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After I graduated from college I took a short break and then started to look for a decent job. I went to a liberal arts university and it seemed as though there wasn’t much demand for anyone but the nerds, like Bill Gates.

At first I was optimistic and soon found a job at a dot.com company that offered me a lot of stock options, but in less than a year, their stock was worthless and I was laid off. A short time later, got another job and went through the same thing.

I lived at home and the fact that my parents weren’t financially that well off, I knew that I had to get a job quick, whatever was offered to me,would be O.K., I was desperate. I’d take it. Plus I had some college loans that would be due very soon for payments.

I loved my parents, especially my Mom, she was so beautiful and always played with me from the time I could remember. We would even take our baths together, I loved it when it was my turn to scrub her with soap and especially when she told me to wash her good between her legs, she always enjoyed that, but when I got older she said that it wasn’t right for us to bath together, I really missed that.

Also, I was getting lonely. I didn’t have a boyfriend, all the kids I grew up with had all left the area and went to wherever they could find a job. Frequently I would find myself getting sexually aroused just by reading erotic stories on the internet or looking at magazines that had adds with models, men or women, that were dressed provocatively with revealing clothes.. The only time I felt comfortable masturbating was when my parents were out of the house or when I was in the tub or shower. I was becoming addicted to my vibrator and found myself wanting to masturbate every day, in fact, several times a day. I was almost positive that my mother knew what I was doing in my bedroom, just by the smell of my sex, sometimes, I swear, that I could hear her foot-steps outside of my bedroom when I was masturbating, and realized that I had to have a place of my own.

After many interviews, and their response would always be, “We’ll call you when we have an opening.” As a last resort, I knew this girl that was in my sorority that was taking over her families garment business. She had called me a couple of times and asked if I was interested in a job with her company. I really didn’t care that much for this girl, Niki, because she acted like a spoiled brat. I had my share of run ins with her, but hey, I needed a job badly.

Niki was very smart, as well as being very popular in college, the fact that she had a BMW sport car and always wore expensive designer’s clothes, that drew a lot of the guys and gals to her. Otherwise, Niki didn’t offer that much in the looks department, for one thing, she had a hook nose plus she was over weight, her complexion wasn’t the best either, a lot of zits. Also I heard that she was quite promiscuous sexually.

The reason I describe her that way is for only one reason. I have a few friends that are not exactly beautiful, but they’re nice, so looks don’t mean that much to me, it’s more personality that counts.

Niki was a bitch, she would make all kinds of comments to me when other students were around, again, I came to realize that she was envious of my looks. I’m considered attractive and have the looks and the body she wished she had, but I didn’t flaunt my looks. I was shy plus I never had extra money to buy smart clothes or go out with the group, so she always called me stuck-up or other insulting names.

I called her company and told the HR woman that I would like to come in for a job interview. After I gave her my name, she excused herself and then, in a couple of minutes, returned, she told me she was sorry for the delay, but she had an important call that she had to take. She then continued and asked me a few questions about my work and education back-ground which I answered, then the questions became more personal.

She asked me if I was married, when I told her that I wasn’t, then she asked me if I had a boyfriend, again I said no. Then the next question really threw me, she asked if I had ever had sex with another woman. I hadn’t, but I didn’t think it was any of her business, but I also needed the job desperately, so I told her “no.”

She made an appointment for me to be there at five tomorrow afternoon, Friday. I thanked her very much for the opportunity. She then said, when you come into the office, tell the receptionist to call me, Tracy Trim.

I hung up and as I was thinking of what I was going to wear for the interview, then it hit me, I knew that name, she was one of Niki’s closest friends. She didn’t belong to our house but she came over frequently and visited with Niki. I remember her being a nice looking girl with a body that looked like she had been pumping iron from the day she was born, all muscle and she loved to show it off, but I have to admit, she was hot looking.. When she visited Niki, they would retreat to Niki’s room and stay there until it was time for guests to leave.

The next day, I started to get ready for my interview with casino siteleri Tracy and decided to wear a business suit and look professional. I wasn’t too sure about the skirt because it was a mini, but I knew that I had nice long and good looking legs and the skirt wasn’t that short. Another thing, Niki always wore slacks or dresses that went down to her ankles, maybe she would be a little pissed at me showing off my legs. Let’s face it, I didn’t have that much in my wardrobe to choose from, so that’s what I wore.

I got in my beat up old car and arrived at their office around four forty-five, I thought better early than late. I went to the receptionist and told her that I had a five o’clock appointment with Tracy Trim. She looked at me with a smile on her face, like the cat that ate the canary, and then said, “please be seated and I’ll page Ms. Trim.”

I sat in a chair facing her and I watched her as she called Tracy, but I also noticed a smirk on her face, evidently she knew Tracy well enough to joke around with her. When she got off the phone, she got up and went into another room and then came out with a glass of champagne, which she offered to me. Then she said, “Tracy is tied up but will be with you in a few moments.” She went back to her desk and then said, “I’ll be leaving, but just make yourself comfortable and Ms Trim will come as soon as she’s finished.”

The receptionist was not much younger than me, but she was extremely attractive. The way she walked was similar to a model walking down the ramp at a designers show. She was shorter than me, but she had a perfect “tight” body.” I found myself just staring at her. As she walked out, it was now five o’clock, she looked at me, gave me a wink and then said, “good luck, hope to see you again,” Again, with a big smile.

While I was waiting for Tracy, I sipped on my drink and picked up a magazine that was on the table next to me. I was flipping the pages and became aware of the fact that every page had beautiful women wearing some very skimpy clothes that they appeared to be modeling. Then on other pages, there were two or three of them together in erotic poses, the way the held each other as well as kissing one another. I thought that I would be wise to put the magazine down, but found myself getting a little aroused by looking at these women, hell, they were sexy.

“Hi Cathy, I’m Tracy, nice meeting you. When you called, I thought that your name sounded familiar, you went to school with Niki. I see that you’re as beautiful as you were when I visited Niki. Let me join you as I get a glass of champagne and give you a refill, I sure can use one.” I started to say no, but she just took my glass and went to the other room.

She came back and handed me my drink and then she said, “good luck, I hope that you are the one we are looking for.” Then she clicked my glass and we both took a drink.

“Let’s go into my office and we can get more comfortable. I like to interview potential employees after all the others have left, of course Niki and I always get more done when we are alone. Speaking of Niki, she’ll be down in a while but she told me to start interviewing you without her.”

We walked into Tracy’s office and I was amazed at how plush it was. There was a leather couch, plush carpeting, a large walnut desk with a beautiful black leather chair, a wet bar and the walls were covered with beautiful, sexy woman, most of them looked like competition body builders. Then I saw one that was Tracy, my god, she was nude and had the most beautiful body of all of them. I couldn’t help but stare. As my eyes moved down her body, I noticed how firm her breasts were, and then further down, I noticed her smooth, hairless crotch, showing her very prominent clitoris hood. . I hope she didn’t notice, but for some reason, I was getting wet between my legs. Am I a lesbian?

Evidently, Tracy was aware of me staring at her picture and said, “So what do you think of my body? I won a couple of gold medals when I was into competition, but these days I’m too busy helping Niki build here business that she took over from her dad.”

I had to respond, especially after two glasses of champagne, I lost some of my shyness. “I always thought that you were attractive with a nice body, but you’re awesome.” I blushed a little after saying that.

“Cathy, the reason you’re here is that I remembered your name and also what you looked like. When we were on the phone when you first called, I had you wait and then I called Niki, putting you on hold. Niki told me that you just may be the type of woman we’re looking for. The job pays, just to start, fifteen hundred dollars a week.” My mouth fell open as I was astonished at how much they were offering.

