Message-ID: <24225asstr$958860628@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000520155156.8208.qmail@web3602.mail.yahoo.com> From: Rino Rino MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Raven and Lynda Come Clean (FF,1/2) Date: Sat, 20 May 2000 18:10:28 -0400 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: gill-bates, dennyw Raven and Lynda Come Clean (Part One) It's odd. Raven reflected that you could know someone for twenty years, and be totally unaware of what that person had hidden away. And it was strange that after those twenty years, in the brief span of five minutes, a whole universe of possibilities could unfold. Three hundred seconds. It was time enough to discover a woman. It was a warm May Tuesday afternoon when Raven picked up the phone and called Lynda. "Hello?" Lynda's pleasant voice sounded from the receiver. "Hey, girlfriend!" "Hi, there! I haven't heard from you in couple of weeks. What's going on?" Raven sat down in her kitchen chair, cordless phone at her ear. She brushed back a curl of jet-black hair. "I know, Lynda, I've been terribly derelict. But I'm trying to make amends." "Amend away, sweetie. What's on your mind?" Raven said, "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to get together Saturday?" Lynda said, "Actually, Saturday would be good. Carl is going on a fishing weekend, and my youngest is at a sleepover. I was going to take the time to wash the new truck, but..." "Tell you what. Bring it over here. Larry is out of town as well, and you know my youngest would rather spend his time with his girlfriend at college. I was planning on washing our Expedition as well. Come on over and we'll make it a party." Lynda replied, "Sounds super, hon! I'll bring some wine. That way the car washing will be a lot more fun." "You're on. See you, oh, about eleven?" "It's a date. I'm looking forward to it...it's been a while since we got together." "OK, then. See you later, kid." "Bye." As she hung up the phone, Raven realized she had a pleasant, hard-to-place tingle going up her spine. Ever since Lynda had moved to the other side of their mid-sized southern city, they had not been able to get together as often as they once had. It would be really nice to spend some time with her, without the interruptions of teen-agers or husbands. Just the girls. That had a nice sound to it. Just the girls. Saturday morning came, and Raven busied herself in the empty house. She did some minor cleaning chores, and laid out the buckets and detergent and rags for the car wash. She was a mature woman in her early forties and she had a woman's curves, generous and pleasing. She was of medium height and her hips were wide and her bottom deliciously round. She had jet-black hair that was beginning to grow out in waves towards her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling liquid blue, and her pretty face held the promise of warm intimacy. She had dressed in a pair of old cut-off jeans, now a faded blue and raggedy around the legs. They were cut quite high on the thighs, and her well-muscled legs were displayed to good advantage. She had decided against wearing any panties, and the soft well-worn denim pressed comfortably against her mound. If one looked closely, they might have spied a strand of black curls escaping from the crotch area. Raven rarely trimmed her pubic hair. She wore an old baggy tee shirt, once vivid green and now a pale shade of the original. She had not put on a bra, and her large heavy breasts moved to-and-fro underneath the thin fabric. She enjoyed the sensation of the cotton cloth rubbing on her nipples. Her feet were bare, the toes painted a pale red. Shortly before eleven, she heard a vehicle come into the driveway. She looked out the kitchen window, and saw a bright red Dodge RAM slowly pull in and park beside the Expedition. Raven saw Lynda at the wheel, an attractive woman with shoulder length dark brown hair and large sunglasses. She cut off the ignition and got out of the truck, one sneaker-clad foot stepping onto the running board. Raven went to the back patio French doors and opened them. Lynda carried a large cloth bag with a couple of bottles of wine poking out of the top. She saw Raven and waved. Lynda was dressed in similar fashion to her friend. She had some old faded black jean shorts, cut off rather high on the thighs, ragged fringes tickling the legs. A loose pink tee shirt with a v-neck draped around her top, and Raven could see that she also was sans bra. Lynda was a couple of inches shorter than Raven, but her well formed body with its firm plump breasts and round bottom atop supple legs ensured that she was as noticeable