Message-ID: <21543asstr$943812601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Dress Rehearsal"FF(3/4) Lines: 331 X-Original-Message-ID: <81r2a2$ieu$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Nov 28 11:05:38 1999 GMT Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 13:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman Dress Rehearsal by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Three “Give me five minutes and then come into the bedroom.” Amber said as she ran her fingers along Heather’s cheek. Then she turned and quickly walked away. Heather watched Amber disappear across the room, thinking that she had the nicest legs she’d seen in a long time. Some of the women she knew at Scarlett’s were impressed by breasts, some by a cute ass, but give her a great set of legs anyday. ‘This is certainly turning into one interesting night.” Heather thought as she looked around Amber’s apartment. The apartment was pretty nice, four rooms and a small terrace. Yet for someone who’d hit the big time and supposedly was raking in the dough, Amber seemed to be living rather simply. The apartment wasn’t all that different than that of any of her middle class neighbors. Well she’d only been on the show a short time, maybe it took a while to get used to having money. Then again, maybe it was just another aspect to her personality. The clock on the wall said her five minutes were up. Heather began to follow the path Amber had taken. Her heart was beating a little more quickly now, telling her that this might be more than just a casual roll in the sack for either of them. Ten minutes ago she thought she should leave. Now she was so glad that she hadn’t. “Amber?” she said softly as she stepped into the bedroom. The room was only semi-lit by a night-light. The tall girl stepped further inside, still finding no sign of her friend. The bed, she took note, was still made. “Amber?” she repeated. “Out here.” said a voice from beyond the glass doors at the far end of the room. Watching her step in the dark, Heather followed in the direction of the voice. She figured Amber had left the lights off for a reason and made no attempt to turn any of them on. “Amber, are you ...” she started to say as she stepped through the open door and onto the terrace. “Oh my God!” she gasped, erasing what ever her next words might have been. At the far end of the balcony stood Amber, silhouetted in the light of a full moon. Bathed in moonlight, the blond had left all of her clothes behind in the bedroom. Heather couldn’t think of the last time she had seen anything so beautiful or erotic. “Oh God,” Heather repeated. “You are so beautiful.” “I’m glad you think so.” Amber said as she walked barefoot toward the dark girl. “I’ve always thought my breasts were too small.” Heather looked down at Amber’s mounds. In the refelcted light she could see they were small, perfectly rounded orbs. In the center of each were tiny pinkish circles, with equally tiny, but stiff nipples. Following her gaze downward, she found a small, light to the point of being nonexistent patch of blond hair between her legs. That settled her question of whether Amber was a natural blond of nothing else. She stopped two feet from Heather, looking up and down her body. It was obvious to Heather that Amber wanted her to strip as well. The tall black girl turned for a moment and looked out beyond the terrace. Across the street there were at least two buildings as tall as this one, with most of the lights on, showing that the apartments were occupied. Still, with no light behind them to back light their bodies, she doubted anyone would really be able to see them. Yet even if they could barely make them out, at this distance, what were they going to see. Heather reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper holding up her red dress. Once it was all the way down, it was easy to wiggle out of it. She picked it up off the all weather carpet that lined the terrace and tossed it through the door into the bedroom. Her shoes followed a few moments later. She could feel Amber’s eyes locked on her as she undid the front clasp that held her 38-inch bust in place. Just as quick, the black bra followed her dress through the opening. As was her habit, Heather took a moment to rub her breasts. She’d never been able to find a bra that was both comfortable and still strong enough to hold her mounds in place. Because of that, she always massaged her breasts just a little whenever she took off her bra. Her red nails pressed against her dark brown silver dollar sized areole, producing rigid nibs twice the diameter of Amber’s. She ran both her hands down the length of her body to the waistband of her midnight black panties. Slipping her fingers under, she pulled them down as well. In a playful move, Heather whirled them around her index finger a few times, then sent them flying along the now familiar path. She smiled as she considered what would be the reaction of someone down on the street had she let go of them a moment too soon and they flew off the terrace instead. The two would be lovers stood there in silence. If they could step out of themselves and examine them from the side, they would find their bodies a study in contrasts. Amber had skin a milky white, Heather’s a chocolate brown. Short, almost pixie length blond hair as compared to waist length black. Heather’s breasts seemed almost twice as large as Amber’s, just as her dark mouth seemed to cover twice the area as well. Amber moved first, taking a long step forward that put her in Heather’s arms. They kissed once more, their breasts rubbing nipple to nipple. Each succeeding kiss seemed sweeter than that which preceded it. Every time their tongues met, they seem to reach deeper into the other’s mouth, deeper into the other’s soul. They sucked on each other’s lips, taking their time, making each kiss last an eternity. Amber cupped her hands under Heather’s breasts, feeling the warmth of the brown flesh. Heather followed suit, their flesh tones forming a stark contrast. The blonde’s pink lips released their dark counterparts and moved onto Heather’s neck, then her shoulders, finally to her breasts. Countless nights she had dreamed of the softness of another woman, of the honeyed taste of her mounds. She lowered her head a little further and kissed the top of each of them. Heather brought her lips to the side of Amber’s bowed head, nibbling at her earlobe, blowing gently into her ear. Her tongue followed, tracing a path along the canals. Amber’s oral caress reached the darker circles of Heather’s breasts, running her tongue across and under them. Finally she guided the closest one between her lips and into her mouth. The night air was unusually