wine coolers and when Michelle arrived, we sat around sipping on the bottles and just hung out.

Eventually, the subject of boys came up. I’d been attracted to girls for a while at this point and faked being excited for Jimmy Matthers who’d graduated last year. Michelle had dated a couple of boys and confided in me that she even blew one of them but was still a virgin as she never let them fuck her. I gasped in mock horror when she said that she’d swallowed and said that I could never do that. She got this strange look on her face and asked if I meant that I could never blow a guy or swallow his spunk. I quickly stammered out that I meant swallowing. Michelle smiled at that, chuckling a little. I asked her what was so funny.

“Pammy, come on. I’ve seen the look on your face when the team showers after a meet.” We were both a little tipsy by now and I blushed furiously when she said that. “You don’t have to fake it with me.” I was looking down at the bottle in my hand, thinking about what she’d said. There were several girls on our swim team that I’d fantasized about as I lay in bed at night, rubbing my pussy to an orgasm. At that moment, I felt Michelle’s hand touch my thigh. It was summer and we were both wearing shorts and a tank top. I flinched a little at the intimate touch but didn’t move or try to push her hand away. Looking up, I saw her smiling visage and returned her smile. This emboldened her to start rubbing my leg. Michelle then leaned in close and touched her lips to mine. I tentatively reached out, touching the side of her breast through her shirt. She pulled back and for a second, I thought that she was going to get angry with me but instead, Michelle grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it off before grasping mine and removing the garment from my body.

I looked at her bra covered breasts in rapture. We both seen each other naked many times but this was different. My breath quickened as I reached out and caressed her tit and bra, feeling the softness of her flesh and the lacy fabric. Our eyes me and I could see the hunger for her reflected back at me. Michelle took the wine cooler from my hand, setting it on the floor before reaching back and unhooking her bra, letting the undergarment float from her body. Both my hands went to her breasts and I started feeling her up. Her nipples were becoming hard under my touch and she leaned in again, kissing me harder on the lips. I felt her hands wrap around my body, searching for the fasteners of my brassiere. I shrugged off my bra and immediately Michelle began to feel me up.

We did this for a while, feeling each other’s tits and kissing, before I decided to take it a step further. Pushing Michelle back so that she was laying on the couch we’d been sitting on, I grasped her shorts and began to pull them down. She bit her lower lip as her ass raised in the air allowing me to pull the shorts off her body. I could see the wetness of her pussy staining her panties and I trailed my fingers across the crotch, gathering her scent on my fingertips before I brought my hand to my nose, smelling the scent of her juices. Michelle moaned as I leaned down, gripping the hem of her panties with teeth and pulling them off her body. We’d all trimmed the hair of our vaginas for the swim team and I touched the patch of fur that she’d left, tickling her mons. This was the moment I’d dreamed of at night for so long. I stuck my face between her legs, spreading open the lips of her vagina with my fingers. For a moment, I just looked at the beautiful sight laid before me. Her cunt was glistening with her cream and the heady scent wafting to my nose left me lightheaded, my mouth watering.

I gave her vagina a kiss and could hear Michelle’s breath catch as I made contact. Sticking my tongue out, I began to lick her vagina all over, trying to lick up all of her juices. She cried out as my tongue brushed against her clit, which was engorged from desire. Not really sure how to go about this, I decided to push my index finger inside her as I concentrated on tonguing her clitoris. Michelle cried out again and I could feel her hands on my head, pushing me further into her. I added my middle finger, curling them to touch the soft springiness of her inner wall. Her lips bucked and I could taste her cum again as more spurted out of her. I began to piston ümraniye escort my fingers in and out as I fastened my lips to her clit, sucking the delectable morsel and whipping my tongue across it. Faster and faster I moved my hand. I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. Finally, Michelle screamed out and coated my hand and face with her cum. Not wanting to stop, I withdrew my hand, gripping her thighs tightly and started to lick her pussy clean. Another crest hit her and again she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body.

Finally, I relented and lifted my head from her sopping wet crotch. Michelle’s eyes were rolled back in her head and her chest was heaving. I laid on top of her and kissed her on the lips, my face still shiny with her cream. Our bodies were pressed together and I could feel the hard tips of her breasts poking into me. After a while, Michelle looked up at me, smiling. She cupped my face with her hands and licked my lips with her tongue before pushing her tongue past my lips, French kissing me. Our tongues wrestled for what seemed like forever before she stopped. “God fuck Pammy!” she said. “That was fucking amazing!” I smiled down at her, my hair cascading around her face. We kissed again before she pulled back, again with that hungry look in her eyes and said “My turn.”