Tracy continued. ” Cathy, I could tell by your expression that you were surprised at how much we’re paying for the job we have in mind, and hopefully for you, also remember, I said that’s just to start, it could end up much more. But before I go any further with the interview, would you please stand up for me.” I put my empty glass down and stood slot oyna up as she asked.

“You look to be about 5’8″ and about 125#s and I would venture to guess, you’re about a ‘C’ cup. This is what we’re looking for, maybe a little taller with the proper platform shoes. Cathy, please disrobe for me so I can see what you look like naked.”

I hesitated and then asked, “is this really necessary. I mean I’m not sure what you’re looking for or what the job entails. I have to be honest with you, I’m rather shy and modest.”

“To answer your question, it is necessary but if you can’t deal with it then tell me now so that I can continue on with our search for the type of woman that we want.”

I stood there looking at her and at the same time thinking about how much that money would help me out of my current financial troubles. “Well Cathy, are you interested in this job or not? I don’t want you to waste my time, I’ve got an awful lot of work that I could do. So what do you say? One more thing, this job requires discipline, if we tell you to do something, it’s not a matter of you wanting to do it, YOU DO IT.”

I could tell by that last statement that she meant it. I desperately needed the job and knew I’d have a rough time getting a job, even at a fraction of what Tracy said that the salary would be. Besides, I had a couple of glasses of champagne and felt relaxed. I slowly started removing my clothes.

“No no Cathy, I’ll direct you on how to disrobe. I want you to do it slowly and in this sequence. First unbutton your suit jacket and slowly remove it and put it on the arm of the chair next to you. Very good, now I want you to unbutton your blouse and remove it and put it on top of your jacket. Ugh, were did you get that bra, at K-mart? Now remove your skirt and let it drop to the floor.”

Just then the door opened and in came Niki. “I see you girls have started without me,” she said with a smile. “Nice seeing you Cathy, I see that you have taken pretty good care of yourself. So far you look as sexy as you did in college, not that I got to see you in bra and panties then.”

Taking one look at Niki almost floored me, this wasn’t the Niki I remembered. First of all, she had a perfectly straight nose and her body was as trim as Tracy’s. Her legs were trim and it looked like she was developing the type of body that Tracy had, she looked hot.

Tracy said to Niki, “I think she looks like what we’re looking for, but Cathy seems to be a little hesitant about disrobing in front of us, that doesn’t bode well.”

I quickly spoke up and said, “well, it’s just that I’ve always been on the shy side and I think that’s why in college that a lot of the others thought that I was stuck up, including you, Niki. I’m not stuck up at all and I really could use this job, just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it, I promise.”

“That’s good to hear, but before we go any further, you said that you would do as we instructed you to do, without questioning us and doing it obediently, will you do that?”

“I said I would and I mean it. Niki, Tracy, I really need this job and I’ll do as you ask.”

“Then let’s continue. Now take off your bra and put it in the waste basket, I don’t think you’ll be needing that any more. Just as I thought, size wise you have what we’re looking for, but those need to be firmed up a bit, but I love the nipples. What do you think, Niki?”

“I always knew that Cathy had a nice pair of boobs. Cathy, I want you to show us how you massage your boobs the way you do when you’re masturbating. But first, remove your panties.”

I promised myself that I would do whatever they asked of me because I really needed this job, whatever I had to do to get it, so I slowly lowered my panties and took them off. All I could think of was, I could certainly use another glass of champagne.

They both looked at me, standing stark naked in the center of the room, and then they looked at one another, with an approving smile. “Cathy, you do have what we are looking for, no doubt about it,” Niki said. “Tracy, why don’t you pour us a glass of champagne so that we can give our new employee a warm welcome, and then we can continue.”

We drank up, I was the first to finish my drink as if it was a glass of water. Not being much of a drinker, in fact, rarely did I have a drink, I could tell that I was certainly feeling it.

“Now Cathy, as I asked before, we want to see how you massage your breasts when you’re masturbating.”

“Uh, well, uh, I really don’t masturbate. Really, I know that a lot of guys do it but I don’t believe that women should, ya know, masturbate. So, uh, I just never did it.”

“Oh bull shit, Cathy, if you’ve never masturbated, I’m Mother Teresa.” Tracy said. “Another thing, your room was next to Niki’s in college and through the walls we could hear you going at it every night, now come here and stand in front of me, I can tell if you’re telling the truth, and if you’re not, then that will cost you. You gave us a verbal agreement that you would obey us without questioning our requests, canlı casino siteleri you either do it, or your life will be made miserable. Now come here and stand in front of me and spread your legs.”

I knew that I couldn’t refuse her request because I did agree to their terms and again, I was now desperate for the money. Fortunately, I was relaxed from the drinks, plus I had to admit to myself, I did feel a certain amount of arousal from the way Tracy gave me orders; she spoke firmly with a no nonsense manner.

“That’s more like it,” Tracy said as I approached her and spread my legs. “later we’re going to have to get rid of this bush, for one thing, it hides your sexy cunt, now stand still.”

I did as Tracy asked and then I felt her fingers probe all around my bottom. “Turn around and bend over. Take your hands and spread your cheeks.” My god, they were even viewing my butt-hole.

Tracy Took her finger and started to massage my little rear hole, but she didn’t penetrate it with her fingers. I had to admit, I’ve rubbed it when I was masturbating and did get a great deal of sexual feeling from it.

“Niki,” Tracy said, “She does have a sexy ass-hole. “I’m going to ask you again, and don’t give us an idiotic answer, have you ever played or put anything in your ass-hole while masturbating?”

I didn’t even hesitate in my answer, “Yes, sometimes I rub it or will stick my finger in it if I’m really sexually excited, in fact, once I even put a candle in there when I was masturbating.” Oh damn, now they are going to think that I’m a sexual pervert.

“Very good,” Niki said, “Now you’re learning.” Then Tracy told me to turn around like I was before, and to spread my legs. Again I immediately obeyed. They gave an approving smile to one another. That made me feel good.

Tracy took her hand and started to massage my pussy lips. . Her touch was like magic and there was no way that I could hide the fact that I was getting sexually worked up. She then put a finger into my pussy and started to rotate it in my hole, I was not only getting very wet, but I knew if she continued, that even if I didn’t want to, that I would cum.

“Hell,” Tracy said to Niki, “I think our new slut is one hot cunt. I believe we do have the perfect sex slut for what we need, she is going to serve us well after some training.”

At this point I didn’t care what they said or did with me, it just felt so wild to have someone else touch me in a sexual way other than doing it with my own hands.

“How does it feel, slut? Do you like my fingers in your cunt? Do you want me to continue playing with your hole and to make you cum?”

I was breathing hard and I knew that if she continued any longer that I would cum, but I didn’t care, at this point I was beyond being embarrassed, I just wanted to cum. “Yes,” I quietly said.

“Yes what,” Niki demanded. “What do you want us to do to you, and answer louder?”

“I want you to make me cum. Yes, I want you to make me cum.” I repeated as I was getting closer to my orgasm. Then suddenly, Tracy took her fingers out of my hole. My body was shaking and I was hurting from the need to have an orgasm.

“So you want to cum, I always thought that you were a horny slut.” Niki said. “Now go over to the couch and sit down and spread your legs.” I did as she asked, “Now show us how you massage your tits as you masturbate.”

