Rosalind: London, early December 1919.

I awoke feeling absolutely marvelous, and lay there for a moment trying to recall the last time I had felt happy through and though. Years, certainly — before the war. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the smooth softness of the sheets, the comfortable weight of the quilts on top of me, the pale morning light fighting to penetrate the curtains and the faint aroma of — was it bacon? Heaven!

I turned my head to see Allison on her side, her blue eyes twinkling as she watched me.

“Good morning, darling,” she whispered. “I wasn’t sure if you’d ever wake up, you were sleeping so heavily.”

I leaned in for a kiss. “I only sleep that way when I feel both exhausted and secure.”

“What do you mean, secure?” she asked, a light frown creasing her brow.

“Well… unworried. Safe. Secure. Like nothing bad could possibly happen here.”

“Hmm. I never thought about it that way.”

“Of course not — you live here, in this warm, cozy, quiet nest.” I kissed the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “My tiny flat is quite different. Always chilly, always someone arguing somewhere, babies crying, trains whistling, and underneath it all, the eternal smell of boiled cabbage.” I half-snorted, half-laughed.

“Sounds perfectly dreadful.”

“Well, it’s not the Ritz, to be sure. But once I complete our massage training course, I’ll be able to earn my own way and live in a nicer neighborhood. I can bear it until then. It fits my budget and that’s the important thing.”

“But you shouldn’t have to bear it, darling. Come here and live with me. I’ve plenty of room.”

I laughed and rolled over to hug her, reveling in her heat and softness.

“One of the things I love best about you is your generosity of spirit, dear. But I couldn’t possibly move in with you. What would your aunt say? Suppose we fought – what then? No darling, I’ll go home later to the frightful scents of sour milk and cabbage and be grateful for my time spent with you.”

Allison gave me a look that suggested this topic was not closed and remarked that we needed to wash, dress and go down to breakfast.

“I’ll tell Auntie C that you stayed with me last night because of the snow,” she said, standing before her large wardrobe to choose the day’s clothes. I threw on a dressing gown, suddenly desperate to use the facilities, and bolted for the hall.

Upon my return, I found a gray woolen skirt and heavy silk blouse laid out on the bed.

“Try those on,” she directed, sitting in a chair and buttoning her shoes. “They’re too small for me, but they may fit you.”

They did. I smiled, enjoying the luxurious feel of the silk against my waist as I tucked in the blouse and looked in the mirror. The pale pink of the blouse suited her coloring better than mine, but it still surpassed anything I had ever owned.

As I sat down to button my shoes, I saw her nod with satisfaction.

“It may be a trifle old fashioned, but you look beautiful.”

I smiled. “I feel beautiful.”

She walked over and kissed my cheek. “You are beautiful,” she whispered in my ear.

Straightening, she grabbed my hand and headed for the door.

“Time for breakfast. You’ll love Auntie Clarissa. She’s an angel.”

As I trotted down the stairs after her, I wondered just how angelic Allison’s aunt — what was her last name? I could hardly call her Auntie Clarissa — might be when confronted with an unknown waif at breakfast. I needn’t have worried — she was all smiles when she spotted me standing shyly behind Allison.

“Do sit down, my dear! Edna — set an extra place for our guest. Do you drink coffee or tea, my dear?”

“Tea, please.”

I had hardly finished saying it when a cup appeared at my elbow, followed closely by a pot containing steaming fragrant tea. I nodded my thanks to the servant, who sniffed.

“Breakfast is on the sideboard. We’re informal on Sunday mornings. Do help yourself.”

With that, Auntie Clarissa dug into an egg and looked blissful as she chewed. I gathered that conversation could wait, and stepped up to the sideboard. Remembering the stale bread I’d broken my fast on yesterday, I smiled at the breads, eggs, bacon, tomatoes and potatoes. And was that real butter for the bread? Heaven!

Allison joined me, saying in a low voice, “Truly, take all you want. Auntie C believes in a hearty breakfast. She won’t think less of you if you fill your plate. And neither will I.”

“It all looks so good! I can’t decide,” I answered in a normal tone.

“Then take one of each, dear girl,” Aunt Clarissa called from the table. “I can’t abide waverers.”

Laughing, I did as she said, piling my plate high with lovely food, then sitting down at my now-set place. I bowed my head and offered a brief, silent prayer.

I looked up to find Aunt Clarissa regarding me thoughtfully.

“How refreshing to meet a young person who believes in God,” she remarked. “I thought the war killed the faith of most of your generation.”

“Not all of us,” I answered. “True bursa eskort faith requires that we believe in God even when He appears to be elsewhere.”

“And have you that level of faith?”

“Sometimes. Other times, not. But I always strive to find it.”

The older woman nodded approvingly. “Seek and ye shall find. One cannot ask for more. Now — what is your name, dear girl? Allison’s manners are simply shocking, but you’d think she would have introduced you by now.”

“I would have introduced Miss Evans properly had you not started talking the second we entered the room!”

It seemed clear to me from their twinkling eyes that true affection existed between them and I ate my breakfast quietly, enjoying the banter that sparked around me. They no doubt noticed my single-minded attack of my food and lapsed into silence, all of us eating with gusto.

“I do like to see a young girl enjoy her food,” Aunt Clarissa said as Edna refreshed our tea.

“I grew up on a farm, with three brothers and a sister,” I replied, still wishing I knew what to call Aunt Clarissa. “I suppose we were all hearty trenchermen.”

“Oh, splendid! I spent two years of my girlhood on a cousin’s farm in Dorset. I have very happy memories of that time.”

We spoke pleasantly of farm life for several minutes before Allison interjected.

“Is Uncle Henny coming over for chapel or do we need to dress for church?”

“Oh, yes. Dear Henny should be here any minute.”

“Uncle Henny?” I asked.

“My late husband’s older brother, Henry Harding, known as Henny because young Tommy, Allison’s eldest brother, had trouble with Rs when he was learning to talk. All the children called him that, and so did the adults, and here we are. He’s a retired clergyman. Well, as retired as a clergyman can be, I suppose. He did volunteer as a hospital chaplain during the war, of course, and he still works there of a Sunday.”

“I’m sure he was a great comfort to our boys, Mrs. Harding.” She met my eye and gave me a conspiratorial smile, as if she knew exactly what I had just done. I smiled back, acknowledging her guess. “My brother John spoke fondly of the chaplain in his hospital here after he was wounded in France.”

“Oh dear. I thought Allison had told me all of your brothers had been killed in the war.”

“David and James were killed in action. John was severely wounded in Belgium, but survived his injuries and came home. He died three months later. Flu. He was perfectly well at breakfast that day, and gone by teatime.”

I felt the familiar tears prickle behind my eyes and stared down at my tea, willing them to stay put.

“I am so very sorry for your loss, dear child.” Mrs. Harding spoke gently, all the fun gone from her voice. “The war and the flu took the very best of us, it seems. The flu took dear Sarah, Allison’s mother, too.”

I shot a quick look at Allison, but she was staring at the table and blinking back tears herself. We all sat quietly for a long moment, remembering.

A clatter down the hall announced the arrival of Uncle Henny. He poked his head in the doorframe and despite my tears, I nearly laughed. I had never seen a man who looked so much like an owl.

“I’m not too late for breakfast, am I? And who is this lovely young lady?”

“Uncle Henny, may I present Miss Rosalind Evans?”

“Don’t get up, my dear,” he said, smiling and taking my hand in his as I struggled to rise. “Sit, sit! We don’t stand on ceremony at breakfast. Far too early for protocol. Delighted to meet you, of course. Pretty girls always make breakfast taste even better!”

He winked at me and made a beeline for the sideboard even as Edna poured him a cup of tea and laid a place for him at the foot of the table.

“If I’d known you would be breaking your fast with us, I’d have ordered more food,” Mrs. Harding fussed as he piled his plate with the remnants from the sideboard.

“Don’t be absurd, Claire,” he retorted. “The war may be over, but the farms aren’t yet back up to speed and rationing hasn’t stopped. In fact, how ever did you manage to get bacon?”

“Connections, dear. It’s all in whom one knows.” She sounded smug, but I couldn’t blame her. The food was superb, however she had acquired it.

He sat down and applied himself to his meal with the same determination all of us had shown earlier. I smiled, liking this family more and more.

“Rosalind’s late fiancé wanted to be a clergyman,” Allison told him.

He peered at me, looking more like an owl than ever.

“Attracted to the erudite gentlemen, are you?” he joked.

“Always.”

“Very sound reasoning! I applaud you, Miss Evans. Handsome faces and manly figures sag and degrade with time, but keen intellect and loving hearts are forever.” He paused. “The war?”

“Yes. Passchendaele. He had just been home on leave. That’s when we got engaged.”

“Ah.” He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. I understand you ministered to our boys over here?”

“I did, in a hospital many were brought to directly from France. bursa bayan escort Still had mud in their wounds, many of them. But perhaps we can talk of that later. My dears, it’s the first Sunday of Advent! Much better to talk of our coming saviour.”

We all relaxed at that, and soon trooped to a room set up like a tiny chapel, with small padded benches and kneelers, a miniature altar to hold the cup and bread, a slim lectern holding a Bible, and even a stained-glass window depicting Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Mrs. Harding, Allison and I all covered our heads with lace veils laid out by the door, and I curtsied before sitting down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Uncle Henny smile and Aunt Clarissa nod with approval.

As the reverend began to speak, I reflected on my loving night with Allison. Had we sinned? I reckoned so, although I didn’t feel the guilt one might have expected. Hugs and kisses on the cheek could be rationalized, but the deep kissing, the way we had caressed and licked and loved each other’s bodies — that all definitely seemed sinful. I felt the blood heat my face as I recalled the wonder of her body when we’d woken up shortly after midnight, the way her hair tickled my nose as I buried my face in her sex, that glorious taste…

The others were kneeling and I hurried to catch up, joining in the recitation of the Lord’s Prayer. God hadn’t done a very good job at leading me not into temptation, I thought as I repeated the words, but He had given me my daily bread, for the body and soul! I hadn’t eaten so well in a long time, nor with such kind and stimulating company.

We sat back on the benches as Uncle Henny spoke of preparing ourselves for the coming Christ child, for the renewal of hope in the midst of despair and corruption, for light to shine in the darkness. I had felt all those things — hope, joy, anticipation — since meeting Allison. Could I then truly say that God didn’t mean for Allison and me to love each other? Sighing softly, I put aside my concerns and concentrated on the rest of the excellent sermon, participating sincerely in the cherished rituals of the service.

Mrs. Harding, Allie and I doffed our veils as we left the room, and I turned to the reverend.

“Thank you for a lovely service. I enjoyed your message very much.”

“Not at all, my dear. And the message wasn’t mine — it was the Holy Spirit’s. I was merely the conduit.”

“You always say that, Uncle Henny.”

“That’s because it’s true, dear Allison. When I was a young man, I spent days researching and writing hour-long sermons, only to find inspiration from another source when I stood in the pulpit. After twenty or so years, I finally gave in and let the Spirit do the speaking. Everyone told me how much better my sermons became!”

He laughed.

“It’s true,” Aunt Clarissa piped up. “I remember your stodgy sermon at our wedding. We had to borrow a page from the Catholics and sit down, you went on for so long!”

“Yes, yes. I don’t think your poor mother ever forgave any of us. She was quite a stickler for decorum. Which leads us to the question of how such a creature ever gave birth to you, Claire.”

Aunt Clarissa slapped his arm lightly and I could see it was a long-standing joke between them.

“You realize she also never forgave you for calling me Claire instead of Clarissa. She never liked that nickname.”

“Oh, I know. That’s why I did it. Your mother needed to be thwarted every so often.”

They both laughed.

“It was a great day when George met you, dear Claire,” he said gently.

“It was indeed. Hard to believe he’s been gone for two years now. Even now, I keep expecting him to walk in the front door and explain his death was an elaborate joke.”

“I miss him too,” Allison said. “He was the most agreeable man I ever met.”

“Our parents placed great value on that quality. I must confess, George had it more than I.”

“John had it too — my twin brother, Allison’s father,” Aunt Clarissa said, realizing I had no idea of whom she was speaking. “Our mother failed utterly in her quest to raise us to be proper emotionless English children. He was always more serious than I, but he shared my love of laughter. I expect that’s what attracted him to Sarah. Hardly anyone enjoyed life more than your mother, dear.”

Allison looked wistful, and I took her hand and squeezed it. She smiled and squeezed mine back.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Evans, but I must go. I have an eleven o’clock service at the hospital, and I mustn’t be late. Still so many soldiers there, and the lads depend on me.”

After he left, Aunt Clarissa looked at us both. “I should love to get better acquainted, Miss Evans, but I too have a commitment.” She sighed. “The war changed everything, did it not? Sunday is no longer devoted solely to prayer and family time. But I will be home for supper. Will you be joining us, Miss Evans?”

I looked at Allison. She nodded.

“I believe so, Mrs. Harding, although I will not have time to dally afterward. bursa ucuz escort I must get home and ready myself for the coming week.”

“Excellent!” and she sounded as though she meant it. “You seem a most interesting girl and I look forward to knowing you better. Of course, dear Allison has already spoken of you so often that I feel as though I know you rather well. But it’s always different to meet in the flesh, is it not? One gains a much better understanding that way.”

She gave me another smile and went upstairs. Allison and I looked at one another. In the distance, I heard a door close.

“Shall we return to my rooms and study for a while? We do have that examination this week.”

She spoke rather loudly, as though we were putting on a performance, so I agreed at once. We both stopped to use the water closet — all that tasty tea had caught up with me. Back in her room, she closed the door and explained that Edna, while providing excellent service, also enjoyed a good gossip. I nodded, understanding.

“So perhaps we should study quietly.” She moved toward me and took me in her arms.

“I’m sure we can manage that.” We kissed, soft and slow.

“No shouting out the answers, or anything else,” she continued, her fingers dancing on my back.

“Absolutely not,” I agreed, unbuttoning her blouse and reaching inside. She shivered.