Michelle sat up, pushing me to a kneeling position with her hands on my tits. I maneuvered my legs from under me as she knelt on the couch. Grasping my shorts and panties in her hands, she pulled them both off me and threw the garments to the floor. I watched them land as I felt Michelle’s body cover mine. She began by sucking on my nipples. I’d never had anyone do that before and was amazed at the feeling. Electricity felt like it was coursing from her mouth, through my tits and down to my clit. I was already wet from eating her out but I squealed in pleasure as she went from one tit to the other. After she was finished, Michelle kissed her way down my abdomen before spreading my legs wide, leaning in and kissing my splayed open vagina.

I was so worked up at that moment, I cried out as an orgasm rippled through my body. Even with being inexperienced at giving oral pleasure to another woman, Michelle’s tongue and fingers caused me to scream as I experienced, for the first time, a mind numbing orgasm that was caused by another person. My hands flew to my tits, kneading them and pulling and twisting my nipples as I coated my friend’s face. I had closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations that Michelle was giving me. When I opened them again, they focused on the form of my little sister, standing at the entranceway to the living room, a shocked look on her face.

It took me a couple of seconds for my orgasm fogged brain to realize she was there. I cried out in surprise, pushing Michelle’s head away from my body. She looked at me in bewilderment until she too saw Melissa just standing there. We both scrambled up to a sitting position, futilely trying to cover our nakedness with our hands. I blushed furiously as Michelle grabbed her clothes from the floor and hastily put them on. “Um…Oh God Melissa…” I stuttered. I didn’t know what to say as she stood there with a look on her face that remarkably resembled our mothers whenever one of us got caught doing something naughty. Michelle just ran out the front door, leaving me alone with my sister.

“God Sis,” Melissa said, still looking at me with that expression on her face. “I mean, if you needed to cum that bad, I would have lent you my dildo.” She started to smile and then began to laugh. I was still blushing beet red.

“Mel, please don’t tell!” I begged. I was almost in tears thinking about the ramifications if this got to my parents.

“Oh don’t worry Pam. I won’t.” Melissa said, coming over, sitting gingerly down on the couch and putting her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug. “I can’t really say anything anyway. I mean, you’re not the only one sitting here that’s made out with a girl.” My eyes, still brimming with tears, flew open at that revelation as I turned to face her, a look of surprise on my face. “Yeah, I was just shocked at the scene but it’s cool. At least you won’t get knocked up.” I choked out a laugh, got up and put on my clothes before sitting back down. We talked about it for a while before Melissa got off the couch, went to retrieve the items that she’d come back for and left to go back to her friends. I called Michelle later and explained the situation. She was happy about Melissa keeping her mouth shut and apologized to me about running out. We hooked up a couple of more times before she left to go to school and I went back for fall semester. That was the year I met Lisa.

As I was remembering all of this, I was fingering myself off, wishing Keisha was here. After I orgasmed, I just laid there on the couch, catching my breath. The house was still silent and I got up to pour some wine before taking a bath and heading to bed. I had the feeling that tomorrow would be an important day.

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[This is part of a series chronicling Karen’s emergence as a domme. There is some dealing with bodily functions so if that offends you, read no further. All characters are more than 18.]

Karen’s increasingly intense involvement with her boyfriend Rod did not diminish her affections for her longtime roommate Emily. Emily too had a boyfriend, Bill, and enjoyed her life to the utmost. Karen, however, had occasional twinges of worry because Emily had been so good to her.

Arriving in town fresh from escaping from her mother’s domination, which had been awful, Karen worked hard at her career and attained a highly responsible position in the company where she was employed. She had met Emily and the two hit it off immediately.

Emily’s background was different: highly privileged. She was an heiress who had obtained degrees from the most highly regarded institutions and parlayed all of it into her own firm, which she managed adeptly and profitably. When her parents both died in an air accident, it turned out that they had left everything—and that was quite a lot—to Emily although she had two older sisters.

Linda, the eldest, was married with children and Leslie, the middle sister, was attractive but unfocused. Soon, both ended up living in the spacious apartment where Emily held court. She had invited Karen to be her roommate and their relationship had flourished, especially since most nights they shared a commodious bed and enjoyed each other’s intimate company.