At this point, there was no way I could stop myself, I was in desperate need for some relief. My shyness and inhibitions were no longer an issue, mostly from the fact that those drinks helped and I was becoming more and more aware of my strong sexuality.. My breasts were always sensitive, but even more so in my present state of arousal. I didn’t hesitate to fondle my breasts, being fully aware of the two of them taking in everything that I did.. I started to pull on my nipples, for me, my nipples were almost as sensitive as my clit and the sensation would immediately make my pussy throb.

I had enough awareness to realize that I was getting Niki and Tracy sexually worked up as they watched my every move, and at the same time, they were touching each other in a sexual way. I was beginning to enjoy myself, knowing that I was pleasing these two beautiful women, I was becoming aware that I would do almost anything to please Niki and Tracy.

I was slouched down on the couch with my legs spread wide open as I was getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I dropped one of my hands and started to pull on my engorged inner lips that were really protruding out. From pictures I have seen of the female genitalia, I became aware in my adulthood, that my lips were much fuller and when aroused, as I am know, that my lips really get engorged and my large clit sticks out like a little cock and gets super sensitive.

I was now moaning loudly and breathing hard. Niki and Tracy were now on their knees on the floor, right in front of me. I couldn’t help noticing that they were fingering one another as they took a real close look at my pussy. At this point I was out of control and almost oblivious to anything except that I was starting to cum. Then I felt a finger go into my love hole and another finger into my bum hole, I was losing control as I started to hump the fingers as they were going in and out of my body.

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It was at an all-girls college that Cassandra finally understood what she was. It was the start of her junior year.

She knew she was not pretty or cute.

She was perhaps striking but most told her she was handsome.

She was smarter than those around her but quietly so.

She was not vivacious although not a limp rag either.

It did seem like everyone wanted to be her friend and she was friend to all but all felt she was holding back a large portion of herself.

Until the exuberant one kissed her lips.

Her name was Mariel and she was the center of every storm at school. Her athleticism was ordinary but she was the best player in basketball and softball because she always hustled.

She would at times get on everyones nerves.

It happened at the tail end of study group, she and Cassie were the last two left. Mariel was having a difficult time with a chemistry concept and Cassie found the example that made the concept of valences click in her mind.

Her happiness of discovery erupted with a big kiss to Cassie’s lips that Mariel did not immediately realize she had done. A few moments later she kissed Cassie again but realized it before their lips separated.

She panicked and began to end the kiss but did so slowly. She realized she did not want to end the kiss. She also realized Cassie was accepting the kiss.

She was soon stammering an apology but noticed Cassie was not upset. She was smiling.

A few moments later Mariel saw Cassie look down to her own chest. It was not until then that Mariel noticed Cassie’s right breast was in her hand.

She slid it off but pressed lightly on it as she did.

Mariel quickly began to assert that she was not a lesbian and not to worry about her that she was just so happy to have figured out valences and would not happen again.

Then she hurriedly got up to leave but kissed Cassie’s cheek before heading away.

Cassie picked up her stuff and walked to her room then went into the shower. Her roommate Alma had already showered but was drying her hair in the bathroom.

For the first time Cassie undressed and got in the shower while her roommate watched. She began to masturbate while Alma was still in the bathroom.

Cassie could still feel Mariel’s lips on hers. She could still feel Mariel’s hand on her breast.

Alma heard Cassie’s orgasmic moan and hurried to her bed. She took off her panties and began to masturbate. Her first orgasm shocked her with its intensity but she only stopped long enough to get her gown off before resuming.

Cassie was by then in the room, watching Alma pleasure herself. Cassie was still nude.

Alma saw her but could not stop masturbating. Soon the naked Cassie was sitting in bed next to her caressing Alma’s breast.

Alma had an exceptional orgasm that forced her to gasp for air.

Cassie waited until Alma was breathing normally then leaned over and placed a nipple to Alma’s lips.

Alma’s eyes widened in shock but her lips soon surrounded the nipple.

Cassie slid her hand from Alma’s tit to her pussy. Alma still had her own hand on it but allowed Cassie’s hand to slide under hers.

Alma moaned.

Cassie slid into bed with Alma and kissed her lips as she began to caress the clit. Alma was soon on the way to the biggest orgasm of her life. Cassie slid down and engulfed a tit in her mouth and Alma just exploded into her cum.

Cassie embraced her as she kissed her cheeks and lips softly until Alma fell asleep. A few moments later Cassie moved to her own bed and slept peacefully.

She and Alma were somewhat shy with each other the next morning as they got ready for classes but before they opened the door to go out Alma kissed Cassie softly.

She wanted Cassie to know she had loved the previous night.

Cassie made sure Alma knew she loved the kiss.

The day went normally for them, they did not have a class together that day. Cassie however gave Mariel a soft kiss on the lips as they crossed paths in the hallway stopping Mariel cold.

Cassie smiled.

It was Wednesday and as usual several of the girls went out for an all the fried chicken you can eat special nearby. Alma and Mariel made a point of sitting next to Cassie there. As soon as they settled to eat chicken legs each pressed a thigh to Cassie.

She smiled.

On the walk back a girl called Dana walked next to Cassie. Before they got back to the dorm they were holding hands. Most of the girls were holding hands with another so that was not an announcement of any kind.

But Mariel and Alma holding hands was. Alma was normally the most irritated by Mariel’s exuberance.

When they entered the dorm Dana and Mariel followed Cassie and Alma to their room. The kissing began as soon as the door was closed behind them and all four were nude moments after.

Cassie made love to Dana as Alma made love to Mariel. As soon as those two had orgasms they switched and gave their new partners orgasms. Two other girls had come into the room and suddenly there were threesomes casino oyna on each bed with frequents changes of characters.

Many orgasms later Cassie and Alma were alone in the room. Alma moved to Cassie’s bed and they kissed and snuggled until they fell asleep.

They showered and dressed and kissed before venturing out the next morning. All of the participants of the previous evenings lesbian orgy kissed each others cheek as the passed by. Before the day was over several girls that had not been part of the orgy were kissing them too.

That evening Cassie and Alma walked down the dorm hallway wearing only t-shirts and visiting with others. In each and every room they had at least one pussy to savor.

It was nearly midnight before they again slept in the same bed.

The dorm usually emptied on weekends, the girls went home to visit with parents. Cassie could not, her parents lived in Italy. Mariel could not, her parents live in Costa Rica. Friday and Saturday night they began to sleep together, eventually.

That first Saturday night Mariel said to Cassie, “I’m sorry I may have turned you into a lesbian.”

“You did not turn me into a lesbian, you just made me realize I was.”

“I still shiver when I think about the kiss you gave me in the hallway. I didn’t think you liked me in the first place and that kiss told me you did and that we would make love.

Thanks.”

‘You don’t seem to like sixty-nines.”

“I don’t. I want to concentrate on what I’m doing and what its being done to me. Sixty nines are distracting.”

“In that case, sit on my face please.”

Mariel, Dana and Cassie were feasting on each other when Alma walked in Sunday evening. She got nude and jumped in between them.

They heard a bed being moved and found themselves among ten bodies devouring and being devoured to their hearts content.

Ten young ladies made it through their Monday morning classes like zombies.

The dorms were closed for the holidays, Cassie usually went to New York and stayed with relatives. Alma told her that her Mom would welcome her for the duration.

“You may find that mature pussy is flavorful.”

“When do we leave?”

Cassie did find that mature pussy was very tasty especially Alma’s mom. Alma and her Mom’s best friend entertained each other often.

