Ashley was aware before she had the energy to pry her eyes open. That alone made her not want to open them and become fully awake. She was warm and cozy, snuggled in under her sheet. Her body felt both energized, yet pleasantly heavy.

Memories of the day before slowly started to flicker through her mind, bringing a lazy, lopsided smile to her face. Those memories also convinced her to open her eyes, her smile growing when she saw JJ, curled around her and sleeping.

A sense of contentment swept over the blonde followed by curiosity. Ashley glanced up at JJ’s face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep, none of the usual seriousness present. Ashely took that as encouragement and slipped a hand up to lightly touch one of JJ’s nipples, the pale brown nubs soft and relaxed. She circled the areola, fascinated with how silky soft the skin was.

Ashley ran her fingertips in lazy circles around the small but plump mass of JJ’s breast, coasting across the shallow valley to play with the other one. When she had both nipples awake and rigid Ashley swept her hand down JJ’s torso. Even in sleep the older woman’s muscles were clearly defined under her milky skin.

Ashley paused at JJ’s small, innie bellybutton and dipped a finger into the tiny indentation.

When her fingers bumped into JJ’s belt buckle Ashley peeked down, her eyes having been drawn to the steady pulse of JJ’s heartbeat, visible in the hollow of her collarbone. JJ still wore her jeans, complete with the heavy leather belt. A naughty idea lit inside Ashley’s head and she chewed her lip, glancing up at JJ’s sleeping face, then back at her pants. She knew JJ had been heavily aroused last night, but hadn’t allowed Ashley to do anything about it.

Ashley moved carefully so she wouldn’t wake JJ. The buckle of her belt clanked loudly, but JJ never stirred, her arm still draped lazily over Ashley’s hip. The zipper got stuck for a second, the fabric rumpled. It took a slight tug and it came free, allowing the curious blonde to open JJ’s jeans.

JJ wore a pair of briefs that looked like men’s underwear. Ashley pulled the denim away from JJ’s body enough to see the pocket, intended for a penis that JJ certainly didn’t have. Somehow, Ashley found the sight rather exciting, the red fabric and dark grey seams contrasting brilliantly with JJ’s pale skin. She hooked a finger into the wide elastic waistband, checking once more to make sure JJ was sleeping, then pulled the briefs away and peeked inside.

She’d been expecting to find pubic hair, dark as the hair on JJ’s head and curly like her own. Instead she found nothing but bare pale skin. Ashley stared and blinked, overwhelmed for a moment by images of bare, intimate skin. She’d heard plenty about how other girls groomed their privates, but she’d never felt the need. The idea of taking a razor to those tender bits was a little scary. What if she cut herself? Can’t exactly get a bandaid there, now can you?

“Like what you see?” JJ’s voice was quiet and low, just a bit raspy from sleep. It still startled Ashley enough that she jumped and let the elastic band snap back against JJ’s flat abdomen. She looked up into sleepy brown eyes, blushing when JJ grinned.

“Sorry.” Ashley whispered, feeling a little bit guilty about getting caught peeking.

“Look all you want, I don’t mind.” JJ rolled into Ashley and kissed her forehead before resting her own against Ashley’s. “Did you sleep okay?”

“I think I’m the one who should be asking you, since you’re in my bed.” Ashley giggled.

JJ waved that small detail away with a half-hearted gesture. “Who cares?”

“No one. I slept well. Stayed nice and warm all night long.” Ashley felt shy now that JJ was awake and talking so causally with her. She’d kind of expected this morning to feel more awkward, never having woken up in bed with someone else.

“Same. Don’t wanna get up.” JJ sighed and pulled Ashley closer, their hips coming together flush.

Ashley bit her lip and snuck a hand between them, pushing at JJ’s jeans. “Me neither.”

JJ hummed in her throat, rolling to her back and helping Ashley push her jeans down. Before she let Ashley’s hand start exploring, JJ held her wrist and looked the blonde in the eyes. “I’m not expecting you to make me cum. Just have fun, explore. Do anything you want. I’ll tell you if it’s good or not.” JJ kissed Ashley’s fingertips then let her hand go.

Ashley blushed and looked away from JJ, watching her hand reach for JJ’s bare sex. Both of them gasped quietly when she made contact, her fingertips just barely brushing the smooth skin. Ashley stroked the bare area for a while, amazed at the smoothness of JJ’s skin.

Before long she got more curious, and with a deep breath, slipped her fingers over the curve of JJ’s sex and traced the seam of her labia. More silky skin beneath her fingertips, but now Ashley could feel the heat radiating from JJ’s body.

Wanting to watch what she was doing, Ashley sat up and leaned over JJ’s knee. JJ pulled her other leg out of her pants completely to spread her thighs wider to bursa escort give Ashley more room. Ashley caressed JJ’s thighs, admiring the hefty muscles that lay still under her touch. JJ sighed when Ashley’s curious fingers grazed along the crease of thigh and groin.

“Is that a good spot?” Ashley whispered, stroking up and down along that same area.

“Yeah. Too much and it’s just ticklish though.” JJ folded her arms behind her head to watch Ashley.

“I’ll remember that.” Ashley shifted herself again, laying between JJ’s thighs, to get a close look at everything. She used her thumbs to peel JJ’s pussy open, the pink inside a slightly darker shade than her own. She studied the folds and creases, noting that JJ was already, or still, wet. She could see the tight entrance to JJ’s body, seeping the clear liquid that coated the lush pink of her puss.

Ashley inhaled discreetly, finding that the sweetly musky smell was rather appealing. She’d sniffed at her own fingers before after masturbating and was familiar with her own scent. JJ had more of a musky smell but Ashley rather liked that.

“You can touch if you want.” JJ encouraged, hoping she didn’t sound too desperate.

“I know. Just getting a good look first. I’ve looked at my own, but never from this angle. Obviously.” Ashley blushed, pulling JJ’s lips wider, watching how that moved everything else. She glanced up and spotted JJ’s clit, a small bud peeking out of from underneath its fleshy hood.

With a deep breath and a swipe of her tongue to wet dry lips, Ashley moved her hand, a single finger extended and tentatively touched JJ, stroking slowly down the wet crease of her smaller inner labia.

JJ’s pussy felt like her own, hot, wet, and silky smooth. Ashley pushed that same finger through the gathered moisture at JJ’s slick perineum and ventured up to the older girl’s clitoris. She rubbed the hood, not sure about the tip yet. She knew her own was too sensitive to touch sometimes, and didn’t want JJ to pull away.

Making small strokes up and down the short length, Ashley watched JJ’s clit play peek-a-boo. She could feel the small shaft under her finger becoming stiffer, the way her own did when she masturbated.

“You can rub the tip if you want.” JJ murmured, cocking her head to watch from a different angle. She wanted that intense sensation, but didn’t want to pressure Ashley. Her excitement was building quickly, left over from the night before and fed by the sight of Ashley exploring between her legs.

“Really? I can’t touch mine. It’s too much.” Ashley dragged her finger over JJ’s clit, right over the small bud. JJ’s thighs twitched, more juices seeping from her tiny hole. Ashley focused on rubbing at the little tip, wetting two fingers in JJ’s copious liquid and rubbing them directly over her clitoris.

JJ groaned, her hips twitching under Ashley’s hand. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Ashley blushed, looking up to read JJ’s expression. JJ’s brow was furrowed, her eyes half lidded. She looked from Ashley’s hand to meet her eyes, a pink flush creeping over JJ’s cheekbones, matching the flush on her chest.

The sight of JJ so clearly aroused filled Ashley with confidence. She licked her lip and brought her other hand up to play too. She tapped a fingertip in the pooled juices just under JJ’s hole. Ashley slowed her rubbing, needing to pay attention. With her wet finger she circled around the tight opening, dipping in just a little.

JJ exhaled loudly and pulled her other thigh up, both feet flat on the bed now. She hadn’t expected Ashley to be quite so adventurous or determined. She’d figured Ashley would take a peek, then they’d get up and start the day. Or maybe she’d get to play with Ashley some. This was a pleasant surprise, Ashely’s finger slowly sinking inside JJ.

Once she’d gotten her finger inside JJ Ashley wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never penetrated herself, and never another person. To keep JJ excited, she sped up how quickly she was rubbing JJ’s clit, rewetting her fingers first. Ashley was startled when her finger was squeezed tightly, actually pulling back a little. She pushed back into JJ until her finger was deeper than before, the heat and soft inner walls of JJ’s pussy completely enveloping her digit.

“Don’t stop, baby. Keep going, in and out.” JJ canted her hips up to encourage Ashley to move her finger.

Ashley bit her lip and pulled her finger back, almost all the way out. She could feel the way that JJ’s opening was pulsing, squeezing and gripping. It was very different, but actually kind of exciting. She pushed her finger back into JJ, still rubbing at her aroused clit.

“Fuck Ashie, that’s amazing.” JJ panted, her hands – no longer behind her head – stroking her flat belly. Her thighs were trembling and she was having trouble keeping her head up to watch Ashley.

“Yeah? Does it feel good to have my finger inside you? Inside your pussy?” Ashley blushed, never having said pussy aloud.

“Oh, you have no idea.” JJ dropped her head back and pinched one of her nipples.

Ashley escort bursa almost giggled, pumping her finger into JJ, working out the coordination between her hands. “I have no idea. I’ve never tried this before.”

JJ barked out a short laugh, her hips humping into the air in time with Ashley’s thrusts. “Boys generally aren’t into getting fingered.”

“Ew, no. To myself, I mean.” Ashley wrinkled her nose at the idea of sticking her finger in a boys butt.

JJ was having trouble talking, her body locking up in preparation of exploding. “That’s gonna have to change. Faster, please, Ashie.”

Ashley sped up her rubbing, ignoring the burning of tired muscles in her forearms and shoulder. She didn’t thrust into JJ faster, but added more pressure when she bottomed out.

“Fuck.” JJ moaned, low and rumbly in her chest, her body going completely rigid. Ashley gasped when she felt all of the older woman’s internal muscles clamp down on her finger, pulsing and squeezing rhythmically. She looked up along JJ’s tight body, taking in the way her nipples stood proudly from her modest breasts and the intense expression of pleasure on JJ’s face.

All at once JJ’s body relaxed, slumping back down onto the mattress, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her panting. She waved an arm weakly at Ashely, who gently removed her finger from JJ’s sex and crawled up the bed to lay next to the dark-haired girl.

JJ gathered Ashley to her, their skin sticking because of the sweat coating JJ. JJ pressed her lips to Ashley’s forehead then landed a flurry of light kisses all over her face, making the blonde giggle.

“You’re a goddamn natural.” JJ was still trying to get her breathing back to normal.

“You think?” Ashley asked, pleased beyond words that she’d given JJ pleasure the same way JJ had done for her the night before.

“Think? I still can’t breathe without sounding like a rhinoceros that ran a marathon. You, you are dangerous.” JJ grinned while she said it, so Ashley took it as a good thing.

“Well then you’d better keep on your toes.” Ashley warned, glaring playfully at JJ.

JJ had a reply but she was stopped by a gentle rap on the door. Ashley paled for a second before lunging out of the bed and tossing JJ’s shirt at her, pulling her own on hastily. She stuck her arms through the sleeves and double checked that JJ was covered, then opened the door. “Hey Mom.”

“Hey ladies. I just wanted to let you know breakfast is ready. I felt like making waffles.” Debbie didn’t give any indication that she guessed what they’d been up to. She certainly wasn’t about to mention that Ashley’s shirt was on inside out and backwards.

“I would love some waffles. What about you, Ashie?” JJ lay calmly in the bed still, her naked lower half covered by the blankets.

“Waffles sound great. Do they come with bacon?” Ashley asked, sniffing the air. Whew, it smelled like pussy in there.

“No bacon. Track is starting, you know better missy.” Debbie gave Ashley a look, which made Ashley pout. “There’s still syrup and coffee, if that makes up for it.” Debra leaned on the doorframe, having more fun than she should, dragging this out.

“Well, neither are as good as bacon, but they’ll do.” Ashley repositioned JJ’s jacket on her desk chair and was about to sit down when her mother spoke again.

“Did you two stay up all night? Aren’t those the clothes you were wearing yesterday?” Debbie looked Ashley up and down, then over at JJ. She missed the look of panic Ashley sent JJ, frozen in place.

“We fell asleep talking. Never had a chance to change.” JJ covered smoothly, also having noticed Ashley’s shirt but unsure if Debbie had caught on.

“Okay. Make sure you put clean clothes on before you leave the house. Don’t take too long getting to the kitchen. Cold waffles are not delicious.” She looked between the girls one last time, then left the room, closing the door behind herself. She returned to the kitchen, a broad grin on her face.

Ashley waited the five seconds it would take her mother to get clear of the door then flopped on the bed. “God that was nerve wracking. Do you think we fooled her?”

“Nope. Your shirt is inside out. And backwards.” JJ smirked, reaching under the sheets to pull her briefs and jeans back on.

Ashley pulled the shirt away from her chest to confirm, then groaned. She covered her eyes with an arm. “That’s embarrassing.”

“At least she didn’t chase me from the house with a shotgun. Relax, Ashie. She already knows that something is going on between us. Didn’t you see how she figured it out last night when you asked if I could sleep over?” JJ stood to buckle her pants, then ran a hand over her hair, making sure the bedhead wasn’t outrageous.

“Really?” Ashley half sat up, alarmed.

“Yeah. Calm down.” JJ sat next to Ashley’s hip. “You’re an adult, as I am. I doubt she’ll ask us to keep our physical relationship out of her house.”

“But she knows. Do you think she heard us last night?” Ashley looked genuinely upset, which bursa escort bayan was another reminder to JJ how inexperienced the blonde was.

“Ashley, whether she heard us or not, she knows. It could just be because of our past history or intuition. I don’t know. There’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed.” JJ stroked Ashley’s side, patting her bottom.

“I’ve never done something like this here. I never brought a boy in here to make out, you know.” Ashley shared, rolling to lean against JJ.

“And you’d better not start now.” JJ teased, getting a laugh from Ashley.

“No, I’m quite happy with my boy-less bedroom.”

JJ smiled and leaned down to kiss Ashley’s cheek. “Me too.”

***

Breakfast was relaxed, despite Ashley’s embarrassment that her mom knew she and JJ had messed around. She forgot about it after a few minutes in, both JJ and Debra acting as if it didn’t matter. Ashley realized there wasn’t anything to be embarrassed about and relaxed, laughing at her mom’s bad jokes.

Debra left shortly after breakfast, needing to get some shopping done. JJ helped Ashley wash up the dishes, then followed the blonde back to the bedroom.

Ashley left the door open, and stretched out on her bed with a sigh. “Well, that went better than I expected.”

“Told you it would be fine.” JJ sat at the foot of the bed and began putting her shoes back on.

“Yeah, yeah, rub it in a little more. I told you I’ve never done this before.” Ashley griped, raising her arms above her head and stretching, a full body stretch that pointed her toes and arched her back.

JJ couldn’t help watching, Ashley’s toned tummy exposed when her shirt rode up. It took some effort to look away and finish tying up her old red high tops. JJ stood and took her jacket from the desk chair.

“Where are you going?” Ashley asked, realizing that JJ was getting ready to leave.

“I’ve got to work on the house. We left all of Emily’s stuff out when we left. I need to put that away and sort out the other trunk.” JJ shook the jacket open and slid first one, then the other arm in.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Ashley asked.

JJ shrugged, adjusting the collar of her leather jacket. “I know what to expect now. That it might be something from her, or Mack. It’s okay.”

Ashley frowned, not so much worried for JJ as curious about what could be in the foot locker. She had plans for this afternoon though. “Text me when you figure out what it is, yeah?”

“You bet, little lady.” JJ gave Ashley the same half smile she’d had as a girl.

JJ came to the edge of the bed and leaned over to give Ashley a kiss. Ashley opened her lips immediately for JJ’s tongue. Even though JJ had planned to keep the kiss chaste, she couldn’t resist the invitation and slipped her tongue inside Ashley, tasting the syrup she’d had at breakfast.

Ashley pressed her advantage and slyly slipped her hands inside JJ’s tee, cupping her small breasts and tugging just a little roughly at JJ’s nipples. JJ grunted and pulled back, nipping at Ashley’s lip.

“Easy with the nips, will you?” JJ scolded, softening the words with sucking kisses along Ashley’s neck.

“S, Sorry.” Ashley gasped, tipping her head back to bare her neck.

JJ growled, sucking harder at the tender flesh of Ashley’s neck. An exposed neck was a primal sign of submission, and one that JJ relished. She shivered, knowing that she needed to get going, but reluctant to leave.

Ashley whimpered, her neck more sensitive than she’d known. Tingles were racing up and down her body, raising goosebumps. She ran her hands along JJ’s sides, feeling needy.

It was with a frustrated moan that JJ pulled away from the delicious length of Ashley’s neck. Both women were breathing heavily, but JJ exerted some self-control and straightened.

“I really do need to go, Ashie.” JJ insisted, finger-combing her hair back.

Ashley sat up, rubbing he hand over the wet spot on her neck. “Okay.”

JJ led the way back down the hall and to the front door. She let Ashley open the door, but turned to her before stepping over the threshold. “I enjoyed last night, Ashie. Probably more than you know. I will text you to work out another little date, okay?”

Ashley blushed, but smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

JJ tugged on one of the blonde’s wild curls then stepped onto the porch and walked briskly to her truck.

Ashley waved as JJ drove off, then shut the door and leaned against it, a ridiculous grin on her face and a giddy laugh bubbling up from her throat. In the space of one day, she felt like a completely new woman. Ashley felt like she had discovered some deep secret of the universe, powerful and all-knowing. She knew how to make JJ cum. Ashley knew how JJ’s lips tasted, how she kissed. She knew how JJ’s hands felt on her skin, strong and warm, just a little rough from hard work.