Emily laid out her requirements for her sisters to live with her free of charge. First, they would be subordinate to both Emily and Karen. Karen, in particular, was designated by Emily as their mistress who would train them to serve Emily and Karen. This played to Karen’s increasing attraction to being a dominant woman. It had been a complicated ascent for her, because in addition to her background, which paled in magnificence to Emily’s, Karen was a small girl, now a 25-year-old woman, with a petite frame and features.

She really did adore Emily, however, and Emily her, probably regarding little Karen as her creation, at least in part. Karen took to dominating Emily’s sisters, both older than she was, with alacrity. She soon made them serve both women, and had them cleaning and cooking, although she herself was a fine cook. Emily got a kick out of seeing her once snobby sisters brought to heel, as Karen did not hesitate to humiliate them in front of her.

Leslie and Linda were often dressed in childish, schoolgirl outfits with short plaid skirts that barely covered their little-girl panties. If they misbehaved, which was often since Karen’s rules were harsh and all-encompassing, Karen might ceremoniously order one or both to remove their bras. They were often spanked and caned in front of Emily and whoever else might be present. Both Bill and Rod grew accustomed to seeing Leslie and Linda punished and horribly embarrassed.

Both Karen and Emily found it pleasant to have Leslie and Linda serve as toilet servants. Karen had acquired a special toilet that permitted someone to place their head under the seat. Both Emily and she would have Leslie or Linda assume that compromising position and then would sit on the seat and suddenly release their sphincters and emit a strong pee stream on one or the other’s surprised face. Karen especially liked also to have the toilet girl receive the excretions from her anal opening and even would make Leslie or Linda use her teeth to extract her tampon during her menses.

After Karen’s mother Marian came to join the ménage, since as was the case with Linda, her husband had either deserted or divorced her, the atmosphere became more severe, because Karen was determined to put her mother through her paces to make up for the mistreatment she had visited on Karen during her girlhood.

Now Karen made the three submissives carry conduct books in which she would enter “naughty marks” when appropriate and then she would arrange lengthy punishment sessions. Finally, after sending Marian to stay with two lesbians for a weekend, where Marian underwent even more severe training, as the lesbian domme, Deb, was even harsher than Karen, Emily and she decided that it was time to move the three out.

Emily found an apartment as well as decent jobs for Leslie and Linda and Marian also was set up in her own place. All three were occasionally summoned to serve Emily and Karen, especially if they did not carry out their side of the bargain. Leslie in particular was a problem since she lost her job and even managed to have Karen’s boyfriend Rod console her by going down on her. This caused quite a commotion when Karen walked in while Rod was licking Leslie’s cunt.

She punished both but it also paved the way for more intimate loving and discussion between Karen and Rod. Karen istanbul escort learned that Rod’s mother Barbara had been just as dominant and uncaring as Karen’s had been. Karen found herself thrilling to hearing about Rod’s unhappy time at home while he was pumping Karen in the huge bed with his more than amply-sized cock.

It now was starting to look like both Karen and Emily might soon receive marriage proposals. Emily of course was quite a catch even for Bill, who was blond, handsome, and fairly well-off himself. Karen now had attracted in Rod a most eligible suitor with a strong professional career.

Emily surprised Karen by telling her that it was high time they enjoyed a girl’s night in. They ordered up a delightful dinner from their favorite restaurant, chilled some wine, and made sure they would not be interrupted by unexpected visitors. Leslie, Linda, and Marian were put under strict orders to stay at their own residences. Bill and Rod were told that the girls had planned a get-together for themselves.

Both decided to dress up for the occasion. Emily had a closetful of marvelous fashion to enjoy, and she frequently had taken Karen to some of her favorite boutiques to be outfitted in the style to which Emily had long been accustomed. The women also made sure to purchase their favorite lacy and daring lingerie at La Perla and some other exclusive spots in town. Shoes, too, were plentiful in their respective closets.

Dressed in high style, with off-the-shoulder dresses and appropriately matching accessories, each powdered and perfumed lightly—after all, they were still at the peak of their femininity—and donned lovely bras and panties along with matching garter belts. Their mutual delight in dominance was subtly conveyed by their wearing seamed hose stretching down to their stilettos. Each had had her hair done for the occasion.

Dinner and drinking—mostly wine—proceeded as the restaurant’s maitre’d herself—it was their preferred eating place, managed by another female dominant who catered to young, assured women like them—served them royally. They had an easy rapport with Maryann and she enjoyed the chance to spend a few hours with two of her best customers.

Finally, dinner was done and fortunately, neither Karen nor Emily had drunk herself into oblivion nor eaten more than a small bit of each wonderful course, abjuring almost all of the desserts proffered. Then, once Maryann quickly assembled the serving pieces, china, and silverware and packed up, they bid her a pleasant good night and retired to the massive bed.