as her friend. She was a few years younger than her friend, but she was equally a fully-developed woman. Raven held out her arms and said, "Hey, there! Right on time!" Lynda put the bag down inside the doors, and stepped into Raven's arms for the brief hug and kiss on the cheek. "You bet! This was one date I didn't want to pass up. The thought of spending some time with you without everyone else around was very appealing." It felt really good to see her friend, Raven thought. The hug and the kiss were like a warm breeze after a cold snap. "Why don't we just sit out here on the deck, honey? I'll get a couple of glasses and we can start on that wine. I figure the trucks will wait for us." Lynda said, "That'll be great. I also brought a loaf of French bread and some cheese." Raven said, "I'll get the glasses and some plates." She turned around back into the house, as Lynda moved to the right and stepped down onto a large Redwood deck. She made herself comfortable on one of the chairs by the wooden table, and pulled a chilled bottle of Chardonnay out of her bag. Raven appeared a moment later with a couple of plates, some wineglasses, napkins, and a knife to cut the bread. She laid them out on the table and sat down. The air was warm and the sunlight was bright. Puffy white cumulus dotted the sky, ambling along lazily through a brilliant blue sky. "So," Lynda asked, "What's been going with you and yours?" Raven worked a corkscrew into the bottle. "Not a whole lot. The kids are fine, Larry is fine. I've been working a little bit on my painting. Life goes on. What about with you?" Lynda took the crisp bread out of the wrapper and laid it on the plate. She cut two big chunks and a couple of slices of cheese. She said, "About the same. Carl recently got a promotion. This fishing weekend of his is to celebrate a bit. Fish! If they don't come filleted and blackened, I don't want to deal with them." Raven poured them each a glass of the chilled wine. She handed one to Lynda. "To the menfolk...and getting away from them for awhile!" Raven toasted. "Hear! Hear!" Lynda laughed. They each sipped the wine and regarded each other with sparkling eyes and open smiles. They felt the warm camaraderie of their long friendship wash over them. It had definitely been a mistake to go so long with seeing each other. It used to be that they got together almost every day. So they chatted easily about trivial things, sipping the cold wine and enjoying the crusty bread and cheese. Before they knew it, and hour and a half had elapsed. One bottle of wine was gone, and they had started on another. Lynda looked at her watch. "Well, are we splotzed enough to wash the cars now?" Raven giggled. "Oh, we should probably make an effort. Just to avoid any guilty feelings about wasting the day." Lynda leaned over the table, and lightly placed her hand on Raven's. She said, softly, "I don't think anything has been wasted." Her brown eyes were steady on Raven's. Raven felt a warm shiver run along her body. The touch was very...welcome. She covered Lynda's hand with her own and squeezed it lightly. "No, it hasn't been. Not at all." The two women rose from their chairs. They quietly carried the dishes into the kitchen and laid them in the sink. Raven gathered the buckets and rags and carried them outside. Lynda said, "So, do we work on one vehicle at a time?" "Sure. That'll be more fun." She hooked up the hoses to the faucets and dumped some detergent in the plastic buckets. She turned on the faucets and Raven and Janice used the attached sprayers to mix the water and detergent. Soon billowing clouds of the soapy mixture rose in the buckets, spilling a bit over the rims. They tackled Lynda's large truck first, spraying the RAM from top to bottom, then attacking the vehicle with the soapy rags. The women washed the truck under the shade of a large live oak, Spanish moss hanging down from the branches. The combination of sunshine, physical exercise, and Chardonnay had them in a state of mild euphoria. They worked closely together, and the stretching and bending often brought their bodies together. The warm soapy water had wet the fronts of their shirts, and their unholstered breasts were quite evident. Each time they bumped into each other, they would smile and chatter about trivialities, and both would feel a warm glow. On occasion, they would cross paths when they went from one side of the truck to the other. Lynda tried to work a tangle out of her hose, and walked behind Raven just as she was turning around. They found the front of their bodies in sudden close contact. Raven gasped a little bit as Lynda's wet tee shirt and round breasts met her own. The