From: Olivia 5:00 p.m. “Can I come pick up my jacket?”

The phone screen illuminated with the text message while I was sitting in bed with my back against the wall. After reading it, my head thunked backwards into the concrete. Thankfully my roommate Robin had already gone home for winter break or she may have been concerned at not only the possible bruise forming but how messy the dorm room had gotten in her absence. The evidence of my failed attempts at distraction had crept onto her side. A half-finished page out of a stress relief coloring book lay discarded in the valley between the beds, which were against opposite walls. A book with a receipt stuck in the first chapter laid on her desk, the same standard issue fake wood one that was at the foot of my bed, slightly blocking the view of the door.

Not pictured, the dozen or so deleted texts that never got sent to Olivia.

Hooking up with your best friend was ill-advised in the best situations. There’s the messiness of what that will do to your relationship, to your friend group as a whole. But hooking up in the university library when anyone could have walked by then accidentally stealing her leather jacket in your hasty attempt to retreat was doubly rash.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

From: Sarah 5:04 p.m. “Sure, when?”

From: Olivia 5:05 p.m. “Now? I’m in the lobby”

From: Sarah 5:05 p.m. “Sure, I’ll come get you”

Guests weren’t allowed to wander the dorms on their own. Even if they lived in the building, they still needed to be escorted by someone who lived on the floor. While our RA had explained it was for safety reasons, I considered running the risk. Right now, the thought of riding in the elevator from the lobby to the sixth floor and back down again made my stomach knot. But we’d both get written up if anyone caught Olivia roaming the halls. Plus the adult thing to do was to suck it up and get it over with. The whole interaction didn’t need to last more than five minutes.

When I stepped off the elevator, she was already waiting for me. She was wearing one of my favorite shirts. It was a faded cream colored Dr. Pepper t-shirt over black jeans. The first time she’d worn it, I’d joked that I thought she wasn’t allowed to wear colors. She’d just smiled and put my hand on her shirt, explaining kuşadası escort the only reason she wore it was because it was so soft. Since then, I always liked seeing her in it. Until now. Now it was just a reminder of how different things were. That comfortability gone.

I held the doors open and she stepped into the elevator with me. It was the end of the semester, so many people had gone home. It wasn’t uncommon to be the only person in the elevator or go hours without seeing anyone else other than the front desk clerks.

I leaned back against the metal rail, eyes fixed on the climbing numbers. Conversation topics wouldn’t come. Or, rather, no appropriate topics. It felt wrong to ask about vacation plans when the elephant in the room clearly exceeded the weight limit posted near the emergency button.

The ding of arrival saved me from further internal torture. We made our way to my room and I avoided eye contact until the door shut behind us.

“Thanks for letting me borrow your jacket.” She just looked so normal. Like nothing happened. Her hands were in her pockets and she surveyed the slight mess with a soft smile. One that made my stomach unknot just a bit.

“Any time.” Her smile was directed at me now, taking in my face before traveling lower. I could feel her gaze move down my body because it left electricity in its wake. Looking for a distraction, my eyes landed on her jacket resting on my desk. I picked it up and held it out. She took her hands out of her pockets but didn’t take the jacket. Instead, she pulled out a chair from Robin’s desk and took a seat.

“Can we talk about yesterday? I don’t want to leave things like this over break and I’m sure you don’t either.”

I sighed before setting the jacket down and pulling out my own chair.

“Look, I like you a lot. You’re my best friend. Yesterday was-” For once, Olivia was at a loss for words. Which was impressive because this was the girl that went on a half an hour rant about the fries in the dining halls.

Because she doesn’t know how to let me down gently. She knows this was a mistake and she wants to go back to being friends without hurting my feelings.

“Yesterday was a lot.” I finished for her. She nodded gratefully so I soldiered kocaeli escort on, determined to make this as painless as possible. At least for one of us. “You don’t have to explain, we can just forget about it and pretend it never happened.”

Her brow furrowed.

“Is that what you want?” This wasn’t making any sense. I was giving her an easy out. Why wasn’t she taking it? Could she possibly want a repeat as badly as I did?

After leaving the library, the rest of the day was an exercise in self-induced amnesia. I tried to forget that anything happened. And it was going pretty well. By the time I went to bed, the math problems were finished, a fresh load of laundry was ready to be put away in the morning, and the dust bunnies had been vanquished. But laying in bed with nothing to do but fall asleep, that’s when the memories came back. It was like I was watching from a security camera. I saw myself grinding down on her knee, then her fingers. Olivia grinned as she whispered dirty nothings.

“Isn’t that what you want?”

Now, sitting across from me once more, Olivia shook her head.

“What I want is to kiss you again.” The heat from yesterday rekindled. Her hooded eyes dropped to my mouth, which was slightly opened in surprise. I couldn’t help biting my lower lip as I processed her admission. This drew a strained sound from across the room. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Yes.” The words felt heavy as they landed. They weren’t just an admission of lust, but of the constant ache. To touch and be touched back.

“Then get over here.” The command was low and gravely. I stood and cautiously approached. She met me halfway, hands cupping my face once more. The touch was gentle. More so than I expected judging by the way she licked her lips in anticipation. My hands rested in the crooks of her arms and she slowly brushed her lips over mine once, twice, three times before touching down. Yesterday was too frenzied to process in the moment. With this newfound privacy, I leisurely kisses back, enjoying when soft lips met mine. Feeling my lip gloss glue us together. If yesterday was hot, this was a slow simmer. We broke apart to catch our breath.

“How was that?”

“Good.” Now it was my turn to smile. “But I think we can make it better.”

She konya escort cocked an eyebrow that said I was welcome to try. Feeling bolder in the face of a challenge, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing a plain black bra. The smile slid off her face.

“Holy shit.” I was drunk on power off of her reaction. I felt hot and sexy. So I let my hands wander up to cup my breasts. The material is soft from years of use.

“Were these what you were playing with yesterday?”

“Yes.”

“You want to play with them again?” She nods, watching my fingers squeeze, obviously wishing her hands were in my place. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want to bury by face in your tits.” There is no hesitation. The reply is immediate.

“And what else?” With one tug, my sweatpants fall to the floor, revealing lacey yellow panties. The ones reserved for laundry day when all the comfy pairs are dirty. They’re a little too small, so they’re wedged between my ass cheeks.

“I want you to lay back on the bed so I can pull your cute underwear to the side and taste you.” Olivia playfully shoved me onto the bed. The cold comforter gave me goosebumps and I could feel my nipples peak. Instead of joining, she tugs me to the edge before sinking to her knees. There was no way we both would’ve fit on the tiny twin bed. But I’d been willing to try. Maybe later. Nails rake down the outside of my thighs. Her tongue charting new territory on my inner thighs, climbing higher. Alternating between kissing and sucking. Even a bite every once in a while. When the trail leads to the main attraction, I’m almost embarrassingly wet. That feeling is swiftly kicked to the side when her tongue dives straight for my button.

“Oh fuck.”

“That’s it baby, let me make you feel good.” Despite the encouragement, the feeling was too intense. I tried to squirm away, but she pressed another kiss to my inner thigh, keeping her lips in place as she whispered “You’re okay. Let me try something.” She stuck two fingers in and fuck that is so much better. The dual sensations more bearable than the one alone. “Better?”

Keening is the only answer but that must have been enough. Because the finger fucking resumed. I’m sweating despite the cold room. It’s all so intense. New. Sure I’d had sex before but not like this. Not with her.

“I-I’m- please don’t stop, I need-” Each sentence crash lands in a field of lust.

“Come for me.” The command rang out in the room. Followed by a smack to the side of my ass. And my orgasm bore down on me. I wrung the sheets and I let loose a scream.

The next day, Mom told me that she was going to go and help her cousin move into her new house. She said not to expect her home for dinner, and she might possibly stay overnight if it got too late and come home tomorrow morning.

Mom left early in the morning, and at Noon, I decided to see if I could hook up with my friends, and see if we could get that beach outing going again. Just before I could text them, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello Audrey, this is your Mom’s neighbor, Miranda. You know me, the way you’ve been watching me and your Mom make sweet, delicious love.”

I gasped, my heart started to pound.

“I know that your Mom, my lover, is away for the day. Remember what I mouthed to you, ‘like mother like daughter?’ Considering that you kept watching, I am sure you want me, don’t you? I like the kinky nature, doing the Mom then doing the daughter.”

I felt my cunt warming up quickly, and I whispered, “Yes, oh yes.”

Her voice was a warm caress, as she purred, “And I also mouthed the word ‘soon,’ that time has arrived. Come next door, I’ll be waiting for you!”

I scurried next door, and a very aroused, very naked Miranda awaited me at the door. When I stepped inside, she quickly had me disrobed.

She paused, and purred, “Let me look.”

Her eyes moved all over my body, it was like a physical touch. She ran her eyes over my 5′ 8″ drinking in the rise of my 36C boobs, the swell of my hips, the curve of my waist, the slight swelling of my tummy.

“Mmmm, I love that tummy swell, so damn sexy!”

Her eyes went down, she smiled as she saw my totally waxed pussy, the tight pink slot visible.

Miranda cooed, “Mmmm, looks delicious, I like to see what’s I’m going to be eating.”

She went behind me, and her hands gently cupped my ass cheeks.

“Mmmmm, so nice and round, just the right amount of fullness.”

The feel of having my cheeks caressed drove my heat up. I felt the warmth, my nipples were erect and hard, my pussy mersin escort was getting seriously wet and hot.

Miranda stepped out from behind me, smiled, took my hand, and led the way to her bedroom.

At the bed, she purred, “On the bed, hands, and knees. Time to taste all your sweet holes.”

I was trembling from anticipation, I felt my cheeks being pulled apart, MMMMMM, Miranda’s hot wet tongue ran along the tight rim, I let out loud moans as her mouth started to work over my ass, her tongue pressing against my starfish.

Miranda was pleased to discover that I love analingus as much as she and my Mom did, and she ate my ass exquisitely, it felt so fucking amazing.

“Shove a finger up my ass, finger bang my tight pucker!” I gasped.

“Turn over sweetie, so I can lick your sweet cunt at the same time!”

I did so and saw the large mirror above us. My lust rocketed, seeing the mirror image of myself, the sex-hungry, wanton daughter, totally naked, legs spread wide, with Miranda, my Mom’s lover, just as naked, between my thighs, eagerly licking and lapping at my sweet pussy.

Miranda paused, just long enough to purr, “Mmmm, you taste so nice, as sweet as your Mom.”

Lowering her mouth back down, Miranda to work, I felt her finger worm into my tight asshole, and the sounds of hot licking and slurping rose. Cradling Miranda’s head against my pussy, I was letting out gasps and moans of pleasure, watching the mirror image of myself in heat.

The sounds of my groans and cries of pleasure increased, I knew that I was quickly approaching the brink. My breasts were heaving up and down, my body tensing up, reaching for my orgasm.

I gasped, “Oh fuck, gonna make me do it, you sexy cunt licker, yes, yes, EEEEEEEEE!”

My shriek filled the bedroom, and a rush of juices poured out, giving Miranda a hot juicy facial. After Miranda had licked the last spasm from my juicy heat, she slithered up my body, coming face to face, muğla escort our mouths clung to each other, and I was getting a rich taste of my own pussy. We lay back, floating on the afterglow.

“Now let me show you how your Mom, my lezzie lover likes to let me use her. Pull your legs up and spread it wide.”

I felt Miranda’s hands grab my ass cheeks and pull them apart. The hot wet licking at the rim, oh fuck, that felt beyond fantastic. My moans, gasps, and cries of pleasure rose up as Miranda licked at my asshole, probing with her tongue and bringing a finger into play.

Watching the mirror reflection of Miranda working on me, and my facial expression of bliss, was insanely hot. Miranda lifted her face away, smiling as she reached for the stainless steel jewel butt plug. The jewel was a purple-colored heart, she nudged it against my asshole and started to slowly push.

“Let it in sweetie, open your ass to the plug.”

I relaxed as much as I was able, the filling of her asshole stretching wider, I felt the resistance, the maximum stretch, then one last push, my resistance turned to acceptance, I let out a loud gasp as the plug was buried to the base. I felt stretched out, stuffed but also felt incredibly turned on. My pussy was already getting juicy and wet again.

“Now that you are stuffed, I will join you, mmmm, I love getting plugged, then time for the rubdown.”

I watched in the mirror as Miranda took to her hands and knees, poising a buttplug against her ass, then her loud growl of pleasure as she drove it in with one hard thrust. I felt her hands roll me over, belly down on the rumpled sheets of her bed. Miranda then straddled her, placing a knee on each side of my legs, as she lowered herself down until her hips were pressing down against me, I felt the warmth of her sex against my ass. When Miranda pressed down a bit more, I could clearly feel the outline of her snatch against my ass cheeks. Just like myself, Miranda was nevşehir escort free of pubic hair, there was nothing in the way of that hot, sexy pressing.

With no hair to block the heat of Miranda’s hot cunt pressed against my naked ass, I could feel the hot, wet excitement of Miranda’s cunt, my lust powering back up as I shivered with excitement. I felt Miranda stretch out over me, the bare breasts, the stiff nipples digging into my back, as Miranda kept gripping my hips, molding my body tight against my back.

“Now, Just like you Mom does, play with your sweet cunt, make yourself cum while I rub my body all over your back!”

That sent a rush through me, seeing in my mind’s eyes, my Mom on her belly, while Miranda rubbed against her nude backside. I could feel Miranda start to move, rubbing her body all over my naked backside. The hot nude body pressed against me over and over, her soft, delicious cries of passion were like music to my ears. I buried my hand in my cunt, my fingers probing the wet heat, rubbing my juices all over my clit, trying my best to drag it out. I was imitating the undulations that Miranda was making, pushing up against the thrust of Miranda’s naked body to meet the thrusts with the arching of my back.

I could feel the juices of Miranda’s pussy dripping onto my ass, starting to flow like a river downwards. I could feel her breathing get choppy, hearing Miranda’s ah-ah-ah-ah sounds as her orgasm closed in. The rubbing of Miranda’s naked flesh against me, the dripping of her juices, they started to run down around my butt plug, my pussy lips, I was balanced on the edge, and when Miranda’s juices flowed over my throbbing clit, that took me.

I raised my head and let out a loud howl of orgasm as my body started to shake wildly, I could feel my asshole pulsing around the jewel butt plug, Miranda writhing against me, pressing down hard.

“Cum Miranda, cum hard, cum all over me!” I grunted.

Miranda let out a long, loud moan, squeezing the entire length of her back against me as she exploded, a fresh gush of her juices poured out over my ass, running down the channel to flood all over my clit. My cries of orgasm joined Miranda’s as I came again, her body writhing and squirming tightly against me, fuck that felt so amazing.

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July 1995

“Can I at least walk you to the door?” the dark-haired man in the driver’s seat asked as he shut off the engine after engaging the parking brake.

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Evelyn Parker replied as, having already undone her seat belt before the car had even stopped, she reached for the door handle. Evelyn was afraid that if she let him do so, his next step would be to try and talk his way inside, and all she wanted was to have this mistake of a date behind her.

“It’s no problem,” Tony Reed said, trying to make it sound as if he would be doing her a favor.

The door swung open and the thirty-four-year-old brunette stepped out onto the sidewalk, practically slamming the door behind her. She didn’t apologize for possibly chipping the paint, or even wish her escort for the evening a safe trip home. If he hadn’t gotten the message by now that she never wanted to hear from him again, well then, he was more of an asshole than she’d imagined.

The message must’ve gotten across, Evelyn decided as, before she’d gone more than a few steps, the sound of burning rubber filled the air as the old seventies muscle car abruptly came to life and pulled away from the curb. The noise of the ’77 Firebird echoed off the houses that lined the quiet residential street as the fire engine red Trans Am disappeared down the street. Thankfully, by the time anyone looked out their window to see the source of the disturbance, it was already long gone.

‘God, this whole night was a mistake,’ Evelyn thought as she started up the walkway leading to her house.

Tony Reed was a longtime customer of her brother’s auto parts store, where Evelyn did the books once a week. When Steve had casually mentioned that his sister had begun to date again, a year after her divorce had become final, the classic car enthusiast had wasted no time in trying to jump to the head of the line of those who had expressed an interest in the attractive accountant.

Initially, Evelyn had been reluctant to accept his invitation, turning him down the first two times he had asked. She had finally consented as a favor to her brother, who had been asked so many times why his sister wouldn’t even give the forty-year-old mechanic a chance so many times that it was really beginning to annoy him. It was dinner and a movie; Steve had pointed out to her; how bad could it be?

She had quickly learned that it could be pretty bad. Instead of learning a bit more about each other over the dinner, which had taken place at a diner frequented by members of his Classic Car Club, Tony had gone on and on about how happy he was that the yearlong baseball strike was finally over. He was, he expressed, a Boston Red Sox fanatic and was lost without ‘his team.’

It hadn’t gotten any better after dinner when, despite Evelyn dropping a few comments about how good she’d heard the new Ron Howard film, “Apollo 13” was, Tony had insisted that they see “Die Hard with a Vengeance” instead. Evelyn didn’t have anything against Bruce Willis, and under the right circumstances enjoyed a good action film, but the testosterone fueled fantasy hardly seemed appropriate first date material.

As she opened the door and stepped into her small two floor Tudor, Evelyn was surprised to see the light in the dining room was on, prompting her to ask herself if she had left it on. Leaving her purse on the table by the door, she moved down the hallway, hoping as she did so that she wouldn’t suddenly find a reason to regret not having “Mr. Personality” see her safely inside after all.

Her concern dramatically increased as, once she neared the entranceway, she heard the sound of movement within the room. Cautiously, she peered around the corner and in doing so, let out an audible sigh as she saw that, while the room was indeed occupied, the face of her unexpected guest was a familiar one.