Be the time school resumed Alma and Cassie considered themselves a couple although there had been no conversations about that. All their previous lovers were welcome to their bed but the large orgies had ceased by the time the school year ended, all had partners by then.

Alma and Cassie stayed for summer school and rented a room at a five room boarding house. There were eight other girls there, all couples.

The ladies did share each other but not freely, there was only one orgy and that was at the end of the summer session.

Alma and Cassie decided to keep the room for the fall semester. They did let Mariel, Dana, and two others know about the rooming house and the vacancies at that time.

Mariel did move in but with a girl they did not know called Emilia. They were distant cousins, and lovers.

Alma and Cassie got to taste Emilia often which was OK since Mariel got to taste Alma and Cassie often.

They graduated and each couple went their separate ways, briefly.

Cassie and Alma decided to form a small company of book editors and bought a large old house to work from. There were three publishing houses in their city and the young women had a lot of work from the start. They worked individually but lived in the same house with their sex partners so there was a lot of love shared.

Alma did not stay long, she decided she was not cut out to be a lesbian. She was ready to be a Mom.

She went home and married a guy that loved her, Cassie was happy for her and was at ease being the maid of honor.

The young ladies did run into stories that were not publishable but were kind in their notes of rejection. Cassie wrote a note to an author that after delineating the the reasons for rejection added, “Your principal married the wrong person, she should have married Julia.”

Six weeks later Cassie received an edited version of the story that was much better with a lot of sexual tension between the heroine called Kelly and Julia but she still had her marrying the boy Stanton.

Cassie sent her a note telling the author she was recommending the book to the publisher but still thought the girl should have married Julia.

She did not hear from the author until the book was published. It sold well.

The author, C.K. Herbert, came to see Cassie a year after the book was published. Charlotte Kelly Herbert was a vivacious redhead that immediately said, “You were right, she should have married Julia. How do I fix that?”

“You don’t, your write a sequel with all the conflicts and the remorse and two really good lesbian love scenes after she realizes Stanton is cheating on her. In the third book she finally marries Julia.”

“I have no idea how lesbians make love,” CK said.

“Go slot oyna to xhamster.com and watch the lesbian movies there. That part will be easy to write. The hard part is going to be how you convince Julia you want her.”

CK smiled sadly. “Yes, that will be the hard part.”

Cassie kissed her lips. She did not mean to kiss her lips, she intended to give her a reassuring hug, maybe a kiss on the cheek. But she aimed directly to her lips.

She was wondering how CK would react and noticed she had not, she was accepting the kiss. Cassie ended the kiss and looked into her eyes then kissed her again.

CK was now kissing her back.

By the fourth kiss Cassie had moved CK’s hand to her breast, CK caressed it, took her hand away but when she renewed the kiss then put her hand back on Cassie’s breast.

Cassie put her hand on CK’s breast and gently pinched the nipple.

CK moaned through the kiss and slid her tongue into Cassie’s mouth. The intensity and passion increased slowly as breasts were exposed and kissed. Eventually they went to Cassie’s bed and loved each other until they were sated. CK got dressed, kissed Cassie with love and left.

Cassie did not hear from her until CK came to her with the completed second book three months later.

CK said, “I am going to stay in town while you edit it. Point me to the nearest cheap hotel.”

Cassie kissed her. She was happy to see CK but that kiss was intended to be of short duration.

It wasn’t.

Both women needed that kiss badly. In less than ninety seconds they were in Cassie’s bed devouring each other.

They paused for food and to get her stuff out of her car and into the house.

They then resumed their lovemaking.

The following day Cassie placed part two into her list for the publisher, gave CK’s book a quick read, made suggestions, then resumed her job. CK began editing her book as Cassie had suggested. There were love interruptions of course but the next five weeks went by quickly.

Finally CK’s book came up in Cassie’s Q. She read it in one day and thought about it for two days.

Finally she decided she needed to tell CK the bad news.

“Sweetheart, this is unpublishable. You went too fast, there are scenes out of order and characters that appear for no reason. There is little tension leading up to the fight and the fight itself is not convincing, not the end of a marriage fight.

The only parts that are excellent are the two lesbian lovemaking scenes although the first one sounded familiar.”

Cassie kissed CK and smiled. The first lesbian sex scene had been exactly what had happened between them the first time.

CK was very disappointed but over the last few weeks she had seen that. She had in fact rewritten the first half of the book but thought that part was boring so had not switched the pages.

“Bring me the section you re-wrote.”

“It’s boring.”

“I read a lot of boring, I don’ mind.”

Cassie found the new section well written and more in line with the story. CK had added the heroine, Kelly, growing suspicions about her husband. CK had added a scene in which she checks her husbands supposed whereabouts and learns he is not there, had not been in months.

She asks herself if she cares. She goes to Julia to ask for her insight. The conversation is cold, Julia is distant.

As she allows a kiss Kelly intended for a cheek to land on Julia’s lips.

Julia freezes. The kiss continues but eventually ends. They look into each other’s eyes, the kiss resumed.

The sex CK and Cassie shared the day they met now makes sense in the context of the story. So do the three months that passed before the second tryst. Kelly was mentally preparing for a divorce. The second sex scene was when Kelly went to Julia and told her she had filed for divorce.

The quick kiss of congratulations never ended that day.

Cassie said, “This is a good book, we need to do some heavy editing and a little rewrite but we should have it ready within two weeks.”

CK dove for Cassie’s lips and work that day came to an end.

Three months later CK was a bestselling author, her new book was a sensation. She went to talk shows and book signings and was seduced by famous women. She loved all that and told Cassie of every adventure along the way.

Cassie reminded her she needed to start on the third book soon before the limelight faded from her. When opportunities for sex dwindled to less than one per week CK took herself off the circuit and went back to Cassie.

Cassie did not expect her to return although that was her fondest wish and had to convince CK she was definitely welcomed back. It was then that each began to wonder what their relationship was.

The third book would tell them that.

The third book began with the divorce that was soon followed by a parting between Julia and Kelly.

Kelly wanted to celebrate her freedom and Julia accepted it. The did not communicate with each other.

They each tried to find someone but two years after they canlı casino siteleri last saw each other until they met at a mutual friend’s wedding. They ended up sitting next to each other at the dining table.

They lied to each other about how great their lives were while making sure they did not touch each other. After the reception they opted not to stay for the dance part and went home. That night neither could sleep so they got up, dressed and headed to the same cafe.

Kelly was there first and she was facing away from the door when Julia walked in. She immediately saw Kelly and almost turned around and left. Instead she allowed a deep sigh to escape and headed for Kelly’s table.

“You couldn’t sleep either I see,” she said to the astonished Kelly as she sat across from her.

“No, no. I couldn’t. Don’t know why,” Kelly answered.

Soon both had coffee and coconut pie in front of them. They had only had that combination when with each other. Both giggled.

Julia said, “Congratulations by the way, I heard you will be the principal at the new elementary school.”

“Oh, thanks. Congratulations on having your third book published.”

“Thanks. It will not sell as well as the first two but it is the best written.”

“I will buy one.”

“No need, I have one for you.”

“You do? Thanks.”

They talked about the wedding they had just attended and the people they seldom saw anymore. They had a second cup of coffee before deciding to go home.

“I know its late but if you still can’t sleep you could use a book to read. Stop by my house on your way home and I will hand you your copy.”

“Thanks, that would be nice.”

Kelly pulled up to Julia’s house and got out of her car and followed Julia in. She followed Julia to a stack of books on the kitchen counter and picked one out.

Kelly opened her purse and handed a pen to Julia for the inscription. Julia paused, it was the pen she had given Kelly to sign her divorce papers the day before it became final. She found her hand was shaking too much to write.