“Remember what M. Dupont said about warming one’s hands before touching another person.”

I retracted my hands and rubbed them together, never taking my eyes off hers.

“When my hands are warm, where does my patient wish me to put them?”

“Mmm. I think you should do a thorough assessment and determine that for yourself.”

I reached into her blouse once more and flattened my hands against her back, pulling her closer to me.

“Then I should turn around so my patient retains her dignity and privacy.”

“I don’t know about that. Perhaps you should watch in case I stumble and hurt myself.”

I backed away, hardly daring to blink as she draped her blouse, then her skirt on her chair. She blushed as she took in my intense stare, then deliberately turned away to unclasp her brassiere and drop it on the chair. My breath quickened as I saw the swell of her buttocks and hips below her pink knickers. Unable to resist, I stepped forward and ran my hands over those curves, reveling in her heat and the sensation of fine silk and finer skin. She backed into me, making her enjoyment clear. My fingers crept under the silk and around to her front. I chuckled suddenly, realizing I was silently reciting names of the bones and muscles under my hands even as I caressed her.

“What?” she asked.

I told her and she laughed with me.

“I do that too! Best way to learn anatomy. Archie and I used to do that.”

Shocked, I stiffened and straightened up. She looked around and realized what I was thinking.

“Not this, silly girl! Hands and feet and arms and such.”

“Oh.” I felt a complete fool. She turned completely and embraced me, hugging away my stiffness and shame. “Help me finish?”

My hands returned to her bottom and she practically purred as I rubbed and kneaded her. I eased her pants off her hips and held her hand — “for your safety, darling” — as she stepped out of them.

Unlike my body, Allie’s did not seem to have any flat spots — she was all delightful curves and concavities. I couldn’t seem to get enough of just looking at her peaches-and-cream beauty or inhaling her intoxicating natural fragrance.

“I think your patient would feel more comfortable if her practitioner weren’t quite so bundled up. One feels vulnerable when one is the only one in the room who’s naked.”

“How insensitive of your practitioner,” I said, swiftly unclasping and untying my borrowed garments. She watched with amusement as I stepped out of my clothes, only to be confronted with my shoes. She silently handed me her buttonhook, then giggled as I grumbled my way through the buttons.

Nude at last, I flung myself on the bed. “Time for your assessment.” I patted the mattress beside me. “Please start with your face down.”

She sat at the edge of the bed and slid over to me, again catching my eye and not relinquishing it until she rolled onto her belly. I found it terribly arousing.

“In assessing a patient, we start at the feet,” and I suited action to word, crawling down to the foot of the bed and rubbing one foot, then the other. I worked my thumbs into her arches, eliciting a groan, and vigorously sawed my hands on either side of her Achilles tendon, the friction heating the skin and tissue nicely. I continued up her slender, lightly furred, legs, wishing my own hair there was so fine and blond.

“I do love your legs, Allie,” I said quietly. “Like something one might see in the British Museum, they are.”

She giggled into the quilt.

“Can you imagine this sight in the British Museum, darling? The scandal!”

Her giggles grew into laughs, and I could not help but join in.

“Perhaps they could put us in with the ancient Greeks or Romans,” I suggested. “That lot seemed to prefer naked ladies.”

Unable to concentrate on massaging her, I slid forward, draping my body alongside hers, sliding my thigh up to rest on her hamstrings and kissing her ear. We both shifted as she turned round to face me.

I was just finishing up the dinner dishes when I heard Susan’s car pull into my driveway. I smiled to myself and hurried over to the front door. She had taken to coming over as soon as her husband left for work each night. I’d found myself acting like a puppy, eager for her owner to get home. Everyday I waited for the clock to swing around to 7 and for my new lover to arrive.

I opened the door before she could knock. Susan stood there in her usual casual attire, long coat tossed over t-shirts and jeans. Her thick brown hair was brushed back in ponytail. She wasn’t really a person for dressing up, but god was she lovely.

She gave me a wide smile and threw her arms around my neck. I pulled her into my embrace, our lips brushing in a kiss as our breasts pressed together. My hands slid inside her coat, wrapping around her back, stroking along the curve of her spine, cupping the swell of her ass. She purred into my kiss and then walked me back into the kitchen, never breaking our contact. She reached behind her and closed the door.

We’d been friends for about a year, then lovers for the past two months. We’d met at mutual friend’s party and later I’d started hanging out with her and her husband. I was giving her longing looks from the start. Over time, as we grew closer, she’d admitted her past experiences with other women. I took my chances and kissed her, a few minutes later we were pulling off our clothes and pulling each other to the floor. Now we got together every chance we got.

We quit our embrace at last and I stepped away from her. I looked into her pale blue eyes then reached up to stroke her cheek. She took my hand in hers squeezing it tightly. She led me to the living room. We were both grinning like kids at Christmas.

At the doorway she pushed me to the wall. Her mouth closed over mine, devouring me. She pulled my skirt up and pressed her leg firmly between mine. For a wonderful moment she ground her thigh against my pussy. I wrapped my arms around her neck to keep my balance and pushed myself to her. I felt my breath grow short and my skin flush. I let out a deep throaty moan. Her hands moved between us, closing on my breasts. But just as I began to climb towards ecstasy she pulled away. I stared at her, pleading with my eyes. She smiled and stepped fully into the room.

We settled down together on my sofa. I lay on my side and she spooned up against me. It had become our little ritual, the thing we always did before really beginning. She wriggled her body to mine, and as always I shivered in delight when her ass came to rest against my pelvis. I let my arm drape over her, my hand resting on her stomach. We lay like that for a long moment, the sweet joy of the intimacy filling us both. I caught the scent of her, the sweetness of her skin, the perfume of her hair. I could feel my heart rush at the joy her being near me.

Susan had such a lovely body. She was tall, almost whipcord thin. She’d been a long distance runner in school and her muscles still reflected that. She was trim and taunt, with wonderful legs. Her long thighs and claves were so perfectly shaped. Next to her I always felt delicate and a little weak. It only added to the thrill to know I could make her do what I wanted. My gorgeous, almost dangerous, pet.

My fingers made little circles on her belly, slowly pushing her shirt up. I reveled in the contrast of her soft skin stretched bursa escort over the firm muscles beneath. Girl Jocks have always been a passion of mine and she was the sexiest I’d ever met.

I pushed her hair aside with my face and began to nibble her slender neck. She cooed in response and turned to meet me. I paused, our lips so close, our breath mingling, flowing warm across our faces. I moved to kiss her, our mouths so tight together that I could feel my lips pushed to my teeth. Excited by this I moved my mouth, biting her lower lip playfully. She sighed and shifted her weight, leaning back into me. The warmth of her form filled me.

I let my hand wander higher, taking one of her pert breasts and squeezing it softly. Her breasts were small, in keeping with her athletic build, but they looked perfect on her. She was always worried about their small size detracting from her appearance; every chance I could I did my best to convince her they were perfect.

She reached down and pulled off her top, exposing them for me. I kissed my way from her lips, down her neck, pausing to nip at her throat again. She sighed in response. I’d discovered Susan had a thing for bites. I continued my progress along her body until my mouth closed on her nipple. I teased and sucked at it, letting the stud in my tongue slide over the sensitive skin. She purred in appreciation of the attention. I nibbled and licked both her nipples, trying to draw out her excitement.

My hand ran back down her belly, my fingertips sneaking under the waistband of her jeans and her panties. I let my nails trace through her pubic hair, lightly scratching her skin. Susan refused to shave or wax her pussy. At first I’d found it a little odd (which says something about modern fashion) but by now I found it excited me, making her seem so much more womanly. I inched my fingers down, taunting her skin with them, until the tips brushed her lips. She sighed and stiffened, lifting her hips off the sofa. Her jeans left me little room to work, so my motions were small confined, just the lightest pressures and strokes on her folds, the quickest touch on her clit. I kept up my kissing of her nipples, enjoying the way she twisted and squirmed, the sound of her breath growing more ragged.

At last in frustration she reached down and undid her fly, giving my hand room. I rewarded her by sliding my index finger inside her, curling it around the pubic arch pressing firmly on her spot. She howled in pleasure, a deep throaty sound, more like an animal than person. I slowly drew my finger out of her, pulling it across her clit as it left her folds. I repeated this motion a few times, playing her cunny like a violin, and like the instrument she sang in joy at the feeling.

Between her gasps of pleasure her she began to whisper over and over “please Beth, please lick me.”

I climbed off the sofa and knelt beside it. Together we pulled her jeans and panties off, tossing them aside. She sat up, her legs parted for me. I rose up and kissed her again, fierce this time, my teeth biting her lip without a shred of gentleness, before my tongue sought out hers. We explored each other’s mouths, our tongues rolling over the other, stroking gums and sliding on our teeth.

I ran my hands up her thighs, my nails leaving red welts on her skin. She trembled under me, arching her back. My fingertips reached her pussy and I pressed a bursa escort bayan knuckle to her lips, I twisted and pushed against her folds, my thumb forced down on her clit. I was rough as could be and I could feel her responding.

Susan had told me about her past experiences, a girl friend in high school, a couple of quick lovers at the university, then she got married. None of them had been anything but vanilla sex. I loved showing her new things. One of those being how much fun it could be to get forceful and wild.

I worked a pair of fingers inside her, driving them deep. I twisted them around drawing more cries and whimpers from her with every turn. I knew by now how much she loved that little line between the joys of feeling her walls being stroked and the pain of feeling them stretched. I kept her on that cusp as long as I could.

She reached out with her hands, running her fingers through my hair. She pulled my face up to meet her gaze.

“Please hun,” she begged in that same whisper. “Please lick me.” She could be a little insistent some times.

I took hold of her hips and pulled her from the sofa. Using my hands I turned her around and guided her into kneeling, her chest resting on the cushions. She looked back at me and smiled.

I moved behind her, my fingers again stroking her legs. I squeezed and kneaded the taunt muscles of her thighs then moved to her ass cheeks. I pulled them apart with my thumbs, revealing her sex. I brought my face close to her, letting my breath hit her skin. Susan shifted her weight, bringing herself closer to my mouth.

I let my tongue dart out, just flicking across her lips. I felt her hips wriggle in response. I pushed the tip between her folds and just paused there for a second. I heard her gasp in anticipation. She started to rock back to me. I thought about pulling away, just to teach her patience, but I was too eager to wait myself.

I began to run my tongue along the length of her pussy, moving slow and languidly, tasting the sweetness of her excitement. She paid me back with a long sigh and the shivering of her body. I dove into her, my tongue seeking her wetness. I lapped at her shrine drawing forth her cries of adoration. My fingers joined by mouth, teasing, stroking, lighting her nerves with pleasure.

Then I pulled back. It was her turn to gasp in frustration, to writhe in denied pleasure. She rocked her hips, her frustration apparent.

I pulled her cheeks apart, exposing both the dripping wetness of her pussy and the tender bud of her asshole. It was time to teach Susan something new. I let my fingertips pull lightly at her bud, just touching the sensitive skin. I slid my tongue up from her pussy, over her skin and brought the tip to her hole. I felt her jump a bit as I begin to circle the ring of muscle.

I kept up the slow movements, sweeping around and around her hole. She began to sigh in response, relaxing and giving in to the new sensations. As I felt her start to loosen up, I tugged with my fingertips and she began to open for me. I curled my tongue and jabbed the point to her bud. She tensed some that that, but the slow strokes and pulls soon had me darting in. I wriggled and forced myself inside her.

Susan slumped on the sofa, a string of semi coherent words and moans leaving her lips. I loved feeling my little pet surrender herself bursa merkez escort like this.

As my tongue explored her ass, I brought my left hand back to her pussy. I wasted no time in pushing a pair of fingers into her, jabbing and turning them roughly. I made no pretense at gentleness now, demanding, savage, trying to pull her climax out by force. My sweet girl screamed out and began to wriggle and squirm.

Her ass twitched around my tongue, clenching in response to the fierce fucking she was receiving. I felt a rush as the ring grabbed for me. I needed to keep pushing this boundary, to see what she would take.

I let my thumb slide up next to my tongue. I withdrew my mouth and before she could close up again, drove my thumb into her bud. She let out an even louder cry, but didn’t pull away. Her ass squeezed my thumb, the inner ring of muscle pressing tight on my intruding digit. I began to rock my hand in and out of her, my fingers pushing and churning her pussy walls. Soon the motion had her relaxing again, and my thumb began to slide inside her ass.

I picked up the tempo, pistoning into both her holes. My free hand curled under her thigh, and my fingers began to lightly slap at her clit. I laid my head on the small of her back, feeling the increasing heat from her skin. Beneath me her whole body shook. I couldn’t understand a thing she was saying, her voice was so ragged from her panting.

I kept speeding up my assault on my lover’s body, reveling in the spasms and quakes of her flesh as she raced for climax. I knew she couldn’t last much longer. Somewhere in me a small spark of cruelty arose, and on the next backstroke of my hand I pressed my ring finger and pinky into her wetness. As I shoved them forward Herr screams filled my ears. I had never filled my pet so full and the contortions of her body showed how intense it was for her. Despite her pleas I didn’t stop; I didn’t slow down; I didn’t slacken at all. My free hand now pressed down hard on her button.

She couldn’t last any longer and I felt the muscles of her back tense up as she crossed the edge. The walls of her pussy rippled around my fingers, and I thought her ass would snap my thumb as she spasmed. I felt her pussy flood and her voice shouted out in ecstacy. I kept up my finger fucking as she trembled and subsided, slowing down my pace as her body collapsed limp under me. At last I pulled out of her and sat down beside the sofa.

She slid down beside me, limp as a rag doll. Her face was drenched in sweat and her eyes were still half closed. I brought my mouth to her and kissed her deeply.

She responded to that, her tongue on mine. Felt her hand slide between my legs, her fingers bunched in a fist. She began to flex her knuckles, driving them against my clit and my slit. She rubbed me like that with all her remaining strength. Luckily I was so hot from what I had done to her, that I found my own orgasm before she ran out of steam. I moaned my joy into her kiss as my own pussy found its release.

