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Four Seasons: Easter Tears
By Crimson Dragon

Tomorrow was Easter. Kate always looked forward to the holiday, chocolate and
candy being her passion. And every year her father indulged her, sending her on
a candy hunt every Easter Sunday for as long back as she could remember. Not
even University was going to interfere with it this year.

Kate soaked in the late morning sun as she strolled towards the Miller's home
through the fields. She lifted her face, happy to be alive. She felt a bubble of
laughter rise, and she skipped along the path. Linda had called this morning,
quietly hinting at some time alone. The sun was shining, warming the normally
cooler April air. She could see the storm clouds in the distance, but they
weren't overhead yet. It was spring. It was sunny. She was in love. She felt at
peace with the world.

She practically ran the last quarter mile to the Miller's house, her breathing
ragged as she knocked at the back screen door. Linda's mother opened the back
door, surprising Kate. Kate had expected Linda. She willed away the twinge of
disappointment that ran through her.

"Happy Easter, Mrs. Miller."

Mrs. Miller peered through the door, a smile breaking out on her motherly face.

"Happy Easter, Kate. What a pleasant surprise. Linda didn't tell me you were
coming over."

"Is she around?" Kate asked before her friend's mother could engage her in idle
chatter about school, or her father. She was anxious to see Linda.

"She's in the barn, I think. At least that what she told me on her way out. She
seemed in a rush, though. She might already be out riding."

"I'll see. Thanks."
"Come back later for cookies. I just baked some fresh."
"Sounds absolutely wonderful."

Kate turned and walked slowly towards the Miller's barn. She could feel her
heart beginning to beat quicker as she approached. The barn doors were closed.
She couldn't believe that Linda had left without her. She was in there; she had
to be.

Kate unlatched the huge doors and poked her head into the cavernous structure.
The horses whinnied and shifted at her presence.

"Anybody home?"

A small feminine voice floated down from the loft. "Up here. I wasn't expecting
you so soon."

Kate stepped into the barn. "I ran," Kate replied to the air above her.
"What are you waiting for? Come on up."

Kate scampered to the wooden ladder that led to the barn's hayloft. She climbed
towards the trapdoor. She refused to look down, being somewhat afraid of
heights. She pulled herself up carefully until she was standing on the wooden
boards, gazing around the loft. Her eyes spotted Linda reclining back in the
pillowing hay. She was wearing cutoff shorts, and a t-shirt. She'd kicked off
her shoes which were lying beside her. Kate noticed a stray piece of hay lying
between the other girl's toes. Her face was angelic, her long brown hair
contrasting with the golden colour of the dried hay. Her breasts were outlined
clearly by the t-shirt stretched provocatively across them. She was reclining in
the patch of sun streaming in through the open hayloft doors. Linda's eyes were
closed, seemingly at peace.

"I've missed you." Kate murmured.

Linda opened her eyes. She smiled, though not quite in her usual exuberant way.

"I've missed you, too, sweety. Want to share some sun?"

Kate walked over to her friend and dropped down into the hay. She relaxed
feeling the radiant warmth of hay heated by the sunbeam. Small particles of dust
rose into the sunbeam as she settled herself back into the hay.

"Where is everyone?" Kate asked.

"Well, Dad and Bobby took off to one of those dumb shows. Tractor pull, or
demolition derby, dirt biking or something dumb like that. You know, the 'BE
THERE!!!!' people." Linda had dropped her voice low to simulate the awful
commercials. She grinned. "Who the hell falls for those things anyway? Maybe I'd
just rather be here, not there. Mom's in the house."

"So we're alone?"

"Except for Mom, and she's really not likely to end up in the barn. She's baking
again."

"Fresh cookies. I know. Hmmmm." Kate stretched herself out and settled herself
into the hay. The two girls relaxed, just enjoying the sun and the warmth of the
early spring. Kate felt her fingers being taken by Linda. She felt an incredible
wave of fatigue rush over her and she closed her eyes. There was the sensation
of falling, a feeling of peace and trust, and then darkness.

She awakened a while later to the touch of a soft pair of lips. She opened her
eyes, her senses filled.

The warm sun had disappeared, though the air was still warm in the loft. She
smelled the humidity on the air. A quick shift of her eyes confirmed the clouds
lying low over the farm. The smell of impending rain was erotically mixed with
Linda's soft scent. The slight fragrance of clover washed over Kate as Linda's
hair brushed her face. She fell into Linda's soft lips as Linda leaned over her
and kissed her again gently.

As the first quiet drops of rain fell against the roof of the barn, Linda
whispered in her ear. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead."

"How long? What time is it?"
"Relax. Lots of time yet. You've only been asleep a couple of hours."
"You let me sleep?"

"Yeah. I was pondering." Linda said it with a terrible English accent. She
reverted back to her normal voice. "I was just watching the storm roll in, and
you, of course."

"Me?"
"Yeah. You're cute when you sleep. Mumbling."
"I don't mumble."
Linda nodded, her eyes sparkling.
"What did I say?"
"Have no idea. Couldn't understand you."
"Sorry."
"Remember what you were dreaming?"
"'fraid not."

Linda bent down and kissed Kate again, tentatively. Kate responded as she always
did to the touch of Linda's lips. Tingles raced through her body followed by
butterflies. She gasped and returned the kiss, allowing her tongue to trace
along Linda's lips and teeth. Arms wrapped around one another and they embraced,
still kissing, as close as the clothing
allowed. Kate felt the familiar tingles as her breasts touched Linda's, even
through two t-shirts. Their legs entangled. Kate could feel Linda's toes against
her bare legs. Stroking. Touching. Kissing.

Kate felt Linda break the kiss and opened her eyes, wanting to feel the softness
again. Linda sat up in the hay, cross-legged and gazed at Kate.

Linda smiled seductively. "You want me to take these off?"

Kate smiled back and teased her. "What off? Lady, I don't know what you are
talking about."

"I'm not wearing anything underneath." Linda whispered. "Still don't know what
I'm talking about?"

Kate looked at her friend hungrily. "I'll show you mine if you'll show me
yours." She smiled.

Linda played with the bottom of her t-shirt, playfully lifting it to just below
her breasts and then letting it fall.

"I can't get it off. Care to help me?" Linda raised her hands above her. She was
perfectly silhouetted by the clouds outside the hayloft opening.

Kate crawled over to Linda, her fingers finding the top and flipping it off in
one fluid motion. Linda's perfect breasts sprang into view, upthrust and
beautiful. Kate bent and carefully let her tongue wet the exposed skin, swirling
softly around Linda's hardened nipples. Linda moaned softly. Kate felt herself
being pushed back into the hay. She could smell her arousal mixed with Linda's
and the rain and the hay. She trembled as she let her fingers run over Linda's
bare back, lightly tracing the edges of her breasts as the two girls resumed
kissing, getting as close as they could.

Laughing, they rolled through the hay, Kate on top, Linda on top. Linda's
fingers fumbled at Kate's t-shirt, finally, with some help, pulling it from
Kate's body. Immediately, Kate could feel the hay pressing into her bare skin,
itching. The itch completely disappeared as Linda's soft fingertips brushed her
nipples through her bra. Gasping, Kate reached behind herself, releasing the
clasps, wanting to feel the air against her breasts, wanting to feel Linda
pressing up against them.

Linda pressed herself against Kate, not allowing the bra to come off. The two
girls, still letting their lips touch, felt each other through just the thin
bra. Kate pulled the fabric from between them, gasping as she, at last, felt the
skin on skin contact she wanted. Linda's soft breasts and hard nipples pressed
gently into her own. Kate could feel Linda's fingers exploring her, running down
her body as she laid back into the cushioning hay. She felt the soft probing as
Linda released the button on her shorts and slipped under the waistband of her
panties. Linda's fingers brushed at her sparse pubic hair beneath Kate's shorts.
Kate almost screamed in frustration.

"Take them off me. Please?" Kate lifted her pelvis, allowing Linda to pull off
the restrictive clothing. Kate pushed off her runners, wanting, no needing, to
be completely unclothed, to share herself completely with Linda. She could feel
the prickly sensations of the hay between her toes. She gasped as she felt
Linda's fingers again brushing her outer lips, teasing her, running through her
light hair.

"I could tease you all day, you know." Linda whispered to the panting girl.
"Oh God. Please no. Inside. Please."

Linda's fingers continued the tease. She lay back down beside Kate and kissed
her full on the lips, still refusing to enter Kate with her fingers.

"Please. Please. Please?" Kate begged. "God I need you."
"Don't you want to take the last thing off me?"

"Mmmmmmm." Kate moaned gently as Linda let her middle finger slide between the
lips, softly touching the clitoris and retreating.

Linda pulled away the sensations completely and stood, just gazing at her naked
girlfriend in the hay.

"Where are you going?"

"Just taking off the last item for you, since you don't seem to be interested."

"Oh God. I'm interested. Come back."

Kate watched as Linda slipped her cutoffs to her bare feet. Grinning, Linda
flipped the shorts out the hayloft opening with her bare foot. Kate gasped.
Smiling evilly, Linda picked up her t-shirt and nonchalantly dropped it out the
opening as well. She purposely looked at the small pile of Kate's clothes.

Kate closed her eyes.

"Go ahead. I can't ever say no to you. Can I? You'll toss them whether I refuse
or not."

Linda, laughing, picked up Kate's clothes and dropped them as well. Bra, shirt,
shorts, all her clothing lying on the concrete pad a story below in the pouring
rain. The girls looked at each other, breathing hard.

"What the hell are we going to do now?"
"Hope that Daddy and Bobby don't show up early?"
"What if your mother comes in?"
"She never climbs up here."
"What if she sees the clothing?"