Pushing away from the front door, double checking she’d locked it, Ashley wandered back to her room. The house was empty and she knew exactly what she was going to do. Crawling back onto the bed Ashley laid on her belly, her face pressed to the sheet where JJ had slept. It smelled just like the dark-haired girl and Ashley moaned, slipping a hand underneath her and into her leggings, then into her panties.

“You’re a prick Charlie.” Sage McClendon was screaming, standing beside their pool, a lavish construction that all but dwarfed the rear of their three story home outside of Scottsdale Arizona.

Charlie was Sage’s third husband, rich as he was, he was void of any sort of a sense of humor. He was twenty years older, a workaholic and no sense of adventure either.

Sage. On the other hand, was twenty eight and a stunning sight in her lime green bikini and short red hair. A tall statuesque woman who could have been a very successful model had she not preferred to marry well and just work at having fun instead.

“It’s just for kicks.” She called out but Charlie had retreated somewhere deep into the house. She flopped onto a chase lounge and waved at Lea, one of the house maids who stood at the ready behind the small outdoor bar during these hot afternoons. Lea swirled a pitcher of martinis and brought it along with a glass over to Sage. She poured a drink and handed it to Sage.

Sage downed the drink in her left bursa escort hand while her right signaled for Lea to hold tight because an empty would soon need refilling. And she did and it was. Lea retreated a few feet and remained quiet.

“You would think the prick would be a little more considerate.” Sage said.

Lea, still quiet.

“I suppose you’re taking his side?” Sage asked.

“No Ms.” Lea finally offered.

“Bull.” Saga said. “I know how you all talk.” She looked at Lea. “I don’t really care.” She added.

She held out the glass, empty again. “Another, Ms. Sage?”

“No.” Sage replied. “I’m finished drinking.” Lea took the glass as Sage stood. “Sorry you all had to hear that crap.” She went into the house and up to her bedroom, one she did not share with Charlie.

In her bedroom, Sage pulled the string on her bikini top and let it fall on the floor. As she entered the bathroom, she did the same with her bottoms. She spent a considerable amount of time in the shower and much escort bursa of it washing all about her labia and especially her clitoris.

Later, at the dining table, she and Charlie sat at opposite ends of a table that seated twelve. “I talked to Gena, she said she could come by around ten.”

Charlie looked at her from around a very large vase of flowers at table center. “I hope you told her not to bother.”

“I did not.” Sage said. “It’s been planned for weeks.”

“Not by me.” Charlie advised.

“No.” Sage said. “Certainly not by a prude like you.” She stood up, her meal barely touched. “I’m going to have a drink by the pool. After all.” She said. “It is my birthday.”

Sage was on her third extra dry martini when a different maid, Collette, came to her side. “Ms. Sage.” She whispered. “A Ms. Gena Collins is her.”

“Show her out here to the pool.” Sage said. She remained seated until and truly beautiful girl of about twenty was led out by Collette. Sage held out her hand and the girl bursa escort bayan took it and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“Great to see you again.” Gena said. Collette had returned with more drinks. Gina sat down on a neighboring chase. “What was it? Last summer in Vegas, right?”

Sage nodded and waved a hand. “What happens in Vegas, something or other?” She laughed.

“I suppose eventually comes home with you?” Gina smiled at Sage.

“Perfect.” Sage offered. She stood and held a hand out to Gina. The two went through the house and up the wide curving stairs to the second floor. Down the hall, Sage stopped at an open door, Charlie’s

Sage looked in to find Charlie at his desk. “I have company.” She said, her arm was around Gina and Charlie could clearly see both of them. “My birthday present.” She kissed Gina on her mouth. “I’m about to unwrap my gift.” She said. “You’re still welcome to watch.” She led Gina down to her own room and she left the door open.

Some minutes later, Gina was laying on the bed, Sage was between her legs, her face buried in Gina’s sex. Gina was rolling her head and gasping. Sage heard a sound, someone walking into the room, setting down on a chair.

Sage whispered. The Itsy bitsy teeny weeny has arrived.

Her name is Maddie. She is my best friend. We have been inseparable since the first time we met in second grade. I will always remember that day.

She was new to my school. Like every new student, she barely said a word when she first arrived. During recess, she just stood against the red brick wall of the school. I remember how well her red sundress matched the wall. Her skin and hair betrayed her camouflage, though. She had long, black hair and milky white skin. She reminded me of a beautiful china doll that my mom had but would not let me touch. That’s how I felt about Maddie at first, like she was precious and fragile, just like that china doll.

She probably would have stayed against that wall for the full fifteen minutes, scuffing her new black shoes as she nudged rocks around in a circle. Our teacher wanted to make sure she wasn’t left out so she convinced Maddie to join our dodge ball game.

It seemed that we were destined to be together that day. Maddie took up an open spot across from me. I threw my blue foam ball and it hit her square in the face. The funny thing is, I wasn’t even aiming for her.

She fell backwards, hitting her head on the hard blacktop. Everybody stopped where they were and looked at her. The teacher, noticing the quietness coming from our area, ran to the fallen girl. She sat up slowly with help from the teacher, touching a finger to the red, sticky goo leaking from her nose. Looking at her bloody fingers, she screamed and started crying. Everybody else started backing away, giving them space.

I just stared at them, my jaw hanging loose, feet unable to move. The teacher looked around and motioned for me to come closer. I didn’t know if I was in trouble or if I was just the closest kid.

“Jessie, take Maddie to the nurse and stay with her until recess is over. She could use a friend.”

The teacher helped Maddie to her feet. I was to take over from there. I led Maddie inside and through the maze of hallways to the nurse’s office. Nothing was said on the journey there.

When we finally reached the office, the nurse put on her concerned face. “Oh dear. Come now, let’s get you patched up.” As she led Maddie towards the bathroom, she said to me, “You can go back now.”

“Mrs. Murphey said I have to stay with her. She’s new.”

“Well, have a seat then.”

So I sat down on the light blue hospital cot and waited. I heard small talk coming from the bathroom. After a few minutes, they emerged. Maddie’s face was no longer covered in blood and, besides the red, puffy eyes, she looked better. The nurse gave her an ice pack for her head and sent us both back outside for the remaining two minutes of recess.

I looked at Maddie as we walked. “I’m sorry I hit you.”

She looked at me and smiled. I could have melted right there.

“It’s okay. What’s your name again?”

At first I couldn’t answer. My throat suddenly felt like I had swallowed a cup of sand.

“Jessie,” I finally managed.

She giggled and grabbed my hand. “Well Jessie, let’s be friends.”

All I could do was smile and nod.

I fell in love with her that day and my love never wavered. She has no idea about my feelings for her.

She was the first person that I came out as a lesbian to in eighth grade. She has supported me and still supports me. When I decided to get my hair cut short, she went with me to the barber. She feels totally comfortable with me.

Lately, Maddie’s innocence has faded away. To cope with her depression and feelings of insecurity, she has begun drinking heavily and sleeping with a lot of guys.

The local badass jock has taken a liking to her. His name is Alec and he’s tall, lean, and blonde with a killer smile. He introduced Maddie to partying and she brought me into it.

There are two other guys we usually hang out with. Ben, an average sized guy who smoked a lot of pot and had shaggy brown hair, and Robbie, short and muscular with a fauxhawk and a habit of cheating on his girlfriend. I got along pretty well with Ben but Alec and Robbie seemed to think I was more of a burden. After all, I was only there because of Maddie.

I sometimes feel like I’m Maddie’s security blanket but I know that I am the one person who truly cares about her.

We had the whole summer ahead of us before senior year of high school. Maddie and Alec had turned eighteen earlier that year and I had just turned eighteen. We were young adults in a small Wisconsin town. What else was there to do but party?

Thump.

Tap.

Tap.

Thud!

The noise finally pulled me out of sleep, interrupting my dream. I rolled over and stared at the clock, my eyes unable to focus as I glared at the blue numbers. 1:27 A.M. I struggled to remember what drove me from my sleep when it happened again.

Tap.

I sat up, grabbed my glasses off the nightstand, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, staring at the window. I cautiously tip-toed around the piles of clothes and pulled the curtains back an inch, peering out into the starless night.

Standing in the middle of my dark lawn bursa escort was Maddie, Alec, Ben, and Robbie. Maddie was tossing pebbles at my window but wasn’t exactly hitting her target. Thump. She hit the siding.

With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I drew the curtains back and opened the window. Just as I stuck my head out, Maddie threw one last rock, pelting me in the forehead.

“Oh shit,” she said as they all broke out into giggles. Alec was holding a large square bottle and Ben was smoking a joint.

I rubbed the spot where I was hit. “What’s up? And keep it down, parents are sleeping.”

“Come out and play, Jessie!” Dan said in an exaggerated whisper, blowing out smoke as he spoke.

“Yes! ‘Tis a beautiful night!” Maddie said loudly, resulting in various shh’s from the guys.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be down in a few minutes. Just be quiet, okay?” I didn’t even wait for a reply as I shut the window. Wouldn’t have mattered anyways. They were so out of it. I’m surprised that they even came to get me.

But I was awake now so there was no point in not going.

After changing clothes, I tiptoed into the hallway, slowly shutting my door behind me. I crept down the stairs, pausing every time one creaked. I put on my black Converse high tops and went out the front door.

Maddie was twirling around, her white sundress trailing after her. The others where on the ground grinning stupidly. When I came outside, Maddie ran at me and jumped into the air, throwing her arms and legs around me. I automatically put my hands on her thighs. Good thing she was drunk and it was dark since I’m sure I was red in the face.

“Jessie! I’ve missed you!” She said, planting a wet, sloppy kiss on my cheek.

“That’s great. Can you get off me now?”

She smiled and let go. She staggered and fell, giggling as she hit the ground.

I pulled her up and helped her towards the guys. “So what’s going on?”

The only response I got was a half-empty bottle shoved at my abdomen. I grabbed it by the neck and took a long swig, wincing slightly as the amber liquid went down.

Alec and Robbie both stood up.

“My ma’s probably passed the fuck out. I gots more shit at my place so les go,” Alec slurred, throwing his arm up. He dropped his arm around my shoulders and we led the way down the street to his house. We passed the bottle around as we walked and eventually finished the rest. When we reached Alec’s house, Alec took the empty bottle and threw it down the street. Crash!

We all piled into the front door of Alec’s house, not really caring about the noise. As we tumbled noisily down the stairs into the basement, Alec put a finger to his mouth. “Shhh! Parents are sleeping. We can’t let them wake up and and be grumpy now can we?” He said in a mocking voice.

By this time I was fairly tipsy so I didn’t even care that he was making fun of me.

Ben and Robbie were sprawled out on the white leather couch in the middle, I was on a matching recliner on the left, and Alec was getting close to an uncomfortable looking Maddie directly in front of me on the love seat. He had his arm slung around her shoulders, his hand dangerously close to her right breast. She just kept her eyes on the floor.

I could feel the anger heat up my insides. I knew that Maddie and Alec slept together a few times. They weren’t dating but that didn’t make me feel better. Alec used her to fulfill his lustful urges. At first, I suspected Maddie did the same but sometimes she seemed afraid of Alec.

I felt a bump on my arm and looked over to see Robbie handing me a glass pipe and a lighter. I brought the mouth piece to my lips and lit the bowl, closing my eyes as I inhaled. I leaned over and passed the pipe to Alec, blowing smoke out as I did so. He removed his arm from Maddie to light up. After three selfish hits, he handed the pipe to Maddie.

Licking her lips, she brought the pipe to her mouth, blue eyes holding my green eyes. I felt a fresher kind of heat rush down my stomach to linger between my legs. My heart began beating faster and my face flushed. I knew this feeling well for it was the same one I felt when she kissed my check, when she flirted jokingly with me, and on the first day we met. It felt so good and yet it was painful for it reminded me that I was still in love with her.

Ben’s giggles broke the connection and my feeling. His laughter was contagious and we all burst out into our own stoner giggle.

“What are we laughing at?” I managed after a few minutes.

“Dude, I was thinking about Sponge Bob,” Ben said, suddenly getting very serious. His seriousness made us geek out even more.

After about an hour of talking, laughing, and some more pot, Alec started up again with Maddie. He put his hand on her leg, slyly inching her dress up to caress her bare thigh. Swallowing hard, I looked away, just barely missing the lust filled look he gave Maddie. Silently, they stood and walked towards the back of the basement where Alec’s room was. I looked up to see Alec walking with a drunken strut. Maddie walked solemnly behind him.

“Fuck,” bursa escort bayan Dan sighed. “That was awkward.”

Robbie was already passed out with a bottle between his legs. He slumped against Dan, who groaned in protest and shoved him towards the floor. He landed with a soft thud and let out a loud snore.

“I don’t know bout you, but I’m goin to bed. Fuck this, and fuck them.”

Dan nodded and leaned his head back. “I hate when they do this. Leave us here, half-dazed and whatnot.”

I barely heard him before my mind when dark.

I woke up to blinding light and the sound of a woman yelling upstairs. And I was drooling.

Groaning, I wiped my cheek of the excess spit and squinted around the bright basement. Robbie was still on the floor, Dan was stretched out on the couch, and there was no sign of Maddie or Alec.

I stood up, felt queasy and plopped back down. Too soon for movement. My head was thumping, mouth was dry, and I just generally felt like shit. It also seemed I was the first one awake, besides the banshee upstairs.

From what I could hear, Alec’s mother was having a screaming match with his father over the phone. Once all was quiet upstairs, I stood up successfully and made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen.

Alec’s mom sitting at the counter, blond head resting on her arms. She didn’t look up when I walked in so I just crept to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

I hated being alone with her. She would give me this certain look that I couldn’t read. It made me feel very uneasy. The fact that I was totally attracted to her also didn’t help.

I heard movement and turned to see her looking at me.

“Good morning, Jessie,” she said with a weak smile.

“Mornin’, Mrs. Masters.”

She shook her head and the smile got bigger. “How many times have I told you? Call me Barbie.”

The name Barbie suited her well. She was a total MILF, the trophy wife of a rich executive. She use to be a model and as a result she had a perfectly toned body, perfect white teeth, and perfect natural tits. She was also addicted to sleeping pills. From what Maddie had told me, things were not well between Barbie and her husband, Jack. I had never met him because he did a lot of business and pleasure travel. From what I had heard, he loved hookers and cocaine and had major trust issues because of it. The Masters use to live in Boston but Jack believed Barbie was cheating on him with everybody so he moved them to a small Wisconsin town.

Barbie stood up and went to a cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of aspirin and handed two pills to me. I took them and gave her a forced smile. “Thanks.”

She nodded and sat back down. “You seemed like you needed it. Rough night?”

I leaned against the counter and nodded while giving her a quick look over. She was wearing a white stretchy tank top, pajama bottoms with ducks on them, and clearly no bra. Not that she needed one, her boobs were incredibly perky.

I looked down at the water bottle in my hands and when I looked back at her, she was giving me that look. It was the sort of look that made my heart beat faster and caused my mouth to go dry. She was biting her lower lip and looking at me with a sort of fiery hunger in her eyes. She looked away quickly but her expression was forever in my memory.

I was starting to get the feeling that maybe Barbie wanted me. “Thanks for the aspirin. I’m going to check if any of the others are awake.” I headed for the basement without waiting for a reply. I paused for a moment in the stairwell to close my eyes and catch my breath. Crazy, I was going crazy! I had never been looked at like a piece of meat before but the thought of the lust in Barbie’s eyes sent shivers down my spine.

Maddie was sitting in the recliner waiting for me. Alec was no where in sight and the other two boys were still asleep. She looked up at me and gave me the same weak smile that Barbie had given me.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey yourself.”

“Umm…will you walk me home?”

I nodded and led the way back upstairs. Barbie was gone so we let ourselves out. We walked in silence, passing my water bottle back and forth.

“So, did I miss anything?” She said after a while.

I shook my head. “Nah, we all fell asleep once you guys left.”

“Oh…”

She reached over and took my hand. I told myself it was just a friend thing. I had seen her do it with her other girl friends so it was nothing out of the ordinary. But that didn’t ease the fire burning inside me. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back, her tired eyes lighting up. It was a genuine smile.

I walked her around the back of her house so she could sneak in.

“Hey Jessie?” Maddie asked as we stood there.

“What’s up?”

“Are you mad at me for walking out on you guys?”

“No, why would I be mad?”

She smiled again. “Just wanted to make sure. I’ll call you later ok?”

I nodded.

As I walked home, my mind was focused on that look she had given me in the basement. I couldn’t make heads or tails of escort bursa it. Maybe she noticed me staring? Maybe she wanted somebody to save her? Maybe she wasn’t even looking at me but just beyond me? Maybe she wants me?

I thought that one through and shook my head. No. She’s straight so she wouldn’t be interested in me. I let out a sigh before quietly opening my front door. Thankfully, my parents were already at work. I made my way up to my room and threw myself onto my bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

A few hours later, I woke up to the inability to move my legs. And more drool. Gross.

Looking down, I noticed I had somehow managed to get tangled in my sheets and that I still had my shoes on.

My dad was fine with my sexuality. He grew up in California and his parents were hippies. People tell me that we are a lot alike. Same dirty blond hair, same smile, same taste in music. He was more laid back. I’m also pretty sure he smokes pot. We get along perfectly. My mother, on the other hand, grew up in the Wisconsin in a Catholic home. Her parents were homophobic, racist, and sexist. They were also wealthy and spoiled their children.

I never understood why my parents are together.

Tonight the topic of conversation for dinner was my “lifestyle.”

“Jessica, I don’t see why you wear boy clothing. You have all those pretty dresses and skirts I bought for you. Why can’t you wear those? Do you really want to be like this when you go to college next year?”

I rolled my eyes and shoved more green beans into my mouth.

“Honey,” my dad said in between bites of his steak. “Just let her be. She’s unique. We should embrace that.”

My mother sighed. “It just isn’t right. A young lady dressing like a boy. When will you grow your hair out? You had such beautiful hair. But now you keep it short. When will you grow out of this phase?”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Phase? You think that this is a phase?”

“Yes and it’s all because of the media. When I was younger, you never heard about gays because there were none.”