We fell together on the floor, our arms and limbs wrapped together. He head rested on my shoulder, and I could hear her whispering, “I love you” over and over.

I kissed her forehead and spoke for the first time since she entered my house. “Hey There.”

“hi there yourself” she said as she smiled up at me. “Wow, that was something I hadn’t expected.”

“I just want you to be happier than anyone has ever made you.”

“You’re only racing yourself, hun. No one makes me cum like you do.”

I kissed her again and we settled down, slowly catching our breath. I lay there; content in the warm mix of my own satisfaction and the knowledge of the joy I brought her.

Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

A few months ago, my friend gave birth to her first child. I was thrilled for her, but also a little freaked out. We were both the same age and, up until then, we had been mostly equal when it came to our development as women. Though I honestly believe marriage is a waste of money and children are the best way to lose your identity as an individual—don’t get me wrong, I love kids, just as long as they belong to someone else—I could not help but feel jealous. What’s more, having a friend with a child made me feel old. Of course, I know twenty-five is far from ancient, but feelings and logic rarely mix.

The months following the birth, we didn’t see each other once. She was busy changing diapers and I was busy juggling my writing career with my summer job and about half a dozen other things. We tried making plans to hang out a few times, but our schedules never seemed to line up. Believe it or not, it took a full three months before we managed to agree on a date and time.

I was incredibly nervous when I rang the doorbell. My friend had always been a knockout, but the last time I had seen her, she had not been the woman I had always known and secretly had a crush. Pregnancy had turned her into an overweight, pimply-faced slob. I know that makes me shallow, but appearance is extremely important to me, even when it comes to my friends.

“Please be hot. Please be hot. Please be hot.” I kept whispering to myself as I waited for her to answer the door. When I finally laid eyes on her, a relieved sigh escaped me. She had lost all of her pregnancy weight and her skin had cleared up. She was back to her old, drop-dead-gorgeous self.

“You look hot,” was the first thing I said.

My friend blushed ever so slightly.

“Thanks,” she said as she sidestepped to let me in.

We barely even had time to share an it’s been too long since we last saw each other hug before I was dragged to the next room to see the escort bayan baby. As I said before, I love kids, but I am not one to talk in a baby voice or fawn over a human being that is not even able to speak. However, I had to admit he was a cute little guy.

Once she had received enough compliments for both her and her child, the three of us retired to the living room. We began by bringing each other up to date on the last three months of our lives. This was followed by a rather intense gossip exchange session. However, it paled in comparison to the overwhelming arousal that washed over me when she spoke a few simple words that would change my life. At least my fantasy life.

“Do you mind if I breastfeed?” she asked.

I was breastfed as a child, so I’m not new to the concept. Plus, I’m a lesbian, so seeing another woman’s breasts is not exactly unusual for me. And, given the intense crush I still had on my friend, being exposed to her boobs was a fantasy come true.

“O—of course not,” I stuttered, hoping she did not notice how red my cheeks had gotten.

I watched in giddy anticipation as she unbuttoned her blouse. Moments later, one of her breasts popped out. It was bigger than I recalled, but that was normal given the milk that filled it. The nipple was puffy and red and the sight of it drove me wild with desire. I knew it was wrong of me to take advantage of the situation, but I couldn’t help but get turned on. I tore my gaze away just as the baby’s lips reached the nipple.

I managed to keep my arousal contained long enough for my friend’s baby to fall asleep. Tucking her breast back into her blouse, she informed me she would go put him down for a nap and that she would be back in a few minutes. I had been struggling to keep my arousal under wraps and all I could muster was a slight nod. I held out just long enough for my friend to vanish from sight. As soon as she was gone, I stopped fighting the fantasy that was struggling to burst free and sighed in relief as reality faded.

Moments after my fantasy began, my friend returned. The baby was nowhere to be see, which was a good thing given the fact that she was now naked. I had fantasized about this moment for years, yet she now looked hotter than I ever could have imagined. She was perfect in every way, be it her engorged breasts or her tight, clean-shaven pussy.

“What a shame she’s not a lesbian,” I thought, but what I said aloud was, “Wh—what are you doing?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she strode toward me, a look of fierce determination in her eyes.

“I saw how you looked at görükle escort me before,” she finally said, obviously referring to my reaction upon seeing her breast.

I didn’t know what to say, so I remained silent. That was a good thing, because she yanked me to my feet as soon as she reached the couch and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I was taken by surprised, but quickly recovered and reciprocated her eager tongue strokes.

When she finally released me, I fell back down onto the couch. I stared up at her and my eyes landed on her breasts. I couldn’t help but smile as I studied them. They looked even more engorged than before.

“Would you like to suck them?” she eventually asked with a devious smile.

I hadn’t even thought of that, but now what the offer was on the table, there was no way I could refuse it. I nodded shyly and watched in giddy anticipation as my friend kneeled on the couch before me. Her breasts were now level with my face and all I had to do was lean forward and suck. And that was exactly what I did.

It felt a little odd at first, but I when the first few drops of milk poured into my mouth, everything changed. The memories of my childhood returned and I instantly recalled just how to suck to extract as much milk as possible. The creamy liquid began to flow down my throat and my arousal level spiked.

I drank for what felt like an eternity, making sure to tease my friend’s nipples in the process. Apparently, I was doing a good job, because I felt her body shiver with excitement each time my tongue made contact with one of her nipples. When I was certain she was on the verge of going insane from all that teasing, I pulled away. My mouth full of hot milk, I pulled her down for a passionate kiss.

Our tongues danced around in an ocean of creamy, white liquid as moans flowed past our lips. Once every last drop had been ingested, I returned to the source for more. This went on for a few minutes before I decided to take things to the next level. Pulling away from her breasts for the final time, I tried to make my way down to her pussy, but she stopped me before I could.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“This is your fantasy,” she reminded me, “not mine.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I wondered as I watched her jump up and rush out of the room. Unfortunately, the answer was not revealed until a few minutes later, when she returned with a large strapon attached to her flawless figure.

I would have gladly made her climax, but apparently, she had other plans in mind. And given the bursa elit escort size of the strapon, I got the feeling I would enjoy every seconds of whatever it was she had planned for me. In anticipation of this, I began tearing off my clothes.

“Get on your hands and knees!” she ordered as soon as I was naked. One of her arm was outstretched and her index pointed to the floor in front of the couch. I was a little disappointed that I would not get to suck her boobs while she fucked me, but I knew it was not a good idea to disobey her. I let myself slide off the couch and got into position. I barely had time to offer her my ass that she was kneeling behind me, pressing the tip of her silicone spear against my engorged labia.

“Ready?” she asked.

I nodded, too excited to speak. But my voice soon returned when she propelled every last inch of her massive toy into me.

“Fuck!” I yelled as she began pounding me. I was surprised by the intensity of her thrusts, yet that soon became irrelevant when something hot started splashing down onto my back. It was not until I glanced back and found my friend squeezing her breasts that I realized it was milk. I found this behavior a little odd, but I had to admit it was extremely enjoyable. Perhaps it was the taboo factor. Or perhaps it was the knowledge that milk was good for the skin. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that I was being pounded by my beautiful friend. Whatever the cause, I had not been this aroused in quite some time and a powerful orgasm soon grew within me.

I wanted to warn her of my impending climax, but my pussy came to life before I could. It convulsed madly around my friend’s “cock” as I buried my face in the couch cushions to keep from disturbing the neighbors. The last thing I wanted was for someone to disturb us during one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Unfortunately, that was exactly what happened. Well, sort of.

I was snapped back to reality by my friend entering the room. I was still seated on the couch, only now I was fully dressed and so was my friend. Of course, there was no sign of a strapon.

“Now we can finally talk,” she said as she took a seat next to me, but before she could place another word, a high-pitched cry emerged from the baby’s room.

“I’ll be right back,” she promised as she stood up. From the slump in her shoulders and the dragging of her feet, I could tell that being a mother was hard on her, but she still looked as hot as ever. In fact, I felt another fantasy grab hold of me as I watched her ass sway from side to side. Maybe we wouldn’t get to hang out after all, but at least my visit would give me a few fantasies to keep my busy until the baby was old enough to feed himself without his mother’s breasts, her beautiful, milk-filled breasts.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

I had been out in California attending a business related class for a week, when I returned home to quite a surprise. The class was scheduled to end on Friday afternoon, but due to the limited number of scheduled flights back to Atlanta, I would be forced to take the “red eye”, which would arrive about 5:45am. This trip, however, luck was on my side, as the class ended early, due to a bout of food poisoning suffered by the instructor, and I was able to catch the earlier flight, which would put me into Atlanta at about 8:00pm. Due to my having to speed to the airport in San Jose, return my rental car, then dash to the gate, I was unable to call and alert my wife, Kate, of my early arrival time.

Being happy just to be able to get away from San Jose around lunch time, I figured surprising her with an early arrival would just be icing on the cake. I knew that the kids would be visiting friends that night, so needless to say, I was really looking forward to an evening of wild sex with Kate, after all, I had been gone almost a week.

As I drove down our street, I realized that Kate had company. I immediately recognized her best friend Kitty’s car parked in my usual spot. Kitty had recently moved out of town due to a job change, but apparently had breezed into town for the weekend. Kitty is around Kate’s age, not as sexy, but I have always fantasized about what it would be like to get into her pants. She has an ample ass, and a nice set of tits. As I said, she’s not a woman that would stop a man in his tracks, but she seems to exude a sexuality all her own. Her and Kate have always been extremely close, so I guess their closeness played a big part in my attraction to her as well.

“What the hell”, I said, as I parked on the curb and walked, suitcase in hand, to the side door of the house. Strangely, all the lights were off in the front of the house, though the master bathroom light, as well as the bedroom and den light were turned on.

My first thought in seeing the front lights of the house lights turned off, was how similar it appeared compared to the way Kate and I situate things during our nights alone. The idea being to make the house look as if no one is home, or everyone’s gone to bed, so we won’t be disturbed by friends dropping by unannounced. I had jerked off hundreds of times in the past, fantasizing about watching Kate and Kitty make love. Kate has always emphatically denied any attraction to the female sex, but, I have always believed that, given bursa escort the right circumstances, people, especially Kate, are capable of anything.

Seeing the house this way got me thinking…no, it couldn’t be, could it? My experiences with good luck always seem short lived, so I figured I had used my allotment for the day when I got away from San Jose early. What the hell, I thought, you never know. I laid my suitcase in the breezeway between the garage and house, and crept quietly around to the back, where I could get a better idea about what was happening.

Our master bath extends out into a bay window, with the garden tub situated in the bay itself. I immediately heard talking and giggling, as well as water splashing, as I rounded the bay window. There was no way I could see into the bathroom through the windows, due to the presence of blinds, so the only solution was to place a ladder against the arbor that attached the garage and house, climb up, and peer down through the skylight situated over the tub. “Unfucking believable”, I said quietly to myself, as I looked at what lay below me. Apparently, the bottle of wine sitting on the side of the tub had taken hold of Kate and Kitty, because they were both sitting in the tub, naked, bathing one another.

I immediately began sporting a raging hard on, as I watched the proceedings beneath me. I wanted to pull my cock out so badly and jerk off, that it was all I could do to restrain myself, but due to the view from the street, I had to lay belly down to keep a low profile.

They had several candles lit and placed around the deck of the tub, and the soft candle glow accentuated the two heavenly bodies centered between them. I couldn’t help but notice how their hands seemed to linger on each others tits, caressing each one till the nipple was firm. After a few minutes of their soft, sensual bathing, they leaned toward each other, as if on cue, and began to kiss deeply, their tongues lashing out, and dancing together, delving deep within each other’s mouths. Personally, I thing two women kissing is about the most sexy, sensual thing there is, and I was definitely not disappointed here. After about a minute of kissing, their hands, then fingers, began to explore the inner folds of one anther’s pussy. Soon, their ministrations evolved from soft caresses, to more intense penetration of one another, their kisses growing more and more heated. The situation was indeed getting hotter and hotter, and I couldn’t bursa ucuz escort wait to see what was next.

After about ten or fifteen minutes of foreplay, they exited the tub and dried one another off from head to toe. When they were completely dry, they each put on a very sheer bra and panty set, and moved into the den, taking with them all of the candles they had lit. This would certainly work out better for me, as our den opens out onto the back deck through a French door, with a full view from the outside.

Once the candles were in place, they laid out several blankets on the carpet, and Kate disappeared back into the bedroom, only to come out with the huge dildo (along with a tube of KY jelly), that I had recently bought for her. Kitty’s attention was riveted to the dildo, though I was unable to hear what her comment was in response. Kate had also brought out one of our porn videos for them to watch.

The video was started with two women making love beside a swimming pool. Strange, I thought, Kate never really seemed all that interested in female-female scenes when we watched videos in the past, but obviously that wasn’t the case tonight. As they lay beside on another, they began to kiss and caress one another once more. I settled in on the back deck to enjoy the show.

Kate soon broke the kiss, picked up the dildo, and began slathering KY jelly up and down the shaft. She moved down between Kitty’s legs and began to remove her panties, kissing her thighs as she did so. After discarding her panties, Kate spread Kitty’s legs farther apart, and began to lick up and down her pussy, penetrating her lips, and taking extra time to flick her large, protruding clit with her tongue. Soon, Kate had Kitty writhing in ecstasy, hips thrusting up off the floor, as she drove her tongue in and out of her pussy. Kate inserted two of her fingers into Kitty’s cunt, and began to drive them in and out, increasing her tempo with each thrust. Kitty began to buck her hips upward, driving her sopping cunt up into Kate’s face as she started to cum.

Kate never allowed her to come completely down following her orgasm, as she quickly grabbed the massive dildo and inserted it into Kitty’s soaked cunt. Kitty moaned loudly as the dildo entered the folds of her pussy, and it didn’t take long before she was fucking “Kong” like it was her last time. Kate began to pound the dildo in and out in a frenzied pace, Kitty once again bucking bursa elit escort upward to meet her every thrust. Kitty was in such a state of passion, that she was soon cumming again, this time much harder than before, as she began to squeeze the dildo within her as tightly as possible. As she squeezed her thighs together, I though at first she was going to crush Kate.