“Cathy,” Evelyn said, her tone a mixture of surprise and relief, “what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hi Evelyn,” the twenty-three-year-old blonde said with a smile as she looked up from the dining room table, upon which rested a large calculator and a small pile of folders, one of which was spread open in front of her.

Cathy Nelson was a recently certified accountant whom Evelyn had taken on as part time help. Having to do so was a testament to how well her business was doing. Normally, she came in on Wednesdays and Saturday afternoons, which was why her presence now was such a surprise.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I figured that since I was going away for the weekend, I’d come in tonight and at least straighten out the week’s files,” Cathy explained.

“No, not at all,” Evelyn smiled. “After all, that’s why I gave you a key, so that you could set your own schedule.”

“It was a last-minute thought,” the younger woman added. “I tried calling hatay escort your cell, but it went right to voicemail.”

“I was on a date,” Evelyn explained, remembering now that she had turned her phone off so as not to be interrupted.

“Oh no, he’s not here, is he?” Cathy quickly asked, her eyes darting to the doorway as if she could see out into the hallway beyond, worried that she might have interrupted the older woman’s plans.

“No, he’s far away by now,” Evelyn replied, “if I’m lucky.”

“That bad?” Cathy asked.

“Oh yeah,” Evelyn replied.

“I just made coffee,” Cathy said, “if you want to talk about it.”

“Coffee sounds good,” Evelyn answered.

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“And then, he takes me to a diner that’s definitely seen better days,” Evelyn said as she sipped her drink. “Not that I would’ve minded so much, if it hadn’t been filled with his car buddies, all of whom he had to introduce to me.”

“He was showing you off,” Cathy offered.

“Big time,” Evelyn confirmed, “as if I was his trophy from one of those car shows.”

Cathy thought, but didn’t say, that Evelyn couldn’t really have been too surprised by that. The short haired brunette was a striking example of womanhood. Five six and a hundred and twenty pounds, she had a firm 34B bust and long, well developed legs. Even though she had only known Evelyn for a few months, Cathy had formed a strong friendship with her boss and couldn’t believe that her husband had traded her in for a younger model.

“And then, after the movie, he actually had the audacity to suggest that we take a ride out to Muldoon’s Point, as if we were a couple of teenagers,” Evelyn added.

“Muldoon’s Point?” Cathy asked.

“Oh, that’s right, you didn’t grow up here in Oak Hill,” Evelyn remembered. “Muldoon’s Point is a local make out spot just up past the bridge to Liberty. Did he really think that I wanted to relive my high school days?”

Cathy laughed, recalling a similar location in her own home town, not that she’d ever been to it.

“Do you know what the saddest thing is?” Evelyn added after a short pause. “The two guys I went out with last month weren’t that much better than Tony. Oh, they might have not gotten shot down mid-date, but they didn’t come close to the goal line either.”

Cathy didn’t need to ask what the goal line was. One night after they’d shared a few drinks, Evelyn had confessed that while she didn’t miss her cheating bastard of a husband, she did miss getting laid on a regular basis. Which, the younger woman had presumed, had been the motivation behind her decision to start dating again. She was curious, however, how the two men Evelyn referred to fell short, even though she didn’t think it prudent to ask. Thankfully, Evelyn was more than willing to share.

“All they had to hear was that I was divorced, and the automatic assumption was that I’d be an easy lay,” Evelyn said.

“Which of course you’re not,” Cathy quickly noted, thinking that was what you were supposed to say.

“Well, to be honest, given how long it’s been since I went to bed with someone, I probably am,” Evelyn smiled. “Still, it’s not something they should’ve taken as a given.”

Evelyn had also mentioned on that night they’d gotten drunk together that she hadn’t gotten laid since her husband walked out, nearly two years before. Cathy shuddered at the thought of being celibate for that long a time. Her own record stood at barely three months, and almost a third of that entailed her having the flu.

“And I’ll tell you, men can be worse gossips than old women, especially when it comes to sex,” Evelyn continued. ‘They can’t wait to brag to their buddies about getting a woman into bed, and it only gets worse as they get older.”

“I guess I’ll have to take your word for that,” Cathy said.

“Trust me, Cathy, you don’t know how fortunate you are that you don’t have to deal with men,” Evelyn offered.

“Well, women can be assholes just as easily as men,” Cathy replied. “I’ve dated a few that were just as bad as the men you’ve described.”

That Cathy was a lesbian was something Evelyn had learned a few weeks after hiring her. She didn’t go around with a sign around her neck, but neither did she ever make any attempt to obscure the fact. In Evelyn’s case, Cathy had simply introduced the dark-skinned brunette who came around to pick her up one night as her girlfriend. It took Evelyn a bit of time to realize that Cathy’s use of the term was different than her own, but once she did it was just treated as a matter of fact, and that was that.

“Still, maybe I should give some thought to switching teams,” Evelyn said with a touch of mirth. “Who knows, maybe I’d have better luck with women.”

“How much have you had to drink tonight?” Cathy asked, thinking that her friend was joking or at least it was the alcohol talking, recalling several bad dates where she herself had consumed more than normal just to get through them.

“Actually, I didn’t ığdır escort even finish the beer that I’d ordered with dinner,” Evelyn replied, “although by the time it was over, I wished I had, and maybe even had a second one as well.”

“You know, sometimes I’m not sure if you’re being serious or just joking,” Cathy said, still trying to judge which Evelyn was.

“If I was serious,” Evelyn said, her words becoming a bit more earnest, “what do you think my chances would be? Do you think some nice girl might find me hot?”

“Well, if I didn’t have Jennifer,” Cathy said, still exhibiting some levity, “I’d probably want to sleep with you.”

“Ah, it’s a pity the two of you are inseparable then,” Evelyn replied, “because I really need to get laid.”

“And you really think a woman is what you want?” Cathy asked, still thinking that this was a joke of some sort.

“Well, it’s been fairly clear that I’m not getting anywhere with men lately,” Evelyn pointed out. “So, why not give women a try? After all, it seems to have worked out pretty well for you.”

Cathy opened her mouth to say something more, but then closed it without doing so. Instead, she grew very quiet for several long moments, the expression on her face reflecting serious contemplation.

“You’re really serious about this?” she asked Evelyn, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I think so,” she replied.

“You think so?” Cathy repeated. “That’s hardly a ringing endorsement.”

“Well, how will I know for sure until I try it?” Evelyn countered.

Cathy really couldn’t argue with that. Even in her own case, as certain as she was about being with girls instead of guys, there still was that small bit of uncertainty before the first time she was actually with one.

“Be honest with me,” Evelyn said. “If you weren’t with Jennifer, would you find me attractive?”

“Someone wouldn’t have to be single to find you attractive,” Cathy replied.

“That’s not really an answer,” Evelyn countered.

Cathy paused a few moments, her face reflecting a decision in progress.

“Okay,” she finally said. “I didn’t say anything about this before because, well, I didn’t think it mattered, and I also didn’t know you well enough to be sure how you might take it, but one of my friends did ask me about you.”

“Say what?” Evelyn exclaimed, surprised by the revelation.

“One of my friends asked me about you,” Cathy repeated. “She wanted to know if you were seeing anyone, and if not, could she get your number? When I told her you were straight, she was quite disappointed.”

“Back up a second,” Evelyn said as she took in what Cathy had just said. “Start from the beginning. When was this?”

“You remember the concert we went to over in Brookdale a month or so ago?” Cathy asked.

Brookdale was a town twice the size of Oak Hill, situated about a two-hour drive north of it. It was also where Cathy had grown up, so it wasn’t surprising when she ran into a small group of old friends at the show. A flurry of introductions had followed, during which Cathy seemed to go out of the way to stress that Evelyn was just a friend. Evidently, someone in the group took that to mean that she might be available. They’d only spent a minute or so together before they had to get to their respective seats; Cathy’s were on the opposite side of the auditorium. Looking back now, Evelyn had only a vague recollection of what any of the women looked like, but was exceedingly curious as to which one had been attracted to her.

“Do you remember Allison?” Cathy further asked, adding her last name to see if that helped, “Allison Carpenter?”

“I’m afraid not,” Evelyn replied after a few seconds of trying to associate the name with a face and failing to do so.

“She was in uniform,” Cathy then offered, thinking that might have made her stand out from the rest.

“The cop?” Evelyn asked, the image of the khaki clad police officer suddenly coming into focus in her mind.

Technically, the well-proportioned redhead hadn’t been a concert goer, but had volunteered to work security at the sold-out event in order to at least hear the music. A few inches taller than her own five six, the thirty-eight-year-old had a physique that certainly filled out the bland uniform, including a bust that Evelyn thought had to be at least a 36D. If nothing else, the image she projected certainly validated the old adage that there was something about a woman in uniform.

“Deputy Sheriff actually,” Cathy corrected, “one of six in the department.”

“What did she say, specifically?” Evelyn asked, her curiosity now in full bloom.

“Well, it really wasn’t much,” Cathy replied, now wondering if perhaps she was making a mistake mentioning it. “She simply asked if you were seeing anyone, and if not, could she get your number?”

“And she was disappointed when you told her I was straight?” Evelyn said.

“Yeah, I think she really was,” Cathy said.

“What do you think of that?” ısparta escort Evelyn said, more to herself than to the woman sitting across from her.

“Like I said, I didn’t say anything at the time because I didn’t know you as well as I do now, so…” Cathy started to say, only to have Evelyn cut her off.

“Do you think she might still be interested?” she asked.

“What?” Cathy replied, surprised by the question. “I… I don’t know.”

“But she could be?” Evelyn further asked, a clear excitement in her voice.

“It was a couple of months ago,” Cathy stated. “She might have met someone since then.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to ask, would it?” Evelyn said.

It was clear now to Cathy that she had inadvertently opened a Pandora’s Box and Evelyn wasn’t going to let the topic go. Still, she tried to walk it back a bit.

“I’m not sure you and Allison would be a good fit,” she offered.

“Why not?” Evelyn asked.

Cathy took a deep breath before answering.

“I’m not quite sure how to say this, because she’s my friend,” she said with a slight hesitation, “but Allison isn’t really relationship oriented.”

“In other words, she’s a player,” Evelyn said, not sure if the male oriented term also applied to a woman.

“Maybe a bit more than that,” Cathy noted.

“A fuck ’em and leave ’em kind of girl,” Evelyn suggested.

“That would be closer to the mark,” Cathy confirmed, glad that Evelyn said it, not her. Hopefully, that would end the matter.

“I could live with that,” Evelyn said after a long pause.

“What?” a shocked Cathy said.

“Cathy, I’m not looking for someone to set up house with,” Evelyn said. “I need to get laid, and I’m starting to really not care who it is on the other side of the bed.”

Again, Cathy paused for a long breath.

“You really want to do this?” she asked one more time.

“Yes,” the brunette said with a conviction that hadn’t been there before.

“Then I guess I could give Allison a call,” Cathy said, adding to herself that she hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.

-=-=-=-

“What was I thinking last night?” Evelyn asked the naked woman reflected in her bathroom mirror.

She really didn’t expect her doppelganger to answer. If it did, she had more serious problems to worry about, but the look on her face said almost as much as a verbal answer might have. It was the sixth time she’d asked herself the question and she still wasn’t satisfied with the answer.

What had prompted her to convince Cathy to fix her up with another woman? The easy answer was that she was so sexually frustrated and desperate to get laid that she was willing to try anything — well, anything short of Mr. Auto Club, but, deep inside, Evelyn knew that wasn’t really it.

A fallback answer might’ve been that, like a number of women, she had a curiosity about what it might be like, and now that she was single again, why not explore that curiosity? But that would’ve been only partly true, there was more to the story. For the full answer, she’d have to go back almost fifteen years, to the summer she’d turned nineteen.

That had been the year she’d met Sabrina Chamberlain, a vivacious twenty-year old redhead visiting from California. The granddaughter of her father’s business partner, the two of them became fast friends, spending nearly every day of her month long stay together. Which, to most observers, was surprising because Sabrina was a party girl and a notorious flirt, while Evelyn, at least back then, was much more sedate and studious.

Most of the memories of that whirlwind month had become blurred over time, with the notable exception of the night before Sabrina returned home — that was crystal clear. They’d had an impromptu farewell party at a local club with some of the other friends that the Californian had made, at the conclusion of which, the fiery redhead had stunned the affable brunette by pulling her aside to a shadowy corner and kissing her. The sort of kiss that she had previously only shared with boys. As shocking as it had been to feel of the older girl’s tongue in her mouth, that proved almost insignificant mere moments later as, once the initial surprise wore off, Evelyn found herself returning the kiss with equal intensity.

Evelyn had kissed her share of boys, but there had been a magic in Sabrina’s kiss that she’d never felt with anyone before or since, not even the man she eventually married. The kiss seemed to go on forever, reaching parts of her she never realized existed before. To this day, Evelyn wasn’t sure of that kiss had been meant as just something in and of itself, or had been an invitation to something more? The answer was never to be found because, once they’d separated, she’d panicked and quickly left the party. Sabrina went home the next day and she had never heard from her again.

Returning her attention to the present, Evelyn was startled to realize that, as those memories had filtered through her mind, she had been stroking one of her breasts, teasing her nipple until it was hard. Her other hand hadn’t been idle either as it worked its way across the thick mound of hair between her legs. It hadn’t been her intention to caress herself in such a manner, but it was an act that was becoming much more frequent of late.

My hours were weird at the gym. I guess that’s what you’d expect from a part time job. Four hours here, six hours there. Just whatever they told me to work. Today was 8 to Noon. Not too bad for a Friday really, I had my afternoon wide open. I got to work the front desk which was actually really nice. I could’ve been stuck at the snack bar making shakes or folding towels in the laundry. This was…not too bad. People walk in, scan their key cards, and they’re on their way. I just have to make sure the face matches the picture that pops up on the screen.

This wasn’t your ordinary gym though. It was beyond fancy. I felt like I was at a five star hotel. There was even a fireplace in the lobby! All beautiful tile floors throughout the main level. Top of the line workout gear on the upper level. The locker room might as well have been a spa. With individual tile showers, a big whirlpool, sauna and steam rooms…I could get used to this.

I looked down at my phone and saw it was 11:30. So close. My mind continued to go over the events from yesterday. I’d almost thought I’d dreamt it, but I saw the app on my phone. Certainly I hadn’t. I felt somewhat bad for not continuing our conversation last night. I guess I wasn’t really sure if I was supposed to or not.

Traffic was starting to pick up. The lunch crowd had arrived…I’d been told it gets busy. People hurrying to get their workout in, beep, beep beep. One scan after another. It got tricky to come up with something new to say every time.

“Have a good workout!”

“Thanks!”

“Welcome back!”

I guess it would get more natural as I went. People kind of started going by in a hurry, until I recognized her. She had told me she worked out here, but I didn’t think I’d see her this soon.

“Dr. Stevens!” I said with a smile. She was dressed in similar dress pants as yesterday, beige this time. With an almost identical white button down blouse. It looked lovely with her short blonde hair.

“I, uh…It’s good to see you!” I finally stammered out.

Beep. She scanned her card and I saw her face light up on my screen.

“Great to see you too! I didn’t know if you’d be working!” She stopped at the counter. Others kept on walking by.

“It’s, uh…my hours are weird. I wish I had a set schedule, but whatever…lunch workout?” I asked her, dumbly.

“Of course! I like working some stress out in the middle of the day. Helps me get back and focus.” She had a small gym bag over her shoulder. Her other hand was on her hip.

“Hey, so…how did everything go with that homework assignment?” She asked, in a very covert manner.

I stood there, motionless. I knew what she was asking.

Beep.

Beep.

Two others walking right by. This felt so…weird, to be talking about it. Right here. How did I possibly respond?

“It uh…” I stammered a bit. She stood there, confidently waiting my response. “Honestly, I…tried. Again…but, ya know…” I trailed off a bit.

“Didn’t quite get…finished with it?” She asked with a hint in her voice.

“Yeah! Yeah, I guess you could say that.” I said with a laugh. And then I added, “But it certainly wasn’t for a lack of trying…” I added with a much more nervous tone to my laugh. I looked down at her mid section. I couldn’t look her in the eyes when I said that part. It was all too…new. To be talking about this sort of thing.

Beep. Another walked by.

“Well, an A for effort at least.” She said with a wink and a smile. “It’ll just take time…hopefully that didn’t discourage you?” She asked.

“No, no…not at all, I…” I trailed off a second. “its…fun!” I said as my cheeks turned bright red. I couldn’t believe I’d admitted that.

“It is!” She reassured me. “Anyway…I’d better get to it. Maybe I will talk to you later?” She asked with a smile as she made her way towards the locker room. I told her to have a good workout and went back to standing at the desk mindlessly. I took a deep breath. Trying to take in what had just happened.

She was so confident and smooth with her words. It clearly didn’t bother her to talk about that subject. I’d grown up in such a religious and conservative home, I’d been taught that it’s not very lady like to do anything like this. I’d always blocked it out of my mind.

After my shift was over I went home and had a light lunch before heading out to the track. I spent two hours out there today, training sprints in the hot sun. Honestly, there was no where else I’d rather be. I loved running. And I loved getting faster. After I was finished and dripping in sweat I walked up to the bleachers to sit in the sun for a bit. It was the High School’s track, and it was empty. No one in sight. It was actually really peaceful.

I remembered what Dr. Stevens had said as she walked away…

“Maybe I will talk to you later?”

So, maybe I wasn’t bugging her. Well. She did bring it up again. Not me. I opened the app. My hands started typing. I guess I knew exactly what I wanted to say.

Sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you hanging last night. This is all kahramanmaraş escort just so new to me. I grew up in such a religious home. Church every Sunday. Bible studies. Dating guys had to be approved, so that never happened. Home by 8:30 every night. I was barely even allowed to wear tank tops for running. All my swimsuits were one pieces. Dresses had to be full length. This sort of thing was…never talked about. Send.

I re-read it again. What an absolute mess of a message. Some of those things didn’t even go together. What was I even trying to get at? I looked at the time on my phone, 4:15. She was probably still working.

I just…sorry, I don’t know what I’m getting at. Just trying to explain why I’m…this way, I guess. Send.

I looked around, wondering why I had told her all that. And then I felt my phone buzz lightly. Looking down,

You’re perfect.

And then more messages followed.

And you have nothing to apologize for, so don’t.

I’m sorry you grew up like that, but it doesn’t have to be that way now.

You can tell me anything. You can ask me anything.

And I can promise never to judge you or tell a soul.

There was a short break in the messages. I didn’t know what to say, and then I saw her bubbles again.

I’m still at the office. I have a few things to get finished up and then a charity dinner to attend. I will certainly be around again later this evening though. Don’t feel like you’re bugging me.

I sighed a sigh of relief. A deep one. I finally typed,

Same goes for you.

Why did I add that? She didn’t have questions for me. What did I know that she didn’t?

“Hey, how’s the never having sex ever going for you?” I said out loud to myself in a stupid voice, mocking myself. And then I looked around to triple check I was alone on the bleachers.

Enjoy the dinner! Send.

I wanted to keep talking. So badly. She was so…confident. So encouraging. I smiled to myself as I sat there. Enjoying the sun on my already tan skin.

I had dinner later that night with my parents. Catching them up on my job that started in just a few days. That really impressed them that I was already working at a law office. As long as my academics and my sports were good, my parents were happy. They never really asked me about much more, so I’d came to expect that at this point. My dad was in banking and my mom was a retired teacher. I’d convinced myself she really only did it so she could stay busy. I got the feeling we didn’t exactly need the money, based on my dad’s income.

I headed down to the basement after dinner. My parents room was all the way upstairs, and mine was in the basement. So at least there was some good separation between us. It was a nice sized room, and I even had a TV. Much better than my dorm room where I was stuck with just my laptop. I know, tough life.

I saw the sun was still up, and I really didn’t want to sit inside all night. I already had a pair of black leggings on. I added a white Nike workout shirt, some running shoes, and made my way out for a walk. I loved the outdoors. Nothing was better than a warm summer night and enjoying some fresh air. I plugged in my Airpods and enjoyed a walk around the neighborhood.

After about twenty minutes I felt a buzz on my phone. And there it was, DocsApp. I clicked it almost instantly.

Nice night for a walk. 🙂

I smiled as I read it.

It sure is! See me? I wrote back quickly.

I was in the black Mercedes that drove by. Just got home. Come say hi!

I guess I didn’t have a choice. I knew the one. It was an SUV…pretty car.

As I got closer I saw her standing in the driveway. Dressed in a very, very tight black dress. And she wore it well. It was cut well above her knee. And she had more than enough cleavage. Before I even said hi I said,

“See, now this…this is the kind of dress I’ve never be allowed to wear.” I laughed a bit, and so did Brooke.

“Haha…well, that’s a damn shame…you’d look good in this.” She said confidently.

I’d look good in it? Well that was quite the compliment!

“Haha…” I laughed nervously. “Well, thanks…maybe! How was the dinner?” I tried changing the subject.

“Good! Good…” She waved me towards the garage and I instinctively followed. As we got closer, she put the garage door down and as I was walking into her home. I barely even noticed that she had not one, but two Mercedes. One black, one white.

“I mean, it was fine…they’re all the same. Fundraiser for…heart disease. Eat a nice meal, bid on some things…they’re all the same…” She went on as we walked into her home. I barely caught the last bit as I was taken aback by her beautiful living room.

“Wow, this is…” I looked around, “Just beautiful…” I smiled as my eyes went from one thing to another. The beautiful white chef’s kitchen with a large island. Two big beige leather couches. A fireplace that went all the way up to the second floor. And a beautiful black grand piano in the corner. I walked all the kastamonu escort way across the living room and looked out. Her lot backed up to some trees, and to my amazement, a spacious backyard area with a pool was below.

“A pool!” I said a little too loud.

“Haha…had it for the kids and all, now I just lay out. It’s nice!” She smiled as she grabbed us two waters from the kitchen. She motioned for us to have a seat on the couches. They were across from each other. I picked the one and she picked the other.

“These are comfy!” I said with a smile as I looked out the large window, seeing the sun going down.

“Will you excuse me a minute?” She asked, standing up almost immediately after sitting down. What was I going to do, say no?

“Of course!” I said as she made her way into a room just down the hall.

Only about three minutes later and I heard the door open back up, and Brooke came walking back out. This time, not wearing the dress. She was in what I could only assume were her pajamas. Navy shorts with white trim, and a matching navy button up silk blouse with white trim. It was cute. But…

“Here, try it on.” She said, tossing the dress to me on the couch. I caught it and laughed.

“What?!” I didn’t know what to say.

“Try it on.” She repeated.

“The bedroom is right there…or the bathroom…if you prefer?” She motioned down the hall.

“I, uh…” I stood up. I didn’t even mean to stand up, but I did. “I guess, I’ll…” I started walking towards the bedroom where she had been. “This is fine?” I asked her to be sure.

“More than fine! I think we’re almost the same size, aren’t we?” She smiled. “I’ll be right here.”

I walked into her room a little nervously. Why did she even want me to do this? Her bedroom was stunning. Ivory sheets on a big king bed. Another couch. Two large, black dressers. They had to be six across and four rows deep. I poked my head into the other door inside and saw the en suite master bath. Complete with tile everything, and a massive walk in closet. I got a brief look at all the beautiful clothes and shoes she had in there before I realized I’d better just hurry up and change. It only took her three minutes!

I pulled my top off, followed by my bra. And then my leggings. Everything on the floor. I pulled the dress over my head quickly. Ugh, it’s a zipper dress. I hate these.

But it certainly did fit well. I gave myself a look in the bathroom mirror. Stunning. Everything was in the right place. Everything was flattering. I got the zipper up about half way before walking out.

It was obviously enough to get Brooke to stand up out of her seat, “See.” She said, in a very soft, but bold matter of fact tone. “You’re a fuckin’ smoke show.” She smiled as her eyes went up and down me. And then up and down me again. Something I wasn’t used to. And I certainly wasn’t used to the cursing which I found oddly erotic. Maybe since it was forbidden in my house…

I froze as she started walking towards me. She came around to my back side and zipped the zipper the rest of the way. She quickly swept away some of the wrinkles on my back side, evening out the dress I assume. Her hands grazing down the small of my back and upper buttocks.

“Ellie, Ellie, Ellie…” She looked at me with a smile as she came around to my front side. “It’s a perfect fit. And uh…wow, I mean…it’s flattering in all the right places.” She was getting daring. And I knew she meant my chest based on where her eyes were. But did I mind?

“You’re not used to this sort of thing, are you?” She asked. And I continued to just stand there.

“You’re nervous.” she pointed out so kindly. “Are you just not used to the attention? Not wanting to be in the lime light? Maybe just not used to such…revealing clothing?” she offered up a few examples.

“I guess it’s just not something I’m used to.” I finally admitted. I could tell I was flushed.

“Women have curves for a reason.” Brooke said with a smile and a small laugh. “I think we may need to work on getting you a little more comfy showing yours off. Getting you a little more in tune with your…feminine side. Letting loose. Showing off.” she smiled as she stood there in front of me so confidently. I was silent.

“And I totally get it…based on your background…you don’t have to explain yourself at all. I don’t want to upset your folks either, so we’ll have to be…smart, about the way we explore your new…beginning? For lack of a better term?” she left another pause,

“I just know from personal experience…there’s…nothing quite like going out in a tight fitting dress…” she motioned to myself, “Or…a blouse that might be unbuttoned a little too far…or a bikini that shows off just the right amount of your back side…” she smiled again.

“…and, seeing…how people look at you. Wondering what they’re inevitably thinking in those minds of theirs…I like to think they’re wondering what kind of lingerie I have on under my dress…if any? Or if I undid that button on purpose?” kayseri escort she left a short break. “And…I suppose the bikini is self explanatory…” she laughed a little, “Who doesn’t like a nice ass?” she grinned ear to ear. “But more than that…who doesn’t find it sexy that a woman is confident enough to put her’s on display? But who knows…” she trailed off a bit.

“But anyway! That’s your homework.”

Homework? I’m getting more homework? I was just on a walk…and now I’m standing in her living room and getting more homework.

“I want you to think about…what’s sexy to you. What’s attractive. What gets you going? Maybe not so much fantasies…although those are totally okay and we’ll get to those…”

We. Will. GET to those??? What did I sign up for here? Or did I even sign up? What was going on?

“…but…more just…what traits in a person, both physical and non physical…do you find to be…irresistable? And I’m sure you won’t know right away. So just be thinking

about it…keep it on your mind…write it down when you think of one. Or!” she picked up her phone off the table and motioned to it. “Message me. You can’t annoy me. I promise.” she smiled.

“Now!” she looked at the time on her phone. 8:45. “You…have been on a long walk.” she smiled. “Better get changed…”

Brooke motioned towards the bedroom and I made my way in there. What had just happened? The second I closed the door I realized I needed help with the zipper. Immediately opening it up and walking back.

“I uh…I don’t know why I can never figure these things out…” and as I got closer I realized very quickly that the top button on her pajama blouse was now one lower. Could she have…done that on purpose? Was I supposed to notice? Her chest wasn’t exactly exposed now but certainly more visible. My eyes went to them for a brief second and then away, as I turned around so she could unzip me.

“Of course…” she said softly. And then I made my way back into her bedroom to change. I pulled the dress down and stepped out of it. Laying it out on her bed for her.

I walked, naked, into her en suite bathroom where I picked up my clothes off the floor where I’d left them. I noticed again how perfectly tidy everything was. Everything was in it’s place. And then I strangley came to the realization that she likely often stood right where I was standing…naked, as I am now…looking at herself in the mirror.

And for the first time I ever…I found myself unintentionally picturing what another woman looked like naked. What I imagined her full, but perky chest looked like with her small light pink nipples. I imagined she had a toned mid section, possibly even a six pack. For some reason I imagined her with a towel around her waist as she was blow drying her short blonde hair after a shower. What had gotten into me??

I quickly pulled up my leggings, followed by my sports bra and tank top. I rarely wore panties with leggings. As I made my way out of the bathroom I started towards the door, but saw her dresser in the corner or my eye. Two dressers, to be exact. I already knew she had a full walk in closet…how many clothes could one woman need? I walked towards it…slowly.

“I shouldn’t…” I said out loud to myself softly. I was sure she couldnt here.

But still, there I was. I reached for the upper left drawer. Slowly pulling it open to be quiet. Inside, I found what had to be over thirty pairs of black panties. I pulled one out for some reason. Simple, cotton bikini cut. As I put it back, I quickly realized that was the only one of it’s kind. The rest were skimpy, sexy, lace, satin, thongs and g-strings. My heart was racing as I was worried about getting caught. But the rush kept me looking through a couple more pairs.

I finally closed the drawer, thinking I was done. But my hands reached for the drawer next to it. An almost identical discovery,

but this drawer was all white. I pulled out just one pair this time. A white lace thong. The waist band was thick with lace, and the back side was tiny.

I closed it quickly and started to walk away, but I couldn’t help myself. I walked back. Going to the drawer that was just underneath the black drawer now, I slowly slid it open. Bras. All stacked up one on top of the next all the way to the back of the drawer. All black. And again, all different fabrics and styles.

I didn’t push my luck. I shut the drawer, a little too loud and hurried out to the living room.

“So…” I started out, hoping she wouldn’t ask me what took me so long. “I uh…got my homework. And…well, both assignments I guess!” this was so weird for me. “And…I’ll…” I didn’t know what to say.

“Just keep me posted, okay?” She asked with a smile.

“I can do that.” She walked me to the door and I was on my way.

I found myself going over the events again in my head on my short walk home. Remembering my homework assignment. Remembering how she looked at me in the dress. And..I liked it. Having her eyes on me. Remembering the rush I got from going through her things. And more importantly than that…the realization that this mid-40’s woman had sexier underwear than I did. I own one thong. One. And I barely wear it because I feel slutty when I do. But why should I feel that way? Maybe that was something to ask her. Or would that be dumb? I was constantly second guessing myself.

In late May, Jack banged out a term paper on Hemingway that earned him a respectable B+. (Vanessa’s paper had received an A-.) That meant that he had passed the class. So a celebration was decided upon, which would in fact commemorate three more or less simultaneous events: Jack’s real diploma (to replace the illegitimate one awarded him twenty-three years ago), Vanessa’s twenty-first birthday, and the graduation (cum laude) of Jack and Joanna’s daughter Eileen.

A swank restaurant was chosen for the occasion, and Eileen was supposed to come to the house ahead of time. Vanessa thought it odd that she hadn’t met Eileen yet, given that they were attending the same college. She could have passed her a dozen times on campus without knowing who she was! But she sensed that, even more so than in the case of his friends, Jack had felt hesitant to introduce his daughter to Vanessa–because of her age, and because of her apparent “replacement” of Joanna in Jack’s affections.

So Vanessa was prepared to encounter a frosty politeness, even frank hostility, from this young woman, who was a year older than herself. But when the doorbell rang and Jack let Eileen in, Vanessa heard a somewhat low-pitched woman’s voice saying, “Where’s Dad’s girlfriend?” She didn’t sound angry; if anything, she seemed excited.

When Eileen drifted into the living room and laid eyes on Vanessa, she held out her arms as if meeting an old friend. “Is that her?” she cried enthusiastically. Coming right up to Vanessa, Eileen took hold of her arms, swung them around, and said, “Oh, so pretty!”

Then, unexpectedly, she held Vanessa close to her chest for many moments. Vanessa definitely felt the imprint of Eileen’s large breasts against her midsection, and then felt a wet kiss planted against her cheek–or, more precisely, her neck.

As Eileen finally pulled back, but still held Vanessa at arm’s length as if to fix her image in her memory, the younger woman tried to take stock of Jack and Joanna’s daughter.

She looked remarkably similar to her mother. Eileen Martin was faintly on the zaftig side, but she conveyed a strength and fixity of purpose unusual in women. If she wasn’t, strictly speaking, beautiful, she was attractive in an indefinable way. Part of it had to do with the alertness and liveliness of her face, which seemed to carry a perpetual smile or smirk on her face; part of it had to do with her lavish figure, which, like her mother, was ample around the bosom, hips, and bottom. She was what used to be called “a fine figure of a woman.”

Even though Vanessa had been feeling more and more confident around Jack and Joanna, there was something about Eileen that made her retreat into her shell and resume her habitual shyness. She could hardly look her in the face, and didn’t know what to make of the exuberant greeting she’d received.

Things weren’t helped by the dinner at the restaurant, where the Martins inevitably talked about family matters, even though Jack–and occasionally Joanna–made fleeting efforts to bring Vanessa into the conversation. But Vanessa was happy to watch this reunited family reminisce over old times.

One phase of the conversation did interest her, however.

“Dad,” Eileen said, “I may need to camp out at the house for a few weeks–or months–until I can get on my feet and find a job. A degree in comp lit isn’t exactly a marketable asset.”

“What the hell is comp lit, anyway?” Jack said exasperatedly.

“If you need to ask, you’re better off not knowing.”

“Well, you’re welcome to stay at the house–although you should probably get Vanessa’s permission.”

Vanessa, who was lapsing into a daydream, was startled to hear her name mentioned. “What? What? My permission?” she said, flushing. “It’s your house, Jack.”

“Sure it is, but you’re living there now. You were kind enough to let Joanna stay for an indefinite period, so it’s your call about Eileen.”

“Well, um, of course you can stay, Eileen.”

“You’re a little doll!” Eileen enthused, bending forward and giving Vanessa a wet smack on the cheek. “I really don’t want to be a boomerang kid, but at the moment it can’t be helped.”

Later that evening Eileen collared Vanessa and dragged her upstairs into the room she’d be occupying. It was the second guest bedroom–not the same one she’d lived in when she was younger, but good enough for her purposes. Vanessa had a sinking feeling that, for all Eileen’s bluff good spirits, she was intent on finding out exactly what Vanessa’s “intentions” toward her father were.

Sure enough, as they sat on different corners of the bed, Eileen began by looking Jack’s lover up and down and saying slowly, “So… you and Dad.”

Another blush from Vanessa. “Yes. I guess you know how we met.”

“Yup. Mom told me. What a scream! I mean, Dad having to go back to college. Well, all I can say is, he has good taste.”

Vanessa’s blush deepened, and she looked down at her hands. “He–he’s a real sweetheart.”

“I’ll take elazığ escort your word for it.”

“Look,” Vanessa said in a rush of words, “I know what you’re going to say. You think I’m just some kind of toy that Jack’s playing with–you know, midlife crisis and all that. But he really loves me, and I love him!”

“Hey, you don’t have to defend yourself to me. If you and he are happy, that’s all that counts.” She paused significantly. “One thing I don’t get, though: why do you let Mom stay here? Doesn’t that put–shall we say–a monkey-wrench in the works? It can’t be easy having her here while you two…” And Eileen had the decency to blush a little herself.

“I insisted on Joanna staying here.”

“You did? What on earth for?”

“Because… she needed our help, and because”–she looked soulfully over to Jack’s daughter–“she still cares for Jack, and Jack for her.”

“Do they? I have to say, they were pretty much at each other’s throats the last year I was in this house, before I trotted off to college. I could have stayed here, but I just wanted to get the hell out–all those arguments they had were a real pain!”

“I don’t know what happened, but it became clear to me that they’re still in love. So–“

“In love? You mean that?”