Karen decided to tease Emily by slowly disrobing her friend and kissing each body part, actually loving it. Emily responded by carefully undoing Karen’s petite bra and making love to her well-proportioned if diminutive tits. Soon Emily was in lacy bra and panties while Karen wore only her lilac hicut undies.

Emily picked up the light Karen and lay her on the bed so she could tantalizing slip Karen’s little panties down and off. Then as she moved between Karen’s legs, she laved her attention on Karen’s trimmed vulva, tight lips, but hot and welcoming vagina. Emily made love to her skillfully and lovingly, and very shortly Karen bucked, writhed, and exploded in a series of massive orgasms.

It was now Karen’s turn to please her best friend and she massaged Emily’s delightful 34Bs with her tongue and watched as the nipples rose and hardened into points. Karen was excited at her ability to stir the fire in Emily as the smaller woman’s hands gently caressed her friend’s delicious frame and found their way down into the lovely blonde forest that covered her delicate mons.

Their mutual familiarity in bed enabled Karen to know in just which spots between Emily’s gorgeous legs her digital stimulation would most wildly arouse. Her small fingers grazed only to the slightest extent over the very tip of Emily’s now engorged clit. This was enough, however, for the blonde goddess to respond mightily as her hips bucked in rhythm to Karen’s skillful ministrations.

The sweetness in the air was created by the simultaneous flowing of both women’s intimate juices, pure and delicious, and unaffected by any other possible emanations from their genital or anal regions. Each had scrupulously washed and cleaned themselves before dressing for dinner, so no bodily excretions had intermixed with the sweet juices of arousal than not plentifully flowed from their vaginal orifices.

Karen whispered a word into her friend’s ear and the two adjusted their positions so now they were entangled in a complete 69 position, with each one’s mouth fastened onto the other’s vulva. Each drank in the secretions of the other and these intoxicated both far more completely than even the fine wine they had imbibed earlier.

They istanbul outcall escort came together and then reversed so they were in each other’s arms and kissing. Emily felt totally spent and wildly happy. Then she looked at Karen and expressed a desire, not at first though, that she had kept inside her for ages.

“Karen, you sweet thing, your girlfriend has been very naughty,” Emily said very teasingly but also sincerely.

“Oh,” smiled Karen, expecting something fun. “And what may I ask has been the subject of your misbehavior?”

“I do deserve to be disciplined, darling,” Emily said, turning more serious than Karen expected.

Karen looked into Emily’s piercing blue eyes. “Is this for real? If it isn’t it sure sounds like it.”

“Yes, darling, it is,” Emily declared. “Karen, this is my most fertile week and last night, I let Bill have me without protection.”

“That was not very smart, for someone as brilliant as you are, and you know I mean that,” Karen said calmly. “Did you think about Plan B?”

Emily grinned, “Yes, I did and that’s exactly what I did do. Great minds.”

“It doesn’t take a great mind to do that, although I’m surely glad you did,” Karen exclaimed.

“I was very naughty, though, and I feel like I should be punished for being such a twit,” Emily responded.

“You know that you’re getting me very hot with this line of talk,” Karen suggested, feeling her friend out.

“Yes, and so am I,” Emily said. “I realize that I have so enjoyed the delightful way you have used to get my sisters to submit to us.”

“You have the natural dominant style and I suppose it suddenly came to me that while there are obvious reasons why I’m the one in charge here, I need you to take me in hand, love,” Emily confessed.

“I do hope you realize what you are saying,” Karen replied very happily. “Because when we proceed down this road, you know that you will want to go through with it.”

“I do, darling,” Emily asked plaintively. “So let’s get started.”

She stood up and bowed to Karen. “Miss Karen, I’ve been an awfully naughty girl,” Emily began.

“Perhaps you had better let me in on just how you’ve misbehaved so badly,” Karen answered in her crispest tone.

“Miss Karen,” Emily continued, “I let my boyfriend do what we always said shouldn’t happen. Especially since you know I cannot use the pill.”

Karen assumed a shocked look on her face. “You don’t mean,” she started. “You don’t mean that you let him, without taking precautions…”

“Yes, darling,” Emily answered, “I let him fuck me royally, bareback, and it felt so fucking good.”

“I’m sure it did, sweetie,” Karen said grimly, “but you know how irresponsible you were. I imagine you did something this morning, with the Plan B pill?”