"You think you have problems? I was wearing a white t-shirt. With nothing else.
Either way, I'm screwed."

"Oh shit." Kate started to laugh. "You are so damn dumb."

Linda knelt back down. "I might be dumb, but I know how to make you feel good.
Come here."

Kate crawled naked over to where Linda was kneeling. She lay back on the hay
again, feeling the rain, her arousal, and Linda's soft skin as Linda climbed
over her. She closed her eyes concentrating on the sensations. She felt Linda's
tongue touching her, licking, softly biting her. Linda's fingers gently entered
her, causing another gasp. Linda's tongue finally touched her swollen clit.
Teasing. She opened her eyes, seeing Linda's center above her face. Kate gently
pulled her friend to her lips, letting her tongue explore the inner reaches of
Linda. Kate's finger slowly inserted, softly pumping to the rhythm of her
tongue. Both girls crying out and gasping as the sex overwhelmed their senses.

Neither girl remembered their climax, though their bodies strained as one. Their
soft screams mixed together with the hiss of the rain against the roof. Linda
collapsed, her body covered in perspiration, feeling her hot skin against
Kate's, feeling Kate's wild breathing as she struggled with the aftermath of her
orgasm.

Linda carefully turned herself around and settled herself against Kate's heaving
breasts. Her hair, slightly damp from her exertions and the humidity, fanned
itself out across Kate's bare skin. She idly traced
Kate's still erect nipple with her index finger, eliciting yet more moans. Kate
ran her fingers through Linda's hair, stroking her.

Both girls lay there quietly listening to the other breathe, listening to the
soft rain, and simply enjoying being with one another.

Eventually, Linda raised her head and looked up into Kate's face.
"Hey, girlfriend."
"What's up?" Kate asked softly. "You want to go again?"
"Not yet, sweety. I'm still recovering."
"I hear you. That was absolutely wonderful."
"It was."
They were quiet again, Linda easily resting against Kate.
"We should get our clothes," Kate whispered.

"Later. I just want to stay here. Nobody is going to bother us. Mom doesn't even
know we're here."

"I suppose."
"Katie?"
"Mmm-hmmm."
"I have, I have to tell you something."
"What's that?"

Linda hesitated. She really didn't want to do this. Especially now, not in the
afterglow. She had to be honest, though. She couldn't live with herself
otherwise. Couldn't do that to Kate. She didn't want this to end. But she knew
if she blew it, Katie would do exactly that. Walk out of here, not much she
could do about it. Problem was, she loved both of them and she had to tell her.

"I, I don't really know how to start."
"Shhhh. Don't worry about it. I know."
"You do? How?" Linda could feel the blood rise into her face.
"You told me at Christmas. Don't worry. I think I'm in love with you, too."

Linda swallowed heavily. She couldn't do it now. Couldn't say what she had to.
Not now. "Please God, don't make me do this," flew through her pretty head. But
she had to and she knew it. Why did this have to be so hard?

"I'm sorry," she managed to choke out. "I'm so sorry."

Kate tried to sit up, but Linda's head on her breast prevented it. She lay back
confused. Linda's body was beginning to shake, Kate had seen Linda cry enough to
know that silent tears were beginning to form in her friend's eyes even though
they were turned away from her.

"Linda? What's the matter?"

"Katie. I. You have to believe me. I'm sorry. I. I didn't mean ..." her voice
trailed off.

"Please? You are going to make me cry. What's the matter? Are you going away?
Did your father find out about us?"

"Oh God. I can't do this. Katie? Honey?" Linda raised her tear streaked face
again, looking at Kate. She closed her eyes. "Remember I told you about Lorne at
Christmas?"

"Oh God." Kate could feel a huge knot forming in the pit of her gut. She wanted
to run, to hide, not hear this, make it go away. She knew. She swallowed
heavily, tears already beginning to form in her eyes. "Please no."

"Katie, I'm so sorry."

Kate gently pushed Linda away from her. Kate sat up, hugging her knees. Unable
to stop the tears.

Linda closed her eyes.

"I swear I wasn't seeing him at Christmas. I wasn't. He. He broke up with his
girlfriend in February. And. I don't know what happened. We were good friends.
And. God. We became more than friends. It just happened. I'm so sorry Kate. I
really am. I. The last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I was so lonely. Please
understand. Please. I don't want to lose you. I don't."

Kate hung her head and sobbed, the tears running unashamedly down her face. She
felt Linda's soft fingers touch her shoulder. She wanted so much to fall into
Linda's arms and sob herself out, just let Linda comfort her as she always did.
But Linda had never hurt her. Until now.

Instead, she pulled herself away from Linda, scrabbling across the hay.

"Katie? Say something? Please?" Linda knelt, tears falling down her face as
well. "I. I'd like to. To. Stay friends. I. I don't want to lose you. Please
don't be angry with me. I don't want to lose you."

"I. I can't be here right now. I'm sorry, Linda. I really am," Kate choked out
between her sobs.

Kate, with an effort, pulled herself to her bare feet. She slowly lowered
herself through the trap door, no longer caring if anyone was in the barn below,
no longer afraid of heights. She didn't care if she was seen, buck naked,
climbing down the ladder. Her nudity just didn't seem important anymore.

She looked one more time at Linda, naked, kneeling in the hay before dropping
out of sight.

"I'm sorry." Linda whispered through her tears as Kate's tear streaked face
disappeared below.

Kate climbed down the ladder, sobbing, blinded by her tears. She ran nude
through the barn, ignoring the confused horses, and pushed open the barn doors,
hinges screaming. She forced her bare legs to carry her into the gentle rain and
around the edge of the barn. She could feel the cool water soaking her nude
body, running unheeded through her hair and over her face and breasts. Crying,
she knelt below the loft and looked up, almost hoping to see Linda again. Linda
wasn't there. She blindly gathered up her clothing into her arms. She realized
that her shoes were still in the loft. She didn't care. She wasn't going to go
back there. She couldn't.

Not bothering to dress in the soaked clothes, she ran. Her tears mixed with the
rain as she sprinted towards the muddy path leading back towards her home. She
fervently hoped that Mrs. Miller wasn't looking out the back window as she ran
blindly on. She thought she heard Linda's soft voice calling her name over the
sound of her ragged breathing, her tears and the gentle rain.

Halfway back, her lungs burning and unable to run any further, she slipped to
her knees in the mud, her hands rising to her face. She sobbed unreservedly,
rain cascading over her bare body. She cried for what seemed like hours there.
Missing Linda. Knowing that she would never be with her again. Eventually, she
rose to her bare feet, drew on her top and shorts, still carrying her underwear,
and walked slowly onwards. All she wanted was a hot bath, and her bed. She
didn't care that it was the middle of the afternoon. She didn't know what she'd
say to her father but she'd think of something. He'd know something was wrong
but he loved her. He'd give her her space.

That evening after a long hot bath, as Kate had known she would, she crawled
between the sheets, hugging herself. She cried herself to sleep, not knowing
that only a mile away, another beautiful girl was doing the same, weeping in the
dark. Easter tears.

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Four Seasons: Harvest Moon
By Crimson Dragon (dcri...@yahoo.com)

The small stones against the glass sounded as loud as a hundred tiny gunshots in
the stillness of the night. Kate cringed, positive that she was going to wake up
the entire household. She stood motionless on the back lawn, still breathing
heavily from her run but ready to bolt like a frightened rabbit at the first
sign of disturbance. She wasn't even sure that Linda would be there, much less
if she would respond to their old signal.

A diffused light switched on in Linda's old room, not the main light, a bedside
lamp perhaps. Kate's breath caught in her throat. She didn't quite dare to look
up to the second story window. Instead, she studied her feet.

Her running shoes were dusty from the mile run from her parent's homestead.
She'd taken the old path through the fields that wound between the Miller and
the Gibson properties. In early October, the path wasn't the awkward mudpit that
it was in May. The bottom of her blue jeans were also dusty from her jog and she
brushed at the dust with her hand. She had remained here on the back lawn for
fifteen minutes or so catching her breath and trying to decide whether or not to
continue this crazy adventure. She had taken a deep breath, told herself that
she had nothing to lose, and tossed the stones gently up to the second story
window. She didn't even know if Linda was home for the Thanksgiving holidays.

Kate heard the sash rise quietly. Her breath hitched and she prepared to dash
into the shadows. Faintly, she heard a horse whinny in the darkness to the
right.

"Kate?" Linda's voice quietly floated down from above.

"Linda?" Kate whispered into the night. She looked up. Linda hadn't cut her hair
since the last time she'd seen her. Linda's long brown hair hung down like
Rapunzel's, silhouetted by the soft light of the bedside lamp. Linda leaned out
into the darkness.

"Just a sec. I'll be right down."
"Don't wake anyone up." Kate whispered back urgently.

"Have I ever?" Linda quietly closed the window and Kate could faintly hear the
lock click. Moments later, the light was extinguished in the room.

Kate settled herself on the ground and hugged her knees. She knew that it would
take Linda a few minutes to get dressed and sneak out of the house. That fourth
step creaked and Linda always had to be cautious of it. Kate felt the
butterflies begin in her stomach. She was accustomed to their appearance, but by
now she had expected the tingling to reduce on these midnight visits. Granted,
it had been a while since they'd seen one another. She hadn't even heard from
Linda since September when they'd parted to attend different Universities,
University of Waterloo for Kate, Queen's for Linda. Kate didn't even know if
Linda felt the same way anymore. University had a way of changing people.

She heard the faint sound of the back screen door; the hinges had always creaked
a little. Kate watched as Linda emerged as a silhouette. She carefully held the
screen door and prevented it from slamming shut as though she'd had years of
practice. Linda turned and scanned the dark yard for Kate.