As she once again came down from her intense orgasm, cum began to flow copiously from her pussy, soaking Kate’s hands as she withdrew the dildo. She tossed the dildo aside, and began to lick and suck all of Kitty’s cum from around her cunt. Damn, that was sexy! Kate continued to lick and suck her cunt until it was completely clean, lapping up every drop inside and out.

Following this torrid scene, they both lit a cigarette, and laid back to enjoy the video. They poured themselves some more wine, and continued to caress one another as they talked quietly, commenting on the various scenes in the movie.

Things soon began to heat up again, as caresses became kisses, each one alternating from mouths to theirs partner’s tits. Kitty rolled Kate over on her back, and began to alternate from one tit to another, kissing, licking, and caressing each one with obvious affection. This time, it was Kitty who broke the kisses, as she got up and began fishing around in her oversized handbag. She came out with a large, strap-on dildo, and began to put it on.

After applying a minimal amount of lubricant (I’m sure she was aware of how wet Kate’s pussy was by now), she kneeled down between Kate’s legs and slowly inserted the dildo. Now this truly was a fantasy come true for me!

Kitty looked hot as hell as she began to move slowly in and out of Kate’s pussy, her sexy ass rising and falling with thrust. She began to alternate between Kate’s mouth and tits, kissing and sucking each one languidly. As Kitty began to thrust faster and deeper (which Kate truly loves), Kate wrapped her legs around Kitty’s waist and pulled her even deeper into her sopping wet cunt. Their tempo increased by the second, as Kate came ever closer to her anticipated orgasm. Suddenly, Kate groaned loudly, pulling Kitty with her legs and feet, deeper into her pussy, and at the same time, jamming her tongue deep into Kitty’s mouth, kissing her hard as she began to cum.

By this time, needless to say, I had my cock out, and was stroking it with reckless abandon. Given the circumstances, I lasted all of about 30 seconds before I began jetting cum all over the sundeck. It was without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I had ever experience with my own hand.

I decided that I would wait a little while before I made my surprise arrival. I knew in my heart though, that the night was probably only just beginning…

I sat on my computer chair wearing my favourite nightie. It was a deep blue, full length silk one. It felt so smooth and sexy against my skin and I always got very aroused when I put it on….. Tonight was no different. Tonight I was waiting for Paul to come online so I could tell him about my latest adventure with Judy. Judy was my female lover and together we’ve been meeting occasionally to explore each other’s bodies and to try different things together. Today’s adventure was the best yet. Today we’d done something neither of us had tried before.

Today was not like any other day, as I woke this morning the sun was shining and it was already getting warm. I had the day off from work and had rung Judy last night to let her know I was free today. As I lay in bed thinking of what pleasures awaited me today, I could already feel myself getting wet at the thought of what we had planned. We had agreed to meet for lunch at a local restaurant near my house. As I had a few hours to kill I decided to have a nice long soak in the bath.

I filled the bath with hot water and added my favourite sweet smelling bath salts that made large wonderful bubbles. I slowly settled into the water and laid my head back against the bath, letting the small ripples I’d caused stop slapping against my breasts. My imagination was slowly starting to work overtime, thinking of how Judy would react when she saw the new toys I’d bought. One was a pink 18 inches long double-headed dong and the other was a full-harnessed strap-on jock with build in butt plug. The thought of pushing that little plug into my ass and then fucking Judy with the 10 inch dildo attached while she knelt and played with her clit, made my juices start to flow like a river. I slide my hands down my stomach and gently touched my clit, it was very sensitive and I could feel my body start to react, my orgasm start to build. Inserting my fingers into my very wet pussy, I slowly fucked myself, all the while thinking of what was to come later today.

I dressed in a little white tank top that showed off my breasts and a very short skirt. Today I decided I would not even wear any panties. As I walked into the restaurant Judy was waiting for me and smiled as I approached her, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek hello. “Let’s order a bottle of wine today, I feel like going all out,” I said to her, Judy said, “Yea that sounds great, you look like you are up to something here.”

” Wait till you see what I have for us at home.” I said. Judy slowly ran her tongue over her lips as she eyed up my breasts and asked, “What is it?” With a laugh I just said, “Honey wait and see, I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

We finished the wine in what seemed like indecent bursa sınırsız escort haste. I was sitting opposite Judy and every now and then, she would drop her shoe, stretch out her foot and slowly slide it up and down my inner thigh, she would almost reach the junction between my legs but never made it all the way. I could see the cheeky smile on her face and knew that she was doing this on purpose, seeing how long I could sit still and not press against her foot. We left the restaurant arm in arm, got into my car and headed off to my house. As we drove Judy would slide her hand up my thigh and gently tickle around my clit. I was so wet I was leaking all over my seat and Judy would get some of the juices on a finger and then slide the finger into my mouth and then she’d get some more on her finger and lick it off, always with a satisfied mmmmmmmmmmmmm…..

No sooner were we inside and Judy turned to me and kissed me with her tongue darting in out of my mouth, at the same time her slender fingers fucking my hot wet pussy was more than I could bear, my knees getting weak, as I could feel my orgasm building. “Fuck me hard and fast don’t stop, don’t stop,” I breathlessly screamed as I came for what felt like an eternity. “Now it is your turn,” I said as I greedily licked her juicy wet fingers covered with my cum, I took her hand and we went to the bedroom. Stripping our clothes off on the way there, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. Judy laid on the bed as my eager mouth sought out her erect nipples, I gently bit them, flicked them with my tongue and sucked on them greedily, ever so slowly I worked my way down to what I knew was going to be her very hot, wet pussy.

I caught the scent of her juices as I slowly edged closer; Judy opened her legs very wide and bent her knees slightly. I placed my hands under her thighs and pushed them up towards her breasts. This opened her pussy and allowed me access to her clit, pussy and asshole. I gently circled her clit then slide my tongue into her pussy, gathering a tongue full of juices then I spread them over and into her ass. I raised my head a little and smiled as I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked the bud hard with the tip of my tongue. With her legs off the bed, Judy couldn’t arch her back as much as normal so I didn’t have to fight to hold my position. I slide my tongue back inside her pussy, curled my tongue and ran the tip along the roof, then pushed it back in and repeated the process. Her thick juices rolled down my throat, tasting sweeter as her climax approached. I knew she couldn’t last much longer so I slide a finger into her ass, which was all that was needed to send her over the edge. Her orgasm hit hard and I held on and sucked bursa üniversiteli escort on her clit until she started to relax her body. I made my slow way up her body and kissed her mouth, smiling as I said, “Hi babe.”

When her breathing had returned to nearly normal, I reached over to the bed stand and took out the little present I had bought us, the look on Judy’s face when she saw the strap on cock, “When did you get this?” she asked with a wry grin, “I thought it is about time we became a little more adventurous and anyway I wanted to know what it must look like when our men do this to us.” Judy immediately went to lick it,”Hey! Let me get this on first,” I laughed; I loved the way she was surprised by our new toy. I strapped it on and made sure the butt plug was inserted into my tight asshole, Judy got on her haunches and licked and sucked the cock for a minute, “Ok baby, turn around and on your hands and knees, I want to do this doggy style,”

” yes please,” she said. She was still very wet and the cock slid easily into her hot craving pussy. I slowly started to fuck her, holding on to her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, licked my finger, and inserted it into her tight ass, fucking her pussy and ass at the same time, just watching that hard cock go in and out of her hot and very wet pussy made me nearly cum, it was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, the feeling of fucking my best friend like this and the added bonus of the plug in my tight asshole was nearly more than I could bear. “Oh fuck yes, this feels so good, fuck me harder and faster I am going to cum!!” She screamed, “Yes Yes Yes”.

Judy was so close that when she touched her own clit she exploded inside. She pushed back hard against the hard cock that was embedded deep inside her and the finger that was fully inserted into her ass. I continued to fuck her pussy and ass until she fell forward exhausted. I sat back on my heels and looked down at the hard cock sticking out in front of my own wet pussy, it was covered completely in Judy’s juices. I ran my finger along it and then put the finger into my mouth, tasting how sweet she was. Judy rolled onto her back and smiled up at me, “Mmmmmmmm that was sooooo good babe.” She sat up and started her blow job action again, cleaning the hard cock of her juices. I could understand how men where always wanting a blow job, apart from the feelings they must get, the sight of their cock slowly disappearing into a woman’s mouth must bring them close to cumming alone.

Judy undid the side buckles, eased the plug out of my ass and gently took the harness of me. I helped her to put the harness on and enjoyed licking the butt bursa anal yapan escort plug and then easing it into her very tight asshole. This time I wanted to lie on my back as she fucked me, I wanted to feel her breasts against mine and I wanted her to see the pleasure she was giving me. I placed a pillow in the middle of the bed, lay with my hips on it and then raised my legs so my knees touched my breasts, opening my pussy up. Judy shuffled across the bed and placed the head of the cock against my pussy lips. She rubbed the head against my clit making me moan with pleasure then she eased the cock slowly into my pussy, pushing forward until it was all the way deep inside me, the tip just touching my cervix.

Judy loved to tease me, so slowly she moved the cock all the way in then ever so slowly out, I was resting on my elbows and as she did this, I was pulling and tugging at my nipples at the same time as she was controlling the cock in me, slowly driving me insane, ever so slowly in and out. I reached down with my right hand and found my swollen clit, gently rubbing it, moving my ass up to meet every thrust of Judy’s cock, shit this felt so good, my hand was wet from my soaking wet pussy, so I brought my hand up to my mouth to lick my fingers, tasting my very sweet juices. Feeling myself ready to explode I moaned,” For Christ’s sake Judy, fuck me as hard as you can.”

My hand back down on my swollen clit, rubbing it, teasing it. Judy started to fuck me harder and faster now, my ass moving up and down to meet her, trying to match the hard cock inside me. “Fuck yes, oh fuck” I moaned, my head buried deep in the pillow, I was losing all sense of everything except for the feeling of the earth shattering orgasm that was wracking my body, “More, more” I cried, “Please don’t stop.” My body totally exhausted now, I edged forward a little and just lay face down on the bed, waiting to catch my breath, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I was covered in sweat, my sweet juices dripping down my legs.

Judy eased the cock out of me and just to tease me more than anything else, she bent her head down and gently licked the juices that flowed from inside me. She removed the harness herself, I don’t think I could have been much use as my body was still gently shaking. When she’d placed the harness on the bedside table, Judy lay down beside me and gently kissed my mouth, eyes, cheeks and finally my neck. Just little kisses, barely touching my skin but so beautiful. After about 10 minutes of gentle cuddling and kissing, I got up and, taking Judy’s hand, led her into the shower. I made sure the water wasn’t too hot then we both got in under the streaming water. It felt wonderful. Judy ran her soapy hands over my back, ass and legs then turned round, letting me do the same to her, we then took a long time soaping each other’s breasts and stomachs. We dried each other off with big fluffy towels, made some coffee and went into the living room to relax and watch TV. Judy was staying the night with me and I knew we’d be having lots of fun later tonight.

I heard Grace’s sobs for me as I lay in my coffin deep in my darkened apartment. My heart ached for her agony. As promised though, I sent her my heart in my stead. It would calm her for a moment and then someone would brush against her and frighten her in the crowded city street. She’d murmur to herself: ‘If Angel were here, I’d not feel so frightened.’ Just by thinking my name, she woke me from my trance. I was obligated by my promise to at least touch her telepathically.

It was harder than I had ever imagined, allowing my heart to stand in for someone else’s broken one. It was an act that required me to think about Grace every second when I should have been resting. A sacrifice I could have rather done with out as my hunger had doubled slowly over this last month.

I glanced at the memory of her face as the sun began to set; I was not quite ready to emerge from the confines of my coffin. Her sad eyes lingered, longing for the vision of me to reassure her in person. The image burned in my mind.

As soon as the sun went down, I arose, my black cloak all around my naked body. I brushed it off my shoulders and closed my coffin, my thoughts focusing on my careful choice of what I was going to wear to see Grace again.

The cooling air of the night swirled around my pale body. Just thinking about Grace all day had made my body react in ways I had long forgotten. My nipples hardened and between my legs, the undeniable dewy moisture lingered. Sex. Not the smell that came after a tawdry night of sweat and heavy breathing, but the arousal scent that drew two beings together in frenzied desire. I clenched my buttocks in frustration and selected a lacy black bra to cradle my breasts hiding the arousal of my nipples.

‘Angel, where are you?’

‘I’m coming Grace.’ I reassured her.

‘Where do you want to meet? At the club again?’ she fretted and it drew a smile to my lips. She opened up her mind to me. I saw her frantically running around her apartment, nearly skipping in happiness.

‘No, somewhere different.’ I insisted. I chose a black linen blouse that pressed itself against my body tracing every curve from the waist up. I washed my hands and then ran my wet fingers through my hair allowing the short ends to get a little ruffled. As I dried my hands, I considered a pair of jeans that slung low across my hips.

I pulled the pair on and slipped my feet into a pair of leather boots. ‘Go to the café at the end of the street where you live. I’ll be there.’ I assured her.

I was waiting for her perched gently on a wrought iron streetlight across the street from the café. I watched her enter, unsure of why she was there, looking as if she had lost something. Though all day she had been open to me evoking my name as her protector, Grace had no real conscious connection to the idea that we had been together all day. Nervously, she sat down and clutched her ivory leather purse in both hands while chewing on her lip. I dared now to pull my senses away from Grace.

Several couples were already there inside, chatting endlessly. The smell of food wafted from every open grill or door of this cozy establishment. I twitched at the thought of a little garlic burning my mouth, but that wasn’t enough to keep me from the ethereal vision of Grace sitting on the varnished oak bench. I finally twisted my way down the long upright that allowed the streetlight to look so stately and elegant. With one last tug at my shirt, I gently entered the café, smiling as I caught Grace’s attention. It took her a moment, but I stood at the door watching her for that moment, caught in surprise. She was a beautiful vision in the light blue gray dress. It had no sleeves, and allowed me to see a hint of her cleavage. I nearly drooled on the spot lost in my own fantasy.