My dad looked up at my mother with wide eyes, mouth open in shock.

I threw my fork down and glared at her. “First of all, you are so close minded and uninformed and secondly, I am who I am and I am fucking proud of it!”

“Proud to be a freak?” She scoffed.

I could feel the acid building up in my eyes. “That’s great. Call your own daughter a freak.” I pushed back my chair and stomped outside, slamming the door behind me.

I sat down under a big oak tree with my back against the cool bark, knees against my chest, head down. My body ached from lack of good sleep and too much drinking. I was already feeling depressed due to my confusion over Maddie and Barbie but the freak comment really crushed me. I wasn’t sure what I would do. I didn’t want to go back inside any time soon. She always disapproved of anything I did. Because of her, I second-guessed my entire life.

But what mother would call her own daughter a freak?

I could feel the warmth of the tears through my jeans but I couldn’t stop crying. My mind was racing with everything: contempt for Alec, love and confusion for Maddie, the depression that follows a night of drinking and smoking, the feelings of hopelessness.

Alec. Why did she have to start hanging out with him? He was the biggest asshole in our school and most of it was directed at me. During our freshman year, when he had moved here, he would ram into me, knock my books down, throw things at me. The next year, he eased up a little but he would stare at me in class with this menacing smirk. Half way through the year, he started getting close to Maddie. Eventually, she intertwined my friendship with his and we all started hanging out together. Sometimes I felt like he resented my presence but he also knew that I came with the package.

I remember Maddie said to me once that she didn’t believe in getting really drunk. She thought it was totally pointless to not be able to remember what happened the night before. It wasn’t until her parents got divorced that she started partying. That’s when she met Alec and they started hanging out.

I never quite understood why they started hanging out in the first place. Alec was the a jock. He bought his clothes from the preppy stores, drove a BMW, and was into heavy partying. Maddie, on the other hand, did not fit into any category. She loved nature and animals. She would wear anything from long, flowing skirts to baggie purple jeans with a zip-up hoodie to tight jeans and a black tank top. No matter what she wore, she looked good.

I don’t like drinking but I get pressured into it. I thought the same as Maddie, that it was pointless to drink excessively so sometimes I opt for just weed.

I will never forget the first time I drank with Alec. He shoved a bottle of vodka at me with a daring grin. I took one sip and coughed while Alec laughed, calling me a pussy.

They tell you in school what to do about peer pressure. Just say no is the big one. Not only does that not work but they don’t tell you how to handle the curiosity that comes with the pressure. I wanted to try it. Hell, if other people are doing it, what’s the harm? If I don’t like it, I can stop but I will never know until I try. That’s what life is about right? Adventures and trying new things.

It had been a work day that didn’t seem like it would ever end. Kaitlyn hated her job on a good day. Working in the Accounts Payable department as a junior clerk was just boring. All she did was just process one bill after another. All the other clerks were substantially older than her. She was only out of school for 3 years, twenty years younger than the next person. There wasn’t much in common with them so there wasn’t even a social aspect of the job.

When she had something to do in the evening, the day dragged on even worse than normal. Every time she glanced over at the clock, it seemed like time passed slower and slower. The last hour had been interminable. Finally five o’clock rolled around and she was free. Her desk all cleaned up and organized ahead of time, Kaitlyn was ready to scoot out without any delay. She wished the rest of her office a good weekend but was out the door before the first person could even answer.

As she drove home, Kaitlyn could finally focus on her plans for the evening. Although married for only two years, her life had gotten relatively stale faster than she thought possible. Her husband, Alan, was a regional sales person for a cleaning supplies company. His territory was large enough that it was common for him to have to stay a night or two away every week, rather than drive home. And when he was home, he was often tired from all the driving. It had become rarer and rarer for them to go out.

But this had been one of those rare weeks when all of his calls were local and he was home every night. Kaitlyn had been delighted when he suggested that they go out for dinner and then go dancing at a club downtown. She knew that he was doing it mostly because of her complaints about how they never did anything. On one level, she felt bad about nagging him about it. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel envious of her single girlfriends. They were still out having fun, dating a number of different guys, and sleeping with a fair number of them. Kaitlyn had only just started to experience that when she started dating Alan. Without really noticing it, they had become exclusive. At the time it seemed nice; now it seemed like she had missed something. She was still same the gorgeous fit blonde as in college but there was only her husband to notice now.

It was worse since while her friends were having wild sexual adventures, her own sex life had slowly become infrequent. Alan being away didn’t help, nor did his perpetual exhaustion. On top of that, he had become fairly sedentary with all the time in the car. He wasn’t fat … yet. But he was soft where he hadn’t been before. Kaitlyn tried to hide from the truth but the facts were that he didn’t excite her the way he had before.

To be fair, he recognized it and tried to find time to work out but it was difficult. And he also was aware of the lack of spark in their love life. When he wasn’t too tired, he made an effort to find ways to excite her. They had tried different positions and different places. He also tried to find out what things would turn her on. He was willing to experiment with her fantasies if it would help. Kaitlyn was shy about sharing them.

The only one that had seemed to spark anything was when the subject of a threesome came up. They had been watching a movie where a couple brought a woman into the relationship. There had been some fairly passionate kissing between the women, although the rest of it was implied more than anything. Alan wasn’t sure, but it had seemed like that drew Kaitlyn’s interest. After the movie was over, Kaitlyn had been a little more aggressive than normal. It led to one of their best times having sex in well over a year.

As they lay in bed afterwards, Alan had tried to explore it. Kaitlyn was unwilling to talk more but finally admitted that the two women kissing had excited her. She either couldn’t explain why or wasn’t willing. Alan couldn’t decide which it was. But after that, one time during foreplay, he tried describing what it might be like to have another woman there. Kaitlyn was embarrassed and tried to pretend she didn’t want him talking that way. But from the way her pussy got wet, he wasn’t fooled. With a little experimentation, he found that it was more the girl-girl aspect than the threesome aspect that excited her. He wasn’t sure exactly what that aspect meant, but for him, it meant getting an exceptionally good fuck.

After that, it entered part of their sexual repertoire, used somewhat infrequently but enough that it wasn’t usual. Every time had the same result. Kaitlyn became very excited and was much more physical in making love. Like many men, Alan found the thought of being with two women exciting, but he liked it mostly because of how Kaitlyn became and how good the sex was. When he tried to ask Kaitlyn about it, she was very reluctant and if he pressed, would get pissed off. Since that resulted in no sex and often an argument, Alan quickly learned not to bring up the issue. They argued enough as it was about other things.

Kaitlyn hated being a nag. She tried her best bursa escort not to do it and to avoid arguments. But her unhappiness with her job, with being left home alone, with Alan, and just life in general, expressed itself to often in nagging and snapping at Alan. That in turn tended to degenerate into an argument as Alan would snap back.

But tonight was going to be different. Alan knew how much she used to like to dance when she was in college. She went out often with her sorority sisters to some of the clubs around town. Even once she was going out with Alan, they would often go dancing on a group date with other couples they knew. Since getting married, it had only been a rare treat. And afterwards, she fully expected to make love to Alan. She was at the horniest time of the month for her, and it had been a few weeks since the last time they had sex.

Thinking about sex and dancing, Kaitlyn flashed on memories of dancing when she was in school. An image of scantily clad women dancing went through her mind. She could feel a little excitement build within her. She shivered slightly and shook her head to try and erase the image.

The truth was that Kaitlyn didn’t want to face why she found Alan’s talk of another woman exciting. Other than some experimental and rather chaste kissing with a girlfriend when she was 13, she had never had a sexual experience with another female. Once she had an opportunity with two of her sorority sisters but it scared her and she bolted. She had never mentioned it to anyone. But it was one of those moments that she recalled when she touched herself. It was always guaranteed to get her excited. She was ashamed however and as she came closer to cumming, she always forced herself to think more conventional thoughts. It helped her to set her mind at ease that she wasn’t attracted to women.

Arriving home she realized that even though she had left right on time, they were going to have to leave soon if they were going to get into the city in order to make their reservations. It didn’t leave her much time to get ready. She dropped everything once she got inside and went to their bedroom.

Opening up her closet, she looked for something that would work. It had been a while since she had bought anything new. Maybe it was the memory of being back in college, but she noticed an old outfit from back in those days. It was a white top with a very short black skirt. She had some white stockings to go with it, and a pair of black pumps with 3 inch heels. Trying it on, she was pleased to find that it still fit extremely well. She weighed the same as back in college and it showed off her body. The top was a cropped button up blouse that she left the top four buttons undone.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she was once again the picture of a young college student except for no longer having the little bit of baby fat she had her first couple of years. Her legs were quite long and slender. Although she didn’t often wear high heels, she still could walk very sexily in them without any conscious thought. Her body just flowed. Her breasts were supported by her little demi bra and exposed by the blouse. She wasn’t overly generous, but she wasn’t small breasted either. Her slender neck seemed longer for all the skin that was being shown.

Kaitlyn thought for a few moments about how to wear her hair. She had been thinking about something a little sophisticated but that didn’t seem to work with the outfit. Finally she pulled her hair back into a pony tail with her hand. It made her look even slightly younger. She loved the look. She loved feeling like she was still young and free.

When she came out of the bedroom, Kaitlyn found Alan watching the news in the kitchen. She twirled around in front of him, showing off her outfit. His jaw dropped.

“Honey, you look unbelievable. I mean it, but are you serious about going out looking like that?” he looked at her with a look she couldn’t quite identify.

“What’s wrong with it? I look good in it!” Kaitlyn was stunned and hurt.

“I said that, didn’t I? But you can’t go to a nice restaurant dressed like that? I mean, we aren’t just going to a burger joint. This is a good place,” he replied.

Suddenly Kaitlyn recognized his look and his tone. He was irritated with her. Her own temper flared. “What is the point of going out dancing, if I can’t dress for it?”

“My god, Kaitlyn. Do I have to explain it to you? If you go to the restaurant like that, they are going to think that I’m with a prostitute. Jesus!” Alan’s irritation boiled over into anger.

“Oh, thank you very much. Now I look like a prostitute!” She spun around to head back to the bedroom. She slammed the door on Alan’s face. He at least had the good sense not to follow her in immediately. He gave her a few minutes to calm down, as well as do the same thing himself.

When he came into the room, he started with an apology. “I’m sorry Kaitlyn, that didn’t come out right. I told you I think you look fantastic, and very sexy. It just seems like too much for where escort bursa we were planning on eating.” He paused to look over at her. She hadn’t burst into tears, like he had worried. Instead she was watching him with a hard look in her eyes. “Honey, we don’t have to eat there if you don’t want to. We can just grab a burger or something on the way to the club.”

Alan paused and waited for her to respond. The silence dragged out a while but he kept quiet to wait for her. When she spoke, her look didn’t warm up much. “Fine. We can do that. You are probably right. I just wish you hadn’t gotten all irritated.”

He got up and hugged her, slowly her arms came up around him and she returned the hug. “I wish I hadn’t either. You’re looking forward to the club and I was looking forward to the dinner, but it’s okay. There will be other times.”

Kaitlyn nodded. “Thank you, Alan. I know you were but it’s been so long since we were out dancing.” She kissed him on the cheek and then moved away to finish getting things ready to go out.

Sighing, Alan watched her walk away. At least, he consoled himself; I will get to watch that ass all evening! With a growing smile on his face, he went to get his coat.

When they got to the club, Kaitlyn was happy to see that there wasn’t a line yet. She didn’t want to waste any time outside. As they were checked by the bouncer, she smiled when he spent extra time checking her driver’s license to make sure it was genuine.

Although there hadn’t been any line, it was already fairly crowded inside the club. They were able to find a table just off the dance floor and ordered drinks. Alan had scotch and Kaitlyn ordered a lemondrop. As soon as the drinks came and they had taken a couple of sips, Kaitlyn dragged Alan out onto the dance floor. The music was very fast paced and seemed to just keep going on. It wasn’t anything that either one had heard before, but it was very danceable. Kaitlyn was able to keep Alan on the floor for two more before he was sweating and wanted to take a break. Sighing a little, she followed him back to their table.

It was too loud to talk very much. Instead they both people watched. She made one more attempt to try and get him to dance, to no avail. She sat there feeling the irritation building inside her. It seemed so unfair that she finally was out and wasn’t being allowed to dance.

Kaitlyn was looking out on the dance floor when she thought she recognized a woman. There were other people surrounding her on the dance floor so Kaitlyn wasn’t sure. She kept looking in that area to try and see more clearly. Then the crowd shifted and she was sure.

It was another woman from her sorority. Anastasia was her name, although she went by Anya. Kaitlyn shivered. Anya was someone that she couldn’t forget, though there were times when she wanted to. Anya had been a freshman when Kaitlyn was a senior. Anya was one of the two girls that she had interrupted in a bathroom in the sorority house. The other was another senior named Taryn. Kaitlyn had heard rumors about her but it still stunned her. Taryn was on her knees eating Anya’s pussy.

For a few moments, no one noticed her. Kaitlyn should have just retreated as soon as she realized what was going on. Instead she was frozen there, watching. Anya’s eyes were closed with ecstasy as Taryn’s obviously talented tongue pleasured her. Kaitlyn’s own pussy throbbed and she could feel it starting to moisten. Then Anya’s eyes opened and saw her. Kaitlyn was still frozen, watching what was going on. Anya had her hands in Taryn’s hair, pulling her closer. Her eyes were on Kaitlyn. Then one hand untangled and beckoned Kaitlyn to come closer while she mouthed the words, “join us.”

That woke Kaitlyn out of her daze. She literally ran out of there back to her room. She had stayed in her room the rest of the night. Once she heard someone pause outside her door for a few minutes but in the end, she had gone away without knocking. Kaitlyn never spoke to anyone about what she saw. As far as she could tell, Taryn didn’t seem to have even been aware she was there. And Kaitlyn did her best to avoid Anya.

She also never confessed to anyone that she masturbated every night for a month to the images of what she had seen. Not only what she had seen, but she also imagined what might have happened if she had stayed. Even now, it was the image she used to start getting excited.

Anya had been very beautiful when she was a freshman. Three years later her beauty had deepened and been augmented by an intense sensuality. She was slightly taller than Kaitlyn but slenderer. Her body was a little less curvy and not a very full breast. Instead they were perfect little cones that swayed under the thin minidress that she was wearing. Her black hair was very long, hanging down to her ass. It was hard to see her eyes but Kaitlyn remembered that they were an intense green. There was almost an elfin quality to her face.

Kaitlyn thought that she might be dancing with another woman. Anya was touching her as she danced, bringing bursa escort bayan her body close and then dancing away. But then she was did the same thing with another woman. As Kaitlyn watched, she realized that Anya was enjoying flirting with several women around her. Anya clearly was still oriented towards women as the men were simply ignored. She didn’t really seem to be with anyone in particular, at least no one woman got more of her attention. And while she was brushing up against them, she wasn’t going any further.

For most of the song, Anya’s attention remained on the dance floor. Towards the very end, however, she glanced in the direction of Kaitlyn. Realizing that she was staring, Kaitlyn tried to quickly look away. It was clear however that Anya had seen her. Her whole demeanor changed. The women around her were forgotten. The remainder of the dance appeared to be for Kaitlyn’s benefit.

Most of the time, Anya was facing towards Kaitlyn. She swiveled her hips around and around, then rocked them forward and back towards Kaitlyn. Anya’s hands slid down her legs and then as she slid them back up, her minidress was pulled up until it was almost at waist level. When she turned around in a slow circle, Kaitlyn’s attention was caught by her nice ass as it shifted back and forth to the music. She kept trying to not watch, but the sight kept pulling her back.

Finally the song came to an end. Her eyes on Kaitlyn, Anya pushed her way through the crowd and walked over. Kaitlyn felt a momentary sense of panic. What was Anya going to do? What would she say? Kaitlyn didn’t want her to come over. At the same time, there was a side of her that was excited by Anya’s approach.

“Kait, I thought that was you,” Anya spoke as she reached the table. She leaned over to hug Kaitlyn and at the same time gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. The hug lingered just a moment longer than one might have expected, and then she released Kaitlyn. “It’s wonderful to see you.”

Stammering a little, Kaitlyn told Anya that it was nice to see her too. Then she introduced Anya to Alan as one of her sorority sisters, explaining the difference in their school years.

“You must be close to graduation, Anya.” Kaitlyn wanted to keep control of the conversation and keep it on safe grounds. She could feel how close to being out of control she was. All the old thoughts were flooding back, and she was very aware of Anya’s proximity.

“Only one more semester to go! I can’t wait to be done with school and get out into the real world.” Anya kept her focus on Kaitlyn. “But I will miss some of the girls very much. You know what I mean, don’t you Kaitlyn.” Anya had a coy little smile on her lips. “There are some people who you want to stay close to the rest of your life.”

Hardly trusting her voice at that moment, Kaitlyn only nodded. Anya’s smile grew a little more and she reached out and squeezed Kaitlyn’s hand lightly, and then left her hand over Kaitlyn’s for a few moments before withdrawing it. Anya started talking about mutual friends which slowly drew Kaitlyn out. They were soon catching each other up on the latest news.

Although Alan was feeling a little left out, he suggested that Anya sit down with them. She thanked him with a smile and slid into the seat next to Kaitlyn. It was a tight squeeze as it wasn’t a large table. Anya and Kaitlyn’s bodies were pressed against each other. Kaitlyn was feeling nervous again, feeling Anya’s body next to hers. But there was something that she liked about it; something that excited her. Her nipples hardened just a little and she could feel her pussy moisten slightly.

Any hope that Anya was unaware of the situation vanished when she lay a hand on Kaitlyn’s thigh. Kaitlyn hid her surprise by turning what was supposed to be a small sip into a big gulp of her lemondrop. Kaitlyn was aware that her body was trembling. Anya just kept up the conversation telling a story about a recent party at one of the fraternities. Anya’s hand just rested on Kaitlyn’s skin. Even though she wasn’t doing anything, Anya’s touch was enough to increase Kaitlyn’s excitement. Anya however carefully drew her back into the conversation.