"Over here." Kate whispered from the shadows.

Linda turned towards the sound and ran across the yard. Kate smiled in the dark
as Linda practically leapt into her arms hugging her fiercely. The two girls
held each other for a few moments until Linda spoke.

"God, I've missed you."

They parted. In the faint light, Kate could make out that Linda hadn't even
bothered with clothes. She stood barefoot in the grass wearing only her flannel
nightgown. She was breathing heavily and was flushed. Linda's perfect breasts
rose and fell beneath the white fabric as they gazed at each other.

Linda whispered, "I wasn't sure you'd come."
"I almost didn't."
"I'm really glad you did. I've missed you."
"I missed you too. I, I guess I just wasn't sure you ..."
"Felt the same?" Linda finished her thought. "Of course I do. Don't be silly."

Linda stepped in quickly and kissed Kate's lips in reassurance. Kate felt
Linda's fingers entwining with hers as she broke the kiss. The kiss had been far
more passionate than a friendly peck. Kate sighed contentedly; Linda still felt
the same. The butterflies trapped in her belly flew off to bother someone else
far away.

Linda began to lead them off towards the barn. As they moved away from the
sleeping house and down the dirt path, the girls began to talk a little more
normally, their voices melting into the darkness.

"I was sure that those stones were going to wake up the world. I'm surprised it
didn't wake *my* father up." Kate was referring to the clattering of stones she
had thrown lightly at Linda's window to wake her.

"Well, they certainly woke me up with a start. I don't think they woke up anyone
else, though. Never have before. I was having a nice dream too. Surprised that I
didn't wake up the house. Managed to stifle the scream, I think."

"What were you dreaming about?"
"You. Me. The apple tree."
Kate blushed. "I like that."

They lapsed into silence as Linda pulled open the big barn doors. The doors
creaked horribly loud in the silence. The horses shifted uneasily in the dark.

"Shhhhh. Shhhhh. It's just me and Kate. Shhhh." Linda spoke quietly to the
animals. The horses reacted to the familiar voice and quieted, snorting in the
pitch darkness of the barn. Linda and Kate petted the outstretched noses as they
passed the stalls. Kate smiled at the memories. Linda and herself riding like
the wind through the fields and forests together. She giggled as her memories
flooded back of that summer day three or four years ago. Linda had come up with
the crazy idea of both of them pulling a Lady Godiva together. Thank God she
hadn't listened to Linda and hadn't left their clothes at the stream as Linda
had suggested. Someone must have been watching over them that day when Kate had
spotted Linda's brother riding out to tell them that lunch was ready well before
he'd spotted them. She remembered that Linda had still been arranging her
t-shirt as her brother had found them. Neither of them had had time to put on
their underwear.

"The Lady Godiva thing?" Linda asked quietly after taking note of Kate's
giggling.
"Yeah."
"That was bloody close."
"Don't I know it."
"How old were we?"
"I don't know. Fifteen? Sixteen maybe?"

Linda laughed quietly to herself as she rooted through one of the tack closets
at the back of the barn. "Dammit. I should have grabbed a flashlight." She
pulled a few items free and turned to Kate. "These do?"

Kate smiled at what she saw in Linda's hands. "If you want to visit the Tree,
it'll be fine."

Kate lifted the old picnic blanket from its home on a back shelf and threw it
over her shoulder.

"You sure you want to do this?" Kate asked Linda. "You know we can just sit and
talk. We have a lot of catching up to do."

"Are you telling me that you don't want to do it anymore in your subtle way? I
want it more than anything in the world," Linda replied as they exited the barn
and closed the doors. The shrieks of the hinges sounded like small banshees in
the stillness. "It's all I've been able to think about for a month and a half."

"Me? Not want to? I knocked at your window didn't I? At great personal peril, I
might add."

The two girls began walking towards the south field, softly talking and catching
up. Their quiet conversation flitted easily between professors, classes, new
friends, and their families.

The corn stalks were still standing, though it was late for harvest. A light
wind ruffled the field. The two girls stopped and gazed up at the sky. A billion
points of light were glittering above them. Kate gasped. She touched Linda,
pointing towards the eastern horizon. Linda stood transfixed staring at the
bright, full, amber moon hanging motionless in the sky above the fields. Kate
touched Linda's shoulder again breaking the trance.

"Harvest moon," Linda breathed.

Silently the girls continued. They entered the ocean of corn, gently pushing
their way through the field. A lone wolf howled somewhere off in the distance,
but beyond that the only sounds in the night were the rustling of the crop and
the girls' laboured breathing.

In the middle of the field stood an ancient apple tree untouched by farmer or
storm. The tired old tree no longer even bore fruit. It silently watched over
the fields like a lonely sentinel lost in the night. A small grassy clearing
surrounded the tree where the plow had never touched. The clearing and tree were
lit eerily bright by the now full moon. With no warning, the peaceful place
heard the patter of small feminine feet, one pair bare, the other in running
shoes.

Kate sighed as she spread the blanket down under the old tree. She sat down,
motioning for Linda to join her. Linda sat facing her and they just held hands,
staring at one another.

"It's been a long time." Linda's voice was almost reverent.

The last time they had sneaked out to the Tree was probably early summer.
They'd seen each other many times since then, intimately even, but the Tree was
special. They didn't want to break the magic of the place by meeting here too
often.

"It's been too long. You sure you want to do this?"
"You ask me everytime. And you know that I do," Linda whispered.

Almost like a hesitant lover, Linda leaned over and kissed Kate softly on the
lips. Her hands wrapped around Kate's neck; her fingers connected holding Kate
close. Their lips met with a tingle of electricity. Kate gasped quietly as Linda
moaned to herself softly. They parted, both breathing harder. Kate gazed into
Linda's deep brown eyes and guided her down to the blanket. They kissed again,
just holding one another in the moonlight and feeling the familiar curves of one
another. Their breasts touched through the nightgown and Kate's light top.

Linda broke the embrace and sat up. She smiled and pulled the nightgown over her
head. She tossed it carelessly onto the grass beside the blanket. Kate
swallowed. She'd never tire of seeing Linda's nudity, no matter how often she
had the fortune of having it displayed for her. Linda's high firm breasts caught
the moonlight almost making her pale skin glow, her darker nipples high and
erect. Kate's eyes traveled over Linda, taking in her long legs, her face, even
her dusty bare feet. Laughing, Linda leapt back into Kate's arms, tugging at her
clothing. Kate could feel her hands running over Linda's soft skin, exploring
this person for whom she had ached so long. She felt her own top leaving her
body. She raised her arms to make it easier for Linda to disrobe her. She felt
Linda tugging at her jeans. She hadn't worn underwear tonight in the hopes that
she wouldn't be needing it. Kate whispered Linda's name as she felt her jeans
being tugged down her long legs. Kate's shoes disappeared into the darkness and
she felt herself become as nude as her friend. She felt the warmth of Linda's
bare breasts lightly touching her own. Their nipples brushed sending tingles up
and down their spines. The two girls were breathing hard, kissing passionately,
and allowing their fingers to lightly caress one another. A month, nearly two,
of abstinence made itself intensely known in both girls.

Kate felt Linda's fingers tracing down her belly as she laid back. Linda teased
her by running her fingers lightly along her lower lips, only occasionally
touching inside. Linda leaned down, lightly teasing Kate with her tongue, just
enough to make her squirm and cry out.

Sighing, Linda crawled back up and kissed Kate full on her mouth. Kate gasped.
Her arousal intensified tenfold as she tasted herself on Linda's lips.

"You ready?" Kate whispered, breathing hard.
"I, I was born ready." Linda gasped.

Linda knelt and Kate scrambled to get the soft ropes that Linda had retrieved
from the tack closet. If Linda's father had any idea to what uses his eldest
daughter put his rope, he'd probably die of a heart attack on the spot.

Linda held out her slender wrists in front of herself, watching and shivering as
Kate tied them together. When Kate had finished, she pulled idly at her bound
wrists. She knew that she was never going to get free. Kate had been doing this
to her for far too long to allow her to wiggle free easily. Linda squirmed as
her arousal increased with the sensations of the rope holding her wrists. She
sighed as she got to her bare feet and padded over to the Tree. Kate followed a
few steps behind.

Kate guided the bound woman to the eastern side of the Tree. She wanted Linda to
be able to gaze at the stunning moon if she wanted. Linda walked willingly to
that side of the tree and raised her hands above her head. Kate stepped back and
regarded the picture. What she saw was her best friend, gloriously naked in the
bright moonlight, with her bare breasts pulled up deliciously, her bound hands
reaching for the sky. Linda's long brown hair curled delicately over her
shoulders and down her back. Linda trusted Kate and waited quietly, enjoying the
inspection with a shiver. Kate took a deep breath and stepped forward again. She
secured her friend's hands to a low overhanging branch with a short length of
rope threaded through the lashing holding Linda's wrists.

Linda shuddered. She knew that her freedom was gone. She and the tree were one
tonight; no way to separate herself from it until Kate let her go. She idly
wondered if this Tree was aware of her bound helpless to it, if the Tree could
ever remember her after she was gone, if it missed her. She almost felt like
part of the Tree when she was here like this. She wondered if any other girls
had ever been secured to it in the past, like her. A smile graced her face as
she remembered the multitude of picnics with her family, right here, with her
knowing her secret about this place. She wondered if anyone could ever imagine
that she had made love countless times with Kate right here, on the same picnic
blanket. Could anyone guess that she had stood here, like this, at midnight, so
many times? Could anyone absorb the vibes from the favorite blanket, or could
the tree tell them what it had witnessed?

