Message-ID: <20897eli$9904010435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Dick Goesinya" Subject: Ann Douglas Stories 1/3 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: <19990401025458.82121.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. Dark And Stormy Night by Ann Douglas (an309642@anon.penet.fi) *with apologies to a certain long eared beagle. A sudden flash of lightning filled the small cabin, causing the transistor radio to momentarily crackle with static. A few seconds later, the June night was filled with a resounding crash as the sound of thunder caught up with the light. The storm had been raging for a little over two hours, alternating between violent clashes in the sky and the steady patter of rain against the windows. "That was a good one!" Exclaimed the dark haired girl as she clapped in appreciation of the sudden illumination. "You wouldn't think so if we were out there." Replied her companion as she pointed out the large bay windows to the lake beyond. "But we're not, are we?" The first girl retorted in a exaggerated pout. "Sometimes you can be such a worrier." "You're right." The first girl answered. "But one of us has to have some sense. Otherwise you'd have us out on the lake because you'd get a better view." "Hey that's an idea." Robyn said in mock seriousness. "We could take one of the boats down by the dock and..." "Don't even think it...." Valerie cut her off in a dead stop tone. Both girls then broke in laughter. All in all, watching the storm and snacking on popcorn and the wine they had snuck out of the liquor cabinet wasn't the worst way the two 18 year olds could spend the night. Of course it wasn't what they had thought it would be when they come up to the lake two days before. Robyn Grayson and Valerie Carter had been friends for 12 of their 18 years, ever since they had met on the first day of kindergarten. Back then, they had both been pudgy little girls more interested in games and dolls than anything else. With slight variations, that had continued right up until they began to hit puberty. In Robyn's case, womanhood sprung upon her with a vengeance. She lost all her baby fat and in a single summer went through a growth spurt that cause her to fill up and out at the same time. Instead of the semi-plump tomboy, she found herself a very attractive young lady with a figure that drew boys like moths to a candle. It was during that summer that she finally appreciated her mother's insistence that she let her hair grow. Robyn had wanted to cut it short because it kept getting in the way. It now stretched down to a few inches below her waist. Valerie also began to fill out that summer but unlike Robyn, she lost none of her childhood fat. She added more than a few inches to her height over the last few years but with them came more pounds than she liked to think about. Today she hit the scales at 160. Thankfully it was spread throughout her body giving her a mature full figured look. Both girls sometimes wished that they could exchange bodies, at least long enough to see what it would be like. Valerie wished she could be as slender as Robyn. In turn, Robyn wondered what it would be like to have a 38D bust like Valerie's instead of her own small 34C. Yet despite the physical changes, both girls had remained steadfast friends. They had seen other friendships fall apart when one friend became one of the popular crowd and then no longer wanted to associate with former friends. Robyn had become part of the in crowd, a head cheerleader and the girlfriend of the star quarterback. But she made it clear to anyone who even suggested that it would look better if she "dropped" Val, that the crowd, the cheerleaders and even the quarterback would go before her friendship with Valerie did. In fact, the hardest adjustment to their friendship over the last few years hadn't been Robyn's rise in stature but Valerie's. Between both of them, Valerie had always been the smarter of the two. At least as far as the books were concerned. A constant presence on the honor roll, the short haired girl had finished the requirements for graduation six months early. And since she had also aced her SAT's, she'd been allowed to take courses at State this last semester. Valerie had been home only a few days when her mother had announced that they were going up to the cabin for a few days and wouldn't it be nice if she invited her friend Robyn to come along. It would give them a chance to catch up on the last six months. The first days of the trip had been pretty uneventful, just swimming in the lake, a little boating and barbecuing with the neighbors. Then this afternoon, Val's 14 year old brother, Bobby took a fall and twisted his ankle while climbing a tree. It had swollen up pretty good and her mother though it a good idea to take him into town and have it x- rayed, just to be sure. Since Val's father couldn't make the trip, heading into town would leave the girl's alone, but Mae Carter said she would be back in a few hours. If they had any problems in that short time, well the closest neighbors were only a quarter mile away. The wait in the small hospital turned out to be a lot longer than Mae had expected. By the time they were finished the storm was just beginning to hit. Since the old country roads had a tendency to wash out rather easily, especially the small bridge over Dobson's Creek, the safe bet was to stay in town until morning. So she had called the girls and told them that Bobby was fine and that they'd be back in the morning and not to worry. They'd assured her that they'd be fine. "I bet you wished you'd stayed home this weekend." Valerie said as she took drained the last of the wine from her glass. "I don't know, this is kind of fun." Robyn replied as she quickly refilled Val's glass. "More fun than Sally Kellerman's Graduation Bash?" Valerie countered as she looked at the now empty wine bottle. It seemed like they'd just opened it. "That was tonight wasn't it." "Yeh, I think so." Robyn said in a somewhat unconvincing tone as she stepped over to the bar and pulled out another bottle. "But I really wasn't planning to go to that anyway." "Oh sure, the biggest party of the year filled with the most popular people in school and you were just going to stay home and do your nails." Val said as Robyn refilled her own glass. "If my mom hadn't waited until we were up here before mentioning it, I never would've asked you. It wasn't fair to put you on the spot, not wanting to say no to this trip. Its not like I'd be angry if you wanted to go to the party instead." "I mean it, I really wasn't planning to go." Robyn insisted as Valerie looked on unconvinced. "I guess I'm finally beginning to realize what really stupid assholes some of those people are." "Well, what do you know?" Valerie called out. "There is a brain in that pretty head after all. Sometimes you can open your mouth and speak up." "Go to hell!" Robyn shot back in mock anger. "There are a lot of times I open my mouth." "Yeh, but then it's usually to attach it to some dumb jock!" Val returned. "Oh how sharp the tongue of a friend." Robyn laughed. "Speaking of heads and sharp tongues, maybe we should go a little easy on this stuff." Valerie suggested as she indicated the glasses they both held. "Wouldn't do to have mom come back and find us sloshed." "You worry too much." Robyn said. "By the time she gets back tomorrow we'll have had a good nights sleep and be fine." "Today you mean." Valerie corrected as she looked at the large clock on the fireplace mantle and noted that it was one in the morning. "Whatever..." Robyn said, grabbing another handful of popcorn. "Does this new asshole category include Brian?" Valerie asked, drawing up a mental image of Robyn's on again off again quarterback boyfriend. "Brian's both a prick and an asshole!" The long haired girl replied. "Turns out he was screwing both Jenny Davis and Helen Williams." "That would be on the nights you were seeing someone else?" Valerie asked. "Yes, I mean, that was different..." Robyn replied. "Of course." Val smiled. "What about you?" Robyn quickly asked, changing the subject. "You haven't said one word about the guys at State. You can't tell me you've been celibate all this time." While Valerie hadn't Robyn's experience with boys, she was far from a virgin. There had always been guys who realized that she was cute in her own way and would rather date a girl who's idea of an intelligent conversation wasn't what new store was opening in the mall. That and the desire to get a really good look at those big boobs that filled out whatever she wore. Jocks, Nerds or somewhere in between, guys were still guys. "Well I've been really busy these past few months." Valerie said, looking more than just a little uncomfortable. "College course are a lot more difficult than high school." "Bullshit!" Robyn yelled back. "I can tell when you're lying. You're seeing someone." "Well......actually...." Valerie hesitated, she was finding it hard to say the words that floated unbidden in her mind. "Come on, we're never had secrets from each other." Robyn insisted. "Didn't I even tell you when I screwed Mr. Peterson after he took me home from baby-sitting that night." Valerie remembered all to well how excited Robyn had been when she called her up on Val's private phone one night after midnight to tell her she'd just been fucked by Robert Peterson. A successful businessman in his late 30's, Valerie still wondered what drew a man like that to take such a chance with an 18 year old. She'd seen his wife many times and she was a very attractive woman. Some things she just would never understand. "Yeh, I remember." She answered quietly, staring into the glow that blazed in the fireplace. "So you know you can trust me. Come on." Robyn insisted. Valerie turned her gaze from the fire to her oldest friend. She could see in her hungry eyes that Robyn was possessed by a need to know. Still, the words wouldn't come. "Is it a teacher, or a professor isn't that what you call them?" Robyn asked. "Are you sleeping with one of them?" "No." Val simply replied. "Is it someone that's married?" Robyn quickly continued. "No." Val repeated. "Then why can't you tell me?" Robyn asked once more. Valerie stood up and walked over to the fireplace, again loosing herself in the warm glow. She ran her hand through her short black hair and sighed. It'd been a real long day, and the need for sleep and the wine was beginning to be felt. "Why don't we just drop this and get some sleep?" She said. "Cause I want to know, that's why!" Robyn said. "I want to know what it is that you can't share with someone you've been friends with since we were five." "Because you wouldn't understand, that's why?" Valerie replied. "What wouldn't I understand?" came Robyn's reply. "A guys a guy. God knows I've slept with a few jerks. So what's the..........." Robyn suddenly paused in mid-sentence. She brought her hand up to her still opened mouth in surprise. The reason Val didn't want to talk about it suddenly seemed crystal clear. "Oh shit," She exclaimed. "He's black isn't he. You're sleeping with a nigger! What's your mother going to do if she finds out?" Valerie just shook her head. It was bad enough that Robyn couldn't let the matter drop without her letting her narrow minded prejudices create all kinds of wild fantasies. "No, he's not black, or brown or yellow or for that matter white." Val finally answered, no longer caring how her friend would finally react. "If you really, really have to know - he is a she!" A pregnant silence filled the cabin as Valerie caused Robyn to be speechless for the first time in her life. She was certain she had just flushed a dozen year friendship down the proverbial toilet. Staring once more into the comforting flames of the fire, Valerie found that she really didn't care. She was tired of hiding it. If her friend couldn't handle the truth, well then maybe their friendship was a mistake in the first place. "What's her name?" Robyn asked. "What?" Val asked, not actually hearing Robyn. "I said, what's her name?" Robyn repeated. "Your girlfriend, or am I supposed to call her your lover?" "Whatever you're the most comfortable with." Valerie finally responded, surprised at her friend's calm reaction. "Her name is Beth Moskowitz." The name brought a sudden image of a tall dark eyed girl in Valerie's dorm. She had been introduced to her when she had gone up to State during spring break to take a look at the school. "I remember her." Robyn said. "She's very pretty." "Thanks." Val answered, unsure what else to say. "But it's already over between us. She wants someone who can be out in the open about our relationship. I'm not sure I'm ready for that." "I'm sorry." Robyn offered. The emotion in her voice showing the sympathy was genuine. "You want to talk about it?" It had been a good long time since the two women had really sat down and had such an intimate conversation. It felt good to the both of them. Surprisingly neither of them felt tired anymore. "I should apologize for that nigger remark." Robyn said. "I should know better than that, but sometimes the prejudices you're surrounded with are hard to ignore." "Actually I'm pretty surprised the way you've taken this whole thing." Valerie said. "I almost expected you to call me a dyke." "I'm not that bad, am I?" asked Robyn. "I guess not." Val smiled. "True, lesbianism isn't really a subject that comes up a lot in my circle of friends, but I'm not totally ignorant." she went on. "I know there's a lot more to a woman's interest in other women than the idea that she simply can't get herself a man." Actually, that little tidbit was the core of most of her friends thinking on the subject. Dykes, as they preferred to call them, were ugly girls who couldn't get a man and so turned to each other. Inevitably, some of their late night chat sessions would turn to sex. Robyn had always found it laughable as to what was considered acceptable and not. It was always ok to talk about how you fucked your boyfriend or a new position you tried. In fact, she could recall a night that Betty Lieberman demonstrated on a banana the perfect blow- job. Yet there was another night that Sally Keller asked one of the other girls how best to masturbate and found herself shut out of the group. Evidently, that was too close to sexual contact between one girl and another. "Was Beth a one time thing or are you defiantly into women now? asked Robyn. "I don't know." came Valerie's reply. "I still find guys attractive, but I'm also attracted to girls too. To be honest, I've been attracted to girls for a couple of years. This was just the first time I had the opportunity to do anything about it. If Beth hadn't been so open in her sexuality, I'd still be thinking about it." Robyn studied the face of her friend. The revelation that she had been attracted to girls for years sent her mind racing along a new track. It was almost a minute before she asked the question that repeated over and over in her head. "Were you ever attracted to me?" Valerie waited almost twice as long before answering. Just saying the words seemed to take a great load off of her. "I've been in love with you since I was 14." Valerie said. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" Robyn gushed. "What was I going to say?" Valerie asked "Do you think you could've handled it?" "Probably not." the long haired girl said after a moments reflection. "I'm not really sure how I'm handling it right now." "Do you want to let this drop and turn in?" Valerie asked as she looked at the clock. "It's almost one - thirty." "No, I'm not tired." was Robyn's quick response. Robyn took a long hard look at her long time friend. Most of their life, they had been closer than sisters. Had one of them been born a man, they would've undoubtedly been lovers. Now that little hinge of fate seemed to have been removed. If that was what they both wanted. "What's it like?" Robyn asked. "Making love to another woman?" "I could say it was softer, gentler than being with a guy." Valerie began. "But I don't think that would really describe it. I really can't put it into words." "I didn't think so." Robyn smiled. "Then I guess you'll just have to show me." "What...?" Valerie responded in disbelief. "Do you know what your saying?" "Maybe, maybe not...." Robyn grinned. "But I do know I love you too. This is about the only thing we haven't done together. I've always had a certain curiosity about it. That much I'm sure of." Valerie was taken a little aback, unsure what to make of what she was saying or what to do next. "Besides, I've gone to bed with guys for a lot less reasons." She laughed. Valerie knew that much was certainly true. Robyn leaned over and kissed Valerie. It wasn't the first kiss they had ever shared. There had always been the hello and good-bye as well as the holiday kisses. In addition, they had once practiced kissing one night back when they were 15 and they were just beginning to date guys. Robyn's first french kiss had been with Valerie. But all of those had been mechanical. Technically correct but lacking the feeling that you put into kissing a lover. This kiss had that feeling. A second kiss followed and this time Valerie opened her mouth as she felt the soft pressure of her friend's tongue against it. Many nights over the years she had dreamed of this moment. More than a few times she had been in bed with Beth and she had imagined it had been Robyn instead. Now the unexpected reality of it all as their tongues met was enough for a sudden moisture to appear between her legs, and any sense of caution to be tossed to the wind. The night sky suddenly erupted with the most violent thunderflash yet, one so close that the boom of its fury followed before the light faded. The windows shook as the sky opened up once more. "Wow, that was some kiss!" Robyn exclaimed. "I can't wait to see what the rest is like." Valerie merely grinned back, feeling a pleasing warmth filling her soul. Now it was Valerie's turn to initiate a kiss. As she pressed against the softness of her friend's lips, she reached up and caressed her breasts through the blue nightshirt. Her hand closed and cupped one breast, sending a soft sigh from Robyn's lips. "Let me take this off." Robyn said as she grabbed the bottoms of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Gazing with admiration as Robyn's pert breasts bounced free, Valerie found it funny that even though she was the one with all the experience in this sort of thing, it was her neophyte lover who seemed the more aggressive. It was like the old saying that there was no one more passionate than a virgin who had decided to give up her virginity. "Now your turn." Robyn said as she tossed her nightshirt aside and gave a little tug on Valerie's. Robyn's eyes widened as the red shirt lifted and she looked down at Val's much more ample bust. She couldn't even begin to imagine how many times she had seen her girlfriend naked over the years, between sleepovers, school showers and such. This time it was different. It was the first time she looked at her body with a sexual lust. The girl wondered if the warm flush she felt was the same thing a guy felt when he first saw those melon sized mounds. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Robyn immediately reached out and ran her hands across Val's breasts, rubbing her fingers against her wide dark aureoles. It sent an even more powerful rush through her body. She couldn't believe how warm her skin felt to the touch. It was as if she were running a fever. Valerie was indeed consumed with a fever, a heat that had simmered over the years. She reached over and cupped Robyn's breasts, lowering her head at the same time. Passionately, she began to cover them with kisses before taking one of the nipples into her mouth. Her tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of delight through the smaller girl. "Oh that feels nice." Robyn gushed as Val moved to her other breast, at the same time still caressing the first breast with her hand. Valerie's touch was so unlike that of Brian, her most recent lover. In fact she couldn't compare it to any of the men she'd be with. She only knew that it felt great. Valerie continued to suckle at Robyn's breasts as she reached down and rubbed her fingers against the long haired girl's wet panties. Robyn responded by pushing down her panties, giving her friend greater access to her pussy. Her response to the invitation was first one finger, then a second, deep inside Robyn's love canal. It wasn't long before her ministrations brought forth a wet, sweet response that covered her fingers. Robyn now tried to duplicate Valerie's skill with her tongue as she lifted one large breast to her lips. Of course she didn't have Val's skill, but she had tried this on a boy or two. At least those who didn't freak at the idea. For some reason, guys seemed to associate having their nipples licked or someone playing with their ass with homosexual acts, even if it was done by a girl. Still, she put everything she had into it as Valerie gave her a reassuring moan. Valerie's fingers continued to slide in and out of her as she moved to Val's left breast. After giving Robyn the time she needed to satisfy her mammary urges, Valerie guided her to the floor in front of the fire and spread her legs. Robyn knew what was coming next and smiled at her new lover in anticipation. The skillful tongue that had so caressed her breasts now began its work on her sexuality. Robyn let out a loud cry of pleasure as she felt the slick appendage slide in and out of her. She reached down and put her hands on the back of Valerie's head, guiding her to her most sensitive spots. The clock on the wall ticked away as wave upon wave of delight spread out across her body. She closed her eyes and let herself become lost in the ecstasy. The soft cries that escaped her lips every now and then brought an increased desire to Valerie. Tonight was a hundred nights dreams become reality. The honey dew that covered her tongue was like nectar of the gods. She scooped it into her mouth eagerly. "I've got to try this!" Robyn exclaimed as she shifted her body until Valerie and her were in a sixty-nine position. The scent of Valerie's womanhood filled Robyn nostrils, making her slightly lightheaded. She parted her friend's lips with her fingers and reached out for her first taste of another woman. It was, she decided, tantalizingly tangy. Closing her eyes, she relished the sensation, even as she reached out for more. More that Valerie was all too willing to give. The larger girl pressed her now pulsating mound deeper into her lover's face, even as she mashed her own mouth into Robyn's virgin pussy. She was driven by the idea that this would be her friend's first orgasm by another woman. A woman who had loved her for so long and had dreamed of this night. It soon became a game of dueling tongues as each tried to outdo the other. Valerie obviously had the experience, but Robyn was driven by an enthusiasm that just wouldn't quit. They rolled back and forth, their heads buried between each others legs. Nothing else mattered except the climax that each was driving the other to. A thin film of sweat covered both girls as their hearts began to race. Never had either of them had ever felt so excited. Valerie felt that she should be crying out how much she loved Robyn, but she couldn't bear to tear herself away from the luscious banquet she was feasting on, even for a moment. Robyn, on the other hand, couldn't help but let out moan after moan as her lover's skillful tongue reached up and into the core of her sexuality. No guy had ever brought her to such an ecstatic state. Fast as the waves of passion were now ripping through her supple form, she knew she was on the verge of a memorable climax. So powerful were the ripples causing her flesh to quiver and quake, she was having a hard time trying to keep up with Valerie. She just couldn't concentrate on what she was doing. Finally, she just gave up and surrendered to the fire of Val's desire. Valerie felt the absence of her lover's tongue but she didn't mind it a bit. She was overjoyed to have had her try as hard as she did, it was more than she could've imagined. She slid a free hand down between her own legs and began massaging her saturated mound, taking up where Robyn left off. She was determined that they climax together, even if she had to bring the both of them off herself. It didn't take long at all. It was almost impossible to tell which of them exploded first. Valerie felt Robyn's body stiffen in her arms, then a loud gasp filled her lips. A second later, she felt her own body erupt as well. At that moment, as if a sign from the heavens that they had fulfilled their destiny, the night sky erupted in a final flash of luminance, followed seconds later by a roaring thunderclap. A detonation so powerful it caused the walls of the cabin to shake as well. It was the last burst of a tempest which had finally blown itself out. Like the storm, both girls had expended the last of their energy in that final explosive moment. Robyn collapsed against Valerie, resting against her rapidly cooling flesh. Exhausted as well, Valerie gently stroked Robyn's hair. In a soft, weak, voice she spoke. "I love you, Robyn." Still catching her breath, Robyn couldn't summon up the strength to answer. Instead she leaned over and kissed Valerie's breast. The meaning of the non-verbal message was all too clear. It was impossible for either girl to tell how long they just laid there. Neither was aware of anything but the beating of their own hearts and the cloud of euphoria they found themselves floating in. Occasionally, one would stroke or gently kiss the other. Gently, the excitement of the night, coupled with the cool breeze that had come up in the wake of the storm, lured both of them into a dream filled slumber. There, the image of their love was replayed again and again. Sunlight had long filled the cabin as the two girls slept on. Still naked, they had become entwined during the night. It was only when the sound of a car coming up the driveway filled the room that Robyn's eyes slowly opened. She smiled as she felt the warmth of Valerie's skin against her cheek. Her lover's breasts had served as her pillow. The new sound of a car door slamming and voices outside caused her eyes to now rapidly open and she jerked her head upward. "Easy, Bobby," said the woman's voice from outside the window. "The doctor said you have to take it easy on that ankle." "Oh shit!" Robyn reacted to Mrs. Carter's voice as she began to shake her friend awake. "Just five more minutes." Valerie said in response to her girlfriend's shaking. "Val, your mothers back." Robyn said softly. "And we're naked." "Oh shit!" Valerie said as she repeated Robyn's reaction. Both girls scrambled for their nightshirts and quickly pulled them on. There was no time for anything else as they heard the front door opening. "Honey, we're home." Mae Carter called out as she stepped inside. The tall woman paused as she saw the two nightshirt clad girls. She was surprised to find them still not dressed at ten thirty. "Hi mom." Valerie said. "Hi indeed." Mae said. "I would've expected the two of you would've been up hours ago." "Well we kind of stood up pretty late last night." Valerie explained. "The storm and all...." "And we got to talking," Robyn cut in. "Catching up a little." "I see." Mae commented. "Hey mom," Bobby called out from behind her. Mae turned around and saw what Bobby had found. There, spread out on the floor, were three empty bottles of wine. As well as two glasses still half full. "The storm huh." Mae said as she gave the girls a hard stare. "Well...." Valerie replied, the ambiguity in her voice telling Mae that she knew they had been busted. "It's my fault, Mrs. Carter." Robyn interjected. "I opened the wine. I was a little scared of the storm." Mae though about it for a minute. Her expression remained stern. Then, it slowly began to soften. "Well it was a bad storm." She began. "And as long as you both understand that alcohol should never be used as a crutch." "Yes, mother." Valerie quickly said. "You don't have to worry about that, Mrs. Carter." added Robyn. "I'm positive that we'll never need alcohol again to get us through the night. Not as long as we have each other to depend on." "Good, now get some clothes on." Mae smiled. "I've got a car full of groceries out there. I'll start breakfast while you unload them." Her attention already on the kitchen and the mess she would probably find there as well, Mae missed the smiles and meaningful looks the two girls silently exchanged. Yet even had she noticed them, there wasn't a chance in the world she would ever guess the meaning behind them. Or ever understand how their relationship had changed - on a dark and stormy night. END A Hot Summer's Night Part 1 by Ann Douglas (AnnD55@nyc.pipeline.com) 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 too 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 but without electricity the microwave was out. So She'd have to endure it just long enough to heat a TV dinner. 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 also 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 broken up with her last boyfriend in June and really hadn't met anyone 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 things 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 blonde haired girl was thinking of seeing how good a fuck he might be when his birthday came around again. But Herman had died of a heart attack 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 told her that she 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 argument 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 blondes. The splash of cool water against her 5'4" frame felt good. The frigid touch caused her nipples to harden, reminding her it had been some time 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 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 too 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 washed 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 36 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 news." 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 couldn't hurt to be nice to the super. You never knew when something in the apartment was going to break and you needed it fixed right away. 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 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 attack, 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 bottles 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 begun 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 women 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. 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 wide 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 of both 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 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 then moved her head down Rachel's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and lower she kissed 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 steady 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 lay still. She lay 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 areolae. 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 theirs had peaked. 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 other 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 seen 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 the 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 her face. With her legs spread, Toni lowered herself until her bushy mound hovered right over Rachel's waiting mouth. Rachel stared for a few seconds at the hairy pussy barely two inches above her. It was her first real look at a woman's sex in a good many years. Who would have 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 its 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 lay 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 powder keg 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 thighs, causing the older woman to erupt again in an orgasmic 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 torrents 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 she felt so exhausted or satisfied. She collapsed forward across Rachel's body, her eyes closed once again, this time in exhaustion. Rachel just lay there beneath her, licking the spilled juices from her olive hued legs. Without being able to look at herself in the mirror, she knew her face was covered 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 Rachel 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 complement she had ever received. The look of satisfaction on her face as the two naked women 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 theirs 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 answer 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 one o'clock. A Room With A View by Ann Douglas Jimmy O'Rourke sat on the living room couch as he and his parents watched the movie of the week. It was a hot summer night and the O'Rourke's apartment didn't have air conditioning. The outdated wiring of the old Brooklyn apartment house just couldn't handle the load. Instead the 16 year old had to settle for sitting around in his gym shorts and trying to cool off with the large fan over in the corner. The movie was pretty boring, but his mother seemed to enjoy it. His father had dozed off in his chair about a half hour ago. Jimmy really wished they were able to have cable put in, nothing was ever really good on network television. Out of the corner of his eye, though the open window next to his father's lounger, Jimmy saw a light come on. Specifically, the light in the rear bedroom of the apartment across the court. Glancing up at the clock on the wall, the young man smiled as he noted the time. "Showtime." he thought to himself. Holding his excitement in, he got up and announced he was going to turn in. It had been a long day. "Aren't you going to wait to the end of the movie?" Mrs. O' Rourke asked. "Nah, you can tell me how it turns out." came his reply as he left the living room for the small bedroom behind it. Stepping into the darkness, Jimmy made no attempt to turn on the light. Instead, he merely quietly closed the door and put the small hook lock in place. The lock had been a small concession from his parents when one of his two sisters had walked in on him one morning when he was changing. They had a lock on the large bedroom next to his, so it was only fair that he had one too. Satisfied that the door was secure, Jimmy dropped onto his bed and looked out his own window. The shade which normally covered the opening was pulled all the way up, a sight not that unusual on these August nights. From his vantage point, he could see right into the brightly lit room across the courtyard. It wasn't just any room, it was her room. It was totally by accident that Jimmy had discovered the wonderful opportunities the window only a clotheslines distance away held. He had been sick one night from pigging out on pizza and soda and was just laying there in the darkness nursing a stomachache. When she had walked passed the window, stark naked right from the shower - he had almost fallen off the bed. Since then, he had become more familiar with the schedule of her household then his own. Maria Gonzalez was 24 years old, single and had lived across the way for about six months. He had passed her many times in the halls of the four story walkup. At the time, the teenager had noted that she was kind of cute and didn't have a bad body. Of course at his age, he made that appraisal of just about every girl he saw, his sisters included. Usually he would a chance to say a quick hello as she raced up or down the four flights to and from her apartment. She worked as a waitress at a local dinner and put in as many hours as she could. There were 18 other families in the building so aside from a quick once over, he had never given Maria that much thought before. Now laying in the darkness, Jimmy began to become impatient for her to appear. He hoped that his slight delay in acting on the appearance of her light hadn't caused him to miss her. He removed the small pair of binoculars he kept hidden beneath the mattress and trained them into her apartment. Even on the best nights, he would only get a quick look at her. The first thing he noticed through his spyglasses was that she had moved her dresser. The large mirror on top of it was now almost in line with the window. "Shit." Jimmy muttered under his breath. "Why'd she have to move the damn dresser?" Previously, the dresser had been on the far wall and Maria had to step in front of the window to get her comb or take clean underwear out of one of the drawers. If Jim was really lucky, he would get a real good look at her tits. Now all he could hope for was a peek at her ass with her back to him. Disappointed, Jimmy dropped the glasses onto his bed and sighed. It was too good a thing to have lasted. He was about to get up when a motion across the way caught his eye. It only took a moment to bring his binoculars back into play. There, reflected in the large mirror was a full frontal view of Maria, clad only in a skimpy bra and panties. "Oh God!" Jimmy exclaimed, remembering at least to keep as quiet as possible. Previously, he had only gotten quick looks at her, but now she was just standing there. Giving him the time to fully appreciate her slender form. Maria had very short black hair that extended to only an inch or so below her ears. Her skin was a rich caramel brown. The bright white of her lace bra and panties was an effective contrast. Fixing his stare on her breasts, Jimmy wondered how big they were. They looked a lot bigger than they did when she wore her uniform, which was usually what he saw her in. In fact, they looked a lot bigger than his 19 year old sister Judy's, the only girl's tits he had really seen. That had been one night when they were sitting at the kitchen table playing a board game and Judy was wearing a pajama top. The light was shining behind her and he could see her breasts hanging loose beneath the material. he felt funny getting a hard on looking at his sister, but finally decided that a girl's boobs were a girl's boobs. It didn't matter if they were your sisters. He later took one of her bra's out of the hamper and checked the size, it was a 34C. he was sure that it would've been too small for Maria. Jimmy watched in fascination as Maria combed her hair. His eyes kept shifting from her reflection to her actual body. She had an incredible ass, he thought. It was small and firm and really hugged the small panties. It looked so close he felt like he could just reach out and touch it. Rubbing his free hand against the hard on that strained against his shorts, Jimmy let out a soft sigh. This was better than cable. Maria then reached up behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. Jimmy couldn't believe his luck. She was going to take it off. When the soft brown globes popped free of their restraints, Jimmy thought he was going to shoot his load right there and then. Forget about her ass, he could see every detail of her tits. The dark circles at the ends and the small stubby nipples in the center. Never mind wanting to reach out and touch them, he now imagined himself kissing them all over. His hand slid into his shorts and pulled his cock free. Gently, slowly, he ran it up and down his full six inches. It felt so good. In the back of his mind, he imagined what it would feel like if it where Maria's fingers wrapped around it. Maria now took each breast in hand and rubbed them vigorously, restoring the circulation that was sometimes cut off by the tight bra. The motion of her fingers felt good to her. Playing her nimble fingers over her nipples, she quickly brought them to a full hardness. It'd been a long time since she'd had a man to play with them. What with college classes during the day and working at the dinner at night. Sure there were plenty of men both in school and at the dinner who would be happy to take them off her hands so to speak. But she was looking for more than just a casual fling. She was far from a virgin, having given herself to her older boyfriend at 16. But as she had gotten older herself, she knew she didn't want to find herself like so many of the girls she had grown up with. Married to a useless loser who once had seemed so desirable and tied down with a few kids. Or worse, alone with a kid after being dumped by a guy who didn't want to be tied down. For a few minutes, the brown skinned woman lost herself in the sensation of flesh upon flesh. Eyes still closed, she slid her hands down across her breasts one last time and over her flat stomach. They came to a rest when they reached the small white triangle between her legs. Using both hands, she rubbed against the silk material. A soft sign escaped her lips in response to her caress. Jimmy began to pump furiously as he watched her play with herself. Already he could feel a fire growing in his balls. Through the powerful binoculars he had borrowed from his father, he could even see small bushy hairs sticking out from beneath the folds of Maria's panties. He only wished he had borrowed his dad's camera with the telephoto lens instead. Then if he had, where would he have gotten the pictures developed? Jimmy was now so oblivious to everything but the image before him, he wouldn't have even noticed if his mother had walked in on him at this moment. Across the way, Maria was in a similar state, having slid one of her hands beneath the waistband of her panties to provide a deeper touch. Her breaths began to come in shorter gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers inside of herself. In due time a third finger would follow. Faster and deeper she moved, manipulating the small nub of her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her wetness. Eventually the cloth of her underwear became too restrictive and was quickly discarded - much to Jimmy's delight. Each was lost in their own world, riding the waves of a rising ecstasy. They were joined in a common desire to reach the summit, a bond that united them as if the clothesline were a umbilical cord. Jimmy'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 having trouble keeping Maria in focus. No matter, the image was locked in his memory. A stray thought filled his mind for a moment - he was glad his bed didn't squeak. That though quickly vanished as 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. Across the small courtyard, Maria had also reached her own climax, although a much softer and quieter one. Still it had been satisfying enough. Enough to let her sleep and dream of better days - and nights. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided a quick shower was in order. Her eyes seemed to have a mischievous gleam in them as she looked deep into the mirror and a wide smile appeared on her face. Still naked, she turned away from the mirror and leaned out of the window. Had Jimmy's father, who had awaked a short time before, taken that moment to turn away from the movie credits rolling across the screen, he would've gotten an eyeful. As it was, she went unnoticed by all but Jimmy. Petrified, positive she could see him, Jimmy laid motionless. He was afraid to even bring down the field glasses because that motion would've drawn attention to himself. Any erotic thoughts were long gone from his head, even his once hard cock had now shriveled up. Jimmy wasn't sure how long she stood there. It could've been only a minute or an hour. Then her smile seemed to grown wider and she blew him a kiss, before disappearing from sight. "Oh God." Jimmy panted as he tried to stop shaking. "I've never been so scared before." A few seconds later, the light across the way went out. He quickly cleaned himself up and crawled under the sheet. Still it would be two hours before he could finally fall asleep. He figured that if she hadn't come over to complain to his parents by then, she wasn't going to. It was a good thing he didn't consider the idea that she might be by first thing in the morning or he never would've gotten to sleep. Over time, the fear that he felt faded and only the erotic excitement of that night remained. Jimmy never did figure out how she had spotted him that night or if she had known he was there all along. The experience was never repeated because the next day, a new pair of blinds appeared in the window. Maria moved out two months later when she finally finished her college classes. Jimmy overheard one of the neighbors say she had gotten a job with a Manhattan firm and had moved on to a bigger and better apartment. In those two months, Jimmy only passed Maria in the hall once. It was the week before she moved out. For the first time since she had lived there, she stopped and looked at him when he said hello. She smiled back and returned the greeting. "It's nice to see you again." She added, that same mischievous gleam in her eye. With that she was gone, leaving a relieved and upon closer inspection, a much aroused Jimmy O'Rourke. END A Visit To Grandmother's House (Part One) Sally Liebowitz hummed a tune as she walked down East 53rd st. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and she was on her way to have dinner with her Grandmother. Actually she was several hours early for her usual Friday Dinner but it was such a beautiful spring afternoon she had skipped a boring lecture at the City University. One of the conditions her parents had set when they agreed to let her move back into the city while she attended college, was that she check in with her grandmother at least once a week. Sally was sure that her parents were more concerned with Grandma Shirley keeping an eye on her rather than the other way around. Not that the 19 yr old minded. Shirley Klein was her favorite person in the whole world. If she hadn't been her Grandmother, Sally would've adopted her as such. All her life, Shirley had been the one to encourage her to reach out and grab all that life had to offer. The brunette smiled as she recalled Grandmother's favorite advice. "You can't just sit on your ass waiting for your ship to come in, you have to row out and meet it!" She smiled at the doorman of Shirley's building as he opened the door for her. He assured her that her Grandmother was home and asked if she wanted to be announced. "No thanks, Mr. Collins," Sally said. "I have my key. Grandmother usually takes a nap in the afternoon, I'd hate to wake her." "Well enjoy your visit." He replied. As she entered the lobby, Sally could feel the gray haired doorman's eyes following her. Feeling a little frisky, she gave her ass a little wiggle. Might as well give the old man a little treat she mused to herself. The long hair brunette liked to tweak the interest of the men she passed. 5'6" and 105 lbs, she had a figure that was more than pleasing to the male eye. The short sleeved yellow blouse and blue skirt completed the picture. As the elevator rose to the 12th floor, Sally reached into her purse for her keys. Grandmother always told her, have your keys ready before you get out of the elevator. It's safer that way. Sometimes, Shirley Klein sounded like the proverbial Jewish Grandmother. Exiting the elevator, Sally walked quickly to apt 12b and opened the door. The apartment was quiet as she entered, no television or radio on. Dropping her purse on the table, Sally was about to call out and then thought better of it. If she was napping, no sense waking her. As was her habit, Sally took a minute to check out the latest addition to the photo gallery on the wall. Grandmother had been a professional photographer when she was young and still liked to spend at least a few days a month photographing the city. The gallery ranged from pictures of last weeks Memorial Day to a photo of her Grandparents and her father. Everyone said that Sally was almost the image of Shirley when she was a teenager, but Sally never really say the resemblance. At least not in any picture she had ever seen. That was one thing she always found strange about the wall. There were dozens of photographs of every other member of the family, but almost none of her Grandmother. The great photographer was, she always claimed, camera shy. Reaching the end of the long wall of pictures, Sally decided she was thirsty. Moving to the kitchen, she checked the fridge, only to find that there was no soda. Settling for juice, she poured herself a glass. "I guess putting on the TV is out," Sally said to herself as she finished the glass and put it into the sink. "Maybe shouldn't have come so early after all." A sudden noise from the direction of the bedroom started the young girl. She quickly walked to the back bedroom and began to open the door. "Gran........" Sally started to say, but the word froze in her throat as she looked into the room. Stretched out on the bed, was her 62 yr old Grandmother - totally naked. Her legs stretched out in each direction, the dark haired woman was furiously pumping a large rubber dildo in and out of her gray haired pussy. Her eyes were tightly closed and a soft moaning could be heard from her lips. It was that which Sally had heard. Sally's first impulse was to turn and gracefully exit. But she found herself transfixed by the image before her. In fact She found herself taking a good long look at her Grandmother. Shirley Klein may have gained a few pounds and wrinkles over the years, but she was still a good looking woman. Her hair may have been dyed, but that was her only vanity. She ignored the effects of time through a daily exercise program, one which helped keep her large breasts from sagging to the level of most women her age. Shirley had, Sally noted, the largest nipples she had ever seen, surrounded by dark 2" circles. That was one thing she had always been secretly glad to have inherited from her father's side of the family. While Sally's mounds were no where near in her Grandmother's class, they were a definite improvement over the flat chested 32a's of both her Mother and her maternal Aunts. Finally backing quietly out of the room, Sally quickly decided to leave the apartment and come back later. Grandmother would be really embarrassed if she knew her Granddaughter had seen her fucking herself. As she rode down the elevator, Sally couldn't get the image out of her mind. It was hard enough picturing her parents as sexual partners. Thinking of Grandmother Shirley as having sexual needs was near impossible. "Well it's been thirty years since Grandfather died, you dummy!" She told herself. "Do you think she just turned off a switch at 32 and just forgot all about sex. You should be so lucky to still be getting off when you get to be her age." Taking a long walk, Sally killed about two hours and found herself back at the building about five. This time she had Mr. Collins call ahead. "Oh my Sally," Shirley called out as she met her at the apartment door. "I was afraid that you had forgotten your old Grandmother." "You'll never be old, Grandma." Sally replied as she kissed her cheek. "Can I get you a soda? Shirley asked as she closed the door behind her. "There isn't any sod...." Sally started to reply then caught herself. "I mean sure, anything you have is fine." "Its going to have to be something really simple tonight, Sally." She said as she poured a glass of fruit juice. "Mrs. Silverstein called this afternoon and asked if I would go to the theater with her. Mr. Silverstein has to attend a business function. I hope you don't mind?" "Of course not, Grandma." She replied as she took the glass of juice. "You go and enjoy yourself, I'll be fine. I'll just crash on the coach and watch a movie on the cable." "If you'd find yourself a nice boy you'd have a lot more interesting things to do on a Friday night than baby-sit your Grandmother." Shirley said as she set the table. "In fact Mrs. Weinsten over in apt. 11c was just telling me the other day about her nephew, Norman. He's an accountant, not much older than you." "Lets not have that conversation again, Grandma." Sally said with a sigh. "I'll find my own boyfriends, in my own time." "Suite yourself, Sally." Shirley continued as she followed the place settings with a casserole dish and began serving dinner. "But if you keep letting all these eligible young men go by, I might just grab one of them for myself." Sally nearly choked on the juice at that remark. For a split second, she imaged her naked Grandmother laying in bed with a "nice young man." That's a crazy idea, she quickly told herself. Playing with sex toys was one thing, but the idea of Shirley having a lover young enough to date Sally was totally ludicrous. Yet all though dinner, Sally found herself wondering if Shirley did have a man in her life. Not some young stud of course, but someone more her own age. Knowing her Grandmother's zest for life, she couldn't believe she was settling for a piece of rubber. No sooner had they cleared the dishes when the doorbell rang. Shirley said she'd get it, it must be Mrs. Silverstein. Sure enough it was. Golda Silverstein was about 5 years younger than Shirley. They had become friends about twenty years before when Shirley had first moved into this building. She had light blonde hair, dyed of course, and was on her second face lift. Sally had always found her a little stuck up, but then again she was Grandmother's friend, not hers. "Sally darling..." Golda gushed as she reached out for the girl and planted a wet kiss on her cheeks. "It's been far too long." "Hello, Mrs. Silverstein." Sally said in an unemotional tone. "My you're going into quite a young lady." She continued. "Pretty soon some young man is going to sweep you off your feet. In fact, My Grandson Sidney just graduated from Columbia and......" "Sally prefers to meet her own young men, Golda." Shirley quickly interjected. "Oh well..." Golda said, a little disappointed. "Thanks...." Sally said under her breath to Shirley. "We shouldn't be too late." Shirley said as the two older women headed for the door. "Be sure to make sure the door is locked behind us." "I will." Sally said with a smile. Sally waited at the door until the elevator doors closed behind the two women. Then she closed the door and locked it. After stepping away from the door, she hesitated for a second, then stepped back and rechecked the lock. "Now she's got me doing it!" Sally said to herself as she laughed. ( Part Two) Two hours later, Sally was totally bored with TV. What good were 70 channels if none of then carried anything she wanted to watch. Getting up from the couch, she began to pace the apartment. Eventually, her mind began to drift back to the afternoon's events. She began to wonder about the large dildo she had seen her Grandmother playing with. While she had seen pictures of such things, she had never really seen one up close. "She must keep it in the bedroom." Sally said to herself. "It wouldn't hurt if I took a quick look at it." Curiosity quickly overcame discretion, and Sally was soon going through the dresser's in Shirley's bedroom. Twenty minutes later, she was about to give up the search. Wherever Shirley kept it, it was a good hiding place. "Might as well straighten up a little in here." Sally thought. "At least it'll give me something to do." Ten minutes later, the room was neater than she had found it and Sally was headed for the door. "Ooops" She called out as she stumbled over the large rug under the bed. Regaining her balance, Sally bent down to straighten out the rug. It was when she lifted it to smooth it out that she noticed the trapdoor like panel beneath it. Pulling the rug as far back as she could, the young woman opened the panel. A wide smile filled her face as she saw the rubber phallic resting atop a large black book in the cutaway section of the floor. Lifting it up, sally was fascinated by the detail of the toy. It even had little veins carved onto it. About ten inches long and wider than any real cock Sally had ever seen, she began to wonder if she would be able to handle something as large as this. It had been a long time since she had been a virgin. As far back as her sixteenth birthday in fact. Yet none of the half dozen boys she had been with since then had been anywhere half as big as this. Placing the dildo on the bed, Sally turned her attention to the large black book that had laid beneath it. Lifting it out of the cubbyhole, she was surprised by its weight. It was obviously a photo albums of sorts and based on its size, must've held over a thousand pictures. Sally's eyes opened in amazement as she laid the album on the bed and flipped it open. For someone who claimed to be camera-shy, her Grandmother appeared in literally hundreds of the photos within. What set these pictures apart from all the others Sally had seen before was that in everyone of them - her Grandmother was either nearly or totally naked. And in most of the pictures.....she wasn't alone. Fascinated by the incredible collection of erotica, Sally laid out on the bed and began to take a second look at the album. Spreading it out on the bed, she turned again to the front and started with the first photo. Many of them were dated, and as she read each one, a familiar wetness appeared between her thighs. The oldest photo was dated 1949. It showed a dark haired 17 year old Shirley performing fellatio on a much older man. Next to it was one dated 1951, in which her Grandmother was on the receiving end of a cock nearly as big as the rubber dildo now laying at the foot of the bed. Sally looked again at the date and realized that it was taken almost a year and a half after Shirley had married Morty Klein. Whoever the man in the photo was, he definitely wasn't her Grandfather. Page upon page showed a variety of sexual acts with a even greater variety of partners. Oral, anal, vagina, even multiple partners.....it seemed like Shirley had tried them all. Sally had gotten up to the middle fifties when she suddenly realized what fascinated her about the photos, apart from the obvious that is. Except for the really old hair style, they could be pictures of her. She really was almost a double of Grandmother Shirley in her younger days. Sally felt her hand slide down between the elastic of her panties almost automatically as she continued to turn the pages. By the time she stopped at a large 8 x 10 photo of Shirley mounting a incredibly huge black man, the girl had three fingers inside of her and was frenetically pumping them in and out. The date on the photo read 1956 and sally remembered that it would be almost a decade before interracial sex became the social thing to do. Even more incredible were the pictures that started with the mid 1960's. That would be the point where Shirley became a widow. The collection began to include photo's of the older woman and other women. Sally gasped as she looked down at the image of her beloved Grandmother licking the pussy of a large Hispanic woman. Taking a second look at the large woman's face, Sally recognized her as Maria Ortega, the live in maid who had worked for Shirley for about ten years. Sally herself was no stranger to lesbian sex. In her last year of high school, she and Donna Levy had spent a lot of time playing with each other. The usual sort of experimenting that many girls did. It wasn't until her first term of college however that Sally had her first real lovemaking session with another woman. She had accepted a dinner invitation from an graduate student who made so secret of her lesbianism. Spending the night at her off campus apartment, Sally had been treated to a seemingly endless night of orgasms. Moving on, the photos began to include scenes of group sex as the dates moved to the late sixties and early seventies. Looking at a photo of Shirley in her middle forties, Sally hoped her body looked that good in another twenty years or so. A sudden sense of recognition caused the girl to turn back the page. She held the book closer to the light and looked again at the face of the short woman locked in a passionate kiss and embrace with her Grandmother. "My God!" Sally exclaimed to the empty room. "That's Golda Silverstein!" By now, the wetness between her legs now covered her entire hand. Sally couldn't remember that last time she'd felt so horny. It had been over a month since she'd last been with a man and even then the night had ended with her only giving him a quick blow job. Her eyes caught sight of her Grandmother's dildo. Did she dare? The longing within her cried yes. She had to have some relief and her hand just wasn't going to do. Looking at the large clock on the bureau, Sally noted that it was only a quarter to nine. The play wouldn't even let out for another hour or so. Even if they came right home rather than stopping for a quick bite as was their usual custom, Shirley and Golda wouldn't be home until at least ten thirty. Slipping off her skirt and panties, Sally propped herself up on the pillows. She unbuttoned her blouse and undid the clasp of her bra. Her nipples were already hard and erect and they tingled in the warm night air. She ran a nail across them and was rewarded with an even greater sensation that ran through her body. If she had breasts as large as Shirley, she thought, she would be able to lick her own nipples. Positioning the large cockhead at the entrance of her sexuality, she applied a slight pressure to bring it inside. Even wet as her pussy was, she had to go slow. On her first attempt it went in barely a half inch before she felt she had to remove it. Well, she had plenty if time. Sally continued to slide it in a half inch at a time, covering it with her slippery juices and making each re- entry that much easier. She could feel the fullness of the hard rubber filling her tunnel. Biting her lips, she slid it in even deeper, anticipation the pleasure she would find when she took it all inside of her. Yet even as she kept one hand on the substitute cock and continued to work it within her, the young woman still studied the photographic history of her Grandmother's sexual life. By the time the dates reached the mid- eighties and Shirley reached her fifties, her partners captured on film began to become younger and younger. Earlier, Sally had easily discarded the image of her Grandmother with a lover in his mid twenties. Spread out before her was the photographic record of lovers who looked barely out of high school. In fact there was a blow up of a photo that was marked Mexico, 1987 showing Shirley in bed with a young girl. Although rather generously endowed, the girl didn't look over 16. Sally's patience with the dildo was soon rewarded as she soon found that she could now easily slide in almost eight inches without effort. Quickening the pace of her ministrations, she began to send ripples of delight throughout her body. No longer able to split her attention between the album and the increasing ripples of ecstasy that began to rip outward from deep between her legs, Sally reluctantly put the book aside. As she laid back and closed her eyes, she could still see the last photo clearly in her mind. Taken very recently, right here in the apartment vestibule, it showed a 62 year old Shirley energetically sucking the cock of a teenage delivery boy. Her mind now totally focused on her task, Sally could feel the rising torrid within her. Her breathing had become labored, and sweat covered her chest. Both hand were wrapped around the dildo as she plummeted it in and out of her quaking body. Her hips lifted off the bed with each thrust, causing the old bed to creak, just as it had done for her Grandmother this afternoon. Then with a loud shout, Sally climaxed like she hadn't in months. Time seemed to stop as Sally as if her spirit had left her body. Nothing existed excepted the pulsating joy that filled her body. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body exhausted. She was only vaguely aware of the beating of her heart or that fact that she was still breathing. All she knew was that she had never felt so drained - or so good. "I just have to rest a few minutes." She told herself. "Then, I'll clean up and take a shower." No sooner as she finished that thought when her eyes closed and she found herself deep in the purple mists of dreams. "People have always said that you took after me." Said the quiet voice that pieced Sally's sleep induced fog. "I guess they were right after all." "Grandma?" Sally asked as she slowly opened her eyes. It took a few moments for her to focus on the image of Shirley Klein standing over the bed. It only took another second for Sally to remember that she was still naked and her thighs were covered with small river of dried cum. Or that the massive dildo was still buried between her legs. "Oh God!" Sally muttered as she pulled herself up, causing the dildo to slide out a little. her face now totally red with embarrassment. "I don't mind you playing with my toys..." Shirley said as she reached down and pulled the dildo all of the way out. "But you could at least clean it after you're finished." With that, she lifted the rubber to her mouth and licked off a small spot of still wet cum. A smile quickly replaced the false look of indignation. "I see you also inherited my good taste." Shirley purred. "Lets get you cleaned up and we'll have a little girl to girl chat." Sally quickly jumped out of the bed and headed for the master bedroom and the shower within. Watching the swaying curves of her Granddaughter's ass, Shirley found herself wondering if maybe she could also use a shower......... END A Vulcan's Love This story is set during the episode AMOK TIME Christine Chapel took a deep breath before she entered the Vulcan's quarters. Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been this nervous. The soft folds of the light blue nurse's uniform rose with the swell of her breasts as she took a second breath and then finally entered the dimly lit room. "Mr. Spock?" She called out in a low voice. When no answer was heard, she took a hesitant step into the dimly lit quarters. A wave of hot air hit her as she stepped from the cool confines of the hall. It was obvious that the environmental controls had been set for "Vulcan Normal." Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness and she could see the outer room of the two room quarters was empty. A slight sound from the adjourning bedroom caught her attention. Gripping the hypo in her hand ever tighter, she followed the sound. "Oh God!" Christine exclaimed in a hushed whisper as she entered the bedroom and saw the Vulcan lying naked on the bed. A layer of sweat covered his body, matting the thick layer of black hair that covered his chest. Moving closer, her eyes couldn't help but notice the enlarged state of his penis. If Spock had been fully human, the 10 inch length of his shaft would've been considered excessive. >From her studies of Vulcan anatomy, the Nurse knew he was only average sized. Christine jumped back as Spock moaned in his sleep. Almost afraid to wake him, Christine gently brushed his wet hair way from his eyes. In her mind she could imagine the agony he was going through. On her first deep space assignment, Christine had responded to an emergency on a small Vulcan research station on Amin VI. There she had found one of the male Vulcans in a state very much like Spock's. In order for her to help him, one of the other Vulcans had explained the concept of Pon Farr to her. Their own healer had been killed in the accidental explosion that had brought her ship to Amin. Afterwards, she had respected their wish that she never speak of it again to any offworlder. Yet, as a result, Christine knew more about what was wrong with the Enterprise's First Officer than Doctor McCoy did. In her hand she held a hypo with a drug that would help decrease a Vulcan's sex drive. It was an obscure medication, only used as the time of Pon Farr. "I can't bear to see him in agony." The blonde nurse thought to herself. How many years had she been in love with this man. A love that she knew would never be reciprocated. Yet, even knowing this, she would still make any sacrifice for him. "Nurse Chapel?" Spock said in a low voice as he opened his eyes. Christine didn't say a word as he sat up on the edge of the bed. His lack of clothing in no way detracted from his bearing. In fact it enhanced it, since even in his weakened state, the strength of his body was evident. His eyes drifted from her face to the medical instrument she held. "Calnizine." She replied to his unasked question. "Then you know?" He asked. "I encountered it once before, a long time ago." Was the reply. With that she raised the hypo to his shoulder and injected the drug. Spock seemed to react ever so slightly from the injection, a sign that even his famous control slipped at this time. "Thank you.......Christine." He said, the faint trace of a smile on his lips. Hearing her name from his lips brought more joy to her heart than a declaration of love. In all the years since she had come onboard, it had never been anything but "Nurse Chapel." About ten minutes pasted and Christine began to become worried. The medication should've begun to work by now, instead his condition seemed to be worsening. A glazed look began to come over his eyes and he began to moan once again. "This shouldn't have happened." Christine thought. "I'd better get Doctor McCoy." Twenty minutes later, Leonard McCoy walked out of Spock's bedroom, a worried look on his face. Christine had been waiting in the outer living quarters since summoning the CMO. She had explained Pon Farr to the Doctor upon his arrival. Much of it he had already figured out. While he couldn't exactly condone his nurse's actions, he more than understood her desire to help Spock under conditions that would preserve his dignity. "It's that blasted human/vulcan mix in his physiology." The doctor exclaimed as he walked up to Christine. "The medication you gave him isn't having any effect on his human half." "Then what can we do?" She asked. "Damned if I know." McCoy said. "They didn't exactly cover this at Starfleet Medical. I'm going back to sickbay and see what I can come up with. But the bottom line is that we're still fifteen hours from Vulcan. Even though I know Jim and Scotty would burn out the warp drive trying to get him there a little faster, we may just have to face the fact that he's going to burn out before we get there." "Should we move him to sickbay?" She asked. "No, there nothing more that I could do for him there." McCoy said, the frustration in his voice evident. "With Spock's passion for privacy, it's better off keeping him where he is. Just stay with him and monitor the situation." A quarter of an hour passed and Spock's fever continued. Christine desperately search her mind for a solution. Then a sudden thought caused her to rethink the situation. "We've been looking at this all wrong," She said to herself. "We've been looking at this as if it was a virus or infection. Something that wasn't normal for Spock. But what we really have here, stripped of all the alien customs and physiology, is an incredibly horny man. A genuine case of the fictitious disease that young men even in this age tried to convince women existed. It was called many things, but always came back to original name, blue balls." Spock needed to mate. If he didn't, he'd die. It was that simple. Christine didn't know if a human female could take the place of a vulcan during the Pon Farr, but it was worth a try. After all, Spock's mother was human. Suddenly aware of a touch at the base of his cock, Spock snapped awake. Looking down, he instantly understood what Christine was attempting to do. "Christine, no." He protested. "It isn't safe for you to......" She silenced him with the touch of her fingers against his lips. Then she replaced the hand that had been stroking his cock with her mouth. It was impossible for her to take him fully inside her mouth, but she began to suck earnestly. She could feel a reaction in his body. Running her tongue down to the base of his scrotum, she could hear his moans changed from those of pain to delight. Spock's skin, normally warm to the touch now radiated a warmth that Christine could feel to the core of her being. She could tell that her actions were having a positive effort, but it would take more the stabilize him. Releasing his cock, she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her uniform, sliding it off. A few moments later, her bra and panties followed, dropping atop the blue pile. She was now naked in front a man with sex in her heart for the first time since she had lost her fiancee Roger Korby. The thought only lasted a second before she climbed up onto the bed and straddled Spock. Rubbing her already moist pussy against Spock's huge organ, Christine spread some of the lubricating juices over it. She was surprised when Spock reached up with both hands and began to caress her breasts. His touch was so warm, and so exciting. Christine was now consumed by the need to have him inside her. On all of the nights she had fantasized about being Spock's lover, she had never really believed they could come true. Taking his pulsating cock in her hand, she guided him to her. The pain of initial entry was much more than she had even felt the night she had lost her virginity. Spock's size, coupled with the long passage of time since she'd been with a man, were the two main reasons. Determined, she began to slowly slide up and down, taking more of him within her with each motion. Spock's hands moved from her breasts to her temples and she felt a strange presence in her thoughts. The fact that Vulcan's mind melded during sex had not been part of her instruction long ago. It had been confined to the physical aspects. Still it was a pleasant surprise, and soon she became away of what she felt like to Spock as he entered her again and again. It was like being both a man and a woman at the same time. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. The mild meld firmly established, Spock released her temples and took a firm grip on her back and shoulders, adding his immense strength to her thrusts. No, words passed between them, only short breaths escaped their lips. There was no need for words, not when they could feel each other's thoughts. Through the mind link, Christine could feel Spock rising to orgasm, just as Spock could feel her's approaching. She could feel that as much as he wanted to climax, he was using his last vestige of will to hold until she could join him. Finally the moment approached and Spock pulled her to him and drove into her with animalistic fury. All of Christine's senses were tuned to this moment as a wave of euphoria filled her mind and body. She could feel Spock's seed fill her, the heat of it filling her pussy. The look of bliss on his face added to her ecstasy. Lowing herself onto him, she pulled herself up and kissed him for the first, and deep inside she knew, for the last time. Totally spent, Christine lay on top of the Vulcan. She could feel the mind link dissolving as Spock drifted into a peaceful sleep. Even without a tricorder, she could tell his temperature had dropped and his breathing was more regular. Allowing herself a few minutes to relax and just enjoy the memory, Christine then carefully lifted herself off him and slid her feet to the floor. Quickly she dressed, all the while rejoicing on the almost smile that still shone on Spock's face. Christine knew that in less than a day, Spock would be on Vulcan, and by tomorrow night he would be in the arms of his betrothed. In fact, she had seen a brief glimpse of her in Spock's memory during the meld. Vulcan's were supposed to be beyond anything like considering a woman beautiful, but that was the word Spock's consciousness had associated with T'Pring. Despite that, she would always remember that she had been Spock's first. And for this brief moment in time, he had been hers. For the rest of her life, she would remember the hour in which she had possessed the love of a vulcan. When Doctor McCoy checked in on Spock a half hour later, he was greatly pleased at his patient's improvement. If he suspected the reason, he was too much the southern gentleman to inquire further. END Arresting Officer by Ann Douglas "All right, round 'em up and move 'em out!" Sergeant Mike Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx under his command. "You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied. Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of women across the open courtyard to where a large blue bus waited. Despite the cool early morning air, few of the women wore much in the way of clothing. Tank tops and shorts seemed to be the order of the day. The uniform of their profession you might say. "God, I love posse duty." Murphy laughed as he pointed out two of the passing women to Herrity. The early morning roundup of prostitutes had come on the heels of another of the Mayors reoccurring speeches on the immorality of the profession. Delivered at the Sunday meeting of the Society for a Moral City, the Mayor had concluded his speech with the solemn promise that no matter what you might hear about other politicians. You would never hear his good name connected with such a unsavory practice. Then, after spending a few minutes spreading good wishes among the more influential members of the Society, the Mayor begged their leave explaining that he had urgent and pressing business. Said business being an visit to the apartment of his personal secretary where less than five minutes after his arrival they were hotly engaged in the same sort of activity the Mayor had so recently condemned. "Looks like the wagon is just about full up." Herrity remarked. "And we still have about a half dozen more to haul in." "Well I guess we'll just have to load the last of them in the squad cars like we usually do." Murphy quipped. "Maybe help grease the wheels of justice a little." Both men laughed at the inside joke. "Only a couple left, any preference?" Herrity asked. "Nah, just pick one." Murphy answered. "Its not like I'm going to spend a whole lot of quality time looking deep into her eyes." Herrity motioned for the closest Officer to bring his charge over to the Sergeants car. She wasn't exactly a beauty, but what did you expect out here in the warehouse district. "Wait a minute!" Murphy exclaimed. "Wait one fucking minute!" Herrity whirled around to see the sudden cause of his superiors excitement. His eyes quickly fixed on the next to last girl in the line. He quickly called out to the escort officer to bring his charge over. Then with a hand motion, he dismissed his first choice to another car. "Sweet mother," Murphy whistled as she came closer into view. Standing 5'6" with dark hair pulled up into a topside ponytail, the 20 year old had a figure which could make a monk reconsider his vows. Her skin was a olive brown, the product of a mixed heritage. Clad in a yellow tank top that appeared several sizes too small, her 38D breasts pressed so tightly against the material that both her nipples and two inch wide aureoles were highly visible. Bright red and full lips crowned a flawless smile. One inch wide gold circles hung from her ears, a second small diamond stud above them. Long smooth legs stretched out from beneath a pair of cut off blue jeans, cut so short as to have only a little over two inches of material at the sides. The young woman looked as out of place among the usual streetwalkers as one of them would look in a convent. "And what would your name be, sweet thing?" Murphy asked. "Jody." She simply answered. "Jody Austin." "Well Jody, looks like you've run into your first piece of luck today." Murphy smirked. "Since the bus is already filled, you get to ride downtown with me. We can chat a little and maybe I can put in a good word for you." He added as he ran his eyes up and down her hot body, taking in the little that was left to the imagination. Jody returned the stare with her baby blue eyes, taking note of the growing bulge in his uniform. "Well, maybe something can be worked out." Jody smiled. The smile was reflected threefold in Murphy's face as he pictured the beautiful young woman on her knees, his cock buried in her mouth. Then he'd show her how to really grease the wheels of justice. "Is there a problem here, Sergeant?" Came an authoritative female voice from behind Murphy. "Oh shit!" Murphy mentally exclaimed as he identified the voice even before he finished turning around. "No problem, Lieutenant." He said as he came to a stop. "We were just a little too successful in implementing the Mayor's directive. The bus is already full so we were going to transport some of the stragglers in our cars. In fact, I was going to move this one myself." "I see..." Lieutenant O'Rourke said as she stepped past the Sergeant and took a long hard look at his prisoner. Cynthia O'Rourke stood 6' tall and presented a most formidable figure. Countless long hours in the gym had left her with a lean muscular form, the envy of even the male officers. Her short hair was a bright red, providing a complimentary contrast to her very light skin. Her features were rather ordinary, no one would ever call her beautiful. Yet when she removed the dark sunglasses she wore, her bright green eyes brought a sparkle to her face. The only jewelry she wore were the shining Lieutenant's bars and the 21th Precinct insignias on her collar. Unlike the off the rack uniform worn by most of her fellows, Cynthia's were tailor made. The cut of her blouse accented her small 34 inch bust. They were the only suggestion of the 36 year old's gender. Turning her attention away from the scantily clad prostitute and back to Murphy, Cynthia couldn't help but notice the swelling in his trousers. "Such devotion to your duty is to be commended." Cynthia said with just a trace of sarcasm in her voice. "But, I'm afraid the Captain wants to be able to give the Mayor a full report on the sweep at their breakfast meeting this morning. You're not going to be able to give your new friend here your special attention." Murphy's only answer was a small, barely audible groan. That and a sudden reduction in the size of his bulge. "Don't worry, I'll make sure cutie-pie here finds her way to where she's supposed to be." The Lieutenant added, a look of satisfaction on her face. The opposite look filled Murphy's face as he reluctantly opened the door to his cruiser and entered it alone. Just before he gunned the engine and tore out of the lot, Cynthia heard him mutter.... "Damned Bitch!" The Sergeant's car was follow by the prisoner bus and two other cruisers, leaving only two cars behind. "Nothing else to keep us here." Cynthia said. Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to put them on the prisoner, pinning her arms behind her back. Regulations clearly called for them when transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to the driver of the other car that he would meet him back at the station. "I don't think I'll be needing an escort, Herrity." Cynthia said. "I don't think this young lady is going to give me any trouble. Are you honey?" "No." She meekly answered. "Good." Cynthia smiled. Herrity hesitated for a moment. It was clearly against regulations to let O'Rourke transport the prisoner by herself. But then again, she was a Lieutenant. Unless there was another higher ranking officer to overrule her, her orders were set in stone. Besides, she was somewhat of a hard ass. He would love to see her taken down a peg or two if she got chewed out by the Captain over this. It would be so easy just to casually mention the incident within earshot of the right person. With a broad grin, Herrity turned and entered the other cruiser. "Jody was it?" Cynthia said as she eased her into the car. The hooker nodded in acknowledgment. "Well Jody, maybe we'll just take a little ride downtown. But I'm afraid that it won't be the one you were expecting from Murphy." The ride to the Precinct was both quick and quiet. Neither Cynthia or Jody said a word to each other. When they pulled into the Station's parking lot, Jody finally broke the silence. "You're actually taking me to jail?" She asked in wide eyed astonishment. "Well that's what usually happens when you get arrested, Peaches." Cynthia said with a grin. "Where did you think I was taking you?" "I thought....I mean I......" Jody stammered, then became very quiet. Parking the car, Cynthia removed her prisoner and led her through the parking lot and into the station house. Immediately they were immersed in a sea of dark and light blue uniforms. The Lieutenant acknowledged the greeting of the desk sergeant with a wave of her hand. Her first order of business was to check in her firearm. Weapons weren't allowed in the booking area. With a firm grip on the younger woman's shoulder, Cynthia guided her through a maze of corridors. Stepping down a final hallway, Jody could see a small crowd of fellow hookers waiting to be booked. It appeared to be a long line. "Afraid we have a full house this morning, Lieutenant." A sandy haired officer said as he approached Cynthia with a clipboard in hand. "Might be an hour or more before we can even begin to process your paperwork." "It seems like it gets longer and longer, Pete" Cynthia observed. "Yeh," The officer replied with a nod of his head. "But it should ease up a little when they open the annex at the end of the month. At least we'll have those new holding cells." "On a morning like this we could use them." Cynthia said. "I sure hope the Mayor is enjoying his Sunday morning breakfast plans, because mine just got shot to hell." "If you like, Lieutenant, I'll be happy to take her off your hands. So you can get out of here and make your date." Pete Willis said with a smile. Cynthia returned the smile because she knew his request was genuinely motivated by a desire to help her out. Not every cop in the precinct was an asshole. "I appreciate the offer, I think I'd like to take care of this one personally." "Good enough." He replied. "You know, I bet if I really tried, I might be able to sneak you in ahead of some of the others. Rank has its privileges you know." "You know I've never played that game." Cynthia concluded. "Its not fair to the street troops who are out there busting their tails every day. I can afford to wait a while. I'm just going to see if I can find a place to store the princess here while I grab a bite to eat." Pete was about to say that every holding cell in the station was already filled when the Lieutenant turned and led her charge away. He wondered what the hooker had done to piss off the Lieutenant so much that she made the bust herself. Officer Willis knew that many officers thought of Lieutenant O'Rourke as a cold hearted bitch. But he had seen her cradle an injured child or cry at a murdered cops funeral. He had also heard how she stood down two uzi armed druggies when they broke into a west side health clinic looking for drugs. The incident had ended with both druggies dead and a dozen clinic patients eternally grateful. Another journey down a series of endless halls caused Jody to become disoriented. The one thing she did notice was that with every new turn there were less and less people. Finally they came to a locked door at the end of a corridor. There was a sign that read - 21th Precinct Annex. Taped over it was a hand written sign that read - Construction Zone - No Admittance. Jody watched as Cynthia pulled a key ring from her belt and unlocked the door. Where was she taking her? She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off with an angry stare before she could say a word. Another quick trip down a dimly lit corridor and then down a long flight of stairs, carefully avoiding piles of construction debris, brought the two women to the just finished holding cells. With a practiced swiftness, Cynthia attached a locking clamp through Jody's cuffs and clipped it to the iron bars. It was finally too much for Jody to keep silent. "You can't seriously be thinking of leaving me here?" Jody exclaimed as she pulled against the hard metal of her handcuffs. "It's a thought." Cynthia mused as she took a step back and took a long hard look at Jody. "But perhaps we can find a way to, what was the phrase Murphy used, oh yes, grease the wheels of justice." Jody only replied with a hard stare. "Oh come on, " Cynthia said as she retraced her step and reached out and stroked her hand alongside Jody's cheek. Jody tried to pull away but Cynthia had her pinned against the bars of a cell. "You can't tell me this is all new to you. How many cocks in blue have filled that pretty mouth of yours." Cynthia added as she ran her long manicured finger across Jody's full sensual lips. "Or how many times you've spread those lovely legs for the boys in blue." "I don't do women." Jody said defiantly. "Then you're definitely missing something." Cynthia went on as she glided her finger down across Jody's neck and into the deep valley between the large olive skinned breasts. "You're a fucking dyke!" Jody spat out. "Don't knock it till you've tried it." Cynthia laughed. By now her hand's journey had brought it to the high slit in Jody's shorts and her fingers played across both the exposed skin and soft flesh of the girl's ass beneath the thin material. "Of course, I could've left you to the sweet attentions of Sergeant Murphy." Cynthia said as she patted Jody's ass. "From what I hear, he's hung like a horse." Her digital odyssey now moved up the small of Jody's back. "Then again, I've also heard that he likes his action through the rear door." Cynthia smirked. "I would guess that it would be a real tight fit back there." The in a abrupt motion, Cynthia grabbed Jody's ponytail and jerked her head backwards. Pressing her mouth hard against the captive woman, the Police Lieutenant savored the softness of Jody's lips. The younger woman opened her mouth to protest, only to have it filled by a probing tongue. Then as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended. "Still not interested?" Cynthia asked. Jody answered by again pulling against her bonds, and letting out a grunt of frustration when they proved as unyielding as before. "Well I guess I'll have to just work a little harder to change your mind." The woman in blue responded. Cynthia turned away from Jody for a moment then once more ran her hand across the backside of the tight red shorts. She stopped at the solitary pocket and slipped her fingers inside. "What's this?" She asked. Jody looked over her shoulders to see what Cynthia was talking about. She was shocked when the tall redhead pulled a knife from out of the hooker's shorts. "What have we got here?" Cynthia asked as she held up a six inch switchblade. "A concealed weapon, and an illegal one at that." "You planted that!" Jody said. "Did I?" Cynthia asked in mock innocence. "Who's going to believe something like that? I mean take the word of some street whore against that of a decorated member of the Metropolitan Police." "I was searched before, when they rounded us all up." Jody countered. "I remember the cop's name, Santiago. He searched me head to toe. He can tell them I didn't have a knife." "And I'll bet he enjoyed searching you too." Cynthia said as she played with the closed knife. "But the fact remains that Officer Santiago is still a rookie. That combined with the fact that there are limitations on how thoroughly a male officer may search a female subject, as well as his possible distraction by your obvious charms, could have caused him to miss this weapon." The change in Jody's expression showed that she knew she wouldn't be believed. "And who's to say that once they run this weapon though the lab, what else they might find." Cynthia went on. "It wouldn't surprise me the least to find that it was used in an assault case, or perhaps even a homicide. Something a lot more serious than turning tricks." "I've met some really scuzzy cops before." Jody snapped back. "But you are one sick crazy fucking bitch!" The black haired girl felt the sting of the sudden blow against the side of her face before her eyes even registered the movement of her captor's free hand. There had been a lot of force in the swing, and she didn't need a mirror to know her cheek was now a bright crimson. "Wrong answer, whore!" Cynthia yelled, raising her voice for the first time. An expression of fear replaced the bravado In Jody's blue eyes. Had she pushed too far? Cynthia's burst of anger seemed to pass as quickly as it erupted. Her attention was now back on the knife. With a loud snap, she popped the blade open. Jody's eyes opened wide as she watched the rays of the overhead work lights sparkle across the length of the blade. Cynthia seemed fascinated by the miniature light show. "I was just thinking," Cynthia said as she stepped up to Jody and grabbed the bottom of her tank top an stretched it outward. "If you were able to hide this knife, who knows what else you were able to hide?" With that she brought up the cutting edge and sliced through the thin material of the blouse. Jody took a deep breath as the razor sharp knife passed up between her huge mounds and then arched up toward her neck. To be pulled aside at seemingly the last moment. The now severed sections of her blouse fell to her sides and her previously restrained breasts burst free. Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin globes bounced in the open air. A full 38D, they had the largest aureoles the Police Officer had ever seen, nearly two inches across. Capped by wide nipples that rose nearly an eight of an inch. Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and brought a hand to each globe. Cynthia sighed with delight as she closed on the soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across the erect nipples. "Mmmm, the firmness of youth." She purred. Jody couldn't help but respond to the touch. Her nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, even this simple caress was enough to send a pleasing ripple across her chest. She bit down on her lip to hide her facial reaction but knew she wasn't doing a very good job of it. What self control Jody had, faded completely when Cynthia replaced her grazing touch with the wet and warm sensation of her tongue. Cynthia had first sucked another woman's breast when she was 16, and the years of experience showed. If anything, Jody's nipples grew harder as Cynthia stroked them again and again, sending shivers of bliss now throughout her captive body. Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia's tongue marked a path across Jody's inviting neck until it once more reached her mouth. Pulling the girl's naked breasts tight against her, Cynthia kissed her a second time. Moist and warm, this time there was little resistance to her effort as Jody even opened her mouth to admit her. As they played a game of dueling tongues, Cynthia slid her free hand down beneath the waistband of Jody's shorts. There she was greeting by three exciting surprises. First, the fact that she wore no panties - although not surprising considering her occupation. Secondly, running her fingers across her pubic mound she discovered that it was totally bare. And finally, the most exciting discovery - Jody was already dripping wet. Despite her protests, she was really being turned on. Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both sides of the blue shorts and pulled them down with a powerful thrust. Jody signaled her consent by stepping out of them as they settled on the floor. "She looks like a teenager." Cynthia thought as she got her first took at Jody's shaved pussy. It brought to mind the image of Carol Davis, her first lover when they were both teens. Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia pushed her head forward and ran her probing tongue up and down the length of Jody's slit. Quickly covered by a thick coating of lubricating juices, her tongue effortlessly slid inside. "Oh God yes!" Jody exclaimed, no longer caring about anything except the electric touch of this woman's mouth. She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to drive Cynthia deeper within her. More than happy to accommodate her desire, the older woman began a series of furious motions with her darting tongue. The dark haired woman moaned loudly as Cynthia gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her face hard against her wetness, sucking hungrily. It wasn't long before Jody was on the verge of orgasm. Her body quaked and sweat ran down her breasts as her vaginal muscles contracted around the instrument of her pleasure. Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed with an intensity she had never before known. Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched backward and she slammed against the hard bars behind her. Cynthia's fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of her buttocks as the red haired fury lapped up her juices like a kitten does milk. Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars. Cynthia rose and stepped back, enjoying the view of her prize. Smiling, she ran her tongue across her lips, relishing the sweet souvenir of their encounter. After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed that the hooker had opened her eyes and was again staring at her. Neither fear or hostility showed in her eyes, just an increasing hunger. Satisfied that she now had her complete attention, Cynthia walked over to her and unclipped her belt. As it fell to the floor, the tall woman began to slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. That too soon fell to the floor, exposing a dark blue bra that because of its matching color had been invisible beneath her tunic. A minute later, her slacks were piled atop it, exposing matching blue panties. Soon they too joined the growing pile. Cynthia's breasts were much smaller than Jody's, her skin a pale white. Many times she had tried to get a tan, but she had a tendency to freckle - a condition that she truly hated. Between her legs sat a wild bush of bright red hair, stretching over her entire bikini area. Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and straddled the sitting girl. Jody immediately took the hint and pressed her face between her legs. Cynthia let her take a few minutes to get comfortable to the idea and then began to do a bump and grind. It wasn't long before the red hair was sticky with juices as Jody practiced what Cynthia had taught her. She couldn't match the experience twenty years of lovers had given her partner, but she was willing to give it all the delight her youthful zeal could bring. Running her fingers through Jody's dark hair, Cynthia soon lost herself in the rising crest of her own passion. The girl had learned well, she had to admit. Not many lovers were a natural at this, but Jody had definite potential. "Oh baby, do it to me!" She yelled as she grabbed a handful of hair and mashed her moist pussy into Jody's mouth. The excitement of the last hour erupted like a bursting dam. Cynthia felt every muscle in her body tense up and then turn to jello. As her legs gave way beneath her, she reached out for the cell bars for support. Finally even that wasn't enough as Cynthia slid to the floor next to Jody. Long minutes passed as the two sweaty women sat up against each other, catching their breath. Finally, Jody broke the stillness. "Can I get out of these now?" She said, lifting the handcuffs into view. Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off her belt. A few seconds later, Jody was rubbing her sore wrists. "Happy now?" Cynthia asked. "Not really, but I think this will make me feel better." Came the answer. With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed her as hard as she could. This time is was her tongue that was the aggressor as it explored the interior of Cynthia's mouth. They lay there in each others arms, softly caressing the others naked form. Exchanging long, moist, kisses, their tongues slipping back and forth. "This was fun." Jody said softly. "A pity it has to come to an end." "I know," Cynthia replied, still stroking Jody's breast. "They should be just about finished with that crowd up in booking. I should be able to get your paperwork right through now." "Fuck you!" Jody hissed. "Hey, I was only kidding." Cynthia chuckled. "And besides, I think you just did." Standing up, Jody examined the torn remains of her blouse. It would be impossible to wear out of the building. "What am I going to do about this?" She asked. "I can't very well parade upstairs with these hanging out." "They are very noticeable." Cynthia noted, the humor still in her voice. "Don't worry, there's some clothes in the locker room in the back. You can wash up and change." With that, Jody picked up her rags and heading in the direction she had indicated. Cynthia washed up in the utility closet. She knew that if she followed Jody back into the locker room's shower they would never get out of here. Quickly dressing, she checked her watch, still time for a late morning breakfast. "Hey, lets get a move on!" She yelled to the back. Jody reappeared five minutes later, having gone an amazing transformation. She was a totally different woman. Her topknot ponytail was gone and her black hair had been tied up into a tight bun. Gone also were the bright makeup and gold jewelry. Her face had been freshly scrubbed and she now wore only a hint of makeup. What was most astonishing was the outfit she now wore. It was the blue uniform of the Metropolitan Police Force. On her collars were the pips of the 14th Precinct. She wore the shield of a Patrolman, across from the name tag which read Austin. "How do I look?" She said, striking a pose. "Like a recruiting poster." Cynthia replied. "Now lets get out of here." The two woman turned to leave when Jody asked. "What would you have done if they had actually booked me?" "I would've said you were one of my snitches and got you out of there." Was the reply. "With the Captain off smoozing with the Mayor, I'm the senior officer here. No one would think to question my cutting you loose." "I have to admit, Cyn, you really outdid yourself this time." Jody smiled as they walked down the corridor to the stairwell. "You can be a real crazy bitch when you want to be." "And you love it." Cynthia grinned, blowing her lover a kiss. "True, very true." "Enough chit-chat, we really have to get going." The Lieutenant said as they reached the stairs. "D'Marco's isn't going to hold those brunch reservations forever." "One last thing though," Jody said as she followed up the stairs. "If we ever try this again, next time... I get to be the arresting officer!" At that, both women burst into laughter. END Ann Douglas The AnnD Webpage can be found at http://www2.inow.com/files/Authors/j/wwwfjellst/AnnD/ The AnnD Collection is made possible by TIAC -The Internet Access Company. Dedicated to service, speed and support. Find them at Awakenings Part One For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes, Kathryn Gray glanced up at the large clock on the office wall. It had been one of those days that seemed like it would never end. She had a theory that the three-day weekend that waited beyond five o'clock caused time to move much more slowly. A silly theory, she admitted to herself, but as good an explanation as any as to why the day was dragging on forever. Kathryn had been working at Moore and Ryan for nine months now. It had been the twenty-three year old redhead's third job since graduating from college some two years before. All things considered, she was glad to have it. Even if it meant that she had to travel almost an extra half-hour from her parents house out in Queens. At least on this job she had a chance of being promoted into a position where she could use the business degree she had worked so hard for. "Another twenty minutes to go," she said silently to herself as she looked down from the clock to her near empty desk. Normally Kathryn wasn't a clock-watcher, but today she had finished all of her assignments early and was feeling a little bored. In fact, she had already set up a few things for Tuesday morning to get a head start on them. It was just her nature to be constantly active. "Looks like Miss Perfect's all done for the day already." Said a quiet laughing voice from behind Kathryn. "Hi Angela," Kathryn smiled as she spun around in her chair in response to the comment. Angela D'Martino was both a year older and three inches taller than Kathryn. The 'Miss Perfect' nickname dated back to their days at the local high school in Queens. It was a term that annoyed her, but Angela usually got away with using it. After all, if it weren't for Angela, she wouldn't have this job. Kathryn was working in a neighborhood store as a management trainee when Angela came walking in to buy something. They hadn't seen each other much since high school graduation. Not that unusual since Kathryn went away to college and Angela stayed home and went to City University. Still they still considered themselves friends and Angela mentioned that the company she was working for in Manhattan was looking for some new staff people. If Kathryn were interested, she'd be happy to put in a good word for her. Although skeptical at how much Angela's good word would be worth, seeing as she had only been working for the company a year herself, Kathryn got her resume together and went down for an interview. To her surprise, she got the job, despite there being more than a dozen other people applying for it. What surprised her even more was that the department head had casually mentioned that she had a sterling recommendation from one of the firm's vice- presidents. He had even stopped in after the interview to welcome her aboard. Thanking the man whom she would now be working for, Kathryn was more than a little confused about the recommendation. That was until she learned later that Angela worked as some sort of assistant for that vice- president. Somehow she had convinced him to write that recommendation. Exactly how Angela had accomplished that was something they hadn't exactly covered in any of the business courses back in school. One night a few months ago, there had been an office party to celebrate the end of a major project. About half past nine, Kathryn had gone looking for Angela to let her know she was leaving and see if she wanted to share a cab ride home. She couldn't find her at the party, but knowing her friend's habit of taking a nap after she'd had a little too much to drink starting to check the now deserted offices that had couches. It took a while to find Angela, but once she did, everything fell into place. Partially opening the door to a small conference room, the first thing she saw was her old friend. The second was that she wasn't alone. Having doubled dated with Angela a few times back in high school, the image in front of her wasn't exactly new. It was just the setting that took her back for a moment. Angela was kneeling on the carpet, the low cut blue dress she had worn to the party now down around her waist. Back in school, the brunette had stirred the envy of many of the other girls when she became the first girl to develop - and then continued to do so after many of the other girls had stopped. From shared shopping trips, Kathryn knew the black bra on the floor beside her was a 38D cup. Standing in front of the large breasted twenty-four year old was that same officer who had lent his name to Kathryn's job application. Like Angela, he was only partially dressed, although in the case of the fifty-nine year old, it was his pants and briefs that rested around his ankles. >From where she stood, Kathryn would've been able to get a really good look at the silver haired man's cock - that is if it hadn't been buried deep in Angela's mouth. Back in their school days, Angela had a reputation among the guys as a first class cocksucker. It was very obvious that she had, if anything, improved in the years since. Her tongue seemed to be almost everywhere at once. Licking under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she again took him all the way into her throat. "Oh Angela..." the vice-president moaned. Angela gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing from reaching a climax. She could feel the pressure against her slender fingers, she knew how badly her boss wanted to cum. "I have to cum..." he pleaded, giving voice to that which her touch had already told her. "Please Angela, I want to cum." The brunette continued to suck and stroke him for another few seconds. The she released the pressure against the base of his cock, sending a stream of hot whiteness into her mouth. Angela slurped the creamy liquid, letting it splash across her face. It dripped from her lips and down her chin. Letting the now softening cock slip from her mouth, she reached out with her tongue and licked it from her lips. It was a satisfying treat. Kathryn only stood there a few brief moments more before stepping back into the outer corridor, least she be noticed now that they were done. She never mentioned what she'd seen to Angela or anyone else. For a while, it had bothered her that she'd gotten her job because Angela was blowing and perhaps even screwing her boss. Then after a while she decided that however she got her foot in the door, she was proving every day that she was the right person for the job. The proof of that had come with her very first raise and increased responsibilities two months before. "What's up Angie?" Kathryn asked, using the nickname that Angela hated as much as she hated hers. "A couple of the girls are going out for drinks after work," Angela said, her tone acknowledging that she had crossed over the line with the 'Miss Perfect' crack. "And I was wondering if you wanted to come along. We going over to the Baron Dekalb and there are usually a lot of great guys there on Friday nights." "That sounds like fun," Kathryn said. "But I already promised Yolanda that I'd meet her after work. Would you mind if she came along?" Instead of the quick agreement Kathryn expected, Angela paused a few moments, a look of hesitation on her face. "I'm not sure that would be a good idea." Angela finally replied. "A lot of the girls are a little uncomfortable around Yolanda." "Why in the world would any of them be uncomfortable around Yolanda?" Kathryn said, a touch of confusion in her voice. Yolanda Ortega was a computer consultant who'd been working on an upgrade of the firm's mainframe the last four months. Four years older than Kathryn, the black haired Latina had quickly become a good friend. They'd sat next to each other one dark rainy day in the cafeteria and Yolanda had noticed that Kathryn was reading Lord of the Rings. She commented that it was one of her favorite books and by the end of lunch they discovered they shared more than a few interests. Since then, they'd made it a point to have lunch together whenever they could and usually went out after work at least once a week. "So what's wrong with Yolanda?" Kathryn asked again. "Well I'm not really one to spread office gossip," Angela said in a much lower voice as she paused and looked around her to see if anyone else could hear her. "Yeah right...." Kathryn thought. "But it seems that your friend isn't exactly a straight arrow." Angela continued. "What are you talking about?" Kathryn said. "Well simply put," the brunette went on. "She's gay... " "Gay?" Kathryn repeated. "A lesbian, a dyke, whatever you want to call it," Angela said. "She's into other women and that makes some people uncomfortable." Kathryn had to laugh. "Where did you ever get a asinine idea like that?" she asked. "Straight from the horses mouth," The taller girl stated. "Or at least from the person she told it to." "You mean she tried to pick up someone here at the office?" Kathryn asked. "More like someone tried to pick her up." Angela explained. "To be more specific, John Rosselli asked her out to dinner." "John Rosselli has hit on every unmarried woman in this office, both you and I included." Kathryn interjected. "That's true," Angela agreed. "But both you and I know that John doesn't have a fragile ego that would make him come up with a bullshit reason as to why he didn't score with the lady computer genius. He gets turned down a lot, but just goes on to the next possibility." Kathryn had to agree with her friend. Like too many men they knew, John thought he was god's gift to women. If it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to be obsessed with trying to bed every girl he met, Kathryn might've been tempted to agree with him. John was 6'2" with movie star looks. From the ladies room gossip she'd heard about the women who'd taken him up on his offer, he was phenomenal in bed as well. "That doesn't prove anything," Kathryn said. "She was probably just trying to put him off. The one reason we all still get along with John is that he definitely takes no as an answer. Since she's only here temporary, she wouldn't know that. She might've figured if she just said that she wasn't interested he'd just be back again the next day. A lot of guys are like that, and you know it." "But to say she was gay?" Angela asked. "Come on, who's going to say that if it wasn't true. She could've said she has a boyfriend or that she was engaged, or even that she didn't date white guys. No, it has to be true." Kathryn paused for a few moments. She had to admit she'd come up with a lot better excuses when approached by guys she didn't like. "So what if it is true," she finally said. "What difference does it make? Unless you're the one sleeping with her she's just another girl in the office." "As long as we're talking, that's the other thing I wanted to speak to you about." Angela said. "Some people are beginning to wonder about you too. What with all the time the two of you spend together these days." "Yolanda is my friend," Kathryn said strongly. "And we share a lot of interests, like books and films, the kind of things that no one else in this office seems to care about." "Okay, I know you're straight," Angela said, taking a step back in her argument. "After all we used to double date. I told them you're not a carpet muncher." Kathryn hadn't heard that derogatory term since back in high school when they used it to refer it to Sissy Wilson, the girl the in crowd most suspected of being a closet lesbian. She didn't think it was nice when it was applied to Sissy, and thought it less so now that it was being used to label her friend. "Well I'm not going to cancel my da..., going out with Yolanda." Kathryn said, a sense of anger in her breast. "So you'll just have to get along with out me." "Suite yourself," Angela said as she got up to leave. "But let me give you one last thing to think about. Yolanda will be gone in a few weeks when she finishes the upgrade. The people you're going out of the way to alienate are going to be here with you for a long time. As Angela walked away, Yolanda noted that five o'clock had finally arrived. She found that she wasn't as excited as she thought she'd be. Packing up her bag and leaving her desk, Kathryn had a sense of being watched. As she walked by three of her female coworkers, she was sure that two of them turned and looked at her. "Angie's getting you paranoid," she told herself as she reached the office door. "You know they already consider you something of an oddball." It hadn't taken much for a of few of the women her age at the firm to come up with that assessment. First of all, in their opinion, she definitely spent too much time reading. Then there was the fact that she actually had a college degree, where the most many of them had been to was secretarial or one of those office trainee schools. Kathryn was shooting for the stars, while they were shooting for whatever party was planned for that weekend. Additionally, Kathryn's reluctance to join in on their weekly cock hunts was taken by some as a disapproval of the game. And in a way, she guessed it was. Kathryn did have a boyfriend-well at least someone she saw on a fairly regular basis. They'd go out, have dinner and maybe a movie, and inevitable wind up in bed together. It was a mutually satisfying relationship - but at the same time missing something. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- A quick elevation ride to the lobby and Kathryn headed for the small atrium on the side of the building. Normally, during lunchtime, the small garden spot would be packed. After five however, it was normally deserted, the multitudes exiting the large office buildings heading instead for either the local bars or the fastest way home. Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently waited for her friend. It wasn't a long wait, a few minutes later she spotted Yolanda coming out of the same side door she had used. Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and stood five foot seven. She had long black hair, which she wore up in a carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which framed a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal weight and had a figure that caused admiration in men and envy in women. Pert, rounded breasts pressed against the material of the dark blue dress she was wearing - an erotic image that was overshadowed only by the long, smooth and tan hued legs that stretched out from beneath that dress. Kathryn sometimes thought she'd kill for legs like that. She knew she was as pretty as Yolanda, but it was those legs that even she envied. Of course being only five three probably had a lot to do with it she usually laughed to herself. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Yolanda said as she caught up to Kathryn, her voice carrying just a trace of the South American accent of her native Sao Paulo. "I wanted to run one last system check before I left for the weekend. I think I got the last of the bugs worked out. If I'm lucky, I'm be able to present the program to the board by the end of next week and get that early completion bonus." "Oh, you'll be leaving soon then?" Kathryn asked in response to the unexpected news. ""I'm afraid so." Yolanda replied, noting the sadness in her friend's question. "I'm afraid that's the lot of being a consultant. You don't spend a lot of time in any one place." "I guess so." Kathryn said. "Now don't look so down my friend," Yolanda beamed. "You don't think I'm going to just walk away and forget about the best friend I've made lately - do you?" "I hope not." Kathryn said, her sad expression wavering for the moment. "Now put away that sad face," Yolanda insisted. "It's only going to ruin the surprise I have for you." "What surprise?" Kathryn asked curiously. "These." Yolanda said as she reached into her purse and handed the shorter woman a small envelope. The sad look on Kathryn's face vanished in an instant as she took two tickets out of the envelope. A look of both excitement and disbelief replaced it. "Omigod!" She gasped. 'These are for Adrianne and Edmond - A Romantic Comedy!" Where did you ever get them? I called the box office once and they told me the best I could hope for was six months from now. This is the hottest off- Broadway show of the year." "Well I have a friend that owed me a favor." Yolanda smiled. "And I remembered you're saying how much you wanted to see that play. The only thing is that they're for tomorrow night. That's not a problem, is it?" "Oh no, not at all!" Kathryn said, still gushing with excitement. "I still can't believe you got these for me. Yolanda, I love you, you are the best." With that she threw her arms around Yolanda and gave her the biggest hug she could. She enjoyed the warmth of her friend's closeness for a few moments, then the conversation with Angela flashed back through her thoughts and she remembered she was standing out in what was still a pubic place. "Is something wrong?" Yolanda asked as she felt Kathryn suddenly tense up and then step back. "No, nothings wrong." Kathryn lied as she looked again at the tickets. "I was just thinking that these tickets are too much for me to accept. There's no way I could ever repay you for them." "Now did I ask you to repay me?" Yolanda asked. "Your friendship is enough. I have few enough real friends that I can take them for granted. No, I want you to take these tickets and for you and Eric to have a good time." "Eric?" Kathryn said, repeating the name of her boyfriend. "Well that's who I figured you'd want to go with." Yolanda explained. "Was I wrong?" "Oh, I thought that you got those tickets for me and you to go." Kathryn said. "I'd love to go with you," Yolanda said, the smile on her face lighting up. "I just thought you'd rather go with Eric." "If these were tickets for the Mets or Yankees, I'd say yes." Kathryn laughed. "But spending a few hours watching a play really isn't Eric's idea of a fun evening." "Okay then, it's a date." Yolanda said. "We'll go to dinner first, if that's okay? I know this really fabulous Chinese restaurant that's not too far from the theater." "That would be wonderful," Kathryn concluded, proud of herself that she didn't even flinch this time when Yolanda innocently referred to their going to the show as a date. "But speaking of Eric, I also told him I'd meet him later tonight so I'd better get home and change." "Enjoy yourself," Yolanda said as she wrote down an address on one of her business cards. "Here's the address of the restaurant, I'll meet you there about six, okay?" "Six would be fine," Kathryn said as she looked at the address and mentally figured how long it would take her to get there from Queens on a Saturday. "I'm looking forward to it." She smiled. "You really are a dear, precious friend." Yolanda said as she unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed Kathryn on the cheek. With that she turned and walked out onto the street, leaving behind a slightly perplexed Kathryn. Part Two Dinner with Eric turned out to be one more uninspiring night at Clancey's Bar and Grill. Kathryn had suggested many times that they go into Manhattan for a night and try some of the night life there, but Eric always hedged on the idea. He kept saying he didn't like those kinds of people. Kathryn and Eric Foster had been dating for the last year and a half. Among their friends, it was taken almost as a given that they'd get engaged one day soon. It was not an opinion Kathryn shared. Eric was usually fun to be with, but deep down she couldn't picture the two of them together ten years down the line. Also in the opinion of most of her girlfriends Eric was a great catch. With that much she couldn't argue. He stood 6'2" and had a built that had made him an all-star football player in high school. Curly dark brown hair, including a beard and mustache, framed a handsome face. The oldest of three sons, he was already a partner in his father's plumbing supply warehouse. They had met at a party just before her college graduation and it had been love, or at least lust, at first sight. Unfortunately, the fires that had burned so brightly at 21 had already begun to cool at 23. The reason was both simple and common for many couples their age. Eric, like many of his friends, had reached his peak intellectually and emotionally when he graduated high school. Kathryn in contrast had continued to grow. She was always looking to expand her view of the world. Eric's view rarely extended beyond the limited confines of the old neighborhood, and he liked it that way. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Oh yeah, baby," Eric panted as he took a breath and pushed his cock between Kathryn's legs once more time. Kathryn hadn't really been in the mood to have Eric sleep over, but he'd been on his best behavior after they left the restaurant that she couldn't bear to say no. She realized now that it had been a really big mistake. Her mind was definitely elsewhere. All Eric was doing was masturbating with her body taking the place of his hand. She was relieved when she felt him shudder and climax. "If he runs true to form, he'll be asleep in five minutes." Kathryn thought as he rolled off of her. To her surprise, Eric climbed off the bed and reached for his pants. He was getting dressed. "Sorry babe," he said as he put his shirt on. "I promised the guys I'd play softball in the morning and Billy would rather pick me up at my house than here. It's a lot closer to the field." On another night, Kathryn might've felt insulted. This time she felt relieved. "It's okay," she replied. "I have to get up real early tomorrow anyway." she lied. He leaned over and kissed her goodbye, making a playful grab at her rounded breast while he was at it. "Get!" Kathryn laughed. "And good luck in the game." Laying in the darkness of the small apartment over her parent's garage, Kathryn found that sleep wasn't about to come easily. Whatever the drawbacks in her and Eric's relationship, the sex had usually been great. Unfortunately, that hadn't been the case tonight. Try as she could, she couldn't help thinking about Yolanda. Was what Angela said about her true? If so, how did she really feel about it? She wished there was someone she could talk to about it, but she was sure there was no one she knew who would ever understand. Even her mother and father, who were ever so understanding about the nights Eric slept over, would fall back on old preconceived notions concerning a lesbian friend. Finally, about quarter to four in the morning, sleep finally came. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when Kathryn finally opened her eyes. She had been asleep for almost eight hours. She was, she immediately realized, soaked to the skin with perspiration, especially her pussy. She had a vague recollection of having erotic dreams, but couldn't for the life of her remember what they had been about - or more importantly, whom they had been about. "Good morning," Virginia Gray said as she walked into her daughter's apartment carrying a small pile of laundry. "I thought you were going to sleep the day away." "Morning, Mom." Kathryn said as she reached for the pair of panties she had left on the floor. "It's been a busy week, I guess it all caught up with me." Virginia Gray was only 19 years older than her daughter and had a much closer relationship with her own children than she'd had with her own mother. The entire sex talk with her mother, which had occurred on her sixteenth birthday in 1972, had consisted of the simple phrase "Nice girls don't." By the time it came for her to have a little chat with her own child, Virginia had learned that nice girls did - and with an abandon and variety that Grandmother Willis would've found most shocking. Somewhat reluctantly, her husband had agreed that if Eric and Kathryn were going to do it, and of course they were. It might as well be in the garage apartment that they'd originally built for Grandmother Willis rather than off in some fleabag motel. Or in the back seat of a car, which was where the future Mr. and Mrs. Gray had consummated their relationship. Besides, both of them had noted, Eric was definitely son-in-law material. "I happened to glance out the window when I got up during the night and noticed that Eric's car was gone." Virginia said, ignoring her daughter's nudity. "The two of you didn't have another fight - did you?" "No Mother," she answered as she grabbed a towel from the pile that had just been put on her bed. "He's playing ball this morning and didn't want to spend the night." "Oh that's good. I do hate it when the two of you fight." Virginia said as she picked up the remains of her daughter's discarded clothes. "Are the two of you going out again tonight?" It had become obvious some time ago that Eric's best ally in trying to convince Kathryn that they should make their relationship something more was her mother. There wasn't anything that could make Virginia Gray happier that to see an engagement and later wedding ring on her daughter's hand. "Actually I'm going to a play in the city tonight with one of the girls at work," Kathryn said as she reached in and turned on the water in the small closet sized shower that her father had built. "Yolanda Ortega, you've heard me mention her before." "Oh yes, that girl you like to talk about books with." Virginia said, her opinion of what she viewed as a wasted Saturday night evident in her voice. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go out with Eric instead." "Mother, its not like we're engaged or anything." Kathryn said as she waited for the water to heat up. "He still goes out with his friends and I go out with mine." An unusual look flashed across Virginia's face, one that Kathryn rarely saw. It was a look of indecision, something her mother rarely suffered from. "I know that look, Mom," Kathryn said. "What is it?" "Well it's probably nothing." she said. "But...." Kathryn added. "Well, I just think that perhaps you should spend a little more time with Eric, that's all. "She said. "Make sure he knows that you care about him" "I would think he knows that." Kathryn said as she motioned in the direction of the unmade bed. "Be that as it may," Virginia continued. "I think you should spend more time with him. In fact, I don't think it would be a bad idea if you went over to the ball field and surprised him. The two of you could go to lunch." "There's something you're still not telling me, Mother." Kathryn said impatiently. "All right," Virginia broke down. "Mary Wilson over in the diner told me that Eric was over there yesterday having lunch with Tracy McDonald and they seemed pretty cozy. You remember Tracy McDonald, don't you?" Of course Kathryn remembered Tracy McDonald. Back in high school it was a toss up as to whether Tracy or Angela was going to earn the title of class slut. "Tracy works for her father's construction company now and they do a lot of business with Eric's company." Kathryn said. "It might've been a business lunch." "According to Mary," Virginia said. "The only business going on in that booth was monkey business. She practically had her big breasts in his face the whole time." "Well if that's what Eric's looking for, there's not much I can do about it, is there?" Kathryn said as she looked down at her own 34-inch bust. "It's not like I'm going to run out and get implants." "I wish you'd take this more seriously." Virginia said insistently. "Mother, you take this whole Eric thing much more seriously then I ever did." Kathryn said, knowing that was exactly the last thing her mother wanted to hear. "If he decides to find more bountiful pastures, I'm not about to chase after him. Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to start getting cleaned up." Surprisingly, Virginia didn't labor the point but simply gathered up the last of the dirty clothes and walked out of the apartment. Kathryn shrugged her shoulders and stepped into the now hot shower. Kathryn closed her eyes as the warm water splashed over her body. She though a little about what her mother has said, about the idea that Eric might be looking for a new girlfriend. Surprisingly, the idea didn't bother her as much as she thought it should have. The relationship with him had gone as far as it was ever going to go. Regardless of her parents disappointment, maybe it was time to move on with her life. True she would miss the great sex, which was the best part of being with Eric. But there would be other lovers, of that she was sure. "Let him have Tracy and her balloon boobs," she said out loud as she rubbed her own breasts. "Maybe I'll get lucky and my next lover will have more than just one head that I'm interested in." As she laughed aloud, the red tressed girl suddenly realized two things. First, in her mind, she had just ended her relationship with Eric. Already she was thinking of it as something that was over. All that was left was to tell him. She hoped he had indeed fucked that airhead, it would make it all the more easier to break up. But either way, last night was the last time he was ever going to share her bed. The second realization was even more surprising. As she ran a soapy washcloth between her legs and across her lightly haired pussy, Kathryn discovered she was still quite aroused. Maybe it was the thought of Eric screwing Tracy, or some glimpse of that forgotten dream from last night. What ever the reason, she found her fingers playing with her body. Kathryn 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 light red 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. Kathryn let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her mound. Running her other hand across her firm mounds once again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman couldn't believe how horny she felt, less than half a day after she'd been fucked. With a practiced skill that started when she'd first masturbated at 13, Kathryn 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 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 roaring 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. Kathryn 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 redhead rested against the now warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax. "Oh that felt good." Kathryn said as she filled her hands with water and splashed it across her face. As she stepped naked back into the one room apartment, Kathryn was greeted by a blast of cold air from the air conditioner. Her mother must've turned in on before she left. The weathermen were calling for another hot August day, so she decided to dress accordingly. Shorts and a T- shirt were her norm in weather like this, especially if she had to brave the subway into the city. But Kathryn didn't think they'd be quite appropriate for the theater. Thinking about how she should dress for her dinner with Yolanda, Kathryn again considered what Angela had said about her friend. "You know," she said to the now empty room as she tossed a few outfits on the bed. Sometimes I can really be an ass. The odds are that Angela, as usual, got all her facts wrong. And even if she got them right, what difference does it make? Its not like I'm going to be sleeping with her." Three outfit changes later, Kathryn finally settled on a comfortable floral print sundress. She stepped in front of the large mirror in back of her door and checked her final appearance. She reached into the dress and adjusted her bra straps, then smiled in satisfaction. "Now I can only hope for both a bus and subway car where the air conditioning works." Kathryn thought as she packed her small purse. "Otherwise I'm going to be soaked by the time I get to Manhattan." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Ten minutes and four blocks later, Kathryn was beginning to think that even the A/C wasn't going to help by the time she finally reached the bus stop. It had to already be over 90 degrees. She didn't realize she was about to be rescued. "Hey sexy lady, where're you going?" called out the light haired young man in the delivery truck that had pulled up alongside the walking woman. At first, Kathryn ignored the comment, chalking it up at first as belonging to one of the mindless idiots that filled the neighborhood. Then when he called out a second time, she recognized the voice. "Hey, I was only kidding," Steven Parker said as he pulled over to the curb. "You don't have to ignore me like that." "Oh hi, Steve," Kathryn said with a smile. " I didn't recognize you at first." Steve Parker was 19 and lived down the block from Kathryn. He was best friends with her younger brother, Kevin. "Seriously, where are you off to?" he asked. "It's way to hot to be walking today." "Actually I'm just headed to the bus stop," she replied. "I'm going into the city to see a show with a friend." "Well I guess this if your lucky afternoon." Steve smiled. "Why is that?" Kathryn asked. "Because the boxes in back are going to my Uncle Bill's storehouse over in New Jersey. So I'm going to be going right through the city." he explained. "And wouldn't you rather ride in a nice air conditioned van than take your chances with mass transit?" "Oh I couldn't," Kathryn said. "Of course you could." Steve answered. "Well, I guess you could just drop me off in the city and I could take the downtown bus from there." she relented. "Don't be ridicules," Steve said as he stepped out of the van and opened the door on the other side for her. "I'll drop you off right in front of where ever you're going." "That will take you too far out of your way." Kathryn said as she climbed into the van. "Don't worry about it," Steve said as he climbed back into the driver's side. "My Uncle's not waiting for this stuff, they gave me the keys. I have all day. Besides, this is a chance to pay you back for all the help you gave me with Geometry back in school. If it wasn't for you, I'd have never passed the course." Actually, Kathryn was tutoring her brother and Steve just sat in on the lessons, but who was she to look a gift horse in the mouth. She smiled at the younger man and accepted his offer. As they headed over the 59th street bridge into the city, Kathryn thought to herself what a really good looking young man Steve had grown into to. It was a pity that he was so much younger than she was or she might be interested in going out with him. But if she was putting Eric out of her life because he was too immature at twenty-three, what was she going to do with someone even younger. The way she'd been feeling all day, she found herself imagining what Steven might be like in bed. Would he be a good lover? From what she could see, he had a great body. That dangerous train of thought brought another memory back to Kathryn as she watched the city streets pass by. Three years back, when he was a junior in high school, Steve had been involved in somewhat of a scandal. Actually an alleged scandal, she corrected herself, because it was swept under the rug in such a way that the school board denied anything had ever happened. It had involved Diane Toland, one of the school's history teachers. On the high side of thirty five, Diane was one of those female teachers with a body that delighted and excited teenage boys. And it was obvious she was pleased with the attention they showed her. Kathryn had never been in one of her classes but she had heard about them. Ms. Toland was known for wearing blouses that showed off her ample cleavage as well as skirts which showed the curves of her ass quite well. Kevin swore to her once that he'd been sitting behind her when she bent over to pick up a piece of chalk and that she hadn't had anything on under her skirt. At the time, Kathryn had laughed at her brother's claim. Anyway, it seems that there was a rumor that was circulating about Steve around the school that year. The result of some comments made by an unknown member of his gym class. Namely that Steve had a cock that belonged on a horse, one which was bigger limp than most guys hard. Kathryn only heard about this much later as she had already graduated by that time. It was just one of those stories. Until the day, it was claimed, that Cindy Pisano walked into the audio visual supply room and found Ms. Toland in a state of partial undress, trying her hardest to take Steve's horse cock into her mouth. The rumor spread like wildfire around the school, but no one seemed to be willing to confirm or deny the tale. School ended quickly after that, less than a week later, and Ms. Toland didn't return the following year. No one seemed to ever want to talk about the story, but Steve didn't lack for female company that summer, his senior year, or any time since. "Well here we are." Steve announced as he pulled out of traffic and up to the curb. "We didn't make bad time." Kathryn looked up at the street sign to confirm they were on the right street. She had been lost in her daydream and hadn't even noticed the last few miles. Despite the air conditioning, her skin felt warm. "Thank you, Steve," she said as she leaned across and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You are a dear." she smiled. As she opened the door and climbed down, Steve called her name. "Kathryn," he ginned. "You really do look hot! I envy the guy." "I told you, I'm meeting a girlfriend from work." she insisted. "Yeah, right!" Steve laughed as he put it in gear and headed back out into traffic. Part Three Checking her watch, Kathryn saw that she was a half hour early. She checked the address Yolanda had given her and saw that it was right down the block. A minute later she was standing in front of a small sign in English and Chinese that simply said Madame Cheng's. Standing outside the basement entrance of the simple brick building, the restaurant seemed very nondescript. In was only after she stepped inside that Kathryn suddenly felt like she'd been transformed to another time and place. Decorated like Shanghai in the 1930's, the place certainly had atmosphere. "Table for one, Miss?" a quite attractive Chinese woman, whom Kathryn judged to be in her mid-forties, asked as she stepped out from behind a small counter. "Oh, I'm supposed to meet a friend here," Kathryn replied as she wondered if her guess about the woman's age was right. It was so difficult to tell with many Asian women. They looked almost the same for so long. "I guess I'm a little early." "Did she make a reservation?" the woman, who was dressed in a traditional mandarin dress asked as she checked the small clipboard in her hand. "What is the name?" "I'm not sure if she did," Kathryn replied. "Her name is Yolanda Ortega." The Chinese woman looked up from the clipboard and smiled. She called out to another woman, similarly attired, who was also behind the counter. Kathryn had no idea what she said, the rapid fire speech was in Chinese, but it did bring the other woman quickly out from behind the counter. She did however recognize the name Yolanda in the exchange. "Please follow me, Miss." said the second woman, whose age was as difficult to guess as the first. "Your table is right this way." Kathryn followed the woman though the restaurant to a row of booths in the back. As far away from the noise of the kitchen and front desk as you could get, Kathryn had the impression that they were the best tables in the place. She was seated at the last one in the row. "Would you like something while you wait?" the woman asked. "I guess a diet coke." Kathryn replied. "I'll have it brought right out," the older woman smiled. "If there's anything else just ask your waitress. Enjoy your meal, and welcome to Madame Cheng's." A minute later, a young girl whose age was much easier to guess as early twenties appeared with her soft drink. She smiled and told Kathryn she'd be back as soon as her dinner guest arrived. It was then Kathryn noticed something different about this restaurant from other Chinese restaurants she'd been to. There were all waitresses, no waiters. It seemed a little odd and out of place. Kathryn didn't have too much time to wonder about it because only a few minutes later she looked up to see Yolanda walking across the restaurant toward her. The South American woman's hair, which Kathryn had only seen pinned up, was now down and tied into a long pony tail. She had on blue skirt and a yellow short sleeve blouse. It was both stylish and comfortable. "I hope you haven't been waiting long," Yolanda said as she reached the table. "I was running a little behind this afternoon." "I just got here myself." Kathryn smiled as Yolanda sat down opposite her in the booth. "That's a beautiful dress." Yolanda said as she made herself comfortable. "Thanks." was Kathryn's reply. No sooner had Yolanda sat down, when the same waitress was standing by the table, her order pad in hand. "Do you mind if I order for both of us?" Yolanda asked as she smiled at the waitress. "I've been here so many times I really know what are the best things on the menu." "Go right ahead." Kathryn agreed. Then to her amazement, Yolanda ordered the meal in what Kathryn knew had to be Chinese because the waitress smiled back at her and quickly rushed off. "How did you ever learn how to do that?" Kathryn asked. "I barely made it through high school Spanish." "When I was in college, I had a close friend who was from Taiwan." Yolanda quickly explained. "You'd be amazed at how much of a foreign language you can learn if you're properly motivated." "I guess so." Kathryn agreed. The waitress, who's name Yolanda later told her was Mei- ha, reappeared a few moments later with an ice tea for Yolanda. Another girl came up and whispered something in Mei-ha's ear which caused her to quickly excuse herself. It was the appearance of the second waitress that made Kathryn note that there was something else different about the restaurant only having waitresses. Both girls were rather amply endowed for Asian women. It had been her experience, both in school and later at work, that most of the Asian women she'd met had been of a somewhat smaller stature. Looking at two other waitress's in view, she noted that they too were rather busty as well. "So how was your day so far." Yolanda said as she took a sip of her tea." "Okay I guess," Kathryn answered. "You seem like something's wrong." Yolanda asked perceptively. "Well its nothing I want to bother you with." Kathryn said. "Honey, that's what friends are for." came Yolanda's reply. Taking a deep breath, Kathryn told Yolanda about her decision to break it off with Eric. It felt good to let it all out. "I've seen it happen before." Yolanda said in sympathy. "I think most people don't realize how many changes people go through in their early twenties-when you make the jump from teenager to adult. Some people make it very quickly, some not at all. That's why so many young marriages fail." "I can't imagine who's going to be more upset," Kathryn said as their food arrived. "Eric or my parents." "You can't live your life for them," Yolanda said. "My parents had certain plans for my life as well. They didn't exactly turn out as they expected. The important thing is that you be happy with your life." "I guess you're right." Kathryn agreed as she filled her plate with samples of everything Yolanda had ordered. Dinner turned out to be as fabulous as Yolanda had promised. Kathryn had no idea what some of the dishes were, but they were incredible. She'd never had food like this before. "Is everything all right here." said the woman who came up to the table. Kathryn looked up and saw it was the older woman who had first directed her to the table. "Everything's great as usual, Sau-ling.'' Yolanda said in English for Kathryn's benefit. 'Thank you." "We do try to take care of our special customers." Sau- ling said before excusing herself. "Was that Madame Cheng?" Kathryn asked. "Well sort of" Yolanda said. "She and the woman you met at the front door are both Madame Cheng." "Are they sisters or something like that." Kathryn asked curiously. "More in the category of 'something like that', I guess." Yolanda said. "Actually they're just friends who both happen to have the last name Cheng. It's kind of like the Chinese version of Smith." "Oh, but what did she mean, her special customers?" Kathryn asked out of curiosity. "Just that I'm a steady customer that's all." Yolanda replied. "I bring a lot a business clients here that's all." "And is that what this is?" Kathryn asked jokingly. "A little business dinner." "Darling, dinner with a friend like you is always a pleasure-never business." Yolanda said in reply. They covered a few more topics as they ate, until the subject of Yolanda's impending departure from the firm came up. "So do you think you're going to miss Moore and Ryan when you go?" "A few weeks ago I might've said yes." Yolanda answered. "For the first time I was beginning to envy not working a steady job. But then everything seemed to change almost overnight. People started to go cold on me, like I did something. I can't for the life of me imagine what I could've done." Kathryn's conversation with Angela yesterday came right back to her. She debated for a few moments if she should mention it. Then decided that her friend had a right to know. "Actually," she began hesitantly, "I don't think it was something you did, but something you didn't do." Yolanda looked a little confused at the statement. "You turned down John Rosselli when he asked you out." Kathryn added. "I got the impression that happens almost on a weekly basis.'' Yolanda said. "His getting turned down, I mean. Why should it matter that I did?" "Oh it does, I mean he does," Kathryn said. "It was the reason you turned him down, or at least the reason he told people you did." "Oh that...." Yolanda said understandingly. "I guess it was a pretty stupid thing to say. But sometimes I get so tired of being hit on." "I'm so glad to hear you say that," Kathryn beamed. "Right away people took it to be true and ...." "Hold on a second," Yolanda interrupted Kathryn in mid- sentence. "I said it was a stupid thing to say. I never said it wasn't true." For a few seconds, Kathryn was speechless. "Is that a problem for you too?" Yolanda asked. "Cause I'd really hate to loose your friendship as well." "No, its not a problem." Kathryn quickly replied. "I guess it just took me off guard. I was so sure that Angie had gotten it all wrong." "That would be the same Angie who's screwing the vice- president of production." Yolanda asked. "You know about that?" Kathryn asked. "Honey, I don't think there's anyone at that place who doesn't know it." Yolanda smiled. "I guess I look pretty stupid right now." Kathryn said. "Not at all," Yolanda replied. "I'm just glad you were friend enough to have told me." Then another look passed across Kathryn's face, one which Yolanda couldn't help but notice. "You have something else to say. Go on, lets get it all out in the open." the older woman said. "Are we on a date?" Kathryn asked softly. Yolanda had to laugh, loud enough for patrons at some of the closest tables to hear. "I'm sorry, Kathryn, I couldn't help it." she said as she tried to bring her laughter under control. It took her another minute to accomplish that. "Are we on a date?" Yolanda repeated. "I guess that would depend on your definition of a date. If you call two friends going out to dinner and a show a date, then I guess we are." She could tell that Kathryn wasn't totally satisfied with that answer. "I do have straight friends, you know." Yolanda went on. "And a good number of them are women. I'm not out there trying to seduce them all. I'm sure you have male friends. Do you think every guy you know wants to get into your pants?" To that, Kathryn raised her eyebrow. "Okay, maybe that's a bad analogy." Yolanda quipped. "But lets be totally honest here, because I think that's the way friends should be." "I think so too." Kathryn agreed. "I like you, I really do." Yolanda began. "You're good company, you're quite intelligent, and also to be pretty honest-quite cute." Kathryn smiled. "If you were going to ask me if I was sexually attracted to you, I honestly would have to say yes." Yolanda went on. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make a pass at you. And do you know why?" "No." was Kathryn's simple response. "Because in all the time we've spent together, you've never once given me cause to think you might be interested." Yolanda said. "And I value the friendship we've developed too much to screw it up by making a pass at you." "I guess that does make sense." Kathryn agreed. "So are we okay here?" Yolanda asked. "Yeah, we're okay." Kathryn smiled. "Good, because these theater tickets were too hard for me to come by for them to go to waste." Yolanda grinned. "We're done here, unless you'd like some dessert?" "None for me." Kathryn said. 'I'm full." "Then lets get going, the theater is only about six blocks from here so we might as well walk." Yolanda said as she took out her wallet and drop a few bills on top of the bill Mei-ha had left a few minutes before. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- If anything, the few reviews Kathryn had read for Adrianne and Edmond had understated how good the play was. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a good time. She was laughing so hard it had actually begun to hurt, and she was glad for the intermission. Thankfully she was one of the first in line for the restroom because that was another side effect of all that laughter. Yolanda excused herself during the brief break to make a few phone calls. Sitting alone in her seat, Kathryn thought it was good thing she hadn't asked Eric to come to this play. Much of the humor was sexual in nature and of a sort that would've been way over his head. His idea of a good sex joke usually began with 'there were these two whores....'. As Yolanda sat back in her seat, Kathryn gave her a brief smile and told her how much she was enjoying the play. Yolanda returned the smile and said she was too. "Damn, this would be all so much easier if Yolanda was a guy." Kathryn thought as the second act started. The idea that she didn't have to be a guy flashed though her mind a moment later. "Careful Katie girl," she told herself. "That thought threads on very dangerous ground." What she hadn't mentioned to Yolanda was something she never told to another living soul. When she was a freshman in college, she'd had an oh so very brief flirtation with another girl. It was nothing really, a girl she'd met at a party. They'd been a lot to drink there, or so Kathryn told herself afterwards. It started out innocently enough, after all they weren't the only girls dancing together. It was only later when Sally, she never did get the girl's last name, walked her home that things got more than a little out of control. They were just around the corner from the dorms when Sally pulled Kathryn into one of the alcoves. Before she knew what was happening, Sally's body was pressed against her own and she felt soft, unfamiliar lips caressing her. Kathryn could still remember the warm feeling she felt when Sally's hands slid under her blouse, unclipping the front clasp of her bra with an ease that any boy on campus would've envied. Skilled fingers caressed her mounds, with a touch softer than any that had been there before. Any thought of protesting at what was happening vanished when Sally's lips transferred their attention from Kathryn's mouth to her nipples. It was heaven on earth, or the closest thing to it she had ever been. Kathryn felt her skirt being pushed up, and her panties moved aside, but it was only when she felt a soft wetness brush against her clit did she really understand what was happening. By the time Sally was done, Kathryn's clothes was totally disheveled and had anyone seen her in that condition she no doubt would've been greatly embarrassed. But the memory the coed carried in secret to this day wasn't that of embarrassment, but that of her first orgasm at the tongue of another woman. "Now that's something I really haven't thought about in a very long time." Kathryn said to herself as the sudden influx of memory brought both a flush to her breasts and a tingling between her legs. "I guess I wanted to block out how good it really felt." The second act of the play was even better than the first, but even if the actors playing Adrianne and Edmond were going at it naked on center stage, Kathryn would've been totally oblivious to it. Instead her attention was totally concentrated on the contours of the woman next to her. The bright emerald green of her eyes, the rich redness of her lips, and the velvet soft olive skin that surrounded it all. Her gaze slid downward, across Yolanda's neck and past the swell of her breasts. Even in the faint light of the theater, Kathryn was close enough to make out the silver dollar size rings around her nipples. She couldn't help but compare them to the smallness of her own. Finally down to the folds of Yolanda's denim skirt, and the priceless pearl that she knew was concealed beneath the blue material. Kathryn's neck arched just the slightest bit forward, so that she could follow the path down the Brazilian woman's long legs, coming to a stop at the gold ankle bracelet on her left leg. Kathryn took a long, deep breath, one that seemed to last an eternity. So many things she'd be feeling the last twenty four hours now made perfect sense to her. All the steel doors she'd hidden feelings behind had been flung wide open. "I can't believe I'm going to do this." Kathryn said to herself as she shifted in her seat, moving a symbolic few inches closer to Yolanda. "But if I don't, I'll forever wish I had. Kathryn reached out with her right hand and gently placed it on top of Yolanda's. Gently, she stroked her fingers, then let them intermix. The warmth of her action filled her, generating a smile that spoke volumes across her face. Tightening her own hand against Kathryn's, Yolanda returned a smile of equal intensity. No words had to be spoken between them, the meaning of the simple gesture was clear to both. Part Four "That was simply the best play I've ever seen." Kathryn said as they exited the theater. "It was good wasn't it," Yolanda smiled. "I'm so glad you enjoyed it. "So what's next?" Kathryn asked. "I guess that's up to you." Yolanda said. "After all, this is your night, isn't it?" Glancing up at the now dark night sky, Kathryn considered for a moment that she really should be heading home. As it was, she wouldn't get there until well after midnight. "Is there somewhere we can go and get a drink?" she asked instead. "Well, there are a few nice places in the neighborhood," Yolanda said in response. "But they're all likely to be pretty packed on a Saturday night." "Oh, I really wanted to have a drink and maybe talk some." Kathryn pouted. Yolanda took a few long moments to think about it. Long enough for Kathryn to start framing another question. One that was cut off as Yolanda finally spoke. "Well if you really want to talk," the olive skinned woman said with a little hesitation. "I supposed we could go back to my apartment, it's only about twelve blocks from here. I'm sure I have something were could have as a night cap too." "That's a fabulous idea!" Kathryn gushed with enthusiasm. "Let's go!" she added as she took Yolanda by the arm. "All right," Yolanda surrendered. "But its this way." she said, turning both of them northward. "My, this is nice," Kathryn said as she looked up at the old brownstone her friend had led her to. "Which floor do you live on?" she asked. "Actually, I live on all of them." Yolanda replied. "All of them?" Kathryn repeated as she looked up at the three story building. "How can you afford that, the rent must be incredible." "I sort of own the building." Yolanda said as she slid a key from her bag and put it into the lock of the first floor door. "Me and First City Bank that is." Stepping inside, Yolanda turned on the light and led Kathryn inside. The large room that took up much of the first floor had been made into a combination office and workroom, filled with several computers and peripherals. "What's all this?" Kathryn asked. "This is Southstar Enterprises." Yolanda replied as she checked for any new email on one of the active terminals. "This is what I do when I'm not consulting." "You run your own company too?" Kathryn asked. "Sweetheart, I am my own company." Yolanda smiled. "President, Mailroom Clerk and Chief Bottle Washer. Which is why the job I'm doing for Moore and Ryan will be my last for a while. Southstar is finally beginning to take off and I'm going to devote myself to it full time for a while." "Can you afford to do that?" Kathryn asked curiously. Wondering if she'd ever get the chance to do anything like that. "I can't afford not to," Yolanda said as she guided Kathryn to the staircase leading to the second floor. "Not if I ever want to break out from the pack." By the time they reached the second floor, Yolanda had changed the subject. Kathryn still had at least a dozen questions about what she had seen downstairs, but there would be time for that later. "Is white wine okay with you?" Yolanda asked as she stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. "That would be fine." Kathryn said as she looked around the simply furnished living room. She couldn't help but compare it to her little apartment over her parent's garage. "I fixed us a little snack too." Yolanda said as she came out of the kitchen with a tray filled with three kinds of cheese and the wine. "It looks delicious." Kathryn said as she picked up one of the wine glasses and took a sip. "This is also very good." she added. "Would you like to hear some music?" Yolanda asked as she turned on the bookcase stereo. As the soft sounds filled the air, Yolanda sat down next to Kathryn and took a taste of her own wine. "Now there was something that you wanted to talk about?" Yolanda asked as she put her glass down on the small coffee table. Kathryn took a long taste of her wine. Now that she was were she thought she wanted to be, she hesitated. Long silent moments passed as the redhead collected her thoughts. Moments that Yolanda just sat there, she was in no hurry. "We don't have to talk." Yolanda said with a small smile. "We can just sit here and enjoy the wine and music." So for the next ten minutes, that was exactly what they did. "I think I love you." Kathryn suddenly blurted out. "Really?" Yolanda said quietly as she took another small sip of wine. "And how long have you felt this way?" "I'm not sure," came the reply. "A while I think, but I didn't realize it until today." Yolanda took another sip of wine, giving Kathryn a moment to consider what she was saying. "Have you ever had feelings for another woman before?" Yolanda asked. Kathryn quickly told her about Sally and her brief introduction into female sex. The telling brought back that same warmth between her legs. "That's lust, not love." Yolanda noted. "Not that there's anything wrong with that at times." "And I have had feelings for some of my girlfriends too." Kathryn added. "Ever tell any of them about it?" Yolanda asked as she moved just a little bit closer. "No," Kathryn said. "I didn't think any of them would've understood. "Not even Angela?" Yolanda asked as she took the wine glass from Kathryn hand and put it down on the table next to hers. "Definitely not Angela!" Kathryn said quickly. "Pity," Yolanda mused. "She's got dynamite tits." she laughingly added. The comment caught Kathryn off guard. Then, picturing the number of times she'd seen Angela's big nippled breasts in the flesh, she had to agree with Yolanda's assessment. "I guess she does." Kathryn smiled. "But I'm glad she's not here," Yolanda said as she leaned toward Kathryn. "And that you are." And then their lips met.... -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- The kiss Yolanda planted on Kathryn's soft lips was like that she would give her sister. A light peck denoting tenderness and affection. Then she kissed her again - this time with passion. Kathryn felt the press of her tongue against her lips and opened to receive it. Sparks erupted as she felt Yolanda's tongue brush up against her own. Yolanda reached up with her hand and cupped Kathryn's breast through the thin material of her sundress. It felt so nice to the younger girl, sending another surge of emotion through her. Now it was Kathryn's turn as she put her arms around Yolanda and kissed her with all of the desire she could gather. Kathryn and Yolanda sat there on the small couch kissing like long lost lovers. Every time she felt Yolanda's tongue slip through her lips, Kathryn's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't been this excited since the first time she'd done it with Eric. Unlike Eric, Yolanda's lips were soft and sweet, the taste of cherry evident each time they pressed against hers. Another thing vastly different was the scent of perfume that filled her as she pressed against Yolanda. So unlike the smell of a man, it was soft and gentle. It was also highly intoxicating. "Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" Yolanda asked as she kissed Kathryn one more time. With that, Yolanda pulled the zipper of Kathryn's dress all the way down, exposing the lacy strap of a thin yellow bra. With no objection from Kathryn, she pulled the flowery print down across her shoulders and then began to pull it further down toward her waist. For a moment, Kathryn felt very exposed, which was strange since she had no real phobia about being nude. Yolanda made her self conscious about her body in a way that no man ever had. Yolanda began to kiss her way down Kathryn's neck, running her tongue across the recesses of her throat to the soft flesh of her collarbone. Her green eyes opened in appreciation as she reached the pale white mounds cradled by the sheer lace bra. The contrasts between her breasts and the deeply tanned skin around it was highly erotic. "You're breasts are so beautiful." the black haired woman purred as she planted a soft kiss on the top of each of Kathryn's enclosed globes. A gentle tug on the thin material exposed the bright pink nipple beneath it. The erect tip was only visible a brief moment before it vanished between Yolanda's lips. She wrapped her lips around the entire areola as she painted a path with her tongue across it. Then her lips closed as she sucked hard on just the now erect nipple. A loud sign erupted from Kathryn as she felt the wetness engulf her stiff nipple, bringing back the memory of Sally's touch from so long ago. The memory quickly faded in the face of reality and the knowledge that Sally was a rank amateur next to Yolanda . With only one nipple exposed, Yolanda took her time. Her tongue darting to and fro, tracing wide circles around the pink nipple. Then she would tickle it directly before taking it whole into her mouth again. "Oh, this feels so good." Kathryn moaned as she laid back with her eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel of Yolanda's attentions. "Let's see how you like this?" Yolanda said as she picked up the closest wine glass and poured just a little of it on the center of Kathryn's breast. "Oh yes!" Kathryn gasped as Yolanda licked up all traces of the wine. A few minutes later, Yolanda exposed the other pale white breast and repeated her performance. Sending Kathryn further into a blissful state. Finally satisfied. Yolanda turned her attention away from her new playthings and kissed Kathryn again. This time the kiss was brief, just enough to signal a temporary end to their play. "I want to try that on you." Kathryn said excitedly, wondering what it would be like to taste another woman's breasts. "Oh you will soon enough, my new love." Yolanda said as she planted another kiss, this time on the cheek. "But I think we should be practical for a moment." Kathryn looked at Yolanda for a moment. A puzzled look on her face. "This has already gone far beyond what I think either of us had planned." Yolanda said. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you. But if you do plan to stay here, I think it might be a good idea if you called home and told them." The call home only took a few minutes. Virginia Gray agreed with her daughter's decision to spend the night at her friend's house. It was far too late for her to be riding the subway and buses home. A wicked smile formed on Kathryn's face as she spoke, imagining what her mother's reaction would be if she could see her right now. Standing in the center of the living room, her dress still down around her waist with her breasts hanging free. Her nipples still wet from the kiss of her new lover. Virginia started to suggest to her daughter that she try to get home early in the morning and have brunch with Eric, but Kathryn quickly dismissed that idea. "I'll probably have breakfast here, Mom." Kathryn said, bringing the conversation to a quick close. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. Bye." No sooner had Kathryn put down the phone when she felt Yolanda's arms close around her from behind. The older woman pulled tight against her and brought her hands up to cup Kathryn's breasts, rubbing her fingers against the stiff nipples. "Mmmm." Kathryn said softly as she closed her eyes and cherished the warmth of the embrace. Still holding her tight, Yolanda kissed Kathryn's neck, then her cheek, then finally ran her tongue along the inner edge of the redhead's ear. Kathryn wanted this moment to last a lifetime, she felt so warm and secure. The only thing that made it's passing bearable was the knowledge that it would only get better. Yolanda turned Kathryn around and kissed her softy a few more times. She took Kathryn's hands in her own and guided them up under the bottom of her blouse, pressing them against her own breasts. Kathryn squeezed them softy, feeling Yolanda's nipples through the thin material of her own bra. With practiced skill, Yolanda undid the buttons of her blouse, letting it fall open, giving her friend a much better look at her endowments. Then, just as quickly, she undid the front clasp of her bra and let it fall free into Kathryn's hands. Wasting no time, Kathryn let the material drop away, quickly placing her hands back on the now exposed flesh. It felt so warm to her touch. "Can I kiss them?" she asked softly. "Of course you can, darling." Yolanda said with a smile. "You can do anything that you want." Yolanda lifted one of her breasts and offered it as a gift to Kathryn. She leaned down and kissed the center of the dark silver dollar she had admired in the theater. Unlike her own breasts, Yolanda's were all one hue, a combination of her nature color and a proclivity for nude sunbathing. Her large nipples and wide areola where a dark brown, several shade darkener than the surrounding skin. Kathryn tickled the stiff nipple with her tongue, before taking it into her mouth. "Yesss," Yolanda moaned as she felt the wet embrace of Kathryn's mouth. "You do that well." In reply, Kathryn let the hard nub slip from her lips and ran her tongue across the wide circle a few more times before taking it again fully into her mouth. Back in college she had regretted the fact that she had never had the chance to taste Sally's breasts. Tonight she was going to make up for that and much more. After a few more minutes of play , Yolanda shifted her other mound to Kathryn's eager mouth to give her neophyte lover a chance to feast on that as well. As she worked her way across this new morsel, Kathryn was intoxicated by the erotic combination of Yolanda's natural scent and the perfume she wore. In was strongest in the deep, dark valley between her breasts, a place the twenty- three year old was quickly becoming very familiar with. When she was satisfied that Kathryn had enjoyed herself enough for the moment, Yolanda lifted both her breasts and rubbed them against Kathryn's own. They kissed as their nipples rubbed against each other, their tongues becoming one. "I want you," Kathryn panted as she broke the kiss. "Right here, right now." "I have a better idea my love," Yolanda said in reply as she ran her tongue across Kathryn's red lips. "We have all night, and I want this to be special for you." As she spoke, she slipped her hand down and under the hem of Kathryn's dress. Sliding between the band of her panties, her fingers came to rest on the redhead's wet mound. Yolanda rubbed against the lightly haired bush, sliding her index finger up into Kathryn's tunnel of love. Back and forth she moved it, just enough to give Kathryn a quick thrill. Then, just as quickly, she removed her hand completely from her panties and brought it up to her face. Even in the lamp light, Kathryn could see the shiny residue of her excitement on the tanned index finger. "Hmmmm," Yolanda purred as she slid the outstretched finger between her lips and licked it clean. "I do so love a little appetizer before the main course." she laughed. Kathryn smiled back, wondering what it would be like to taste Yolanda's nectar. A question that she knew would be answered in a very short time. "I want to give you a few minutes to catch your breath," Yolanda abruptly said. "To give you one last chance to decide if this is what you really want." Kathryn opened her mouth to say something but was stilled as Yolanda placed her index finger against her open lips. She could easily smell her own scent filling her nostrils. It was a heady aroma. "Don't say anything," Yolanda continued. "I want you to wait here and finish your wine. Wait fifteen minutes, then if you're still sure, follow me upstairs. I'll be waiting for you." With that, Yolanda broke the embrace and headed up the wrought iron circular staircase and disappeared onto the third floor. The quiet swing of the pendulum on the wall clock counted off each of those fifteen minutes as Kathryn sat and finished her wine. The drink only added to the warmth that still filled her body. The soft caress of Yolanda's lips against her own still tingled, more so those against her breasts. In her heart, she felt more sixteen than twenty- three, more like a virgin than an experienced lover. Deep within her, Kathryn could hear a small voice calling out to her. It was the voice of caution, urging her to take a large step backwards and carefully examine what she was about to do. That voice was balanced by that of her soul, filled with the fire of suddenly realized dreams. At that moment Kathryn recalled her dream of the night before. Only this time she could see the face of her lover. It was a face she had caressed so lovingly only ten minutes before. The wall clock chimed the quarter hour, and Kathryn put her now empty wine glass down on the table. She looked up at the staircase leading to the third floor and decided to follow the voice of her soul and dreams. Part Five "Omigod....." Kathryn gasped breathlessly as she felt another rising crest wash through her body. Her body covered with sweat, she couldn't believe the ecstasy her quaking form had experienced over the last quarter hour. Never in her life had she imagined that another person could make her feel this good. When she had first stepped into Yolanda's bedroom, and then to her bed, she had expected the experience to be similar to that brief moment with Sally. She couldn't have imagined how far beyond that it would quickly reach. Despite her desire to try and return the brief pleasure that Yolanda have given her downstairs, the older girl directed her to just stretch out on the bed and relax. There would be time enough later for her to take a more active part. The room was lit by the light of a dozen candles, spread out across the room. Shadowless light that reflected off the now nude form of the South American woman. As she stood there, Kathryn had a few moments to fully admire the artistry of her friend's body. She would quickly discover that unlike other more conventional works of art, this one could produce more than a passing reaction. Following her friend's instruction, Kathryn had climbed onto the large platform bed, her dress left on the floor next to it. She'd took hold of the waistband of her plain yellow panties to remove them but was interrupted. "No, I'll do that." Yolanda said as she reached down and stopped her. Joining her friend on the bed, Yolanda straddled her and began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned over and began to kiss her way down her back. She started at her neck and slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her fingers and lips, whispering quiet terms of endearment as she went. As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Kathryn's breasts and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she reached the top edge of Kathryn's bikini briefs, she took hold of the waistband with her teeth and pulled them down, exposing the plump pale cheeks of Kathryn's ass. The woman beneath her lifted herself a few inches off the surface of the bed to allow Yolanda to draw the briefs down and off her legs. "You have a beautiful ass." Yolanda chuckled as she look down at Kathryn's left cheek. On impulse she kissed it. A new series of kisses followed as Yolanda covered both cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack between her valley and went down and across to the hairy red mound on the other end. Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she exposed Kathryn's sex and pressed her tongue deep within it. "Ooooo" Kathryn moaned as she again lifted herself to give greater access. With all the skill she'd gained over the years since she'd discovered other girls at the age of fifteen, Yolanda played her new lover's pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of her slippery tongue sent little charges through her friend. She savored the taste that coated her tongue, a delight she'd dreamed of since the day she had walked into Moore and Rand and met the women now laid out before her. As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew there were still many pleasures she wanted to share with her friend. She spun Kathryn over and turned her own body around so that the red headed woman would have access to her own cunt. She easily slid the remains of her own underwear to the floor and once more climbed on top. Still quivering from what she knew was just the first of the nights joys, Kathryn stared in fascination at the sight of her friend's naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. It was beautiful, she though. The scent of Yolanda's sex was almost overpowering, and to her delight she learned with her first lick that the taste was all she hoped it would be. Yolanda lowered her pelvis, so that Kathryn could have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave Kathryn free reign, allowing her to set the pace of her actions. Slowly at first, Kathryn licked her lover, exploring her womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken the pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout Yolanda's body. As they slowly built in intensity, Yolanda knew they would eventually lead to orgasm. Satisfied that Kathryn was comfortable and well on her way, Yolanda turned her attentions back to the now saturated mound before her own mouth. Parting Kathryn's lips, she quickly went back to work and expertly matched Kathryn's rhythm. Their bodies were in sync as they heaved and sweated in a building passion. The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Yolanda that Kathryn was defiantly a diamond in the raw. What would she be like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the twenty-seven year old pressed her cunt down against Kathryn's face, while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside Kathryn as it would go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and as powerful as any Yolanda had experienced. They laid there wrapped in each others embrace for a few moments, simply enjoying the warmth of each other's body. Kathryn swore that she could feel the beat of Yolanda's heart as their bodies pressed together as the noise of both their labored breaths filled the room. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "Good morning, sweetheart." Yolanda said as she stepped into the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray filled with various foods. "I wasn't sure exactly what you like in the morning, seeing as you seem to live on tea and danish in the office, but I'm sure there's something here that you'll like." Kathryn rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she adjusted to the sunlight filling the room. She couldn't believe it was morning already. The last thing she remembered was that she and Yolanda were making love for the third, or was it fourth time. She remembered the heat of their bodies as she held each other tight, their pussies on fire as they rubbed them against each other until they'd exploded in an exhausting orgasm. After that she must've collapsed from fatigue. "It all looks marvelous." she said as she took a small morsel from the tray Yolanda had set down on the bed. "I've famished." "I've no doubt that you are." Yolanda said as she sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed Kathryn on the cheek. "I have to say last night was incredible." Kathryn said as she took a sip of tea. "You're not going to get any argument there from me." Yolanda smiled as she took a taste of her coffee. "I do love you." Kathryn said, repeating her statement of the previous night. "I know you do." Yolanda replied as she set the coffee cup down. "And I feel the same way about you." "Why do I have a feeling that there's a 'but' somewhere in that statement." Kathryn said. Yolanda smiled. "But...." she began. "I want you to make sure you're going into this with your eyes wide open." "I am." was Kathryn's simple reply. "Not right now you're not." Yolanda corrected her. "Maybe a month from now you could say that, but not this morning. Right now you're riding the wave of some really great sex, and that's fine. As long as you can recognize that for what it is." "I guess you're right." Kathryn said as she thought about it. "So we just take it a step at a time," Yolanda said as she crawled into the bed next to Kathryn. "And if this all turns out to be is a little lust, well I'm sure we can deal with that too." she added as she kissed Kathryn on the lips. "I think I need a shower." Kathryn abruptly said as she became aware of her bodies reaction to the previous night's exertions. "Yes you do," Yolanda grinned. "I've already had one but I'd be happy to help wash your back." "Just my back?" Kathryn smiled back. -=-= Epilogue =-=- Kathryn didn't make it home for lunch that Sunday afternoon, or dinner for that matter. She showed up for work Tuesday morning in a dress she borrowed from Yolanda. By the end of the week, she had told Eric that it was over between them and he took it with what she concluded was a sense of relief. He never confirmed her suspicions about him and Tracy, but three months later the two of them were married. And it was only five months later that Tracy presented Papa Foster with his first grandchild. Angela's rise to the top suffered a fatal setback when her boss suffered a heart attack one cold January afternoon. Thankfully it wasn't during one of their private consultations. His replacement, a no nonsense woman named Joan Miller quickly had the former assistant reassigned to a position more in tune with her office skills, or lack thereof. It was no real surprise to most that the position of administrative assistant that opened with that reassignment was offered to Kathryn. She had proven time and again what an asset she'd quickly become to the company. What did come as a surprise was both her decision to turn down the job and then resign from the company. She explained in resigning that she'd been offered a position with Southstar Enterprises. Few of her associates had ever heard of the company, but a quick computer check by the curious would find it described by the industry journals as a rapidly expanding computer support company. What few friends she still had at Moore and Ryan wished her luck-and happiness at least. Kathryn assured them that she was sure she'd found both. END Barbara And Samantha Adventures On Flight 109 by Ann Douglas Barbara looked up at the young blonde as she walked down the airplane's aisle, carefully checking seat numbers. She looked frightened and excited at the same time. Big blue eyes tried to take in everything at once as her gaze darted across the cabin. Reaching the empty seat next to Barbara, she checked the seat number again and then smiled nervously as she sat down. Barbara guessed her to be about 19 or 20, probably her first time away from home. She wore a plain white blouse and matching blue skirt. Watching her read the emergency card in the forward pocket, Barbara could only image what she would be like when they actually took off. "First time?" Barbara asked. "I guess that's pretty obvious." She answered. "I'm normally not this uncoordinated." "Don't worry about it, I've been flying for almost twenty five years now, it gets so I worry more about crossing midtown in a cab more than I do about flying to Los Angeles." "Samantha Thomas." She said as she extended her hand. "My friends call me Sam." "Barbara Logan." Came the reply. "Nice to meet you. Don't worry, by the time we get to LA you'll be a veteran." "Just don't be surprise if you find me holding your hand for support when this thing takes off." Samantha said. Barbara's smile dimmed just a little. One of the reasons she usually took the Redeye from Newark to LAX was so she could sleep and arrive rested for a morning meeting. Now she began to worry that she would be up all night baby- sitting Sam. Then, thinking back to her own first flight and how worried she was about it, loosing a little sleep to help Sam didn't seem too high a price to pay. Ten minutes later, the flight attendants had finished their safety speech, one which Sam had followed with a keen interest. The fasten seat belts light had come on and the DC-10 took its turn on the flight line. Barbara could feel Samantha tensing up when the cabin filled with the roar of the jet's engines as the pilot brought them up to full power. As the plane began to rush down the runway, Barbara reached over and took Samantha's hand in her own. Sam gripped her hand tightly as the wheels of the jet bumped once then took to the air. The night sky filled the small window, leaving the city lights quickly behind. After about ten minutes of climbing to gain their cruising altitude, the seat belt light went off. People then began to move around the cabin and get as comfortable as they could. A casual look around her told Barbara that most of her fellow passengers intended to sleep their way cross- country. "I guess I can let go now." Barbara said with a smile. "We made it once again." "Would you mind terribly if I held on a little longer?" Samantha asked. "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt." Barbara responded. If that was the most attention she wanted, then maybe she could get some sleep after all. With that, the 45 year old woman leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. Ten minutes later she was lost in dreamland. Roughly two hours later, Barbara woke up, feeling the call of nature. The cabin around her was dark, except for the maintenance lights. Brushing her hair out of her brown eyes, she could see that most of the people around her were sleeping, the few who were not sat quietly reading. Turning to her left, she saw that Sam was still wide awake. Still holding tightly onto her hand. "Couldn't sleep?" Barbara asked. "No, I tried but I'm still too scared." Sam replied. "I hope you don't mind my still holding on, it really does make me feel better." "Well I'm afraid that you're going to have to let go for at least a little while, I need to use the facilities." said the Redhead. "Oh, I'm sorry." Samantha sputtered and quickly released her grip. "Don't worry, I'll be right back." The older woman said reassuringly as she rose and started down the aisle. She had gone about six rows when she turned and saw Samantha right behind her. "Figured I should make a stop too." She said. "Like having a kid sister all over again." Barbara thought, remembering her days with her little sister Jill. As Barbara exited the bathroom, she decided to wait for Samantha. Standing outside the small chamber, she noted that Sam had forgotten to engage the door lock. No problem though, most of the plane was asleep and she'd stop anyone from walking in on her. Five minutes turned to ten, and Barbara began to become concerned. Could the girl have gotten sick? Waiting another few minutes, she reached for the door handle and slowly opened it. "Oh my." She said softly as she looked into the small bathroom. Samantha sat on the seat, her pink panties down around her ankles. Her head was arched back and her eyes were tightly closed. What had so surprised Barbara was that the young lady had three fingers buried in her pussy and was furiously masturbating. "Excuse me," Barbara said as she began to close the door. Samantha eyes popped open and her skin flushed a bright red. "Oh shit!" She exclaimed. "I'm so embarrassed." Seeing one of the passengers in the rear seats sit up in response to the curse, Barbara reopened the door and stepped inside. The last thing Sam needed right now was a public display. "Well I guess that's one way to take your mind off flying." Barbara said with a grin, trying to make light of the incident. "I really hadn't intended to do this." Sam said. "I just started to stroke myself and it felt so nice. Pretty soon I forgot I was on a plane." "Then by all means, continue." Barbara said as she again turned to go. "Could you still stay with me?" Sam asked. Barbara looked at her reflection in the small mirror in amazement. Never could she have pictured herself standing in an aircraft lavatory at 20,000 feet, watching a girl half her age play with herself. Yet twenty years ago, she could've been that girl. "I'll stay on one condition?" She answered. Samantha answered with a quizzical look. "That you let me help." The bright smile on Samantha's face was all the answer she needed. Lifting the girl into a standing position, Barbara reached down and slid her index finger into her pussy. Finding that it was already wet and well lubricated, she soon added a second and third finger. Samantha moaned softly as the sudden intrusion. As her fingers worked their magic within the young blonde, Barbara pulled her closer and kissed her softly. It was the first time she had kissed another woman since college. She'd forgotten had nice it could feel. Samantha returned the kiss, pressing her tongue against Barbara's lips. The older woman took it eagerly as she savored the taste. It was a bit awkward at first, but soon their mouths were moving as one, while their tongues performed an erotic dance from mouth to mouth. Their hands eagerly explored each other's body, fondling cloth covered breasts. Barbara slid her hand within Sam's blouse and under the cup of her small 32c bra. Closing on her nipple, she found it hard to the touch. Cramped in the tiny booth, Barbara was limited in her options. Once, a long time ago, one of her boyfriend had initiated her into the mile high club with a frenzied fuck in the washroom of a 747. A feat that would've been impossible in this smaller cubicle. "I've got an idea." Barbara said as she shifted positions with Samantha and took her place over the commode. "Jump up." She whispered as she helped Samantha onto the small vanity sink. Sitting down on the seat, Barbara now found her head level with Samantha's exposed cunt. She reached out with a cum soaked finger and parted the light blonde hair. "Have you ever had anyone do this for you before?" Barbara asked as she slid the finger back inside Sam's tunnel. "Only once, my boyfriend really didn't like doing it." Came the reply. "Then just lean back and enjoy it." Barbara responded as she removed her finger and took a firm grip on the girl's thighs. Pulling her legs as far apart as she could, Barbara wasted no time in diving right in. It took only a taste to remind her of how much she used to enjoy licking a fiery wet pussy. It was hot in the tiny cubicle, and the sharp smell of flesh and sweat quickly filled the room. Samantha moaned again and again as Barbara's tongue worked its way deep within her. The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled her mouth, the more intense became Barbara's desire to bring the girl to a new level of euphoria. If her associates back at the law firm of Brandon, Richards, Carson and Logan could see her now. How many times had they tried to get into their newest junior partner's pants only to be sent home wanting. Yet here she was, risking exposure and ridicule, sucking the pussy of a 19 yr old girl. Finally, Samantha's body tensed and she gripped the edge of the vanity with all her might. She trembled with indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave of girlcum burst upon across Barbara's pulsating tongue and open mouth. Pressing her face as far within the girl's open valley as she could, Barbara swallowed surge upon surge of womanly joy. It was like sweat nectar, bringing with it the memories of youth. She made herself a promise that it wouldn't be anywhere near as long before she tasted it again. So intense had been Samantha's eruption, that Barbara was unable to swallow all of it. Small dripping of the precious fruit of her efforts ran off her chin and down to her breasts. Her mouth and nose were likewise covered with a sweet film of girljuice. A few seconds passed before either of them could speak. Finally, Samantha managed to catch her breath and said softly. "That was intense!" "Intense she says." Barbara thought to herself. "If the girls back in my sorority could cum like that, I'd have never even looked at another man." Standing upward, Barbara leaned over and kissed Samantha again. Samantha then responded in kind. The girl's probing tongue ran across the older woman's face, allowing her to taste the sweat and cum mixture that covered it. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking came the voice over the intercom. "We'll be landing at Los Angeles International in about fifteen minutes, please return all seats to an upright position and make sure your seatbelt is securely fastened." The two women cleaned up as fast as they could, but it was impossible to eliminate the smell of sex that clung to both of them. Returning to their seats, they drew several stares from passenger's as they moved down the aisle. All they could do was ignore the looks, secure in the knowledge that they would never see any of these people again. Twenty-five minutes later, they were safely on the ground and rolled up to the passenger terminal. Sensing that Samantha was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the roundabout looks and whispered remarks, Barbara suggested that she disembark when the door opened. She, herself would follow her usual practice of waiting until the plane emptied. "I can't believe we did that." Samantha whispered. "Well now you have something to remember the next time you fly." Barbara whispered back. Then with a smile and a wave of her hand, Samantha was gone. Barbara was sure she wouldn't have any trouble flying in the future. The plane quickly emptied and Barbara simply ignored the occasional look as someone paused by her seat. Finally as she was now one of the last passengers onboard, she removed her small carrybag from the overhead compartment and started for the door. Waiting at the cabin door was the Senior Attendant, a black haired woman of about thirty- eight. As each passenger went by, she gave them the ritual farewell. "I hope you had and enjoyable flight. Thank you for flying with us and hope to see you again real soon." When Barbara reached the door, the Attendant paused and looked right into her eyes. "I guess I don't have to hope that you had a good flight." She said with a smile that seemed to beam brighter than before. Barbara paused for a second, wondering if she had meant the remark as sarcasm. Before she could think of saying anything, she felt a business card being pressed into her hand. Realizing she was holding up the few passengers still behind her, she exited the plane, holding the card unseen in her palm. It wasn't until she had entered the terminal and was away from the last of her fellow passengers that she paused to look at the card. It read; Peggy Oxenberg......Senior Flight Attendant....California Air Express. Written in red ink across the back were the words - I'm staying at the Airport Inn. Please give me a call. I'd love to take you to dinner. Barbara laughed and was about to toss the card in the nearby wastebasket. Then, she hesitated for a moment, and instead slid the small card into her pocket. After all, she would be going out to dinner after her meeting either way. And anything was better than eating alone in a strange city. Besides, Peggy had, she'd noticed, beautiful emerald green eyes. END Behind The Curtain by Ann Douglas "You wanted to see me, Shelby?" Annette Delany asked as she knocked on the opened door of the office and stuck her head inside. "Sally's not at her desk and ....." "Come on in and have a seat, Annette." he replied with a quick wave of his hand as he continued his phone conversation. "I'll be with you in a few minutes." The 22 year old brunette stepped into the large office and sat down in one of the two chairs in front of Shelby's large oak desk. Carefully she adjusted the conservative blue and white business suit she wore. She really would've preferred to have waited in the outer office while her boss finished up his business call but with his secretary at lunch she had no choice but to announce herself. Shelby Thomas was 44 and quite a good looking man. He had brown hair and beard which coupled with the glasses he wore always made Annette think of one of her college professors. Still trim unlike most men his age, he was just beginning to fall victim to the effects of a lack of exercise. It was the price of success-too many hours spent behind the desk. The young woman really didn't know him too well. Aside from her original interview and office gatherings, she had few personal dealings with him other than staff meetings in her short time at the firm. Not wanting to stare, Annette instead looked out the window, fixing her gaze on a ferry boat in the distant harbor. The view from Shelby's office was certainly much better than hers, not that she ever thought of her cubicle as an office. One of the perks of success she reminded herself. After all, this was her first job since graduating college and she really hadn't expected to start at the top. At least not in the first ten months at Moore and Stanley she reminded herself. "...and I look forward to seeing you next week." she heard Shelby say to his associate on the phone as he brought his conversation to a close. Shelby took a few moments after he hung up the phone to jot down a few notes on a pad before looking up and giving Annette his full attention. "I guess you're wondering what was so important that it couldn't wait until after lunch." he said as he dropped his pen back into the holder on the edge of his desk. Truthfully, Annette had a really bad feeling when Sally had called her an hour ago and said that Shelby wanted to see her at noon. One of her best friends had just been fired from her job a month before and her boss had done it during the lunch hour as to have as few people around while she cleaned out her desk as possible. She didn't think Shelby was that kind of boss but didn't many of these middle management types go to the same schools. She'd wracked her brain to come up with any major error she had made and came up empty. In fact, she thought she was doing a really great job, a lot better than her predecessor had-and his performance had earned him a promotion. "I've been going over your handling of the Peterson Foods account." Shelby said without any preamble as he removed a large folder from his file cabinet. "In fact, Gustav Czerny, the general manager of Peterson called me this morning to comment on it as well." "Oh shit." thought Annette, "They're not happy with the changes I made. I knew I should've played it safe and just follow Carson's previous recommendations." "Needless to say, Mr. Czerny was quite surprised at what he considered such a radical change in the way we handle his account." "I'm going to be fired!" the brunette said to herself she squeezed her hands together below Shelby's line of sight. "He also remarked that if he'd ever come across such malfeasance in his own organization, he'd have been inclined to immediately fire the individual responsible. After taking a more detailed look at these accounts, I had to tell him that I agreed." "Malfeasance?" Annette mentally repeated to herself, how could they even accuse her of such a thing. "All she did was correct what she had thought were sloppy errors and poor practices." "Needless to say, Jim Carson no longer works for this company." she heard Shelby say. "What?.." Annette said, confused." "And if it wasn't for the bad publicity that would come out of it and the fact that I think it was more incompetence than malfeasance since he doesn't seemed to have profited from the errors, I might've even considered criminal charges against him." "You fired Carson?" Annette repeated. "I had to." he replied. "This company can't afford to lose clients because of shoddy work. The only reason we haven't lost the Peterson account is that Czerny is willing to overlook Carson's poor management if we guarantee a better handling of their affairs in the future. That plus a certain financial adjustment that I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to read up on later. " Shelby paused a few moments while he dropped the file back into his cabinet. Then with a much wider smile on his face he stated again. "I know you haven't been with us very long, Annette." he began. "but if you continue to deliver work like this I see a real future for you with our company. The most immediate aspect of my appreciation for your work will be seen in your check next week. It's a small increase but one which I'm sure will be repeated on a much larger scale before long." "Thank you." Annette said both in relief and appreciation. "I wish it could've been more." he said. "But as it is all I really did was move up the raise you would've been getting by a few months. At you're level there are limits to what I can do in regards to salary." "It's more than enough." Annette said. "It's enough to know that someone notices the work you put in." "But as far as other areas, I do have a bit more leeway." Shelby noted. "I want you to take the rest of the day off." "You really don't have to..." Annette started to say. "....In fact." Shelby cut her off. "I don't expect to see you in this office again until Monday morning." "But it's only Wednesday..." Annette noted. "I'm well aware of that." he responded. "And Monday is Monday, ... I'm well aware that you've acquired the habit of coming in on weekends to catch up on some work. That's commendable but not this weekend. " Annette didn't know what to say, except thank you one again. "Now get out of here." Shelby said in a mock gruff voice. "Some of us have work to do!" Annette rose to her feet and started for the door. She was half way there when Shelby said in a much quieter tone. "Enjoy the weekend." he said as he looked up from his desk and admired the feminine form that even her austere attire couldn't conceal. "If I was only twenty years younger and not her boss." he thought before he caught himself.-"Hell, forget the twenty years." he concluded as he decided to allow himself this small indulgence. "If only I wasn't her boss." Back at her cubicle, Annette took a half hour to finish up what she had been working on. It wasn't that important, but it would've been on her mind all weekend if she hadn't. By the time she shut down the computer on her desk, most of the other associates were returning from lunch. Annette looked up from her desk to see a tall olive skinned blonde standing over her. Yvonne's hair color was a recent change, prior to that she'd been a brunette just like Annette. She had to give her friend credit-she wouldn't have had the nerve. Yvonne was two years older than Annette and had been at the firm that much longer. She also had been hired right out of college. That was were the comparison had ended. Whereas Annette was always trying to blend in and let her work speak for her, her friend was always trying to be a center of attention. Like right now, she wore a blue skirt which most people would've considered too short for an office. It was topped by a pristine white blouse which strained against an impressive bosom. "So what did old man Shelby want." Yvonne asked. "You really shouldn't call him that." Annette said. "He's really not that old." "If he's over 30, he's old!" Yvonne replied. "So what happened?" Annette quickly told the story. "So they fired Jim Carson, huh." the blonde noted. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer prick." "That's not very nice." Annette said, trying to show some sympathy for the man. "But true." she said. "I went out with him for drinks one Friday night after work with some of the other associates. We wound up being the last two at the bar and he started giving me all that crap about how his wife didn't understand him. All the while he was staring down my blouse to get a good look at my tits. Not that they don't deserve a good look. Then he got all pissed off when I wouldn't give him a blow job to help ease all his pain." "I guess he was a prick then." Annette agreed. "I think if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of your boyfriend here," Yvonne said as she rested her hand on the small photograph on Annette's desk. "he'd have been trying to get into your panties too." "There was very little chance of that." Annette smiled. "In fact none at all." "Oh I know that." Yvonne laughed. "I know you have better taste than that." Annette smiled a grin which held a secret that Yvonne never would've guessed. "Speaking of good taste." Yvonne went on as she picked up the photograph. "I don't know how you do it?" "Do what?" Annette said as she picked up the last of her stuff to leave. "Stay celibate while lover-boy here is off playing soldier." she replied. The first picture in the double frame was indeed a soldier-specifically a U.S. Marine. Close-cropped black hair framed a ruggedly handsome and deeply tanned face. The dress uniform he wore concealed an equally rugged and handsome body. The other photo had been taken a few months ago at the office Christmas party when he had been home on leave and came to the celebration with Annette-much to the envy of half the offices female population. "Well, I do keep busy." Annette quipped. "And Danny does write every week." "Girl, a letter isn't going to keep you warm at night." Yvonne said as she replaced the photos. "I would think you were at least burning out the batteries when you read them." "That, I'm not going to comment on." Annette laughed. "I know if he was my guy, I'd have taken him to bed and fucked him till he couldn't walk. That'd be the end of that soldier crap." "He's a Marine, not a soldier." Annette corrected. "They're a little particular about that point." "Whatever..." Yvonne said. "The point is that he's half way around the world in Korea. You don't really think that he's suffering from a terminal case of blue balls do you. Or that he's faithfully jerking off every night into a tissue while thinking of you. My brother was in Korea while in the Air Force, there are plenty of "mama-sans" to take care of a lonely soldier .. OK Marine.. far way from home." "We have an understanding. I told you that." Annette concluded as she noticed that more people were back at their desks and she no longer wanted to continue this conversation. "If you'd take my advice." Yvonne said, having to get in the last word. "You'd go out and have some fun over your days off. Go find yourself someone nice and more importantly ... available. It wouldn't hurt you to get laid more than once or twice a year." As she watched Yvonne head back to her own desk, her ass swaying much to the delight of her male co-workers, Annette's face again filled with that 'I've got a secret smile.' "I wonder what you would think?" she thought as her eyes followed Yvonne down the aisle. "If you knew that if I woke up with a warm body next to me tomorrow morning, I rather it be yours than Danny's." Annette let the thought of Yvonne's naked body pressed next to hers rest in her mind for a few more moments, enjoying the imagery. She knew that the tall blonde was somewhat of a sexual adventurer-if all of the stories she had shared where to be believed. Maybe someday the younger woman would have to nerve to see how much of an adventurer she really was. With that she grabbed her purse and was gone as well. An hour later after a not so quick subway ride , Annette was home at the Soho apartment she shared with a roommate. It was only three in the afternoon and Michelle wouldn't be home until six. Then she would be gone by seven, off to her part time night job. If nothing else, Annette would have the apartment to herself tonight. But to do what? One of the reasons Annette had been spending so many hours at work lately was that she had broken up with her last steady lover four months ago. Not that it had been much of a relationship, but still it had been something. In fact, the relationship had set a new record for longevity-three months. In the end it had come down to one big incompatibility. Vanessa was out of the closet, living her life openly as a lesbian. Annette, on the other hand, still lived a life of secrets-hiding behind a false identity as it were. She had told Vanessa that it was because of her job that she couldn't come out. It was one thing, she repeatedly had said, to be an open lesbian when you worked in the entertainment industry as Vanessa did. It was another when you worked for an old- fashion, establishment banking firm; and you had only been there less than a year. Maybe when she was more established things would change. She didn't want to have to start looking for a new job in a small tight knit community carrying the label that she was 'that dyke bitch that Moore and Stanley fired'. Oh they couldn't fire her for that of course, not in this age of political awareness. But they could make you miserable enough that you eventually gave them a reason to fire you. To all of this line of reasoning, Vanessa had simply replied that it was so much bullshit. All Annette lacked was the guts to stand up and be counted for what she was. Deep down, Annette had to admit to herself that Vanessa had been at least partly right. So for what ever reasons she used to justify it, Annette had created a false identity to carry around like so much excess baggage. Right down to a conveniently absent boyfriend which took care of any questions as to why she didn't date any of the guys she met. Technically, Danny Ryan was both a boy and a friend-one of the best friends she'd ever had. He just wasn't the boyfriend most people took him for. Their friendship went back to grammar school and was based on a lot firmer foundation than sex. Not that sex didn't enter into in, at least on one occasion. Like thousands of other girls, Annette had lost her virginity on prom night. Like so many of her contemporaries, she had found it a somewhat disappointing experience. Taking the adage that you can't make a judgment based on only one taste, she'd gone to bed with another young man with equally discouraging results. Finally, she concluded that perhaps it was the emotional aspect that was missing. With that in mind she'd taken her best friend in all the world to her bed. It had, she was quite willing to admit, clearly been the most physically satisfying of the three encounters, resulting in her first orgasm during sex. Yet as physically fun as it had been, it had also been as hollow as all the previous attempts. Six months later, after a few beers in her for courage, Annette had given in to a yearning that she had kept secret since she'd first became aware of it shortly after her 16th birthday. The next morning when she'd woken up in the bed of another woman, she'd found what she'd been searching for. Strangely enough, the song on the clock radio that woke her up that morning had been 'Looking for love in all the wrong places'. Quite appropriate she later thought. Despite a few affairs she had during her remaining years in college, Annette never found the courage to 'stand up and be counted' as Vanessa always called it. In fact, except for the other women involved, the only person she told was Danny. It was a testament to their friendship that he'd told her that no matter what, he'd always be her friend. The idea that she could use him as an absentee boyfriend had been his. So here she was, a four day weekend in front of her and absolutely nothing to do. Perhaps she should take Yvonne's advice and go out and find someone. Maybe not the someone that Yvonne intended but someone nevertheless. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a good idea. "Maybe I do just need to get laid." she said out loud, laughing that she was starting to sound like Yvonne. Annette spent a few hours running errands in the neighborhood before again returning to the apartment to make dinner for Michelle and herself. Sure enough, just as the clock was striking six, Michelle came prancing through the door. "Honey, I'm home!" she announced as she dropped her knapsack onto the couch. Her announcement was a little joke that both she and Annette shared. Though both were lesbians, they didn't have a sexual relationships. It just worked out better for both of them to have a roommate that they didn't have any secrets from. Annette had a 'straight' roommate back in college, one of her best friends as a matter of fact and it caused all sort of problems. She'd lost track of all the times Karen Robinson had tried to fix her up. It had also precluded her bringing home any of her dates. One thing both she and Michelle had in common was that they both were at a point in their lives that they weren't looking for a long term relationship anyway. Both were too young to settle down and it was a big world out there. They once discussed sharing each others bed for a night, just to see what it might be like. But after a little heavy petting on the couch, they decided that each of them would rather have the other as a friend. If they were lovers it would only complicate their extracurricular activities. "Welcome home, Dear." Annette said as she walked out of the small kitchen, dinner in hand. "And how was your day?" "Oh, just about the same." Michelle said as she took a sniff of the pleasing aroma of the dishes Annette was carrying. "Hmm, that smells wonderful. Some special occasion?" Annette quickly gave an abbreviated version of her own day as they sat down at the table in the common room. Michelle said she was happy for her friend. "So what are you planning to do with your sudden vacation?" Michelle asked as she finished off the last of her meal. "Well the idea of hopping on a plane and shooting off to Los Angeles suggested itself. But then reality set in and put a kibosh on that idea. I guess maybe I'll just go out tonight." Annette said as she sipped at her drink. "See what happens." "Great." Michelle beamed. "Where are you planning to go?" "I thought maybe I'd go up to Scarlett's Rose." Annette answered. "It's too bad I have to work. I haven't been there in weeks. I'd love to go with you." Michelle said as she pulled off her blouse to put on the uniform she wore at the local restaurant where she worked nights. "You could always call in sick." Annette suggested as she look a longing look at Michelle's bra-enclosed mounds. There were times she regretted their decision not to be lovers. "I'd love to, but if you want to see my half of next month's rent, I really need this job." the long haired blond said as she buttoned her blouse. "Maybe next time then." Annette said as she carried the now empty and dirty dishes into the small kitchen. "Well I'd better run." Michelle said as she picked up her knapsack. "You be careful." Annette said as she came back into the room. "May sure you take a cab home, no more walking home in the middle of the night. If you need it, I'll pay for it." "Yes mother." Michelle chuckled. "I've saved up my allowance and I will be careful." Annette just gave her a disapproving look. Despite being almost a year younger than Michelle, Annette did sometimes feel like her mother. "Now give me a kiss and I'll be on my way." Michelle said as she pressed her lips against Annette's. The kiss was brief, almost platonic, just as Annette had expected. The second kiss wasn't and took her by surprise. Her eyes opened wide as she felt Michelle's tongue side between her lips. "That's just to warm you up." Michelle said as she disappeared out the door. "Now go out and have some fun. And if you bring anyone home, be sure to leave the table lamp in the hall on so I don't walk in on the two of you. It's been so long you probably forgot about that." "I haven't forgotten." Annette said quietly as she closed the door behind Michelle and locked it. Cleaning up after dinner only took a few minutes and Annette decided to take a shower before going out. Feeling the need for something special to wear when she was done, she began going through her lingerie draw. She quickly found what she was looking for-a pair of sheer black lace panties and a matching bra. They were still in the original wrappings. She had bought them to wear for Vanessa but never got the chance. Underneath the plastic package was another plastic bag containing a bright red kerchief. Annette took out the scarf and lifted it to her face. Sealed in the zip lock bag, it still held a trace of perfume. "Vanessa." she said out loud as the fragrant aroma filled her nostrils. Visions of the last time Vanessa and her had made love filled her head. It was as clear as if it had been last night. "Come on baby," Vanessa said as she rubbed her bare, dark breasts against the back of the light skinned girl beneath her. "When are you going to take me home to meet your Mom and Dad?" "We've been through this all before." the scantily clad Annette replied. "It's not that simple." "Oh don't tell me that." Vanessa argued. "You just take me home and say, "Hi Mom and Dad, I'd like you to meet my lover." "After which I'd be calling 911 for the heart attack my mother would then be having." Annette said as she rolled out and from under the larger girl. "Maybe you're just underestimating their tolerance?" Vanessa said as she sat up and ran her hand through her long shoulder length black hair. "Besides, since I'm a Nurse, I can always administer CPR." "I don't think so." the brunette said as she reached for the lamp on the night table. In truth, she wasn't sure which would be the greater shock to her parents. That her current lover was a woman ... or that she was as black as the night. "Leave the light on." Vanessa said as her hand closed on Annette's. "I want to watch you make love." "All right." the younger girl replied. "If it makes you happy." Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa, anxious to put the subject of her 'coming out' behind them. She cared more for her lover than she liked to admit. She knew she wasn't ready for a monogamous relationship and Vanessa hadn't asked for one. But she knew she would miss her if she left. A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as she cupped both of Vanessa's large breasts. The young woman knew that in the eyes of some of her more feminist and politically correct friends, her passion for women who had large breasts was somewhat improper. Her attitude to them was 'screw them', it wasn't any of their business who she took to bed. It was a pity she didn't have that strength of will when dealing with her parents and her straight friends. Her finger played with Vanessa's erect nipples, enjoying their hardness. One at a time she lifted the heavy orbs to her mouth and sucked on them. "Oh I love it so much when you do that." Vanessa purred, replacing Annette's hands with her own. Vanessa's nipples, like her breasts as a whole, were nearly twice the size of Annette's. The brunette so loved the feel of them in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the stubs, covering them with her wetness. Then she would slide them into her mouth once more. Each time was like the first, exciting and intoxicating. "You are magical, Vanessa," Annette said in a sweet, sexy voice as she squeezed the dark breast. "Magical?" "Yes, magical. I've never wanted to make love to someone as much as I want to you right now." Vanessa lifted Annette's face away from her breasts and once more kissed her softy on the lips. Then the kiss became harder and more passionate. Annette put her arms tight around Vanessa's body as the two opened their mouths and let their tongues run from mouth to mouth. Back and forth in feverish and anxious lesbian desire. Annette felt Vanessa's magic move into her body. She gave up her body to her lover, offering it as a sacrifice to lust. She wanted only to please Vanessa and in turn to be pleased by her. She hoped that if she could only make this moment last forever, all of their differences would disappear. Vanessa took her lips from the younger woman's mouth and kissed her soft skin, licking her face with her tongue. "Oh, Vanessa," Annette moaned. Annette was wearing a light nightgown that hung from her body by a pair of shoulder straps made of light, flimsy material. Vanessa brushed those straps from her shoulders and let the nightgown move down Annette's soft, young skin. Her firm, rounded breasts with the pink nipples were soon exposed to the black girl's passionate eyes. Annette's mounds were small but just as full and sweet as Vanessa's. Vanessa ran her lips down them slowly, letting her love wait a bit before she got to the little pink nipples that were already beginning to turn bumpy and hard with excitement. Finally, Vanessa kissed one of those nipples. Annette sighed and lifted it up with her hands so that the black woman could more easily suck on the pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips. Vanessa stuck out her tongue and ran it around the pinkness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that pink circle and closed them tightly around the good spot and began to suck with ecstasy and excitement. Vanessa had made love to many women before, but had never made love to a girl who seemed to want it as badly as Annette did. Vanessa sensed as she sucked the nipple that Annette was trying to turn this little late evening love feast into something special-something that she could forever cherish. If so, Vanessa was more than happy to help. Gently, Annette pushed Vanessa back and the black woman let the nipple escape from her lips as she moved back. Annette put her hands on Vanessa's shoulders and brought the sexy, black woman forward for one more kiss. This kiss wasn't soft. It was hard and filled with passion-passion that came from both mouths, from both souls. As they kissed, Vanessa cupped Annette's bare breasts in her hands and felt them as they heaved with her lust. Now it was Annette's turn to return to those black fountains of delight. Before becoming Vanessa's lover, Annette had never really been attracted to black women. Now she found the deep darkness of her skin an aphrodisiac. Annette took her time and waited for a few seconds before she finally kissed one of the ebony nipples that stood there, beckoning her like a searchlight in the fog. Now she ran her tongue around the nipple and closed her lips around it, kissing it and sucking on it with pleasure and desire. And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too. As her younger lover sucked on her nipple, she ran her hands through the girl's long hair and moved them down Annette's bare back, letting her fingers run lightly over the girl's tingling spine and feeling that same tingle invade her own body. Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away and stop the sucking of her orbs. Annette gave into her willingly, knowing that the pleasure had just begun. Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved her white panties down her firm, black legs. Moving them slowly as to tease her lover who she knew was so anxious to see her black bush. But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few seconds saw her mound, that beautiful tightly cropped hair, and that little slit that was between Vanessa's legs. She licked her lips in anticipation, bringing a smile once more to Vanessa. Annette couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of her cunt. Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke softly but cheerfully to her love. "Now you." she said. Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall off her body to the floor. Her legs were firm too, and tanned by the summer sun. She was still wearing a pair of little, pink bunny panties that came with the nightgown. She turned for a moment and wiggled her ass at Vanessa. Vanessa giggled at the sight and Annette looked over her bare shoulder and giggled too as she slipped the panties down her legs. Her back was still turned to Vanessa and the first thing that the black woman saw was the crack in her little lover's ass. That round little ass looked so juicy, like freshly baked bread. . Annette stepped out of the panties and threw them back over her shoulder at Vanessa. The dark woman caught them and held them to her nose, smelling the sweet cunt wetness that was there, an aroma she knew so well. Annette turned and spread her legs triumphantly, moving her white, trembling hands down the length of her sexy body. She moved two fingers into the folds of her cunt and moaned as she felt the heavy wetness there. Vanessa watched her lover and as she watched leaned back on the bed and spread her own black legs, moving her own red tipped fingers into her dark hole. Matching Annette's motions, she soon matched her moans. They went on for a few moments, both happy with their own mastubatory revels to passion. Both grew even more excited because they knew that they were together in this lust, this finger-fucking fun. Then, cued as if by some unseen director, both girls pulled their fingers from their now soaking cunts. They looked at each other and grinned. Annette stepped forward, moving toward the bed and the lover she had wanted for so long. Vanessa kept her legs spread, welcoming the white girl into her body. Annette put her arms out in front of her and fell into the bed, catching herself on her hands and hanging there over Vanessa's black and sexy body. Annette's tits hung down low and rubbed against Vanessa's darker breasts. Vanessa cupped those tits in her hands and pushed them up so she could bury her face in the softness that was Annette's full breasts. Then the white girl eased herself onto the black woman's body and Vanessa lifted her legs high, keeping them open. She wrapped her legs around Annette's back and held the girl firmly in her grasp. The two women started to hump each other, to feel their clits hardening and battling each other in a pleasurable way. As they moved together, Annette lay her head next to Vanessa's and her hair fell across the black woman's face. Vanessa smelled that hair and loved it, it was fresh like the morning. They started to sweat as they hunched each other so furiously and they started to moan too, feeling their pussies get wetter and wetter with the fever of the moment. They were both flooded with the fires of lesbian desire. Annette put her arms around her lover's neck and kissed the side of Vanessa's face, blowing in her ear. She ran her tongue into that ear, letting it follow the little swirls there. Then with Annette tight between her legs, Vanessa began to turn her body, moving slowly until she was on top. When she was, she loosened her hold on Annette's waist and the smaller girl lifted her legs and put them around Vanessa's firm body. The humping then continued with the sound of wet cunts beating each other with joy, and the sounds of moaning and pleasant whimpering. The two women moved with each other, playing with each other's bodies, running their hands over black and white skin. Vanessa linked her passion with the sight of Annette's sweating body that was churning under hers with so much anxious love. Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart and Vanessa rolled off Annette's heaving body. They moved on the bed, to the center and lay next to each other, kissing and touching each other's bodies. It was Vanessa who had the next lusty thought. She started to work her way down Annette's body, kissing it and licking the perspiration that was there, knowing that it was her perspiration too as their bodies had become one. She sucked on the small pink nipples for a few seconds, then she licked and kissed her way across her stomach. Her ebony lover paused again to run her tongue into Annette's little navel, she put her finger in another special place, moving it easily into Annette's cunt. Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the soft pink pussy, moving the finger around and around. Feeling both Annette's dampness and her heat, Vanessa began to move it quickly, like a cock, fucking Annette in a wonderful way. Then Vanessa took her tongue from Annette's navel and ran it through the light hair above the girls pussy, licking that hair and blowing on it. Making it damp and cool, even though the girl's pussy was hot and ready to explode with passion. When Vanessa was ready, she moved quickly on the bed, putting her face between Annette's legs as she stretched those legs out and held them out with her hands. Then she moved her nimble tongue across the folds of her pussy. She felt Annette shiver with delight and lust. "Yes, Vanessa, eat me," Annette moaned. "Lick my pussy." Annette reached down with her own hands and spread the pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Vanessa dived in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Annette. Then she brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Annette's shaking body. Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's clit, striking it with a feverish feeling that made Annette feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from this woman's tongue. And Vanessa was willing to give more, for she knew that Annette would soon be between her own legs, returning the favor with her own soft tongue. Vanessa took the hardening clit between her lips and sucked on it. She sucked and chewed and bit on the piece of flesh and felt Annette's body respond to each touch. She knew she was driving her lover insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Annette as she sucked. Annette was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the bed. Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with sighs and squeals. As she came Annette took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of Vanessa's head, pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dark skinned lover not to stop until she had come with all her fury. And then it was over. Annette relaxed and lay on the bed in a twilight state of dreamy fulfillment. Vanessa lifted her lips from the clit and licked her lips, savoring one last time the sweetness of her new lover. She smiled up at her lover. Annette opened up her eyes and smiled down at Vanessa. "Now you," she said in a whisper of love. "Now I want to eat you." "Yes...." Vanessa purred. "I want you to do that" Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe panther. Lying beside her young lover, she took Annette in her arms and kissed her again. Their mouths opened and their tongues ran together. Annette could taste the sweetness of her own nectar within her lover's mouth. For long minutes they kissed lazily, savoring each other. Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into fire again when Annette began to eat her pussy. And Annette couldn't wait. Annette kissed her ebony love one last time before starting her journey down towards Vanessa's chocolate valley. "I love you...." Annette said as she paused on her downward journey. "I just want you to know that. I don't know how I can ever repay what you've given me." "There's an easy way you can thank me." Vanessa replied. Annette looked puzzled for a moment. The older woman spread her legs wide and pointed to her open pussy and giggled. Annette had to giggle too. She had almost forgotten. "I will thank you in that special way," She assured Vanessa, " and I will make it very special for you" "I'm sure you will." Then Annette began to move down Vanessa's hard, dark body, kissing and licking her breasts, smelling the oily freshness of her skin. Following Vanessa's example she tongued out the little black navel. She moved her finger into Vanessa's other hole that was so sweet, so wet and so inviting. The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment almost made her pass out with joy. Annette spread the dark lips apart and moved her tongue into the deep cavern. The warmth of her mouth filled its hollow. She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers running through her long hair. She was in heaven. No matter what came in the future, this would always be a moment she would look back upon with delight. Two days later they'd had their final fight and she was gone from Annette's life. "Can't live in the past." Annette thought as she dropped the scarf back into it's bag. "As much as I'd sometimes like to." Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into the wastepaper basket near the dresser. A common friend had told her that Vanessa already had a new lover-one who was much more open about her sexual identity. If nothing else, she missed the hot nights the two of them shared. Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was about to start the water running for her shower and then paused. It was only seven-thirty, much too early to rush out the door. A bath would feel better than a shower. She had plenty of time, after all, Scarlett's didn't even open until nine. Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub that was one of the things she loved about this old apartment. The heat of the water felt good as it penetrated her body. The tub was wide and long enough that she could stretch her whole body out. After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it splashed across Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As always, it felt good. Annette slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free, she slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her thumb played against her clit. The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes, letting herself drift in her thoughts. It wasn't long before Annette's body began to tremble with the approach of an orgasm. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form. For long moments she just drifted there, even after her bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her. Those first moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished. Eventually, the water began to cool and Annette lifted herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the old tub and onto the tiled floor. She retrieved a large bath towel from hook on the door and began to dry herself. Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples. Annette stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself in the bathroom's full length mirror and took stock. At 22, she was just entering her best years and she was determined not to waste them. Her breasts were a firm 36C, topped with bright pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and lean, the result of a constant attention to her diet and exercise. 5'7" and 130 lbs, her long dark hair reached just below her shoulders. She ran her hands down across her naked body, enjoying the touch of her own hand. As her fingers brushed against her tightly trimmed bush, she gently slipped a single finger within herself, enjoying the memory of only a few minutes before. "Ooooo." she murmured to herself. "I do need to get laid." After she finished drying herself off, The brunette open the sealed bag and dressed herself in the panties and bra. Admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled at the reflection. "It was your loss, Vanessa." she laughed. Annette took another ten minutes sorting through her closet, trying to find exactly the right look to go with her mood. Finally, after trying on three other outfits, she was satisfied with the look of the woman who smiled back at her in the full sized mirror. The outfit was simple but it made a statement. Slightly faded but comfortable jeans and a wide black leather belt, both topped by a form fitting black T-shirt. The flimsy bra she wore was almost invisible underneath it. She wore only the slightest trace of make-up, preferring to go with the natural look. The only jewelry she added was a pair of small silver hoop earrings and a matching silver bracelet on her right hand. A pair of equally comfortable but ridiculously expensive sneakers covered her feet. Finally, the last item of her ensemble was a black leather jacket that had once belonged to her brother but had long since been outgrown. "Well I don't know about anyone else." she laughingly said to her reflection. "But I'd sure as hell want to go to bed with you." Her little joke was abruptly cut off in mid-laugh as the phone rang. She hesitated a moment, thinking she should let the machine pick it up. Then she remembered that the tape had broken and she was supposed to pick up a new one on the way home tonight. In the excitement of getting off early she had forgotten all about it. "Hello." she said as she picked up the receiver. "Hi sweetheart." replied a strong male voice. "Dad..?" she answered, somewhat surprised to find his voice on the other end of the line. "Is anything wrong?" she quickly added. "No honey, nothing's wrong." he said reassuringly. "Can't I call my favorite daughter just to say hi?" "Of course you can." Annette replied as she thought that her older brother must've been out if Dad was calling her. They had a few minutes of casual chatting, before her father came to the point of his call. "Your mother's gone out with one of her girlfriends and I was wondering if you'd like to come on over and watch a little TV with your old Dad." "Gee Dad, normally I'd love to." she said in her most dutiful tone. "But I was just on my way out and ..." "A date...?" John Delany interrupted." "Well not exactly." Annette said. "But I'm sure there will be a lot of interesting people there. You never know ..." "Well in that case, let me let you go." he said, his voice a mixture of both hope and disappointment. "Bye Dad, I'll call you over the weekend." she said before she hung up the phone. "One of these days I'm really going to have to tell them." Annette thought as she looked down at the phone. "Yeah, one of these days..." Scarlett's Rose was located up on the upper east side. Ironically enough, the cabaret was only five blocks away from the apartment building where Annette had grown up and her parents still lived. During the day, the nondescript front of the nightclub attracted little attention. It was only after dark that the doors opened and it resounded with the sounds of entertainment. By that time, all of the other businesses on the block were long closed. Annette had been a frequent visitor over the last few months. Ironically enough, it had been Vanessa who had told her about the club. Actually, she had told her about the existence of the New York club after she had mentioned that back in California, where she had gone to college, she had found a really great place to meet people or just hang out-it was also called Scarlett's Rose. After a little investigation, they'd learned that there were over twenty other Scarlett's spread over the United States and Canada. She found that somewhat humorous, a franchise chain of lesbian social clubs. Still, they had been the best nightspots she'd ever been in. A wide smile came to her lips as she remembered how she and her college roommate Karen had stumbled onto the club one night while they were looking for another club in the same area. The place seemed pretty popular so they gave up their search and decided to stop for a drink and check the place out. They had just ordered drinks when Karen finally noticed that there wasn't a guy in the place. Even the four bartenders were women. Annette had noticed that fact immediately but didn't mention it. She was curious to see Karen's reaction. Curious and maybe a little hopeful that she might be a little receptive to the environment. "Oh shit." Karen whispered to Annette as she leaned close to her ear. "This is a dyke bar. Look at all those lezzies on the dance floor." A small look of disappointment had flashed across the brunette's face as she heard her friend use that derogatory term. She'd lost track of the number of times she'd come home and found the door locked because Karen was screwing the brains out of some jock or another. It was no secret that she was heavily into guys but until this moment, Annette had hoped that her childhood friend might be open to other avenues as well. "So what." Annette replied in a neutral tone. "It might be kind of interesting to hang around and take a look. Isn't that what college is supposed to be all about, opening your mind to new experiences." "Not this experience." Karen said quickly as she paid for her drink and then began to step away from the bar, leaving the drink untouched. She got a few steps, then realized that Annette was still at the bar. "You're not thinking of staying here, are you?" she asked. "No, I guess not." Annette had said as she looked around at all the women standing at the bar. "But I'll definitely be back." she silently promised herself. During the remainder of their senior year, Annette managed to visited the club at least two or three times a month. Needless to say, she never mentioned it to Karen. If anything, the Scarlett's Rose in New York was even bigger and more opulent than the one Annette had visited while in school. They were both decorated in a turn of the century motif but the Manhattan club was almost twice the size. One common denominator, aside from the name was a large oil painting hanging in a place of honor. The portrait was that of a young woman in her mid- twenties. She had long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist which was the first thing you noticed. It framed a creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. She wore a gown that was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face. On the bottom of the frame was a small, highly polished plaque that read-Scarlett McMurphy - 1949. On her first visit here, Annette had asked about the painting. One of the bartenders had told her that it was a portrait of the woman that had originated the string of clubs for women. Taking a longer look at her beautiful face, Annette regretted for a moment that she hadn't been born a half century earlier. Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the bar and looked around. There were only a few dozen patrons, the club had only opened a half hour before. The dance floor and the second half of the club wouldn't even open for another hour. She didn't see anyone she knew, taking that as both a plus and a minus. It was always hard meeting someone new. She always felt a little awkward during those first chats as they sort of danced around various subjects and felt each other out. Yet, there was always the chance of running into someone who really hadn't worked out. That had happened to Annette a few times as well. Octavia immediately came to mind. She had met the 27 year old at the club's Halloween party last October. Annette had come as a female pirate, her unrestrained breasts practically falling out of the loose blouse she had worn. It had taken quite a lot of liquid courage and encouragements from Michelle to get her to go out like that. One look at Octavia had made her throw all caution to the wind. She had long straight black hair that stretched down to her waist, with pale white skin that made it even more vibrant. Bright blue eyes and even brighter red lips completed the image. The tight fitting dress she wore, barely containing two mammoth globes, made her look like an erotic cross between Morticia Addams and Elvira. It was lust at first sight and they had met the dawn together. The attraction faded however when she met her for lunch a few days later and found that Octavia dressed like that all year round. All she ever wore was black. It was a little too strange for Annette. Then there had been Anna, a married woman she had met one night. They'd had a brief encounter that only lasted a few hours in a nearby hotel. Annette remembered she had the most beautiful nipples and such caring brown eyes. Unfortunately she had been in New York only for a few days on a trip and she had never seen her again. The image of Anna kneeing topless over her own naked form suddenly vanished from Annette's mind as her wandering gaze abruptly stopped at a young woman sitting at a small table across the room. "Annette, this could be your lucky night." she said to herself as she picked up her drink and left the bar. Carefully she navigated the room, which was already much more crowded than when she had first arrived. She tried to keep one eye on the woman's table, to make sure that she really was alone. In no time at all, she was standing beside it. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she said, already moving into the empty seat before the other woman could answer. "I guess not." she replied, slightly miffed at the fait accompli. "Annette Delany." the brunette said with a smile. " Antoinette Martinez." she replied without returning the smile. Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30's. About 5'9", she had a dark olive complexion and weighed about 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 when she wanted it too. "Can I buy you a drink?" Annette asked. "I'm still working on this one." the darker skinned woman replied as she lifted her nearly full glass to illustrate. "Oh." Annette said discouraged as the meaning of her words became apparent. "I guess this was a mistake." Antoinette finally smiled. An action that caused Annette heart to slightly flutter. "Another night it might not have been." she said warmly. "I think you're pretty cute actually. But tonight I'm looking for someone ... a little older." "Oh, I see." the younger woman said, a little disappointed. "Actually, I was a little surprised when you came over." Antoinette continued. "I figured you were looking for the same thing. It is after all Wednesday night." Now Annette looked confused. She had never been to Scarlett's on a weeknight. Did Wednesday have any special significance? "I guess you weren't aware that on Wednesday nights, the crowd in here tends to be somewhat older than during the rest of the week. Just like on Mondays it's much more butch." "Is there any other night I should know about?" Annette asked, feeling just a little bit embarrassed. "Well, unless you get into a little bondage now and then, I'd avoid Thursdays if I was you." the older woman offered. "Do you come here on Thursdays?" Annette found herself asking. "I have, when the mood strikes." she grinned in reply. "Well, this has definitely been very informative." Annette said as she got up to leave. "And I apologize for my error." "No apology needed." Antoinette said, this time her smile was genuine. "Like I said, another night and it might be a little different. And by the way, my friends call me Toni." "Well it was nice meeting you Toni." Annette smiled back as she stepped away. Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman's 38 inch bust straining against the simple denim shirt she was wearing, Annette wondered what it might be like to stop by on a Thursday night and meet Toni again. Taking a seat again at the bar, Annette again surveyed the women around her and this time noted that yes, they were an older crowd. Funny that she hadn't noticed that before. Not that she had anything against older woman. While not her first preference, she'd had a very brief fling with her history professor back in college and she had been in her mid-fifties. Like many other things during that time, it had been a very educational experience. An hour went by and Annette had a few more drinks before switching to mineral water. She knew her limits on alcohol. She'd chatted with a few more woman but failed to make a connection with any of them. She was just about resigned to calling the night a failure and call for a cab when she heard a voice call her name. "Annette, darling." the high pitched voice practically screamed, even though it's owner was only a few feet away. "How wonderful to run into you." "Oh shit." Annette muttered under her breath. "This is got to be the perfect end to a really fucked up evening. Even so, she put on her best face as she turned around to face the woman who had called her name. She was taller than Annette, with longer jet black hair that ran just below her shoulders. About ten years older, she was wearing a light yellow jacket and black slacks. Visible beneath the jacket was a black lace bra in lieu of a blouse. It was very similar to the one Annette herself was wearing, the only difference being that it was several sizes smaller. "Hello Francine." Annette said, wishing she had left ten minutes ago. Annette hid her discomfort as Francine made kissing noises against each of her cheeks. Mentally she quickly rehearsed her next lines, that she was happy to see her but that she had caught her on the way out. Tomorrow was a work day after all and she had to get in early for a meeting. Francine never gave her a chance as she immediately began chatting away at a mile a minute. All in that nasal tone that Annette found so irritating. Well it was something she'd brought upon herself, Annette told herself. She'd just have to bear it for a little while. Francine was a former hairdresser from Queens who now worked as some sort of Nanny for some theater big shot. Annette didn't remember too much of the story she'd told her because the younger woman was oh so very drunk at the time. It was the weekend after she and Vanessa broke up. Michelle was out of town and she had come up to Scarlett's in search of some companionship. A long time ago, long before she came to grips with her sexuality, a friend of hers had told her a few rather crude lesbian jokes. One of them had stuck in her mind and ever since that night with Francine had become a watch- phrase she never forgot. That joke had been a question - what was the lesbian mating call? The answer had been-"I'm so drunk!". Of course that would apply to anyone, straight or gay, but there was no other explanation she could offer as to how she woke up in Francine's bed the next morning. Personality wise they were poles apart. If had been her fault, not Francine's. As such, she couldn't bring herself to just brush off her obvious attempts at a second encounter. She could only hope she would tire of trying. Looking over Francine's shoulder, Annette spotted Toni sitting at a table with an older redhead. She couldn't see the woman's face clearly but she looked to be in her mid forties. Also from what she could see of her outline to see that she was even more endowed that the Hispanic woman. "At least one of us is scoring tonight." she mused as she agreed with some nonsense that Francine had just said. Her supposition of her new friends success was in error as a few moments later she saw her get up and leave the table. Curious, she watched the woman she'd left behind as she finished her drink. Finally, she got up to leave and turned that for the first time, Annette could see her face. When she did, she almost dropped her own drink in shock. "Omigod!" she blurted out, cutting off Francine in mid- word. "What...?" a startled Francine said. "I have to go." Annette said as she dropped the half filled glass on the bar, her words rapid in their delivery. "Give me a call and we'll get together.'' she muttered to Francine. Before the yellow and black clad woman could say that she didn't have Annette's number, the brunette was already lost in the crowd, making her way to the door in pursuit of the woman who had just exited. Annette burst out onto the street at a full run. Unfortunately, the object of her chase hadn't gone far. In fact, she had only gone a few feet outside the door when she had stopped to get something out of her purse. As a result, the collision was inevitable. "I'm so sorry." Annette said almost automatically as she lifted herself off the hard concrete ground. "I guess I should've been more careful and look ..." Annette stopped in mid-breath when she saw that the woman she had so spectacularly crashed into had been the object of her chase. At a distance of only a few feet, the face she had thought she recognized from across the crowded room was unmistakable. A lump filled her throat as she managed to barely speak. "Mrs. ....Mrs. Robinson." she finally managed to finally say. "Oh my." Mrs. Robinson said, much more composed than Annette had been. "Annette dear, how nice to see you again. Although I'm sure each of us is a little surprised to see the other here." "Surprised." Annette mentally repeated. "Surprised doesn't even begin to cover it." If she had to pick the last five people she would've ever expected to run into at a lesbian bar, Sharon Robinson would have been the second or third name on the list. Her mother would've occupied the first position of course. In no particular order, Sharon Robinson was the mother of her oldest friend, her own mother's best friend, and the woman who was more of an Aunt to her growing up than any of her mother or father's sisters. "I guess we should have a little talk." Sharon said as she picked up the purse she had dropped when Annette ran into her. "There's a rather nice coffee shop about two blocks from here. I'm sure it will be much quieter and private." Still unable to form coherent sentences, Annette merely nodded her agreement. By the time they were sitting in an isolated booth in the back of the coffee shop five minutes later, she had again found her voice. "I'll just have coffee, black." Sharon said to the pretty blond-haired waitress who had walked back to get their order. "Tea, milk and sugar." Annette said a moment later. Sharon waited a few moments until the waitress was out of earshot and then broke the silence they had shared since their collision in front of the club. "I'm sure you must have a hundred questions." she began. "But let me talk for a few minutes and I'm sure that I can answer most of them without much trouble." Annette's silence signaled her assent. "I guess the big question would be ... am I a lesbian?" the redhead said. "The simple answer is ... yes I am. I have been all of my life." That single admission sent Annette into a tailspin. Mrs. Robinson had been both a wife and the mother of two. True the 44 year old had been a widow for almost fifteen years but to hear her say that she'd been a lesbian for even longer than that was still a shock. "Seeing that you were also in the club, I take it that you are at the very least either bi-curious or something more." she continued. The expression on Annette's face told her that the latter was the case. In a calm tone she asked Annette a direct question. "Lesbian?" Annette nodded assent. Even that took a great deal of effort. "I thought that might be the case listening to your mother talk about your lack of prospective suitors." Sharon said. "You're much too pretty a girl not to have guys trailing after you." Mrs. Robinson's mention of her mother brought another even scarier question into Annette's mind. She was afraid to even ask it because it might bring an answer she couldn't handle. It took all of her courage to finally put it into words. "I talked to Dad earlier and he said Mom had gone out with one of her girlfriends and I was ...." "And you were wondering if I was the girlfriend she had gone out with?" Sharon finished the question. The answer had to wait a few very long moments as the waitress reappeared at their table with their order. "You can put that idea out of your head." she answered as soon as the girl was gone. "I don't know who your mother went out with, but it wasn't me. I love your mother dearly, but we're just friends and that's all we've ever been. She doesn't know about this aspect of my life and frankly, it's none of her business." Annette exhaled a deep breath or relief and then took a sip of her tea. "In the same vein, I guess I should ask about you and Karen. You were after all roommates in college and such." Mrs. Robinson said. "It's the same situation." Annette said, "Karen is most definitely straight." Annette thought it diplomatic not to mention that her daughter was so straight that she had screwed her way through half the male population of their dorm. That wasn't something any mother wanted to hear, regardless of the situation." "I didn't think so." Sharon said. "Not that it would've bothered me if the two of you had. It just would've surprised me, that's all. I've always suspected that Karen was somewhat homophobic." Annette could've confirmed that suspicion but chose not to. Instead she was more interested in hearing the rest of Sharon's story. "Where was I, oh yes." Sharon went on. "Like I said, I've been interested in other women all of my life. I had my first experience when I was 16. So I guess the question now on your mind is how did I wind up married to Jack Robinson?" The look of curiosity on Annette's face said that was the question on her mind. "Well at 18, I was still unsure of the direction my life was going to take. It was 1970 and despite all those stories you might have heard about the swinging sixties, a lesbian lifestyle wasn't very socially acceptable. At least not in my household. I was unable ... unwilling ... to make the choices that I would've had to make to follow that road. To make my parents happy, I tried to live a heterosexual lifestyle. I met Jack on my first job out of high school and two months after that I was pregnant. My knowledge of birth control left a lot to be desired." The image of Karen's older brother Mike flashed through Annette's mind. He was the baby, Sharon was referring to. "The idea of being an unwed mother didn't appeal to me either so Jack and I were married a month later. Seven months after Mike was born, I was pregnant again, this time with Karen. Jack was nothing if not persistent." The younger woman gently nodded her head. She could see herself in Sharon's place. By the third year of our marriage, long suppressed desires could no longer be denied and I had my first affair. It lasted six months until Jack came home unexpectedly from work. In hindsight, I guess it was pretty stupid having my lover over to my own home for a romp in the hay. But with two toddlers, I didn't have that many options." "Yet you stayed married?" Annette asked. "That came as a surprise to me as well." Sharon replied. "Jack never said a word about it. He simply moved into the guest bedroom and never touched me again. Later, when he became ill, we made our peace with each other. I really cried when he died." Annette didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sharon didn't expect her to say anything. "Can I get the two of you anything else?" the waitress asked as she stepped back alongside the table. "No thank you, ... Molly." Sharon said as she read the girl's name off a small plastic tag on her blouse and gave her a warm smile. "Just the check please." Returning Sharon's smile, Molly ripped a small green check from her pad and carefully placed it on the table in front of Sharon. No sooner had she done so when the older woman dropped three singles on top of it. "You keep the rest." she said as she did so. "Thank you very much." Molly beamed as she picked it all up. The tip was actually more than the cost of the two coffees. Annette couldn't help but notice that Sharon's eyes followed the sway of the young blonde's ass as she walked back up the aisle. It was very apparent to someone that was used to doing the same thing. "When I was young and unmarried," Sharon said as they got up to leave. "I worked in a place a lot like this. Then, as now, the pay really sucked. The only good thing I can say about the job was that Jack worked around the corner from the diner and used to come in almost every day for lunch. That was how we met." Once outside, Annette felt a little awkward again. She wanted to talk to Sharon some more, ask more questions but also didn't want to intrude into her personal life. Thankfully, Sharon asked her to walk her home. "That's if you weren't planning to go back to the club of course." the older woman added. "No, I wasn't planning on going back there tonight." Annette replied automatically. "Maybe tomorrow night." she added, again without thinking. "Bondage night?" Sharon asked inquisitively, her eyes opening wide in curiosity. "Oh is that what tomorrow night is?" Annette asked, knowing that her ignorance was a lie. "A woman I met there tonight mentioned that I might find Thursday nights interesting, that's all." "I see." Sharon replied. "Well, I guess that some women do find that sort of thing interesting, or so I've been told as well." Sharon's answer made Annette wonder if her friend's mother was a frequent visitor on Thursday night as well. "Well we're here already." Sharon said as they reached the apartment house where Annette's parents and Sharon both lived. "So we are." Annette agreed, a little disappointed that it had been only three blocks away. "It's still early." Sharon said. "Would you like to come up for a drink." Annette thought about it for a moment. The chance that she would run into her parents was rather slim. They lived on the fourth floor and Sharon the twelfth. The only way their paths could cross would be in the lobby and that was a remote possibility. And if by some random chance, she did run into them, she could always say she had decided to come by and surprise them and had happened to run into Sharon outside. She was sure that if that unlikely eventuality occurred, the redhead would understand. Even so, Annette waited nervously for the elevator and breathed a sign of relief as they stepped inside. Thankfully, they were the only occupants. That relief faded as the car stopped on the fourth floor and a young couple stepped in. The woman, Annette immediately recognized as being one of her parent's neighbors. Her name was Adrianne. "Oh shit," Annette thought. "What if she turns around and sees me? What if she mentions to Mom that she saw me here?" By the time the elevator opened on the tenth floor, she realized that she needn't have worried. All the while, Adrianne's eyes never left those of her male companion. His name, Sharon later mentioned, was Edmond and he lived in 10C. He and Adrianne had recently begun seeing each other and were head over heels for each other. Since Adrianne still lived with her parents, they probably couldn't wait to get up to the privacy of his apartment. Moments later, the two women themselves exited onto twelve and quickly headed to 12B. Still a little nervous, Annette glanced right and left down the long hallway as Sharon undid the locks. "There, safe and sound." Sharon laughed as they stepped inside and she closed the door. "And away from prying eyes." she added in a even more humorous tone. Annette felt a little silly about the whole thing now that they were inside. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong. It wasn't like they were walking around the building naked-it only had felt that way. "I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable." Sharon said as she dropped her light jacket onto a chair. "You know where the bar is, why don't you make us those drinks." Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the bedroom. Of course Annette knew where the bar was. She'd spent almost as much time growing up in this apartment as her own. And once they were in their teens, she and Karen had snuck drinks from both their parent's liquor cabinets. Finishing the drinks, Annette picked up a large photo of Karen that was sitting on top of the television. Next to it had been an equally sized one of her brother, Mike. In many ways, Karen was a younger version of her mother. The resemblance was unmistakable. Funny that she had never really noticed it before. In fact, when she compared Karen's photo with the wedding picture on the bookcase, they looked like they could be sisters. They were both the same age in each picture, and both had a similar build. That was one of the thinks Karen used to joke about, that her mother's one really great gift to her had been a big bust. "Okay, I'm ready for that drink now." Sharon said as she exited the bedroom. "I really think they water them down at the club, figuring that no one will ever notice." Annette almost dropped the drinks as she turned around and look at Sharon. She expected her to come out in a house dress or at the very least, a robe and slippers. Instead, the attractive redhead was wearing a loose fitting light green teddy that did little to conceal the mammoth mounds beneath it. The dark circles around her nipples were very visible through the light material. "I hope you aren't shocked." she said as she took her drink. "But I think it's rather silly to put on another change of street clothes when I'm not going to go back out." "No, not at all." Annette lied. "A lot of times I just watch TV at night in my nightgown when it gets late." "Oh, I don't wear this to bed." Sharon mentioned casually as she led Annette to the coach. "I normally sleep in the buff." With that, Annette took a rather large swallow of her nightcap. Alone with their privacy, Sharon asked a dozen questions about Annette and her life. In turn, Annette asked even more about Sharon's. In many ways, she thought she was looking at herself in twenty years time. As the two of them went on, the questions were becoming both much more intimate and detailed. "Have you ever had any fantasies about me?" Sharon asked the younger woman in response to an admission that she'd had more than a few fantasies involving her daughter Karen. "Well, I can't honestly say I've really thought about it before." Annette said. "I guess that before, I always had an image of you that didn't permit picturing you in any other context." "And now? ..." Sharon asked with a curious smile. Annette hesitated a few long moments, thinking real hard about her answer. A lot of her long held perceptions had suddenly turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. She knew that relationships that existed between adults and children changed when those children became adults in their own right-but never would she have imaged this situation. "Mrs. Robinson..." Annette said quietly. "I think you're trying to seduce me." Sharon laughed at hearing that. It was right out of an old movie she had once seen. And like the woman in that movie, she didn't seem upset by the accusation. "... And would that be such a bad thing?" she finally replied after a few moments of silence. Annette hesitated even longer before replying this time. Was this wrong she asked herself. The woman sitting oh so very close to her, producing such a strange reaction in her own body had been like a second mother to her. Then again, a second mother didn't really count. The rules that existed when you were 16 really didn't apply when you where 22. "No, I guess that it wouldn't be." she finally replied, her face lighting up in the broadest of smiles. Sharon reached over and took Annette's drink from her hand and put in down on the coffee table next to her own. Then she leaned over and kissed the younger woman on her lips. It was a kiss unlike the hundreds they'd shared over the years. After a few very long seconds, Sharon broke the kiss and moved her head back a little. She'd been pretty sure of what Annette's reaction would be but there was always the chance she could've been wrong. It was funny in a way, because they were both substitutes in a way for women they could never have. Sharon, in place of her daughter whom Annette had lusted after since her 16th birthday, and Annette, taking the place of her own mother who had fueled Sharon's sapphic dreams twice as long. "That was nice." Annette said. "Yes it was." Sharon agreed. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" In response, Annette leaned forward and initiated her own kiss. This time the kiss was longer and even more pleasant. The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their tongues making the briefest of contacts. Sharon felt the soft touch of the material of her teddy as Annette's hand brushed against her thinly covered breast. Her hand closed on the older woman's large globe, tickling the hard erect nipple as it did. "That feels even nicer." Annette purred between kisses. "It gets better." was the whispered reply. Sharon pulled the edges of Annette's black T-shirt out from her jeans. Then taking an even tighter hold on the material, she pulled it up and over her head. A smile filled the older woman's face as she looked down and saw the small perfectly rounded globes beneath, wrapped in their fine black lace. Easing the smaller girl back on to the soft cushions, Sharon reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her mounds. Moving in a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them, playing with the small nipples with her outstretched thumbs. Pleased with Annette's reaction, Sharon leaned over and kissed each cloth covered nipple. Continuing to play with her left breast, the super ran her tongue across the exposed flesh of the right, leaving a thin trail of wetness. Never missing a stroke, Sharon undid the small clasp that held the fragile bra together, causing the thin strips to fall by the wayside. Her mouth now sought out the rest of her guest's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue now covering the entire surface them with wetness. Annette shivered at the touch of Sharon's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Annette'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 Annette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Sharon, spurring her on. The redhead nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles around the areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it slowly moved down Annette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Finally she reached the thick leather belt and jeans that barred her from her prize. "Let's get this off." Sharon said as she undid the belt. Belt, pants and boots soon covered the carpeted floor, leaving Annette clad only in her black lace panties. They didn't last long as Sharon's fingers griped the elastic of Annette's panties and pulled them down to and off her ankles. Sharon reached down between Annette's legs and traced the outline of her dark mound with her finger. Then it moved to the center and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowly slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Annette's lips as Sharon slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Sharon kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Annette's ecstasy. "Oh yes....Annette said as she reached down and guided Sharon's head. "It feels so good...." The smell of Annette's crotch made Sharon 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 never grow tired of. "Oh God, Sharon," Annette said as her body jumped at the touch. " It feels so wonderful." Encouraged, Sharon moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Annette's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Annette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Annette reached down and held the redhead between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue. Unable to use her hands any longer, Sharon reached behind and grabbed Annette's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against the soft flesh of her buttocks, Sharon pulled Annette's lower body harder against her face. This caused her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her lover. Annette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Sharon could taste the increase in sweet nectar that was now beginning to flow in a steady stream around her tongue. She opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation. The older woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey, so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held Annette tight as she screamed out loud and thrashed about it ecstasy. She hadn't had a sexual release this good since Vanessa had left her. Sharon continued to lick Annette's pussy, stopping only when the smaller girl finally laid still. She lay there between her legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down her thighs. "Now its your turn." Sharon said as she looked up from between Annette's legs. That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She reached out and pulled the flimsy garment off Sharon, exposing her large plentiful mounds. No sooner were they exposed to the open air when her mouth was on them. With a savage hunger, she took Sharon's equally large nipples between her teeth and lips. The thought that these were the same breasts that Karen had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill to her. One which caused her inferno to blaze even hotter. Even as her mouth feasted on Sharon's bountiful charms, Annette slid her hand between Sharon's legs. Sharon wore no panties and her fingers pressed against the bushy mouth. Now it was Sharon's turn to moan as she felt the touch of a new lover's hand. "Oh yes..." Sharon said softly as she leaned back against the couch and enjoyed Annette's dual ministrations. The constant friction of Annette's hand against her clit sent ripples of delight radiating out from Sharon's pussy. Coupled with the delightful mixture of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it was enough to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy. Annette might not have had Sharon's years of experience but she had learned a great deal in a very short time. As the volume of the moans in Annette's ears grew in intensity, so did the frequency of her penetrations. A small series of mini-quakes began to rock the older woman's body. Suddenly, Sharon's body stiffened as the cascading waves of bliss broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse raced and her breaths became shallow. A fine film of sweat covered her body. "Oh God!" she panted as she collapsed exhausted. "I can't believe how long its been since I felt so good." Both woman laughed and held each other close. They shared a kiss they both found intoxicating as they tasted their own juices in each others mouth. They continued to share soft kisses, licking droplets of honeydew from around their lips. "That was really fun." Annette said laughingly. "Care for a little more fun?" Sharon asked, a mischievous expression on her face. "What kind of fun?" Annette asked. "Have you ever played with toys?" Sharon asked. "What kind of toys?" Annette asked, remembering the earlier mention of the Thursday nights at the Scarlett's Rose. "Toy's like this." Sharon explained as she pulled open one of then end tables and pulled out a rather large rubber dildo. "Oh my." Annette gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "I guess not then." Sharon said as she began to put the strap-on back into the draw. "Wait, please." Annette said. "I was just a little surprised, that's all. It's not exactly the kind of thing you expect someone to have in their living room. "Well, normally I'd keep it in the table by my bed." the older woman said. "But I was expecting company tonight and I kind of like doing it out here." "It does have a certain excitement." Annette agreed, remembering that she liked to play around outside of the bedroom as well. "So are you game?" she asked again. Annette thought about it for a few more moments. She'd played with vibrators and dildo's before, but had only been really penetrated by another person during her three attempts at male/female sex. Of those, only the time with Danny had been somewhat enjoyable. "What the hell." Annette said. "Might be fun at that." Sharon wasted no time in adjusting the strap on the strap- on she had shown Annette earlier. Hanging down between her legs, it looked even larger than before. Strapped tight, a small nub at the base of the rubber cock extended into her own pussy, rubbing against her clit. "Now the real fun begins." Sharon smiled. A sudden feeling of apprehension filled Annette at the thought of being penetrating by that monster. It was bigger than any of the few men she had known. She opened her mouth to say something but something held her back. Annette remained mute as Sharon reached out and pulled her up off the couch. "Over the edge!" She ordered in an authoritative tone as she bent Annette over the arm of the couch. >From a small tube in her hand, Sharon smeared a large amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between Annette's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening. "Oooo" moaned Annette as she felt the initial intrusion. Sharon pressed her naked body up against the back of Annette's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now saturated tunnel. "Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Sharon whispered into Annette's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this." she added with a kiss. With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Annette's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her. "Aaaaa!" Annette yelled as she felt herself being penetrated . "Relax." Sharon said as she eased the dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt. Sharon reach around and rubbed her fingers against Annette's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Annette's cunt helped distract her from the pain as Sharon began to thrust deeper within her with an ever increased frequency. Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Sharon could feel the walls of Annette's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more time. "You love this, don't you?" Sharon asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her. "Oh yes," Annette panted as she began to match Sharon's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her. Sharon slid her hands up and down Annette's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used them to pull Annette against her time after time. . Sharon pushed Annette's head and shoulders down across the arm of the couch, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex. Words between them were no longer possible, the best they could manage were animalistic grunts. Yet even those were being constantly interrupted by frantic gasps for breath. Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Sharon grabbed Annette's dark hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Sharon pressed her lips hard against the helpless girl beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss. "Deeper." Annette gasped as Sharon's tongue slid out of her mouth. Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Sharon to get any more inside Annette. At least in the position they were in. "On the floor!" Sharon commanded as she pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!" Not even giving Annette time to comply, the older woman pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs. Annette screamed in ecstasy as Sharon drove the dildo it's full length within her. Sharon's massive mounds pressed hard against Annette's smaller globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched. Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Sharon's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath her, Annette was lost in a similar state. Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Sharon was taken by surprise when Annette reached up with her legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock. "Fuck me!" Annette screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Sharon wondered it she could be heard out on the street. One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them. Annette drove her nails deep into Sharon's back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Sharon continued to plummel the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control. Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled. As has been written many times, all good things must end and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and their sweat drenched bodies began to collapse. Sharon was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on from within Annette. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest. The morning sun filtering in from the windows found the two of them still intertwined. Sharon had awakened first but had been reluctant to wake her guest. Instead she had just laid there and enjoyed the warmth of her body pressed tightly against her own. "Good morning, lover." she said when she noticed Annette's eyes open. She added a kiss on the cheek. "Morning." Annette said as she pulled herself away and climbed to her feet. "Why don't you grab a shower while I make us some breakfast." Sharon suggested as she lifted herself off. "I don't have to be at work until eleven." "Sounds like a great idea." Annette replied as she gathered up her clothes. "You might want to call your roommate and let her know you're all right." Sharon added, sounding once more like the mother she was. "That's okay." Annette said. "She'll just figure I got lucky. And she wouldn't be wrong." she smiled. Even before Annette felt the first splash of hot water against her soft skin, she knew for a certainty that last night's performance was not to be repeated. It hadn't really been planned after all. In fact it had been nothing more than the caprices of fate that it had happened. Still she was glad it had. If nothing else, aside from a night of enjoyment, her look behind the curtain of Sharon's life had given her a great deal to think about. A great deal indeed. Monday morning found Annette sitting at her desk bright and early. She'd quickly gone through any work that had piled up in her absence, there hadn't been that much. Every few minutes she would look down the aisle at an empty desk. It was a quarter after nine before the occupant of that desk finally showed up. "You left a note on my desk that you wanted to see me as soon as I got it." Yvonne said with a look of concern as she walked up to Annette's desk. "Is anything wrong?" "No, not at all." Annette smiled back. "I just wanted to ask you to lunch before you made any other plans." "Sure," the tall woman replied. "One O'clock okay?" "That would be great." Annette said. As Yvonne walked back down the long aisle to her desk, Annette again appreciated the sway of her hips. Thankfully, her friend hadn't noticed that Danny's pictures were no longer on her desk. By this afternoon there would no longer be any need for them. END Best Friends By Ann Douglas Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done, late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather's family left for their respective schools and jobs. Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan's nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends slit. She wasn't sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself. As she looked at Susan, she placed a hand in her own panties and started to massage her little bud. This had always brought her pleasure but this would be the first time she had done it when she wasn't alone. As she circled her clit with her finger, she admired her friend's body. Susan was very cute; short red hair, bright green eyes. Heather wondered if Susan ever played with herself like she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate things, but never that. Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her friend on that special spot. Even though she didn't know how Susan would react, she felt compelled to take the chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it wasn't intentional, Heather allowed her hand to come to rest on the mattress next to Susan's crotch. After it had been there a minute without any adverse consequences, she allowed it to brush against the cotton panties. Little by little she became braver, sure that Susan wouldn't wake up screaming or worse. Susan had lain awake, one eye barely opened, concealed by her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her panties had played with herself. She was relieved to know that she wasn't the only girl that did that, maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that she could've had a better view of what she was doing. When Heather had suddenly stopped masturbating, Susan was afraid that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and Susan had closed her eyes tightly. But when she felt Heather's hand make contact between her legs, she knew that hadn't been the case. A little shiver of excitement trickled through Susan's body as that first touch was felt. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. She wasn't expecting it from another girl, but right now that really didn't matter. She was excited from watching Heather and that overcame any sense of wrong doing. Besides, she could just lie there and pretend to be asleep and see what happened. Heather's touch was very light and casual in the beginning. But as time went on and Susan didn't awaken and protest, her touch got more aggressive and deliberate. She had already caused a wet spot to appear on Susan's panties and now she was so excited that she didn't care if Susan now woke up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted up the waistband of Susan's panties and held them up while she slid the other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand over the soft, tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and found her friends moist hole with one finger. After slightly inserting it, she commenced a circular motion around the girl's clit with her thumb. Susan was sure she couldn't pretend to be asleep much longer. The tingles of electricity that she had felt now turned to bolts of electricity as Heather's finger toyed at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, instinctively, she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion in response to Heather's continuing massage of her clit. Sensing that her pretending to be asleep now served no purpose except to diminish her enjoyment of this new experience, Susan opened her eyes, smiled at Heather and said softly, "Umm...that really fells good." "I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure you would. I don't know why I started doing it, but I just wanted to." Susan responded by pulling her panties off and spreading her legs apart to give Heather more freedom between her legs and a sort of unspoken permission to proceed. Heather buried a finger in Susan's cunt and started pumping in and out. Susan, discarding her charade of being a passive participant, reached inside Heather's pajama bottoms. Heather wasn't wearing panties. She found the moist slit with her finger and commenced giving Heather the same type of pleasure that she'd been receiving. "The only thing that would make this better is if we had a boy here with us," said Susan. "Like really." Heather replied. "Except the boys I know would blab all over school. Or you could wind up like Mary Johnson....pregnant!" "Yeah.....you ever done it with a boy?" Susan asked. "No. Almost did but my mom came home early and messed everything up. have you?: "No, but there are times when I really want to. I just want to know what it feels like....I mean you're making me feel better than anything I've ever done so far." replied Susan. Suddenly Heather stopped. "You wait right here. Don't move," She ordered as she jumped up from the bed, went to the dresser and reached way behind a drawer. carrying something white and folded into the bathroom, she told Susan she'd be right back. Five minutes seemed like an eternity for Susan until the bathroom door opened and Susan received the second biggest surprise of the morning. Heather had slicked back her already short brown hair, parted it on the side and had it combed in a boy's style. She was wearing a t shirt and a pair of boy's jockey shorts. Her big brown eyes gave here the look of a young boy that could've been her twin. Sensing the question on her friend's face, Heather explained. "These used to be my brothers. I rescued them before Mom threw them out. Sometimes I sleep in them, it turns me on." "Wow!" Susan exclaimed as she looked at her friend in amazement. If she hadn't known better, s he would swear she was looking at a young boy in his underwear. She felt her cunt really start to itch as she admired her friend's ingenuity. "And that's not all." Heather said as she pulled her jockey shorts down in the front and revealed about five inches of a double-headed dildo protruding from her cunt lips, the other half buried deeply in her hole. "I never thought I'd get to use both sides of this at once, but if you're as hot as I am, we both need to do it now!" As she walked over to the bed, holding the thing to keep it from shooting out between her legs, Susan reached out to touch it and examine the device. It was made of a soft, and slightly rigid vinyl. The head was just like the drawings she had seen in her sex-ed book, and she could imagine that it was probably pretty close to the real thing in size and shape. "Where did you ever get that?" Susan asked. "That you'll never believe?" Heather said. "Do you remember when my Aunt Amanda passed away last summer and I had to go clean out her apartment. Well, I found this in her stuff, buried in the back of her closest." A mental image of Heather's Aunt passed though Susan's mind. Amanda had been 52 with the body of a much younger woman. To Susan's surprise, the image she formed was naked with the dildo hanging as it now hung from Heather. "I guess if we can't have a boy, this is the next best thing." Heather said, bringing Susan's attention fully back to her. Susan was a little apprehensive about allowing the thing up her cunt. She had put things up there before, but she had always been in control. But her fear subsided as her friend reassured her, "It's okay. You'll feel great when its inside you." With that, Heather removed the dildo from inside her and turned it around, placing the head that had been in her cunt, now slippery wet, over the opening to her friend's hole. the lubricant on the head of the plastic dick caused it to pop in with a minimum of resistance. Susan lay on her back with her legs spread obscenely, her knees resting against the bidding little mounds on her chest as Heather worked the cock in and out of her to get he adjusted to it. When she felt that it was properly in and not going to be painful for Susan, she positioned herself between Susan's spread legs. Once again she pulled down the front of the jockey shorts she was wearing and expertly inserted the other half of the dildo in her own cunt. Slightly she pumped her hips, allowing the dick to sink first into her hole and then Susan's. Susan was still spread with her hands behind her knees, holding herself open, afraid to resist in the least. Soon both girls were pumping their hips in opposite rhythm until the cock was completely swallowed between their two cunts. Their pussies were rubbing together as Heather humped Susan, continuing the role of the boy. Susan, now engulfed in lustful abandon, wrapped her legs tightly around Heather, digging her heels into her friends pumping ass. "Fuck me!" Susan cried to her "boy/girl" lover, "Bury that cock of yours in me all the way!" As Heather pumped and her cunt tightened, Susan moaned. Heather pushed the slippery dildo all the way into Susan's cunt. As Susan pumped back, Heather would feel the thing thrust against the back of her own hole. the girls had the dick so deeply buried into them that their clits were rubbing together and it didn't take long until both girls shuddered into ecstasy, juices flowing from their cunts and down the crack of Susan's ass. The girls collapsed in exhaustion, the slippery toy now glistening as it lay cast aside on the bed. they kissed each other passionately, feeling the kind of devotion that only one young girl could feel for another, having traded their youthful innocence for passion. END Beverly And Deanna A Star Trek Love Story ".......and Ensign Murphy continues to show improvement following reconstruction of both his right tibia and fibula.........Crusher, Chief Medical Officer...U.S.S. Enterprise." Beverly Crusher eased back into the soft padded chair behind her desk as the computer shut off her medi- recorder. Medical science may have advanced to the semblance of magic in the last few hundred years, but that arch enemy of all physicians - paperwork still remained- even if it now resided on a computer disk. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, only to be interrupted by the beep of her office's door chime. "Enter," She said, rubbing her sore eyes. "I thought I'd fine you here, your nose buried in the medical reports." Said the dark haired woman who entered the room. "I thought you promised me that you'd slow down a little and take some time off." Beverly smiled as she focused on the sight of ship's counselor, Deanna Troi. "I'm glad to se you Deanna, "Beverly said, "It gives me an excuse to take a break." "You need more than a break," Deanna said as she walked across the room and sat down across from Crusher's desk. "I've already spoken to the Captain and as of now, you're on 48 hours of R & R." "Deanna, really....." Beverly interrupted. "I've way too much work to catch up on here." "No arguments, "Troi countered, "As of now Dr. Selar is taking your place as acting CMO, and you are on leave." "Seems like I don't really have a say in the matter," Beverly smiled. Deep inside she knew she could really use the rest. "I guess you already have my little vacation already planned out for me." "As a matter of fact I do," The Betazoid said. "You're going to love the spot I've got picked out. Beautiful blue sky, soft green grass, magnificent waterfalls." "Not another holodeck adventure?" the Doctor said, remembering similar vacations in the past. "No, not this time," Deanna replied. "If we used the holodeck you'd cut it short and be running back here at the first medical emergency." "Then where......?" "Trust me, you're going to love it." Troi said with a wide smile. "Now get packed and meet me in the shuttle bay in an hour." "Meet you?" "Didn't I tell you, I'm going with you." Deanna said, her smile growing wider. An hour and fifteen minutes later, Deanna and Beverly were sailing through the void in the shuttle, Christopher Pike. Beverly had replaced her normal blue medical smock with a short sleeve white blouse and green skirt. A pair of white shorts and light blue top had replaced Troi's jumpsuit. "You still haven't told me where we are going?" Beverly said. "Gamma Hydra IV," Deanna said as she worked the shuttle controls. "It's a small M class world about four light hours away, so sit back and enjoy the ride." For the first time she leaving the Enterprise, Beverly sat back and felt some of the weight lift from her. It'd been such a busy month, she was glad to be taking a break. She was also glad she had a friend in Deanna who recognized the strain on her and forced her to take a rest. The four hours passed quickly and soon the blue-white image of Gamma Hydra IV filled the viewport. With a practiced hand, the two women put the shuttle down on at the location, Deanna had marked on the astrogator. Fresh air filled the cabin as the back door of the ship dropped and Deanna turned in her seat and with a flourish of her hand, indicated for the Doctor to precede her. Beverly was taken aback by the natural beauty of the planet as she stepped out of the shuttle. Deanna's description couldn't compare with the majesty before her. She stood there speechless as Deanna followed her out onto the glass. "Welcome to Beverly's World" Troi said as she stretched out her arms. "Beverly's World, huh." the Doctor said in amusement. "Well at least for the next forty hours or so." Deanna replied. "Total population - 2." "Well since that eliminates the possibility of a dozen strong young men to unload the shuttle," Beverly said laughingly, "I guess we'd better get to it." It took less than an hour to set up camp. Deanna had chosen their landing site perfectly. A thousand yards away stood a crystal clear lake, fed by one of the most magnificent waterfalls Beverly had ever seen. Putting the camp by the water's edge, Deanna quickly suggested they take a swim before dinner. "It'll just take me a minute to get my suit, Beverly said as she reached for one of her bags." "Don't bother," Deanna said as she pulled her top over her head, exposing a large pair of firm breasts. "We're the only ones here after all." Beverly hesitated for a moment. Nudity was second nature for the Betazoid, many of her cultures official functions such as weddings and funerals were performed in the nude. As a Doctor, Beverly didn't give nudity a second thought in a medical situation, but old habits made her hesitate outside of that. Realizing she was being silly, Beverly followed Troi's example and quickly rid herself of clothes. Looking at her body she knew she didn't have anything to be self-conscious about. True she didn't have Deanna's spectacular figure, but for a woman her age she had no complaints. Trying her red hair into a ponytail, she joined the Counselor in the cool water. The water felt good on her bare skin and soon she wondered why she had even thought about it. Deanna splashed and tossed water at her like a little girl and Beverly quickly found herself returning the same. Deanna moved up to Beverly and wrapped her arms around her and gave her a big hug. "I missed you so much the year you spent at Starfleet Medical, I'm so glad you came back." Beverly returned the embrace, thinking that she had missed the dark haired woman as well. Dripping wet, they exited the lake and dried them self. As Troi made no effort to reach for her clothes, Beverly left hers where she had dropped them, no longer feeling self- conscious. "I've got a surprise for you," Deanna said as she reached into a refrigerated case and produced a chilled bottle. "Altarian Apple Wine." "Where in the galaxy did you get a bottle of that?" Beverly exclaimed. "I haven't had that since I was in medical school." "Well there are some advantages to being a Daughter of the Fifth House, someday Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rix and Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed." Deanna replied as she produced two pure crystal wine glasses. "So in other words you asked your mother and she got it for you." "True," Deanna said laughingly. "but if that bothers you I can always drink it by myself." "No, I don't care if you got it from a fat Ferengi, I'll just keep it in mind the next time I want to scream in frustration at Lwaxana." "She does have that effect on people, doesn't she." said Deanna as she poured the two glasses and handed Beverly one. "Mmmmm," Beverly murmured as she tasted it. "Its been so long I'd forgotten how delicious it tastes. You can't replaced wine like this with snythehol." A second later Beverly remembered the strength of the wine as she felt her body suddenly fill with a warm flush. Altarian apple wine was also used as an aphrodisiac, one that Beverly had found herself highly susceptible to that last time she had it. "It does have a kick to it," Deanna said as she sipped hers. "I'd forgotten how much." Beverly answered as she took another drink. After all she was on leave and supposed to enjoy herself. Deanna picked up the bottle and sat down next to Beverly, refilling the contents of her glass. Beverly could feel the heat of the Counselor's body and didn't need to be a doctor to know it had grown as hot as hers. "The breeze feels wonderful," Beverly remarked as she tossed her long red hair. "So far from the pressures of sickbay." Deanna just smiled. "It's been so hard since Wesley left for Starfleet Academy," Beverly continued, "It seems like I never have time for anything but work. At least when he was onboard I always set aside time to be with him." "Still you must be very proud of him." Deanna said, sipping at her wine. "Yes I am, but it was still very hard to say good-bye to him that day, even with everyone else there, Data, Will, Geordie, Jean- Luc........" Beverly paused for a second, remembering something. "But you weren't there, strange that I didn't remember that before. You'd have thought I would recall something like that." "Well you were pretty preoccupied that morning..." "Wesley never mentioned it either, now I know that he definitely would notice." Beverly said, recalling her son's sometimes lustful looks at the counselor. "Well.......Wesley and I said our good-byes the night before...." Troi said softly. "The night before......You mean you and Wesley....." "It was sort of a good-bye gift. It didn't start out that way, but when he tried, it seemed so important to him. I hope you're not upset." Beverly paused for a moment, taking another drink of the wine. "No, its O.K., he's a big boy." "It's a relief to hear you say that, I wouldn't want anything to come between us." Both women were silent for a few seconds until Beverly asked..... "Was he any good?" Troi nearly dropped her glass in surprise. "I can't believe I asked that...." Beverly said blushing. "Do you really want me to answer?" "I don't know if its a Mother's curiosity or the wine, but yes." "Well.... he was about as good as you would expect of a boy that age....but he was very eager to learn. In fact I can guarantee that some girls at Starfleet Academy are going to be the grateful recipients of what he so eagerly learned." Beverly felt another warm flush cross her body. The wine, both hers and Troi's nudity, the discussion of her son's sexuality, their isolation on this distant world, all were having an effect on her. She found herself entertaining thoughts that she once would've found shocking. "I've always envied you Deanna," Beverly said as she put down the now empty glass. "The way you can be so free and open. How you could just follow your feelings." "You could be the same way, Beverly." All you have to do is act on those feelings." "I could never do that, I'd be too worried about what all those people around me would think." "Well I don't see anyone around here now.....do you?" Troi asked as she placed her glass down next to Beverly's. "After all, this is Beverly's World, where her every wish can come true." Beverly Crusher, Chief Medical Officer of the Federation Starship Enterprise thought about it for a few minutes. Then she took all the elements of her life, wrapped them into a little package, and tossed them aside. The red haired woman then leaned forward and kissed Deanna. The Betazoid quickly responded to the kiss, gently at first, gently brushing her cheek, then her lips, then harder as her tongue sought out Beverly's. Fire raced through her body as she felt Beverly's tongue caress her own, then she backed off, nibbled on her lips, then drove her tongue even deeper into her new lover's open mouth. For long minutes the two exchanged tongues, striving to drive them deeper with each new kiss, tasting the sweetness of each other. Deanna then broke away and began to trail kisses down Beverly's neck, up behind her ears, then down to her shoulders. Beverly arched her head back to give Deanna greater access, closing her eyes and savoring the touch of the younger woman's tongue. While she continued to lick the Doctor's shoulder, Deanna reached down and cupped Beverly's smaller breasts, squeezing them softly. Then she moved her hands to again caress Beverly's face, kissing her again and again. "I love you Beverly...." Deanna said as she kissed her once again. "I've loved you for the longest time." "I think I've always loved you too, Deanna," Beverly replied. "I think I was always just too scared to do anything about it." Deanna eased the older woman down onto the grass. Her mouth now sought out the Doctor's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness. Beverly shivered at the touch of Deanna's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Beverly'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 Beverly, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans that brought great joy to Deanna. Deanna reached down between Beverly's legs and traced the outline of her red haired mound with her finger. Then it moved to the center of the mound and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Beverly's lips as Troi slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Deanna licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Beverly's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and lower she kissed her way until she reached the edge of Beverly's wetness. The Counselor then kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Beverly's ecstasy. "Oh yes....Beverly said as she reached down and guided Troi's head. "It feels so good...." The smell of Beverly's crotch made Deanna lightheaded, she'd waited so long 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 no other woman had ever known. "Oh God, Deanna," Beverly said as her body jumped at the touch. "I never knew it could feel so wonderful." Encouraged, Deanna moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Beverly's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Beverly wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Beverly reached down and held the Counselor's head between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue. Unable to use her hands any longer, Deanna reached behind and grabbed Beverly's ass cheeks. Never missing a beat, she slid a cum lubricated finger into her anus. Beverly let out a loud moan as she felt it penetrate, no one had ever tried than with her before. Then Deanna withdrew the finger and reinserted it, finger fucking her ass. Beverly began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Deanna could taste the increase in girlcum and opened her mouth while at the same time she drove it deeper. The Betaziod was soon rewarded with a gusher of girlcum, so much that her face was soon covered with it. She held Beverly tight as the Doctor screamed out loud and trashed about it ecstasy. It had been a long time since she'd had sexual release other than masturbation. Deanna continued to lick Beverly's pussy and finger fuck her ass, stopping only when her lover finally lay 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." Beverly said in a breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated." "I'm glad," Deanna said as she brought herself up to a sitting position. "I've wanted to do that for so very long." Beverly reached out and pulled Deanna close to her. She kissed her, tasting her own cum in Deanna's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking droplets of sweet girljuice from her face. "I want you Deanna," She whispered as she sucked at the Counselor's earlobe. "I want to taste you and make you feel as wonderful as you've made me feel." "I love you, Beverly," Troi whispered back, "My body is yours, take it as my gift to you." Beverly drew her close and wrapped her arms around her. Troi cuddled up against Beverly's breasts and closed her eyes in contentment. For now they both wanted just to hold each other.....tomorrow would be soon enough to start again. The soft glow of warm sunlight woke Deanna as she stretched naked on the gentle grass. Her sleep had been filled with dreams of Beverly. A smile filled her face as she thought of their lovemaking last night. Realizing that her new found love was no where to be seen, she reached out empathically-quickly finding Beverly in the shuttle. The fire of Beverly's love was like a candle in the darkness. "Beverly...." She called out as she rose to her feet. "Be out in a minute..." Came the reply. "There's breakfast already made." Deanna sat at the small table Beverly had set up and tasted the small fruit treats. As she put the first sliced piece in her mouth she was shocked and pleased to find it had a most original and particular taste. They tasted of Beverly - the same taste she had so enjoyed last night. Popping another morsel into her mouth, she didn't notice Beverly come up from behind her. The Doctor reached up from behind and cupped the Counselor's large breasts, then began kissing the back of her neck. "Good Morning, Deanna...." Beverly purred as she tweaked the Betazoid's large nipples. "I hope you like the breakfast." "Interesting recipe, I'm not even going to ask how you managed to make these." In response, Beverly reached out and pulled Deanna's face to hers. She kissed her, again tasting herself on Deanna's tongue. A second kiss followed, then a third. In her hands she could feel Deanna's nipples hardening. "Why don't we skip breakfast and go right to desert?" Deanna said between kisses. "I was hoping you'd say that." Beverly grinned. Lifting Deanna out of the chair, Beverly bent down and kissed each of the breasts. Since becoming a doctor, Beverly had seen literally thousands of naked women, but she had never see a pair of breasts as perfectly sculptured as these. They cried out to be touched...to be caressed....to be sucked. Dropping to her knees, she closed her mouth on the right nipple and took it into her mouth. She caught it between her teeth and bit down, just enough to send a small jolt of pleasure through Deanna. The she opened her mouth and released it. The she stuck out her tongue and gently licked it to full hardness. Then she turned her attention to the left breast that she had been massaging with her hand. "You tongue is electric..." Deanna signed as she leaned back and supported herself against the chair. Once the other nipple was just as hard, Beverly moved back and forth from breast to breast, sucking with abandon. Deanna ran her hands through Beverly's red hair and pulled her mouth against each breast, encouraging the older woman to take more of it into her mouth. Beverly needed no encouragement as she mouthed Deanna's tits, covering each with hot saliva. She alternated between licks and bites, causing small, sudden jolts of both pain and pleasure. Reaching down between Deanna's legs, Beverly rubbed two fingers against the dark haired mound. Finding it already wet, she slipped first one, then a second finger inside, all the while never diverting her attention from that magnificent bosom. Soon both fingers were buried up beyond her knuckles and covered with lubricating girljuice. In addition to quickening the pace, Beverly slipped in a third finger. Deanna moaned in delight as she abandoned control of her body. Whatever Beverly wanted...she would do. After a few more minutes, Beverly withdrew the three fingers and began massaging her clit with her thumb as she slid first one, then two, and finally all three cum soaked fingers into her asshole. Deanna jumped with the sudden new intrusion. Betazoids were far more sensitive in that area than humans, so the gesture was far more erotic. Beverly planned to use every bit of her knowledge of Betazoid physiology to bring Deanna pleasure. Beverly's mouth soon replaced her thumb on the Counselor's clit, taking it into her mouth and sucking it as hard as she could. Deanna bucked back and forth with the motion of Beverly's mouth and fingers. She could feel the eruption building within her. Beverly licked the drops of precum off Deanna's cunt, she had never tasted anything so sweet. Her tongue drove deep inside, scooping up the ambrosia and withdrawing it into her mouth. She could feel the energy building inside Deanna's body, but she didn't want her to cum too soon. Not until she gave her surprise. Beverly then began to alternate her tongue between Deanna's pussy and her asshole, driving her to a more maddening frenzy, yet at the same time slowing down her orgasmic buildup. Another advantage Beverly had as the Ship's Chief Medical Officer was that where Deanna may have been Counselor for the rest of the crew, the Doctor had been the Councilor's Councilor. As such she knew all the right buttons to push. She knew that what Deanna secretly craved in a lover was someone she could surrender herself to. Someone who would possess her body and soul. "Oh God....Beverly.....I'm going to cum....." Deanna gasped between breaths. "Not yet," the Doctor shot back loudly. "Please.....I need to cum..." "I said no!" Beverly said in a loud authoritative voice. Surprising the Counselor meekly assented, confirming the Doctor's diagnosis. Sure of her next move, Beverly slowly rose and licked her way up to Deanna's mouth. Now her kisses were harder, her bites drawing a more than a touch of pain. Deep inside, Deanna shuddered even more as she surrendered her self totally. "I have a gift for you." Beverly said as she took a step back and lifted a blue carry bag she had brought from out of the shuttle. "A little something I made in the replicator this morning." Deanna's eyes opened wide as Beverly reached into the bad and withdrew her "gift." In her hand she held a large nine inch strap on dildo, complete with balls and realistic veins. "It's too big..." Deanna exclaimed. "No its not," Beverly said as she slipped it on and adjusted the straps. "You forget I've examined Will Riker many times....I know what you're capable of taking!" With that she took hold of Deanna and spread her over the table. Moving behind her, she spread her legs and positioned the hard rubber cock at the entrance of her dripping cunt. Deanna gasped as it filled her, inch by inch. After in was half way in, Beverly withdrew it slightly, then with a firm grip on Deanna's asscheeks, thrust forward and filled her with her "cock." "God!" Deanna screamed. "Oh God,...Yes...Yes...Fuck me......Fuck my pussy!" Fast as she could, Beverly fucked her friend as she screamed again and again for her to do to harder. Gone was the cool, in control Counselor. All that remained was a sex hungry slut who wanted nothing more than to be fucked without mercy. With every stroke, Beverly drove deeper, as Deanna reached down and massaged her pussy. She was now beyond words, nothing existed except her hot cunt and the girlcock driving deeper and deeper inside it. Sweat covered both their naked bodies as Beverly put every ounce of energy into giving Deanna the greatest orgasm of her life. Each thrust sent Deanna further into ecstasy, her vision blurred as an engulfing wave ripped through her beautiful body. She shook and trembled, unable to breathe. A second, then a third wave radiated from the center of her womanhood, the least of which was greater than she had felt from Riker or any man. The fourth wave was too much for her and consciousness slipped from her as she collapsed onto the table. Beverly quickly withdrew from her and checked her vital signs. A warm smile covered the Doctor's face as she found a good steady heartbeat. For a second she feared she might 've gone too far. Reaching down she lifted her friend and eased her onto the soft grass. "Bev.......Beverly...." Deanna whispered as she opened her eyes. "I can't believe.... how....powerful...that was." "Shhhh, my little love," Beverly said as she stroked her dark hair. "Take a little while and rest" "But there's so much I want to tell you..." Deanna said in feeble protest. "Plenty of time for that later....." "But....." "Rest I said......" Beverly repeated as she caressed her lover's cheek......"Doctor's orders." she added with a mischievous grin. END Beverly's Holodeck Fantasy A Star Trek Adventure By Ann Douglas "........All's quiet tonight, Doctor Crusher." said the voice of Lieutenant O'Rourke. "In fact I can't remember the last time I went through a whole shift without someone reporting to sickbay for something or other." "It must be your Irish luck, Morgan." Beverly answered the disembodied voice coming from her com-badge. "But if anything changes, don't hesitate to call." "Don't worry Doctor," Morgan replied. "There's little short of a major disaster that we can't handle by ourselves. You've got us too well trained. Enjoy your night off. " "OK, Crusher out." She responded as she tapped her com- badge to end the transmission. "Damn," She said to her self as she leaned back into the chair and closed her eyes. "The crew would have to pick this night to be extraordinary healthy." Sleep was out of the question, just as it had been for the last two nights. Work was her only chance to escape the dreams. She almost wished for the proverbial "disaster" that would give her something to do. As it had for the last few nights, her mind turned to the holodeck programming packet locked in her desk. It would be so easy to remove it and transfer it to the main holodeck. In the six months since she had created the packet, she had even tried it. If it had been such a mistake, then why had she even created it. Why didn't she simply just erase it? "I wish Deanna were here." She said to herself. "I could use someone to talk to. She would pick now to attend that conference on Rigel." Who else could she talk to? Jean-Luc.....no absolutely not. There was no one else she was really close enough to talk to - at least not about this. Unlocking her desk, she withdrew the computer programming module and held it in her hand. Even if someone else were to find it, it would take the voice authorization of the CMO to access the program. Maybe she should run the program, after all, wasn't that what the holodeck was for. Living out one's fantasies. "Computer," She said, again tapping her com-badge. "Location of Cadet Wesley Crusher?" "Cadet Crusher is in main engineering..." said the artificial female voice. "Good, he'll be down there for hours." Beverly said to herself as she ran her fingers across the module. "Maybe it time I used this." It had been the return of her son, Welsey, on leave from Starfleet Academy, that had triggered the return of the dreams. She had created the holodeck fantasy soon after he had left for Earth. Lacking the nerve to actually use it, she had simply locked it away. Wesley had changed a great deal in a short span of time. Her forbidden longings for her son returned with a vengeance soon after he beamed aboard. Now at 17, Wesley was almost the image of her husband, Jack - dead all these many years. >From her medical training, Beverly knew other women had these fantasies. In fact she knew of a few cultures where having a son for a lover was not out of the norm. A son would take his father's place in every way, including in his mother's bed. Determined, Beverly placed the module in the open slot on her console and activated the computer. "Computer," She said, "Transfer holodeck program Crusher Alpha One to Holodeck Four, accessible only by voice authorization of the Chief Medical Officer - code Alpha Five Two Five." "Completed....." replied the voice of the computer. A wide smile crossed Beverly's face as she rose from her desk and headed for the door. Now that she had made the decision, she couldn't wait to live out her fantasy. Exiting the turbolift on deck five, Beverly briskly walked down the corridor, acknowledging the hello of a few crewmen with a polite nod. She didn't want to stop and get involved in a conversation now. In no time she stood at the doors of Holodeck Four. She took a deep breath, then activated the Holodeck's imaging system. "Computer, run program Beverly Alpha One." She said. "Lock out all external monitoring and access.....Authorization Crusher Nine Nine Four." "Program engaged, all external monitoring and access locked out." Replied the Computer. "You may enter when ready." Straightening her shoulders, Beverly stepped between the sliding door.......and into her own sickbay. It always amazed her, the detail the computer put into the holodeck images. If she didn't know better, she would swear she was actually in sickbay. Her program provided the location and participants in her fantasy, but unlike a scripted play, the computer controlled the sequence of events. It was more fun that way, more real. The idea of not knowing what would come next made it all the more exciting. >From behind her, Beverly heard the sickbay door open and felt a new presence in the room. Turning she faced the holodeck created image of her son. "Wes, you're back early?" She said, remembering the background information she had programmed into the module. "What happened to your date with Ensign Carson?" "I canceled it." Wes replied as he walked across the room. "I thought it would e more fun to spend the evening with you." "Then I'd better get you onto one of the diagnostic tables," Beverly answered as she motioned to the bed next to her. "You must have a fever if you'd pass up a date with a pretty ensign in favor of spending a night with your old Mom.." "You're fall from old, Mom." Wesley laughed as he moved over and lifted himself atop the bed beside Beverly. "In fact I know a lot of women who wished they looked as good as you." Beverly laughed, starting to loose herself in the fantasy. "I though Deanna Troi was your idea, Wes." I know you've spent enough time dreaming about her." "Deanna's fine, Mom, but she can't compare with you." "You can't tell me that if you had the chance, you'd pick me over Deanna?" Beverly asked , feeling a warm tingle throughout her body as she felt Wesley's eyes covering her body. "I can do more than tell you...." Wesley said as he leaned forward and kissed Beverly. She was taken aback for a moment as she felt his lips press against her. Her dreams now had the reality of the holodeck - a reality that was all too solid. "Wes....." She exclaimed, a hesitation in her voice." "I'm your Mother." "You're also a woman...." Wesley replied as he dropped off the edge of the bed and stroked her arms. "Can you tell me you don't want it as much as I do?" "........No.......I can't....." Beverly admitted, giving in totally to the fantasy. With that, Wesley kissed her again, this time harder. She felt his tongue against her lips and opened to admit it. Strong young hands cupped her breasts, rubbing the now erect nipples through the blue material. Beverly could feel his warm breath on her neck as he kissed his way down to it. Then he reached behind her and undid the seam the held her uniform together. As Wesley gripped a handful of material in each hand, he suddenly ripped it forward, tearing apart the top of Beverly's uniform. Suddenly released from the confines of the jumpsuit, her breasts popped free. Wes smiled in appreciation at his Mother's breasts, for a woman her age they were still in fine form. Chalk up another one for Starfleet physical training. The young Cadet quickly moved his mouth to the closest breast, kissing the nipple. His hand closed around it and helped guide it into his mouth. Beverly sighed as she felt Wesley's mouth closed around her aureole and his teeth gently teased her nipple. She could feel the strength in his arms and wanted to surrender to him totally. Still playing with the first breast, Wesley moved his mouth to the second, repeating his attentions to it's twin. He alternated between little kisses and bites, just enough pain and pleasure to send electric surges through Beverly's body. As her son suckled at her breasts, Beverly reached down and paced her hand on the hard mound between his legs. Even covered by the uniform material she could feel the outline of his hardness. She hadn't seen her son naked since he was a boy, having always let one of the other doctors give him his physical. But from the length of the outline she traced with her fingers, there was one more thing he had inherited from his father. Smiling as his Mother cupped his balls, Wesley stepped back and began to strip, giving the Doctor time to rid herself of the rest of her uniform. She left only the thin blue panties, wanting to give Wes the pleasure of taking them off. Wesley on the other hand wasted no time in ridding himself of all his clothing. Standing naked before her, he gently stroked his hard seven inches as it pointed to the ceiling. Beverly was pleased that her initial assessment had been correct. In a moment, Beverly was on her knees and quickly took Wesley into her mouth. As she felt his hardness slide along her tongue, she savored the maleness which assaulted her nostrils. With quick motions, she covered her son's cock with a slippery coating of saliva, licking the sides as she ran her tongue up and down its length. After a few minutes she was rewarded with a drop of precious precum which appeared on the tip. Reaching out with the edge of her tongue, she slowly licked it clean. Still stroking his erect member with her fingers, she turned her tongue to his balls. As with the rest of his body, they were almost hairless. Taking each globe in her mouth in turn, she sucked them as if they were candy. Then the Doctor continued between his legs and moved her head up between the cheeks of his ass. Spreading the fleshy mounds with her hands, she reached inward with her tongue and caressed his anal entry. She felt him jump with excitement as she penetrated him with her tongue. One hand reached back in front as she continued to stroke his cock. Timing both her tongue's thrusts with the motions of her hand, she sent a double spark across the boys body. Moving her free hand down to between her own legs, Beverly found herself incredibly wet. With no effort she slid two fingers within herself and proceeded to masturbate. Even so she never skipped a beat as she continued to play with both his cock and ass. Wesley then reached down and picked Beverly up off the floor, placing her on top of the examination table. Spreading her legs, he quickly replaced her fingers with his tongue. A small layer of girlcum already coated the red haired mound and Wes quickly licked it clean. Beverly fingered her clit as Wes continued to lick away at the center of her sexuality, replacing the girljuice he had licked away with a fresh coat. Beverly was lost in ecstacy as she watched her son, or at least a computer created double go down on her. Never in all those forbidden dreams had she ever imagined it would feel this good. "Oh God, Wesley!" She cried out as his tongue found a particularly sensitive spot. "Lick it.....Lick your Mother's pussy!" Ten minutes passed as he did just that. Wave upon wave of girlcum erupted from Beverly, covering Wesley's face. Each new surge only drove him harder, determined to induce another eruption. "I can't wait any more...." Beverly yelled as she held his head tight between her legs. "I need you inside me.......Now!" With that, Wesley stood up and flipped Beverly onto her stomach across the diagnostic bed. Spreading her legs as wide as he could, his guided his rock hard cock to the tunnel entrance he had emerged from seventeen years before. In one quick motion he slid it inside, until his balls slapped against Beverly's ass. Heavily lubricated by the earlier streams of girljuice, Beverly's tunnel offered no resistance as he withdrew and then returned with twice the force. Wes took a firm grip on Beverly's pelvis and repeated his withdrawal/reentry again and again. Each time his thrust carried a little more strength, each time it send another flush of heat throughout his Mother's body. As Beverly braced herself against the bed, Wes reached around and played with Beverly's clit, now that she was no longer able to do so. Beverly wished she had instructed the computer to give Wesley an inexhaustible stamina, so that the pounding could go on for hours. But since she hadn't, she knew her neo-son had to be near climax. She felt his body start to stiffen and she quickly pulled her self from him and spun around. Before the first spurts of boy cum could shoot forward, she was again on her knees and licking the head of his cock. As what seemed like pints of white boyjuice erupted from Wesley, Beverly caught it all with her face and hungry tongue. Finally the torrid abated and only a drop remained at the tip of his cock. Reaching out with her tongue, Beverly licked that away also. Sitting naked on the floor, her face still covered with cum, Beverly was greatly satisfied. It had only been a computer simulation, but it was as close to the real thing as she would ever have the courage to try. She gazed up at the now motionless nude Wesley. If she ever wanted to use this program again, and she was sure she would. She was going to have to see about giving the Wesley hologram more personality. But for now, a hot shower seemed to be the first priority. "Computer......end program." She called out as she stood and wiped her face with the remnants of her uniform. Her fantasy sickbay faded to the nothingness it had emerged from, to be replaced by the familiar yellow and black grid pattern. It was a few seconds before Beverly realized she wasn't alone. The Wesley hologram was still there. "Wesley?" She asked in a quiet confused voice. "Er......Hi Mom." replied the naked cadet. "Oh God, Wesley....." Beverly gasped as she realized that it had been Wesley all along. "How could you.....how did you....?" "It wasn't too hard," He began. "Back when Captain Picard had Geordie put those safety locks on the holosystem so that only a senior officer could authorize the use of a crewman's image, I helped Geordie with the project. I put a sub-routine into the system that would notify me if anyone tried to use my image. I never imagined it would be you or for this." "But all the security locks, my personal code. How did you get past them?" "Crusher Delta One Five......remember. The emergency override code you gave me in case of disaster. You never changed it after I left for the Academy." "But why?" She finally asked. "Why did you do it?" Wesley smiled and reached out and took his Mother's hand. "Because you're not the only Crusher with this fantasy." He said softly. "Because I wanted you as much as you wanted me." "Oh Wes...." She said as she embraced him. "I love you so." "If you want, I'll punch up that program before I go back to the Academy." He said as he returned the embrace. "It needs a lot of work." Beverly didn't answer, she just held his naked body tightly against her own. "But first, how bout we head back to our quarters and do a little more research, just so I know exactly what to add onto the program." Beverly looked up at him and smiled. Then she pulled him close and kissed him. "Well, when could I ever stand in the way of your research?" She asked, a gleam in her eye. END Cheating Heart by Ann D. "Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics class?" asked a soft musical voice from behind Karen. "That it is," Karen said as she started to turn around. "In fact, I'm your instructor, Karen......" The dark haired woman stopped in mid-sentence as she turned and looked into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen. They belonged to an oriental girl about 22, a few inches shorter than Karen's 5"7". Try as she could, Karen couldn't bring to mind a word to describe her features. Beautiful was not right, and cute not enough. Classic was the best Karen could do, and even that didn't seem really right. "Excuse me," Karen said, realizing she was staring. "My name is Karen O'Brien, and like I started to say before I forgot how to speak was that I'm the instructor for the course." "Keiko Yamaguchi," She smiled. "And I guess you're the person that I want to see. Is it OK to join in just for tonight's class. I'm only in town for a few days so I really don't want to have to join some kind of membership." "Well, the people who run this YWCA usually from on that kind of thing, they're really big on collecting dues and such." Karen answered, finding herself getting lost in those emerald pools. "But I guess I can sneak you in, just don't mention it to anyone else OK?" "Thanks, I appreciate it." The Japanese woman said and headed for the locker room. As she walked away, Karen found herself staring at her swaying ass. I'm getting as bad as those jocks in the gym, she thought to herself. Still, it was a really nice ass. Halfway through the class, Karen was having a hard time keeping her mind on the exercise routines. She kept stealing glances at Keiko in the far end of the third row. This is silly, she told herself, I'm acting like a swooning teenage. Not only am I sixteen years older than her, but I've been in a relationship with Amanda for almost five years now. She's probably not even into girls anyway. After repeating all the arguments to herself, Karen still found Ms. Yamaguchi the center of her attention. True the age difference might be a dozen years, nearly double that which separated her and Amanda. Also true that she'd always been attracted to older women. Yet times and tastes change, and after all, Amanda had been gone for the last four months. It would still be another three weeks before she returned from the oceanic research cruise the College had sent her on. Then again, as in the past, this was after all just a harmless little fantasy. Something to help keep her warm when she crawled into her empty bed later that night. Finally the class was over and the large group of women headed for the showers. Karen stood behind and picked up a few loose items. She was wiping the sweat from her face when she realized she wasn't alone. Turning, she was again face to face with Keiko Yamaguchi. "I just wanted to thank you again for letting me into the class," She said, her voice like a musical instrument. "You're really very good at this, if I was going to be around longer I'd definitely sign up for the course." "Thanks for the compliment," Karen smiled, trying very hard not to be aware of Keiko's sweat covered breasts a few feet in front of her. While not very large, they were in perfect proportion to her size. "I really only do this part time. During the daytime hours I'm usually a research assistant over at WRDJ, Channel 3. This just gives me a chance to keep in shape and make a little extra doing it." "That's funny....." Keiko laughed. "I'm with Channel 8 out in Los Angeles, I was out here doing a feature piece on the trade conference and decided to stay the weekend. I've never been to New York before." "You're a reporter?" Karen asked, suddenly interested in more than the young woman's breasts. "Well feature stories only so far, but I'm working my way up. This was the first out of town assignment I've ever gotten. I take that as a big plus." "I used to dream of being the person who actually went out and got the news," Karen said. "But research was as far as I ever got." "Well I'm sure that was Channel 3's loss." Keiko replied. "Everyone else's already showered," Karen said, changing the subject. "We'd better hurry before there's no more hot water." As the two women showered, Karen's thoughts again turned erotic. She felt the little tingles from between her legs as she watched Keiko soap up her body. After watching dozens of out of shape housewives over the last few months, it was a joy to admire such a fine body. While Keiko had her back to her, Karen slid a soapy finger into her own pussy and softly rubbed against the clit, thinking how nice it would feel to help the golden skinned woman wash. A stream of soap tinged water ran down the crack of that beautiful ass as Karen wished she could just walk over and kiss it. When the Japanese woman began to wash and squeeze those bouncy round breasts, Karen had to bite down to keep from moaning in admiration. She knew what the subject of her dreams tonight would be. Drying themselves in the locker room, Karen kept her eyes on anything but Keiko. She was sure she had been too obvious in the shower and didn't want to compound it out here among the other women. " Damn Amanda for going on the research trip, "She thought, "Leaving me alone all this time." As a Professor of Oceanic Studies, Amanda Bishop could easily take six months off to engage in research, but Karen wasn't so lucky. That had always been one of the sticking points of their relationship - the difference in their economic and social standings. It had come up before, but had always vanished when they were in bed together. That was one of the reasons Karen had taken this part time job at the Y, so she could pay an equal share of the expenses. "Karen?" Keiko said as she walked over and sat down beside Karen who was trying her sneakers. "Do you have any dinner plans?" "Dinner plans?" Karen asked questioningly. "Well I was planning to go out to dinner after the class, and I really hate eating alone. Besides, I owe you for the class." Karen thought about it for a few moments. Thought of what Amanda would think of her having dinner with a woman half the Oceanographer's age. She knew Amanda was always jealous of her spending time with other women, but then again, Amanda was over six thousand miles away. "No plans, I'd love to join you." Karen answered with a wide smile. "Just let me lock up and I'll be right with you." Dinner turned out to be at Georgio's, one of the best Italian Restaurants on the Upper East Side. By the time the desert came, Karen felt like she'd know Keiko months instead of a few hours. At first she was worried how she'd skirt around the issue of her lesbianism. Normally she didn't care who knew it, but some people were very put off by it. Her usual attitude was, hey this is what I am, if you don't like it - tough! But she really didn't want Keiko to dislike her for any reason. For the first time in months, she was really enjoying herself. And the question of whether she had a man in her life never even came up. "Will there be anything else?" The waiter asked? "No, that will be it." Keiko said as the waiter placed the check on the table and she reached into her purse for her credit card. "I wish you'd let me at least pay for my own dinner?" Karen said, her old habit of wanting to pay her own way cropping up. "Nonsense," Keiko said as she placed her credit card on the small tray. "I did invite you after all. Besides, it all goes on my expense account." As Keiko again reached for her card and the receipt upon the waiter's return, Karen spotted something she had totally overlooked earlier. There on the Japanese woman's slender left hand was a gold wedding band. She was married! The black haired woman's heart sank as her little bubble burst. Sure it had all been a fantasy, but she wanted it to end on a happy note. Why hadn't she spotted it earlier? As they left the restaurant and walked down the street, Keiko felt the change in Karen. "Is there something wrong?" "No, nothing," Karen answered, forcing a smile. "Its just been a long day and all." "Oh, I'm so sorry I've kept you out so late." Keiko said apologetically. "I've been enjoying myself so much that I've completely lost track of the time." "I guess it is kind of late and you must be wanting to get back to your hotel," Karen said as she looked at her watch and noted that it was almost 11. "Its about 08:00 in LA, you might want to call your husband before you turn in." "Husband?" Keiko asked, a puzzled look on her face. "What makes you think I'm married?" "Well the ring for one thing." "The ring.... Omigosh I forgot I was even wearing it." Keiko exclaimed as she looked down at her hand. "I've been divorced for almost two years now." "And you still wear his ring?" "Well actually, this one's a family heirloom, it belonged to my grandmother. I usually wear it to discourage guys. You know, they find out your single and right away all you are is another skirt to get into. They have a hard time taking you serious after that." "I know the feeling." Karen said, her smile returning with the news. As they walked and talked, Karen noted that they were only two blocks from her apartment. "Since you bought the dinner, would you like to come up for a nightcap?" Karen asked apprehensively. "We can call you a cab from the apartment." After a long moment, Keiko said she would love to. "Make yourself comfortable," Karen said as she turned to lock the door behind them. "Nice place," Keiko said as she admired a row of photos on the mantelpiece. "Your roommate?" She asked as she spotted a photo of Karen and Amanda taken last year. "Er yes..." Karen replied. "She's away right now." "This really is a lovely apartment," Keiko said as she dropped the subject and moved on. "So unlike the decor you find in Los Angeles." Karen quickly poured the nightcaps and handed one to Keiko. "New friends," She said raising her glass. "Definitely!" Keiko responded as she took a drink. After they both finished the toast, Karen again looked into those haunting green eyes. Less than a foot separated them and she felt flush. She knew she should call for the cab, but she didn't want her fantasy evening to end. She then leaned forward and kissed Keiko on the lips. The kiss lasted just a second, and once it was done, Karen took a step back. She looked into the oriental girl's face for a reaction but found only the same calmness it had all evening. Then, suddenly, her face widened into a smile. "Oh God," Karen exclaimed. "I wanted to do that all evening. I just wasn't sure how you would take it." "To tell the truth," Keiko answered. "Until this moment, neither did I." She then took a step forward and returned the kiss. This time they embraced and held the kiss much longer. "This night has been so wonderful," Karen said, still holding her. "And I'll understand if you want to leave." "Actually, I was thinking it might be pretty nice to stay." was Keiko's reply. Karen's face just glowed at the response. Part Two Karen quickly led the short haired oriental to the couch and kissed her once again. This time the kiss was long and deep. She felt Keiko's mouth open, allowing her tongue easy access. Their tongues met and began to dart in and out of each others mouths. While this exchange took place, Karen began to unbutton Keiko's blouse, slipping her hand within. The Japanese woman's body trembled as she felt the Irish girl slip her hand inside her bra. Her hand cupped the small breasts and soon her fingers began to work their magic on the small nipples. Keiko let out a soft moan, just to let Karen know that she wanted her to continue. The rest of the buttons quickly followed and soon the light blue blouse was on the floor. The half cup bra joined it, giving Karen a good look at the golden mounds she had only glimpsed in the shower. "They're beautiful...." Karen smiled. "They're too small..." Keiko countered. "Nonsense," Karen retorted as she cupped one in each hand. "Anything more than a mouthful goes to waste anyway." With that her mouth was on the dark drown nipples, her tongue covering the small protruding tips. "Oh that's nice..." Keiko sighed as she felt the wetness of the white girl's mouth. Karen continued to make oral love to the Oriental's breasts, even as her hands moved down and undid the clips of Keiko's skirt. Keiko shifted a little, lifting her ass off the couch. With a quick tug, the skirt and panties now topped the growing pile of clothes. Karen began to kiss downward, covering the golden belly, converging on the small triangle of hair below. She was fascinated by the absence of any real body hair. What little there was around Keiko's mound was trimmed tight against the skin. Her own bush was quite large and full, in preference to Amanda's taste. Her fingers stroked the outer walls of Keiko's pussy, then Karen moved closer and kissed it in the center. She could smell Keiko's perfume, it was obvious that she had put some there at the gym. As she continued to kiss the outer edges, she slipped a finger inside. Soon it was followed by a second, then a third. Finally it was followed by her probing tongue. Keiko had stretched her legs as far apart as she could, balancing herself on the back of the couch. For the moment she was content to just lay back and enjoy Karen's ministrations. She couldn't help but note how much nicer it felt than any of the men who had eaten her. Those few who had be willing to even try she corrected herself. For a good ten minutes Karen thrust her eager tongue in and out of the cavity of oriental delight. Every woman tasted different, but Keiko was somehow ever more unique. Perhaps it was just her imagination, perhaps not. "I want to see you naked!" Keiko said as she pulled Karen away. "I want to make love to you too." Karen stood and began to slowing pull her shirt over her head. The she reached up and played with her large 36 inch breasts, still within the confines of her bra. Those beautiful emerald eyes were riveted on her hand as she undid the front clasp and sent the white material floating to the floor. As they popped free, she grabbed a breast in each hand and gave them a playful squeeze. She had never really been impressed by breast size, but she could tell Keiko was. She leaned forward, one knee on the couch and lifted her right breast to Keiko's mouth. The Japanese girl reached out with her tongue and lightly licked the already erect nipple. After a third pass with her tongue, she reached up and guided the whole of Karen's aureole into her waiting mouth. Keiko sucked tenderly at first, like the newborn she in a way was. Then her motions became stronger and she pulled more and more flesh into her mouth. While she suckled at the first breasts, her free hand sought out the second and fondled it. Soon she switched positions and lifted the other nipple to her mouth. Karen let her take her time exploring the new sensation, remembering her own first experience with a woman. Her own delight at the first time she had actually touched another woman's body. Running her fingers through Keiko's short almost boyish hair, she whispered sweat words of encouragement. Words that translated into an increased desire by Keiko to please her. Keiko then began to move her attentions down Karen's body, duplicating the motion Karen had used on her earlier. Have to give her credit, Karen said to herself, she's a fast learner. Keiko's first attempts at cunnilingus were awkward, even a little rough. Karen reached down and pulled her own lips aside for the neophyte lover, giving her a clear view of her objective. "Take your time," She whispered. "Just lick it softly, it'll come to you." Sure enough, after a few minutes, Keiko began to develop a rhythm of her own and began to send little sparks into the walls of Karen's love tunnel. I was right, Karen congratulated herself, defiantly a fast learner. Soon Keiko was rewarded with her first tastes of girlcum as Karen's body began to respond in earnest. "Let's move to the floor." Karen said as she guided Keiko into a 69 position. "That way we can both enjoy it." For the next half hour, the two women lapped at each other, taking turns increasing and decreasing their passion. Karen knew she was close, but was determined to hold off until Keiko was ready. It wasn't long, and both women exploded in unison. Globs of hot cum gushed from each as they each buried their face in the other's mound. Keiko had never experienced an orgasm like this and she wanted it to go on and on. Her face was covered with love-juice, but she continued to lick away between Karen's legs. But all good things must end as they say and finally both were exhausted. For twenty minutes they lay entangled in each others arms. Their bodies covered with sweat and cum, they silently kissed and licked each other. "I'm so glad I met you tonight," Keiko said softly. "I'd never have had the courage to try something like this back home." "I'm just as glad to have met you," Karen replied as she kissed Keiko's breast. "It's been so long since I've felt this good. I wish I could........" Just then she was interrupted by the ringing of the phone. She let it ring a second time, thinking she should let the machine pick it up. Then she decided to answer it. "Hello?" She said, continuing to play with Keiko's breasts. "Karen.....can you hear me?" Came the voice on the phone. It was a few seconds before Karen realized it was Amanda's voice. "Amanda?" "Hi lover, you don't know how delightful it is to hear your voice." replied the voice over the receiver. "I'm in Los Angeles." "Is something wrong?" Karen asked as she let go of Keiko's breast and lifted herself into a sitting position. "I thought you would still be out at sea for another few weeks." "We had engine problems and had to cut the trip short. I have to wrap up a few loose ends out here over the weekend, but I should be home by Sunday night." "That's great..." Karen said, wondering if she really meant it. "Karen, there's something I want to say, something I don't want to wait for Sunday for you to hear." "Yes...." "Baby, I love you, I don't think I've ever realized how much until the last few weeks. At first I was so involved in my work that I didn't see how much I hurt you by just up and leaving like that. Then as I began to miss you more and more, I knew that no work was worth leaving you again." "Oh God Mandy, you don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that. I can't wait for you to get home." "Well Sunday's only another day and a half, It'll go by quickly. I hope you've been taking care of yourself. I was passing a phone in the hotel lobby, we haven't even checked in yet, and I suddenly felt the need to call you. Have you eaten dinner? I know how you get after those Friday night classes at the Y, you get so worked up you forget to eat at all." At Amanda's mention of the aerobic class, Karen suddenly remembered Keiko was lying beside her. For the moment she was at a loss for words. "Karen...are you there?" "Er yes......I'm here," She said as she saw Keiko sit up and smile. "Must be the connection." Keiko brought her finger up to her lips and signaled silence. There was no need for Karen to mention her lapse of fidelity. "I was asking if you've been remembering to east?" "Oh yes, don't worry about that, I brought a little Japanese home after the class, it was delicious." Karen said, smiling as Keiko. "I didn't know you liked Japanese." Amanda said. "It's a newly acquired taste." came Karen's answer. "Honey, Dr. Walsh is calling for me to catch up. I have to go. I'll be on Continental Flight 203 on Sunday, we'll get in about 5:30." "Fine, I'll pick you up then." "Good-bye love, and when I get home I want to start over. As far as I'm concerned, anything that happened before 5:30 Sunday never existed." "That's fine by me, I love you too." "All right in the world with your lover? Keiko asked. "Yeh," Karen said sheepishly. "I guess Sunday will be a new beginning, this time maybe we can make it work." "I'm glad, maybe when I get back to LA I'll be able to find someone as nice as you." "I'm sure you will." Karen said, feeling a little awkward. "Listen, Keiko, about tonight......" Keiko placed her outstretched finger on Karen's lips. "What happened within these four walls will always remain here." She said. "When I walk out that door, all that will bind us are memories. A memory I for one will cherish." Karen just had to reach out and embrace Keiko. Another time and place things might've been very different. But deep down she knew she had to give Amanda her chance at that fresh start. "You know, "Karen said in a quiet voice. "You don't have to walk out that door right this minute." Keeping to her word, the Japanese woman never looked back when she walked out the door - early Sunday afternoon. END Crossing The Line by Ann Douglas Book One - Author, Author "This meeting is never going to end." Cathy Donohue thought to herself as she looked up on the wall of the makeshift conference room and saw that it was already twenty to eleven. The regular PTA meeting had broken up over an hour ago and this little gathering of the executive committee was supposed to be brief. Just a quick chance for the committee to settle a few outstanding problems before adjourning for the summer. That was, however, before Dolores Azucena took the floor. The woman had been speaking non-stop for over half an hour. The worst part of it was that Dolores was simply going over what had become by now a tired and familiar path. Every small town PTA, just like their big city counterparts, had their own Dolores Azucena. A frustrated, stuck up biddy who was determined to save the world from the immoral attitudes of less enlightened folk. Dolores's current crusade was directed against the school boards decision to use the money raised by the PTA to give Cedar Grove Elementary School Internet Access. It was her firm contention that opening the doors of the Information Highway to the youngest citizens of their small town of 20,000 would create a generation of perverts and sex- addicts. Never mind that it had been explained to her over and over about the access safeguards that would also be installed, making it easier for their kids to access the Playboy channel on their parent's cable television than adult material on the Internet. Her only response to that was that she'd been against adult access on cable as well. Cathy wondering if Dolores would have a heart attack if she knew that one of those so called perverts who wrote erotica online was sitting less than ten feet away from her. It'd been three years since she'd first tried her hand at adult fiction under the pen name of Anne O'Donnell. The name itself had been something of a private joke. Anne was her middle name and O'Donnell had been her maiden name. The response to her stories in that time had been nothing less than phenomenal. Her fan email after each new story usually ran from five hundred to a thousand. What had begun as a lark just to see if she could do it had become a very serious hobby. Suppressing a groan as the older woman added yet another new verse to her litany, Cathy considered that if that didn't put her into the hospital, she had another little revelation that most surely would. All of the people around the table knew Cathy as a wife and mother, cut in the same mold as most of the woman sitting across from her. She was sure that even the most liberal of them would be shocked to learn that for most of her 41 years Cathy had lived a life exactly like that Dolores was so proud to rant against. >From the time she'd had her first experience with another woman back when she was 16, Cathy had been a confirmed bisexual. A practice that continued up to this day, even after 8 years of marriage. In fact her last affair with a woman she'd met on a business trip to NYC last year had only ended three months before when the woman moved to the west coast. Tuning out the drone of Dolores's voice, Cathy let her mind wander. It was a favorite little game she liked to play when she had to kill time. It had come to her over twenty years before while in Air Force basic training and she had to spend a lot of time waiting in line. She'd pick someone around her and weave a sexual fantasy around them. It was a practice that had really paid off since she'd started writing erotica. Glancing up at Dolores, Cathy concluded she'd be hard pressed to come up with a fantasy for the PTA Vice- president. It wasn't that she was an unattractive woman, in fact the opposite was true. Cathy preferred women who were cute rather than beautiful and Dolores was certainly cute. The same held true for so many of the PTA members that Cathy sometimes secretly joked that the initials stood for Pussy Tits and Ass. It was just that in Dolores's case she couldn't separate her personality from her body. One incident that stuck out in her mind about how much that personality grated on her occurred last year when she'd gotten a part time job at the local mall selling lingerie. She'd distributed sales flyers to all the women in the PTA since her boss has promised her a bonus if it brought in new business. It most definitely had and Cathy had gotten an added bonus when she was asked by so many of her fellow members to help them judge how they looked in the skimpiest of outfits. Dolores of course had pointed out that it was inappropriate to pass out such material, ignoring the fact that every spring she did the same with flyers for her husband's lawn service. So you could've knocked Cathy over with a feather when Dolores's daughter Maria showed up at the shop, flyer in hand and asked her to help pick out something really special. "I want something," the 23 year old brunette said with a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. "That's going to make my boyfriend, Christopher, come in his pants when he sees me in it." The image of the naked young woman was still fresh in Cathy's mind. 5'4", about 120 lbs with a dark complexion, Maria had the most beautiful pebble-like nipples that begged to be kissed. It took a lot of self control that day for her to let the full breasted young woman walked away. Across from Dolores, who was still going strong, sat Alyssia Clark. A few years younger than Cathy, the tall copper-red haired woman was what you would call a full- figured woman. Most Men were quick to pass on a woman who carried more than an extra full pounds but Cathy though it just made Alyssia look that much sexier. There was nothing the brunette loved more than cuddling up between a big soft set of breasts on a cold winter night. She sometimes wondered about Ms. Clark, since she'd moved to Ceder Grove only a few years after she herself did. Alyssia described herself as a widow and immediately set up housekeeping with another woman in order, she said, to share costs. A common enough practice for single women, both with children, but still it made Cathy wonder. Next to Alyssia sat Lydia Boot. Six years younger than the redhead, Lydia had been born in the Philippines. Cathy's height, she had long black shoulder length hair, brown eyes and the most captivating smile. Curvy and touchable was the way Cathy always thought of her. In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina, was Whitney Wolf. Exactly the same age as Lydia, Whitney was as pale as she was dark, the gift of a Scottish heritage. Dark brown eyes peered out from large red glasses. Short curly brown hair topped a full hourglass figure. Whitney had also attended that lingerie sale and it was there that Cathy learned of her taste for bondage when she quietly asked if the store carrying anything in that line. While Cathy's downplayed her own experience in that area, she'd been more than happy to give Whitney a few helpful suggestions. Sitting next to Cathy was Stephanie Lai, the youngest of the group. Only 27, the Chinese woman stood 5'7". Over a half foot taller than Cathy but 2 lbs lighter, something she always felt was so unfair, Stephanie had the most kissable lips Cathy had seen in a long time. More than a few boring meetings had been spent wondering what it would be like tasting those lips. The fantasy of spending hours kissing Stephanie changed abruptly last month when the two of them were having coffee one morning and the slim Asian asked Cathy if she knew where she could buy a dildo. The older woman had to bite down to resist the urge to say that she had a beautiful strap on upstairs in her night table and would love to demonstrate it. Instead she suggested that a mail order house might be the best choice. Without much prompting, the image of Stephanie spread out naked on all fours, her perky little breasts bouncing back and forth filled Cathy's mind. Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on her hips, Cathy's fantasy self pounded away at the younger woman. Strapped around her crotch was a long and thick dildo that disappeared and then reappeared as it penetrated her tight pussy again and again. Quickly becoming lost in the erotic daydream, Cathy reached under the table and stroked her the inside of her thigh. She knew her panties and the bare skin beneath them were now wet, but she dared not bring her touch closer. There were things that even she didn't have the nerve to do. As it was, her attention became so fixed on the fantasy that she didn't notice when Dolores finally stopped speaking and Alyssia immediately called for a motion to adjoin. A motion that was seconded simultaneously by Whitney and Lydia. She wasn't even aware that people were getting up to leave until she felt a hand come to rest on her shoulder. "Cathy, the meetings over." Sabrina Drake said in her clipped British accent as she gently nudged her friend. "Oh, sorry." Cathy replied as she snapped out of her fantasies and ran her hand through her very short black hair. "I guess I was daydreaming." "Dolores has that effect on people." The redhead smiled. "And I've had to listen to her a lot longer than you have." Sabrina Drake was Cathy's best friend in Ceder Grove. A few inches taller than Cathy, she was also five years younger. They had become friends six years before when, eight months pregnant, Cathy had moved into a house on the same block. Most of the other neighbors took a wait and see attitude towards the new arrival from New York City. Sabrina, having been even more of an outsider with having spent her first 20 years of life living just outside London, thought this rather silly. She had shown up that first morning after the moving vans had left with a map of the area, a list of helpful tips and a tray holding a still hot breakfast. Sabrina was an old hand at the PTA, as her fourth child finished the third grade. Most of the other mothers of first graders were ten or more years younger than Cathy so she was doubly grateful that she already had a close friend when her daughter started school last September. "You're the lucky one." The 5'2" brunette said as she pushed her chair back under the long table. "If you hadn't gotten that phone call before you'd have had to listened to Dolores's speech too." "I'll let you in on a little secret, Cathy." Sabrina whispered. "There wasn't any phone call. I asked the desk guard to just come in twenty minutes after the meeting started and say I had one. I've been on the executive committee too long not to know that Dolores had at least one more speech in her for the year end meeting." "Cheat!" Cathy hissed in mock anger as they exited the room. "You're only angry because you didn't think of it too." The 35 year old said. Both women laughed. "Did you finish that report for the summer study group you were working on?" Sabrina asked. "I have most of it on disk, but our computer crashed Wednesday night." Cathy replied. "I was on the phone two hours yesterday with tech support but couldn't get it working. They promised to have someone come out and take a look at it on Monday." "Well just drop the disk off at my house later and I'll print out what you have." "Can I just hide out at your house until Monday?" Cathy quipped in a semi-serious voice. "Jim's going to have a fit when he gets home from his trip Sunday night and finds I crashed the system again." "You do seem to do it pretty often." The younger woman said. "Can I help it if the machine doesn't like me." Cathy laughed. "I have an idea." Sabrina said after a few moments of thought. "My son Glen is home from college this week. He's pretty good with computers, he should be since he's majoring in them. Why don't I ask him to stop over after lunch and take a look at it." "That'd be great." Cathy gushed. "If he gets it up and running I'll owe you big time." "You really don't have to owe me, just get me something nice...." Sabrina said. "Something like.....him over there." She added as her voice dropped to a whisper. Cathy tuned to see Dave Hoch, the gym teacher walking down the hallway from the opposite direction. 6'1" and 215 lbs, the bearded 39 year old bore a striking resemblance to a younger Kenny Rogers, right down to the silver streaks in an otherwise black beard. Striking blue eyes sparkled from behind round tortoise shell glasses, eclipsed only by a broad friendly smile. Sabrina whispered a speculation about a non visible part of his anatomy causing both women to laugh. As he passed, Dave wondered what the joke was. Cathy ran a few errands before heading home. Her daughter had a Scout meeting after school and this was Dora Fletcher's turn to pick up all the girls and drive them home. The living room clock was just chiming twelve thirty as she closed the front door behind her. Ten minutes later, Cathy had just finished changing out of the dress she'd worn to the PTA meeting and into a simple blue skirt and white blouse, when the door bell rang. Opening the door, she was greeted by a muscular young man in red gym shorts and a white Empire State University T- shirt. He stood 5'5" with blue eyes and dark ginger hair. Cathy's first thought that this couldn't be little Glen. Then again, she really hadn't seen him since last fall when he went away to college. Despite having just finished his freshman year at State, Glen Drake has only just passed his 17th birthday. Always by Ann Douglas class, he'd twice skipped a grade during elementary school. "Hello Mrs. Donohue." He smiled. "My Mom says you've been having some problems with your computer." "Oh, yes." She said as she realized that she'd been staring at the young hunk. "Come on in." As he stepped inside and Cathy closed the door behind him, she couldn't help but check out his back view as well. "Nice ass." She thought to herself. "So how's college?" She actually said. "College is great." He replied as he stepped into the living room. "There's so much to learn and do. I've even gotten into working out at the gym and biking. Mom kept drumming into me that I had to exercise my body as well as my mind." "Well she's definitely right there." Cathy grinned, hoping that her look didn't betray a too lustful thought. Like the fact that if she was 20 years younger and all other things being equal she'd like to jump his body right here on the living room carpet. He definitely wasn't what came to mind when you thought of a computer whiz. "Should we get started?" He asked. "What?" Cathy replied in a somewhat confused tone. "The computer? Where do you keep it.?" he asked. "Oh, the computer." She answered, telling herself to put that little fantasy out of her mind. There would be time enough to explore it fuller when she crawled into her empty bed tonight. "It's in the work room upstairs. Come on, I'll show you." "You've really fixed the place up since the last time I was here." Glen said as he followed his mother's friend up the spiral staircase. "Well with Laura in school now, I have a lot by Ann Douglas it." "How's she like school?" He asked as they reached the top floor. "Oh she loves it." Cathy said as she opened the door to the work room. "She actually gets constant A's." "That's great." Glen commented as he stepped past her and sat down in front of the computer. The college student pulled a small leather folder out of his carry bag and opened it on the desk. As he spread it open, Cathy could see it was full of brightly colored floppy disks. "OK, lets see what we've got." He said as he hit the power switch and the C:\ prompt appeared on the screen. Cathy watched as the youth began to type in commands too fast for her to follow. What Cathy could only describe as gibberish flashed across the screen as Glen pulled a bright red disk from his folder and slid it into the "A" drive. Then he began to type in a new set of commands. "This doesn't look too bad." He said out loud as he replaced the red disk with a blue one. Feeling a little silly standing there with nothing to do but watch Glen work, Cathy asked if he'd like a soda. "That'd be great." Glen said, never taking his eyes off the monitor screen. "Coke, Pepsi?" "You wouldn't happen to have any Mountain Dew, would you?" He said, turning around and looking at Cathy with a broad smile. "Let me take a look down in the basement." Cathy said, admiring his smile. "I think there might be some left over from our last party." Glen was already back at work before Cathy exited the room. As she looked through the cans of soda stacked in the basement pantry, Cathy was sure she was going to find a good use for that vibrator she kept in her night table tonight. When she really thought about it, she thought it was funny that she would find Glen so attractive. Back when she'd been in high school, she really hadn't been that interested in guys her age. Then again, at that point in her life, she hadn't been too interested in guys period. "Bingo!" she said in triumph as she spotted a green can in the back of the shelf. A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a glass full of ice and a few snacks to go with the soda. As she carefully navigated the stairs with her burden, Cathy wondered if Glen would still be working on the computer when supper time rolled around. Stepping into the workroom, Cathy's blue eyes opened wide in amazement as she saw the familiar picture of the starship Enterprise that served as windows wallpaper filling the computer's monitor screen. She couldn't have been gone more than ten minutes. "You fixed it." She excitedly called out as she set the tray down on the snack table. "It was nothing, really." Glen said as he began sprouting what Cathy categorized as techno-babble. He might look like a varsity player, but he still had the mind of a nerd. Finally he came to the point and said he'd like to run a few more tests on the system. "Sure, you're the disk-doctor." Cathy laughed, relieved that she now didn't have to even mention to her husband that the computer had crashed. Leaving Glen to his work, Cathy spent the next ten minutes cleaning up the adjacent bedroom. She was wondering if she should offer him money for the work he'd done. Even though he was doing it as a favor for his mother, Cathy felt she should at least make the gesture. And if he accepted, so much the better. "Oh shit!" Glen yelled loud enough to be heard in the next room. Cathy dropped what she was doing and rushed out into the hallway. "I don't believe it!" He continued. "What's wrong?" Cathy called out as she burst into the room, visions of a totally ruined hard drive in her head. It was a few seconds before Glen took his eyes off the screen. A screen filled with Windows 95's Explorer and a few open text files. "What's the matter?" Cathy asked, unable to imagine what could've caused the young man's reaction. "You're Anne O'Donnell!" Glen exclaimed as the older woman stepped into the room. "Oh God!" Cathy mentally exclaimed as the words died stillborn in her throat. It was her worse nightmare come true. >From where she now stood, she could see that the open text files contained two unfinished stories as well as email addressed to her Anne identity. Mentally she gave herself a swift kick in the ass. For the longest time she had been planning to install some sort of security program to protect those files. A necessity prompted by her daughter's new found reading skills and her desire to read anything her eyes came across. She reminded herself every time she opened one of the files but never seemed to get around to it. After a moment's reflection, remembering Glen's skill with the keyboard, a security program mightn't made a difference. The young man was still going on, his voice reflecting both excitement and apology at the same time. His words were coming out so fast that Cathy had trouble making a few of them out. "I really wasn't trying to be nosey." He said. "I was just checking the file directory and saw the folder 'Anne O' Donnell'. I thought it must've been some other Anne O' Donnell. I mean, why would a woman like you save a bunch of dirty stories? Not that I think there dirty or anything like that. Then I thought, hey why not, after all they're really great tales. So I just opened it up to see if it was really the same Anne and if you had any stories I didn't have." The 17 year old finally paused and took a breath. Then he went right on at the same rapid clip. "Then instead of a few stories it opened up to another set of folders - a story archive, unfinished work, email and story ideas. It took me a few seconds to realize what it all meant, then it hit me like a brick. It was so obvious. You're really Anne O' Donnell!" Still stunned and unable to think of any other explanation, Cathy nodded her head in confirmation. "This is unbelievable." He said, his voice still racing with animation. "Everyone back at school reads your stuff - both the guys and the girls. I even wrote you a few fan letters and you answered them. Who'd have believed I was emailing the lady down the block. I'm GlenD99@brightstar.com" Cathy smiled as she recognized the name. His letters had been quite good and showed a smart young man with quite an imagination. He'd even shared a few of his fantasies. The smile faded as Cathy recalled what those fantasies had been about. Because he had been two years younger than his classmates the last few years, Glen hadn't really been that successful with the ladies. Until this year and the change in his appearance, he'd been considered something of a nerd, if that was still the term they used. He had shared his deepest secret a few months back, that he was still a virgin. Cathy wondered for a moment if that was still true. "Wait until I go back to school and tell my friends that I live down the block from Anne O'Donnell." That statement caught Cathy's immediate attention, shattering any idle speculation she might've had about Glen's virginity. "No!, you can't!" She snapped back. Glen was caught off guard by the vehemence of her retort. That and the look of horror on Cathy's face. "Glen, you can't tell anyone that I'm Anne O' Donnell." Cathy said as she composed herself as best she could. "Most people in this town wouldn't understand. God, I don't think even your mother would understand and she's my best friend." What she didn't say was that if Sabrina didn't understand, what would someone like Dolores do with that knowledge. Probably go out and organize a committee, or more likely a lynch mob, to run her out of town on a rail. After an old fashion tar and feathering of course. After Glen thought about it a little he realized that Cathy was right. He couldn't tell anyone. It would have to be their secret. "I guess you're right." He said. "But it seems so unfair. Everyone would've been so impressed." "I'm sorry." Cathy said as she saw the disappointment on his face. "If there was any other way I could help I would. I really appreciate your fixing my computer. If you want, I could pay you for that." "I don't want any money." Glen said as he explained that he had done the repairs as a favor to his mother. He paused for a few moments, then his face suddenly lit up again. "I know how you can make it up to me!" He suddenly added in an even more thrilled voice. "I don't like the sound of that." Cathy thought as warning bells went off in her head. Again her attention drifted back to his emailed fantasies of having an older woman initiate him sexually. "RRRiiiinnnngggggg!" The abrupt ring of the desktop phone caught Cathy in mid- word, just as she was about to ask him to explain himself. "I'll take that in the other room." Cathy said as she seized on the interruption and practically ran for the extension in the bedroom. "You wait right here, don't go anywhere!" >From the wide eyed look on Glen's face, the older woman needn't have worried about him going anywhere. The phone call had turned out to be a saleswoman for the local cable company. She was surprised by Cathy's excessive courtesy in declining their latest must have offer. It was just a reflection of her relief at the much needed pause. Staring at herself in the large bedroom mirror, Cathy debated what she should do. She was sure Glen was going to ask her to help him live out his fantasy. She was older than his mother for goodness sake, and not nearly as attractive. It had always been her personality that men and women had found attractive. That and a highly erotic imagination. Why in the world would a good looking young man like Glen want a 41 year old mother who had to admit to herself that she'd never quite gotten back into the shape she'd had before her pregnancy some years before. Maybe he had a fixation on older women? Taking a second look at her reflection, Cathy realized she's sold herself short. True, she wasn't what anyone would describe as beautiful, but then again she never was. Even as a teen she preferred to be thought of as cute and despite the passage of years and the addition of a few pounds, she still was. In addition, Glen was looking at her through the eyes of adulation. Like a lover, he saw what he wanted to see, even if it reality didn't match the fantasy. What she also hadn't really considered was that Glen had also been well exposed to both the personality and imagination that she so prized. Both were clearly evident in her stories - her creations. "What am I thinking?" She asked herself. "This is insane. Even if he wasn't Sabrina's son, I can't do this. Even back when I was Anne O' Donnell for real I wouldn't just meet someone and fall into bed with them." She said to her reflection in the mirror. A silent voice answered back. "Be honest with yourself, Cathy." It said. "You very well could and more than a number of times very well did do just that." True, most of those times had been with other women but enough had been with men to have mattered. "So what do I do?" she asked her doppelganger. "What would Anne O' Donnell do?" Come her counterpart's reply. Looking deep within herself and being totally honest, Cathy admitted that the idea of fucking Glen was both compelling and exciting. It'd been so many years since she'd done anything that wild and crazy. She found that she'd missed the feeling. In the nearly nine years she'd been married, Cathy had more than a few affairs with other women. Her husband Jim had both known about them and been comfortable with their existence. It'd been almost fifteen years since she'd been with another man and until this moment she couldn't have imagined any set of circumstances that would've prompted her to want to try. Yet in all the wildness of her youth, one of the few things she'd never done was have sex with a virgin. She was sure Jim would understand how much this meant to her. How much it would mean to her. Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had imperceptibly gone from debating the idea to justifying it. She had crossed the line. "This is crazy!" She mentally repeated to herself as she stepped out into the hall. It was a phrase she'd oftentimes reminded herself in her younger days, usually before some kind of sexual adventure. With it came the usual response. "Hey, in 20 years who's going to care!" With a sly smile on her face, Cathy stepped back into the workroom where a patient Glen hadn't even moved from the chair in front of the computer. She pulled another chair from the other side of the room and rolled it over next to Glen. The more she thought about it, the more right this seemed. It wasn't just Glen in front of her, it was every person who had ever read one of her stories. How many nights had she sat in that very chair reading email from fans, telling how hot one of her stories had gotten them. She'd had one hand on the keyboard and the other beneath the waistband of her panties. "So where were we?" Cathy said as she pulled the chair just a little bit closer. Close enough for the young man to get both a good whiff of her favorite perfume and a view down the valley of her breasts. "Oh yeah, you said something about my making it up to you." It took a few seconds for Glen to find his voice. When he found it, it was low and hesitant. "I err.....what I mean was, I just wanted to ask you if....." "Just ask, Glen." Cathy said reassuringly. "I don't bite." she said with a smile. Mentally she added. "Oh yes I do, but no one's ever complained." "I just thought that it would be so great, I mean if it was all right with you, if you could write a story for me." he finally stammered out. "What..???" Cathy replied. "I'd like you to write a story about my fantasies." he went on with a little more confidence. "A story..???" Cathy repeated. Taking her surprise as a possible rebuff, Glen began to immediately apologize. "I'm sorry I didn't mean...." "No, its OK." Cathy cut in. "You just took me by surprise." The return of the smile on his face was proof that her reassurance had its effect. "If it's a story you want, then it's a story that you'll get." Cathy returned with a similar grin. Deep down, Cathy was actually feeling disappointed. She had worked herself into a sexual state and now to find out that all he wanted was a story when he could have had her. "So what kind of fantasy are we talking about?" Cathy inquired. "Well it would be about me and this woman, and we would....err....I'm not really sure how to describe it." "Describe it any way you want." Cathy said. "In any terms you like. I'm not exactly afraid of words. Fuck, suck, cock, pussy, there just words that describe actions and objects. They don't bother me." "Well in the story I would meet this woman..." "Who is she? What does she look like?" Cathy asked. "Well she's older, maybe a teacher or someone I'm working for." "What color hair does she have?" Cathy asked. "Does she have big breasts?" "Err.. I guess she has dark hair and average breasts." "Like mine?" she asked as she leaned a little more forward and gave him an even better look down her blouse. "Yes." he said a little sheepishly. "OK, we're getting there." the older woman grinned. "And what happens with the two of you. Does she seduce you?" "Yes." "What does she do?" Cathy asked. "Well, she sort of gets me in a situation and seduces me." "Does she play with your cock?" "Yes." "Does she suck it?" "Yes." he said, trying to suppress the widening of his smile. "Do you fuck her?" "Yes." he went on, his efforts at restraint totally abandoned. "Is she a good fuck?" Cathy asked, amused at the thought of her sitting in her house discussing with a 17 year old his sexual fantasies. Then again, only twenty minutes ago she was pretty sure she'd be making those sexual fantasies come true. "I guess so?" Glen replied in a hesitant tone. "You guess so?" Cathy repeated. "That's a strange answer. Is she better than any other woman you've been with? Is she better than your girlfriend?" Glen didn't have an answer. He just looked at Cathy with a blank expression. "Glen, have you ever been with a woman? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. "Yes, I have a girlfriend." he quickly responded. His unspoken answer told her that he was still a virgin. "A girl up at school?" Cathy asked, concentrating on the part of the question he had answered. "No, I've been dating Beverly Friedman here in town when I come home on weekends and breaks." That surprised Cathy. Not that he was dating Beverly who was on the high school's cheerleader squad, after all, he was a handsome young man. What surprised her was that he hadn't slept with her. If all the gossip were to be believed, Beverly had already gone through most of the football team. "Let's get back to the story." Cathy said. "How does she start?" "She begins to rub my cock...." The mention of his cock caused Cathy to look down between his legs. Sure enough, he had a raging hard-on. Not surprising considering their discussion. The outline against his gym shorts showed a length of about seven inches. Pretty impressive, she had to admit. "You mean like this." Cathy asked as she placed her long slender fingers on his erection. "Oh shit!" Glen exclaimed. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Cathy asked as she ran her fingers up and down his cloth encased cock. "Oh yes!" "Do you want me to stop?" she asked. "Oh no!" he blurted out as he leaned back in the chair and enjoyed her touch. Cathy slid her fingers down the length of his cock and across the soft skin of his leg. On her return path, she slid her hand under the material of his shorts until it made contact with his hard flesh itself. This brought another even louder sigh from Glen. "You know Glen..." she said as she played with his cock. "When you first said there was a way for me to pay you back for fixing the computer, I thought you were going to ask to sleep with me." "Oh no, I wouldn't ask anything like that." he quickly interjected. "Of course you wouldn't." Cathy said softly as she noted that the young cock in her hand was getting even harder. "But to tell the truth, I was pretty excited by the idea." Glen's breathing was beginning to become labored. At the rate she was going, it would only be a matter of time before he shot his load, tight into Cathy's soft hand. "In fact, I was just a little disappointed when my assumption turned out to be a mistake." she went on. "So what we have here is a set of choices." "Choices?" Glen gasped as he tried to keep up with the conversation. "I could keep this up, and in about a minute or two you'd come all over my hand. Or, if you're really feeling daring, we could take this a little further." Distracted by the rising fire in his balls, Glen's attention kept drifting. He knew that Cathy was saying something important, but somehow the reality of her hand on his cock blotted everything else out. "My hand on your cock feels nice, doesn't it." she repeated, not expecting an answer. "Of course it does. But tell me, how nice do you think it would feel if I put it in my mouth instead. Or for that matter, what do you think it would feel like if my pussy was wrapped around it?" That got his total attention. He didn't even react when Cathy took her hand off his cock. "Would you like me to suck your cock, Glen?" Cathy asked, has Beverly ever done that for you?" "No, I mean yes. I mean, no, she's never done that and yes I'd really want you to." he babbled. "Stand up then." Cathy said. As he rose to his feet, Cathy took hold of his gym shorts and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. His rock hard cock sprang upward as it was exposed to the open air. With a hunger, she pressed her face against it and kissed the base of it. "Mmmm, it tastes so nice." she said as she ran her tongue up and down the length of his young manhood. "So masculine." she added before she dropped to her knees and glided her tongue around the crown before slipping its fullness between her lips. The sudden wetness that engulfed his cock sent a wave of dizziness through Glen's brain. This couldn't really be happening. This couldn't be his mother's best friend on her knees giving him his first blow-job. It had to be a dream. Any second now he would wake up and find himself lying in his bed with a pair of cum filled underpants. But the sudden rush of pressure that exploded up and out of his balls told him that dream or not, he was about to climax like he'd never done before. Even better than that night Beverly had jerked him off when they had parked over by the lake. Experience told Cathy that the young man had reached the limit of his self-control. Like any other man his age, that limit was set at a very low level of stimulation. She felt the first drop of milky white impact against the back of her mouth and immediately pulled his cock as deep as it would go within her. Only a second later that single drop was followed by a torrid that splattered across her mouth, covering every inch with a sticky coating. Cathy swallowed the steady stream as fast as she could, taking note that a young man's sperm had its own special flavor. Perhaps she'd been too hasty in her youth when she ignored guys her own age. This thought was interrupted by yet another spurt from his cock. 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 young 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. Even youth has its limits and the fourth burst was less than half the third. Cathy knew he was spent and took him deep within her mouth one last time and began to wash him clean. By the time his now semi-limp organ slipped from her mouth, few remnants of her efforts remained. "Now that was fun, wasn't it?" she laughed as she got up off her knees. "Oh God, that was unbelievable." Glen said, finally admitting to himself that it had actually happened and wasn't a dream. "There's a lot more fun we can have if you want." Cathy said as she gave his hanging cock a playful tug. "We can see how this little toy feels when it has a tight pussy wrapped around it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Glen looked at her in amazement. She really meant it. She was going to let him fuck her. Of course he'd say yes. After that incredible and unexpected cocksucking, Glen imagined even the parish priest would have a hard time saying no. "But pleasing a woman is about a lot more than just getting your cock hard and sticking it in her." Cathy said as she released his cock. "Let's see what we can teach you." Taking a step backward, the dark haired woman reached up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her 34c bust might not be as firm as it was when she was 20, but it was still impressive. It was just a matter of how you used it. Glen watched in fascination as the view of her breasts grew with each open button. It wasn't long before the white blouse hung totally open and the only thing covering her luscious mounds was a thin white bra. "It opens in the front." Cathy said as she took a step closer and invited the young man to unwrap her. Excited, he reached out and fumbled with the clasp. It took three attempts before it opened in his trembling fingers. As the material fell away, he placed an outstretched hand under each globe, delighting in both the softness and warmth of each. He'd felt Beverly up while they were making out, but this was the first time he'd actually seen a real naked breast. "Go ahead, play with them." Cathy said as she enjoyed the touch of his hands against her flesh. "You can even kiss them if you want." Needing little urging, Glen ran his hands across her breasts again and again, finding fascination in the way her nipples became erect as he rubbed them. Cathy's breasts seemed bigger than he'd imagined them to be, but then again, perhaps he'd never really took the time to look at them in the proper perspective. Carefully he lifted one nipple to his mouth and licked it, bringing a soft moan of encouragement to his ears. Up at school some of the guys had let him join in when they watched porno tapes. He tried to remember how the men in them had "sucked tit." The older woman gave him a few minutes to just enjoy himself and become comfortable with his actions. He kept a breast in each hand, squeezing the softness of each and comparing it with the hardness of each nipple. Raising one to his mouth, he began to suck on it in earnest. He was rough at first, but Cathy guided him in a soft understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue. Then how to suck the nipple into his mouth and use his teeth to give just the right touch of pleasure/pain. Moving to the other breast, Glen showed that he was indeed a quick learner. Cathy arched back and closed her eyes in enjoyment as the teen 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, Glen's cock would be buried in her already wet pussy. "This can work both ways you know." Cathy said as she slid her fingers under the edge of his T-shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She pressed her lips against the lightly haired chest and kissed her way to his own nipples. Running her tongue across them again and again, she showed that they too could get hard. Then she demonstrated the instructions she had given him only a few minutes before so that he would know in the future how it felt when he did it again. To his surprise it felt really nice. For some reason, he never considered the idea that the nipples on a guy would be a sexually exciting area or that a man could feel the same excitement as a woman when they were kissed there. Cathy took her time orally playing with his nipples before pulling his head down to hers and kissing him full on the lips. It was the first time she had done it and in many ways, Glen found it more erotic than the blow job she'd given him. A second kiss followed and this time Glen felt her tongue pass between his lips and into his mouth. Electricity seemed to spark as he felt her tongue touch his, playing with it as it moved around in his mouth. Instinctively he pressed forward with his own appendage as she opened her lips to admit it. Of course he'd heard about French kissing but none of the girls he'd dated did that sort of thing. It was funny, from what he heard, some girls would actually sooner suck your cock than have you trade tongues with them. Back and forth their tongues flew as they kissed again and again. While they necked, Cathy reached down and cupped his balls. Gliding her hand upward, she tested his cock's renewed hardness. It wouldn't be too long before he was ready again. "Can I see your pussy?" Glen suddenly asked. "Why of course you can." Cathy answered. "In fact I was just about to suggest that. There's something else I'd like to show you how to do." Cathy broke their embrace and moved back a few paces. She undid the clasp of her blue skirt and let it drop to the floor. Beneath it she wore a pair of plain blue panties, they too quickly made their way to the clothing pile on the floor. The first thing Glen noticed was that unlike all the pictures he'd seen in video's and magazines, there was no hair between Cathy's legs. Her pussy was as bare as a teenage girl's. When she was younger, Cathy explained she used to shave her crotch because she thought it was sexy but later gave it up because it became too much trouble, contenting herself with a tightly trimmed bush instead. Then one day she noticed more than a few gray and white pubic hairs when drying herself off after a shower. The hair had been banished that day, never to return. "It made me feel old." she laughed. "I don't think I could ever think of you as old again." Glen remarked. It was the "again" in his remark that bothered her. Prior to this afternoon, he had seen her as old. "Well you wanted to get a good look at it." Cathy said as she raised one leg up onto the chair. "You're not going to get one way over there." Now it was Glen's turn to get down on his knees as he moved beneath Cathy's outstretched legs. She'd reached down and parted the lips of her cunt to give him a full unhindered look. Only a few inches away, Glen couldn't help but think that the only word to describe it was "nasty." "What do you think?" Cathy asked. "It's beautiful." he lied. "I want you to kiss it." Cathy said. "I want you to lick my pussy and taste how sweet the juices can be." Somewhat hesitantly, Glen lifted his head to comply. He was afraid if he said that he didn't want to, his lessons in love would end here and now. For the chance to finally get laid he could put up with it for a little while. After all, hadn't a few of the guys back in school said it wasn't so bad if you kept reminding yourself what was going to come after it. Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the whole thing in his mouth like he had Cathy's nipples. Then he settled down and began to lick up and down, using his hand to expose more of the pink softness within. After a few minutes, he decided that it wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was kind of fun. A fun that was made even more so by the melody of delight issuing from Cathy's lips. >From the books on sex that he'd read, he knew what the clitoris was, although he was sure he was the first of his friends here in town 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 new found lover. The taste of female honey filled his mouth and this too was surprisingly sweet. So much for all the fish smell jokes he'd heard. Cathy's cunt grew wetter with each passing minute. She guided Glen'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. Even an experienced woman as herself had a limit on self control and she was quickly reaching hers. Her body cried out for his hard cock and she was no longer willing to wait for it. She lifted herself off his now eager face and stepped away from him. The look of disappointment that filled his face quickly faded however as she took him by the hand and motioned for the door. "Why don't we move to the bedroom." she said in a lust filled voice. "I know a cherry that needs popping." The centerpiece of the master bedroom was a large oversized bed that took up a good part of the room. When Cathy and her husband had gone shopping for a new bedroom set they'd fallen in love with the large oak piece. It was twice the size a couple of their heights needed but as Cathy joked afterward, it isn't as if we only used it for sleeping. With a look of glee on her face, a naked Cathy jumped to the center of the bed, pulling an equally naked Glen behind her. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him with all the fire she had inside her. Not since the first time with her husband-to-be had she gotten herself this worked up with a man. With the added excitement that this was Glen's first time, it might very well turn into the hottest she'd ever been with a man. "Fuck me!" she whispered into his ear as she held him tightly against her. "I want that big hard cock in my pussy." That said, she dropped back against the four pillows that were piled in front of the headboard and spread her legs in invitation. Normally she preferred the female superior position with her on top, but she figured Glen would like this position better. Without hesitation for he was as horny as she was, if not more so, Glen climbed on top of her. He kissed her again and continued to kiss his way down to her breasts. While he did, Cathy reached down and took hold of his rigid member and guided it to her waiting cunt. "Fuck me!" she said again, this time in a much louder tone. "Fill my pussy with that cock!" Glen smiled as he replaced Cathy's hand around his cock with his own. 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 skin. 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!" Cathy cried out as she felt his 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. She also wrapped her legs around his back, restricting the length of his strokes but increasing their frequency. With every ounce of energy he could muster, Glen thrusted his cock into his Cathy again and again. A thousand nights of fantasy fueled his passion. That the realization of his nighttime dreams would come at the hand of his mother's best friend only seemed to make it more exciting. The walls of her pussy felt so good as they wrapped around his cock. Glen had been masturbating since he was 13 but he never imagined that anything could feel as good as this. Sweat covered both their bodies as they thrashed back and forth atop the wide bed. Cathy continued to hold him tightly, his face pressed tightly against her own. She continued to murmur quiet words of encouragement, not that they were needed. In between, she alternated between licking and nibbling on his ear. "Oh your cock feels so good inside of me." she purred as a familiar pleasing wave of passion crested across her body. "You're such a good lover." Glen was sure she was only saying that to make him feel good. But even if the words were faked, the reactions of her body to his weren't. He might not be the greatest lover but he knew he was bringing her pleasure. The neophyte lover only hoped it was equal to that she was bringing to him. After what seemed like an eternity, Cathy felt Glen's body began to tense, signaling an imminent explosion within him. His first climax within a woman. She grabbed him as hard as she could and pulled him as far inside her as possible. Cathy held him tight, preventing him from moving so that he could savor the feeling of release she knew was coming. 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 his seed 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 pressed her lips against his. She kissed her young lover passionately again and again. 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. Finally it was done and his hot, sweat covered body collapsed upon hers. Too exhausted to even lift himself, he just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from within her. Wrapping her arms around him, Cathy ran her fingers across his back and down to his ass. His body felt so warm and nice against hers, she hoped he shared the feeling of contentment that filled her. "So I guess now I'm a man." Glen said as he lifted his head off her breasts. "Sweetheart, you were already a man." Cathy said in a soft voice. "You just have a little experience now, that's all." she added as she kissed the top of his head. They lay there for about a half hour, just kissing, touching and talking. Glen understood that this had been a one time thing and Cathy was sure he'd never tell another soul. Glancing at the clock on the night table, Cathy said that he'd have to go because her daughter would be home from scouts in half an hour. She'd considered offering him the use of her shower as they were both soaked to the skin. Then remembering how much she loved sex in the shower, she decided she didn't trust herself enough not to jump in after him. It just wouldn't do to have Dora show up with the girls and find the two of them going at it again. "I'm sorry I can't offer you a shower." she said. "No problem, I'll just tell my mom that I was exercising." he replied. "It's not really a lie, is it." he laughed. Glen's mentioning Sabrina brought Cathy back to cold reality. God, she had fucked her friend's teenage son. What would Sabrina say if she knew? The fear only lasted a minute. One creed that Cathy had followed all her life was never look back. You can't change what was or spent your time worrying about what might be. "I guess this means I don't get my story." Glen quipped as he pushed the ends of his T-shirt into his shorts." "Lover, I'm going to write you the best story you ever read." she said as she gave him one last kiss. "And I'm going to put it online so that all the world will know what a great lover you are." "That's a lie." he replied. "But it gives me a goal to shoot for. I'll settle for that." "Fair enough." Cathy said, then switched to a serious tone. "Glen, remember the concept of the four walls I once mentioned in my letters." "Yeah, I remember." he replied. "What happens between these four walls, stays between these four walls." "Exactly, now you'd better get going." Pausing only to retrieve his computer tools, he did just that. Cathy took a quick shower as not to smell of sex when Dora showed up. Enjoying the feel of the hot water against her skin, she reflected on what had just happened. Stepping out of the shower, she looked at her reflection in the mirror and asked for the hundredth time. "Had it been worth it?" Her reflection smiled back and said. "Damn right it was." Book Two - A Secret No More Six weeks had gone by since that afternoon with Glen and the whole encounter had already receded to memory as far as Cathy was concerned. She'd kept her promise and written Glen his story, and after changing the names had put it on line. True to his word, Glen had never mentioned what happened, not even in his email response to her posting. Never even eluding that he was the character in her story, Glen merely stated that he thought the tale was her best work ever. He was away at the summer camp he worked at now and mentioned that he'd taken up with a fellow counselor named Judy Winters. They got along great and hopefully he'd get to know her a lot better in time. Glen's mother had just gotten back from a two week vacation in the Caribbean. She'd called Cathy the other day and invited her over for lunch. Unfortunately Cathy couldn't make it and countered with an invitation to come over and share a dip in the pool and lunch. The temperature was going to hit 90 today and Sabrina had readily agreed. Jim had taken Laura to spend the weekend at her grandmother's house so they would have peace and quiet. Cathy didn't exactly get along with her mother-in- law so both parties were more than willing to accept a flimsy excuse as to why she stood home. For once the weathermen had hit it right on the money and the mercury crested at 90 just about noon. Cathy was floating in the pool enjoying the solitude and being thankful that she hadn't gone to her in-laws. Cathy and Jim had put a lot of work into their backyard over the years and it had become their private refuge. The inground pool opened onto a large deck which in turn led to the kitchen's patio doors. Beyond the pool was a play area, complete with swing set and slide. The entire yard was surrounded by a natural barrier of trees that provided a lot more privacy than the six foot fences allowed by the towns building regulations. It was one of the reasons they'd bought the house at the end of town. If only more days could be like this. "Hello!" called out a cheery voice from the front of the house. "Back here, Sabrina!" Cathy called out as she coasted to the side of the pool. The high wooden door opened and in stepped Sabrina. 5'5" and a trim 110lbs, the redhead had her shoulder length hair tied back in a ponytail and tucked under a black baseball cap. She wore a simple white T-shirt with "banana republic" written across her firm breasts and a short pair of blue pants. In the two weeks she'd been away, Sabrina had acquired a deep rich tan of which Cathy was immediately jealous. Try as she could, every time she tried to get a tan like that the most she would wind up with was a nasty sunburn. "Welcome back." Cathy said as she propped herself up on the pool's edge. "Thanks." Sabrina smiled as she reached up and removed the dark round sunglasses she'd been wearing. "It was a lot a fun but it's nice to be back home." "Well you picked a fine day to come over for a swim." Cathy said. "And before I say anything else, I hate you for that tan." she laughingly added. "Remember, jealousy killed the cat!" Sabrina shot back. "That was curiosity!" countered Cathy. "Close enough." the younger woman chuckled. "That out of the way, why don't you run inside and change." said Cathy. "The water feels great. I left the kitchen door open." "I've already got my suit on." Sabrina noted as she took hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Beneath the shirt Sabrina wore a rather skimpy white bikini top that barely contained her 36c mounds. It was immediately evident that her tan was an all over tan. Four kids and the 35 year old still had a body that most 25 year olds would die for. A good diet and three days a week in the gym will do that for you. "Nice suit." Cathy noted. "Just something I bought to take with me on the cruise." Sabrina remarked. "I'm surprised something like that held up." "I only said I brought it with me. I never said I wore it." the redhead smirked. "So I noticed." came the reply. The shorts followed and with a powerful leap, she drove into the deep end of the pool. After completing a full lap of the pool she glided up alongside Cathy. "That felt good." she smiled. "I told you." said her host. "Now tell me everything about your trip." For the next half hour, Sabrina described cruising the Caribbean. The fun in the sun, the trips to the islands, the late night dancing and the food. "Oh the food, it was so wonderful and there was so much of it." Sabrina said. "I must've put on ten pounds." "Yeah, I'll bet." Cathy said in a tone laced with sarcasm. "Speaking of food, what's for lunch." Sabrina asked. "I could eat a horse." "One horse coming up." Cathy said as she lifted herself out of the water. Sabrina followed and Cathy handed her a large bath towel. Wrapping the towels around themselves, they moved into the kitchen. With the central air running, the house was a good 20 degrees cooler. After the swim, the cooler environment was like heaven. They finished drying off and piled the towels on a kitchen chair. "Oh no, we're fresh out of horse." Cathy said in mock horror as she looked in the refrigerator. "I guess we'll have to settle for chicken salad." "That's fine." As they ate, Cathy continued to ask questions about the cruise. Sabrina didn't mind really, but after a while it became evident that she had something else on her mind. "You mind if I ask a question for a change." Sabrina said as she finished describing the midnight dance on their last night aboard. "Of course." Cathy said as she poured herself another glass of wine and took a sip. "I'm curious." Sabrina said as she placed her own glass on the countertop. "Was Glen a good fuck?" "What?!?!" Cathy gasped, almost choking on the wine she'd just drunk. "Glen, my son." Sabrina said in a serious tone. "The young man you screwed last month. I hope you haven't forgotten him already." Cathy sat cold silent for what seemed like an eternity. Finally she said. "Sabrina, I don't know what to say? What you must think of me?" "I have to confess that when I first found out I was furious." Sabrina answered. "Then after I thought about it a few days, I began to see it in a different light." Not knowing where her friend was going with this, Cathy was afraid to interrupt. "Glen's an adult and it's time I accepted that. Eventually, he was going to sleep with a woman. In fact I should be surprised it's taken this long. After all, he's turned into quite a handsome young man." She paused for a breath and took another sip of wine. "Of course I thought it would be someone like Beverly Friedman, not a woman older than his mother." "Ouch, that hurt" Cathy thought. "Then again, at least I don't have to worry that you're going to show up at the front door with a baby in your arms and looking for Glen." she paused a second then added. "I don't do I?" "No." Cathy said quietly. "That's good. Now where was I? Oh yes, eventually I began to look at it all as a positive thing. Glen seems to have a lot more confidence around women now, in fact he's got a girlfriend up at camp and they've even slept together already." Another pause, another drink. "I wonder if I'd feel the same way if I'd had a 17 year old daughter instead and you were a 41 year old man. Probably not. I realize that's somewhat hypocritical, but then so are so many things in life." For the first time since Sabrina asked her bombshell question, Cathy let out a sigh of relief. It was looking like she could talk her way out of this. She'd admit it was a mistake and promise that nothing like that would ever happen again. "Glen didn't tell me any of this by the way." Sabrina continued. "I know he promised he'd keep it a secret and I wouldn't want you to think he was a liar." The redhead took a final long pull on her glass, emptying the contents. The moments passed as she let the older woman wonder how she found out about that lust filled June afternoon. "Every since he was 12 and we got him his first computer, Glen's kept a journal on it." Sabrina finally began to explain. "He got the idea from that TV show about the kid doctor. Anyway, every single night he's made an entry. Every secret of his life goes into it. He even emails his daily entries from his laptop to the PC in his room. I guess he feels that way he won't be tempted to edit them later." "And you read his diary?" Cathy asked. "Yes, I know it's an invasion of privacy and all that." Sabrina said, "But if that's the price I pay for keeping my son out of trouble then I'll gladly pay it. That's how I know about his new love as well." "You think he'd encrypt something like that, computer genius that he is." Cathy said, thinking after she finished that it sounded like she was making fun of him. "Oh he does." his mother said. "But Glen is nothing if not a person of habit. He hasn't changed the password to those files since he was 13. Even back then, it only took me a few days to figure out the password was the dog's name." "So can I assume that you're now all right with all this." Cathy said, holding her breath as she waited for an answer. "Yeah, pretty much so." Sabrina smiled at last. "Thank God!" Cathy said. "I'd really hate to lose your friendship. It really means a lot to me." "I just wanted to have my say about it." Sabrina concluded. "Then we'll put it behind us." "Great!" Cathy replied with relief as she took a large drink of wine, emptying her own glass. "Now, Anne O' Donnell, that I really found interesting." Sabrina abruptly changed the subject as Cathy once more gagged on her drink. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Cathy mentally repeated to herself as she felt like she'd fallen from the proverbial frying pan into the fire. "Don't worry." Sabrina said reassuringly. "I don't care if you wrote those stories. Who do you think I am, Dolores?" The renewed image of what someone like Dolores could do with the knowledge of Cathy's authorship sent a shiver down her back. "Actually, I thought most of them were pretty good." she went on. "I printed out hard copies of them all and took them on the cruise with me in a binder. I told Tom it was some work from the office that I wanted to catch up on while I got some sun. He thought it rather silly that I'd take something like that on vacation but since I only read it while he was playing cards or such, he really didn't mind. In fact, since I came to bed incredibly horny every night, he really didn't mind about anything." Cathy couldn't help but notice the wicked smile on Sabrina's face. "It took almost the whole two weeks to read the forty nine stories, I wondered where you ever found the time to do it all." "Well I've been doing it for a couple of years now." Cathy offered in way of explanation. "Really?" the younger woman went on. "I also recognized more than a few characters based on common acquaintances. It must have been fun putting then in such interesting situations?" "Actually, yes it was." "One thing I did find somewhat curious." Sabrina noted as she poured more yet wine for both of them. "How come there weren't any characters based on me? If nothing else, the fact that a great many of the women in your tales have red hair should've qualified me in that regard." "I guess I couldn't think of you in that manner." came the explanation as Cathy drank some more wine as well. "Really?" Sabrina said in surprise. "Could it be that you didn't want to write about me because it was too close to what you really wanted? Could it be that you wanted me for real and not just in an erotic fantasy." Between the numerous glasses of wine and the topic of conversation, Cathy was beginning to feel somewhat uncomfortable. She really wasn't used to being on the defensive. "Would you be shocked if I told you that you're not the only one who's had female lovers in her life?" Sabrina suddenly said. Cathy's mouth opened wide in surprise. It was almost the last thing she would've ever expected Sabrina was to admit to. The only thing that would've shocked her more would've been an admission of incest. "Based on all the writings of Anne O' Donnell that I read from Glen's computer, I'm sure I've nowhere near the experience that you've had. But all told, I've had three women as lovers. She paused and could see the unasked questions on Cathy's face. Sabrina knew she wanted to ask about her affairs but was torn between that urge and her desire not to push too deep. Sabrina was more than happy to tell more, thinking that she'd gone this far and saw no reason to stop now. "The first was when I was 19, back while I still lived in England." she began. "It was a year after Glen was born and I was still going to the University. My boyfriend, Glen's father, had disappeared when I became pregnant. It was all I could do to keep it all together." "You mean Tom isn't Glen's father?" asked the older woman. "No, he's not." her friend answered. "And that's something no one in town knows - not even Glen. It was something Tom and I decided a long time ago." "I've already forgotten it." Cathy said. "Good. Like I said, it was real tough going back then. Sometimes when I take the life style I live now too much for granted, I think about those months of trying to get by on a twenty pounds sterling a week and it puts it all in perspective." Cathy continued to listen, fascinated by the story as she opened a second bottle of wine and refilled their glasses. "As you might've imagined, my parents were somewhat upset with my pregnancy. Still, even with the circumstances, they loved being grandparents. Mom was more than happy to take care of the baby while I continued school and worked at the cinema at night." "That was were I met Amanda Nelson. She worked the concession stand with me. In spite of the 15 years between us, we became very good friends. Eventually, we became a lot more. I suppose in hindsight it would be easy to say that she seduced me, but the reality was that we were both recovering from recent losses and just found solace in each other's bed." "Nine months later I met Thomas Drake. Despite the fact that he like Amanda was much older than me, we were married less than a year later. Six months after the wedding I found myself pregnant again and when the opportunity to relocate to his Corporation's American offices came up, we jumped at it. Both of us decided that a new clean start was just what we needed." "Michael was the first American born Drake. When he turned one I went back to school and got my degree. It was also there that I had my second bisexual affair with another student. It wasn't anything serious, more recreation sex than anything else - just enough to deal with the stress of being wife, mother and student." "The last time was right here in Cedar Grove." Sabrina said as she made a sweeping gesture with her wine glass. "I guess that was more or less right after you moved here. I can't tell you much about that one because, aside from it being the most brief, the woman involved still lives here in town. We were only together a few times and she decided after that she really wasn't comfortable with the idea. And before you ask, yes you do know her but that's all I'm going to say on that subject." "Amazing!" Cathy thought as she was about to take another sip of wine then decided she'd had too much already. "There was so much I didn't know about my best friend. Then again, there was so much she didn't know about me either." "I guess it's only fair that I share a few secrets as well." she replied. "That is unless you wouldn't be interested." "Oh I'm sure I'd be very interested." Sabrina replied as she made herself a little more comfortable on the high stool next to Cathy and took another taste of wine. Unlike her older friend, she hadn't reached her limit. Cathy thought about it all for a few moments and then started at the beginning, as good a place to start as any. She told her how she'd had her first experience with a woman. When she was 17, she'd gotten a summer job at a lingerie store in the local mall. Her boss, who was also the owner, was a rather attractive woman named Elizabeth whom Cathy suspected was a lesbian. One night after they'd completed the inventory of some new merchandise, they'd celebrated on some wine and cheese from one of the mall's upscale delicatessens. The conversation had drifted to sex and Cathy had confided that she had stronger feelings for women she knew that any of the guys she dated. Like in Sabrina's case, it would be too easy to say that Elizabeth had seduced her. After all, how could a teenage girl be the aggressor with a 39 year old woman. But true be told, Cathy had definitely been the dominant party that night and had begun an affair that lasted over a year. Even before her fling with Liz had run its course, Cathy had a few more lovers. They came in all sizes and shapes - diversity seemed to bring an added excitement to it all. The one thing that they all had in common was that they were all much older than she was. Girls her own age really didn't appeal to her at all. This pattern continued for a number of years. She still dated men as well and even had a few affairs with them. She couldn't complain about the sex because that was always fun regardless of her partner's gender. It was just that she couldn't find the same satisfaction in other aspects of a relationship with a man. By the time she was 30, Cathy had all but given up attempting relationships with men and dated women exclusively. In fact by that point, it had been almost five years since she'd had sex with a man. She didn't view it as a defeat or anything like that, merely as an acceptance of how her life had progressed. Then in late '88 she'd come home from the Club Med in Martinique with a new lover, Carol Donohue. A reporter for a New York Newspaper, they'd struck up a friendship and decided to spent some time together when they got home. Neither had any illusions that their relationship was based on anything but great sex,. But as long as they both were happy with that - that was enough. They were making love in her bedroom the afternoon they got home when they were interrupted by Carol's younger brother. He had been checking on her apartment while she was away and thought she wasn't coming home until the weekend. Jim had known his sister was a lesbian since he was 19 so he wasn't shocked on finding her in bed with another woman. As least he took it as well as any guy would when he walked in on his sister with her face buried between someone else's legs. After apologies on both sides, Carol made them lunch. During table talk, they discovered that Cathy and Jim had a common passion for both history and science fiction. Out of that somewhat auspicious beginning developed a friendship that grew to love. A love that told Cathy that she'd found the soulmate she'd always craved and she wasn't about to lose him simply because he hadn't turned out to be the gender she'd expected. Less than a year later they were married, their daughter was born thirteen months after that. Every day was a new adventure for them and as long as her somewhat extracurricular sexual activities were confined to women, Jim was able to accept them. She really couldn't explain to someone else as to how their marriage remained strong under those circumstances, it was enough to say that it did. "And how did he feel about you and Glen?" Sabrina asked as she put down her glass and then pushed it away. "Or didn't you tell him about that." "Yes, I told him." she answered. "I think the fact that I was with another man and tried to hide it would cause more damage than if I told him. I can't say he was overjoyed about it, but he said he understood the passions that drove me and would accept that it would never happen again." "I knew that you'd led a rather interesting life, but not that fascinating." Sabrina remarked. "I almost feel jealous." "Don't. There were more than a few major downsides as well. I just don't dwell on the negatives." "So here we are." Sabrina said. "So here we are." Cathy repeated. "And where do we go from here?" Sabrina seemed to think about it for a few fleeting moments. Then she leaned across the short nineteen inches that separated their two chair and kissed her long time friend. Unlike the hundreds of kisses they'd exchanged over the many years of their friendship, this one was full of lust and passion. The soft caress of Sabrina's lips against her own caught Cathy momentarily by surprise, but she'd have to stress the momentary aspect of her astonishment. By the time she felt the pressure of her friend's tongue between those lips, she was more than willing to open and admit it. Returning all the enthusiasm that her friend was putting into the kiss, Cathy was sorry to have it end and immediately returned the affectionate touch. As she did, she felt an equally gentle hand embrace her breast, lightly kneading them and squeezing her nipples. The dark haired woman placed her hand over Sabrina's and guided it to her heart. "You were saying, where do we go from here?" Sabrina said in a soft whisper as their lips parted. "Yes." Cathy answered in an equally low tone, her head swimming from the effect of both the kiss and the wine. "Why don't we go up to your bedroom?" Sabrina suggested. "I'm sure we'll be much more comfortable there." The beaming grin on Cathy's face showed that she thought that was a very delightful suggestion indeed. Like two children who'd suddenly given the keys to a candy store, the women raced through the house and up the spiral staircase. Cathy won the mini-race and as a reward Sabrina reached up and around from behind and took hold of her breasts. She slipped her nimble fingers under the thin material of the older woman's bikini top, playing those skillful digits across her already hardened nipples. Cathy spun around in her arms and kissed her fiercely. Both women quickly undid each other's tops and both garments dropped to the floor. Continuing to exchange kisses, they rubbed their breasts against each other, generating a friction heat that they knew was only the beginning. "Mmm, that feels nice." Sabrina purred as Cathy rubbed her smaller mounds against the taller woman's tanned globes, making nipple to nipple contact. "How'd you like to start with a massage?" Cathy asked. "I thought this was a massage." Sabrina grinned. "It gets better." Cathy answered. "Why don't you lay down on the bed." With a silent smile, Sabrina complied with the request and stretched out on the soft top sheet. Her naked breasts pressed into the bed, Sabrina began to reach down and pull off her panties. "No, I'll do that." Cathy said as she reached down and stop her tanned hands. Joining her friend on the mattress, Cathy straddled her and began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned over and began to kiss her way down her back. She started at her neck and slowly transversed the warm flesh with both her fingers and lips, whispering terms of endearment as she went. As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Sabrina's breasts and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she reached the top edge of Sabrina's bikini briefs, she took hold of the waistband with her teeth and pulled them down, exposing the plump tanned cheeks of Sabrina's ass. The woman beneath her lifted herself a few inches off the surface of the bed to allow Cathy to draw the briefs down and off her legs. "This is a surprise." Cathy chuckled as she looked down and spotted a teddy bear tattoo on the fatty part of Sabrina's left cheek. On impulse she kissed it. A new series of kisses followed as Cathy covered both cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at the crack between her valley and went down and across to the hairy red mound on the other end. Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she exposed Sabrina's sex and pressed her tongue deep within her. "Ooooo" Sabrina moaned as she again lifted herself to give greater access. With all the skill she'd gained over the last twenty-four years, Cathy played her new lover's pussy like a musical instrument. Each motion of her slippery tongue sent little charges of electricity through her friend. She savored the taste that coated her tongue, a delight she wouldn't have ever dared hoped for, even in her dreams. As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew there were still many pleasures she wanted to share with her new love. She spun Sabrina over and turned her own body around so that the tanned woman would have access to her own cunt. She easily slid the remains of her own bathing suit to the floor and once more climbed on top. Sabrina stared in fascination at the sight of her friend's naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. She hadn't seen a naked pussy since she was in junior high school, and even then it had been a distant look in the girl's showers. Her son's description of it in his journal didn't do it justice. It was beautiful. The scent of Cathy's sex was almost overpowering, and to her delight she learned with her first lick that the taste was all she hoped it would be. Cathy lowered her pelvis, so that Sabrina could have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave Sabrina free reign, allowing her to set the pace of her actions. Slowly at first, Sabrina licked her lover, exploring her womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken the pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little ripples throughout Cathy's body. As they slowly built in intensity, Cathy knew they would eventually lead to orgasm. Satisfied that Sabrina was comfortable and well on her way, Cathy turned her attentions back to the now saturated mound before her own mouth. Parting Sabrina's lips, she quickly went to work and expertly matched Sabrina's rhythm. Their bodies were in sync as they heaved and sweated in a building passion. The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Cathy that Sabrina was definitely a diamond in the raw. What would she be like with some more practice. As she felt herself cresting, the 41 year pressed her naked cunt down against Sabrina's face, while simultaneously driving her own tongue as deep inside Sabrina as it would go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and as powerful as any Cathy had experienced. They lay there wrapped in each other's embrace, gathering their energies for a few minutes. Both knew the best was yet to come. "Know what turned me on the most in your stories?" Sabrina said as she stroked her lover's breasts. "The way some of the women in your stories used toys. You know, dildo's and such. Do you have things like that?" Cathy smiled and leaned over the side of the bed. From the bottom draw of the night table, the dark haired woman withdrew a bright red string bag. She undid the laces and dumped the contents on the bed. "Take your pick?" she laughed. "Oh my." Sabrina said as she looked at the collection spread out in front of her. There were assorted vibrators, as well as a variety of dildos - both stand alone and strap ons. Also in evidence were a few light bondage items such as cloth restraints and a blindfold. Cathy had to conceal a laugh as Sabrina picked up each item and examined it. It was obvious that it was the first time she had actually seen some of these items. Finally she picked up a strap on in each hand and held them up. One was a small thin model, the other long and thick. "I guess one size doesn't fit all." she giggled. "Well actually, that one's an anal model." Cathy said, indicating the smaller version. "Yuck!" Sabrina grimaced as she dropped it back on the bed. "I could never get into that." "As a matter of fact, that one belongs to Jim." Cathy added. "Jim?" Sabrina repeated. "Why would Jim need a.....? Then it hit her. The dildo wasn't for Jim to use on Cathy...it was for her to use on him. She picked it up and examined it again. Looking back at her friend, Sabrina mentally pictured her wearing the strap on and fucking her husband. Surprisingly, she found the image highly erotic. "Can we try this one?" she asked, indicating the larger one. "Of course we can." Cathy replied. "Do you want to wear it or should I? "Could you wear it?" Sabrina asked, a sense of hunger evident in her voice. The tone of her voice was a familiar one to Cathy, but one that she would never have previously associated with her friend. It was the voice of a submissive. Cathy had know enough female submissives in her life to recognize it instantly. Thinking about it later, the sudden revelation would seem like less of a surprise. It wasn't that uncommon for people who had to be so responsible and in control all the time liked to be the total opposite sexually. Falling right into what was a familiar role, Cathy held the dildo against her pussy and began to simulate a male masturbation motion. She shook the rubber cock a few times to get Sabrina's attention, not that it wasn't glued to the artificial prick. "Why don't you come over and give "big boy" here a little suck." she said. "Get him nice and hard!" Sabrina crawled across the bed and took Cathy's "cock" into her mouth. Slowly she slid it deep inside her mouth, covering it with saliva. Running her tongue up and down the length, she began to act as if it were real. With all the skill she exhibited on the false phallus, Cathy would've been begging for more had it been real. "You're a real cock-sucker, aren't you?" Cathy laughed as she got turned on even more watching Sabrina swallow the full length of her "cock" once again. With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the dildo and pulled it from the redhead's eager mouth. Slipping her legs through the straps, she began to pull them tight. "Baby, get ready for the fucking of your life!" Cathy said as the last strap tightened as far as it would go and the dildo sat flush against her pussy, giving her the appearance of a first class hard on. Looking over her shoulder to watch Cathy adjust the straps of the rubber phallic, Sabrina assumed a doggy position across the bed. Cathy was right in guessing that,deep inside, she'd always had a secret submissive streak. Always having to be in control all the time was no fun. For once she'd like to just let go. >From a blue tube that was in the bag, Cathy smeared a large amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between Sabrina's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening. "Oooo" moaned Sabrina as she felt the initial intrusion. Cathy pressed her naked body up against the back of Sabrina's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now saturated tunnel. "Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Cathy whispered into Sabrina's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this." she added with a kiss. With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Sabrina's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her. "Aaaaa!" Sabrina yelled as she felt herself being penetrated. "Relax." Cathy said as she eased the dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt. Cathy reach around and rubbed her fingers against Sabrina's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Sabrina's cunt helped distract her from the pain as Cathy began to thrust deeper within her with an ever increased frequency. Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Cathy could feel the walls of Sabrina's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more time. "You love this, don't you?" Cathy asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her. "Oh yes," Sabrina panted as she began to match Cathy's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her. Cathy slid her hands up and down Sabrina's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used then to pull Sabrina against her time after time. Cathy always got off fucking other women in this way, she loved to be in control. An added dimension to Sabrina's enjoyment was the thought that it was right here on this same bed a few weeks ago that her son had fucked a woman for the very first time. Not just any woman, but the lust filled bitch that was fucking her with abandon. Cathy pushed Sabrina's head and shoulders down across the oversized pillows, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex. Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Cathy grabbed Sabrina's long hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Cathy pressed her lips hard against the helpless woman beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss. "Deeper." Sabrina gasped as Cathy's tongue slid out of her mouth. Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Cathy to get any more inside Sabrina. At least in the position they were in. "On the floor!" Cathy commanded as she pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!" Not even giving Sabrina time to comply, the younger woman pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs. Sabrina screamed in ecstasy as Cathy drove the dildo its full length within her. Cathy's smaller mounds pressed hard against Sabrina's globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched. Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Cathy's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath her, Sabrina was lost in a similar state. Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Cathy was taken by surprise when Sabrina reached up with her legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock. "Fuck me!" Sabrina screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Cathy wondered it she could be heard out on the street. One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them. Sabrina drove her nails deep into Cathy's back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Cathy continued to plummet the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control. Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled. As has been written many times, all good things must end and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and their sweat drenched bodies began to untangle from each other. Sabrina was still aware of the massive cock- toy still filling ever inch of her cavity. The feeling was so unlike that she had after a violent love session with a man. Usually she was faced with a small feeling of disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip from her. Instead it was now a constant reminder of the joy she had just experienced. Cathy was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on from within Sabrina. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest. "Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Sabrina said as she sat up and leaned against Cathy's sweaty naked form. "I can't believe how much fun that was." "I thought you'd like it." Cathy said as she ran her finger along the length of her toy cock and then brought the now wet digit up to her mouth. "Mmmm, finger licking good." she quipped. "I wish we'd done this years ago." Sabrina sighed as she rested her head on Cathy's shoulder. "No sense regretting yesterday." Cathy said. "Not when every tomorrow is a new adventure." "You know, you never answered my question?" Sabrina said as she kissed Cathy's cheek. "What was that?" Cathy asked. "Was Glen a good fuck?" Cathy thought about it for a long moment as she ran her fingers across Sabrina's breasts. Then she tilted her head close to her lover's and whispered. "Yes he was, but not as good a fuck as his mother." Dropping her head back and closing her eyes, Cathy promised herself that unlike that afternoon with Glen, this performance was definitely going to be repeated. END Deja Vu Part One by Ann Douglas (AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com) "Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young blonde haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with excitement. "Two days from now I'm going to be in Europe." "Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've accomplished." "I don't think Mother would agree with you on that." Jenny D'Angelo replied. "She thinks the entire trip is a colossal waste of money." "Your mother thinks everything is a waste of money." Connie D'Angelo laughed. "And besides, it's my money that's paying for this trip, so she doesn't have anything to complain about." With that, Jenny joined in the laughter. She knew she really shouldn't be enjoying a joke at her mother's expense, but she couldn't help it. In many ways, Connie had always been closer to her than her mother. Despite the 38 years separating them, they were more like girlfriends than family. The trip to Europe had been Connie's idea. She had been so impressed when Jenny graduated from High School a year early and then gained acceptance to an Ivy League College. In addition to covering all the expenses for three months on the continent, Connie was also buying Jenny a new wardrobe for the trip. Between the two of them, they had two shopping bags full. The rest of what they had bought would be delivered to Connie's tomorrow. Knowing her daughter-in- law would have something to say about all the new clothes, Connie had wisely put her own address on the deliveries. "It's still early, what say we head over to Kou-Feng's for lunch." Connie suggested. "Great." Jenny responded. "But only if you let me treat you this time." "All right." was the reply. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * An hour and a half later, the two women had lunch behind them and were headed down Main St. Along the way, both women turned men's heads. An action that they both took so much for granted that neither gave it much thought. Jenny was 5'5", with long blonde hair that ran to the midpoint of her back. Deeply tanned, she wore a pretty yellow blouse and a short blue skirt. A firm set of breasts pressed against the yellow material, highlighting a youthful, athletic figure. She had been on the gymnastics team in school and all the hours spent practicing were self-evident. Standing a few inches taller than her granddaughter, Connie long ago gave up trying to keep a slim figure. Instead she had concentrating on keeping her body firm and hard. Extra pounds she may have gained over the years, but very little of it was fat. She worked out as much as she could, maintaining a form that most woman her age could only envy. Blessed with a more than full figured bust when still in her teens, she couldn't defy the long term effects of the laws of gravity. But no one said that she had to submit to them without a fight. What gray that dared appeared in her hair was banished by frequent trips to her hairdressers. Connie wanted to put as much as she could into this last day she would spend with her beloved granddaughter. She was really going to miss Jenny, but glad she was able to give her the opportunity to travel. She had considered going along with her, but eventually rejected the idea. Better Jenny go with the other girls from her school. It would be a better experience letting her be on her own. It had taken all her authority as the matriarch of the D'Angelo family to get Jenny's parents to agree to the trip. Stephen, her son, had been more than willing to let Jenny go. He had a great deal of faith in his daughter, and knew that he could trust her accordingly. Stephen's wife Barbara, on the other hand, had been opposed to the trip from day one. It was a waste of money she'd said. A young girl couldn't be trusted out on her own. Why when she was her age.... Connie remembered all too well what Barbara, or Babs as she liked to be called then, was like at that age. She was a simple minded blonde airhead that more than lived up to the stereotype. She was, Connie believed, her son's one great mistake in his life. Try as she could, Connie had been unable to keep him from being swayed by a pretty face and a big set of boobs. Nothing that could have come out of her mouth was going to carry more weight than the things Babs was doing with hers. So she had reluctantly watched when they married at 19. A year later, she could almost forgive Babs for marrying her son when she gave birth to Jenny. It turned out that Babs, now calling herself Barbara once again, couldn't find the time among all her social activities to give Jenny all the attention she deserved. Over the last 17 years, Connie had been more than happy to fill the void. "I've copied down all the places you told me to see." Jenny said as they crossed the intersection. "Sometimes I wish you were going with me." "We've already gone over that." Connie said as she stepped onto the curb. "You'll have a much better time with your friends." She added, wondering if she really believed that. "Maybe, but I wish......." "Hey Jenny, Jenny D'Angelo!" Said a strong masculine voice from the right of the two women. Jenny turned around and saw the tall dark haired young man who had called her. He stood about 6'1" and had short curly black hair. The muscles of his chest and arms were highly defined and it was obvious that he took exercise seriously. The blue T-shirt he wore clung to him like a second skin. Legs as well developed as his arms stretched out from a pair of red shorts. "Hi Jenny." He repeated. "Jack!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped forward and gave him a sisterly hug. "When did you get back?" "Last week, I'm staying at my mom's." Jack answered. "It's so good to see you again." Jenny continued, her eyes never leaving his face. "You too," He replied. "I heard how you graduated a year early. I knew you could do it." "Thanks." Jenny beamed. "So what are you doing now." "Football scholarship at State." Jack answered. "But I still need to work during the summer to cover some of the extras." He added as he handed her one of the flyers he had been passing out. A quiet cough from behind Jenny reminded her of her grandmother's presence. Slightly red at her oversight, she turned and introduced her. "Grandmother, this is Jack Marziatto." She said. "Jack, this my grandmother, Connie D'Angelo. Jenny continued turning back to Jack. "Jack and I both went to school together, he graduated last year." She continued. "That's something that your granddaughter deserves most of the credit for." Jack interjected. "If not for her tutoring, I'd have been in the fifth year of high school instead of the freshman year at State. "You passed the exams." Jenny laughed. "I just helped you study." "Marziatto, I used to know a Marziatto family a long time ago." Connie said as she looked at the young man's face, a strange look on her own. "They lived over on 10 St." "That would've been my grandparents." Jack answered. "They moved over to Bakersville in the early sixties. My parents moved back here about ten years ago when I was 9." "Come to think of it, I only remember the Marziatto's having four daughters." Connie remarked. "How could you have the same last name?" Part Two "Well that's a little piece of the family skeleton." Jack replied, the humor in his voice showing that he had no problem dismissing the long ago scandal as anything but ancient history. "Grandma got divorced after being married about five years. It was such a messy divorced that she had both her son's names legally changed to Marziatto." "And your grandfather was?" Connie asked, a look of anticipation on her face. "Johnny Coravelli." He replied. "Why, did you know him too?" Connie's face now went pale as all the blood seemed to drain from it. She felt dizzy for a second and had to take a moment to compose herself. "Grandmother!" Jenny called out as she saw her stagger for a moment. "I'm OK," She lied. "Just felt dizzy for a moment. Getting old can be a real bitch at times." She added with a laugh. "I'm sorry, Jack." She said as she took a deep breath and regained control of herself. "You were saying?" "His name was Johnny Coravelli." He repeated. "In fact I was named for him. My dad didn't share grandma's aversion to his memory. Did you know him?" "I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell." The older woman said. "It was a very long time ago after all." "I guess so." Jack said. "I'm sure if you'd known him you'd remember. He was a musician. My dad told me he was quite a character. Always getting into some kind of trouble or another. I met him a few times a couple of years ago. That really set off grandma. I can still hear her going on about what a good for nothing he was. Then, when he got me a tattoo for my 16th birthday, she really went through the roof." "He got you a tattoo?" Jenny gasped. "Just a little one." Jack said as he pushed up the left sleeve of his shirt, revealing a small blue shark on his upper biceps. "He had one just like it." "He must've been quiet a character indeed." Connie remarked as she stared at the tattoo, trying to sound dispassionate. "That he was. It's a pity he passed away last year. He was only 57. The doctor said it was too many years of abusing his body with one thing or another." "Well its good to see that you don't take after him in that respect." Connie noted, taking another long good look at the young man. "No, I try to take care of myself." He answered. "But that's way too much about me." Jack concluded as he turned to Jenny. "What about you, what have you been doing?" Connie didn't seem to hear as Jenny told Jack all about her impending trip to Europe and how she would be going away to college in the fall. The older woman's attention was riveted on the muscular young man. She seemed to be studying every feature of his face, something she hadn't done in a long long time. "I guess I've kept you much too long." Jack finally said. With that, Connie finally snapped back to her surroundings. "You must have a lot of things to do before your trip and I've got to get back to handing these things out." He concluded as he indicated the pile of flyers in his hand. Connie took one of the flyers and glanced at it. It was an advertisement for a small group of college boys, calling themselves, Jocks Inc., who hired themselves out to do odd jobs over the summer. She recognized the masthead, she had hired two of them last year to paint the guest house. It was a good way for them to raise money for school. With a smile and a wave, Jenny said good- bye. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Soon they reached the parking lot where they had left Connie's car. After storing the bags in the trunk, Connie slid behind the wheel. No sooner had they pulled out into traffic when Connie turned to her granddaughter. "A really nice young man." She remarked. "Very good looking too. Are you sure all you did was tutor him?" "Well...we did go out a few times." Jenny admitted. "But nothing really came of it." "Did you sleep with him?" Connie asked nonchalantly. "Grandmother!" Jenny shot back in a mixture of mock anger and surprise. It wasn't that Connie had asked if she had sexual relations that surprised Jenny. It was that she had asked about if she had done it with someone specific. Something she had never done before. After all, it had been Connie that she had come to last year when she had decided that she was old enough to make that decision on her own. Knowing that Barbara's attitude on the subject was, "Well if she's going to do it, what can I do about it," Connie again took her mother's place. She'd sat Jenny down and explained to her the pro and cons of being sexually active. Of how she thought she had all the answers when she was Jenny's age, when in reality she had been very ignorant. It didn't take a mathematical genius to figure out that Jenny's father had been born six months after the wedding. That all said, she had made an appointment for her at one of the best Gynecologists in town and had the doctor help her choose the best form of birth control for her. "Oh Jack and I made out all right." She finally replied, enjoying the ease she could talk to her grandmother about anything. "But in the end we decided that sleeping together wouldn't be the right thing to do. I'm really not looking for just a good fuck, I want there to be something more between us. Jack was enough of a friend to understand that. I mean, I'm sure the sex would've been great. But I want to be able to have something else afterwards. Jack's the complete opposite. He just wants to have a little fun, and not have to worry too much about tomorrow. Once we got that worked out, we became great friends." "I see." Was Connie's only reply. Part Three * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It had only been a week since Jenny had left for London and already Connie missed her terribly. She had talked to her on the phone a few hours ago and was overjoyed to know that she was having a great time. Yet no sooner had the receiver dropped back on the cradle when she was again filled with an emptiness. "I should have never given up control of the restaurants." Connie said out loud to herself as she turned off the television. "At least that would've given me something to occupy my time." Five years before, on her fiftieth birthday, Connie had turned over the control of the three D'Angelo restaurants to her children. In addition to Stephen, she had a second son named Peter who was now 35. Her daughter Angela had just turned 31. Aside from Jenny's mother, Connie was more than pleased with her children's marriages. Each of her children had been given a share in their own restaurant as well as operational control. Connie of course retained majority control of D'Angelo Enterprises. Hers was still the final word. She owned that much to her late husband. Vinnie had literally worked himself to death, suffering a fatal heart attack when he was only 46. It was his dream to see the single family restaurant that he'd inherited from his own father grow into a chain. Connie had made sure that dream had come true. It was her distrust of Barbara that caused her to hold her shares. Deep down, she believed that her daughter in law didn't have the desire for hard work that running the restaurants required. If she had any real control, she would quickly be pushing the other's to sell out for a fast buck. Peter and Angela understood that. When Connie died, her shares would skip a generation and be split between the 7 grandchildren. She had arranged for trust funds for all of them. Each would get their full shares on their 21st birthday. Connie loved all her grandchildren, but it was always Jenny that occupied a special place in her heart. She was more like a daughter than a granddaughter, a reflection of what Connie was like when she was that young. "When I was that young." Connie repeated to herself. "When I was that young I definitely wasn't sitting around the house feeling sorry for myself." With that, she rose from the chair and went looking for her address book. What she needed was a little companionship. Maybe even a little roll in the sack. Connie had hardly been celibate in the dozen years of her widowhood. She'd been actively pursued by a number of men, even taken a few as lovers. But most lost interest when they finally discovered that if marriage was a possibility, any control of D'Angelo's wasn't. Twice in the last ten years she'd even had one night stands with younger men. Both times with the summer help that she hired to fill in for her waiters when they went on vacation. The young men never stood long and no one ever knew. It gave her an ego boost to know she could still satisfy a younger man. In fact, during her first year of widowhood, Connie had even had a brief lesbian fling with Maria Fortunato, one of her neighbors. It was Maria who had initiated the affair and Connie had been curious enough to let it develop. Most people thought it was so nice for Maria, a widow in her own right, to spent so much time with Connie during that difficult first year. No one ever suspected what was really going on. When the traditional mourning period finally ended, the men began to call once again and the affair faded of its own accord. It had been an interesting experience to say the least and had helped fill a temporary void in her life. Connie made a few calls, but had no luck. It was already Friday night and most of them men she knew had already made plans for the weekend. Those that she knew would be available were available for good reason and she wasn't that desperate. Putting the book back down, Connie picked up the light blue advertisement sitting next to it on her desk. It was the flyer she had been given by Jenny's friend. She remembered that she had called them the other day to hire one of the boys to work on her patio deck this weekend. Bill Ross or something like that, was the boy they had told her would be coming. Just as well she stood home tonight. "Maybe I should have just asked them to send me over a young stud." Connie laughed to herself. Her laugh filled the room for a few seconds, then silence returned. The house once again seemed very empty. "You are definitely getting to be a horny old lady, Connie D'Angelo." Connie thought as she dropped the sheet onto the table. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Late that night, long after dinner, Connie found herself unable to sleep. Uneasy with the whole idea of sleeping pills, she instead poured herself a glass of wine. Still, sleep would not come. By the time she was on her second glass, she decided to do a little of that cleaning out of the basement storage she had been doing on and off for the last two months. Connie carried a box of mementos up from the basement. She hadn't looked at this old junk in almost 30 years. Yet lately she had begun to feel nostalgic. Sipping her drink, she was surprised that most of it was in such good condition. She had Vinnie to thank for that. He figured that these things would mean something to her someday and had been very careful in packing them away. They were the memories of a young girl named Connie Esposito, and of a time and place far away. Shifting through the layers of the past, the dark haired woman found a stack of old 45's. Removing the plastic wrap around them, she smiled as she read off the labels. Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, Buddy Holly, Little Anthony and the Imperials, The Monotones, Fats Domino, and of course Elvis. A bright smile on her lips, Connie thought of those long ago days when she and her girlfriends had visions of passion listening to such hits as Peggy Sue, Book of Love, Blueberry Hill and Why do fools fall in love? "I haven't heard some of these in years." She said out loud. "I wonder if they are still good?" As she placed one of the small records on the entertainment center's turntable, Connie wondered what her grandchildren and their MTV oriented friends would think of this music? Placing the needle on the first grove, she concluded that they would no doubt view them in much the say way she had viewed her parents big band albums. Old fogey music! As the sounds of her girlhood drifted across the room, Connie went back to the storage container. Various books were soon piled alongside the case, along with piles of snapshots. Finally, at the bottom of the box, Connie found what she'd been searching for. Remarkably preserved, it was a framed color 11 x 14 photograph. In it were four young men in blue jackets. It was obvious that they were musicians from the instruments they carried. Standing next to and in front of the quartet were three young girls. The dark blue lettering on the drumhead read "Johnny and the Bluecoats" Focusing on each individual band member, Connie finally stopped at the tall dark haired lad on the far right. He was obviously the leader, you could tell that just from his bearing in the photo. His name... was Johnny Coravelli. And except for his greased back hair, he could've almost been his grandson's twin. "Johnny, Johnny." Connie said to herself with a wide smile. "You always were a hunk." Dropping back into her heavily cushioned chair, Connie reverently ran her fingers across the bottom of the wooden frame. One by one, the names of the other band members filtered through her mind. Vito Rossini, Dominic Laruso and Danny Giordano. They were on the way up in those days, the early days of Rock N' Roll. All they had needed was one lucky break. And for a while it looked they might just get it. Along with the guys were her two best girlfriends in the whole world. Tina Marie Cerani and Jill Barusso. The third girl in the photo, the one hanging on to Johnny was of course as familiar as the closest mirror. Free of the lines of age and full of youthful exuberance, the face was her own. Connie chuckled as she looked at her younger self. Hair pulled back into a pony tail, a tight blue sweater and a poodle skirt. That outfit used to cause her mother to cross herself every time she saw her in it. Preoccupied with the photo, Connie didn't notice the record had finished. Her thoughts were no longer here in this room. Closing her eyes, Connie could hear the magical music of the Bluecoats. She could see the crowds and feel the excitement of being there on the verge of success. Most of all, she remembered how wonderful it felt to have everyone know she was Johnny's girl. Her mind began to drift further and further away as her need for sleep and the wine took her back to days long gone. To one special night in particular. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Part Four "Oh Johnny." The young 16 year old moaned as she felt the boy's hand slip under her blouse and cup her naked breast. "Oh baby." Johnny replied as he ran his fingers across Connie's nipples. "You feel so nice." With practiced skill, the dark haired 19 year old undid the buttons of the young girl's blouse. She could feel the excitement in his voice. She knew tonight would be the night. Tonight she would become a woman. "Oh God, Connie!" Johnny exclaimed as he undid the last button and her blouse fell away. Seconds later her bright white bra had followed the blouse to the floor. Much to the envy of most of the girls in her class, Connie had begun developing early and had continued to develop after most of them had stopped. The result was an impressive 36C bust. She had let Johnny feel it before, but this was the first time he had been able to fully appreciate it au natural. Johnny had been planning this night for weeks. His parents were away for the night, having gone into the city to see that new play "My Fair Lady." They had decided to stay overnight in a hotel and he had the house to himself. It had taken a lot of sweet talk, but tonight Connie was going to let him go all the way. "Mmmm." Johnny moaned as he kissed Connie's soft breasts. Running his tongue across her nipples, Johnny reached down and eased his free hand under the folds of her skirt and between her legs. Finding her panties wet brought an increased hardness to his cock, already straining against his pants. Pushing aside the moist material, Johnny slid his fingers inside her. "Ow!" Connie cried out at the sudden painful intrusion. "Easy!" "Relax, I know what I'm doing." Johnny said as he rubbed hard against her clit. Connie bit down until the initial pain passed and finally began to feel good. Not as good as when she did it herself though. A fact that confused the girl. She had always heard that it was supposed to be better when a boy did it. Yet no sooner had it begun to really feel good when Johnny abruptly stopped. Johnny took Connie's hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. She giggled as she felt his hardness. She rubbed it a little, bringing a soft moan from Johnny. It was her way of giving her assent without actually having to say it. It was a silly thing really, but that was the code girls lived by. Smiling, the dark haired boy broke their embrace for a moment and undid his zipper, pulling his cock out of his pants. Then he pulled off the pants and let them drop to the floor next to the couch. Connie looked in fascination at the now fully freed cock. It was erect and pointed up and outward as if it had a life of its own. She had seen it before of course, but that had always been in the dim back seat of Johnny's old '52 Ford. This was the first chance she had to see one up close and in the light. It was a lot different than the ones she and her girlfriends had looked at during a sleep over at Betty Anderson's house. Betty's father was a doctor and she had borrowed some of his medical texts. Of course none of them had been so erect! Sitting back down next to her, Johnny put her hand back on his cock. As she had done on so many nights, she closed her slim fingers around it and began to pump it up and down. The result on Johnny was immediate and pronounced. A look of pure satisfaction filled his face, both from the effect of Connie's pumping motion and the thought of the prize still to come. "Ooooh Baby, that feels so nice." The singer said in his special musical voice. "You make me feel so special." The words of encouragement caused the girl to melt and spurred her on. Doubling the speed of her hand job, she sent new sparks shooting through her boyfriend. This felt so good to Johnny that he temporarily lost sight of the night's objective. Finally, the familiar sensation that usually accompanied the climax of his own jerk off sessions brought him back to reality. He had to force himself to ask her to slow down. If she kept going like that, he would have shot his load in another minute or two. Reluctantly, he guided her hand away from his still eager cock. He had to give it a few minutes to let his body settle down. "Let's catch our breath for a minute." He said as he took the time to unbutton the rest of his own shirt and dump in on top of his pants. He never wore undershirts and was now totally nude. Connie figured she should get naked as well and began to undo the clasp of her skirt. "No, let me do that." Johnny interrupted as he replaced her hands with his own. As he leaned over to slide off her skirt, Connie saw for the first time the small blue shark tattooed on his upper biceps. "Johnny, you're a Shark?" She asked in excitement. Johnny turned and looked at the emblem on his skin as if suddenly remembering that he had it. He looked a little worried for a moment and then seeing her reaction, smiled once again. "Well, it was a while ago." He grinned. "But as they used to say, once you're a member you're one to the grave." Up until a year and a half before, The Sharks had been once of the roughest street gangs in this part of the city. It wasn't that unusual for members to either graduate to the big time, the state pen or the city morgue. There had been a shooting involving a cop and even the other local hoods had turned a blind eye as most of the gang members were hunted down. Knowing that Johnny had been part of that seemed to make Connie even more excited. Feeling very flush, Connie pulled up next to Johnny once again and cupped his balls in her hand. The fire in her eyes was plainly visible. Johnny knew this was his chance to put the stakes even higher. "Connie, baby," He asked in his most seductive tone. "Do you really love me?" "Oh course I do," She said as she leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. "What kind of silly question is that?" She laughed. "Would I be here like this if I didn't?" "Well, I was just wondering...." He said hesitantly. "Seeing as we're gonna, ... well you know..." Connie nodded her assent, but looked a little confused. She had already decided that tonight was going to be the night and had told him so. So what in the world was he talking about? "What I mean is...well I was wondering that maybe you'd want to try that other thing we talked about." He continued. "You know, the thing with the mouth...." The words had hardly come out of Johnny's mouth when Connie jumped up off the sofa and away from him. She was clearly angry and grabbed her pile of clothes on the floor. "Johnny Coravelli, how could you even ask me to do such a thing!" She yelled as she stepped away with her clothes now bundled up in her arms. "If that's the kind of thing you really want, then you can go looking for one of those whore's down by the docks!" Both Connie and her girlfriends had agreed that putting a man's cock in their mouth was the most disgusting thing that they had ever heard of. Something that only the nastiest prostitutes did. They'd no more consider doing it than their boyfriends would think of putting their mouth between a girl's legs. "Connie, honey, wait!" Johnny called out as he leapt off the couch after her. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried away! Please don't go!" The words were coming out of his mouth as fast as he could think of them. He wasn't really aware of what he was saying. Anything to keep her from getting dressed and walking out that door. With his hands on both her shoulders, he began to lightly stroke her arms and pour on the charm. "Why should I stay?" Connie asked him as she looked into his bright blue eyes. Johnny looked deep into her eyes as well. He could see the combination of lust and anger reflected there. It was like a scale perfectly balanced on the edge. His next words could cause her to go either way. He had to say the right thing or lose her forever. She was that angry. "I'll tell you why..." He said after taking a deep breath. "Because next month, the Bluecoats are going to get an audition with RCA. And if they sign us, and I really think that they will. Then we'll be on our way. Then it'll be you and me, right to the top. 1956 is going to be our year." "Oh Johnny!" Connie gushed as she dropped the pile of clothes and threw her arms around his neck. She covered his face with kisses and kept telling him how much she loved him and how happy she was going to make him. How she was going to stand by him every step of the way and when he won that first gold record she would be standing right next to him. Returning her kisses and playing with her breasts, Johnny considered trying again to get her to try it with her mouth. He wanted it so badly. She was so excited that she might change her mind. But he finally decided to take what he was sure of getting. If he got that recording contract like he was sure they would, then there was no way she could refuse to try it then. If not, then there were sure to be lots of other girls on the way to being a star. "I want you Connie," Johnny panted. "I want to love you, I want to love you right now." "Oh yes, Johnny." Connie babbled on. "I want to love you too. I want to be with you forever, I want to be with you now!" Part Five Johnny eased Connie to the floor, atop the soft pile of her clothes. She suggested that they move to the bed to be more comfortable, but he said that he didn't want to wait a moment longer. Her panties were gone in a flash and he parted her legs. Looking down, he got his own first good look at the small dark triangle he had lusted after for so long. Johnny could feel Connie tense up as he lay on top of her and positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her pussy. He shifted his weight and she eased up a little. Moving to the bed now seemed a good idea but he couldn't stop now. The bed would be good enough for a second try. Connie grunted a small cry as he forced his cock head between the lips of her maidenhood. Despite her previous lubrication, it still hurt as the membrane began to stretch. "Don't you have to wear something?" Connie suddenly asked, now immensely aware that however slightly, he was now inside her. "So we don't make a baby." "Don't worry about that," Johnny said reassuringly. "You can't get pregnant the first time, didn't anyone ever tell you that?" Connie thought about it for a second. True, her mother hadn't actually sat down with her and given her "The Talk," but she and her girlfriends had talked about guys and sex a lot. She remembered Tina Marie once saying that she had once heard that too. Also that she should make sure she drank a lot of coca cola the next morning. Something about it prevented babies too. After all, Johnny wouldn't tell her that if it wasn't true. And even if something did happen and she somehow did get pregnant, it wasn't a problem. Johnny and she were in love. They'd just get married. "Oh yeh, sure." She replied as she ran the name Mrs. Connie Coravelli over and over in her head. Another jolt of pain shot through her as Johnny push forward a little harder. This time, Connie bit down on her lip. She didn't want Johnny to think she didn't love him enough to do it. The pain eased up as Johnny slid his cock back. Then it ripped through her like a hot iron as Johnny grabbed her ass and thrust forward as hard as he could. Connie yelled at the sudden pain as she felt her hymen rip. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, born both of pain and happiness. Despite the hurt that was already fading, she was now a woman. Freed from the barrier of her virginity, Johnny began to pump in and out of the young woman as hard as he could. He put such force into each thrust that he lifted her ass off the floor each time. He could feel his heart racing like a jackhammer as his breath began to come in shallow gasps. "Oh God, you're so tight!" He yelled as he drove in her once again. Laying spread open on the floor, unsure what she should be doing while Johnny pushed in and out of her, Connie couldn't help but wish he had yelled out something more in the lines of how much he loved her. She also felt that she should be doing something other than just laying like a piece of meat for his satisfaction. But no one had ever discussed that with her. She had assumed Johnny would guide her, yet except as an object to satisfy his raging lust, he now seemed almost oblivious to her presence. Eventually, even as she just lay there, Johnny's persistent thrusts began to feel pretty good. It had started as just a nice feeling that had replaced the initial pain. Now it resembled a rising tide that brought waves of delight washing over her body. It resembled the feeling she got when she played with herself, yet at the same time it was different. Still it was getting better with each passing minute. Suddenly, Johnny stopped and his body seemed to stiffen. He uttered a loud groan and Connie felt a new sensation between her legs, centered in her new womanhood. She really didn't know how to describe it, but she was sure it had been the result of Johnny's having climaxed. A thought that was confirmed was Johnny slid out of her and rolled onto his back. He wasn't even looking at her, just staring up at the ceiling. "That was so great." He said. "That was it?" Connie asked herself. "That was the great IT?" The young girl, now a woman, felt a great sense of disappointment. She couldn't believe it had been such a letdown. It hadn't even been as good as when she masturbated. "Maybe it's just because it was the first time." She said to herself as she sat up. "That must be the reason why. It couldn't always be like this." "Oh what a mess." Connie said as she looked down and saw Johnny's now limp cock covered with a mixture of cum and blood. "What?" Johnny said as he too sat up. "Oh gross!'' He exclaimed as he saw his blood smeared cock. Grabbing the first thing he saw on the floor, Johnny began wiping his cock clean. It over took a moment for Connie's bright white panties to become a blood stained rag. "Hey!" Connie cried out. "I need those." But it was too late as Johnny wiped himself once again with the only clear part. "Sorry." He said shapelessly. "Forget it." Connie replied, the tinge of disappointment still in her voice. "I have another pair in my purse. As she grabbed her bag and the pile of clothes off the floor and headed for the bathroom, Connie was sure her mother never considered this situation when she always told her to carry an extra pair of panties in her purse in case her period came unexpectedly. By the time she had finished cleaning herself up in the bathroom, Connie had reconciled herself to her rather uninspiring first time. True, it had fallen far short of what she thought it would be, but what was done was done. The important thing was that she and Johnny were going to be together. And in just six weeks he was going to have a recording contract and they would be on their way. "Johnny, would you be a dear and get me my shoes and socks over by the couch." She called out from the bathroom. Her voice had a sort of instant maturity to it. Johnny handed her the shoes and socks as she walked back into the living room. He really hadn't cleaned up, he just pulled his pants back on. "Are we going out tomorrow night?" Connie asked as she slipped on her shoes, trying so hard to act as if loosing her virginity was the most natural thing in the work. Something that happened every day. "I don't think so," Johnny said rather evasively. "There's going to be a special about Rocky Marciano's retirement on tomorrow night. All the guys were going to go over to Vito's house to watch it. His family just got a television." "That's ok," Connie said. "We can always go out later in the week." "I think we're going to have to play it by ear right now." Johnny said with a forced smile. "I'm really going to have to spend a lot of time with the band over the next couple of weeks. What with the audition and all coming up. We want to be at our best, right?" "Sure, right." Connie replied cautiously. For the first time, Connie now noticed the quirk in Johnny's voice. Was something wrong? Had he found the experience as disappointing as she had? Had there been something wrong with her? Was there something she should've been doing to have made it better? But he had said it was great. She was considering asking him right out what was wrong but couldn't bring herself to do it. It was silly she knew. After all, look at what they had just shared, the most intimate thing a man and woman could share. How could asking a simple what's wrong be so hard? In her heart, she knew the answer. It was because you were afraid of the answer. Before she could steel herself to ask the question she knew she should, the lights of a car pulling into the driveway flooded the room. It was followed a few moments later by the beep beep of a car horn. "It's my brother picking me up." Connie stated. "I asked him to when you told me your car would be in the shop. But he's over an hour early." "That's ok." Johnny said as he pulled his shirt back on. He didn't want Connie's big brother to see him without it when he walked her to the door. As athletic as Johnny was, big Jim Esposito outweighed him by 60lbs and was a star halfback for State. He didn't want to think about what that bruiser would do to a guy who'd just fucked his 16 year old little sister. Part Six "Hi Jim!" He called out as he and Connie stepped out the door into the driveway. "Hey there, Johnny!" Came the reply as he waved. "Looks like I wasted the trip." He added as he pointed to the green Ford in the end of the driveway. Johnny's eyes followed Jim's pointed hand until they came to his car just sitting there. He had forgotten that he'd told Connie that his car was going into the shop. Nothing was wrong with it, but he had figured saying there was would make sure they spent the night at his house rather than going out. "It turned out to be a quick fix." Johnny replied. "Looks like I lucked out." "Hey, if you want to take Connie home, I don't mind." Jim offered. "No, its ok, you're here and all." Johnny countered. Connie looked at him in renewed disappointment. If he had driven her home it would've given them a chance to talk. Now she couldn't even do that. "I'll give you a call as soon as I can, ok?" Johnny said to Connie as he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Ok, sure." Connie replied, now even more confused by his platonic action. "And it better be soon," She thought to herself because we definitely have to talk." With that she ran to the car where her brother was waiting with the door open. Connie stared at Johnny while Jim closed the door behind her and walked over to the driver's side. Watching Jim get into the car and put it in gear, Johnny thought Connie might have found his goodnight kiss a little strange. But there was no way he was going to let her suddenly throw her arms around him and give him a lover's kiss. Not when that might leave her big brother with exactly the right impression. Looking out the back window as the image of Johnny standing in the driveway faded in the distance, one thought repeated over and over in Connie's mind. They were definitely going to have to have a long long talk. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Oh Johnny." Connie murmured as she opened her eyes as took in her surroundings in a half daze. She realized that she had fallen asleep in her chair. The morning light was already filtering in through the windows. It was already Saturday morning. Wiping the last of the sleep from her eyes, Connie looked down at the picture in her lap. It had been a long time since she had dreamed of that night. "We never did get to have that talk, did we, Johnny?" She said to the image of her long lost love. No, they never did. Four weeks after that fateful night, Connie was devastated when it was announced that Johnny had married Susan Marziatto. She'd seen Sue hanging around the band at several performances. They went to the same high school and were only five months apart in age. Seen the way that flat chested hussy had looked at Johnny and the other Bluecoats, like a lost puppy. At the time, she couldn't understand how Johnny could've done that to her. How could he have betrayed her love and married such an unremarkable girl as Sue? Six months later she had her answer with the birth of Mario John Coravelli. Sue had been three months pregnant when they'd been married. The birth of their son also closed the final chapter for Johnny and the Bluecoats. Johnny Coravelli had made many mistakes in his 19 years, but none greater than knocking up the daughter of Jim "The Banker" Marziatto. The local hood may have been forced to accept Johnny into his family in order to preserve his daughter's honor, but having his reluctant son in law continue as some god forsaken Rock N' Roller was too much for the old Sicilian. Within two weeks of the wedding, Johnny was informed that he was now working for the families legitimate lumber business. Given the option of several broken limbs or giving up his career, Johnny had made the choice that kept all his body parts intact. It had been made clear to the young man that now that little Sue had a wedding certificate and a last name to go with the baby, a live husband was no longer an important consideration. Johnny's marriage had lasted less than two months after they buried the old man in early 1960. By that time, Connie was herself the mother of a sixteen month old son, having married Vinnie D'Angelo in 1958. Like Susan Marziatto, she had raced the stork to the altar. Unlike the Marziatto's, The D'Angelo's had a happy marriage that lasted 24 years. A life Connie wouldn't have traded for a room full of gold records. The chimes of the wall clock struck eight and Connie rose from her chair. Time to start the day. Leaving her mementos were they lay, she tied the sash of the bathrobe she had been wearing the night before and headed for the kitchen. A quick breakfast of coffee and muffins followed. Her daughter Angela had once suggested that Connie should think about hiring a woman, someone to do the cooking and housecleaning. But Connie had quickly put a stop to the idea. She was far too independent and set in her ways. After clearing the breakfast dishes, Connie headed for the master bathroom for a quick shower. She was about to turn on the water when she changed her mind. Her back hurt a little after spending the night in that chair. A bath would feel better than a shower. She had plenty of time, the guy from the agency wasn't due until after lunch. Five minutes later, Connie eased herself into the oversized sunken tub that had been a birthday gift from Vinnie many years ago. The heat of the water felt good as it penetrated her body. The tub was wide and long enough that she could stretch her whole body out. After a few minutes of just soaking, Connie began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it splashed across Connie's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As always, it felt good. Connie slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free, she slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her thumb played against her clit. Four decades of familiarity with her own body bought her quickly to the edge of bliss. The 54 year old leaned back against the soft plastic cushion built against the head of the tub, her eyes closed, lost in the moment. Her thoughts again began drifted back to that warm June night 39 years before. Of love lost and desire unfulfilled. It wasn't long before Connie's body began to trembled as her orgasm was upon her. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form. For long moments she just drifted there, even after her bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her. Those first moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished. As Connie had grown older and come into her sexual prime, she discovered that her climaxes had become more and more intense. Even now, years later, they still were. Part Seven Eventually, the water began to cool and Connie lifted herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the marble tub and onto the carpeted floor. She retrieved a large batch towel from the wall bar and began to dry herself. Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples. Connie stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself in the bathroom's full length mirror. For a woman of 54, Connie D'Angelo had little to complain about as far as her body was concerned. 5'7", she still weighed pretty much the same as she did after Angela was born. Oh there were certainly more wrinkles, but far fewer than she had seen on other women of her age. Her large breasts sagged some but that had to be expected. It wasn't like she expected to be a firm trim teenager all her life. In fact, the extra pounds she had gained over the years gave her a more full figured look that she actually enjoyed. Her nipples were dark and attractive against her very white skin, it had been many years since she had sunbathed topless. Her stomach was reasonably trim with her weight distributed pretty evenly around her body. In fact, if someone had to guess her age by just looking, she didn't think she was being too egotistical by thinking they would say mid to late forties. In fact, the only thing that the woman really disliked about the image reflected back to her was the grayness of the small triangle between her legs. Once, many years ago, she had let one of the more discreet beauticians attempt to color that gray as well. Her skin in that area had proved to be much too sensitive and had produced a small but painful chemical burn. That had been the end of that idea. There had also been a time when she considered shaving it off completely. Then that idea also flew out the window when she saw a 50 year old at the spa who had done just that. Connie decided it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever seen. A grandmother looking as bare as a pre-teen girl. The final compromise had been to just keep it as closely trimmed as she did now. Finishing drying herself off and taking care of her daily toiletries, Connie walked into the bedroom, still stark naked. That was one of the advantages of living alone, she didn't have to worry about such things as false modesty. The weather report had called for another warm day, rising up to the mid 80's. From the warm breeze coming through the large bay window, Connie figured they were being conservative in their prediction. Selecting a light sundress and laying it out on the bed, Connie reached into her dresser for a clean bra and panties. The panties were white and rather plain, but these days she selected them for comfort rather than how they looked. Not that she didn't have a few special pairs in the bottom draw that she saved for special occasions. Like the panties, her bra was designed more for function than form. But surprisingly combined the best of both. When she donned the light green dress and looked in the mirror, she had a very ample view of the valley between her breasts. "Might as well give young Mr. Ross a good view." She laughed. A noise from outside the window drew her to it and she looked down into the backyard. Standing there among a pile of patio blocks and sand was a rather tall and tanned, muscular young man. He was stripped to the waist and clad only in a pair of cut offs and sneakers. >From the look of the patio, the boy must've come earlier while Connie was in the bath had getting no reply to the bell, gone right to work. She had to admire his dedication. The work looked like it was almost finished. "Well I'd better get down there." Connie thought. She stopped by the kitchen, making a large ice tea. If that young man had been working out there in the hot sun for any amount of time, she was sure he'd appreciate it. "Good morning!" She said as she stepped out the back door onto the patio. The dark and curly haired young man reacted to her voice and turned. A wide smile filled his face. Taken aback by his youthful sweat covered form, it took a second for Connie to realize she knew the worker. "Hi there, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said, his smile growing broader. "Jack?" She replied, surprised to see the face of Jack Marziatto. "I hope I didn't wake you with all the noise." Jack said. "Ross got sick and asked me to take his place. I was glad for the work. The only thing was that he forgot to tell me what time he was supposed to come by." Connie didn't hear a word he said. She was too busy looking him over from head to toe. It was almost like Johnny had come back to life new, and improved. "So I took a chance and came by about nine. When I got no answer, I figured you might be sleeping in. So I started work and tried to keep it as quiet as possible." Jack stopped when he realized that Mrs. D'Angelo was staring at him. He wondered if she was angry because he had started the work without talking to her first. "Mrs. D'Angelo?" He asked. "Oh, sorry." Connie replied, snapping out of her fog. "You were saying?" "I said I hope I didn't wake you." "Oh no, of course not." She said, her face genuinely beaming. "I admire a young man who gets right in there and gets the job done. And from what I can see, you're just about done already." "About another hour or so." Jack answered. "I was just about to take a little breather." "Oh, this is your you." Connie said, finally remembering the ice tea in her hand. "When I saw you out here working, I thought you could use it. Unless you'd like a beer or something?" "No, ice tea is fine." Jack said as he took the glass. "Thank you." Connie watched in fascination as he drained the tall glass in one continuous gulp. A small drop of tea splashed across his chin. She watched enthralled as it slid down his neck and continued across his well developed Pecs. "That was good, Mrs. D'Angelo" The athlete said as he drained the last drops and handed back the glass. "Thank you again." "It was the least I could do." Connie replied. "Tell you what, since you're probably going to be here about lunch time, why don't I fix us both a little something. That is if you don't mind eating with an old lady?" "That'd be fine." He replied as he held the shoved in his hand. "And I'd hardly consider you old. In fact, when Jenny introduced you last week I was really surprised that you were her grandmother." "Oh really," Connie laughed. "Let me guess. You thought we were sisters, just like that old TV commercial." "Well, no." Johnny answered. "Actually I thought you might've been her mother. The way the two of you had been chatting and all. You definitely don't fit the image what most people think of as a grandmother." "I'll think you're a talented liar," She retorted. "But I'll take that as a compliment just as well." Connie grinned, showing that she hadn't been serious about him being a liar. True be told, she was very flattered. She had been only 38 when Jenny had been born, she could've been her mother. In many ways, she had been. "Well let me let you get back to work." Connie concluded and headed back into the house. Jack had watched her walk back across the patio to the kitchen. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed him checking out her tits. The college boy had always had a fascination with large breasts and the fact that this pair belonged to a woman a great deal older than him really didn't make a lot of difference. Most of the guys back at the Gamma Tau Ceti fraternity wouldn't thought there was something really weird about that. After all, who'd want to look at some old lady when there were all those 18 and 19 year old coeds bouncing around. There was a time that Jack would've agreed with them. But that was before he'd had a short affair with the landlady of the house he stayed in before he pledged Gamma Tau. Except for an impressive chest, she wasn't really a whole lot to look at. Just a rather ordinary looking, divorced, 41 year old. Jack couldn't even remember how it really started. They were just talking one night and one thing led to another. At first, they both were embarrassed to have wound up in bed with each other. That soon faded. She had taught him things that none of those coeds would learn for many years. Stripped of all the stupid mind games, it'd been the most incredible sex he'd ever had. So good in fact, that he was a little reluctant to move out and into the frat house. But she had insisted. What they'd had been great, but it was only a transitory thing. He had to move on. Part Eight * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * By noon, the temperature had risen to 92. Connie had replaced the light sundress with a once piece bathing suit. After lunch she planned to take a cold dip in the pool. Carrying a tray of finger sandwiches and cold drinks, Connie once more walked outside. Jack was just packing away the last of his tools. He was dirty and sweaty, a condition the older woman found very erotic. "You look like you could use a shower?" Connie said as she placed the tray on the wooden picnic table. Stepping under the shade of the wide yellow umbrella caused the temperature to drop a few degrees. "I'd hate to track all this mess into your house." Jack replied as he stepped up and picked up one of the small bite sized snacks. "Oh you don't have to worry about that." Connie answered as she also nibbled at a sandwich. "There's an outdoor shower over there by the pool shed. You can wash up there." "That's perfect, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said as the last morsel disappeared into his mouth. "If you'll excuse me, I'll wash this muck off before I get it all over your clean chairs." "Certainly, but if we're going to have lunch together, I insist you call me Connie. Mrs. D'Angelo sounds so old." "Ok, Connie it is." Jack smiled. The same devil may care smile she had seen in her dreams. "I'll be right back." Connie tried to not be too obvious as she stole glances in the direction of the pool shed. The small wall around the showerhead only covered the area just below shoulder level down to your knees. She wished she had the nerve to stroll over there for some reason and take a peek. Watching Jack toss his dirty shorts over the wall, Connie felt a warm flush. Five minutes later, Jack stepped out of the shower, clean and fresh. As he walked back to the table, drying his hair with a towel, Connie was surprised that he now wore a pair of red swimming trunks. "I hope you don't mind my borrowing these." He said indicating the shorts. "They were just hanging back there. The fit is a little snug but their a lot more clean that the pair I came with." "Not at all." Connie replied. "They must've been left over from the pool party Jenny had before she left. If no one's claimed them by now, they are yours. You look good in them." The reason being, Connie thought to herself, that they were such a snug fit that they very clearly outlined his hidden assets. The two chatted for the next thirty or so minutes. They talked about college and Jack's plans beyond it. He was a business communications major, but he also had a strong interest in music. In fact, he even had a band back at school. It had started out as something to do on weekends. Then it had gown into a passion. "What kind of music do you perform? Connie asked as she finished off her Long Island Ice Tea. "Well you might find this a little strange, but I've got a real love for '50's and very early 60's music." Jack said, the intensity in his eyes lighting up as he spoke about something he really cared about. "All that really great music that got pushed aside by the British Invasion in '63." "Is there really an interest in that old stuff?" Connie asked, genuinely interested. "I would think that it only appealed to old fogies like myself." "No, I mean yes, there's always been some interest." Jack said. "Its funny but of the big hits of the last ten years, most are already forgotten. But some of the hits from 30-40 years ago still draw an audience." "That's really interesting." She said. "Are you any good?" "Well, we've always played to sell out crowds. In fact, if it wasn't for my parents insisting that I come home for the summer, I was thinking of taking the band on tour." "That would seem a better way of making money for school, a lot more fun that swinging a shovel." Connie said. "Definitely, but grandma still controls most of the money and she didn't like the idea of me playing in a band. She says all musicians were useless good for nothings that would never amount to anything." "Didn't you say that your grandfather had been a musician?" Connie asked. "Actually, he was the leader of a group back in the mid- 50's. From what my dad says, they really had a chance to make it big. They even played on the same stage once with Little Richard." "What happened to them?" Connie asked, very curious as to what the answer would be. "For some reason he just gave it up right after he married my grandmother. My dad never knew why. And it was pointless to ask grandma, she couldn't say his name without cursing." Jack answered. "They were supposed to make a demo for RCA just before he up and quit. I wish they had, I'd have loved to hear them. They were supposed to be really great." "They were..." Connie said without thinking. "What...?" Jack asked as she looked up. "I mean, I'm sure they were." She corrected herself. "Where you into music when you were that age?" Jack asked. "Oh yes, my girlfriends and I used to go to see all the local groups." "Then maybe you heard them?" Jack said, hopefully that she would say yes and could tell him about the music. "Johnny and the Bluecoats." Connie hesitated for a moment. She was torn between the truth and her interest in this young man. An interest the truth would make all but impossible. "No,...." She said hesitantly. "I'm afraid I can't recall a group by that name." "Oh well." Jack said, disappointment in his voice. "It was a real outside chance at best." Connie felt like a real shit. Especially since among the things that had been in that box she'd opened last night had been a large reel to reel tape of one of the Bluecoats practice sessions. She's used her father's tape recorder to record it. If Vinnie had preserved it as well as everything else, and there was no reason to think he hadn't, then it was still good. Silently, she promised herself that no matter what happened, she would have the tape delivered anonymously to Jack before the week was out. As soon as she could think of a good cover story to go with it. "I was going to take a little dip in the pool." Connie said, changing the subject. "As long as you have the trunks on, why don't you join me. Unless of course you have something else to do?" "No, not really." Jack answered. "Hot as it is, the pool sounds great." Twenty minutes passed as they splashed water at each other and swam the length of the Olympic pool. The ease with which they joked back and forth made the vast age difference between them fade as easily as the water splattered onto the hot patio deck. Connie had just leapt up as high as she could in order to splash him once again when she lost her balance as her foot slipped on the pool floor. Jack quickly grabbed her to keep her from going under. Reacting instinctively, he simply grabbed what would give him the best grip on her. Which in this case, since he was behind her, had been her oversized breasts. When he failed to remove his hands right away after Connie had regained her balance, she turned her head around and said. "I guess I should take this as another compliment?" Jack didn't understand at first, then realized that his hands were still spread out over her cloth covered nipples. He had to admit it felt good. Reluctantly, he was about to remove his hands and make a joke about taking too long when Connie's right hand covered his and held it in place. A sudden sensation beneath the water caused him to slightly jump as Connie's left hand closed on the bulge in his too tight trunks. She smiled as she found it rock hard. "Definitely a compliment." She purred. For once in his life, Jack was speechless. "Well, as I see it, we can look at this two ways." Connie said. "Just chalk it up to an accident and a natural male response to it, or ... we can take it as the indication of a mutual interest and perhaps do something about it." Jack's head was swirling. He still didn't know what to say. Yet at the same time, he made no move to disengage himself. "Perhaps you need just a little more encouragement to help you make up your mind." Connie said as she spun around in his arms and stood face to face. Jack's back was now up against the wall of the pool and there was no place for him to go unless he pushed her out of the way. The uncertain young man watched in fascination as she reached up and pulled down the straps of her swimsuit, letting her prodigious mammaries float free. Jack's mouth dropped opened and his eyes blazed with hunger as he looked down at the large dark aureole and the thick nipples that protruded from the centers. With a broad grin, Connie brought his hands to their previous position, inviting him to feel them without the barrier of the swimsuit. Connie's smile grew to her most radiant as Jack accepted the invitation and began to caress her nipples. She pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. Full of desire, it was definitely not the sort of kiss you expected from someone's grandmother. Part Nine "Well...that was nice." Connie said as she broke the kiss and floated in Jack's powerful arms. "Would you like to do it right here, or would you rather carry this inside." Jack looked up and around the large yard. A barrier of trees and high shrubs hit them from prying eyes but he really didn't feel comfortable out in the open. And contrary to his earlier performance, he really wasn't that great a swimmer. "Inside if that's ok." He replied. "Of course." Connie grinned as she pulled her suit top back up and climbed out of the pool. Jack followed right behind her. Stepping into the house, Jack felt a sudden chill as he entered the air conditioned environment. Connie felt his hand shake and pulled his body closer to hers. "Don't worry lover, I'll warm you up soon enough." She said as she kissed him once more, this time quickly and softly. As they passed through the living room on the way to her bedroom, Connie saw the open box of mementos from the night before. She was seized by a sudden inspiration. "Let's do it here." She said. "On the floor." By this time, Jack was willing to go along with just about anything Connie suggested. She had taken total control of the situation. Surprisingly, Jack discovered that he kind of liked it that way. In fact, it turned him on. Connie stepped back from the eager young man and again undid the straps of her swimsuit. Once more her breasts fell free. She took each in hand and vigorously massaged them, bringing her nipples to an even greater hardness. Lifting her right breast as high as she could, she reached out with her tongue and caressed her soft flesh. Then she took the entire nipple into her mouth. After sucking on it for a few moments, she repeated the exhibition with her other breast. "Would you like to try?" She asked seductively. Jack barely stammered out a yes. He was far from being a virgin, but felt more nervous than when he had been. Jack leaned forward and accepted Connie's offering. He buried his face deep in the valley of her bosom, kissing each in turn. Then, inch by inch, he worked his way to her stiff rosebud, taking it deep in his mouth. Connie sighed as his mouth and tongue worked their magic, first on one breast then the other. She had known by the way he had looked at her that he was a breast lover, but never expected the dexterity that Jack now demonstrated. Either he'd had a great deal of practice, or one of his lovers had been one hell of a teacher. The sudden thought that Jenny might've been one of his instructors sent a new excitement through her. Certainly her granddaughter was well endowed enough, the one good thing she had inherited from her mother. Being excited by the idea that she and Jenny had both been pleasured by the same man might be a little perverse, but Connie didn't care. She wondered what Jack would think if he knew that he was charting a course that his grandfather had followed almost forty years before. And doing a much better job of it as well. Rubbing her hand against the front of his still wet trunks, Connie could feel the full length and hardness of his manhood. Letting him continue to play with her breasts, Connie slid her hand beneath the elastic strap and stroked his bare skin. An action that caused him to suck even harder. Her other hand followed and she cupped his balls as well, putting a soft pleasurable pressure at the base of his cock. A loud moan issued from his lips at her touch. Connie released her grip and slid her soft hand to the sides of the suit and pulled it downward. Once free of his prominence, she released the trunks and they dropped to the floor. Her own suit followed a few moments later, now both were totally nude. They took a long look at each other's bodies and each in their own way found something to appreciate. Connie then dropped to her knees and took him quickly into her mouth. It'd been a long time since she had taken a man this way, and an even longer time since it had been a man this young and vital. She really loved the feel of a hard cock in her mouth, and the wonderful taste that came from within it. It was hard to imagine that there was once a time when she'd thought the act disgusting. Jack reacted like any man, quickly loosing himself in the soft velvet of her throat. He sighed as her tongue ran down the reach of his shaft and then swirled around his balls. Connie once more engulfed his cock, letting it fill her again and again. She could feel the heat in his balls. A fire that would soon erupt and spill forth in response to her tender motions. A small measure of pre-cum appeared at the tip, a measure that quickly disappeared with an artful flick of her tongue. "Oh God...Oh God!.." Jack gasped as he tried to hold back the explosion that he felt starting. But whatever control he might have had, it was useless against decades of practice. As soon as Connie felt the first delightful burst of hot cream fill her mouth, she pulled her head back and led his cock slide free. Giving up the feast that now erupted took all of her will power. Instead, she tightened her grip on his member and directed it downward, furiously pumping it as hard as she could. The result was that all of his seed splattered across her breasts. She continued to jerk him off until his drained organ began to go soft in her hand. The look of joy on his face as he looked down on her cum splattered boobs made her sacrifice worthwhile. Releasing her grip, she ran two of her already cum tinged fingers across her breasts, coating them in the white milky fluid. Then she brought them up to her lips and ran her tongue up and down their length, scooping the liquid into her mouth. Connie spread the seed across her mouth with her tongue, savoring her prize. One by one, each finger then slid between her soft lips and was sucked clean. Finally, she ran her probing tongue along the edge of her mouth, catching any remaining drops. "Mmmm, that was tasty." She purred in her sexiest voice. Inside, she felt incredibly sexy. It had been a long time since she had acted the slut and she found that she missed the feeling. "Oh God, Connie." Jack exclaimed, regaining his voice. "That was so fucking incredible. No one has ever done it to me like that." "Not even Jenny?" Connie asked, feeling very very wicked. "She told you?" Jack asked unbelievingly. "No, but you just did." Connie laughed. The look on his face told her that she had been right in guessing that Jenny's definition of making out stretched all the way to oral sex. She now wondered if that practice had been reciprocated. "Looks like your little friend already wants to go another round." Connie quipped as she gently stroked his already hardening cock. "Yeh." Jack responded, happy to hear that there was more to come. "Lets see how constructively we can use the time it takes for you to, how shall we say it, recharge your batteries." Connie laughed. Lying back on the floor, the older woman spread her legs and then the lips of her womanhood. Jack had no illusion about what she wanted. Going down on a woman wasn't something he really liked, but if there was anything he had learned from his brief time with his landlady was that there was nothing a woman appreciated more. His tongue quickly found its mark, sliding deep within her sugar walls. He was afraid that the cunt of a woman as old as Connie would have a real nasty taste to it. He remembered Mrs. Wilson as being quit a bit more pungent than the college girls he had tried it with. Yet, while Connie certainly wasn't as sweet as the coeds, she still had a quite pleasing taste. He concluded that it was all a matter of hygiene. Part Ten Now it was Connie's turn to moan. Jack's technique as a pussy licker left a lot to be desired, but it was still enough to get the job done. What the young man lacked in talent was made up for with enthusiasm. It wasn't long before she was well lubricated, a condition that also applied to both his mouth and tongue. Connie let herself just lay there and enjoy his soft and wet touch for a little while longer. She held him by the back of his head, guiding him to the most sensitive areas. He was improving as he went, that much she could tell. Eventually, he might even be able to make a woman climax this way. But not today. Today she wanted to climax with him inside her. After twenty minutes between her legs, Jack felt Connie pulling him upward. He followed her guidance and was soon face to face with her, hovering in a push up position. Connie pulled him down slightly and kissed him. A soft kiss at first, followed by another, this one much harder. On the third kiss, Jack felt her tongue invade his mouth. He met it with his own, and for a few minutes the soft, wet appendages slid from mouth to mouth. Traces of each other's juices coated each tongue and mixed again and again. As they played dueling tongues, Connie had reached down and taken hold of Jack's now once again fully erect manhood. She glided her fingers up and down it until finally she was satisfied with its hardness. Now they both were ready. "I want you inside me..." She said as she broke the last kiss, immediately giving him another much shorter one. "I want you to FUCK ME!" The last words were not simply a request, they were a command. A command that Jack was more than willing to obey. Try as he could, he couldn't remember that last time he had been so hot for a woman. If Jenny or any other girl he had known were to walk in right now start naked and offer to take Connie's place, he would turn them down. This was the woman he had dreamed about. The woman who would take him to a height that others had only offered him short glimpses of. Never mind that the woman was old enough to be his grandmother. He couldn't know that in a slightly different reality, she could've been just that. Yet at this point, not even that might've mattered to him. Connie helped guide him into her, not that he needed it. She let out a small gasp as she felt his cock head push aside the outer walls of her pussy. Jack 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 most of his previous lovers, Connie was able to take Jack'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. Eventually, they weren't even aware of the rapid beating of their hearts or the short shallow breaths that accompanied it. The room that surrounded them became a blur, no longer part of their existence. For a brief moment in time, they had transcended their place in reality. In Jack's case, it was a twinkling of understanding, a total abandonment of his body and soul to another being. He had never given so much of himself to make another happy. In Connie's case, it took the form of a journey to a distance place and time. A place that existed only in memory. Her eyes fixed on the small blue shark painted on the man atop and within her. it became the focal point of her mind. She felt the weight of years lift from her body like a soft breeze. The music of long ago echoed though her mind and without knowing how, she was 16 again. If she could tear her eyes away from the small tattoo, she knew she would see the world of her youth around her. But she wouldn't dare look, wouldn't take the chance that this moment, this second chance to make it right would be lost. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him deeper inside her. Every stroke of his body was met with an even more frenzied thrust of her own. She couldn't catch her breath, couldn't even tell if her heart was still beating. Yet still she drove on and on. If this was to be the last moment of her life, she wanted it to be the moment that she should've had so long ago. Connie wasn't even aware that she had screamed, only that her body was quaking with abandon and her mind was filled with a blinding all encompassing light. If this was the end, so be it. There were no words to describe what she felt as past and present collided, ripping her body apart from deep within. It was like she was floating, every nerve of her body alive with euphoric joy. The 54 years of her life were but a prelude to this one brief perfect moment. Then, abruptly, the light faded to black and she felt herself slipping away. Her skin was suddenly cold and she felt all the years of her life flashing by. "Mrs. D'Angelo, can you hear me?" Said the voice in the darkness. "Connie, can you hear me?" "Who....?" She asked as she tried to focus. "Oh God, I though you'd had some sort of seizure." Said the voice that she now recognized as familiar. "I was about to call the paramedics." "I'm all right, just a little tired." She said, not being able to recall the last time she had felt so drained. "Just relax, give yourself time to catch your breath." "Oh that was so good." She said as if she hadn't heard the young man. "I always dreamed that was the way it should've been." Jack looked down at the woman, her eyes still tightly closed. He wondered if maybe he should call the paramedics after all. Hopefully they wouldn't ask to many questions about why she was naked and covered with the aftermath of sex. "I always knew you'd be the one to bring me there, I always knew that if we had the chance we could make it right." She continued. Satisfied that she was now breathing normally, if still now making sense, Jack decided to hold on calling the medics. He was even more relieved when she opened her eyes and looked up at him, a broad smile on her face. "Oh Johnny, that was so incredible." She said as she reached up and gently stroked his face. "Jack, my name is Jack." He corrected her. "I think Johnny suits you better." She said as she sat up. Jack watched as the naked woman walked over to the table and picked up a wooden picture frame. He looked down at it as she handed it to him. He was astonished to find his own face looking back at him. "We need to have a long talk," She said. "About the past, and the future. And about that band that you formed and your dreams." Jack looked up from the photo and into the eyes of the woman before him. The eyes now belonged to a much younger woman. "I think that maybe the world should have a chance to hear Johnny and the Bluecoats after all." Connie said. "Every dream should have a second chance to come true." She continued, a bright twinkle in her eyes. "Even if it takes a few generations to do it." END Foreign Affair by Ann Douglas "God this is boring." Amanda McIntyre thought to herself as she reached for another drink. For the hundredth time, she cursed Jim Peterson for getting sick two days before the trade delegation was to leave for Osaka. Then she cursed her boss, Bill O'Hare who had volunteered her to take Jim's place. Nine days in Japan and she hadn't been included in any discussion of importance. Every day they would hold meeting after meeting where nothing was really accomplished. Then at night, the men on both sides would go out and survey Osaka's night life. And of course she wasn't included in this male-bonding ritual. Never mind that it was during these hedonistic forays that the real deals were made. She had considered telling Bill to go to hell, but then she'd be looking for a new job by now. Ever since she had come out last year, Bill O'Hare had made no secret that he didn't want that "dyke," as he always referred to her in private, in his department. He never said or did anything in public that Amanda could prove, but the signs were always there. Looking at her watch, the 24 year old blonde decided she'd done her bit for the company and started to make for the door. The cocktail party was already gearing down and she knew she wouldn't be missed. Besides, the men were probably already gearing up for their next pornographic excursion. As she neared the door, she ran into Pete Wilson, the head of their delegation. Her luck was really running in the red today, Pete's view of her was only slightly less antagonistic than Bill O'Hara's. "Leaving already?" The tall gray bearded man said. "I have a little headache, I was going to lay down." She lied. "I see," Wilson said in a disapproving tone. "Well I'm not surprised. It's not like you've been much of a team player on this trip. When we go home tomorrow without the trade agreement, I'm sure your lack of cooperation will be noted." "Lack of cooperation...?" She asked. "That's what I said." He replied. "There's not a man on our delegation that wouldn't put it all on the line to get the Japs to sign. Yet when Hitanuma asked you out for drinks, you insulted him by refusing. He's not the type of man who forgives or forgets." "Wait a second, buster." Amanda shot back. "No way you're going to pin this one on me. You've never even looked at all the position papers I've submitted. If you did and followed some of their advice, the people here at Hiraizumi Industries might have been more willing to deal. If this agreement falls through it's become of your hard nose non-cooperative negotiation stand. Not because I wouldn't roll over for Mr. Hitanuma. If you wanted a corporate whore, you should have brought your secretary." With that she turned and walked away. She could feel his eyes burning into her back. Of course Wilson and the others had already agreed to put the blame on her. They'd report that if only she'd have been a little friendlier to the Japs, they'd have gotten the agreement. "I've been set up." Amanda noted. "It had all been a set up." Jim Peterson had never been sick. It had all been arraigned beforehand. If the mission went sore, it was all that dyke's fault. Her face flushed with anger as she reached the elevator. "Well fuck them all." She said out loud as she hit the call button. "I'm better off leaving this lousy job anyway." Amanda took the elevator to the rooftop gardens instead of her room. She needed the night air to clear her head. After about a half hour, she began to regret her earlier outburst. She should have quit this job months ago, at least then it would have been on her own terms. Now as a fired employee, one which was blamed for the failure of an important trade deal, her future prospects would be few. Lost in thought, she hadn't heard the soft footsteps behind her. When the new arrival finally spoke, Amanda nearly jumped five feet. "Konbanwa, Amanda san." A soft fluid voice said. Amanda whirled about to find herself facing a rather attractive Japanese woman. She stood a few inches shorted than Amanda's own five foot six. Her short black hair showed the slightest touches of gray and Amanda guessed her age to be about mid- forties. Of course it was always hard to tell with some oriental women. They looked pretty much the same from thirty to sixty. She wore a bright green cocktail dress which accented her small breasts. Searching her temporarily hazy memory, Amanda tried to place where she had seen the woman before. She had to have been some executive or other's wife. How else could she have known her name? Try as she could, the young woman just couldn't place her. The older woman just smiled for a moment, then made a hand motion leading to a large glass door off to the left of the garden. "Yokoso oide kudasareta, Amanda san." She said as she made an inviting gesture with her hand. Now seeing that there was an apartment beyond the glass doors, Amanda realized that she had just been invited in. The woman must be married to one of the corporate big wheels to rate a home like this. Reaching the door, she stopped and gasped in amazement at the decor. It was totally western. It could have been a Penthouse on Park Avenue. "Dozo." The woman said as she again motioned for Amanda to enter. Once inside, Amanda took a moment to take in her surroundings. Most apartments in Japan were tiny affairs yet just this living room could house an entire family. A large screen TV occupied the far wall, surrounded by a state of the art stereo system. On the nearby piano was a photograph of a younger version of the woman standing next to a much older Japanese man. She didn't recognize the man, he hadn't taken part in any of the trade talks. The woman said something else that Amanda didn't quite catch. She felt a little foolish not being able to understand. Yet it wasn't her fault that she didn't speak Japanese. Searching her memory for what she hoped were the right words, Amanda said the only Japanese phrase she had been able to memorize. "Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen" She said, hoping that she'd just said she didn't speak Japanese and not some other ridiculous remark. The woman just smiled again and pointed to herself. "Mariko." She said simply. Amanda breathed a sign of relief. At least she hadn't insulted her. "Amanda." She replied. "Then I guess you already knew that." Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and asked with her hands if Amanda wanted a drink. "Why not," Amanda said as she indicated acceptance with a motion of her hand. Silence reigned for a few minutes as both women tasted their drinks. Amanda kept asking herself, what did she do now. There was only so much she and Mariko could do with hand gestures. "This is good." She noted out loud as she sipped more of her drink. "Hai!" Her host agreed. "Well, thank you for the drink, but I guess I really should be going." Amanda finally said as she placed the glass on a small table. Mariko seemed agitated as the American woman started to turn in the direction of the door. She reached out and took hold of Amanda's hand. The smaller woman's grip was quite strong and surprisingly warm. Amanda looked into her dark eyes and smiled. "If only we spoke the same language," Amanda mused as she enjoyed the touch of Mariko's hand in hers. "Then I'd be able to tell you what an attractive woman you are. Back home I might even try to entice you back into my bed." She paused a moment then went on, knowing that the Japanese woman didn't understand a word she was saying. "I don't even know if they have such a thing as lesbians in Japan." She concluded. Mariko's eyes suddenly lit up at the word lesbian. Her grip grew stronger and she seemed to pull Amanda closer. "Les-bins." She repeated, again looking deep into Amanda's blue eyes. A confused look covered Amanda's face. Was Mariko asking if she was a lesbian? Had some member of the delegation made a remark identifying her as one? Or was Mariko trying to say that she too was a lesbian? The tall blonde didn't have a lot of time to ponder the questions as Mariko took her hand and pressed it firmly against her small breasts. As the naked palm pressed against the exposed flesh at the top of her dress, the Japanese woman let out a soft sigh. If she wasn't a lesbian, Amanda said to herself, she was at least curious enough about girl sex to have brought her here. However she had heard about Amanda, she must have decided to take advantage of her sudden appearance on the roof. If only to satisfy her curiosity. To respond was very tempting. Amanda had always been very careful to keep her business and personal lives very separate. Back home, a husband might head straight for the divorce court if he found his wife with another woman. Over here there was no telling what could happen. From what she'd seen of Japanese husbands, they were so conservative that they made Jesse Helms look like a bleeding heart liberal. Then again, there wasn't much more she could do to screw up her career. Mariko was very beautiful, and it had been so very long since she'd broken up with her last girlfriend. Maybe it was time to throw caution to the wind. Mariko then took the decision out of Amanda's hands. Pulling the American closer, she leaned forward and kissed her. So fluid had been her motion, Amanda was surprised by the sudden touch of her lips. She opened her mouth to respond and felt a soft touch as Mariko's tongue entered her mouth. "It seems like you've done this before." Amanda said as their tongues caressed each other. Finally the kiss ended and the two women separated, each stepping back about a foot. Mariko reached out and placed her outstretched hand on Amanda's large breast. Running it across the blonde's blue dress, she stopped when she reached the large nipple. Her smile grew with wider as she found it already hard. "I guess they're a little larger than You're use to." Amanda grinned. Cupping both of Amanda's breasts, Mariko stepped closer and kissed the exposed flesh of each one. Then she lifted her head higher and kissed Amanda's lips again. This time, Amanda was ready and returned the kiss with all of the passion she could. She pulled the older woman against her, so that their breasts pressed against each other. As her tongue again explored the inner reaches of Mariko's mouth, Amanda slid her hand down the Japanese woman's back and then pulled up her dress. Then continuing downward, her hand slipped beneath the elastic of Mariko's panties and finally came to a rest on her smooth buttocks. Amanda squeezed the soft flesh and was rewarded by a small sign from Mariko. They stood there a few minutes, holding each other tightly. Then Mariko motioned for Amanda to follow her into another room. Taking hold of Mariko's offered hand, Amanda willingly followed. Entering one of the side room, Amanda found herself confronted by a bathroom of immense proportions. In the center of the room was a large tub, big enough to easily fit four people. Next to the wall length vanity stool a large glass enclosed shower, with water nozzles on all three of the interior walls. All in all, the bath was larger than Amanda's bedroom back home. Letting go of Amanda's hand, the older woman began to disrobe. Her bright green dress soon draped a small stool against the wall, and her panties quickly followed. Amanda couldn't help but be impressed. Whatever her age, Mariko was in excellent shape. Her breasts, though small, were round and firm, capped by small brown nipples. Her skin was smooth and hairless, even the area around her womanhood was nearly bare. Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda quickly followed Mariko's example and dropped her clothes onto another chair. She knew Mariko's eyes were riveted on her as she reached behind and undid the latch of her bra. One hand held her 38d bra against her breasts as the straps came undone. Then with an erotic slowness, she let the heavy material also fall to the floor. The sudden freedom from constraint caused Amanda's breasts to bounce, much to Mariko's vocal delight. Next came the thin white panties, revealing a hairy blonde bush. Amanda always preferred to let her hair grow wild in that region, as a mark of independence. From the reaction in Mariko's eyes, she could tell that the Japanese woman also approved. Standing naked on the smooth tile floor, Amanda rubbed her large breasts, bringing circulation back to them as well as causing the nipples to harden even more. She had always been proud of her breasts and spent at least an hour a day working out. Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands all over the taller woman's body. The immense smile on her face made words unnecessary. She stoked each breast with girlish joy. Then moved down to the curly mound of blonde hair. She was fascinated by its size. She looked down at her own sparse mound and looked a little disappointed. "No, its beautiful." Amanda said with a smile as she reached down and stroked the Oriental woman's pearl." Mariko's smile returned and she took Amanda's hand and led her to the large shower on the far side of the room. Once inside, Mariko closed the glass doors and hit a bright green button on a wall panel. In response, all three shower heads came alive, sending a warm drizzle all over the two women. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko produced a bar of soap and began to massage Amanda's back with it. Normally, Amanda preferred to be the aggressor in a situation, but this time she felt different. Mariko's small hands felt so good as they moved up and down her back that she was content to just follow where ever the dark haired woman led. Finishing with Amanda's back, Mariko reached around and began to cover her breasts with soap. Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played with the large globes. Then she slid her hands down to the hairy bush and covered that as well with a soapy lather. She slid her soapy finger inside Amanda, quickly following it with a second. Then she began to slowly pump the fingers in and out. Amanda turned around to give Mariko better access to her charms. Now face to face, Mariko wasted no time in bringing her mouth to Amanda's melon sized tits. Her tongue outlined the large nipples as her fingers reentered Amanda. Then she began to suck in earnest, bringing a small squeal of exuberance from Amanda. As her fingers glided faster and faster in and out of the American woman, Mariko tried to take more and more of Amanda's breast into her mouth. The water from the overhead showers continued to cover their bodies, washing away the growing scent of girlsex. Amanda braced herself against two poles build into the shower wall, wondering if they had been installed there for exactly this purpose. The lithe Japanese woman continued to slide her fingers in and out of Amanda's now dripping cunt. With each thrust of her hand, a new wave of delight swept through Amanda's body. Finally, having had her fill of suckling at the American's large breasts, Mariko moved her attention to between her legs, replacing her cum covered fingers with her soft probing tongue. The soft touch of the woman's tongue proved electric as Amanda spread her legs wider to give her greater access. If it weren't for the handgrips on the wall she'd fall flat on her ass. Like a surgical instrument, Mariko's tongue covered every inch of Amanda's inner walls. The waves of delight now crested at more than twice the previous level as spasms racked Amanda's body. "God, this woman is fantastic!" Amanda thought to herself. "No way this is her first time." She continued, remembering former lovers who had a lifetime of lesbian sex behind them, yet still had nothing near Mariko skill with her tongue. Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex, Mariko slid a soapy finger into the blonde's anus. Lubricated by the soap and water, it slid in easily and it wasn't long before she was finger-fucking Amanda's ass as furiously as she had her pussy. "Eat me!" Amanda yelled as yet another spasm roared through her. "Suck my pussy!" She didn't know if the Japanese woman comprehended a word she said, but the intent was certainly understood. Mariko doubled her efforts and it wasn't long before Amanda felt herself on the threshold of an incredible orgasm. Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the back of the Japanese woman's head and pulled her deeper within her. Just in time to receive an eruption of cum. Mariko scooped it up with her tongue as fast as she could, but so intense was Amanda's climax that she couldn't keep up. Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in ecstasy, grinding her cunt into the Japanese woman's face. She didn't care if she suffocated, as long as she continued to delight her with that magic tongue for just a few more seconds. Finally, she began to regain control of her shaking body and she eased off a little. Panting, she leaned against the tile wall. Mariko slowing removed herself from between Amanda's legs. She also removed her fingers from both Amanda's ass and her own pussy, which she had been masturbating as well. Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard. The American loved tasting her own cum on another woman's tongue and sucked it deep within her. It had been one of the most dynamic climaxes of her life. She couldn't wait to return the favor. Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on the panel and the torrid of water abruptly stopped. She slid the glass doors open and led Amanda out of the shower. Handing Amanda a towel. she quickly dried herself off. Then she motioned the blonde to follow her into yet another room. The third room turned out to be a bedroom, as large and expensively furnished as the other rooms. In the center was a large oval bed, covered with red satin sheets. Mariko quickly moved to the center of the bed and invited Amanda to join her. Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately began to kiss her small breasts, taking the tiny brown nipple into her mouth. As she worked on one breast, her nimble hand worked the other. Then she would switch. Mariko clearly enjoyed the attention, moaning softly with closed eyes. Amanda moved down the soft golden body, kissing her way to the small black triangle that covered Mariko's still wet cunt. Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the small bump of her clitoris. Then she began to lick the dried cum off it, mixing it with her own saliva. She felt a little silly thinking that an Asian woman might have tasted different. Of course it would be different, not because she was Asian but because everyone's body chemistry was different. Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her own magic on Mariko's garden. The older woman mimicked Amanda's earlier actions as she held her by the back of the head and matched the white woman's rhythm with each thrust of her pelvis. Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready tongue. Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began to rock with a series of mini-orgasms. Amanda was determined to give as good as she had received. Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire Japanese. So rapid was her speech, burst of words between gasps, that Amanda would have been hard pressed to understand her if she knew the language. Finally, with hand motions, she made Amanda understand that she wanted something in the night table. Rolling off her, Amanda slid open the draw and reached inside. Grasping a long slim object, the American lifted it into the light. Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't simply be called a dildo. Ten inches long and two inches thick, it was a work of art, painstakingly crafted by an artist's hand. Every line, every vein had been recreated. Amanda had seen a similar objet d'art in a museum. If this was genuine, and there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it had to be at least three hundred years old. "Is this what you wanted?" She asked as she moved back to Mariko. "Hai!" The Japanese woman replied as her eyes opened wide. "Harigata!" "All right, what ever makes you happy." Amanda answered as she gently ran the antique cock over Mariko's womanhood. It had been a long time since Amanda had used a dildo on another woman. She didn't use one herself and few of her lovers did either. They were usually the province of bisexual woman who still enjoyed being penetrated. Smearing the head of the artifact with Mariko's lubricating cum, Amanda positioned its head at the entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With a slight motion, she lid the head of the harigata inward, until it disappeared between the pink lips. Then she slid it back an inch, before moving it forward two inches. She repeated the gesture a dozen more times, until she was sure the Japanese woman was good and lubricated. Mariko had been calling out words of encouragement, again in rapid fire Japanese. Amanda knew she was going too slow, but was afraid that she would hurt the smaller woman. Then in a quick movement Mariko grabbed the base of the harigata and pulled it within her. The cry of joy and look of rapture on her face told Amanda that she was dealing with one determined lady. So be it. She grabbed hold of the ivory phallic and began to frantically slide it in and out of her host. Amanda never understood other women's obsession with being fucked. She herself had only one experience to compare it against almost seven years before. Watching the volley of emotions running across Mariko's face as she greeted each new thrust, Amanda wondered if perhaps she was missing something. It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew suddenly tense and her face grew filled with a determination to hold off orgasm as long as she could. Amanda increased her powerful thrusts, having added her tongue to the effort a short time before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a burst of passion. Amanda continued her efforts, trying to make it last as long as she could. It seemed like an eternity, then the room became deadly silent. Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the harigata. It was covered she noted with a glossy film, the result of her efforts. Unable to resist the temptation, she lifted it to her mouth like an ice cream pop and began to lick it clean. Mariko lay there quietly, her body exhausted. Amanda lifted herself higher into the bed and snuggled up against her. The two women embraced and Amanda smiled. It wouldn't hurt just to lie there for a little while, she thought. The next thing Amanda knew, the room was filled with sunlight from the overhead skylight. It was morning. She looked to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty. "What time is it?" Amanda asked herself as she jumped up and looked for a clock. "How could I have spent the night? At least on the bright side, her husband never came home." Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly at the base of the bed, Amanda began to quickly dress. A chime from across the room drew her attention from to a small clock on a dresser. "Nine O'clock!" She exclaimed. "The final meeting is scheduled for ten. I have to get out of here." Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying a tray with tea and a collection of small breakfast pastries. She was wearing a dark blue robe that was loose enough to give a splendid view of her small breasts. "Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?" She asked as she placed the tray on a small table. "I'm sorry, but I have to run." Amanda replied as she pulled on her shoes. "I hope you understand enough to know how incredibly special last night was. I'd stay if I could, but I have to try and save what little is left of my career." With that she jumped up and started to head for the door. She paused just long enough to kiss Mariko good-bye. "I really do want to thank you again." She said before reluctantly turning to leave. "Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman said just before Amanda disappeared out the door. By the time Amanda made it back to her room, showered and then changed, it was ten to ten. She arrived at the conference room only a few minutes before the meeting was called to order. "Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the breakfast meeting this morning." Jim O'Rourke whispered to her as she sat down next to him. "I told him that you were ill but would be at this meeting in time. I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't" "Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it." She whispered back. Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at the corporation. Most of the men, and not a few of the women had taken a long step away from her last year when she had gone public with her lesbianism. Jim had stood fast, telling her that it was no one's business who she shared her bed with. The meeting progressed quickly. Every once and a while, Wilson would send an angry glance in her direction. Finally, Mr. Hitanuma took the podium and all eyes fell on him. As his speech progressed, it became obvious that the trade deal had fallen through. Amanda could feel the other members of the delegation moving away from her in spirit if not in fact. They all knew where the ax would fall. "I think that maybe you'd better distance yourself as well, Jim." She whispered to her friend. "I'd hate to take you down with me." "Sorry love," Came the reply. "I don't work like that." Amanda smiled. If she could have ever been interested in a man, Jim would have been a perfect choice. He was definitely good people. The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson made a beeline for Amanda. The look on his face told it all. He'd do whatever he had to do in order to salvage his career, no matter what the cost to hers. "We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San Francisco." He said coldly. "See if you can try and be on time for that at least." With that he stormed out the door, followed by all her associates except Jim. None of them would even make eye contact. "I guess that's it then, so much for the short great career of Amanda McIntyre." Jim muttered some words of encouragement and started to head for the door. Amanda was about to follow when a familiar figure in the far right of the room caught her attention. Her face turned pale as she saw Mariko talking with Isoruko Hitanuma. Had she spent the night with Hitanuma's wife? Had she wrecked the negotiations after all? "Jim," She said as she pulled him back into the room. "Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? Is that his wife?" Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across the room and shook his head. "Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious wife get within a half mile of a business meeting. No Japanese husband would." Jim replied. "That's Mariko Takeshita!" He added as if Amanda should know the name. "Who?" She said hesitantly. "Takeshita," He repeated. "You really have to pay more attention to the briefings, and not just those about corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is the daughter of Kiyoshi Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi Industries. " "Oh shit!" Amanda said to herself. "I didn't fuck the boss's wife, I fucked his daughter!" An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone in her room packing. In her mind she was reviewing her options. There didn't seem to be many. "Too bad I'm not Japanese." Amanda said to herself. "They have an old tradition here of seppuku - ritual suicide." Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at her own bad jokes, Amanda felt even more depressed. A soft knock on the door interrupted her musings. "Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." She thought as she went to answer the door. "No one else wants anything to do with me." She was surprise when she opened the door. Instead of finding the round middle aged Irishman she expected, Amanda found herself standing face to face with a beautiful young Japanese woman. "Ms. McIntyre." The young woman said in perfect English. "My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm the personal assistant to Mrs. Takeshita. May I speak with your for a few minutes?" "Of course." Amanda stammered, unsure what to make of this sudden appearance. The tall woman gracefully entered the room. Amanda put her age at about 22. She had very short black hair and a nearly classic figure. In another time and place, Amanda would have found herself attracted to her. For now, her hormones had gotten her in enough trouble. "I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to you about a matter that she feels needs explaining." Tamiko began in a crisp clear tone. "You are most likely now aware of Mrs. Takeshita's relationship to Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn Hiraizumi Industries." Amanda nodded accent, wondering where this was leading. "What you may not be aware of, because it is not greatly publicized, is that for the last two years, Mrs. Takeshita has been operating as the de facto Chief Operating Officer of Hiraizumi Industries. Mr. Hitanuma occupies the position on the board due to the Japanese reluctance to deal with a woman in a position of authority, but the real power rests with Mrs. Takeshita. I wanted to make this clear to you before I go on." "I understand, please continue." Amanda lied. "What the fuck is going on here?" She asked herself. "The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson were totally unacceptable." Tamiko continued. "As such, they were rejected. Mrs. Takeshita is aware that Mr. Wilson plans to place the blame for this rejection on your shoulders. In fact he has already sent a wire to your own CEO to that effect." Amanda just continued to nod, wondering where this was all going. "Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you yourself drafted a series of alternate proposals. Proposals which she feels would provide the basis for a new discussion of a possible trade agreement. This belief has also been wired to your CEO, along with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be placed in charge of such an important mission." "Wait a second......" Amanda cut in. "Those proposals were never discussed outside this room. "How could anyone else know about them?" Tamiko hesitated for a few moments. She looked around the room as if searching for someone. Then she continued. "This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi Industries." She said quietly. "There is little that occurs within it that escapes Mrs. Takeshita's attention." "Damn! The room is bugged!" Thought Amanda as she repeated Tamiko's survey of the room. Amanda's face flushed red for a second as she wondered if the surveillance was limited to audio or included video. Her thoughts were of the many nights she'd lain naked atop the bed, masturbating herself to orgasm. "Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that all of these decisions were made prior to last night." The young lady continued, ignoring the signs of Amanda's embarrassment. "It is important to her that you understand that these were all business decisions, and had nothing to do with your, how shall I put it,....liaison with her last evening." "She told you about that?" Amanda asked. "There was no need to tell me." Tamiko replied. "I have my own room in the penthouse, and I was at home last evening. Rest assured that what happened between the two of you was a genuine coincidence. Mrs. Takeshita had no way of knowing that you would be out on the terrace when she went out for some night air." Amanda had a lot to absorb. From what she could tell, not only wasn't she going to get fired, it was very likely that Wilson would. Couldn't happen to a nicer prick. Yet right now she was wondering something else. "Tell me, Tamiko," Amanda asked, her voice now once again filled with confidence. "Is it only the Penthouse that you share with Mrs. Takeshita?" Tamiko gave no reply, but from the expression on her face, Amanda knew that this beautiful young woman had also felt what it was like to lay naked beneath the satin sheets of that colossal bed. "Finally, I have been instructed to present you with this." She said as she held out a small envelope. "In light of these developments, we felt that it would be somewhat awkward for you to return to San Francisco with Mr. Wilson and his fellows this evening. Inside you will find a first class ticket for tomorrow's mid-morning flight to San Francisco. I hope this is to your satisfaction." "I guess another night here wouldn't be so bad." Amanda said. She pretended not to notice that Tamiko's references had changed from "Mrs. Takeshita felt" to "we felt" to "I hope." "Wonderful!" Tamiko beamed, her face coming alive for the first time. "I would hope that since you will be staying this last night that you will allow me to take you to dinner. Perhaps I can show you some of the Osaka night life you might have missed staying in at night." "Definitely video." Amanda said to herself as she watched Tamiko's eyes light up when she mentioned that Amanda had stayed in at night. "I wonder if I could get a copy of the tape as a souvenir?" "Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have a problem with you and I....." "Most definitely not." Tamiko interjected. "In fact it was her suggestion that I ask you. She said that I would find knowing you a unique and very rewarding experience." Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached for her coat. As they exited into the hall and Amanda locked the door behind her, she turned to Tamiko and asked..... "You don't happen to own a harigata, do you?" END Friday At The Movies by Ann Douglas Jack Tayor couldn't believe his luck. He was going to be the first of all his friends to see the new Clint Conner's action film, Deadly Larry. With a bravado worthy of Clint Conner himself, the 16 yr old had spent a week planning the operation that had resulted in his triumph. First he had reported to school that morning and attended his home room and the first period class, just enough time to establish in the eyes of the school authorities that he had been to school that day. That way he avoided the postcard they sent home to your parents whenever you were marked absent. Then he had hid out in the boys bathroom for the first fifteen minutes of the second period. Like a spy penetrating the most secret halls of the Pentagon, Jack had then worked his way to the school's side entrance, the only one that was open after the start of second period. Careful observation had taught him that it was about twenty after that Mrs. Kaminsky, the woman who was the door monitor there, usually took a cigarette break. Arriving at the top of the staircase at quarter after, Jack watched as she locked the door and headed for the teacher's lounge on the other end of the first floor. With the passing of all the no smoking rules, it was the only place an adult could smoke in the building. Most students usually just lit up in the closest bathroom. Having previously timed the operation, the sandy haired teenager knew it would take her two minutes to reach the lounge. Adding five minutes for the smoke, that gave him nine minutes to make his escape. As the gray haired matron disappeared into the first floor hallway, Jack carefully watched the second hand on his watch. He would give her two minutes to get at least get to the lounge. It wouldn't do for her to suddenly realize she forgot her lighter and catch him playing with the door lock. As the sweep hand passed four for the second time, he bolted from his hiding place and ran for the door. Normally once locked, the door couldn't be opened from the inside without setting off the fire alarms. To most kids, this would be a major problem, but not to a fan of Clint Conners. A little research in the school library had told him that a little piece of conductive tape in the right place would let him bypass the alarm. Two minutes later, a wide smile filled his face as he heard a satisfying click when the door locked behind him. The little piece of tape would fall off of its own accord when Mrs. Kaminsky reopened the door. He had made the perfect escape. Arriving at the theater at 11:18, he quickly bought his ticket while the woman in the ticket booth was more interested in watching her morning soap than in noting that he was too young to be buying a ticket for the R rated film. The rest of his friends would get around this restriction later that night by having one of their older brothers come with them to the show. Now, safe in his seat in the back two rows of the theater, he anxiously waited the start of the show. There were only about a dozen people in the movie house, spread out among a theater which normally held almost 500 people. That was the beauty of his plan. He would be able to savor every minute of the film in a quiet, empty theater. When his buddies saw it tonight, it would be with a couple of hundred screaming fans. In the front of the theater, Jack could see two other teens who must've also skipped school to see the film. Sitting in the front rows was always a bad move, Jack believed. It was too easy to be seen from the back doors. Sometimes the Theater Manager would spot check each auditorium, looking out for kids playing hooky. Checking his watch, Jack happily noted it was only five minutes to show time. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Said a tall woman who had moved into the row just in front of Jack. "Er...no." Jack replied. "Good," She smiled, I don't like to sit too close to the screen, it hurts my eyes." "Oh jeez!" Jack said under his breath. "Practically an empty theater and she's going to sit right in front of me." Actually, she sat 2 seats to the right of the empty seat in front of him. Even so, it was close enough to intrude on Jack's own little private space. The woman stood again as she laid her coat over one of the empty chairs. As she stood in the light, Jack got a better look at her. Her face showed more than a few age lines and her curly black hair had more than a few steaks of gray- white. Jack was never good at guessing ages but he figured that she was older than his mother. who was 45. If he could look in her purse and see her driver's license, he would've see that she was actually 49. She wasn't heavy like his mother or any of her friends, but she still wasn't a woman he would look at twice. In fact, all she really was to him at that moment was an annoyance. Someone who was upsetting his carefully thought out plans. "Two minutes to show time." Flashed the imagine on the screen, replacing the various adds the theater showed while you waited. "Last chance to visit our snack bar." "Ok," Thought Jack, putting the woman out of his mind. "Here we go!" It was then that he noticed the man in the suit jacket talking to the two teens in front. He was using a flashlight to check their id's. A few moments later he was leading them back up the aisle to the exits. Jack sunk down a little lower in his seat, he could've told them sitting up front was a mistake. The Manager had already passed Jack when one of the teens saw him and called out. "Hey, what about him?" "Shit!" Jack thought as the flashlight beam spun around and rested on him. "What a fuckin' asshole! He gets caught so he has to make sure that no one else gets to see the movie." The Manager was already half way down the row to check Jack's identification when the woman in front of him turned around and asked.... "Is there a problem?" "Sorry for the disruption, Ma'am." The Theater Manager said apologetically. "We've been having a problem with kids cutting school and hanging out here, especially when we're running action movies like these. The School Board has asked us to do spot checks on unescorted teens to cut down on truancy. It'll just take a minute and you'll be able to enjoy the movie. Again I apologize but I'm sure you understand?" "Oh of course," She replied. "In fact I'm glad to see you take such a personal interest in the matter. You see so little of that these days." Jack paid little attention to the exchange, instead cursing the luck that had undone his carefully crafted plan. "But I'm afraid there's been a small mistake." The woman continued. "This young man behind me is my nephew." "Your nephew?" The Manager repeated. "Why yes," She continued. "I normally don't sit with him cause he's a little embarrassed about sitting with his "Old Aunt". I don't know about these two young gentlemen, but my nephew is obviously too young to have bought a ticket to this film without an adult having been with him." "Well I guess its ok then." The Manager said, his voice showing he wasn't really convinced. But by now a few of the other patrons were standing and looking in his direction to see what was the delay was in starting the movie. If it'll make you happy, I'll sit back there with him and make sure there's no problem." The woman said as she rose and moved around to enter the row from the other side. The Manager was about to say that it wouldn't be necessary, but she was already moving. Instead he withdrew as quick as he could and signaled the projectionist to start the film. As the house lights dimmed, Jack leaned over and said a quiet thank you to the woman. He still wasn't overjoyed about her sitting near him, much less next to him, but it sure beat getting thrown out and missing the movie. "That's ok," The woman who told him her name was Alice replied. "I was young once, believe it or not. I'll try not to detract from your enjoyment of the film." Twenty minutes later, after 2 car crashes, a bank robbery, and a dozen dead hoods had appeared on the screen, Jack had forgotten that Alice was even there. Jack's eyes opened wide with the appearance of Cindy Armstrong on the screen. One of the hottest young actresses around, she was appearing in the film as Conner's rookie partner. She was going undercover as a dancer in a go go bar and was about to audition for the job. With a flourish, Cindy pulled off her blue tank top, letting a incredible pair of 38D's fall free. Every man in the theater sat up a little straighter to get a better look, and Jack was so exception. "What a set of tits!" He thought. When she began to dance on screen, Jack became increasingly aware of a building pressure in his jeans. Like any healthy 16 yr old, it took little to give him a hard on. By the time Cindy finished her dance routine, Jack's 6" cock was rock hard. Unfortunately it was also in a very awkward position, sticking out from under his briefs and rubbing against his jeans. After a while it began to hurt. It was then that he remembered that Alice was sitting next to him. She'd been true to her word and hadn't uttered a sound to interrupt his enjoyment of the action, just sitting there quietly, eating her popcorn. He couldn't just slide his hand down his pants and shift his cock to a more comfortable position. He was too embarrassed. Hopefully, since the scene had already ended, his cock would quickly return to normal proportions. That was not to be as no more than five minutes later, there was Candy again, naked in the shower. Watching her soap up her breasts and rub them vigorously, Jack's erection returned with a vengeance. This time he had to do something. Looking straight ahead and hoping Alice was doing the same, the teenager slid his hand down into his pants and shifted his cock to a more comfortable angle. He let out an involuntary sign as he touched the sensitive cockbase and a electric spark of pleasure jumped from his loins. Reluctantly he withdrew his hand, thankful that Alice hadn't seemed to notice his actions. This time his member stayed erect as Cindy spent almost five minutes dressing for her date with Conner only to quickly strip again for their lovemaking scene. Watching his hero explore every inch of Cindy's delectable body proved too much for Jack. Even in its now more comfortable position, his cock was pressing against the denim of his jeans. All he could think about was how good it would feel to just rub it a little and pretend he was Clint, making love to Cindy. For a few moments he considered heading for the bathroom, where he could spend a few minutes playing with his now aching cock. Then he quickly discarded the idea because his little tent pole would be visible the minute he stepped out into the light. Also, after all the trouble he went to get here, he didn't want to miss any of the movie. Finally, throwing caution to the wind, he slid his jacket over his lap as unobtrusively as possible. Then he slid his hand under his jacket and began to carefully rub his stiff dick through the material. A tiny smile came to his lips at the small measure of relief. Out of the corner of his eyes, Jack stole a look at Alice. Glad to see her attention was glued to the screen and the movie, he continued his gentle ministrations. It felt so good, the excitement of actually doing it in the movies made it feel even better. Not taking the time to think about what he was doing, for if he did he would've realized what a bad idea it was, Jack quietly popped the top button of his pants and slid down the zipper. The smile on his face grew wider as he felt the warm flesh of his boycock in his hand. The up and down motion of his firm grip sent repeated cycles of joy through his young body. He really wasn't paying attention to the movie anymore. In fact he was now pretty much oblivious of everything around him. Feeling the rising pressure in his small balls, Jack closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't remember that last time it had felt so good. A few more strokes and he was sure he would cum. The sudden reality of where he was and what he was doing suddenly came back to him like a thunderclap. His eyes popped open and his mouth dropped. The sudden pressure of another hand against his own suddenly sent a cold stab through his chest. Afraid to even turn his head, he never the less knew that Alice was no longer watching the film. Beneath his jacket he could feel her fingers running across his until they came in contact with the soft skin of his cock. That spark flashed through him like a bolt of lightning, causing him to jump in his seat. Shocked out of his paralysis, he turned and saw the smile on Alice's face. "It's ok." She whispered. "Just sit back and relax." Instead of sitting back, Jack whirled his head from side to side to see if anyone else was watching. Certain that everyone in the theater could see what was happening, he couldn't believe it when he saw that all eyes where still on the screen where Clint Conner was dispatching another half dozen drug dealers. As the thought that he was still safe finally registered, so did the soothing feeling Alice's hand was producing. Instead of the usual jerking motion he was used to, whether it was by his hand or the few girls he had dated long enough to get a hand job from, Alice's fingers seemed to glide across his skin like feathers. Each gentle touch produced a ripple of delight, it was unlike anything he had experienced before. In his most vivid fantasies, Jack could never have imagined it could feel so good. His mind just seemed to drift among waves of pleasure as Jack finally sat back and closed his eyes. The possibility of getting caught no longer worried him, only the possibility of Alice stopping before he climaxed. As soothing as her touch felt, it was like sandpaper as compared to the indescribable feeling that flooded the core of his being a few moments later. At first he didn't understand the soft and warm wetness which abruptly engulfed his cock, having had nothing to match it against in his young memory. It was only when he opened his eyes a second later that he saw that Alice had replaced her magic hands with her even more magical mouth. 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, Alice applied such pressure that she seemed to draw the very life essence out of his body. But for the moment, that was all she drew. It was only the skillful pressure she kept on the base of his young cock that had prevented his seed from exploding the moment her mouth had made contact. She could feel he was aching for release, but was determined to make it last as long as she could. In a isolated moment of clarity, Jack was able to take a step back and appreciate the situation. In all his fantasies, he had dreamed of cheerleaders or movie stars. Yet here it was a woman older than his mother who was bringing him to levels of euphoria he never imagined existed. He would never be able to look at those women in the same way. That of sexless old women. On the now almost totally ignored screen, Deadly Larry was nearing its explosive climax, as was Larry's number one fan. Alice 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 boycock. 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, Alice took him within her mouth one last time and began to wash away the last remnants of her efforts. By the time his boyhood slipped limply from her, not a trace remained. The house lights came up a few minutes later as the credits rolled on the screen. In ones and twos, the patrons passed Alice and Jack, totally unaware of what had occurred. Jack studied each face as it passed, thankful that none gave him a second look. He turned to say something to Alice, only to find she was gone - having exited the other end of the row. He jumped to his feet and looked from side to side, finally spotting her by the far exit. She stopped when she saw him watching her. Their eyes met one last time --- Alice smiled ---and then she was gone. John Michael Tayor, police officer, husband and father of two, popped the video tape from out of the VCR. Before he dropped the well worn tape back into the plastic storage box, he glanced once more at the title..."Deadly Larry - - 1973". "I don't know how you can watch that silly movie so many times?" Asked Sergeant Taylor's wife as she reentered the room. "Most times you don't even seen to pay attention to it, you just sit there with that silly grin on your face." "That film always reminds me of an important lesson...." The 35 yr old replied as he dropped the case into the storage cabinet. "About not always making judgments about people and things by how they look, and to always open your mind to the new and unexpected." "From that stupid film?" She replied. "I don't get it." "I guess not, but I sure did!" Mike Taylor answered with that same silly grin on his face. END Highway Patrol by Ann Douglas Part One The roar of the engine filled the early morning desert air as the canary yellow 1996 Viper convertible raced down the empty highway. The young woman at the wheel paid no attention to the tableau around her as it hurried past. Her mind was on much more important matters. To anyone who owned a television, the young redhead's face was instantly recognizable. Right after, that was, they stopped looking at the long smooth, tanned legs that stretched out from her white shorts and the overflowing breasts that strained against a small red tank top that had to be at least two sizes too small. What her legions of fans would find shocking would be the angry thoughts that filled her mind. "Goddamn fucking agents.." Angela Foster yelled into the wind as she shifted into another gear with an angry movement. "They have some fucking nerve!" The agent in particular that Angela's anger was directed against was one John Temple. He was one of the best movers and shakers in Hollywood and the man who had started Angela on the road to stardom. Last night, Angela had attended a party at the palatial desert ranch of producer William Donovan. It was supposed to cement the deal giving her the lead role in his next sure blockbuster film. What the reality had been was that Donovan had wanted to cement the deal in his bed. An event that Temple had assured him was more than probable. "When is that asshole going to remember that I'm a major star." Angela thought. "I don't have to spread my legs for some balding sixty-two year old." Angela was the star of one of the years hit series, "Los Angeles Blues". Know sarcastically as "Babes in Blue", it was the network's answer to Baywatch. And unlike its beach counterpart, its main star was female, namely Angela Foster. By the time she was done, she was convinced they'd be saying Pamela who? The days were long gone when the 26 year old had to put out to get ahead. It was time John learned that. He was no longer making the decisions about her career - she was. And if he couldn't get that into his head, well there were other agents. Lost in angry thought, Angela barely noticed the small comfort station along the road that she barreled past at better than 100 mph. What she did become painfully aware of was the flashing red and blue lights of the highway patrol cruiser that appeared moments later from behind the building. "Fuck!" Angela yelled as she turned and looked over her shoulder. "This shit I don't need right now." Had she been thinking a little cooler, Angela would've simply pulled over and taking the ticket and the inevitable lecture. In fact, based on the previous four times she'd been pulled over for speeding, she wouldn't get either. At worse, she'd show a little skin, flash some tit and leave a satisfied patrolman with a story to tell and an autograph. But this morning Angela had an anger at the whole world and instead pressed her foot down on the accelerator, causing the high performance automobile to quickly close on its top speed of 165 mph. "Eat shit and die!" Angela laughed as she image of the police cruiser in her rear view mirror receded in the distance. Even if they'd managed to copy down her plate number, she didn't care. After all, it was Temple's car that she'd borrowed and if they went looking for him, it would serve the little cocksucker right. Two minutes later the police cruiser was gone from view and already fading from Angela's mind. She downshifted and slowed to a more respectable velocity. A sly smile crossed her lips at her small victory. The smile quickly faded as she cleared a small rise in the road and saw the police cruiser ahead of her. The cruiser was spread across both lanes about a quarter mile ahead. It took a second for her to realize that it wasn't the same one she'd left behind in the dust. Fast as a Viper was, it couldn't outrun a radio signal. Angela slowed to a stop and considered her options. Upon due reflection, the actress realized that her little run for the gold was one big fucking mistake. If word of this got to the tabloid press, the negative publicity would be awkward to say the least. As much as she liked to consider herself as a major star, Angela was enough of a realist at times to know the truth of the old saying that "fame was fleeting." She took a deep breath and began to move forward at a greatly reduced speed. Angela put on her contrite face and practiced her apology. She had to get out of this as quick as possible. If worse came to worse, she'd offer to blow the cop. She couldn't imagine any normal guy turning down that offer. There were far worse things that she'd done for her career. "Shit, what if he's gay?" she thought as she came to a stop a hundred feet from the police cruiser. "In that case, I'll fix him up with Ramon." she decided, picturing the 6'2" stud that the studio had hired as her personal trainer. She wanted to bed him so badly and wanted to cry when she found out that he wasn't the least bit interested. Long minutes passed as Angela watched the police officer sit in the front seat of the cruiser. She wondered what the hell he was waiting for, then got her answer as the lights of the first highway patrol cruiser appeared again in her rear view mirror. "Guess I'm going to have to make that two blowjobs." Angela thought as she recalled the night six years before when she'd done summer stock and had participated in her last threesome. It was a pleasant memory but she pushed it aside. Damage control came first. "Showtime." Angela said to herself as she saw the doors of both of the police cruisers open and a uniformed figure step out of each. Angela stretched the open top of her blouse to give an even better view of her breasts. The deep valley between her mounds was clearly visible. She pushed her ample breasts up to give an even better view of them. She checked her face in the mirror and was satisfied that she was as hot as she ever was. Her hands ran through her long red hair and she pulled it back. "Good morning officer." Angela said with her warmest voice as she turned with a flair to face the officer approaching from behind. "License and registration please." the officer said as the blue uniformed figure stepped up to the drivers side door. The look of confidence on Angela's face turned to dust in the wind as the actress looked right into a set of breasts even more impressive than her own. Dark black hair tied in a bun framed a creamy white face. Behind a pair of mirrored sunglasses were a pair of baby blue eyes. "Of course." Angela said, trying to regain her composure. "I realize I was speeding," she said in her most apologetic tone. "And I have the highest respect for people who wear that uniform. I don't know if you recognize me but....." "Yes, I recognize you, Ms. Foster." the officer who's nameplate identified as Clarke. "But I still need to see your license and registration." "Of course." Angela said as she noticed the other officer approach the car from the other side. The second officer was also a woman. Four inches shorter than her partner's 5'9" she was a more heavy set, Hispanic woman. A full figured woman, her heavy breasts were larger than either of the other two women. Short dark brown hair famed a round pleasant face and brown eyes hid behind the standard mirrored sunglasses. The name on the nameplate was de la Gura. "Like I said, I have the highest respect for police officers." Angela said as she searched through her purse for her license. "I'm sure you've seen my show and I..." "We've seen it." Officer Clarke said in a disapproving voice. "Yeah, Babes In Blue." her partner chimed in an equally cold voice. "Now there's an accurate portrayal of the LAPD." "I'm fucked!" Angela thought as she pulled her license out of her purse and handed it to the officer to her left. Is the car registered to you, Ms. Foster?" Officer Clark asked as she examined the license. "Actually it belongs to my agent." Angela answered. "I guess the registration is in the glove compartment." Angela leaned over and opened the glove compartment. As she stretched across the bucket seats, Angela gave both officers a great view of the best breasts a Beverly Hills surgeon could offer. It was a pity, she thought, that the view was wasted. Part Two It's got to be in here somewhere." Angela said as she pushed aside a large assortment of junk. "Here it is." she cried out as she pulled a small leather packet from the back of the compartment. As she pulled her hand out, her bracelet caught on another packet and pulled it out as well. As her hand emerged back into the warm morning air, the second package fell onto the unoccupied passenger seat. "What's this?" Officer de la Gura asked as she reached down and picked up the clear plastic bag. Inside it was a fine white powder very familiar to all three of them. "That's not mine!" Angela immediately called out. "How many times have I heard that before." Diane Clarke said as her partner examined the packet a little more closely. "What do you think, Maria?" "Definitely more than 28 grams." Maria de la Gura said as she gauged the weight of the package after tasting it. "Dealers weight." Diane added as the package was passed to her and she sampled it as well. "I don't understand." Angela said. "This isn't just possession." Diane said in a serious tone. "Having more than 28 grams of cocaine implies intent to sell. And the penalties that go with it." "But it isn't mine." Angela insisted. "Please get out of the car." Officer Clarke said. "Oh God, what do I do now?" Angela asked of herself as she stepped out of the car. "I wish John was here, he always knew what to do." Then she realized that it was obviously John's package of cocaine. He must've bought it for some of his other clients. "This can't be happening to me." Angela thought as she felt cold steel wrap itself around her wrists and the voice of Officer de la Gura read her the rights she had hear herself repeat so often on her TV series. "Do you understand these rights as they've been explained to you?" Maria asked. "No, I mean yes." Angela answered. "Not so much fun when it's not make believe, is it?" Diane asked as she began to lead Angela back to the rear police car. "Wait, there has to be some way for us to work this out." Angela said as she stopped short. In a state of panic, Angela missed the knowing smile that Diane gave Maria. The Hispanic officer walked around the Viper and came to a stop in front of Angela and Diane. "Do you hear this bitch." she said as she stood only a few inches from Angela's face. "She thinks her money can buy her way out of anything." "Maybe we should hear her out." Diane suggested. "If nothing else it might be entertaining." "All right sweet cheeks, my partner wants to hear what you have to say." Maria said. "Better make it good." Angela took a deep breath. If she was very, very lucky, maybe there was still a way out of this mess. She directed her comments to Diane who seemed the most receptive to the idea of working something out. "Look, you know that bags not mine." she began. "So why don't we just make believe none of this ever happened. I'm sure I can make it worth your wild. Say, a thousand dollars a piece?" "Fucking bitch!" Maria yelled into Angela's face. "Do we look stupid?" "Easy, Maria." Diane interrupted. "You saw that article in People last month." Maria continued. What does she make per episode of that candy ass program - forty thousand dollars! I'll bet she spends more than a thousand dollars a year on her dogs." "You have a point, Maria." Diane said. "We'd better get going." she added as she gave a tug on Angela's arm. "No, please." Angela said in desperation. "I'm sorry, double it, no..triple it. There has to be something I can give you." "You have that much money on you?" Diane asked. "No, of course not." Angela said. "No one carries money anymore. I could write you a check." she suggested. "Yeah, right!" Maria laughed. "There has to be something?" Angela insisted. "Come on." Diane said as she pulled Angela forward. "Wait a second." Maria said, causing Diane to stop in mid- step. "Maybe there is something she can do for us." "Anything!" Angela insisted. "I'd like to see this high and mighty television princess get down on her knees and lick my pussy." Maria said. "What?" Angela said surprised. "You heard me." Maria answered. "And don't look so shocked. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time you've had a cunt in your face." True be told, it actually would only be the second time Angela had been with a woman. Back when she had first been up for the part in Los Angeles Blues, the final choice on the lead had rested in the hands of Sylvia Toland, the executive producer. The 59 year old woman had come right out and told Angela that if she really wanted the part then she would have to earn it the old fashion way - in her bed. She said that the other actress up for the part had already agreed to spent the weekend away with Sylvia, but the producer would really rather it be Angela. Without a second thought, Angela had agreed. "If I agree to do that, will you let me go?" Angela asked, panic making her willing to accept any way out of her predicament. "Sure." Maria said. "Why not." Diane agreed. "All right, I'll do it." Angela said in a quiet voice. "Just let me go and then you can come to my house this weekend and....." "Hold it one minute...." Maria interrupted. "We're not making a date here. If we're going to do it, it's going to be right here, right now." "Now...." Angela repeated. "That's right." Maria said. "Unless you'd rather take the chance that your high price lawyers can get you out of this. Of course I'm sure some of the ladies in holding would appreciate a chance to share some of your charms." "And in a high profile bust like this, I'm sure the D.A. would want to handle the case personally." Diane added. "What with all the media attention and all. If only to make sure that there was no special treatment." "Okay, okay...I'll do it." Angela said, the image of being trapped overnight or even longer in a cell with the scum of Los Angeles sending a shiver down her back. "Good." Maria smiled. Maria reached forward and slid her hand up and under Angela's tank top. She squeezed the actress's left breast, playing for a moment with her nipple. Then she grabbed the bottom of the tank top and pulled it up, exposing both breasts. She cupped the other mound and repeated her actions. "What'd I tell you." she laughed to Diane as she felt the hardness under the skin. "Fake as they come!" "No shit!" Diane said as she reached out and pressed her own left hand against Angela's globes. "I never felt a fake pair." "Must've cost a bundle." Maria noted as she continued to play with one breast. "Isn't that right sweet cheeks." "Yes." Angela said, feeling more than a little embarrassed. "You still want her?" Diane asked, wondering if the revelation made a difference. "Fuck yes!" Maria said. "I don't care if the tits are fake, her mouth's real enough." "Can you take off the handcuffs?" Angela asked. "Not yet," Maria said. "We'll get to that soon enough." With that, Maria slid her hand down Angela's chest and under the waistband of her shorts. A smile filled her face as she discovered that Angela wore no panties. The smile grew brighter with a second discovery. "This bitch is wet!" she exclaimed. "I think she gets off on being tied." Part Three Marie pressed Angela up against the door of the Viper and ran her fingers against Angela's pussy. Then it moved to the center of her mound and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Angela's lips as Maria slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second. Gently, she slid them up inside of her, reaching deep within. Before Angela could react, Maria pressed even closer and moved her lips to Angela's. The softness of their touch sent a tiny spark of excitement though the young woman. She couldn't help but react. Closing her eyes, she felt the wetness of the police officer's tongue press against her lips. She opened her mouth to admit it. She felt her own tongue reach out to accept it. Continuing the kiss, Maria pressed harder on Angela's breast as an approving Diane looked on. From her vantage point, the senior officer could tell that underneath the sometimes arrogant facade, Angela could be both a hot and perhaps a somewhat submissive slut. "Mmmm." Maria purred as she bent over and kissed the tops of Angela's mounds. Her tongue traced a circle around Angela's dark brown nipples, darkened by the warmth of many days spent sunning topless. She lightly ticked the tips of her nipples, just enough to bring them to a rigid hardness. Lifting the larger woman, Maria eased Angela onto the hood of the car. Her mouth now sought out the actress's breasts with desire. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness. Angela shivered at the touch of Maria's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Angela's large nipples again and again. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness and producing sensations that she had to admit that were better than any man had produced. Then her teeth closed on them and every bite and nibble sent stronger waves through Angela, causing her to involuntary emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Maria. "You like that, don't you?" Maria said as she savored the sounds coming from her captive. "Lets see if you can give as well as you can take." Maria took a large step back and began to unbuckle her gunbelt. She handed it to Diane, asking as she did. "Do you want a piece of this?" she said, holding up one of Angela's breasts. "No, you enjoy yourself." Diane replied. "I'll just watch." "Suit yourself." Maria said as she began to unbutton her light blue uniform blouse. Up until this moment, Angela had never really felt attracted to a woman. She had been Sylvia's lover for a weekend, that was true. While it had been fun to a point, that was more business than pleasure. She couldn't have planned a scene like this. But now that she was in it, she found it both erotic and exciting. Even the cuffs were a turn-on. She could've have imagined a set of circumstances under which she'd let any man tie her up. Captivated in more ways than the physical, she watched the Hispanic officer strip. With slow, deliberate movements, Maria undid her blouse, one button at a time. She could feel Angela's eyes locked on her. Sure enough, Angela watched fascinated as the view of Maria's bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the blouse revealing a 38DD chest held in place by a heavy duty bra. The bright whiteness formed a sharp contrast with the dark olive of her skin. Reaching behind, Maria undid the clasp of her bra, causing the strap to spring loose. Only Maria's quick reflexes kept the garment from falling off. Maria could see the slight disappointment in Angela's eyes. She exchanged a knowing glance with her partner who was leaning against an imaginary support. Diane glanced up and down the highway as she had done every few minutes. >From experience, she knew that this road was seldom traveled this early in the morning. If the odds were against them, she would be able to spot an approaching car from miles away. With a flourish, Maria removed her hands and finally let her bra fall free. What modern medicine had given to Angela, nature had given to Maria twofold. Her naturally dark aureole were two inches across capped by short stubby nipples. 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 able to caress her own nipple. Then she repeated the action with her other breast. "Do you like?" She asked. "Oh yes...." Angela said softly, still amazed at what she was doing. Maria now undid the belt on her dark blue pants and let them drop to the hard paved ground. Stepping out of them, she reached down and slipped off the matching white panties she wore. Angela looked down at the small patch of pubic hair, it was obvious that the police officer trimmed it regularly. Moving back to Angela with lust in her eyes, Maria again pressed her lips against the actresses, her tongue deep in the smaller woman's mouth. Now Angela eagerly drew the brown skinned girl's tongue deep into her mouth, as Maria's left hand again played with her exposed lighter breasts. Maria raised her own ample mounds and pressed them against Angela's, rubbing erect nipple against erect nipple. The warmth of flesh against flesh could be felt by both women. It was a flame that spread throughout each body. Finally out of breath, Maria broke the passionate embrace and glanced back at Diane. Her partner seemed to be saying "go for it" as she had removed her glasses to get a better view. "Have you ever pleased another woman?" Maria asked Angela as she ran her fingers along the underside of Angela's breasts. "Have you ever had a woman's tits in your mouth?" "Only once." Angela stammered. "Well lets see how well you learned?" Maria quipped as she lifted her nipples and pressed them against Angela's red lips. "Suck them." she ordered in an authoritative tone. Angela opened her lips to comply as Maria grabbed the back of her red hair and pulled her mouth against her fat, chestnut hued, nipple. Her lips and tongue closed on it, sucking eagerly. She wished her hands were free that she could play with them as well but her restraints both lessened and increased her enjoyment. "That's it honey," Maria said as she enjoyed Angela's ministrations. "Who ever taught you how definitely taught you well." Maria let Angela feast on her bountiful breast for a while longer, then she pulled her from her repast and shifted her attention to her other mound. Angela hadn't said much since they'd started, preferring to submit silently. Her actions and non-verbal responses however spoke volumes. Maria had touched a secret spot buried deep within her. A need to be dominated. A need to give up the control she felt she needed to carry around like a shield. She could never give it up to a man, and it had astonished her how easily she had given it up to a woman. "Diane, could you toss me the keys and get a blanket from the car." Maria said over her shoulder as she helped Angela down from the hood of the sportscar. Diane tossed the handcuff keys through the air and Maria caught them effortlessly. With a practiced ease, she undid the locks of Angela's restraints, letting them drop to the ground. Angela rubbed her wrists for a moment, glad to be free of them but knowing she had enjoyed the sensation. Maria began to tug at the edges of Angela's shorts but Angela put her hands over hers. "Please, let me." she said in supplication. Maria released her grip and took a step back, noting that Diane had spread the heavy blanket just off the road on a soft sandy area. She quickly turned her attention back to Angela, watching as she pulled the tank top all the way over her head and tossed it into the car. Slowly, she pulled down her pants and then pitched them into the seat as well. >From her vantage point, Diane could see that her pubic hair had been trimmed tightly very recently. Enough of a stubble remained to tell her that Maria had been right on another point of contention about the star - she wasn't a natural redhead. Part Four Maria led Angela to the blanket and eased her to the ground. To her surprise, it was Angela who now took the initiative. Her mouth again sought out the officer's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness. Maria shivered at the touch of Angela's lips on her dark flesh as her tongue teased Maria's large nipples. Each lick bringing them new sensation. Every bite and nibble sent swells through Maria, causing her to groan louder and louder. Moans which spurred Angela on and on. Angela licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Maria's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way. Lower and lower she kissed until she reached the edge of Maria's wet mound. The actress kissed her brown skin again and again, working her way to her prize. Finally she kissed the center of Maria's ecstasy. "Oh yes....Maria said as she reached down and guided Angela's head. "It feels so good...." The smell of Maria's crotch made Angela a little lightheaded. The aroma was like a aphrodisiac, its scent drawing out ever aspect of her sexuality. 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 enjoyed for the first time.. "Madre Dios!" Maria cried out as her body jumped at the touch, unable to believe that this was only Angela's second time. Originally, Maria only planned to have Angela service her. But now, with the redhead's talented tongue bringing her such pleasure she wanted to return the gift. If only for this brief moment, her animosity to the TV-Cop was forgotten. Shifting position, Maria brought her own mouth level with Angela's sparse bush. Her tongue sought out her excited clit and began to return some of the delights she was receiving. The two women quickly became locked in each others arms, driving each other wild with each stroke. Their bodies shook with the energy they generated as the fury of their efforts translated into a battle of shorts breaths and sweat covered flesh. Running their hands across each other ass, their faces pressed tight against each other's cunt, both women found themselves lost in the rising crest of their passion. >From the wayside, Diane felt herself filled with some of the same passion and found herself rubbing her breasts and pussy through the material of her uniform. Part of her regretted her earlier decision to pass on Maria's offer to join in. Well someone had to keep a lookout, she reminded herself as she again glanced up and down the empty road. She knew if she had joined in, an 18 wheeler could pull up alongside them and none of them would've noticed it until it was too late. "Oh baby, do it to me!" Angela yelled at the top of her lungs in a voice that would've carried for a city block. Then she again mashed her face into the depths of Maria's moist pussy. The excitement of their all too brief encounter erupted like a bursting dam. Maria felt every muscle in her body tense up and then turn to jello. Had she been standing she knew her legs would've given away beneath her. She could also feel the quake building in Angela's body as well. She may had started behind Angela but her long experience had let her quickly catch up. The rising waves of ecstasy that filled both bodies told Maria that Angela's orgasm was only moments behind her own. As she felt herself cresting, the police officer pressed her cunt up against Angela's face, driving her tongue deeper inside her. Then she pushed her own tongue as far inside Angela as it would go. It was a little trick that had been taught to her by one of her earliest lovers. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and more powerful than Maria had expected. Angela was one of those rare women who gushed when she came, and Maria was delighted to have her fruits splash across her face and down her cheeks. Maria never imagined that Angela could've brought out such a response in her. She really hadn't even expected to get off. At most she figured that she'd have a little fun at Angela's expense. How glad she was to be wrong. The two naked women laid there for a few minutes as they regained their spent energy. Then, as quickly as it had all started they broke their embrace and rose to their feet. Whatever brief magic they had shared was now gone. They quickly dressed and Maria walked over to her partner. "Was it worth it?" Diane asked quietly. "Definitely." Maria grinned. "It looked like it." the senior officer said. "I was almost tempted to join in." "Can I go now...." Angela said impatiently as she stepped over to the two officers, adjusting her clothes as she walked. "You got what you wanted." The sudden change in Angela's attitude was remarkable. Five minutes ago she was a horny slut wrapped up in the rapture of lesbian bliss. Now she was back to being a stuck up bitch. It was as if an unseen director had yelled "Cut - print it!" and she had suddenly shed a role she had been playing. Both police officers looked at the actress. Whatever brief feeling they might've felt for her disappeared with the return of her self important attitude. Diane commented quietly that if Angela put that much effort into her acting on Los Angeles Blues she'd win an Emmy. "Well?" Angela asked as she struck a pose, legs spread and hands on her waist. "Yes, you're free to go." Maria said. Without another word, the actress jumped into the car, gunned the engine and roared down the highway. In a little more than a minute she was out of sight. "You know, I'm glad she reverted back to bitchhood." Maria said as she walked Diane back towards her cruiser. "I was beginning to feel a little guilty about all this." "But not too guilty...." Diane added. "No, not too much." Maria laughed. As Diane opened the door of her cruiser, she picked up the bag of white powder that had started it all. She tossed it up and down a few times and asked her partner. "What do you want to do with this?" "Well I never touch the stuff." Maria said. "You're always gobbling it up, why don't you keep it." "Actually, I'm trying to cut down." Diane said. "Too much of that stuff can kill you." "Okay then, I'll take it as a souvenir." Maria laughed. Diane tossed the bag to Maria who unexpectedly reached too high and missed it. The tightly wrapped container exploded as it impacted on the hard surface, leaving a large gritty smear on the road. A sudden powerful breeze scattered it to the four winds. "Oh well." Maria shrugged. "It would've made a great conversation piece." Diane laughed. "Image someone's reaction if you told them what a bargain you got for a dollar ninety worth of sugar." "It was a bargain all right." Maria laughed, this time much harder. "You'd think after all her many episodes of experience as a LA Cop she'd be able to tell the difference between the real thing and a Hollywood prop." "I wonder what her agent was doing with it?" Diane mused. "I've heard of Temple." Maria said as she remembered the name that had been on the registration. "I don't he'd be the type to buy something like that thinking it was real." "Maybe it was for a joke or something." Diane suggested. "Remember when Whitney hid that stack of gay magazines in Jeter's locker?" "That was great, wasn't it." Maria laughed. "He spent almost two days sneaking them out, hoping no one would see them. He didn't know we all knew they were there. That was priceless." "You know what'll be even more priceless? Diane laughed. "When Temple gets his car back and asks her what happened to the bag of sugar." Diane said laughingly. "I'd give anything to she that." "That would be fun." Maria agreed. "The look on her face is going to be something else." "But I'll settle for getting out of here in a hurry." Diane continued as she pressed close to Maria. "Watching the two of you go at it has made me kind of horny." "Then I guess we'd better head in and punch out." Maria replied as she pulled Diane's face to hers and kissed her on the lips. "You know what they say - a horny mind is a terrible thing to waste." 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