Needing a little something to steady her, Kaitlyn sucked down the rest of her drink. It had been a while since the waitress had made it to their table so Alan offered to go up the bar and get the three of them new drinks. Kaitlyn didn’t want him to go and leave her alone with Anya but didn’t know how to tell him. As Kaitlyn watched him go, Anya noted a slight dazed look in her eyes.

Kaitlyn turned to Anya in order to tell her to remove her hand. Before she could utter a word, Anya started to talk.

“I see you haven’t forgotten that one evening,” she said with a smug tone. Anya cocked her head slightly as she read Kaitlyn’s face. “In fact, you can’t get it out of your mind, can you?” For the first time, her fingers started to move, going in circles on the top of Kaitlyn’s bare thigh. Kaitlyn’s eyes widened. Anya smiled slightly at the look of almost panic. “You were going to ask me to take my hand off your nice sexy thighs, but now…” Anya trailed off for a moment. Her hand moved slightly towards the inside of Kaitlyn’s thigh. “Now, you want it to stay, don’t you?” She leaned close to Kaitlyn’s ear. “Stay or go, Kait?”

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Author’s note: This story has a plot and a decent amount of build-up, so if you’re looking for a QF, you’ve come to the wrong place. Otherwise, enjoy!

Obviously, don’t reprint without the author’s permission, and any similarities between the characters and people/events of real life are, of course, purely coincidental.

Harmony.

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Shrill piping sounds floated from Ashley’s handbag. She fumbled within and emerged with her mobile phone.

“Hello?” she asked into it.

“Hey,” a deeper voice grunted in return.

“Hi Chantelle,” Ashley responded, recognising her friend immediately. “What’s happening?”

“Me, Claire, Tansy and Meredith are going to Bolton’s for drinks tonight, I’m ringing to invite you,” Chantelle sniffed into the phone. “Bella says they’ve got some new, rocking little barmaid who’s a real piece and we all want to go check her out.”

“Sure, I’ll come, count me in,” Ashley told her right away. Practically all her friends were included on Chantelle’s list and it had been a long week at work. A few drinks at their favourite bar certainly sounded like a plan to her.

“None of us want to drive so we’re all pooling for a cab — technically, it’s Meredith’s turn to be desi, but she’s opting out, wants to have a few, says she’s still upset about that Julia chick, and that she’ll do it next time. So we’ll swing by your place in the cab around seven?”

“Fine! Should be a good night!”

Chantelle grunted again. She wasn’t famous for her fantastic phone manner. “See ya then.”

Ashley put the phone back into her bag, replaced it under her desk, and stretched her long body backwards in her chair. She wasn’t supposed to take personal calls during work but it was nearly home time, and there was no one waiting to be served. She worked at the bank, and it had been an annoying day full of paper-pushing boredom. Usually she enjoyed her job, but the entire week had seemed to comprise of her least favourite aspects of it. It would be pleasant to take a load off that night with her friends. They hadn’t been to Bolton’s for a couple of weeks, which was unusual for them.

Work finished, and Ashley picked up a sandwich from the shop next-door for dinner. It was a short drive home. A coffee and a shower later, and she found herself standing in front of the mirror, humming about what to wear, her smooth, tanned skin glowing from the hot water from which she’d just emerged.

It had been a while since she’d worn a dress. She slid on a pink one, complimenting it with soft, girlie sandals. She tied her long blonde hair up into a ponytail, and painted pink lip-gloss on her lips to match. She’d just finished applying eye-shadow to her green eyes when the taxi honked downstairs. Ashley jogged down to meet it.

“Hey!” four voices sang at her from the maxi-cab.

“Hi girls!” Ashley got in and did up her seatbelt.

“We were just discussing the new bar girl!” Tansy grinned at Ashley, adjusting her black-framed glasses on her nose, in thick, skilfully applied makeup. “Word is, she’s hot enough to set fire to something!” she giggled.

“Word is she’s straight,” countered Meredith, voice officious as the cab pulled away from Ashley’s place.

“Of course she’s not straight!” scoffed Chantelle, her favourite green baseball cap planted firmly on shoulder-length hair. “Why would she get a job in a gay bar if she was straight?”

“Maybe she didn’t know it was a gay bar?” suggested Meredith.

“Bullshit! Management would have told her when they hired her!” Chantelle blared.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Meredith shrugged plump shoulders. “We’ll have to find out the goss when we get there.”

“It’s about time they got some new talent at Bolton’s,” Claire declared next. “I mean, Oliver and John are sweet boys but they’re so boring. Bella’s a gem, and so’s Tony, but it’s good they’ve got someone …”

“Hot?” Tansy cut her off with a laugh.

The group of five were regulars at Bolton’s and knew all the staff there, usually making time to hang out in their favourite bar at least two or three, sometimes four times a week, for drinks after work, and sometimes to party on weekends. It was their number-one haunt, a small comfortable place that played good music, had a pool table, jukebox, and relaxing atmosphere.

It wasn’t far away from where Ashley lived. Before they knew it, the cab was pulling up to their destination. Chantelle paid the cabdriver and told the girls they each had to buy her a bourbon and she’d call it even, as they all climbed out and stood on the sidewalk.

The yellow, pink and green flashing sign was casting the street around them in multicoloured, interchanging light. The girls trooped past security, a massive broad-chested butch called Cordelia and an equally broad-chested male called Gus, who both waved them through on sight with familiar nods.

As usual, the jukebox was going inside. A couple of women with short hair shot some pool. A few other people lingered on tables, enjoying conversation bursa escort and drinks.

“Hm, quiet night!” observed Claire as they trooped over to the bar. “It’ll probably pick up when the DJ gets in. Hi Tony!”

Tony was the manager, a tall Italian man with neat dark hair and a kind smile. He was the only one visible behind the bar when the five friends approached.

“Ladies!” he smiled. “How are you all this evening?”

“Good,” was the universal reply.

“Yo, Tones!” Chantelle was clearly in a predatory mood (although, Ashley thought, that wasn’t unusual. When wasn’t she?). She was craning her head around everywhere while she leaned comfortably on the bar. “Where’s the new meat? Word is she’s an absolute number! What’s the lowdown?”

Tony laughed and shook his head. “She’s straight,” he told Chantelle directly. “Very nice girl, her name’s Jeanette. I’ll get her to serve you if you like, so you can meet her. She’ll need to learn what you girls drink anyway. Jeanie!” he called. “Jeanie!”

“Coming!” a voice floated back, and a second later, the girl herself appeared through the side doors.

She was indeed gorgeous. Smooth skin, dark hair that cascaded down her back, a cute fringe, faultless facial structure with even cheekbones, a sweet jaw, perfect lips and teeth. She was nice and tall, and her body was delicious. Curved hips, a tight little tummy, smooth, toned arms and killer long legs hidden beneath black pants. She had large tits that rested beneath a delicate collarbone — her chest was unmistakably feminine.

“Mmm!” Tansy and Claire both hummed under their breaths, in unison beside Ashley.

“Jeanie, come and meet some of our favourite customers,” Tony told her. “These girls are friends of mine, they come in all the time.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jeanie smiled easily at the five girls.

“You haven’t met them yet!” Tony teased. “This is Chantelle.”

“Charmed,” Chantelle smirked at her.

“Tanzania,” Tony moved on to Tansy.

“Hey!” Tansy complained at the nickname Tony had for her. “Tansy,” she corrected.

“Claire, Mez, and Ashley!” Tony finished.

Jeanie’s dark eyes settled onto one after the other, finally stopping to rest on Ashley when her name was called. She smiled, flashing even white teeth. “Nice to meet you all,” she said again.

Ashley felt the jolt of strong attraction in her chest straight away. It had been a long, long time since she’d been so strongly attracted to someone so immediately, she thought. She could feel it in her whole body, in her stomach, in her throat, as everything started responding on a deep, chemical level to this girl. Her heart started beating just that bit quicker as she returned Jeanie’s smile.

“I’ll let you take care of them,” Tony said to Jeanie, and she nodded.

“Vodka orange and a bourbon and coke, please,” Tansy stepped forwards and ordered first.

“No worries,” Jeanie flipped two glasses into her hands with the ease of regular handling, and reached upwards to use the nip-pourers. Her stretched body was hypnotic. Her flat stomach beneath the tight black shirt she wore stretched until it was even firmer as her muscles flexed. Ashley found herself gaping at her sexy cleavage, and tore her eyes away.

“So when did you start working here?” Tansy asked, heaping a strand of brown hair behind her ear.

“Around a week and a half ago,” Jeanie replied, voice friendly.

“Do you like it?” Chantelle fired at her, smiling like a shark. “I bet you do.”

Jeanie lowered smiling eyes to her. “I’m not sure yet, it’s only been a week and a half,” she answered pleasantly. “So far, so good.”

“You look like you’ve worked a bar before,” Meredith put to her next, as Jeanie operated the drink gun and fired coke into Chantelle’s glass, OJ into Tansy’s.

“I have,” Jeanie returned. “I moved out of home though so I had to leave my last job — it was too far away from my new place. I tried to keep it up for a couple of months, but the commute killed me. I think I’ll like it here. Tony seems like a pretty cool boss. He’s been really good and given me the hours I want, which is important at the moment — uni exams.” She winced at them good-naturedly.

“Oh yeah, what are you studying?” Meredith asked.

“Marketing, Advertising and Public Relations,” Jeanie answered. “It’s a combined degree. I’ve got twelve months left on it.”

“How old are you?” Chantelle demanded next.

“Twenty-two,” Jeanie returned competently, dealing with their interrogation in an open and gracious manner, as Tansy slid some notes across the bar. “What would you like?” next, she turned right to Ashley.

“A white wine please, a semi sav blanc,” Ashley returned, electrified at the eye contact again.

“Coming right up,” Jeanie turned her back to them to reach into the fridge. Chantelle blatantly checked out her ass when she did so and, more discreetly, so did Ashley.

“So!” Chantelle pounced on the attractive brunette again when she faced the front. escort bursa “Word on the street is, you’re gay! We’re all pleased to hear the news, obviously.” And she winked at her.

Jeanie laughed. “No no no, street-word is wrong I’m afraid. I’m straight!” she stated.

“What are you doing working here then?” Chantelle continued exacting information. “Curious about how the other half live, cutie? Want to test some waters? Because if you do …”

“I work here because it’s close to my house?” Jeanie cut Chantelle off very quickly, smoothly, and didn’t look ruffled by the line of questioning — Ashley wasn’t surprised. She’d probably been getting it all week from the clientele at Bolton’s. “Here you go, Ashley,” now, she slid the glass of wine across the bar to Ashley, always smiling. Ashley’s body jolted again at the sound of her name on the girl’s lips.

“Thankyou, Jeanie,” she returned it evenly, making sure she pressed the money into her hand instead of sliding it across the counter as Tansy had, but keeping the contact quick and professional. The brief flash she had of skin on skin was still enough to keep her pulse racing.

“Next?” Jeanie asked the other two.

“Gin and tonic, and Midori and pineapple,” Meredith ordered for both her and Claire.

“You guys are going to have to help me out the first few times I see you, it’ll take me a while to remember what all five of you drink,” Jeanie commented easily, as she fixed the two their drinks.

“I’ll give you the help you need,” Chantelle volunteered with a smirk.

“Thankyou!” Jeanie’s eyes fixed assessingly onto Chantelle. “Here you go, guys, all done.”

“Thanks Jeanie, it was good to meet you!” Tansy sang, as they all picked up their drinks and moved to find a table. They found one relatively close to the bar, and sat down.

“Phew!” Chantelle looked around at all her friends. “What a total babe! I’m going to get her!”

“Chantelle, she said she was straight,” Meredith rolled her eyes. “She’s not going to be interested.”

“I can turn the straight ones gay,” Chantelle blared confidently. “Besides, I’m getting vibes from her. I reckon she could swing. God, I haven’t had anyone make me this horny for yonks! She’s the best looking piece of ass that’s come my way in a long time! There’s no way I’m going to let her get away! I’m going to lay her and lay her so well she won’t know what hit her!”

Chantelle always spoke like that, but tonight it was getting in Ashley’s nerves. Jealousy was starting to flourish within her. Chantelle was attractive, with her smooth pale skin and high cheekbones, and she had a famously high libido. She was overly confident and aggressive when pursuing the things she wanted, but Ashley was no slouch when it came to determination either. She set her jaw.

“Who says you’ve got dibs on her?” she asked her friend, making her voice slightly jokey. “And you can’t use the “you saw her first” line either — we all saw her at the same time.”

“Did either of you hear her tell us she was straight?” Meredith’s eyebrows were raised as she transferred her gaze onto Ashley.

Chantelle turned to consider Ashley as well, sensing slightly more weight behind her words. “You want her too.” It was a blunt statement.

“She’s sexy,” Ashley shot the girl at the bar another look, avoiding the question for the time being.

“I’m going to get her!” Chantelle stated, arrogant and outspoken.

“Not if I do first!” Ashley found herself retorting in irritation, before she could stop herself.

“Alright, a bit of friendly competition!” Chantelle sniggered, eyeing Ashley off. “May the best woman win, Ashley, and I’m just going to say that you can be assured it’ll be me.”

“Hello! Straightness!” Meredith sounded incredulous as she reminded them.

“Whatever Mez. My gaydar’s never off and I sense something from tasty britches over there,” Chantelle waved her friend off. “I’ll have her between my legs before the month is out, be assured.”

“Not if Ashley does first!” Claire looked from one to the other, grinning at their interplay.

“Sorry Ashley, but you’re going to be left in my dust,” Chantelle sniffed arrogantly, draining her bourbon in one gulp.

“You’re all talk, Chantelle. We’ll see what happens,” Ashley returned with dignity.

“Better pipe down guys, she’s coming!” Tansy warned.

A few seconds later, Jeanie appeared at their table. She smiled silently at them again, and reached down to pick up Chantelle’s empty glass.

“So, gotta boyfriend, sweetie?” Chantelle leered up at her.

“I have a few, actually! I keep a harem,” Jeanie joked.

“That’s obviously code for “no”,” Chantelle barked.

“Well, let’s just call it nothing serious. Better go!” Jeanie said, then turned and made to stride off.

“Do I make you uneasy, hot-stuff?” Chantelle put to her, voice smug, obviously thinking her sexiness was making Jeanie nervous enough to leave their table quickly, and not that Jeanie was simply getting bursa escort bayan on with her job.

“Not at all,” Jeanie turned back, laughing. “Last week, a chick the size of a sumo tried to put her hand on my ass! Now that made me uneasy — actually, I freaked right out. Shiver. Catch you later at the bar for round two, guys!”

“Obviously straight,” pronounced Meredith, the second she had gone.

“Obviously not into fat chicks,” countered Chantelle.

“DJ’s here,” pointed Tansy.

The Friday night DJ had indeed turned up and set up, and as they looked, he started his first set. The music was loud — the dance floor started to fill. More people had come in. Tansy and Claire got up right away and began grooving around and laughing together in front of the DJ’s booth. Chantelle was dragged away from their table by an ex-fling who obviously had her sights set on hooking up with her again that night.

Ashley and Meredith sat together at the table taking about Meredith’s pseudo “best-friend” Julia who had been Meredith’s first kiss last week, leaving Meredith confused about their relationship. Meredith was slightly younger than the other girls in their group. She’d always known she was gay, but at twenty-four she was still a virgin. She was slightly dumpy and frumpy looking, but very mature and perceptive — when it came to other people. It sounded to Ashley as though Meredith was in love with Julia now, but Julia was just writing the incident off as “a drunk thing”. She had been Meredith’s best friend since high school — Meredith was very upset about it.

As their conversation and the night wore on, Ashley found her eyes straying back over to the bar, seeking out Jeanie. The other bar staff had come out of their holes, and now there were four of them behind the bar. Two bland, personality-less boys, Oliver and John (nineteen years each respectively), were there, as was Tony. Bella had the weekend off, so Jeanie was the only girl behind the bar. Even if she hadn’t been, with her striking beauty she would have stood out. Her skin was now covered in a slight sheen of sweat under the hot lights of the bar, her cheeks flushed. Ashley licked her lips. Her mind lazily entertained the thought of licking the sweat from the underside of that neck, how nice it would taste on her tongue. Jeanie’s movements were liquid and she dragged bottles down and poured into glasses with precision, oblivious of the scrutiny Ashley was placing her under.

Meredith was less oblivious. “Earth to Ashley!” she tapped on the table with her glass to get Ashley’s attention.

“I’m sorry Mez, I was just thinking,” Ashley said quickly.

“Yeah, and I know what about!” Meredith bantered, turning over her shoulder and shooting a pointed look at the already-famous Jeanie.

“She’s just so hot though, isn’t she?” Ashley sighed, caught out and close enough to Mez not to be too embarrassed about the conversation. She swished the ice cubes around in her glass and took a long sip. “I know, I know what you’re going to say Mez. She’s straight. All the hot ones are straight!” she complained lightly. “It’s just that she’s just my type, you know? Physically, I mean; I have no idea what her personality is like.”

“Chantelle would say who cares about personality?” Meredith commented. “You um, sounded pretty, you know. Motivated, before. Are you going to make a play for her, see if anything’s there?”

“No harm in getting to know her, is there?” Ashley replied with a shrug.

“Well, there will be if you start to get a crush on her and she’s a bona-fide straight girl,” Meredith was logical. “Just be careful, that’s all. You don’t think it will get weird with Chantelle, you both going after the same girl?”

“Do you?” Ashley wanted Meredith’s advice. For some reason, she had no interest in letting her domineering friend take to the floor unchallenged on this one.

“I think Chantelle needs to be taken down a notch, sometimes I find her too much,” Meredith wrinkled her nose. “So if you were to beat her out on this, I would, hypothetically, find that funny.”

“If Miss Sex-On-Legs over there prefers butch, I’ve got no chance,” Ashley noted gloomily. “Chantelle takes the cake in that department.”

