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Subject: {ASSM} Quantum Entanglement (FF, lesbian) Katherine T.
Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2002 23:10:09 -0500
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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact the author at kt1960@earthlink.net

A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following web URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T/www 

Recent erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at DIVA, a
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Quantum Entanglement

by Katherine T.


The photograph is not sharp, the colors dulled as if a gray veil
covers everything, although the room is apparently suffused in
daylight. The two women are lying on a pale blue sofa, one woman
above the other, both women with dark blonde hair, their mouths
pressed one against the other as they kiss. Above the back of the
sofa, the lower part of a painting can be seen, but nothing in
the painting is distinct. Both women are about thirty years old,
although the woman on top appears a few years older. The younger
woman has her head on a blue and white checked pillow; she wears
light blue jeans, or at least trousers that look like jeans, but
above the waist she is naked, her right breast fully revealed,
her left breast covered by the torso of the woman above her. The
younger woman wears a bracelet or a watch on her right wrist, the
bracelet or watch having fallen down an inch or two on her
forearm towards her elbow, since her right forearm is raised
vertical as her right hand grasps the small bare breast of the
older woman. The older woman wears only underwear, light red
panties and a red bra apparently pulled up to uncover her
breasts, although because her torso is too close to the body of
the woman below her, her chest is not seen except for part of her
left breast, the breast grasped almost completely by the hand of
the younger woman. The kiss is open-mouthed, and the tongue of
the older woman is visible as it pushes into the open mouth of
the younger woman. The long hair of the older woman has fallen
forward to touch the forehead of the younger woman. Now the older
woman slides her mouth across the glistening wet mouth of the
other woman, then lifts her head and apparently says something.
The younger woman frowns and appears unhappy. Words pass between
them, and the younger woman turns her head to face the back of
the sofa. The older woman pulls away and sits up, and in a moment
the other woman shifts her body and does the same and the two
women now sit close side by side, the older woman seated on the
left side of the other woman, who wears only her jeans, her feet
bare. The older woman slides her right arm around the other
woman's shoulders and she uses her left hand to turn the face of
the younger woman in order to kiss her again. As the kiss
continues, the older woman drops her hand from the chin of the
younger woman, and she slides her hand down to the right breast
of the younger woman, her palm closing over the breast as she
takes the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Their torsos
move slightly, then the kiss ends and the older woman pulls away
and the hand holding the breast drops to the waist of the jeans.
Immediately, the younger woman pushes the hand away, and then the
younger woman uses both her hands to unbutton and unzip the front
of her jeans. When the top button is undone and the zipper pulled
down completely, the two women work together to pull at the jeans
to remove them, pushing and tugging the tight jeans down the
younger woman's hips and thighs and legs, and finally the older
woman pulls the jeans away from the other woman's bare feet and
then tosses the jeans to the side on the carpet. Now for the
first time the painting above the back of the sofa is completely
visible and its details clear. The painting (it might be an oil
painting or it might be an acrylic painting) is a careful study
of a woman seated on a carpet in what appears to be a living
room, a lit lamp in the background, two green-leaved plants, and
behind the plant on the left a fireplace. Behind the woman, on
the right, is an easy chair, and over her right shoulder, partly
visible in the distance, there appears a door (or a dark alcove).
The woman wears underwear, a white bra, white panties, white
stockings with lace tops at mid-thigh, and black high-heeled
pumps. Although the room has an apparent wall-to-wall carpet, a
small oval carpet with a pale blue and gray flowery design covers
part of the floor, and on that carpet the woman is seated, half
reclining with the upper part of her body supported by her left
hand, her right hand hidden by her raised right knee and
apparently on her hip. She has short blonde hair, a round face,
and she appears to be about 40 years old (as suggested by the
faint lines at her mouth and the evident thickening of her waist,
her small sloping belly actually visible above the waist of the
white panties. She gazes calmly to her left (at the right side of
the painting), with no emotion visible in her face, nothing
apparent. Her bra has been pulled down to completely expose her
breasts, both breasts hanging over the edges of the bra cups, the
breasts full and ripe-looking, the pink nipples flat. Below the
painting the older woman is on her knees in front of the younger
woman, the younger woman now completely naked, the older woman
still wearing her red underthings. The older woman slowly spreads
apart the knees of the younger woman seated before her, as the
younger woman turns her head toward her left shoulder and closes
her eyes. The movements of the older woman are extremely slow as
she lifts the legs of the younger woman and pulls the lower part
of the younger woman's body forward. The woman in white slowly
shifts her body and reclines on the small oval carpet. She raises
her legs, slides her hands to the waistband of her panties down
her hips and up her thighs and down her legs and feet, the
panties then dropped on the carpet beside her as she lies back
again with her knees raised and her right hand cupped over her
sex, most of the hand hidden by her raised left thigh. Her
fingers move, and as she slowly lowers her left leg to the oval
carpet, all of her right hand becomes visible, the bent fingers,
the fingertips in her sex, her wrist lying across her pubis. The
woman kneeling in front of the woman who sits on the sofa leans
forward to hold her face against the sex of the seated woman, her
head moving slowly from side to side, the younger woman
motionless with her head still turned away, her eyes closed. The
side to side movement of the older woman's face now changes, her
face at intervals pushing into the sex, turning, sliding to the
side again, as though she is kissing the inside of a thigh,
although the kiss itself cannot be seen, only the movement of her
head, an occasional glimpse of her sliding face. The woman
reclined on the oval carpet is rubbing her sex more firmly, four
fingers rubbing her vulva, which has been depilated enough so
that as her fingers pass upwards and downwards, the labia are
visible, the skin with a more reddish tone than the surrounding
skin, the skin of the labia glistening with a wetness, a gleaming
covered and uncovered by the sliding fingers. The woman seated on
the sofa turns her head and opens her mouth, pulls her knees back
so that her legs are suspended in the air, holds her knees with
her hands as the older woman pushes and turns and slides in a
rhythmic persistent friction against the sex, the younger woman
turning her face to her right shoulder, her mouth still open,
then turning her face to her left shoulder, right and then left
again as she rocks her knees. The woman on the oval carpet drops
her head back, her eyes closed, her hand and fingers now rubbing
more rapidly, sliding over and in between the wet lips of her
sex, the wetness glistening in the yellow light of the lamp in
the background, her hand in a frenzied movement now as her body
twists to the side, twists back again, the hand ever sliding, her
fingers blurred in motion, as the older woman grasps the knees of
the younger woman to push them back as she buries her face more
firmly into the sex of the younger woman, whose torso now shakes,
her head twisting right to left, left to right, the woman on the
oval carpet suddenly raising her hips as she digs her fingers
into the open sex, dropping her hips, raising them again, her
fingers blurred in movement, sliding, wet, her body finally
dropping in a final collapse with her sex still impaled. It is
now three o'clock in the afternoon.

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March 2002

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