Linda's mind wandered back to her situation. She trusted Kate completely, but
she could still feel nerves in her stomach. What if Kate decided to take off,
got angry with her, and left her here, naked and bound to the Tree? How would
she explain that to her parents when she was found? She would rather die. Kate
could run and Linda had no way of stopping her. The tingles of her helplessness
pulsated through her body as her arousal continued its upward climb. She loved
it here, loved the sensations.

Kate had knelt in front of her. Linda gazed down at her naked friend, silently
begging with her eyes. Linda slowly parted her legs as she felt Kate's fingers
urging her. She felt the rough texture of the grass beneath her feet and she
felt the tension increase on her bound arms as she lowered her body closer to
Kate. It was all part of the experience. Linda cried out as she felt the first
light and teasing touches of Kate's soft tongue as it traced along her most
private parts. She could even feel Kate's soft breath against her thighs and
Kate's small hands cupping her bare bottom. Kate teased her for what seemed like
hours and may have been. Linda's cries filled the field and the night. They
wouldn't carry to the house, but the clearing reverberated with her gentle
moans. Kate's tongue finally darted inside, teasingly found Linda's clitoris and
lightly stroked it to the rhythm to which they were both so accustomed. Linda
lost herself in the stimulation, feeling her restraints, the helplessness, the
openness, the moon and the raw sensuality. She exploded as Kate's tongue
relentlessly touched her and Kate's fingers teased her bare skin. She pulled at
her wrists, writhing as her muscles contracted and lights exploded behind her
closed eyelids. She whispered Kate's name as her breathing became short and
ragged. Kate's tongue continued to tease her until the last strains of her
climax had subsided. Linda had to gently push the other girl away with her bare
foot, letting her know that she was finished and completely spent.

Kate knelt back on her heels, her face slightly damp with Linda's secretions,
very aroused. She smiled up at Linda who was just hanging by her wrists, her
legs not having the strength to support herself after the climax. Linda had
waited two months for that climax. And Kate had waited two months to give it to
her. Knowing that her friend was going to want to stay in the ropes for a few
minutes afterwards, Kate rose to her bare feet and kissed her friend on the
mouth. Linda responded greedily to the kiss and pressed her bound body against
Kate. Her
tongue traced along Kate's lips.

Linda murmured after the kiss was broken, "Katie? Can I do you in a few minutes?
I know you're hot and bothered. I promise I'll do you. I'd just like to stay
here for a second? Okay? Please?"

"Of course, sweety. Take your time. I can even do myself if you want. You know I
don't mind." Kate whispered to the restrained, tired woman. Kate sank to the
grass, feeling the odd tickle of the turf against her vagina and her bottom. She
could still feel the waves of her arousal washing through her senses, all her
senses heightened and sensitive.

Together they gazed at the moon; it had risen higher in the sky shedding more
light on their illicit meeting. Kate could not remember ever having seen
anything quite as lovely or peaceful in all the time that she'd been with Linda.
She felt Linda shifting her weight beside her. Recovering, Linda closed her legs
and supported herself more with her feet than her wrists. Linda softly sighed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Linda whispered, "Katie? Thank you. I've
been waiting months for that." She paused. "God, I wish we could be together."

"We are together."
"I guess I should be happy with what we have. I am. Really. I am."

"I know, honey. Your father wouldn't understand. And even if he did, the good
Reverend's church wouldn't. And I love them all like my own family. I don't want
to hurt them anymore than you do. We can't tell them. I understand. Really I
do."

The girls paused, still absorbed by the bright globe hanging silently in the
night above them.

"I'm ready."
Kate looked up at Linda. "Ready?"
"Ready to be let down, you silly girl."

Kate rose to her feet and released the rope holding Linda's hands in the air.
Linda sighed and pulled down her still bound hands in front of her. Kate
reached for Linda's hands to release them, but Linda pulled back a bit.

"Leave them. Lie down. It's your turn," Linda whispered.

Kate looked at Linda quizzically but obeyed. It was almost a ritual with the
Tree. She released Linda afterwards, and then received the most mind blowing
orgasms of her life from Linda's soft knowing fingers. Tonight it didn't seem
like Linda was going to use her fingers. She closed her eyes and felt Linda
kneel beside her in the grass. The grass faintly itched Kate's bare back, but
she soon lost that sensation as Linda kissed her again. Her arousal, which had
cooled a bit while they'd gazed at the heavens together, flooded back into her
body. She felt her
nipples rising with the kiss. Her clitoris throbbed at the renewed stimulation.
Linda softly kissed her way down Kate's bare body. Her lips found and teased
Kate's nipples until Kate was moaning and softly begging. Finally, her tongue
traced past Kate's belly button and through the fine thatch between Kate's legs.
Kate spread her thighs willingly as Linda motioned them apart with her bound
hands. Linda knew the rhythms of her friend. Her tongue darted inside the soft
folds, searching and finding the swollen clitoris. She slowly stroked and
circled it with her tongue until Kate held her breath and then cried out,
arching her body and biting her lip as she climaxed heavily.

As she felt her friend coming down, Linda rocked back on her heels. She would
never tire of seeing Kate's climaxes. Kate's full body flush was visible even in
the muted light. She looked beautiful lying in the grass, eyes closed and
peaceful, her breasts heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. Kate
opened her eyes and both girls looked at each other. They exchanged a look of
pure relief. Finally satisfied.

Linda struggled to lie herself down in the grass with Kate, her still bound
wrists making the journey a bit difficult. She raised her arms and worked her
wrists around Kate's neck. Their lips touched again as Kate's arms wound around
Linda's small waist. They moved easily together; their bodies fit as though
they'd been designed to belong together. They peacefully held one another, their
skin still warm from their exertions.

Kate gazed up at the stars as Linda's breathing slowly fell into a shallow,
regular pace. Kate turned her attention from the heavens to her friend nude,
asleep, and cradled in her arms. Complete trust. She let Linda sleep for a
while, simply enjoying her soft presence. Kate's mind wandered back to their
life together, their childhood as neighbours, as best friends, and finally in
high school, as lovers. She didn't know if she was in love with this woman or
not, but she thought that it could become that. Wishful thinking, perhaps, but
right now, with Linda here in her arms, it seemed right.

After a while, Kate gently shook Linda. Linda mumbled in her sleep, kicking a
bit. Another gentle shake awakened her. Linda looked up sleepily, realized where
she was and tenderly kissed Kate's mouth again.

"Time to part, again? What time is it?" Linda asked quietly.
"I have no idea. But we've probably been out here too long as it is."
"I guess. I just don't want to leave."
"Me neither sweetheart. But you want to see me again don't you?"
"You know I do."
"Then we have to get you home before your father comes out looking for you."

Linda giggled seriously as she realized what her father would find. Her buried
and content in her lover's arms. It wouldn't be so bad, she was old enough to
make these decisions on her own, but it was Kate. He loved Kate as a daughter.
And he'd never understand or forgive them.

Kate gently extracted Linda's hands from around her neck. She rose to her bare
feet and shook her long hair out. She extended her hands and helped Linda to her
feet by grasping Linda's bound hands in her own. Kate again reached for the
ropes, and again Linda pulled away.

"Please? Not yet. I like it."

"Alright. You realize I have to untie you before you go back in, but if that's
what you want."

"I want," Linda spoke quietly.

The girls bent and gathered up the scattered clothing and the rumpled blanket.
Kate slipped back on her jeans, top and shoes. She threw the blanket and Linda's
nightgown over her shoulder. Linda cradled the remainder of the ropes in her
arms. They made one last circuit of the Tree, ensuring that they hadn't missed
anything that would give away their midnight rendezvous.

"Three twenty-two a.m." Kate whispered to Linda as she pressed the Indiglo
button on her watch.

"Yikes. I guess we lost track of the time. I have to get back."

The women gazed back at the moonlit clearing, smiling at the old Tree and their
secret. They turned and walked silently back through the corn.

Linda had to quiet the horses again as she replaced the blanket and all but her
wrist ropes into the tack closet. She rejoined Kate in the back yard.

The two girls hugged. Anyone watching from the house would have seen two
beautiful girls, one nude, one clothed, bathed in moonlight embracing like lost
lovers in the middle of the lawn.

They kissed tenderly, their lips still sending electric shivers down their
bodies. Linda stepped back, finally allowing Kate to release her hands. She
rubbed her wrists as she gazed back at her girlfriend. The bright light from the
full moon glinted off the wetness of her tears falling down her cheeks.

She gathered the soft rope and her nightgown into her arms. She hadn't bothered
to replace her sleepwear yet.

"Am I ever going to see you again? Like this?"

Kate did her best to smile. "Sweety. I really don't know. I hope so. Christmas
maybe?"

Kate bent and quickly kissed Linda's lips one last time. Linda, tears still
streaming down her face, attempted a smile, but failed. She nodded, knowing that
university and distance might separate them. No promises. She struggled with her
feelings, but could do nothing but turn on her bare feet and walk slowly back
towards the front porch and her home. Kate stood and watched Linda's nude
silhouette until she had given one final wave at the door and slipped silently
back inside.

She walked back to her own home following the path upon which she'd arrived. Her
tears fell slowly down her face as she walked. She already missed Linda.

Kate slipped silently back into her darkened bedroom. She pulled off her dusty
clothing, sighing as she remembered the last time, only a half hour ago, that
she had not been wearing them. She sat up for hours on the edge of her bed,
simply gazing at the harvest moon and dreaming. Linda, a mile or so away, was
doing exactly the same thing.

[Jinxd]

Beth-luv

I was just setting here remembering the other night. I love it when you sneak up
on me.