Kelly kissed her, it was a kiss intended for Julia’s cheek but ended up on her lips. Julia closed her eyes and accepted it. When that kiss ended Kelly kissed her again, and again.

Julia began to kiss her back. Kelly wrapped her up in her arms. Their tongues became re-aquatinted and their hands caressed each other’s ass.

The kiss gained intensity until they found themselves naked on Julia’s bed.

They loved each other. The made sure the other was taken where they wanted to be over and over.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When Julia awoke she was alone in he bed. She should have expected that she thought.

She went to the bathroom and took a quick shower then went to her kitchen.

Kelly was there, still nude, drinking coffee and eating cold cereal.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning,” Julia answered then gave Kelly a soft kiss on the lips.

She prepared her coffee and cereal bowl and sat next to Kelly.

“Do you have anything important to do today?” Kelly asked.

“No, my laundry is it.”

“Sounds boring.”

“What exciting thing do you have planned for today?”

“Promise me you will say yes.”

“No, no, no. You have some amazingly wild ideas that could get us hurt or arrested.”

“This idea would do neither, in fact you might like it.”

“OK, not on my better judgement but OK.”

“Will you marry me?” Kelly said.

Julia stopped on the middle of taking a spoonful of cereal to her mouth and just stared at Kelly. She could not believe she could be so cruel to her.

But Kelly was not laughing. In fact she looked…terrified.

A tear rolled down a cheek.

It can’t be, It can’t be, Julia thought.

She put her spoon down and straightened up.

She looked at Kelly and in a quiet voice said, “Yes.”

Kelly had not been breathing and she allowed a loud sob to emerge. Julia leaned over and softly kissed Kelly’s lips then resumed eating her cereal and drinking her coffee.

Kelly stood, kissed Julia and said, “I will be in bed waiting for you.”

Julia nodded, finished her coffee and followed Kelly to bed.

“I love you,” Kelly said.

“I love you Julia said.

That was how the book ended.

Cassie was happy with it and CK was happy Cassie liked it. Cassie did some minor fixes then sent it to the publisher.

CK stayed with Cassie until the next round of interviews began. CK had been gone for two days when she called Cassie.

“Hey, are you busy?”

“The usual, too many manuscripts piled up.”

“You know, most of these trips are very boring, so boring you could in fact come with me and still be able to work.”

“Yeah, right. You would end up well outside the personal perks zone if you had company.”

“What if I prefer the company to the perks?”

“What are you saying?”

“OK, I miss you and want you with me. You can do your editing in a nicely appointed hotel room and be treated to dinner at nice restaurants. And the best part is that one who loves you will make sure you know you are loved.”

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“I will be there tonight.”

“Thank you. We can get married when we end up in New Mexico.”

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I’m 36 years old; naive I’m not, but I’ve never found myself longing for someone as much as I did for Sarah. I’ll try to explain.

I’m a writer. Not a ‘proper’ writer as my mum would call it, I’m a freelance medical writer; I write up professional research, do the odd journal piece, even find myself penning marketing stuff. I enjoy it, and it certainly pays the bills. I like working from home and I love my house. I live in an old lodge, what used to be the gatehouse for a larger home, now long gone. In its place are a series of ‘executive homes’; large, red brick, conventional…boring. Ok, now I sound like a snob, but I watched them being built and I watched them slowly fill with 2.4 kid families and I just got on with my life. Until the moment Sarah moved in.

I was working one morning, I think around 9am, when I saw the large removal van slowly negotiate the narrow lane. I’m not sure what prompted my interest, what made me get up, but I wandered into my spare room and looked through the window. Idly I watched the lorry stopping outside the last of the new houses nearest to mine and my attention was captured by the woman with her reddish hair held up in a ponytail, wearing jeans and a too large sweatshirt. She looked nice; ordinary. I went back to work.

I’m not massively sociable; I pop into the office a couple of times a week, meet with friends, play hockey at the weekend but I normally won’t readily get together with strangers. So it was slightly out of character later that day when I decided to introduce myself to my new neighbours. With a bottle of red in hand by way of welcome I crossed the street. She answered the door, looking tired and small in her oversized top, and blushed delightfully when I offered the wine. She was shy, I figured that immediately and a little nervous in her new surroundings but she invited me in. She was alone, her husband was working elsewhere, and the place was a mess; half opened boxes and furniture piled about. And it was dark, really dark inside, but she explained that she had no power yet. Or water.

Maybe I was imagining it but she looked vulnerable, in a sad sort of defeated way. I should have ignored the thumping my heart made. I should have made noises of commiseration and walked away leaving her with her wine in the dark. Of course I didn’t: I found myself offering her the use of my hot water, offering to make her a meal, offering to dig out the camping lights in the garage. And if only she had said no thanks, that she would be fine. Only she didn’t. She smiled, and while she was accepting and offering her grateful thanks, her smile transformed her tired face and I caught a glimpse of the woman underneath.

Back home I moved with record speed; tidying the kitchen, picking up towels abandoned on the bathroom floor — you know the score, we’ve all done it. Digging through the freezer, will lasagne be ok? Oh fuck, I have no salad! The cat cast his baleful gaze from the window sill at my frenzied activity and I giggled; I was acting like a teenager on a first date. I have to admit that thought sobered me up!

A slightly different woman stood in my kitchen gently towelling her hair. Pink and fresh from her shower, her eyes in the light were grey and her auburn hair really dark when wet. Wearing dark cargo pants low on her hips and a t-shirt she was…oh well, she was gorgeous.

I poured some wine while the food gave off its warm and comforting smell from the oven. We moved to the living room, she chatted amiably. The cat, lap whore that he is, settled on hers; I swear he smirked at me. And then, with that sense of timing that all editors must have as a default to ruin writer’s lives, mine phoned. I apologised and retired to the kitchen to take the call. Alison, my editor, is a nit-picking, finicky, hyper-critical bitch. Ok, she’s not, I love her to bits, but her timing sucks. After 25 minutes I finally put down the phone, rescued dinner and went back to my guest. She was fast asleep, not really surprising I suppose having been working hard all day on her own. She was curled up on my large squishy sofa with Monty draped gracefully across her. In her deep slumber she looked so pretty. A small smile seemed to play across her slightly open lips and the dark shadows under her eyes had all but disappeared. I noticed tiny freckles scattered over her nose and a faded scar under her chin. My breath caught as I looked at her.

Do you believe in love at first sight? I don’t. Or rather I didn’t. Maybe third or fourth sight then, who knows. But standing over Sarah, fast asleep on my sofa, I believe I fell in love at that moment. It wasn’t lust – that feeling I know well enough to interpret. It was deep warmth in my chest my stomach, my limbs. No, I’m not explaining it correctly, actually I’m not sure I can, but I casino şirketleri was aware of it and tried to shake it off but it wouldn’t go.

She slept for about 40 minutes and woke flustered and embarrassed. I saw a flash of something in her eyes for just a second. I remember thinking it looked like fear, but it passed quickly. We drank some wine and ate some luke-warm pasta. She was nice and chatty I found I loved her slightly quirky sense of humour. She was a teacher, she specialised in special needs kids and she looked and sounded as if she had endless patience. It took effort on my part to relax, reminding myself constantly that she was married and straight, and I had no business in finding myself attracted to her. When she left, with my biggest flashlight and a camping lantern I almost heaved a sigh of relief.