“Absolutely!”

“But you just said Dad loves you.”

“He does. You don’t think you can love two people at once?–or even more?”

“I guess you can. Well, sure, why not?” But the bright smile she had on her face melted away in a kind of dazed incomprehension. “You’re not telling me that you let them…” She made some obscene gestures with her fingers.

“Sure I do,” Vanessa replied calmly.

Eileen gawked at her. “You’re not serious.”

“I am serious. Why not? It wouldn’t be right to keep them apart.”

Jack’s daughter looked at Vanessa as if she were an alien from outer space. “You’re either a saint or the stupidest woman in the world. Come to think of it, you’re probably a saint.”

“I’m no saint.”

“Well, I’ve never heard of an arrangement like this!”

“Maybe not, but it seems to work for us. I have to say, your father is quite, um, potent. He’s almost like a randy college boy–and you know what they’re like!” Vanessa burst out with a trilling, high-pitched laugh.

“I don’t, in fact,” Eileen said blandly. “I’m a lesbian.”

There were several moments of awkward silence.

“Oh,” Vanessa said, looking down. “I–I didn’t know.”

“It’s not something I have tattooed on my forehead!” Eileen said with a chortle of her own. “Well, look, this has all been very educational, but I have stuff to do. Take care of Dad for me–and keep his bed warm!”

It took some days for Eileen to move all her belongings back into the house and get settled. For a while Vanessa felt like a total interloper into this unusual family, but it quickly became clear that everyone welcomed her in their own distinct way. Eileen, as the only person of approximately Vanessa’s own age, had lots of intense discussions with her about all manner of things, and they seemed to be forming a real bond. Vanessa sometimes saw Joanna beaming at them as they were chatting away–and she incongruously felt like Joanna’s younger daughter. (But daughters don’t sleep with their dads, do they?) Given that Eileen was unemployed and Vanessa was taking a well-earned rest for the summer before the start of senior year, the two young women had a lot of time on their hands.

That’s probably why the incident on that Saturday afternoon occurred.

Jack and Joanna were in the garden, putting in some new plants they had gotten from a nursery. It was a lazy day, and Vanessa didn’t feel like doing much of anything. But as she wandered out of the master bedroom and was about to head downstairs, she heard some curious noises coming from the second guest bedroom, where Eileen was holed up.

A little shiver ran through her. Surely she couldn’t be–? I guess you never know when the urge will come upon you.

Vanessa tiptoed right up to the door of the room. Yes, there was no mistaking what those sighs and moans meant.

Of course, this was a moment when Eileen’s privacy had to be respected. But then, why was Vanessa bringing a shaking hand down to the doorknob, and then opening it?

What she saw when she strode into the room made her come close to fainting.

Eileen was sitting on her bed, her back resting against the headboard, naked. Her hand was vigorously rubbing the space between her legs, and her face was beet-red.

What really struck Vanessa was the size, roundness, and firmness of Eileen’s breasts. They were huge, and yet they didn’t sag or seem flabby or shapeless. Vanessa, perennially suffering from an inferiority complex about the size of her own breasts, gazed upon Eileen’s pair in exactly the way a man would if he saw them. And the rest of her body was just as succulent, especially her fleshy thighs and the thick tuft of fur on her delta.

Incredibly, erzincan escort Eileen didn’t express the slightest embarrassment or outrage at Vanessa’s presence. Looking over to her without stopping her stroking, she said calmly, “Hello.”

“Hello,” Vanessa croaked.

“This usually works better with two people.”

A spell of dizziness came over Vanessa, and her knees seemed on the verge of buckling. She managed to remain standing–then, with infinite slowness, she began to undress. Eileen watched her fixedly, while still tickling herself–but she now realized she wouldn’t be alone in the task, so she didn’t go all out to bring on a climax right away.

“You’re so beautiful, my dear,” Eileen breathed in genuine admiration.

“You’re beautiful,” Vanessa echoed.

Eileen extended her hands. “Come here.”

Vanessa walked over to the bed and then squatted over Eileen, sitting down on her lap. Eileen bent forward and placed her head on Vanessa’s chest, kissing and licking her breasts and sucking on the tiny nipples until they were hard as rock. At the same time, she reached a hand down and began getting a feel of Vanessa’s sex; Vanessa, in turn, took up the stroking of Eileen’s sex where she herself had left off. Eileen had already brought herself close to an orgasm, and Vanessa finished her off quickly and efficiently. Eileen let out several agonized groans, her face still pasted to Vanessa’s chest. After she had settled down a bit, she focused on bringing release to her unexpected partner–and that happened a lot sooner than she expected, as Vanessa’s sudden, unthinking venture into lesbian sex had been a delightful surprise even to herself.

As they lay down in each other’s arms, resting for what they would be certain would be another round, Eileen said, “So what gives with this?”

Vanessa knew exactly what she meant. “I wish I could tell you. It just seemed the right thing to do. You’re just an amazing woman, Eileen. I’m sure lots of straight men are saying–“

“Yeah, yeah, I know. ‘What a waste!'”

“Well, you can’t blame them.”

“Men are so funny. You know a lot of them really get off on the idea of two women getting it on?”

“They do? Why on earth would they do that?”

“Oh, Vanessa, you can’t be so naïve. Men are very responsive to visual stimuli–and so, what could be better than one naked lady? Why, two naked ladies! I’m telling you, practically every porn magazine has a lesbian spread. I doubt that the models are actual lesbians, but they do a pretty good imitation! Can you guess what happens when a straight guy looks at a spread like this?”

“I can’t begin to imagine.”

“He has this ridiculous fantasy that those lesbians will invite him to join in!”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I most certainly am not!”

“But lesbians wouldn’t do that.”

“Of course not. That’s why it’s a kind of pathetic fantasy on the part of straight guys. They have this delusion that the moment a woman–of whatever sort–sees a cock, she’ll suddenly drop everything and worship that cock and pay it all the attention he thinks it deserves!”

“I don’t worship your dad’s cock.”

“Glad to hear it. But I’m telling you that’s what guys think when they see a pair of lesbians doing each other.”

Vanessa gave Eileen a sly look. “I think that’s what we need to do.”

And with that, both women instinctively fell into sixty-nine position; Vanessa, being the smaller of the pair, was on top. For the next hour or so they indulged in such an intense session of pussy-licking that both of them came to feel that nothing in the world existed except the labia and clitoris whose overflowing juices they were each lapping up. Each woman had two or three climaxes, one after the other, until finally they couldn’t take it anymore. Vanessa rolled off of Eileen, landing on her back and staring dazedly at the ceiling.

Then they heard Jack and Joanna coming back into the house.

“Omigod!” Vanessa said, leaping up from the bed and furiously putting her clothes back on. “They can’t catch me in here!”

Eileen watched the other woman’s alarm with some amusement. She lay unmoving and gloriously naked, sprawled lasciviously on the bed, her legs parted and her breasts heaving with ragged breathing.

Vanessa dashed out of the room just as Joanna was coming up the stairs. The older woman gave her a startled glance and said, “What were you doing in there?”

“Nothing, Joanna,” Vanessa said quickly–and bolted toward the master bedroom.

But Joanna had noticed Vanessa’s red face and glistening lips, and she’d also caught a fleeting glimpse into her daughter’s room–and wondered.

*

Vanessa realized that some kind of reckoning with Joanna couldn’t be avoided. Sure enough, after dinner Jack’s ex-wife summoned the young woman for a private conference in the den.

“So what really happened in Eileen’s room this afternoon?” she said, clearly demanding a thorough erzurum escort answer.

“Nothing,” Vanessa muttered. “We were just–talking.”

“Talking, eh? I could have sworn I saw Eileen… naked.”

Vanessa was now totally spooked. Like Jack, she was a very bad liar. After some moments of silence she finally said, “Yes, she was. And–I was too.”

In the silence that followed, the ticking of a clock could be heard in the distance.

“Are you saying,” Joanna whispered in disbelief, “that you and Eileen…?”

“Yes,” Vanessa whispered in turn.

Joanna looked upon her with a mixture of astonishment and what looked like admiration. “I didn’t know you were inclined that way.”

“I didn’t know either!” Vanessa exclaimed, now relieved that the truth was out. “It just happened.”

“And it was… nice?”

“It was fabulous! God, I never knew it could be like that!”

“Well, women do know each other’s parts pretty well.”

“That’s part of it, but there’s so much more. Eileen’s body is really nothing like mine–except in the obvious fact that she has boobs and a pussy and stuff like that. Her boobs are incredible, by the way.”

“Are they?”

“So much bigger and rounder than mine.”

“Vanessa, you have to stop obsessing about your breasts. Bigger isn’t always better. Jack hasn’t shown any disappointment in your bosom, has he?”

“No–but he’s a dear, and I don’t know there are many men like him.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Anyway, it was wonderful with Eileen. But”–and her voice descended again to a whisper–“you can’t tell Jack! He’ll totally freak out.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Joanna said slowly. “He might be tickled by the idea.”

“Eileen said something like that–that guys get off on two girls making love. But this is Jack’s daughter, for heaven’s sake! He can’t possibly approve of that.”

“I think Jack is pretty open-minded where such things are concerned.”

“I hope so. Because…” Vanessa trailed off.

“Because what?”

“Well, I was hoping this wouldn’t be the last time–with Eileen.”

“I hope it isn’t either. She hasn’t had anyone for a while, and I think you make a good partner for her.”

“God, Joanna,” Vanessa said dreamily, “you just have no idea what that session this afternoon was like.”

After a pregnant pause Joanna said, “Actually I do.”

Another silence–more ticking of that clock.

“What are you saying?” Vanessa said.

Joanna looked around the room as if there was someone there listening. With a sigh she said, “It happened a long time ago–my freshman year of college. The administration required all freshmen to have roommates. I guess they didn’t want us to get lonely and depressed, given that this was our first time away from home and all that. So I was assigned this roommate–her name was Claudia. She seemed sweet, and was quite pretty.

“We were both eighteen, and both virgins. And neither of us thought of ourselves as lesbians. In fact, we spent a certain amount of time exciting ourselves about what our ‘first time’ with a boy might be like; but we were also a little scared–you know, the blood and the mess and all, not to mention the dreaded possibility of getting pregnant. Neither of us had a boyfriend, and we didn’t even go out much with boys–we had too much schoolwork to do!

“And so we began cuddling a bit. Part of that was because that freshman dorm wasn’t heated very well, and with the onset of winter it was pretty damn cold in our room. So there we were, in our long flannel nightgowns, just holding onto each other–for warmth, of course. Then we started doing a little kissing. We were trying to pretend that we were actually kissing a boy, just seeing what that might be like. Later we did a little more than that.

“The first time Claudia pulled up my nightgown and put a hand on my thigh, I was about to say, ‘Hey, what do you think you’re doing?’ But in fact that hand felt pretty good; and when she started moving it up, slowly and tentatively, a shiver–which had nothing to do with the cold–went through me. Omigod, she was about to touch me down there! I wasn’t wearing anything under my nightgown, and she wasn’t either. When she finally did put her fingers on my sex, I became hugely embarrassed–not just because she was doing what she was doing, but because I was so wet that my juices immediately coated her fingers as they stroked me.

“She seemed to have an instinctive awareness of what I liked–or maybe she just did to me what gave her pleasure. She stuck her fingers into my vagina (touching, but not breaking, my hymen), fondled both the inside and outside of my labia, and used her thumb in a circular motion to stimulate my already swelling clitoris. Meanwhile she was plastering my face with kisses, sometimes licking me with her tongue. I just let her do whatever she wanted, lying passive as she worked me over–but I wasn’t passive very long, because in a few minutes (a far shorter time than it took when I did this myself) she made me explode in an orgasm that caused me to cry out, almost to shriek, while shudders coursed through my entire body.

“When I finally settled down, she looked at me with a little glint in her eye. I could tell what she was thinking: Now it’s your turn to do me.

As soon as they entered their room, Sonali came up behind Reeva, and started to massage her shoulders, Reeva felt her nipples spring to attention.

“Unn… Yes!” grunted Reeva as exquisite sensations rippled through her body.

“I want to kiss your cherry lips, and squeeze these full breasts” said Sonali, her hands working their magic on Reeva as they squeezed her breasts.

Reeva was rapidly losing all sense of which way was up, her clitoris was throbbing as though it would never stop; juices were flowing into her panties which were getting sopping wet; her nipples were erect and tingling from being squashed, and from chaffing on her bra as Sonali played with her.

With a groan, Reeva twisted in Sonali’s arms and placed a hot steamy kiss on her mouth. Reeva held Sonali’s head between her hands as her lips moved, their tongues met with an electric shock of sexual excitement, and Reeva’s plundered Sonali’s mouth.

Sonali’s hands meanwhile were not idle; she clutched and kneaded Reeva’s bottom through her jeans. Reeva was so carried away by how hot Sonali was making her, that she had little time to reflect that that her sister-in-law was just down the hall. When they stopped, they were both flushed with excitement, and out of breath.

“Quickly, let’s undress”, panted Sonali urgently, driven into blatantly taking the lead by strength of passion that was burning inside her.

Reeva stepped back, and stood still, as Sonali hurriedly undid her blouse. She couldn’t prevent a moan from escaping as Sonali’s hands brushed her nipples in passing. She found herself panting slightly as Sonali fumbled to undo the buttons of her blouse. Sonali felt emboldened by her friend’s sudden passiveness; nevertheless, she could feel her knees trembling, and her hands shook as they removed Reeva’s blouse, and reached behind her for her bra clasp.

This brought them closer together, into another steamy kiss. When Sonali pulled back from the kiss, Reeva’s bra came away, leaving her large breasts quivering freely. Sonali was struck again by her friend’s beauty.

Reeva used the pause in Sonali’s undressing to start to undress her.

“Here Sonali, let me free you from that.” she said, pulling her blouse out from the waistband of her jeans. Sonali moaned as Reeva’s heated hands brushed her naked stomach. Reeva’s fingers deftly unbuttoned the blouse, pausing only to make arousing forays over Sonali’s nipples.

Sonali moaned with each caress.

“Oh, Ohh, Ohhh!” her nipples hardening and thrusting out as though to prolong each caress.

Reeva slipped the blouse off Sonali’s shoulders; it slid down her arms, pinning them to her sides. Rather than freeing Sonali, Reeva lent forward and closed her mouth over the nipple on Sonali’s left breast.

Sonali could feel a delicious weakness spread throughout her body; and she shivered with excitement as Reeva’s tongue lathed her nipple through the bra. It was wet now and the material had become transparent with Reeva’s saliva.

As Reeva turned her attention to Sonali’s right nipple, Sonali couldn’t repress a moan that was louder than she knew was wise, given her aunt and Nikita were probably still in the lounge.

Reeva could tell that Sonali’s legs wouldn’t be able to hold her for much longer, burning up with passion as she was, so she lowered Sonali to the chair behind her. A little nip with her teeth brought a new moan from Sonali. Reeva impatiently pulled the cups of Sonali’s bra aside, so that her breasts bounced free; their strawberry tips hard and glistening from her licking.

Sonali was so far gone that she didn’t even notice the momentary discomfort that such a maneuver brought. While Reeva resumed her licking, she worked her hands up Sonali’s legs; caressing slowly, rucking Sonali’s lehenga up in the process. Sonali could feel her skin quivering under Reeva’s firm hands, and she couldn’t help parting her thighs to encourage Reeva to caress the inside of her thighs.

She also couldn’t help lifting her bottom off the chair as Reeva’s hands slid under her bottom to clutch her panties. Reeva smiled at Sonali’s eager compliance. Then she yanked Sonali’s panties down with a speed and a force which emphasized the passion of the moment. Reeva’s mastery only intensified Sonali’s lust.

Reeva stood there in Sonali’s room, naked from the waist up, looking down at her friend. Sonali was lying back in her room chair; her breasts protruding from her bra; her arms pinned to her sides by her half-discarded blouse; her lehenga rucked up around her middle; her legs splayed lewdly, exposing her glistening smoothly shaved pussy. She was panting; her breasts were heaving; her head was thrown back; and her eyes were closed. Sonali was obviously “in heat”.

Reeva speedily popped open the buttons on her own jeans, and removed them with her panties in one motion. She then knelt between Sonali’s legs, and placed a steamy kiss on her inner thigh. Sonali moaned. Reeva slowly moved her kisses up her friend’s eskişehir escort thigh, nibbling and licking as she went.

“Is it good Sonali? do you like it?” she paused to ask, teasingly, enjoying Sonali’s struggle to keep her urgent ‘Yesss!!!’, to an appropriate volume.

Sonali’s groan was definitely too loud when Reeva’s mouth avoided her crotch and continued to kiss her down the other leg. Sonali tried to reach Reeva’s head to guide her back where she wanted her, but her blouse kept her from just quite reaching, bringing a heartfelt “Owwwh!”; a gasp of real frustration.

She continued to play Sonali like an instrument as she let her tongue slowly snake back up her leg. She could taste Sonali’s juices as she neared her crotch a second time; Sonali was overflowing in her arousal. Reeva allowed her tongue just a few brief licks of Sonali’s puffy labia, before moving past.

Sonali’s head was rolling from side to side; she was looking very flushed as she tried to buck her hips up towards Reeva’s tongue. Reeva returned to Sonali’s pussy, after only a brief excursion down her leg. Her tongue pushing its way into Sonali’s vagina with a stiff urgency. Sonali arched uncontrollably, and then managed to arch again as Reeva’s hand reached up and pinched a nipple an instant later. The pain was really pleasure; the tingling feeling afterwards was incredible.

Reeva licked at Sonali’s clitoris; her friend was whimpering continually.