calm as the two naked women stood and embraced in the reflected light. The only sounds were the beating of their hearts, the rising of their breaths, and the soft sound of lips against flesh. Heather sighed in response to the wet embrace that stroked her nipples. At the same time, she slid a free hand down to where she could just slide it between Amber’s legs. Brown fingers and red nails eclipsed the light hair as her hand pressed against the small mound, finding it very moist to the touch. Heather pressed further with her touch, moving one finger past the blond barrier and into the valley beyond. Amber jumped just enough for the taller woman to feel it, an acknowledgment that she had found her sensitive spot on the first try. The long haired girl continued to stroke the blond mound lightly. Just enough to trigger a response, but not enough to distract the shorter girl from her mammary explorations. Finally, Amber could ignore the hand carressing her womanhood no more. She glided her own hand between Heather’s legs, past the curly haired boundary to the pearl beneath. Although she lacked the younger girl’s experience, the neophyte had no trouble finding her goal just by touch. Excited as it was, Heather’s clit stood out and practically drew attention. Amber slid her fingers up into Heather, finding an easy path up the well-lubricated walls. She slid them in and out a few times, just enough to coat her fingers with the fresh dew. Just as quickly, she drew them out, and raised them to her lips. “Mmmm.” the older girl purred as she took of her first taste of a woman. “I’ve often wondered what it would taste like.” “Is it what you thought it would be?” Heather asked as she drew Amber’s hand to her own lips, sticking out her tongue to wipe clean a small drop she had missed. “Different, but still enjoyable.” Amber answered. “Then you’ll have to take a more direct approach to fully appreciate it.” Heather said. “I’m afraid I’m not sure how.” responded Amber. “Then I’ll just have to demonstrate.” Heather beamed. The railing at the edge of the terrace stood just above waist level. Heather positioned Amber against the railing, her arms stretched out in each direction for support. Her brown skilled lover started once again at her lips, kissing them softly. Heather moved her hand down across Amber’s chest, running her fingers against her rounded breasts. She played with her small pink nipples, pressing them between her dark fingers. Heather’s tongue quickly replaced her fingers, tracing a path across the pale skin, a wet line that left tingles of delight in its wake. Little quivers that alternated with sharp spikes, as small love bites interwove with her caresses. Finally she was on her knees, her face level with the small blond patch of hair. Heather leaned her head forward and kissed the center of it, her tongue darting out and running up and down it’s length. The hair was damp with the aroma of Amber’s excitement, a fragrance that sent shivers across Heather’s mahogany skin. The kneeling girl placed her hands on the back of Amber’s ankles, then slowly brought them up, playing her fingers on the velvet smooth legs. Gently she inched her way up until she reached the cheeks of Amber’s ass. Dark hands spread out against the plump flesh, pressing hard against them. Then, in a surge of lust, she pressed her head tight between Amber’s legs. “Ohhh Yesss!” Amber called out as she felt Heather invade her most intimate region with her tongue. With a quickness born of a too long abstinence, Heather explored the limits of Amber’s womanhood. Amber in turn, was gripped by a torrid of desires long suppressed. Her hands gripped the metal railing as she tried to keep balance on legs now so incredibly weak. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, Heather drove her nimble tongue. Experience and desire intermixed to quickly stoke the fires that had been simmering within Amber all evening. Despite the comfortable breeze, an icy sweat covered Amber’s naked form. Her body quivered with the rising crest radiating from her pulsing sex. The actress wasn’t a virgin, she’d surrendered her virginity to a boy back home in an effort to fit in. There had been three young men since then. None of the four had brought her anywhere near the level of excitement she now found herself. A level rising with each passing moment. “I’m ... go ... ing ... to ... co ...” Amber panted, unable to fully get the words out. It didn’t matter, Heather could read the signs in the older girl’s body like a familiar tome. She redoubled her efforts, determined to make her climax as memorable as possible. It was a goal she reached a dozen heartbeats later. Amber screamed a silent scream, afraid if she gave voice to the rhapsody cascading through her body, it would be heard by the people walking the streets far below. Her legs were now rubber, and only Heather’s still strong grip on them kept her standing. Heather was too busy enjoying the fruits of her efforts to notice any of this. The only thought echoing in her mind was that she had just given Amber her first sapphic orgasm. A fact that made the ambrosia coating her tongue all the more precious. “He ... Hea ... Heather,” Amber said as she found her voice and slid down to the floor, sitting down next to her lover. “I don’t know what to say.” “Say you’re glad we did it.” Heather intoned. “I’m so glad we did it.” the sitting blond smiled. “What else would you like me to say?” “How bout that you want to do it again.” Amber’s reply was non-verbal as she reached behind Heather’s head and pulled her close, their lips coming together once again. The two women rolled into each other’s arms and onto the floor. They rocked back and forth, trading kisses and caresses. Heather lay atop Amber and kissed her hard, their lips and tongues performing an erotic ballet. At the same time, the light skinned girl ran her hands up and down Heather’s back, exploring every aspect of her body. Again and again she ran her fingers across her ass, her nails leaving a quickly fading trail. They changed places, never breaking their kiss, as Amber now took the initiative. The blond brought her fingers to Heather’s face and stroked her cheeks. She moved down and cupped her lover’s large dark breasts, once more bringing the large nipples to hardness. They shifted position, just enough so Amber could reach those delicious treats. (missing parts may be found at) Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. So be sure to take those few minutes, it can only result in more and better stories in the future. ********************************************************* -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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