She returned the lights the next evening along with a bunch of flowers. I was drawn to her again despite myself, wanted to spend time with her but she refused coffee. Her husband Tim had arrived, and with her quick and slightly restless movements I assumed she was anxious to get back to him. It was slightly crushing and I tried not to look at her as she retreated, mentally telling myself to get over this as quickly as possible.

But you know how it is with neighbours; sometimes you can’t help but run into them. I met her husband, tall and good looking in his expensive suit, striding out to his 7 series BMW. I hated him on sight and yes, I know that sounds immature, but there was something so definitively arrogant about him. But it became apparent that he worked away quite a bit, and I began to notice that Sarah seemed to be very approachable when he was away and almost invisible when he was around.

One afternoon, she sat in my kitchen while I made coffee. She was quietly chatting, talking about work and absentmindedly scratching behind Monty’s ears. I was staring, I know I was. I thought she was just so pretty, in a quiet unassuming way and I would have given anything to tuck that stray lock of hair behind her ear. I felt mildly fragile, her proximity causing a delicious throb deep within me. I knew the feeling well and turned and gave my full attention to the coffee machine while allowing the rush of desire to whirl through me. She couldn’t see, couldn’t know, but I allowed myself a tiny indulgence and embraced desire before her voice carried me back to reality. I focused once more and shoved my longing away, somewhere deep. And I remember telling myself that this really was a situation I neither needed nor wanted and I decided to do something about it.

Do you think I did? Of course I didn’t. I could have moved, sure, but I loved my place, it was home. I tried relationships; a disastrous fling with a girl from the hockey club who was sweet but too young and the whole thing collapsed into bewilderment. Would you believe this went on for nearly 18 months? Including a Christmas party where presents were exchanged with kisses and the scent she wore nearly made me lose my mind. It was ridiculous but I lived with it; I couldn’t help myself.

He left her in August. She arrived in the garden unexpectedly one evening. It was hot and humid and the sky was low with storm clouds. I wasn’t surprised to see her, she often popped over unannounced, but her body language was so odd. I opened some cold white wine and we sat while she calmly told me. He’d been seeing someone for about 6 months, at work. And that afternoon he had coolly packed some stuff and told her he was leaving her, they were over. Sarah was matter-of-fact, chin in her palm as she drank three large glasses of wine. I was shocked in a way, not that he had gone; I’d always disliked him and his apparent self importance. What amazed me was Sarah’s calm acceptance, almost as though she was glad or had been expecting it.

At the first rumble of thunder we both stood. It seemed natural for me to hug her, I was her friend. So when she kissed me I was, well…I was shocked into immobility. The glass I was holding slipped and the noise it made hitting the terrace was loud and awful. We both jumped apart and she took my blank look and rigid stance as disgust. Her beautiful pale face flushed with colour and her grey eyes widened and I was strangely incapable of thought or movement. Believe me, she ran – and it was several moments before I remembered how to breath and realised what kind of idiot I was.

So I followed her route across the road, breaking into a run as the heavens opened and huge splats of summer rain started to fall. It’s amazing how rain can hurt sometimes, but I was almost oblivious. Sarah’s front door wasn’t locked and I entered without knocking. It was a large open hallway and I saw her immediately, perched on the bottom of the stairs. She was crying; not sobbing, just letting the tears fall silently down her pretty face and she managed to choke out something that sounded like ‘I’m so sorry.’

You know, in my imagination I had played out a thousand times how I would declare my desire for her; how we would kiss passionately and make sweet love and live happily ever after. I know…right!?! Reality casino firmaları bites a little differently. I only knew one thing; I seriously didn’t want to mess this up. Deciding honesty was the best policy I knelt on the wooden floor in front of her. I didn’t try to touch her or wipe away her tears. I simply told her the truth. The truth about me and my own sexuality. The truth about my feelings for her. The simple truth that I had decided that nothing would ever happen between us and that when it did…I panicked. I told her she was beautiful, that she took my breath away and that I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms. And then I told her that I would go back home, and if she was sure she knew what she was doing she could find me there.

Crossing the road soaked me, it was raining so hard. I found myself doing the same thing she’d done. I sat on the bottom of my stairs and I prayed very, very hard.

It worked.

The door slowly opened and a slightly bedraggled Sarah quietly slipped through. We spent a few moments looking at each other. Her tears were gone but her eyes were red. She was nervous and unsure, but she was here. I can’t remember a moment when I felt so edgy, so hesitant, and subsequently did the thing that felt the most natural. I walked to her and wrapped her in a gentle hug, pressing my arms around her back and my face to her wet hair. Slowly she responded and her body pushed against mine while her hands moved to my neck and buried themselves in my short dark hair. I reluctantly moved away and took her hand, pulling her to the living room telling her that we needed to talk, but she said she didn’t want to. The look she gave me told me exactly what she wanted even if she didn’t know it herself. My heart was thudding hard in my chest when I kissed the side of her face, relaxing when she acquiesced. Her soft cheek was a smooth against mine, my lips found hers, and when my tongue touched the corner of Sarah’s mouth I heard the tiniest of moans escaped her.

I’ve made love in a hurry before; I’ve let passion or lust flood over me and allowed myself to get lost in it. This was so different. Time seemed to slow, every movement seemed measured. I was certain that this was Sarah’s first time with a woman and wouldn’t rush; easier said than done when trying to ignore the fire burning over your skin and between your legs. Sarah allowed herself to be guided but was not impassive. She kissed me back; her tongue danced against mine and traced my teeth. She found a weakness when she licked along the edge of my bottom lip and gripped me tighter when my knees threatened to buckle.

We paused for a moment, our foreheads resting together, and I told her I wanted to make love too her — half expecting her to turn and run away again. But she didn’t run; her hands cupped my face and she whispered that she wanted that too. I was almost weak with desire as we made our way upstairs, kissing, touching, tugging at clothing. Whatever reticence she may have shown disappeared when I dragged my t-shirt over my head. I’m small, I often go bra-less and Sarah’s eyes were immediately drawn to me with my dark nipples tight and hard with excitement. I took her hand and placed her warm palm against my breast, biting my lip against the rush of pleasure that screamed through my body. She touched and caressed, bringing her other hand up to mirror her movements, and all the while her eyes seemed to devour me.

I managed to keep some focus while I removed the rest of her clothes and we tumbled onto the bed still kissing and clutching at each other. My hands were travelling over her, tracing her fair skin, feeling her tremble under my touch. She was silent as I explored her body but she wriggled as I kissed down her neck and began to writhe as my lips brushed over her soft pale breasts. I was in heaven touching her; she had a lithe slim body, full breasts and such silky soft skin. I wanted to search every inch of her, find all the places that made her gasp. I could hear her breathing change as my hand traced over her tummy and lower through her soft short curls. With one finger I gently investigated lower, lightly brushing over her clit. Her loud strangled cry filled the room and suddenly she was climaxing, her body jerking under me.

I’m not sure who was more surprised, she or I, to find herself so aroused that quickly but suddenly she was crying. Her tears became sobs, noisy and choked and her arms covered over her eyes. I thought I understood, at least I hoped I did; passion and tears can be so closely connected, so I cuddled with her and soothed her and gradually she calmed down. Kissing the tears from her face, she said the same thing over, three times or more — ‘I had no idea.’ It confirmed to me that the tears were a rush of emotion, a feeling that can well up and overwhelm for an instant — I know, it’s happened to me too.