globes slid along each other, and Raven felt her nipples go suddenly erect as they touched Lynda's points. Lynda backed up quickly. She blushed a bit, and said, "Excuse me...I was clumsy." Raven stood there, holding her rag and hose, oblivious to the water streaming out. She said, "Uhh...that's okay...it didn't hurt, after all." She tried an awkward smile. Lynda walked around to the other side of the truck, and said in a low voice, "No...it didn't..." They continued to wash the truck, and they didn't say anything for a few minutes. Raven wondered at her immediate sexual reaction to the inadvertent encounter. It was more than just stiff nipples. She had felt a tingle in her crotch. A definite shiver. Lynda pondered her own feelings. The warm day and muscle-stretching labor had made her feel very sensual. Her whole body felt alive and receptive. She caught herself looking at her friend, and noticing what a beautiful woman she was. She had always known that Raven was pretty, but for the first time she saw how attractive she was. Those unbelievable eyes, and that spectacular body. What was going on here? Raven had never questioned her sexuality. Her love life with her husband was good and satisfying. She certainly enjoyed a good hard cock. But as she stole glances at Lynda, she began to wonder. What would it be like to take a woman into her arms, to kiss those soft sweet lips? What would it feel like to have those breasts touch her own? For the legs to intertwine and the soft furry bushes to meet? Lynda watched Raven's breasts move underneath her shirt, the visible nipples sliding along the faded green fabric, now wet and semi-transparent. She saw those sleek legs beneath the cut-offs and thought what it would be like to have them wrapped around her waist. Lynda felt her nipples grow stiff. They finished soaping and wiping the truck. They dropped the rags in the buckets and picked up the hoses. They squeezed the handles on the nozzles and the high-pressure spray shot out. The women adjusted the spray to a wide fan and started to rinse the truck. They smiled at each other as they showered the truck. The breeze quickly blew the scattering mist around them, and they found themselves soaked. Their cut-offs became soggy and their tee shirts were dripping. The clothes were molded to their bodies like a second skin, the breasts plainly visible. Raven took a second to pull the crotch of her pants away from her mound. She felt the cool sensation of wet soft denim on her mound. As she stood on tiptoe around the passenger door, she compressed her breasts against the window. Lynda looked through from the other side and saw the boobs flatten against the glass and thought the sight was incredibly erotic. Lynda thought to herself that she'd better do something, or she was going to find herself raping her lifelong friend. So she picked up her hose, aimed it over the truck, and sprayed Raven in the chest. Raven whooped. Lynda held the spray on Raven's chest, and Raven turned and ducked, her head coming down and getting hit by the water. Raven laughed, and shouted. "Two can play at that game, missy!" She adjusted the nozzle on her hose, and aimed the narrow stream of water at Lynda. Lynda danced out in front of the truck and Raven played the hose around her, water squirting forcefully and hitting Lynda's chest. Raven could see the stream actually making an indentation in Lynda's breasts. Lynda closed her eyes and shrieked with laughter. She brought her own hose up and the two women sprayed each other and jumped around. They were now thoroughly soaked and dripping, and they got closer together, still aiming their watery weapons at each other. Raven got close enough to hook an arm around Lynda's neck. She yelled, "Now I've got you!" and held the hose nozzle right against Lynda's breasts and pulled the trigger. Lynda tried to bring her arms up to defend herself, but Raven was too quick with the hose. The brown-haired woman realized that the only defense was a good offense. She reached for the front of Raven's shorts and pulled. The waistline came open enough for Lynda to put her hose down the front of Raven's shorts and spray. Raven laughed lustily, and did the same. The two soaking wet women giggled and howled as they pulled on the front of the shorts and hosed the crotches of the other. Raven noticed that Lynda had no panties on. Then they stopped. They released the triggers on the nozzles and the flow ceased. They pulled the nozzles out and dropped them on the ground. Raven looked into Lynda's eyes. She said, "Maybe we'd better get inside and dry off." Lynda fixed Raven with a penetrating gaze, rich with sex. "Oh, yes," she