“Awh, Ah, Ahh, Unn, Yes!!, Yes!!, Yesss!!!, Oh, Ohh, OHH!!” Sonali was bucking and rolling in her chair; all that existed were the sensations that Reeva were eliciting within her.

Reeva could tell her friend’s orgasm was approaching from the little twitches of her leg muscles. She decided not to torment Sonali this time, so she continued licking with a steady rhythm, and then sucked hard just before the end.

Sonali exploded. “AhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!!!!!, oh! Oh!! OH!! OHHHHHH! Wow! Oh wow! Ohhhnn!”

Reeva kept on sucking and strumming with her tongue as Sonali climaxed, and before Sonali was aware of it, a new wave of pleasure wracked her body, ‘AAAAHHHHEEEEOOWWW’, she almost screamed. Sonali’s body sagged back into the chair, spent.

*****

Sonali and Reeva were back on the bed, both of them naked, as they cuddled together after the frenzied sex they had, when first entering the room. As the two of them ran their hands over each other bodies. Sonali’s fingers strayed so that they were brushing the outside of Reeva’s left breast.

Reeva started to get turned on, her breath was coming in shallower gasps. Sonali ran the fingers of one hand through Reeva’s beautiful hair, while the other slipped down and took one of Reeva’s hands in her own, and guided it onto one breast.

Reeva and Sonali gasped at the same time. Sonali was now boldly caressing Reeva’s breasts, the nipples prominent, and Sonali could feel her own pussy getting wet. Reeva had started to pant and groan quietly.

Sonali kissed Reeva hard on the mouth; it was a kiss burning with lust and passion, and Reeva returned it with vigor. Sonali dipped her head down and took Reeva’s right nipples into her mouth, tonguing it. Reeva closed her eyes, overwhelmed with all the sensations coursing through her, she didn’t open them again until she felt the weight shift on the bed and found Sonali kneeling over her, a knee on each side of her hips while her mouth was still busy teasing her breasts and nipples.

Putting her hands on the inside of Reeva’s thighs, Sonali urged them apart exposing her slit. Reeva began to quiver at the sensation of Sonali running her fingers lightly over and around her cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!!” she moaned out loud.

Sonali meanwhile had speeded up her actions with both her mouth and hands. Reeva clutched her head to her bosom, guiding Sonali’s lips from breast to breast. As Sonali continued to run her fingers around Reeva’s slit she would lightly probe inside before drawing her fingers out, and let lightly rub and flick her clit, bringing Reeva closer and closer to her release. Reeva whimpered unashamedly at the teasing.

Sonali pulled her face away from Reeva’s breasts and moved down her body, kissing every part of her until she reached her crotch. Grabbing her bountiful ass, she was pleased to note Reeva’s shudder as her breath ran over her glistening slit.

Sonali pulled on Reeva’s ass, and brought her sopping pussy into contact with her face. Sonali flicked out a tongue and caught Reeva right on her clitoris.

“Owhhhh!!” groaned Reeva.

The teasing driving her insane with lust just as Sonali intended. Reeva bucked her hips to try bringing her burning crotch in contact with Sonali’s mouth. A growing chorus of pants and groans escaping her lips. Reeva struggled to retain her control, but Sonali’s tongue felt unbelievable.

“Ohh, Ohhh, Owwwh!!” Gasped Reeva.

Sonali moved her tongue and lips all over Reeva’s leaking pussy slit pulsing, flicking her gaziantep escort over her clitoris one second, edging between her passion swallow labia the next. Reeva had shed any attempts to control her voice, all that mattered was her growing pleasure; all that mattered was to find release from this happy torture!

Sonali was enjoying herself too, she loved the power she felt over Reeva, she loved the whimpers that she was eliciting from her. She inhaled Reeva’s aroused aroma deeply, she licked and licked, probing her tongue into Reeva’s vagina one second, strumming light then hard against Reeva’s clitoris the next. She loved her face being smeared with Reeva’s love juices.

Reeva could hardly see; the passion was unbearable. She tried to reach her release but Sonali kept her on the edge which was heightening her pleasure exquisitely, as she was not able to simply surrender to the sensations. Sonali finally slid to fingers into Reeva’s cunt. It went in easily; Reeva was sopping wet. Sonali flicked her tongue over Reeva’s engorged clit at rapid speed, then licked her labia.

“AhhHHH!!!” Reeva, nearly screamed at the exquisite torture. Grabbing her own breasts, she started to squeeze and maul her nipples, in a desperate attempt to increase her pleasure and achieve release.

Sonali eased up then, she was determined to make Reeva beg for release. Reeva’s groans of disappointment were music to her ears. She was bucking her cunt filled with Sonali’s fingers filling her up, producing a massive wave of pleasure. Sonali returned to her task of teasing Reeva’s clitoris.

“Oh, Sonali, Sonali, make me come! Come on, suck my clit! yes, ohh, yesss!” Urged Reeva.

Trying to hold Sonali’s head in place, but Sonali had an agenda of her own, stopping at that point, she pulled her head back, looked up, and smiled at Reeva. Sonali slowly pushed a third finger inside.

“Ohh” moaned Reeva, her frustration already unbearable. She was yet to come even as she felt herself tethering on the edge of a massive orgasm.

“Pleasseee!!” Whimpered Reeva.

“Please what?” asked Sonali, innocently.

“Please fuck me!” exclaimed Reeva, her voice catching with the pleasure.

Sonali winked at Reeva, and timed a savage push of the fingers while flickering of her pink tongue over Reeva’s steamy clitoris.

“AHHHHOOWW!!” was Reeva’s unavoidable response.

Sonali then brought her fingers slowly out; feeling Reeva’s cunt trying to hold on to it, trying to suck them back in.

“Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, owww!, please, please! make me come!” Reeva begged Sonali.

Sonali paused to lick Reeva slit, before pumping her fingers it back into Reeva’s wet vagina; setting up a steady rhythm.

“Oh yes! yes! Don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m nearly there, YES, YES! Oooowww Noooo!” This last cry being caused by Sonali removing her fingers again.

“Do you really want to come?” she asked.

“Yes, oh YES” panted Reeva, her faced bathed with sweat.

Sonali leaned forward and flicked Reeva’s clit with her tongue. This caused Reeva to jump and moan. Sonali flicked again, and Reeva moaned urgently.

“Make me come, you tease.” Reeva nearly screamed.

Sonali stopped to ask, “Are you sure?”

“OF COURSE, I’M SURE!” Reeva cried.

Sonali smiled to see her friend so hot for it, “Say please, then.”

“Ohh, please, Please, please!! PLEASE!!!” Reeva begged.

Finally deciding to give her friend desired, Sonali licked and sucked on her clitoris with more than enough force to send Reeva over the top.

“AAAHHHHOOOOOWWW!!” was Reeva’s satisfied howl, her body bucking with pleasure and release her back arched as she orgasmed, finally after what seemed like minutes she eventually collapsed back on the bed, spent, her entire body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her breathing heavy as she tried to catch her breath.

*****

Jina stared at the vision in front of her.

Nikita was reclining, seductively, on her bed. Her gorgeous dark skin contrasting with the white of the bedsheet, wearing an oversized t-shirt she looked back at Jina, standing in the bathroom’s doorway.

“Nikita…what are you doing here?” asked Jina.

“Don’t act surprised.” said Nikita, “We both know this is where we were headed from the moment, we laid eyes on each other.”

Jina could only nod in agreement at the truth of her words. Running her eyes over the blushing woman, Nikita took in her sexy bedtime attire. Silk short shorts under a button up silk pajama top, her braless breasts starting to announce her rising arousal.

“Good, now get in here.” said a smiling Nikita.

Crawling on to the bed, Jina lay down next to Nikita. Her aroused nipples making visible bumps in her thin top, she could already smell the musky scent of her Nikita’s arousal mixed with her own. The two women cuddled together running their hands lightly over each other’s body, but still hesitant on how to start what was sure to giresun escort be a mind-blowing sexual encounter.

Taking the lead, Nikita kissed Jina on the mouth her tongue fluttering against her lips which immediately opened to give her access to her mouth. As they kissed went on the two women’s passion increased exponentially until they were wildly running their hands over each other bodies, moaning and gasping as they tried to fondle every part of the other woman’s body that they could reach.

Nikita broke the kiss for a moment to take off her shirt, exposing her nude body, and went back to kissing Jina, their tongues colliding and writhing endlessly, feverishly. Rising to her, Nikita reached down and pulled off Jina’s shorts to reveal her damp slit. Giving a quick kiss on her naked belly Nikita eagerly thrust her face into Jina’s crotch, parting Jina’s labia with her fingers and then thrusting into her clit with her tongue.

Jina gasped, her body gyrating as Nikita licked her crotch, the gorgeous woman pushed her hips fully into Nikita’s face as she pulled her top over her head. The two of them were now fully nude. Jina’s nude body writhed around Nikita’s face as her tongue probed her lover’s genitals with forbidden intimacy. Jina ran her hands across her body, her movements as sensuous as water as she ran her fingers down her many curves.

Jina shuddered loudly as Nikita enveloped more of her snatch into her mouth, the sudden overload of bliss in her mind threatening to take her off balance. Nikita gripped Jina’s buttocks and pulled them towards her probing tongue, taking it further up Jina’s hot cunt. Nikita coated the walls of her lover’s canal with saliva while sucking hungrily on her labia, desperately longing for the moment when sweet ambrosia would flow out.

Jina cried out hoarsely as she felt her insides tighten until she orgasmed. She screamed out her lust with an endless series of wails, her pussy burning with pleasure as hot honey poured out. Nikita lapped up every sweet droplet, tugging gently at Jina’s fleshy petals to get more. Nikita smacked her lips as Jina’s quaking orgasm finally receded and propped herself on top of Jina and proceeded to suck on her right breast.

“Unnhhh…mmm…yes…more…more…” moaned Jina, Nikita made love to her breasts.

Nikita took as much of Jina breast in her mouth as possible and applied maximum suction as she pulled back her head Jina’s breast elongated until just her nipple was trapped inside Nikita’s mouth. Nikita lashed Jina’s sensitive nipples with her tongue then bit on it.

“Uugghhh…” Jina moaned as Nikita made love to her breasts.

Grabbing Nikita’s head Jina pushed it into her breast as she writhed below her, the feeling being generated in her body by Nikita blocking out everything else. Jina’s eyes went wide in surprise as she felt a finger enter her slit, to be joined with another one. As Nikita started to pump her hand in and out of her Jina moaning reached a new fervor.

“Yes…yessss…fuck me…fuck me…harder…harder…” she screamed as a third finger entered her cunt.

Letting go off Nikita’s head Jina grabbed onto the head board as the speed and power of Nikita’s arm increased. Jina’s felt her entire body shake with the power of Nikita’s thrusts. She stared down her gleaning body to the sexual demoness between her legs, watched her arm push her fingers inside her, her eyes locked onto her own a wildness that matched her own reflected there.

From between Jina’s legs, Nikita looked into her eyes. Playing with Jina’s body she pushed her arousal higher and higher, bringing her other hand to her crotch she started to rub her aroused clitoris, the added simulation was too much for Jina, who once again writhed in orgasm.

“Ahhh…ugghhh…holy fuck…holy fuck…” she screamed out as she orgasmed.

Jina body snapped up in a sitting position even as she continued to orgasm and leak her vaginal juices all over Nikita’s hand. Nikita grabbed Jina by the back of her neck even as her other hand remained in her crotch, three fingers jammed into her slit while her thumb manipulated her clit.

“Ohh…stop…don’t stop…ugghhhh…make me come…holy fuck.” moaned Jina.

Feeling the contractions of another orgasm as Jina slit tightened on her hand Nikita leaned forward and kissed Jina, driving her tongue deep into her mouth.

“Mmmfff…mmmmm…” moaned the two lusty women.

As Nikita curled her fingers inside Jina, her fingertips scratched against her g-spot, pushing Jina over edge into a third, but much less powerful orgasm.

“Unhhh…enough…please…no more…” she begged as she came, but her hips continued to thrust into Nikita’s hand.

Finally, Jina fell back exhausted on the bed, her entire body covered in sweat after the three back-to-back orgasms seemingly wiping her out. Nikita slowly pulled her fingers out of Jina’s slit, licking her palm to capture her vaginal honey, she lay next to Jina and ran her still coated fingers over her pouty, lips coating them with a fine film of Jina’s own juices.

Nikita offered her fingers to Jina who eagerly opened her mouth and proceeded to lick the fingers clean, tasting herself on Nikita’s fingers.

“That was incredible.” she said, after finally catching her breath.

This is the fifth story in a series. I think it stands on its own, but I think it is better if read with the others.

I have found someone to help me edit the first four stories, and has promised to show me how to post them as chapters… The future is bright.

If you enjoy the story I hope you will comment.

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“We’re only going to stay with my parents tonight.”

Annie had been looking out the window. Their seats were on the river side of the train, and Michele had given her the window seat, she had been lost in the passing view. Annie had been watching the neon pinks and fluorescent oranges of the sunset fading over stone cliffs and trees and water. She could see Michele in the reflection of the glass, saw that The Stronger Girl was looking down, turned to see that she was looking at her hands, that they were twisting in her lap.

“My parents can’t know, but we are going to stay with my brother David tomorrow night.”

Annie watched The Stronger Girl, seeing that she was struggling with something; unsure what to say or do, how she might help. She wanted to reach out and take her hands, calm their struggle, but wasn’t sure how The Stronger Girl would react. Annie was afraid that if she touched her right now that she would push her away. It had been this way since Michele had gotten the call from her parents.

…

The week had started off well. The girls had gotten up together early Monday morning. Michele had been in good spirits, talkative even. After cleaning up they had scooped up Nancy and all three had breakfast together in the dining hall, attracting a small crowd of other students. Jill, her favorite sourpuss, a funny boy named Bradley from her lit course – who also knew Nancy (of course) – Shawn the giant boy from Film Club and a couple girls Annie had never met, but seemed nice.

Nancy and Michele had seated her between them again, which Annie liked, and she’d enjoyed the company more generally, but had been the first to leave, having been the only one to have made the mistake of signing up for an early Monday class.

The day had gone by in a blur. Nancy had found her at dinner, and after eating together they’d walked together back to their rooms and studied on Annie’s bed till Michele had gotten in from the library looking tired.

Nancy had made her exit and Annie, who was as tired as Michele looked, had been happy to crash early. The two of them talking in the dark a little, but not much, and about nothing at all. Annie had watched for Michele for an opening; that she might make some sign, or say something – but she didn’t. And even as tired as she was, Annie had felt disappointed. She had lain in the dark imagining going to Michele, kneeling beside her bed and begging to lick her. She felt herself getting wet as she imagined saying nothing, just quietly slipping under The Stronger Girl’s sheets, of eating her out in the muffled darkness of her covers. But Annie had been afraid she would reject her – didn’t even touch herself, scared Michele would hear; that she would disapprove. As she fell asleep she had thought about how much she had given herself over to the other girl’s pleasure.

Tuesday had been warm, so warm it seemed almost like a holiday. The whole college was out on the quad studying, visiting, playing games, or just enjoying the sun. Annie had eaten her lunch on the lawn and managed to get sunburned on her nose and cheeks, which Michele thought was very cute and she and Nancy had made a great fuss over salving the burn with creams that night. Again Annie had hoped The Stronger Girl would act. She imagined Michele grabbing her; forcing Annie – but again nothing. And again, Annie had been too afraid to initiate anything herself.

Wednesday night Annie had gone to the Film Club with Nancy, and had had a nice time. As promised Nancy had gotten Shawn to back off (“But please don’t make him feel bad,” Annie had asked – not wanting to hurt the giant boy’s feelings). They had watched Fritz Lang’s “M”, with Peter Lorre, which Annie had never seen and enjoyed. Afterwards Donald, the club’s faculty advisor, had led a discussion of the film, which she had found less engaging, but mostly because she was distracted.

She had known that Michele had her trail run with the Cross Country club that afternoon. The week before she had stayed out with them and come back to the room drunk. Michele had stripped and masturbated, had let Annie touch her, but it had ended terribly, with Michele in sobbing inconsolably. While the others talked about the film, Annie wondered what might happen later that night; fantasized about it. She realized that she had been fantasizing about it for days.

When she got back to the room it was dark, Michele’s clothes were scattered where she had left them before her run. Annie started to pick them up and fold them, then stopped herself, wondered at what she was doing, but couldn’t stop herself.

When she had finished cleaning up The stronger Girl’s things, she spent a half hour going diyarbakır escort over her class materials for the next day, got cleaned up for bed, and when she got back to the room, turned off the lights but left the shades open for Michele. Annie had then stripped naked and climbed into bed.

She had felt charged lying in the dark naked – she had never done that before – it was sexy and exciting and daring, but more than a little bit scary. She touched herself a little, but just to feel her fingertips on her body. She ached for Michele, but was still making up for an exhausting weekend, and had fallen asleep. Annie woke up to the crash of Michele dropping her keys and light spilling in from the hall.

Michele swore softly, let the door close and kicked her keys across the floor; swearing again. Annie watched through slit eyes as The Stronger Girl, bent double, pawed the floor for her keys in the dark and then gave up. Swaying slightly she stood again in the doorway, perhaps gathering herself. Annie listened then as she grunted and huffed; kicking off her shoes and struggling with her jacket.

Annie took a deep breath, stood and walked to The Stronger Girl. With shaking hands she’d reached carefully around Michele to lock the door before helping her with her jacket.

“You’re naked,” The Stronger Girl said as Annie worked the sleeves off her wrists.