She reached into my heart at that moment. Her muted cries of passion, her tears, her soft warm body; I wanted more of her. I wanted to protect her and please her and love her. My kisses covered her face and I tasted her tears, I moved down to her throat and let güvenilir casino my lips linger over her pulse point, strong and steady. She was completely relaxed, her fingers in my hair and her grey eyes on me as her breathing returned to normal. Looking up and seeing her watching me I couldn’t help but smile. My reward was a brilliant wide grin that made me burst into giggles and suddenly we were both laughing and wrestling over the bed, the sexual tension lessened for a moment.

That though was short lived; her leg found its way between mine and I made the kind of low groan that cannot be misinterpreted and soon we were kissing again, deep, delicious kisses that made my temperature rise. I couldn’t keep still, I couldn’t keep my hands or my mouth off her skin and gradually I found myself going lower and lower encouraged by the tiny breathy gasps she made when she realised what I was going to do. The skin of her inner thigh was a whisper against my cheek as I paused, taking in the sight of her and breathing in her soft feminine scent. The moment my lips touched her she started to squirm and where she moved I followed. The moment my tongue dipped gently inside her she cried out and I couldn’t help myself from echoing her.

I explored her lips and soft folds and she writhed and I loved her movements and her cries and her taste. Once again her fingers were in my hair holding me and her knees were high leaving her fully open to my lips and tongue. I could feel the orgasm building in her, from the trembling in her thighs to the sweetness flooding my tongue. I tried to slow, to prolong it but there passes a point of no return and before long her back was arching off the bed and her cries were impossibly sexy. Sarah came for a wonderfully long time and I slowed my tongue to soft caresses as she relaxed, and then just kisses; along her thigh and over her tummy, gradually making my way up to her.

Leaning over Sarah, with her eyes half open, heavy and sexy; her face flushed and her freckles glowing. Closing in for a kiss, when this gorgeous girl tells you in a voice low and husky with desire that what just happened was the most wonderful thing she has ever experienced. How would you feel? Chose your hero — that’s what I felt like; fabulous, fantastic, magnificent all wrapped up in a turned on body.

I lay pressed close to her, propped up on one elbow tracing the features of her face with a finger. She took my hand and pressed it to her mouth. I shivered when I felt her tongue on my palm, her teeth on my wrist. She pushed me onto my back and sat up over me. On her knees Sarah gazed down at me, her fingers outlining my lips and my chin and then down towards my breasts. Her eyes devoured me. I was biting my lip as her hands brushed over my hard nipples; sensations, glorious sensations coursed down my torso, burning between my legs. I could feel even more wetness leaking from me as my excitement increased.

With her hand sliding down over my tummy Sarah’s eyes burned into mine, as if asking for permission. I would have pleaded and begged but her hand dipped lower, slowly almost tentatively opening me up and then amazingly and wonderfully pushing up inside of me. Oh god… it felt so good and my legs widened and my back arched and she actually asked me ‘is this ok?’ Somehow through my babbling she inferred it, her finger slowly dragging in and out of me while her thumb brushed against my very swollen and sensitive clit.

She had a look of intense concentration on her face and the effect on me was astonishing as this beautiful inexperienced girl coaxed me slowly but inexorably towards a huge climax. I felt it building, I told her, I implored her not to stop; I think I screamed her name as it hit. She didn’t slow down, she didn’t speed up; her constantly moving fingers prolonged my pleasure and gave me one of the most intense orgasms of my life leaving my heart thumping and my nipples so hard they were almost painful. I pulled her towards me and we both lay still breathing heavily. The heat of our love making and the hot and humid night left our skin sweaty and our hair damp, but that just added to the eroticism. The rest of the night was perfect, we dozed, we talked, we giggled and we made love again, finally falling into a deep and exhausted sleep ignoring the thunder that continued to rumble throughout the night.

I woke first in the morning and lay very still listening to Sarah’s quiet breathing next to me. She was flat on her back, one leg crooked over mine with both her arms flung over her head. My first thought was to snuggle as close as I could get, to breathe in her morning scent and plant kisses on her warm skin. I was reticent for whatever reason; sober mornings can often bring with them a change of heart and I think I was mentally bracing myself for hers. So I turned and watched her slowly wake up. I watched her rub her nose and then rub both fists into her eyes like a child. I saw her grey eyes open and blink with the realisation of her surroundings. I saw her turn towards me and simultaneously stretch widely and pull me to her — and I knew everything would be ok. We lay close with our arms around each other and I searched her face with my eyes, hardly able to believe this lovely young woman was here with me. I was considering my next move when my furry accessory thudded heavily onto the bed and loudly demanded breakfast.

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“He cheated on me!”

She cries. Mandy thinks desperately for something to say, something that will make Paula feel better, something that will ease the pain, but she can’t think of anything. Instead, she pulls her best friend close, and lets her cry against her shoulder. She caresses Paula’s beautiful hair; it’s soft and curly and the same colour as chestnuts. She kisses the soft waves and ringlets, lifts up Paula’s head and kisses her forehead, her wet eyes, her blushing cheeks.

“He’s an asshole,” she whispers. “You deserve someone better.”

Paula sobs, and dries her nose with the back of her hand.

“You’re so sweet,” she mumbles. “What would I do without you?”

The rain grows stronger outside the window. Mandy wraps a blanket around Paula, and gets out of the sofa. She lights the candles on the coffee table, and gets a bottle of wine and two glasses out of the kitchen. She returns to the sofa and curls up under the blanket, close to Paula. She pours them both a glass of wine, and hands one of them to Paula.

“I knew there was something wrong when he suddenly had to work overtime casino siteleri every week,” says Paula. “So I went down there tonight and walked in on him and one of the girls from the accounting department, humping on top of his desk!”

She cries again.

“That bastard!”

Mandy washes down her anger with a mouthful of wine.

“I never want to see him again!”

“You shouldn’t. Just tell him he’s busted, and that it’s over between you two.”

Paula empties her glass. She’s still sobbing quietly. Mandy strokes her knee repeatedly.

“I shouldn’t cry like this,” says Paula. “I’m getting a headache.”

“You should get some sleep,” says Mandy. “Come here, you’ll sleep in my bed, I’ll tuck you in.”

Paula doesn’t protest. Soon, she’s lying in Mandy’s bed, dressed in nothing but her panties. Mandy tucks her in like she was a little girl.

“Stay with me,” Paula whispers. “I don’t want to be alone.”

“Let me just turn the lights off,” says Mandy. “I’ll be right back.”

She turns off the lights in the other rooms, then comes back to the bedroom. She slot oyna takes off her jeans and socks, but keeps her T-shirt and her boxershorts on. She crawls into bed. It’s narrow, only made for one person, and she has to lie close to Paula. The latter sobs pathetically, and Mandy puts her arm under Paula’s head, to let her sleep on her arm. Their breasts are pressed against each other.

“You’re the greatest,” Paula whispers.

“You’re a doll,” Mandy answers, and kisses Paula on the lips, lightly.

Paula kisses her back. Suddenly, she moves her hand to rest around Mandy’s neck, and she puts her tongue into Mandy’s mouth. Paula’s tongue is small and pink and wet, and it tastes sweet. Mandy marvels at how much softer a girl’s mouth is than that of a boy. Paula is soft all over. Mandy caresses her curvy, feminine body with the smooth, warm, tanned skin. Her hands go down to Paula’s breasts, so different from her own small tits. Paula’s breasts are big and round, and feel soft and elastic to squeeze. She rolls one of Paula’s nipples between her thumb and index finger, gently lay her down, and tower over canlı casino siteleri her as she bends down to taste the chocolate-coloured nipple. It’s small and hairless, not at all like a man’s nipple. It hardens in her mouth. Paula moans and arches her back to offer her chest to Mandy, who moves one hand down Paula’s body, lets it slide against the smooth skin of Paula’s flat belly, and down inside her panties.