“Oh yes,” Emily smiled, “I did do that. Was I naughty enough to need to be treated like a naughty girl?”

“I think you were, Emily dear,” Karen answered, with a grin, “and we should get at that right now while the iron is hot, so to speak.”

She patted her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed.

Emily smiled as she lowered herself across her good friend’s lap. Just a minute or two ago, they were enjoying each other’s flowing juices and now Emily was submitting to receipt of what she knew would be satisfying pain.

“Emily, for being a bad bad girl, you are going to be spanked on your naughty bottom,” Karen announced.

She began to spank Emily’s alabaster bottom, alternating between the cheeks. She couldn’t resist letting her hand wander between Emily’s toned thighs and feeling the wetness as Emily continued to generate plentiful flowing from her quim.

Then Karen maintained the rhythm of her spanking as she watched her friend’s bum grow red. She pressed her forefinger into Emily’s dazzling little anal rosette and began moving it in and out as it generated the expected bucking as Emily grew close to a fiery orgasm.

“No, you are not allowed that yet,” Karen intoned. She stopped plugging Emily’s anus and told her to stand.

“Now you know that naughty girls normally must stand in the corner before they get the brunt of their punishment,” Karen told her, “but we will proceed without that.”

Emily mumbled her thanks and Karen then positioned her across the bed with her feet on the ground and spread her lovely legs to expose all of her charms between them as they pooched between.

“You will count,” Karen said sternly, “and don’t dare miscount or you know what happens.”

Emily did know the rules of discipline. Girls who lost count at this school knew that the mistress would begin the caning again at the first stroke.

Karen reached for her favorite thin cane and lay it across Emily’s now fairly etiler escort red bottom. She drew it back and with just the easiest flick snapped it across the enchanting bottom she faced.

There was no more sound than the quiet “thwipp” of the cane but Emily, unused to it, let out a howl before she remembered to say, “One, thank you., Miss Karen.”

Karen kept laying on the cane strokes with the little flicks of her wrist and Emily felt the sting as it grew in her now-striped bottom. She kept the count, though, and began wondering what she had let herself in for when Karen delivered the twelfth stinging stroke, the last of two that crisscrossed the others and hurt that much more.

Karen told her that she had taken her punishment well and that she would now be permitted to stand. Then Karen took Emily in her arms, hugged her tightly, and kissed her, Emily feeling the love that was passed between them as she moved her lips and tongue to meet her lover’s.

It was time for some relief, for the women had consumed significant amounts of wine with their dinner. Karen led Emily to the private bathroom that adjoined their master bedroom.

They were already naked, of course, so both just stepped into the extra-wide tub they had had specially installed. They sat down on their haunches, facing one another, their legs entwined. It was amazing to look at the pair here in the altogether. Emily was the picture of the golden girl, with her ample bosom, perfect frame, and blonde hair. Karen was petite, dark-haired with nice, proportioned breasts, if far smaller than her lover’s.

Now what stood out was their matted pubes, blonde and brunette, not more than inches away from the other. And Emily took the lead as she leaned back and let fly a soaring stream of pee emerging from her peephole and then landing on Karen’s smooth stomach. Karen managed to release her pee with as much power and it shot from her urethral opening and pinged onto Emily’s abdomen only a little above her pubic triangle.

The two looked gratified that they had been able to perform so simultaneously. Then Karen reached for the faucet handles and the flow of warm water began to flow from the faucet off to the side but between them.

When they had filled the tub and sank back into the pleasant warmth, Karen grasped the soap and gently began to apply it to Emily, beginning with between her legs and then all over her front. Emily took hold of another bar and smoothly soaped her smaller friend’s intimate area and then moved up her body similarly.

“We do need to make sure the men understand all of our needs,” Emily then managed to gasp to Karen.

“I do love the man, and now I even trust him,” Karen said, as she then related to her lover what Rod had told her about his own bringing up with Barbara.

“You two were made for each other,” Emily said with a broad smile. “I’ve never forgiven your mother for how she mistreated you even though you’ve now had a chance to get some back from her. I don’t think I ever appreciated what having sort of a normal childhood meant.”

Emily’s doting parents had been killed in an air accident when she was 21, and she had already show herself to be a highly able business analyst capable of running her own successful company. It also didn’t hurt that her wealthy parents had left everything to her.

This of course meant that her two older, less responsible and somewhat unknowing sisters ended up needing to come to her for support. Linda had been quite arrogant when married but when her husband abandoned her, she was so desperate that she submitted to Emily’s terms, which at first shocked the eldest sister. Emily informed her that she would be trained to be a good submissive by Karen, who was in complete charge of her.