“Angel!” she was surprised to see me and stood up, gathering her pocket book. “I don’t know why I came here, but I felt I would see you. All day, I’ve thought of you and it was like you were with me.” I opened my arms and hugged her tightly.

“I hoped I would get to see you.” I said, nonchalantly clearing my throat as the waiter came to guide us to a private booth far away from the other couples. I waited for Grace to take her seat as she ran a hand under her bottom to fold her skirt comfortably. I took the seat across from her, lavishing the red leather seats and the yellowed candlelight.

I dismissed the menus as they were laid in front of us and asked, “How was your day?”

“It was okay, but you stayed on my mind all day long and I don’t know why.” She shrugged, “We just met once yesterday.”

I reached across the table to stop her fidgeting with her hands and caressed the back of her right hand with my thumb.

“You’ve been on my mind as well Grace.” Grace’s hand jerked away from mine in surprise, but it was quickly suppressed as a waiter came and placed glasses of water in front of us and a bursa escort plate of bread with a small bowl of garlic butter.

“Can I start you off with any of our specials today?” The poor boy, probably no more than twenty, oozed in trained customer service with his wide smile.

I handed the menus to him. “Bring us a half carafe of your house red wine, we’ll start with a tossed salad, mustard vinaigrette on the side, and for the main dish an order of your gnocchi in your marinara sauce, no garlic.”

The boy frantically scribbled down my order, slid away to go locate our wine and give our order to the chef. Grace seemed to have shrunk away, no longer looking at me.

“Was that all right?” I asked. “I can get him back; you can order what you like,” I stammered uselessly. I didn’t want the next forty minutes to be nothing but silence between us.

She smiled to herself, a private joke. “You ordered for me. No one has done that since I was a small child.”

“Well, there’s nothing about you that is still a small child,” I said softly.

The wine was presented and as were two wine goblets. Our server poured the first half glass.

“Please, take a slice of bread,” I said as I took a sip of wine, allowing the rich texture of the wine to dance across my tongue.

“I noticed you didn’t order garlic,” She said looking rather wistfully at the butter.

“If you like it, please don’t let me stop you. I just have found that garlic doesn’t really agree with me.” My mouth twitched. There was a distant time when garlic and I were nearly fused.

Angel took a slice of bread then parted her pink, shimmering lips and allowed the bread to break between her teeth.

“Sourdough.” She said with a smile.

I returned her smile. I lost myself in the thought of her smile, her personality of a bubby vivacious woman shone through without a tremor of hesitation allowing me to see her soul freely.

“How did you find out you’re gay?” she asked.

I had seen the question forming in her mind so I was able to answer her. “I’ve known I’m gay for a very long time. It took me by surprise, but I found that I wanted women very badly.” I sugarcoated my past for her. I ran my finger slowly over the rim of my wine glass.

I thought about the memory and kept talking. “I found myself wanting a woman I knew nothing about, Grace. She was worldly, beautiful, and she chose me to impart her sexual wisdom.”

“Is it all that different?” Grace asked me, her eyes wide in imagination. She had seen my memory of my first sexual encounter.

I mused my answer. “A woman is very different. She knows how you yearn. She will wait for your arousal and she teases the very parts of your body that only you know about.”

I could see Grace squirm uncomfortably at my frank comments about sex. “Still shy?” I teased softly. Grace’s flush and then her bluster that followed denied her words.

“No, I’ve just never heard anyone speak so bluntly about sex before. That’s all.” I mused to myself that perhaps there was a kernel of truth to Grace’s words, but I saw in her mind a flash of a memory. Grace had no control over her thoughts, so I stayed away. I would only find her memories that she openly shared with me.

I took another sip of wine. ‘If Grace can see into my memories so easily when we are together, I will have to be more careful.’

“Why were you at the club last night?” I asked.

I watched her shoulders drop. “I thought if I could just go somewhere with lots of lesbians, I’d find someone. I went to the first club that I heard from this chat room. It sounded promising that there would be a wide variety of women for me to get to know.”

“And you went by yourself?”

Grace nodded.

I couldn’t hold back my curiosity any more. “Did you meet her there?”

Her eyes darkened with regret. I reached for her hand to try and comfort her. I regretted my questions.

Her eyes grew wide and looked at me for a moment. “Did you bring one?”

I arched my right eyebrow. “Bring a what?”

“A U-Haul.” She asked.

It took me a moment and then I laughed. “Sweeting, no.”

After I recovered I spoke up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you. I just didn’t think you wanted someone to move in right away.”

“No, I don’t, but it was a generalization that I thought was true.” She looked horribly embarrassed.

“Well, generalizations don’t exist without a kernel of truth. I’m sure there are some women who need a U-Haul.” I mused over the fact that I would more likely use a hearse instead.

I considered Grace for a moment. “But Grace, so far, everything I’m learning about you makes me think that it would be nice.”

The waiter came with the salad, and slid the salad between us and then placed two plates. After he went away I served Grace half the salad and was overcome by a fit of the giggles.

“What’s escort bursa so funny?” she asked.

I forced myself to recover and said, “I was thinking about the other lesbian generalizations. And I wanted to know if you were looking at my hands.”

Grace blushed. I smiled.

“Has anyone ever asked you how far that blush of yours extends?” I asked. I noticed she was also grateful that I had switched topics. I do suppose that the generalizations of lesbians do get tiresome. Briefly, I did wonder what other possible legitimate questions she might have, but did nothing to ask them from her.

Grace looked at the table, her fingers tapping uneasily as she shook her head. I reached to silence her nervous fingers.

“Grace, never be ashamed of your beauty.” I said gently. I expected her to pull away from me instead I saw her stand and then come around the booth to sit next to me.

The rest of the evening was a blur of peace. She laughed at my jokes, she smiled and she laid her head on my shoulder as we walked arm in arm out of the restaurant.

I took her up to the steps that would lead into her apartment. I wavered for a moment and then brushed my lips to hers. Gone was the bitter taste of pain. It lingered, but no longer was it the sharp break that consumed her last night.

“Don’t leave me tonight.” She whispered tipping her forehead against my lips as I pulled away to leave for the night. I felt her hand touch my forearm.

“No sweeting, you’re not ready.” My thoughts betrayed my words. I wanted Grace more than anything tonight. I would chance the burning kiss of garlic. I wanted her to find comfort in my arms. I wanted to see the desire of longing in her eyes.

“That is my mistake to make Angel.” She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I want you to show me Angel. You know how it is that very first time with someone you want.”

She looked up to me expectantly and I caved to her inner most desire to learn what desire and love truly could be between two people. Her heart in her chest wanted to forget the day before, and I was there to help it heal.

She led me slowly up the stairs to her apartment, her fingers hooked loosely into my hand. I paused at the door to her apartment as she fumbled for her keys out of her purse.

“Sweeting, it is not too late to deny me to enter your apartment.” I whispered to her softly against her neck. I sensed her pulse quicken. My fangs dripped with saliva in anticipation. Again, they were denied with the quick pressure of my lower lip.

“No, I want you to come in.” she pushed the door open and led me over the threshold into her sanctuary. The one place that until just a fraction of a second ago, was her safest place from me. She closed the door and went about putting her personal things away.

“Please have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?”

If you only knew Sweeting. “No thank you.” I said forcing myself to behave, but the anticipation of having Grace so close to me physically and knowing she felt her own arousal right as she nervously flitted about her living room and kitchen.

I sank onto the couch, which had a lovely view of just a hint of a park on the corner. It was dark and shadow covered this late at night, but my mind dreamed it was a wonderful place in the day. I had grown past missing the day light, but sometimes just even the thought of the way light would filter through the leaves of maple trees left me depressed in the fact that I would never again be able to cherish those simple experiences.

“What’s wrong?” Grace came in and saw me sitting down, lost in my thoughts.

“Nothing Sweeting.” I said hoping to mask my deep thoughts.

“You were lost in your thoughts. Why haven’t you seen the sun in so long?” she asked curious more about the reason she came up with the question than with the actual answer.

“Thank you for inviting me here Grace. You have a lovely home.” I took her hand again, all night I had been giving her these little tokens of affection. She returned them with a genuine smile, warming my inner being.

She blushed again and then laid her head on my shoulder. Then after a moment enjoying the warmth of her curled against me, she tentatively rose from her comfortable spot against my left side and kissed my neck, just shy of the two wounds that were hidden by a lock of hair.

‘I was hoping you’d start for me, but I want you tonight.’ I heard her thought.

I reached over and cupped her face in my hand and looked into her eyes. There was fear, fear of the unknown factors: would I be in her bed when she woke up tomorrow, would she regret this moment of intimacy between the two of us, would I find her disappointing as a lover.

“I can’t promise you what will happen in the morning Grace.” I said to her softly.

“It is all right. I know.” She put her finger to my lips. “Just show me the way.”

I bursa escort bayan felt a lump rise in my throat, her words echoed that of what I had said my very first time. She pressed herself against my body, letting me know how much she wanted me just that very moment. I gave in as my resistance slid away with the growing number of pheromones in the air.

Through her clothes, I licked Grace’s hardening nipples, finding their hardness teasing. I lifted away her clothes, my fingers rolling against her unexposed skin, driving me to undress her faster. I licked her nipples finding their taste heavenly, something between a sweet strawberry and a crisp apple. I was surprised at the turn her body presented to me only last night was bitter and laced in pain. Tonight, she was primed and begging for dreams she had only heard whispers about in bathrooms. I gently suckled her breast, feeling her squirm under me in arousal. Her hand gently caressed my ribs sliding higher to the back of my neck to push me to kiss her lips, sliding her leg so that I might smell a hint of her arousal.

I forced my thoughts to stay with her as I continued to tease the most sensitive parts of her body allowing her limited access to mine. I wanted to ignore the nagging feeling that I wanted to have Grace on a bed, surrounded by a hundred candles as I made love to her.

I felt her tongue enter my mouth and her hips grind in desperation. Until now, I had been wrapping my hands securely around her hips, holding her firmly against my own. My hands slipped along her narrow waist and supported her back as I returned her deepening kiss. For a woman who claimed to have so very little experience, I found her attempts to stifle her growing arousal amusing. I hastened my attempts to undress Grace, just to feel her warm skin against my cool one.

My fangs extended, longer than I had felt them, digging into my lower lip unless I kept my lips parted. Gently, she caressed my cheek and drew another hand to between her legs allowing me to feel how wet I had caused her to grow just from our brief interlude these past few minutes.

I teased her wet center tenderly with the tips of my fingers, wishing for more than just teasing her. She mewed her consent as I continued to tease her massaging her soft folds with my fingers. Finally, after drawing out her desire as long as she could stand, I heard her cry out underneath me.

Tears glistened from her eyes, her chest heaved slowly as she tried to clear her mind from the heady fog of orgasm. I leaned over and kissed her forehead. Her heart tattooed for several minutes, her mind open entirely to me, but I waited for her to control her own mind.

“You should have told me you were a vampire Angel.” She said softly to me, sitting up and pressing her lips to my forehead.

I was startled. “How did you find out?” The question was laced with hurt. Curling up here with Grace, knowing she was safe and content was all I wanted. Dawn was fast approaching; she could easily take away my life without a moment’s hesitation.

The scariest part about love that I never understood until that very moment was that the secret you hold closest to your own heart that no one ever finds out about is the secret you wish your lover or potential lover can never find. And yet, she knows its there for the whole world to see. And only a lover can keep your secret for you. She takes your secret and shields it from everyone else; all the while leaving you blissfully unaware that she knows. She’ll do anything to keep your secret, and by direct extension you, safe. It’s in her little whisper, her gentle touch, and her smile just for you.

A true lover wants all of you. She loves your faults and your strenghts. She wants to hold you whenever you are truely scared even if you never shed a tear.

“Your fangs, they dragged against me as I had…” she trailed off embaressed. Though she flushed, she reached up and touched the steely points that showed beneath my upper lip.

I looked at her neck. True enough, twin trails of blood across her throat.

“I am sorry.” I kissed the injury I inflictected, my fangs twiched with anticipation being so close to the thundering pulse beneath the skin. For good measure though, and acting only as only a teaser to my gnawing hunger, I licked her blood from her throat. I felt a lump grow in my throat. It was such innocence and trust that lingered in my mouth.

“Why didn’t you take it all?” she asked.

“Grace, you’re too beautiful to leave to from death.” I said softly. Again an echo from my past escaped my lips.

She stared at me trying to absorb all that just had transpired. Her thoughts were blocked from me, she must have sensed my apprehension She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Can you stay?” she asked. “I don’t want to wake up alone.”

“I won’t be able to leave until evening.” I said softly. ‘I am at your mercy Sweeting.’

‘I want to thank you and kept you safe until we can talk tomorrow night.’ She kissed me intimately.

She led me from the living room into her room, pulling the curtains closed and turning back the sheets, pulling me again to her bed.

Author’s Note:

These scenes are from a full length novel I’m currently writing. Any feedback is welcome. I have shortened the scene to only include the steamier bits, and I may have missed editing out some things, so I apologize if there are extraneous details that seem out of place.

This part of the story begins several weeks after the others. Lady Evelyn has now married her suitor, and this starts on their wedding night after Evie has been brought to her new husband’s home.

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Evie entered her new chamber and was cheerfully greeted by Emily. “Evie! How good it is to see you! This home is so beautiful! I think it will be wonderful to live here. Would you like to see my favorite part?”

Evie smiled, “Of course,” and then reached out her hand for Emily to take to lead her away.

Emily walked through the large closet already full of Evie’s gowns, slippers, shawls, and other clothing items. Evie thought the incredible space with shelves and drawers and room for gowns to hang was what Emily meant, but then Evie showed her a discrete door hidden by what looked like a tower of drawers. Instead, the facade swung open, leading to a staircase.