“If she likes gorgeous blonde femmes though, you’re in!” Meredith sucked up the last of her drink through her straw. “I personally think she’s too straight for us to even be having this conversation — but, as we both know. You never know.”

“What I do know is that it’s ages since I got laid,” Ashley grouched. “Chantelle hooks up all the time. I deserve this more than her, it’s my right,” she joked with a smile.

“Chantelle’s taken her eyes off the prize already,” Meredith pointed behind her.

Ashley turned. Chantelle was swapping tongues with her fling.

“I’ll get us another drink? Or would you like to go?” Meredith offered.

“I’ll go!” Ashley stuck her tongue out at her, and got up. She lined up at the bar in the line closest to Jeanie. She waved at a few familiar faces around the bar while she waited.

“What can I get you?” suddenly, Jeanie was in front of her, slightly out of breath.

“White wine please,” Ashley began. “Sem…”

“Semi sav blanc, right? No problems, Ashley,” Jeanie smiled at her.

If you have never been to the top end of Australia, unless you have to be there, or need good pay – don’t go.

It is hot and humid, the undergrowth is full of slithery things that bite to kill. You can’t swim in the rivers; the biting things there grow 16 feet long, swim underwater and eat you. They are the ‘salties’, sea going crocodiles and they are protected by law. Obviously humans aren’t covered by the same law so quite a few go missing, often unnoticed for months or years in this untamed, wild and sparsely populated part of the country.

The sea is full of man eating sharks, little box jelly fish that sting you to death and stingrays.

And there are the flies. Not just a few, not just a few hundred but thousands upon thousands that only want to drink your sweat. But the fishing is good. Not far away they catch the mammoth tiger prawns which go well on a barbecue and also make excellent bait. As they say up here “You have to be desperate to live here, mad to choose to, and crazy when they take you out of here.”

So here I was in Weipa, at the top end of Cape York peninsular. A small community of about 800 people, of whom only a few hundred were female, and all because of a red earth called bauxite. The bulk of the population are single males working on the diggings 12 miles away; carrying the bauxite in 40 ton specially made carrier trucks to the port and loading it onto ships. There are a few full time residents involved in the hotel, some shops and auxiliary services. Then there are the bush pilots who come and go regularly.

Weipa is one of the largest open cast mining centres of bauxite mining in the Southern Hemisphere. They ship the earth directly to Bluff at the southernmost point of New Zealand where a massive refinery converts it to aluminium (or alumina if you live in the USA). And what on earth was I doing here?

I was doing the monthly stock-take of the liquor supply, and gearing the staff for conversion to computer control from head office. It had taken me all day to fly the 2000 miles from Brisbane, after a 40 minute drive from Surfers Paradise to the airport. It was my job as Marketing cartons of spirits and bottled beer — the famous ‘stubby’. Oh yes and of course some fine wines and carbonated soft drinks. Over $250,000 in value per trip.

Amazingly from over 30,000 items on the stock sheet the only thing unaccounted for was a single bottle of Johnny Walkers Red label whisky. Until Anton remembered they had some V.I.P’s from the mining corporation that Frank had entertained in his private suite, and they drank whisky. Problem solved — 1 bottle Johnny Walker written off under ‘Entertaining V.I.P’s.’

This area also has heavy rains, heavy enough to prevent the Friendship turboprop aircraft from landing. Owned by the mine, they were the only way in or out — there was no road. And so dutifully the rainy season began and it poured for 4 days.

I had been due to fly out tomorrow back to Cairns (a 3 hour flight) but now I was stuck in the hotel. Because when the ‘Wet’ arrived it could rain for weeks and everything became flooded — including the runway.

I was largely left to my own devices because the Management staff have plenty to do, and don’t need a Head Office fellow hanging around them all day.

There wasn’t really much you could do in a place like this with the rain thundering down, temperature outside in the high 90’s but a comparatively cool 72 inside, courtesy of air conditioning. So I decided to do a wander around the non public areas of the hotel. My position in the company allows me to go anywhere (except maybe the ladies’ toilets) and it wasn’t long before Anton saw me wandering around.

He approached and said “Mr Higginbottom, can I be of any assistance?” I explained I was just trying to pass time by exploring the ‘pub’.

“Aaah qui, it can be so boring on these types of days.” ” Perhaps the weather will fine up and then you can go fishing.”

“Let’s hope so Anton otherwise it is going to be more than a bit boring for 4 days.”

“Perhaps Mademoiselle Harris should join you; she too is not sure how to pass the time.” he said.

“And who is this Harris person — I haven’t seen anyone else in this place except me.”

“She is something to do with medical supplies who came in by bush pilot just this morning from Groote Island missionary station. She will be waiting for connection to Cairns just like you. Perhaps you might meet her in the Lounge bar before lunch.”

I thanked him for his advice then wandered in to the kitchen. I had met the chef Dave on my last trip. He wasn’t much older than I was, about late 30’s but his Dad also worked in the kitchen. There is (or was) a fabulous Australian artist called Joliffe, whose cartoons depicting two outback Aussie farmers were legend. They were also called Dad and Dave onwingiris.biz and this real life couple could have been the models for the cartoons.

Dad in particular with his beer gut hanging over a dilapidated pair of khaki shorts; skinny bowed legs; a black singlet that just rested at the top of his gut, and a semi bald head of flyaway ginger hair. There were also millions of freckles all over him — on the other hand they could have been fly droppings. About 70 years old he had a gentle manner and a heart of gold.

“Gidday Jimmy,” he chortled as I wandered in,” heard you were back to bother us. Pity ’bout the weather ‘cos the sea trout been running for weeks.”

“Gidday yourself Dad.” “What delights are you two drumming up for lunch?”

“Well knowing there aren’t many in the house,” said Dave, wiping his hands on his apron as he approached, ” wondered if you might be interested in a mud crab for lunch. One of the abbo’s brought in a pile in exchange for some grog.”

I laughed and said “That was convenient seeing as how we have just finished stock-take.”

“Nah.” said Dave. “We have an allocation for cooking with, as you know, but it doesn’t all get used so we use left over half bottles to trade with aboriginal’s for all sorts of specialities — some you don’t even want to hear about. For example there is also buffalo steak on for lunch if you prefer. We are told the abbo’s found one bogged in mud so it ends up here.”

“Tell the bosses back at head office it also cuts down on provisioning costs” he added with a laugh.

“Thanks I’ll stay with the ‘muddy,’ see you in about ½ an hour” I said as I made my way out to the Lounge Bar. It had an air conditioned non- smoking area but with access to a patio area surrounded by gauze to keep out flies and other insects. Needing a smoke, I wandered up to the bar and got a handle of beer then went out onto the patio area.

Over in a corner, reading a book was a female. The book was held at face level so I couldn’t see it. However the upper half of the body looked great. Bare shoulders, holding up a couple of straps from a loose fitting dress. The straps were pushed out to quite a nice angle as they reached the bosom. The legs were very shapely too and nicely tanned.

She heard the doors swing shut behind me, lowered the book to see who had entered, then put the book back up as if nothing abnormal had happened. I wandered over to the other side, lit up a smoke and idly glanced through an old ‘London Illustrated’ that had probably been there since the War.

Dave came in about 10 minutes later to announce that lunch was almost ready. We both got up together and being 6 foot 3 inches, I was surprised to see she was close to 6 foot in height. She was also quite attractive with long black hair. Her reading glasses framed a pair of brown eyes and her face was definitely part Polynesian. She was also quite young so I was intrigued to find out what kind of medical provisions she was involved in.

Dave had set up a table in one corner and invited us to share it.

“Makes it a bit easier for serving up if you don’t mind Miss.” “I don’t mind at all,” I said, “but perhaps we should be properly introduced.”

Dave said “Miss Rebecca Harris, meet Jimmy Higginbottom.” She nodded and I smiled, then pulled out a chair for her. I waited as she sat so as to push it in towards the table, but I also was trying to sneak a look down the front of her loose dress front. Unsuccessfully, as it turned out.

She had decided on a salad whilst I had the mud crab, which as always, was delicious in melted butter. There wasn’t a lot of conversation in between the eating, but I did discover she worked for a Family Planning outfit and had some basic First Aid knowledge as well. She had been on Groote Eylandt (it’s original Dutch name) some 500 miles away to the west. Evidently there were some sectors of indigenous tribes who were multiplying with gusto but there were worrying tribal groups where births had almost ceased entirely.

She had been on a fact finding mission when tribal elders in one group became aggressive, advising here to leave “before harm comes to you”, so she had radioed for a bush pilot to collect her and just made it here before the rain began.

I asked her “So what is your next move?”

“I will have to go back as soon as I can so that this tribe doesn’t set the others against me, and undo all the work we have achieved so far.” said Rebecca.

“Well if I can help in any way don’t hesitate to give me a yell.” I said.” I will either become stir crazy or perpetually drunk if I am left alone for 4 days.”

Her look softened and she said slowly and softly, “Thanks I might have to take you up on that, if only to prevent you getting drunk, but are you free to go to the Island?”

“According to reports all mining aircraft are grounded in Cairns for at least another 4 more days, when I spoke to my office. When I asked if there was anything I should be doing they just laughed and advised me to keep my powder dry” “So I am in a sense a free agent, plus I do speak a bit of pidgin and understand abbo sign language. I have hunted in that area before some years ago.”

“That would extremely helpful where I am going. Although mainly fish eaters I was wondering if meat protein might be part of the dietary problem amongst the males.”

“Why only the males. ” I almost choked.

“Because I figure their sperm count is down through lack of iron and protein and that could account for the lower birth rate.” she answered.

“Isn’t it always the male’s fault?” I jokingly asked, trying to hide my surprise at such a forthcoming observation.

“Depends on the type of physique, lifestyle, diet and exercise they get. Yours is probably way down despite your physique because of probable diet and lack of exercise.” she retorted.

Thanks very much I thought.

We decided to grab some 40 winks while the rain thundered down and retired to our respective rooms — opposite each other on the corridor.

An exceptionally large crack of thunder woke me up about 4:00pm and despite the air conditioning I was sweating so I had a cold shower.

Feeling marginally refreshed I wandered into Frank’s office and joined him in a rum and coke. I told him about my lunch time conversation with Ms Harris and he looked at me quite gravely.

“It is only because she is a female and not European that she is able to visit so many of the tribes, and because of her ethnic background they view her like a cousin. I am not so sure you would be quite as welcome trampling in there with your size 12 feet.

“Well I haven’t exactly been asked yet”. I said. “It is also nearly 10 years since I hunted up here, mostly wild Rusa Deer and some crocs — hey that just reminded me. There was one village on the east side of the island that lost a few children to a croc and I managed to shoot it for them. When we pulled it up on to dry ground the males formed a circle and kept spearing it with their wooden spears. I wonder if that village is near the one that’s giving Ms Harris the problem?”

“You may have found your personal passport to Groote Eylandt.” Frank observed drily.

“Yes but nowadays you need permission to land there and there is no hotel or accommodation.” I pointed out.

“You are right,” said Frank, “But I do know the chief headman around here has connections everywhere, as does the local Mine Manager so let’s see where we end up. You aren’t likely to be going anywhere for a while, not while it’s pissing down like it is.”

And so it proved. The tribe where Ms Harris had encountered resistance lived near Bartalumba Bay on the ocean side of the island. Most of the population was centred around Anguragu near the airfield and a manganese mine run by Gemco on the western side near to the Australian mainland. Through the Mining Company that had links to the one on the Island we both gained approval to visit. Evidently there was some excitement when my name was mentioned and my I.D. had been scrutinised by various people.

We had to wait another day before we could fly and against the headwind in the 4 seat plane, it took a long time to cover the Arafura Sea but we soon saw the island. It is a bit hard to miss being over 2,000 km square, about 30 miles East to West and 45 miles north to south.

We landed and were met by representatives of the Warnindilyakwa tribe, accompanied by the Manager of the mine who drove us in to the village of Angurugu, where about 900 people, mostly aborigines, lived.

We were taken to a large tin roofed open area for a welcome. Most of it in the ancient language spoken only by this tribe, so most of it was unintelligible to me. Then the Manager addressed the assembled onlookers pointing to Rebecca and saying in a type of Pidgin “We welcome back Missee, she here not long time ago; take care them bites and sores. She also talk woman talk. This other fella he here long time ago. He kill pukpuk (crocodile), killer of picaninny over Bartalumba many time ago.”

At this announcement there was a loud stamping on the floor — a sign of approval even though the crocodile can be sacred to some tribes.

The Manager asked Rebecca what she intended to do first so she told him she would be all right on her own with the women for a day or so then would get a message to the mine for transport to the other side.

He then turned to me and said “What did you have in mind Jimmy? “Well to be honest Mr Read, I came along to lend Ms Harris a hand, if she needed it over at Bartalumba. Last time she was here she was treated a bit harshly by some of the elders of the tribe.”

“Yes, we heard the rumours through the grape-vine and spoke to those concerned. They assured us they had no ill intentions towards Ms Harris. They just felt she was interfering in areas she shouldn’t have been.”

“Well when she decides to go over there I will be there waiting for her.” I said. “By the way has anyone got a rifle I can borrow and are there any of those Rusa deer left on the island?”

“The deer are starting to be a problem. They have multiplied rapidly and the old hunting skills have been lost among the more modern generations, I have a .257 with ammo that would be suitable and you are welcome to borrow it. Also you will stay at my house and Ms Harris too when she needs to.”

“Great, my plan is to leave here tomorrow on foot with my pack and the rifle” I said as I pulled my big bush knife out of the pack. “Just as well there is no Customs on the Island.” I laughed. He laughed too and said “Matter of fact I am the Customs officer, but survival gear is acceptable. Being the local policeman too I don’t want to have create a search party to look for you, if you don’t mind. But you have been here before hunting so hopefully you still remember the layout of the land.”

I left at dawn the next day heading towards the 500 ft central summit. The inland area of this large island is basically uninhabited. It is stony ground with many fallen trees and as there are few if any regular pathways it is a difficult traverse. But it does provide many feeding areas for the deer.

I was heading south east where I knew there was a favoured valley of the deer. Also it would allow me to sleep safely on the higher ground and then the following morning head north east toward Bartalumba Bay. Snakes of the deadly kind like to lie on the rock ledges for their daily warm up.

After about 4 hours of steady hiking I found a suitable lookout point and with my pocket binoculars soon found signs of deer. They are quite large, about 100 — 150 kilos although their russet coats against the brownish background make them hard to spot.

Heading slightly north I approached a fresh water lake but the deer I had seen had simply vanished. It was starting to go dusk so I set up camp on a large rock, lit a fire and made myself a cup of coffee to go with the can of baked beans I always carry as survival gear.

I spent a lot of time thinking about Ms Harris, or maybe I should start thinking of her by her pretty first name — Rebecca. There was a lot to think about. An almost perfect body (though Polynesians are a bit larger in the hip area), incredible breasts and being not more than 25 years old they were still pert with no signs of sag.

The hair was lovely as were the lips and face and ………. I dozed off with pleasant thoughts.

Rising early I soon found deer sign and it was reasonably fresh, maybe from yesterday. It took nearly 3 hours to find them and get into position for a shot. Within minutes I had bagged two large old males.

My next problem was getting them the next fifteen kilometres to the Bay area. With plenty of dead wood around it was easy to make a triangular frame that I could drag behind me with the deer carcasses on it.

During the next 5 hours I sweated off some of the extra poundage from soft living and as dusk approached I reached the Bay. Quite ahead of schedule I was pleased with my effort.

‘Bush telegraph’ is a common phenomena among native peoples of many lands, so I was not surprised to be met by a group of younger children almost a kilometre from the first village area.

At the village the older folk quickly gathered as I trudged in with my load behind me — now being pulled by teams of kids. Using sign language I expressed my wish to stay when a grizzled old man said ” We do speak English, some of us even went to school.” then laughed at my embarrassment. How times can so rapidly change.

We settled down on our haunches to talk. I explained Rebecca’s concept about protein and he replied, “We meet Missee time ago. She talk our life and we get angry. We send her away; no good tell us how we live. Now we sorry, being angry. Hope Missee come back and tell how be better.”

He continued, “You we know; you kill pukpuk that eat our picaninny long time before. You we treat like family. You almost part Aboriginal, know ways of land, speak our words.”

I thanked him and invited him to help with the butchering of the deer. He was extremely proud to be called upon to help with this task. It is a traditional right that as the head man he should be accorded this right.

Shortly afterwards a jeep arrived bringing Rebecca and two older Aboriginal women from Angurugu. I was very surprised she had arrived a day early. She surveyed the scene for a few minutes before getting out of the jeep, at which stage all attention reverted to her from the village people with much clapping of hands. She was led down to the head man who greeted her with much appeasement.

Author’s Note: I decided to try my hand at writing a simple story, in terms of both length and story, for a change. I’d appreciate getting readers’ thoughts on it.

Any and all similarities between the following fiction and real people, events, or places is purely unintentional.

Angela stares down at the man.

At just over one and a half metres, in a fairly conservative pantsuit that hides most of her figure, she isn’t exactly intimidating to look at.

Nonetheless, her honey-gold eyes are as warm as ice, and narrowed dangerously on the businessman.

The wall of wood between them doesn’t hinder the effect of her glare in the slightest.

When she sees the sweat beading on the defendant’s brow, a predatory smirk curves her lip and she moves in for the kill.

“So let me get this straight, Mr. Carmichael. You just happened to find the gun? The gun that only had your fingerprints on it?”

He growls, fear turning to anger as his cheeks redden.

“That’s what I’ve said fifty times now. You’d think bad memory’d be somethin’ you couldn’t have as a lawyer,” he mocks.

She barely blinks, his anger just making her smirk grow.

“So you’d never seen the victim before? Never talked to him?”

“Never saw the guy,” he agrees with a nod.

Nodding, Angela brought her hand up to tap her chin, making a show of her eyes rolling up to the side in thought.

“Hmm… Something’s odd about that… Something…”

She snaps her fingers, as though just now remembering the piece of paper in her bag, and confidently stalks to her table.