Remember as you walked into my apartment. you found me laying there on the floor
lessening to one of my CDs. I couldn't hear you come in because of my
headphones. I had lost track of the time and was really enjoying the music. I
might have even doses off.

The sight of me must have really turned you on. there i was lying there on top
of a pillow on my belly. my long legs were a bit spread and my dress was up just
enough to see the bottoms of both of cheeks of my ass. my white skin could be
seen through the black lace. The bright flower pattern imprint on the satin part
of my panties drew your attention straight to my crotch.

As you went down to kiss me hello you slid your hands up my thighs pushing my
dress right up to my waste and then slid your hands up along my sides to my
shoulders. your wet lips on my neck sent goose bumps up and down my spine. the
feeling of your weight on my back kind of felt nice.

After kissing my neck for awhile you pull my dress up over my head and cover my
face. you pull the headphones over and whisper to me to enjoy. at that point you
regain to massage my back. you knelt in between my legs and regain to massage my
ass cheeks. oh how I like that. You have always enjoyed looking at my body and I
have always loved showing it off to you. several times at the gym you tell me I
excite you. I work hard to keep my figure of 36C 24 35. you have always loved my
long legs.

As you squeeze my cheeks you let your thumbs slide over the silk and push into
my pussy. I can feel my panties getting wet and we both can smell the wonderful
aroma of my love juices. Oh my got I don't wont to move in fear you may stop.
you continue to lightly rub my thighs and cheeks. squeezing and pulling my
cheeks apart.

I feel you grabbing my hip and lifting my ass into the air. I pulled my knees up
and knelt in front of you here I was with my ass up in the air, legs spread
apart, and my elbows flat on this pillow. totally exposed to you. I was so
turned on at this point I would have done anything.

I remember jumping when I felt the vibrations hit my pussy lips that were
extremely swollenly this time. the fabric from my panties carried the vibration
all over. You ran it all over my waist and cheeks. down over the crack of my ass
and lips and then down the inside of my thigh. as you moved it back up I felt
you slide it under the band of my panties oh yes I thought. Finely the pressure
that was building up inside will be relieved.

The next thigh I new you were cutting of my panties and I was completely
exposed. I did have a quick thought were you were getting all these things. but
as you slide this toy inside me the thoughts all went to my nerves. I loved the
way you slowly slide it in and out. It was driving me crazy. I just wanted you
to fuck me hard and fast with this. The vibrations were sending wave all through
me I even had tingling from the teeth in my mouth.

I remember all of a sudden I felt this cold liquid on my anus. I had never been
touched there and I tightened up. I then felt your finger start to massage me.
I couldn't keep my muscles tight for long because all y attention was on this
heavenly thing sliding in and out of me. I could feel my wet juices dripping
down my leg. just as my thoughts were on how wet I was and that I was going to
cum. I felt your finger slide into my ass. "OH YES" I cried. that was it I just
exploded with the best orgasm I had ever had. I regain to squirm and buck my
hips. Please pump that thing faster I thought. just when I thought I had reached
the last of my orgasm and was ready to lay down I felt this major vibration from
an area I had never felt before It made my while body buzz Oh my god I thought
that not a finger.

with that I felt you pumping it in and out. The vibration and pressure was
insane. I was not sure what you were doing but what ever it was I didn't wont
you to stop. you had toys in my ass and my pussy and were pumping them both
hard.

The floor must have been flooded because I cant believe how many times I came
during that time. I finely fell to the floor. My muscles just gave out. You
slide the toy out of my ass and when you did I started to get turned on again.
as you rubbed my ass and thighs I started to calm down again. I remember you
rolling me over and sitting next to me. I thought t was worried that you made
such an effort to keep my dress over my head so I couldn't see. What ever you
wanted I loved it. the mystery was great. I then felt this warm liquid drop onto
my body. It must have been that new body oil I bought for you last month. As you
started to rub my belly and chest I reached out for you. you pulled my hands
away and pushed them above my head. oh it felt so good as you rubbed my tits.
running my nipples through your fingers. My juices started to flow again and you
slide you hand down to my mound. I sped my legs a bit to allow you a bit more
room and you took the hint. that magic finger of yours went right to work.
rubbing my love button and making my pussy sop again for you. you kept pinching
my nipples and that just made me wont you to bite them.

I began to squirm and slither. The pressure was building up inside me again and
I wonted you. You must have sensed that because I felt you disappear. All of a
sudden in one quick move you were sucking on my cunt. I could feel your tough
moving inside of me. lapping up all my juices. biting on my love bud. OH yes I
am going to cum . OOOOOoooyes I scream. Just as I screamed. I felt that toy in
my ass again vibrating making your tongue vibrate.

The next thing I knew I opened my eyes and I was looking at a pair if red lace
panties coming down on my face. as this girl sat down It knocked the headphones
off and I heard her say " this will stop her screaming" and before I could say a
word I had this panties covered crotch on my mouth and was looking ant a busy
covered mound. The initial shock was fear. but I had to admit The smell and
taste was nice. This gal started to side her crotch over my face. I kept
thinking what are you doing fucking my nose. she was real wet and tasted good. I
actually found my self wanting to eat this strangers pussy. One thing I new was
that that was the plan. As she moved up a bit I slid my hands out of my dress
and pulled her panties to one side. Oh she tasted good as I slide my tongue up
into her. I wonted to feel her juices all over my face.

Know that I look back at all these thoughts I sound like a slut. but I was a
happy slut. After coming for about the tenth time I was physically exhausted.
this girl kept grinding her wet lips into my face. I watched as her tits were
bouncing up and down. I don't know who came with a bigger rush her or me. all I
know was she had her juices poring out. as we both started to scream I heard
another scream from over on the couch. I pushed her little ass over so I could
see and was shocked to see you over on the couch. Playing with yourself.

Wait, if you are playing with yourself over there then who is fucking my ass
with a vibrator? and who is it sucking on my clit? and who is this lovely gal on
my face? Know I know were the toys came from.

I must say it was the best CD I have heard in a long time. Thank you for the
experience I will never be able to look at a pair of red panties with out
getting wet again. lets get together real soon ok?

[Jinxd]

Barbara is tall, about 5' 7", slender and light-boned, so that her 127 pounds
are not skinny. She wears her deep brown hair short and curly, and dresses for
business in tailored pantsuits, with just a touch of color in her accessories.
Although she appears to be in her early thirties, she will celebrate her
forty-second birthday this
coming November. Her body is soft and curvy. Her waist is small, accenting the
firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to
freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes. She normally
separates her business and private life very strictly, but then she discovered
Michele.

At 26, Michele had worked her way "up the corporate ladder" to a minor
management position, entirely on her own ability Barbara discovered her record,
and promoted her to Assistant to the CEO. She is an untiring worker, a top
business analyst. She produces the most thorough reports of anyone Barbara has
worked with. Michele is of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her long
blonde straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep
blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Barbara, going in for earth-colored
skirts with pastel blouses. She loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on her
small, well-formed feet. She has large, well-proportioned breasts, which carry
well on her larger-boned frame. Though she is self-conscious about it, they
jiggle delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all
heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-clad "stems" as she
climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist in an
eye-pleasing way, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her high heels,
that has drawn whistles in the parking lot.

Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young face
already shows signs of "worry lines." She is subject to stomach cramps and,
somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Barbara, who finds herself
unaccountably attracted to the younger woman. For her own part, Michele thinks
the world of Barbara. She wonders at how Barbara always seems to know the right
thing to say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she
were the older sister that she never had.

Two months ago, Barbara invited Michele to a restaurant for dinner after work.
The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the edge of their
employer-employee relationship, began to become friends. They have been out to
dinner together several times since. After their last dinner and a few drinks,
Barbara suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks would be as good,
and they could be more comfortable. Michele agreed, and a short cab ride later,
they arrived, and were greeted by the doorman.

"Hullo, Ma'am, Fine ev'nin." he said, as he pressed the elevator button.
"Hello, Matt."

The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Barbara's large, but not
ostentatious, apartment. Michele looked around at the comfortable, modern
furniture, and said, "I love your place."
"Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?" "Yes."

Michele was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that only
slightly veiled her well-filled bra. "Well, go ahead," Barbara invited her as
she put away Michele's jacket and her own.

"Make yourself at home. What will you drink?"
"Um, seven and seven."

Barbara crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft music, and
began making drinks while Michele looked around. The older woman brought up two
glasses as the blonde peeked through the open bedroom door.

"Here y'are. Cheers."
"Um. Good. Oh, what a big, beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Barbara."
"Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous.
Can't you forget I'm the boss? We're friends."
"Sure, Barbara." Michele was not willing to tell Barbara that her nearness was
the real reason for her nervousness. "Tell me some more about yourself,
Michele. Do you have brothers or sisters?"
"No. My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised
me. They had two boys younger than I." "That must have been difficult."

"Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any "me against
them," or anything. They even saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to
business college. You know, though, I always wanted to have a sister. How about
you, Barbara? Do you have a sister?"

"I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun, too.
Someone to talk girl-talk to. "We were a strict religious family, and there
wasn't much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly about boys, then. My
brothers weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me."

The younger woman drained her glass. "Another?" "Uh, yes, thanks."

The brunette got up and walked to the bar.

"Barbara?"
"Yes?"
"Let's be sisters."
"What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other."
"And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk about as
kids."
"We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!"

They giggled over pulling the cork, Barbara holding the bottle between her legs,
and Michele stroking the neck of the bottle. "What a big one you have, and
what an odd color!" Michele laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to touch
Barbara, finding the brunette unaccountably attractive. "What's going on with
me?" she thought.

Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured. They clinked
glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new "sisterhood".