“This is it!” Emily beamed, almost jumping up and down with excitement.

Evie, puzzled, asked, “Why?”

“Because, my love, it leads straight to my room. I can move between our bedrooms at any hour without fearing discovery. Plus, my door upstairs locks from the inside. I am able to lock the door there so no one is able to sneak down and see us.”

Evie’s face brightened with realization. It was perfect. Excitedly, she kissed Emily and whispered in her ear, “If I were not expecting James, I would lift up your skirt right now to celebrate!”

Emily smiled naughtily, the saucy smile Evie loved to see on her face, and said, “After your husband visits, I can come down. This is the second best part,” Emily grabbed Evie’s hand and led her back to the bed chamber and to a place next to the bed where she pointed out a bell pull. “This goes directly to my room. As soon as Lord Cranbrooke leaves, or you return from his chamber, you can pull this rope to summon me.”

“Oh, how wonderful! I cannot believe how perfect everything is!” Evie held Emily’s hands and pulled her close to embrace her and kiss her one more time, “My love, I am happy beyond words that we can still be together. Though I wish I did not have to say it, I do believe it is time to prepare me for the marriage bed.”

Emily smiled, though sadness touched her face, “I know. But as soon as you have done your wifely duty, we can be together. Turn around. Let me undress you.”

For the last time untouched by James, Emily’s trembling hands unfastened Evie’s dress. At every opportunity, Emily kissed or stroked Evie’s bare skin. She loosened the restrictive stays and pulled them over Evie’s head. She bent down, with Evie’s back still to her, and bent down to reach the hem of the light, nearly see through uh the back of her knees to bring her fingers inside Evie’s thighs.

Slowly, torturously slowly for both of them, Emily’s fingers moved further and further up to the place between her legs. bursa escort Emily rubbed her fingers along the crease, teasing Evie, denying herself the satisfaction of touching that sweet slit. Her hands moved to Evie’s bottom, rubbing and squeezing, then wrapping her arms to the front, feeling Evie’s hip bones, the bringing her lips to the dimpled spots on Evie’s back.

Continuing to lift the chemise, Emily kissed up Evie’s back. Her hands reached Evie’s breasts. She lifted the chemise over Evie’s head, then kissed her neck while continuing to massage and tease her breasts.

Evie leaned into Emily and moaned, “Oooooh, Emily, my love, I want to feel your tongue on me. I need to feel you.”

Emily smiled and jokingly licked Evie’s neck. “Here?”

Evie turned and sat on the bed, spreading her legs, “Here.”

Emily licked her lips in anticipation and got down on her knees. She kissed her way up Evie’s thigh, then gently licked at the wet slit. Tasting Evie’s honey, she teased the button hidden in the thatch. Her tongue slid slowly down the slit, then – even slower – back up. Again, she slowly circled Evie’s button, then began sucking on it, gently at first, then harder and harder.

Suddenly, when Evie’s moaning started to get louder, and her writhing was becoming uncontrollable, she gave the spot one more kiss, then pulled away.

Evie groaned, then fell back on the bed.

“Ugh! I was so close!”

“I know,” Emily winked, that saucy smile that Evie hated at the moment on her face, “I was just getting you ready, darling.”

“You were being mean, and you know it.”

“Maybe, but now I must wrap you up. Like a naughty little present for your husband. I am quite sure he will love that you are already warmed up, my love. Now stand up. Let me see you wrapped up in this beautiful nightgown.

Emily held up a scandalous nightgown made almost entirely of lace. “I cannot possibly wear something so…so…wanton! It is my wedding night, Emily!”

Emily laughed. “I’m teasing, my lady. That we shall save for another time. Now, let me put this on you.” Emily held up a more modest nightgown, with lace around the plunging neckline and hem with short sleeves. Evie allowed Emily to put it over her head, and gently pulled it down. She sat at the vanity and unpinned her hair as Emily saw to the garments. When she had finished brushing her hair, Emily returned and began plaiting Evie’s it, finishing quickly.

“I am finished with your hair, Evie. Is there anything else you need?”

“My dressing gown, one more kiss, and then I am all set until morning. I will ring when I am finished, but I will not be upset if you sleep through it.”

“Yes, dear. I shall see you in the morning then.” Emily gave Evie her dressing gown and a final kiss, then went up her hidden staircase to her room.

Evie, now impatient after Emily’s teasing, went to her husband’s door and knocked. He answered the door, and she was shocked to see him in a state of undress, but quickly recovered and threw herself into his arms.

The newlyweds kissed passionately. James pulled away and led her back to her chamber. He playfully escort bursa tossed his bride on the bed.

At this point, James was only in his breeches. Evie shifted to her knees on the edge of the bed and reached for the buttons on his pants, “Now, let me help you with that so you can join me in bed sooner.”

The newlyweds continued their lovemaking well into the night.

Evie was excited to learn more of lovemaking, and thought how exciting it would be to tell Emily of the new positions she was learning, plus how she had been entered and filled by something much more satisfying than only fingers. She felt the welcome rush of relief she had been craving all day several times over, as did her husband, but they were not yet ready to stop enjoying the pleasures of the marriage bed.

She imagined Emily’s legs spread in front of her as her husband took her from behind. At one point, Evie’s legs hung over the edge of the bed, and James stood as he pounded into her, while her legs tightened around his waist and her hands pinched and kneaded her breasts. She imagined Emily’s legs on either side of her head, and that it was Emily’s hands on her breasts. The idea of tasting Emily while Emily was kissing James was too much and put her over the edge. She cried out and felt herself lose control of her body.

The sight of his wife in the throes of ecstasy, and the feeling of her sheath contracting around his manhood was too much for him as well, and he spilled his seed into her, filling her to the brim. He pulled out and collapsed next to his wife on the bed. It took them a few minutes, but after a bit, they stopped seeing stars, and they slowly regained sensation in their limbs and the ability to form actual thoughts.

“You have ruined me, wife. I will never be able to leave this bed so long as you are in it.”

“Good. I have you exactly where I want you, husband.

They laughed and talked together, every so often stopping to kiss and fondle, though both agreed they were far too exhausted for much else. They curled around each other, just like how Emily and Evie would, and fell asleep.

In the morning, Evie awoke to the sound of her chamber door closing. She raised her head and saw that she was alone. Immediately she rang the bell for Emily to attend her.

As soon as Emily entered and realized they were alone, she jumped into bed and pounced on Evie. It was a manic tangle of hands and hair and fabric as they attempted to strip away the layers of Emily’s clothes between them. Finally stripped, they fell between the sheets, kissing and touching each other all over, moaning between kisses, until Emily pulled away, breathlessly smiling at Evie.

“I missed you desperately last night.”

“Last night when James was thrusting into me, I imagined you joining us.”

“Tell me exactly what you imagined!” Emily insisted.

Evie told Emily everything she could remember, illustrating each position with their bodies. How James had started out on top of her, the pain that came at first, but soon turned to pleasure. Then how he thrust deeply into her, causing her to cry out. How she dug her nails into bursa escort bayan his back and ran her fingers down his arms to feels his hard muscles rippling underneath the skin, and how she wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper. How she imagined being able to reach over and touch Emily’s wetness and hear her moaning next to them.

She told Emily about how he rolled her over so she was on top, straddling his hips and matching his thrusts, holding his hands to her breasts, as she deftly did the same to Emily. Evie teasingly thrust her hips up, and Emily leaned forward for a kiss. As she did, she began grinding against Evie. They both moaned in unison, and, realizing they had discovered something new, threw themselves into it with abandon, humping and grinding, then switching position for better access.

Emily moved one leg between Evie’s, and again started to rotate her hips. She threw back her head and moaned, grinding faster and faster, feeling her juices mix with Evie’s. Evie attempted to match Emily’s rhythm, but was no match for the near animalistic way Emily’s body and need for release had taken over. Instead, she watched Emily and enjoyed seeing her lover as she felt her own pleasure begin to build. She watched Emily’s breasts as they moved in time to Emily’s grinding.

All of a sudden she felt her pleasure reach its climax, and her entire body contracted, lifting her from the bed. Emily caught her head as it was raised and pulled in for a kiss.

Emily held Evie’s head with one hand and kissed her hungrily, desperately groping Evie’s breasts with the other before moving her hand down between them. With two fingers, she deftly entered herself and rapidly pumped her fingers in and out. Evie reached out and pinched one of Emily’s nipples as she watched her lover moan and writhe, desperate for release.

“Harder, Evie, do it harder,” she breathed.

Evie obliged.

“Oh, Evie, oh, my love,” Emily moaned, falling back against the bed.

Evie tugged and pulled and pinched and Emily pulled out and began rubbing her engorged button faster than she ever had before. She felt her pleasure build, though it felt like a wave refusing to crest. Finally, as though crashing to the shore, she felt powerful sensations of pleasure unlike any she had in all of her and Evie’s exploration. It felt as though fluid gushed from her, then that familiar, tingling, warm, buzzing sensation overtook everything else.

“Emily!” Evie said, shocked. “We shall have to change the sheets!”

“What?” Evie mumbled. She was not quite ready to raise her head.

Evie, realizing Emily’s state, replied, “Just lay down as long as you need, darling. I shall get myself ready for breakfast.”

It took several minutes, but Emily finally recovered enough to raise herself from the bed. She looked between her legs to see a wet spot on the sheets. Horrified, she immediately jumped up and began peeling them from the bed. She checked the mattress below, and noticed there was no stain. She sniffed the sheets and realized the scent was her own.

How odd.

She had never experienced that before, though it explained the rush she felt during the climax of her pleasure. Though strange, she had enjoyed the sensation immeasurably and felt a tingle of arousal at the idea of watching Evie burst in pleasure in a similar way.

“Evie! We need to see if you can do this, too!”

Chapter 2: Erotic Thoughts and Shopping

Lisa hurried down the crowded streets of Covent Garden. The warmth of the encounter she had glowed on her face. She could swear that people could tell that she had just been “felt up” by another woman. Never having a lesbian experience before, she figured everybody knew and were talking about her. Lisa didn’t care if they were, and they weren’t. She was grinning from ear to ear, loving the memory of sweet Amanda in the hotel pool. The memory of Amanda’s breasts pushed up against her own, Amanda’s hand massaging her breasts. The memories swirled in her mind, bringing that same smile to her face and a warm feeling between her thighs. She was almost giddy.

The heels of her riding boots clicked on the cobblestones as she dashed across the intersection to her favorite bakery. Inside she perused the scones, biscuits and pastries. She smelled the fantastic aromas of strong coffee being poured in heavy ceramic mugs. A couple of English pounds later she emerged with a steaming cup of coffee and a small bag with a couple of fresh scones. Her long black skirt swished over her thighs as she hustled through the Underground station and boarded a waiting train just in time. She found a seat next to a man in a perfectly tailored suit; he was in his mid 60’s and reminded him of her father. He wore the same subtle cologne that her father preferred. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the familiar scent caused her to conjure her favorite memories of her father. He would be so proud of his little girl right now. She was living in London and doing what she loved. That’s all he ever expected from her. He was strict and demanding but never oppressive. He only expected her to do her best and give it her all. She had become a successful designer and scholar, and she gave her parents a great deal of the credit. An understanding Father and equally talented artist Mother had given her an incredible childhood of traveling adventure and love.

A short while later the train stopped at her station and she clamored out with the rest of the rush hour crowd. They spilled out into the loud, busy streets of London. It was another glorious English day. Beginning with a morning chill and fog, later to be burned away by the afternoon sun. She walked up the side steps to the V & A Museum and provided her I D to the security guard. The museum wouldn’t be open to the public for another 3 hours. With a nod and wink from the elderly guard she was allowed in. The old man always flirted with her in the most innocent of ways and Lisa always flirted back, she loved the attention and the old man had treated her so well. “Have a good day Miss” the old guard said with his thick Scottish accent. “You too, Ian.” Lisa replied as she swirled around in her skirt. She knew the man was checking out her fine ass but she didn’t care. She wore her streamlined Armani skirt that defined her body to perfection. It was a long, bursa escort slender black skirt. Not overtly sexy but to a man with taste and a good eye for woman, it was extremely erotic.

Lisa walked down the dark hallway to the private study rooms provided to students and scholars who were using the V & A’s collection as the basis for their studies or exhibit. The V & A always supported the scholars with unrestricted access to their treasures but to get that permission one had to be recognized as an expert in the field so it was a tremendous opportunity when Lisa’s application had been accepted by the world renowned V & A. She settled into the dark paneled study room. She laid her bag across the table and eased her self into the wonderful leather covered chair that had a great patina from years and years of scholars studying the wonderful objects that filled the archives of the great hall. The hot coffee warmed her intensely as it went down her throat. She devoured the scones and again allowed her mind to wander to that morning when she herself had ventured into another woman’s mouth with her curious tongue. She remembered the bikini that Amanda was wearing and the initial shock of Amanda’s ass being displayed in such a provocative thong. She also remembered how the velvety folds of Amanda’s clitoris felt on her fingertips. Lisa could feel her own pussy begin to become wet with desire. Her nipples hardened and pushed against the delicate lace of her bra. Lisa lingered in her moment of ecstasy until she was satisfied with the level of arousal. She knew she wouldn’t come down from this. To the contrary, she was enjoying the feelings she was experiencing. The tingly feeling one gets when they are just on the verge of lust. When the sexual energy is just crackling through their bodies so intensely that a person almost orgasms just from the thought of sex. Simply, Lisa was HORNY! She couldn’t stop thinking about Amanda and the continued adventures they might share.