With a flourish, she pulls the photo out, watching him turn several shades paler by the second.

“So, you just swore on the stand you’d never seen the victim. But Mr. Carmichael, how’s that possible? Here’s a photo of you and him when you both got so inebriated and violent they photographed the two of you to make sure their bouncers never let you in again.”

She doesn’t bother shoving the photo in his face.

His pallor tells the jury she doesn’t need to.

“I didn’t-“

“That sounds an awful lot like perjury, to me,” she continues.

Inside, she’s giddy at the luck of how easy getting the photo had been, given where it was taken.

He cringes in response, the sight making her seem just that slightly taller in comparison.

With a sweep of her hand, she indicates the people sitting to her side, all twelve glaring at the man.

“And if you’re willing to lie on the stand, how can anyone in the jury believe anything you’ve said? Believing that you just happened to find the murder weapon was already a stretch, but now-“

“Objection, she’s testifying, your honor,” she interrupted.

The older man behind the dais raises his brow, indicating that she’d better have a response ready.

“Goes to the character of the defendant, your honor. If he’s going to lie and commit a crime over something as small as seeing the victim before, his credibility on something that his future’s riding on should be nil.”

“Overruled,” the judge agrees with a nod. “Tread carefully, Ms. Blanc.”

Her smile takes on a feral quality, and she stalks back to the stand.

Carmichael is squirming now, his suit showing signs of staining.

“So? Any way you can convince your peers that you weren’t the killer?”

Instead of answering, Carmichael silently stares between her and the watchful jury.

She feels her body tensing of its own accord as something works behind his eyes.

She’s ready when his chair clatters loudly to the floor and his wiry frame launches over the witness stand.

“I’ll kill you before they take me, you cocky bi-ugh!”

Before his threat can be fully said, much less actually realized, an elbow jams into his throat.

He falls in a heap to the floor, clutching at his damaged windpipe with eyes as wide as saucers.

The bailiff hauls him to his feet while he continues retching, snot and tears making him appear even less attractive or intimidating.

“Now that wasn’t very smart,” Angela goads easily, her smirk still in place.

The jury stares at her, amazed by her nonchalance over dropping a man twice her weight and almost a full foot taller.

He screams obscenities and threats at her the entire dragged path out of the courtroom.

She merely ticks them in her head, making sure to add each one to his updated list of counts for his sentencing trial.

The doors finally slip closed, cutting off any more of his tirade.

“So… next Tuesday?” Angela inquires with a raised brow.

“One sharp,” the judge agrees.

Nodding, Angela practically skips her way out of the courtroom and to her car without incident.

As she begins driving, she feels her lips curving into a grin.

She loves when they hand her a conviction like that.

Her drive is uneventful, and she finds her mind wandering.

It’s still distracted as she reaches her Victorian two-story and mindlessly slips inside.

A hand fisting in her hair before she’s gorukle escort pushed against a wall, though, disperses the fog with a burst of sharp clarity.

Briefly, she wonders if perhaps Mr. Carmichael had somehow followed through on his threat.

When her captor presses close, and very familiar curves press against her back, though, the thought vanishes and is replaced with a very different source of anxiety.

The hand disappears, and a palm ghosts down to cup a breast in replacement.

“Skippin’ work? Naughty, naughty,” a husky voice chides, warm breath playing across the shell of the brunette’s ear.

She shivers, finding soft curves pressing more firmly into her in response.

“G-Got out early. My job’s so easy when they’re guilty and stupid,” she remarks with a smirk.

“Sounds dull.”

“Well, there were thirteen different kinds of threats thrown my way while he was being dragged from the room.”

The woman stiffens briefly against her, a dangerous growl rumbling in the back of her throat.

“Jus’ threats?”

Angela lets out a quiet giggle at the woman’s tone, though it simultaneously stokes the flickering fire in her abdomen a bit more.

“Dumbass went for me over the stand. Had a hard time breathing, when it was over. Not quite on your level, but the jury seemed impressed.”

The woman nods and relaxes once more against her.

“So… no wounds ta’ lick, then?” her girlfriend asks, concern giving way to a breathy husk once more.

At the same time, wet heat flicks across the curve of her ear, drawing yet another bout of shivers from the brunette.

“You’re in a mood,” Angela muses with a grin.

A chuckle rumbles against her, and the other hand slides down from the small of her back to briefly cup her ass.

“Ya’ got me all hyped up ‘fore bailin’ this morn’. Damn near teased me braindead, then ya’ were out the door. Damn right I’m in a mood,” she retorts with her brogue slipping through more than usual.

To accompany her words, Jane leans her head forward and clamps her teeth lightly on Angela’s earlobe.

“E-ever heard of m-masturbation?” the lawyer challenges breathily. “It does wonders.”

The hands grip harder, drawing a squeak from her as heat spreads through her veins.

“When I ‘ave a perfectly good pet who eventyally ‘as ta’ come home? Not hap’nin’,” Jane hisses back.

“And if I hadn’t gotten out early?” the brunette challenges while throwing an amused smirk over her shoulder.

As soon as their faces are mirrored, Jane leans forward and captures her lips.

Angela attempts to turn around, and throw herself fully into her girlfriend’s lips, only for both hands to move.

Lightning fast, her hands are pinned to the wall, and Jane pulls back with a light nip at her lips.

“Uh-uh. Repayment first, play later. Just keep saying what I’ve had on repeat in my head since this morn’.”

“Which is?” Angela asks, only to blush at her surprisingly breathless voice.

Jane grins and leans back into her, lips again resting on her burning ear.

“Anticipation makes it all the sweeter,” the blonde whispers.

Before she can respond, Angela is pulled forward and violently spun around, her back colliding with the wall the next instant.

Jane’s brown eyes are hot with lust as she pins her girlfriend’s shoulder down.

Angela realizes that her earlier expressions hadn’t even begun to touch on feral like Jane’s does.

The look usually reserved for scaring rowdy clubbers is locked on her in full effect, making something deep in her abdomen clench.

She remains silent as she takes in the blonde’s apparel.

Evidently, she hadn’t deigned to change since the morning.

Wrapped only in black sweats and a sports bra, the clothes work together to greatly show off Jane’s muscular figure.

She feels her own nipples hardening at the sight, her nervous swallow loud as a gunshot in the silence.

Somehow, Jane seems to know it, too, her lips parting to show teeth like a circling wolf.

Angela feels pressure on her shoulder, and she lets herself be lowered without protest, her own eyes gaining their own heated glaze.

“Now then. I’m horny as fuck, and you did get home early. Why don’t we use that to our advantage?” Jane asks throatily.

Down on her knees, Angela sees a patch of shininess at the crotch of the blonde’s sweatpants, a faint trace of arousing scent reaching her nose.

“You’re going to get my suit dirty,” she complains, her voice a few pitches higher than Mr. Carmichael or his jury would believe her capable of.

Smirking, Jane lets her hand trail up to her brunette mane before making a firm, but not painfully so, fist.

Angela’s head snaps up, and her eyes widen as she stares up past her girlfriend’s heaving bosom to her dark smile.

“Wouldn’ wan’ tha’. What should we do ’bout tha’, ya’ think?”

Angela’s stomach tightens further, her breath rasping out in a quiet gasp.

“I… could strip?” she ventures.

“Can ya’? Well, altıparmak eskort bayan tha’s good ta’ know, though we long figured tha’ out,” Jane remarks with an even wider grin.

Knowing what her girlfriend wants to hear, and what she wants to say, makes Angela’s entire body shudder.

The movement pronounces the hold of her hair more, a brief trickle of discomfort warring with the heat building in her stomach.

“May I strip for you, Mistress?”

The words are delivered in an even higher-pitched voice, more gasp than actual speech.

Jane’s eyes narrow slightly, and the brunette watches with satisfaction as she shivers, as she always does to that particular voice.

While her girlfriend normally loves a tortuously slow strip tease, Angela can tell there’s no patience today, at least at the moment.

When a finger presses into her chin, she rises easily to her feet once more.

“Twenty seconds, or I’ll do worse than make it dirty,” Jane growls out.

The blonde’s lust-laden voice sends a chill down Angela’s spine, and she quickly goes to work unbuttoning her blazer.

She feels eyes burning her every trace of skin as she gradually exposes more of it.

By the time the twenty seconds are up, the brunette’s entire body is colored slightly pinker than normal.

Jane’s eyes glow hungrily as they move from her feet to her head.

Her lips curve into a long smile when she spots the slight shine on Angela’s thighs.

“I’m not the only one in a mood,” she muses.

“Didn’t say you were,” Angela quips easily.

Any more banter is interrupted when Jane grabs her hair, forcing her head to tilt back.

She catches her lips in a searing kiss, tongue and teeth quickly joining the fray.

The light nips and licks quickly enflame the brunette’s lips, sending pulses of sensation straight to her center.

Angela moans at the feeling of hands rubbing figure eights up and down her side.

As soon as she does, Jane’s tongue slips into her mouth, and she eagerly laps at the appendage.

One of the hands moves to her breast, tracing even more random patterns into her sensitive skin while the kiss deepens.

Angela tries to reciprocate, only to find her hands suddenly held against her stomach between them in an iron grip.

When spots start flickering along her vision, Angela forces the kiss to break off.

Their gasping fills the air, and the two share burning stares for a moment.

Finally, Jane deigns to move again.

Jane grabs her hand, then, and quickly drags her back the several steps needed to get into their bedroom.

They stop once they reach the bed, and Angela gulps against her will as her girlfriend’s grin grows even larger.

With a move that Angela wishes she was half graceful enough to pull off, the blonde spins around her and comes to rest on the bed, sitting facing her.

The hand holding hers quickly slips up to her shoulder, and lightly presses.

Angela shudders at the feel of their feathery carpet against her naked legs, small bursts of sensation rising every time she shifts.

The realization that she’s now practically in her girlfriend’s lap just adds to the sensation.

She looks up just in time to see Jane’s eyes flutter, the bouncer’s entire body shivering at the idea, as well.

With a throaty groan, the blonde’s hand moves up to lightly cup the back of her head.

The way she drags Angela’s head forward, pressing her face firmly against the seat of her pants, though, is a sharp contrast to the light touch.

“Don’t worry, baby, you can get my clothes as dirty as ya’ want.”

Angela’s eyes lift up, and she raises a brow at the blonde’s cocky expression.

“Are you making fun of me?”

She notices that Jane bites her lip as soon as she talks, letting her know just how close her mouth, and her warm breath, are to Jane’s pussy.

With a more noticeable blush, Jane grins down at her and pulls her more firmly against her growing wet spot.

“Maybe, a bit.”

Angela clamps her lips onto the damp fabric in response.

She grins when her warm breath buries into the thin cotton, drawing a very quiet moan from the blonde’s parted lips.

“Okay, I’m stoked. Now, be a good girl and strip your Mistress. We’ve got plenty of time ‘afore I hafta’ go, if we use it right,” Jane groans.

Angela quickly leans forward, not bothering to argue against the appealing idea.

She can feel Jane’s surprise as she leans further up, and instead of grabbing at the waistband of her sweats, instead puts her hands on her hips.

Warmth quickly soaks into her hands, and she smirks when Jane shivers under her slightly colder touch.

Still wearing her smirk, she uses her handhold to keep her balance as she almost flops onto the blonde.

With her torso pressed against Jane’s legs, she lets her lips fall to her stomach.

The brunette trails kisses along her quivering abdomen, her mouth dancing over the sensitive flesh as she slowly nilüfer eskort bayan makes her way down.

When she stops at the waist of her sweatpants and begins lightly flickering her tongue, Jane’s breathing audibly hitches.

The sound of the gasp goes to Angela’s groin, and she feels herself clenching.

Her hands flex on Jane’s hips, and without further adieu, she bites down on the thin cotton.

She feels Jane’s burning stare as she slowly, torturously drags the sweats down her legs.

Every few centimeters, she pauses and moves her mouth, as though the fabric slips from her grip.

During each of these releases, she makes sure to drag her tongue along quivering, burning skin before getting back to stripping her girlfriend.

Before long, she has the sweats down to only half-covering Jane’s pussy.

An evil grin moves across her lips there.

“Ah, did you shave for me, baby?”

Jane groans as the brunette’s words feather across her naked mons.

“Mmm-maybe…”

“You really were eager,” she laughs.

Despite her nearly constant squirming, Jane still manages to give her a somewhat intimidating wolfish grin.

“You have no idea. Now, finish stripping me and get to work, or there’ll be hell to pay.”

Angela cants her head to the side, resting her cheek on a quivering thigh as she stares back.

“But I like having hell to pay, remember? It’s one of my charms.”

Jane groans, and her hand shoots down to grab a fistful of hair.

“Different approach. Stop teasing and do what we both want, or I’ll put you in the chastity belt with a vibe set low inside you for my six hour shift tonight,” she growls.

Angela more than matches her groan, and the rumbling sends spark of sensation into her girlfriend’s crotch.

When Jane hisses out, her head bending back for a moment, the brunette decides she’s had her fill of the torment.

“All you had to do was ask, Mistress,” she whispers.

With a giggle at the blonde’s glare, she lets her hands slide down and takes a firm grasp of the cotton.

With a lightning-quick motion, she drags it the rest of the way off, revealing metres of tanned, muscular legs.

As soon as the sweats are off, Angela moves back in.

Angela barely even registers what’s happening in her addled state by the time her legs are up and over the brunette’s shoulder.

When a tongue laps at her lower lips, though, she comes out of her stupor with a gasp.

Angela grins into her girlfriend’s pussy as she begins squirming against her face.

After the first few licks, the taste really hits her, and she releases an embarrassing moan into Jane’s thigh.

The vibrations just make the blonde squirm more, which sends the growing fire in both women even hotter.

A hand again cups the back of her head, though she no longer needs any encouragement as she begins lapping at her girlfriend’s wet labia.

Deciding she wants to see how fast she can actually make the blonde cum, she begins flicking her tongue against the sensitive flesh, while also moving her head in slow circles.

Soon, her saliva coats Jane from one thigh to the other, more than mingling with the increasing flow of the blonde’s own fluids.

The scent completely floods Angela’s senses, and she soon finds one of her hands moving to between her legs.

With the other, she eagerly slips first one, then another finger into Jane’s tight tunnel.

The muscles quiver and clench as she begins setting up a rhythm inside her girlfriend.

On each push deeper inside with her fingers, she licks down one of Jane’s labia.

She laps up the other side each time she pulls them back out until just her fingertips remain inside.

This rhythm goes on for a torturously long time, and Angela makes sure to slow each time the blonde almost peaks.

A cruel side of her loves hearing the incoherent babbling that eventually starts slipping from her usually collected girlfriend.

“Please! Nnneed… ugh… cum!” is among the more comprehendible of the senses, and it’s the one that Angela uses as a signal.

She pushes her fingers slightly deeper than she’d previously reached, and begins rapidly scissoring them against Jane’s walls.

At the same time, she moves her mouth up and lets her tongue lightly flicker against the blonde’s exposed clit.

The two forces combine, and in seconds, Jane’s back arches like a taut bow.

Her mouth opens, and an animalistic howl fills the bedroom as cum gushes into the brunette’s open mouth.

She continues her ministrations, drawing more and more orgasms from the seemingly mindless bouncer.

Finally, though, the flow starts to wane, and Angela finally pulls back with one last kiss to each of Jane’s thighs.

She feels cum covering the lower half of her face, and finds herself reveling in the expression locked onto the blonde’s face.

Shuddering breaths are the only sound the bouncer can manage for a small eternity, before her heart gradually slows to an approximation of its normal pace.

Only then does she open her eyes and look down her body.

Seeing Angela’s face shining brings a grin to her lips.

“Taste good?”

In response, Angela grins right back and slowly makes a show of lapping her shining fingers clean.

“Worth the wait?” she challenges back.

Chapter 2: Devon’s Dessert

I awakened to the ringing of the telephone. As my vision cleared, so did my mind. I looked down to find Karen still laying on my stomach. Last night was wonderful! I had never thought that Karen and I would actually be together, but there we were, tangled up in some strange way. “K, wake up,” I said, attempting to shake her shoulder. “I have to get the phone.”

She rolled away from me and curled up into a little ball. As I got up, the telephone stopped ringing and the answering machine came on: “Tavia, We have to drop some stuff off at the shop but I should be home in about an hour.” He hung up before I could get to the telephone. I stretched and sat down on the couch. I looked at Karen as she began to awaken. She looked up at me shyly.

“Hello,” she said sheepishly.

“Hi,” I said back to her, staring at her body. “I guess we should get it straightened up in here. Devon called a few minutes ago and said that he should be here in about an hour.”

“Okay,” she responded, joining me on the couch.

We were both silent for a minute, both of us afraid of what the other was thinking about the other. I finally mustered up the nerve to speak. “I enjoyed last night… you know….the movies and all..”

“So did I,” she said back to me. After another moment of silence she asked, “What the hell did we watch anyway?”

“It was more like the television watched us,” I said with a laugh. She then laughed with me. Once again, I grew serious. “You don’t regret last night, do you?”

“No,” she said looking me in my eyes. “Do you?” she asked in a small voice.

“No,” I said honestly.

“Do you think that we should tell Devon?” she asked.

“Not yet,” I said. “He will know soon enough.” Changing the subject I asked, “Would you like to take a shower?”

“Yes,” she said as we both rose from the couch. She followed me into the bathroom and stood behind me as I turned the shower on. I let her step into the shower and I closed the curtain behind her.

“You’re not coming in with me?” she asked. I could hear the pout that I knew was on her lips. “I want you in here with me.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I promised standing in front of my sink with a toothbrush in my hand. I couldn’t welcome my fiancé back home with coochie on my breath! After thoroughly brushing my teeth, I eased into the shower behind Karen. She made room for me so that the hot water could run over the both of us. I grabbed my loofa sponge and pour a little bit of raspberry scented body wash onto it. I worked up a lather and proceeded to wash Karen’s body clean, lingering on her ass, breasts, and wonderful cat. She then returned the favor for me.