"But no favors at work," Michele said after a moment. "I wanna make it on my
own." The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit. "Why, of course not. Not even
for a real sister. You should know me better."

They drank in silence for a while. To herself Michele thought, "I was never
attracted to another woman before. Should I tell her?" "I wish I were as
beautiful as you," the blonde whispered, as the brunette refilled the glasses.

"What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think so,
too. I've watched them look at you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from
the bottom drawer of the file cabinet."
"He watches your bottom, too," Michele giggled.
"He's good looking, isn't he?"
"Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He's got great
buns, doesn't he?" Michele was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close
friendship making her feel very comfortable.

"Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes, watching his tight little
cheeks."

They sipped some more. A warm, cozy feeling was creeping up Michele's insides.
Her secret attraction to Barbara, and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also
attracted, was taking a toll.
"You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, er, in bed," she blurted.
"Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet." They laughed.

They sipped a while in silence. "Do you have a man in your life now, Michele?"

She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash and insensitive,
and hadn't formed any lasting attachments. Besides, though she would like a
warm, nurturing relationship and fulfilling sex, she would rather not give up
her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry. She is convinced that
living with someone would present the same problems as marriage.

"No, not right now. You?"
"Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was special. He was one
of the few who didn't mind my being 'Ms. President' and who - well, he was
exciting, but... no good."

Barbara is very selective about those she allows to participate in her private
"rites", and is fiercely loyal to her men - until they prove themselves
"unworthy" of her, when she drops them, often on their heads. She is willing to
try anything once to see if she likes it--and she often does.

"Barbara? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another woman?"
"Wrong? No, of course not."
"Would that make her a lesbian?"
"No, not unless she preferred women to men all the time." Barbara replied,
"Why?"
"Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom." She got
up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong,
and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a thrill up her
belly.

"No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth called her, and she wet
a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button. Meanwhile, Barbara sipped
more champagne and wondered about Michele's question - and wondered at her own
attraction to the voluptuous blonde. She got up, walked to the bar, and found
some pretzels. She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa,
and nibbled at them.

Michele's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her
now-swollen nether lips hungry for contact. She spread her thighs a little
wider, her love bud growing in its pink nest. Her fingers played in the patch of
gently curled hair which barely covered her full woman's lips. She pressed her
thumbs together above her
sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her
delicate inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and her hot
little nubbin moved up and down in its caressing nest.

Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward,
sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the silky pantyhose and soft,
white cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh
muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at
her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her insides. She inserted a
finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to satisfy her agonizing
need. Then she began to walk the fingers around inside herself. She began to mew
softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips,
teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and warm pulses through her
belly.

"She's been gone a long while," Barbara mused, finishing her glass. "I wonder if
she's all right." She chuckled aloud. "She's had a lot to drink, I hope she
didn't pass out in there."

Michele's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her moans becoming
audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a third finger into play. She pulled
at her inner softness, her other hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting
and sliding against her erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass
bounced on the toilet rim.

"I better see if she's okay." Barbara got up and walked to the closed bathroom
door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within.
"Michele?"
No answer.

Michele's mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing from side to side, her
three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast.
Now Barbara really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the door.

"Oh! Excuse... Oh." Embarrased at having barged in, but fascinated by the scene
she was witnessing, Barbara stood a moment in the doorway. Her face flushing
crimson, Michele returned to sensibility, and began to cover herself.

"Oh, sweet little sister, please, please, don't stop. Wouldn't you like to
finish what you started."

Michele's hands didn't want to leave their work, and after a moment resumed
their rubbing. Barbara watched entranced, her own fires warming. She softly
entered the room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Michele.

"Oh yes. Oh, is that good? Mmm." Her hand went to Michele's face, pushing back a
strand of hair. Michele had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy
lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot flesh
of the front wall of her canal. The older woman leaned forward a bit, until her
lips just brushed those of her newly-adopted sister. Her tongue darted out,
teasing Michele's soft, red, also darting tongue.

Barbara found the buttons up the back of Michele's sheer blouse, and undid them
while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the blonde's shoulders as
she broke away. Her hands went to the front clasp of Michele's sheer bra and
undid it quickly. The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from the
blonde's shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Michele's
full breasts were capped with pink silver-dollar-sized areolas, surrounding
little berries that had puckered up hard with her excitement. Barbara's hands
went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently between her
thumbs and forefingers.

"Look how your nipples pucker. I can't resist tasting them." She bent and darted
her tongue over them. Michele's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder.
The brunette leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard tip of
Michele's nipple, while her right hand joined Michele's own. At first
exploring, then massaging Michele's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at
the swollen clitoris, intently watching the emotions on Michele's face.

"Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!"

"Come, little sister. Oh, yes, come for me. You look so lovely!"

Michele reached the heights. She tottered a moment, delightfully pausing at the
brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong. Lightnings went off in her body,
her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass bumped on the seat. Her head was
thrown back, her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her and Barbara's fingers
half out of her body.

"OOOOOOOOHHH."

Skillfully playing the rhythm of Michele's spasms, Barbara carefully massaged
the clit, extending the awesome throes of Michele's pleasure. Slowly, Michele's
aftershocks eased, and she eased into a warm, fuzzy glow. Barbara was
enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had heated, her
ice-blue panties were drenched.

"Kiss me again," Michele murmered. Eagerly, Barbara did, and found a warm,
wet, tongue licking the corners of her mouth. The blonde's hands went out to
Barbara's body. Suddenly, she broke away. "Barbara, I'm scared and I'm
embarassed. I... I've never... er, ..."

The brunette replied, "Neither have I, sweet little sister. I've never even
considered it before. Relax. We're sisters, remember?" This was not true,
since Barbara had pleasured and been pleasured by a number of her close female
friends over the years. She said it to reassure Michele that what they were
doing was special between them.

"You always seem to know things," Michele remarked, nodding.
"Come on, let's not stay in here."

They wandered back out into the hallway, Michele clad only in her skirt and
half-slip, clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the
living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Michele's bounteous breasts were
still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips.

Michele took a big gulp of champagne. Barbara smiled at her. "I'm hot, too,
now," she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping,
and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as
the looked at the full-chested blonde.

Michele watched wide-eyed as the brunette began to rub herself gently through
the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity
was aroused, as well as her inner fires, which were rekindled at the sight.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Barbara's blouse.

"I'll bet your breasts are beautiful."
"They're kinda small, not like yours." The blonde stopped unbuttoning at her
words. "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she thought.

"Go ahead. Please. I do want you to touch me," the brunette whispered.

Michele gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from
under Barbara's belt, drawing the blouse open, unveiling the treasures beneath.
Barbara was wearing a shimmering light blue, lightly padded bra. Michele reached
behind Barbara, unhooked the bra, and gently pulled it forward and down. Though
not large, Barbara's breasts were well shaped and full, firm, high, and crowned
with quarter-sized areolas which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.

"Oh! They ARE beautiful."

On sudden impulse, Michele leaned forward and kissed the hardening brown tips.
Barbara's nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She sometimes "got off"
just from playing with her breasts, or allowing others to do so. The sensation
of Michele's kiss sent chills down her spine, and caused contractions in her
belly. Barbara removed her blouse and bra, and sat back to enjoy the attention,
humming softly in her throat. Michele broke off to kiss her again on the mouth,
parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the brunette's lips.

Michele's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing
them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down
Barbara's neck and fastened her mouth around the nipple and areola, swirling the
flat of her tongue over the ripening plums. Barbara's moaning grew.

"Come, little sister." She said, breathlessly. Getting up, she took Michele's
hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and
began to remove the rest of her clothing. Under the severe business suit, she
had worn a shiny, smooth garter belt, real silk stockings and silky Vanity Fair
panties in an ice blue color, a color that accented her hair and milk-white
skin.

In fact, sometimes Barbara would go without underwear, except for a garter belt
and stockings, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secret
"naughtiness" of it. When Barbara had unfastened her stockings, pulled of her
garter belt and removed her clinging, damp panties, Michele saw that her "bush"
was full, a tangle slightly more red than the hair on her head-it made a lovely
picture: the pale flesh, the auburn public hair and
the full, sensuous navel.

Barbara's legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes
that were a delight to behold. As she bent to remove her stockings, the blonde
briefly glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly
veil.

Michele giggled slightly and removed her skirt and half slip. In a moment, there
were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the
bed. Barbara laughed. "We forget to bring the wine!"

"I'll get it," Michele laughed. Barbara watched her go. She really did have a
nice derriere.
"Don't forget the glasses," she called out.

Barbara turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Michele returned, she
smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her.
Michele giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat
next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman's neck, her
ample breasts just brushing the tips of the brunette's smaller ones.

Barbara began to stroke Michele's back, running her hands up and down the other
woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the
blonde back down into the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and
lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks.
Michele flicked Barbara's jutting nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing
them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between
her lips. Barbara began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the
covers. Michele flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full nipples, and the
brunette began to shiver.

Barbara cupped her hands over Michele's breasts as they hung down over her, and
began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her nipples in her
fingers.

"That feels so good, Barbara," Michele murmered. Her hand strayed down Barbara's
belly. "You're so pretty. I love your pubic hair. See how it curls." She ran her
fingers through the shock of curls adorning Barbara's belly. She pulled gently
at the auburn curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they
covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger
in the valley between. The brunette put her arms around the blonde and pulled
her onto her body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's fuller
ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh hard against Michele's thigh and rotated her
hips slowly.

Michele squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other
over, Barbara's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's lips were
kissing the brunettes. She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers,
running them up over her breasts, down over her hips. She manoeuvered herself
until her again-erect bud was pressing hotly against Barbara's. She ground her
hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so
that it simultaneously touched both their clits, then pumped it up and down.