Hours went by and Lisa had settled into her studies. An African cupa cloth was displayed out before her on the table. She hastily scribbled notes into her worn notebook and referred to her equally worn textbooks. She removed her “nerd girl” glasses and stood up to stretch. Her arms stretched far above her head her sleek form slowly extended and the tension left her muscles. She bent down to touch her toes, thrusting her round ass high into the air. She smiled because at moments like this is when her lover, Jeff, would show up and begin to grind up against her backside. She loved being taken from behind and always loved a “quickie” fuck from Jeff. Sure he could last forever if need be, but she also liked a “wham, bam, thank you ma’am fuck” every now and then. With that thought she stood back up and grabbed her cell phone. She called back to the hotel to check her messages. She had one message from Jeff, she was glad. She loved his dirty notes. bursa escort bayan A quick thought raced through her head and she asked the Concierge for the number of Amanda in room

37. Lisa called the number and left a message inviting Amanda to dinner that night. Lisa was done for the day. There was no way she could concentrate any longer, and besides, she needed something special to wear tonight at dinner.

With a sultry smile to Ian the security guard, Lisa hustled out into the streets and grabbed a double-decker bus. Minutes later she disembarked from the bus where a couple of school kids in uniforms pressed their faces to the glass to watch her walk down the side street. A block from Harrods was one of her favorite shops. It was the best lingerie boutiques she had ever seen. Inside was a collection of lacy, sheer and erotic barely nothings. Lisa loved to shop for lingerie. The idea of buying something-extra special for her lovers to enjoy excited her. She slowly moved through the exquisite panties and bras, the sheer teddies were especially fine. She, for a second, considered a sheer black body stocking but in the end opted for a beautiful, black bustier that laced up the front with thin, silky string ties. A pair of silk thong panties that had soft lacey edges and a classic garter that matched the bustier. The finishing touch being a pair of silk thigh-high stockings. She also purchased a luxuriant silk robe plus a few pairs of she liked to call their “stripper panties” These were barely panties since they could hardly cover her trimmed pussy but she loved the way they looked and the way they made her feel. With bags in hand she headed back to the hotel to prepare for the evening.

45 minutes later she came through the door of her room. She dropped her bag and books to the floor. She took the newly purchased items out of the wrapping papers that the sales clerk insisted upon. Lisa remembered how the clerk smiled when she neatly wrapped the thong panties, the old woman knew that Lisa was buying these for someone special to enjoy. Each scanty item was wrapped in snow white parchment paper and secured with a lovely seal that bore the logo of the shop. As Lisa unwrapped each item she imagined how Amanda would react and how she would react when she would unwrap her own present for display. She laid the bustier, panties and garter across the bed. It was a beautiful combination. It was gorgeous just lying there on the bed; she could only imagine how good it would look stretched across her supple body.

Lisa slowly undressed out of her daily clothes. The blouse and skirt were tossed aside and soon she was standing before the full-length mirror admiring her bare skin, unobstructed by clothes. Her hand traced the outline of her breasts and slowly slid into the smooth curves of her thighs. She drew a hot bath and gently lowered herself into the steaming water. She leaned back against the marble escort bursa tub and allowed herself to relax, drifting into a meditative state. The room filled with steam and she reclined back in the tub, gently running a natural sponge across her body, the soap gently washing away the tension that comes with being in the busiest city in the world. The hot water melted her rigid muscles and gave way to waves of pleasure. Her nipples grew hard from the erotic sensations of the water. Lisa’s fingers slid down her firm stomach through the narrow patch of pubic hair that she maintained, to the smooth lips of her pussy. A single finger slid between the satin folds of her warm center. Gentle stroking of the outer edges of her clitoris made her breasts rise and fall with excitement. Slowly she built herself toward a satisfying orgasm, dreaming all the while of Amanda’s soft lips devouring her own, Amanda’s hand exploring where her own was busily working in circular strokes. The orgasm came quickly, she had needed it all day and with a sudden rush, she came with a soft gasp. Lisa sank back into the warmth of the tub, still stroking her pleased pussy and dreaming of Amanda’s sleek form wrapped in her own.

Lisa floated in bliss for nearly an hour and finally stood up in the marble tub that had been so much fun. She wrapped a towel around her body and another around her long, dark hair. She put on an absurd pair of fluffy slippers and stepped out into the dwindling twilight that filled her room. Soft shades of pink, orange and magenta colored the walls. The sunset was beautiful. Lisa noticed a small piece of folded paper near her door and saw her named neatly written across it. The penmanship was beautiful, obviously somebody took great care to write this small note. The paper appeared to have been torn from a sketchbook. In beautiful script the note read, “Lisa, Thank you for your invitation to dinner. I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. I look forward to spending the evening learning every curve of your body and every desire in your heart. Love, Amanda” A small sketch was in the upper left corner, it was a portrait of Lisa and it made her smile. It had been done with such tenderness and attention to detail; the eyes almost seemed alive. Lisa placed the message into her notebook. Lisa’s notebook was her life; it held all her secrets and so much more. To be given a place in there was truly a great honor.

Lisa dropped her towel and gracefully slid into her new silk panties. The little piece of silk covered her freshly groomed pussy, just barely. She gently pulled up the sides of the panties until they were high on her curved hips. The thong back settled nicely into her ass. These were suddenly her new favorite pair of panties. She ran a hand over the silk fabric and could feel the warmth radiating from her pussy. She knew this was going to be a fantastic evening. She had just met a beautiful woman with whom she had so much in common. She had engaged in her first lesbian experience, and loved it! Now, she was dressing in an exquisite set of lingerie that left no doubts as to what she had in mind that evening. She re-read the note from Amanda and continued to dress…

Author’s Note: This is the fictional tale of two people, both of legal age, finding love at a fictional college. It’s sappy and dialog heavy and it takes awhile to get to the sex(the good sex anyway) so it may not be for everyone. But if it is for anyone, I hope they enjoy

September 3rd, 2006:

It was an annual tradition on the campus of Burling College. At the end of summer, just as the leaves started turning brown, thousands of young freshman students would move into one of the campus’ 11 dorms. Some came with their mothers and fathers and there were teary goodbyes, some came by themselves but all of them settled in to their first real step on the road to adulthood. It was in one of the almost impossibly cramped rooms of Thurberg Hall that Olivia Thornton was now standing having her own unique goodbye with her own parents.

“I can’t believe how small this room is.” said Constance Thornton disapprovingly as she surveyed her surroundings. It was indeed a tiny room. Barely enough room for the two single beds, small desks and single shared dresser. “Whatever happened to that dormitory we saw on our tour? With all the space and the shared living areas?”

“That was another building, dear.” Her father, Ian, reminded his wife in his dry, English tones as carried the last of Olivia’s things in from the hallway. “Goodness me, it is a bit small, isn’t it?”

“That’s what I was saying, Ian.” Her mother’s voice was pure educated WASP “Why aren’t you living in that building, Olivia?”

“I put in for it.” Olivia answered, her mind drifting elsewhere “But everyone does. Housing assignments are random.”

“Your grades didn’t matter?” Constance seemed impossibly irritated by her Daughter’s room. Far more than her Daughter was. “Or your extra-curriculars?”

“A school like this, mother? Everyone has my grades or better.”

“It’s not so bad, eh?.” Her father said as he put the bags in the small, shared closet and gave his daughter what was meant to be a reassuring pat on the arm “Before you lot, I’d lived in a number of flats half the size and with twice the people.

“Well, we should be off I suppose, Let you settle in.” Constance said with only the briefest hint of emotion. Olivia realized the significance of the moment. She was near the desk, her parents near the door. There was a stack of boxes, literally between them. Olivia noted for a second as she looked at her parents and then, at her own reflection in the mirror hanging on the door behind them, how clearly she was a product of the two of them. Like her father, she was tall, standing 5’10 to his 6’4 and had inherited his eyes, bothin their deep blue colour and the astigmatism that had them both wearing glasses. Like her mother, she was pale, with a complexion that looked as smooth and creamy as ivory. She also had her mother’s high cheekbones, impeccable posture and dark chocolate hair, only slightly more invitingly displayed in Olivia’s ponytail than it was in her mother’s tight bun. Olivia opened her mouth to say her own goodbye but, before she’d had the chance, a very different voice entered the room.

And though she was firmly committed to the same career path her parent’s had each taken, pre-med and then med-school and then surgery, and though she was not only the kind of girl who’d been on that path and even devoted time to thinking about her area of specialty since she was 12, she had none of the emotional distance of her father or her mother’s coldness. She was kind-hearted and cheery.

“Oh my stars.”

The three Thornton’s turned to the doorway to see another girl, struggling with two impossibly large suitcases. She was clearly out of breath as she pulled one a few more inches and then the other.

“Allow me to help you with that, my dear.” Ian came to the girl’s rescue, taking both of the bags in his hands and lifting them into the room, still grunting at the weight of them. The girl kept still in the doorway, hands on her knees and hunched over, breathing hard from the exertion.

“Finally, a gentleman.” The tones of her voice were clearly southern but the accent was soft and understated. “You would not believe how many folks simply watched me breaking my back with those things.”

“Dreadful, isn’t it, the state of chivalry these days,” Olivia’s father added dryly as he put the suitcases to the side of the other bed, allowing the girl to finally enter the room. There couldn’t have been a bigger contrast between the assembled family and the new girl. She was blonde, with tanned skin and the smallest and lightest dusting of freckles. Unlike the very conservative dress of the Thorntons, the parents both in suits and even Olivia in a dress shirt and skirt, she wore a football jersey that was seemingly 3 sizes too small, pulled tight over two very large breasts and not covering her flat stomach and pierced navel. Distressed, low riding jeans and ratty blue sneakers completed the ensemble. She took a second catching her breath, her hands resting on curved hips before brightening into a thousand watt smile bursa escort as she looked at the three of them.

“Well y’all must be the Thorntons.” She guessed correctly “I hope I’m not intruding on a goodbye?”

“No, not at all dear.” Ian assured her “We’d said ours and were just on our way.”

“Well, then I’m glad I caught you in time to say hello.” the Blonde approached them with an outstretched hand “I’m Lacey Miller and I suppose I am going to be your daughter’s roommate.”

“Hello Lacey.” Constance shook her hand first, looking at Lacey as though she were a member of a different species. Not disapprovingly or judgmentally, simply as though she’d been assigned to study her. Ian extended his hand as well to her but Lacey shook her head in the negative.

“No sir, my hero gets a hug.” Lacey said as she embraced him.

“Oh yes, alright.” Ian chuckled as he accepted the gesture warmly, even though it was with some surprise.

“And you must be Olivia.” Lacey said, expertly navigating the boxes on the floor to also surprise the taller girl with a quick embrace. “Oh I am so happy to meet you. I don’t know if you’re like me but I’ve thought about meeting my college roommate for years now and how we’d just be as close as two girls can be and I just know, I mean seeing you confirms it but I knew ever since I saw your name on that housing assignment thing they sent out, that we are just going to get along famously.”

The words came in a blur, an excited, happy blur. Olivia couldn’t help but laugh and return the hug.

“And just look at you.” Lacey continued, without drawing a breath “You are just as pretty as a thing can be, like a hand-carved doll of a princess. We are going to have to have a bouncer at the door to keep the boys away, aren’t we?”

Olivia’s parents gave her a slightly disapproving look at that last part and she returned it with a frosty one.

“Actually, Lacey, I’m….”

“Will your parents be along, Lacey?” Constance asked quickly, eager to change the subject. Lacey sat down on the small chair at her desk and set her laptop bag down in front of her.

“Oh no, no. They’re back in Abilene. I flew out from Dallas at the airport. I swear, you should have seen my Daddy, crying so hard you’d have thought the Cowboys were leaving Dallas for Timbuktu.” Lacey laughed at the memory. Constance gave that a weak smile while Ian, not getting the reference, at least seemed to empathize with the feeling. “How about you? Where you from?”

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“Well, I’m originally from Montpelier and Ian is from….”

Olivia drifted out of the conversation as she sat down at her own desk. She missed Abby so much. She hated that she was here and that Abby was still back home. She pulled from her phone and began typing out a text message: “Just got here, miss you baby so much, love you” and sent it to the entry on her phone saved for her girlfriend. Her wonderful, beautiful, delightful girlfriend who’s only flaw was being born late in the year so that, despite having turned 18 only a few months after Olivia had, she was only now starting her senior year in Prep. It was barely a minute before she got her reply. She felt her heart skip and then ache as she read “Love U too, baby, have fun, kisses”. Olivia couldn’t wait for the year to end. Abby would join her here in Burling at the end of the year, they’d move off campus together and it’d be just like she always dreamed. Her fond day dreams were interrupted by her realization that the conversation between her roommate and her parents was still going on.

“…well, Daddy’s Chief of the Fire Department back home and Mom’s a homemaker I suppose although she’s started up this internet company where she’s selling her pies on-line. Not just pies but cookies and such as well and, let me tell you, they are absolutely worth it although I’ve never completely understood how she ships them and how they’d taste after being in the mail. So I’m not sure what you’d call her. Baker or Entrepreneur or something along those lines. I should email you the link to her site because, I tell you, I’ve been gone less than 6 hours and I already miss her cooking so you don’t even know what you’re missing…”

September 4th, 2006

“Do you think your parents liked me?” Lacey asked, completely out of the blue, as she stretched up to put her textbooks on the highest of the bookshelves.

“Of course, why wouldn’t they?” Olivia laughed a little as she effortlessly did the same with her own books.

“Ugh, when I get all excited and nervous, I know I go overboard on the whole good ol’ girl thing. I’m all ‘goodness, gracious me, today is as hot as my daddy’s texas chili’ and so on.” Lacey’s voice was indeed even softer, with a little less of her accent, today. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Texas-born and Texas-bred and all that but I hate thinking I came off as dumb or flighty or anything.”

“Don’t worry about it. My parents are….hard people to get a read on but, trust me, I’m sure you delighted them.” Olivia wasn’t all escort bursa that sure of what she was saying, her parents did tend towards the judgmental and snobby, but she definitely thought it was better to reassure Lacey.

“Because I won the state spelling bee at 8, you know.” Lacey said defensively

“You mentioned.” Olivia nodded with a smile

“Got the highest SAT score in my whole high school’s history.”

“Uh huh.” Olivia was skimming through the first few pages of her biology textbook now.”

“I’m on a full ride here. And they don’t give too many of those for academics.”

“Didn’t give one to me, that’s for sure.” Olivia said in acknowledgement, not that tuition was a problem for her parents.