Linda started to argue with her youngest sister but thought better and gradually accustomed herself to the total humiliation of submitting to a small woman more than ten years her junior who knew how to embarrass her and impose shameful requirements on her every action.

Middle sister Leslie was an easier trainee, but she had defied Karen in the most objectionable way, by somehow managing to attract Karen’s boyfriend Rod into going down on her and licking her attractive quim.

Karen had put this behind her after punishing both Leslie and Rod. It propelled Emily into moving both sisters to their own apartment, whether or not they could support themselves by working. Linda now had re-entered the work force with some success. Emily felt Leslie would eventually settle down.

Emily also knew that submitting to Karen now had restored the latter’s confidence in a way that could not be imitated. The two rinsed each other off, spent a few moments stimulating their already well-lubricated vulvas with fingers adept at finding the most responsive spots, and then emerged from the tub, sparkling.

They put on nightgowns and crawled into their wonderful bed together, ready for more engagement of the best kind, until morning would dawn and they would need to determine just how to balance their current lives and the ones they were destined to lead when they tied the marriage knot.

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The club night was going well, and had been very much worth the effort required to get dressed up for it. Emma adjusted her collar slightly, the soft blue glow giving her light complexion an almost ethereal quality. Tonight had been about trying something a bit different, and the new Cyberpunk HoloHall in town had seemed ideal. Full five dimensional displays, DanceTech music, all very cutting edge. Still the drinks were cheap and the outfits were, well, amazing.

Taking another sip of her drink Emma looked around again, marvelling at the effort that had been put into some of the clothes. Her own was a fairly simple affair, silvery strips of steel gliding over supple black leather, hugging her figure but not strangling it. Blue lights were interspersed between the metal, subtle enough to accentuate her paleness without blinding anyone. Her stomach was exposed, pleasantly free so she could move more easily as she danced, and her boots, while high on her legs, were not the intimidating blocks that others were sporting. The theme of elegance prevailed, and she had been delighted when the last touches had been made to her eye shadow. Several men had already shown definite interest, as well as several women. It was one of these such ladies that had bought her the drink, and Emma turned back to her with a smile on her face.

Time passed on, the music almost alive in her senses, playing on her synapses, making her slowly writhe as she sat, swaying to the beat of the club. The lady had sadly turned out to be about as bright as a singularity, and with morals to match. Polite excuses had been made, and the woman had moved on to the nearby techhead before Emma had even finished. She decided to go outside for a breath of air, maybe it would help her cool off a bit as well.

The wintry air hit her as she stepped outside, and the sharp contrast brought a smile back to her face. She enjoyed winter, at least for short periods, and snow did have a sort of magical quality to it in its virgin state. She ran her fingers across the top of a wall, giggling internally at what such innocent snow might think about her stroking, and laughing at herself for thinking such silly thoughts. She was about to go back inside when something caught her ear. A sharply suppressed sound, one that chills in a way that mere cold never can. She sprinted in its direction.

Rounding the corner she instantly assessed the scene. A hooded figure was being pressed up against the wall, a couple of thugs with knives holding her tightly. Their clothes spoke of a couple of greasy rich-kids with so much money they could do anything. And often would. She leapt towards them, and the toe of her boot caught the nearest on the side of the knee, a quiet crunch informing everyone of the result. He went down with a cry, whimpering and clutching at his knee, landing heavily in the snow around. His friend turned, lunging with the blade, his pinprick pupils evidence of the drugs coursing through his system. There was a spark, and Emma felt the grinding impact as the edge deflected off one of the decorative steel strips in her top. His thrust not having connected, the man was off-balance, and Emma swung wildly, her life flashing before her as her fist connected through sheer force of desperation. He was throw off his feet, pole-axed by the unexpected force. As his head hit the street he was knocked out cold, his scalp split and bleeding onto the disturbed snow.

Breathing quickly and in shallow gasps Emma gradually came back to herself. As her eyes refocused she became aware of the woman’s soft cries. She had sunk down the wall, weeping in fear and pain, covering her face as if she cold hide from what was happening. Emma knelt down in the cold, and spoke to her istanbul escort bayan gently, putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

The woman nodded, and as she did her hood slipped down, revealing her long black hair that still didn’t cover the pointed ears that told of her race. Suddenly, it all made much more sense. Elves were seen as being easy whores, promiscuous and defenceless, and so they were often preyed upon. And the tales of elven beauty were all true; not a blemish marked her perfect skin, and even the tears streaming down her face couldn’t change that, each one a drop of diamond flowing from a hidden mountain spring.