Barbara lunged her hips forward and up, increasing the pressure, pressing her
own lengthening bud against the blonde's. The two women writhed and squirmed,
finding the right angle, pressing, moving. Their wet warmths bumped and ground
together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their
hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples. The auburn
and blonde curls mingled wetly as their bodies sought release, their two erect
love-buds straining against each others'.

Michele dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, "Am I
doing this? Or am I dreaming?" Barbara was beyond thought, her quicker responses
having already brought her near the edge of orgasm. She began to quiver, her
nipples rock-hard, her voice only capable of sighs and moans.

"Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM."

Barbara had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat
grew from her skin, her brown areolas and nipples looked ready to burst.

"mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"

In the next moment, Michele, too, went over, plunging into the lightnings once
more. Her vagina clamped and released as her sphincters spasmed, rubbing ever
more fiercely against her slender partner's neither lips.

"OHH... UNG...AHH."

Michele collapsed over the brunette's body. They twined their arms and legs
about each other, squirming in their aftershocks.

"Ohh. Nice," Barbara breathed. She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed
one to Michele, and sipped. Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a
drawer, moved aside some lingerie, and withdrew a vibrator.

"Do you have any 'toys' at home, Michele?" Michele was embarrased at the sight
of Barbara's "toy." When she felt the urge at home, she had learned to "help
herself" with fingers or a pillow--but never with something so blatenty sexual.
Michele blushed, and murmered,"no." Barbara walked back to the bed, carrying the
instrument. She bent down beside the bed to plug the vibrator in the wall. She
drank more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator
between her legs, prodding at her still-moist lips, then stopped.

"Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the instrument to Michele. Michele
hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Barbara's open, vulnerable body, her legs
spread wide, her pink portals open. She gulped down the rest of the contents of
her glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the brunette's knees.
She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley and rubbed it
slowly up and down. Barbara reached down and pulled her lips apart with her
fingers, moaning softly. Michele prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love
with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found
the control knob on its end, and turned it a little.

A low-pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and
twisted some more, wetting the end in Barbara's ample juices. Barbara moaned,
her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Michele watched fascinated as the
device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the
red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling
how she did herself with her own fingers. With each entry Barbara's moans grew
deeper. When half the length of the vibrator had disappeared, Michele turned the
control up a bit more. The hum rose, the instrument pulsing in her hand.

"Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..."

Michele pulled it slowly out, then pushed it back in. It slid more easily as
Barbara's moisture wet the shaft. Michele was warming to her task, and began to
pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down. Although she
was unconscious of it, Michele's free hand wrapped itself around her left
breast, squeezing it, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing
them.

Barbara was grasping her own breasts. She spread her fingers, and rotating her
wrists, rolled her erect nipples. Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then
drew together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and forth.

"Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!"

Michele pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance
of Barbara's insides. She watched enthralled as the brunette began to buck, her
hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking.
Michele's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed. She watched the brunette's
pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the instrument, how her erect nubbin
clawed at it as she pressed it in.

"Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!"

Barbara bucked up, her body contacting the bed only with her feet and shoulders.
Her skin flushed, her nipples expanding. Michele turned the control up all the
way. The instrument buzzed, it seemed almost to draw into Barbara's body of
itself. Barbara pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more
deeply than Michele had dared.

"mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!"

Michele rotated the end of the vibrator, twisting it in the brunette's body,
stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers.

"mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!"

Again the rising moaning cry burst from Barbara's throat. Her body flopped back
to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She
drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Michele had released her hold on the
vibrator when Barbara dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The
butt end was slippery with the overflow of Barbara's hot honey. Her round
ass-cheeks glistened with it. Michele pumped the shaft, jerking it with very
short quick strokes. Barbara's whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms
clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a grimace.

"Nn... NNg... Gggk..."

Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips. Finally, the spasms began to ease.
She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened. Michele turned the control off
and began to withdraw the vibrator.

"Ahh! Wait! Slowly."

More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing.

"Gee, I never come like that," she thought.

Barbara lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed. Michele looked at the instument,
slick with the other woman's honey. She lay down next to Barbara, spread her
legs and pressed it to her tunnel. How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready
as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up
and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied her, watching
the other woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing
the work. She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and
took the device in both hands and pushed.

"Ohh. Yes, it's good. Ohh."

Barbara awoke from her drowse at the sounds.

"Oh, little sister, let me."
Barbara took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

"Here. Lie over these," she instructed. Michele rolled over onto the pillows,
her voluptuous round cheeks
in the air, her knees far apart.

"Now relax, little sister." Barbara parted Michele's lips with one hand and
guided the instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around
in Michele's body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched
it on.

"Mmmm" Michele mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her. Barbara
worked more and more of the device into Michele, twisting and turning it as she
did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated
cheeks of Michele's wiggling derriere.

"Ohh. Umm." Barbara advanced the control another notch.

"Oooh... Ung.." The brunette pumped the vibrating device in and out of
Michele's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve.
She watched how Michele's flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how
it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched
as the little ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out. Sensing the
blonde was at the edge, Barbara turned the machine on full and pressed it in,
working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Michele's other
opening with a wet fingertip.

"Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!"

Michele's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles rippling, as the waves of
intense pleasure mounted to climax. Michele came. And came. Her insides churned
as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine.
She clamped hard on the vibrator, as it hummed within her. She thought she would
pass out, but still Barbara insistantly stirred the machine in her body, while
stroking her anus.

At last Michelle slumped with exhaustion, and the device turned off. Slowly it
withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going. "Oh,
Barbara. That was... beautiful! But, oh, I'm so sleepy!"

"Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep well." "Good.
Thanks. Hold me?"

hey kissed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

[Jinxd]

Annie

By way of introduction before I begin, I'm 5'3", 32B-22-32, green eyes, 105#,
with blonde hair just below my shoulders. I just thought that this might help
complete a picture...

I met her at a dance club -- somehow we just knew that we felt the same way
about sex...

I really thought at first that we'd just talk for awhile; I wasn't out to pick
up anyone -- male or female. We talked for quite some time, in fact, about the
weather, work, politics; we covered just about everything. We bought each other
drinks, we split an order of fried cheese, we listened to the music -- in
general, we had a great time. I felt like I was 19 again -- telling her
"secrets," flirting together with the guys...

After quite a few drinks and a lot of time on the dance floor, Annie said to me,
"I really should go and 'powder my nose.' Come with me?"

Annie was washing her hands as I came out of the stall. I washed my hands, and
then noticed both the other driers had "Out of Order" signs hung on them. I
stood beside her, waiting for her to finish, and she said to me, "You know,
there's enough hot air here for both of us." I began rubbing my hands in the
air stream below Annie's. Our hands bumped together briefly, and I jumped -- I
had been staring at the wall, my mind blank, and it startled me. Annie
apologized, and I told her that I didn't mind, that it had just surprised me.
She then touched my hand a little less briefly, and when I didn't pull away, she
ran her fingertips gently along the palm to my wrist. I shivered at her touch.

I returned Annie's caress with one of my own, along the back of her hand down to
her fingers. She leaned closer to me, our fingertips touching, her breath light
on my cheek. I looked up into her eyes and nearly melted. She bent her head,
and her lips brushed mine. I felt a spark begin at that touch and travel down
my spine, radiating out along my arms and to our still-touching fingers and
further down my back, ending in a small explosion between my quaking legs.

"My God," Annie moaned, "did you just feel what I did?"

"Yes, I'm sure I did," I replied. "Maybe we can explore that a little more
later?"

"I'd like that very much." Another brush of our lips, and we composed
ourselves, returning to the tables along the bar.

We had barely made it into our chairs when two gorgeous guys came over and began
a conversation. Their lines had "pick-up" written all over them, but I decided
to play along for a while. When neither was looking my way, I caught Annie's
eye and winked; she acknowledged with a quick nod -- we would have some fun with
these two guys.

After a minute or two of small talk, they bought us fresh drinks, then suggested
that we dance. The four of us trailed off to the dance floor and spent the next
twenty minutes gyrating to "the Latest Music Of The City." Then the DJ put on a
slow song. Bill took me in his arms and pulled me close while Tom did the same
with Annie. As we shuffled around the floor, I felt something growing larger
between Bill's legs. I ground my hips into his, just to see what would happen.
As I expected, his cock hardened, and his hands moved down my back, stopping at
the very top of my ass. The song trailed off into another slow number, and Bill
inched his hands slowly downward. I didn't encourage him any more, but I didn't
resist, either. As the song drew to an end, Bill had finally worked his hands
down to cup my cheeks.

The DJ had evidently noticed that the crowd was thinning out at the bar, as well
as on the dance floor, because he launched right back into a hard-driving rap
number. I broke away from Bill, noticing his somewhat startled look out of the
corner of my eye. Evidently this was not part of "The Plan." I turned to see
Annie, with Tom trailing puppy-like behind, moving in our direction. I looked
at her and said, "Thanks for the dances, guys. It's been great, but I really do
have to be getting home."

Annie turned to Tom and, glancing at her watch, said, "I didn't realize it was
so late! I'd better be leaving too. I've got to catch a plane tomorrow
morning." I was a bit startled when she mentioned the plane, but just let it go
for the time being, since it neatly disengaged us from the guys. We went to the
coat room and collected our jackets, then headed out to the parking lot.

We got to Annie's car first -- mine was two rows away. Annie said, "I live out
to the north, about 45 minutes away. How far are you?" I fumbled for just a
second, expecting her to say that she had to get home and sleep so that she
could catch her plane, but then recovered and replied, "About 20 to 25 minutes."

