Message-ID: <20895eli$9904010430@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dick Goesinya" Subject: Ann Douglass Stories 2/3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990401031837.13923.qmail@hotmail.com> Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com This is a collection of Ann Douglas Stories in three parts. It is posted as a collection for the convenience of readers. Thanks to Ann Douglas for writing the stories. His Best Friend's Secret Part One "Hey Craig, you down there?" Matt Harris called out as he started down the basement staircase. "I'm in back, Matt," called out a strong masculine voice from the bottom of the stairs. "Come on down." Quickly, the five-foot-eight teenager made his way down the stairs leading to the basement of the Longwood house. The room at the foot of the steps had been converted to a small apartment, complete with kitchenette and bath. It was exactly the kind of place Matt wished he had in his own house. It was the first time he had been down here. Previously Craig's parents had rented out the small room, but turned it over to Craig two weeks ago as a graduation present. He was still in the process of moving in. "I'm in here, Matt," came the voice from the outer room. As Matt stepped through the doorway, he could see that this half of the basement was much more like the one in his own house: rough, bare cement walls, exposed pipes, ceiling beams. Part of the basement had been converted to storage bins. Another third was taken up by the boiler and water heater. All the way in the back, near the outer door, was a weight bench and several rows of barbells. It was on that bench that he found his friend. "I'll be with you in a few minutes." Craig puffed as he lifted the heavy barbell as high as he could. "I only have a few more sets and I'm done." "No problem," Matt replied as he looked down on the muscular youth on the bench. "I guess I'm a little early, anyway." Craig Harris, at eighteen, was six months older than Matt. He was also five inches taller and about twenty pounds heavier. Clad only in a thin pair of blue gym trunks, most of his tanned body was exposed to view. More than half the girls in their graduating class would've been willing to drop their pants in a minute if they were standing in Matt's place. The younger teen took a moment to add up the weights on the barbell Craig was using, quickly deciding that it was far more than he could ever lift. It wasn't that the blonde-haired young man wasn't in good shape. In fact, he had been on the high school's baseball team. Matt had more of a lean, athletic build, while Craig had been working out with weights since his early teens and had played football for that long as well. He watched his friend complete a few more sets and realized with a small shock that he was staring at the steams of sweat running down his well-developed chest and arms. "Why don't I take a look at the computer while you finish up here?" Matt said as he began to turn away. "Good idea," Craig said, as he paused for a moment with the heavy weight again fully extended at arm's length. "All the stuff my uncle sent over is piled up on my desk." Back in the small apartment, Matt sat down on the computer, which had been set up on the desk and hit the on switch. It wasn't long before the screen came to life and filled with the old familiar windows 3.1 setup. The computer had been given to Craig by his uncle when he got a newer system. The computer wasn't the top of the line model that you'd find if you walked into any store today, but it was more than Craig needed. Matt was a firm believer that no one really needed all of that crap that was stuffed into computers nowadays-at least not for home use. He picked up the spec sheet and quickly ran it down: 33 MHz cpu, 8 Megs RAM, 540M hard drive. It was still a good machine, no matter what anyone said. It fact, the only reason Craig's uncle had gotten a new one was that the older machine had a problem with a lot of the new upgrades that he wanted to hook up. It was cheaper in the long run to just buy a new one. The one upgrade that the young man was glad to see was the 28.8 bps modem that Craig's uncle had put in. The spec sheet said that it had originally come with a 2400 bps modem. Matt cringed at the thought of showing his friend how to get online at that speed. He quickly brought up the File Manager and checked what was in the hard drive. "Over 300 Megs available," Matt thought, then smiled. "They did a good job of cleaning up the drive." The last time he had volunteered to help a friend set up an old computer, the drive had been so crammed full of junk that it had taken him hours just to delete all of it. Since the main thing that Craig was interested in was getting online, Matt brought up the copy of Netscape that had been left. The account information in its memory still belonged to Craig's uncle, so Matt deleted it and entered the info for his own online account. Once Craig learned how to get around online, he'd call up TIAC and get his friend his own account. "Now where did he put those notes?" he asked himself as he searched a desk filled with manuals and printed sheets. "Craig could learn a few things about organization." Finally he spotted the folder he was looking for on the far edge of the desk. He reached out for it, but bumped the pile of papers and the folder fell behind the dresser, next to the desk. "Shit," he muttered as he got up out of the chair to retrieve it. Matt had to pull the bureau out a little to reach down and behind it. He spotted the folder resting next to a pile of magazines that must have fallen down there earlier on. "Craig really has to learn how to pick up," Matt laughed, as he grabbed both the folder and the books, pulling them up. Dropping the four magazines onto the nearby bed, the red- shirted young man was about to turn his attention back to the computer when the title of one periodical caught his eye. "Fuck!" he exclaimed loudly, before he could check himself. He quickly looked over his shoulder to see whether his friend had heard him. After a few seconds Matt turned his attention back to the magazine. The banner on the top read "Hombre." Underneath it was a picture of a well-developed Hispanic man wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. Flipping through the pages of the book, Matt saw that it was filled with similar pictures of men. Only they weren't wearing any jeans. They weren't wearing anything else, for that matter. "Damn," he whispered to himself, ever conscious of his friend's presence in the outer room. Matt quickly picked up the second book. It was called "Ebony and Ivory." Unlike the first magazine, this one had much more than nude shots. The men in this book were black and white and they were engaged in various sexual activities. He stopped on one page in particular that showed a young white teen, who couldn't be more than eighteen years old, kneeling in front of a muscular black man in his forties. The young man had his mouth wrapped firmly around the older man's cock. Fueled by curiosity, he turned to another publication called "Young Men In Lust." Unlike the other two books, this had no articles. It was filled, instead, with glossy pictures of teenaged boys having sex with each other. All of the boys in the book looked to be about his and Craig's age. In fact, there was a picture of a young man taking a cock up his ass that Matt thought looked a little like him. So much, in fact, that the picture, following all the others, had given him a hard-on. He was about to see what the last book was about when he heard steps behind him. "How are you making out, buddy?" Craig asked as he stepped into the room, drying his face with a small towel. "Got it all ready to ..." The tall, dark-haired athlete stopped in mid-word as he looked at his friend sitting on the bed and spotted the magazine spread open to a two-page centerfold. The picture was of two guys in a tight embrace, sharing a hard kiss while at the same time playing with each other's cock. "Where did you get those...?" Craig asked in a slow, hesitant voice. "I found them behind the dresser," Matt explained, a little ashamed to have been found looking at them. "One of the folders fell behind there and I had to move it to pick it up." The color seemed to fade from Craig's face, despite the tan he had been working on since the beginning of the Summer. The look on his face was one few people had ever seen, one of utter devastation. In one brief catastrophic moment, his entire aura of self-confidence was gone. "I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing with magazines like that?" he asked in a defeated voice. "What you're doing...?" Matt repeated. "You mean, these are yours?" "Whose did you think they were?" Craig asked in return, cursing himself for not thinking. He might've be able to explain them away if he hadn't said anything.. "I thought they might've belonged to the guy who was renting this place from your parents. The way they were wedged in against the wall, I figured he'd dropped them there and forgot them when he moved out." "Oh shit, shit, shit," Craig muttered as he realized that Matt hadn't made what he thought was the obvious connection-that the books were his. "Are you really into stuff like this?" Matt finally asked. Craig took a few deep breaths. Deep down, he knew that some day it might come out. But not, he had hoped, for a long, long time. How were people going to react when they found out that Craig Harris, high school jock, rumored to have screwed half the girls on the cheerleader squad, was instead a cock-sucking faggot? "Matt, I don't really know how to explain this," he began. "I guess maybe I should've told you, but I ..." "Craig." His younger friend cut him off. "It's okay." Craig just looked at him in confusion. "Hey pal, you're my friend," Matt said with a smile. "Nothings going to change that." "Shit, Matt. You don't know how glad it makes me feel to hear you say that!" the taller teen said. "Have you ever really done any of this stuff?" Matt asked as he motioned to the magazines spread out on the bed. "Some," Craig said, the relief in his voice now more evident. "I've been with a few guys." He paused for a moment and added, "You know what's strange? It was harder to admit that just now than it was to actually get the nerve to do it in the first place." "You know, I can understand that," Matt replied, as he flipped through a few pages of the glossy book. "Even though we've been friends like forever, this isn't something you've really told anyone, is it?" "No, it's not," Craig said, realizing just how lucky he was to have a friend like Matt. "You ever done anything like this?" Matt asked as he stopped at one large full-page picture. Craig leaned over to look and saw that it was the photo that had so interested Matt earlier-the one in which the guy that was being fucked resembled Matt a little. "I've ... I've fucked two guys," he answered, again hesitantly. "Is it bothering you that I'm asking these questions?" Matt asked. "Should I just shut the fuck up?" By this time, Craig was sitting on a stool only a foot away from Matt. He thought about the question and said, "You know, it's still a little hard to answer questions like that. But, it feels better to have finally told someone. A chance to be honest for a change." Matt suddenly turned away from Craig and got up from the bed. He stared at the computer for a few seconds, lost in thought. Craig took his move to be a sudden reconsideration of Matt's acceptance of what he'd told him. "Matt..?" he asked. "You okay?" Matt took a few more moments before he turned around. Then he looked at Craig with a shamed look on his face. "Matt?" Craig repeated. "I'm all right," he answered. "I was just thinking about what you said, about being able to be honest for a change." "I don't understand," Craig said. "I was thinking that I should be as honest with you as you've been with me the last ten minutes." "I still don't understand," Craig repeated. "Well, let's just say that if we were in my house instead of here and using my computer instead of yours," Matt began, "you'd find about one hundred megs of pictures on the hard drive that were a lot like the ones in that book." Now it was Craig Harris that stood dumbfounded. It took a few seconds for him to realize what his friend had just told him. "Matt? You're gay?" he finally asked. "I don't know," Matt answered, quickly. "I mean, I've never done anything... But I've been thinking about it for years. I've always been attracted to guys." The two friends just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then, almost simultaneously, they began talking. For the next hour they compared notes, about feelings they had felt growing up and the frustration they'd encountered in being unable to share those emotions with anyone. Matt listened in fascination as Craig told him about his own voyage of discovery and how it had culminated on a trip to Fort Lauderdale over Spring break. He'd had another experience with one of the players on the visitor's team during the all-state championships. "I think the worst part of it all was gym class, especially the showers," Matt said as he took another drink from the can of beer that Craig had produced from the refrigerator during their talk. "All those naked bodies and all. I kept worrying that I was going to get a hard-on and someone would notice." "Yeah, I sometimes thought that way, too," Craig agreed as he took a swig of his own beer. "Even so," Matt went on. "I still liked to sneak a look at the other guys when I could. It was the only chance I got to really see someone else's cock." Craig nodded his head, acknowledging that he'd grabbed his own share of shower glances. "You know what's funny?" Matt said as he finished off the beer. "I think I snuck more looks at you than anyone else in any of my classes." Craig smiled at the admission and took the time to finish off his own beer. He still didn't say anything as he stood up and deposited both beer cans into the small blue recycling bin in the kitchenette. "You know, I usually take a shower after a workout," Craig said, his back to Matt. "You're welcome to join me if you want to get more than just a peek," he added as he turned. The offer took Matt by surprise. As many times as he had stolen looks at Craig, as many times as he had masturbated to erotic fantasies involving him, Matt never imaged that any of those flights of fancy could ever become real. "What do you think?" Craig asked again. Matt wasn't thinking. He was acting on instinct. He crossed the gap between him and Craig in a heartbeat and before the significance of what he was doing could really sink in, he kissed his long-time friend. The feel of Craig's lips against his own brought on a sense of euphoria, coupled with a rising passion. He felt an electric spark when Craig's tongue pressed against his lips and he opened to receive it. If this was going to be his first time, he couldn't have imagined a better partner than Craig. "I take it that's a Yes." Craig grinned. It didn't take the two friends long to get undressed. All Craig had been wearing anyay was his shorts and a jock. Matt hadn't much more, just his own shorts and a matching T-shirt. It would be a tight fit in the small tin shower, but neither of them seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed to enjoy the fact that it was so cramped. Experience showed as Craig's hands explored every part of Matt's body. He stroked the firm flesh, marking each touch with a gentle kiss. What Matt lacked in practice he made up in enthusiasm as he duplicated Craig's motions. A thin layer of soap soon covered each of them, which, coupled with the steady flow of hot water, washed away the grime of Craig's earlier exertions. The firm touch of his friend's hands felt good to Matt as the powerful fingers massaged his neck and shoulders. He felt Craig playfully slide his hands down the length of Matt's back and onto his backside. A moan escaped Matt's lips as he felt his friend's hands slide up under his balls and close around his already hard-cock. It was the first time another guy had held his cock since Jimmy Drake and Matt had jerked each other off in the ninth grade. "Relax and just enjoy it," Craig whispered into his ear as he playfully jerked Matt's cock back and forth. Enjoy it Matt did as the shorter teen closed his eyes and leaned back against his friend. A broad smile came to his lips as he felt the hardness of Craig's cock pressed up against the cheeks of his ass. Matt knew that if Craig kept this up much longer, he'd shoot his load all over the shower wall. He didn't want this new experience to end so soon. He reluctantly pulled Craig's hand away from his cock. Turning around, with Craig's arms still around him, he kissed his first-time lover once more. Then he began to work his way downward, his kisses tracing Craig's smooth, well-defined chest as he bent lower and lower. When he reached his goal his face was only inches from his friend's erect manhood. He took a few moments to study what he quickly decided was a classic example of male perfection. Matt reached out and stoked the underside of Craig's balls, working his fingers up to the base of his cock. Almost reverently, he extended two fingers and ran them up and down the full seven-inch length. He leaned forward and replaced the touch of his fingers with that of his lips as he kissed his way up and down his prize. Matt closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and took jin Craig's hardness. He wanted to enjoy every nuance of the sensations he was feeling. Matt could feel his heart racing as the hot flesh slid in and out of his mouth. The salty taste of Craig's pre-cum on his tongue added a further excitement. Now it was Craig's turn to lean back against the cool tin walls and close his eyes. He'd had better blow jobs, but none had ever meant more to him. It wasn't hard for him to lose himself quickly in the pleasure Matt's mouth was bringing him. For someone who had never done this before, except in his dreams, the guy was damn good. It wasn't long before he was on the verge of an orgasm. "I think I'm going to come..." he said as he closed his eyes even tighter. That was music to Matt's ears. He doubled his efforts. Back in senior year, on one of his few dates with girls in his class, Cathy Bond had given him a blow job. Even though he felt it had been missing something, he had to admit she knew what she was doing. Now, on his knees, with his best friend's cock buried between his cheeks, he tried to remember everything she'd done. Matt clamped his fingers around the base of Craig's cock, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of his tongue, every time he mouthed him whole, caused Craig to feel like he was going to explode. But that feeling paled next to the one that filled Matt at this moment. Matt's own cock was rock-hard between his legs. He let one hand drop down so that he could play with it. He let it slide between his fingers in a gentle motion, giving it just enough attention to bring him some relief from its hardness, but not enough to distract him from the task at hand. Deciding that he had held Craig back as long as he could, Matt released his hold on his ball sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt - a second before it began to shoot into his mouth and throat. He deep-throated Craig's cock one more time, catching every spurt of salty cum. He savored both the taste and the knowledge that this was the first blow job he'd ever given. "Oh God, that was fan-fuckin-tastic!" Craig exclaimed as he reached down and lifted his friend up from the floor of the shower. "It's a fucking crime that we never did this a long time ago." Matt couldn't help but agree as he rested his head against his lover's chest. What would the last few years have been like if they'd only known the feelings they shared? But neither wasted time in regretting what the past might have been like. They both knew it was better to see what they could make of the future. Stepping out of the shower, the two young men quickly dried each other off. Neither really said anything, but it was all either of them could do to keep from giggling. It was like a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders. "I guess we should get dressed before your family gets home," Matt said, a little disappointedly, as he picked up his shorts and underwear and glanced at the clock on the wall. "We don't have to worry about that," Craig replied with a smile. "They went over to Middletown to visit my grandmother. They're not coming home until tomorrow afternoon." "Really?" Matt asked, a rising note of joy in his voice. "In fact, just so I don't have to spend the night in this big empty house alone, why don't you call your mom and see if you can stay over and keep me company?" Craig suggested. "I think she'd go along with that," Matt said and smiled. They decided to go out and grab a burger rather than cook. Matt and Craig wound up at Clancy's Drive-In, a popular hangout from another age. It still served as a magnet for young people from all over. In the short time they were there, Matt must've said hello to at least a half-dozen friends. With each greeting, the same thought came to his mind: did they ever think about being with another guy? How much easier life would be if there was no stigma attached to being attracted to someone of the same sex! But even if half of them had entertained the same kind of thoughts Matt had harbored, the odds were that they'd never admit it. No, they'd just keep it inside and laugh when someone made a joke about faggots. Across the dining room, Matt saw Cathy Bond sitting with a few of her girl friends. He wondered for a moment what her reaction would be if he thanked her for the lesson in how to give good head. When he saw Cathy whisper something in Virginia Carlson's ear, he also wondered how many girls in town felt the same way about their girlfriends as he did about Craig. Matt remembered reading somewhere that, on the whole, girls had an easier time dealing with same-sex relationships than guys did. After all, they were already constantly touching each other, sharing kisses and such. It was less of a leap to intimacy. "Do you want to stop off and get a movie to watch on the VCR?" Craig asked as finished off one of Clancy's famous cheeseburgers. "Sure, if you want," Matt answered absentmindedly. Looking around the room, Matt thought there were a lot of really great-looking guys that hung out here-but none better-looking than the one sitting no more than a few feet across from him. Underneath the table he knew he had a first class hard-on, fueled by the memory of Craig's cock in his mouth and how that and more would be coming later tonight. After paying their bill, they drove over to a small video store on the far side of town. Matt thought this a little strange, because there was a even larger store only a few blocks from Craig's house. Craig said that he knew the man who owned the small shop and would rather give him the business. When they pulled away from the store, Matt saw the owner look out at them through the plate glass window. He realized at that moment that he knew him, too. It was Cathy Bond's father. Part Two It was starting to get dark by the time they got home. Since there wasn't going to be anyone else home tonight, Craig said, they might as well watch the movie on the large screen television in the living room. Why strain looking at a thirteen-inch screen when there was a sixty- incher available? The older youth tossed the tape he had rented into the VCR and went into the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable on the couch while I get us a couple of beers," he called out. Matt sat on the large couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. In a way, he wished that they were watching the film down in Craig's room. He thought he might feel a little funny playing around up here. "Here you go," Craig said, as he handed Matt a beer, grinned at him and plopped down on the sofa next to him. "Grab the remote, will you?" he said as he took his first sip of beer. "It's on the end table next to you." Matt picked it up and looked at it. It was one of those universal jobs that controlled everything. It took a moment to figure out how to turn on the television and then the videocassette player. The screen glowed to life for a moment then faded to black as the lead-in of the videotape played out. "What did you get?" he asked as he opened his own beer and took a taste. "It's a surprise." Craig laughed. "But I think you'll like it." Matt took a longer drink, just as the image on the screen turned from black to a multitude of images. The picture on the screen caused him to suddenly gag and he spit out some of his drink. "Easy," Craig said, laughing. "We don't want you choking. At least, not on the beer." "Shit!" Matt managed to say as he got his breath back. The giant screen was filled with the image of a half-dozen guys of all sizes and colors. They were all nude and engaged in an orgy scene. He had never seen anything like this in his life. "You got this in that video store?" Matt asked incredulously, never taking his eyes off the screen. "That's one of the reasons I go over there," Craig said. "He has a good collection of adult films that never make their way to the counter. Also, for certain customers he doesn't keep a record of what they rent." "Why would he do that?" Matt asked. "Maybe because those customers let him suck their cocks once in a while in the back room of the store. That way, his wife never knows that he has an interest in young guys, too." Matt look at his friend for a moment, then realized that he wasn't kidding. Cathy Bond's father! Damn! "Good movie." He laughed as he turned he attention back to the screen. "I'll be glad to introduce you to Mr. Bond and get you one of his special memberships," Craig replied. "Might not be a bad idea," Matt said, remembereing that Mr. Bond had been in pretty good shape for a man in his forties. The blonde-haired young man then became aware of two things. One, that he had a raging erection, brought on by the movie. Second, that Craig's hand was resting on his cloth-covered cock. "Must be mighty uncomfortable in there," Craig commented as he rubbed his hand up and down the stretched material. "Why don't we let the big guy out so he can breathe?" No sooner said, Craig pulled down Matt's shorts and underwear. The full length of his six-inch hardness sprang to life in the open air. Gently running his hand up and down the sides of Matt's legs, Craig pulled Matt's balls free as well. "Why don't you enjoy the movie while I take care of this?" he said. Matt let out a loud moan as Craig bent over and swallowed his cock. "It's okay," he whispered as he let Matt's pole slide from his mouth. "Just sit back and relax." Instead of sitting back, Matt swung his head from side to side. Despite knowing that they had the whole house to themselves, he needed to satisfy himself that they were truly alone. Satisfied they were safe, he relaxed and enjoyed the image on the screen where a truly gorgeous hunk was duplicating Craig's action and the reality of the mouth on his cock. In his most vivid fantasies, Matt could never have imagined it could feel so good. His mind just seemed to drift among waves of pleasure as he finally sat back and closed his eyes. He was no longer really interested on the celluloid lovers. The soft, warm wetness engulfing his cock was like nothing in his young memory. Like silk, Craig's tongue covered every inch of Matt's shaft before dropping down to his balls. One at a time they disappeared into Craig's mouth, until he released them and returned his attention to Matt's now-glistening dick. Taking its entirety once more into his mouth, Craig applied such pressure that he seemed to draw the very life essence out of Matt's body. On the screen, a trio of guys were nearing their own explosive climax as Craig deep-throated Matt once more. The enthralled teen's body quaked and a sudden rush of energy drained out of every pore in his body. The recesses of Craig's throat filled with the first burst of Matt's warm and salty whiteness. He swallowed it quickly and without hesitation, knowing that there was much more to come. A second wave followed a few moments later. This time, Craig allowed it to fill his mouth, permitting himself time to savor the taste as he whirled his tongue from one side of his mouth to the other. A third spurt he let slide out of the corners of his mouth and down the base of Matt's cock. Then Craig ran his tongue up and down Matt's shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex. Finally, Craig took him in his mouth one last time and began to wash away the last remnants of his efforts. By the time Matt's manhood slipped limply from his mouth not a trace remained. "That was fantastic!" Matt exclaimed as Craig climbed up next to him on the couch. "That was just the warm-up." Craig grinned as he planted a kiss on Matt's lips. In less than a minute, both teens had tossed their clothes on the floor. Their excitement was heightened as they rubbed their bodies against each other. Hands and mouths became interchangeable as they explored each other's hot flesh. "Oh yes, ... yes!" Matt called out as Craig's nimble tongue caressed his nipples. Craig continued to lick and kiss his way back up Matt's slim, muscular form. Again, he kissed him hard, pushing his tongue deep within his friend's mouth. Giving as good as he got, Matt pressed his own tongue into play, playing a sensuous duet with its twin. "Do you remember that picture you were so interested in this afternoon?" Craig whispered into Matt's ear, as he playfully nibbled on it. "The one with the guy who you thought looked like you?" A broad smile filled Matt's face. He knew exactly the picture his friend was talking about-the one of the teenager being fucked in the ass. It had given him a major hard-on as he imagined he was on the receiving end of that stiff cock. "Well, I'm going to fuck that pretty ass of yours just like the guy in the picture," Craig added. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" The smile on Matt's face grew even brighter. It gave Craig all the encouragement he needed. He eased the smaller teen onto his back and lifted his legs high over his own broad shoulders. From beneath one of the cushions, Craig pulled out a small tube he had hidden there earlier. Popping the cap, he squeezed a large measure of clear lubricant into his hands. Then he smeared it across the head of his eager cock and up and down the sides. With a generous amount still all over his fingers, he reached down under Matt's balls and rubbed as much as he could against his friend's tight asshole, pressing his fingers inside to help spread it there also. "Ohhh, that feels nice," Matt said as he reached out and pulled his upraised knees closer to himself, giving Craig better access to his goal. Satisfied that Matt's hole was indeed well-lubricated, Craig took his thick cock and rested it against the entry point. Carefully, he pushed it up and down the smaller teen's cheeks, mixing the lube with his own pre-cum. "Ready?" he asked. "Oh, yeah," came the reply. With a hard push, Craig buried almost half his length inside Matt's ass. Craig couldn't believe the tightness of this virgin ass, or how good it felt around his cock. Then he paused for a moment to let Matt get used to the feeling. Pushing forward, his cockhead slid in as Matt's ass wrapped itself around the gel-covered cock. He slid back a little, drawing it out about an inch, then two, then thrusted forward and buried his shaft deep inside. "Ooooh!" Matt called out, in a mixture of excitement, pain and pleasure. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Craig. I've dreamed of this for so long." Buried as deep inside his friend as he could get, Craig began to slide in and out of the tight hole. A passion born of the friendship they'd shared over the years brought a fire and intensity to his moves. As Matt's hole relaxed more, Craig began to develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke. Matt followed the rhythm, rocking his ass to meet each new thrust. Craig's balls slapped against his friend's ass, his frenzy increasing with each new penetration. Such was his fever that he could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise each time he hit bottom . Even as Craig's cock rammed inside of him again and again, Matt reached down and began to play with his own recently- spent cock. It didn't take much to work it back to a full erection. Craig pumped faster and faster, feeling the rising tide building deep in his balls. Looking down on Matt's face, he was greeted with a look of total euphoria. "Oh yeah, harder...harder," Matt muttered as he pulled on his own cock as fast as Craig was impaling him with his. "I'm gonna come," Matt grunted as he felt his cock grow even stiffer in his hand. Seconds later, the warm sticky fluid erupted from Matt's cock, covering his hand with its whiteness. It was only a small amount, the residue that had remained after Craig's remarkable oral action. Still, the sensation that accompanied its release was as strong as ever. "Now, it's my turn!" Craig panted as he pushed his pulsating cock deep inside Matt one last time. "Ohhh, shitttt!!!" the taller teen yelled as he felt his cock explode like never before. The eruption was enhanced by his knowing that the guy beneath him was not only his friend, but a virgin. His cock was so hard it was almost painful when he shot. Matt called out as well out as he felt the first bursts of hot cum splashing against the inner walls of his ass. Craig continued to pump away as he sent burst after burst of hot whiteness into the tight cavity. It wasn't until he began to feel his cock begin to soften from exhaustion that he stopped his frantic pace. Letting his cock slide free from the constriction that had gripped it, Craig collapsed on top of his lover. Matt was only too happy to take him in his arms and pull him even closer. Gently he kissed him, over and over again. "I think I'm in love." He grinned. "I think you're in lust," Craig said as he smirked back at him. "But that's not bad, either." The two sweat-covered young men lay there for a dreamy half- hour, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. It had been a day of discovery for both of them. But it was only the first of many. END His Girlfriend's Mother by Ann Douglas E-mail: annd@pop.tiac.net Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of the doorbell caused her to glance up at the clock. Ten to eight, she wasn't expecting anyone. With a small sigh she put the book aside and left poor Rachel alone for the first time with her secret love - her father's stableboy. A quick glance out the peephole identified the caller and she quickly undid the deadbolts on the door and opened it wide. Standing before her was a teenage boy, drenched by the rain. "Good Evening, Mrs. Riley," the boy said as he dripped onto the foyer carpet. "Michael Steven Cassidy, what are you doing out in weather like this, you'll catch your death in this downpour." She said as she ushered him inside. "I just wanted to drop off Becky's report for school," he said as he produced a small binder wrapped in plastic from under his soaked jacket. "I promised her I'd proofread it and get it back to her by tonight." "Proofread, is it now." Katie Riley said with skepticism, "Are you sure you didn't just write it for her." The guilty look on his face told her he had. "Well we'll discuss this later," she said as she tossed the report on a nearby table. "First order of business is to get you out of those wet clothes. March yourself into the laundry room and toss all of those things into the dryer. You'll find some of Matt's old things in the basket that you can put on." With a shrug, Michael headed for the laundry room. Putting on a pot of tea while she waited for Michael to change, Katie worked up a few good angry thoughts for her youngest daughter, Becky Ann. Becky had been dating Michael for three months now, a fact which had surprise her from the onset. Michael was nothing like the boys she had usually gown out with. First off, he was very intelligent and well mannered, - a straight A student. Secondly, although he was very cute, Becky usually preferred a more rugged looking boy. It had been a futile hope that maybe she was finally growing up, but now Katie could see that Becky was only using the boy. "This was all I could find that would fit." Mike said as he walked into the kitchen, holding onto the tie-string of the gym shorts that were too big for him. Katie bit down to prevent a laugh. Her middle son's pants were at least 2 sizes too big, but at least the t-shirt had shrunk enough to fit. If he were to let go of the pants, she was sure they would drop to the ground. She quickly dismissed the image, not wanting to make fun of the boy. "Sit and have a cup of tea, it'll warm you up." She said putting a large mug in front of him as he sat down. "Thank you." he said quietly. Silently they drank their tea. He was cute, Katie thought to herself, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a swimmer's form. And that was at 16, give him another year or two and he'd really break hearts. All he lacked was self- confidence, without it he was just another boy Becky had wrapped around her little finger. Aware that Mrs. Riley was looking at him, Michael felt very uncomfortable. At 42, Katie Riley was still an attractive woman. Although she tended to be on the heavy side, her weight was evenly distributed as to give her a full bodied figure. The most striking feature of which was a set of 38D breasts. Breasts Michael was all to conscious of as he tried not to stare at them though the thin housedress Katie wore. "How long have you been doing Becky's schoolwork? Katie asked as she put down her mug. "About 3 months," Mike answered. "I though so," Katie said. "Doesn't it bother you that all you are to her is someone to do her schoolwork?" "No, we really go out..." Michael said excitedly. "She showed me that she really likes me!" "Oh really now?" Mrs. Riley asked "And how does she do that?" Michael sat there speechless, he knew he'd said too much. "You can tell me, Michael, I'm not going to get mad. I know all about the things boys and girls do together." "Well...we kiss and sometimes she lets me touch her," Michael said, red with embarrassment. He found he couldn't escape the older woman's inquiries. "And sometimes she touches me..." "She jerks you off?" "Ye......Yes....a few times." Michael stammered, amazed at the question. "Has she ever sucked you off?" "No......." he yelled. "She wouldn't ever do something like that!" Katie smiled in amusement, the boy was in love with Becky. She was the first girl he'd ever had any sexual contact with and it had blinded him to the fact that she was using him. "You'd be surprised what Becky does....." Katie continued, it wasn't fair that she had to burst his illusion, but it was for his own good. "Did you know she's not even a virgin, she's been on the pill for almost a year." "No, she told me that she was saving herself. That's why we couldn't do it" Michael said in Becky's defense. "Oh she told you that..." Katie replied. "And where did she say she was going tonight?" "Becky said she was going to spend the night in Bakerville with her cousin Suzie." Mike said, wavering in his answer. "Helping her get ready for her prom." Katie shook her head, thinking of a few more choice things she wanted to say to her daughter. "Oh she went to Bakerville all right, but she went as Timmy Clancy's prom date." "No....." Mike said "She wouldn't do that...." But deep down he knew that she would and did. Realization came over him and he began to cry. "I'm sorry Michael," Katie said as she took him into her arms and held him. "Let it all out, its ok." Katie held the boy as he cried, rocking him gently and brushing his hair. It was a hard thing to loose young illusions. After a few minutes of holding his head against her ample breasts, Katie realized the boy had a hard-on. As soon as Katie looked at the bulge in his shorts, Michael jumped back and began to quickly apologize. "I'm sorry.....I didn't mean to do anything....." "That's ok, I know it was just a natural reaction...." Katie said in a soothing voice. "In fact if anything I should be complimented." Looking again at the bulge, Katie wondered just how big it was if she could notice it though the too large shorts. "I guess I'd better get going..." Michael said. "Nonsense, " Katie said. "Its still pouring out and your clothes are still in the dryer." Michael looked around the kitchen, trying to look at anything but Mrs. Riley's huge breasts. "Just out of curiosity......what did Becky promise you for doing the report?" Michael shifted in his seat, the question didn't do anything to make him loose his hard-on. He still couldn't stop answering Katie's questions. "She said she would rub my cock for me..." he answered, his face growing redder and his cock growing harder. Katie glanced down again at the boy's growing cock and smiled. "It's a shame you did all that work and then miss out on your reward." Michael then almost passed out as Mrs. Riley reached out and slid her hand down the gym shorts and pulled out his hard cock. "Impressive..." Katie said with a smile as she rubbed the length of the 7" boycock. "Becky doesn't know a good thing when she has it." All Mike could do was sigh as Mrs. Riley continued to stroke his dick. Standing him up, she reached down and cupped his balls, playing with them as well. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked, knowing full well the boy would never say yes. "No, it feels so good." Michael quickly lost himself in the pleasure Katie's finger's brought him. Her experienced touch was quickly evident as she brought him to the verge of orgasm. "I think I'm going to come..." He said as he closed his eyes. A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Michael's eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Mrs. Riley had taken his cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with vigor. Michael felt the sensation of her sucking down to his toes. He was so close it hurt. Katie clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouth him whole, caused Michael to feel like he was going to explode. But it was such a wonderful feeling. Finally, Katie released her hold on his ball sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt from them - a second before it began to shoot into her mouth and throat. She deep throated his cock, catching every spurt of salty boycum. Savoring both the taste and the knowledge that this was the first blow job he'd ever had. After what seemed like an endless supply of boyjuice, his cock began to soften and Katie let it slip from her mouth. She wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops with had escaped her. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked. "I don't think enjoy is the word......" Michael panted. "I feel like I've had a religious experience." "Well now you see what Becky was holding out on you." She said with a grin, certain that he would be getting over her cockteasing daughter real fast. With that the buzzer of the dryer went off - signaling that his clothes were now dry. "I guess that's my cue to head home." he said disappointedly. "Well it is still raining...." Katie said. "I really couldn't send you back out there to get soaked again. Let me call your mother and tell her you'll be here for a while." As Katie talked on the phone with his mother, Mike took a good hard look at Mrs. Riley. He was no longer shy about admiring her tits or that big beautiful ass. He could already feel his dick getting hard again. "Well, your mother said that it was ok for you to stay, your brother Billy will pick you up in about an hour on his way home from work." "That's great." "Well, what can we do for an hour? Katie asked as she struck a pose, highlighting her huge breasts. For a second, Michael though they were going to pop out of her dress. "Would you like to see my breasts, Michael?" Katie asked. "Oh yes......please." "Well.....as long as you asked so politely." Katie reached her neck and unzipped her dress. Then with a flourish she let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing there in bra and panties. She reached up between her twin mounds and undid the clasp. Like a slingshot the bra burst open and her tits popped free. Almost twice the size of Becky's, Katie had nipples that stuck up like eraser heads and aureole bigger than silver dollars. Michael hadn't even seen breasts that big in the books he hid under his bed. "Well are you just going to look or do you want to touch them?" Katie said as she massaged them and played with the nipples. Without further encouragement, Michael shot forward and took a breasts in each hand. He squeezed the softness of each, contrasted by the hardness of each nipple. Raising one to his mouth, he began to suck on it, another thing that Becky had always denied him. He was rough at first, but Katie guided him in a soft understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue. Then how to suck the aureole into his mouth and use his teeth to give just the right tough of pleasure/pain. Moving to the other breast, Michael showed that he was indeed a quick learner. Katie arched back and closed her eyes in enjoyment as the boy continued to suckle at her tits. What she was doing was so very wrong, but at the moment she didn't care. She knew that before he left for home, Michael's boycock would be buried in her already wet pussy. "Come on, " Katie said as she took the boy by the hand. "Lets go into the bedroom." Once there, she stripped him of what little clothes he had and stepped back to take a good look at his young body. "I was right, Becky definitely doesn't know a good thing when she has it in her hand" She exclaimed as she reached out and ran her fingers across Michael's hairless chest. "So smooth...so sexy.." Katie mused as she played with his nipples. Michael was surprised that felt so good, he'd never thought of men having sensitive nipples. "That feels nice..." "That's only the start." Katie said as she bent forward and licked the nipple with her tongue. Then she moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as she had taught him to do a little while before. She played with his nipples for a while, reaching down while she did and gave his young cock a playful tug. "I'll bet you're already to go again," she smiled. "good, I like that." Katie moved up from his chest and reached behind his head, caressing it with her fingernails. Pulling him toward her, she kissed him for the first time. Gently at first, then harder. A second kiss followed, then a third. Finally she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his. Michael quickly reacted to the warm, slippery tongue in his mouth. It was the first time he had been kissed that way, but he instinctively began to reach out with his own tongue. Both tongue mixed as they licked each other, exploring the new tastes. "Are you ready for more?" Katie asked after a final kiss. "Oh yes, Mrs. Riley." "Then follow me." she said as she laid back across the bed and spread her legs. "What I'm going to teach you now is the most important thing a young man can learn about pleasing a woman." Michael knew what she meant, and knelt in front of her with slight hesitation. He had never even seen a woman's pussy outside of a skin mag, much had his mouth this close to one. Still he'd never had his cocked sucked before and look how wonderful that had felt. Katie reached down and parted her cunt lips with her fingers, allowing Michael easy access. The boy reached out with his tongue and touched her wetness. Surprisingly he found he liked the taste. So much for all those stories that it smelled like a dead fish. Encouraged, he reached out again and drove his tongue in as deep as it would go, savoring the new found delicacy. Katie let out a soft moan, this boy was an absolute treasure. What would he be like with a little experience. Michael then ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, stoking the fire building the fire within Katie. At times it was only a touch, only a caress, but it was enough to cause the older woman to shake with abandon. There was no doubt about it, the boy was a natural born cunteater. Each thrust of his tongue made him want more. All he wanted to do was make love to his new teacher with his tongue. Guided by the now louder moans and sighs, Michael drove deeper and deeper, filling his mouth with the wet juices. What ever doubts he might have had were now gone, here he was, 16 yrs old, giving head to a 42 yr old woman --- and she was loving it. "Oh yes..Mikey....eat me...." Katie yelled as she grabbed hold of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between he legs. "Eat my pussy...God....yes!" A steady flow of cuntjuice now coated his tongue and mouth as he attacked Katie's womanhood once more. He wanted it to never end, so he was momentarily disappointed when Katie pulled him up from between her thighs. "I want you inside me.." she said before he could say a word. "I want to fuck me!" Katie quickly took hold of his now rock hard cock and guided it to her dripping hole. Coated with pussyjuice it slid deep within her, as her cunt wrapped around it. For this he needed no instruction, he'd done in his dreams a thousand times. Yet never in his most erotic dream could he ever had fantasized that the first woman he would fuck would be his girlfriend's mother. With boyish energy he repeatedly slammed his pelvis against hers, slapping his balls against the outer walls of her pussy. Cuntjuice ran down her thighs, coming to a rest in the crack of her ass. A little while ago, Michael thought having his cock sucked was the most wonderful feeling he could ever have.....but this went far beyond that feeling. Katie grabbed his asscheeks and added her own energy to his thrusts. They moved like a well lubricated machine, each responding to the other's body. With each movement, both could feel the eruption building inside. Michael's body tensed up, telling Katie that he was about to cum. She took firm hold of his ass and rammed his body into her, just as the first hot spurts of boycum filled her pussy. Her arms held him so tight he couldn't breath as her own body exploded, sending a fresh new wave of girlcum to mix with his. They continued to trash wildly for several more seconds, until Katie was sure she had pumped every last drop from his cock. Then they both laid silent and still. After a minute or two, Katie eased the boy off her and onto his back. His cock was once again semi-soft, coated with a thick mix of both their juices. Bringing her mouth down to it, she began to lick it clean. As soon as she was done, Michael confidently pulled her up and kissed her. As his tongue side inside her mouth, he was greeted by the taste of his own cum, another new taste to enjoy. He didn't stop until he had licked her mouth as clean as his cock. Katie held him tightly against her breasts. He had came her a scared little boy, he would leave a confident young man. "You'd better hop in the shower," she said as she released him. "You're brother will be here soon." Michael leaned over and kissed her one last time and moved into the master bathroom. As she laid there and listened to the water run, Katie had to fight the impulse to join him. All that soap and water provide a great opportunity to introduce him to the pleasures of anal sex, but if she started that they would still be at it when the sun rose. Or more importantly when her family came home. Ten minutes later, a honking horn told them his brother was outside. After calling out that he would be right there, she pulled him aside away from the open door and gave him one last warm kiss - along with a playful tug of his cock. As he ran out and jumped into the car, Katie spotted the school report that had brought him here tonight. Carrying it to the trashcan, she ripped it to pieces. Becky would have a lot of writing to do when she got home tomorrow. And if she wanted Michael's help, Katie was sure it was going to cost her a lot more than the promise of a hand job. Smiling with satisfaction, she sat back down in her easy chair and picked up the book she had laid down a few hours before. She read a paragraph, then closed the book and placed it back on the table. "Eat your heart out, Rachel..." she said to herself. END Home Again Part One by Ann Douglas A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had been the bane of his teenage years. Not many blocks in this part of Brooklyn had trees like this, so a lot of activities had circulated around it. It was home base for playing hide and seek. It was the place you all hung out under on a hot summer day. Most importantly, it was the site of "the dare". Ten years ago at the age of twelve, that had been the focus of the most terrifying moment of his young life. That was the day he'd completed one of the neighborhood rites of passage and had climbed to the top of the old oak tree. Funny, the tree didn't seem so imposing now. Then again, the last decade had seen him go from a skinny 110 pound teenager to a six foot 190 pound adult. He'd discovered a passion for baseball in high school and long hours practicing with his father had transformed him into a starting first baseman both in high school then later at State . Sports had only been a means to an end however, a way out of the old neighborhood. The degree in business he'd earned last year had been his highest priority. For a while it looked like it was going to be a hard decision turning down the offer to turn pro, but a leg injury his senior year took that decision out of his hands. In a way he was glad that fate had intervened, it meant he'd never have to look back with regret. A group of teenagers were playing stickball, using the manhole covers as bases. It seemed like a hundred years since he'd played that game. "Hey mister, the ball!" one of the kids yelled as the rubber ball bounced in front of him. In a quick motion he caught the ball on the first hop and tossed it back to the batter. The action had been instinctive. A smile came to his lips as he thought some things you never forgot. Watching the game for another ten minutes, A.C. was glad he decided to spend an extra day here. After he came home for his father's funeral over a year ago, he decided that there was never going to be a reason to again walk these streets. But Arthur Charles Delaney Sr. had been buried over sixteen months before and it was only now that the lawyers had finally settled his estate. He'd come all the way up from Florida just to close on the sale of his families house. He could've just left it all to the lawyers, but he felt it was something he owed to his dad to see done personally. The block held so many memories. His own house was down on the corner. On the other end of the block was Jerry Wilson's house. He and Jerry had gone off to State together. A grin filled his face as he looked at a second floor window across the street from the tree and remembered when it was Jenny Wilson's bedroom. How long ago was that night he and Josh Austin were using Josh's new telescope to look at the moon. They accidentally turned it right into Jenny's room - just when she was getting dressed for bed. They couldn't have been more than 13 or 14 at the time. Jenny had been one of the first neighborhood girls to develop breasts and that had been the first time A.C. had seen a topless girl in anything other than a magazine. He laughed softly as he remembered how angry Josh had been cause he waited so long to give him a turn that Josh only got a brief glimpse. A few years later A.C. got repeated opportunities to examine those breasts more closely. He dated Jenny all through high school as his own body developed into that of an athlete. She was the first girl who ever gave him a blow job and on the night of the senior prom they traded cherries. Things went downhill between them after that when they went to separate school. Last he heard, she was married and already had two kids. Thinking of Jenny made him think of her older sister Karen, or as most of the boys thought of her "Kleenex Karen." Two years older than Jenny, she was nowhere near as developed as her little sister. In fact, she really never passed an A cup. Talk about mixed genes. Anyway, Karen's solution was to stuff an oversized bra with tissues. Not the most original of solutions but one that was time honored. The problem was that she wasn't satisfied with just giving herself a slight improvement. No, she had to be as well endowed as Jenny. It became a big joke among everyone in school as she always denied it. Finally someone decided to settle the matter. One day during her senior year Sally Johnson bumped into her and stuck a inch and a half straight pin into her left breast. By the time the afternoon bell rang, almost everyone in school had heard about it. Jenny had told him that when Karen found the pin that night she was furious, but she'd never mentioned it to anyone else. She just went on as she was and made believe that it had never happened. Rather than go to college, Karen had used her savings to get a boob job and now worked as a receptionist somewhere in the city. "I should get something to eat." A.C. said to himself as he realized that he'd skipped both breakfast and lunch. "Might as well make the day complete and have dinner up at Mario's" Mario's was the diner on the corner. Calling it a diner used to be a charity when A.C. was younger. The food sometimes bordered on the inedible. But it was a neighborhood classic and had been there since his father had been a teenager. Generations had brought their dates there after the movies or some other activity. That, A.C. knew was due more to the big dark booths in the back of the restaurant than the dinner fare. "Who am I to argue with tradition." he finally concluded as he began to walk up the block. It came as a surprise to find that the diner was closed. He couldn't ever remember a day it hadn't been open. In fact, it look like it hadn't been opened in months. Then he noticed a small notice in the window. It looked to be well worn but he could still make out the words Department of Health. "Why am I not surprised." the sandy haired young man chuckled. "I hope the deli over on Wilson is still open." "You weren't really planning to have dinner there were you?" asked a female voice from behind A.C. The voice was very familiar and A.C. turned with a smile on his face. "Hi Mrs. Austin." he grinned. The woman in front of him was in her mid 40's, about 5'7" and weighed in at 152 lbs. Very attractive for her age, she had dirty blonde hair cut short and carefully styled. A full figured woman, her weight was pretty evenly distributed across her body as to give her a full bodied figure. The most striking feature of which was a set of 38D breasts. "Hi Mrs. Austin..." the short blonde haired woman repeated. "That's the way you say hello? Is that what they taught you up in that fancy school?" With that, A.C. practically picked up the smaller woman and gave her a hug and affectionate kiss on the cheek. "That's better." Mary Austin said. "And what's with this Mrs. Austin crap. You're an adult now, you can call me Mary." "Okay Mary." A.C. said, feeling very strange to have her first name come from his lips after a lifetime of referring to her as Mrs. Austin. "My, you have filled out." the 45 year old noted as she took a good look at her son's friend. "And I know you didn't get that way eating at places like this." "Well, I was hungry and..." "And you couldn't take five minutes to stop by the house." Mary interrupted. A.C. considered lying for a moment, saying that he'd rang the bell but got no answer. After all, she had obviously been out shopping and hadn't been home. Then he thought better of the idea. Mary had known him since he was 6 years old and always knew when he'd been lying. "I'm sorry.." he said. "And well you should be, I know your father raised you better than that." Mary replied. "Can I make it up to you with dinner?" A.C. said, displaying the charm that worked his way into dozens of beds back in college. "Only if I make it." Mary answered, ignoring his obvious charms. "What would Josh say if I let you go without bringing you home for dinner. I know he'd love to see you." "OK, you win." A.C. surrendered. Actually the idea of seeing Josh again seemed like a pretty good idea. In fact, just seeing Mrs. Austin again made him feel pretty good. "That's settled then." Mary grinned triumphantly. "Now make yourself useful and take some of these packages." "Yes Mam....err Mary." he quickly corrected himself as he picked up the two largest bundles. Half an hour later, sitting at the kitchen table of the Austin Household, A.C. could honestly say he was enjoying myself. How many dinners had he had at this very table. Mary Austin had been like a second mother to him. He probably spent more time in this house as a child than his own. Lost in thought he didn't hear the phone ring at first. "Could you answer that, A.C.?" Mary asked as she stirred a boiling pot. "Sure." A.C. said as he got to his feet and reached for the wall phone. "Josh!" A.C. said excitedly as he recognized the voice on the phone, "How are you?" It took Josh Austin a few moments to realize who he was talking to, then his voice became just as excited. "What are you doing there?" his old friend asked. A.C. explained why he'd come back to New York and how he'd run into Josh's mother. "Your Mom invited me to have dinner," he said. "Actually it was more like a command." he laughed. "That's my Mom." Josh laughed back. "So when you gonna be home, pal?" A.C. asked. "Your Mom's making enough food to put another ten pounds on me." "Shit, this timing sucks." Josh lamented. "I'm stuck at work, we have to redo a magazine layout from scratch. I'm gonna be here all night." "Damn, that does suck." A.C. agreed. "I was really hoping to catch up a little." "Better let me talk to my Mom so I can explain it." "OK buddy." he replied as he handed off the phone. The conversion between Josh and Mary was brief. She listened for a few minutes and then simply said. "All right honey, take care of business and I'll see you in the morning." "Well looks like it's just you and me kid." Mary said as she hung up the phone. "What about Dawn Marie?" A.C. asked. "Dawn Marie moved out and in with her boyfriend the day after she turned 18." Mary said in a tone that said that it wasn't a subject for discussion. "Two it is." A.C. said as he opened a cabinet and took out table settings for two. As he laid out the dishes and utensils, A.C. looked into the living room to see if the pictures of a younger Dawn Marie were still on the wall. They were. Whatever had happened between her and her mother hadn't gone that far. Dawn Marie Austin had been another of those early bloomers. By the time she was 14 she'd put Jenny Wilson to shame. By the time she was 16 she'd lost her virginity in a big way. Every guy in the neighborhood was trying to get into her pants and more than a few succeeded. If A.C. was totally honest with himself, he admitted that if he was younger and Dawn wasn't Josh's sister - he'd want to fuck her too. "Dinners served." Mary said as she carried two full dishes to the table. The meal was as good as A.C. remembered meals at the Austin's to be. It was only the absence of familiar faces from around the table that made him a little sad. "Something the matter?" Mary asked as she noticed the look on his face. "I was just thinking that I'm sorry I wasn't able to be here when Mr. Austin.... I mean." "That's all right A.C.," Mary said in an understanding tone. "We all knew how hard it was on you when your own Dad died. No one wanted to see you go thought all that again so soon." "Still, maybe I should've....." "I'm not going to hear anymore of that, Arthur!" Mary said in a strong tone. The fact that she called him Arthur instead of A.C. produced a more serious reaction than the tone. A.C. closed his mouth without finishing the sentence. "Besides, you did send that beautiful letter saying how much the time you spent in this house still meant to you. I really loved that letter, it made me think of much happier days." "It wasn't enough, just words." said A.C. "Sometimes just words can mean a great deal. I saved that letter you know, I keep it in my night table. I've read it many times." The rest of the conversation was confined to more mundane topics. How did he like where he lived. Was he seeing anyone? Why not? "That was a great meal, better than I've had in a long time." A.C. said as he put down his fork for the last time. "I couldn't eat another bite." "Well it's nice to hear someone say that for a change." Mary beamed. A.C. remembered that Josh wasn't known for noticing the little things his mother did for him. Things like cooking his meals, cleaning his clothes, cleaning his room and basically being there whenever he came up short of cash. Which in Josh's case happened quite often. "I really hate to eat and run, but I still have to get a motel room for the night." A.C. apologized. "My flight doesn't get take off until tomorrow afternoon and I don't have a place to sleep." "Motel room indeed, not when I have two empty bedrooms upstairs." Mary cut him off. "Now you go out to that rental car of yours and get your bag. You can use Josh's room and hopefully he'll be home in time for the two of you to have breakfast together." Sixteen years of dealing with Mrs. Austin told him this was another argument he was going to loose. All things considered, a comfortable bed and the prospect of one of Mary's breakfasts didn't seem like a bad consolation prize. He thanked her and went out to get his bag. "You know were the room is." Mary called out from the kitchen as he came back into the house. "Unpack your stuff while I put these dishes in the washer." Josh's room was immaculate, something which surprised A.C. They'd gone away together once his first year in college and by the time the week was over, Josh's half of the room looked like a flop house. If he ever decided to marry that girlfriend he was always mentioning in his letters, he was in for a big awakening. A.C. was sure she wasn't the type to pick up after him like his Mom. "Hmm, I wonder." A.C. said as he slid the top draw of Josh's desk all the way out and looked at the small space beneath it. Hidden there were copies of Hustler, High Society and Playboy. Some things never changed he thought as he laughed. That was a great advantage of having his own apartment, he didn't have to hide such things if he wanted them. A.C. took the time to change into a comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt. No sense sitting around the rest of the night in a shirt and tie. "It's going to be a hot night." Mary said as he walked back into the kitchen. "There's a good movie on HBO and I've already turned up the air conditioner so we can relax and enjoy it." "Sounds great." A.C. said. "Any popcorn?" he asked, remembering all the movie nights they'd shared over the years. "Of course, what would a movie be without it." Mary said as she held up a microwave popcorn bag. Back when they were kids they'd took turns making Jiffy- Pop Popcorn on the range top. Oh well, the price of progress. They watched the end of some silly comedy and chatted some more. A.C. was really enjoying himself. This was what he missed in his life, just having someone to talk to. "I'm going to get some wine before the movie starts." Mary said as she got up, "Can I get you anything?" "Wine would be fine." A.C. said, remembering the tongue lashing the first time Mary had caught Josh and him after they'd had a few cans of beer. He guessed he really was an adult after all. Mary came back fifteen minutes later with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She'd also taken the opportunity to change into a more comfortable outfit. She had discarded the dress she'd been wearing and now wore a oversized T- shirt which stretched down to just above her knees. In the cool air conditioned environment her thick nipples were clearly evident beneath the thin material. Taking a seat next to Mary on the couch, A.C. kept sneaking peaks at those erect nipples. Unbidden, the memories of the night he had gotten a very good look at the bountiful breasts beneath filled his mind. It was July 7th, 1990, a night he would always remember. Josh, Jerry Wilson and he were camping out in the backyard of Josh's house. Close to midnight, nature called and A.C. went back in the house to answer. The first floor bathroom was being fixed so he had to use the one up on the second floor. Once he got up there, he heard sounds he couldn't identify coming from Dawn's room. Curious, since Josh had told him his little sister was spending the week at their grandmother's, A.C. quietly walked down the hall. It wasn't until he got to the door of her room that he realized that the noise was coming from the open door next to Dawn's. Silently, the 16 year old inched along the door and peeked in from the dark corridor. The lights in the room were off but there was more than enough illumination from the streetlights outside for A.C. to get the surprise of his young life. Mr. Austin was laying on the bed, his hands interlocked behind his head. He was totally naked and for the first time, A.C. saw an adult erect cock. Not that this milestone ever entered his mind. Because at that moment, Jim Austin's cock was buried in the mouth of his equally naked wife. A.C. stood mesmerized as he watched Mary Austin's head bob up and down as she performed a sexual act he had only heard the older guys make jokes about. Bouncing, as she moved, were breasts larger than the boy had seen in the Playboy magazines his older brother sometimes let him borrow. "Shit!" A.C. said under his breath as he carefully retraced his steps, fearful that they would hear him. His young heart had been racing like a triphammer and even his breathing seemed exceptionally loud. The temptation to remain almost overrode his fear of discovery, but good sense finally prevailed. As he tip toed back towards the bathroom, A.C. realized that he had a first class hard-on. He'd have to do something about that before he went back to his friends. The last thing he ever wanted them to think was that he got that erection from laying next to one of them. Sitting in the bathroom with his pants down around his ankles, A.C. began to gently stroke his cock. Fully erect it wasn't anywhere as large as Mr. Austin's, but then again he still had a lot of growing to do. Gently, slowly, he ran his hand up and down his full six inches. It felt so good. Closing his eyes he imaged what it would be like if he could change places with Jim Austin. What would it be like to have a woman suck his cock. A.C. began to pump furiously as he imagined Mary rubbing those big boobs against his cock. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin against his and the even greater heat of her mouth on his boyhood. Already he could feel a familiar fire growing in his balls. The teen was oblivious to his surroundings. In his imagination, he was laying in that bed with Mary. A.C.'s cock was as hard as it had ever been, his hand a blur of motion. His body was jerking up and down so fast he was bouncing on the toilet seat. Moments later he felt the first surge of his orgasm race up the length of his boyhood and explode into the night air. His cock erupted again and again. Each stroke, sending white droplets scattering in every direction. He had to bite down on his lip to keep from shouting with joy. He had never felt so good before. Finally, his eruptions subsided until only a small pearl of white appeared at the tip of his cock in response to his continued pumping. He could feel a softness growing in his hand and knew he was done. It had felt so very good. That A.C. had just jerked off to the naked image of his best friend's mother never entered his mind. At least not at this moment. It took a few minutes for A.C. to clean up the mess on the floor tiles. It wouldn't do for them to find cum spots in the morning. When he stepped back out of the bathroom, he could hear the sound of the bed creaking from down the hall and it didn't take much imagination for him to know that it wasn't from the two of them playing leapfrog on the bed. The familiar HBO fanfare brought A.C. back from his little trip down memory lane. No doubt about it, even with the perspective of hindsight, that had been one of the most erotic moments of his life. He smiled at Mary as she glanced in his direction. Image her reaction if she had any idea what he was thinking. The movie turned out to be "Disclosure" with Demi Moore and Michael Douglas. A.C. had never seen it before but he'd heard about it. When the film got to the part were Demi Moore's character was seducing Michael Douglas's, A.C. looked down and noticed that he was once again getting a major erection. Then again, what normal guy could watch Demi Moore give a blow job, however simulated, and not have a reaction. A.C. carefully lifted the large half empty bowl of popcorn off the table and put it on his lap, strategically covering a potential embarrassment. Out a the corner of his eye he was glad to see that Mary hadn't noticed. "Interesting movie, isn't it." Mary commented as she reached into the bowl and grabbed an handful of popcorn. "Yeah, it is." A.C. said, trying to ignore the fact that only the plastic bowl separated Mary's hand from his hard cock. "Personally, I think she'd too perfect." Mary went on as she scooped some of the popcorn into her mouth. "It's like what a lot of people used to say about Barbie dolls. That they gave little girls a negative image of themselves because most of them were never going to grow up and have that perfect body." Mary paused as she took a little wine to wash down the popcorn. All the time her eyes never left the television screen where Demi was now fucking Michael. "Also she creates a bad image for guys too." she went on. "A young man spends all his time looking for Miss Perfect Body when someone who loves them and would spend the rest of their life making him happy could be right under their nose. What do you think she'd look like if she didn't have a small army of personal trainers taking care of her?" "I guess I never really thought of it that way." A.C. said. "Well it's something that you should keep in mind." Mary said, turning her head away from the movie and looking right at A.C.. "I'll bet you've passed up a dozen girls who were interested in you because you didn't think they were perfect enough?" "Well I wouldn't say a dozen." A.C. said, caught off guard as he wondered where this sudden conversation was going. "I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, A.C." she said as she smiled. "It's just something I've become increasingly aware of lately. That people sometimes sell themselves and other people short because they don't think they are attractive enough." "I don't understand." A.C. replied, more than a little confused. "I guess it's just an old lady's ramblings." Mary said as she finished her wine. "You're far from old." A.C. said. "Well there are times that I feel that way." Mary replied. A.C. put his own glass of wine down on the table and looked into Mary's face. It was obvious that something was bothering her. "Mary, is there something that you'd like to talk about. Something that you might not feel like discussing with your friends that live around here. If so, I'm all ears." "You'd find it very boring." "As if you didn't find a lot of the talks we had while I was growing up a little boring." he grinned. Mary took a deep breath and picked up the remote control. With a flick of her finger she turned off the television. "I hope you don't mind," she said. "But if we're going to talk I'd rather it be without the distraction." "Sure, they'll run the movie a dozen more times this month anyway." A.C. said. Mary took a few moments to collect her thoughts. The in a quiet tone she began. "You know I was quite young when I married Mr. Austin." she began. "I hadn't even turned 18 yet." A.C. knew they'd been married a long time but he didn't know she'd been married that young. He also knew that Josh's father was ten years older than his mother. "I wasn't pregnant or anything, if that's what your thinking." she went on. "It's just that I had a very rough life up to that point. Both my parents died before I was even in my teens and I spent a good number of years being passed from relative to relative. I had a really poor self image back then as you might imagine. So when an older man like Jim took an interest in me, I was totally overwhelmed. He was good looking, successful and could have almost any woman he wanted. It wasn't because I was so young either. If he wanted it, I would've just been his lover, he didn't have to marry me. In fact, you might find this hard to believe, but I was still a virgin going to our marriage bed." If A.C. was ever certain about anything during the years he spent in this house as an almost adopted son, it was that Mary and Jim Austin had been very deeply in love with each other right up to the day he died. "You must miss him very much." was all he could think to say. "Yes, I do." she answered. "But I know that Jim would be the first one to say that life goes on and in fact during his last months he made me promise that I'd find someone new to love. He didn't want me wearing widow's weeds for the rest of my life." "I'm sure there are lots of men you'd want to take you out." A.C. commented. "Oh there have been lots of offers." Mary quickly replied. "But I've turned them all down." "Why?" A.C. asked. "Because, as silly as it sounds, I find myself at 45 turning back into that scared little teenage girl I once was." she said quickly, as if she had to force the words out. A quiet pause hung in the air, and Mary could tell that A.C. didn't understand. "Do you remember what it was like the first time you went to bed with a girl?" she asked. "Jenny Wilson from cross the street, wasn't it?" "How you'd know?" A.C. asked in surprise. "You'd be amazed at the things I've known over the years." Mary grinned. "Sometimes I can be very observant. But I'm digressing. Do you remember how you felt the first time you knew you were going to go all the way. How scared you were, whatever public image you portrayed, that Jenny might find you lacking in some way?" Thinking back, A.C. remembered that was exactly how he had felt. "But that was when I was a kid." he said, as if the few years in between then and now had been a lifetime. "I don't feel that way now." "You don't, but I do." Mary replied. "Maybe it's because I've never had another lover in my life. I don't know. Maybe because even after all these years I've had this secret suspicion that I was a lousy lover but Jim would never tell me so." "That's nonsense, I saw you......" A.C. started to blurt out without thinking and then realized what he had said. "You saw me what?" Mary asked, now it was her turn to be confused. With a sheepish grin, A.C. confessed his having seen her and Jim that night he had slept over. He left out the part about him jacking off afterwards and all the times he had masturbated off to her mental image, even after he'd had visions of younger women to replace it. "Oh my." Mary said, a slight tinge of embarrassment coloring her face for a moment. "Hey, it was a long time ago." A.C. interjected. "But believe me, from what little I saw, I can honestly say that you weren't a lousy lover." "Even if I accept what you say as true, it was a long time ago." Mary suggested. "Even with Jim, we stopped being intimate a year after that when he first got sick." A.C. just stared. No matter what he said, the idea that she was undesirable was so rooted in her mind that words were never going to shake it. "Mary, do you know that I grew up with you as my fantasy lover." he blurted out, exaggerating the truth just a little. "Me?" she responded. "That's right." he continued. "I don't know how many nights I wished that I was older so that we could be lovers for real. So if you could have that much of an effect on me, how could you be anything but desirable." "But I was younger then..." she shot back, unwilling to give up her belief. "I don't feel any differently now." A.C. replied. "I think you're just as attractive now as you were back then. Maybe that's why I haven't found anyone yet. I'm not looking for a Demi or Barbie, I'm looking for another you." A.C. let out a deep breath. He was talking without thinking, and he was walking in a very dangerous mine field. Part Two Mary sat silent for long moments as the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the beating of their hearts. A.C. could feel beads of sweat on his neck that began to run down his back. What had he said? Mary finally smiled and reached out and took his hand in hers. Her grip was firm but gentle. Her voice, when she spoke, was gentle and soft. "You know A.C., when you and Josh were younger, I sometimes wished that you were really my son. I couldn't have cared more for you if you were though. Right now, at this moment, I'm glad you're not. Because if you were, I could never say what I think I'm about to. A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her hand, a tremble that could be reflected in the pit of his own stomach. "Take me to bed, A.C." she finally asked. "Be my lover for tonight. Just tonight, I'm not that foolish to think there would ever be anything beyond that. But just for this moment in time, help me remember what it's like to love and be loved." "Oh God!" A.C. thought as he looked at the sincerity in her eyes. "What have I done?" The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed to stretch to minutes instead of seconds as he carefully considered his response. If Mary were just some woman he met in a bar, twice his age or not, he'd have no problem taking her to bed and forgetting about it tomorrow. But she wasn't just some woman, she was Josh's mother. She was the closest thing he'd ever had to having his own mother. He couldn't do something like this. "A.C.?" Mary softly asked. He knew she wanted an answer. He ran the words over in his mind one more time. That the two of them would almost be like incest. Yes, that was the track to take. Despite all his boyhood fantasies, they were almost family. Didn't he read once somewhere where a lot of guys had sexual fantasies about their mothers. A second voice told him that he was being silly, no matter what he thought, they weren't related. She wasn't his mother. Finally, a new question popped into his head. Why was it that the idea of spending the night in Mary's bed didn't seem as bad an idea as it did just a few minutes ago. Could it be that without admitting it to himself all these years, it was what he really wanted to happen? "Mary. All my life, I've thought of you almost as if you were my mother." he began as he gently took her other hand in his. "But right now, for the first time I can remember, I'm glad to know that you're not. Because if you were my mother for real, I wouldn't be able to do ... this...." The tall young man leaned forward and kissed Mary on the lips with as much desire as he had felt towards any woman. It was definitely not the kiss of a son. Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary had only the slightest hesitation before she responded in kind. A.C. in turn was startled to find Mary's tongue pressing between his lips but happy to open them enough to permit it's passage. He felt Mary take his left hand and slide it up and under her shirt, placing the flesh of his outstretched palm against that of her naked and ample breast. A bridge had been crossed. A decision made. Whatever the morning dawn brought, neither of them would regret it. The interplay of tongues between them was electric as two sets of hands explored each others body. The soft flesh beneath Mary's shirt seemed on fire as A.C. played with her bounty. His thumbs pressed against her nipples, marveling at their size as he imagined how nice they were going to feel in his mouth. Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed the side of Mary's shirt and pulled it upward, exposing one of the white globes to the cool air conditioned air. Mary's breast was capped with one of the widest areolas he'd ever seen, over two inches across. In the center was a long thick nipple as large as that on a baby bottle. "You are so beautiful." A.C. exclaimed as he planted a soft kiss on the top of Mary's exposed globe. A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt the wetness engulf her mound. It'd been so long since she'd known any touch other than her own. She closed her eyes and savored the sensation. As A.C. made no effort to quickly expose her other breast, it was obvious that he was going to take his time. His tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the large nipple. Then he would tickle it directly before taking it whole into his eager mouth once again. Like a babe seeking nourishment, the younger man nurtured at the source of motherhood. Each movement of his tongue, each nip of his teeth, send long absent sensations though Mary's reclining form. "Oh, this feels good." Mary moaned as she laid back with her eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel of A.C.'s attentions. A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed her other ample breast and repeated his performance. The result of which was to send Mary further into a blissful state. Again and again he covering her flesh with his warm mouth, leaving a trail of warm saliva. A.C. buried his face in the valley between her breasts and drank deeply of the mixture of perfume and sweat. It was an inebriating aroma. Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands across the back of her young lovers head, guiding his tongue to her most sensitive areas. Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt completely off. With a wide smile on her face the now topless woman eased A.C. back onto the sofa cushion. Duplicating his own actions, she slid his own shirt up over his chest, exposing a well developed set of pecs and apps. She leaned over and kissed him lightly. Continuing downward, she kissed each of his nipples and gave them a playful lick as well. A.C. had never considered his own nipples as a sexual area before. It was an idea he would have to look at more in the future. Right now, Mary had a more immediate goal. Kissing her way down across his flat stomach, the blonde paused at the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, taking his boxers with them. To her delight, his hard cock sprang free, bouncing in the open air. A.C.'s cock had grown considerable during his late teen growth spurt. Fully erect it stood almost eight inches and was as thick if not thicker than her husbands. "Now that is beauty." she said as she traced her outstretched finger along it's length. Mary continued to play with A.C.'s cock, cupping his balls in her hand as she ran her other hand up and down it's measure. Closing her fingers a little tighter she could feel the power of his young manhood. Leaning forward, Mary tongued the tip of his cock, licking the drop of pre-cum that had formed there. A.C. thought he would explode right there and then. He closed his eyes as her tongue ran down the length of his shaft and swirled around his balls. He couldn't wait for that hot, wet sensation when her mouth could close over his aching cock. Taking her time, Mary sucked on his balls, then moved her way back up his shaft. Then in a fluid motion she engulfed the length of his cock, sliding his young meat all the way down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then swallowed it again. She could feel the heat in his balls, she knew it wouldn't take many strokes before she was rewarded with a steady stream of hot cream. "Oh God.....Oh God!...." A.C. gasped as he tried to hold back. It was a one side contest. Mary had almost three decades of practice behind her, she played his cock and balls like a musical instrument. "I'm gonna come...." He managed to gasp, seconds before bursts of salty cum erupted into her mouth. As soon as she felt the first drops, Mary deep throated his cock and swallowed the seemingly endless stream as fast as it came. She'd always like the taste of her husbands cum, but was glad to learn that A.C.'s had its own special taste. With a slight reluctance, Mary let the semi-hard cock slip from her mouth. A strange thought filled her head. It was like riding a bike, how easily it all came back to her once she got started. A.C. was still speechless, the enormity of what had happen was still sinking in. Extending two fingers of her hand, Mary wiped a small stream of whiteness that had dripped from her mouth. Running her tongue across her fingers she licked them clean. "That, was the best." A.C. said as he finally found his voice. "I really mean that." He sat up and kissed her, tasting his own ejaculation on her tongue. Usually, this turned him off like a sudden cold shower. This time he found it highly erotic. "Now it's my turn." A.C. grinned as he slid down to the carpeted floor. Following A.C. instructions, Mary slid off her shorts and panties and spread her legs. A.C.'s eyes opened wide as he looked up at the hairiest bush he had ever seen. Mary's entire crotch was covered with long blonde hair. All of the women the young man had been with before had trimmed their hair. Like the kiss, he also found this to be erotic. A.C. reached out between Mary's legs and traced the outline of her light colored mound with his finger. He moved to the center of her mound and rubbed back and forth against it. As his finger became lubricated by the wetness there, he slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Mary's lips as A.C. slid the finger in and out, again and again. After a few minutes, A.C. replaced his fingers with his tongue. An action that met with louder moans of approval from Mary. "Oh God yes!" Mary exclaimed at the touch of his tongue against her valley. Mary leaned back on the couch and spread her legs even wider, inviting A.C. to further take of her delights. He kissed left and right of her treasure, before spreading Mary's moist lips with his fingers to exposed the excited clit within. A loud sudden cry escaped Mary's lips as A.C. made contact with her love button. Countless nights of practice on a steady stream of willing coeds proved their worth as A.C. demonstrated his skill as a first class pussy licker. Raising one of her legs atop the back of the couch, the 45 year old rolled her head back and closed her eyes, loosing herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her sexual center. Mary's cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of her younger lover's tongue. He again slid a finger inside her, adding it's motion to the rhythm he'd established. Faster and faster, moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding blonde hair with a sticky nectar. And with each repetition, both the waves of delight and resounding cries that accompanied them increased as well. "Oh yes," Mary yelled. "Lick my pussy, you've gotten it so..so wet. I want to cum!" It wasn't long before she got her wish as she felt her body tense up and eruption of fire explode between her legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped through her quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption trickled onto A.C.'s face. Ever since the night he had first sucked Jenny's pussy, A.C. had loved the taste of a woman's juices. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could. The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested before Mary quickly shifted into an upright position and pulled A.C. to her. She kissed him hard, enjoying the tasting of her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the sticky residue that covered his cheeks. "I want you inside me." she panted in between kisses. "I want your cock in my pussy!" she said in a much louder voice. It wouldn't be until the next day when he was a thousand miles away that A.C. would realize how much he had been turned on just hearing Mary talk like that. Her words were right out of his teenage masturbation fantasies. A.C. took hold of his cock and guided it to the entrance of Mary's pussy. He rubbed it up and down against her wetness a few times, covering his hardness with lubricant. Mary reached down and closed her fingers around his cock and helped guide him into her, not that he needed it. Mary let out a small gasp as she felt his cockhead push aside the outer walls of her pussy. It'd been quite a long time since she'd felt something warm and alive inside of her. A.C. echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls wrap around his hard flesh. It may not have been a tight fit, but it was most definitely a comfortable one. Because she was much looser than the majority of his previous lovers, Mary was able to take A.C.'s full length without any effort or discomfort. She lifted her ass off the floor as she pushed forward and seemed to pull him even deeper. Already he had slid in and out of her a dozen times, sending oscillating waves of pleasure radiating outward from her sexual core. Waves that became more frequent and intensive with each additional thrust. It wasn't long before the two were matched in a perfect rhythm. Each thrust being met by that of the other. Tiny droplets of sweat covered the warm flesh of each of them as they lost themselves more and more in their sexual joining. A.C. could feel that he was only minutes away from a explosive climax. So it was with a sudden disappointment that he suddenly felt Mary's hands pressing against his chest, halting his energetic thrusts. "What's wrong?" A.C. gasped. "I want to fuck you!" Mary said, her brow covered with sweat. "I thought you were." A.C. grinned. "No, you're fucking me. I want to fuck you!" she continued. A.C. finally understood and agreed with a smile. Easing the young man's firm body off her, Mary pushed him down on the soft carpeted floor. She spun around and mounted him. Her breasts hanging above his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of them. With a firm grip on each soft mound, A.C. played with each nipple as she began to ride his ever hard cock up and down. "Oh yes....yes!!" Mary panted as she felt A.C.'s manhood fill her again and again. It felt so good. It had been so very long since it had felt so good. Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she slammed her sugar walls down around his pleasure pole, there wasn't much A.C. could do but lay back and enjoy the ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It was the first time a woman had ever taken control in love-making and he realized he could easily grow to like it. "Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!" Mary yelled yet again. Beads of sweat continued to run down both their bodies as they began to rut like wild animals. . As she felt each new thrust of A.C.'s cock, Mary thought of the countless nights she'd masturbated thinking about how much she missed having a man. Breaths came in labored short gasps and Mary felt her vision blur as what had to be the most intense orgasm in a very long time set her body afire. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above that plateau that had existed for so long only in her dreams. Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to fade. Her vision cleared, and in the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return to normal. But the memory would never fade. It would be something she would remember night after night. "Oh God, that was so wonderful." Mary moaned as she laid atop A.C. and let her body relax. A.C. reached up and gently caressed her breasts, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did. His still hard cock slid from her. Reaching down between her legs, Mary took hold of his erection. She realized that she'd been so wrapped up in her own climax that she hadn't noticed that he hadn't shot his own load. A.C. was one of those guys who always took a long time to come a second time. "Oh A.C., I'm sorry." she said apologetically as she stroked his cock. "It's OK." he said as she kissed her again. "No, just give me a little time to get my breath." she smiled back. "Then we'll take care of that. A half hour later, Mary was happy to say she was indeed ready to go at it again. She didn't know if was because she had been celibate for so long or the excitement of loving her almost-son. She only knew that if she was to have only this night, she wanted to make the most of every minute. Running her hand across A.C.'s sweat covered chest, toying with his matted chest hair, Mary had a sudden inspiration. She brought her lips to his ears and whispered. "What would you think of a shower, if only to clean some of this off us?" It took A.C. a moment to realize that Mary had said "us" not "you". The idea that she was going to shower with him seemed a more carnal thought than had fucking her. "That sounds wonderful." A.C. beamed. "I love this!" A.C. said as he felt the cooling water splash against his skin. "It feels great!" Mary joined him in the shower and was instantly in his arms. They kissed for a few minutes, rubbing their hands over each other, letting the hot water cover their bodies. They each covered their hands with liquid soap from the wall mounted dispenser and soaped up each others body. A.C.'s hands slid across Mary's body, playing with her breasts, pulling them to his mouth. Again he took his time, playing with each nipple with both his fingers and tongue. Mary closed her eyes, letting herself drift in delight. It felt so good. So right. They soon changed places and Mary took one of her new lover's tiny nipples into her mouth, again showing him how erogenous an area they could be. She reached down and took his once again hard cock in her hand. "I want you to fuck me again." Mary said as her soapy fingers slid up and down his hardness. "But this time I to try something different. I want to give you something I've never given anyone else." "What?" A.C. said as warm water ran down his face. "I want you to fuck my ass." Mary said. "Your ass?" A.C. repeated in disbelief. "Yes." she confirmed. A.C. couldn't believe it. With all the girls he screwed, none had ever let him try that. It was an exciting idea. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, it's something I've wanted to try for years. Ever since I saw it in one of those magazines that Josh keeps hidden in his desk." "You know about those?" he asked in amazement. "Of course." she smiled. "There was little I didn't know about." "Amazing." A.C. laughed. "Should we do it here?" Mary asked as she pressed her soap covered ass against his hard cock. "I think it might be better on a bed." A.C. suggested, trying to hide the fact that he'd never done it before. "Then a bed it is." Mary agreed as she gave his cock a playful tug. No sooner had they dried off and made their way to Mary's bed when the older woman hopped onto it and took up a position on all fours. Eager as well, A.C. climbed up behind her and ran his hand across her ass-cheeks. "I think we're going to need some kind of lubricant." he said, remembering an article he read in a magazine somewhere. "I have something we can use in the night table." Mary replied. Leading him over to her night table, A.C. took out a large tube of K-Y Jelly. It wasn't the tube that surprised him as much as the large flesh colored dildo that laid next to it in the drawer. This was truly a night for shattering his illusions about Mrs. Austin. Popping the lid off the jar, Mary reached in and scooped up a generous portion of it with her fingers. First she smeared it over the head of his cock, then the base. That done, she slid a gel covered finger into her ass, then a second, moving them in and out. Evidently, she actually had given this a lot of thought. Finally, satisfied with both the level of lubrication and tightness, she again took up position on all fours and spread her legs. She pushed two pillows under her chest and lowered herself onto them. Her ass hung high in the air, inviting A.C.'s entry. A.C. hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. In the "how to" article he'd read, it had said that anal sex could hurt a lot if you did it wrong. What was that saying he'd once heard. "If sex is a pain in the ass you're doing it wrong!" "It's all right. I'm ready." Mary said as she reached back and again took hold of him, guiding him to her smaller, tighter hole. "Here..." she said as she eased the head of his cock against the opening. Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her, her ass wrapping itself around the gel covered cock. A.C. couldn't believe the tightness of her ass, or how good it felt around his cock. A.C. had been with virgins that hadn't been this tight. He slid back a little, drawing it out about and inch, then two, then he thrusted forward and buried his shaft deep inside her. "Fuck yes!!!!" Mary yelled as she felt the pain / pleasure combination rip into her. "Fuck my ass, fill it with that big beautiful cock!" As her hole relaxed more, A.C. began to develop a rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke. Mary followed the rhythm, pushing her ass back to meet each new thrust, until his now engorged balls slapped against her ass. Her frenzy increased with each new penetration, until she could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise. As one hand balanced her against the bed, the other had found it's way to her clit and she frigged herself incessantly, adding to the fires raging within her. Feeling A.C. begin to tense behind her, she managed through sheer effort to again find her voice. "Fuck me...." she panted in gasps. "Fill my ass with that beautiful cum." A few seconds later, A.C. fulfilled her request as he experienced the most explosive orgasm of his young life. Mary's sphincter tightened around the base of his cock as a fountain of cum rushed into her. Each additional thrust brought more, until he was finally drained completely. Then in exhaustion he collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her as if, even drained, she was unwilling to get him go. The second session of lovemaking left both of them totally exhausted and they slept the sleep of the contented. It was early morning before either of them opened their eyes. "Good morning, lover." Mary said as she kissed A.C. awake. "Good morning." the young man responded as he sat up in bed and looked at the nearby clock. They looked at each other for a moment. Neither had to say it, they both knew that the intimacy that they'd shared mere hours before was not to be repeated. It would however live forever in their memories. "Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes." Mary Austin said as she adjusted the belt on her robe. "You have time to grab a shower if you want." "Sounds like a good idea." A.C. said as he slipped out from under the sheets and stood up. Strange as it seemed, given the events of last night, but he felt a little funny standing naked in front of Mary. He did however take note that she hadn't offered to join him in the shower. The night was really over. A.C.'s showers was brief and he stepped out of the bathroom ten minutes later. As he stepped out into the hall, he was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the tall figure standing alongside the bathroom door. "I hope you had the decency to bring your own clean underwear." said the deep male voice from behind A.C. "Josh!" he said as he whirled around. The two friends exchanged hugs, it was as if it had been days instead of months since they'd seen each other. It took only a few minutes to bring each other up to date. "I hope you haven't left my bed the mess you usually leave yours in." Josh said as he took a step toward his room, the one closest to the bathroom. "Oh shit!" A.C. said to himself, horror flashing through his mind. Josh's bed was as crisply made as it was the previous afternoon. It would be obvious that A.C. hadn't slept in it. "I knew it!" Josh exclaimed as he stepped into his room. "Josh, I...." A.C. said as he followed him. Horror turned to relief as A.C. saw that the bed was an appropriate mess. Mary had even thought of that. "..... I was just going to get to that." A.C. finished. "Hey, I'm only kidding." his friend laughed. "Let's get down to breakfast." Breakfast was as good if not better than last nights dinner. By the time the two young men were done, both of their plates were empty. A.C. couldn't remember the last time he'd had such an appetite. Mary was about to say something when the phone rang. Josh started to get up when she said she'd get it. "If that's the office, tell them I died." he quipped. The call turned out to be from Mike Ford, one of the teachers at the school that both boys had attended long ago. Mary still did some volunteer work for the PTA. The conversation was brief, merely a confirmation of previously agreed on plans. It was the tag at the end of their chat that surprised the two young men at the table. "Oh Mike, does that offer of dinner still hold for Saturday night?" Mary asked. "It does? Well then why don't you pick me up around 07:30. Good, I'll see you then. Bye." Josh Austin looked at his mother in shock. Mike Ford, a widower himself, had been asking Mary out for three months now. On every other occasion, she gave him the same pat answer - that it was too soon. Josh had begun to think that she would still be giving that same answer until long after anyone stopped asking. "What brought on this change of heart?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining." "Oh I don't know." Mary said as she picked up the two empty plates. "I guess A.C.'s visit made me realize that I should stop acting my age - or at least how I thought a woman my age was supposed to act." "That's my friend A.C." Josh said as he slapped him on the back. "I always said you had a golden tongue." "I can attest to that." Mary said too low for her son to hear, but the wide smile on her face was evident to all. END Home Improvement - Jill's Story-by Ann Douglas (AnnD@NYC.Pipeline.Com) Jill Taylor savored the absolute quiet in the house as she sat at the dinner table going over her psychology notes for the exam she would be facing Monday morning. Normally on a Saturday afternoon, the Taylor household would be filled with the sounds of her three sons, not to mention the noise of her husband Tim's latest home improvement project. Under those conditions, studying would've been out of the question. So it was with great appreciation that she watched as Tim and his sidekick Al loaded Mark, Randy and Brad into the van and headed off to the woods for a weekend of camping. The clock chimed one and Jill decided it was time for a break. Making herself a glass of ice tea, she moved over to the couch and stretched out her legs. "All I need right now," Jill thought, "Is someone to massage my feet." Almost as in answer, the doorbell rang and Jill put aside her cup of tea as she rose to answer it. "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Taylor." The beautiful young woman said as Jill opened the door. "Heidi!" Jill replied as she saw the young assistant from Tool Time standing in the doorway. "I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday afternoon, Mrs. Taylor." The dark haired girl said with a smile. "But this package came for Tim at the studio. I happened to stop by there because I forgot something yesterday and I saw it in the mail bin. Its the new powered tape measure he ordered and since he's been talking about it all week, I thought I'd drop it off on my way home." "Why that's awfully nice of you, Heidi." Jill said as she took the small package. "But I'm afraid Tim took the boys camping for the weekend." "Oh well," Heidi said. "At least it'll be waiting for him when he get home." "Well as long as you're here, I was just taking a study break and having an ice tea." said Jill. "Would you like to join me?" "Sure." Heidi said as she stepped inside. As she walked by, Jill couldn't help but note how beautiful she was. Aside from a very pretty face, she had a body that just didn't quit. Her breasts were firm and full, her stomach flat, and her buns small and round. Her long brown hair hung loose across the low cut blouse she wore. The kind men loved because it game them an ample view of a woman's breasts. In the last year or so, Jill had become increasingly aware that she was getting older and gaining weight as well as years. She no longer had the body she once did, not that she ever had a body anything like Heidi's. "Lemon?" Jill asked as she poured the tea. "Yes, please." Heidi replied as she looked around the living room. "You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Taylor." "Why thank you." Jill responded. "And please call me Jill. Mrs. Taylor sounds so old." "Ok, Jill." Heidi laughed as she took the tall glass. "Do you enjoy working on Tool Time?" Jill asked, not knowing what else to say. "Oh yes," The younger girl beamed. "Its a lot of fun, and Tim's a great boss. I was very lucky to get the job." Jill took note of the inflection in Heidi's voice when she said her husband's name. The previous Tool Time girl had been fired after she came on to Tim one night when he was working late. Tim had laughed the incident off, but Jill had been shaken by it. She no longer thought of herself as sexy or even pretty. Tim didn't help matters any with all his jokes about her weight and how he'd soon have to build an addition onto the house so he'd have room to move around. Even their lovemaking had become pretty routine and dull. That was one of the reasons she had decided to go back to school, to recapture the self image she had once had. "Oh, your studying psychology." Heidi noted as she saw the books spread out on the dinner table. "I minored in that when I was in college." "You minored in psychology." Jill repeated, when she was really thinking, "You went to college?" "Well I majored in business administration, and psychology seemed a good minor to go along with it." Heidi continued as she flipped through the open textbook. "You have a degree in business and you're working on Tool Time?" Jill asked in disbelief. "Well its not my great ambition, but it pays the bills. Its not that easy finding a good position in todays job market. So for now, if they want to pay me good money to smile and look nice standing next to the tools, well I'm not going to turn them down. Look how well Vanna White did just turning letters." "I guess so," replied Jill. "Beauty and brains," She thought. "I should hate this girl but I don't, I envy her" "In fact, I was amazed that the girl before me even quit." Heidi added. "Well she really didn't quit." Jill said without thinking. "She made a grab for Tim one night and she was asked to leave." No sooner had she said it then Jill was sorry she had. Was she that afraid that Heidi would also make a play for Tim. And if she did take him away, that Jill couldn't find anyone else who would want her. "That must've been terrible." Heidi said. Jill just nodded. Well I can assure you that you don't have to worry about that happening between me and Tim." Heidi said. "Really." Jill replied unconvincingly as all her fears suddenly rolled out. "I can just ignore the fact that you're twice as beautiful as the girl you replaced. That you are already going out of your way to do little things for my husband. That he spends the day with you walking around in cut off shorts and a low tank top and then comes home to me. That he doesn't even look at me in desire anymore. His hot rod gets more attention." If Jill had regretted her first comments, these were even worse. They had all just come blurting out. She felt like a fool. "You shouldn't feel that way, you're a very attractive woman." Heidi said. "If Tim can't see that, well than he's not the man I thought he was. It doesn't matter if a woman gets a little older or puts on a few more pounds, it doesn't change who she is." "You really don't have an interest in Tim?" Jill asked. "Of course not, no interest at all." "I wish I could believe that." Jill answered. "Listen, I'm going to tell you something I really don't tell people. Most of them wouldn't understand, but I'm telling you because I think its the only way to convince you of what I'm saying." Jill just look at her perplexed. "Jill, I don't have any interest in Tim or any man. I'm a Lesbian." Heidi said. "A lesbian?" Jill repeated softly. That's right, so you don't ever have to worry about Tim and me." "I never would've guessed, I mean you don't look like one." "What does a lesbian look like?" Heidi asked. "Ugly women with crew cuts and logger outfits. Bull dykes who hate men. Most people are so homophobic that all they can see are the stereotypes." "You're right, and Tim is one of them." Jill countered. "And I guess in a way so am I. I guess I expected a lesbian to be just like that." "So I assume that you'll keep my secret." Heidi asked. "Oh of course." Jill replied. The two women drank the rest of their tea in silence. Jill couldn't keep her eyes off Heidi. Lesbian, the word brought up a multitude of images in her mind. She remembered all the jokes she had heard growing up. Living on military bases all her life, the image of homosexuals she got was far from positive. Even in college, there were a few girls that people whispered about, but Jill had never really known any of them. Heidi finished her drink and placed the glass down on the table. She thanked Jill and said she should let Jill get back to her books. She started for the door when Jill spoke. "Heidi, did you really mean it when you said I was pretty?" "You mean did I say that as one woman saying it to make another feel good about her appearance," the younger woman replied. "Or did I say that as a lesbian who might find you desirable?" "I guess that's exactly what I mean." Jill said, a little embarrassed to hear it put just that honestly. "Well, I'll give you an honest answer." Heidi said as she took a few steps forward until she was only a few feet away from Jill. "As a woman, I find you very attractive. You're cute, articulate, and have an very good wit. I was never one for empty headed Barbie doll types. If I had the slightest thought that you might've been interested, I definitely would've made a pass at you. Does that answer your question?" "Yes," Jill laughed, a wide smile on her face. A smile that had been too long absent. "See, look at that." Heidi said in response to the smile. "How could anyone not think you were beautiful." Jill turned beet red. The idea that another woman would find her beautiful in a sexual way both embarrassed and excited her. "Well, I'd better go." Heidi said again. "Wait," Jill exclaimed as she took a step closer. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I can't imagine I'll ever be in the situation to say it again." "What?" Heidi asked in curiosity, this time the wide smile was on her face. "Whenever I seen a picture of two women who were, well you know....." "Lesbians....dykes....women in comfortable shoes...." Heidi quipped. "Yes," Jill continued, now even more embarrassed. "I've always wondered what it would be like....... to kiss another woman." "Is that all?" Heidi said. Before Jill could say another word, Heidi stepped closer and moved her lips to Jill's. The softness of their touch sent a spark of excitement though the older woman. Closing her eyes, she felt the wetness of the younger girl's tongue press against her lips. She opened her mouth to admit it. Her own tongue reached out to caress it. While she indulged in the heady sensation of the taboo kiss, Jill reached up and cupped Heidi's breast as so many boys had once done to her. Braless under the thin blouse, Jill could feel the warm softness and ran her fingers across Heidi's erect nipples. The erectness told her that Heidi was as excited as she was. Finally the kiss ended and Heidi took a step back. She had been surprised when Jill had reached for her breast. Surprised, but pleased. "I hope that was all you expected." Heidi said. "Yes it was." Jill replied breathlessly. "Well, I guess its really time for me to go now." Heidi repeated. Jill didn't reply as the dark haired woman turned and headed for the door. She had gone so far as to open it when Jill finally spoke. "I'd really like you to stay, Heidi." She said with firm conviction. Taking the younger woman's hand in her own, Jill led Heidi up the stairs to her bedroom. Her heart was racing and her skin felt warm all over. Part of her felt a little guilty about what she was doing, but a larger part of her wanted it to happen. All thoughts of Tim and the boys had been banished from her mind. All she knew at this moment was that she was with someone who felt she was desirable. That it was another woman just filled a secret long buried fantasy. No sooner had they entered the bedroom when Jill turned and kissed Heidi. This time she was the aggressor. As long as she didn't stop to think about what she was doing, she wouldn't have second thoughts. She again reached for Heidi's large breasts, sliding her hands across them. Heidi broke the kiss and sat Jill down on the bed. Then with slow, deliberate movements, she began to unbutton her blouse. Jill watched fascinated as the view of Heidi's bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the blouse and the plentiful mounds fell free. Her aureole were almost two inches across and stood out as dark circles against her creamy white skin. Her nipples were thick like the nipples of a baby bottle, just begging to be sucked. She reached up and ran her long fingers across each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples. Then she pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out with her tongue. She was just able to caress her own nipple. Then she repeated the action with her own breast. "Do you like?" She asked. "Oh yes...." Jill said softly. Heidi now undid the belt on her jeans and let them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, she reached down and slipped off the small white panties she wore. Jill looked down at the small patch of pubic hair, it was obvious she trimmed it regularly. Jill had many times tasted the juices of her own pussy, be it on her fingers after masturbation or on Tim's cock after intercourse. She wondered how different Heidi would taste. So wrapped up in the building lust with now filled her, Jill never considered the idea of not eating out Heidi. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. "Now its your turn?" Heidi said. Jill stood up and reached behind her to undo the zipper of her dress. As it dropped, she wished she had a prettier bra on. She had a few really exotic ones, but they were buried in the bottom of her underwear draw. They had been for a long time. Opening the clasp of her bra, Jill hesitated for a moment. Not out of embarrassment, but from the thought that they would pale next to Heidi's. "I'm afraid they haven't held up as much as I wished they had." Jill said as she opened the undergarment. "They, like you are beautiful." Heidi replied as she stepped over to Jill and placed a hand on each breast. Then she bent over and planted a kiss on each nipple, running her tongue across it as she did. Jill sighed, it felt so wet and soft. Tim could never suck her breasts without using his teeth - like they were a meal to be devoured. Heidi reached down and slid off Jill's panties. Unlike her own tightly trimmed hair, Jill had a wild bush that spread all over her crotch. Tim truly hated going down her, so there wasn't really any reason to cut it. Now both women were totally naked and Heidi held Jill tight against her. Their breasts pressed against one another as Heidi kissed Jill lightly and nibbled at her ear. "Are you sure you're comfortable about this?" She whispered as she caressed Jill's body. "Yes." Jill whispered back. Heidi kissed her again, harder this time. Her hands rubbed up against Jill's large ass, playing with the large mounds of flesh. Sliding upward, her fingers glided against her moist pussy, stopping to rub against her clit and her opening. "You know what would be great." Heidi said as she nibbled on Jill's neck. "If we took a shower together." 'That's a great idea!" Jill exclaimed as she broke the embrace and pulled Heidi to the master bathroom. "And you're not going to believe this shower." Jill was right about the shower, Heidi couldn't believe it. It was big enough for four people. It had four showerheads at different heights and even a bench built into the wall if you wanted to sit in the shower. There was piped in music from a speaker built into the ceiling and an assortment of hand rails for balance. Tim had built it for her birthday last year, then they had used it together exactly twice. After that it was off to the next project. Sometimes Jill thought Tim had a better orgasm when he completed a project that when he fucked her. "I love this!" Heidi said as she turned on al four showers. "It feels great!" Jill joined her in the shower and was instantly in her arms. They kissed for a few minutes, rubbing their hands over each other, letting the hot water cover their bodies. They each covered their hands with liquid soap from the wall mounted dispenser and soaped up each others body. Heidi's hands slid across Jill's body, playing with her breasts, pulling them to her mouth. This time she took her time, playing with each nipple with both her fingers and tongue. Jill closed her eyes, letting herself drift in delight. It felt so good. They soon changed places and Jill took one on of her new lover's large nipples into her mouth. Never could she imagine that she would be sucking on another woman's breasts and loving it. She tried to imitate Heidi's actions but she knew she couldn't do her the same justice. But Heidi didn't seem to mind based on the look of bliss on her face. She laughed as the water dripped down her body and offered Jill her other breast. Eagerly, Jill shifted her mouth to it. After a little while, Heidi eased Jill to a sitting position on the bench. Spreading her legs, the younger woman dropped to her knees and began to kiss her way up Jill's tighs. Reaching her pubic mound, she covered it with kisses and then spread it open with her fingers. The twin sensations of the warm water hitting against her body and the touch of Heidi's talented tongue was enough to almost send Jill into instant orgasm. It had been years since anyone had touched her in such a way. Feeling the shudder that passed though Jill's body, Heidi pushed her tongue deep inside Jill. At the same time, she pushed her face tighter against her mound. It wouldn't take long she knew, Jill had waited too long for this. She continued to lick away with all her energy, rubbing against her clit with her finger as she did. Jill was beyond talking now, but Heidi could measure her response by the quickness of her breath. When Jill finally came it was explosive. Her body quaked with passion and Heidi took a powerful grip on her legs and held her waiting mouth and tongue firm. Jill also had a firm grip on the back of her head and was also holding it in place. The sweetness of Jill's cum delighted Heidi as it slid across her tongue and into her mouth. It was made even more delightful by the knowledge that this was the first time she had given it to another woman. Finally Jill's exhausted form stopped shaking and she laid back against the tile wall. Heidi laid at her feet, her head resting against her mound, watching the shower water wash her lover clean. Minutes passed, then Jill said. "Now its my time, but lets move to the bed. I want to let your juices cover my face, not just wash away." Heidi just smiled at Jill's enthusiasm. There was nothing like the passion of a woman who had decided that you were the one she wanted to give her viginity to. In a way, prior to today, she had been as much a virgin as she had been before her first man. Dropping onto the bed, wet and naked, Jill motioned for Heidi to lay on top of her. "Don't worry about getting the sheets wet!" She exclaimed. "Before we're done I want them soaked and not just with water!" "Yes, indeed." Heidi thought as she laid atop Jill. "The passion of a virgin!" Jillhere were other people out there who could love her. Heidi spent the night and they made love twice more. Both of them knew that their sexual relationship would go no further than the morning, but it had done Jill a world of good. After breakfast, Heidi gave Jill a gentle kiss good- bye and simple left. Heading into the kitchen to clean up the dishes, Jill saw the small package Heidi had come by yesterday to deliver. Taking the box in her hand, Jill tossed it upward and then caught it in mid-air. "I don't think I'll ever complain about Tim's stupid tools again." She said to the empty air. With a memory of satisfaction in her mind and a smile on her face, Jill tossed the power tape measure onto the kitchen countertop. END Hot Summer Night Part One by Ann Douglas Rachel Fontana fumbled with the two paper bags full of groceries as she tried to unlock the door to her apartment. It had been a hectic day, the likes of which she hadn't seen in a long time. All she wanted to do was have dinner, kick off her shoes and turn up the air conditioner to high. New York City in August was not a fun place to be. Especially in the middle of a heat wave. "Damn." she mumbled as she almost dropped the keys. "Nothing is going right today." The door finally opened and she stumbled inside, just as one of the bags ripped, sending the contents all over the floor. She put the remaining bag on the small breakfast nook of her equally small kitchenette and then went back to pick up the rest. Then it hit her that the apartment was insufferable hot. What was wrong with the air conditioning. Reaching for a can of peas, she noticed the small note that had been slipped under her door. Picking it up she read. "To all tenants.....A Con Edison transformer blew out over on Houston Street causing a small blackout. Electricity is expected to be restored by 8 PM . Any problems please call me. A. Martinez" "96 degrees and no air conditioning." Rachel said to herself as she dropped the last of the groceries on the small table. "This day's never going to end. At least it's Friday." With a shrug, the 25 year old proceeded to open some of the windows in her 4th floor apartment to let in the breeze, not that there was any. Without the countering effect of the air conditioner it was definitely too hot to turn on the oven so she decided to just toss a TV dinner in the microwave instead. First order of business however had to be a cold shower. After ten hours in these clothes, capped by a twenty minute ride in that inferno they call the subway, even the most expensive outfit began to look like a rag. The layer of sweat under those clothes was beginning to itch. Stepping into the bathroom, Rachel took a good look at herself in the mirror. The heat and humidity had really done a number on her blonde hair. She hated to think what it would look like if she hadn't decided to get it cut short for the summer. Unbuttoning her blouse, she practically had to peel it off. Her bra followed, revealing a firm 34 inch bust covered with small droplets of perspiration. "You think that if I was going to get this sweaty I'd have least had fun getting that way." she laughed to herself. Truth was that it had been quite some months since Rachel enjoyed that kind of fun. She had broke up with her last boyfriend in June and really hadn't met any one she really liked since. Oh there'd been a few dates here and there, even a few overnight stays. But they were just quick fucks, something to break up the monotony. The last one of them was three weeks ago. "Too bad "Old Herman" isn't here any more." Rachel mused as she finished undressing. "Old Herman" was Herman Kruger. Up to a month ago he'd been the superintendent of the building. He wasn't really that old but it was a name the neighborhood kids had given him. A really nice man, the 61 year old had befriended the young secretary when she'd moved in last year. That friendship had turned into something a little bit more on his birthday last year when she'd given him a blow job as a gift. It was the least she could do after all the favors he'd done for her. To her surprise, Herman had turned out to be both quite well endowed and potent. Afterwards, she didn't know why she expected him to be otherwise except for the common misconception a lot of younger people have that older people don't have sex. It had been such an enjoyable experience that it began to be repeated at least once a month. Among all the good thing she could say about Herman, the first on her list would be that he was definitely all man. Unlike so many of the men she encountered in her office or in the bars and gym she frequented. In fact, the brown haired girl was thinking of seeing how good a fuck he might be when his birthday came around again. But Herman had died in a car accident early last month, causing her to regret having not acted on her impulse. More than just a sometime lover, Herman had been a friend and she cried long and hard when she heard the news. She'd gone to his wake only to find herself under verbal assault by his widow. A nasty woman who Herman had once mentioned had lost interest in sex twenty years before. Mrs. Kruger had evidently somehow found out about the little gifts to her husband. She'd called Rachel a whore and threatened to make enough of scene that she'd have Rachel thrown out of the building. As it turned out, it was the widow Kruger that moved out instead. Michael Maris, who also lived on the building, overheard her discussion with Rachel and quickly moved to the younger woman's defense. He told the widow that Rachel hadn't been the only person in the building who was servicing the late Mr. Kruger. Michael was so openly gay that Hanna Kruger couldn't help but get his meaning. Herman hadn't been too particular about who was on the other end of a hot mouth. Not exactly the kind of story the widow Kruger wanted spread around. Rachel hadn't met the new super yet. He'd only started last week and there were 19 other tenants. He'd get around to introducing himself to her soon enough. Stepping into the shower, she idly wondered what were the odds that Mr. A. Martinez was a 6' Adonis who had a thing for small short haired brunettes. The splash of cool water against her 5'4" frame felt good. The frigid touch caused her nipples to harden, reminding her it was been sometime since anyone had touched them. Brushing the tips with her fingers, she smiled at the pleasing sensation it brought. Even as a teenager, she'd had the most sensitive nipples. After spending a few moments to cool off her body, Rachel turned the single water control in the opposite direction. She filled her hands with liquid soap from the wall dispenser and began to soap up her body. Rachel again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples to a familiar hardness. As always, her own touch felt so good. Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way to the tightly trimmed blonde bush below. She continued down between her legs and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail of bubbles in her wake. Rachel let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her mound. Running her long outstretched fingers across her firm mounds once again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman was reminded of how horny she'd felt lately. The last two men who'd shared her bed had turned out to be serious disappointments. Both had shot their load much too soon and had little interest in spending the time after that to give her the pleasure she deserved. "God, I need a good fuck." she said to herself as she again glided her fingers down across her stomach and across the thin layer of blonde fuzz. With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden within. Closing her eyes as she leaned back again the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it. "Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from her cunt. "That feels so nice." She slid a soapy finger up within herself, followed by a second and a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have to do. It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her fingers in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a conflagration. The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room with steam. The heat of which paled next to that which radiated across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy. Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O. Rachel felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form. Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the shower drops, passed as the blonde rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax. Exiting the shower, she quickly dried off and just put on a thin cloth robe. Since she had no plans for the evening other than crashing on the couch with a pint of chocolate ice cream, getting dressed again was a waste of time. At bedtime she would exchange the robe for the thin T-shirt she normally wore to sleep. Except on those nights when she had company in which case she skipped the shirt. Fifteen minutes later, the remains of a TV dinner were in the garbage pail. Since the power was still off, she turned on the battery powered radio and settled on the couch with the book she had been reading on the train. Another hour had passed by the time she looked up at the clock, noticing that it was already 8:15 and still no power. It was then she heard someone knocking on the door across the hall and the sound of muffled voices. A minute later came a loud knocking on her own door. Rachel took a moment to compose herself before answering. After all, she still was only wearing the robe. She looked though the peep-hole and then opened the door. Standing in the doorway was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30's. About 5'9", she had a dark olive complexion and weighed in the neighborhood of 150 lbs. Her frame carried the weight well, the type of woman you usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair topped a round pleasant face and thick bright red lips framed a warm smile. "Can I help you?" Rachel asked. "Rachel Fontana, right?" the woman asked in return. "Yes, that me." Rachel replied a little on the defensive. "Can I help you." she repeated. "Actually I was just stopping by to see if I could help you." the woman said. "Antoinette Martinez, I'm the new superintendent." It was then that Rachel noticed the tool box on the floor. It never occurred to her that A. Martinez could be a woman. She was dressed in a plain denim shirt and pants. But there was no mistaking that she was a woman, not with the valley of her 38 inch bust visible to the point of bursting through the open top buttons of her blouse. "Oh, nice to finally meet you." Rachel recovered. "Won't you please come in." "Thank you." Antoinette said as she picked up the tool box and stepped inside. "I'm afraid I have some bad new." she continued as Rachel closed the door. "Con Ed now says they might not have the power back before midnight. So I thought I'd check and make sure nobody needed batteries for flashlights or anything like that." "That's very thoughtful of you." Rachel said. "Well being new and all, I figured it couldn't hurt." she said. The pleasantries out of the way, Rachel suddenly felt a little awkward and at a loss for words. "I was just thinking of having a cold beer." she said. "Would you like one, or soda if you want?" "No, a beer would be fine." the taller woman said. "You were the last person on the tenant list so I'm done for the night." Reaching into the refrigerator for two bottles, the younger woman wondered why she had suddenly offered her a beer. Then again, it never hurt to be nice to the super, you never knew when something in the apartment was going to break. Besides, with the television out, a little company for a while might be nice. "Would you like a glass?" she asked as she walked back into the living room. "The bottle's fine." Antoinette said as she accepted the drink. "Have a seat." Rachel said as she gestured to the couch. "Antoinette, you said, right?" "Most people call me, Toni." she said as she took a sip from the bottle. "It's a lot easier." "OK, Toni it is." she said as she brought her own bottle to her lips. The two women took a another drink of beer, commenting how good it tasted in the oppressive heat. Toni commented on the decor of the small apartment and asked what kind of work Rachel did. The smaller woman told how she was a secretary at a midtown law firm. She's been there a little over two years and was quite happy in that aspect in her life. In turn, she asked Toni how she happened to wind up as the superintendent. "Well, I've always liked working with my hands." she said between sips. "I grew up with four brothers and my father was a jack of all trades. He just treated me like he did his sons and taught me everything he knew." "Must be interesting." Rachel noted, all too aware that changing a light bulb was the extent of her own household repair skills. "It can be." was the olive skinned woman's reply. "And I was really lucky to get this job. If it wasn't for Herman having introduced me to the owners a few months ago, I'd have never gotten it. They were looking for a replacement for one of their other buildings and I was applying for that job. Then when Herman had his accident, I applied for this one instead." "You were a friend of Herman's" Rachel asked. "Actually he was a friend of my fathers first." Toni continued. "I've known him about ten years, ever since I got out of college." "You went to college?" a surprised Rachel asked. "I have a B.A. in business." she replied. "But I soon found that the 9-5 grind wasn't for me. I've never looked back." "So much for first impressions." Rachel thought as she finished her drink. "Can I get you another one of those?" she asked. "Thank you, that would be fine." Toni said as she handed back her own empty bottle. Rachel quickly returned from the kitchen with two more bottle as well as a few snacks out of the fridge. The first drink had been simple courtesy, this was because she found she liked this woman. "So how has your first week been?" she asked as they again took their places on the couch. "So far, so good." she replied. "It's funny meeting all the people Herman told stories about and how most everyone has turned out to be just like he described them." "Herman described everyone to you?" Rachel asked, wondering what he'd said about her. "Oh yeah, all the little dirty details." Toni laughed. "Like Mrs. Stapleton up in 5B who likes to change in front of an open window, knowing full well that Johnny Ross's room is right across the courtyard. That 14 year old gets a free show every night. Or Keith Lewis down in 2A, who skips over to Betty Rogers apartment as soon as her husband leaves for work in the morning." Rachel smiled, she hadn't heard that one before. Gossip was more fun when you knew the people involved. "I'm almost afraid to ask what he told you about me." she said. "Only good things." Toni returned her smile. "That's you were a good person, that you were very caring and considerate....and oh yeah, and that you gave killer head!" Rachel had just started to take a long pull on her beer during Toni's pause. Now she almost choked as she spit out what she had just began to swallow. "What....." she gasped. "Are you OK?" Toni leaned forward. "I'm afraid sometimes I talk before I think." "It's all right." Rachel said as she caught her breath. "You just took me off guard." "If it makes you feel any better, he mentioned that when I was giving him one too." Toni said. "You and Herman?" Rachel asked. "Nothing serious, just a little recreational sex now and then." Toni replied. "Herman liked to screw around without any complications. He was pretty good at it too." The grin of satisfaction on her beaming face caused Rachel to again regret never having found out for herself. "Hope you're not embarrassed by all this." Toni said. "There's nothing wrong with a fun fuck now and then." Rachel agreed with the older woman and lamented that it'd been too long since she'd had a good fuck. "There's nothing wrong with making use of a good man." the younger woman said. "I wish I could find a new one." "How do you feel about women?" Toni asked almost casually as she took another sip. "In what way?" Rachel asked, caught off guard by the question. "In this way." Toni said in a tone almost too soft to be heard as she leaned all the way forward and kissed Rachel on her lips. The sudden pressure of those thick full lips against her own took the young secretary by surprise. It'd been a very long time since she'd been kissed by another woman like this - junior year of college to be exact. It'd been a short but very intense affair with an older girl at NYU. The opportunity to experiment further had never presented itself. After a few very long seconds, Toni broke the kiss and moved her head back a little. She'd been unsure of what Rachel's reaction would be but figured that the worse that could happen would be that she'd tell her to get out of her apartment. When there was no resistance to the kiss and no outcry when it was done, she knew that wasn't going to happen. Just then, the lights in the apartment came back on and the steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room. Both woman looked into each others eyes, searching for something to say. Finally, Rachel spoke, shattering the quiet. "Talk about a kiss being magic." she said. Both women laughed, the awkward threshold behind them. Toni reached out and took Rachel's hand in her own. "Are you OK with this? she asked softly. "What do you think?" she replied as this time she moved forward and returned the kiss. Part Two This time the kiss was long and even more pleasant. Rachel was surprised at how comfortable she was with the idea of an encounter with another woman. Oh well, her motto had always been, if it feels good - do it. The two women traded kisses for a few minutes, their tongues making the briefest of contacts. Rachel felt a soft touch just below her neck, a touch that became firmer as it moved beneath the folds of her robe. Toni's hand closed on the younger woman's small globe, tickling the hard erect nipple as it did. "That feels nice." Rachel purred between kisses, thinking how the touch was so unlike that of her last lover. Both soft and hard at the same time. "It gets better." was the whispered reply. Toni undid the sash of Rachel's robe and pulled it open, giving her open access to the soft delights beneath it. Easing the light skinned girl back on to the soft cushions, she reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her smaller globes. In a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them, playing with the small nipples with her outstretched thumbs. "Oh yes." Rachel said as she closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sensation. Was it only an hour or so ago she was wishing for the touch of a new lover. Pleased with Rachel's reaction, Toni leaned over and kissed each nipple. Continuing to play with her left breast, the super ran her tongue across the right, leaving a thin trail of wetness. Her mouth now sought out the rest of the tenant's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering the entire surface them with wetness. Rachel shivered at the touch of Toni's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Rachel's small nubs. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves through Rachel, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Toni, spurring her on. Toni reached down between Rachel's legs and traced the outline of her blonde framed haired mound with her finger. Then it moved to the center and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Rachel's lips as Toni slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Toni licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Rachel's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and lower she kissed her way until she reached the edge of Rachel's wetness. The super then kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Rachel's ecstasy. "Oh yes....Rachel said as she reached down and guided Toni's head. "It feels so good...." The smell of Rachel's crotch made Toni lightheaded. It was like perfume to her. She reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she knew would never grow tired of. "Oh God, Toni," Rachel said as her body jumped at the touch. "I never knew it could feel so wonderful." None of her male lovers or even her female one of years ago had ever brought her such sensations. Encouraged, Toni moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Rachel's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Rachel wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Rachel reached down and held the dark woman's head between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue. Unable to use her hands any longer, Toni reached behind and grabbed Rachel's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against of the soft flesh of her buttocks, Toni pulled Rachel's lover body harder against her face. This caused her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her lover. Rachel began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Toni could taste the increase in sweat nectar that was now beginning to flow in a stead stream around her tongue. She opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation. The Puerto Rican was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey, so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held Rachel tight as the secretary screamed out loud and trashed about it ecstasy. It had been a long time since she'd had a sexual release this good. Toni continued to lick Rachel's pussy, stopping only when the smaller girl finally laid still. She laid there between her legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down her thighs. "That was so wonderful." Rachel said in a breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated." "I'm glad," Toni said as she brought herself up to a sitting position. "I've wanted to do that all week long, ever since I saw you on the day I got here." The thought that Toni had been lusting after her all week caused a sudden flash of lust between her legs. Sparking a dying ember back to life. "Why did you wait so long." she exclaimed as she reached out and pulled Toni close to her. She kissed her forcefully, tasting her own juices in Toni's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking droplets of honeydew from around her lips. "Can you spend the night?" Rachel suddenly blurted out. "Of course." Toni broadly smiled. "But I just want to say that I really didn't plan this. I'm not denying that I wanted to get you into bed but this wasn't..." Rachel cut off her with a finger pressed against her lips. "I don't care." she interrupted. "I don't care if you strapped on a 9" dildo beneath your jeans with the idea of coming up here and fucking the shit out of me. All I know is that I don't want you to leave." "Too bad I didn't think of that." Toni said amused. "Maybe next time." she added with an evil grin as she kissed Rachel again. "Why don't we move to the bedroom where we'll be more comfortable." she added. The two women quickly moved from the couch to the bedroom. Rachel hadn't opened the single bed room window there because it held the apartment's other air conditioning unit. Secure behind the closed door, it had already cooled the small room to a crisp temperature. It wouldn't belong before they raised it a few degrees. "Strip for me." Rachel said as she slid into the bed and turned over. "Show me what a beautiful body you have." While she might not have been sexually active in that area, Rachel had secretly loved looking at the naked bodies of other women. From the days back in junior high school when she and her friends began to first develop into young women to the shower room and lockers of her current all women heath club, it was her secret little perversion. Toni took a position at the bottom left of the bed and smiled. If the young blonde wanted a show she would give her one. She reached up and began to slowly undo the top buttons of her blouse. her nimble fingers had gotten to the third button when she stopped. Letting go, her hand went instead to her belt and picked up her beeper. With a flourish she pressed the off switch. "My work day is done." she grinned. "No sense tempting any unwanted interruptions." Dropping the pager on the nearby dresser, Toni returned to her blouse. The remaining buttons quickly opened and the sides of the denim shirt parted. She held them closed for a moment then pulled them apart, thrusting her chest forward as she did. Hanging from her now exposed chest were dark, impressive mounds. Much larger than Rachel's, they were capped by wide brown auroles. Centered in each of them was a thick even darker nipple. Dropping her blouse on the floor, Toni slid her hand up along her flat chest and under each breast. She stretched her fingers out and across her soft skin. Toni had been an early bloomer, her breasts appearing before most of her girlfriends and continuing to develop after their's had appeared. She loved having them free and hated the constricting feeling of a bra. In fact, she'd stopped wearing one in her senior year of high school. A decision that had brought lots of appreciative smiles to the male population and disapproving looks from most of the female half. Toni again ran her long fingers across each breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples, much as she had played with Rachel's smaller globes. Then she pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out with her own tongue. She was just able to caress her own nipple. Then she repeated the action with her own breast. "Do you like?" She asked. "Oh yes...." Rachel said softly as she stoked her own breasts. Toni undid the belt on her jeans and let them drop to the floor. To Rachel's surprise, the tall woman didn't wear panties either. A wild dark bush of pubic hair filled the triangle between her outstretched legs, more hair than she'd ever seen on anyone at the health spa. Toni obviously worked out, her muscle tone was just too good to for her not to have. There was little fat on her body, just muscle. Looking for a word to describe her, Rachel couldn't come up with one. She thought of the female bodybuilders she'd seen on TV, but they all looked too masculine. Toni combined the best of both. The thought that she would soon know the delights of that beautiful body sent a shimmer of anticipation thought her own slender form. Crawling into the bed to join Rachel, Toni immediately brought one of her breasts level with the younger woman's lips. She lifted it and pressed her nipple against the pink lips. "Suck it." she said, the tone of her voice giving no doubt that it was a command, not a request. Rachel eagerly complied, opening her mouth and taking the long hard nipple within it. She sucked on it for a few moments and then released it. Rachel stuck out her tongue and ran it around the brownness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that dark circle and closed them tightly around the center and began to suck with ecstasy and excitement. The young woman had seen hundreds of naked women in her life, but she had never see a pair of breasts as perfectly sculptured as these. They simply cried out to be touched...to be caressed....to be sucked. She caught the nipple between her teeth and bit down, just enough to send a small jolt of pleasure through Toni. "Harder!" Toni said in response. Eager to please, Rachel did just that, alternating between stinging bites and soft caressing kisses. She looked up into Toni's gaze and with an unspoken nod she signified better. In a more concrete reassurance of her actions, the larger woman shifted her other breast into her mouth so she could work on that one as well. Once the other nipple was just as hard, Rachel moved back and forth from breast to breast, sucking with abandon. Toni ran her hands through Rachel's short blonde hair and pulled her mouth harder against each breast, encouraging the younger woman to take more of it into her mouth. Rachel needed no encouragement as she mouthed Toni's tits, covering each with hot saliva. She again alternated between licks and bites, causing small, sudden jolts of both pain and pleasure. Exactly, she quickly learned, as Toni liked it. While Rachel worked on her breasts, Toni had slid a free hand down between her own legs and had already worked her cunt into a wet and ready frenzy. It hadn't taken long, years of practice had taught her just which buttons to press. Now she wanted something more than her fingers. She pulled her breast from Rachel's mouth, an act that took a little effort as she younger girl was reluctant to release it. A small frown appeared on her face, but it quickly faded when she realized what Toni intended to replace it with. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation, bringing a smile once more to the darker woman. Toni knew she'd have no problem guiding Rachel's mouth to her already wet pussy. In fact she didn't even have to guide it, Rachel couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of Toni's cunt. Standing up on the bed, she moved forward and squatted over his face. With her legs spread, Toni lowered herself until her bushy mound hovered right over her waiting mouth. Rachel stared for a few seconds at the hairy pussy barely two inches above him. It was her first real look at a woman's sex in a good many years. Who'd of imagined when she woke up this morning that before the day was over, the most important thing in the word would be that she do as good a job pleasing this woman above her as she had just done for her. "Ready?" Toni asked, snapping Rachel's mind back from it's wandering. Toni reached down with one hand and parted her cunt lips. Lifting her head as far as he could, Rachel began to lick away as fast as he could. Toni could tell she had little experience licking a woman. Her tongue was all over the place, but occasionally he would hit the right spot. She gently took a hold of her head and began to guide Rachel him to her sensitive spots. "Easy..." She whispered as she lowered herself so that her open cunt now rested on top of her eager mouth. "Just take it nice and slow, let your tongue glide in and out." Finally Rachel began to follow her instructions, coupled with her own memory of what felt good to her and began to be rewarded with a steady ambrosia. It was very different from her memory of her college lover, much better in fact. Either that or the years had made her forget how good it was. She took a moment to promise herself that she wouldn't let herself forget again. "That's much better..." Toni said as she arched back and enjoyed the feel of her tongue inside her. Toni laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of new sensations. She knew it would be this wonderful. From Herman's description, she knew Rachel would be a powderkeg of passion, all she needed was the right spark. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Rachel's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar. The younger woman buried her face between her tighs, causing the older woman to erupt again in a orgasimic burst of delight. "Ooooooo" Rachel moaned as she sucked the fruit of her labors into her mouth. Toni was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of ecstasy raced through her body. She hadn't expected the neophyte lover to actually get her off the first time. It was an unexpected but very pleasant surprise. Toni's body shook twice more, then finally she could give no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or satisfied. She collapsed forward across Rachel's body, her eyes closed once again, this time in exhaustion. Rachel just laid there beneath her, licking the spilled juices from her olive hued legs. later when she could finally look at herself in the mirror, she would find her face covered from cheek to cheek with the shiny residue of Toni's violent eruptions. She was reluctant to wash them off, viewing it as a trophy of sorts. Toni finally stirred and pulled herself around. She gave Toni a long penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her mouth, something which always thrilled her. Wanting more, she explored the wetness of Rachel's mouth until there was none left. "Was it all right?" Rachel finally asked when both of their passions had cooled. "All right?" Toni repeated as she looked up and into Rachel's eyes. "Sugar, if I had a few more lovers like you, I'd give up men for good." Knowing how hard it would be for her to do such a thing, Rachel took it as the highest compliment she had ever received. The look of satisfaction on her face as the two naked woman curled up together and fell asleep in each other's arm was still there when she awoke the next morning. It only faded when she looked at the other side of the bed and realized she was alone. "Toni?" she said as she sat up in bed and looked around. "Antoinette?" she said in a louder tone. "Morning." Antoinette said as she walked back into the room - fully dressed in the clothes she'd worn the night before. "Sleep well?" Rachel nodded yes and swung around to the side of the bed. "I hope you don't mind my using your shower, I have a lot to do today and I'd like to get an early start." "No, no problem." Rachel said as she watched Toni check her beeper before clipping it back on her belt. "I have to clear a clogged drain in the Simpsons apartment this morning." she said, "That kid of their's in always shoving something down it. Then I have an electrical short in the Wilson's to fix. Should be done by noon." The tall woman stepped over to Rachel and leaned over. She grabbed the back of the blonde's hair and kissed her hard. Their tongues met for a brief moment, sending a spark of electricity between them. Just as quickly she let her go. "Why don't I stop by about one. You can make us some lunch" Toni said. "Might even bring you a little surprise for desert." she added with a wicked grin. Rachel surprised herself when she heard herself answered yes without a second thought. "See you then." Toni said as she gave her a brief kiss. "I'll let myself out, I do have a passkey after all." Staring at the empty bedroom doorway, Rachel wondered what she was going to do until noon. END Jennifer's Surprise By Ann Douglas "This trip has been a waste!" Jennifer said to herself as she signaled to the bartender for a refill on the drink. Go to the Club Med on Martinique, the travel agent had said. Its one big party with great guys all over the place. Seven days of fun and sun. Well she'd been here four days and all the guys he's met were wither hopeless jerks or ego tripping jocks looking for an easy lay. If she wanted to meet guys like that she could've stayed home. "Excuse me, mind if I sit here?" said a voice from behind Jennifer. Looking up, Jennifer saw the voice belonged to a tall woman of about 30, dark haired and slightly Hispanic in her features. She wore a small bikini top which barely contained her 36" breasts and a short blue skirt. "I know there are still some empty tables, but if I sit alone I'll have some guy hitting on me before I can even get a drink." Jennifer smiled and motioned to the empty seat across from her. "Thanks" the older woman said as she settled into the chair and signaled for a drink. "Jennifer Carson from New York" the 19 yr. old said as she brushed back her brown hair. "Jade Martinez of San Jaun," answered the woman as the bartender placed her drink before her. "You're right about the guys," Jennifer said. "I've been hit on by so many assholes these last four days that I'm seriously thinking of going home early." "Oh don't do that, I'm sure if you hang in there you'll find someone." "Maybe...." Jennifer said. The conversation went on as they learned more about each other. An hour and several drinks later, Jennifer decided she truly liked this woman. It wasn't anything she could put her finger on but there was definitely something. "Oh shit!" said Jennifer in a low voice as she noticed her roommate crossing the bar. "Not again." "Whats the matter?" Jade asked. "That's my roommate," she answered as she pointed to the giggling blonde crossing the dance floor with one of those "jocks". "It's been like this every night. She meets some asshole jock and winds up back at our room humping his brains out. Then I wind up spending the night camped out on the beach or in a lawn chair. I'm really getting tired of this." "Can't you discuss it with her," Jade asked. "Did she come here with you?" "Never met her before the day I got here. I came on a package plan, you have to have two to a room. They just matched us up when we got off the plane. I tried talking to her and her only response was that if I wanted to I was more than welcome to join in the fun. Given the selection I don't think I'm going to ever get that desperate." "Well....maybe you can switch rooms." "I tried that, they said they had no other requests for switches and there's no way I could afford the upgrade to a single room." "Hmmmm......"Jade said as she ran her tongue across her red lips. "I have a single and its really a lot more room that I need. If you like you can move in with me. I can promise I won't be bringing any if those guys back to my room at night." "I don't know...." Jennifer said, running her fingers across the top of her drink. While she thought it over, Jennifer took a good look at the woman on the other side of the table. She was pretty sure Jade was being more than honest when she said she wouldn't be bringing any guys back to the room. Several times during their conversation, she had noticed Jade staring at her breasts, much the same way guys did. The idea that she might be a lesbian or at least bisexual didn't bother Jennifer. A few years before she had experimented with bisexuality during a vacation and found it not unpleasant. She hadn't followed up on it when she got home because she was afraid that none of her friends would ever understand. But here, no one knew here, she could be anyone she wanted. "Oh what the hell......" Jennifer said out loud. "Why not." "Wonderful!" Jade exclaimed. "I know you'll love it." "To new friends....." Jennifer said as she raised her drink. "......and new experiences." Jade added. They finished their drinks and moved off to dinner. A quick stop at Jennifer's room afterwards took care of her luggage and they dripped it off at Jades. "Lets leave it all for later, Jenn," Jade said as they dropped the suitcases on the couch. "Lets go dancing." So off they went, dancing the night away on one of the discos. Since there were plenty of women dancing together, no one gave them a second look. Dancing with Jade, Jennifer was now positive that the night would end with them sharing more than the same bed. She found that she was now looking forward to it. Jade entered the room first, turning on the light. Then as Jennifer followed, the older woman dimmed it to half its brightness. "Do you want another drink? Jade asked with a wide smile. "Not unless you want me to fall fast asleep." Jennifer answered. "Oh, definitely not...." Jade countered as her smile drew larger. Moving to Jennifer's side, Jade brushed her long brown hair away from her face. Lightly holding the sides of the smaller woman's face, she pulled Jennifer closer and kissed her. Jennifer made no attempt to break the kiss, having made up her mind earlier to enjoy Jade's pleasures. She opened her mouth and was rewarded as Jade's tongue found hers. A long series of small kisses followed as they explored each other, tasting the scent of each others bodies. Jade continued onto Jenn's neck and licked along the canals of her ears. Finally, Jade broke the embrace and took a large step back, undoing the strings of her bikini top. Her large brown tipped breasts burst forward as the tightly bound garment fell to the floor. Running her long red fingernails across her breasts she gave them a playful squeeze. "Do you like?" She asked as she pulled one upward and gave the dark nipple a lick. Jennifer answered with a smile of appreciation. All of her girlfriends had breasts as white as her own, she found Jades darker skin highly exotic. Reaching forward she replaced Jade's hand with her own, feeling the nipples harden at her touch. "Mmmm" Jade murmured. Lifting the breasts upward, Jennifer leaned forward and kissed them. Her tongue first caressing the nipples and then her mouth eagerly engulfing it. The warmth of Jennifer's mouth moved upward, depositing sweet kisses along Jade's body as it went. Returning to Jade's mouth, tongue once again found tongue as the two locked in a tight embrace. Jade ran her hands down Jennifer's chest, undoing her blouse and pulling it off. She grabbed a breast in each hand and buried her face between them. Hot, wet kisses covered each nipple as the larger woman eased Jennifer back onto the bed. Without diverting her attention from her breasts, Jade pulled off both Jennifer's skirt and panties, leaving her naked. No sooner had the panties hit the floor when Jade rammed her long slender fingers into the already wet pussy. "Oooohh!" Jennifer sighed as Jade moved her fingers in and out. After a few more strokes, Jade joined her fingers with her tongue and began licking the hot pussy with reckless abandon. "Oh yes!.....Suck that pussy!" Jenn yelled as she held onto Jade's head and thrusted her dripping cunt into a more than eager mouth. In minutes, Jennifer was bouncing like a cat in heat, she'd never had her pussy licked like this. No man or woman had ever approached Jade's skill with her tongue. Jenn was so lost in estacy she didn't notice at first when Jade slid a pussy wet finger into her ass and began fucking that. After a few strokes that began to drive Jennifer even wilder. "God, I wish I had a dildo!" She yelled as she felt yet another explosion building inside her. "I want to be fucked until I drop!" Suddenly, Jade stopped and took a step back..... It was a few seconds before Jennifer realized she had stopped. "I'm sorry...." She panted." Please don't stop......That was the most incredible pussy licking I've ever had." Jade turned around and bent over, removing her skirt and panties. With her back still to Jenn she ran her fingers across her soft tanned ass. "Oh......." Jennifer said. "I guess its my turn to eat some pussy." she added with a smile. "Not exactly......." Jade said as she started to turn around. Jennifer's eyes and mouth both jumped open when Jade turned all the way around. Suspended between the legs of this incredibly beautiful woman was a cock and balls. At first she thought they were fake but then realized they were the real thing as the limp cock was already beginning to harden. "I don't fucking believe this! Jenn said as she moved to get a closer look. "I hope you're not disappointed." Jade said. Jennifer had once seen a sex film that had featured a transsexual, so she knew Jade wasn't really a guy. In fact if anything, she was more woman than any of her girlfriends back home. "Aren't you going to say anything?" Jade said in hesitation. A slight fear in her voice that said that she was afraid that Jennifer was going to turn and run. Instead Jennifer reached forward and grabbed the erecting cock. She licked the tip a few times and then swallowed it whole. Her head surged back and forth as she buried her fingers into Jade's ass cheeks, bringing her cock to a rock hardness. Now it was Jade's turn to moan in estacy as Jennifer gave both her cock and balls her undivided attention. If she was nothing else, Jenn was a champion cock sucker. Several times she brought her to the edge if climax, but stopped just short of ejaculation. Not that she minded a mouthful of cum, she just had other plans. Releasing the cock, she dropped back onto the bed and spread her legs giving Jade a full and unobstructed view of her still wet pussy. "I want you to fuck me...." She said as she rubbed her pussy. "I want you to fuck me so hard that they'll hear me cum on the other side of the island!" Without a moments hesitation, Jade joined her on the bed and lifted the girls legs into the air. With a single thrust she drove her seven inch cock deep within her, repeating it twice before Jennifer could catch her breath. Dropping atop the smaller girl, she covered her mouth with her own, never stopping her pelvic thrusts. This time the kiss was savage, drawing a drop of blood as she bit down on Jennifer's lip. Moving downward she attacked Jenn's breasts with the same animal intensity. The small pink nipples disappeared into Jades mouth as she alternated between sucking and biting. Fighting for breath, Jennifer couldn't get out the words. She had passed any previous level of bliss, no man had ever fucked her as completely as this strange man-woman. She wanted it to go on forever. "I'm.... gonna.... cum...." She finally managed to whisper. No sooner had the words been spoken than Jade pulled out and with a strength that caught Jenn by surprise, flipped her over onto her stomach. Then with an equally powerful thrust, Jade pulled Jennifer's pelvis into the air and reentered her pussy from the rear. Now Jade became ever more forceful, lifting Jenn off the bed with each reentry. Both knew they couldn't hold off the explosion much longer, it was only the question of who would be first. Deep inside her Jennifer felt the first burst of hot cum erupt from the cock deep within her. That was the final touch as her body exploded and her mind filled with bright lights. Her mouth opened to scream but no sound emerged, there was no energy left as she collapsed onto the bed in a sweat covered heap. Followed a second later by Jade. Time stood still as their love juices mixed and dripped down their bodies. Both were too completely exhausted to break the embrace they had collapsed into. Finally Jade broke the silence. "I wasn't sure how you were going to take this........" She said. "But you were so pretty I had to take the chance." Jennifer's only reply was a small smile as she rolled herself from under Jade and propped herself up on a pillow. "It was a shock for a moment," She said. "but there is something you can do to make it up to me." "And what would that be?" Jade asked with hesitation, wondering if she had made a dreadful mistake in trusting the girl. "Do it again......." Jennifer said as she smiled ever wider. END Just One Of The Guys An Alternate Version - "How did I get myself into this?" Terry Griffith asked herself for the hundred time that evening. "I must've been out of my mind." Not long ago, Terry Griffith had been the belle of Edwina Pearl High School, nearing the end of her senior year. She had it all, looks, charm and a really great guy in the person of her boyfriend, Kevin - a college freshman. To most of her girlfriends, this would've been more than enough. But the 18 year old had a dream-the dream of becoming a reporter. With that in mind, the long haired brunette had entered a writing contest sponsored by the Sun Tribune. The prize-a summer internship at the paper. She'd poured everything she had into her story, so it was shattering when she looked at the two winning entries posted in the display case for the Pearl Diver. Neither of them was hers. "I'm not there." she said unbelievingly to her best friend, Denise. "Why aren't you there?" the attractive blonde asked. "Neil Perlow and Joseph Dreyer?" Terry said as she read the names of the two boys who had won. Leaving Denise behind, Terry then had gone to the office of Mr. Raymaker, the school paper's faculty adviser, to ask what was wrong with her story. She thought she had her answer in a comment she overheard another teacher making as he walked in with Mr. Raymaker. "Then I had Terry Griffith for fourth period civics." the teacher had said. "Did you see what she's wearing ... the legs do not stop. I say we flunk her, keep her here another year. " Mr. Raymaker had laughed at the suggestion. That little comment carried a lot more weight than Raymaker's statement that her article was good, but just not outstanding. That and his suggestion that she should have something to fallback on if she couldn't make it as a reporter. "You're a pretty girl, you could be a model." he had suggested. Her mood hadn't been improved later that day when she was swimming with Kevin. She was looking for sympathy and understanding, Kevin, however, was more interesting in getting the strings of her well filled bikini top open. He agreed with Raymaker's suggestion that she was pretty enough to be a model. "Besides, models make some pretty nice bucks." Kevin had added. "You don't think I could do it either?" Terry had asked. "Well no, that's not exactly what I said ... exactly." he replied. "Yeah, well it was close enough." Terry said, just before she asked the tall good looking hunk to leave. Kevin was a little reluctant to go, seeing as Terry's parents were away on a trip and she and her younger brother, Buddy, had the house to themselves. Of course the only part of the house Kevin was interested was Terry's bedroom. But she was adamant and he finally left. The final straw was when she walking into Buddy's bedroom and found every free space on the wall had been covered with nude centerfolds. Her brother was a 15 year old virgin, and as horny as that combination could be. "Your room ,is why my life is totally screwed up." Terry announced as she looked around at the collection of exposed breasts and other female assets. "You guys think beautiful women are nothing but decorations-total airheads." Buddy's feeble explanations that he also loved these women for their minds fell on deaf ears. "I write an excellent article and just because I'm cute, no one takes me seriously." Terry said. "And somehow you find the courage to go on living." Buddy said sarcastically as he leafed though another centerfold magazine. "You've got guts!" "Sometimes, I just wish I was a guy!" Terry mused. "I bet if a guy had turned in that same article it would be on the way to the Sun Tribune right now. At that moment, an idea was born. The idea was both daring and insane. Made possible only by the absence of their parents. With her brother's helpful hints and a few layers of loose fitting clothing, Terry became one of the guys. Of course her long beautiful locks had to go, but the short boyish haircut was a small price to pay for her dream. Forging her parent's signatures, she had transferred across town to Sturgis-Wilder High School. Of course there were also a few minor problems - like which restroom to use. And avoiding gym class where her nude presence in the locker room couldn't be explained. Yet with a few awkward moments at the beginning, 'his' masquerade was succeeding. Then she became involved with Rick and Sandy. Terry had met Rick Moorehouse 'his' very first day. Tall, dark haired and extremely good looking, he was the type of guy Terry could immediately fall for. Of course that was the Terry who wore a dress and panties, not loose slacks and fruit of the loom briefs. Still they became friends, a somewhat unique experience for Terry. It was strange to talk to a guy who wasn't trying to get into her pants. She wished it could be more, but Rick only had eyes for Debra Strobich. Even worse, Rick had caught Terry sneaking looks at his cock. First in the bathroom at school and then again one afternoon he changed clothes in front of 'him'. He was convinced that Terry was gay. Sandy, on the other hand, was proof that she had succeeded in her masquerade. Also from day one, the cute brunette had been hot for the guy she described as a fox who dressed like Elvis Costello and looked like the Karate Kid. She had told her best friend that she was going to get him. All of this had brought Terry to 'his' current predicament. Sandy had cornered Terry into going on a double date with Rick and her cousin. It wasn't until they'd met the two girls up at "The Cave", an actual cave cut into the side of a hill which doubled as a popular make-out spot, that Rick found out that Sandy's cousin Jill was only 13 years old. They'd been sitting around a campfire for almost an hour, talking and drinking a few beers. Jill of course had to settle for cokes. Getting a prearranged signal from Sandy, Jill suggested that Rick take her for a walk, saying that she thought Sandy and Terry needed their privacy. "Hey wait, were are you going?" Terry called out as Rick stood up and began to head for the mouth of the cave. "Hey man, don't leave me now!" Rick looked to Sandy who gave them a playful wave good- bye. The smile on her face told him that his friend was about to get lucky. "You kids have fun, huh." Rick grinned as he picked up one of the lanterns they'd brought along and Jill followed him out into the darkness. "They left me." Terry said with an alcohol heightened sense of disappointment as 'he' rolled over onto 'his' back. "It's okay, I'm still here." Sandy said reassuringly as she leaned over 'him'. "Nice fire." she added as she snuggled up against her date. "Sandy, this really ..." Terry implored as Sandy shushed 'him' and told him not to talk and started to plant kisses on 'his' cheeks. "Sandy, this is a big mistake." Terry repeated as 'he' pushed away the arm she had wrapped around 'him'. "Maybe, maybe not." she replied pulling herself right back. "Only one way to find out." she laughed as she tickled Terry across his stomach, catching 'him' off guard. "Sandy, Sandy really..." Terry called out as 'he' tried to stop laughing. Terry's laughter turned to panic as 'he' felt Sandy's hand slide down 'his' pants. "Sandy, get out of there." 'he' cried out. When her hand withdrew, she was holding a pair of sweat socks that had been stuffed into 'his' underwear. Before Sandy could comment on her discovery, Terry forced a laugh and said. "There's really a very a good explanation for that." 'he' laughed. "I'm flattered." Sandy beamed, cutting off Terry in mid- laugh. "You are?" Terry replied, somewhat confused. "But you don't have to do this to impress me." Sandy added. "I don't?" Terry asked. "No, I like you a lot." Sandy continued. "I think I'll take one of those beers now." Terry said, trying to change what had long since gone beyond just an awkward situation. "It's okay." Sandy smiled as she handed 'him' another beer. "I mean, how small can it be?" Terry chuckled as 'he' popped open the beer and said. "Don't ask." "Then I'll just have to find out for myself." Sandy quipped as Terry brought the can of beer to 'his' lips and took a long drink. Before Terry could react to what Sandy had said, the long haired brunette had again slipped her hand down into 'his' pants, causing Terry to jerk back and drop the beer. "Oh shit!" Sandy cried out in a mixture of shock and confusion as her hand slid past a small mound of pubic hair and closed on what she expected to be a cock and balls. After a brief moment of confusion, she realized what she had grabbed. "Sandy, I can explain!" Terry called out as 'he' backed away. "Explain?" Sandy repeated, a look on her face that was a mixture of both confusion and anger. "Just give me a moment." Terry pleaded. "I promise you, I can explain everything." Sandy listened in fascination as Terry told her tale, noting that 'his' voice was now higher. She had to suppress a giggle as Terry told her about having to adjust to using the boys bathroom. Also about Rick's conclusion that Terry was gay because he caught 'him' again staring at his cock that afternoon when he changed clothes. "That's were I would've lost it." Sandy commented. "I wouldn't have cared if Rick thought I was gay or not. I wouldn't been on that cock in a minute if it's as big as you say." Terry smiled. That idea had crossed her mind that afternoon as well. "So you understand?" Terry finally concluded. "I guess so." Sandy said as she looked at Terry in a new light. She now saw 'him' as 'her'. "I guess we'd better find Rick and Jill and head home. Terry said as she looked around for her stuff. "Oh, they already went home." Sandy said. "I told Jill to have Rick take her home early so we could be alone. That's why I made sure we came with two cars." Terry smiled, that was exactly the type of stunt she would've pulled. "We should get going too then." Terry said. Sandy seemed to have a far off look in her eyes for a moment, then a wide, mischievous smile on her face. "But aren't you forgetting something?" she asked Terry. "What?" Terry questioned in return. "You wanted to find out what it was like to be a guy, right?" Sandy asked. "Yes, but...?" "Then why don't you find out?" Sandy grinned. Before Terry could react, Sandy was again on top of her, this time her lips pressing against Terry's own. The cherry taste of Sandy's lipstick brought a strange sensation, coupled as it was by the unaccustomed softness behind it. Terry opened her mouth to say something, only to find her words cut off by the entry of Sandy's tongue into her mouth. A sense of excitement filled her as their tongues made contact. The memory of a night back when she and Denise were 14 filled her thoughts. They had experimented with kissing in anticipation of their first real dates. Back then, Terry remembered, she had been filled with much the same sense of inappropriate arousal. "Nice, huh?" Sandy grinned as she finally broke the kiss. "Yes." Terry replied. "It was nice." "Do you want to be a guy for a little longer?" Sandy asked. "I think so." came Terry's reply. "I was hoping you'd say that." Sandy cheerfully remarked. Shadow lovers generated by the campfire danced on the cave walls as Terry and Sandy began to making out like the teenagers there were. Every time Terry felt Sandy's tongue slip through her lips, her heart skipped a beat. She'd never been this excited with Kevin or any other boy she'd dated. "Well if I'm going to be a guy, I guess I should act like one." Terry thought. Continuing to share kisses with the longer haired brunette, Terry slid her hand up under the sweater Sandy was wearing and squeezed her breast. A soft moan of enjoyment from Sandy gave her encouragement to go further. Sandy's breasts were bigger than her own and felt much softer when she squeezed them. Carefully, Terry moved her hand beneath the shirt Sandy wore to again cup her breast, this time feeling skin against skin. "Oh, that is even nicer." Sandy moaned. A smiling Terry couldn't help but agree. She remembered the first time a boy had slid his hand under her blouse and how pleasing it had felt. Right now she understood some of what he had experienced. "Why don't I make myself a little more comfortable." Sandy said as she backed up from Terry. Terry watched in erotic fascination as Sandy undid the clasp of her black cardigan and let it slide down her arms. Next came the simple white T-shirt. Even before Sandy pulled it up and over her head, it was obvious that she hadn't wore a bra. In the course of her young life, Terry must've seen a hundred naked girls. What with gym classes, locker rooms, showers and the changing rooms of three malls she frequented. Normally she never gave their nudity a second thought. But at this moment, she felt the same kind of voyeuristic expectancy that her little brother always exhibited when he managed to get a copy of Playboy or Penthouse. "Ta Da!" Sandy called out triumphantly as she pulled her shirt over her head and her large breasts bounced free. For the first time in her life, Terry looked at another girl's breasts with a feeling of envy. Sandy had to be twice her size and had the largest, thickest nipples she had ever seen. They were already erect and stuck out at least a quarter inch. A thought that a few months ago would've seemed unthinkable flashed though Terry's mind. "I wonder what it would feel like to suck on them." She didn't have long to ponder that thought as Sandy pressed up against her and guided Terry's hands to each of her now naked breasts. Terry rubbed her thumbs against each nipple, bringing another sigh of satisfaction from Sandy. She squeezed and rubbed both breasts together and marveled at how nice it felt just to hold them in her hands. "Suck them." Sandy whispered into her ear. "You know you want to." Without thinking about it another moment, Terry leaned down and kissed each of Sandy's mammary delights a few inches above the aureola. Continuing to plant her lips on the soft, warm flesh, she moved slowly downward, alternating between each breast. Reaching the inviting nipple, Terry ran her tongue across it, hoping that Sandy enjoyed the sensation as much as she herself did. The soft moans that filled her ears told her that she did. Sliding one nipple into her mouth, Terry began to suck eagerly. The act sent such a rush through her body. Around and around she twirled her tongue against the hard nipple. She would pull the soft flesh of Sandy's breast as far into her mouth as she could, then release it and start over. Terry was in no hurry, she wanted to enjoy the experience and have Sandy enjoy it as well. That had always been one of her chief complains with Kevin's lovemaking. She was lucky if she got five minutes of foreplay before he was trying to stick his cock into her mouth or pussy. Not that it wasn't a nice cock, and she did enjoyed having it in both cavities, but it would be nice to spend a little more time playing. And play she did. Her motions became more aggressive with each passing moment until she was squeezing and sucking Sandy's mounds like a lust filled ... boy. "Oh God, yes!" Sandy panted as she ran her fingers through Terry's short brown locks and pulled her mouth even harder against her tits. "Suck them, suck them harder!" Eager to comply, Terry redoubled her efforts, covering every inch of exposed flesh with her lips. She remembered overhearing a few of the guys at school commenting what nice tits Sandy had and how they'd like to get their hands on them. Well they hadn't and she had, and she had to agree-they really were great tits. Sandy finally, reluctantly withdrew her breasts from Terry's eager mouth and stood up. Undoing her white skirt, she pulled it free to expose a pair of white lace panties. She slid her index finger beneath the waistband and rubbed it against her clit. "I'm so fucking wet!" she said as she arched her head backward and enjoyed her own touch. "My pussy is so hot!" Surprisingly, Terry found Sandy's language only added to her own stimulation. Perhaps because she knew that if she reached down into her own pants, her own pussy would be just as hot and wet. "I want you to kiss me." Sandy said as she withdrew her finger and placed it in the center of her lace covered mound. "Kiss me right here." she indicated. On all fours, Terry crawled over to Sandy and pressed her lips against the spot she had indicated. "Oh yes....Sandy said as she reached down and guided Terry's head. "Right there." The wetness and scent of Sandy's cunt made Terry a little giddy. She's never been this close to another woman's sex. It was a taboo more forbidden than any of those she had broken in the last few hours. Even so, it only caused her a momentary hesitation. She reached out and pulled aside the thin material. Parting the wet lips beneath with her fingers, Terry moved her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste of another woman. A taste she had never known until this moment. "Oh yes, Terry." Sandy said as her body jumped at the touch. "Lick my pussy, I want you so bad." Terry's first attempts at cunnilingus were awkward, even a little rough. Still they were better than her first lover had ever been for her. "Take your time," Sandy whispered almost breathlessly. "Just lick it softly, it'll come to you." Sure enough, after a few minutes, Terry began to develop a rhythm of her own, sending little sparks into the walls of Sandy's love canal. The effect was so pleasing it made Sandy wonder if her virgin lover had some prior experience. Her hands planted firmly against the back of Terry's head, Sandy helped guide the now sitting girl to her most sensitive spots. Having another girl lick her had been one of her most secret passions, ever since her cousin had introduced her to lesbian love one night when they were both 16. Her opportunities since then had been both rare and far in-between, but each had been a experience to cherish. Not that she didn't love guys as well. Her virginity had been lost a month before that first lesbian encounter. If Terry had indeed been a boy, she wouldn't have had the slightest hesitation about both sucking his cock and then spreading her legs for 'him'. She'd meant it when she'd said that she really liked him. That Terry had been hiding a secret of 'his' own was an added bonus. The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood now flooded Terry's nostrils as she pushed in further with her tongue and licked Sandy's candy walls. Like a skilled artist, she began to explore every aspect of her prize. Sandy leaned back, eyes closed and drifted among the waves of delight that flooded her body. It was as wonderful a sensation as she had ever known. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Terry's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar. The waves of pleasure Sandy felt cresting against the shoals of her love tunnel suddenly doubled, causing her to moan once more. The harder Terry moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated. "Harder!" Sandy shouted, gyrating against Terry's face. "Harder, ... I'm going to come!" Faster and faster the waves washed over her, each bringing her closer to an orgasmic detonation. Tears swelled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she fought to delay that eruption - wanting to savor every second. Feeling Sandy's body tense in a familiar harbinger of orgasmic fury, Terry buried her face between her lover's tighs and pressed her open hands hard against her ass cheeks. Brief seconds later, Sandy exploded both within and without. The scream that Sandy let out as the rapture overtook her split the night and could be heard in the woods beyond the mouth of the cave. It was one of the reasons she loved coming up with a guy. Screwing in the back of a car down by the lake was no place you could let loose. Her body shook for an eternity as she took in every aspect of her bliss. Sandy's body quaked with two final spasms until it could give no more. It had been a most delightful experience and she immediately knew it would be a new benchmark that she would measure all future encounters against. Terry was still at her feet, her head resting against Sandy's now cum saturated pussy. A significant amount of which was smeared against the cheeks of the prostrated girl. She ran her tongue against that moist mound one last time, a broad smile on her face. Dropping down alongside Terry, Sandy gave her a long penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her mouth, sending a renewed surge of satisfaction within her. Experimenting with her tongue, she again explored the wetness of Terry's mouth. "Nice?" she simply asked Terry. "Nice." Terry replied, still beaming. The two girls just sat there by the fire, the reflections of the flames illuminating Sandy's naked form. "I think it's time you turned back into a girl." Sandy said, breaking the stillness. For a moment, Terry looked confused. Then she felt Sandy undo the buttons of the black and white plaid shirt she was wearing and slide her hand inside. An act which brought the brightest of smiles to Terry's face. In less time that it took to think about it, Sandy had helped Terry out of both the old army fatigue jacket she was wearing and the flannel shirt beneath it. All that was left was the T-shirt and the ace bandage she wore beneath it to conceal her rounded mounds. "Oh, this simply won't do." Sandy said as she began to unravel the bandage. Sandy leaned over and kissed each of Terry's small breasts, giving both of them a quick, playful lick. Enthusiastically, Sandy orally caressed each breast in turn, running her tongue in spirals around each nipple. Again and again she stopped to kiss the pinkness of each, sucking and gently nibbling at it for endless moments. "Oh yes." Terry gasped as she enjoyed the feel of Sandy's mouth on her breasts. "You do that so well." she added. She truly meant it. As much as Kevin wanted to play with her firm round globes, he was always in a rush. Unfortunately, Kevin, as with many young men, equaled aggression with passion. There was a certain aggression in Sandy's approach to lovemaking as well, but it was tempered by a gentle softness as well. Even as she kissed Terry's breasts, her nimble fingers undid the belt buckle of her black jeans. A gentle tug opened the pants and down Terry's legs they went. The crisp white pair of fruit of the loops followed and Terry's carefully trimmed bush was exposed to the night air. Sandy ran her fingers across the short hairs for a moment and liked the feel of it. She'd have to consider cutting her own thick fur. "Lay back." she said as she eased Terry down on the blanket they had laid out earlier to sit on. The pile of discarded clothing served as a nice pillow. Sandy really didn't have that much experience in lesbian lovemaking, having had a total of three encounters prior to this, but she had a good idea what another girl liked. She ran her hand up and down Terry's now nude body, taking pleasure is the warm softness of it. Terry had, she noted, a beautiful body. Slender and athletic, the girl was at the same time feminine and rounded in all the right places. Her breasts were much smaller than Sandy's but round and full. They didn't need to be large to be incredibly beautiful. As it was, Sandy was amazed that anyone could've taken her as a boy. Then she reminded herself that she was one of those who had. One hand brushed against her bright pink nipples, now hard to the touch, while the other traced a line along the opening of her pussy, finding the same hardness in her clit. Carefully she spread out Terry's legs to give her full access to her prize. Gracefully she stroked the soft thighs, feeling the excited heat of the flesh. Her thumb slid between the folds of Terry's pussy, sending a sharp erotic spark through her body. "Does that feel good?" she asked in a low, voice. "Y...y...yes," Terry purred. Sandy continued to run up and down, replacing her thumb with three of her fingers, sliding them deep inside of her. Faster and faster, in and out her fingers moved, causing the prone girl to slowly writhe in delight. "Oh yes, faster ... faster." Terry moaned. "Fuck me with your fingers." "I have something better in mind." Sandy laughed a she withdrew her fingers. She paused for a moment and ran her loving tongue along the length of her fingers, savoring the ambrosia that covered them. It was just an appetizer for what was to come. If Sandy's fingers had been the spark, the tongue that replaced them was like a blowtorch. Harder and faster it worked it's way into every inch of Terry's cunt. Her grip on Terry's legs tightened as her head wagged from side to side, drawing herself deeper into her new love. Earlier Sandy has noted how much she loved having another woman lick her pussy. That delight paled to nothing against the one she felt when it was her tongue buried in another woman. It was like the feeling of erotic control she got when she sucked a cock - only magnified a dozenfold. Finally the pressure against her clit was too much to bear as Terry's body launched into an orgasmic seizure. Every extremity shook of it's own accord as her heart raced and breaths came in short measured gasps. Coherent speech was now impossible as all she could manage were grunts of satisfaction. Through it all, Sandy kept her face pressed tight against Terry's exploding pussy. Her very enthusiastic mouth and even more eager tongue filling with the nectar of the goddess. By the time it was all over and Sandy rolled out from between Terry's legs, her cheeks were covered with the sticky residue of her efforts. She pulled herself up alongside Terry and kissed her deeply, their darting tongues again intertwining. Each could taste the climax of the other on her lips, a sensation that would stay with them for a long, long time. "So now you know what it's like to be one of the guys." Sandy laughed as she broke the kiss. "Yeah, that me." Terry grinned. "Just one of the guys!" she added as she hugged Sandy again. The comforting fire beside then would be long cold before they broke that embrace. END Lisa's Dark Fantasy Lisa couldn't believe her luck. Her husband had told her he'd called a pool company to come and open the pool while he was out of town, but never in her wildest dreams could she have hoped that such a handsome young man would be the one to come over. It was a chance for her most secret fantasy to come true. He stood about 6'2" and was built like a brick wall. More importantly he had the darkest black skin she had ever saw. Ever since she'd been a teenager she'd fantasized about black men, but had never even really talked to one. The 39 year old blonde had grown up in an affluent section of Long Island, and had rarely come in contact with blacks other than the older men who worked in the service industries. She watched as he worked around the pool. His shirtless black skin sun as sweat began to cover him. He couldn't be more than 19, the body of a natural athlete. A moistness appeared between her legs as she envisioned the awesome member confined in his short red trunks. Lisa reached under her skirt and into her panties, slowing rubbing her clit. Sighing softly as she imaged that hard black cock buried inside her. After a few minutes she let out a final gasp. Even though her husband would kill her for even dreaming of a black man, she had to have this young man. Moving to her bedroom, she took off her clothes and studied herself in the large full length mirror. Her body was in great shape, regardless of her age. Her white breasts stood out proudly, round and firm. Small pink nipples capped them, nipples that always seemed to be hard. She pinched them lightly as her hands glided over her breasts. "He'll love my titties," She tought. " But it'll be my pussy that he'll go nuts over." Her blonde hair was thick around her cunt, there was no mistaking that she was indeed a natural blonde. She stroked her pussy again, making it hotter and wetter. Just thinking about seducing this black boy was driving her crazy. She put on a bikini, a thong style that showed off her ass completely, and the small triangle of cloth in front barely contained her blonde bush. When she had bought the suit her husband has restricted her to wearing it at home. She laughed at the thought, well she was home after all. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she knew she was ready. When she stepped outside, the pool man looked up from what he'd been doing. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He couldn't look away as she walked along the wide pool to a lounge chair. Bending over to give him a unrestricted view of her ass, she placed a towel on the chair. She sat down and slowly began to apply lotion to her skin. After a few minutes of that she rolled over and undid the top strings holding her top on. Lisa could feel his eyes on her ass, and she shivered lightly just thinking about having sex with this dark stranger. Now she was beside herself knowing that the handsome young black man was seeing her so completely. After about ten minutes, he came over and asked if he could have a glass of water. She'd gotten so horny knowing he could see her bare ass, she know decided to show a little more. Lisa stood up without retying her top, letting her tits fall free. Walking to the house for the water, she could just image the look on his face - or the hardness in his shorts. While she was inside pouring him the ice water, she pulled all of the pussy hairs she could out of her bikini bottom. When she emerged from the house, glass in hand, all he could stare out was her naked white breasts. When she got closer, he noticed the blonde hairs sticking out of the bikini bottom. After handing him the glass she sat down, but remained in a sitting position. She applied more lotion to her skin, paying particular attention to her breasts. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Looking up she saw him staring at her, and as innocently as possible she asked if he would like some lotion too. "Sure" he said as he sat down on the edge of the lounge chair. "By the way, my name is Kenny." Lisa was going out of her mind with lust as he sat with his back to her. She put some lotion in her hands and began to rub it on his broad dark shoulders. Her hands began to shake, and she leaned forward so her hands could move around his arms and reach his well enveloped chest. Her breasts pushed against his back as she did this her pussy began to throb. While she covered his chest with lotion, she was barely aware of the small talk they engaged in to mask the awarkness of the moment. She learned that he was only 17 and was working for his uncle's company before starting college in the fall. Reaching down she ran her lotion covered hand across his thighs, her thumbs brushed against his huge erect cock. Reversing the motion she brought her hands upward and laid them firmly on the massive member that was now sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. Feeling her hands on his cock, he told her to go into the house. She rose and did what he said. After a few seconds he followed her inside. As he closed the door behind him, she turned around and told him she wanted his black cock. Kenny replied that most of the white women he met on this job wanted his black meat. Considering how hot and wet her pussy probably was, she was sure it would fit nicely into her white cunt. "Why don't you get rid of the rest of the suit." He said as he rubbed his cock thought the shorts. Lisa pulled the suit bottom down so hard that the strings that held it together ripped. As the suit fell to the floor, Kenny moved over and put his fingers into her cunt. She gasped as his black fingers played with her pussy. He stopped long enough to remove his own shorts. There before her was the object of her dreams. Huge and black, she knew that all of her fantasies were never going to be the same again. She fell to her knees and grabbed his black meat with both hands. Just the sight of her small white hands wrapped around such a huge black dick made her nearly pass out. Leaning forward she kissed the tip of his huge black dick, and then let her tongue snake out and lick it. Overcome with the need to eat his ebony rod, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Pushing forward she swallowed as much of it as she could. She sucked and sucked, wanting his first load in her mouth. She wanted to taste his cum, she wanted to swallow all of the hot cum that was churning inside his big black balls. She stopped long enough to tell him that she loved his big black meat, how good it tasted, and that she wanted to swallow all of the juice in his black balls. The she was back to sucking. Like an animal in heat, she was devouring his dick. He'd had a lot of white women suck his black cock before, but never had anyone wanted it so badly. She wanted his black meat, true, but he knew that this fine looking white woman needed it. He knew that he'd be able to have her mouth or pussy anytime he wanted it. But right now was a different matter. He'd plan the next time later. Right now this fine looking rich bitch was sucking his cock good, and he was going to enjoy it. Lisa finally had him there. In just a matter of seconds he would shoot his seed into her mouth. She sucked harder as his black balls tightened up, and then....... .....she was swallowing cum, the cum from the balls of a black man. Her pussy grew hotter as shot after shot of cum surged into her mouth. Her first black cum she tought. Somehow it tasted better than any white guys had ever had. She continued to suck, keeping him hard. He had to stay hard because she wasn't through yet. She wanted to have his beautiful black cock inside her white pussy. Lisa stood up and took him by the hand, leading him into the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed. Spreading her legs apart, she told him to fuck her cunt hard. There were no preliminaries now. He crawled on top of her and shoved his black cock deep into her white cunt. Without mercy he pounded her blonde cunt, but Lisa didn't care. She had never been so excited in her life. All of the fantasies she'd had about black men had paled next to reality. She had a real hard black cock inside her now, pounding until the pain gave way to unimagined pleasure. She wrapped her arms and legs around his dark body, and began kissing him hard. Between breaths she told him how wonderful it felt, how much she loved it. She felt his body tense and with a long stroke he came in a second burst of hot cum. She felt it fill her white pussy as she continued to frantically milk his cock, wanting every last drop inside her. END Mother And Daughter Katie and her mother had spent the afternoon shopping. It was Katie's first trip home from college since her mother's divorce. Tess Markowitz was 36 years old, she'd gotten pregnant at 16, as a result she look more than Katie's older sister than her mother. Both had short blonde hair, light skin and deep blue eyes. Katie was 5' 6" , just a fraction shorter than her mother's 5' 7", The most obvious difference between the two was breast size. While Katie was a respectable 34c, Tess filled out a 40d, something Katie was always jealous of. They had just finished lunch at a small sidewalk cafe and were making small talk as the busboy cleared the table. Katie's eyes followed the young man's body as he walked back into the cafe. "What a cute ass," She whispered to herself, forgetting for a moment her mother's presence. She was sure her mother hadn't heard her, she was busy watching him walk away too. "I'd like to fuck him." Katie's mouth dropped open at her mother's statement. "Mother!" She said in shock. Then they both laughed. They were still both laughing as they drove away from the cafe. Katie couldn't remember the last time she saw her mother in this good a mood. It had been a long and vicious divorce, Tess had spent too many years married to a man she never should've married in the first place - baby or no baby. Katie actually felt a little awkward seeing the sexual side of her mother. She knew see saw other men now, just as she was sure she wasn't living a life of chastity. But this was the first time she had ever seen her mother in a state of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her hand had found its way between her legs. Then again Katie though to herself, if she hadn't had to drive her hand might be between her own legs. All the way back to the house they talked about the guy at the restaurant and what they'd like to do with him. It was all in fun, of course, but Katie found it exciting too. She found the heat between her legs spreading outward. It had been much too long since she'd been laid. "Look at your nipples," Mom teased. "You're so hot their sticking out." Surprisingly Katie wasn't embarrassed by her mother's observation. "So are yours," She quickly shot back. Well what are we going to do about it?" Tess asked. A second later, Katie was shocked to realize that her mother's hand had moved from between her legs and was now stroking Katie's thigh. Never in a thousand years could she have imagined her mother being interested in another woman. Much less her own daughter. Yet it took only another second for her to respond. She reached down and lifted her mother's hand and guided it to her own wet crotch. She was pleased when her mother didn't pull it away. Not a word passed between them as the finished the remaining fifteen minutes of the ride in silence. Leaving the packages in the car as they arrived home, both women quickly moved into the house. Katie was no sooner in the door when her mother pulled her into not her arms and kissed her. Not the motherly kiss she'd become accustomed to but the hot passionate kiss of a lover. She felt her mother's tongue enter her mouth and quickly slid her own out to meet it. Tess's hand quickly moved down Katie's back and slid into the back of her shorts. Katie responded by pulling open her mother's blouse and exploring the delights within. Her breasts were heavier than Katie's , the nipples larger. Tess moaned into her open mouth as she fondled them. Katie's hand slid down to her hips and pulled her mother closer, working a thigh between her legs. She could tell the older woman's pussy mound was super wet. "Let's go up to the bedroom." Tess whispered as she pulled away from her daughter. Katie released her mother reluctantly and followed her up the stairs. They undressed each other and stood naked, as if they were seeing each other for the first time. Their pubic hairs were the small golden blonde, proof that they were both naturals. Small clear droplets of cum already clung to Tess's mound. Tess licked her finger and then traced up and down the center of Katie's bush. Her gaze was as exciting to Katie as the wet finger between her legs. Unable to wait any longer, Katie took hold of her mother and pulled her to the bed. They rolled back and forth, mother and daughter, kissing deeply, nipples together, bellies touching and mounds grinding together. When Katie was on top, Tess slid her hands down her back and pulled hard against her. The other did the same as their positions did the same. Katie then remembered a trip taught to her by one of her girlfriends back at college. She pulled her mother's plump cheeks apart, then pushed them back together, rhythmically. Then she used her fingertips to tease her puckered anus. Tess moaned at the touch. "Yes....Oh yes..." She gasped. "It feels so good." Needing no more encouragement, Katie knelt behind her mother and teased her again. First with her fingers, then with her tongue. Katie buried it deep in her mother's rectum while she pumped to fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. "That's it," Tess hissed, as she rocked back and forth. "So good! So fucking good!" Hearing her mother talk like that helped push Katie over the edge, but she was determined to hold back a little longer. She knew her mother was close, she wanted it to build to a rousing climax. A few minutes later she felt Tess's rectum clamp down on her tongue as her pussy pulsed around her fingers. She plunged her mouth into her mother's box and was rewarded a second later with an explosion of girlcum which saturated her face. Katie hardly had time to recover her composure before her mother maneuvered her onto her back. Immediately Tess had her face between her daughter's legs and went to work on her. Her head bobbed up and down as she tongue her through one orgasm after another. Tess couldn't remember having ever come so much. Her mother seemed insatiable, unwilling to break contact with the woman she had given birth to. Finally Katie managed to pull her up and kissed her. They spent long minutes liking the cum off each others faces. Then they just laid there naked, talking, and exploring aspects of each others lives that they had never dared before. They would make love many times before Katie returned to school, but nothing would ever match the intensity of this first time. Still it never stopped them from trying. End Mother And Son Part One By Ann Douglas "This must be my lucky day." Elizabeth Pastore said to herself as she drove down Rockland Blvd and neared her house. A water main break had caused her office to close up at ten o'clock, giving her the rest of the day off. It was such a hot summer day, she thought she would pick up her son Billy and head for the beach. It was rare that she got to spend the day with him. Usually on weekends everything was just too crowded to go anywhere. And with Billy making the move from junior high to high school, she knew that his weekends would soon also be filled with teenage activities. Pulling into the driveway, she noted with satisfaction that Billy's bike was up against the garage - he was home. There was a second bike there, one she didn't recognize. Must belong to some friend from the Youth Center. Entering the house through the side door, she was just about to call out that she was home when she heard sounds from the living room. She listened for a few seconds, then carefully moved to the edge of the doorway to take a look. She had heard similar sounds too many times not to be pretty sure of their source. >From her vantage point, she could see the back of Billy's head as she sat on the sofa. She could tell he was breathing hard, speaking in a low voice. "Oh God......" Billy panted. "It feels so good. You suck cock so good." Both a smile and a tinge of embarrassment covered Elizabeth's face as her original assumption proved true. Her sixteen year old son was getting a blow job. "I wonder who it is?" Liz said to herself as her curiosity overcame her embarrassment. "Could it be Cindy Kelly, or maybe Donna Griffith?" Two girls Billy had been dating over the summer. The thought of interrupting them never entered her mind. She'd already had a long talk with Billy about the facts of life. She knew that when the time came, there wasn't anything she could do the prevent her son from becoming sexually active. No more than her parents could've stopped her. All she could do was make sure he knew enough of the facts to make the right decisions. As she backed into the hallway, it occurred to her that if she doubled back through the kitchen, she would be able to see the couch from the side. Her curiosity about the girl's identity got the better of her and she quickly made for the kitchen. When Elizabeth reached the kitchen entrance to the living room, she paused before looking in. She felt all flushed and strangely sexually excited. The thought of watching her son get blown was really turning her on. Not that the fact that Billy had developed into a handsome young man had escaped her notice. True, he was a little skinny, but now that he had reached his full height he had already started to fill out. Plenty of physical activity made sure that the added pounds came in as muscle. "Jan....I'm gonna cum....." Billy called out. "Jan.....Jan who?" Elizabeth though as she peeked around the edge of the doorway. The earlier redness in her face suddenly turned to pure white as she looked at the two lovers. The lips wrapped tightly around her son's cock, belonged to an unknown brown haired boy. In shock, she watched the boy Billy had called Jan swallow her son's hard cock. The rapid rate of Billy's breathing told her he was about to explode. Unable to utter a sound, she stood there transfixed as a torrid of white boycum erupted onto Jan's face. With a hungry intensity, he again engulfed Billy's cock and swallowed as much of the precious white fluid as he could. Through it all, Liz could hear her son's soft moans. Finally taking a small measure of control, she retreated into the safety of the kitchen. Her own breathing was as rapid as Billy's had been moments before. Standing flat against the wall, she listened to the exchange between the two boys. "See, I told you that you'd like it." Jan said as he used a towel to wipe the last of Billy's cum off his face. "Yeh, that was a lot better than jerking off," Billy answered. "Even better than when you jerked me off." "Think you're ready to try sucking my cock?" Jan asked as he stroked Billy's now limp dick. "It's only fair you know." "I know Jan, but I think I just need a little more time. I haven't had all the experience at this that you've had. I mean, I thought that all we were going to do was jerk off again like the last time." "Hey, its ok, I can wait. It's not like I'm one of those cock-teasing girls that gets you all hot and bothered and then sends you home with a case of blue-balls." "I guess not." Billy replied. "None of them even wanted to jerk me off unless I bought them something first." "Exactly. You know, working for Mr. Wilson down at the hardware store last year was the best thing I ever did. He showed me that guys don't need a girl to have fun. You don't even need a girl if you want to get laid." "You mean......" "That's right. All you have to do is make sure that it's lubricated real good and he say's its better than pussy." "You let him put his cock in your ass?" "Yeh, it hurt a lot at first, but after a while it felt kind of nice. And I came real good too." "Did you put your cock into his ass?" Billy asked in amazement. "No, he said that he had some sort of problem back there and couldn't do it. But he always sucked me off real good." "Maybe next time I'll be able to suck you, I need to think about it a little more. Is it ok if I just jerk you off? I don't want to loose you as a friend." "Sure pal, whatever you're comfortable with." Jan said with a smile as his placed his hard dick in Billy's hand. Tracing back her steps out into the driveway, Elizabeth found herself asking a hundred questions at once. How long had this been going on? Who was this boy, Jan? Was her son gay? She eased the car out of the driveway and headed back down the boulevard. She wasn't sure where she was going or who she could talk to. After about fifteen minutes, Liz found herself by the edge of Larsen's Park. Leaving the car in the parking lot she took a long walk around the lake. It couldn't have been going on too long, she thought. Not if they'd only been jerking off together. She read that boys sometimes jerk off with a friend, but it usually never went any further. Her own sister in fact had taught her to masturbate when they were teens. Who this boy Jan was didn't seem that important right now. Still she made a mental note to look into the claim he had made about Mr. Wilson down at the hardware store. If he was really buggering young boys, something should be done about that. Was Billy gay? That was a hard question. If he was, there was nothing she could do but accept it. Elizabeth was educated enough to know that you didn't turn gay, it was something that you were born. Billy filled all the classic stereotypes. A quiet boy, with a divorced father who was never around more than 4 or 5 times a year. He'd always been a little awkward around girls, could that be the reason? But those were after all just stereotypes. You couldn't tell by just that. Look at Betty Kowolski back in High School - All American Girl. Cheerleader, Student Leader, always dating the most popular guy in school. She went on to become a member of the city council and then a congresswoman. Who'd have ever thought she would stand up in front of the world and announce that she was a lesbian. No, she didn't think Billy was gay - she just thought he was horny. When you're just 16 and don't really have a lot of friends, maybe its not so important that the mouth around your cock doesn't belong to a girl. Then she remembered something one of her girlfriends in college had once told her during an al night study session. Kandie said that when she was about 16, she'd had a short lived relationship with one of her female cousins. The relationship died a quick death the first time Kandie had been with a guy about a year later. Maybe that's it, maybe Billy just has to be with a girl to have something to compare it against. Then again, if this relationship went on for too long without something to balance it against, Billy might have no desire to try something else. >From her own married experience, Liz knew that when your sex life was going great, it was easy to be blind to many problems. "I never though I'd be having thoughts like this." Elizabeth said to herself. "Here I am, a 39 year old Mother trying to figure out a way to get her son laid." With a laugh she headed back to the car and again headed home. Billy was alone in the kitchen as she walked in. Only one bike was outside so it was obvious Jan had left. "You're home early," Billy said. "It's not even three o'clock." Liz quickly told him about the water main break. Changing the timing so that it put her at work while he was getting sucked off by his friend, Jan. "And what have you been up to today?" Liz asked. "Not much, just hanging out." "I see. Any plans for tonight? Its Friday after all?" "Wasn't really planning anything, thought I'd just stay home and watch some videos." Billy answered. "Why don't you invite Cindy or Donna over, I could make you some snacks to go with the movies and then make myself scarce." "I really kinda lost interest in them, Mom. They really weren't that interested in me anyhow." "I see." "Well I guess than it's just you and me, kid." "So much for Plan A." Elizabeth thought as she finished putting away the groceries she had brought home. " Even if I could get one of those girls over here, there was no guarantee that anything would happen. I mean, I couldn't just ask one of them to fuck Billy. If anything another frigid date might just drive him further into Jan's "you don't need a girl" philosophy." She continued to toss ideas in her mind as she headed up the stairs and into her bedroom. A shower was definitely in order. "I could hire a prostitute," Liz thought as she tossed her dress onto the bed. "But that would also fit into Jan's "you have to pay a girl for sex" theory." The warm water of the shower felt good. As she soaped up her body, Elizabeth felt frustrated. If only her old friend, Lisa still lived next store. Lisa Sweeney always had a thing for young boys. A few times she even fucked delivery boys or students she tutored in math. At times, Liz envied Lisa's encounter's, wondering what it would be like to initiate a young man into sex. All she would've had to do was ask, and Lisa would've had Billy in her bed before you could say cock robin. But Lisa moved away last year, now she was seducing her way through the Kensington High Schools a thousand miles away. Absentmindedly, Elizabeth began to masturbate as she thought of Lisa and all those young hard bodies. If only I could be more like Lisa, I could take care of this problem myself. A sudden tremor shook Liz's body as she repeated the thought out loud. "I could take care of the problem myself?" She repeated in shock and amazement. "Where in the world did an idea like that come from?" Stepping out of the shower and back into the bedroom, Elizabeth dried herself in front of the full length mirror. Try as she may, that haunting thought wouldn't go away. Deep down she knew where it had come from. The image of her naked son and his hard cock on the sofa this morning was still vivid in her mind. The excitement of listening to him getting sucked off had caused her to imagine what it would be like to have been the one bringing him pleasure. The wetness it had stirred between her legs had quickly been tossed aside when she had seen Jan. Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Liz honestly couldn't say she wasn't happy with what she saw. Her short red hair was still without a touch of gray. Nature had caused her breasts to sag a little but they were still in great shape. There was a little fat here and there, but over all she was still desirable. Men still looked at her and when she wanted it, men were still available for her needs. "What am I thinking?" She chided herself. "The very idea is preposterous." Her debate with herself was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. "I'll get it..." She heard Billy yell from downstairs. After a few seconds, Billy called out it was for him. Normally, Elizabeth would never think of listening in on her son's phone conversation, but today had been anything but normal. Her bedroom phone had a speaker function that could let her listen in to the call while muting any sound from her receiver. With only a moments hesitation, she hit the speaker button. "...... have you been thinking about it, Billy?" She heard Jan say. "Yeh, I've been thinking about it. I'm still not sure." "Ahh man, I did it for you." Jan wined. "I'm sitting here with a hard on just thinking about how nice it would feel to have my cock in your mouth." "I guess do owe you." "Then you'll do it?" "I guess so..." Billy said quietly. "Fantastic, can you come over tonight?" "No, not tonight, I already told my Mom I was staying in." "Tomorrow then, can you come over about 11:00?" "Yeh, ok." "Great, I can hardly wait. See you tomorrow then." "Yeh, tomorrow...." As the connection broke, Elizabeth made up her mind. She would do it. First she had a few things to do. Elizabeth told Billy she had to run a few errands and would be back by six. A quick trip to a video store out of town got her a XXX video. She couldn't bring herself to rent one from a local store. As it was two men in the store's adult section kept staring at her tits. Thankfully it was a woman behind the counter when she paid for the rental and left a cash deposit since she had no membership at this store. The woman gave her a wide smile as she read the video title before putting into the unmarked black box. "Enjoy it." She had said, licking her lips. Next she stopped at the Victoria's Secret at the Mall. Here at least she had to deal with only women as she looked for the sexiest lingerie she could find. One of the saleswoman helped her select a satin green bra and panty set. After mentioning that she needed the outfit for tonight, the saleswoman insisted that she try it on in the back room. "Normally, its against policy," She said. "But I can tell tonight means a great deal to you, and I wouldn't want you to be disappointed in what the outfit looks like when you get home." Putting the outfit on, Liz noted that the bra pushed her breasts in such a way that she looked twenty years old again. The panties, what there were of them, hardly covered her bright red bush. The look of dissatisfaction on the saleswomen was evident. "That's not going to do at all," She said as she brushed her fingernail across the hair that protruded from beneath the soft material. "We'll have to do something about that." Saying she'd be right back, the girl left Elizabeth standing half naked in the back room. In a moment she was back with a small toiletry bag. From within it she produced a small pair of hair clippers and proceeded to trim the hair around Liz's cunt. By the time she was finished, all that remained was a fine layer of red. "I can shave it you want, some guys really like that." The saleswoman said with a smile. "Maybe another time..." Elizabeth replied, "I really have to go." "Ok, have fun," She said as she placed the outfit back in the box and rang up the sale. "Must be a real special guy." Elizabeth could only answer with a smile. At ten to six, she pulled back into the driveway. She called out to Billy who was down in the basement working on his bike. Quickly locating the video Billy had brought home this afternoon, she switched it with the one she had just rented. Billy's video was still in the bag so she was sure he hadn't checked on the title. Next she dialed the operator and said that she was having problems with her phone and would they please call her right back as to test her phone. When the phone rang a few moments later, she was quick to call out that she had it. After thanking the operator for her help and saying that the problem must've corrected itself, Elizabeth called Billy up from the basement. "Bad news I'm afraid." She said, trying to put on a disappointed face. "That was Mr. Carrington. Since we had to cancel that meeting with the people from Johnson Foods this morning, they decided that want to have a late working dinner, so they can discuss our plans for their new ad campaign. So I'm afraid it just you and the movie tonight." "That's ok, Mom." Billy said sympathetically. "Maybe I'll forget the video and go over to a friends house." "No can do, sport." Liz said, having considered the possibility. "I'm expecting an important call from your Aunt Cynthia. She on the road this week so there's no way for me to track her down. If she calls I want you to get her number and beep me." "Ok, I guess what I had to do can wait to tomorrow." "That's a good boy," Elizabeth smiled as she kissed him on the cheek, satisfied that she'd covered all the options. Then she excused herself and headed upstairs to get ready for her "business dinner." Forty minutes later, Elizabeth reappeared in the living room. She walked in front of Billy in the couch and stood between him and the television. Then she struck a suggestive pose. "How do I look, big boy?" She said half comically. "Wow!" Billy exclaimed. "Mom, you look hot....I mean...." "That's ok, I know what you mean, and I'll take it as a compliment. It's been a long time since I've really dressed up. Elizabeth was wearing a very low cut dress that gave Billy an ample view of her breasts. She gave him plenty of time to let it all sink in, pleased that his sight never left her bosom. "Not bad for an old lady, huh?" "Not bad for any lady," Billy answered, forgetting for the moment that this was his Mom he was ogling. "You'll have those guys buying ice in December." "Don't stay up too late, sweetheart." She said as she tossed a wrap around her shoulders and headed for the door. "Oh and enjoy your movie." Part Two Once she pulled the car onto the street, she drove exactly two blocks. Then she parked it, and walked back to the house. Letting herself in the back way, she sat down in the laundry room and waited. If Billy followed his normal routine, he would start running the video as soon as Entertainment Tonight was over - in about fifteen minutes. Elizabeth found herself both nervous and flush with excitement. True to form, Billy hit the play button at 08:01. By 08:02 it was obvious that he was definitely not watching Sister Act 2. Not unless Woopie Goldberg was now making Porno Films. The video store must've mixed up the films. Billy had only see one other adult film, the time Stevie Esposito's father had forgotten to lock out the Playboy channel on the cable box the night before. That was G rated compared to this. Hearing the movie come on, Elizabeth moved from the laundry to the kitchen, then around through the long hall until she was at the same spot she had first spotted him and Jan this morning. He was already almost fifteen minutes into the movie and showed no lack of interest in the subject matter. If anything it had his undivided attention. Looking closely at the movement of his right shoulder, Liz realized he was jerking off to the film. Definitely a step in the right direction. With a deep breath, she walked into the room. She stood behind him for a few minutes, admiring his young body as he played with his hard cock. She felt the familiar tingling between her legs, made more intense by the thought that this was her won son. "That looks like fun, doesn't it?" "Oh shit!......Mom!" Billy cried out as he dropped his cock and spun around at the sound of her voice. It took a few seconds for him to recover from the shock of her presence, then he stammered out. "The video store made some kind of mistake.....they had the wrong film in the box." "I'm sure they did, still it looks like a very interesting movie, don't you think?" She said as she walked around the sofa and sat down beside him. Remembering that he was half naked, Billy reached down to pull up his pants. "No, don't...." Liz said softly as she stopped his reaching hand with her own. "There's nothing to be ashamed about..." She said as she moved her fingers from his hand and placed them directly on his cock. "Oh shit!" Billy exclaimed as his cock jerked involuntary at her touch. "Feels nice doesn't it?" She asked. "Ye......Yes..." Billy replied, unable to deny how good it felt to have his Mother stroke his cock. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked. "I will if you want?" "No, please don't stop..." Billy said, almost too softly to hear. Elizabeth didn't say anything for the next few minutes. She just continued to stroke his swelling cock, tracing along his veins with her nails and cupping his balls with her other hand. "I saw you with Jan this morning..." She said, continuing to play with his dick. "I saw him suck your cock and I know he wants you to suck his." Billy started to say something but she put two fingers across his lips, indicating that she just wanted him to listen. "I'm trying not to be judgmental about this." She continued. "I want you to do what ever it may be that makes you happy. I've always tried to make sure that you had the knowledge you needed to make intelligent decisions. Right now I think you're making one without fully understanding the options available to you." She paused a moment to make sure he was understanding what she was saying. "If you want, I'm going to show you exactly what its like to be with a woman. I want you to forget that I'm your Mother and just think of me as a woman who desires you very much. Do you understand that?" Billy nodded his head yes. "Do you want me to go on?" Billy again nodded his head yes. With a wide smile on her face and a burning desire building between her legs, Elizabeth bent down and took his cock into her mouth. Billy leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes in bliss. As nice as Jan's mouth had felt around his cock this morning, it was nothing compared to this. The wetness of his Mother's mouth seemed to engulf his entire being. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Licking up under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she took him all the way into her throat. "Oh Mom...." He moaned. Hearing him call her name reminded Liz that this was her son's cock in her mouth. She increased her rhyme, causing a more powerful reaction from Billy's cock. She could taste the saltiness of his cum as it leaked from his hole. The same saltiness that Jan had tasted this morning. Now it belonged to her. She gripped the base of his cock and pressed her fingers tight against the urethra, preventing him from cumming. She could feel the pressure against her fingers, she knew how badly he wanted to cum. "I have to cum so bad......." He pleaded. "Please Mom, I want to cum." Elizabeth continued to suck and stroke him for another ten seconds. Then she released the pressure around the base of his dick, sending a stream of hot boycum gushing into her mouth. She intentionally slurped the white cream, letting it splash across her face. It dripped from her lips and down her chin. She reached out with her tongue and licked it from her lips. It was the best she had ever tasted. Then again how could it not be, it had come after all from the fruit of her loins. Her face still smeared with his cum, Elizabeth moved up to his face and pulled him to her. She kissed him, softly at first, allowing him to taste his cum on her lips. Her tongue then found it's way within his mouth, again bringing the strong taste of boycum into his mouth. No matter what tomorrow brought, it was his Mother/Lover who had given him his first taste of boycum. Billy continued to kiss his Mother and licked her face clean. Already he could feel a movement in his cock, it wouldn't be too long before he would grow hard again. He didn't care if what he was doing was right or wrong, he only knew that he didn't want it to stop. Not that stopping was anywhere on Elizabeth's agenda. She broke her son's embrace and stood up. She reached behind her and undid the dress laces around her neck. Once undone, the top of the dress fell free, exposing her swollen breasts, held only in place by the satin green bra she had purchased earlier. "I noticed you admiring these earlier..." She said as she massaged the globes with her hands. "I thought you'd like a better look." "Oh yes..." Billy said as he reached up and pressed his hands against the soft flesh. His fingers slid beneath the thin green material and brushed against Liz's hard nipples. Now Elizabeth moaned softly as Billy played with her nipples. He pulled her breasts down to face level and buried his face in her cleavage. His tongue licked every inch of exposed breast, planting kisses on each mound again and again. Billy's fingers followed the soft material cupping her breasts and soon undid the hooks that held it together. As the material fell free, he was rewarded with his first unrestricted look at his Mother's breasts....a sight he had dreamed about many a night. He reached up and cupped one breasts, guiding the nipple into his mouth. "Softly......." Liz whispered as she helped place the nipple in his mouth. As his lips closed on it, she felt the same sexual excitement she had felt sixteen years before when she had first breast fed him. She felt his teeth grate against her nipple a few times but made no attempt to correct him. That would come in the future. Right now it was enough that he was enjoying himself. After he had suckled at her second breast for a while, she brought her mouth to his own breasts. She traced the outline of his aureole with her tongue, then took his small nipples into her mouth. Demonstrating that a man could also feel many of the same pleasures a woman felt. Billy was amazed at how good it felt, he had never considered his boy breasts as sexual parts of his body. As Elizabeth continued to tongue his nipples, she pressed his hardening cock against her pantied covered mound, slowing dry humping against it. In no time at all her panties were moist with her own juices. "Are you ready to see my cunt?" She whispered in his ear, taking secret delight in her use of such language. "Yes, please show it to me." Elizabeth leaned back on the edge of the sofa and spread her legs wide. She reached down and undid the two side strings that held the panty together. Then with a flourish, she pulled the green cloth away, revealing her mound of delight in all its fiery red splendor. Billy's eyes widened in wonder as he looked down on his first real pussy. A pussy he was sure he would not only get to touch, but would soon be inside of. He never considered the thought that this would be his second journey into this particular tunnel of love - the first having been in the opposite direction. Watching Billy's eyes, Elizabeth was glad she hadn't let the saleswoman shave her pussy. Perhaps another day, but the small framing mound of flaming red hair suited her perfectly right now. "I want you to kiss it." Liz said. "I want you to lick my pussy and taste how sweet the juices can be." Needing no further prompting, Billy dove right in. Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the whole thing in his mouth like he had Elizabeth's nipples. Then he settled down and began to lick up and down, using his hand to expose more of the pink softness within. >From biology class he knew what the clitoris was, although he was sure he was the first guy in his class to actually have the chance to see one close up. He reached out to it with his tongue and was rewarded with another series of soft moans from his Mother. The taste of girlcum filled his mouth, so different from his own - but surprisingly nice. So much for all the fish jokes he had been told. Elizabeth's cunt grew wetter with each passing minute. She guided Billy's fingers into her pussy and quickly showed him how to finger-fuck a woman. Between his tongue and fingers, she was as wet as she could be. Her body cried out for his hard boycock. "Billy, I want you inside me...." She said, "I want to be your first woman." Billy smiled as he took a hold of his cock and straddled his Mother. He placed it at the entrance of her hole and gently slid it in. She was so lubricated that he quickly filled her until his balls slapped against her ass. He reached down and took a hold of each of her legs as he had seen them do in the movie, then began to fuck her as hard as he could. "Oh God Yes!" Elizabeth cried out as she felt her son's cock fill her. It felt so good. She reached behind him and grabbed his ass. Taking a firm grip, she added her own strength to his thrusts, taking him deeper inside her. With every once of energy he could muster, Billy thrusted his cock into his Mother again and again. The walls of her pussy felt so good as they wrapped around his cock. Jan had to have been wrong, nothing could feel as good as this. Sweat covered both their bodies as they thrashed back and forth atop the couch. A few feet away the porno movie continued unwatched, but matched in intensity by the two oblivious viewers. Finally, Elizabeth felt Billy's body began to tense, signaling an imminent explosion within him. She grabbed him as hard as she could and pulled him as far within her as possible. Years of experience allowed her to hold off her own climax, she wanted them to reach simultaneous bliss. As soon as she felt the shudder of his body she relaxed and let it trigger the volcanic waves within her own body. Her pussy exploded as she felt the burst of her own son's cum fill her body, electrical charges radiated outward until they filled the core of her being. She smothered his face against her breasts, allowing his to taste the sweat that covered her body. Then as the tremors subsided within, she pulled his head up and kissed him. Not the kiss of a Mother, but that of a Lover. They laid there together and fell asleep naked in each others arms. In the morning they took turns showering and quickly dressed. Over breakfast they discussed the night before. It was quickly agreed that what happened last night would never be repeated. It was now up to Billy to make his own decision about him and Jan. If he wanted to go and meet Jan, even if he wanted to experiment with him a little more it was his decision. At least now he had something to measure it against. "I'm not going to ask you what you decided, Billy." Elizabeth said as she drank her coffee. "But no matter what it is, I want you to know that I'll always love you and support you in whatever you do with your life." "Thanks Mom, " Billy said as he kissed her on the cheek, the kiss of a son to his Mother. "But I want to tell you what I decided." Elizabeth slowly put down her coffee mug and gave her son her undivided attention. "I'm not going to have sex with Jan anymore. I realize now that it would just be another form of masturbation. It might feel good, but without the emotional feelings that should go with it, it would feel empty in the end." Elizabeth smiled, her son was well on the way to becoming a man in more ways than she had thought. "I think I'll give Cindy a call, see if she'd like to go to the park today." Billy said as he reached for the phone. "Billy.....: Elizabeth said in her strongest Mother voice. "You can't expect what happened between me and you last night to happen between you and any of the girls you might date - at least not for a very long time." "I know, Mom," Billy said smiling. "But at least I know what the prize is at the end of the game. It makes it worth playing." It was all so simple to him now, a new confidence filled him as he spend the next ten minutes on the phone with Cindy. "How do you like that? She said she was hoping I'd give her a call. Said she acted kinda stupid the last time we went out and wants to start over if its ok with me?" "What did you tell her?" "I told her that as far as I was concerned, we were both starting from square one." "That's good to hear, but as long as you've got the phone, don't you think you should give Jan a call. You should at least tell him you're not coming over. "You're right," Billy said as he picked up the phone again. "I owe him that much." "Have you given any thought to what your going to tell him?" Elizabeth asked curiously. "Actually I have, I was kind of hoping that I could invite him over this afternoon and you could give him the same object lesson that you gave me....." "Billy!!!!!" Elizabeth cried out in mock anger. "How could you even suggest such a thing?" "Well if you don't think its a good idea..." "Of course not, this afternoon is definitely no good. Tell him to come by around 07:30." Mother and Son then both burst into laughter. One Moment In Time by Ann Douglas "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking..." Said the strong male voice over the cabin intercom. "We're about to start our approach into Los Angeles International and should have you on the ground in about twenty minutes." "On the ground in 20 minutes," Kelly thought as she stared out the tiny window at the countryside rushing by below, ignoring the Captain's comments on the weather and such. "And then a three hour layover until I catch the 6:30 to San Diego." The 39 year old redhead sighed as she thought of the long wait in an airport lounge with absolutely nothing better to do but watch people come and go. Of course she could go over her presentation one more time, but she really figured that an even dozen times in the last two days had been enough. "Forget about inflight movies," She said to herself as her seatbelt closed with a snap. "They should have a theater or two in the airport so that people could kill a few hours." Originally, the layover in Los Angeless was going to be the best part of her trip. Her Internet lover, Michelle, lived up near Oakland. When she had first learned she was going out to the West Coast to personally present the new marketing campaign she had helped develop, Kelly had seized at the opportunity to fullfill a person desire on her stop over here. San Francisco or Oakland would've been better, but the tickets had been bought for L.A. before she had even been given the assignment. According to her original plan, Kelly was going to have a full day here and Michelle was going to make the drive down from Oakland. The two woman had never actually met, but had been exchanging emails and gifs for a few months now. Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a New York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's slot, this trip was going to be a feather in her cap. 5'3" with short dark red hair, the first thing most men took in upon meeting her was her 38 inch bust. It usually put them off guard and Kelly was just aggressive enough to take advantage of their distraction. By the time they learned there was a lot more to her than just a big set of boobs, she had usually passed them on the ladder to the VP's chair. Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a career military woman. A Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy, she was as aggressive in her own field as Kelly was in hers. She had bucked the boy's club mentality and flew multi-million dollar jets for a living. Currently she was stationed at the Alameda Naval Air Station up near Oakland. Both women were married, both were mothers with small children. And both had discovered in the last few years, an interested in other women. They had met one night on the Internet when Kelly responded to a note Michelle had posted on a bi newsgroup. The fact that they lived on opposite sides of the country just gave them the freedom to be totally honest with each other in their almost daily correspondence. The friendship had developed quickly. Within an hour of learning that she was going to make the presentation herself instead of Bill Sullivan, her immediate superior, Kelly had fired off an email to Michelle. They quickly worked out a plan were as Michelle would take a 48 hour leave and meet her in Los Angeles. Then they would have a full night and day together. Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the form of one Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the pencil pushing travel budget coordinator at Kelly's firm. Known as "old nickels and dimes", she took great delight in trying to find new ways to save even a few dollars, no matter what the inconvenience to the traveler. The pleasure she got from her discoveries, and the chaos they caused the unfortunate traveler seemed to be almost sexual in nature at times. At least that had always been Kelly's impression. It was probably the nosy old bitty's only such enjoyment. So it was that Janice took great delight in changing Kelly's travel plans so that she had to fly to San Diego tonight instead of tomorrow. In doing so, the company would save fifty dollars on air fare and a whole nights hotel accommodations. Their clients had no problem moving up the meeting a day and Janice had further booked Kelly on a flight home tomorrow that would mean she would have to go right from the presentation to the airport. This would save another night of hotel expenses. The fact that Kelly would be totally exhausted by the end of this two day marathon didn't really factor into the equation. Kelly could still see the excited gleam in Janice's eyes as she devastated her plans. It was almost taken as an article of faith in the office that Kelly had a hand in the scandal that resulted in the sudden firing of Bill Sullivan a few days before. In truth, she had nothing to do with the anonymous phone call that had led the night security guard to Bill's office late Friday. Of course, she wasn't sorry that he had been caught screwing one of the college interns on the couch. No, she hadn't made the call, but had she known about the tryst, she wouldn't have hesitated to have made it. As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard concrete of the runway, Kelly against cursed the fact that her chance to finally meet Michelle was slipping out of her fingers. The Navy Officer had told her that even if she broke every speed limit on the way down here, she wouldn't arrive until just before Kelly had to leave. As much as she wanted to finally meet her in person, the Ad Exec wasn't selfish enough to ask her to drive all the way down here just to wave good-bye. As people all around Kelly took to the aisles and began to gather up their belongings, she just continued to stare out the window. It wasn't like she had to hurry to make her next connection. Then, with only a few other people left onboard, she got up and removed her carrybag from the overhead compartment. The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile as she thanked her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly smiled back at the young blonde, wondering if she'd like to help her kill a few hours. A silly thought really. Even on the remote chance that the tan suited woman was also into girls, the ground crews were already loading food and fuel onto the plane for their next flight. She would be out of here and on her way long before the New Yorker was. Savoring the idle thought of how the flight attendant would've looked in a skimpy red bra and panties, Kelly exited the cabin and walked down the long passageway into the terminal. "Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said to herself as she strolled down the walkway, ignoring the many people around her. "Although I can't imagine the food being any better here than on the plane." Lost in thought and oblivious to her surroundings, Kelly didn't notice the short haired blonde woman she'd just walked past. "Hi stranger," The blonde said with a smile. "Buy a lady a drink?" Then the woman leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The look of alarm on her face quickly changed to astonishment as she focused on the woman who had kissed her. "Michelle!" She exclaimed. Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue eyes, Michelle was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse- and matching shorts. The thin material of her shirt and the tight fit of her shorts outlined the well-defined muscles of her calves and arms. A well tanned body showed that she was an outdoor person who loved to soak up the desert sun. Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the younger woman held out a small bouquet of flowers to her Internet friend. "These are for you, Kelly" She said quietly. "I can't tell you how much your letters have meant to me over the last three months. I looked forward to them every day. Thanks for being my friend, you're really someone special." Taking the roses in hand, Kelly finally found her voice. "But how...? You said that it was impossible for you to drive down in time." Kelly stammered, still a little shocked by Michelle's sudden appearance. "Honey, I'm a Naval Aviator." She laughed in a deep rich voice. "We don't drive.....we fly!" Michelle explained how she had hitched a ride on a transport flight and had only arrived a half hour ago. "This is wonderful!" Kelly beamed. At least we'll be able to have dinner together." A wicked smile appeared on Michelle's face. She stared at the beauty of her cyber-lovers face and quickly lost herself in the richness of her deep brown eyes. "I had something a little better than dinner in mind." The Navy Officer quipped. With that, the taller woman led Kelly down the corridor and through a locked door that read "Security Only." "Were are we going?" Kelly asked curiously. "The Security Chief for the airport is a Reserve Officer and a friend of mine." Michelle said as she closed and locked the door behind them. "He had a small office that he converted into an apartment some time back. A place where he could rest up during emergency situations. It's not the Hilton but it sure beats a cot in the storage room." Michelle continued as they proceeded up a long flight of stairs. "I called him yesterday and explained that I had a rather special friend passing through here today and I'd really like to be able to spend some private time with them." She said as they reached the top of the stairs and Michelle unlocked yet another door. "Since you only had a few hours, heading out to one of the local motels was out of the question. He immediately offered me the use of his apartment." As she stepped into the rather spacious room, Kelly wondered if Michelle had mentioned that her special friend was another woman. Given the military's rather silly obsession with same sex relationships, she guessed she hadn't. "Here we are, home sweet home." Michelle pronounced with a sweep of her arm. "At least for the next couple of hours." Taking a good look around the room, Kelly couldn't help but be impressed. The Hilton it might not of been, but it sure as hell had the Holiday Inn beat by a mile. "We've got champagne, various appetizers and such." Michelle said as she gently placed her hands on Kelly's arms. "But first, something I've wanted to do for the longest time." Pulling Kelly tight against her, Michelle kissed her again. This time it was full on the lips. Kelly responded quickly to the warm, soft pressure against her lips, and the taste of Michelle's tangy red lipstick. Opening her mouth as she felt the tickle of Michelle's tongue against it, Kelly drew it inside her. "Mmmmm" Michelle purred as tongue found tongue. The reality of countless night's dreams brought a warm feeling to both women. Kelly felt a soft touch against her breast as Michelle slipped her fingers beneath the folds of her blouse. "Lets get more comfortable." Michelle said as she kissed her a second time. Slowly, the two woman began undressing each other, continuing to stroke and kiss as they did. Michelle quickly lost her blouse and shorts, displaying an perfect tan that continued even beneath her undergarments. Nude sunbathing was a passion with her. If you wanted to enjoy the kiss of the sun, why let a few silly scraps of cloth get in the way. Kelly had been wearing a blue blazer with matching blouse and skirt, very conservative and business like. Michelle was more than eager to help her out of the jacket, running her hand across the outline of her breasts. The soft motion was enough to cause the quarter size aureoles to shrink and harden, exciting Michelle even more. She considered ripping it open in a burst of passion, but the idea that any other clothing Kelly might have had was locked away in her luggage finally prevailed. Filled with excitement, Michelle quickly unbuttoned the blouse and in one quick snap, unfastened the Victoria Secret's black lace bra beneath it. Definitely not what you expected to find under that dull outfit. "Do you have panties to match?" Michelle whispered in her sexiest tone. "Ah...that's for you to find out." Kelly replied teasingly, clearly enjoying the attention. Michelle wasted no time in unzipping the wool knit skirt, sliding her hand down across the business woman's voluptuous thighs. She was just a little disappointed to find the skin under her clothes so pale. If they only had more time, she would've taken her to her favorite spot out in the desert and taught her wonderful feeling you got from frolicking au natural. "Let just me get the rest of this off you." Michelle said in a commanding voice. The authority in her tone and her willing reaction to it took Kelly by surprise. She wasn't used to taking orders, especially from another woman. Her bisexual experiences had been with women more or less her own age. The first had been after a long endless night working on a report when she had been guided into the pleasures of girlsex by her administrative assistant. It had been an eye-opening experience. Yet in the end, she was somewhat relieved when Donna had quit to take a job with another company. Kelly's world might not have been as oppressive as Michelle's regarding lesbianism, but it wasn't that open either. She wouldn't loose her job over being exposed, but it would certainly bar her from the vice president's office. After Donna, all of her affairs had been far from the office and usually with women who had as much to loose as she did. What really surprised Kelly was that she was actually enjoying a submissive role for a change. Usually she had to exert her dominance in every aspect of her life, but she could feel the energy in the woman undressing her. It excited her and she wanted to just see where it would take her. In no time at all, Michelle had undressed both Kelly and herself. Kelly watched with approval as the Navy Officer had carefully placed her traveling suit over the back of a chair, careful not to wrinkle the clothing. At least she was considerate enough to realize that she could hardly show up in San Diego in crumpled clothes. Deals had fallen through over less. Michelle couldn't keep her hands off Kelly's huge breasts. Once, while she was pregnant, her own breasts had been close to this size, but had shrunk back to normal afterwards. Still, one does what they can with what they have. She gently caressed Kelly's mounds with her hands and swirling fingers, making imaginary circles around the now swollen nipples. Her soft touch excited Kelly greatly, her nipples had always been extra sensitive. Michelle could hear her lover's breathing began to quicken, causing the blonde's own juices to collect between her legs. Her tongue replaced her hands and like a babe, she pulled the large nipples deep into her hungry mouth. Strong fingers kneaded the abundant flesh, playing an erotic symphony on Kelly's body. Kelly reached out with her own slender fingers and played with Michelle's breasts in turn. Truth be told, she actually wished she had mounds like that, having always believed that her's were oversized. She lifted up each breast to her mouth and ran her tongue across the stiff and tanned nipples and kissed each in turn. This sent little shivers of pleasure across Michelle's chest. In response, Michelle slid one hand down across Kelly's thigh and between her legs, delighting in the deep wetness she found there. Skillfully massaging the stubby clit she found there, she began to steer Kelly toward her first orgasm. A single finger became two, then three. They slid in and out faster and faster, adding fuel to the fire that raged deep inside. Kelly continued to work on Michelle's breasts, kissing, teasing, and biting them over and over. The conflagration that radiated from her own womanhood made her more and more aggressive. She began to heave back and forth as she felt her first small orgasm, the wetness of which covered Michelle's fingers. With her free hand, Michelle jerked Kelly's head back and kissed her forcefully, sucking the force of Kelly's orgasm into her. Her tongue pressed firmly against Kelly's. The kisses continued, becoming softer, longer and much wetter. There were few things Michelle loved more than sharing french kisses with another woman, and from the response, Kelly shared the passion. Now it was Kelly's turn. She led Michelle back to the large bed, the size of which made it obvious that Michelle's friend used it for a lot more that a quick nap. She spread her long muscular legs wide and immediately dropped her head between them. Kelly had been delighted to see that Michelle had indeed kept her pussy as bare as a teenage girl's as she had mentioned in her emails. She had never been with a woman who shaved her hair, it was an immense turn-on. Michelle moaned as she felt the soft wetness of Kelly's tongue as it slid up and into her love canal. Hitting all the right spots, she began to drive the younger woman up the ridges of her own climax. It wasn't long before Michelle's heart was racing and the same electrical surges that Kelly had felt a short time before now ravaged her own body. Grabbing the back of Kelly's head with her powerful hands, Michelle pulled her deeper between her legs. So forceful was her grip that Kelly couldn't even catch her breath. Not that she cared at the moment. All that concerned her was the small trickle of juices that she was eagerly lapping up with the tip of her tongue. A trickle that she knew would soon be a flood. She didn't have long to wait as Michelle's naked form, covered with sweat, began to buck and quake. The larger woman let out a loud cry of joy as she exploded in and across Kelly's mouth. Kelly would've joined in the shout but she was too busy lapping up her reward. "Oh God, that was great." Michelle panted as the two woman laid side by side. The two spent long minutes just silently kissing and licking each other clean. No further words were shared, just an occasional shared laughter. Finally, looking up at the large 18 inch clock on the wall, the military woman noted that they had already been at it for over a half hour. Time was running so fast. Kelly meanwhile was oblivious to the passage of time, she was having to much fun. She never realized how good it could feel to just let someone else take control, even if just for a little while. "I've got a little surprise for you." Michelle laughed as she reached under the bed and pulled out her flight bag. Kelly watched, first in fascination, then in shock, as Michelle produced a large 9" dildo from the dark blue bag. In her own luggage, she kept a smaller vibrator, but nothing like this. It was the strap on kind, and it was obvious that Michelle planned to wear it. "I don't know about this..." Kelly said with more than a touch of hesitation in her voice. "Didn't you say in your emails that it's always been your fantasy to be fucked by a monster cock?" Michelle asked as she jumped back onto the bed. "How you always dreamed about it but would never do it with a man other than your husband." Kelly bit down on her lower lips as she studied the formidable rubber phallic. It had been her fantasy to be totally ravaged at least once in her life. She loved her husband, she really did. Yet sometimes she so much wanted something more than his 7" in her. "I guess that sometimes you can fantasize about something knowing its never going to happen, that way its a safe obsession." Came her reply. "All right." Michelle said, a little disappointed. "I'll just put this away then." "Wait...." Kelly said, taking the time to measure her words. "I'd really like to try it....honestly." The look of disappointment on Michelle's face instantly turned to joy. It resembled nothing else if not that of the cat that ate the canary. She quickly secured the straps of her artificial manhood around and between her legs. She held out her hand to Kelly and guided her to the floor, it was always more fun down there. She again started with kisses, first her cheeks, then her mouth. She continued down her body, taking the time to once again enjoy the fullness of Kelly's breasts. Eventually she reached her still moist mound, glistening with shiny droplets of her earlier eruption. Spreading her cunt lips, Michelle wasted no time in exploring the inner reaches of her new lover's sexuality. The scent of their recent sex filled her nostrils as much as the taste of it filled assaulted her tongue. Michelle took a firm grip on Kelly's buttocks and pulled her closer. "Oh yes.." Kelly said as the frequency of Michelle's withdrawals and re-insertions increased with each passing moment. Michelle continued with her oral ministrations, always aware of the ticking of the clock above her. And with each passing minute, Kelly's moans became louder and louder. Michelle was pleased that she was having such an effect on her lover, but was becoming concerned that someone might hear her. True, they were in a private section of the terminal, but there were still workers in the building. What if someone heard them and decided to investigate? "Not so loud!" Michelle commanded as she paused for a moment. "We don't want to draw company." Kelly nodded in agreement and obeyed for a few minutes. But finally the wet, moist tongue buried inside her cause her to resume her cries, in an even louder volume. "Oh God...oh my God...oh it' s so good... faster...faster...!" Kelly suddenly yelled so loud that it caused Michelle to jump. In all her letters, Kelly had never mentioned that she was a screamer. Michelle immediately realized that Kelly couldn't help herself. As the woman beneath her let out a second equally loud shout, Michelle grabbed the closest thing at hand off the floor and pushed it into Kelly's mouth. What it turned out to be was her own panties, still wet with her anticipation over Kelly's visit. "Kelly, you have to quiet down..." She said in her most commanding tone. "If you can't stop I'll have to leave that gag in place...either that or we'll have to stop. If I leave it there, then you can moan as loud as you want. Do you want me to take it out and stop?" Kelly shook her head side to side in a violent motion. No matter what it took, she wanted Michelle to keep on going. Assuming the classic missionary position, Michelle took hold of the large rod dangling between her legs and positioned it at the entrance of Kelly's now very lubricated pussy. She pushed forward ever so slightly, opening wide the folds of her womanhood. Kelly let out a grunt that was heard even through her makeshift gag. She was far from a virgin having lost that distinction some 23 years before, but she had never ever taken anything that big inside her before. Michelle looked up from her view of the cockhead disappearing inside Kelly's pussy at the sound. She looked into Kelly's brown eyes to see if she wanted her to stop. It only took a second for Kelly to bob her head up and down for Michelle to continue. Over the next several minutes, Michelle slowly entered and re-entered Kelly, measuring the force of her thrusts with the display of discomfort shown on the businesswoman's face. She really didn't want to hurt her and was relieved when her facial expression changed from one of determined acceptance to one of enjoyment. If the blonde haired woman needed any other encouragement, she felt Kelly's hands against her ass, pushing her inside her. Now freed from that worry, Michelle began to pump away in earnest. Faster and faster she thrusted, driving almost the full length of her fake cock into her lover. The pressure of the small protrusion on the underside of the rubber that caressed her own clit, sending oscillating waves through her own form. Thus each powerful stroke was felt by both women. Michelle had started with the missionary position because it was the easiest for entry. Now to was time to just really have fun. She pulled out of Kelly and barked out an order that would've made her instructor back in basic training proud. "Get on all fours!" She commanded. So wrapped up in the wonderful feeling she was getting from Michelle's robust penetrations, Kelly quickly moved to respond. Without really taking the time to think about it, she flipped over and assumed the position, lifting her bottom up into the air as to invite easy access. She just wanted Michelle back inside her. In that she wasn't disappointed. Michelle grabbed her legs and spread them even wider. Then with a lust filled thrust, rammed the cock back inside her. Harder and harder she pushed, taking both of them to the heights of passion. Both women could feel the rising explosion that would consume them both. Kelly was more than content to just lie there and await it, but Michelle was determined to meet it head-on. Pushing Kelly's head to the floor, Michelle straddled her, planted her cock ever deeper with each effort. Now it was Michelle who was grunting ever louder as sweat poured from her pores and her breasts bounced back and forth. Kelly was totally pinned, she tried to shift to a more comfortable position was helpless against the younger woman's strength. It was Kelly who erupted first. Michelle could feel her pussy contract around the fake cock as she pulled and pushed it in with a single fluid motion. Her own orgasm followed two strokes later. They collapsed upon each other, drenched in a combination of sweat, sex and exhaustion. They just laid there for about ten minutes, trading soft touches and little kisses. The clock on the wall told them that Kelly's plane left in less than forty minutes. They had to get cleaned up. Reluctantly they lifted themselves off the floor and kissed one more time. Standing naked a few feet from each other, they laughed at the sign of each other. Neither resembled the woman who walked into the room a short time before. Thankfully, the makeshift apartment had a shower large enough for two and it wasn't long before they had washed each other clean. Time was now the enemy as they dressed and gathered their things. Since Michelle had a change of underwear in her bag, Kelly asked to keep the ones that had served as her gag as a souvenir. She quickly shoved them into her jacket's side pocket. They had to race down the corridor to make the last call for the flight. Flashing an id given to her by the Security Chief, Michelle went with Kelly all the way to the plane. Kelly suddenly pulled her to a stop just a few feet from the cabin door. Quickly looking right and left to make sure they were alone, she leaned forward and kissed her. It was a brief but satisfying kiss. "I love you." Kelly whispered before she turned and ran into to plane, afraid that if she waited any longer she might not get on. Michelle watched as the attendant secured the cabin door behind her. Her eyes searched the small windows as the plane pulled away for some sign of her - to no avail. Before turning and heading back down the passageway, she whispered to herself. "I love you too." Kelly felt both happy and sad as the plane pulled up and into the sky. Happy at what Michelle and she had shared, it was an experience she would always remember. Sad at the knowledge that it would never be repeated. They were of two different worlds and neither would give up their world to live in the others. They would always remain friends. That, and the memory, would be enough. Three days later, Michelle got her first mail from Kelly since they had met. She agreed with Kelly's assessment of their relationship. It was enough that they'd had that moment in time. As she got to the bottom of the letter she burst into laughter.... "...and the client in San Diego couldn't believe how relaxed I was after traveling cross-country the day before. By the way, you'll never believe what happened while I was away. They fired Janice Zimmerman. It seems that all the while she was saving the company those nickels and dimes, she was diverting the nickels to her own personal account. They're even thinking of pressing charges against her. I almost feel sorry for her, after all, it was because of her the trip turned out like it did. Think I should send her a thank you card? Love Always, Kelly XOXOXOX END Prom Date A full moon illuminated the dirt road as Michelle walked. >From behind she could still hear the sound of music from the country club where the senior prom had been held. A glance at her watch told her it was only five past two, only a half hour since she'd broken up with her boyfriend Bobby. The night had started well enough, they had danced and partied the night away with all their friends. Midnight came and went and couples began to disappear from the party. It was no secret that they had relocated to various motels in the area. Michelle had already made her decision to let Bobby have her "precious pearl" as her mother always called it. It was only a determination to wait until the prom when it would be really special that made the 18yr old wait this long. About one o'clock Bobby said he was ready to go and he had something special planned. With a smile in anticipation of what was ahead, Michelle followed Bobby into the parking lot. When they got to the car, Michelle was surprised to find Jack Nelson, Bobby's best friend by the car. "What's Jack doing here?" She asked Bobby in a low voice. "Are we giving him a lift home?" "Well I figured it would be more fun if we all went down to the Lantern Inn together." Bobby replied. "I guess we could give him and Connie a lift." Michelle answered as she looked around the parking lot . "Where is Connie?" She added when she saw no sign of Jack's girlfriend. "Connie's parents already picked her up." Bobby answered, "Its just going to be the three of us." At first Michelle thought it was a joke, until she saw the serious look on Bobby's face. He really expected her to take care of both him and Jack. "Are you out of your mind?" She yelled, pulling away from him. "you think you I'm just gonna roll over for one of your friends?" "Come on baby, it'll be fun." Bobby said with a grin. "It's not like I want you to spread your legs for him or anything, just give him a little head. Its not like you've never given a blow job before." Michelle's face trendy a bright crimson. She did want to do it with Bobby. She had laid awake night thinking about what it would be like. But not like this, not like she was some cheap hooker." "No way, Bobby! She said angrily. "I want you to take me home this minute." "Wait a minute, baby, I promised Jack we were going to do some partying and get some serious action. No way you're going to make me look like a fool!" "You bastard!" Michelle thundered as she slapped Bobby's face with all the strength she could muster. "If all you're worried about is looking bad in front of your friend, then why don't you get down and blow him!" With that she turned and ran in the opposite direction as fast as she could. Bobby made no effort to stop her, even knowing that she had no way back to town and it was a ten mile walk. "Stupid cunt!" she heard him call out as she ran. So here she was, less than a quarter mile down the road and already tired. Prom dress and heels were a lousy outfit for hiking. "Shit," She muttered. "The way this night is going it'll start to rain next." Fifteen aching minutes later, Michelle heard a car coming down the road from the direction of the club. Moving off to the side of the road she could see the headlights coming down the curved path. "What if its Bobby?" She thought. She'd figured he'd taken the other road home when he didn't come right after her. Now she didn't want to have to face him. As the car approached and slowed to a stop, it was definitely not Bobby. Instead of the old Tercel that Bobby had bought earlier in the year, Michelle stood before a chrome blue corvette convertible. "Strange time for a nature walk." said a soft feminine voice from the car. The door opened and out stepped one of the most beautiful women Michelle had ever seen in her life. Almost a half foot taller than Michelle's 5ft 2, the woman had light brown hair with just a touch of silver. A low cut evening dress barely contained a more than ample bosom which Michelle could only envy. Many times she had stolen secret looks at the other girls in the shower at school and t5ried to conceal her disappointment at her own 32 inch bust . A diamond the likes Michelle had only seen in books hung between the crevice of her breasts. Yet, even if it hadn't been there, Michelle would've been hard pressed not to stare. "I had a fight with my boyfriend." Michelle stuttered. "I guess I should've made sure I had a ride home first." It was only at that moment that she realized how stupid she'd been. It would've been easy to have just gone back and gotten a ride from someone else. But the embarrassment in being so wrong about Bobby had kept her from doing so. "I've had a few of those myself." The woman said with a smile. "Can I at least offer you a ride." "Could you ever!" Michelle exclaimed as she took a step forward and remembered how sore here feet were. "Hop in." The woman said as she stepped back into the car. "My names Samantha." "Michelle." came the reply as she ran around to the other side of the car. "Settling into the passenger seat of the two seater, Michelle had a better chance to assess Samantha. She figured she was in her late 30's, thinking she hoped she looked that great at that age. The designer gown she wore made Michelle's prom dress look like a rag, she was sure it cost more that her parents made in a month. I feel like I should be on one of those late night soaps, Michelle thought as the car roared down the road. "Care to talk about it?" Samantha asked. "Its kind of embarrassing." "Its OK sweetheart, I promise I won't think less of you." Something about the friendly manner in which she spoke made Michelle want to open up. So she told the whole story of how she planned to give away her greatest gift and instead found herself being given away as a door prize. "You're right," Samantha said, "He was a stupid bastard." "I still can't believe that he wanted me to do it with both of them." "Well, what he suggested can be an adventure," Samantha said with a smile. "But it was certainly crude of him to suggest such a thing for your first time." Michelle took a deep breath , realizing that the older woman spoke from experience. The image of this beautiful woman lying naked with two men suddenly made her feel warm inside. An hour ago the thought was disgusting to her, now she found it erotic. Without realizing it, Michelle found herself dress draped across Samantha's long legs and wondering what it looked like beneath it. "Its kind of hot tonight, want to stop at the 7-11 and get something cold to drink?" Samantha asked, snapping Michelle's attention away from the folds of her dress. "Sure...." She stuttered, suddenly realizing that she was flustered and it had nothing to do with the heat. "If you're not in a rush to get home, I know a real cool place that we can drink these." Samantha said as she stepped back into the car with two bottles of Coke. "That'll be great," she answered without thinking. For a moment she had second thoughts, but then figured, why not. She was enjoying Samantha's company and her parents had already said that they didn't expect her home until the morning. It had been her Dad who had taken her Mom to their own prom and thankfully they still both remembered what it was like to be 18. "Its not far," Samantha said as she put the car in gear. "And it has the most beautiful view of the lake." Five minutes later, they were parked in a small clearing by the lake, hidden on three sides by the trees, "This is beautiful," Michelle said as she admired the moonlit lake. "I'm surprised no on else ever comes up here." "Its a carefully kept secret." Samantha replied as she drank the bottle of coke. "I went to college near here and this spot was one of the secrets of my sorority. Just a spot were a girl could relax and dream." With fascination, Michelle watched as a drop of soda spilled onto Samantha's chin and flowed down her neck and down to her breasts. The older woman smiled as she caught the youngster's gaze. "I'm sorry...." Michelle mumbled in embarrassment. "Its just that your so beautiful." "There's no need to apologize, Michelle. In fact if anything I feel complimented." The warm smile of the woman made Michelle want to melt, and when she ran her manicured hand down across her breast to wipe the soda, Michelle felt her legs go weak. "That soda hit the spot," Samantha said. "Guess its time we got you home." "There's no rush!" Michelle said quickly. "I mean we can stay here a little longer. Its so nice and my parents don't expect me home for hours." She added, more than a little flushed by her quick plea to stay. Michelle couldn't tell what Samantha was thinking as she awaiting a response. Something drew her to this woman and she didn't want to let it go. "If I came home too early, I'd have to explain why? She quickly continued, nothing full well that it was a rather lame excuse. "And I'd rather not have to tell them what happened." "Well we can't have that can we?" Samantha smiled. It is a beautiful night and I guess we can stay a little longer." Turning the radio on low, the two women sat back and listened. Without thinking, Michelle found herself curled up against Samantha. To her surprise it felt astonishing good. After a while, Michelle felt Samantha's hand stoke her hair and continue down to her neck. Finding no resistance, it moved across the curve of her small breasts. Michelle felt an electric tingle go though here as she felt the nails caress her flesh. She was scared and excited at the same time. Part of her said no, another screamed yes. Here, hidden in the moonlight, no one would ever know. Sliding down her gown, the nails touched the edge of her nipple, finding it erect. A moist tongue ran across her outer ear as Michelle heard herself say aloud in a voice that seemed strangely detached. "Yes, oh please yes." The older woman shifted and brought both hands to the sides of Michelle's face. A tender warmth filled her face as she drew the girl closer and kissed her. Gently at first, their lips barely touching. Then harder a second time, her more experienced tongue finding Michelle's. "Are you sure?" Samantha asked. Michelle just nodded yes, unable to catch her breath long enough to repeat her plea. A third and fourth kiss followed, moving down the length of her neck as Samantha loosened the back of Michelle's dress and undid the hidden bra beneath it. "They're not very big I'm afraid," Michelle said a little ashamed as the cups gave way to reveal small wads of tissue paper. "Nonsense," Samantha said as her kisses continued down to the girls breasts. "They're beautiful." Michelle closed her eyes in estacy as the older woman's tongue found her nipple and her mouth closed on it, sucking it ever so gently. So different from the rough biting Bobby had always given her. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Michelle said to herself. "But it feels too good to stop." Moving to the other breast, Samantha continued to play with the first with her free hand. Fire ripped through Michelle as she struggled to get out of her dress, yet at the same time nit break contact with Samantha's wonderful mouth. "Please, let me do the same with yours...." Michelle moaned with pleasure. Samantha brought her head back up and kissed the girl again, this time it was short but just as sweet. Sitting upward she reached behind her neck and undid the straps of her dress and allowed it to fall free, revealing only the barest of white lace to contain her breasts. Michelle reached out and ran her hand across the lace covered mounds, the feeling was more than electric. Undoing the clasp in front, she let them burst forth. Unable to control her excitement, Michelle surged forward and buried her face between them, kissing them as fast as she could. Samantha could only laugh as she wrapped her arms around her and hugged her. "Take it easy, my little love. We have plenty of time and the best is yet to come." Giving the younger girl a few minutes to spend her enthusiasm, Samantha motioned for them to get out of the car. Removing a large blanket from the truck, she spread it out on the grass and reached out for Michelle to join her on it. Laying Michelle out alongside her, Samantha removed the girls panties. Running her fingers across the small pubic patch, she ran her tongue across the edge of her mouth. "Like I said, the best is yet to come." Removing her own panties, she returned her attention to the small breasts of her new playmate. This time following the folds of her body to what Michelle still thought of as her precious pearl. Only this time she was giving it to someone else. Reaching the pearl, she parted the lips and darted her tongue inside. The waves of pleasure Michelle felt suddenly doubled, causing her to moan once more. The harder Samantha moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated. "Oh God!" Michelle shouted. "I didn't think you could ever feel so good!" Faster and faster the waves washed over her, each bringing her closer to an explosion of delight. tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy each second. With a yell, Michelle climaxed as she had never done before, be it by her own hand or Bobby's clumsy attempts. Her small body shook for endless seconds as she took in every aspect of her rapture. Finally covered with sweat she stopped and tried to catch her breath. Samantha gently ran her hand across the side of her face, then leaned down and kissed her. This time it was both long and gentle. "I don't think I could every make you feel as good as you just made me feel." Michelle said breathlessly. "Don't worry my love," Samantha said. "You have plenty to time to learn, the summer is just beginning." "I guess I did loose my pearl tonight after all." Michelle said with a smile. "Though not exactly in the way I planned." She leaned forward and kissed Samantha with all the passion in her body, holding her tight long after the kiss ended. It was going to be a long interesting summer for both. Sandy Part I By Ann Douglas "Hold the door!" Sandy yelled as she sprinted the last twenty feet to the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's waiting area.. With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it through, much to the disappointment of the deck hand who got his kicks closing the door in people's faces. Had she missed it, it would be a long hour's wait until the next Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had she cleared the boarding ramp when it began to rise, freeing the Staten Island Ferryboat Alice Austin to begin her journey across New York Harbor. Taking the late night boat was only one of the problems Sandy Carradine had encountered since going on her firms four to twelve shift about five weeks before. Over a month and she still couldn't get into sleeping during the day. In fact, the fact that the school bus for the local Junior High School was located right in front of her small apartment house guaranteed that she would wake up to the sound of two dozen teenagers beneath her bedroom window every morning at 7:00. Dropping her large carry bag onto one of the hard plastic seats, Sandy dropped exhausted into another. It had been another hot and humid August day and the night had brought little relief. The small Ferry was pretty empty this time of night, relatively speaking. At least it was a far cry was the two thousand or so who took the early morning Ferry ride she had been used to. "Damn Betty Palmer for getting pregnant!" Sandy said under her breath. "It's her fault that I'm on this stupid shift again." Six weeks ago, Sandy had been summoned to her supervisor's office and told that since Betty was taking early maternity leave, she would have to replace her as the night shift supervisor. The twenty five year old had protested that she had only come off the night shift six months before. Therefore it wasn't fair that she be sent back. That if anything, Steve Liebowitz, the new intern who would eventually replace Betty on nights when her four month tour was over, should just take over a little early. The reply that she had gotten was that with Betty's sudden departure, they felt it would be better to have an experienced hand at the helm so to speak. Liebowitz just wasn't ready for all that responsibility. Fighting back her anger, Sandy had to resist the sudden urge she had to tell them what she would like to do with her experienced hand. So for the last month, Sandy had rearranged her life to fit the new work schedule. With a few bumps along the way, she had finally settled into a more or less even routine. The only really great problem now was her boyfriend, Peter Ryan. Sandy had been dating Peter for about three months. They had met through Jim Anderson, a mutual friend, at a birthday party for his wife. Sandy was instantly taken by his rugged good looks and electric personality. Six years older, Peter had looked into her deep blue eyes and asked her out less than five minutes after they'd been introduced. When they had gone out to dinner a few nights later, it took all the former Catholic High School girl's self control, not to jump into bed with him at the very first opportunity. Instead she congratulated herself on her self-control and jumped into the sack on their second date. That was where their newfound relationship hit its first speed bump. Peter Ryan may have been, tall, handsome, athletic, and incredibly charming, but astonishingly as it seemed, the man was absolutely boring in bed. Never in her life had Sandy spent the night with a lover so unimaginative. Oh, he wasn't a virgin, and he did manage to get the job done. Yet she sometimes wondered of his previous lovers had been some kind of cross between Mary Poppins and Snow White. Whenever she had suggested they try something a little interesting to spice up the night a little, he quickly backed off the idea. One night he had freaked when she had slid her cum-lubricated finger into his ass during a round of some pretty serious screwing. He nearly jumped out of bed and yelled at her for even trying such a thing. That was something that only "faggot's" did he had insisted. Try as she could, she'd been unable to regain his interest or erection that night. Now it had been almost three weeks since they had slept together and Sandy couldn't wait until Saturday night. That was the only day of the week they could still see each other, and Peter had canceled out the last two weekends due to sudden emergencies. He made no secret of the fact that he was totally unhappy with the new arrangements, and Sandy wondered if he had canceled their last two dates just out of spite. She remembered the anger in his voice when he had told her when she talked to him last. "It's not my fault that we only have one night a week that we can go out. If you want to spend more time together than you'll just have to find a way to make the time." Sandy had been incredibly angry as she slammed down the phone. What did he expect her to do --- quit her job? Pushing the angry memory to the back of her mind, Sandy began to look about the small cabin and take note of her fellow passengers. It was a little game she sometimes played, a way to kill time on the twenty minute ride when she didn't feel like reading. She would pick out a person at random, and try to make up a story about their sex life. It was a silly game really, but it was fun sometimes. Of course, during the daytime she had a lot more interesting people to choose from. Her selection finally narrowed down to an cleaning lady who looked like those old Russian woman you always saw in the movies and a tall Hispanic woman in a crisp white nurse's uniform. Feeling a little naughty in her imagination tonight, it had after all been so long since she'd be laid - she picked the nurse. The woman looked to be about twenty-two or three, with olive skin. Her hair was a soft reddish brown, highlighted with gold. The buttons of her starched uniform were opened exceeding low, revealing a more than ample bosom. Sandy wondered if she normally wore it that way or had just opened it due to the dreadful heat. Following her gaze downward, Sandy noted the long slender legs the seemed to go on and on. It was hard to judge her height from a sitting position, but Sandy guessed it to be about five foot nine. She must work at a hospital, Sandy thought, or be a private nurse who covers a late shift for someone. A wicked smile came to the office manager's face as she imagined the nurse giving some dirty old man some tender loving care. She tried to imagine the body under the starched whites, wondering how she made love to a man. Was it any different? There had been three Puerto Rican girls in her high school class but Sandy hadn't been friends with any of them. There were a number of Hispanic men and women who worked for the firm, four on her night shift alone. But Sandy had always had to deal with them in a supervisor/employee role and such a relationship didn't easily lend to friendship. Eventually, the boat docked at Saint George and Sandy followed the small crowd through the terminal to catch the next train southward. She'd passed the Nurse on the way out but didn't give her a second glance. After all, the game was over and she had to be sure and not miss her ride. Like the Ferry, the SIRT only ran once an hour after midnight. If she had noticed the woman in white, she'd have seen the small smile on her red lips. Sandy's little game hadn't gone unnoticed. Part II The next day was Tuesday, and it was a day pretty much like any other. Sandy had tried to call Peter several times but was always catching him in conference or out. She knew he was avoiding her, forcing her to decide between him or her job. Well she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She'd teach him to take her for granted. Wait until they went out on Saturday night. Even if she had to tie him down to do it, Sandy was determined to give him the fuck of his life. After that, lets see him ignore her. After all, she remembered, at first he really wasn't keen on the idea of her going down on him. Yet after only a single demonstration, he quickly became a convert to the idea. The night passed rather quickly and midnight soon came. Taking up an offer for a lift to the South Ferry Terminal, Sandy had no trouble making the twelve-thirty boat. As was her custom, she took her usual seat in the rear right section of the boat. It was funny, she thought how people always seem to go to the same seats night after night, even when there was so many empty seats. In fact, since most of the people around her were the same night after night, she usually looked for the outsider to be the player in her game. Bypassing the familiar faces, Sandy's sights stopped for a moment on a tall olive skinned woman in a security guard's uniform. "Now there's a lousy job to have," Sandy said to herself. "Long hours, minimum wage." Discounting her as a player, Sandy's imaginary scope moved on. After all, why pick the same type of person two nights in a row. Finding no one that struck her immediate interest, the blonde was surveying the choices a second time when she took a longer look at the security guard. "She's the nurse!" Sandy exclaimed to herself. "The hair is black now and in a braid, but that's the same woman. I'm sure of it. How could she be a nurse one day and a security guard the next?" Determined to get a closer look to be sure, Sandy waited until the Ferry began to get close to port and people began to line up at the front of the boat. That was another thing she had never understood. Why with only about a hundred people onboard, a line would still form at the gangway before they even docked. Whatever the reason, it gave her an excuse to take a closer look at this mystery woman. Pausing at the row just in front of the woman, Sandy leaned on an empty row of plastic seats as if to steady her balance. Taking a long, hard look, she confirmed it was indeed the same woman who had worn the nurse's whites the night before. Right down to the bright red lipstick and the open buttons on her blouse. After a few seconds, the woman looked up from her newspaper and smiled at Sandy. Embarrassed at being caught staring, the blonde haired woman quickly and wordlessly moved to the front of the boat. The next day, Sandy couldn't get the strange woman out of her thoughts. This was a much more exciting game than she was used to playing. Would she be back on the Ferry tonight, if so, how would she be dressed...and why? The hours seemed to go so slow and as midnight approached they seemed to go even slower. Finally, the night was over and she rushed out the door. When her ride to the terminal got stuck behind a bus, Sandy watched the minutes click off on the dashboard clock and as twelve twenty approached, she was sure she'd missed her boat. Rushing up the escalator, Sandy reached the top just in time to see the sliding access door close to only a one foot opening. She had missed it. Suddenly the door stopped and began to side back open. Pushing it was a different younger deckhand. "Hurry up." He yelled. "You can still make it." As she dashed inside, Sandy paused just long enough to smile at the deckhand and say thank you. Between the humidity and the rapid beating of her heart, she was covered with sweat and out of breath by the time she took her seat. It took no effort to locate her mystery woman, she had moved to a new seat only a few rows in front of Sandy as if she wanted to be seen. It seemed as if she was now an equal player in the game, but what was the game and what were the rules? As on the previous two nights, the woman now projected a totally new image. She wore a bright blue business suit with a matching skirt. Her buttons were firmly closed this time, her top button covered by a small cloth tie. Her hair was still black but now long and tied tightly into a bun. If she had to pick an occupation for the woman, Sandy's first choice would be a librarian. This time, Sandy didn't approach the woman. In fact, she waited until the boat docked and the "librarian" exited first. All during the ride home on the train, Sandy couldn't contain her excitement. This was exciting - who would she be tomorrow? Thursday passed in a blur. All Sandy could think about was the Ferry trip home. Peter had called and left messages for her on her voice mail but she was in no rush to return his calls. Let him wait a while and see how he likes it. Finally as eleven-thirty struck, Sandy did something she had never done before - she left work early. She just couldn't take the chance she would miss the twelve thirty Ferry. It had been a slow night and after making sure that everything that had to be done was done, she left the office in the hands of her assistant. Reaching the terminal about midnight, Sandy carefully scanned the crowd gathered in the large waiting area. There was no sign of her. The sliding access door soon opened and the small crowd surged inside. Checking her watch, Sandy took a position right at the door and waited until the last possible moment to board. So absorbed was she in looking for her quarry that she didn't even notice that the door had begun to close. "Hey lady, are you coming or what?" Called out the deckhand, rousing Sandy from her trance. Without a word, she ran up the corridor and onto the Ferry. Taking her usual seat, she stared out the window into the night sky. Watching the tiny lights spread across the harbor, Sandy felt a little let down. The game had been fun and a lot more interesting than it usually was. She was sorry to see it end. "Maybe I just missed her?" She said to herself. "Maybe she was dressed in such a way that I didn't recognize?" That thought in mind, Sandy rose to her feet and began to walk the length of the small Ferry. After her second circuit and an inspection of every passenger aboard, for all Sandy knew she could be dressed like a man tonight, she finally had to admit defeat. The boat docked soon after and a slightly dejected woman walked to the waiting train. The next day, Friday, seemed to be the worst day of the summer. The mercury never dropped below 98 the entire day and the setting of the sun beneath the horizon brought no real relief. Nothing had gone right that day for Sandy. A short blackout in her area had put an end to the air conditioner, driving her totally up the wall. Inside her small apartment the temperature soared over a hundred. Her attempts to contact Peter had hit a stone wall. As far as she knew, they were still on for tomorrow, but he was being a real prick about returning her calls. She would show him she thought, wait until I get him into bed. Maybe I'll bring him right to the brink and then suddenly get a headache. That'll show him not to play these games. That she was equally guilty never occurred to her. Part III During the dinner break that night, Sandy mentioned the strange woman on the Ferry to a few of her friends. She left out the part about her little fantasy game of course, just mentioning how she had seen this woman dressed up a different way each evening. Each of the people at her table had a different idea of why the woman was dressing up like that. Sandy listened with interest at each suggestion. "A lot of people have both a day and night job, maybe she just has a lot of different part time jobs." Suggested Kathy Davis. "I thought about that," Sandy replied as she nibbled at her salad. "I could match up her being a nurse and then some other kind of professional the night she wore the suit, but somehow being a by the hour security guard didn't really fit in." "I'll bet she's an actress." Mary Jane Sullivan suggested. "You know they sometimes really try to get into a character when they're trying out for a role. Maybe she's just attending a lot of auditions." "That's a good idea, I hadn't really considered that one." Sandy said. "But wouldn't most auditions be held during the day?" Mary Jane thought about it for a second then nodded in agreement. She hadn't thought of that. "There's another possibility that you ladies have overlooked." Said Timmy O'Brien, the only man in their little quartet. "She could be a hooker." "A hooker?" Sandy repeated in surprise. "Yeh, think about it." Timmy continued. "A lot of guys are into that role-playing scene. Maybe she gets a turn-on wearing her outfit of the night home." "Speaking from experience are we?" Kathy quipped with a sly smile. "Or maybe she just doesn't have time to change since she has to catch the 12:30 Ferry just like Sandy does." Mary Jane interjected. "I don't know." Sandy mused. "Well no matter the reason, she wasn't on last nights boat so I guess she was lucky enough to get off the night shift. Something none of else will ever do if we don' get back to work." With a serious of faked moans and groans, her three dinner partners rose from the table and returned to their jobs. The last to leave the table, Sandy gave the mystery one last thought before turning her mind back to the work at hand. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and it wasn't long before Sandy was saying her goodnights. As she stepped out of her friends air conditioned car at the Whitehall Street entrance to the Ferry Terminal, Sandy was engulfed by the wall of heat and humidity she stepped into. "Please let it rain soon." She said to herself as she looked up into the lightly clouded sky. "Or at least let the air conditioning be back on when I get home." She substituted as she shuddered at the thought of trying to fall asleep in this inferno. The weekend was the only time that she was able to sleep late, but in this heat, sleep would be next to impossible. Friday nights there seemed to be less people on the late Ferry. Most people must leave early to get a jump on the weekend. By the time Sandy dropped into her regular seat, her blue blouse was already wet with perspiration and sticking to her skin. Every window on the boat was wide open but even the breeze was warm. In vain she had looked for an outside seat but quickly found them already occupied. Producing that day's copy of the Advance from her bag, Sandy began to read. Absorbed in her reading, she didn't immediately notice that someone had sat down directly opposite her. This was unusual enough as the interior cabin of the boat was almost ninety percent empty, most of the passengers choosing to sit outside. As she turned the page she became aware of the other person. When she lowered the paper to take a look, it was all Sandy could do not to drop the paper in surprise. Sitting not four feet away, was Sandy's mystery woman. Sandy's mouth hung open as she took in the image before her. Gone were the professional outfits, or even the blue collar security guard's uniform. The only job description that her current outfit could fit was that of a 42nd Street Streetwalker. Her hair was now a bright and curly blonde, a color so unnatural that Sandy was sure that it was a wig. Her lips were full and red, and the small stud earrings she had worn on previous occasions were now replaced by wide gold hoops. Her large 38 inch breasts were barely contained by the red bikini top she wore. In fact, the points of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. Her blue pants were cut so short that if Sandy was sure that if she looked closely, she would see a few loose pubic hairs sticking out of the edges. The woman just seemed to smile at Sandy, then ignored her completely. Sandy tried to go back to her paper, but was unable to stop stealing glances. With an eerie fascination, she watched as droplets of sweat formed between the woman's breasts and ran down her stomach and disappeared beneath the material of her oh so short pants. Sandy had never been attracted to other women, but couldn't take her eyes away. She could feel a familiar wetness between her legs and was lying to herself when she blamed it on the humidity. The olive skinned woman just radiated sexuality, a raw unbridled lust that hit Sandy full force. The tingling between her legs grew so strong that Sandy wished she was already home so she could find some relief. Instead she sat there with her paper, trying hard not to show the arousal sweeping within her. The scantily clad woman just continued to smile thought out, she knew the effect she was having on Sandy. She was now in control of the game and found immense pleasure in hitting all the right buttons to drive Sandy to distraction. Finally she looked right into Sandy's bright blue eyes and seemed to capture her soul. Her tongue glided sensuously across her full red lips as she brought a hand up and ran her long fingernails down the crevice between her tanned mounds. Sandy was no longer making any attempt to disguise her interest. Wiping the sweat from her breasts, the woman brought her index finger up to her mouth and slowly licked it clean. "Any more of this and I'm going to cum right here in my panties." Sandy thought as she watched the woman cup her other breast with her free hand. "I can't believe I'm getting this turned on by another woman." Then, abruptly, the woman stopped her caressing of her breasts and rose from her seat and headed for the front of the boat. It was only then that Sandy realized that they had docked and most of the people had already left. Grabbing her bag from the floor, Sandy began to quickly follow the woman off the boat. Her steps propelled by a strange mixture of both fear and excitement. Part IV Following the last of the crowd into the St. George Terminal, Sandy could see people ahead of her make the right turn that led to the train and the various buses. To her surprise, the object of her interest turned instead to the left and disappeared into a closed off accessway. For a long minute, Sandy stood at the junction as the last of the other passengers disappeared from sight ahead of her. Finally overwhelmed with curiosity, she carefully began to follow the "streetwalker" down the corridor. About thirty yards down, the causeway again branched off to the left and Sandy stopped dead at the corner. As she peeked around the wall's edge, she had to bit down on her lip to keep from making a sound. There, about ten feet away, stood one of the deckhands from the Ferry she had just exited. His back was to her so she couldn't see his face. What she could see all too clearly was the mystery lady from the Ferry on her knees in front of the man. Her position and the motion of her head couldn't be mistaken for any activity other the obvious. >From her vantage point, Sandy could tell that the dark clad man was already near to climax. He was either incredibly horny or she was one talented cocksucker to bring him off so quickly. Sure enough, Sandy heard a loud gasp from the man as he exploded into the woman's mouth. Sandy watched for a few more seconds as the tall hooker, she couldn't think of her any other way right now, withdrew his cum covered cock from her mouth and proceeded to lick him clean. Suddenly aware that she could be caught, Sandy began to quickly and quietly retrace her steps. She'd gotten halfway down the dimly lit corridor when she heard the man turning the corner. Quickly she ducked into a small doorway covered in shadow. She held her breath as she watched him pass. no sooner did he turn the corner, Sandy heard the hooker's footsteps coming from behind her. Again trying to blend into the darkness, Sandy waited until she had been passed by. The hooker stopped abruptly, just out of Sandy's line of sight. Sandy's heart was racing like a triphammer as she heard the soft footsteps suddenly stop. "I hope you enjoyed the show." The hooker suddenly said. "Oh God, she knows I'm here!" Sandy cried out in her mind. "Come on out, I don't bite." The Puerto Rican woman said. "Unless of course you're into that sort of thing." Stepping out of the shadows, Sandy blushed bright red with embarrassment. "I figured you'd follow." The tall woman continued. "I could see how hot you were getting back on the boat." Before Sandy could answer, the woman stepped forward and slid her hand under Sandy's skirt and into her panties. "I knew it," She exclaimed. "You're dripping wet." The sudden thrill as she felt this strange hand caress her pussy caused Sandy to freeze in her tracks. Again the potent combination of fear and excitement took hold of her body. Before she could respond to the surge of mixed emotions, the hooker pressed her against the cool tile wall. Opening her mouth to protest, Sandy felt the softness of another woman's lips pressed against her own for the first time in her life. This was immediately followed by the wetness of a tongue as it invaded her mouth. The taste was tangy and familiar, and it took a second for Sandy to comprehend that what she was tasting was the last traces of the deckhand's cum. Drawing her attention away from the erotic kiss was the sudden penetration of her wet mound by one of the woman's long slender fingers. With a rapid motion, she slid first one, then a second, deep into Sandy. Then she withdrew them as quickly as they had entered, only to quickly replace them. The frantic friction against her clit sent ripples though her body. She barely noticed the soft caress of the woman's tongue which had now moved to her neck. It wasn't until she felt a sudden tweak of pain that she became aware that the woman's other hand had slid beneath her blouse and now cupped one of her naked breasts. All that she cared about was the rising crest that was building between her legs and the eruption it foretold. Then, barely a few minutes after she had started, the mystery woman felt Sandy's body quiver, then tremble as she slipped over the crest into a powerful orgasm. Pulling Sandy tight against her, she kissed her once again, this time finding no resistance to her tongue. Her fingers buried themselves deep within her as she squeezed hard on her soft white breast. Sandy lost all sensation of time as she dropped into a bottomless pool of delight. All she cared about at that moment was that she wished that it would never end. That this incredible feeling had been initiated by another woman was the furthest concern in her mind. But eventually it did end and Sandy's attention returned back to her situation. The woman withdrew her fingers from within Sandy and from under her blouse. She stepped back and took a good look at Sandy's now disorganized appearance. Her blouse was now hanging open, with one breast exposed. Bright red lipstick marks covered her mouth and neck. While her blue skirt now covered the cum soaked panties, the strong fragrance of girlcum told the tale. "I knew you'd get into this." The hooker said. "I saw you checking me out the other night when I had that nurse outfit on. After I saw you search the boat for me last night I knew that you'd follow me tonight." "You were on the boat yesterday?" Sandy gasped as she tried to control her breathing. "But I looked everywhere." "No, you only check were passenger's are supposed to go. I was nice and cool in the crew's cabin. It's amazing what a little promise of a blow job can get you." Sandy then realized that it was the delivery of that promise that she had witnessed. Even now she found it exciting. More so was the idea that she had cum at the hands of another woman. Sandy watched in erotic fascination as the woman brought her cum covered fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, just as she had licked the deckhand's cock. "Mmmm." She purred. "I figured a fine lady like yourself would have a good taste." Reaching into her small purse, the woman withdrew a small card and slid it into the straps of Sandy's exposed bra. She leaned forward and kissed her again, this time it was lightly and quick. "If you ever want to find out what it would really be like, give me a call." She said with a smile. "In fact, for a pretty white girl like you, I'd do it for free." With that she turned and headed down the corridor. Sandy watched the sway of her tight ass until she disappeared from view. Taking the card from her bra, she moved over to the light to read it. It read: Creative Illusions - Bringing Fantasy To Life. 24 hrs 7 days, 555-1034. In the lower right corner of the card was a name - Jasmine. A sudden thunderclap brought Sandy back to reality. It was finally going to rain. After spending a few frantic minutes getting herself as presentable as possible, Sandy raced down the hall to try and catch the train. This time she was too late. Standing on the empty platform, feeling the wetness of the welcome rain as it splashed down from the small overheads, Sandy decided she didn't mind waiting for the next train just this once. She lifted the card so she could read it one last time. Her hand was over the trash when she changed her mind about tossing it. It would make a nice souvenir of her little adventure. Not that she could ever tell Peter or anyone else about it - they just wouldn't understand. Part V It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She hadn't gotten home until almost 3 AM. The whole experience last night seemed like a dream. It was only the small white card sitting atop a pair of stained panties on her night table that testified to the events actually having happened. Still that was yesterday, and she had the little matter of straightening out her relationship with Peter to attend to today. Jumping out of bed, she jumped into the shower and washed the remnants of last nights adventure down the drain. She would have to hurry if she wanted to make her one o'clock appointment at the beauty salon. Thankfully she had scheduled it a week ago, before the fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her closet was a new dress she'd been saving for a special occasion. Peter was going to get it both barrels tonight. Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as the beautician performed her magic. She had every facet of tonight's date planned. By the end of the night, Peter would be on his knees apologizing. The thought of Peter on his knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends had told her about a special service that was offered at this particular salon. You wouldn't find it posted on any of the walls, but if you asked, it was available. "My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have here. A special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the beautician who's name tag read Lucy. "Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied. If you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done out here." Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room propped up on a table much like that used by her gynecologist, right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her legs was Lucy, who was carefully using a small pair of scissors and a straight razor to trim her pubic hair. By the time she was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now only an eight of an inch in length and had been crafted into the shape of a heart. Peter had been reluctant to going down on her before, but after she was finished with him tonight, he'd be more than happy with the proper instruction on the way to her heart. After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set she could find. In her mind's eye she could just see herself standing before Peter in them. "Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand a chance." A few more stops at the grocery, the video store and the dry cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash away the days sweat. Even with the early morning rain, the temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties. Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy couldn't help but caress herself. She was so horny. One hand played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy. How different Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A large share of what made it so exciting was that for the most part it had been unplanned and out of her control. Never could she have planned to have had a sexual encounter with another woman, she just didn't have the nerve. Yet like any kind of sex, she had always been told that once you tried something the first time, it was always easier to try it a second. The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she hadn't heard the phone ring the first few times. As she shut off the water she heard the last ring before it was picked up by the answering machine. Her first impulse was to race and pick it up before the caller hung up. After all, it might be Peter. Then the image of her running naked through the apartment only to find a dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No, let the machine answer it, that's what it was there for. She's call back whoever it was when she finished with her toilet. Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty minutes finishing up. Her teeth were as white as after a trip to the dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in all the right places completed the ritual. She was ready. Donning the newly purchased bra and panties, Sandy took a long look at herself in the bathroom doors full length mirror. Her reflection returned her smile as she struck a pose. "Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no denying it. You are a babe!" Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was already 6:40. That gave her almost an hour before Peter would be by to pick her up. Plenty of time. The flashing light on the answering machine caught her attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress. In her self admiration she had almost forgotten about the shower call. Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her face turned a bright crimson and her expression went from satisfaction to outrage. "Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I won't be there tonight. I tried calling you earlier but got the machine and really wanted to tell you myself. As soon as you can give me a call, there's something we have to discuss." "That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a receiver being picked up on the other end. "Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice. "Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion. Had she gotten a wrong number? That had never happened before using the autodial. "Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman. "Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been connected to the wrong party. "Oh, he's.....I mean, hold on a minute will you." Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither was clear enough to understand. "Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter Ryan. Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's mother had always told her. This time it was too late, she was already up to two hundred. "Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered. "Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle this differently." "Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly hostile tone. "Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially at this point." Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So I guess I just have to say that its not going to work out between us. I'm sorry, but that's the cold honest truth." "What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless. "I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry it couldn't have ended differently." Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead line. "That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she hit the redial. After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If anything, the message just pushed her further over the edge. "Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a message after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as possible." As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name Madeline Jakes. She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year before he'd met her. They had broken up a month before Peter had attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back in and was getting all the benefits. She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after the beep. They'd simply hit the delete button and never even pay attention to it. By tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new number. Part VI For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at the phone in her lap. The shadows in her apartment grew longer as the light of the setting sun slowly faded from her window. With the coming of the cool darkness, the temperature dropped a little more and for the first time in almost ten days was almost bearable. A good thing too because the power surge that had caused the blackout yesterday had knocked out her buildings 220 line and along with it the air conditioner. The building manager had posted a notice in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it would be Monday before it was fixed. Sandy hadn't really given it any notice before, figuring she would be spending the night at Peter's condo. Now she would be stuck here with no AC. At least since she was on the fourth floor she could sleep with the windows open. "Well no sense in sitting here crying." Sandy said out loud. "Might as well make something to eat and see what's on the cable." Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted all of ten seconds. At least the pick could've broken up with her during the week. Then at least she could've set up a date for tonight. It didn't have to be anyone special. Just a guy she could have a few laughs with and take care of her needs. As her anger subsided, she was reminded how horny she'd been the last few weeks. "Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She mused to herself. That was the cable's soft core movie channel. Once in a while she liked a good adult film. They weren't as good as the hard core videos she could rent near her office in Manhattan but they sometimes would have to do. A quick dinner followed, and soon she found herself sitting on the loveseat with a pint of Haagen-Dazs between her legs. Not exactly what she had planned to have there by this time. She had to admit to herself, sitting in the dark, watching a 3rd rate movie on HBO was a pretty pathetic Saturday night for an attractive single twenty- five year old. The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed off for about an hour. When she awoke, the clock had just chimed 11:00. Not having gotten up until almost noon and having just had a nap, she knew it was going to be next to impossible to get to sleep anytime soon. Well at least she could change into something more comfortable. Five minutes later she was back in the blacked out living room dressed in just a t shirt. It was still too hot to wear anything more. She was about to turn the television on again when she noticed some movement from the apartment across from her that caught her attention. Like her own apartment, 4b had all its windows wide open due to the lack of air conditioning. With all her lights off, Sandy was almost invisible as she stood just a foot away from the window and looked into the brightly lit studio apartment less than ten yards away. There, for the second time in as many nights, Sandy was presented with the sight of a woman performing the act of fellatio. The apartment across the way belonged to Linda DeCarlo, a divorcee in her mid-forties. Sandy had met her a few times, but had never had a conversation longer than hello, how's it going and so on. At the moment, Mrs. DeCarlo was stark naked straddling an equally naked man atop a pulled out sofa bed. Sandy watched with envy as the man's long cock disappeared into Linda's eager mouth. Shifting her attention to her other end to get a better look at the man, Sandy was disappointed to find his face buried between Linda's legs. Annoyed that she couldn't see his face, and more importantly that he wasn't over in her own apartment with his tongue between her legs like she had planned Peter to be. Watching the two of them go at it, coupled with the memory of all the things she had planned for Peter that night brought the familiar wetness once more between her legs. This time there was nothing to prevent her from satisfying herself. She spread her legs and slid her left hand between her them. Then with a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself. With her right hand she reached up under her shirt and began to play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch. After a few minutes, she began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her womanhood. It really wasn't want she had wanted, but it was a lot better than some stale movie. Finally satisfied that both of them were lubricated and ready, the couple shifted positions giving Sandy her first real good look at her live entertainers. Linda's body was no surprise, it was exactly what she had expected it to be. A woman in her mid-forties, slightly overweight, not particularly attractive in Sandy's opinion. Her curly red hair obviously came from a bottle. In fact, her only asset seamed to be a pair of very large and full breasts. They sagged somewhat, one of the reasons Sandy had always preferred her own compact but firm bust. But many men liked large boobs as they liked to refer to them. It was when the man came into view that Sandy actually was surprised. He had to be about thirty two, a good ten years or better younger than Linda. He wasn't a great looker, certainly not a hunk like Peter, but still he wasn't someone Sandy would've kicked out of her bed. But the problem was that he wasn't in her bed, he was in Linda's. Sandy's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she watched Linda position herself on all fours and the younger man situate himself behind her. It was lucky that they now presented a side view with their gaze directed on the apartments side wall because Sandy had so quickly become lost in her self-pleasuring that she was no longer making any attempt to hide herself. A sigh escaped Sandy's lips as she watched the man take a firm grip on Linda's ass and enter her gray tinged cunt from the rear. With powerful strokes he began to thrust forward and back, sending her slightly flabby body jerking in the direction of each lunge. If he hadn't maintained such a firm grim on her legs, Sandy was sure he would've sent Linda flying off the bed. With both windows open, Sandy could hear Linda calling out for him to go harder and faster, a request he seemed more than happy to respond to. Also in response, the blonde voyeur increased her own ministrations, causing her fingers to rub against her now soaked mound with an animalistic frenzy. Her breath was coming in small gasps now as her sweat covered body shook with anticipation. She was close, she knew it, but as much as she wanted to climax she wanted to do it simultaneously with the man across from her. Oh she wanted to be fucked so badly. If only she hadn't lost her overnight bag on the flight to Boston last month. When she had filled out the contents list for the Airline, she couldn't bring herself to list the vibrator that had been lost within it. "Fuck me baby!" She heard Linda call out. "Fuck Mama good!" Linda's huge tits bounced back and forth with each forward thrust as she slammed her bottom against her lover's balls. She was so deep in the rapture of passion that she no longer cared who heard her. Her orgasm overcame her with another potent thrust and she nearly screamed. He slammed into her one last time and held her tightly as he filled her with his hot seed. Across the way, Sandy rammed nearly four fingers deep into herself, triggering her own climatic detonation. Her legs turned weak beneath her as she dropped against the wall for support. It was rare that she gushed, but her hand was covered with the juices of her labors. Cold sweat ran down her now naked body and she had to concentrate on regaining her breath. Staggering across the room, she dropped into her padded love seat. Across the alleyway, Linda and her man had collapsed upon each other. Both showed the effort that had gone into their lovemaking. A large mixed pool of boy and girl cum stained the sheets and they were both too exhausted to even break contact. Laying there totally drained, they held each other and soon drifted off the sleep. Part VII Sandy also felt exhausted, but sleep was still denied her. She had just had her second body quaking orgasm in less than a day, but she still found herself wanting. As intense as watching the couple across the way had been, it still didn't equal the excitement she had felt at Jasmine's hand that morning. She needed a partner, someone to guide her to what she was sure would be the most incendiary eruption yet. The idea of heading out to a local bar and finding a man entered her mind for a few moments. Then it was quickly discarded, there was no guarantee that the man would be the lover she craved. After all, look at how disappointing Peter at been in bed at first. Nor could she simply call up any of the other men she knew. Some of them were really great in bed whatever their other faults, but she just couldn't let it be known that she had gone begging for sex. Then the most outlandish idea of all popped into her head. The card Jasmine had left with her. A few days ago, the concept of lesbian sex never really entered her mind except as a fleeting thought. Now she realized that as much as she craved a hard cock deep inside her, even that would pale when weighed against the forbidden fruit she had only tasted this morning. She had always known she had a secret submissive streak, but had never had a lover she could let herself go with. Too often it would spill over into other aspects of the relationship. Yet during those few minutes in that dark corridor, she had been able to totally give in, because the sex was all there was. "Yes," She exclaimed as she jumped up with excitement. "I'll do it." Running into the bedroom, she grabbed the business card and reached for the phone extension. Pausing a moment to pick up the pair of soiled panties that sat beneath the card, she took a second to smell the still pungent odor of cum that clung to them. The memory of the orgasm that produced it flashed anew in her mind and she began to dial without hesitation. She was now obsessed with the idea. The blonde haired woman could feel her heart beating as the phone rang for the third time. Glancing at the bedside clock she realized that it was nearly 1:00 AM. What if she wasn't there? The card had said 24 hrs, but what if she was already out? In a way, Sandy felt cheated by the thought that she might've been with someone else when she wanted her so much. "Hi, you've reached the answering machine of Jasmine." Said the soft melodious voice that abruptly replaced the ringing tone. "I'm out right now so if you care to leave a message, please do so after the beep." "Damn!" Thought Sandy. "I can't win tonight." Waiting for the beep, Sandy started to formulate a message to leave but hesitated after a few words. What could she say. The possibilities flashed by in a second. "Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the woman you finger fucked this morning...." But what if someone else had access to the machine, someone who didn't know what she did for a living. What if she was married or something? Then the machine beeped and she had to say something. "Err....Hi Jasmine...This is Sandy......from the Ferry...... I was just wondering....I mean....." "Hello,....Sandy!" A live voice suddenly replaced the tape machine. "Jasmine?" Sandy asked excitedly. Just the sound of her live voice was enough to send a tingle between her legs. "I was hoping you'd call, Sandy." She said. "I'd really like to finish what we started." Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was it possible that Jasmine wanted her as much as she wanted Jasmine? "I'd like that." Sandy replied, suddenly not believing that she was actually doing this. "Great, when would you like to come over?" Jasmine asked. "Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't busy now." Sandy replied, certain that if Jasmine said that they would have to wait until another time she would loose her lust driven courage and chicken out. "Well, I was expecting some company...." Jasmine said, letting the idea hang in the air for a few seconds while she considered it. "But, I'm beginning to think he's going to be a no show. Tell you what, give me an hour to get it together and come on over. " "It's not too late or anything is it?" Sandy interjected, her little fears rising and looking for a way out of her impulsiveness. "No, of course not." Jasmine replied. "We're both on night schedules, so this is like early evening for both of us." Sandy agreed, sending her little fears back to the recesses of her mind. She quickly jotted down the address Jasmine gave her, surprised that it was only about ten minutes away. She was about to end the conversation when Jasmine asked one last question. "Sandy, you've seen me come home at night and you know I really get into role playing. Is their anything special you'd like to let me know before hand?" Sandy took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. Over the phone, with a woman who was still a complete stranger to her, Sandy began to reveal her deepest fantasies. Fifty minutes later, Sandy pulled her old '88 Civic up to a private house in the Annadale section. The outside light was still on and the street was deserted. Not that there was usually a great deal of foot traffic in this residential area at this time of night. As she approached the front door, she could hear the hum of the houses central air conditioning, at least it would be cool inside. Her feet were cold and her pussy hot as she reached for the bell. Hitting the chime three times as per her instructions, she waited for an answer. It suddenly occurred to Sandy as she waited that she had no idea what Jasmine actually looked like. In the four times she had seen her on the Ferry, she had always been made up as someone else. The door suddenly opened and a soft voice from behind it told her to step inside. Stepping into the alcove, she could look into the living room and saw that is was decorated in typical middle class style. She started to turn to get her first real look at her hostess but the placement of a soft hand on her shoulder prevented her from fully turning. "Bedroom's right down the hall, make yourself comfortable and I'll be right there." Said the voice. Following the instructions, she entered the bedroom. The room was decorated in pink and white, the centerpiece of which was a large canopy covered bed. A pair of large double glass doors led to a flower filled backyard. Stepping up to the bed, she ran her hand across the cool white metal frame. She'd love to have a bedroom like this, but it really wouldn't fit in her small apartment. "I hope you approve..." came the voice from behind Susan. "It's lovely...." She answered as she began to slowly turn. "I was just surprise to find your house so decorated...I mean...." "That's ok, The soft voice said. "You expected to find an empty room with a mattress tossed on the floor, the sort of thing you see in the movies. That's ok, there was a time that I worked in a place not much different than that. Of course where I work now is a Brownstone on Fifth Ave. That's aside, this is my home, not my place of business." Covering her surprise with small talk, Sandy was stunned by her first real look at Jasmine. Standing about 5'9", she had shiny and straight black hair that was cut short in the front and sides and tapered in the back like a boy's haircut. Her eyes were a soft green and her lips were full and sensual even without lip gloss. Clad in a green silk robe, Sandy could only visualize from memory the body that had been so exposed by the hooker outfit. "I'm so glad that you took me up on my offer." Jasmine said as she stepped over to Sandy and began to carefully unbutton her blouse. "There aren't many people I invite to my house, those are the few that I'd like to have as lovers, not clients." Sandy smiled as the last button opened and her blouse fell away, revealing the red lace bra she had purchased the day before. The material barely covered her small breasts and Jasmine beamed as she ran her fingers across the half exposed nipples. Sandy closed her eyes as Jasmine drew her closer for a kiss. She swooned as she felt her lips against her own, and without looking could tell that she was undoing the clip of her bra. The sudden touch of the chilled air against her now freed breasts caused her nipples to harder even more. She reached up and caressed them, lifting them for Jasmine's approval. Smiling at Sandy's offering, Jasmine replaced the blonde's hands with her own and brought her mouth down to kiss both breasts. She reached out with her tongue and let it run across first one nipple, them another. Opening her mouth wider, she then took the entire nipple inside her and began to suck gently. Part VIII A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness of Jasmine's mouth on her breast. She'd had many men suck at her breasts, but none had ever felt so good. For most of the men she had dated, it was usually just something they had to get out of the way in order to get to their real objective. Few had ever taken to time to explore her breasts and find the most sensitive spots as Jasmine was now doing. Then it occurred to her that Jasmine found those spots so easily because she knew they would most likely be the same as her own. Sandy would have to test that theory when she got her chance at Jasmine's much larger breasts. While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small mounds, the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the white woman's back and under the elastic of her red lace panties. She ran her long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently tickling the small opening to her anus. Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and rubbed against her clit. It took but a second for her to realize that the feel of her cunt was now different. The large bush she had felt a day before was now gone. "What do we have here?" Jasmine asked as she stopped what she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties. She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed blond hair and the heart shape it was now formed into. Looking up at Sandy, she grinned and said. "I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done." Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently nudged her closer to her already wet pussy. "Impatient little bitch aren't we?" Jasmine asked in mock anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging. "Well I can't say as I blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for a good licking." Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she motioned for her to lay back and spread her legs. Once she had a clear view of the dampness already covering the small blonde hairs, Jasmine reached down with her tongue and ran it across the length of her opening. She repeated that a second and third time, each time penetrating just a little deeper. Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes and savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's tongue. Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before, Jasmine seemed to immediately find all the most sensitive spots. Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to center on the core of her sexuality. Spreading Sandy's legs wide, Jasmine buried her face between them, sending waves of delight throughout the smaller woman. Her tongue was already covered by a heavy coating of lubricant and she took a moment to savor the taste. Deep in her own pussy she could feel a deep longing for her touch but she ignored it. There would be plenty of time to attend to her own needs later. Right now she wanted to attend to Sandy first. Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine was caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum. It had been a long time since she'd been with a gusher. In response she pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a little further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a carefully placed finger kept a steady vibration building in her small love button. It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time. Now Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and quickly collected it in her mouth. No sooner had Sandy's body stopped shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full breath of air when Jasmine was upon her. The kiss this time was forceful as her tongue pushed its way between her lips. With it came much of the pussy juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her mouth. It was one of her favorite little tricks, letting a man or woman experience the taste of their own cum. To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she knew, but did women? Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double climax, Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude form. She cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the nipple. "I hope you enjoyed that." She whispered. "Oh I did......." Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken response of her eyes said volumes. "But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?" "I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly replied. "Don't worry love," Jasmine countered with a wicked grin. "That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak. The real entertainment hasn't even started yet." Before Sandy could question the strange statement, Jasmine had shifted herself so that she could reach the top posts of the bed. Sandy heard a soft double click and when she tried to sit up to see what she had done, she was shocked to find that she was now restrained. Lifting one hand so that she could see the leather cuff now wrapped around the wrist, Sandy could see that it was fur lined for comfort and tied with two metal clasps. She had a small freedom of movement, but not much. "Now you'll get to see what it really feels like to have someone else in control." Jasmine declared as she moved down to the base of the bed. "Unless you'd rather stop the game right now and I'll untie you." "No, its ok." The bound woman replied quietly. "Good, I'd have been disappointed if you'd said yes." Jasmine said as she dimmed all the lights in the room except for the track lights around the bed. "You said you wanted to have someone else be in total control. Well this is just part of it. Before we start, let me just tell you that I'm not into pain or injury or anything like that. The real essence of domination is psychological, the cuffs are just a little reminder that you are no longer in control of the situation." "But since you're really not a captive and part of your fantasy may be to act like you don't really want to do the things we're going to do, we need to have a code word. So once the game begins, you can say "no" all you want, and it will be just part of the game. But if you use the code word, the scenario will immediately stop. Lets see, how about "Mickey Mouse", that's not a phrase that's liable to come up in any other context. I think that's an excellent choice for a code word." Sandy thought about her words for a minute. Deep inside her she could feel the same combination of fear and excitement that led her here in the first place. If she backed out now, she would forever wonder what it would have been like. "Ok, Mickey Mouse it is." She answered. "Good," Jasmine answered as she ran her nails across the bottom of Sandy's feet. "Then let the games begin!" Part IX With a flourish, Jasmine dropped the silk robe to the floor. Sandy pulled herself up as high as she could so she could have a good look at her captor. Jasmine now wore a green satin and nylon teddy. The top of which barely covered her 38 inch bust, their wide brown aureole clearly visible through the lacy material. Her long smooth legs were now clad in sheer stocking, held up by a set of garters. In an age of pantyhose, it was something Sandy had never seen another woman wear. Her lace panties had a long opening, allowing easy access to her own tightly trimmed bush. For a moment, Sandy wondered how it would look after it was trimmed by an expert and crafted into a heart. Finishing the outfit was a small strand of white pearls around her neck. "Satisfied?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips and stuck a suggestive pose. "Definitely!" Sandy responded. "Well if you weren't, it would be just too fucking bad, bitch!'' Jasmine abruptly countered as she immediately became a character in Sandy's fantasy. "This outfit is for my enjoyment, not yours" With that she jumped onto the bed and moved to straddle the helpless naked woman beneath her. "It's about time a stuck up cunt like you learned how to eat pussy." Jasmine said as she squatted over Sandy's face. >From just inches away, Sandy could see the light pink skin of Jasmine's sugar walls. They were already coated by a shiny film of girljuice. The taller woman reached down and pulled her lips apart, giving her an even better look. Seconds later, the bright pink walls were pressing against her lips as Jasmine dropped down and pressed her pussy against her powerless captive's mouth. The sensation was overwhelming as Sandy immediately tried to put her tongue to work. To her satisfaction, Jasmine did indeed taste just a little different. The woman on stop began a gentle rocking motion, rubbing her clitoris against Sandy's searching tongue, helping her to find the most sensitive points. Jasmine arched herself backward and braced herself with both arms for support, all the time gyrating her lower body. With every motion she sent the rising waves of passion rippling through her light brown body. "Not bad for a beginner." She said as she rubbed her cunt harder against Sandy's now cum covered face. In truth, Sandy was doing a pretty great job for a beginner. What she lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm. Her tongue darted every which way it could, and although she didn't hit the right spots every time, she hit them often enough to get the job done. Jasmine felt her orgasm about to burst. She could tell that is wasn't going to be a record breaker, but then again she hadn't expected it to be. Sandy soon could feel Jasmine's body shudder as her legs pressed tighter against her face. While she wasn't a gusher as Sandy sometimes was, there was enough of an eruption for Sandy to feel proud of her achievement. Even after her body had stopped shaking and her pulse rate slowed closer to normal, Jasmine continued to slowly slide her now saturated pussy up and down across Sandy's face. She instructed her to lick her clean, a task the older woman seen to greatly enjoy. Sliding her body down so that it was now parallel to Sandy's own, Jasmine took both her large breasts in her hands and began to play with them. She rubbed her fingers across the large pencil eraser sized nipples and signed with satisfaction at he pleasure the act released. "You did pretty good with that tongue, lets give you something else to try it on." She said as she lowered her breasts to where Sandy could reach them. Sandy wasted no time and immediately took as much of the closest nipple into her mouth as she could. Like a babe nursing at her mother's tit, she suckled the nipple sending a pleasing, almost electric feeling through the entire breast. Then she shifted her attention to the second breast, wishing her hands were free that she could play with them as well. Enjoying the attention her neophyte lesbian lover was lavishing on her breasts, Jasmine again shifted her body. Both to give Sandy easier access to her prodigious mounds and to let her still itchy pussy rest against her lover's. Trying to keep her breasts easily accessible, Jasmine began to rotate her pelvic region, pressing her own clitoris up against Sandy's. Both woman quickly felt the added stimulation and Sandy joined the effort. Despite their race to yet another climax, Sandy was unwilling to relinquish her newfound oral fixation, and as their movements began to increase in intensity, Jasmine had to help keep her nipples in reach of the blonde's mouth. Soon their gyrations had become so erratic that keeping breast contact was impossible and Sandy had to reluctantly give up. In return she was treated to her third orgasm of the night, abet a rather little one but better a little one than none at all. Jasmine on the other hand had failed to reach a climax, her own clit needing more stimulation than simple rubbing could provide. Sliding off the bed, she smiled at the tired woman stretched out there. "Had enough yet, cunt?" She leered with a evil grin, still maintaining character. "Yes..." Was Sandy's fatigued reply. "Well that's just too bad," Jasmine responded, taking note that she had failed to use the code words. "Cause I've got one more surprise for you, and I think you're going to love it." Sandy was caught off guard by Jasmine's statement, then she remembered the code words that she was supposed to use. She opened her mouth to say them, but no sound came out. Part of her didn't want it to end. That part of her was all too curious about what could be coming next. "Well even if you don't love it," Jasmine continued. "It really doesn't mean shit, cause I know that I'm going to love it!" With that she disappeared for a few minutes into a connecting bathroom. When she reappeared a few minutes later, she was holding a towel obscuring the view of her body from the waist down. Stepping up to the bed, she stood where Sandy could get a good view and then dropped the towel. "Oh God!" Sandy exclaimed. Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh colored dildo. It was almost twice as big as the vibrator Sandy had lost last month. She had seen pictures of things like that but had never seen one for real. It was like a rubber cock, right down to the fake veins on its sides and the large balls hanging beneath it. "You said it'd been a long time since you had been really fucked," Jasmine said as she lifted the cock in her hand and climbed onto the bed. "What kind of hostess would I be if I let you go home without taking care of that need?" Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz cock at the entrance to Sandy's still damp pussy. She pressed the cockhead up against the moist lips, parting them slightly. "Relax, this isn't going to hurt........" Jasmines said as she eased her toy in slightly and then withdrew it, lubing it up as she did. ".......much." She then sinfully added. A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that she had enough lubricant on the rubber. Then with a firm grip on those pale white legs, she gave her first hard thrust forward, sending four inches up inside her woman. Sliding it back she repeated the exercise, this time watching six inches disappear between Sandy's cunt lips. Another stroke and she would be able to take it all. Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt herself being penetrated. Her hand maintained a tight grip on the straps that held her into place. It was more than she'd ever taken before, but she knew from experience than even though it hurt now, it would soon get better. She could end it all with a word, but that option no longer even occurred to her. By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to pleasure as Jasmine began to really get into a rhythm. Sandy was now actively thrusting her body to meet each incoming lunge. It now felt so good that she couldn't remember the last time a man had fucked her like this. The only think that could make it better was that if it could be made of flesh and blood instead of rubber. By now, Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the intensity of her efforts as she got more and more into the fantasy of being a man taking care of "his" woman. "Untie me!" Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!" Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the quick release on the left cuff. The right one followed a moment later. Her hands now free, Sandy grabbed Jasmine's ass and added her own strength to her thrusts. Pulling her deep inside her as she would a man, it was easy for her to also forget that it wasn't really a man atop her. "Fuck me baby!" Sandy cried out as she felt electric surges rushing up and down her body. "Fill me up, give it to me!" Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air conditioning. Both woman knew that this would be the best yet, and at the same time they both knew that after it they be too wasted to do anymore. Because of that, they almost didn't want to reach the summit. Part X "Well, it looks like while the cat's away, the pussies are gonna play." Said a loud booming voice from the bedroom's doorway. The sudden appearance of a tall black man in the doorway brought both women to an abrupt stop. He stood a little over six feet tall with skin the color of night. The muscles that covered his dark body were clearly outlined by the reflective light of the track lights. He was only wearing a short cut off T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts. The stranger was truly an imposing sight. Sandy's eyes popped open in fear as she began to jump upward, only to be stopped by Jasmine's weight atop of her. "It's ok!" Jasmine quickly said to Sandy as she felt her jump. "That's my boyfriend Jamal, he's the one I was expecting earlier." "Hey, sorry I'm so late Baby," He said as he stepped into the room. "But the truck I was driving tonight broke down and I had to wait for a wrecker." "And I suppose you never thought to telephone?" Jasmine countered. "I did call, three times." He said, "But you've got the answering machine set for the first ring." A sheepish look covered Jasmine's face. She had forgotten she had turned off the ringer on the phone after Sandy had arrived so they wouldn't be interrupted. During this conversation, Sandy just laid there silently, caught up in the unbelievability of the situation. Here she was laying naked in front of this strange black man, while he holds a discussion about answering machines with his hooker girlfriend. Not to mention she had just spent over an hour and a half exploring the nuances of lesbian lust with that girlfriend. Or the fact that she was lying naked on top of her with a strap on dildo between her legs. A dildo that was still halfway up her pussy. "How bout you then," Jamal continued. "You bringing your work home with you these days?" He added as he motioned to indicate Sandy. "This isn't business." Jasmine replied. "It's personal." "Well, well well." Jamal said as he stepped to the edge of the bed. "I have to compliment you on your taste. But then again I always knew you preferred the best. You picked me after all." Both Jamal and Jasmine laughed at that one. "Well as you can see, we were in the middle of something." Jasmine pointed out. "I can see that, and had I only know I'd have been more than happy to have gone straight home." Jamal said as he reached the head of the bed, only a foot away from Sandy's head. "But seeing as I am here, and I did sort of kill the moment for the two of you, maybe I can make it up." "And how would you suggest you do that?" Asked Jasmine. "Well, how bout I give your girlfriend here something better than that piece of rubber to play with?" Came his reply. With that he reached into his gym shorts and pulled out the largest cock Sandy had ever seen. It was as dark as the rest of his body, except for the large head which was a lighter shade of brown. Even in its semi-erect state, it was as big as the dildo that still rested within her. What would it look like when it was fully hard? Turning her gaze from Jamal's huge cock to Jasmine, Sandy was greeted by a look that told her it was up to her if she wanted it. After all, how could she object to her boyfriend joining in the fun after she'd spent the last few hours cheating on him. Yet was it cheating when she did it for money, or only when she did it for fun. Such philosophical questions would have to wait for another day as Sandy turned her attention back to the new treat now only a few inches from her face. Jamal had begun to play with it and with each slow stroke it grew ever harder, and larger. Sandy had never even seen a black man naked before, much less having had been with one. It was another in the long list of forbidden fruits that had been drummed into her by her parents and friends. Yet, in view of all the taboos she'd already broken in the last 48 hours, could one more make any difference? The nearness of Jamal's enlarging manhood overwhelmed her senses. Her eyes focused on the small drop of precum that had appeared at the tip. Her nostrils filled with the pungent odor of his musk. Then not even aware she was doing it, she reached out with her tongue and licked away the sticky drop of precum. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the salty tanginess which had for so long been denied her. Then she reopened both her eyes and her mouth and took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Seeing that Sandy had made up her mind, Jasmine began to continue the thrusts which had been interrupted earlier. This time she kept up a slower pace, giving Jamal time to catch up. She began to pump automatically, just enough to keep Sandy excited, but not enough to push her over the edge. Instead she began to focus her attention on watching the white woman suck her first black cock. A cock she knew all too well. It wasn't that she was jealous, Jamal and her had never stood in the way of each others physical pleasure. It was just that this was the first time she had actually been able to watch him with another woman and she was understandably curious. The long black rod disappeared within Sandy's mouth. Try as she could, she could never get it more than halfway in. She could feel the power pulsing in it and as she ran her tongue down the length of it, she savored the titillation that she felt in every pore of her body. She was still aware of the dildo sliding in and out of her, but she couldn't help think how much better it would feel to replace the hard rubber with this flesh and blood monster that filled every corner of her mouth. Licking his massive balls, she slid his shorts all the way off. He responded by pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed, he left his sneakers on the floor so that he was now as naked as both women. Jamal, moved to a sixty-nine position in which he could lick the top of her clit as the substitute cock slid in and out. All the while, Sandy continued to slide her mouth all over his cock. After a few more minutes, he looked down on her and said. "You keep that up a few more minutes, Babe, and you're going to have a mouthful." Sandy slid the saliva covered cock out of her mouth just long enough to say, "As long as you'll have a second load in there somewhere, I've got another hole I want to try this Popsicle in" Jamal nodded in ascent and Sandy redoubled her efforts. True to his word, it was only a few more minutes when he let loose with a large burst of hot liquid which filled her mouth. Jamal had exploded on Sandy's downward stroke. So that first burst had shot right down her throat, causing her to gag. Letting his cock slip out, the second and third burst covered her face. He laughed when he looked down and saw the sticky goo spread all over her mouth and cheeks. She grinned back and stretched out her tongue as far as it could go and licked as much of her face clean.. Even after the last drop of white had oozed out of the small hole atop his cockhead, Sandy continued to stroke the large pole. True to Jamal's word, his cock continued to remain hard even after he had come. Giving Jamal time to recover, Sandy turned her attention back to Jasmine. Far from having felt rejected, she had enjoyed watching the show that had unfolded before her. Sliding the dildo out from within Sandy, she had unstrapped it and held it up like a lollipop. The rubber was shiny with Sandy's juices and Jasmine licked it like a little girl eating an ice cream cone. She offered it to Sandy to share and between the two of then they had it licked clean in no time. While the two of then had be enjoying the dildo treat, Jamal had inserted a finger or two into each of their pussies. With a practiced hand, he helped keep the two of then on the edge. This went on for about ten minutes until Jamal said he was ready to give Sandy what she really wanted. As not to leave Jasmine out, Sandy took the now clean dildo and strapped it on. One more new thing to try. Jasmine quickly agreed with the idea as long as she could be in a position to watch Jamal fuck Sandy. Part XI So Jasmine spread herself up against the pillows as Sandy entered her in the classic missionary position. The two woman went at it for a few minutes by themselves, kissing and licking each other as Sandy developed her own rhythm. Jasmine's cunt was so wet that she had no trouble accepting the full eight inches of the play cock. Taking hold of Sandy's hips, Jamal entered her from behind in a single thrust. Like Jasmine, her love tunnel was so lubricated that she had little difficulty receiving his full hardness. Quickly matching his thrusts to the opposite of Sandy's, Jamal would penetrate the light skinned woman just as she was withdrawing from Jasmine. Then he would withdraw as she in turn would enter his girlfriend, who would time her own pelvic thrusts so that she would pull the dildo as far in her as she could. As the speed of this three way intercourse increased, each of the participants soon found themselves too wrapped up in maintaining their end of the arrangement to pay that much attention to any of the others. So it wasn't obvious to anyone except Jasmine that she would be the first to cum. After all, she had cum the longest time ago of any of them. Sandy wasn't even aware that the brown skinned woman had climaxed until she realized that she was no longer coming forward to meet her own thrusts. She then stopped her own efforts and concentrated on enjoying the incredible pounding her own pussy was getting from Jamal. Conscious that Jasmine had bowed out of the activity and was now just enjoying the show, Jamal altered his routine so that he could bring Sandy to an even greater climax than he had originally intended. Reaching around to massage her small bust, he was surprised to find he could fit almost an entire breast in each of his massive hands. He had always sought out large breasted women, but now he was finding that small breasted ones could have a charm all their own. So fast were his repetitions and so slippery were both his cock and Sandy's cunt, that several times he slipped out and had to break his timing to reenter her. He could feel that Sally was so close to the edge of what could be the greatest climax of her life that she could taste it. Each time he slipped out of her, a frantic look appeared on her face, as if she was worried that he would suddenly stop. As it was, his only real fear was that he wouldn't be able to hold off his own orgasm long enough for her to cum. He had already tried every trick he knew, both for pushing her over the edge and holding himself back. Another minute or two and he would lose the battle. The look on her lover's face made Jasmine aware of his problem, she had seen that look before. She had to give Sandy credit, she didn't think any woman could ride Jamal this long. An idea flashed into her mind and she mouthed the suggestion to Jamal. She really didn't have to bother being secretive about it. Sandy was bucking so much like a bitch in heat that she wouldn't have heard her if she shouted at the top of her lungs. Jamal shifted his right hands attention from Sandy's breast to the top of her cunt. Rubbing against her clit as he continued to pound deep within her, he hoped to finally bring her off. When that didn't work he followed Jasmine's suggestion and let his cock slide out from inside her. So lost was Sandy in her desire to climax that it took a few seconds for her to realize that Jamal's throbbing member was no longer inside her. He had continued rubbing against her clit with his hand, so she was upset for only a moment when she felt the reassuring feeling of his cock behind her as he sought to renter her. By the time she realized that the sudden pressure was directed against her asshole and not her pussy, it was too late. Totally covered by her lubricating juices, Jamal pushed his cock deep up inside her and let loose with a series of quick powerful strokes which sent twin bursts of pain and pleasure ripping through her body. Sandy's entire being exploded as her minds eye filled with a pyrotechnic display the likes she had never experienced before. She was oblivious to everything, except the feeling of euphoria she found herself floating in. Then as her rush reached its zenith, everything faded to black and she crumpled like an empty sack onto the bed. Jamal who had cum at the same time, filling her anal cavity with burst after bursts of white gold, then collapsed right next to her. Jasmine waited a few moments before she checked to make sure that both of her bedmates were still breathing. She had seen Jamal just drop off after a really intense session before, so she really wasn't too worried about him. Checking Sandy's pulse, she was relieved to see that she was just asleep. She had never seen a woman climax like that. That girl must've had so much sexual energy bottled up inside her. It was like a pressure cooker letting go. Siding out of the bed to make herself a drink, Jasmine noticed something else she had never seen before. On Sandy's sleeping face, was the most satisfying image of contentment she had ever seen. For a long minute she stared at the image of pure happiness. Then shaking her head she headed out to the living room and the bar. "Lucky bitch!" She muttered out loud as she left the room. But there was no one awake to hear. END Sarah And Sister Theresa ".........And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah said as she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson. As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would never finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost a half hour ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on about her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah should be spending more time showcasing her talents. It could've been worse, she thought, Jim Anderson could've come along too. You couldn't get within five feet of that man without him trying to sell you a new insurance policy. Quickly cleaning up after the departed parents, Sarah grabbed her coat and began to head down the corridor. It had started raining about a half hour ago and most of the other teachers had already left. If she hurried, she could still get home by 10:00. "Sarah?" Called a soft voice from across the hall. Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary Theresa coming out of one of the adjacent classrooms. "I thought you left already?" The Sister asked. "I would have," Sarah replied. "But Mrs. Anderson managed to corner me before I could go and......." "Say no more..." Sister Theresa said as she held up her hand to interrupt her fellow teacher. "I had her older girl Betty in my class a few years ago." "Was she as bad back then?" "Worse," Sister Theresa replied. "I think maybe she's mellowing with age." She added with a smile. Both the smile and the laugh of the young Philippine Nun was contagious, Sarah couldn't help but return it. When Sister Theresa suggested she have a cup of tea before she went, Sarah forgot all about her rush and agreed. Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since he first day as a teacher, eight months ago. Six years before, she had been Sarah's Math Teacher during the Nun's own first year at Saint Francis. Part of the reason she had landed the plumb assignment at this prestigious school was that she had been an honor graduate. The fact that she had graduated with honors was partly due to the help Sister Theresa had given her that difficult senior year. As they sipped tea in the now empty Teacher's Lounge, Sarah thoughts drifted back to that troubled final year. A late bloomer, Sarah had quickly earned the nickname "Plain Jane" McKenna from her classmates. Try as she could, she just couldn't fit in. Even as a senior, dates had been few and far in between. Not that Sarah really minded. She had never really been all that interested in guys anyway. They got in the way of her single minded determination to succeed. Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was because of such that Sarah took part in what she would always remember as the great shower peek show. Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint Francis then, and having come from the Philippines, was considered something of a mystery. The girls guessed she had to have been in her mid twenties , but looked about seventeen. Her Order still wore the old style habits, so her body was covered from head to toe. The obvious question was, what does a Nun look like under all that heavy clothing. It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first come up with the idea. She'd discovered that Sister Theresa was in the habit of using the shower in the girls locker room after the last gym class every day. If they really wanted to sneak a peek, that was their chance. So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck back into the locker room and done just that. To their amazement, Sister Theresa looked like any other woman naked. True, she was a little on the plump side, but after all, who said a Nun had to be skinny. The crudest comment came from Jenny herself. "Did you see the tits on her?" She asked the other girls after they had moved to the safety of the school yard. "They had to at least been a 38D. What a waste on a Nun." The other girls had all agreed. To Sarah, however, the experience had changed her life. Several time after that she had found herself back in the locker room at the end of the day, sneaking another look at her teacher. Her naked brown body stirred a strange longing within her and she began having forbidden dreams about the Nun. As senior year neared it's end, Sarah abruptly stopped her late afternoon visits. In her mind she was now accepted three certainties. First, that she wanted to be a teacher - nothing was as important as achieving that goal. The second was something she was sure that she would keep to herself forever. She was a lesbian, and she was in love with Sister Theresa. "You seem a little distracted?" Sister Theresa said as Sarah stared into empty space. "Oh, sorry..." She replied. "It's just been a long day." "How inconsiderate of me." Theresa said. "If it wasn't for me you'd be home by now. Sister Catherine always said once I get to talking I loose all concept of time." "It's all right, really." Sarah said with a broad smile. "I really do enjoy your company. As long as you brought her up, how is Sister Catherine?" "She's doing fine," Theresa said as she cleared the table. "She's all settled in at her new school and things are working out fine with her father." Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's mentor since she had first come to Saint Francis. In fact, due to a shortage of rooms in the tiny convent, they had been roommates for the last six years. She had recently been transferred to San Francisco at her own request to be closer to her ill father. "I guess you must miss her." Sarah said as she cleared the trash. Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and seemed to be thinking or something. "Yes I do." She finally answered. Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet as umbrella's in hand they set off for the parking lot. The stocky Nun seemed to be lost in memories, but had still insisted on seeing Sarah safely to her car. Saint Frances was twenty miles from town, and at this time of night the parking lots would be deserted. "Oh no!" Sarah exclaimed as she reached her small blue escort and saw to her dismay, the front driver's side tire was as flat as a pancake. "I don't even have a spare." "We'll have to call from the office to see if we can get a tow truck out here. "Sister Theresa said as she bent down to examine the damage. Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged from the Mother Superior's Office to find Sarah still dripping in the waiting room. "I have good news and bad news." She said as she walked up to her. "Lets have the good new first." Sarah said as she shook with a slight chill. "Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the garage and he said it would be no problem getting a truck out here." "What's the bad news?" "He said it would be no problem first thing tomorrow." "Oh no, what am I going to do." "Don't worry," Theresa said with a smile. "I've already talked with Mother Patricia and she said it would be no problem putting you up for the night." "That's a relief." Sarah mused. "One small problem with that though." Theresa added. "Since Father Kolowski is already using the guest quarters, you're going to have to use Sister Catherine's old bed in my room. I'm afraid I have one of the worst rooms in the convent, it's all the way in the west wing behind the storage rooms. In fact at one time it was a storage room." "No problem," Sarah said in a tired voice. "Right now I don't care if its a barn, as long as it's got a bed." "Great!" Theresa said in an animated voice. After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up clean sheets, Sarah followed Sister Theresa through a long dark corridor past the kitchen and storage rooms. Only a few small emergency lights lit the way. Once the kitchen was closed for the evening, the main lights were shut down. "You weren't kidding about your room being way out of the way." Sarah said as they reached a large wooden door. "Well until they finally complete the new wing, we have to make do." Theresa said as she opened the door with an old metal key. "And most of the other Sisters were more than happy to have Catherine and I sleeping far away from them." "Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously. "Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I have a bad habit of talking in my sleep." "Well growing up I shared a room with two sisters so I'm sure I'll have no problem." Sarah retorted. Dropping the sheets on the single metal frame bed, Sarah looked about the room. The walls were painted a soft blue, with a white lace curtain hanging aside the far window. A small desk occupied a corner, and on it were four framed photographs. Three were of Sister Theresa's family back in Luzon. The other was a 5x7 of her and Sister Catherine in front of the school. "Be it ever so humble...." Theresa said as she began to help Sarah make the bed. With the bed finally done, Theresa walked over to her own bed and began to take off her habit. In the six years since the great peep show, the Order had changed to a more modern look. Sarah was caught by surprise as the chubby Nun began to strip. "Well you didn't think we slept in them, did you?" Theresa said as she began to unhook her habit from behind. "Why no, of course not." Sarah replied. In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it sounded. The only way she had been able to get over her youthful infatuation with Theresa was to banish the image of her naked brown body from her memory. In had become near impossible for her to visualize the round woman without the protective brown habit. As the habit joined her headpiece on the dressing chair, Theresa stood in just a white bra and panties. Sarah tried very hard not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Then when the white bra topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her lip to keep her composure. If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown larger over the years with the extra pounds she had gained. This was the closest she had ever been to those dark brown nipples and she couldn't take her eyes away. In the cool night air, Theresa's nipples stood out like small erasures. Sarah felt a tingling in her own much smaller breasts. Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her body, Theresa moved to a dresser draw and pulled out a blue nightshirt. With a quick motion she slipped it on, covering her large breasts. As she turned and finally noticed the look on Sarah's face, Theresa assumed it was due to her attire. "I guess you were expecting something made out of burlap." Theresa said as she indicated her garment. "But regular nightwear has been ok for years. Even if it has Mickey on the front." She added as she pointed to the large mouse figure draped across her mounds. "Now to find something for you." Theresa continued as she looked back into the draw. "What do you normally wear?" "Err....I usually sleep without...." Sarah said without thinking. "Ok, suit yourself." Theresa replied as she closed the dresser and crawled into the bed. Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright red panties and slipped under her sheet. A smile crossed her lips as Theresa wished her goodnight. "It's a good thing I'm not a guy." Sarah thought as she began to drift off to sleep. "Cause I'd have the hard on to end all hard ons right now." Sarah found that she was unable to sleep more than a half hour. Tired as she had been, she couldn't get Theresa's naked image out of her head. She had been over it years ago, she kept repeating to herself. She'd had several affairs with other women and had even fallen in love for a time. Why was it so hard to put this Nun out of her thoughts. "Because she was the first....." Sarah said to herself. "And she was the one you could never have." Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once again tried to find elusive sleep. About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. Then she heard a soft mumbling from across the room. Theresa was saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Was she praying? Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had said earlier about sometimes talking in her sleep. Intrigued, she rose silently from her bed and moved a little closer to try and hear better. Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that she could now hear Theresa clearly. Understanding her was another thing entirely. Sister Theresa was speaking in Tagalog, her native tongue. She also seeming to be rocking back and forth in her bed, perhaps she was having a nightmare. Deciding that it would be better not to wake her, Sarah began to return back to her bed when she heard an English word. Theresa was calling Sister Catherine's name. Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her earlier position and moved around the bed to get a better look. Theresa had kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed, giving Sarah a clear view of the sleeping woman. "Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as she stepped back and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from calling out. She looked again to be sure of what she had seen, not that she had any real doubt. With her Mickey Mouse nightshirt pulled up around her waist, Theresa had pulled down her panties and was masturbating with vigor. Sarah looked again to be sure that she really was asleep. Then she heard her call out Sister Catherine's name again. "I can't believe this." Sarah said to herself as she unconsciously dropped her hand to her own panty covered mound. "Were the two Nuns lovers?" Sliding her fingers beneath her waist band, Sarah ran her fingers across her rapidly growing wetness. She had heard stories that many Nuns were gay, but was always though them stories. But then every story had some truth in it. A girlfriend's sister had become a Nun and once told her that during their first few years they were never allowed to be alone with another Sister. There always had to be a third Nun present. A soft moan from Theresa snapped Sarah back from her musings. She didn't know about another Nuns, but she was sure that Theresa was as much a lesbian as she was. It was a shock to realize this and she was torn at what to do. To suddenly discover that her forbidden impossible love was actually possible made her a little light-headed. The sensible thing she told herself, would be to crawl back to bed and try to sort it all out in the morning. Unfortunately, with all of her long buried adolescent fantasies suddenly exploding in both the forefront of her mind as well as within the growing fire between her legs, sensible was the last thing she wanted to be. A small rational voice deep within her cried out that she was being foolish. That she could be throwing away everything she had worked for so long. But that voice of reason was quickly downed out by a rising chorus of passion. With a trembling hand, Sarah reached down and brushed her fingers across the hairy edge of Sister Theresa's maidenhood. Summoning her courage, she moved it downward and soon reached the light pink clitoris nestled between the dark brown lips. Gently stroking it, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Sarah was debating her next move when Teresa began to stir. Sensing the strange touch on her body, she began to open her dark brown eyes. "Catherine..?" She asked sleepily. As her eyes fully opened she remembered Catherine was long gone. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, then she saw Sarah sitting next to her. "Blessed Mary, Mother of God!" She exclaimed as she jumped up in the bed, causing Sarah to be startled. Theresa pulled the sheet around her, horrified that her former student had witnessed her shameful weakness. All those years of hiding her lusts within these stone walls were now exposed. "Oh Sarah, please forgive me." She said in a rapid tone. "Forgive you?" Sarah asked. "Forgive you for what?" "For my sinful display of course." "Theresa, in my mind, the only thing sinful about what you were doing is the fact that you were doing it alone." Sarah said in a calm understanding voice. "I don't understand?" Theresa said, a perplexed expression on her face. "Correct me if I'm wrong," Sarah continued. "But the way I see it, you Sister Mary Theresa are a bona-fided lesbian and I'd bet my last paycheck that you and Sister Catherine were a lot more than roommates." Theresa's brown skin paled with embarrassment as she listened to Sarah. All her life she'd had these feelings, even as a little girl in her village. Her parents, with their strong unbending catholic upbringings, never could understand that she was different. When she showed no interest in the young men who approached her father about taking her as a wife, the decision was made to ship her off to the convent school at age 16. Marriage or the Convent, there had been no middle ground. It wasn't until she had come to America that she found the words to describe what she felt. And it wasn't until she had met Catherine that she came to grips with those feelings. Within these stone walls they had been able to create a private world, safe from prying eyes. Until now. "I know what you're thinking," Sarah said. "That the minute morning comes, everyone in the school is going to know what you and Catherine have been doing back here. But believe me when I say, no one will ever hear anything of the sort. Least of all from me." "You'll keep my secret?" Theresa asked. "I guess I'd have to, especially after I tell you that I share the same secret. I supposed that makes us members of a different sort of sisterhood." "You're a lesbian?" The Nun asked as she finally started to relax. "Since I was 17." Sarah said. "Since the days when you used to tutor me in math." Sarah went on to tell Theresa everything. About how she had discovered her emerging homosexuality as a teenager. Of the secret feeling she had harbored toward Theresa all those lonely days and nights. She even told her all about the great shower peek show and of the many afternoons she had return to the shower to watch her. "I'm overwhelmed." Theresa stated. "I had no idea. I was so afraid of showing any feelings outside of this room, it was years before I even let myself have any friends." With the specter of discovery banished, Sarah and Theresa returned to the friendly warmness they had shared in so many late night discussions. The only change was that now there were no longer any secrets between them. "I have to ask," Sarah interrupted. "Since they would kick you out of the Order if they found out about you and Catherine, and since even becoming a Nun was your parents idea not yours, what didn't you just leave?". "That's a pretty big question." Sarah said. "And there's no easy answer. There are two main reasons I guess. The first is that even if I left, Catherine wouldn't. She's been in the order twenty five years, and had no wish to start over. Over the last year she began to become increasingly worried that someone would find out. When her father became ill, she jumped at the excuse to request a transfer and put an end to our relationship." "But Catherine left three months ago...." "The second reason is simply that I'm afraid. This is the only life I've know. How could I survive outside these walls. Yet I know if I don't come to a decision soon, I'm going to follow the same path as Catherine. I don't want to wake up one day and find myself all alone. I've been so alone these last weeks, I feel so empty. My life is a lie and I don't know what to do about it." Sarah took both Theresa's hands in her own. Looking into her dark eyes, she smiled and said. "First of all, you're not alone - at least not anymore. No matter what you eventually decide, I'll stand with you. Even if I have to stand up and tell the world who I really am." "You'd do that?" Theresa asked emotionally. "How could you decide to sacrifice everything so easily?" "When I think about all the things you did for me. About how I wouldn't be where I am if not for your help. Then the decision isn't all that difficult." Theresa gripped her hands tightly, overcome with affection for her former student. For the first time in her life, she knew the true meaning of love. "You said that was the first thing." Theresa finally said with a beaming smile "What was the second?" "Something I wish I'd done six years ago...." Sarah said as she leaned forward and kissed Theresa on her mouth. Taken by surprise, Theresa didn't know how to respond. Aside from the few boys she had dated back in the Philippines, she had never kissed anyone. Her physical relationship with Catherine had been restricted to mutual masturbation. She had never actually made love to anyone - man or woman. She found Sarah's kiss to be soft and pleasing. When she felt the moist warmth of Sarah's tongue against her mouth she instinctively opened to admit it. The warmth spread throughout her body, bringing to life long denied urges. "I love you, Theresa." Sarah said as she broke the kiss. "I've loved you since I was a student. I want to make love to you, if you'll let me." The quickness in which she answered yes surprised Theresa. She felt as she had just taken a giant step in regaining her own life. Whether Sarah was going to be a part of that life was a question for the future. For the moment, the world beyond this room no longer existed. All that mattered was the warmth of Sarah's body pressed against her own, and the triphammer beating of their hearts. "You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of these big beautiful breasts." Sarah exclaimed as she pulled the blue nightshirt up over Teresa's head. Lifting one of the large breasts with both hands, she lifted it to her mouth. Teresa's auerole had to be almost threes inches across, dark brown against a lighter shaded skin. Sarah began to suck tenderly on the nipple, sending ripples of delight through Teresa's body. Her tongue began to dart alongside the dark circle, covering it with her hot saliva. Then she would take as much of it as she could inside her mouth, her tongue playing with the hard nipples as she did. While Sarah switched her attention to the other mammoth mound, Teresa reached down and slid her hand in between Sarah's legs. To her surprise, Sarah's crotch was hairless, giving it a wet, slippery feeling. Already well lubricated by Sarah's own earlier attentions, it effortlessly admitted her two fingers, followed quickly by a third. Moving as fast as she could, she began to furiously finger-fuck her new lover. Sarah responded by continuing to pay with her melon sized tits, alternating between kissing, sucking or just plain squeezing them. She would then bury her face between them, pulling them tight against her cheeks as she licked the skin in between. Bringing her attentions downward, Sarah soon confronted the hairiest pussy she had ever seen. Most of Theresa's body had some hair on it, but no where was it fuller than between her legs. Normally Sarah liked a closely trimmed crotch, or one clean shaven like her own. But knowing that she was approaching virgin territory made the thick shrub all the more exciting. Reaching her objective, she used both hands to pull apart the fleshy skin and reveal the pinkness within. The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood greeted her nostrils as she reached in with her tongue and licked around her clit. Then she began to explore inside Teresa, using her talented tongue like a doctor's probe. Teresa laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of new sensations. If only she had know it could be this wonderful. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Sarah's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar. The younger woman buried her face between her tighs, causing the older woman to erupt again in a burst of girlcum. "Mmmmm" Sarah moaned as she sucked the fruit of her labors into her mouth. Teresa was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of ecstasy raced through her body. Her fingers had slid out of Sarah's cunt a few minutes before with the onset of orgasm. Not that Sarah cared. All she wanted to do was drain her pussy dry. Teresa's body shook twice more, then finally she could give no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or satisfied. Sarah just laid there, licking the spilled juices from her legs. When she finally emerged, her face was covered from cheek to cheek with shiny girlcum. Pulling herself up along side Teresa, she gave her a long penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her mouth, sending a new surge of satisfaction within her. Experimenting with her own tongue, she explored the wetness of Sarah's mouth. Embracing Sarah she ran her hands across her much smaller pale breasts, playing with the nipples as she had seen Sarah do. Kissing one after the other, she was delighted to find that Sarah's body had it's own unique taste. She couldn't wait to explore the rest of her. "Later," Sarah said as she kissed her once more. "Right now I just want you to hold me." With that, Teresa pulled Sarah closer, letting her rest her head upon those huge brown breasts which had so fascinated her before. For long minutes they just laid there as Teresa pondered her actions. Surprisingly she didn't feel the least bit of guilt. An emotion which had always followed any activity with Catherine. If anything, she felt contentment. Brushing Sarah's light blonde hair away from her face, Teresa smiled as she realized that her new love had fallen asleep. She kissed her on the forehead and laid her head against Sarah's. In less than five minutes, she too was fast asleep. Four months later, Sister Mary Teresa walked into Mother Patricia's office and announced she was giving up her vows. Before the month was out, she had resettled in New England as the new assistant principle of an exclusive girl's school. At the end of the school year, Sarah too tendered her resignation, citing a better job offer. The Penderhouse School was more than happy to welcome her to their staff, especially after the flowing recommendation she had received from their new assistant principle. END Scarlett's Cove by Ann Douglas (AnnD55@Pipeline.Com) Part One "Could you at least smile and pretend that you're having a good time?" Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her companion across the table. "It's only our first night here and people are already beginning to stare." The slightly morose expression on her friend's face faded to be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her dinner partner. "I am enjoying myself." Jeanette Randolph replied. "I was just thinking how much this little trip is costing you." "That's right, costing me, not you." the 37 year old blonde quickly agreed. "I wanted you to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun for a change." "I have fun." said the 34 year brunette. "Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans isn't what I'm talking about." Arlene said in a corrective tone. "That's why I wanted to get you away from all that." "Well that you certainly did." Jeanette finally agreed. It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion that had housed four generations of her owners. The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical resort that could easily accommodated five hundred guests in delightful style. Finally, the resort was situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles from the two women's home in upstate New York. The resort was known world wide as Scarlett's Cove and it catered to small, select clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds, its purpose was much the same. The one major difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced around the large room. It was a resort for women only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women. This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been aware of her preference for women since she was 16 years old. It was not however a preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing publicly. Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake couldn't escape the fear that someone would see her in such a place. On the other hand, Arlene's attraction to her own sex had only developed rather recently. Up until two years ago, she had been married to a rather successful and influential member of the community. It was almost ten years into their marriage that she discovered that her husband had a long history of extra-marital encounters. When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn't like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any real love for each other had faded half way through their marriage when it was evident that she wouldn't be assuring the Taylor Dynasty with an heir. Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared more about social standing than anything else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman she met at the local health club. To her immense delight, she discovered that sleeping with another woman brought out in her a passion that was never evident in her relations with Collin or prior lovers. The affair hadn't lasted long, but it had changed the course of her life. After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene realized all too well that despite his history of infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It wasn't fair but it was the way it was. Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate thing he'd ever done in the fourteen years they'd know each other. The 45 year old businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman was more than willing to take her freedom anyway she could. And if nothing else, she could take some small comfort knowing that Collin had left this life doing something that he enjoyed. Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It wasn't considered good manners in polite company to discuss just how large that estate was, but it turned out to be much more than Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out to enjoy her life. At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette. They had been close friends during their last two years at Washington High, despite the difference in their ages. Quickly reestablishing the confidences they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new sexual preference. She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that she'd been aware of the delights of lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In another reality, the two women might have now become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a relationship now going into it's fourth year and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and casual encounters. So the two women had become even closer friends instead. "I still can't get over this place." Jeanette said as she finished her panorama of the room. "Who ever came up with this place?" Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett's Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she'd thought they were going to Jamaica. "Take a look at the painting over on that wall." Arlene said in response as she pointed to a large portrait hanging over a fireplace. Jeanette followed her friend's direction until she focused on the image. The young woman in the painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist was the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The gown she wore was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face. "That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy." Arlene said. "And this house and just about everything around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so many others, he found it. Unlike most of the families that established incredibly profitable enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience. From the very beginning, he put part of every dollar he made here back into the island. He built the first hospital, then the school. His son continued the tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the island's young men and women off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40's and 50's, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated population." Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history yet had never heard of this island until yesterday. "That's just to give you a little broad background." Arlene continued. "The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn heir that he immediately christened this cove - Scarlett's Cove. Back in those days, few people said no to Sean McMurphy." "But what's that got to do with this resort?" Jeanette inquired. "Patience, I'm getting to that." the older woman continued. "Michael McMurphy only had two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat during World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had already attended some of the best schools in the world and took control of the day to day operations of the family business. While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited both her father's and grandfather's business sense, it was also apparent that she had a spirit that really didn't fit into the somewhat conservative 1950's. Even more so, it was noticed more and more that she spent most of her time in the company of other young women and there was a definite lack of male companionship in her life. This wasn't for lack of offers, as you can see from that portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but not too loudly and definitely not within earshot of "Big Mike" McMurphy. A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that the owner of that magazine was visited late one night by some friend's of "Big Mike". No one really knows what really happened but the story never saw print and the company went out of business within six months. Scarlett continued to run the family business until the mid seventies when she suddenly turned control over to her two nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and retired to the island. A year later she opened Scarlett's Cove. A place where women like her could come and be themselves for a week or two, away from a prying world." "That's incredible." Jeanette said. "She must've led one interesting life. " "Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still runs the place." Arlene didn't answer, she just turned her had back to the nearby portrait and took another long hard look. Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn't that she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the world over - Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out. "I know." she whispered back. "This is my third trip here and you'd be surprised who I've seen here. That's the beauty of it all, no one ever talks about this place." Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids had come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures of a senator's wife who was also here. The senator was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it took was a simple phone call to the editor of that magazine, who incidentally had also been a guest at one time, and the story simply disappeared. Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One was C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no surprise since she had long ago publicly declared her lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally known newsanchor. Jeanette never would have guessed. Part Two "Can I get you ladies anything else?" a sweet voice said from behind Jeanette. "Some dessert, perhaps?" The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island woman standing at her shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look which was only added to by her long black hair. What set her apart from many of the woman here was that she was topless. All she wore was a piece of white material wrapped around her waist like a skirt. Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests practiced it outside of the beaches. Jeanette couldn't help but admire the dark nipples only a few inches from her face. Arlene had explained to her that none of the employees were under any obligation to fraternize with the guests, but at the same time there were no rules against it if they wanted to. Money never entered the picture because none of the guests carried any and any employee that tried to solicit it was immediately fired. "No, not right now." Arlene said as she gave the young woman a broad smile. "Maybe later..... Mae." she added as she read the girl's name off the small plastic name clip she used to keep the makeshift skirt in place. Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility. "You're incorrigible." Jeanette noted with a laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at the young woman just as admirably. "This is true." Arlene smiled back. "So it's a good thing I don't have your job." "How so?" "Oh come on now." came Arlene's reply in a tone that was half serious. "Every day you have a class full of sweet young things hanging on your every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a little extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles. Don't tell me you haven't at least fantasized about it? Especially when the weather turns warm and so much clothing comes off." "I've learned to keep my personal and professional life separate." Jeanette said in a flat voice. "I think I've hit a nerve." Arlene shot right back." Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped to the small stage podium at the front of the hall and picked up the microphone. "If I can have your attention, Ladies." she began with a chipped British accent. "The auction is going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear the tables." The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across the room. There was obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous thought and instead asked Arlene what this was all about. "Well it's pretty simple." she began. "Ever see one of those charity bachelor or bachelorette auctions, you know where they auction off dates." Arlene nodded agreement. "Well, basically its the same thing. We don't carry money of course, but anyone who want to participate can and then settle up when they check out. The money goes to the college scholarship fund and it's all really a lot of fun." "You've done this before." Jeanette asked. "Last time I was here." came the reply with pride. "I went for $450, pretty impressive if I say so myself." "You never cease to amaze me." Jeanette said. "I never cease to amaze myself." came the reply. A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall suddenly drew everyone's attention. At an unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide double door pulled them open. "If you were really fascinated by that story about Scarlett McMurphy, then here's your chance to meet her." Arlene said as she spotted a familiar procession. Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they moved and to both women's delight their path would take them right by their table. About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5'10", something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of her portrait, but it still wasn't that of a 68 year old woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn't have gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed bright green eyes that had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her younger days. It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette realized that they were stopping at her table. "It's so good to see you again, Arlene dear." Scarlett said. "You must find time to stop by my office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the new school." "Of course." Arlene replied. While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of the fortune she's inherited on schools and such, she never knew her interest extended this far. At the moment, she was more interested in the two young women who accompanied Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and both were as amply endowed. What set them apart was that neither was a native. One was tall, blonde and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared to be in their early twenties. Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have fun and continued onto the stage. Once they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two young women and asked of they were some sort of honor guard. "In a way," Arlene answered. "They're her bedmates for this week." "What?" "From what I understand, Scarlett's slept with two women a night since she was 30 years old. It's considered a great honor, I've heard the waiting list is almost six months long." As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the stage, the auction began. The first contestant was a pretty young blonde in her twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars. Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in her early 40's. The schoolteacher quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more guts than she did, getting up there in front of everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only forty dollars less than the young blonde. As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second and third look for her to finally conclude that the Asian girl wasn't who she'd first thought she was. Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as the bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by $300. The young woman was beautiful, there was no disputing that. In the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350. If she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette would tempted to bid on her. Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman who's name the auctioneer had announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong she'd been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The bidding immediately shot to $500. Watching her little dance, Jeanette's mind began to wander to a time just a little less than a year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of so. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Emi, I'm home." Jeanette called out as she closed the apartment door behind her. "You wouldn't believe the stunt my class tried to pull on me today, it was old when I was a junior." The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute or two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from the small table by the door, she began to flip through it as she stepped into the small living room. "Bills, bills, junk mail." she mused as she dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed them onto the coffee table one by one. "Were does it all go?" she asked herself. Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher, especially since she'd gotten tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching assistant. She'd do even better once she finished up those last few credits she needed for her teaching certificate. Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25 year old Japanese woman that she'd found contentment. It seemed like every day brought something new and exciting. "San Padre School District, San Padre, California. " she read off the return address of a long white envelope that was addressed to Emi. "I wonder what this was?" she mused as she looked into the empty envelope. The brunette didn't hear the soft footsteps of her roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she arced her head back to meet Emi's kiss. The pressure of the younger woman's lips against her own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between her legs. "Hi babe," she said as they broke the kiss. "Hi lover," Emi said as the short haired woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa and landed right on Jeanette's lap. "I missed you." Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue against Jeanette's. The kiss lasted a long time, followed by a second and third. "My you're in a playful mood." Jeanette grinned. "What's brought this on?" "I missed you that's all." Emi whispered into Jeanette's ear, kissing it as well. "And I've been wanting to give you something all afternoon." Emi again cupped Jeanette's firm breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them. She could fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen under the plain white bra her lover wore under her conservative school attire. She again kissed Jeanette lightly. "Nice." she asked. "Nice." Jeanette agreed. Part Three Soft fingers quickly moved down the starched white blouse the teacher wore, undoing buttons as they went. As it fell open, Emi slid her hand alongside the smooth skin of Jeanette's stomach and then up under the elastic strap of her bra. "Emi...." Jeanette moaned softly. "Shhh," Emi replied, touching her love's lips with an outstretched finger. "Just lay back and relax, I'm going to take care of everything." A practiced touch undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing access to the large soft mounds beneath. Emi took the erect pink nipples between her fingers and tweaked them. Then she leaned forward and kissed each one, lightly caressing the tip of each with her tongue. The short haired oriental took a step back off the couch and pulled her oversized blue T-shirt up over her head. The shirt had been all she was wearing. Bringing her hands to her chest, she briefly stroked the small round orbs that protruded there. Her small nipples were a dark brown but the nipples no less erect. Between her legs was a tiny black triangle, almost the only hair on her entire body. Although 25 years old, the woman still had the body of a teenage girl or as Jeanette had remarked many times - a wood nymph. Emi returned her attention to Jeanette and eased her down onto the couch. Her mouth now sought out her breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness. Jeanette shivered at the touch of Emi's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue once more teased Jeanette's large nipples. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves through Jeanette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Emi. Emi reached down between Jeanette's legs and under her skirt, tracing her finger against the panty covered outline of her mound. Then she pushed aside the thin material, ripping it in the process and moved to the center of the mound rubbing against it. As her soft finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it between the folds. A louder gasp escaped Jeanette's lips as Emi slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Emi licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Jeanette's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way, pausing only long enough to pull the short blue skirt up around her waist. Lower and lower she kissed her way until she reached the edge of Jeanette's wetness. Then the dark haired woman kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Jeanette's ecstasy. "Oh yes....Jeanette said as she reached down and guided Emi's head. "It feels so good...." The smell of Jeanette's crotch made Emi lightheaded, she'd waited all day for this. She reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she knew would be hard to do without. "Oh God, Emi," Jeanette said as her body jumped at the touch. "I can't remember that last time it felt so wonderful." Encouraged, Emi moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Jeanette's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Jeanette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Jeanette reached down and held her younger lover's head between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of Emi's tongue. Unable to use her hands any longer, Emi reached behind and grabbed Jeanette's ass cheeks. Never missing a beat, she slid a cum lubricated finger into her anus. Jeanette let out a loud moan as she felt it penetrate. Then Emi withdrew the finger and reinserted it, finger fucking her ass. Jeanette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Emi could taste the increase in girljuice and opened her mouth while at the same time she drove it deeper. The small Japanese woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of girljuice, so much that her face was soon covered with it. She held Jeanette tight as the teacher screamed out loud and trashed about it ecstasy. It'd been a long time since she'd had a sexual release of this magnitude. Emi continued to lick Jeanette's pussy and slowly finger fuck her ass, stopping only when her lover finally laid still. She then withdrew her finger but continued to lick between her legs, but softly now, taking the time to clean her thighs of delicious girlcum. "That was wonderful." Jeanette said in a breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated." "I'm glad," Emi said as she brought herself up to a sitting position. "I've wanted to do that for so very long." Jeanette reached out and pulled Emi close to her. She kissed her, tasting her own cum in Emi's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking droplets of sweet girljuice from her face. "I love you Emi," She whispered as she kissed her softy. "I want every day to be just like this one." So lost had Jeanette been in the euphoric afterglow of their encounter, she failed to notice the way Emi's body had shuddered when she had said that. It wasn't until the next day that Emi mentioned the empty envelope Jeanette had found the day before. She'd been offered a job in California. The San Padre School District was more interested in the fact that she was proficient in both Japanese and English than the fact that she was still a few credits shy of her certificate. They were in such desperate need of teachers with that ability, due to the influx of new Japanese families in the area, that they were offering her a full teachers salary while she worked as an assistant. In addition, they'd give her time off to finish school. The offer was just too good to pass up. She'd never get another chance like this one. Emi had suggested that Jeanette come with her and try and get a teaching job out there as well. At least that way they'd be together. But she knew Jeanette wouldn't go. Her life was here, she just couldn't leave it all and start over. Emi had moved out that Monday. Over the intervening weekend they hadn't made love again. Over the next few months they'd spoken to each other on the phone a few times and exchanged letters as well. Then in March had come the letter that said she had met another woman. Jeanette had stopped writing after that. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Absorbed in her memories, Jeanette didn't hear the British born auctioneer announce the winning bid of $950 for Keiko's company. In fact, it wasn't until the dark skinned mistress of ceremonies announced the next contestants name a third time that she finally heard it. And even then she knew that there had been some kind of mistake. "Jeanette Randolph." she repeated again over the address system. "There has to be some kind of mistake." she said, turning to Arlene. "Oh, I forgot to tell you." her friend said, her grin spread ear to ear. "I entered you in the auction." "You what!" Jeanette exclaimed. "Come on, it'll be fun." Arlene enjoined. "I can't do this." "Of course you can." Arlene insisted. "Just go up there and have a little fun. God knows you can use it. Who knows you might get lucky." "I can't go up there, it's too embarrassing." the brunette went on. "What if no one bids on me?" "You're selling yourself short." said Arlene. "Even so, I'll bid on you and I already asked a friend to bid on you too and I'll pay her back. Even if no one else bids, which I doubt, we'll make sure you get a respectable bid. Now go have fun!" "Jeanette Randolph." came the fourth and final call. "Are you out there Jeanette?" Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and stepped forward. A round of applause followed her. As she got halfway there she paused and looked back at Arlene. She was leading the applause. "Are you nervous?" the announcer asked as she took her place on the stage. "Yes." she said awkwardly. "Well don't worry, just have fun." the dark woman said. "And remember, it's for the kids." "Ladies, before I take the first bid, I just want to take a moment to acknowledge Jeanette's courage in coming up here." the announcer said into her mike. "Up until we called her name, she didn't know her friend had entered her in the auction." That brought another round of applause, ended only when she called for the first bid. "$100." Arlene called out. "$125." called out her friend, Kate. "$150." called out a third woman. "$200." Arlene bid as she smiled, glad that at least someone else was bidding. "$250." came a bid from a new voice. "$300." shouted a voice familiar to Arlene. What Arlene didn't tell Jeanette was that she had more than one ringer in the bidding. Even before they had come down to the island, Arlene had found someone who she believed would be the perfect match for her friend. In the ten months since Emi had left, Jeanette hadn't gone out on a single date. In fact, her only sexual release had been her own left hand and the half dozen occasions when they'd slept together. Sex with Jeanette had been truly great, there was no denying that. But it was the mark of an enduring friendship that made Arlene want something more for her friend. She had set up this whole trip to get her together with Diane. "$350." Arlene bid. The plan was for the three of them to drive the price up to $450, the price that she had told Jeanette that she had been sold at and them have Diane bid $50 more. "$400." called out Kate. "$450." Arlene countered. There was a long moment of silence and then Diane called out. "$500." "Well I guess that's it." Arlene said to herself in a pleased voice. "$600." called the voice of the woman who had first bid $150. Diane looked over to Arlene who was trying to see past the crowd for the unseen bidder. The bid was too high for her to continue without it seeming suspicious to Jeanette. She nodded to Diane to keep bidding. "$650." Diane waved. "$800." came the other voice. "I don't know who that woman is," Arlene thought, "but she's screwing up all my plans." Catching Diane's eye, Arlene held up her index finger. That should knock the mystery woman out of the bidding. "$1,000." Diane shouted as a murmur filled the room. The echo of her bid didn't even have time to fade before it was superseded. "$2,000" called out her rival. "And I'll match any bid after that." Dead silence gripped the room. People shifted position and Diane lost sight of Arlene. Without specific instructions, there was no way she was going to top that bid. "Anyone else?" the amazed auctioneer asked as the still calm continued. "Going once, ........going twice......Sold!" The room erupted in a thunderous applause. "I thank you and the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund thanks you." she added. Part Four It took a few minutes for the room to calm down and the next contestant to make her way to the stage. Jeanette was stunned by what had happened. How could Arlene have done this to her? How could she have embarrassed her so? "Well I hope you're happy?" she said with a trace of anger in her voice as she got back to the table. "You just had to put in the winning bid didn't you. Couldn't resist showing how much money you could bid!" "What are you talking about?" Arlene said. "The winning bid, you just had to drive it all the way up." "Well, I have news for you, girlfriend" Arlene replied, realizing now that Jeanette couldn't tell who was bidding what from up on stage. "That wasn't my bid and it didn't come from anyone I know either." "What?" Jeanette said in astonishment. "Are you telling me that was for real? That someone actually bid that much money for me?!?!" 'You got it!" With that, Jeanette fell back into her chair in shock. "Excuse me." said Mae who had suddenly appeared at their table. "Yes." Arlene said, again returning the young woman's smile. "The lady who put the winning bid on Ms. Randolph here said she had to leave suddenly." the young girl said. "But she asked me to give you this." Jeanette hesitated a moment before taking the offered note. Carefully she unfolded the small paper and read the carefully printed words. "What does it say?" Arlene asked. "It says, please meet me by the waterfall pool at 11:00." Jeanette read. "It's simply signed E." "Are you going to go?" asked Arlene. "How can I not, the woman paid $2,000 to meet me." Jeanette said as she folded the paper back into a square. "I have to go if only to find out why?" "Do you want me to go with you?" Arlene suggested. "No, I'll be OK. Besides, I'm sure you have other plans." she added as she looked again at Mae. "It's just like any other blind date." Jeanette said to herself as she walked along the shoreline. "Except that I haven't been on a date in seven years and never a blind one." The warm evening had given way to a equally warm night and a clear sky revealed a ebony blanket sprinkled with stars. If nothing else, this place was certainly romantic. In the distance, Jeanette could hear the music of the disco still going strong. It would go on that way until 1 am. Checking her watch, Jeanette saw that it was quarter after ten, she had plenty of time to walk over to the falls. She took a look at herself in the water's reflection. Smiling, she had to admit that the image was still as physically attractive as a few years before. It was only her self- image that had suffered, and that was mostly in the last nine months. "Damn it, Arlene is right." she said to the gentle breeze. "I've got to put Emi behind me and get on with my life." Undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, the brunette opened it up enough to give a view of her ample braless breasts. Might as well make a good impression she laughed. "Wearing my blouse like this, I really should wear my locket." Jeanette thought. It was originally her grandmother's and she had always worn it for luck. "If I hurry, I could stop by the room and pick it up." The area around the small living rooms was pretty deserted, most of the guests were still out having fun. The quarters Arlene and her shared were on the second floor and she quickly moved up the outside stairs. Once in the small three room apartment, she quickly got her locket and was already on the way out when she heard a noise from Arlene's room. Curious, she decided to take a quick peek. The scene that greeted her wasn't unexpected but it still surprised her. She'd seen Arlene nude a good many times, after all they'd been occasional lovers. Yet the sudden sight of her with another woman was incredibly exciting. Arlene was on her knees with her back to the door. Standing above her, equally nude with her arms and legs spread wide was Mae. Her old friend had her face pressed hard against the young woman's pussy. After having been on the receiving end more than a few times, Jeanette didn't need either the look of rapture on Mae's face or the soft moans she was uttering to know how enjoyable Arlene's darting tongue could be. Jeanette had never really been interested in voyeurism but found the scene fascinating. If she didn't have a pressing appointment, she'd be tempted to stay and watch. As sexually charged as she felt as this moment, she might even have thought about joining in. Quickly and as quietly as she could, Jeanette backed out of the room. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused and looked back. "Have fun, love." she whispered. 11:00 came quick enough and Jeanette stood at the edge of the waterfall pool. She hadn't felt this nervous since she was 16. A minute went by, then two and three. Then suddenly a voice from behind. "I'm sorry I'm late." said a soft voice from the shadows. Jeanette turned to the sound of the voice but couldn't make out the speaker. It was another few seconds before she stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the nearby torches. "Hi Jeanette." the blonde woman said, a warm friendly smile on her face. The woman was an inch or two shorter than Jeanette, as well as about 8 or 9 years younger. She had a slim tanned body, graphically illustrated by the same loose skirt Mae had work. The only difference was that she wore a bikini top which barely contained a 36c chest. Jeanette didn't recognize the woman but something about her seemed familiar. "It's nice to see you again." the woman said. "Again?" the older woman asked. "You mean again after the auction, right?" "Well, that too." she replied. "But I was thinking more of a long time ago." "I'm sorry, but I don't know you." Jeanette said. "Are you sure you don't have me mixed up with someone else." "I don't think so." she said as she came closer. "Jeanette Ann Randolph, you teach history at Washington High School in Arrow Lake, NY and you've been there for the last 11 years." "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Jeanette's mind raced. It was her worst nightmare come true. Someone who knew her from back home. "Relax, I'm a friend." the woman added when she saw the sudden look of panic on the teacher's face. "Who are you?' Jeanette demanded. "This isn't longer funny any longer." "Do you remember Elaine Gluszczak?" she asked. "Elaine Gluszczak..." Jeanette repeated as she rolled the name over in her mind. "Just wait a second, I know that name." It took a little while for her to make the connection, then it came like a bursting dam. "6 years ago, honors history." Jeanette said triumphantly. "I remember her now, very intelligent young girl. If I remember right she went to MIT on a scholarship." "You still have a good memory." she replied. "I still don't get it, are you a friend or relative?" Jeanette asked. "Good on memory, short on deductive reasoning." the woman laughed. "I am Elaine." "You're Elaine?" the teacher said in disbelief. "Yes, I'm Elaine." she said, now only a foot away. "Elaine I apologize, but I really didn't recognize you." "Few people who knew me back then would." Elaine laughed again. "Not unless I put back my glasses and then also put back on an extra 60 or 70 pounds." The mental picture of the younger Elaine abruptly filled Jeanette's mind. She was a short plump girl with few friends but a brilliant mind. Jeanette had made it her business to become her friend and help her explore the potential of her mind. She hadn't really thought of Elaine in years, there'd been so many students since. Yet at the time she and the young girl had almost been as close as Arlene and her had been in her younger days. "Elaine, I don't understand all this." Jeanette said. "Why all of this auction stuff, if you wanted to say hello why didn't you just come up to me and say hello." "I guess I wanted to make an impression." she answered. "But $2,000 to make an impression!" Jeanette said in amazement. "If I recall you went to MIT on a scholarship, your family was barely making ends meet." "That's right, a scholarship you helped me get. But don't worry about the two grand, I was planning to donate five to the scholarship fund anyway." "Five thousand?" Jeanette repeated. Despite her friendship with Arlene, she still wasn't used to dealing with sums like that. "Let me explain it quickly, have you ever heard of a company called Startech?" "That's one of those software companies, isn't it." she answered. "I read about it in one of those articles about the Internet in Time." "That's the one." Elaine replied. "Well anyway, I formed that company in my senior year at MIT along with two of my classmates. When it went public last year, my share of the stock added up to just a little under twelve million." "Well that certainly explains the how, but not the why." "That's pretty simple too." Elaine continued, her voice wavering for the first time. "There were two things I never told you back in high school. The first since I'm here at the resort should be pretty obvious." Jeanette nodded in understanding. "The other thing is that ever since I was 17, I was and I guess still am, in love with you." There was a long pause before Jeanette could manage to say a word. Even then, she simply said. "We have to talk." Part Five Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on one of the beach benches and listened to Elaine's tale. It was both the most incredible and at the same time tragic story she had ever heard. "After my first year at college, I came back to Arrow Lake to see you." Elaine continued. "All through high school I was certain that you had in interest in women, but I never had the nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 I'd found that nerve." Jeanette listened intently, it was like hearing a replay of her own life. I stopped by your house one day just before you got home and waited outside. When your car finally pulled up and you got out, I became certain about three things. The first was that yes, you were a lesbian. The second was that the oriental girl you were with was your lover. And finally, the last thing was "why would I ever have thought that you or anyone else was ever going to be interested in a fat ugly girl like me." "Elaine, the first two were definitely true." Jeanette interjected. "But never the third was never, ever true. If I never realized your interest in me it was because of your age, never because of what you might have looked like." "Well, true or not, I believed it. Thankfully I turned that anger into a positive thing. I learned to spend as much time developing my body as I did my mind. Not a bad result, huh." "No, not a bad result at all." Jeanette said. "In fact, I think you're beautiful." "I've waited six years to hear you say that." Elaine said. "It was worth it." "So now what?' the older woman asked. "All of my life, I've been a great believer in the concept of divergence points. That you have certain points in your life where different elements come together and you can change your destiny. If I hadn't waited for you that afternoon and saw you and your lover, I wouldn't have started taking better care of my body. If I hadn't pulled over one night to help a couple of students stranded with a flat tire, I wouldn't have met John and Sally, my partners at Startech. The key is to learn to recognize those turning points." "And can you?" "Not with certainly, but sometimes too many different things come together to just be a coincidence. I was already leaving the banquet hall when they called your name. When I heard it, I was intrigued enough to come back in to see who also had that name. I never expected it to actually be you. Then when I asked one of the waitresses about the woman you were with and found out that she was just your friend, I knew that I had an opportunity to again change destiny. The rest you know ." "Which leads us to where?" "Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me the opportunity to do this." Elaine said. With that, she pressed forward and kissed Jeanette on the lips, bringing with that kiss, a half dozen years of unrequited love. Elaine was prepared to have all it all end here, her hopes, her dreams, a thousand nights of fantasy. All she wanted was this moment. The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough to give Jeanette the option of continuing or pulling away. When it ended, Elaine paused for a moment, then kissed her again. Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her tongue between her lips and pressed it against Jeanette's. Excitement ripped through her as she felt the other woman's lips part to admit it. When their tongues met, a jolt of electricity passed between them. More kisses followed, alternating between quick soft kisses and long soulful ones. Their hands slid up and down each other's bodies, delighting with each others touch. Softly rubbing her hand against the moist mound between Jeanette's long legs, Elaine began to match the action of her fingers with that of her tongue. Soft expressions of delight began to issue from the older woman. Taking the quiet moans as encouragement, Elaine reached up with her other hand and undid the buttons of Jeanette's blouse. The small buttons quickly gave way, exposing the large pale pink breasts beneath. Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine reached out and placed her hands against her melon sized mounds. The nipples were rock hard and the touch of her slender fingers sent shivers through the older woman's body. The younger woman experimentally ran her fingers back and forth across them, delighting in the sweet sounds emanating from her former teacher's throat. Elaine reached back and pulled at the small bow that held her bikini top in place. It instantly fell away, revealing firm round globes as deeply tanned as the rest of her body. It only took another touch to undo the clip that held the skirt. Even in the moonlight it was apparent that Elaine made a habit of sunbathing totally nude. Elaine looked into her mentor's eyes, quickly loosing herself in their deepness. She couldn't resist kissing Jeanette one more time. While their tongues slide back and forth, Elaine cupped Jeanette's breasts. Then she bent down and replaced her hands with her mouth. The caress of her warm mouth sent a string of encouragement running from Jeanette's lips. Her speech was so low that Elaine couldn't understand everything she was saying. The tone however, was unmistakable. That and the slight pressure against Elaine's head as she was again guided to the hard dark pink nipples. Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles around the wide areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it moved down Jeanette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Her fingers griped the elastic of Jeanette's shorts and pulled them around her ankles. Without conscious thought, Jeanette stepped out of them. Reaching the now thoroughly saturated panties, Elaine took a moment to relish the aroma. An aroma she imagined on countless lonely nights. She kissed each thigh, again and again, before moving on to her prize. Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain white pants, gliding across the priceless pearl with a gentle reverence. She kissed the object of her desire though the thin wet material, then slowly eased off Jeanette's panties. It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving caress. She could feel Jeanette's body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across her clit over and over. Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as Elaine increased the intensity of her tongue's attack. She slid her free hand down between her own legs and slid first one, then two and finally three fingers within herself. She quickly matched the tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue. Sweat ran down the older woman's body as she shook with each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel the rising crest within her and knew that her first orgasm in so many months was near. Elaine darted her tongue in and out of Jeanette's tunnel of love, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up and down the older woman's body to double. The harder Elaine moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated Faster and faster the waves washed over Jeanette, each bringing her closer to an explosion . Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy each second. With a yell, the history teacher climaxed as she hadn't since that last night with Emi. Her body shook for endless seconds as she took in every aspect of her rapture. Elaine followed with her own much smaller orgasm seconds later as her fingers covered with her wetness. A much softer cry on her lips. "Oh my dear God." Jeanette panted as she collapsed against Elaine's kneeing form. "I've missed that so much." What she didn't say as she hugged the younger woman was that it was the fulfillment of her most forbidden sexual fantasy. That of having a sexual encounter with one of her students. Arlene had been so close to the mark earlier that evening it had scared her. She was afraid to even talk about her fantasy. Both women collapsed to the ground, entangled in each others arms. Silently they laid there, caressing and kissing each other's body. Finally, after what seemed an immeasurable span, Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and softly whispered. "My turn." She hoped Elaine would forgive her for ignoring her beautiful breasts, but she would make it up to her later. All she wanted at this moment was to loose herself in the fragrant scent of her womanhood. Elaine seemed to sense this and reached down with her own hands and spread her pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Jeanette dove in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then she brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Elaine's shaking body. Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaine's clit again and again, striking it with a feverish feeling that made her once forbidden lover feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from this talented woman's tongue. . Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned girl insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Elaine as she sucked. Her protege was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the sand. Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to come with sighs and squeals. As she came she took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of Jeanette's dark hair, pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dream lover not to stop until she had come with all her fury. And come she did. With an orgasmic fury that superseded Jeanette's explosion of only a short time before. Never have she reached such a plateau with any previous lover. Not even in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be this wonderful. Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars, Elaine simply moaned in quiet satisfaction, the tone of her voice not reflective of the bodyquake assaulting her. Behind her closed eyes, bursts of starlight blotted out the heavens. As the ripples of passion began to fade, her only fear was that it would never again been this good. "Are you all right?" Jeanette finally asked when the young woman failed to move after a few minutes. "I have never felt so right." Elaine said as she lifted herself up into a sitting position. "I thought we were going to talk about this." Jeanette said as she pulled up along her. "I seem to remember you telling me once that actions speak louder than words." Elaine replied. "And if I really wanted something, I should reach out and grab it." "I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble some day." the teacher grinned. "I hope we have this much trouble every night." Elaine added. "We have six more nights here." The statement hit Jeanette like a brick. The last few hours she had been living in a fantasy world. She didn't have Arlene's passion for casual flings. The thought that this had been one of them now troubled her. "And then we go back to our lives." Jeanette said, a touch of sadness in her voice. "I guess so, but you never know what the future will bring." Elaine responded. "If you say so." Jeanette said, her elation already started to pale in the light of reality. "Remember what I said before, that I was a real believer about divergence points and how some things just seem to fall in place." "Yes." Jeanette answered, feeling more let down with each passing moment. "Well you might have noticed that new building they've been putting up about a half mile from your apartment complex in Arrow Lake, the one by Lake Drive." "I've driven past it." the now confused woman replied. "Well I guess you've never looked at the sign in front." Jeanette just looked more confused. "Future home of Startech" Elaine smiled. "I made the decision to move back home months ago. See what I mean about things coming together at the right place and the right time." "I....I don't know what to say." Jeanette said, her face lighting up once more. "Well, even after the building opens next month, I still have to find a place to sleep. Think you can help me with that?" "I think that together we could come up with something.' Jeanette beamed, suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a glow too long absent." "Good, now that we've got that settled, shut up and kiss me. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for." And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and the teacher the student. Snowbound Part One by Ann Douglas It was the Night Before Christmas.... "Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please have your attention for a moment." the young man in the neatly pressed blue suit said as he stepped in front of the ticket counter. He had to repeat himself several times before the din of the crowd subsided enough for him to be heard. "Oh shit, this can't be good." Ilyssia Giordano thought as she took note of the all too artificial smile on the man's face. "I knew I should have taken the flight out yesterday." She chided herself. Her father always told her it was bad luck to travel on Christmas Eve. In a more perfect world, she would've taken a flight out of Chicago yesterday, and by this time would be on her way to the Bahamas. Instead, she'd been sitting here in O'Hare Airport, spending the day before Christmas watching the snow pile up on the runways for the last four hours. There was no way she was ever going to make her connectioning flight in New York. Peter Sullivan, a fellow Associate in her office, had invited her to spend the holidays with him in a much warmer climate. A glance at her watch reminded her that he would be leaving JFK at 06:30 - three hours from now. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news, folks." the man from the airlines said, now that he had everyone's attention. "The weather people now say the storm won't let up until well after midnight. The earliest take off times we're looking at are tomorrow morning." "Fuck!" Ilyssia said out loud without realizing that she had. The volume of her outburst brought a disapproving look from the old woman standing next to her. At first, Ilyssia thought she would offer an apology, then her anger get the better of her. "Screw you lady!" the 24 year old blond thought. "You'd be pissed off too if you just traded Christmas Eve on the warm beaches of Nassau for the snowy streets of Chicago." When the older woman continued her stare, Ilyssia whimsically stuck her tongue out at her. "Well, I never..." the old woman stammered. "Well, maybe that's your problem." Ilyssia said to her, unable to resist such an old but well used line. With that, Ilyssia's antagonist walked away in a huff. "Well that was fun." Ilyssia thought, "Now what do I do?" It suddenly occurred to her that since she had checked out of her hotel this morning, she had nowhere to stay in Chicago. With the airport, as well as practically every other form of transport in the city, shut down, it was going to be impossible to find someplace to stay. Glancing out the large window, Ilyssia concluded that even if she could find a place, there was no way a cab was going to make it through those streets. "Looks like I'm sleeping here." she said quietly to herself as she ran her hand across her pinned backed hair, rubbing the back of her neck as she remembered the last time she had to sprawl out on one of those hard lounge chairs. At least the trip isn't a total loss, the young woman reassured herself. The extra day she'd spent in Chicago had helped secured her the Davidson account. Seeing as it was worth a half million dollars a year to her firm in advertising fees, she could look forward to a very warm reception from old man Wilson and the rest of the board when she got back to New York. That and a really big Christmas bonus. Most everyone in the office had written off Davidson Electronics, knowing that a rival firm had made them a better offer. That was why they were willing to let an Associate make her own presentation. After all, who wanted to hustle off to the Midwest a few days before Christmas on a lost cause. Well she had showed them. Thinking of the office, Ilyssia thought she should at least call Peter and let him know she was never going to make it. No sense him taking a chance that he might miss his plane waiting for her. Swallowing her disappointment, she headed for the phone bank. Ten minutes later, Ilyssia's disappointment had turned to pure rage. Of course everyone in the office was overjoyed by her success with Davidson, but the key phase there was- everyone in the office. It only took Sally Levin, the receptionist who answered the phone two minutes to mention that Peter had left for the airport over an hour and a half before. More importantly, he hadn't left alone. Not waiting to even see if Ilyssia was going to be able to get back in time, Peter had offered her ticket to Jennifer Maris. "That bitch!" Ilyssia thought as she slammed down the phone. She could imagine the silicone breasted redhead taking her place on the plane, in the Bahamas, and in Peter's bed. It wasn't that Jennifer would be humping Peter that so offended Ilyssia. After all, even though she and Peter had gone out a few times, ending up in bed together the following morning-it had always been a casual thing. What really pissed her off was the fact that Jennifer would be screwing him on her bed, on her beach, and on her vacation!" Spending the next hour and a half roaming the airport, Ilyssia despaired of finding even a halfway comfortable place to sack out. More seasoned travelers had already staked out the more comfortable spots. In addition, she felt guilty about antagonizing that old woman. "A great way to spend Christmas," she thought." She's probably a grandmother with a dozen grandkids." Up ahead, she saw one of those volunteer Santas, collecting money for poor kids. She could see that the Santa was an older man, with an actual white beard. The traditional setting made her think of happier holidays back home. Passing the Santa, she saw that his iron pot only held a handful of change. Dropping two tens in his pot bought her a very cheery Merry Christmas as well as a somewhat soothed conscience. "Thank you very much, young lady." the Santa had said. "I wish for you, the Merriest Christmas ever." With a brighter step, she continued her odyssey, this take taking the time to notice all the Christmas displays and humming along with the carols being played over the PA system. "Robby, you're a life saver." the salt and pepper haired man said into the receiver of a pay phone. "I'll expect you in about an hour." The small piece of conversation on the other side of the wall caused Ilyssia to stop in mid-step. It struck a familiar cord. Ilyssia was sure she knew that voice, but couldn't get a good look at the owner. The high walls of the phone bank hid his face. Carefully she made her way across the obstacle course that was normally a thriving air terminal. Try as she could, she just could it get a good look at him as she moved. All she could tell was that he was tall, nearly a good foot taller than her five foot four frame. Dressed in an soft tan overcoat, the man looked much younger than his years. Certainly not the fifty-two his drivers license proclaimed him to be. At the last second, Ilyssia realized that he had turned the other way after hanging up the phone. By the time she managed to get around another stack of piled up luggage, he would be gone. "Mr. O'Shaughnessey!" she called out as loud as she could, waving her hand in the air to get his attention. Realizing at the same moment that she was going to look pretty stupid if she was wrong. A smile filled her face as the tall man turned at the sound of his name. He looked around for a moment, perplexed as to who had called him. "Mr. O'Shaughnessey!" Ilyssia repeated, this time getting his attention. Seeing the rather attractive young woman waving to him, Sean Michael O'Shaughnessey was more than a little confused. He had no idea who she was, or what she could want with him. "Mr. O'Shaughnessey, I can't believe I'm running into you here of all places." Ilyssia grinned as she caught up to the older man. "Excuse me, Miss." he smiled, ever the gentleman. "Can I help you with something?" The look of puzzlement on his ever so familiar features cause Ilyssia to laugh. It had after all been at least two years since he had seen her last. And while he hadn't appeared to have changed a bit, she had definitely undergone a renaissance. "You really don't recognize me, do you?" she laughed. "I'm not sure," came his reply. "I think...." Then it hit him. She was a lot slimmer than the last time he'd seen her, and the hair wasn't blond back then-more a dirty brown. And of course that flawless smile had been hidden by a set of braces. "Lisa Giordano!" Sean exclaimed in recognition. "Well look at you, I can't believe it!" "Boy, it's been a long time since anyone's called me Lisa." she smiled. "I use Ilyssia now. "I remember how you used to hate that name." Sean chuckled. "Well, I sort of grew into it." she smiled back. "So you did." he agreed. "I can't get over how much you've changed." "Well, it was like you always told me, Mr. O'Shaughnessey." she replied. "You just have to believe in yourself and not worry about what anyone else thinks of you." "Did I say that?" Sean laughed. "I must've been quite a smart fellow once upon a time. And you can do away with all that Mr. O'Shaughnessey stuff, you're all grown up now. I answer to either Sean or hey you." "Okay Sean it is then. You were that and a lot more." she answered back. Back when Ilyssia Giordano had been just plain Lisa, she had been friends with Kimberly O'Shaughnessey, Sean's youngest daughter. As a matter of fact, she'd even been the maid of honor at Kimberly's wedding four years back. A fact that surprised her at the time since she had once dated the groom. But it hadn't seem to matter to Kim at the time. As warm as the memories of her friendship with Kimberly were, they paled against those involving Sean O'Shaughnessey. At one time or another, it seemed like he was a 'favorite uncle' to almost every kid in the neighborhood. He was never too busy to lend a helping hand. "So what brings you to Chicago?" Sean asked. Ilyssia quickly told him all about the Davidson account, and how, since they had all but written it off, they let her fly out here to take one last stab at it. Sean seemed quite impressed that she had managed to sign them up. She decided to leave out the part about Peter Sullivan and the trip to the Bahamas. Sean was far from a prude, but she didn't what him to think less of her for planning to shack up with a casual friend for a few days of sun, fun and sex. "I always knew you'd accomplish great things." Sean laughed. "Make all those old fogies sit up and take notice." Ilyssia was surprised to realize how much his admiration suddenly meant to her. "And how did you find yourself trapped here?" she asked in return. Sean explained that his company had a distribution problem with their Chicago outlet and they needed to have it straightened out before Christmas day. It was a small matter really, but one which needed an on site approach and couldn't be handled over the phones. "But why you?" Ilyssia asked curiously, "After all, you're one of the partners. I'm sure you have a lot of bright young men who could've come out here and handled that." "A lot of bright young women as well." Sean added, reminding Ilyssia that he had offered her a job right out of college as well. "But I really didn't feel right pulling one of them away from their families so close to Christmas. I really didn't have any plans other than visiting the kids, so I hopped on the plane and here I am." Ilyssia smiled. That was so like him. Who ever said that a nice guy couldn't run a successful business had never met Sean O'Shaughnessey. With his two partners, he'd built a small one town business into a multi-million dollar company. "You're never going to change." Ilyssia commented. "I hope not." Sean replied. "I'm way too old to start over. You know what they say about old dogs and new tricks." "You are never going to be old." the blond girl laughed. Sean laughed himself. "Tell that to my body," he grinned. "My brain keeps insisting that it's still only 21 but my body says otherwise. Sometimes very forcefully." "Well it's really great running into you here." Ilyssia said. "At least I have someone to talk to while we wait out the storm." "Wouldn't you rather have a warm bed somewhere to spend the night?" Sean asked. >From anyone else, Ilyssia would've immediately took that as a pick up line. Seeing it came from Sean, the thought never crossed her mind. "I had a warm bed. Unfortunately I checked out of it to try and catch the flight. If I hadn't been in such a hurry, I'd still be there." She said. "And even if I could get a cab in this mess, I doubt there'd be room at the inn." "Well, I know of a motel not far from here where I'm sure you could get a room." Sean smiled. "In fact, I was on the phone with the owner when you found me. He's holding a room for me now and I'm sure he'd be able to come up with something for you as well. We're old Army buddies. Let me give him a call back." "Looks like some things never change," Ilyssia grinned. "You're still bailing the kids out of trouble." A quick phone call told Sean that his friend was unavailable at the moment, but that he'd sent one of his workers out to the airport in a 4x4 to pick him up. They should be there in about 45 minutes. "Well I'm sure he'll be able to come up with something once we get there." Sean said as he told Ilyssia. "What say we get a cup of coffee and warm up while we wait." "Sounds fine to me." Ilyssia said, the prospect of trading a hard plastic chair for a soft bed already warming her deep inside. Luck was with them as they entered the closest shop. A couple were just getting up from a booth. They ordered coffee and spent a few minutes catching up. Ilyssia told him all about life in New York, at least the sanitized version that she normally told family members. She was sure that Sean wouldn't react the same way as her parents had when they learned that their 'little girl', as they still referred to her, hadn't been a little girl since her 17th birthday. That was when she had let Tommy Mallory put his thing inside of her. An event that happened more and more frequently the older she got. Ilyssia was far from what anyone could call promiscuous, but she was a sexually aggressive woman and not afraid to go after what she wanted. Sean, in turn, brought her up to date on the doings in Spring Valley. Ilyssia took in every word, surprising herself at how interested she was in what her friends lives were now like. "And you know Kimberly had twins last summer." Sean was saying as he sipped his coffee. "Johnny's taking over his father's lumber business couldn't have come at a better time." The image of Johnny North, now Sean's son-in-law came to mind. Of course the image that Ilyssia kept was much different than the one carried in the older man's wallet. In Ilyssia's image, Johnny was both naked and muscular, holding a cock the size of which that you rarely saw outside of a porno flick. If she learned nothing else about Johnny during the spring they had been an item, it was that he was equally fantastic in bed. No lover since had equaled those two fantastic months. She envied her friend when she considered that Kim had him in bed with her every night. Well, it had been her decision to end the relationship, she reminded herself. As good as they were in bed together, they shared much different dreams. Johnny had no greater goal than to one day run the family business. A goal she was now glad to hear he had reached. She, on the other hand, had her sights set higher-and spending her best years in Spring Valley wasn't part of the plan. "And how is Amanda doing?" Ilyssia asked, immediately realizing that she had made a stupid blunder. "I hear she's doing fine." Sean said unemotionally, taking another sip of his coffee. "I'm sorry, I asked without thinking." she apologized. "That's okay," he said. "She's someone you know and it's only natural for you to ask about her." he paused a moment, then added, "If you'll excuse me a few minutes, I need to use the facilities. Another problem with growing older." he grinned. "Damn, that was stupid!" Ilyssia admonished herself. "How could I ask him about Amanda. What was I thinking?" Amanda Murphy O'Shaughnessey was Kimberly's mother and Sean's wife of over 30 years. That was until their divorce last year. They had been married when Sean was 18 and she had just turned 17. Over three decades, they had raised 4 children and saw 6 grandchildren come into their life as well. Then one day it all came apart. Rumor had it that Sean came home unexpectedly one day and found Amanda in a compromising position with one of her students. She was a professor of English literature at the local community college. No one in town was really sure, since Sean hadn't made an issue of it at the divorce hearing. He had simply said they had irreconcilable differences and Amanda hadn't contested that statement. Actually, one other person in Spring Valley did know what happened. Amanda had frantically called her daughter right after Sean walked out. Kimberly, needing someone to talk to, someone she trusted but still distant enough to keep anyone in town from knowing, had called Ilyssia in New York. Considering her own somewhat sexually adventurous background, Ilyssia shouldn't have been shocked by the story Kimberly confided in her-but she was. It wasn't the sort of thing that she imaged happened in their home town. Of course she was wrong about that. Things like that happened in small towns everywhere. They just didn't get talked about as much as in the big cities. Sean had indeed found Amanda on the floor of their basement party room with one of her students, both of them wearing less clothes than you'd see on the beach. What no one knew was that aside from the sandy haired 20 year old, who's cock was at that moment siding in and out of the 48 year old woman's mouth, there was a second, similarly clad, young man who was busy burying his own cock between her legs. Standing beside them was a third young man, totally naked and stroking his cock, eager to join in on the fun. A dozen possible actions had flashed through Sean's mind as he beheld the orgy going on in his own home. The most extreme of which was to grab the shotgun he kept in the next room and blow them all to hell. Few people in this small town would've convicted him under these circumstances. Instead he simply stood there until he knew Amanda had seen him. Then he simply turned and walked away. He never came back to the house and never saw Amanda again until the day of the divorce hearing. He had sent his three sons to pack up all his things and move them into a new house he rented. What not even Kimberly understood was the real reason Sean had simply walked out of a 30 year marriage. The obvious reason, that his wife was screwing around on him was also the wrong reason. Sean O'Shaughnessey was no innocent babe in the woods, especially in sexual matters. Back when they'd first been married, before the kids had started coming with astonishing regularity, he and Amanda had led a somewhat sexually adventurous life of their own. They were young, and it was the 60's after all. They'd been at parties where they'd swapped partners, had a third in bed with them-of both sexes. Amanda had even had a brief same sex affair during their second year of marriage. Then when the first baby came, they both decided it was time to settle down and put their games aside. It was the knowledge that Amanda had started those games without his knowledge that bothered him the most. He later found out that she had been bedding students for the better part of ten years. Yet even that he could've dealt with. What he couldn't come to terms with was the fact that she had come to him almost a year before and told him that she no longer had any interest in having sexual relations and she would appreciate it if he wouldn't make any demands on her in that area. It hadn't been a turn of events that he envisioned at that point in their life together. After all, they'd had a still active sex life. Still, it was a request he had to respect. Amanda had hinted that if he felt that he had to go elsewhere to take care of his needs, she would understand. But that wasn't the kind of man Sean O'Shaughnessey was, as she well knew. So in spite of many opportunities, since he was still an attractive man, he had remained celibate since that day. "I saw the jeep from the motel outside." Sean said as he came back to the table. "We'd better get going." They had stored their larger luggage in one of the lockers and only took a small bag each. Better to travel light since they would be back here in the morning. The quarter mile trip to the motel took almost a half hour in the bad weather. If it wasn't for their driver's skill with the 4x4, they would've been involved in at least two accidents. By the time they arrived, Sean wondered if perhaps they might've been safer staying back at O'Hare. "Here we are, safe and sound." the young woman behind the wheel said as if she could read Sean's mind. "Watch your step when you go up the walk, I know they salted it before I left but it can still get icy in this wind." Both Ilyssia and Sean thanked her for the ride and hurried inside. Chicago was certainly living up to her nickname as 'the windy city'. No sooner had they stepped inside and began to dust the snow from their coats when the air was shattered by a booming voice. "Sean, you miserable old SOB, how the hell are you?" called out the gray bearded man from behind the counter. Sean smiled as the voice's owner spun around in his wheelchair and rolled himself out from behind the counter, quickly moving to shake Sean's hand. "Damn, it's good to see you again." Bobby Wilson said as he energetically pumped his friend's hand. "Bobby, you look great." Sean replied with enthusiasm in his voice. He released his friend's hand to instead give him a bear hug. Ilyssia watched as the two men embraced, wondering what the relationship between them was. It was obvious that they were close friends. Sean had mentioned that they had been Army buddies, but until an hour ago she couldn't have imagined this gentle man in the military. "And this is Lisa, I mean Ilyssia Giordano." Sean said as he motioned to his companion. "Any friend of Sean's is always welcome." Bobby said, the wicked gleam in his eyes very evident to Ilyssia. Part Two "Did your desk clerk tell you that we'd need an extra room for Ilyssia?" Sean asked. "An extra room?" Bobby repeated. "No, he just told me that you'd called and said that you were bringing a girl with you. I just assumed that...." Seeing where Bobby was headed, Sean quickly cut him off. "Bobby, she's a friend of my daughter's." he said in a lower tone. "I happened to run into her at the airport." "Shit, Sean, I believe you." Bobby replied. "But even if that idiot clerk had gotten your phone message straight, I don't have another room to be had. I've even had my staff quad up in order to rent out their rooms." Sean turned and looked at Ilyssia for a moment, a look of apology on his face. "Of course I suppose I could give her my room and bunk in with you." Bobby mused. "I did save you my best room, it's up on the second floor." Sean realized the offer Bobby was making. Ever since he lost the use of his legs, Bobby never slept anywhere but on the first floor of a building. He had a terrible fear of fire and was forever worried about being trapped on the second floor. "No, Bobby, that won't be necessary." Sean said. "We'll make do." "I'll do it, you know that." Bobby said. "I know you would, but I don't want you to." Sean said. "All right, but you know how I feel about you, pal." Bobby said. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be laying in a plot in some Veteran's Cemetery instead of in this chair. It might not have been a perfect life, but it's still a life." The bearded man had caught Ilyssia's interest. He could tell that she'd been wondering about the connection between the two men. "Don't let this old fart fool you." Bobby said to Ilyssia. "He's one of the bravest men I've ever known." "Bobby, let's not get into this." Sean said, somewhat embarrassed. "It was back in '65, when old LBJ was President." Bobby said, determined to tell his story. "We were two of the lucky one's who got to spend their summer vacations in beautiful, tropical, South Vietnam." Sean was now clearly annoyed but Ilyssia was totally fascinated. Bobby was talking about names and places she's only seen in a history book. "We were on guard duty one night in Tuy Hoa, up by Highway One, when Charlie opened up with a motor barrage." Bobby said as his eyes saw images from decades past. "So like the brave soul I was, I froze. Just like that, scared stiff. Then the lights go out as I catch some fragments from a round that landed way too close. Next thing I know, Sean here grabs hold of me and carries me into a ditch, saving what was left of my miserable life." "Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you. There was nothing brave about it." Sean interjected. "I was diving for the ditch and you were between me and it. I had to knock you into it in order to get by." "Bullshit!" Bobby thundered. "I'm not going to sit here and let this little lady think you were some kind of coward." Quickly he turned his attention back to Ilyssia. "What he's not telling you, pretty lady, is that once the shelling stopped, Charlie started to storm the base. Sean here picks me up and carries me a half mile through the jungle and around the flank of the VC attack. All the while, the SOB is bleeding like a mother fu.... er like a stuck pig, from a fragment he caught in his own leg. It was enough to get us both shipped home " Ilyssia knew the story was true. She'd seen the long jagged scar on Sean's leg numerous times over the years when she'd been over to swim in the O'Shaughnessey's pool. Sean would never explain how he'd got it, just that it was an old injury. "Okay, history lessons over." Sean said, changing the subject. "I think it's time we turned in." "Room 214." Bobby said as he handed them a set of keys, now satisfied that he'd said his piece. "Just off the top of the stairs." As Sean leaned over to take to keys, Bobby whispered too low for Ilyssia to hear. "I'm afraid it only has a double bed, pal." he said. "But maybe you can string a blanket across the middle like they did in those old movies." he laughed. "Bobby never changes." Sean thought as he picked up his bag and began to follow Ilyssia up the stairs. "He's still incorrigible. But then, that's why I still love him so." True to his word, Bobby had saved the best room in the house for his friend. It wasn't the Hilton, but it was more than comfortable. Most of the rooms on the first floor had been cut in half and reconstructed to accommodate the hourly trade. "It's pretty nice, you have to admit." Sean noted. "Right now, all I care about is that it has a hot shower." Ilyssia said. "I feel like I've been in these clothes for days." "Well the bathroom's all yours." Sean said as he tossed his bag on the bed and opened it to get out his stuff. The sound of running water filled the room as he heard Ilyssia turn on the shower. Sean tried to block out the image of the young woman behind the thin door, now devoid of clothes and stepping under the warm stream. There was no denying that Lisa, now Ilyssia had grown into a quite desirable young woman. In fact, she was even more attractive that her mother at her age. The Giordano's had been one of the first couples they had become friendly with when they moved to Spring Valley. After first meeting Donna Giordano, Sean was almost sorry that they had left their spouse swapping days behind them. He didn't blame Bobby for assuming that he had brought her there to help warm his bed. As if a young woman like that would be interested in an old fossil like him. Still a man could fantasize, no harm in that after all. Sitting in the room, continuing to listen to the sound of running water through the thin walls, Sean thought back to when Kimberly and Lisa were still teens. It wasn't uncommon for the two of them, as well as some of their friends, to sleep over. Many Sunday mornings he would come down to the living room and find a half dozen girls in various types of undergarments spread around the room. Most of them totally oblivious of the effect their budding bodies were having on the male of the species. At least in those early years because he suspected that as they grew they learned that lesson rather quickly. He had to suppress a smile as he thought of the night he caught his youngest son, Kevin, spying on the girls after Kimberly's 16th birthday party. The 14 year old was hiding in the hallway and playing with his cock as he tried to get a look while the girls changed clothes. Getting that look himself as he sent Kevin back to his room, Sean realized that none of them were little girls anymore. Heading up the stairs, Sean noticed that like his son, he was sporting a first class hard on. The next morning, Amanda commented that she couldn't remember the last time he'd come to bed so horny or when they'd spent so much of the night making love. Yes, it didn't hurt to fantasize. The hot water splashing against her skin felt so good to Ilyssia. How much better this was than spending the night in the airport. She let her mind drift as she soaped up the wash rag and ran it across her small, rounded breasts. Imagine Sean O'Shaughnessey being some kind of hero in Vietnam. Someone who actually did some of the things in the history books she read in school. She couldn't imagine anyone having done something like that and then keeping it a secret all these years. Ilyssia had always had somewhat of a crush on Kimberly's dad. She thought most of the girl's in their circle did. Of all the dad's they thought he was the coolest. Even on those nights when they huddled together and talked about who they'd like to do it with, Mr. O'Shaughnessey's name sometimes found it's way into the discussion. Of course never when Kimberly was around, and always with the provision that 'if only he wasn't so much older than they were." It was funny, she thought as she ran the washcloth between her legs, the gap between their ages didn't seem so big now. Even though he was now past fifty, he seemed closer to her 24 years then when he was only 42 and she was 16. "I guess that's because we're both adults now." Ilyssia thought as she took hold of her long hair and ran the hot water through it. "I guess the older you get, the less age matters." She thought of Cynthia Moskowitz, a girl who had worked for the firm last summer. She had left to marry a much older man. He was 56 and she was 23. People kept saying how she was throwing her life away. After all, most of the girls in the office said, it wasn't like the guy was rich or anything. He wasn't even handsome, most said. The bulk of men in the office just kind of smirked and whispered comments to each other about how the groom was a luck so and so. Ilyssia remembered being close enough to hear when Sally Levin cornered Cynthia in the ladies room one afternoon and actually asked her how she could go to bed with such an old guy. Rather than be intimidated by her presumption, Cynthia looked Sally right in the eyes and said it was easy-because he was a great fuck! She added that Sally could keep on humping the teenage delivery boys, something that was almost an open secret among the girls in the office, but that there was no substitute for experience. "I wonder what it would be like," Ilyssia asked herself. "To actually sleep with Sean." It was a question she had considered many times as a teenager, but this was the first time it had been answered by a sudden tingling between her legs. As he heard the water in the bathroom shut off, Sean was considering the sleeping arrangements for the night. While the king size bed was certainly large enough for both of them, perhaps prudence dictated that he take the couch. It didn't look too uncomfortable. While it would never occur to him to take advantage of the situation, he didn't trust himself not to innocently roll over during the night and reach out for the warm body next to him. He still had erotic dreams some nights and would rather not tempt fate. It might be too embarrassing. "Oh that felt great." Ilyssia said as she stepped out of the bathroom, her now clean body concealed only by the small wrap around towel that she'd found inside. Stripped of the plain travel suit she'd been wearing at the airport, it was immediately obvious how much Ilyssia had changed in the years since the last time Sean had seen her. The long blond hair which had been wrapped up in a bun now hung free around her shoulders. Just below her hair, only partially concealed by the cheap towel, stood a pair of round, firm breasts. Below the other end of the covering, which ended only a inch or so below her crotch, stretched out a pair of long smooth legs. "Bathroom's all yours." she smiled with a warmth that could melt the snow piled up on the windowsill. "Definitely the couch." Sean said to himself as he stepped past Ilyssia into the bathroom. The bathroom mirror was still steamed up as Sean began to shave. Thankfully he had been doing it for so long that he could do it by touch alone. Wiping the last of the lather from his face, he caught the last vestiges of Ilyssia's perfume in the air. It had the scent of jasmine. "Ah, if only it was 1971 again." Sean mused, remembering what it had been like when he was Ilyssia's age. Sean initially turned on the shower' cold water, both to clear his head and to help take care of the small matter of an erection he'd gotten from watching her march across the room. Some things were still the same after all. He could have taken advantage of his hard on and masturbated, he'd gotten quite good at that lately, but the lack of a lock on the bathroom door put that idea far from his mind. Not that he expected her to walk in on him or anything like that, but it was possible for her to hear him. He remembered the sound the toilet seat in his old house use to make when one of the boys used to be in there playing with themselves. Actually it made pretty much the same sound when Kimberly used it for the same purpose. Until he saw her come walking out, he had been sure it was one of the boys in there. Ever the caring father, he took the time to grease the bolts holding down the seat, eliminating the noise for good. Switching the temperature to hot, Sean closed his eyes and wallowed in the tepid torrent. His body didn't used to hurt so much. He made a note to find time in his schedule to get to the health club more. Running his hands through his short hair, he took note that the salt and pepper hair was more of the former than the latter. Well he should be happy, he told himself, too many of his friends had all lost their hair. Washing his balls, he discovered that despite the cold shower, his erection was still partially there. He slid his hand up and down the length of his cock, enjoying the feel of his soapy touch. "Little chance of Ilyssia hearing me in here." the older man thought as he began pumping his cock back to it's original hardness. Sean kept his eyes closed as he leaned back against the tile wall and played with his cock. Later on, he knew, he would be angry with himself. It wasn't right that he always found himself having only solitary sex. Once of these days he really should take up one of those offers of dinner and such that the women around him kept dropping. But for now, he was content just to rest against the wall and enjoy the sensations. "Can I help you with that?" Sean suddenly heard a soft voice ask him, a voice only inches away. Before he could even open his eyes, he felt the touch of a gentle hand replace his own around his pulsating cock. "Lisa!" Sean called out as he realized the situation. "Don't freak out on me now." she smiled as she pressed her naked body against his, running her free hand through his soapy chest hairs. "I think I'm probably as nervous as you are right now. If I stop to think about what I'm doing, I'm going to loose my nerve. Sean opened his mouth to respond but found his words cut off as Ilyssia's lips pressed against his, her tongue invading his mouth. The young woman wasn't giving him any time to think about what was happening. Five minutes before, Ilyssia had steeled her nerve and opened the bathroom door just enough to peek in. She recognized the way Sean had looked at her when she'd come out of the bathroom. The 24 year old had seen it on enough men over the years. She had also noticed the rising bulge in his pants as he excused himself into the bathroom. It was now or never. That small tingle she'd experienced earlier had blossomed into a flame as she watched Sean strip. She didn't expect him to have the body of a 30 year old, but what she saw wasn't bad. Obviously Sean paid attention to his physical well being. Much of his body hair was a mixture of gray/white, especially that around his cock. That, however, was as long and hard as any guy her age. Dropping the small towel to the floor, the young blond took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Ilyssia, we shouldn't be doing this." Sean said as he broke the kiss. "I'm old enough to be your father, and you're a ......" "I'm a grown woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it." Ilyssia completed his sentence. "And you're not my father, so let's not even go there." It was hard to argue with a young woman holding your cock. That was a fact that Sean had learned very early in life. It was equally obvious that Ilyssia wasn't about to relinquish her prize. "Fuck!" Sean said in exasperation, knowing that he didn't have the will power to say no a second time. "I thought you'd never ask." Ilyssia laughed as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Dropping to her knees in the tight shower, the young woman quickly guided Sean's cock into her waiting mouth. A sudden rush ran though her as she thought about what she was doing. It was almost like incest. An idea that also occurred to Sean as she looked down at the naked form of his almost-daughter. Captivated, Sean watched his hard cock slide in and out of her eager mouth, delighting in the wonderful sensations her tongue produced as it swirled up and down his manhood. It would take a lot more than a sudden act of conscience to make him stop this now. The building would have to be burning down, and even then he might hesitate a little. "Oh God, yes!" he moaned as Ilyssia ran her darting tongue down the entire 7" length of his cock and down across his balls. "Oh baby, yes." Ilyssia never enjoyed a blow job more. Hearing his words of encouragement just drove her to want more. She slid his cock back into her mouth, letting it slide as far back as it would go. She felt Sean's hands at the back of her head as he began to fuck her mouth. Having him take an active part in their play just added to the turn on. She let it go on for a little while longer, then managed to free her mouth. "I don't want you to come so easily." she said as she stood back up. Sean understood her concern. Long gone were the days when he could shoot his load and be ready to go twenty minutes later. In fact, it had been so long since he'd had a blow job, it was a wonder that he hadn't exploded into her mouth as soon as she started. Ilyssia continued to play with the wet hair on his broad chest. Few of her lovers had any chest hair at all, the current rage being to have a smooth body. Nibble fingers played with his nipples, finding them highly sensitive. On impulse, she replaced her fingers with her tongue, bringing another series of moans from Sean. "Why don't we move to the bed." Sean suggested as he began to feel the water splashing them both beginning to cool. "Excellent idea." Ilyssia smiled, giving Sean's cock one last playful tug. They didn't even bother drying off. Although she was half his size, Ilyssia was clearly going to be the aggressor. She pushed Sean onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Straddling his chest, she leaned down and pressed her breasts against his face, guiding her own nipples to Sean's mouth. Sean eagerly accepted the rounded young globes. He could remember when Ilyssia was still a flat chested teen, sure she would never develop. She had been so excited when they finally appeared, trying to draw everyone's attention to the then small mounds. Well she certainly had no trouble getting anyone to notice them now. He ran his tongue across her small dark circles, bringing her eraser shaped nipples to a firm hardness. Her skin was so warm to the touch. Passionately, he began to cover them with kisses before taking one of her nubs into his mouth. His tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller woman. "Oh that feels nice." Ilyssia gushed as Sean moved to her other breast, continuing to caress the first with his hand. "I can see what Cynthia meant by the advantages of experience." she added silently. As Sean continued to feast on her young breasts, Ilyssia stretched her body along the length of his. Lifting her ass up and down, she began to massage his cock with her pussy, making it wetter than ever. She couldn't wait until he was inside her, but reminded herself that there was no need to rush. After all, they had all night. In no time at all, the blond tressed woman reached the edge of orgasm. It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. Relishing the fire racing up and down her body, Ilyssia decided to find out what else experience was good for. Lifting herself totally off Sean for a few moments, she moved to the head of the bed. Once again she straddled the older man. This time she was higher up, at a point where her wet cunt stood poised just above his face. A face filled with a broad smile, something she rarely noticed on most of her much younger lovers. For the most part, they usually they just looked at cunnilingus as something they had to endure in order to get to the good stuff. Ilyssia had no sooner lowered herself within easy reach when she felt Sean's own nimble tongue going to work. Driving it up deep inside her, she felt it quickly locate her clit and begin to play a melody on it. She could feel her juices surging under his ministrations. A climax wouldn't be long in coming. And what a climax it was. Ilyssia felt her entire body tremble as all the air seemed to suck out of her lungs. The beat of her heart was like a trip hammer as she grabbed the headboard with her outstretched hands and braced herself. "Omigod!!!" was the only word she could manage as one of the best orgasms of her life sent her to a land of dreams. The dream lasted only seconds in the real world, but they were the longest seconds of her young life. All the strength seemed to fade out of her body as she collapsed on top of Sean. He cradled her in his arms, kissing her gently over and over. At the same time, he continued to stroke her breasts with his other hand. "Oh, I could really get to like this." Ilyssia purred as she snuggled up against his hairy chest. "Take a few minutes to catch your breath." Sean said as he kissed her on the forehead. "Then it's my turn." They laid there for about fifteen minutes, just enjoying the comfort of each other's body. Then Sean eased himself out from under her and stood on the side of the bed. Out of the corner of her eye, Ilyssia could see that he was once again hard. Taking hold of each of her hips with his large hands, he guided the much smaller woman into a position where she was facing away from him on all fours. He took hold of his cock and rubbed it back and forth a little, making sure it was as hard as it could be. Then, taking a step forward, he pressed the head of his manhood against her waiting hole. Ilyssia arched her back, burying her face in the softness of the pillows beneath her. Rotating her hips back and forth, she rubbed her pussy against his cockhead, coating it with her juices. A soft push backwards caused her tunnel to spread open as she eased him within her. "Ohhhh." she moaned as she felt him enter her. Rather that simply thrust himself up inside her as she expected him to do, Ilyssia felt his cockhead gently move in and out, never moving more than a half inch at a time. Her sugar walls closed tight around him as the gentle vibration resounded throughout her body. With each repetition, he moved deeper inside of her. A corresponding increase in the pleasure accompanying the depth of his passage. "Oh yes....deeper ... deeper." Ilyssia moaned into the pillow. Faster and faster Sean moved inside of her, the speed of his thrusts increasing with each movement. He'd moved onto the bed by this time, his hand tightly wrapped around her waist to keep her from crashing into the headboard. The beat of his balls against her asscheeks was the only sound in the room, save that of both their labored breaths. Finally, after endless moments of anticipation, Ilyssia felt Sean's body began to tense, a warning that he had reached the edge of his self control. She was amazed he had lasted this long. She pressed her body back against his, adding her own energy to the explosion she knew to be imminent. At the same time she reached down under her own body to find her inflamed love button. Frantically she added her own fuel to the conflagration within her. She felt her new lover suddenly stop his forward motion and knowing that this was it, stopped as well. She wanted to savor the moment. Then his body shuddered, triggering volcanic waves within her as well. Her pussy exploded as she felt the first burst of the older man's cum fill her body. Raw, violent bodyquakes shook her form, radiating outward until they filled the core of her being. Her climax earlier had only been an overture to a symphony. No lover had ever brought her to this level before. Even Johnny had been a rank amateur when now measured against his father-in-law. Now it was Sean's turn to drop exhausted on the bed. Thankfully he landed alongside Ilyssia rather than on top of her. Her pussy still tingling from the excitement of their lovemaking, Ilyssia shifted her position until her head was now laying alongside Sean's now semi-soft cock. Gently, she took it into her mouth, licking up the sweet mixture of both their nectars. It was a taste she truly loved. "Oh that was great." Sean said as he laid back on the bed, his eyes still closed. "It has been so very long." It was then that Ilyssia realized that she had been his first woman since he had left his wife. In a way she felt honored. "I have been fantasizing about this since I was 16 years old." she said as she shifted her body and kissed him once again, the flavor of their lovemaking still on her lips. Sean had know way of knowing she was exaggerating, but she wanted tonight to be as special as it could be for him. She had actually wondered what it would be like to have slept with him when she was 16, but that was only the abstract fantasy of a young girl. The reality was so much better as a grown woman. "To tell the truth," Sean said. "I fantasized about you a few times back then myself." "Really?" Ilyssia asked, knowing he was telling the truth. "Was it worth the wait?" "Definitely." Sean smiled as he kissed her again. They laid there in each others arms for the longest time, watching the snow continue to fall outside the window. Neither of them made it home for Christmas and they made love at least twice a day for the next few days. The old Santa had been right. It definitely had been a very, Merry Christmas. END Special Delivery Amy Choi stood by the open window of her 16th floor apartment and watched the sun slowly fade beneath the horizon. It was Friday night and the 36 year old Korean was not looking forward to another night of what the television networks insisted on calling "must see TV." Amy really hated the winter, with darkness falling as soon as she got home. That and the long hours she had been putting in at work lately had given her a first class case of the blues. She"d left work early in order to stop off at D"Angelo"s book store to pick up the latest Anne O' Donnell book that she ordered. In keeping with the way this day had unfolded, the book had not come in. Amy had been really looking forward to reading that novel over the weekend. A successful businesswoman, the short black haired woman had been divorced for four years. The cause had been listed in the court papers as irreconcilable differences. In reality it had come down to her husband"s inability to accept the fact that she been more successful in her chosen career than he had been in his. Originally she"d had a dinner engagement for this evening, but that had fallen through when her date had hurt his back playing handball. It was no great loss, she told herself. Stephen Shapiro was a nice guy and all, but he wasn"t really anything more than someone to have dinner with. Dancing afterwards was also a possibility. Then again, if things really went well, an early morning breakfast might"ve been in the cards as well. In retrospect, Amy thought it was the last possibility that she was really missing. It had been too long since she"d had male companionship in her life. She might as well be honest with herself, she was looking forward to having a man in her bed come the morning. "Might as well face it," Amy said to herself. "Looks like its another Friday night with a couple of D batteries for companionship." That idle thought made her remember that the last time she had wanted to use her "old reliable" the batteries had been dead. "There should be a fresh pack in the junk draw." she recalled, deciding to make sure while it was still early enough to go out to the corner store if there wasn"t. The junk draw, as Amy liked to call it, was the large top draw of the buffet in her small dining room. Filled with papers, small booklets-old bills and assorted odds and ends, she was always promising herself that she would sit down one day and clean it out. As it was, it was so full that she was barely able to open the draw. "I really have to clean this." she admitted as she finally pulled it open, sending some of the overflow spilling onto the floor. Sifting through the pile, she quickly found the batteries. She also found two years worth of birthday and various other holiday cards. Enough pens and pencils to equip a first grade class. A combination lock to which she had long ago forgotten the combination, and a varied collection of souvenirs. Carefully she sorted through a pile of envelopes. Old bills, advertisements, two letters she had written to friends, but had forgotten to mail. A bright red envelope caught her eyes. Popping it open and shaking it out, a card fell into her hand. "I can"t believe I kept this." Amy said as she turned over the small embossed business card. She remembered the day she had won the card. She had been attending what was supposed to be a serious business luncheon, but instead turned out to be just another meeting of the old boys network. Originally, Peter Larson was supposed to be her company"s representative, but he had a family emergency at the last moment. The other members of the circle were quite surprised when she walked in and sat down. Still, she always tried to fit in and keep her contacts current. In was in that spirit that she tossed in her twenty dollars for their monthly raffle, even if she wasn"t exactly sure what they were raffling off. It must be something worthwhile, she concluded. With over twenty people around the table, the pot was almost five hundred dollars. The funny look on the face of the guy collecting the money should have told her that something was wrong. That look was reflected across the table when it turned out she was holding the winning ticket. "I guess this is my lucky day." Amy laughed as she reached for the prize envelope in the middle of the table." She wondered what the prize was as she dropped the envelope into her purse. Probably theater tickets or something like that. She wondered why some of the men around the table were grinning from ear to ear. She noticed Jim Shoeman, the unofficial leader of their little association, wasn"t smiling as he whispering something to George Haleman. Jim had been a late arrival to the meeting and hadn"t been in on the raffle. The silver haired gentleman seemed none to happy about it all. Twenty minutes later when the luncheon was breaking up, George pulled her over to the side and told her what Jim had told him. "There"s been a little mistake." George said in a quiet tone. "You really weren"t supposed to be in that raffle." "I don"t understand." Amy replied, a little confused. "You haven"t looked in the envelope yet, have you?" George asked. Now very curious, Amy reached into her purse and pulled out the bright red envelope. Opening it, she found a small business card. It simply read, "Special Delivery" and had a small twelve digit number in the lower left hand corner. "I still don"t understand." Amy repeated. "How do I explain this..." George said hesitantly. "I"ve always found that straight out is the best way." Amy suggested. "I"m a big girl, I don"t offend easily." "Well simply put, that card you"re holding is sort of a gift certificate." he said. "What"s "Special Delivery"?" Amy asked, more than a little curious now. "It"s sort of an escort service." George said a little embarrassed. It all made sense now. They were raffling off a night with a hooker. No wonder Shoeman was so worried when she won. If that kind of thing got around it would be trouble for everyone at that table. "Mr. Shoeman said he offers his apologies and he"d be happy to replace the card with something more appropriate." George said with a smile. Amy thought about it a little and then smiled back. She didn"t get where she was by making enemies over little things. You fought the battles that were important and let the little ones slide on by. "Tell Shoeman that his apology is accepted." she said. "But I think I"ll keep this little card as a souvenir. One of these days I might have to ask him for a favor." "Of course." George agreed. He knew, after all, how the game was played. Amy had never called in that favor, but it was nice to know she could have. "Maybe I should just call Special Delivery." Amy joked as she tossed the card on top of the buffet. "That"s one sure way to get laid." A half hour later, three quarters of the junk draw filled the waste paper basket. She picked up the last few papers that were left and one by one they followed into the trash. Then only the gift card was left. "I must be really bored." Amy mused. "I"m wondering how this works." She stared at the card for a while and then thought. "What the hell, it couldn"t hurt just to call up and ask. Not that I"d really do anything like that." Making herself comfortable on the end of the couch, Amy dialed the number. It rang a few times, then a soft feminine voice came on the line. "Special Delivery, Laura speaking" she said. "May I have your certificate number? Impressed by the professionalism in her voice, Amy read off the twelve digit number. "Thank you." Laura replied as she paused a few moments, no doubt checking the number on her computer. Amy tried to picture what Laura might look like, but came up blank. The stereotype would be to imagine her as some scantily clad, sexy young thing. The reality was more likely that she was someone"s grandmother. A second later, Laura came back on the line. "How may I help you this evening?" she asked. "I"m not really sure." Amy replied. "I sort of won this as a prize in a raffle and I was wondering how it works." "Well I"ll be happy to explain it to you." Laura went on. "Are you interested in a male or female escort? The question took Amy by surprise. Female? She didn"t think she could ever be that adventurous. "Definitely male." Amy answered. "All right." Laura said. "Any preferences ... age, race, body type." "I"m not sure, I really haven"t given this much forethought." the 36 year old replied. "Perhaps I might make a few suggestions." Laura said. "We do like our clients to enjoy their evenings." "Well I do like surprises." Amy said, a little surprised that she was really getting into this. "Perhaps a fantasy then." Laura offered. "That sounds right." Amy replied. "We do specialize in making fantasies come true." Laura said. "Can you tell me a little about yourself?" Without even thinking about it, Amy did just that. "I think I have just the thing for you." Laura said, the smile on her voice evident in her voice. "If you could just give me your address and phone number, we could have your package delivered in about an hour." This should have been the point where Amy simply hung up the phone. Her little game had gone as far as it should have. Instead, she heard herself giving Laura her address. The phone representative thanked her and hoped she had a good time. "Oh shit, what did I do?" Amy asked herself as she looked at the receiver in her hand in shock. "What did I do?" A little voice in her head said to call them back, cancel the order. Then a second, more urgent voice told her not to. After all, what was life without a little adventure. It took a few more minutes for Amy to become fully comfortable with the idea of what she had done. Surprisingly, that acceptance came easier that she would"ve expected. A few months without sex did wonders for the lowering of inhibitions. The decision made, Amy turned her thoughts to what kind of fantasy Laura had in mind for her. It was so exciting, knowing that in less than an hour, she was going to share a fantasy with a man she"d never met. A man who wanted nothing more than to bring her pleasure. It was crazy. It was absurd. It was intoxicating. The night was still early, the clock on the wall just nearing seven. Amy took a few minutes to have a quick bite to eat and then clean herself up. She was still wearing the simple gold blouse and blue skirt she"d worn at the office. Since she didn"t really know what form her little adventure was going to take, it made little sense to change. Every few minutes she glanced at the wall clock. It had been almost an hour since she"d hung up the phone. At times, she could hear both the rise and fall of her breaths and the excited beat of her heart. When the intercom buzzer to her apartment finally went off at seven nineteen, Amy jumped as if someone had dropped a hot poker in her lap. She took a deep breath before hitting the talk button on the intercom by the door. "Yes." she said a little nervously. "I have a special delivery for ...a Amy Choi." the voice over the intercom said. "Young, the voice sounds young." Amy thought as she pressed the access button. "Come on up." she said. Standing behind the door, Amy wondered how she would react when she opened the door. Would she slam it shut and tell him to go away? Or would she drop to her knees and blow him right there and then? Hopefully her reaction would be something in between. She heard the elevator door opening just two doors down, but resisted the urge to look through the peephole. Better to get a good look when she opened the door. "Who is it?" Amy called out automatically as three strong knocks rapped against the door. "I have a delivery for ...." the intercom voice began to say as Amy pulled open the door, unable to take the suspense any longer. "I"m Amy." she said as she looked into the face of her fantasy. He looked as young as his voice had suggested, no more than 17 or 18. Of course he really wasn"t that young, she thought, just one of those people who still look like a teen even into their twenties. At least two inches taller then her own 5"6", he had a nice smile and was generally cute in appearance. Short black hair framed a handsome dark face, which in turn sat atop a trim body. Dressed in sneakers, jeans and a red sports jacket, he really looked like a delivery boy. Right down to the plain brown package he was carrying in his hand. "Please come in." Amy said, her own face flush with excitement. "Thank you." the young dark skinned man said as he stepped inside. "It must be pretty cold out there?" Amy said, thinking that his jacket was way too light for this time of year. "It"s cold enough to freeze your ... I mean, yes, it"s pretty cold out there." he replied. "I have some hot chocolate if you"d like some." Amy offered. "It"ll only take a minutes in the microwave." "That would be nice, thank you." the young man said, his smile ever brighter. "I assume this is your last delivery for the night." Amy said as she mixed the drink, enjoying getting into the fantasy more that she expected. ""Yes it is." he said. "Where should I put this?" he asked, remembering the package in his hand. "Oh just drop it on the table." Amy said, dismissing the prop from her mind, concentrating more on the physique beneath his jacket. "Why don"t you take off your jacket and warm up." she suggested. "Thank you again. I wish all my customers were as considerate as you." he replied as he took off his coat and draped it over the back of the kitchen chair. While not muscle bound, the body beneath his jacket had a smooth, well defined look to it. More a swimmer"s form than a weightlifter"s. The white shirt formed a stark contrast against his midnight skin. One which Amy found very erotic. "Here you go." the older woman said as she handed him a large mug of steaming liquid. "I keep having to say thank you." he grinned. "I feel I should be giving you something back for your kindness." "What don"t we start with your name? Amy suggested. "Tyree." he said as he took a sip of the drink. "Tyree Greene." "Well then you"re welcome, Tyree Greene." Amy said warmly. As Tyree enjoyed the hot chocolate, Amy took a good hard look at the young man. What lovers she"d had before and after her marriage had all been either Asian or White. She"d never before considered the idea of a black lover and now found herself wondering why. Clearly she found him attractive, his dark skin being a turn on just as some men were turned on just by the fact that a woman was a blonde or redhead. Or in her own case, just because she was Asian. It wasn"t prejudice she thought, at least she hoped it wasn"t. As a Korean, she"d been subjected to racial comments in her life but they"d been few and far in- between. In that regard she knew that she"d been lucky. For every taunt of gook or slant-eyes she heard in her life, there"d always been a dozen more people who saw her as a person first. The pretty woman was also intelligent enough to realize that she was more accepted in some situations because she was just that-a pretty woman. Had she been male or unattractive, she might not have fared as well. There was still a great deal of racial discrimination in the world and not all of it was obvious. In fact, the one racial comment said to her that bothered her above all others was when one of her roommates during her single days had made a joke about little brown people. Amy had pointed out to her that as a Asian she was technically one of those little brown people. Her friend had replied that she always thought of her as white - or almost white anyways. That had bothered her the most, her friend"s denial of what she was and being recategorized into something she found more comfortable. Yet that was a thought for another day, right now she had a fantasy to live out. If she was reading the scene right, as the older woman, she was in the position of seducer. Not a position she ever expected to find herself in, but after all, this was all make believe. No matter what happened, they would wind up in bed together, but she had always thought that getting there was half the fun. "I guess I"d better be going." Tyree said as he finished his chocolate. "So soon?" Amy asked in a pout. This was really getting to be fun. "If you could stick around a little while, maybe we could come up with another way to warm you up." Tyree seemed taken back by Amy"s suggestion. He was a pretty good actor, she thought as she wondered that maybe he actually was one. She"d heard that struggling actors took all kinds of jobs to make ends meet. "Do you think I"m pretty?" Amy asked as she moved to within a few feet of her guest. "Err .. yes." Tyree said a little hesitantly. "Do you think I"m sexy?" Amy asked. "Yes." Tyree replied. Amy felt an exotic thrill in being so bold. A thrill that was reflected in the moist feeling between her legs. In real life she had never acted so decisively in a situation like this. Not even when she had been married. Then again, in a situation like this, she couldn"t do any wrong. Even if she suddenly reached down Tyree"s pants and grabbed his cock, the young man would react favorably to the action. But where would be the fun in that. "My breasts are too small though." Amy continued as she pushed her small rounded tits up with her hands. "No, not at all." Tyree said as he looked down at her mounds. "You don"t think they"re too small?" she repeated. "No, I think they"re fine, just like they are." he stammered. "Really?" Amy said, of course he was going to agree with her. He was being paid to do so-well paid she added as she remembered how large the raffle pot had been. "I thought all men liked big boobs." "I don"t know, I just think they look nice." "Do you have a girlfriend, Tyree?" she asked. "Yes, I mean, well ... not really." he replied. There"s a girl I go out with, but she"s not really my girlfriend or anything." "What"s her name?" asked a curious Amy. "Beverly." Tyree answered. "Does Beverly have big tits?" Amy again asked inquisitively. "Not really." he said. "What"s not really, bigger than mine, smaller?" Amy probed further. "A little bigger than yours." he admitted. "Then you do prefer bigger breasts?" "No, I mean I think they"re bigger." the excited young man said. "You think? You mean you"ve never seen them." Amy asked. "No." he said, the disappointment in his voice clearly evident. "Have you ever seen any woman naked?" "Well, I"ve seen my sisters a few times-by accident." he admitted, hoping that counted. "You"ve never been with a woman before, have you?" she asked. "No, well, one of the women in my building have me a handjob once but she moved out after that." said Tyree. "This is too much." Amy thought. "Not only do I get to seduce the delivery boy, but I get to deflower a virgin as well. This is worth every dollar the guys paid for it." "Would you like to see my breasts?" Amy asked as she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Tyree was so taken by the question he couldn"t answer. Instead he just nodded his head yes. Amy could feel his eyes glued to her bosom as she continued to undo her buttons. It wasn"t long before her blouse hung free and only a small white bra covered her mounds. She reached behind her back and undid the small clasp, letting the undergarment fall free. Tyree"s eyes popped as her dark brown nipples came into view. Amy"s nipples were already standing erect, looking for all the world like a pair of pencil erasers. "Do you like them?" she asked as she ran her hands across them. "They"re beautiful." Tyree said, taking in every aspect of them. "You can touch them if you want." she offered. Immediately, before she had a chance to change her mind, a pair of coal black hands closed on the soft golden orbs. His touch was a little rough at first as he just squeezed them, but with a little urging, he began to massage them instead, "That"s feels nice." Amy said. "You can kiss them too if you want." Raising one to his mouth, he began to suck on it. Like with his hands, he was rough at first, but Amy guided him in a soft understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue. Then how to suck the areola into his mouth and use his teeth to give just the right touch of both pleasure and pain. Moving to the other breast, Tyree showed that he was indeed a quick learner. Amy arched back and closed her eyes in enjoyment as the boy continued to suckle at her tits. She really missed things like this and couldn"t wait until Tyree's cock was buried in her already wet pussy. "Now its your turn." Amy said as she grabbed the edges of his shirt and pulled it up over his chest. "Very nice." she noted as she reached out and ran her fingers across Tyree's hairless chest. "So smooth...so sexy.." Amy mused as she played with his nipples. Tyree was surprised that felt so good, he'd never thought of men having sensitive nipples. "That feels nice..." he said. "That's only the start." Amy said as she bent forward and licked the nipple with her tongue. Then she moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as she had taught him to do a little while before. Her ex-husband used to love it when she did this to him. Yet at the same time he was reluctant to surrender control of their lovemaking to her. It was just one of their many problems. Amy moved up from his chest and reached behind his head, caressing it with her fingernails. Pulling him toward her, she kissed him for the first time. Gently at first, then harder. A second kiss followed, then a third. Finally she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his. Tyree quickly reacted to the warm, slippery tongue in his mouth. It wasn"t the first time he had been kissed that way, but it was the best. Instinctively he began to reach out with his own tongue. Both tongue mixed as they licked each other, exploring the new tastes. "Are you ready for more?" Amy asked after a final kiss. "Oh yes. he said excitedly. "Call me Amy." she said. "Oh yes, Amy" he responded. "Then lets get you a little more comfortable." she laughed as she began to undo his belt buckle and pulled down his pants. The outline of his youthful cock was already clearly evident in his white briefs. At a quick glance, Amy would"ve guessed he was about 7" fully hard. Grasping the elastic of his underwear and pulling it down as well, her guess was proven correct. "Now that looks yummy." she grinned as the Asian woman ran her fingers up and down his young manhood, tickling it with her fingers as she did. Reaching down to cup his balls, she played with them as well. "Feels good, doesn"t it?" she asked. Not expecting an answer, Amy reached down into her own underwear with her free hand and lightly stroked her saturated mound. It was like touching a match to gasoline. The 36 year old couldn"t remember the last time she"d felt so horny. "It gets better." Amy promised her young captive as she held tight to his cock. Tyree quickly lost himself in the pleasure Amy's finger's brought him. Her experienced touch was quickly evident as she brought him to the verge of orgasm. "I think I'm going to come..." He said as he closed his eyes. A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Tyree's eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Amy had taken his hard cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with vigor. Tyree felt the sensation of her sucking down to his toes. He was so close it hurt. Amy clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, another trick she had learned while married, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of her tongue, every time she mouthed him whole, caused Tyree to feel like he was going to explode. But it was such a wonderful feeling. Finally, Amy released her hold on his balls and felt the rush of hot cum erupt from them-a second before it began to shoot into her mouth. She deep throated his cock, catching every spurt of salty cum. It was a taste to be savored. After what seemed like an endless supply of cum, his cock began to soften and Amy let it slip from her mouth. She wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops which had escaped her. "Did you enjoy that?" She asked. "I don't think enjoy is the word......" Tyree panted. "I feel like I've had a revelation." "Maybe we both did." Amy chuckled. Just then, the phone in the living room rang, but Amy wasn"t about to get up and answer it. She told Tyree to ignore it as well, the answering machine would pick it up on the third ring. Nothing could be as important as what she was doing right now. Sure enough, the machine came on as predicted and she turned her full attention to the matter at hand-or mouth as the case might be. "Are you ready for more?" Amy asked after a final kiss. "Oh yes!!" "Then follow me." she said as she led him into her bedroom and sat him down on the edge of her bed. "I'm going to teach you one of the most important thing a young man can learn about pleasing a woman." she said as she took off first her skirt, then the panties beneath it. The look in Tyree"s eyes as she raised one leg up onto the bed to give him a good look at her hairy pussy was almost enough to make her think it was the first time he"d ever seen one up close. Of course she knew better. Amy reached down and parted her cunt lips with her fingers, allowing Tyree easy access. Following her instructions, the boy reached out with his tongue and touched her wetness. Like everything else he tried, his first attempt was awkward but improved under Amy"s instruction. Encouraged, he reached out again and drove his tongue in as deep as it would go. Amy let out a soft moan. It was here that his experience showed, the older woman thought. There was no way someone who"d never done this before could be that good. Tyree then ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, stoking the fire building within Amy. At times it was only a touch, only a caress, but it was enough to cause the older woman to shake with abandon. There was no doubt about it, the ebony skinned young man was a skilled cunteater. "Oh yes..Tyree....eat me...." Amy yelled as she grabbed hold of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between her legs. "Eat my pussy...God....yes!" A steady flow of nectar now coated his tongue and mouth as he attacked Amy's womanhood once more. He appeared to be momentarily disappointed when Amy pulled him up from between her thighs. "I want you inside me.." she said before he could say a word. "I want you to fuck me!" Amy quickly took hold of his now rock hard cock and guided it to her dripping hole. Lubricated with pussyjuice it slid deep within her, her cunt wrapping around it as it entered. For this he needed no instruction, he'd done it in his dreams a thousand times. With boyish energy he repeatedly slammed his pelvis against hers, slapping his balls against the outer walls of her pussy. Amy grabbed his asscheeks and added her own energy to his thrusts. They moved like a well lubricated machine, each responding to the other's body. With each movement, both could feel the eruption building inside. Tyree's body tensed up, telling Amy that he was about to cum. She took firm hold of his ass and rammed his body into her, just as the first hot spurts of cum filled her pussy. Her arms held him tight as they continued to thrash wildly for several more seconds, until Amy was sure she had pumped every last drop from his cock. Then they both lay silent and still. After a minute or two, Amy eased the boy off her and onto his back. His cock was once again semi-soft, coated with a thick mix of both their juices. Bringing her mouth down to it, she began to lick it clean. As soon as she was done, Tyree, now forever changed, confidently pulled her up and kissed her. The kiss was both long and tender. "That was fun." Amy beamed as they finally broke their embrace. "More fun than I"ve had in a very long time." Mentally she added, "A lot more fun than I ever would"ve had with Stephen." "I guess I really should be going." Tyree said, all of a sudden feeling a little self conscious at what had just happened. "Do you really have to go?" Amy asked. "My parents were expecting me a half hour ago." Tyree replied. "Keeping in character to the end." Amy thought. "Do you have a personal business card?" she asked, thinking she might want to try this again sometime. "No, I don"t have anything like that." Tyree replied as he dressed, his response projecting a feeling that he thought it was a strange question. "Oh well, I guess I could always just call the main business number." She mused. "I guess." Tyree said as she searched for his shoes. "But they really don"t like us getting personal calls." "Oh I understand." Amy said as she covered herself with a robe. "Business first, I understand that all too well." Escorting Tyree to the door, Amy couldn"t resist kissing him one last time. Even though this was no more real than a movie, it was still going to be a night to remember. Keeping the door open a crack, she watched him until her temporary lover disappeared into the elevator. "I should call them back and compliment Laurie on her choice of fantasies." Amy reflected as she strode back into the living room. Sitting down next to the phone, Amy remembered the flashing light on the answering machine and hit the play button. To her surprise, it was Laurie's voice on the tape. "Ms. Choi, this is Laurie at Special Delivery." the tape began. "I"m afraid we"re going to have to cancel your appointment this evening. The young man who was scheduled to come over was involved in a minor traffic accident while enroute. Nothing too serious, but he did require a couple of stitches when he banged his head. Again we apologize. Please call us back and we"ll be happy to schedule a new appointment as well as upgrade you to make up for tonight"s inconvenience." "What?!?!?!" Amy called out. "He wasn"t from Special Delivery?" Almost in a state of panic, the normally cool business woman jumped up-filled with the need to do something. But what? Then she remembered that Tyree had been carrying a package when he first showed up. Running out to the kitchen, she ripped the plain paper wrapping away to reveal the copy of the new Anne O' Donnell book she"d been waiting for. Attached to it was a small handwritten note. "The book you ordered came in not 15 minutes after you left. Since you"re such a good customer and I know you said you were looking forward to reading it this weekend, I"m asking one of my stockboys to drop it off on his way home. I do appreciate your business and hope to serve you as well in the future. ... James D"Angelo." "Omigod!!!" Amy gasped as she covered her mouth with her hand. "It was all real!" END Summer Vacation Part One "Great, just freaking great!" Michael Kent said to himself as he finally gave up trying to get his old 88 Escort to turn over. "This is the perfect end to a perfect night!" A frown on his face, the eighteen year old locked up the car and set out on foot. It could be worse, he told himself. It could be raining and he could be much more than a half mile from his destination. "I guess everything this summer couldn't go right," he reminded himself as he ran his hand across his short sandy hair. Actually, up until tonight, just about everything had gone right this summer. A lot better than he could've envisioned last June. That was when his parents, both professors of history at Midwestern, had announced that they were going to spend July and August as volunteers at a New Mexico recreation of a old frontier town. Despite his father's opinion that it would be a great learning experience for him, Michael wasn't thrilled at the prospect of spending a few month as part of 19th century America. The recreation was planned to be as authentic as possible. No modern convinces at all. If it wasn't part of the 1877 western frontier, then it wouldn't be available. He had tried unsuccessfully to convince his parents that he was mature enough to be on his own for those two months. After all, he had argued, he would be turning 18 in the middle of August. Still they hadn't be convinced. A few too many stunts during his senior year of high school had caused them to doubt his ability to stay out of trouble without supervision. His vacation months had seemed bleak indeed until salvation had come in the form of a phone call between his mother and her former sister-in-law. Janet Kent had casually mentioned her son's reluctance to join them on their expedition, noting that she could see his side of it but also agreed with her husband that they weren't comfortable with leaving Michael on his own for most of the summer. Karyn Gray had listened to Janet's problem and after some thought, offered to have him spend the summer with her. The small town of Eaglestone might not be the college town he was use too, but she was sure that Michael would enjoy it. At least he would at least still be in the modern world. Janet had thanked her for her offer and said that she would talk it over with her husband and get back to her. Janet had always liked Karyn Gray, ever since the day her brother had introduced her to the family as his fiancée. She and Jack had been married for 12 years when he died of a heart attack at 45. That had been 7 years ago. Their marriage had produced no children but together they had started a business that left Karyn well provided for. In fact, she still ran it and had almost doubled it's value in the years since. Janet felt she'd have no problem with letting Karyn look after her son. At first, Michael hadn't been too keen on the idea. He barely remembered his Aunt, having last seen her at the funeral for his Uncle when he was only 11. He knew his mother still kept in touch with her, but not much more. He only agreed when it became apparent that his older sister didn't want him staying with her and her new husband. It was either Eaglestone or the old west. At least Eaglestone had cable TV. One extra goodie he had gotten out of the deal was that his father had paid for the tune up of his car. If he was going to drive it 300 miles to Eaglestone, it was the least he could do. Michael had suggested they he could take the Jeep Cherokee instead, but his father suggested that he was pressing his luck. Instead he had been handed a AAA card and a cell phone to call them if he broke down enroute. Michael was unsure what to expect when he got to Eaglestone. Like he'd noted before, he knew very little about his Aunt. He knew she was 47 years old and hadn't remarried following his Uncle's death. He remembered that they had always been nice to him when he'd been young, never forgetting a birthday or Christmas. In fact, even after Jack Gray passed away, his widow had continued to send him those gift checks. It was something, she had mentioned in one of her cards, that Jack would've wanted her to do. Still, he entered the small town with a certain sense of trepidation. For some reason, the image of old lady Wilson, one of their neighbors, kept coming to mind. Like his Aunt, Martha Wilson had lost her husband at a relatively early age. From what his parents had told him, she had been a very pleasant person to be around prior to that. In fact, she had been a rather attractive women. It was a shame, they'd said, she hadn't tried to find some happiness after her loss. Instead she'd become a bitter woman who let herself go. She as the type of person who hated the idea of anyone enjoying themselves. Michael knew from personal experience that Mrs. Wilson loved calling the police whenever she spotted any teenagers parking with their dates in the open fields behind her house. Five minutes after pulling up to Aunt Karyn's house on the far edge of town, Michael was delighted to find that all of his fears had been unfounded. Karyn Gray was a person full of life and enthusiasm who wasted no time in making him feel welcome. She insisted that he call her Karyn since, after all, he was an adult now and they had never really been related, except of course by marriage. She quickly got him settled in and told him to consider her house his for the next few months. The only awkward moment of his settling in came that first Sunday morning after his arrival when Karyn had come down to breakfast. Michael had thought to thank her by making pancakes. Lured by the sweet smell of freshly made cakes, Karyn had come right down in her nightgown. Sitting down at the kitchen table, bathing in the early morning sun, the red haired woman's modest nightwear became almost transparent-to both Michael's delight and embarrassment. Karyn Gray had a full body that Michael's art history teacher would've described as rubenesque. Unlike most of the girls his own age, who starved themselves to look skinny, Karyn carried her figure well, creating a look that was both healthy and sexy. It was all Michael could do not to stare at the large nipples pressing through the material of her nightgown. Karyn seemed to ignore the entire incident and instead commented on how wonderful the meal was. From that day however, she never came down to breakfast without first putting a bathrobe on. Over the next week, Karyn again surprised Michael by inviting him to a few social events and taking pains to introduce him to many of the town's teenage girls. It was at one of these events that he met Cindy Stanton. A few months younger, Cindy had also just finished high school the previous June. She was 5' 6', only two inches shorter than Michael, brunette and blessed with a 36 inch bust. She was easily the most sought after girl in her senior class. To his amazement, she was the one who first approached him-mentioning something his having the most striking blue eyes she'd ever seen. If he had bothered to use those eyes, Michael would've seen the angry look of the young man who had escorted Cindy to the dance. Instead he only had interest in Cindy's charm, her warm smile, and of course those gorgeous tits. Michael and Cindy quickly became an item over the next few weeks, getting a little more serious each time they went out. By the fourth date, Michael had gotten an even better look at those grand mounds and how soft they could feel. By the sixth date, she had given him a hand-job and a week later had let him put his hand down her panties and get her off as well. He had tried to get her to give him a blow job, but she said that wasn't the sort of thing she liked to do. To help alleviate her date's obvious disappointment at that little piece of news, Cindy had promised to make it up to him soon with something even better. Michael was sure that by his birthday he'd get to screw her. Not that he was a virgin or anything, having done it with two girls back home. All this time, Karyn encouraged his pursuit of Cindy, saying there was nothing like a summer fling at his age. At the same time, she admonished him to keep a level head about him. Adding with a smile she didn't want to have to try and explain any 'accidents' to his mother. During the times when he wasn't with Cindy, it became obvious to Michael that his Aunt was a well respected member of the community. She was on the town council as well as a number of church committees. In the few weeks he had been there, however, he had never seen her interested in any kind of personal social life. He supposed that people might reach a point in life that they were no longer interested in having sex and stuff, but personally, he couldn't image it. After all, she kept encouraging him with Cindy, so she was far from being a prude. It was the following Tuesday that Michael learned just how wrong he'd been about his Aunt. Cindy had cancelled their afternoon date, saying that she wanted to go shopping with some of her girlfriends instead. Seeing that his birthday was less than a week off, Michael assumed she wanted to shop for a gift for him and said he understood. Stopping by his Aunt's business office, he learned that she had left early for the day, saying she had some work to get done at home. Michael was surprised that Karyn hadn't mentioned it to him at breakfast, then figured that it must've been something that just came up. With nothing else to do, he decided to head home and offer a hand. It was the least he could do after all the great things she'd done for him. Arriving home, Michael saw a delivery van in the driveway. The sign on the side of it identified it as belonging to Salvatori's Deli and Meats. Remembering that Karyn had a large freezer in the basement and usually ordered food in bulk, she must've come home to wait for a delivery. If she asked, Michael thought, he would've been happy to have taken care of it for her. There was no need for her to have left work. Then in a moment of embarrassment, the young man realized that the first thing he had said to her this morning was that he was meeting Cindy for lunch and then they were going shopping. It might've been her intention but he never gave her the chance to ask. Feeling a bit guilty, Michael decided to head around to the back porch where deliveries were usually made. At least he could lend a hand carrying everything down to the basement. Rather than try to squeeze by the van, he walked down the narrow path between the side of the house and the fence. Michael had to turn his body sideways to get by some of the larger bushes. In doing so, he couldn't help but look into the large side window that faced the back of the living room. What he saw almost sent him into shock. The van outside belonged to Salvatori's all right, in fact it had been driven out there by Mr. Salvatori himself. Only it wasn't just deli he had been delivering. The 55 year old store owner was sitting back on the large plush couch, his sport shirt wide open, revealing a very hairy chest and slightly paunchy stomach. What immediately drew the teenagers attention, was the fact that the older man's pants were also open and pulled down to around his knees. Open to anyone who happened to look, as Michael now was, was the largest cock he had ever seen outside of one of those adult films they used to watch over at Billy Smith's house back home. Up to this moment, Michael had always thought cocks that size were faked somehow, some kind of trick photography. But there, less than a dozen feet away was the longest, thickest example of manhood he had ever scene. What was even more incredible, in the young man's eyes, was the fact that this monster was currently sliding in and out of his Aunt Karyn's mouth. Transfixed, he held his breath as he watch's Karyn's head move up and down, taking as much of Mr. Salvatori's manhood into her mouth as she could. It actually took a few moments for the startled young man to realize that his Aunt was in as much a state of undress as Mr. Salvatori. Her bra and dress were tossed on the floor, leaving her with only a slip and panties. From his angle of view, Michael would barely make out Karyn's large breasts, but then she shifted and he got more than an eyeful. In a moment of curiosity, Michael had looked at the tag on one of Karyn's bras when he was sorting the laundry-it was a 38D. From similar examinations growing up, he knew that his sister wore a 34C and even his mother who was a big beautiful woman, as his father always said, was only a 36C. Cindy, who's breasts he had so recently been hypnotized by, almost paled in comparison to this woman over twice her age. Pressed back against the bushes and the fence, Michael hoped he couldn't be seen from the inside. A small part of him told him he should get the hell out of there, but an even larger part told him to stay. He could feel his own cock growing harder, straining against his pants and causing him to reach into his empty pocket and rub it from the inside. Meanwhile, unmindful of his presence, Karyn had finally released Mr. Salvatori's cock from her mouth and had stood up from the couch. As she paused to remove the last of her clothing, Michael got his best look yet at the older woman's body. The nipples which has so held his attention that Sunday morning were even bigger than he had imagined. Surrounded by dark pink circles as round as a soda can, the stiff nubs had been excited to a very visible length. The center of her body was very pale, made much more so by the dark tan covering the rest of her. Evidently, Karyn didn't go in for nude sunbathing or even two piece suit. It was the first time Michael had ever seen a woman's body like that, and the teen found it to be very erotic. As she spread her legs, Michael saw that the soft patch of hair resting there was a mixture of white and red, the only example of her age on her body-at least in his opinion. Later on in retrospect, he would realize that he was seeing her in an idealized view, but at this moment, who cared. Taking Angelo Salvatori's manhood in her hand, Karyn carefully positioned it at the entrance to her womanhood. In an act Michael wouldn't have thought possible, she began to slowly lower herself onto it. Pausing every few inches to slide up a little and then continue downward once more, it wasn't long before she taken it fully inside herself. Mr. Salvatori was content to let her control his entry into her, preferring instead to play with her large breasts. Playfully he ran his fingers across her mounds, rubbing her nipples and taking them between his fingers. At the same time, he would kiss her neck and when she turned her head to meet him, her lips as well. Once she was comfortable with him inside her, Karyn began to shift her body and pump his cock. Her entire body soon got into it as she began to gyrate in a powerful motion, back and forth as well as up and down. Mr. Salvatori was now satisfied to lean back and let Karyn control events. Faster and faster she moved, the look of rapture on his face reflected in hers. Then, in what seemed like no time at all, Angelo Salvatori let out a series of large gasps as he emptied himself into the woman atop him. Karyn continued to pump Angelo, until she too had been satisfied. Then she leaned back and kissed him one last time. They sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the warmth of their recent coupling. Karyn then shifted her body and let him slide out of her. From his vantage point, Michael could see that even spent, it was an impressive symbol of manhood. Carefully, Michael continued on his way to the back of the house. He wasn't surprised to find no delivery piled up by the back door. Wanting not to arrive home until after Mr. Salvatori had gone, Michael went out past the house and took a long walk in the woods out back. The walk had lasted almost two hours. While he had walked, Michael tried to put what he had just watched in perspective. Why had Karyn needed to sneak home to meet a lover. It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong. His Aunt was a widow and from what he had learned about the people in this small town, Mr. Salvatori had never been married. Why didn't they simply go out on a date. No one would think it strange that they had a relationship. Then it hit him. It wasn't that Karyn was looking for a new husband, or even a boyfriend. It was simply that she was horny. She had been living alone for seven years now and liked it that way. Simple, uncomplicated sex was how she preferred it. It was funny in a way, he thought, that people her age could be just like people his age. It gave him something to think about. When he got back to the house later, he quickly said hello to his Aunt, who was sitting there reading the mail, and then rushed up stairs to clean up. He needed a change of underwear. While watching his Aunt get laid, the excited teenager had come in his pants. The final footnote to the whole episode came a few days later when Michael went with his Aunt to Salvatori's Deli. There, standing among many of the towns most upstanding citizens, Karyn complimented Mr. Salvatori on the quality of the sausage he given her the other day. In turn, the slightly balding man behind the counter said he would be happy to get more of it for her anytime she wanted. Michael had to bite down on his lip hard as not to laugh at the private joke between the two of them. Especially when Mrs. Nelson, the self appointed guardian of morals for the community, told Mr. Salvatori that she wouldn't mind a good piece of sausage herself. The one her husband usually brought home never really suited her taste. Yes, it had been a fun and exciting summer. Even with tonight's disaster, Michael was going to be sorry to leave for college next week. When he'd left his Aunt's house a few hours ago, he fully expected tonight to be the night when he finally got to screw Cindy. She had been hinting about it for the last two weeks. Originally he thought it would be his birthday present, but Cindy hadn't even come to the small birthday party Karyn had thrown for him, saying she wasn't feeling good. Then when they'd gone out last weekend, the brunette had told him that it was a bad week for her to do something like that. Michael had taken the hint and settled for a hand job once again. Tonight though, was going to be the night, he had been sure of it. He had taken special care to get ready for tonight's date, going so far as to stop by the barber's for a quick trim. Dressed in his best, he had said good- bye to his Aunt and told her that he expected to be home rather late. In an almost encouraging tone which he could never had imagining coming from his mother, Karyn had told him to have a good time. Somewhat reluctantly, his car had started and Michael was on his way. Cindy lived on the other side of town and the trip took about ten minutes. Pulling up in front of her house, Michael had to take a few minutes to compose himself. After all, it would be bad form to show up on her doorstep sporting a raging hard on, no matter how useful it might be later on. After all the time he had spent getting ready for their date, Michael experienced a sudden feeling of disappointment when the door opened and there stood Cindy in a simple blouse and jeans. The look on her face told him immediately that something was wrong. "Mike, I really should have called you earlier," she began in an apologetic voice. "I really meant to." It was then, looking over her shoulder, that Michael saw the young man standing in the living room. He didn't know him, but the face was familiar. Then it hit him. That had been the guy who had been with Cindy the night he had met her. His name had been Bob something or other. "It's just that I've really begun to think that we've been going a little far too fast." Cindy had been saying. "After all, you're leaving next week and I don't think I'm really cut out for a long distance relationship." "Not while you have old Bob handy," Michael thought but didn't say. "So I hope you'll understand why I can't go out with you again," she concluded. Michael didn't say a word, he just turned and walked back to his car. There was really nothing for him to say. This time, thankfully, his car had started right up and he quickly pulled away. As he drove down the semi-dark streets, Michael wondered if Cindy had ever really been serious about him. Or had the whole summer relationship just been a ploy to make her boyfriend, for that was what he was sure Bob had been, take more notice of her. He supposed he should feel angry or something, but all he felt was a sense of disappointment. In a way, for whatever the reason, Cindy had been right. Next week he would be gone, and to be honest with himself, he hadn't ever considered their relationship to have been anything else but a summer fling. The block Karyn lived on was at the bottom of a small hill, so when Michael reached the top of it, he could see her house in the distance. Making his way down the street, he noticed a dark green car sitting in the driveway- evidently his Aunt had company. A wide smile came to his face as the teenager remembered the last time he had come home a little early and found someone parked in the driveway. The memory of Karyn riding Angelo Salvatori's massive cock brought a sudden stirring to Michael's own. A reminder that he hadn't gotten laid tonight as he planned. A visit to the bathroom before he turned in tonight was definitely in order. When he was less than a half block away, the car became more identifiable and any thought that Karyn had been more lucky than he'd been tonight went out the window. He'd seen the car every week when he'd gone with his Aunt to the local church. There was as much chance of his walking in and finding his Aunt screwing the Right Reverend Joshua McKenzie as there was his getting the chance to screw a Hollywood starlet. Aunt Karyn was on many local committees and the Reverend had undoubtedly dropped by to talk to her about some function or other. It wouldn't be the first time. In fact, it was the sudden recollection of Reverend McKenzie's last visit that make the sandy haired youth decide to walk around to the back door and come in that way. If he was lucky, he could grab a soda and a snack and head up to his room after a quick hello. He really wasn't in the mood for one of the man's never-ending lectures on what was wrong with people today. Which in his opinion, Michael had quickly learned, was that they didn't look at the world in the same way that he did. Skirting around the house, Michael saw that the only lights on where in the living room and the kitchen. Since there was no one in the kitchen when he came in the back door, they had to be in the outer room. The shades had been drawn when he passed the window so he couldn't tell who else might be attending the meeting. He knew there had to be someone else, the Reverend would never put himself in the position of being alone with a woman other than his wife. Michael quickly made himself a snack tray, raiding the refrigerator for leftovers, and poured himself a glass of soda. With luck he would be up in room in a few minutes where he could relax and watch the TV up there. Backing into the swinging kitchen door while he held onto the serving tray, Michael turned as he walked. He got two steps into the living room before he spotted Karyn and her guest on the couch. "Holy Shit!!" Michael called out as he looked at the couch. The shock of what he was looking at was so much that he let go of the heavily laded snack tray, causing it to drop to the hard wood floor with a loud, resounding crash. Time stood still for a brief moment before anyone could react to Michael's outburst or the shattering impact of glass bowls and tumblers. In that instant, the young man's mind took in every aspect of the image a few feet in front of him. He noticed the two half empty bottles of wine on the coffee table, as well as the crystal goblets that went with them. Tossed across the table as well, was the dark blue dress Karyn had been wearing when he'd left on his date. At the moment, his Aunt was wearing little more than a smile as she leaned back on the sofa, her legs raised high and wide in order to give her guest a clear access to her pussy. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed. She had clearly been enjoying the oral ministrations of the equally naked figure kneeing in front of her. >From where he stood, Michael wasn't able to make out any features, but the short curly blond hair was a dead giveaway. He hadn't considered the idea that the car out front might be driven by someone other than the Reverend McKenzie. There was no mistaking the woman eagerly licking his Aunt's open pussy. It was Bernadette McKenzie, the Minister's wife. Part Two "Michael!" Karyn yelled as she opened her eyes in response to the sound of shattering glass and saw her nephew standing there. "Oh God!" Bernadette McKenzie gasped as she jumped up and turned in the direction of the noise as well. As she stood up, Michael got a good look at Mrs. McKenzie. In her late thirties, she had a pretty good body, he thought. Her breasts were small and well rounded with bright pink nipples. Had Michael know her as a teenager, he would've noted that she had kept much of her figure. A figure that had drawn the attention of many young men. "Oh my God!" she repeated again. "Oh my dear God!" "Calm down, Bernadette," Karyn said to her reassuringly as she instantly sized up the situation. "Everything's going to be all right." That seemed to calm the excited woman down a little. She sat down on the couch, picking up the blouse she had dropped to the floor earlier and wrapped it around her naked form. "Michael, get something to pick up that glass," Karyn said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Automatically, the eighteen year old obeyed, stepping back into the kitchen. His mind, however, was racing. His Aunt was also into women,... and with the Minster's wife no less. Glancing down, he saw that his cock was as rock hard as it had ever been. It only took a moment to get a hand broom and dustpan and come back into the living room. As he cleaned up the mess, he couldn't help stealing looks at the two women. Bernadette McKenzie still had the unbuttoned blouse wrapped tightly around her, but his Aunt Karyn surprisingly had made no effort to cover herself. Her large breasts were just hanging there for him to see. As he stood up, he could swear that Mrs. McKenzie was staring right at his hard on. His imagination of course, but it made his blush a little as he disappeared back into the kitchen. "Don't worry, Bernadette honey," Karyn said as the older woman put her arm around the blonde's shoulders. "My nephew's not going to tell anyone about what was going on here tonight." "I trust you, Karyn," she said as she snuggled against her lover. "But can I really trust your nephew?" "I trust him," Karyn replied. "And that's enough. "Maybe for you, but I need something stronger," Bernadette added. "I don't understand," Karyn said, a look of confusion on her face. "What I mean is," Bernadette explained. "I'd feel a lot better about trusting your nephew to keep his silence if he had something to loose if he didn't. I'm sure you can keep him in line for now, but what's to keep him from going off to school next week and telling everyone about his dyke Aunt getting her pussy licked by the Minister's wife?" Karyn was taken a little aback by Bernadette's language. In all the years she had known her, she had only heard her use profanity when she was in the heat of passion. "I'm not sure what you mean, Bernadette," Karyn said. "Do you want me to threaten him or something?" "No not that," she answered quietly, her eyes on the door to the kitchen as she watched for Michael's return. "I was just thinking that if Michael were more involved with what was going on tonight, then he'd be more reluctant to tell anyone about it." "What?" Karyn said in disbelief. "Think about it," Bernadette said. "I don't need to think about it," Karyn quickly replied. "He's my nephew." "But he's not mine," Bernadette said as she smiled. "And technically, he's only yours by marriage-and you're not married to his Uncle any more." "This is insane," Karyn insisted. "Well then I could just involve him myself," Bernadette suggested. Then it hit Karyn, that was the point Bernadette had been steering her to from the moment they'd turned around and saw him standing there. Her lover wanted to fuck her nephew. The tall redhead looked into her lover's eyes and saw that she was dead serious. The whole situation was incredible. She didn't feel jealous at the suggestion. After all, she had an ongoing sexual relationship with Angelo Salvatori as well as occasion flings with other men in the community. She hadn't really planned to start an affair with Bernadette a year ago when she had come over looking for support after a devastating fight with her husband. It had just sort of happened. Unknown to their parishioners, the relationship between the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie had been deteriorating for years now. The source of their problems, then and now, had been their inability to have any children. After almost ten years of trying, Bernadette had become resigned to never getting pregnant. Joshua on the other hand had become more obsessive about the subject as the years went on. Several times, Bernadette had suggested that they look into medical help to get pregnant. That idea had gone over with Joshua as badly as her other suggestion that they look into adoption. To seek help would to be to admit he was somewhat less of a man in his eyes. It hadn't mattered how many times she told him that he was being ridiculous. It had gotten to the point where Joshua barely touched her anymore. Except of course on those days when she was stood the best chance of conceiving. Then he would climb on top of her and pump away for a few minutes until he emptied himself into her. Days latter, when it began apparent that it had been a wasted effort, he would go once again into a sullen state.-until the next time. "Bernadette, do you know what you're asking?" Karyn said. "Oh yes, I know." the blond replied. Karyn looked into her lovers eyes and saw a mixture of lust and desperation. Despite the sexual release she got from her frequent trysts with Karyn, Bernadette really hadn't cut loose sexually in well over a year. A few times, Karyn had offered to set something up for her. An encounter similar to those she enjoyed. Each time the thirty six year old adamantly refused. The fear that someone would find out later or that the man would brag to someone about bedding the minister's wife was greater than her need to be laid. Since Michael was going to be gone in a few days, there was little chance of that. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more her thinking paralleled Bernadette's. She could certainly use the experience and it wasn't like it was going to hurt Michael. After all, she had invited Bernadette over tonight in the expectation that her nephew would be shacked up with Cindy Stanton most of the night, fucking her brains out. "All right, Bernadette," Karyn said as she reached down and picked up her dress off the coffee table. "I'll leave the two of you alone and whatever happens, happens." With that, the younger woman's face lit up. It was a sight Karyn had seen much too rarely. She hoped she was making the right decision. Slipping the dress over her body, she stood up and called Michael back into the room. Michael waited a few moments to respond to his Aunt's call. He still couldn't get the image of the two women out of his mind. It didn't take a glance down to his crotch to know his dick was long and hard, and was going to stay that way until he was able to jerk off. When Karyn called him a second time he headed back in to the living room and hope neither of them noticed. The young man was a little disappointed to find that his Aunt had finally covered herself up. He would've liked one more look at those huge breasts. Mrs. McKenzie was still sitting on the edge of the couch and Michael was now sure that she was staring at his hard on. Only this time, however, he didn't feel as embarrassed. In fact, he felt kind of proud. "Michael dear, I'm not going to try and explain what was going on here tonight," his Aunt said in a calm voice. "You're old enough to realize that there are many different kinds of relationships, and I trust you enough to know that you'll never mention this to anyone else." "Of course Karyn." he quickly replied, surprising himself at how much he meant that. Suffering his Aunt's disapproval would be harder for him than keeping the secret. "Good." Karyn simply answered, a slight smile on the corners of her mouth. "Then that takes care of that." A wave of relief swept over Michael. It was an awkward situation and he was glad that it was suddenly over. "Can I go up to my room now?" he asked, wanting to run into the bathroom and take care of his now aching member. "In a few minutes." Karyn said. "But first Mrs. McKenzie would like to talk to you for a few minutes if you don't mind?" "Of course not." Michael answered, wondering what that was all about. If he was Mrs. McKenzie, he'd want to get out of here as fast as he could. "Thank you." Karyn said. "So the two of you have a nice private chat and I'll be out in the kitchen cleaning up if you need anything." As he watched his Aunt retrace his steps into the kitchen, Michael wondered why she had stressed the word 'private'. Or had that only been his imagination running wild again? "Sit down, Michael." Bernadette McKenzie said as she indicated the empty cushion next to her. It was the first thing he had heard her say since her almost hysterical omigods a little while before. He sat there for a few silent moments, trying hard not to look at her. It was impossible for him not to be aware that she was still naked underneath the small blouse draped around her shoulders. It hadn't helped matters any that she had loosened her grip on the blouse, letting it open enough to give a fairly decent view of her cleavage. "You must think me a truly horrible woman if you can't even look at me," she said in a soft voice. Michael turned and looked at her, realizing immediately that turning to the right had been a mistake. Bernadette had once again shifted position, her blouse now hanging fully open and her small rounded mounds exposed to the world, or at least one oversexed young man. "I don't think you're horrible," Michael managed to say, his eyes never leaving her breasts. Bernadette smiled now that she had his full attention. He'd spent so much effort trying to see Karyn's breasts when he'd walked in on them, he'd barely noticed hers. Now he had to appreciate the fact that they were beautiful in their own right. "That's good," Bernadette said, continuing her smile. "For reasons you might not understand, that's important to me." Thinking that was that, Michael began to get up. Only to be restrained by the soft touch of Bernadette's hand. "You know you took Karyn and I quite by surprise," she continued, as if sitting here naked with a young man was the most natural thing in the world. "We really expected you to be out most of the evening with Cindy Stanton." "She changed her plans," he said, a sense of sadness in his tone. "Poor baby," Bernadette replied. "What happened?" For a reason he didn't quite know why, Michael told her exactly what happened. "Oh, that must've been Bobby Lee," Bernadette said as Michael described the young man he'd seen in the living room of Cindy's house. "He and Cindy have been going out, on and off, since Junior High School." 'Figures," Michael said. "And she was so inconsiderate as to make you go all the way over there, just to tell you that it was over between the two of you?" "Yeah," he muttered. "My word, that girl can be such a cock-teaser!" Bernadette exclaimed. Michael was shocked hearing a statement like that from Mrs. McKenzie. Even after seeing her with his Aunt, it still was hard to imagine her talking like that. "That's what she is, isn't she?" Bernadette asked. Michael nodded in agreement. "Why don't look so shocked," she smiled once again. "It's not like I was born a minister's wife. I'll have you know there was a time when I was well aware of how a pretty young woman could draw young men like flies to honey. And I was even aware how easily it was to get them worked up. Some of my girlfriends used to even brag about how they sent their boyfriends home with a case of 'blueballs.', that's the term isn't it?" Michael again nodded. "That's what Cindy did to you, isn't it?' Bernadette asked as she looked down at the still large bulge in Michael's slacks. "It's not right for a girl to get a young man all excited and then leave him cold, is it?" she further asked. Unsure what to answer, Michael remained silent. Then he almost jumped off the couch in even greater surprise when he felt Bernadette's small hand come to rest on his cloth covered cock. "And I'm sure walking in here and finding me and your Aunt Karyn on the couch didn't help matters either," she went on as she ran her fingers up and down the length of his cock, taking it's measure. "So I guess part of this is my fault." Still dumbstruck, Michel exhaled loudly. "You know, I've often wondered," Bernadette said as she cupped her hand around his young manhood, assessing a thickness to go with her previous measurement. "Does it hurt when your cock gets so hard, stuck as it is in all that tight clothing?" "A little.." Michael said, not being able to really believe he wasn't dreaming all this. "Well then we should let the poor dear free!" Bernadette exclaimed. In a quick motion, nimble hands pulled down the zipper of his pants and reached in to take hold of his enlarged member. A second movement brought it out in the warm night air. "My, that's a cock to be proud of!" Bernadette said in admiration. Michael knew from the secret comparison that most guys did in the showers back in high school, that his cock was of average size. Still, hearing this older, more experienced woman praise it sent a warm rush through him. "Now that we've freed this neglected baby, we really should do something about relieving the other pressure behind it," Bernadette said as her fingers closed around the base of his cock and began to slowly pump it up and down. "Oh yeah!" Michael softly moaned as her soft touch glided against his skin. "That feels nice." "I knew it would," Bernadette grinned. It was then Michael suddenly realized the reality of the situation and looked to the kitchen door. Behind which sat his Aunt less than twenty feet away. "Oh don't worry about your Aunt," Bernadette said, seeing his gaze shift to the door. "She did say she was going to give us some privacy, didn't she?" Before Michael could consider the fact that his Aunt had expected this to happen when she'd left them alone, Bernadette let her other hand cradle his balls and began to stroke them as well. He looked down, just as the blond haired woman bent over and guided his cock into her mouth. "Oh fuck!" Michael gasped as he felt the soft wetness engulf his cock. Bernadette wasted no time as she let his cock slide in and out of her mouth. Her tongue slid back and forth as she moved, savoring the small discharge of pre-cum that had been oozing out of his manhood. It had been so long since she'd had a cock in her mouth, ever since the day Joshua had decided that it was a waste of his seed. She couldn't wait to have Michael explode into her mouth so she could swallow every drop. Like silk, her tongue covered every inch of his shaft before dropping down to his balls. One at a time they disappeared into her mouth, until she released them and then returned her attention to his now glistening dick. Taking its entirety once more into her mouth, Bernadette applied such pressure that she knew it would only take a little more effort to gain her prize. Bernadette deep throated him one last time, then released her grip on the base of his cock. His body quaked and a sudden rush of energy drained from every pore of his body. The recesses of her throat filled with the first burst of his warm and salty whiteness. She quickly swallowed it without hesitation, knowing that there was much more to come. A second wave followed a few moments later. This time, she allowed it to fill her mouth, permitting herself time to savor the taste as she whirled her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. A third spurt she let slide out of the corners of her mouth and down the base of his cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft, relishing both the tangy taste and the now intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex. Finally, sensing he was spent, Bernadette took him within her mouth one last time and began to wash away the last remnants of her efforts. By the time his young manhood slipped from her, not a trace remained. "Oh how I've missed that." Bernadette purred as she slowly ran her fingers along Michael now semi-erect cock. "I'd almost forgotten how good it could feel." Back in the days before she'd met Joshua McKenzie at college, Bernadette White had been quite the skilled cocksucker. She'd been quite honest when she told her future husband that she'd never had intercourse with any man before him. What she failed to mention was that she'd kept her virginity intact by sucking off every young man she'd dated since she was 16. The memory of many of those young men flashed in her mind. Most of them had been just about Michael's age. A wide smile crossed her face as she laid her head across Michael's lap, continuing to gently caress his still wet cock. Less than ten minutes earlier, Karyn had sat at the kitchen table, sipping the cup of tea she had made for herself. With each passing minute, she was finding it exceedingly difficult to just sit there and try to act normal while her lover tried to seduce her nephew in the next room. It would really be better, she told herself, if she went for a walk and left the house altogether. Yet as much as that idea made sense, she couldn't bring herself to leave. >From the many times she'd seen her nephew in shorts or swim trunks over the summer, Karyn had a fairy good mental image of his body.-less of course his more private areas. Now she tried to picture them as well. Long ago, when her husband had been alive, Karyn and Jack used to frequent a nudist colony in southern Florida. On more than a few occasions, they'd been joined on their vacations by Michael's parents. Nothing ever happened between them of course, but it had only been human nature that caused Karyn to take the time to check out her brother in law. At the time, she remembered being suitably impressed. Now she couldn't help but wonder how the son might compared to his father. "A little peek couldn't hurt," Karyn thought to herself as she looked at the closed door to the living room. "Just to satisfy my curiosity." Leaving her cup of tea to grow cold on the table, Karyn quietly opened the swinging door-just enough to lean in and take a quick look. She had chosen almost the exact moment that Bernadette had slid Michael's cock into her mouth. "Shit!" Karyn said under her breath as she watched his hardness move in and out of her friend's mouth. Having taken a major step in just opening that door, Karyn wasn't about to close it so quickly. After all, she hadn't gotten a good look at Michael's cock yet, hidden as it was in Bernadette's mouth. Karyn was quickly captivated by the sight before her. Despite her own sexual experience, she'd never seen a woman give a blow job before-at least not in real life. Under her thin dress, she could feel her body growing quite warm. The older woman spread her legs and slid her left hand up beneath her dress, coming to rest against the source of that building fire. With a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself. With her right hand she reached up inside her dress and began to play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch. She began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her womanhood. It was almost as if she were sharing the act in front of her. Karyn's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she watched Bernadette lick her nephew's balls. This gave her an unobstructive view of her nephew's cock and she was glad to see that heredity ran true. As for now retreating back into the kitchen, it didn't even ever her mind. A sigh escaped Karyn's lips as she watched Michael's cock explode into Bernadette's mouth. Her hands raced across her breasts and pussy as she imaged herself in Bernadette's place, savoring every drop of his eruption. She wished she had time to bring herself to orgasm, but knew she'd pushed her luck as far as she dared. Finally, reluctantly, she let the door swing closed. She paused on the other side of the closed door, tempted to step back in. Not wanting to give in again to temptation, Karyn decided to take a little walk in the night air. If nothing else, it might help her to cool down little. If not, she could always give Angelo a call. "Mmmm," Bernadette purred as she climbed back up onto the couch next to Michael and slid her hand up under his shirt, stroking his fine chest hair. "Now that was a wonderful appetizer. But what say we get you a little more ready for the main course." she added as she began to unbutton his shirt with her other hand. Still as horny as he'd ever been in his life, Michael was not about to object as the nude woman next to him removed his clothes. As each article of clothing came off, Bernadette kissed the freshly exposed skin beneath it. In no time at all, the sandy haired teen was as naked as could be. With lust in her eyes, Bernadette swung over and came to a rest in Michael's lap. Gyrating her hips, she pressed the cheeks of her ass against his young cock. She could feel it growing to a new hardness beneath her. As it grew to it's full length, she was able to shift her position and rub her pussy against it as well. "Oooo, that feels nice," Bernadette said as she leaned forward and pressed her breasts against his face. Eager to accept her offering, Michael leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. Skillfully he swirled his tongue around the small stub, alternating between soft kisses and gentle bites. Bernadette's mounds were much smaller than Cindy's, to which he had so recently become accustomed, but they were no less enjoyable. It brought to mind a little saying he once heard his older sister telling a girlfriend. When it came to a girl's breast size, anything more than a mouthful was wasted. A small breast was just as enjoyable as a large one. At the time, Michael thought it was just something they were saying to make them feel better since neither was exactly well endowed. Now he was delighted to find it was indeed true. Alternating between her petite globes, Michael covered them with kisses and long, sensual licks. At the same time, she reached down between her legs and took hold of his fully enlarged cock. Playfully she tugged it, causing a similar reaction from the lips wrapped around her equally enlarged nipples. Unable to wait any longer, Bernadette lifted herself upward and guided his cock until it rested against the entrance of her wet pussy. . She paused a moment. Her emerald green eyes looked into his baby blues. The fire between her legs flared in intensity as she saw the hunger in those eyes. Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead inside her. It slid in effortlessly, her excitement having paved the way. Then in a quick motion she dropped all the way and took him totally within her. Michael gasped at the sudden envelopment of his young manhood. The wet pressure around it brought a smile of satisfaction to his face. As Bernadette began to move up and down on his pole, the sensations grew in intensity. Bracing her hands against the back of the couch, Bernadette began to rise and drop with an ever increasing frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that drew his cock further and further inside her. "Oh God....Bernadette!.." Michael called out as he tried to match her motions, totally banishing the image of her as Mrs. Reverend McKenzie from his mind. "Oh yes, fuck me," she cried out in response. "Give me that cock, fuck me harder!" At the rate she was moving, Bernadette knew that he would cum quickly. Few young men his age had any kind of self control. A few minutes later she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her. Slamming her body down upon him, Bernadette grabbed his arms and pulled him to her. Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him passionately while his seed spread within her. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white cream. "Oh yes." she gasped as she collapsed against him and pulled his face between the valley of her mounds. She held him tight against her, their eyes closed tight as they enjoyed the comfort of each other's bodies. The only sound heard in the room was the beating of their hearts and the soft laboring of their breaths. After a time and with great reluctance, Bernadette let go and climbed off of him. She had wanted that moment to go on and on. For one brief instant, all the world had seemed perfect. Realizing that Bernadette was now off him, Michael opened his eyes. The blond woman already had her underwear back on. It also seemed to Michael that she was trying hard not to look at his naked body. A body she had been so taken with such a short time before. "I have to get home." Bernadette said in an almost embarrassed voice as she pulled her dress over her head. Dressed once more a the manner that the people of Eaglestone expected of a minister's wife, Bernadette also underwent a major change in personality. "Michael, I really don't know what to say," she said as she gathered up her belongings. "I don't know how to explain my behavior. You have to believe me that I've never done anything like this before." Michael, who had now covered himself, much to Bernadette's relief, looked into her eyes. Much to his surprise, despite the twin facts that he had walked in on her licking his Aunt's pussy as well as fucked him like a waterfront whore, he believed her. "It's all right, Mrs. McKenzie," he said, unable to think of her as anything else right now. "That wasn't you. That was someone else." Bernadette managed a weak smile, then turned and quickly exited the room. Moments later, Michael could hear her car pulling out of the driveway. By the time Karyn came back from her walk, Michael had showered and gone to bed. She decided not to disturb his rest. Better to wait until the morning before they discussed what had happened tonight. Besides, she wasn't sure she trusted herself to venture into his bedroom right now. The next morning at breakfast, Michael surprised Karyn by announcing that he was going to head home a few days early. Not mentioning the events of the night before, he simply said he wanted to take care of some things before the school year started. The redhead thought about it a bit and decided that it was for the best. She even offered to help him pack. Epilogue In the weeks and months that followed, Michael quickly became caught up in the hustle of college life and the events of that summer became the stuff of memory. He did a great deal of growing up that year, surprising his parents by making the dean's list and actually becoming serious about a girl at school. Aunt Karyn continued to keep in touch with him but never mentioned Bernadette in any of her letters. That was until he got one that came with a few photographs the following September. The first showed Karyn beaming as she held her new goddaughter. Standing beside her, an even greater joy reflected in their faces were the parents of that bundle of joy, the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie. In a much closer photograph of the baby, which he read had been named Michelle, he could see that she had the most striking deep blue eyes. END Teachers Conference by Ann Douglas "Damn," Doreen Doyle said under her breath as the sunlight from the open window forced her to open her eyes and greet the new day. Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was immediately reminded of the indecent amount of alcohol she had consumed at last night's teacher's party. Sitting up in the bed, she discovered that her head still hurt a little. Who'd have ever thought that a bunch of teachers could party so hard. Doreen hadn't felt so wasted after a party since her senior year of college. Still it had been fun, at least as much as she could remember of it. When she had been selected as a delegate from her home town of Parkerston, Indiana, the brunette had expected to spend four days listening to boring lectures and maybe having a little time for sightseeing. After all, a free trip to San Francisco was worth a little sacrifice. What she had found instead was a few quick, quite interesting meetings every day, followed by a nightly party. Every night being a little wilder than the last, with last nights being the grand finale. She wondered if every conference was like this. If the school board knew of it, they'd never foot the bill to send anyone next year. It then occurred to her that was why every teacher who had attended an earlier conference had given her the same advise. "Just go there with an open mind and enjoy yourself." She had thought at the time they were referring to opening her mind to different theories of education. Moving to the edge of the bed, Doreen noticed her clothes from last evening scattered across the floor. She must've really been out of it when she dragged herself back to her room. Usually she would at least pile her clothes on a chair or something. She had also been surprised to find she had slept naked, something she didn't even do with her boyfriend back home. Sliding her lower body from beneath the sheets, she was presented with an even greater shock. All of her pubic hair was gone. "What the hell did I do last night?" She asked herself as she ran her fingers across the now smooth skin between her tighs. Before Doreen could ponder the question too long, the sudden sound of running water from the bathroom made her jump with a start. There was someone in there. Grabbing her glasses from the night table, she took a good look around the room. While the room was almost a mirror image of her own hotel room, there were enough small differences to tell her she was in someone else's room. A quick glance at the other side of the twin bed showed that someone else had slept there. The inescapable conclusion was that she hadn't spent the night alone. Rubbing her head, Doreen tried to remember what had happened last night. Now fully awake, pieces of the puzzle fell into place. It wasn't the fact that she'd slept with someone that upset her so. She had, after all, been sexually active since she was 17 and slept with her boyfriend Tim on a regular basis. It was that she couldn't remember who it had been. The image of Billy Thompson suddenly filled her mind. The delegate from Seattle had been trying to hit on her since day one. Was he the guy from the other side of the bed. She did remember him trying to buy her a drink last night. The sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly stopped. In a few seconds, Doreen would see if it was Billy or not. Hopefully it wasn't someone worse. Doreen's eyes nearly popped out of her head and her small mouth dropped open in shock as the bathroom door swung open and a tall form walked into the room. Walking over to Doreen, the blue clothed figure bend over and kissed her. It was a warm touch, but Doreen was too much in shock to respond. As her mystery lover moved away from her, Doreen barely heard herself being asked to lock up behind her as her lover in blue was late for a meeting. The hotel room door closed behind her lover before the reality of the situation fully hit Doreen. Her lover had been tall, blonde and gifted with an incredible body. In addition, her lover had been the last person she could ever have imagined coming out of that door. Her name, Doreen remember now, was Evelyn Howard. Doreen had spent the night with another woman. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Doreen thought as she jumped out of the bed. "What did I do last night?" Grabbing the various pieces of clothing scattered across the floor, Doreen quickly made for the bathroom and after a quick wash proceeded to dress. As she buttoned up her blouse, she noticed a small razor in the sink, still covered with small brown hairs. "Guess that explains were my hair went." She noted as she ran her hand through her long dark hair. Exiting the bathroom back to the main room, she carefully opened the outer door and looked into the hall. Thankfully it was empty. Closing and locking the door behind her, she quickly moved to the elevator and hit the up button. During the short two floor ride, Doreen felt like every person in the small elevator was staring at her. As if they all knew what she had done. When the doors finally opened on the twelfth floor, she almost ran out them. It wasn't until the 26 year old was safely in her room that Doreen was able to relax. Thankfully her assigned roommate was already out for the day, attending some conference or other. The school board back home hadn't been willing to pay for a private room so she had been forced to share accommodations. She'd had little contact with her roommate, only having met her twice. A tough old bitty twice Doreen's age, she'd made no secret of her dislike of the night time parties and was usually already asleep by the time Doreen made it back to the room. "I need a shower." Doreen said to herself as she began to strip out of the clothing she had so hurriedly put on only twenty minutes before. The hot water felt good against her skin as the fog in her mind began to clear. She began to remember images from the night before and by the time she had toweled dry, was forming a good picture of the events that had led her to Evelyn's bed. Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she dropped onto the unused bed and closed her eyes. As her thoughts drifted, the last ten hours began to replay in her mind like a movie. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The noise of the Flamingo Room filled Doreen's ears, thankfully drowning out the sound of Billy Thompson's voice. The grammar school teacher from Seattle had been going on for almost twenty minutes on some subject or other, all the while stealing glances down Doreen's blouse whenever he could. Normally, Doreen liked showing off her breasts. They weren't very big, only a 34C, but she worked hard to keep them firm and pert. It was just that Billy Thompson, while sort of cute, was also an incredible bore. Over the last few nights, she tried every way she could think of to let him know she wasn't interested. She'd mentioned her boyfriend back home at least a dozen times, but still he kept coming back. Eventually she was just going to have to tell him to bugger off, something she really hated doing. "So I was saying to the Principle........" Billy went on as he took another deep look down Doreen's shirt. Doreen had finally had enough. Filled with liquid courage, she opened her mouth to tell Billy off when a tall blonde woman stepped alongside her. There were plenty of empty seats around the bar so it was obvious that she wanted something from one of them. "Maybe she had the hots for "Mr. Rogers" here and is going to take him away from me." Doreen thought hopefully. "Maybe she's a long lost girlfriend." That hope faded as quickly as the annoyed look on Billy's face appeared. Whoever this woman was, she was no friend of his. The blonde in the bright green dress looked at Billy for a moment, then turned to Doreen and smiled. "Sweetheart, I've been looking all over for you." The older woman said in a musical tone. "I thought we were going to meet in the Kiki Kiki Room." Doreen hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied. "Oh my goodness, I'm such a airhead at times. I've been having this fascinating discussion with Billy here, by the way, have you met Billy Thompson from Seattle. I must've lost all track of time. You will forgive me, won't you?" Doreen put all she could into the statement, trying to convey the idea that she was indeed supposed to meet this woman. It would've helped greatly if she knew her name. She'd seen her on a couple of discussion panels but really hadn't paid that much attention. "Oh course my pet, how could I ever stay angry at my little pearl." "I thought you said that you came to the Conference all alone?" Billy said to Doreen. "I......I..err....did." Doreen replied. "But......" "Doreen and I are very old friends." The blonde said as she reached out and took Doreen's hand in hers. "Very close friends...." She added with a special emphasis that couldn't be mistaken. "I see.....I mean I didn't know....." Billy stammered as his face turned a bright crimson. "I....have to go.....excuse me." With that he was gone. "I hope that's what you wanted." The older woman said as they watched Billy disappear from view. I've seen him following you every night and you looked like you'd just about had enough." "Oh yes." Doreen gushed as she smiled at the woman. "I just can't believe you got rid if him in a few minutes. I've done everything but write him a note spelling out that I wasn't interested." "Evelyn Howard, from San Diego." The tall blonde said as she reached out and again took Doreen's hand, this time for a firm handshake. "Doreen Doyle from Parkerston, Indiana." Doreen replied as she returned Evelyn's firm grip. "My friend's call me Dee Dee." "Well the first part I got right away," Evelyn grinned. "You're still wearing your name tag." Looking down, Doreen grimaced on seeing the small name plate clipped to her blouse. She quickly removed it. At least that explained how Evelyn had known her name. "Well anyway, I'm grateful." Doreen said as she slipped the tag into her pocket. "Can I at least buy you a drink." "Certainly," Evelyn replied. "But lets move to a table. Standing at the bar attracts too many guys." By the second drink, Doreen and Evelyn were fast on their way to becoming the old friends Evelyn had fictitiously created earlier. Evelyn, Doreen learned, was 39 and the assistant principle at an junior high school back in San Diego. This was her fifth conference and she sat on three of the permanent discussion groups. The conversation turned away from education and Doreen talked a lot about her boyfriend, Tim, back home. He was a nice enough guy. A lot of fun, both in and out of bed. But she really wasn't sure she was ready to settle down. This was only her third trip outside of the state, and the other two had been supervised. There was so much to see and do. "Well no one is watching over you on this trip." Evelyn said. "And there are a lot more interesting people to meet than that bore from Seattle." "Your right," Doreen said as she lifted her glass in a toast. "To so many men and so little time." So intent was he on draining her glass that she didn't notice that Evelyn didn't share in the toast. "How did you ever come up with that idea to get rid of Thompson. I never would of thought of it." Doreen asked as she put her empty glass on the table and signaled for another. "Well, sometimes with people like that, all you have to do is present them with something they just can't deal with." "Imagine," Doreen said as the waiter replaced her empty glass with a full one. "Pretending to be a lesbian and that I was your date." "Oh I wasn't pretending," Evelyn said calmly. "I am a lesbian." Doreen nearly dropped the drink she had lifted halfway to her mouth. "It was only my date with you that I was pretending about." Doreen slowly placed the glass back on the table, her face still registering surprise. "Is that a problem?" Evelyn asked. "I really wasn't trying to pick you up or anything." No, of course not." Doreen stammered out. "You just caught me by surprise." For the moment, Doreen took a long look at Evelyn. Lesbian. The word had never been part of her vocabulary. Back home in Parkerston she had never even know anyone who had ever met a lesbian. At least no one who had ever admitted to it. Of course there were always those rumors about Sylvia Johnson back in high school, but she had moved away right after graduation. Evelyn had said that she hadn't been trying to pick her up, but just the same, Doreen began to wonder if the older woman was attracted to her. While she never considered herself beautiful, she knew that men found her pretty. Was a lesbian attracted in the same way men were? A few moments of awkward silence covered the table until Evelyn finally broke it. "I can leave if you like, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable." "Oh no, please stay." Doreen responded. "I'm sorry for staring but you really don't fit what I always thought a lesbian would look like." Without thinking, Doreen had whispered the word lesbian. Just like she sometimes heard the old women in her family lower their voice when they wanted to say something about someone. Like "they drink you know" or "They had cancer surgery". It was usually something unpleasant. "You really don't have to whisper the word, Dee Dee." Evelyn said. "I don't hide the fact that I'm a lesbian. It's not some kind of disease." "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had done it." Doreen apologized. She really felt kind of foolish. After all, she was so far from home, who would ever know she had drinks with a lesbian. As the conversation went on, Doreen found herself being captivated by the woman on the other side of the table. More and more she found herself staring at Evelyn's ample breasts, wondering what it would feel like to touch them. It had been a long time since she had such thoughts. Back in her sorority in college, it was rumored that a few of the girls engaged in lesbian practices, but Doreen never found out if that was true. There were a few nights when she saw girls sneaking into one another's rooms, but she had never been invited. Sometimes she wish she had, just out of curiosity. Finally, the bartender called last call, and the two women got up to leave. Doreen felt a little unsteady on her feet, a combination of the alcohol and the strange excitement she felt from being with Evelyn. She knew the folks back home would never approve. Waiting for the crowds by the elevator to thin out, Doreen continued to stare at Evelyn. In return, the tall blonde seemed to be ignoring her gaze. Finally Doreen concluded that Evelyn might be thinking that she was looking at her as if she was some kind of curiosity and decided to stop. She was curious it was true, but it wasn't fair to treat another person as such. As the two women entered the elevator, they were joined by another man. Doreen noted that Evelyn hit the button for the tenth floor while she hit the twelfth. The stranger had pressed four. No sooner as the doors closed on the fourth floor behind the man, when Evelyn stepped over to Doreen and abruptly kissed her. Caught totally off guard, Doreen instinctively opened her mouth to protest, only to have the protest stifled by Evelyn's probing tongue. Then as abruptly as it had begun, Evelyn broke the kiss and stepped back. "All evening, you've been wondering what that would feel like." Evelyn said as she smiled. "I could see it in the way you kept staring at me. So now you know." Doreen was still too taken back to respond. It was been both abrupt and exciting she had to admit. Anything she then wanted to say was cut off by the chime of the elevator door's opening on ten. As Evelyn stepped off the elevator, she paused for a moment and turned to Doreen. "If you really want to see what it's like, I'm in room 1005." She said as the doors closed behind her. While the elevator moved upward, a dozen thoughts ran though Doreen's mind at once. Could she do something like that? Who would ever know? Would she ever get another chance? What would Timmy think? Did she even care? The doors opened on twelve and she took one step out, then hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back in and pressed the button for ten. Over ten minutes passed as Doreen stood outside the door to room 1005. What am I doing, she asked herself for the tenth time. The elevator chimed down the hall as she heard a few people getting off on this floor. Thankfully, they went in the other direction and entered their own room. She could tell they were drunk and hadn't even noticed her. "Can't stand here all night." Doreen said to herself in a low voice. "Either go forward or back." Taking a deep breath she finally knocked on the door. Long seconds passed and she thought Evelyn might have already gone to bed. She was thinking of leaving when a voice called from behind the locked door. "Who is it?" "Doreen...." She managed to stammer out. A second later, the door swung open and she stepped inside. The room wasn't much different than her own. Same color, same furniture, same boring art on the walls. Her head turned as Evelyn locked the door behind her. The tall blonde was now wearing a blue terrycloth robe. Her hair had been unclipped and combed out, hanging loosely around her shoulders. It was also slightly damp, telling Doreen she had just come out of the shower. "Did you forget something?" Evelyn asked as she smiled. "I was thinking about what you said in the elevator." Doreen said, her eyes fixed on the soft valley between Evelyn's breasts that was visible through the folds of the robe. "And......? Evelyn asked. "And, I think I'd like to know more." said Doreen somewhat hesitantly. "You think.....?" Evelyn said in a strong voice. "Either you do or you don't. Now which is it?" "I want to learn more." Doreen said, this time with conviction. Evelyn smile grew larger. She reached out and ran her fingers down across Doreen's cheek. The school teacher from Indiana found the touch unbelievably erotic. Her long index finger slid down across Doreen's face and caressed her small lips. Evelyn slid her finger into Doreen's mouth and let her suck on it for a few moments. Pleased with the young woman's willingness, Evelyn removed her finger and took a step back. The bright smile grew to its fullest. "I told you in the bar that I was a lesbian." She said as she took the same finger and ran her tongue across it. "What I didn't mention was that I'm also a dominant. Do you understand what that is?" Doreen had seen the word in a few books, she wasn't totally ignorant. She nodded a yes. "Tell me what you think it is?" Evelyn demanded. "I would guess that it's someone who's into Slave and Master situations." Doreen said, proud of her being able to answer. "A person who was a....." She hesitated a moment as she tried to remember the word. ".......Dominatrix." She finally remembered. "Very good." Evelyn said. "But there are various levels and situations that go with that." Doreen looked confused for a moment, her reading hadn't covered anything like that. "I'm not into whip, chains, leather or anything like that." Evelyn laughed softly as she now ran her finger down the deep valley of her 38D's. She could feel Doreen's eyes glued to its journey. "I just enjoy the feeling of being in total control. Do you think you could handle something like that?" Doreen thought about it for a few long seconds, her eyes riveted on the drop of saliva running between Evelyn's mounds until it disappeared beneath the robe. If Evelyn had asked her this a half hour ago in the elevator, Doreen was sure she would've ran as fast as she could. Now after taking the giant steps which had brought her this far she only felt exhilaration instead of fear. "Yes I could." She replied in a solid tone. "Really now?" Evelyn countered. With a flourish, the taller woman turned and walked over to the edge of the bed. She motioned for Doreen to follow. Standing at the edge of the bed, Evelyn hiked her left leg up onto the bed. She pulled loose the sash around her waist, allowing the robe to fall open. Doreen took a long hard look at the naked body that had just been unveiled. It certainly wasn't that of a 20 year old, but neither was it that of a woman pushing 40. Her large breasts were still full and only sagged a little. They were capped by silver dollar sized aureole, which in turn were topped by erasure sized nipples - already hard and erect. So enthralled by Evelyn's endowments, the younger woman didn't notice at first something she hadn't seen since junior high school gym. A totally nude pussy. A wicked grin on her face, Evelyn reached down and spread her vaginal lips with her hand, drawing Doreen's attention to its bareness. "I want you to lick me!" She commanded. Doreen dropped to her knees without a moments hesitation, so compelling had been the command. She looked up at the tall blonde and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes bearing down upon her. Then she looked forward into the pinkness stretched open in front of her. "Last chance to back out..." Doreen said to herself as she dropped her gaze to the floor and removed her glasses. Then with less hesitation then she showed the first time she took a boy in her mouth, the 26 year old grammar school teacher reached out with her tongue and stroked the sex of another woman. "Mmmmm, this is pretty nice." Doreen thought as she explored the inner reaches of Evelyn's canal. The young woman found it pleasantly surprising that she actually liked the taste that now filled her mouth. Prior to this moment she had never sampled the juices of a woman, not even her own. Based on the comments of both her boyfriend Tim and two previous lovers, she had expected it to be somewhat gross. At least that was the excuse they had always given for not doing it for more a few minutes. Just enough to help get her wet before intercourse. After giving Doreen ample time to become comfortable with exploring her womanhood, Evelyn took a gentle grip on the back of Doreen's head and helped guide her tongue to the most sensitive spots. "Not bad for a novice." Evelyn chuckled as she pressed the brunette's face deep between her legs. Doreen took that as praise and increased the motion of her tongue. Her face was now smeared with the sticky juices, but she didn't care. Without even checking, she knew that her own pussy, still covered by her panties, was also wet. "I guess you can handle it." Evelyn said as she released her grip on Doreen's head and guided her back to her feet. As soon as Doreen stood up, Evelyn pulled her close and kissed her again. This kiss was much more aggressive than the one in the elevator. Evelyn really loved the taste of her pussy on another woman's lips and after running her tongue along the interior of Doreen's now willingly open mouth, she began to lick it off her cheeks. "Strip for me." Evelyn whispered in Doreen's ear as she nibbled on the lobe. "Make me hot for your body." Doreen took a big step back and reached behind her for the zipper of her dress. She had never stripped for anyone before. Usually the men she'd been with wanted her naked as quickly as possible. She remembered an old adult movie she had seen in a motel she and Tim had once spent a few hours in. Incredibly, he had switched on the television after their lovemaking and watched part of an adult film for the last hour of their stay. Dropping her dress to the floor, she tried to copy the woman she had seen that night. Cupping both breasts in her hands, Doreen played with them for a few moments before releasing the front clasp. Then with an exaggerated shimmy, she let the plain white bra fall away from her mounds and drop off her arms. She returned her hands to her breasts, now running her fingers across the nipples. The girl in the film had breasts large enough to pull up within reach of her own tongue, Doreen knew she couldn't duplicate that. Instead she wet the tips of her fingers and rubbed the last remnants of lovejuice from her face, then spread it across her nipples. Evelyn had laid back against the headboard and was playing with her own breasts with one hand and sliding two fingers of the other into her pussy. "That's right." She purred. "Put on a show." Doreen's slip followed the bra to the floor and she stood only covered by a cheap pair of cotton panties. She slid both her hands beneath the waistband and let out a loud sigh. Then thrusting her shoulders back and her chest out with each motion, she began to rub her own clit. "Take it off!" Evelyn encouraged from the bed. Doreen continued to rub herself, now adding pelvic thrust to her gyrations. Then with as much strength as she could muster, she expanded a previous small tear in the material and ripped her panties off. Now totally exposed was a wild growth of bushy brown hair. No sooner had the now torn material hit the floor when Evelyn jumped from the bed and grabbed Doreen's shoulders. With a powerful shove, she tossed the smaller woman onto the bed. Then lifting each of her legs up and outward, she dropped down and buried her head between them. "Oh God!" Doreen exclaimed as she felt the wet touch of Evelyn's tongue. It was like a spark of electricity that shot up and throughout her body. The first jolt was followed by a second and a third, until it became a constant wave of delight. Evelyn's skillful use of her tongue instantly showed years of experience. In only a minute she had brought Doreen to a place she had only imagined before. The pressure against her sex increased, driving her further and further into a euphoric state. Her breathing quickened as she forced air into her lungs in short gasps. She gripped the sheet beneath her, balling it up in her closed fists. Doreen could feel the crest of an orgasm fast approaching, far faster than she could have ever brought it on herself. Rocking the bed she began to lunge her pelvis against Evelyn's face, trying to match the blondes own thrusts. Finally her body began to shake as indescribable pleasure filled her existence. "Ooohh Goddd!" She yelled in a high pitched voice. Evelyn took a firm grip on Doreen's ass and practically lifted it off the bed. She ran her tongue up and down the hair covered opening as fast as possible, finally sending her new found lover over the edge. "YYYeeeesssss!" Doreen now screamed at the top of her lungs, not caring who heard. The shout was music to Evelyn's ears. A few minutes later, the two woman laid side by side, regaining their strength. A look of bliss covered Doreen's face. She looked into Evelyn's blue eyes and finally spoke. "That was the most incredible moment of my life." She said in a quiet little girl tone. "I wish it could've lasted for hours." "That was just a warm-up." Evelyn laughed. "We still have a long way to go." Doreen's smile grew brighter. "But first, why don't we do something about this mess." The older woman said as she ran her hand across Doreen's cum stained pubic hair. "Sure, I'll only take me a minute to clean it up." Doreen replied as she started to get up. "Actually, I was thinking of cutting it all off." Evelyn interjected. "I don't think there's anything sexier than a woman who's bare." She added as she spread her own legs and let the overhead light shine on her own bare beaver. Doreen didn't even stop to think about it. If Evelyn had said they should go downstairs and run through the lobby naked, she would've given the same answer. "Ok." She said in that same little girl voice. Ten minutes later, Doreen stood in front of the full length bathroom mirror and admired her newly saved cunt. Evelyn had handled the razor with precision and not even a small scratch was visible. On her own, Doreen couldn't even shave her legs without drawing blood. She ran her fingers across the now exposed skin, giggling at its softness. "Mmmm, that's much better." Evelyn said as she embraced Doreen from behind and cupped her small breasts. Playing with her nipples, she kissed first her neck, then pulled her head around and met her lips with her own. This time the kiss was soft and gentle, and for the first time, Doreen was able to appreciate the warmth of Evelyn's kiss. A second kiss followed, then a third. All the while, the blonde played with the smaller woman's breasts, bringing her nipples to a stiff attention. Evelyn took a seat on the bowl and pulled Doreen to her. Her face now level with the small firm breasts, she kissed each nipple in turn. Just a peck at first, then a little harder. Soon Doreen's entire mound was covered with wet kisses. Pulling the brunette tighter in her embrace, the kisses turned to love bites as Evelyn's teeth glided across the soft skin. Then her attention turned to her nipples as first one, then the other disappeared into Evelyn's mouth. Doreen had never realized her nipples could be so sensitive, or that the simple act of sucking on them could feel so good. So distracted was she by this new revelation, she jumped when she felt two of her teacher's fingers slide between the folds of her now nude womanhood. The faster her fingers slid in and out, the harder Evelyn sucked. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, she brought her junior right back to the excited state she had enjoyed a short while before. As if hypnotized, Doreen began to again gyrate in time with the penetration. If Evelyn kept this up, she wouldn't last another ten minutes. As Doreen once against approached the edge of an orgasm, Evelyn suddenly stopped. Rising from the seat, she put her hands around Doreen's waist and helped her hop up onto the vanity. No sooner as she settle her ass against the cold countertop when Evelyn replaced her fingers and began to again finger-fuck her. The advantage of this new position was that Evelyn's large breasts were now face level with Doreen. A fact that the history teacher wasted no time in exploiting. Immediately she lifted the right breast and guided the nipple to her waiting mouth. Like a babe at her mother's tit, the 26 year old woman suckled. The rising heat from between her legs just increased her desire to bring Evelyn the same pleasure that she had given her. "Oh yes, baby." Evelyn said as she pulled Doreen's lips tighter against her breasts. "You're doing fine. Moving to the other breast, Doreen continued to stroke the saliva soaked nipple with her hand. What she lacked in experience she more than made up in enthusiasm. "Let's go back to the bed." Evelyn suggested as she pulled her breast away from a reluctant Doreen. Back on the bed, Evelyn laid out on her back and invited Doreen to get on top of her. Instead of going face to face, she swung her body around and again offered her moist pussy to Evelyn. "I knew you'd be a fast learner." Evelyn quipped before she was silenced by the weight of Doreen's sexuality as she pressed it down against her mouth. By the time Doreen had moved her own head down between Evelyn's legs, the blonde was already fast at work with both her tongue and fingers. It only took a few minutes for her to whip Doreen back to a teetering edge. Try as she could, Doreen couldn't keep up with the more experienced woman, but she would give it her best effort all the same. With her tongue pressing around and around Doreen's clit, and her fingers now covered with shiny lubricant, Evelyn abruptly switched hands. While her dry fingers soon became as wet as those they replaced, Evelyn ran the wet hand up across the curve of Doreen's ass and pressed the tips against her tightly closed pucker hole. First with one finger, then with a second, she pressed forward and gained entry. Once her hole has been stretched enough to hold two fingers, Evelyn applied enough pressure to force them both inside. The result on Doreen was immediate and explosive. Her anus had always been incredible sensitive. Once, a long time ago, a former lover had performed analingus on her and she immediately fell in love with the act. Unfortunately, none of her later boyfriends would have anything to do with such a practice. Except for Billy who had once tried to have anal sex with her, but had been such a clod that it hurt too much to even get it inside. Now with Evelyn finger-fucking both her pussy and ass, as well as licking her clit, Doreen realized she was on the threshold of the orgasm of her life. She gave up any attempt to try and bring Evelyn off and instead simply shut her eyes and allowed herself to drift on the currents of ecstasy ripping outward from her crotch. Finally in such a burst of raw energy that she thought she might be having a seizure, Doreen climaxed as she had never before. For the first time in her life she actually gushed, covering Evelyn's pretty face with the products of her eruptions. Evelyn of course was more than happy to accept the gift, continuing to both pump and lick away until she felt the woman on top her began to go limp with exhaustion. Evelyn had no intention of disturbing Doreen as she lay drained, her now totally saturated cunt still resting an inch above her mouth. She gently removed her fingers from both holes and with a gentle motion of her tongue, continued to partake of the fruit of her efforts. Evelyn liked nothing better than the taste of a satisfied woman. They made love once more that night, with Doreen finally bringing Evelyn to orgasm. After that, they both slept the sleep of the dead until Evelyn's bodyclock woke her up a scant 15 minutes before her meeting. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The relentless drone of an unanswered alarm flooded Doreen's consciousness. The flood of the memories that had replaced the alcohol induced haze abruptly stopped as she opened her eyes. "Oh my lord," She said to herself as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Was that really me last night?" It had been, she was forced to admit to herself. It would be easy to blame it on the booze. Simply say she had much too much to drink and had gone way over the edge. But while that lie could come easily enough, it wouldn't be true. It had been fun, and yes it had been exciting. Doreen couldn't remember the last time sex had been so exciting. But the thing to do now was admit that it had been both fun and exciting and put it all behind her. After all, tomorrow morning it would be back to Parkerston, Indiana, population 4,425. Back to the Eisenhower Elementary School were she was expected to set a moral example to the community and "lesbian" was a word not used in decent company. Yes, that was definitely the best thing to do. Just chalk it up as another little adventure that was better left forgotten. "Well better see what's on the agenda for today." Doreen said out loud as she walked over to the desk and picked up the brochure her roommate had left. Circled on it were discussion groups about various subjects by various well known and really incredibly boring educators. No doubt her roomie would find them fascinating. Since the closing ceremony for the conference was scheduled for 4:00 in order to allow many people to head home tonight, there wouldn't even be a party tonight. "Well at least I have a morning flight, no rushing to the airport tonight." She said to herself as she looked at the pile of suitcases her roommate had lefted by the door. Her roomie had a 6:00 flight back to New Mexico, but insisted on attending as many discussion groups and lectures as possible. According to her plan, she would attend the final comments and then race like the devil to the airport to catch her flight. "Well I wish her luck." Doreen thought. "Because if she misses her flight she'd be stuck her until tomorrow and I'll have to put up with her again." Looking at the clock, Doreen remembered that she told Tim she'd call him about this time to confirm what time her flight would get in. That way she could be sure he'd be there to meet her. As she reached for the phone she realized that was a really silly thought. Of course he'd be there to meet her. And if she knew Timmy, he'd take her straight to his apartment for a little between the sheets action. After all, he'd been without for five whole days. Unless of course he'd found someone else to keep his toes warm. The image of Bobby Jo (Boom Boom) Kolwowski, the waitress at the sports bar Tim spent so much time at suddenly came to mind. For the next half hour she sat on the receiving end of a busy signal. Finally she called the operator and asked her to interrupt, only to be told the phone was off the hook. "He knew I'd be calling this morning, where could he be?" She asked herself as she hung up the phone. No sooner had she replaced the receiver back on the phone than it abruptly rang. Quickly grabbing it she brought it up to her face. "Tim?" She asked, hoping that he had realized that the phone had been off the hook and was now calling her. "Who?" The feminine voice from the received asked. "Oh no, sugarpie, it's Evelyn." "Oh God!" Doreen thought. Just the sound of her voice sent a tingle between her legs. "Yes...." Doreen answered hesitantly. "I'm going to be finished with the last panel about two and I was wondering if you'd like to get together for a late lunch? That is if you haven't already made any other plans?" "Well, I haven't really." Doreen answered, now aware that the tingling had spread to her nipples. She hesitated for a few moments then asked "Just lunch?" "Well, I'll leave that up to you, darling." Evelyn laughed softly. Doreen stared at her reflection in the mirror across the room. She had already decided that the best thing to do about last night was simply forget it ever happened. She couldn't, she mustn't do anything to change that. "Could you hold on a minute?" She asked. "Certainly." Lowering the phone, Doreen repeated to herself that she had made the right decision. After all, tomorrow she would be back on her way to her real life. Back to Tim and respectability. Of course there would be some perfectly good explanation as to why he had missed her call. It was only her imagination, her guilty imagination, that put him in the bed of a bimbo. "Just say sorry, I can't make it." Doreen said to herself. "She'll understand. And who knows, if she really wants company, I'm sure she'd have no trouble finding it." Returning the receiver to her mouth, Doreen opened her mouth to say just that. But instead it came out. "I'd love to." "Wonderful!" Evelyn exclaimed. "I'll see you about 2:30 then." "Fine, I'll be ready." Doreen heard herself say before the phone went click. For a long minute she stood there, staring hard at the phone in her hand. How had no turned into yes? What was she thinking? Confused he hung up the phone. Just then the phone rang again. Hesitantly she picked it up and said hello. "Hi peaches." Said the deep masculine voice on the other end. "I'm glad I caught you." "Timmy?" She asked. For the next few minutes she listened as her boyfriend explained that he had knocked over his phone when he came in last night after a few too many beers. Figuring that she must've been trying to call and got a busy signal, he'd called her instead. "So how's the conference been?" He asked. "Very educational." She replied, thinking that was definitely the truth. "Well I can't wait for you to get home." He said. "It's been a long and lonely week." "Don't worry, I'll be home soon." She said and gave him all the flight information. "Great," He replied. "Well I'm going to have to run, babe. I'm playing ball with the guys down at the bar this afternoon." "All right, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then." Replacing the phone for a second time, she realized that the tingling between her legs had now given way to a soft wetness. But was it from Evelyn or Timmy? Should she call Evelyn back and cancel? Doreen picked up the phone and asked that Evelyn be paged. A few minutes later, Evelyn came to the phone. "Did you forget something?" She asked. "Err....actually...yes I did..." Doreen stammered. Silence on the other end indicated Evelyn was waiting for more of a response. "I just wanted to say....." Doreen began, stopping to take a long deep breath. "I just wanted to say that I wish that you'd call me Dee Dee. All my friends do." "Of course, Dee Dee, If it makes you happy." Evelyn beamed, her smile almost visible over the phone. "But I've got to get back. I'll see you later. I'm looking forward to it." "So am I." Dee Dee said as she too broke into a wide grin. Turning to look at herself once more in the mirror, she said out loud to her reflection. "I guess just once more can't really hurt. After all, this conference is supposed to be educational." Then her thoughts turned to what she could wear, wondering if she had time to stop at that really cute lingerie boutique she saw over on 4th street. END -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----