“Yes,” Annie agreed, her breath shaking; remembering the rejection of the week before, remembering the tears, the icey days of silence that followed. Taking Michele’s shirt by the hem she began lifting it, the touch of The Stronger Girl’s hard lean flanks against her hands made Annie feel tiny and weak. Michele had raised her powerful arms obediently and bent over at the waist so Annie could pull it off. She smelled of whiskey and the cold sweat of her run. As Annie pulled the sports bra over her bent head, she inhaled the scent of her; went soft with it. She took Michele by the hand – again, her hand’s had felt so small and frail by comparison – and backed towards the middle of the room, standing Michele between their beds.

She reached for the waistband of her track pants. Pushing them down, Annie told her “Hold on to my shoulders,” and knelt before The Stronger Girl. On her knees Annie had been able to take a deep shuddering breath, as Michele leaned on her for support relief washed over her.

Michele swayed but held tight to Annie as she freed her ankles.

“Good,” she told Michele, and reached up to pull down her shorts and panties.

“Careful,” she cautioned as she freed Michele from them. They smelled musky. Annie stood on her knees, her lips so close to Michele’s lips, the smell was much now stronger, more intense. She looked up at The Stronger Girl, catching her by the hips as Michele staggered a step to the side.

“You should lay down,” Annie told her.

“No,” her voice crisp, “you lay down,” Michele ordered her.

Annie slid up onto her bed. Thinking of how The Stronger girl had bound her arms above her head with her t-shirt and ridden her face, she stretched out as long as she could, her arms over her head, squeezing her shoulders together, her hands locked, fingers laced. Her whole body was shaking with excitement.

“Like this?” she asked quietly.

Michele said nothing; climbed over Annie, straddled her face, but rather than facing the same way she had before, The Stronger Girl kneeled, facing Annie’s feet. As she lowered herself, Annie craned her neck to meet her, putting out her tongue and licking Michele’s already open and wet channel.

“No,” Michele told her sternly as she rolled her hips, “you fucking eat the ass.”

Annie had been shocked by the swearing, the coarseness of the order, the crudeness of the command. Shocked into obedience. Humiliated by her zeal, she ate Michele’s ass.

…

The call came Thursday afternoon. It was Nancy’s roommate Leslie who came to get Michele. She and Annie had a class together, but Annie didn’t count Leslie as a friend, and really never had. Annie knew she and Nancy didn’t get along, and for that reason alone Annie would have been weary of her. But she hadn’t liked Leslie from the first moment they had met, hadn’t trusted the way Leslie had treated her. In any case it was Leslie who came and got Michele. But when The Stronger girl headed down the hall to the phone Nancy’s roommate had lingered.

…

Drying herself off after her shower that past Saturday Annie had overheard Leslie and another girl who lived on their floor named Clare, gossiping just outside her stall.

“…Charlie’s Angels?” Clare had barked.

“I don’t know what’s going on there. I think they’re throuple,” Leslie had told the laughing girl in a conspiratorial voice. “And the little one, what a fucking space cadet.”

The two girls had then gone on to exchanging a seemingly endless series of “dumb blonde” jokes. Laughing and egging each other on.

Annie had hidden in the shower for as edirne escort long as she could, but finally she was too cold and too hungry to wait any longer and had had to step out of the stall behind them.

The girls were laughing and doing their faces in the mirror, but seeing Annie emerge in the reflection they had frozen, looking horrified.

“It was just-” Clare had begun. “We didn’t mean anything.”

“It’s ok,” Annie had said to them smiling, “I didn’t get any of them anyway,” and had made her exit.

…

Standing there nervously in her open door Annie had studied Leslie for the first time really. She wasn’t an ugly girl, a little out of shape and a bit of an awkward frame, but she had lovely red hair, bright green eyes, her face covered in golden freckles – which Annie thought were beautiful. She wore an expression that Annie found off putting however. Like she was perpetually just about to laugh at how dumb something was. Even standing there, anxiously trying to decide if or what she was going to say to Annie, she’d looked like she was on the verge of sneering.

“I’m really sorry about Saturday,” she told Annie. “I’m not sure how long you were listening…”

Annie had struggled with whether or not to tell Michele and Nancy about the gossip, and had decided not to. She was less worried about Nancy, who she imagined would just brush it off. She was more afraid of how Michele might react. Not that she would get angry and confront Leslie and Clare, but that she might get scared and withdraw from Annie again.

“They’re just jokes,” she told Leslie. “I know they don’t mean anything.”

Leslie looked relieved and smiled, but the contempt was still there in her expression. Perhaps she felt like she was pulling something over on Annie, that she had gotten away with something.

‘Or maybe that’s just her face’ Annie had thought.

Annie and Michele had been assigned each other as roommates, but only because they were both new, transferring in their second year. Nancy and Leslie were in their second year as well, but they had both come in as freshmen. They should have had the opportunity to choose whoever they wanted to room with. Nancy had so many friends, it seemed more than odd to Annie that she had gotten stuck with Leslie as a roommate.

“Good. Yeah good,” Leslie agreed with a mirthless guffaw before turning away. “Just jokes.”

When Michele came back from the phone her face was tight, her jaw locked.

“Would you like to spend the weekend with me in the city?” She had asked Annie. She had made a face, something between a smile and a grimace. “My parents are in town and asked if I’d like to invite you. They’re curious to meet you, I think – I mean they are. I know they are, I mean.”

Annie had been surprised. Not by the invitation, but the idea that Michele had spoken to her parents about her. She thought about her phone calls with her mother. How much she told her about Michele over the past two months – so much that she had decided not to discuss Michele unless her mother asked about her first. Somehow she had never imagined The Stronger Girl might have spoken to her parents about her though.

“They’ll take us to a show,” Michele promised, “and the hotel will be nice, it always is,” she’d promised.

‘Sweetening the pot,’ Annie thought. She realized with a start that Michele was nervous.

She had of course agreed to go; telling Michele how much she’d like to meet her parents, doing her best to put The Stronger Girl at her ease.

They had packed their bags that night. Nancy, who peeked in on them in passing, had invited herself to help when she saw what they were doing, and sat with them as they picked out what they should wear; pressing Michele for details about her family.

Annie had known Michele’s father was an executive for Coca-Cola and that they lived outside of Atlanta, where Michele had grown up. But it turned out Michele’s parents were much older than Annie’s mother. She had known The Stronger Girl had three older brothers, but not that they were all in their thirties, that the oldest was 36 and was married,

“I was an ‘oopsie’,” Michele had explained. “And in some ways an only child – the boys were just so much older.” Annie thought she sounded a little sad, about being a mistake, but also about being separate.

Nancy asked if they were strict. The way she asked, made Annie think Nancy’s parents must have been very strict. She thought about how strict her mother was, how harsh she could be.

“My brothers say they were really strict,” Michele told her, “so you’d think they would have been twice as hard on me, but they weren’t. I think the boys had worn them down. By the time I came around they were pretty relaxed, or totally exhausted – depending on who you ask. My brother David says I was raised like a cat, that they made sure I was fed and clothed and housed, but was allowed to roam as much as I liked, and pretty much do whatever I wanted.”

When edirne escort bayan Nancy asked what she thought they would be doing that weekend, Michele had said her mother mentioned the ballet. “They are very conservative,” she explained. “Most of the whole family is.”

Nancy had shot Annie a worried glance. But it had lasted just an instant – a spark of an expression – and then Nancy’s face was lit with excitement at the prospect of what they should wear to the ballet. It had taken two hours, involving a deep exploration of all three of their wardrobes, and multiple “fittings”. But Annie had been happy to see that it had distracted Michele from whatever anxiety she had about the visit. The Stronger Girl had whined and complained, but had happily tried on all the outfit combinations Nancy had handed her; had laughed and cheered as Annie had tried on hers. Michele had relaxed, and for a time all the tightness had gone from her face. Annie had marveled at Nancy’s ability to put The Stronger Girl at ease

“She upped the game,” Michele had told Annie with a smile as she was climbing into bed that night.

…

“Oh look at you two!” Michele’s mother exclaimed when she saw them. Even warned, Annie was surprised by how thick her southern accent was – since Michele had none.

“It gets stronger when she’s nervous,” Michele had told her as they walked towards them down the platform.

“Oh my goodness! You are even prettier than Michele said you are,” she told Annie, as she squeezed her hands. “Oh, and that is such a beautiful coat!”

Annie had taken Nancy’s counsel (not that she had had much choice really) and opted for style over comfort. She had left her wonderfully warm new parka behind and instead wore her dress coat. A long black wool vintage coat that fit her arms and chest snugly and flared at the waist with a Burberry scarf that Nancy had loaned her. She had on a black mini dress that her mother had bought her for a wedding two summers before. It fit tight across Annie’s small breasts – the way her mother liked – and, after a year and a half, was a little shorter than Annie liked, but it was pretty. It had short sleeves, black buttons down the front, and a large white “Peter Pan” collar. Nancy had put her in white hose and her little black round toed wing tips. She knew she looked little-girly, that that’s why Nancy and Michele had dressed her that way; the naughtiness of it.

Even if the outfit wasn’t what she would have chosen for herself, she had enjoyed the other girl’s attention, as they dressed and undressed her repeatedly – like a doll. Annie’s only real contribution to the ensemble were two small hair clips that she’d placed at either side of her hairline; each sporting a small red silk knot.

“Like little horns,” she’d had thought.

Nancy had put Michele’s hair in French braid that morning. She was wearing a pale trench coat with black ribbon piping that made it look like a drawing of a trench coat. She wore it over a lovely black pleated chiffon “parasol” dress that Nancy had been very excited about when she saw it, which made Annie think it must be expensive. It was beautiful, with a chaste scoop neckline and a small shall-like cape – that both hid and accented Michele’s breasts. But Annie was most excited about Michele’s thigh high stockings and 4 inch heels, picturing herself kneeling between them.

Michele had done Annie’s makeup on the platform while the two of them waited for the train. The tightness in The Stronger Girl’s face was back, the lock of her jaw as well.

Michele’s parents were both tall and elegant in their evening wear and both had both thick silver white hair. Perhaps noticing Annie’s attention, her mother said, “I gave up dying it, not long after Michele was born,” she’d explained. “It was the boys…” touching her hair. “They did it to me.”

“It’s lovely ma’am,” Annie smiled, touching a lock of her own short white blonde hair in sympathy. Annie wore it in what she thought of as an ’emergency pixie cut’ after a recent experiment with bangs gone terribly wrong. She missed having long hair.

“You are just too wonderful Annie, like a little doll,” her mother had gushed, taking her by the shoulder and following Michele and her father who were leading the way.

Annie smiled up at her, thinking of Michele, drunk and swearing, refusing to let Annie lick her pussy and grinding her asshole into Annie’s mouth instead. Ordering her to lick it and fuck it. Thought of the way she had held onto Annie’s pussy the whole time. At first Annie thought she was going to finger her; had tried humping against the heel of The Stronger Girl’s hand. Then Annie had come to suspect that Michele was just supporting herself, the way she bore down on it, like a handle. But finally Annie had decided it wasn’t that, that there was something else happening.

‘She had held it so possessively,’ Annie remembered.

They had taken a cab to an early supper. Annie in the middle, between Michele and her mother, Michele’s father sitting up front with the Driver. The restaurant looked like a very fancy brasserie; lots of tile and glass, mirrors and bottles; white linen and polished brass everywhere. Her parents ordered cocktails and were pleased when Annie chose a Sancerre and the waiter began to speak with her in French.

Kerri was apprehensive about her first day a university. Truth known, Kerri was full of apprehension, self-consciousness, insecurities and other, less than positive, emotions. If you were to meet her, you would have no idea that any of this was true. She was a petite, reasonably attractive nineteen-year-old from a middleclass conservative family. She made the dean’s list all four years of high school and won a full academic scholarship to college. Something that greatly pleased her parents.

She was in her 2010 Mini Cooper as she turned into the student parking lot for the Wilkerson dorm for the first time. She retrieved two boxes from the rear seat and headed toward dorm room 218, her home for the foreseeable future.

As she slowly made her way down the second-floor hallway, she found herself dodging an obstacle course of other girls. What surprised her most was that they all seemed to be in various stages of undress to be out in such a public area. The dress code of the day seemed to be mostly midriff t-shirts advertising one sports team or another and panties.

Twice, Kerri bumped into girls while her head was turned looking at other girls going the opposite direction. A tall, long legged blonde pressed a hand against Kerri’s boxes to prevent yet another collision. Kerri looked at her, her mouth slightly ajar, startled by the site before her. The girl was a uniquely beautiful creature by anyone’s measure.

“Heavy traffic today.” She said. The words landed sultry at Kerri’s ears. She nodded. “What room?” The girl asked.

“218.” Kerri finally managed to say.

“Well, you are in luck.” The girl said.

Caught a bit off guard, Kerri asked. “What?”

“218.” She said. “Your room? It’s right here.” She tapped the door to Kerri’s left.

“Sure.” Kerri saw the numbers on the door. “Thanks.” She added as she realized her arms were full of boxes and her key was in her pocket.

“Where is it?” The girl asked.

“What?” Kerri said.

“Your key.” The girl said.

“Oh.” Kerri blinked twice trying to focus. “My pocket.” She said, tilting her head to her right to indicate which pocket.

The girl moved up close, pressing Kerri against the hallway wall. Her fingers were in Kerri’s pocket before she could object. The girl’s fingers were wiggling around searching for the key ring. When they reached the bottom, the girl let her fingers rub along Kerri’s mound and the layers of denim was doing little to dull the sensation.

The girl was watching Kerri all the while. “Got it.” She finally said and slowly extracted the key ring, holding it out, letting it dangle from a slender finger. “Allow me.” She said and used the key to unlock the door. When it was open, she waited for Kerri to enter. She followed behind her, closing the door.

Kerri let the heavy boxes flop onto the bed. “I’m Mia.” The girl offered. “I’m a junior this year.”

Kerri sat down next to the boxes. She nodded. “A fresh.” She offered. Mia was wearing a tee that had the bottom third cut off in a jagged way. Kerri was sure that if Mia raised her hands over her head, her breasts would show.

“I figured.” Mia said. “We call first years, Freshies.” She grinned at Kerri. “You should know.” Mia said. “There are rules here. The Wilkerson Rules.”

“Like what?” Kerri asked. Mia was standing there with her legs apart far enough that there was a clear void between those legs right up to her crotch. She too was wearing only thin silk panties.

“Rule 1, Freshies have to pay their dues.” Mia said.

“I don’t understand.” Kerri said.

“You will.” Mia said. “I knew you were special when I saw you bumping into everyone in the hallway.”

“I’m not special.” Kerri said.

“I think you are or at least you can be.” Mia said.

“I should get the rest of my things from my car. Get my room organized.” Kerri said.

“Rule two.” Kerri said. “Once you are spoken for, you are off limits.”

“Excuse me?” Kerri asked.

Mia walked over to where Kerri sat. She leaned forward and slipped her hands under Kerri’s arms, pulling her up. She ran the fingers of her right hand along Kerri’s jaw. Over her chin. Her thumb traced her lips. “Don’t pull back.” She whispered. When Mia’s lips touched Kerri’s, it felt like and electrical shock. But Kerri remained there, not withdrawing.

“You see.” Mia said, “Special.”

Kerri was frozen in space. Not able to speak. “IF anyone approaches you. Anyone at all.” Mia said. “Just say, talk to Mia.”

Kerri finally just managed a nod. Mia kissed her again. It lasted, a sensuous soft kiss. As she did, her hand found Kerri’s and Mia brought Kerri’s hand to her silk covered mound. When Kerri felt her fingers touch the girl’s sex, she flinched. “I said not to pull back.” Mia waited.

Kerri’s fingers returned to her without assistance. Kerri’s hand cupped Mia’s pussy. Her fingers pressed against her labia. She could feel the heat from beneath the silk covering.

And just like that, Mia released her. She çorum escort was a different person. Matter of fact. “I need to get on with things. You should finish you unpacking.” She said.

Kerri nodded.

“I’ll stop by later. Maybe after dinner?” Mia said.

It took only a couple of hours for Kerri to bring up the remaining items in her car and to put clothes away and arrange the room as best she could. She did all this without being able to get Mia out of her mind. When she had finished, she found herself lying on the bed. Her eyes closed and unknowingly unbuttoning the top of her jeans. That kiss was so erotic. So unexpected and yet strangely welcome.

When she thought about her fingers caressing that girl’s sex, she slid her hand down inside her own jeans. Yearning to experience that same feeling. To sense the heat from a girl’s sex again. She began rubbing herself with nothing separating her fingers from her pussy but a thin layer of cotton.

But Mia had silk panties. Kerri so wanted to rush out and buy herself silk panties. She just knew they would feel soft and cool and so erotic. She worked her jeans down below her knees and pushed her knees out wide. Her hand defied the cotton barrier as it slipped beneath it. Her fingers now with full access to her pussy. She felt hot between her legs. She was wet, more wet than the few times she dared do this before.

As she rubbed over her still hooded clitoris, she could feel it awakening. One, two fingers in her vagina. “Oh, fuck,” She said out loud. There was a knock at the door. She struggled to pull up her jeans and get off of the bed. She buttoned up and she went to the door as she tried to straighten her hair. That is when she noticed the aroma of sex on her fingers.

When the door opened, Kerri was face to face with the tallest woman she had ever seen.

“Hi.” She said. “I am Adrian. I am the dorm Steward. Can I come in?” She said this and simply entered the room without waiting for an answer. The rumpled bed was the first thing she noticed. She turned and smiled at Kerri. “Getting comfortable in your new digs I’m guessing?”

“I….” Kerri started.

Adrian waved her hand. “No matter.” She smiled at Kerri. “I heard you were approached by Mia.” Adrian spent a few seconds observing Kerri. “I’m not surprised.” She said. “you are certainly her type.”

“Excuse me?” Kerri said.

Adrian sat down on the bed. “Naive.” She explained. “Come here.” She patted the bed beside her.

Kerri just stood there.