Still soaped up, we let our bodies glide against one another. I loved the look of her olive, freckled skin against my caramel hued body. I kissed her deeply as I shampooed her hair. She ran her hands over my back and butt, loving the special treatment that I was giving her. I gently rinsed the shampoo from her hair and let the water rinse the rest of the soap from our bodies. For a few minutes, we just enjoyed the feeling of the hot water as we delighted one another with soft kisses.

Finally, we dried each other off and got dressed. I lent her a pair of jeans (that she wore with no panties! Oh my goodness. Just the though….). I also lent her a light sweater to put on so she wouldn’t have to put on the same clothes that now carried the scent of her earlier wetness. We quickly straightened up the house together and popped in the movie that we had missed the night before while we waited for Devon to come home. The telephone rang.

“Hello?”

“Where have you been?” came Devon’s voice. “I called you about an hour ago.”

“Me and Karen just walked in,” I lied.

“Tell K that I said hello.”

I delivered the message. “Hi, Devon,” she yelled loud enough for him to hear. I turned my attention back to my telephone conversation.

“I’m on my way home now” he was saying. “I should be there in a few minutes.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll see you then,” I said be fore I said “I love you. Buh bye.”

I looked up at Karen. She looked like she was in deep thought. “You okay?” I asked her. She shook her head yes. “What’cha thinkin’ about?” I then asked.

“I don’t know if I should tell you because I don’t want you getting mad at me,” she said, and then added, “especially after last night.”

“Girl,” I said with a little exasperation. “Just tell me.”

She looked at me nervously before saying, “I want to fuck your fiancé.”

I sat absolutely still for a minute, letting her confession sink in. “Tavia, escort bayan please don’t be mad-” I silenced her by touching her lips with my fingertip. I had always felt like there was an attraction there. She had just confirmed it. “Is that why you were with me last night? To try to butter me up?”

“No!” she exclaimed. “I’ve wanted to be with the both of you for a long time,” she confessed, looking at me with those beautiful eyes.

“Oh really?” I said, one eyebrow arched upward as I gave her a look that The Rock would have been proud of. “How much do you want us?”

“More than you could possibly know,” she said solemnly as she place her hand on my thigh. She then slid that same hand up to the back of my neck and gently pulled me towards her. We kissed gently at first, then more urgently. Karen moaned as I began to rub her pussy through the jeans that she wore. At the sound of Devon’s horn outside, we broke apart.

I looked at her for a moment before saying, “Anything’s possible.” She gave me a questioning look. I smiled at her as I stood up. “I’m fixing dinner tonight. Be here at eight. Wear something sexy as hell.” Understanding, Karen’s face lit up and she smiled at me. She stood up and gave me a big kiss on the lips and squealed in delight. “Calm down,” I said, trying to hide my excitement. “Let’s go greet Devon.”

We both journeyed outside to meet Devon as he stepped out of his Red Suburban. “Hey baby,” I said, standing on my tiptoes to give him a hug and kiss. “Is everything okay in Memphis now?”

“Yes. Finally,” he replied. He looked over at Karen and smiled. “Hey, K. How are you doing?”

“Very good,” she said with a smile on her face. I smiled inwardly, knowing the reason why she was doing ‘very good’. Karen then looked at the both of us and said, “I’ll see you guys tonight.” “Okay,” I said, waving at her.

Once she got in her car and drove away, Devon asked, “What’s going on tonight?”

” I invited her to dinner tonight,” I answered as we walked into the house. “No dig deal. Are you hungry now?”

“Not really,” Devon answered, going towards the bedroom. I followed him, pulling off my shirt and bra. I then tapped him on his shoulder. He turned around and smiled at me.

“I wasn’t talking about food,” I said as I dropped my bra onto the floor and wrapped my arms around his neck. “But you can definitely eat it.” He then wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me on of those kisses that still made me dizzy. He then pulled down my pants and panties as I also undressed him. I was so horny by then, that I could not wait any longer.

Before he could even step out of his pant that were bunched at his feet, I fell to my knees and grabbed hold of his big, thick, hardening dilly and slowly eased it between my lips. I sucked at him, then ran my tongue across and around the head. He moaned a little and leaned against the wall for support. I sucked at him like he was the last place on earth to find a drink. He played with and pulled on my braids as my head bobbed up and down slowly. I soon began to increase my pace, grabbing his ass as my head bobbed faster and faster on his hard penis.

He urgently tapped on my shoulder, his signal for letting me know that he was about to cum. I had never swallowed before, but after the night that I had just spent with Karen, I felt that I was ready to handle it. I felt his dilly twitch in my mouth just before he exploded into my mouth, his juices flowing into my throat. I continues to suck him dry as he orgasmed in to my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head, basically fucking my mouth as he spazzed. When I was sure that he was done cumming, I stood up and kissed him deeply, letting him taste himself on my tongue.

“Where did that come from?” he asked in amazement as he gripped my ass.

“I just wanted to,” I said meekly, watching him finally step out of the pants that laid in a puddle at his feet. I then made my way to our bed and spread my arms (and legs) for him. He followed me and made himself comfortable between my thighs. As he kissed on my neck, I raised my hips, rubbing my wet sex box against him.

His fingers strayed to the folds covering my swollen clit. He then began to rub it slowly with his fingertip. I sighed and squirmed beneath him, loving his caresses. His tongue then trailed down my stomach then to my inner thigh, making lazy circles, teasing me. “Devon, don’t tease me,” I begged in short breaths. He then obliged me, replacing his fingers at my clit with his mouth. I moaned loudly and bucked my hips towards him, wanting more.

He ran his tongue around and across my sensitive clit, sucking altıparmak escort bayan on it from time to time before pushing his long tongue deep into my dripping wet hole. He pushed his blissful tongue in and out of me as I grabbed his head, his ears, bucking and fucking his face. His tongue went to war on my clit as he slid three fingers in to my drenched pussy, pumping with his hand hard and fast. I fucked his fingers and mouth wildly, feeling pressure build up inside of me.

Wordlessly, he changed locations, taking his juice-drenched fingers out of my cat. He slid up my body and filled my wet pussy with his big, thick, rock-hard dilly, taking powerful strokes as licked my sex juices from his fingers. This seemed to turn him on! He began to fuck me hard and hard. I cried out his name as we shook the headboard on our bed. I met his hard, deep strokes pump for pump. My nails dug into his shoulders. I struggled to hold on to my sanity.

Unable to resist, I somehow managed to flip him over onto his back. I positioned myself over him and slid back onto his beautiful dick. I rotated my hips, grinding into him, sending him even deeper inside of me. I rode him savagely as his fingers dug into my ass cheeks. He lifted and jerked me back onto his dick roughly, driving me crazy. Unable to stop it, I felt my self going over the edge. “I’m cumming!” I yelled, still grinding into him desperately. “I’m cumming, Baby….Oh shit!…….Devon!…” I felt myself begin to weaken, my pussy pulsing and contracted around Devon’s still-hard dilly.

Wanting his second orgasm, Devon lifted me from on top of him and told me to get on all fours. Though I was still recovering from my powerful orgasm, I obeyed him eagerly. He rubbed the head of his dick across my humming clit a few times before slamming back into my cum soaked pussy. I cried out over and over as he pummeled the pussy that he knew was his. I felt that strong twitch as he gripped my shoulders and orgasmed, still punishing my cat from behind. Finally, both thoroughly satisfied and exhausted, we fell fast asleep.

Hours had passed and when I finally opened my eyes, it was 7:15. “Damn,” I muttered, climbing out of the bed and standing on wobbly legs. I went into the bathroom and took an extra hot shower that helped relaxed my muscles. When I dried off, I went into the bedroom and found Devon laying in the bed n his naked glory, smiling at me. I smiled back at him and said, “We have company coming. Go take a shower.” He rose lazily from the bed and gave me a long kiss before he journeyed into the bathroom for his shower.

Knowing that it was way too late to cook, I ordered Chinese food to be delivered. I then dressed in a short skirt with no panties and a very tight low cut sweat with no bra so that my ample breast would be properly displayed for both Devon AND Karen. I then went into the living room and waited for Karen to arrive. Ten minutes before eight, the food arrived. Fifteen minutes later, Karen knocked on the door. I opened the door and my mouth watered at the sight of her in a short red skirt and matching red blouse that exposed the breasts that I fondled with the night before. I wanted to just grab her and kiss her all over but Devon was standing there so I only said “Hey, girl. Come on in.”

As we all got comfortable in the living room with our little paper boxes filled with oriental delights, I explained that I had overslept and didn’t get to cook. As I spoke I noticed that Devon could barely keep his eyes off of Karen. I couldn’t blame him though. She looked good enough to eat! We ate while we watch a Julia Roberts flick.

About an hour or so later, Karen excused herself to go to the bathroom. That was when I decide to get the ball rolling. When I heard the click of the bathroom door, I grabbed the remote control and turn off the television. I then grabbed another remote and turned on the stereo. Sensual music streamed from the speakers as I looked over at Devon. He looked back at me and I licked my lips. Knowing that I was turned on he said, “We have company, Tavia. Behave yourself.”

Like a tigress pouncing upon her prey, I jumped onto his lap, straddling his waist. “What if I don’t want to behave?” I asked sexily, purring into his hear. I felt his dilly begin to rise and I smiled at him. “It looks like you don’t want to behave yourself, baby.”

“Karen is right in the bathroom,” he tried to reason, his hands moving up my skirt as if by there own will. His eyes widened when he discovered that I wore no panties. I then began to lick him on his neck. He groaned a little as I began to gently nilüfer eskort rub my moistening pussy against him. “Tavia, we have company,” he said weakly, now rubbing my ass cheeks.

“Your company wants to join in.”

Devon and I both looked up and found Karen standing next to the couch, completely naked. I smiled and Devon’s eyes grew as big as saucers. Karen made her way over to us and sat right next to us and began to caress the side of Devon’s face. “Do you mind?” she asked seductively. Devon’s eyes darted to me. The look in his eyes was priceless, almost fearful as though he were waiting for me to raise hell or beat the shit out of Karen.

Surprising him more, I reached over to Karen and pulled her face to mine, kissing her deeply for a good while. I could feel his penis become even harder! His hands were digging into my flesh as though he was trying to get a grip with reality. Once Karen and I pulled apart, we both looked at him ans said,”Well?” Amused at the shock on Devon’s face, I then pulled off my shirt, exposing by massive breasts to my two lovers. Karen immediately went for a hardening nipple with her mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. I moaned and Devon looked at the both of us as if we were just figments of his imagination. I then spoke to Karen. “I think he needs a few more minutes to think it over. I think we should start with out him.”

“Do you really thinks so?” she said, licking on my neck.

“Yes,” I replied as the two of us made our way to the carpet. “When he’s ready, he’ll catch up.” We then began to give him a show. Licking and sucking on nipples….long deep kisses as we rubbed our bodies against on another, moaning and saying each others name……rubbing each others wet, hot cats. I looked at Devon and saw him sitting on the couch, unzipping his pants. That was all that I needed. I looked at Karen and said, “I think that he is ready to join in sweetheart.”

“Great,” she almost purred. The both of us then crawled over to him. Karen looked at me and said, “May I have the honor……?”

“By all means, ” I said, smiling at her, “be my guest.” As I pulled Devon’s shirt off of him, Karen took over his pants, pulling them and his underwear off. His dilly sprang upward, actually bobbing for a second and Karen adored the sight of it. I climbed onto the couch and began to tongue kiss my fiancé as Karen began to lick the head of his dick. He groaned into my mouth and I loved it. I then began to lick on his neck and his chest as Karen began to take his fat, hard dilly into her warm wet mouth. For what seemed like forever, Karen and I teased him, bringing him close to the edge, then stopping and switching up.

We then got him onto the floor. By then, he was totally cooperative. We laid him on his back and Karen slowly sat on his throbbing shaft and began to ride him as I sat on his face while deeply kissing her. She cried out as she began to cum and I came tumbling after her. Devon drank all of me as I rode his face. Giving him air to breathe (and taking a breath myself), I got up and went over to the couch and sat down. Karen looked at me with a cute pout on her face. “Tired?” she then teased.

“Just taking a quick breather,” I said, winking at her. “You two can keep playing. I’ll enjoy watching you.”

But Karen wasn’t accepting that. She rose from Devon’s rock hard dilly and crawled over to me. She pulled me closer to the edge of the couch and proceeded to lick my clit gently at first, the harder and firmer. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling for a few moments, moaning her name and grinding my pussy into her mouth. I heard her moan as Devon came up from behind a slid his meaty dick into her sloppily wet pussy. He fucked her from behind slowly at first, then harder, ramming his dick into her pulsating cat. She called his name into my pussy as I fucked her face and Devon fucked her punani. I grabbed her head as Devon held her hips as he pumped her.

Half an hour later we were all on the floor. I laid on my back, licking Karen’s pussy furiously as she sucked Devon’s dick. I rubbed my clit like a maniac as Karen rubbed her pussy across my mouth. I felt like I was about to explode and I didn’t want to stop it either! I was the first to cum then. Karen came tumbling after me, bucking against my face madly. I drank it all and loved ever drop. Devon finally orgasmed, shooting his juices into Karen’s throat and she sucked at him greedily.

Much later, we all crawled into our bed. “What did I do to deserve this?” Devon asked, half asleep. He yawned and closed his eyes.

“I’ll tell you the whole story tomorrow, baby.” Karen laid behind be with her arm draped over my hip as she gently massaged my well-worked cat.

“Thank you,” she whispered into my ear sweetly.

“No, ” I said. “Thank YOU.”

Thanks to Karen, Both Devon’s and my fantasies had been fulfilled. Did we ever do it again, you ask?

Wouldn’t you like to know…

If you’ve read “The Nude Triptych”, you will recall that I left Kath’s gorgeous house with the promise that, next time I visited her, she would let me see inside her secret room. For days I was consumed with curiosity about it and could hardly wait before going around to see her again, but I knew I’d have to wait until Roger was away for a day or so; Kath is always so thrilled when I stay overnight.

My patience was stretched almost to breaking point for nearly two weeks before Roger announced one morning as he was opening his mail that he would have to spend some time with a new customer who owned a large hotel on the North Devon coast. Free accommodation was offered him during his stay so he asked if I would like to go as well, but I reminded him of my promise to Kath and he was his usual understanding self.

I phoned Kath to let her know that I would be arriving in two days’ time and I also reminded her of her promise about the room. She laughed effusively. “Yes, I remember what I promised,” she said. “I’ll make certain that everything is on display by the time you arrive.”

On display? What did she mean? What on earth could be in that room if it was to be put on display? This fuelled my curiosity even more and the short wait until Roger’s departure seemed endless.

On the way to Kath’s house I started thinking about how good and generous she had been to me and how lonely she seemed. It was understandable living in that great big house on her own. Usually I was on the receiving end of Kath’s love, which, I have to admit, always thrilled me and it always seemed to give her enormous pleasure too. But I made up my mind that, if the opportunity presented itself during my visit, she would be on the receiving end of my love this time.

Now Kath isn’t the sort of woman who phones up and says, “Drop everything and come on over”. She’s more likely to say, “Come on over and drop everything.” In other words, when I arrive it’s usually not very long before I shed all my clothes – and usually my inhibitions as well. If my plan was going to succeed I’d have to keep my clothes on – at least for a while.

Although she’s older than I, I find Kath very sexy and seductive. With her good looks, firm body and those bedroom eyes she would make a good life model, but so far I haven’t had the courage to ask her to pose for me.

She often tells me she prefers me in next to nothing or preferably nothing at all, so all I was wearing for my visit was a pair of panties, a short blouse with bare midriff, a miniskirt and a pair of high heels. I carried my small handbag containing all the usual girlie things and my toothbrush.

As I approached the front door I undid two more buttons on my blouse displaying my cleavage in a rather obvious way which I knew would appeal to Kath. She smiled as she opened the door wearing a long dark gown almost brushing the floor. As soon as I was inside she flung both arms around me, drew me close and planted a sexy grade A1 star kiss right on my mouth. Then she put her cheek close to mine and still held me as her hands easily slid up my bare back underneath my blouse.

“Mmmmm It’s good to see you again darling,” she said in a semi-whisper. “You smell so good too. I really have missed you.”

“Missed you too,” I replied as I drew back my head and looked into her happy face, our noses almost touching.

As I placed rapid tender kisses on her mouth, her hands slid slowly around me to hold my breasts and fondle my nipples beneath my blouse. Then her hands dropped to my waist and she smiled a broad smile.

“And now, I suppose you are going to keep me to my promise about showing you my very special room.”

“Well, you did say…” I began.

“Yes, I know,” she cut in. “And I fully intend to keep my promise. But… are you ready for this? There are things in that room that you’ll never have seen before. Do you have the courage to enter?”

She said all this in a mock heroic tone which made me slightly apprehensive about what exactly I was going to see. Then she smiled to reassure me. “Come with me!” And she held out her hand.

First of all she led me to her study. She briefly entered and came out carrying the largest rusty key I have ever seen. She held it up in front of me and in her mock dramatic voice said “This is the key which will unlock all my secrets!”

She put her arm around my waist and hurried me down the corridor where we eventually reached the black door inset into the wall. I noticed that, although the door was not much larger than a normal door, it had huge black iron hinges on it.

Kath inserted the key and turned the lock. There was a loud click as it opened. Then she lifted the black latch with a clang and opened the door. As she did so the hinges squeaked and groaned like castle doors always seem to in TV dramas. It was all very scary and even with the door fully open I couldn’t see a thing. Kath took hold of my hand and swiftly pulled me inside. Then she slammed the door görükle escort bayan shut behind us with a dreadful clang.

It was pitch black and I could see nothing. Then I heard a rustling from the far side of the room followed by a faint giggle and finally a loud hideous laugh which nearly made me jump out of my skin. I threw my arms around Kath and clung to her.

“Wh…wh…what was that?” I asked.

