Message-ID: <21544asstr$943816200@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Dress Rehearsal"FF(4/4) Lines: 153 X-Original-Message-ID: <81r2ce$im2$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Nov 28 11:06:55 1999 GMT Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 14:10:00 -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, gill-bates, Vulpine, Lambchop Dress Rehearsal by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Four Heather now sought out the shorter girl’s body, filling in the blanks on her own mental map. By the time they were done, they were as familiar with every aspect of the other’s body as they were their own. Amber whispered a request into Heather’s ear. A petition that only made her face glow even brighter. They untangled their limbs and totally changed positions, until they found themselves in the classic sixty-nine. Both spread their legs, clearing a path for the other’s desire. Amber started first, tentatively probing the recess of Heather’s saturated pussy. The strong scent of her sex was overpowering. The taste of her fruits exquisite. She closed her eyes as she drove deep inside, savoring a feast only dreamt about up to now. “Oh yes,” Heather encouraged her. “You’re doing fine. Motivated, Amber moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Heather's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, pleasing Heather with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as her actions became as natural to her as breathing. Satisfied that Amber was well on her way, Heather turned her attention to her own prize. Her first taste of the blond pussy before her had left her hungering for more. With practiced skill, she mirrored the ministrations her own pussy was receiving, quickly catching up to Amber, It became a contest between experience and neophyte enthusiasm, a race to see which could bring the other to orgasm first. In the end, the sudden surge across the finish line was too close to measure, too euphoric for either of them to actually care. Both gyrated faster and faster, driven on by the love of the other. Hearts raced out of control as naked flesh burned with desire. Finally, they gripped each other and traveled together as one through the Fields of Elysium. The journey left them both totally drained. A joyous fatigue that brought sleep to their eyes and a chance to relive it all over in their dreams. It was hours before their eyes opened to look wordlessly and longingly at each other. Moonlight had given way to sunlight as they stood up and felt the morning warmth on their skin. The day was just breaking, but there was no time for even breakfast. Amber had just enough time to quickly wash up and dress, before racing downstairs to meet her ride to the studio. Heather, dressed in one of Amber’s robes, looked down on her love from the terrace. As she watched the dark studio car pulled into the early morning traffic, she threw a kiss for luck into the air. No matter what the day brought now, last night would always shine in her memory. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Heather lay naked in bed, a sheet wrapped around her as she watched the Angie O’Neil show. A week had passed since her night with Amber. Seven days in which she had scarcely spent more than twenty minutes talking to her. The normal shooting schedule for the show had been compressed in order to get the ‘ratings week special’ on the air in time. “Here it comes.” Heather thought with excitement as Angie took Cynthia in her arms. The redheaded forty-year-old stroked Amber’s short hair, mouthing dialogue that Heather paid no attention to. Her attention was on their lips as their heads grew closer. During the brief chats they had during the week, Heather had asked Amber how the scene had gone. The actress had just smiled and said Heather would have to wait until show night to see. From all the publicity the episode had gotten, Heather knew that a few million pairs of eyes were watching with her. Strangely enough, Amber’s eyes were not one of them. She’d told Heather many times she could never watch her own performances. “I hope she doesn’t giggle.” Heather said to herself as she watched their lips meet. The dark girl held her breath, her attention focused totally on the television screen. She watched as Angie and Cynthia closed their eyes and pressed their lips together. Watched as Amber didn’t giggle. Watched as Kate Douglas .... “She’s giving her tongue!” Heather cried out in surprise just before the screen faded to black. “I saw that old bitch, she was using her tongue!” The sound of the closing theme filled the room as Amber walked back in. She was as naked as Heather, carrying a small tray with wine and cheese. Laying the tray on the bed, she climbed up next to Heather. “That horny old bitch used her tongue!” Heather repeated. “Did she?” Amber grinned broadly as she handed her lover a glass of wine. “I really don’t remember.” “You don’t remember?” Heather said as she took the glass. “Did she do that during the dress rehearsal?” “I really don’t remember the dress rehearsal that much,” Amber said as she leaned forward to kiss Heather. “But I do remember, our undress rehearsal.” And it was the undress rehearsal that would be repeated again and again. 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