“Look.” Adrian said. “The girls from the upper-classes can be a little demanding but really, you could do a lot worse than Mia.” She patted the bed again. “I don’t have all day.”

She said that with enough authority that Kerri began to move closer. Finally, she sat down beside Adrian. Adrian placed a finger under Kerri’s chin and turned her face so that see was looking directly at Adrian. “I am the boss. Period.” She said. “Those girls will divide up all of the newbies of which you are one and they will spend the next semester teaching you what’s what.” She put her hand around the back of Kerri’s neck. She pulled the girl close and closed her mouth over Kerri’s. She kissed her long and sensuously, but she was gentle. When her lips left Kerri, she said. “Everyone will come and go except me.”

Kerri watched, confused. The kiss was just an added thing for her to try to understand. She was already aroused by Mia. Then things got worse when she tried to relieve the tensions Mia had caused. Now there was this woman, who was quite pretty but must be nearing forty, setting on her bed and kissing her.

“They will eventually decide who will be with who.” She said. “But know this.” She kissed Kerri again. “None of them will treat you like I will.” She ran her hand over Kerri’s chest and down across her abdomen.

Adrian whispered. “Lay back.”

Kerri’s head was starting to spin. But she found herself slowly reclining as Adrian unbuttoned her jeans. She felt the zipper being lowered and felt Adrian’s hands working the jeans down over her hips. Her knees being lifted one at a time and the jeans being slipped free. Adrian eased off of the bed and Kerri thought she saw her kneeling. Her legs were being pushed aside.

Kerri lifted her head and through blurry eyes, she watched as Adrian thumbed the top of her panties, slowing easing them over her hips and down her legs. She could feel the cool air on her sex.

Adrian looked at Kerri. “They are going to have a lot of sex with you. I, on the other hand, am the only one that will make love to you.”

When Adrian kissed the inside of her thigh, Kerri moaned. She reached down to cover her sex with her hand.

“Don’t do that.” Adrian was smiling but there was an authority to her voice that made Kerri draw her hand back. That was when she felt the first heat of a woman’s breath on her pussy. The soft lips. The wet tongue swiping her from her anus to her clitoris. For the next fifteen minutes, denizli escort Adrian slowly worked the poor girl into a writhing frenzy. She was soaking her bedding. Her ass was off of the bed more than it was on it. Knees in the air, her feet on Adrian’s shoulders. All Kerri could do was enjoy a climax, feel it start to wain and then another would build and explode deep inside her.

She was terrified to look. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed. Her hips worked up and down spontaneously. Her movement were out of her control and so was her verbal responses. She was grunting, moaning, whimpering. Something she never wanted to happen was happening to her.

She was feeling exposed, and used but if she was honest with herself, she never wanted it to end. A fifth orgasm raced through her like electricity when Adrian sucked her clitoris into her mouth and clamped onto it as her tongue lashed at it from within.

Kerri’s head rolled. Her knees jerked. She road it as it seemed to never end. Kerri all but passed out. When she finally opened her eyes, Adrian was returning from the bathroom. She knelt at the edge of the bed again and Kerri pleaded. “No, I can’t, please.”

Adrian gave a soft laugh. “Oh, love, you could. I’m sure of that. I just wish I had time to prove it.” She placed a warm wet cloth on Kerri’s sex. As she held it there, she placed a few soft kissed on Kerri’s abdomen. After a short time, she finished washing the girl, removing all signs of their sex. Everything, that is, except the pervasive musky aroma still filling the room.

Adrian stood and Kerri watched as she unbuttoned her slacks, tucked in her blouse, and straightened herself. “Come.” Adrian said.

“Please.” Kerri said. “I can’t move.” Adrian reached for her hand and pulled her to a sitting position. “Now, get up, love.” She said. “After all, you may have been well fucked, but not thrashed with a willow branch.”

Kerri stood and Adrian wrapped her arms around her. She kissed, a cheek. “You may enjoy eating pussy as much as I do. Who can tell.” She kissed her again. “I can promise you this. That is all you will ever be doing for the girls who will be lining up at your door.”

“Including Mia?”. Kerri asked.

“Especially Mia.” Adrian said. “Not to worry love.” She said. She kissed Kerri full on the lips, her tongue exploring in Kerri’s mouth. “You get bored, you just come see Adrian.” And she was gone.

Kerri was in a stupor. She scanned her room. The bed was a mess, a large wet area where she had lain. The washcloth was on the floor along with her clothes. She gathered her things and went into the shower.

As she showered, she was still mostly in a daze. As she soaped herself, began thinking of Mia and then Adrian and then the tingle between her legs. She could not believe she could be horny after the sex she had just had with Adrian. But she began to rub herself with soapy fingers. Surprisingly, it was not Adrian that was her focus but what Adrian had said. “Mia will make you eat pussy. Who knows, you might just like it.”

Later, the room back in order, bed sheets changed, and a load of laundry done, she was walking around the room with a lit rose scented candle. It was helping.

Kerri was hungry and decided to go down to the cafeteria. As she pulled her door closed, she heard a girl giggle. When she turned to look, a very petite blonde of no more than five feet tall was walking down the hall headed away from her. Kerri was amazed to see that the girl was holding the hand of a very tall woman, Adrian. She tried to be quiet as she started to follow behind them. At the end of the hall, the stairs went to the left and Adrian opened a door to the right. She glanced back at Kerri and smiled. With her arm around the girl’s shoulder, she said. “Deb, say hello to Kerri.”

The girl said “Hi.”

Kerri returned the short greeting. Adrian leaned down and kissed the girl on her cheek and patted her butt. “Go,” She said. “Get yourself undressed.”

Adrian presented a broad smile to Kerri. “A dorm steward’s job is never done.” She winked and went inside.

Kerri watched the door close, and she heard the lock click. She went on down the stairs to find some dinner. she selected a salad and a bowl of vegetable soup. She took her tray to a vacant table and settled in to eat.

Some minutes later, voices caused her to look up. Three girls were entering the cafeteria. One was a blonde she had seen sunbathing on the dorm lawn when she arrived. Another was a tall African American girl who apparently enjoyed having her head shaved. The third was Mia. They all went to the drink counter and each filled a plastic cup with ice and soda. Mia had seen Kerri when she first entered but had made no acknowledgement of that until now. She said something to her friends that Kerri could not hear but then the three of them began waking in her direction. Mia took the chair directly across from Kerri. The blonde sat down to her right. The black düzce escort girl stopped directly behind her and placed a hand on Kerri’s shoulder. “So, this is your choice for the semester?” She asked.

Mia smiled at Kerri. “Yes.” She said. “She is.” She looked at the black girl. “So, hands off.” The black girl moved over behind the blonde. “Fine.” She said. She ran long fingers along the girl’s cheek. Her thumb caressing the corner of her mouth. As Kerri watched, she began easing that thumb into the blonde’s mouth. The blonde was accepting it, sucking on it. The black girl spoke. “I shall take my lovely young friend and we shall go to my room.” The blonde stood up without being asked. “Later.” The black girl said and the two left.

Mia grinned at Kerri. “I hear you had a visit from Adrian.”

Kerri was jolted. Finally, she said. “Why do you say that?”

“Mia leaned forward. She patted Keri’s hand. “I know everything that happens here.” She lifted her hand and softly squeezed it. “Kerri.” She said that rather sternly. Kerri looked at her. “No secrets. Not from me.”

“She just came to my room. She just walked in.” Kerri tried to explain.

Mia grinned. “Yea. That’s what she does.” Mia stood up. “I don’t care if you go see her. Once in a while.” She made a point of adding that.

Kerri nodded as Mia watched her.

“Just don’t let it interfere with us.” She said. “And by us, I do mean you and I.”

Kerri was feeling both intimidated and captivated. She nodded again.

Have you finished your dinner?” Mia asked.

“Yes.” Kerri said.

Mia held out a hand and Kerri stood up. Slowly she walked around close to Mia. “I have a couple of things to do.” She said. “Go to your room.” She brought her hand to Keri’s waist, letting it trace her ribs and over her hip. “light a few candles.” She said.

Kerri nodded.

“Put on some soft jazz, nothing funky. Nice and low.” Mia instructed. “Can you do that?”

Kerri nodded.

Mia’s hand cupped Kerri’s ass cheek. “Will you do that?”

“Yes. Kerri replied.

“Good.” Mia said. “When you finish that, get yourself undressed and wait for me.” She leaned in and kissed Kerri on the lips. She tilted her head toward the door indicating for Kerri to go.

Kerri started to depart when Mia added. “Kerri?” Kerri stopped. “Completely?” She saw Kerri nod as she walked away.

Ten minutes later Mia was deciding if Kerri was sharp enough to remember to leave her door unlocked. She turned the knob. It was. So far so good she thought. When she entered, the room was mostly dark. There was a candle on the small desk and another on the nightstand beside the bed. It was enough to provide a nice silhouette of Kerri. Nude. Laying there. Surely anticipating what was to come for her.

Mia knew Kerri could see and was certainly watching her every move. She used her toe to slip off her sneakers. Crossing her hands, she gripped the bottom hem of her tee shirt and eased it up and over her head. She went slow. Taking the time to straighten and fold her shirt and place it on a chair. She looked toward Kerri and she could see her bright eyes in the dim glow of the candlelight.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid the zipper down. Leaning forward, she wiggled her butt to ease them over her hips. One leg at a time she lifted and slid the jeans free. Again, she smoothed the legs and folded them before placing them on the chair.

She went to the edge of the bed. Her knees pressing against the mattress. She reached out and touched Kerri’s shoulder. “Scoot over here.” She whispered.

Kerri moved to the edge of the bed.

Whispering again. “I like for my lover to take my panties off.” Mia said.

She waited. “It lets me know my girl is.” She paused. “Willing.” She added.

Kerri slowly brought her hand to the elastic in Mia’s panties and began to pull them down. She was in an odd position and she struggled to get them to Mia’s knees. Then Mia offered some assistance by lifting a foot, slipping it free. Kerri let the panties drop, and Mia stepped out of them.

Kerri placed a hand on Kerri’s leg and one on her shoulder. “Back to the center, love.”

Kerri moved back where she was before Mia arrived.

Mia eased onto the bed. She placed a knee on either side of Kerri and lay forward. She brushed some hair from Kerri’s face and brought her lips to hers. They kissed for some minutes. Kerri was responding as Mia had hoped.

Mia set up and took Kerri’s hands, placing them at her sides. “Don’t worry love.” Mia began easing forward, each movement of her knee gaining a couple of inches. “I’m guessing you have never done this before?”

Kerri shook her head.

Mia eased forward until her sex was touching Kerri’s chin. Kerri could smell the same aroma coming from Mia than Adrian had extracted from her. “I am very understanding.” Mia whispered. “Very!” she added and lifted, letting her labia brush over Kerri’s lips.

“Um, um. Wet your lips.” Mia started to ease her pussy forward and back in short slow movements. “Use your tongue.” Mia rubbed her thumb over one of Kerri’s nipples. “Yes. Push it in me.” She increased her tempo slightly and was making longer strokes. “Taste me, love. Taste my essence. Learn how I feel on your tongue, learn my flavors.”

It’s 6:58pm and all seven of us crew are gathered on the large L-shaped sectional in the main salon.

Everyone’s chatting excitedly, trading travel stories and joking casually.

No one I’ve worked with before, I lament. It would have been nice to see at least one familiar face, but then again, it’s an opportunity to build a fresh rapport with a new team.

A moment later, Kathryn breezes swiftly through the door. Still in her civilian outfit, she makes herself comfortable in the only armchair as the crew hushes.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m happy to see that you’ve all made it to France without incident. My name is Captain Kathryn. I’ll be your captain for the next couple of months, and I really look forward to working with each and every one of you.”

No smile. Hmm.

She continues “I’d like to go over two ground rules that I’ve found contribute to successful charters as well as to an overall harmonious experience for us all – and therefore they’re rules that I would like all crew to adhere to.”

“Firstly, you will refer to me as either ‘Captain’ or ‘Captain Kathryn’. Referring to my first name, like you would with each other, is not appropriate and I expect you all to respect this.”

When there are no comments, she goes on.

“Secondly, I expect complete professionalism from my crew at all times. You’re all experienced — by now you know exactly what this means.”

She pauses and looks around the room, but not at me on her far right. God, how I wish I could gaze into those large chestnut eyes again, if only for a second.

“Guests are paying an exorbitant amount of money to charter this vessel, and you’re here to make sure that they have the best possible experience, whether your job falls on the service or maintenance side. As you’re well aware, a large portion of our salaries is made up of tips that we receive at the end of each charter. Not refilling an empty drink, vacuuming crumbs or letting spots accumulate on the windows can mean the difference between a ten thousand and twenty thousand tip.”

Kathryn wasn’t wrong; While we all received a base salary depending on our respective positions, this was supplemented by the tip that was given to us at the end of each individual charter, split eight ways among the crew. Considering that we generally completed fifteen-twenty charters in our three-month stints, the money added up quickly and was the main reason we were all here.

She kept speaking. “The other side of professionalism that I’m referring to is behind bursa escort the scenes. I’m well aware of what goes on.”

Man, this woman gets straight to the point.

“To speak plainly, I fully expect no hanky-panky whenever we’re on charter. When there are guests on this boat, everyone will remain in their own cabins and in their own beds. What you do when the boat is in between charters is your own business — but keep in mind that this isn’t a floating frat or sorority house, and I strongly suggest that if you can’t go three months without a physical connection, this probably isn’t the job for you.”

I was a bit taken aback by Kathryn. Not by her rules; These were all considered basic requests by most captains I had worked with, albeit not put so bluntly. The part that was throwing me off was witnessing this icy side of her. The warm, charming captain I had met just a few hours earlier had been replaced by a stern, almost autocratic woman and I suddenly found her intimidating as I shifted in my seat.

I was also now just noticing something else that was catching me off guard: I was completely turned on by it. The tingly sensations that were firing throughout my body were impossible to ignore.

Jesus, Lucca. You’ve met hundreds of impossibly attractive women. Get your shit together.

I attempt to calm myself as I brush the arousal off. I wasn’t one to get flustered by a pretty face, so what in the actual hell was going on?

“With that being said, does anyone have any questions for me? Comments? Concerns?” Kathryn leans back in her armchair and waits.

Bobby, the Bosun, asks casually, “So, cool if we call you Captain Katie?” with a slight smirk across his face. We all turn to look at him, then at her.

Daggers.

Her face is otherwise expressionless as she replies evenly, “Not if you’re someone that would like to remain on this boat,” which solicits chuckles from the crew. He sinks down a bit into the couch and we once again sit in silence.

“Excellent. Then I think that about does it,” Kathryn says as she stands up. “Lucca and Bobby, make sure that your respective teams are on deck tomorrow by 8am. The boat needs to be prepped for its first charter the following day.” She turns to leave as we nod in unison.

“Oh,” she continues, turning back. “And I’ll be taking everyone out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate the start of our season. Between now and then, and for the majority of our charters, you can find me in the Bridge if anyone needs çanakkale escort anything.” This time, she makes eye contact with me as she turns around to leave again, and I feel my heart skip a beat before she strides away.

Is she inviting me up there? Was she non-verbally asking me to come see her?

I stop myself. Stop reading into things that aren’t there, I scold. God, why am I so obsessed with this woman…?

I’m pulled out of my thoughts as the crew begins to depart.

“Interior crew, please hang back — I’d like to have a chat,” I announce.

I watch Quinn and Willa, the Second and Third Stew, turn around and come sit back down.

“Hi guys, I’m Lucca,” I introduce myself. “I just wanted us to learn a little bit more about each other since we’ll all be working so closely and relying on one another. I’ll start — I’m from California and started as a Third Stew six years ago. I worked my way up through the ranks, and you can do that too if you so choose. Or not — lots of girls find their niche in either the Third or Second Stew role,” I shrug as I go on.

“I’d like to keep a clear line of communication open at all times, so if there are any questions or issues that arise — whether job-related or personal, please come to me first and not to the captain. It’ll be my job to go to her with unresolved issues as a last-case scenario. Otherwise, I’m confident that we will all be able to work well together and have a great charter season,” I say as they both nod.

“Right. Quinn, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself,” as I turn to look at the tanned strawberry-blonde.

She leans forward enthusiastically. “Sure! I’m Quinn, I’m twenty-eight, and I’m from Melbourne,” as was evident from her thick Australian accent. “My favorite things are traveling, sunbathing, and shopping, which I can’t wait to do here in Southern France! Oh, and I recently graduated from Third to Second Stew after my last charter and am so so excited to be more guest-facing!” she adds with a large grin.

Jesus is this girl bubbly. Personally, I’d always found this type of girl to be exhausting to work with. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long three months.

“That’s excellent,” I say with more conviction that I was actually feeling. “I think your personality will do very well in service and I’ll make sure you get that facetime.”

I now turn to look at Willa. “Tell us about you, Willa.”

“Well,” she starts meekly. “I’m twenty-five, I’m from Florida çankırı escort and this will be my second charter as a Third Stew.” She reaches up to adjust the ponytail that’s holding her mousy brown hair before continuing. “I actually really enjoy doing laundry and doing the behind-the-scenes stuff. I haven’t really been out of the United States before since my last charter was just off of Key West, so I’m looking forward to seeing France a little bit,” she admits nervously.

I smile as I try to sound reassuring. “Well, I’m happy to hear your attitude towards laundry because there will be lots of it. And I think you’ll find that once you experience a charter on the other side of the world, you’ll become an addicted yachtie like the rest of us.”

She just nods.

“Ok, so that’s all I have for you guys. You heard Captain — on deck at 8am. You both can start refreshing guest cabins and I’ll be starting with inventory. Until then — have a good rest of your night, ladies.” I say as I start to get up.