The elf didn’t respond, and by Emma knew that she must be getting colder by the moment. Looks aside, their race did not retain heat well, and winter was never kind to them. She managed to coax the shivering elf to her feet, guiding her slowly towards her car, delivering a snap kick to the groaning thug that blew the wind out of him completely. They made it to her vehicle, and she helped her companion into the passenger seat, buckling her in. She jogged around the car and hopped in, programming it to head for home. As they took off she caught one last glimpse of the two men in the alley, and grimaced. Their sort could pay their way out of anything, and she wasn’t about to be arrested for messing up their hair.

By the time she had arrived home the elf seemed to be a little more aware, the heaters in the car doing their work well. As they landed she had looked around, confused, with flashes of recollection flitting across her face. As Emma helped her out of the car again, she had clasped her arms around her, crying again, the situation all too much.

“Thank you. I couldn’t… I…”

“No need to thank me. Come on, you’re frozen, and you need a hot bath to help you recover. My home’s just here.”

The elf nodded slightly, a tentative smile crossing her features. But her shaking hands and chattering teeth spoke the truth of Emma’s suggestion, and she slowly followed her up the stairs to the front door. They entered, and Emma went to run the bath. With it filling she returned, helping her guest off with her coat to allow the heating to have better effect without having to fight a snow-cooled jacket. Emma couldn’t help but admire the figure that was revealed. Her clothes almost flowed over her, every bit of it an example of perfection, of living poetry. Her hair lay over her shoulders, and even her recent shock hadn’t disturbed a single hair. Emma blinked and mentally shook herself, hanging the coat up to dry. Turning back to her guest she saw the elf looking very small and afraid, and Emma moved to embrace her in comforting warmth.

“It’s alright, they won’t hurt you. You’re safe here with me.”

She felt faint relief, but it was still overshadowed by the elf’s shivers. Emma took her gently but firmly and lead her through to the bathroom. The bath had filled and she shut off the water, steam rising from its surface. Her companion’s fingers were too numb still, and so she helped her out of her clothes, piling them on a chair. There were fewer than expected, and she realised that at least this elf didn’t seem to concern herself with such things as a bra. Blushing slightly and trying to conceal her attraction Emma left the room.

“There’s plenty of towels and a bathrobe behind the door that you can use. I’ll just be in the lounge, let me know when you’re done, but don’t feel you have to rush at all. Get warmed up. I’m Emma by the way.”

“E-Elanril.”

Emma closed the door, and heard the water splash a little as Elanril slipped into the bath. She headed upstairs şişli escort and stripped off her outfit, noting the deep score the knife had left in her bodice. Just a bit higher though… It didn’t bear thinking about. She slipped into her pyjamas and dressing gown and went to make up the couch. Her guest could borrow the bed for the night, and in the morning she’d be able to get home safely. That done, she took her bookpad downstairs again, and flopped onto the sofa to read it.

The sounds of swirling water continued for quite a long time, and Emma found her mind wandering from the words in front of her to the elf in her bath. She had been so beautiful, so slender… even the glimpses she had seen before averting her eyes had been almost pure allure. Despite herself she started to let her imagination tease her. Imagining those smooth fingertips gliding…

The click of the bathroom door brought Emma sharply back to herself, and she looked up with a smile as Elanril emerged. The white bathrobe was a bit too short for her, revealing maybe a bit more of her legs than might have been intended. Emma found herself feeling a little too warm as her new friend approached.

“Feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you again for taking such good care of me. And this robe is so fluffy and comfortable, you have really lovely things. Thank you.”

As she finished these last words Elanril beamed, and placed a warm kiss onto Emma’s lips. As she pulled back Emma’s mind was racing, her heart pounding in her chest. What had just happened? Was it an elf thing? She couldn’t remember all their customs, this could be one of them. Yes! No. Maybe? She tripped over her words.

“It’s, er, totally fine. I, ah, need to have a shower myself. You can take my bed, it’s upstairs. On your right. If you’re hungry help yourself to food. I need to go and have a bath, I’ll be back soon.”

With this words she fled to the bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaning against it for a moment. Just a custom. Just a simple kiss. One that had made her go weak at the knees, and had taken everything in her power not to respond to. Okay, time for her own bath, and time to calm down and unwind.