She knows this body, it’s just like her own, and she knows what feels good. Her fingers are slow and gentle, they spread the thick, hairy lips and slide in between them, slide in between silky-smooth pink folds. She buries one finger into Paula’s opening. Paula moans and stretches her arms up over her head in a lazy, sensual movement. Mandy penetrates her cave a couple of times, to wet her fingers, and then she moves up to the main part, the clit. She draws geometric shapes on it, varies the direction and the speed until she finds one that makes Paula’s parted thighs tremble wit excitement. She sticks to that one, and teases Paula with it, plays with her, until Paula jerks her lower body up in the air, panting and crying. She does it again, two more times, and then she scoops Paula up in her arms and lets her rest her head against Mandy’s chest. She puts her arms around Paula, and the girls doze off to sleep, both very tired.

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The next day dawned bright and warm and I eagerly made my way out onto the property as early as I could escape the house. It was hot enough outside that I needed no more than a day dress with my shift underneath, though I rolled a shawl into my basket just in case. It was the first time in months that I’d been able to stand out in the sun without the world rocking beneath me. I found myself wandering the grounds, marveling at the fields of growth, the trees at the edge, and most spectacularly, the clearing just a little ways into the woods full of an array of wild flowers that I had never seen before. I had made my way out to look for berries, but instead I filled my basket with the rainbows of color that greeted me in that clearing. I walked back and forth until the basket was heaping and then sat down in the center of it all, marveling at the loveliness around me. It was incredible. Never in my life had I seen something so beautiful.

At least that’s what I thought. A hand touched my shoulder and I turned to look up at Safara. I could feel my entire face light up, knew she could see the sparkle of delight in my eyes because it was mirrored in hers. She brushed her fingers against my cheek and then leaned down to gently kiss my lips. It was even better than I had remembered, soft and sweet, her hands against my face, dark against my pale flesh. She tumbled me onto the bed of flowers, her fingers making quick work of the stays on my dress, slipping me free of it before pulling off my slip. I felt her hands slide away from my body and opened my eyes to see her gazing down at me, a strange sort of expression on her face.

“You, little one, are amazing,” she murmured, “my Kumani.” As she whispered this, she came down to kiss me again. I allowed my lips to part, gave her access to me as her fingers found access elsewhere, sliding into the slick passage, moist and ready for her touch. I was soaring. The encounter two nights prior had been rushed, a quick taste of what we could have. This casino oyna was different. She took her time as she pressed her lips to my throat, placing soft kisses along my flesh, fingers thrusting into me with meticulous care. Each time it felt as if I might be close to completion, she would slow, gently stroking along the slippery lips until I had calmed down. She knew how to drive me wild. I was so far gone, I barely noticed as her lips made contact with my chest and I startled when they wrapped around the firm bud of my nipple, teeth nipping lightly. She curved her fingers slightly, pressing against the soft bud of nerves and I saw stars, flew over the edge and only because she caught me was I able to recover myself. She drew her fingers slowly out of me, running her large hand over my mound and then bringing them to her lips, gazing into my eyes as she licked them clean.

“Safara…” I whispered, watching her in wonderment. My seductress, how quickly she had me wrapped around her finger… literally. She returned her attention to my chest, using one hand to support herself while the other ran firmly along my side, her lips fastened around pert flesh. She bit again, harder than before and I was shocked at how the small pain seemed to intensify everything, make the pleasure that much greater. I had no interest in harsher pleasures, but the press of her teeth on my flesh, the gentle dig of her nails against my hip were almost innocent, exciting things. As she kissed her way across my chest, to give the other nipple equal attention, I kept a loving eye on her. I was captivated by the shimmer of the sunlight on her skin, the movement of her hair, short and curly, tousled by the wind. I could hardly believe that it was her lips, thick and full, that were touching my skin. It felt like a dream.

She rose finally to steal a kiss from me, one I gave willingly, melted into, reaching up to peel her vest away from her strong chest, marveling at how natural she appeared in her men’s clothes, completely slot oyna at ease with the world. I placed my hands flat against her chest above those small perfect breasts, examining for the first time the contrast between us. Years of gentle living with little need for running around outside had left my skin ivory and until I met Safara, I had thought it beautiful. Now I felt terribly sallow, too pale by half. I had always thought myself too thin — the most beautiful women of the time were curvaceous creatures and even corsets had always done little to help my lack of curves — and now I worried that the lack of work had left me soft, for though I was not out of shape, neither could I compare to the hardness of my beloved. When she broke the kiss to watch my fingers trail over her skin, her look told me otherwise and I knew I needed to be nothing more than what I was, because she found me beautiful. When my fingers brushed across the hard dark nubs, she exhaled sharply and dug her nails lightly into my side, raising me off the ground with a startled gasp. I cupped her breasts gently in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples, lower lip caught between my teeth.

“Such concentration,” she chuckled, “what makes you think so hard little Lily?” she rarely used my Christian name, it made me look up, meet her eyes and blush.

“I… don’t want to do it wrong,” I admitted shyly. This made her laugh harder and she rolled onto her back, drawing me in against her side. Startled, I could only lay in the circle of her arms, wondering why what I’d said was so amusing.

“Lily,” she murmured, “nothing you do is wrong, that much I can promise,” she tipped my chin up with two fingers, kissing me lightly, “you are my Kumani, we fit together like the sun and moon. Let it come naturally,” she pressed her lips to my forehead and relaxed.

For a long time we lay there on the pile of crushed flower, basking in the ability to just be together.

“Safara?” I asked softly

“Yes?”

“What’s canlı casino siteleri your Christian name?” I felt her stiffen in my arms

“Why?”

I hesitated before explaining, “My uncle has assigned a girl to ‘take care of me’ and I thought perhaps… I should suggest she be replaced? Perhaps… with you? But I doubt he’s bothered learning any of the workers…” here she interrupted me,

“Slaves, Lily. Calling us workers suggests that your uncle pays us, suggests we might be human beings,” she looked down at me, “and you doubt he’s learned any of our birth names? You’re right,” she stroked my hair, contemplating, then finally spoke again, “Sarah. My Christian name is Sarah,”

“I didn’t mean any insult by calling you workers,” I said softly. She shook her head.

“I know. It’s a touchy subject,” she murmured. We were silent again for some time, watching the sun move across the sky. It wasn’t until sunset that we moved.

“They’ll be missing us,” Safara said finally, helping me to my feet as she rose. When I was on my feet, she drew me into a crushing kiss, barely an inch between us. I clutched at her arms, nearly forgetting that we had to get back to the house, so intoxicated by her was I. As we parted, laughing and breathless, she looked down at me and grinned, brushing her fingers over my bare shoulders.

“Might want to get back into your dress,” she teased, “your uncle may not be impressed.” I looked down, startled that I had somehow forgotten my nudity, flushing and moving to cover myself.

“Don’t…” she said hoarsely, grasping my hands, “if I had it my way, you’d be naked all the time, you don’t need to cover yourself in front of me.” She picked up my slip, gently helping me into it, hands lingering too long on my body. I couldn’t blame her; I hesitated the same way when I slid her vest over her shoulder. I pulled my dress on and she laced the stays with the same confidence she had unlaced them, smoothing the material over my hips and passing me my basket.

“I’ll see you soon my Kumani,” she murmured, pressing her lips to my forehead and disappearing the opposite direction, leaving me as I turned towards the house and began my walk home.

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