She answered by switching on a dim light, and a truly amazing sight met my eyes. The whole room had been turned into a dungeon. It was obvious that the stonework was painted, but in the subdued lighting it looked real.

By now I had regained my composure and took my arms from around Kath. “Oh! And I was enjoying having you clinging to me, ” she laughed. Then she flicked another switch and two powerful lights lit up the whole room.

Becoming braver with the lights on, I took a step forward and gazed all around me in wonder at the decor. “Gosh Kath. This is truly amazing. What’s in here altogether?”

“Have a look at this,” she said and took me back a step to a box just inside the door. It was filled with buttons and switches. “Remember the laugh you heard?” she said. She flicked a small switch and the laugh boomed out once more. I still jumped but not quite as much as the first time.

She pressed buttons and operated a slide to control the volume as we heard screams and groans and all manner of unearthly sounds. She even made the sound of the creaking hinges once more, even with the door shut. Another button produced music, and she flicked through a few seconds of various tracks.

I could see that all around the walls were hooks of all kinds, some fastened to ancient-looking beams. There was a wooden rack used in ancient times for stretching people, there were stocks for putting feet in and a pillory for putting someone’s head and hands through. There were several ancient- looking wooden chests with iron studs and an old cupboard with an ill-fitting door and a hinge missing. There was an assortment of blocks of wood of varying size and an amazing selection of ropes and chains draped all over the place. Some were over a wooden pony – used especially on women. I knew what that was for and I instinctively closed my legs more.

Almost in the centre of the room was a large frame with hooks all around it, bars across the middle and handles and wheels at the side. It was mounted on a wooden platform and I could just see castors underneath.

It looked like some sort of torture frame and I went towards it with something approaching awe. “What on earth is this thing Kath?” I asked.

“Ah yes. Now that’s…” She was interrupted by the ringing of a telephone some distance away. “Oh, I’m expecting a call from my financial advisor. That might be him. I’ll be as quick as I can. Meanwhile have a look around. Nothing’s locked by the way. Help yourself.”

As she turned to go out I spun around and yelled, “Oh, Kath! Please don’t shut the door will you?”

She laughed out loud. “Of course not darling. You don’t think I’d lock you in my dungeon do you? I love you far too much to do that.”

I stopped in my tracks. That was the first time that Kath had said she loved me. Deep down I suppose I knew she did, just as I loved her. But words add an extra dimension to thoughts don’t they?

Kath had told me to help myself so I decided to do just that. The large, formidable machine in the centre of the room intrigued me so I went over to have a closer look. Viewing the structure, it was obvious that it was designed to keep a person in bondage as there were wrist manacles, restraints for ankles and neck and the centre bars could be moved forwards or backwards to push on parts of the body.

I examined the levers and wheels at the sides. These were rather more complicated but I eventually found that it was possible to spin the whole frame either forwards or backwards and to hold it in any position. It was certainly versatile.

I stood on the two small foot platforms and held up my arms towards the manacles. Mmmm. A person would certainly be spread out on that contraption. Then I thought about my plans for Kath. I wondered whether I could somehow persuade her to get on this machine. It would be worth a try.

I then decided to investigate the contents ofthe chests and the cupboard. The first of the chests was quite large. There was a piece of paper taped to the domed lid with the initials FM on it. I opened it and looked inside. A series of iron rods and small metal boxes met my enquiring gaze. At first I couldn’t make out what they were. Then I moved one of the boxes. Underneath was another rod and, fixed to the end, was a flesh coloured vibrator. My mind worked overtime. I had another quick look at the paper on the lid: “FM”. Of course! This was a chest full of fucking machines. Wow!! So that was how Kath spent some of her time. Again my mind boggled. I use a vibrator regularly but never one fixed altıparmak eskort to a machine. I wondered whether Kath would let me try one. But then I thought, no machine could ever be as good as Roger.

A smaller chest close by held an assortment of vibrators, dildos – single and double – and some padlocks with keys in them.

The ancient-looking cupboard was next. I tugged open the door and revealed an assortment of costumes in silk, leather, hessian and various other materials, all hanging on a rod. A shelf above held several helmets in varying designs.

I moved some of the hangings and there, in the corner, partly hidden was an old cavalry sword. I took it out. It was fairly heavy but I managed to swish it about above my head. I ran my finger carefully along the blade. It was blunt. I swung the blade onto the palm of my hand. It was very blunt. I don’t think that sword would have cut red hot butter.

The metal had a subdued sheen and I ran the blade up and down inside my closed hand. Mmmmm! It was quite a nice sensation!

I suddenly remembered the sword dancing I did as part of a drama course in art college, and a plot began to emerge in my mind. I sat down on one of the chests and my imagination engaged top gear as I planned what I would do with Kath when she returned.

If I could find some suitable music the effect would be even greater. I quickly went over to the box near the door. I ran my eye down the music menu. Yes! Ravel’s Bolero. Just the thing! An enormous climax at the end. If I perfomed to the music, I’d know exactly when it was coming. Kath would come too. Yes, she’d have the best orgasm she’d ever known.

I heard her steps echoing in the passageway outside. I just sauntered over to the large machine in the centre. Somehow I had to get Kath tied to it so she couldn’t move.

She entered smiling broadly. “Well, Mel. What do you think of my dungeon and all its accessories?”

“Fascinating! Absolutely fascinating! It must have taken a while to assemble this lot.”

“Not really. A few hours browsing the internet and I had ordered most of it, including the paint for the stonework. That arrived with a little book of instructions. I did the painting myself. Do you like my handiwork?”

“Very much,” I replied. “I was thinking just how realistic it all looks.”

I stepped up casually onto the platform of the large machine. “What’s this thing for?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s a rather complicated bondage machine. You can tie someone to it and then get their body in any position you wish: upright, upside down, flat on their back or on their front.”

She moved to the side of the machine and demonstrated how the levers and wheels worked to move the central frame. She also demonstrated that the foot rests could be moved closer together or further apart.

I made my first move. “How would a person be positioned on it?” I asked innocently.

Kath pulled up her robe and stepped onto the foot rests. “Those metal bands would be clamped around their ankles so they were kept inside the frame.”

I knelt down to look. “Oh, yes. I see. They fit around like this.” I snapped both bands around her ankles.

“That’s it.” She pulled up her robe again to let me see. “Just a minute. Let me take this thing off so you can see better.”

She took off her dark robe and underneath the only thing she was wearing was a pink, halter-neck, side-tie bikini. Perfect! I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“I was doing a spot of sunbathing in the garden just before you came so I put the robe on just to cover me,” Kath explained.

She spread her hands out sideways. “These manacles are for the wrists,” she said. I instantly snapped them around her wrists. I had her exactly where I wanted her. Now she was unable to move out of the frame until I released her.

I stepped back to the end of the platform and stood looking at her, smiling, with my arms akimbo. “D’you know, Kath, you look unbelievably sexy fastened there in that tiny bikini.”

She returned my smile as she said, almost shyly, “Flatterer! You’re being very generous.”

I walked slowly towards her as my smile disappeared. “Oh no! I’m not flattering you, darling. I really mean it.” I slipped my arms around her and our bodies touched. “I just love your figure and your silky smooth skin. That pink bikini really shows it off.” I stood on the wide beam near my feet and ran my fingers lightly up and down her bare back. I kissed her, my tongue briefly penetrating her lips; just enough to tantalise her.

“Oh Mel!” she muttered softly. I could see her taught arms muscles pulling at her retsraints, but of course she couldn’t move.

My hands wandered up her back to her neck seeking the ends of the cord tied in a bow. I pulled it and the cord dropped down. I found the end of the cord at her back and pulled that too. Her bikini top dropped onto the platform floor. I flicked it off with my nilüfer escort foot.

I kissed her breast in ever diminishing circles as I held the other in my hand and pressed her nipple between my fingers. My searching lips eventually found her nipple and I sucked it into my mouth where it grew hard and erect.

Then I lowered my hands down to her waist and flicked my fingers down over her hips and up again to her waist. I took hold of the ends of both cords and pulled the bows undone. A quick flick to the side and Kath was naked, in bondage, right before me.

My hands wandered all over her smooth skin and when my hand curved between her legs, I noticed she was shaved. Oooooh! I liked that. It invited attention from my mouth. As I knelt down in front of her I noticed that she was considerably aroused with open lips moist with juice. I nibbled her erect clitoris and she moaned even louder. Her thigh muscles tensed as she tried to stand on her toes. Her body language and her murmurings told me she was enjoying herself. But I’d only just started.

I stood up again and nibbled her ear lobes. “Do you like honey, my love?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “Why do you ask?”

“I want us to have a really sweet time together,” I murmured close in her ear. Kath told me where to find the honey and I ran up to the kitchen. I swiftly took out a small saucer and the jar of honey and poured out a pool onto the saucer. I hurried back to the dungeon.

I placed the saucer on the beam which ran the width of the machine in front of the frame, and went over to the door. I chose the music and pressed the play button. The quiet strains of Ravel’s Bolero filled the room. I turned down the volume; I knew what was to follow.

I slowly started to do my sword dance swinging it around my head and performing cutting movements to both sides. Then I advanced towards the naked and helpless Kath and in a threatening manner lunged with the sword towards her. A series of little steps on my toes took me close enough to stroke her body with the blade. I started at her ankle and described little circles around her ankle bone. Slowly I brought up the tip of the blade inside her tensed calf muscles. When I reached her knee I made little circles before continuing up the inside of her thigh until the blade rested on the base of her vagina. I turned the blade upright and slid the tip up and down between her open lips.

Kath was turning redder by the second and her mouth was open gasping in air as she groaned with pleasure. With the music getting slightly louder I wanted to heighten her arousal so I dipped the tip of the sword blade in the saucer of honey and advanced towards Kath. Slowly I placed the tip of the sword on her nipples and worked the sticky honey all around them. In response, Kath let out a long Aaaaaah!

I put down the sword, stepped on the beam in front of her, and threw both arms around her as I took each nipple into my mouth with considerable fervour and sucked the honey, finishing off the last morsels by licking them with my tongue. I could clearly feel Kath’s responsive body tensing with pleasure.

Leaving the sword where it was I moved back to the end of the platform and gyrated my body with sexy movements I knew Kath loved. Then I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse leaving it open so that she could see I had no bra on underneath. I turned with my back towards her and slowly slid the blouse off my shoulders and down my back. I was doing a straight striptease and wanted to seduce her, so I looked over my shoulder at her and winked.

I held the blouse over my breasts as I turned around, slipped my curling tongue out through the corner of my mouth and then, with a sudden movement I flung my blouse aside onto the floor. “Oooooooh! Mel! I want you!” Kath’s shout echoed around the bare walls.

I took one step towards her and undid the zip of my mini-skirt. With the waistband loose, I spun it around my waist first one way then the other in a tantalising fashion. I then just let go and it fell around my ankles. A flick with a shoe and it joined my blouse.

Approaching within inches of Kath’s naked body I gyrated and swung my hard-nippled breasts from side to side as the music grew more intense. Her eyes were focused greedily on my nipples which I knew she was straining to get at. Her mouth was open and she kept licking her lips.

I turned my back on her again and stepped away as I lowered my lace-edged panties. I pushed them down over my butt and then pulled them up again as I turned around. I spread my legs as wide as possible and ran my hand down inside my panties and between my vagina lips which were, by now, soaking wet.

With one swift move I took down my panties and threw them on the floor, followed seconds later by my shoes. I was totally naked and aroused with Kath way ahead of me.

I took up the sword again and continued to dance, this time naked, flinging the sword in all directions and above my head.

Then, as the music reached a new surge I dipped the tip of the blade into the honey once more and, as I danced close to Kath I smeared the sweetness all over my nipples and worked it around in circles. I could see Kath’s reddening face beginning to sweat and the veins on her forehad were standing out.

I moved to Las Vegas to be a showgirl. I’d been dancing for a couple of years, mostly in Los Angeles, and I figured this would be a step up for me. It was a more mainstream show in one of the big casinos, but it was erotic, and I loved the work, and welcomed the opportunity to put my dancing skills to good use. It didn’t hurt that I was into girls, and enjoyed writhing around with them, half-naked, in a hot show. But I was lonely, I missed my girls in Los Angeles, and it isn’t easy for a pretty blonde twenty-seven year-old, especially one that is 5’8″, 120 lbs. and C Cups to meet an honest person in this town. Many people tried to take advantage of me those first few months, so I chose my friends carefully. One became my best friend and lover.

Her name was Sera. She was about my height, with long black hair and bangs. She was a “mutt”–her father was German and Dutch and her mother was Japanese. She had a beautiful dancer’s body, long muscular legs and a flexible torso, and the roundest pertest breasts that I’d ever seen. And she had beautiful pale skin, which complimented her mysterious features. She was a lead dancer in the show and it was a turn-on to perform with her. I think she knew right off that we would end up together; she had a thing for “tall WASPY blondes,” she said and we flirted a lot those first few weeks, while becoming really good friends.

She had a condo just down the road from my apartment and we shared a lot of down-time together. She was also a centerfold, appearing in magazines and web sites. I spent many hours looking at her beautiful body in hot poses, alone and with other beautiful women. When I met her she’d just gotten back from a stay in Europe. Even though she had a mouth like a sailor, she was more delicate and cultured than the women I was used to performing with, and I often wondered how she got into the life. But I was shy around her and didn’t want to ask personal görükle escort questions. I wanted to learn from her and that’s exactly what I did.

The first time we had sex was after a grueling rehearsal. Sera invited me out for some cocktails “away from the girls,” and ended up at an intimate lounge right off the strip. Immediately talk turned to sex, especially her adventures in Europe. She’d done a shoot with some Czech girls and things quickly got out of hand. “They liked to have fun,” she said. “They took me out clubbing where we made out with other beautiful girls and then they took me home and practically raped me.”

“Sounds fun,” I said.

“They were very oral; they liked to kiss and they love to eat pussy. I must’ve came ten times that night. They couldn’t get enough of me.”

I blushed and she patted me on the knee and laughed.

“I’m sure you’ve had some wild times yourself,” she said.

“A few,” I said.

I told her about a pair of twins that I met at a club I was working at. After working there for a month I began sleeping with both of them without the other knowing about it. And each though that the other one was straight. Sera seemed fascinated and asked me all sorts of questions, which made us both laugh. Soon laughing led to kissing, and finally, after a couple more drinks, we drove back to my place to have sex.

First we took a shower together, Sera massaged my back and soaped up my pussy and asshole and I did the same to her. We rubbed our bodies against each other and touched each other’s pussies. Then Sera turned me around and made me lean against the wall of the shower with my hands. I bent down and spread my legs and she slowly began to lick my ass crack, gliding her tongue slowly over the folds of my asshole, licking gently and then harder as I moaned with pleasure. I played with my pussy as she licked, spreading my ass cheeks wider eskort bayan with her hands and fucking my asshole with her tongue. Then I fucked my pussy with my fingers and came violently as she kept on licking. Then she took me in her arms and we held each other for a few moments as the water came down on us, washing away our fuck juices as we kissed and caressed. Then we dried off and I led Sera to my bedroom. I had told her about how much I loved using my strap-on on girls and she was ready.

“I want some dick,” she said.

I pulled out my strap on and dildo and turned and looked at her. She was lying on my bed expectantly, with her legs spread, caressing her perfect tits, smiling at me as she played with her pussy. Her skin was glistening and I could see her abs rippling as she writhed on the bed, her perfect feet pointing in my direction. Her whole body seemed to be waiting for me, wanting me, craving me. I couldn’t wait to have my way with this beautiful creature. I wanted to fuck her from every position possible and lick every inch of her smoking body. I put my cock on the harness and spread some lube around it and walked slowly to the bed. She patted the spot next to her and I lay down. We began kissing and she played with my cock, taking the lube from me and spreading it around the tip and shaft and then pouring some on herself and rubbing it around and inside her pussy.

“I haven’t been fucked in a long time,” she said.

“The wait is over,” I said.

“Be gentle,” she said. We looked at each other and laughed and then I got on top of her and we kissed. I glided my cock between her tits and then she took it on her hand and began to lick the tip of it.”

“I don’t want you to hold back,” she said.

“I won’t, you don’t even know,” I said.

“If this isn’t the best fuck of my life, I’ll very disappointed.”

“You won’t.”

She altıparmak escort let go of my cock and slowly guided it down to her dripping slit. I swirled it around her pussy lips and she gasped, then I rubbed it against her clit and she closed her eyes and her head fell back against the pillow. Then she spread her legs even wider and grabbed my ass with both hands.

“Stop teasing, baby,” she said. “Just fuck me.”

“I will.”

Her big brown eyes widened.

“I want you inside me.”

I entered her and she moaned. I went deeper and began to fuck her with my cock. Her face contorted as she moved to my rhythm, wrapping her powerful legs around mine and letting me go deeper and harder into her.

“Feels good baby,” she said. “It really has been a long time.”

A gave her a look and she smiled her face in total ecstasy with each thrust of my cock. She put her arms around me and held me as I fucked her, kissing my face and neck, as we pressed our tits together and fucked. I pushed myself up and fucked her harder as she watched me, baring her teeth and pulling me down toward her, taking my tits into her mouth and sucking me. Then we changed positions. She turned around and grabbed my cock and led it into her dripping pussy, burying her head into the pillow as I fucked her from behind. She cried out as she got close and then there was no holding back as she came, her whole body contorting from under me as she rode my cock to orgasm. I lay on top of her, still inside her as she contracted around my cock, then I slipped my cock out of her pussy and fell down on the bed.

When we awoke, she said that she had to leave. I didn’t want her to go, but she said that we both had to get up early for another grueling rehearsal. I watched her get dressed and walked her to the door and we kissed. “We have Monday off,” she said. “Are you free?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“You’ll come over won’t you,” she asked, girlishly.

“Of course I will.”

“And bring your cock.”

“I won’t forget.”

“Bye, Babe.”

She kissed me full on the lips and left, smiling at me as I closed the door behind her. I couldn’t wait to see what she had in store for us.