breathed. Raven went over to the faucets and shut them off. Lynda then followed Raven into the house, down a long hall and into the dark, cool confines of the master bedroom. They dripped water on the carpet. They looked at each other. Raven said, "I can get some other shorts and a blouse that will fit you. I can wash and dry these." They were standing near the closet, by one side of the large bed. Lynda said, "Okay." Raven moved a step closer to Lynda. "I don't have any idea what I'm doing," she whispered. Lynda said, "Me, neither. But I don't want to stop." Raven said, "It's like a big wave of water is approaching. It's getting higher." She took another step, and their breasts were inches apart. "Do you like the water?" Lynda asked. "I'm going to find out." Raven moved her head closer to Lynda. Their lips got close. Raven could smell Lynda's breath, could almost taste the want that was there. They kissed. Raven and Lynda shared their first trembling kiss and then they both groaned. Their mouths opened, and they flung their arms around each other. Their wet tongues met and slid together, and they held each other in a tight, tight embrace, breasts and belly and thighs meetings and rubbing. It was exactly like a wave. Raven had never felt anything so overwhelming in her life, this mad desire to hold and kiss and embrace. She heard a roaring in her ears and felt dizzy. Lynda felt the wave as well, swelling overhead. Her breasts and crotch seemed connected by a hot cord, and she became incredibly horny. She ran her hands up and down Raven's body, grabbing and squeezing, trying to get as close to her as possible. They broke the kiss to look at each other with unguarded wanton lust. Then their mouths plastered onto each other again, raw and frank. Their fingers were abruptly at each other's shorts. They maintained the wet sloppy kiss as they blindly unbuttoned each other's cut-offs and unzipped them. They moaned into each other's mouths as their fingers frantically grabbed the waistbands and they simultaneously slid their shorts down to their knees. Lynda's brown pubic hair, wet and tangled, came into view, along with the sodden thatch that spilled over Raven's mound. Driven purely by the instinctive need to bring their sexes together, they each grabbed the other's hips and pulled sharply. "Ahhhhh...ohhhh!" Raven screamed. The meeting of their bushes was like an explosion. Raven pulled on Lynda's hips again. "Ohhhh....GOD!" Lynda shouted. The two women had never felt anything like this before. The wet pubic hair met with a cool sensation of tickling and pulling. Then the swollen labia touched and finally the rigid clits, bathed in female liquor, encountered each other. For Raven it was almost immediate. Once, twice, three times their hips bucked together. The dripping cunts met and roughly tangled, each touch ratcheting up the tension. Then they bounced their hips together one more time and held it, grinding the pussies in a lewd swiveling motion, hands clenched in each other's buttocks. Their wet breasts were compressed together underneath the faded tee shirts. Raven jerked her head back and cried out, "Oh, my GOD...FUCK ME! I'M COMING!!!" She felt the orgasm start in her clit and radiate outward like a circular lightning bolt. Her vagina spurted freshets of slippery juices and the muscles in her pelvis contracted strongly. She closed her eyes and howled in pure bliss as she came. Lynda was right behind her. Her buttocks quivered as her hips danced and jittered, and she yelled out. A stream of fluid issued from her cunt and dripped down her legs. The strong contractions of her vagina brought delirious relief as she jerked and moaned. They finally found surcease as the gasping orgasm dwindled, leaving sweet aftershocks as the trembling calmed down. They held each other, heads resting on shoulders, their shorts now puddled around their ankles. Without words, they stepped out of the shorts. They broke apart and looked into one another's eyes. They then reached down and pulled their shirts off and dropped them on the floor. Now naked, they stood together. Lynda walked forward and reached out. She pushed backwards and Raven found herself against the closet door. Lynda grasped Raven's hands and lifted them high overhead. The brown-haired woman moved forward and pinned Raven's hands up against the wall. She started to kiss the statuesque black-haired woman, holding Raven's hands up as she rubbed her body against her friends. Lynda's thigh worked itself between Raven's legs. Raven was going to be ravished. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! 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