“Well, I won’t fret too much.” Lacey said as she put the last of her books away, before sitting down on her desk. “But if you manage to talk to them soon, slip one or two of those things in there so they know I’m smarter than a tree full of cartoon owls.”

“Whatever you say, Daisy Sue.” Olivia teased as she also sat down. It’d been a long day, the line in the bookstore had been 3 hours long and then they’d both walked back across campus carrying the thousands of dollars and untold pounds of books back to the dorm. She leaned back on the chair, trying to get it to hit the knot in her back.

“By the by, did you see who lives next door?” Lacey asked, her voice a low and conspiratorial whisper despite the door being shut. Olivia shook her head in the negative. She knew that on a co-ed floor like this it was arranged so it’d be a pair of boys in the next room but she hadn’t, nor was she especially likely to have, taken specific notice of any of them.

“Tim Fitzgerald, can you believe it?” Lacey revealed with incredulity.

“Who’s he?” Olivia shrugged

“Only, like the best basketball player in the history of anything. Guy was on the cover of magazines when he was 16.” Lacey continued. Olivia was not a sports fan by any means and both the name and the level of accomplishment were lost on her. Lacey seemingly picked up on that and continued “And if that don’t float your boat he is absolutely gorgeous. He’s, like, 6’9 and nothing but muscles and dimples and green eyes and goodness…you really didn’t notice him?”

Olivia had taken notice of a very tall guy next door a little earlier but hadn’t taken all that much interest. Olivia had known she was gay since the moment she knew what being gay meant. She sighed. Not because of the conversation she was having. But because of the conversation she was about to have. She didn’t mind it, exactly, she’d had it before and with people she knew better and whose reactions she worried about more but, still, this could be uncomfortable. Especially with Lacey being southern and them getting along so well. She didn’t want to hide who she was but if it bothered Lacey or if she needed to move out, well, Olivia found herself looking at her shoes the way she did when she got nervous.

“Lacey, there’s something I should tell you. Just so we’re completely honest and open with each other because honesty is important in a friendship and especially if we’re living together we should be able to live comfortably with each other, right?” This time it was Olivia who’s speech was rushed and nervous.

“Of course, Liv, you can say whatever.” Lacey was somewhat surprised by the serious twist the conversation had taken but she only had a look of concern on her face as she tried to think of what she might be told. She locked her eyes on Olivia and did her best to give her a reassuring look.

“I’m gay.” Olivia said, half exhaled and half spoken aloud. Lacey did recoil just a bit. Just in shock. She had not been expecting that in the slightest. A thousand questions ran through her brain as she looked at her roommate.

“You are? But….I mean….you’re so pretty!” Was all that Lacey could say, kind of blurted through her shock. Lacey’s comment brought a little look of frustration and disappointment to Olivia’s delicate features.

“Yeah, well, thanks and everything but….”

“Oh goodness.” Lacey put her hand to her mouth “That was just about the most ignorant, stereotypical thing anyone’s ever said in the history of the world, isn’t it?”

“No,” Olivia smiled a little now, “Not on the right end of the spectrum maybe but it’s ok.”

Lacey leaned forward to give Olivia a gentle hug.

“Oh, Liv, no. I don’t care a bit. If that’s your thing, power to you.” Lacey said as she gently patted her friend on the back “And I appreciate you letting me know but, no, gosh I do not object in the slightest.”

“Because we could work something out if you do feel weird, like where maybe I could not be around when you changed or…”

“Hush, you weirdo.” Lacey laughed as she pulled back “It is absolutely no deal, big or small.”

Olivia sighed an exaggerated sigh of relief as Lacey returned to her chair and turned her attention to her computer screen.

“Besides, you know, maybe it’s the best of both worlds.” bursa escort bayan Lacey mused philosophically as she opened up a web browser. Olivia cocked an eyebrow

“How do you mean?”

“Well, way I always saw it, we’d always be bugging each other the way girlfriends do. ‘How does this sweater look on me, does my butt look good in this’ and so on.”

“Right…”

“Well, now I can get two perspectives.” Lacey kept at it. “Your innate sense of feminine style and fashion as well as whether or not it makes you want to throw me down and make sweet, sweet love to me.”

She delivered the line dryly but it did bring a laugh from Olivia.

“I have a girlfriend, you freak.”

“Maybe you do, but I am just smoking hot when I get my game on. Best of luck controlling yourself.”

Olivia reached over onto her bed for her pillow and chucked it at her Roommate’s head.

October 16th, 2006:

“Oh yes, ride me stud.” Lacey was naked on her bed, her legs wrapped around the muscular waist of….Jason? Jeffrey? George? Whatever his name was, his condom wrapped cock was aimed squarely at her ready pussy and he was slowly but surely sinking himself into her. Lacey had been slightly disappointed by the size of him. Not that he was small exactly, but she liked them to be big and she’d been receptive to his advances at the partly because he’d been the largest guy there. On the football team, if the jacket thrown over her desk was a good indication of things. She’d met him at her first frat party, an opportunity that Lacey had seen as her chance to get her first no-string attached college sex while Olivia was back home for the weekend, visiting her girl. Lacey was no stranger to sex. Not that she’d been easy back home but she’d had a few boyfriends and she’d had her fun. Now, she was an adult. At college. And able to have these little flings.

“Oh yes,” She moaned as he entered her. Not big. Not quite the feeling of fullness that the biggest of her boyfriends had given her and that she enjoyed so much but, still, Lacey liked sex and while size may have been a nice component of the recipe but it wasn’t the whole meal. Her lover’s hands roughly grabbed at her naked breasts, seemingly delighted in their size, weighing and them and squeezing them together as he’d done since they started making out. He wasn’t terribly subtle with it but, then, Lacey liked a little bit of roughness. Soon he was getting into it, bucking and riding as she’d requested and Lacey could feel herself heating up, could feel that slow pressure building up inside her.

“T…hat is very, very good.” Lacey groaned as she lost herself in the feeling, letting her hands roam over her own body and his. Feeling the delicious hardness inside her, again and again, starting her on her journey to that amazing…

“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes, yes YES!” The fellow grunted and jerked as Lacey felt the condom balloon up a bit with his seed. She looked up at the ceiling, completely taken out of her moment. He collapsed on top of her and began kissing at her neck.

“That was fucking awesome.” He half slurred, drunkenly as he rolled to her side. Lacey was busy cursing god and her own lousy luck.

“Yeah, any chance you want to stay up for seconds?” Lacey asked hopefully as he withdrew his softening cock from her. He smiled at her.

“Absolutely baby, just let me catch a few bits of sleep and then I’ll fuck you so good you’ll wish it was….”

But then he was snoring. And Lacey thought up a few new names to call god.

October 17th, 2006

“Fitzy, that is just unbelievably gross.” Lacey said as Tim Fitzgerald sat in front of her at one of the tables at the dining hall, a tray of food in each hand. He looked up at her with a slightly hurt expression on his face. Tim, Lacey and Olivia had become fast and inseparable friends almost as soon as the first week of school was over. Tim had subverted both of the girl’s concepts of college athletes. He didn’t seem to have a serious bone in his body and seemed up for all manner of elaborate ruses and jokes, something that made him a natural match for Lacey but he was well-read and innocent and unconditionally accepting of seemingly everyone and everything, which had endeared him to Olivia. He did, however, have a palette that made eating with him hard to take at times.

“What’s wrong? I’m a big guy, I have to eat a lot of food to keep weight.” Fitz asked as he picked up one of the three sandwiches on his plate and took a bite.

“And does that food have to be what looks like a peanut butter, jelly and tuna fish sandwich?” Lacey practically gagged as she saw bits drip from the back of his sandwich onto his plate. Fitz thought about her question for a second before answering.

“Well no, it doesn’t have to be obviously.” He answered seriously “But they are freaking awesome. I’m thinking of a name for it, either Mudfish Surprise or Sloppy Cod’s.”

“You need help, Fitz.”

Tim shook his head and rolled his eyes as he continued eating the bizarre amalgamations on his plate. Lacey went back to idly picking at her own plate, leafing through some History reading she needed to catch up on. Their relative tranquility was ruined, though, by Olivia’s crashing backpack landing on the table beside them.

It was a long workday, and for the last hour, all Kristen wanted to do when she got home was take a long, hot bath. The door hadn’t latched behind her, and she was already dropping her bag, kicking off her shoes, and unbuttoning her blouse. By the time she made it to the bathroom, she was down to her bra and panties, and the only reason they were still on was she started to run the bath.

The water was almost too hot to stand as she sank in, and she could feel her muscles relax. She lay her head back on a washcloth, closed her eyes, and let out a sigh of relief. After a while, she started dozing off as she idly ran her hands along her slender body.

A while later, the water cooled to the point where it woke her up. She sat up, and pulled the drain, letting some water out – enough to add more. She turned on the faucet, and with a brief smile, moved forward until her clitoris was directly in line of the falling water. When it wasn’t enough to get her off. She turned off the tap, and laid back down.

With one hand, she pinched her nipples, pulling on the small steel rings. With the other, she placed her fingers over the small bead connecting the ring through her clit hood, working it in small, fast circles. In no time at all, she came, releasing the last tension of the day.

After a while, she reached for the shaving cream and razor. With practiced ease, she removed every bit of body hair.

When she was done, she drained the tub, and took a quick shower, rinsing off any remaining shaving cream, and washing her hair. She finished, and wrapped a towel around her head.

She decided she was thirsty and headed to the kitchen.

She didn’t normally walk around nude, but hell, her roommate wasn’t home, and she just felt good after her bath.

She bursa escort made a cup of coffee, and was leaning against the counter when the front door opened and her roommate walked in. Kelly looked up from putting down her bag, and saw Kristen standing in the kitchen, rigidly holding a coffee cup. Stark naked.

“Oh my god! Am I interrupting something?” Kelly exclaimed.

Kristen broke from her paralysis, set the coffee cup down, and ducked behind the island. As Kelly came into the kitchen, she pulled the small towel from her head, and desperately tried to cover herself.

“What are you doing home so early?” Kristen asked in a shaky voice.

“I’m not early. Don’t you know what time it is?” Kelly said, grinning as she took in her roommate’s barely covered body.

Kristen glanced at the clock on the microwave and winced. That bath took a lot longer than she expected.

“You look pretty hot.” Kelly said, with a wicked smile on her face.

Kristen simply blushed and gave a weak smile in return.

Kelly abruptly turned and headed to her room, calling over her shoulder “I think I’ll grab a quick shower, if you haven’t used up all the hot water.”

Kristen sheepishly went to her own bedroom, and pulled on a bathrobe. As she turned to the door, she noticed that Kelly’s was open, and her roommate was quickly shedding her clothes, in full sight of the door. Kristen sat at her table, and began dealing with her long wet hair.

As she brushed her hair, she started dwelling on what had just happened. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life…” She thought, blushing again. She body betrayed her though, as her nipples hardened, and her breath caught. It was also exciting.

When she finished with her hair, she escort bursa grabbed her coffee cup, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.

A short while later, she heard Kelly coming into the room. She turned to see Kelly finish drying her hair with a towel. Stark naked.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad before. I was as startled as you were. Figured I’d return the favor. After all, Fair’s fair.” Kelly said.

Kelly dropped the towel over a chair, went to the kitchen and came back with a cup of coffee. She put her cup down on the table, and sat down on the other end of the couch, facing Kristen.

“Piercings, huh? I don’t know why, but I never expected that from you.” She said.

“It was an old boyfriend’s idea. I kept the piercings, got rid of the boyfriend.” She replied with a smile.

“Can I see them? I didn’t get a good look before.” Kelly asked.

Kristen’s heart was pounding. What was she getting herself into here? She hesitated, then untied the belt to her bathrobe. She could feel the blood rushing to her head as she drew the bathrobe off her shoulders and let it fall open.

She’d obviously been naked in front of others before. You don’t get through private school (or gym class for that matter), without showering with others. She wasn’t a virgin, and the ex-boyfriend and her had gotten up to some pretty wild stuff, by her standards at least. This was different somehow.

Kelly leaned forward and examined her nipples. “Did it hurt?” she asked.

“Yes, but not as bad as you’d think.”

“Can I see… the other ring?” Kelly gently prompted.

Kristen mentally changed gears, deciding to see where this went. She leaned back on the armrest, and slowly parted her legs.

“Can I… touch it?” bursa escort bayan Kelly asked softly.

“Yes. Please.” Kristen whispered.

Kelly moved closer, leaning onto her elbows, and moved her head inches from Kristen’s now moistening pussy. Her lips were still swollen from her earlier attentions, and still quite sensitive. Kelly took two fingers and gently lifted the small steel ring, exposing Kristen’s growing clitoris.

Kristen moaned a little, as Kelly used her fingers to spread her labia. Kelly looked up, her face inches away, as if to ask permission. With a nod from Kristen, she began licking and sucking. She took the ring between her teeth, pulling a little, as she entered Kristen with two fingers.

Kristen starting pressing her hips forward, as waves of pleasure coursed over her. This was a first for her, and it was amazing. She’d never been with a woman, and couldn’t believe how much pleasure she was getting from it. Within a short time, she began bucking as her orgasm overcame her.

Kristen stroked Kelly’s hair. “That was amazing.” She said quietly.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since you moved in.” Kelly replied. “I guess I thought you were more straight-laced than you are.”

Kristen laughed ruefully. The last few years were very straight-laced. The fact was, with rare exception, she’d never really let loose. The only real exception was her piercings, which took months of badgering from her boyfriend, before giving in one wine-filled evening. As it happened, the relationship didn’t last much longer, and left her feeling less interested in her own pleasure than before.

“I think it’s time to break out of my rut.” She said decisively, though more to herself, than to Kristen.

“Good plan!” Kelly said. “I’ll make a wild child out of you yet!”

“Well for now, it’s time I returned the favor” Kristen said as she rolled on top of Kelly. “After all, as you reminded me, Fair’s fair.”

Kelly held her breath as Kristen began sucking on her clitoris…