I head to my cabin and plop down on my bed as my jet lag begins to become more noticeable. I put in my headphones and stare up at the ceiling.

An image of Kathryn’s face manifests against the white paint. Mere minutes after seeing her, the only thing I can think about is seeing her again.

I try to come up with an excuse to go visit her. Is there something I could need? A question I could ask without sounding incompetent?

Then, it dawns on me: I don’t even know if this woman is into women.

My eyes are wide now, unblinking. Wow.

What is it about gay women that assume every woman they’re attracted to is into women? I question silently.

I replay our interactions in my mind: The handshakes that lingered. The intense eye gazing. That flirty comment. Too many smiles thrown at me to count, which I have yet to see displayed for anyone else. Did I imagine all of this? Am I seeing things that aren’t actually there?

I start second guessing myself now.

You have got to get a grip, I demand. Nothing has happened. Nothing will happen, so it doesn’t even matter if she’s the biggest homo on the planet — this is a professional environment. You heard her speech.

My stomach does an excited flop as I briefly imagine her being the biggest homo on the planet.

And what about a girlfriend? I question myself. This isn’t Hollywood, where every character that the protagonist is into always just *happens* to be single. Even if she were gay — statistically, what are the chances that she’s not in love with someone on land … Someone that loves her?

I instantly feel crushed in a way that I’d never felt by someone I had just met. I close my eyes.

The next sound I hear is the alarm clock on my phone jolting me up out of sleep.

Chapter 3 to follow …

As I reach the door I let out a sigh as I prepared to enter a new chapter of depravity in what my life had become. It all started a few months ago when Susan, the friend of my then best friends boyfriend, invited us to a party. The only catch, I had to be the date for Susan’s cousin Nicole. I never really liked David and not just because he came between me and Kim, my only real friend, he also had a very weird vibe to him. Susan was even worse giving me the feeling she was truly evil and I made sure Kim knew my feelings. If I only knew then how right I was. It was during that charade that Susan told me that Kim had told her my secret, that my parents were the ones who broke into the lab and exposed the government’s research and she would tell the police if I did not play the part of Nicole’s love sick girlfriend, a lesbian with a desire for BDSM and voyeurism.

Thanks to Nicole’s cunning manipulation, my parents and everyone else now thinks I’m a full fledged lesbian with only my tormentor knowing I’m a heterosexual. At the time I was a virgin in every sense of the word, a complete novice when it came to sex never having dated or even kissed a boy. The most ironic thing is I still haven’t, but I’ve given in to the realization that doing anything with a boy is my only first left. Nicole claimed my first kiss and my virginity, leaving virtually nothing in the way of sexual milestones. She had even made me become sexually active with other women, most notability Vicky a hooters waitress, a stripper named April who likes to pretend we are sisters, and Annette a costume and latex loving MILF.

It was when I accompanied Annette to her office that I first met Lisa, her secretary. I was nervous from being in a strange place with the woman I was having a secret sexual relationship with and when Annette introduced us I subconsciously started to assess her sexually, a habit Nicole had instilled on me. I lingered too long on her breasts and Annette noticed my exploring eyes. Believing I was a young lesbian coming out of her shell, Annette interpreted my stare as lust and wanted to see if Lisa would be interested in me as well. Sitting with Lisa I had no intention of starting anything but having been told been told I was a lesbian and my embarrassing infatuation with her breasts the conversation quickly turned to sex. Before I was able to change the subject Lisa saw rope marks on my wrist and believing I was not seeing anyone assumed it was from self bondage. She then admitted her own fascination with the kinky behavior and her desire to try it with a partner, even if it was with another woman.

My hope of turning her down before Nicole found out was dashed when she sent me a short text. “I cannot wait until we get together and share our hobby, I’ll bring the rope :).” With that one text I lost. Deep down I knew I would not be able to keep her a secret. With the control Nicole had over my life and the monitoring Susan did of my cell phone there was no way I could not reveal Lisa to them.

As usual Nicole had taken control, interrogating me about our interaction and directing things to fulfill her own perverted lust. So after a round of texts between Nicole, under my name, and Lisa I’m now at the door of Lisa’s apartment, with a gym bags of tricks, where she should have tied herself to her bed.

Knowing how important that first wow factor is, Nicole made sure I looked perfect. Spending the morning at the salon my makeup was done in a very sultry style and my hair fluffed and teased. Nicole had also chosen a black leather sleeveless dress that zipped up the front and while snug at the hem and shoulders was tight and unyielding throughout making it hard to breath. While uncomfortable, I looked like a tigress stalking her prey, a fitting image of a sexy young dom.

With a shaking hand I reached into the side pocket of the gym bag and pulled out the small earpiece. Tucking it in my ear and hidden under my hair I open my phone and dial the number. Given everything I had to do today this was by far the worst.

“Hello my lesbian slut,” purred Susan. Are you ready for your little adventure?” The sound from the ear piece making Susan sound almost god like.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I snapped back.

“Now that is not a very nice way to respond to your betters,” shot Susan, “especially ones who can destroy your life. You should be excited to get your mouth on another delicious pussy. Remember you are a lesbian slut. Now! Are you ready for your lesbian adventure?”

“Yes miss Susan,” I responded with a fake level of excitement knowing what she could do.

“Good,” continued Susan. “Are you at her door?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Open it,” she commanded.

Reaching out I carefully turn the knob. I had never been to Lisa’s apartment and was not very comfortable about walking into a strange home. Especially not being completely sure it was Lisa’s.

“Lisa?” I squeaked out.

“Alice? Finally, I’m in the bedroom.” responded Lisa, bitlis escort the sexual arousal clear in her voice.

“Mmmm, she sounds like she is very anxious,” laughed Susan. “Now take it slowly. After all this is technically your first date. Let her wait before you make your grand entrance. Start the video so your accommodating girlfriend can watch your performance.”

Susan’s statement felt like a knife. If you enter the apartment of a woman who was tied naked to a bed with the expectation of having sex it is not just a first date. Taking my phone I activated the video link to Nicole. She insisted on watching my whole seduction and requested I broadcast it over video chat. With access to my phone it also meant Susan would be able to see everything as well. Neither Lisa nor Nicole would know Susan was directing me through the hidden earpiece. To both it would look like like I was the one in charge.

“Ok slut, remember you’re an evil lesbian. I want to see you playing the part of an experienced lesbian dom with a sweet straight girl in your clutches. You do have experience right?” laughed Susan. “If you are not convincing or do not get your target pledging her soul to you before you bring her to the greatest orgasm of her life I have some photos your future college classmates will be very interested in seeing.”

The idea of Susan sending erotic photos of me to my future college terrified me. As much as I disliked being intimate with women I had become almost numb to it, making me feel more like an undercover agent than myself. Making sure the camera of my phone stuck out of the side pouch of the gym bag I put a smirk on my face and strutted into the bedroom. My facade cracked the moment I approached the bedroom. “Wow,” escaped my lips as I saw Lisa naked and tied spread eagle just as Nicole had requested.

“Wow indeed,” laughed Susan. “How many guys would kill to be in your place? I mean having a woman you just met tied naked to a bed waiting for you to do with her what you will. How do you find them? Now place the camera so we get a good view of the show.”

‘Yes,’ I thought to myself. ‘How did I get into this mess?’ Looking around I spot a dresser to the left of the bed and place the bag on top.

“Perfect,” stated Susan confirming my placement of the camera. “Now strut like a streetwalker to the far side of the bed and say hello to your newest lover.”

Knowing what Susan wanted, I slowly move to the other side of the bed, never letting my eyes leave Lisa’s body. I scanned her carefully, knowing Nicole could ask me almost anything about her. Naked and tied spread eagle she was completely exposed, her body glistening with sweat. While a little heavyset, Lisa had amazing curves with a shapely hip to ass ratio. A curly bush covered her pubic area with a thick pink string sticking out, hinting something mechanical was adding to her arousal. But what held my attention were her breasts, most likely a large D cup with light pink areolas. They looked amazing as they rose up from her chest and even laying down seemed to defy gravity.

“Well, it looks like you did a very good job tying yourself,” I purred leaning over the bed and caressing the leather restraint securing Lisa’s wrist to the bed. “Can you get out on your own?”

“No, I’m trapped until you release me,” gasped Lisa, her eyes were focused on mine and I could see the lust in them. She was desperate for release and she didn’t care from who or what, she just needed to cum.

“Show time,” barked Susan. “Give her a compliment.”

“You look sexy naked,” I stated knowing her weight was probably making her nervous about being naked, as my fingers danced down her arm. I watched as my bright red nails traced there way to Lisa’s chest and scratched around the base of her breast. Her deep gasp masking my own as my hands slid around her breasts.

I was still getting used to my preferences in women. Being small chested I was always envious and fascinated by larger breasts. Now I got the explore them in all their forms. However it was still the big ones that seemed to hold my curiosity. I wanted to pull my hands away, but I knew that was not an option. Instead I mentally made the most of it as I cupped them and pushed them around. They were so different from my own; soft, round and fleshy. You could feel their weight, almost like gel filled pillows. Lisa let out a gasp when my fingers circled her nipples and she quivered from my touch. I imagined my lips around her nipples, sucking and licking them.

“These are incredible,” I absentmindedly whispered

“I’m so close, please…,” begged Lisa as she arched her back attempting to press her breasts into my hands.

I shook my head clearing out the thought as I pulled my hands away from her breasts. I did not want to fantasize about other women. I’m not a lesbian, no matter what everyone else thought. I like boys, not girls. This is all just an act. However the wetness in my own crotch bolu escort was hard to reconcile with my proclamation. The months of conditioning was making my body react to other women just as if I was attracted to them.

“NO… PLEASE…” whimpered Lisa as she struggled against her bindings. “I was so close!”

“I knew you were a breast girl but wow,” stated Susan. “Any guy who could do that would never be single again.”

I didn’t need Susan to point it out. Even being forced, I was still embarrassed by my infatuation with women’s breasts. And this time I had almost made Lisa orgasm by just playing with hers. The poor girl must have been close to cumming for a long time and just needed a little push. Not good, as Nicole said I needed to keep her on edge for at least 30 minutes. Knowing I needed to slow her down I turned my attention to the pink object sticking out of her pussy.

“You seem to be a little too revved up,” I stated to my captive. “It won’t be much fun if you cum too soon.”

Even with everything I have done, physical contact with another woman’s pussy was still something my mind couldn’t accept. In a way it pushed my fascination with tits and asses. A large amount of female clothing is designed to display a woman’s breasts and the main purpose of a tight pair of pants is to showcase her ass and hips. These were both physical attributes that make women attractive and can be admired by straight women.

But a woman’s vagina is her secret garden. It is the organ that represents sex and is usually hidden from view to all but her lovers. Even in the skimpiest of bikinis a womans tits and ass will be on display but her crotch will still be covered. In the minds of young boys everywhere putting your hand on a woman’s vagina is considered 3rd base and sexual intercourse a homerun. There is no way around it, when I have my mouth on another woman’s pussy we are having sex, scoring a run for the home team.

“What is this little toy,” I enquire as my finger touches the tip of the pink wand.

“It’s called a pleasure mouse,” breathed Lisa, trying to regain her composure. “It’s a vribrator controlled by my cell phone.”

“Very interesting,” chirped Susan. “Have her tell you more.”

“What a fascinating little toy,” I responded. “You have a little mouse to play in your pussy.”

“Oh I love that,” echoed Susan in my head. “Tell her she is your pet pussy cat.”

“So if you enjoy playing with a mouse that makes you a pussy cat. Are you willing to be my pet kitty,” I stated following Susan’s directive as I twisted the little stem around.

“Yes,” moaned Lisa as she tried to move her hips to enhance the movement of the mouse. “I’ll be your pet kitty, just please let me cum.”

“All in good time my pet,” I continued as I grabbed the end of the vibrator’s tail with the intent of pulling it out.

“Ask her to give you her phone and passcode,” shot through my head as Susan gave me another order. “I have already started downloading the app to your phone. It seems that a pleasure mouse can be remotely controlled and the user can surrender the ability to control it.”

“Kitty,” I said in a nervous voice. “Where is your phone.”

“On my nightstand next to the bed,” replied Lisa.

Looking to my left I spotted the phone laying in front of the clutter covering the top. Reaching out I picked up the phone. “What is your passcode?” I inquired, my hands now completely off of her body.

“What are you planning to do?” asked Lisa nervously.

“Tell her it’s none of her business,” ordered Susan.

“It should be obvious kitty,” I purred thinking Susans order was a bit to harsh. “Now your passcode please”.

“225467,” replied Lisa.

Once in I went to the app and added my phone number to the mouses access list as Susan directed. I then transferred primary control to me and removed Lisa’s. For all intents and purposes Lisa no longer had any control over her sex toy. As I watched I could see Susan manipulating my phone and taking control of the pleasure mouse as the unexpected reving up caused Lisa to moan.

“Tell her she is not allowed to change her passcode,” barked Susan and she continued to play with the settings.

Wanting to keep the fact that there was another woman controlling our intimate liaison and at least one more watching, I kept Lisa’s phone in my hand as I started to caress the side of her breasts once again. “You do know you are not allowed to change your passcode,” I softly stated as I was drawn into playing with her breasts yet again. It was an old nervous reaction I had since a kid. If I had to do something I truly did not want to do I would always focus on the least negative part and build it into something I enjoyed. In Susans and Nicole’s little games it had become breasts and added to my infatuation with them.

“Okay,” responded Lisa as she too was becoming lost in my playing with her breasts.

“Now I think it’s time burdur escort your new lover gets to see the whole you,” giggled Susan. “Stand up and drop the dress.”

For once today the playful smirk on my face was not acting. I spent most of my childhood getting undressed in front of girls, changing for ballet. And thanks to the public places Nicole had me naked, removing my dress in Lisa’s bedroom was not as humiliating as Susan thought it was. If anything I would be happy to get it off as Nicole’s desire for it to be tight fitting made the fou leather dress very snug.

Making a show for the camara I slide my hand up the front of my dress and grasp the chrome ring attached to the zipper and give it a tug. The high neck collar releases its tight grip of my throat as I take an unrestricted breath. The gentle sound could easily be heard in the quiet room as the zipper made its way down causing the dress to pull apart revealing my naked body.

Now it was Lisa’s turn to assess me. I could see her eyes scanning my body, studying me like a piece of art standing before her. I wondered if she was attracted by my A cup breasts and petite body for the same reason I was attracted to hers, you like what you don’t have. I knew large breasts made it hard to do a number of things and society adores skinny women. Would Lisa like to give up her curves for my body? Did she find me attractive?

Not wanting to dwell on the fact that two heterosexual woman were sexually assessing each other I moved back towards the bed, knowing this time we were both naked. As I opened my legs to straddle Lisa’s hips I could feel her flesh below, the softness of her skin against the sides of my legs. Looking down I could see the nervousness and lust on her face. She was scared too but did not want to turn back.

“Ask her if she has ever kissed a woman,” ordered Susan, shattering the quietness in my head.

“Have you ever kissed a woman before?” I ask as my hands caress her sides.

“No,” whispered Lisa in reply, “you will be my first.”

‘You will be my first’ a statement that has come to define my life. Since this whole sexual adventure started I have done almost every first imaginable and have been a number of first experiences for more woman than I can track. No longer wanting to think about it I lean forward letting my hair fall around her face giving us at least a bit of privacy as I give Lisa a soft tender kiss.

“Mmmmm, your lips are soft,” giggled Lisa as I pulled back.

For a girl’s first time I found a simple tender kiss was best. It’s quick, innocent, and shatters the taboo of kissing another girl. Nicole’s lessons in the art of kissing had been quite extensive. For women the kiss starts long before their lips meet. It begins with the image we build in the minds of our partner through their senses of touch, sight, scent and sound. Which is why Nicole spends so much time crafting my image. Once you have won the mental battle the kiss is just crossing the finish line.

Our second kiss is far more passionate, lasting longer as our tongues swirled in each others mouths mixing our saliva. After what seemed like an eternity I straighten up and we look into each other eyes and catch our breath. As I contemplate what was next I realized that my palms were resting on her breasts. Nervous and not knowing what to do it took me a few moments to move my hands away and rub the sides of her torso.

“It looks like you are really into her,” purred Susan, “and cannot keep your hands off of her huge titties so why don’t you go back to playing with them.”

I shifted my body down so I was straddling Lisa’s hips as I brought my hands back to her breasts. Having to open my legs to accommodate Lisa’s spread thighs my crotch settles over her pubic mound. A deep gasp escapes my lips as I feel the vibrations from the mouse enter my body.

“Yes, you like them don’t you,” hissed Susan. “You like playing with big titties. Now pinch them I want to hear her moan.

Yes, that’s it,” continued Susan as I took her nipples between my fingers and Lisa let out a deep groan. “Look at those luscious mounds. You like the fact that they are yours now don’t you? An ample set of breasts for you to play with, so much bigger than your own.”

‘I’m not a lesbian, I’m not a lesbian,’ I kept repeating in my head as my hands continued to play with anothers womans breasts. My breathing quickened as I continued play with her soft flesh as my own nipples hardened. My crotch was getting moist from the vibrations emanating from Lisa’s groin. When did my mind shift from admiration of other women to lust and homosexuality? Here I was getting aroused from fondling and kissing another woman even as I knew I did not have any interest sexually. Would I ever fully break this conditioning?

“Tell her you love her breasts,” commanded Susan breaking my inner reflection.

“I love your breasts,” I repeated.

“Mmmmm, I can tell,” cooed Lisa as she pressed her chest into my hands.

“Tell her you cannot wait to taste her delicious pussy,” continued Susan.

“I cannot wait to taste you,” I stated not willing to use Susan crude language.

“I cannot wait either,” moaned Lisa as she tried grinding her hips into mine. “I so need to cum.”