By the time she had run and slipped into the hot water Emma had managed to return her thoughts to something approaching normal again. The bath relaxed her further, and as she soaped herself she allowed her thoughts to wander again. It had been a very nice evening, aside from the obvious, and Elanril was lovely. And soft. And with sleek, pert breasts, that she just wanted to worship with her lips and tongue, hearing her elf sigh in pleasure as she…

Eventually Emma finished her bath, her mind far away, and as she dried herself off and donned her robe again she completely forgot that she had entered the room with pyjamas. Opening the door quietly in case Elanril was already asleep upstairs, she was slightly surprised to find the elf still there, spread out on the sofa, having apparently borrowed her bookpad. The way she was lying left the bathrobe covering even less than before, her long legs going all the way up, the soft fabric just barely covering what lay above. Just.

Elanril looked up from the story, smiling.

“Feeling better?”

Emma realised the way the scene had reversed itself, and in that moment remembered her discarded clothes. Now they were even more alike, each solely clad in a white robe, the last few droplets of water still drying on their skin. There was almost nothing to come between them, nothing at all.

“Much better thanks. Enjoying the book?”

“Mmmm, it’s one I’ve got on my shelf. Kept meaning to read it, but never did. Could I ask tuzla escort you for a drink?”

“Of course!”

She went to fix them both something, and after a couple more questions a small glass of wine before bed seemed ideal. She poured some of the dark liquid into two glasses, bringing them across. She passed one to Elanril, before sitting down beside her.

“Cheers.”

As they drank their legs touched, and Emma could feel the heat that flowed between them. As she put her glass down and licked her lips, she found her eyes drawn, and she looked at her partner, who was looking back with the same expression. The belt of her robe had loosened, and a delicate nipple was visible, its firmness brushing against the fabric. As she drew her gaze up again something passed between them, and their thoughts intertwined. Elanril’s fingers slipped between Emma’s, and she drew her host’s hand up and placed it on her pale neck. Then her hand drifted to Emma’s cheek, and she drew them together, their lips meeting for their second kiss of the night.

This one went on for much longer, their lips moving with each other, their tongues tentatively meeting, experiencing fleeting glimpses of each other. Slowly their hands began to move, fingertips stroking, playing lightly across skin. Emma’s moved down her elf’s chest, the backs of her fingers stroking, and she brushed the white robe a little further aside. Her motions were soft, slow. She cupped Elanril’s breast, and ran her thumb over the small nipple there, hearing her companion’s soft exhalation in response. Without words Emma’s lips moved, descending, closing onto the soft flesh, sucking gently, her tongue swirling. She could both hear and feel her elf’s pleasure, her fingers seeking Emma’s own desires.

The robes were both soon slipped away, even their minimal covering too much, and the two women revelled in each other, both beautiful to their partner. Emma’s kisses ranged further afield, flowing over the smooth elven skin. She felt Elanril’s hand on her shoulder, pushing her back into the sofa, and felt the long black hair slipping lower. Closing her eyes she leant back, sensing warm breath hovering over her thighs. Her legs spread just a bit wider almost by themselves, and when she felt Elanril’s flexible tongue stroking up between her legs she couldn’t contain herself. A loud moan of pleasure came from her, and she arched her back wanting to be consumed by her elfin lover. The tongue delved deeper and she parted her legs even more, wanting it so much. The heat was intense, and she couldn’t stop herself from running her fingers through the hair below her, pulling Elanril against her wet pussy, needing more. She felt it plunge deeper, licking, exploring, writhing, the burning lips sucking and teasing. Emma bit her lip, another wave of pleasure bringing another moan, her own tongue reaching out in lust.

The pressure within her built, and as she opened her eyes to look down she saw her own lust mirrored in Elanril’s face. She knew the elf’s fingers were plunging into her own pussy, her moans suppressed by her feasting. This knowledge along with the thrusting tongue and searing lips drove her over the edge, and she crashed into the raging torrent of her release. And in that moment her raw lust, fingers entwined in Elanril’s hair, holding her tight against her pussy, until the tide ebbed and she could again breathe.

Releasing her elf, Emma came to properly, gazing down. Elanril looked up, and from her expression it was clear that her desperately vigorous fingers had found their prize, and as she crawled up for another kiss, Emma could feel her wetness pressed against her. They kissed for a long time, the seconds each another wonder, until finally Emma pulled back. She rose, extending her hand to Elanril, helping her up. Then she lead her up the stairs, their bare feet padding on the wood, and then into her room. They both slid into bed, the sheets cool, nuzzling together and becoming one tangled pile of contentment. Then, very slowly, their fingertips began to explore…

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