"Great," she replied, "and that puts me a lot closer to the airport, too. So
I'll follow you, OK?" I said, "Sure, mine's the red pick-up over there." I gave
her a simplified set of directions, including where I'd pull over if we got
separated, and then went over to my little truck. All the way home, I was
rubbing my thighs together, trying to control myself -- especially since we
really hadn't committed ourselves (or at least that's what I kept telling
myself, in case it was true, even though I didn't believe it...).

When we arrived, I showed Annie where to leave her car, put my pickup in the
garage, then led her up the driveway to the front door -- going in through my
basement is not a good way to impress someone. We were barely inside -- I was
still locking the front door -- and she was already tearing off my clothes...
She had gotten my jacket off and my blouse unbuttoned (revealing the silk cami
top which covered my bra-less chest), and as I led her through the house, in a
direct line to the bedroom, she managed to unzip and remove my skirt as well.

Finally, we got to the bedroom (my house had never seemed so big!). Annie looked
hungrily at me, her eyes moving downward to take in the royal blue camisole,
garter belt, g-string, and stockings. I let her finish, and as her eyes
returned to lock on mine, I pushed her back on the bed, and began to unbutton
her dress. The buttons ran all the way from top to hem -- countless small
buttons which furstrated me as I tried to get them open. As I moved downward,
her dress parted to reveal a red and black silk gartered teddy with which held
up her black fishnet stockings. I licked my lips in anticipation, hardly
waiting to completely unwrap this lovely package.

I started kissing her: first, gently brushing her cheek, then lightly on her
lips, and then more and more as she thrust her tongue between my lips and I
through hers, our mouths joined together, tongues intertwined, fighting each
other to drive even deeper... and then backing off to nibble on her lips, as
she licked mine, tasting, and then thrusting once again. I broke away to
continue my exploration, trailing kisses down her neck and behind her ears, and
then on down to her shoulders.

I nibbled at her earlobe and then blew gently into her ear; she tensed at that,
and then her pelvis lunged as i thrust my tongue in. I teased her ear a moment
longer, then began kissing my way down her jaw to her throat, then across to her
shoulder. I gently kissed and licked from one shoulder to the other and back,
and then, hooking one strap of her teddy in my teeth, pulled it down over her
shoulder. I moved back across her, my lips trailing lightly over her skin, to
do the same to the other strap. She shivered at the touch of my lips on her
smooth flesh.

With the straps out of the way, I began kissing her upper chest, my lips
occasionally straying down under the upper lip of her teddy. Eventually, I
reached up and pulled the straps down further; Annie helped me by pulling her
arms up through them without my having to pull the top down any further. It was
like she could read my mind, she knew so well what I wanted to do to turn her
on! Of course, my next action was to take the top of her teddy between my teeth
and pull it slowly downward, revealing her gorgeous tits -- firm 36D tits, with
large, dark aureolae, and lovely firm nipples. I started licking them like
crazy -- I couldn't control myself any longer, I just had to nibble, lick and
suckle at her breast! Her nipples began growing, and getting firmer -- so
incredibly hard!

I positioned myself straddling her with one knee between her legs, and she began
grinding her mound against my thigh. I could feel her wetness beginning to seep
through her silk crotch. She was totally into it by then -- writhing beneath
me, her head moving from side to side, and her hips grinding in slow
figure-eights. I finally tore myself away from her chest to continue downwards,
across her silk-covered stomach, kissing her through the fabric. By the time I
was at her crotch, her teddy was completely soaked between her legs. I couldn't
wait any longer; she smelled so delicious -- I ripped the snaps off the teddy
and dived into her. She tasted heavenly -- sweet, but just a little tartness.

I put my hands under her, and lifted her by her ass-cheeks, then licked her from
her ass to her pubic hair. I moved back to her pussy-hole and lapped up her
juice, savoring it as I licked her. I moved up to her clit, and she went crazy,
bucking up into me. I slid down a bit further so I could bring a finger up to
her cunt. I slid it slowly from her curly-haired mound, past her throbbing
clit, and down her slit, passing between her inner and outer lips, and ending by
teasing her anus. I drew it back upwards as my mouth returned to suck on her
clit, and came to rest poised at her hot opening.

Annie was wriggling her ass in an attempt to capture my finger, but I held back
and slowly inserted it into her pulsating hole. She began to cum almost
immediately, her pussy drawing my finger in and rippling against it. I felt her
let go and thrust another finger inside, thrusting in and out as my lips and
tongue worked over her engorged clit. She just continued cumming, and finally I
stopped as she writhed, gasping for breath, underneath me.

I moved over to lay beside her and hold her as she calmed down and regained her
composure. When she seemed to have come back into the world, I said to her,
"I've got a toy that I've just been dying to try out." I slid across the bed
and reached into a drawer, pulling out what has got to be the world's largest
double-headed dildo. I saw it once in a catalogue, and knew I had to have one;
I ordered it and it had just come in.

Annie looked at me, then at the rubber cock, and reached out for it. She took
one end in her hand and drew it up to her mouth, and then started on the most
sensuous cock-sucking that I have ever seen. I kept hold of the other end, and
began duplicating her movements. I had planned to start with it on her, then
after some more sucking on "her"cock, straddle her and slide it into my own
cunt, but Annie had a different idea. She pulled me back down onto the bed and
flipped me over onto my back, then practically ripped off my g-string and spread
my legs. She briefly felt my pussy with her fingers, and finding it soaked,
shoved the dildo deep into my hot hole in one fast stroke.

She stroked the dildo in and out a few times to get me even hotter, then went
back to giving me a blow job -- but this time, it was definitely "my cock" that
was getting the workout! The way she worked over that dildo, with licks and
kisses, long and short strokes, and teasing squeezes, I was pretty close to
cumming. Then suddenly she stopped, stood up and slowly stripped off her teddy.
I watched her strip, unconsciously stroking that two-ended cock in and out (just
like I've seen guys do when I've stripped for them), simmering close to orgasm.
Wearing only her fishnet stockings, Annie knelt back down and straddled me, once
again sucking and stroking my latex "cock." She straightened up on her knees,
and reached down between her legs to get her hands wet with her pussy juice,
then she lubed the dildo with it. She stroked it some more, then when i was on
the edge of cumming, she slowly began lowering herself, her pussy once again
glistening with her juices, onto my "cock."

I began thrashing around, pumping my pelvis up to meet her. She settled down
onto me, and our pussies ground together as the dildo became buried deeper in
our cunts. Annie started moaning again herself, then she began humping up and
down, slowly thrusting the "cock" in and out of both our cunts. We must have
been at it for over an hour, cumming together and alternately, before she
finally collapsed on top of me, exhausted.

[Jinxd]

"Cabled"
by Shawn O.

Even though she was expecting someone, Kimberly still jumped when the doorbell
rang. It had been like this lately. A thick, palpable tension crackled around
her, transporting her far from the present, leaving her exposed, vulnerable.
Literally exposed, she discovered, for she had been standing naked before the
full length mirror in the hallway of her apartment when the doorbell rang.

Though Kimberly had convinced herself that her staring at her own image in the
mirror had not been planned, it too had been occurring more and more lately.
She blamed the heat of the August day; and it was hot, well over ninety. She
had been cleaning up in the kitchen when her ownbody heat had become unbearable,
soaking her shorts and T-shirt with slick sweat. After stripping and tossing
the clothes into the laundry, she was going back to her bedroom when she passed
herself in the mirror.

Before she was even aware that she had stopped, her head had spun quickly, as if
she had caught sight of someone attractive. A small smile pushed up the corners
of her mouth as she halted and looked. Suddenly, she was feeling more secure
about her looks. Though she was not a heavy woman, in college Kimberly had been
on the softball team, and she had the build one normally associates with
softball players: large, firm breasts, square shoulders, slim and solid hips,
thick legs. Since that time a few years ago, however, she had worked hard to
attain a more feminine figure.

The image staring back at her suggested she had succeeded. In place of the
thick legs there were now two slender, toned limbs. If she lacked the stride of
a lady it was only because she detested high heels. Her bum had filled out in
the last couple of years, and she did nothing to discourage it, adding many
repetitions of squats in the gym she went to three times a week. Her real work,
however, was evidenced at her waist, which had lost more than several inches.
This she credited to cutting almost all the fat out of her diet.

So she had stopped to admire her body in the mirror. But that admiration, that
physical appreciation, had quickly left her hollow. I've got the body I want,
she thought winsomely as she let her hands run up her hips. But I'm lacking
something--something very important. As her hands reached the sides of her
heavy breasts, she knew what it was--or, more precisely, what it wasn't. A
shudder rippled through her body at the touch of her hands to her breasts and
she closed her eyes.

His name had been Doug, and she should of taken that to be the first warning.
Doug, it seemed, was a universal name used by all good looking men. She knew
the day she turned Doug's head that all her hard work, all the dieting and
exercising, had paid off. Doug was a majestic male, and so taken by him had she
been that a trickle of sexual excitement soaked her crotch and ran down the
inside of her leg the very second their eyes had met.

Seducing him was next, something she thought she could never do. But he was all
too eager to be seduced, and as she slipped his clothes away to reveal the most
startling body she had ever seen, her excitement strangely began to ebb. In
fact, by the time he had worked his way into her, she was nearly dry. Only
through a great sexual effort had she been able to tolerate his thrusting, his
lips on her breasts, his probing fingers. And that was what made her shudder as
she looked at herself now.

The thing that allowed Kimberly to survive her fading night of lust with Doug
had been the vision of another woman. Standing before the mirror and lightly
rolling her own aching nipples between thumb and forefinger, that vision
returned.

Kimberly didn't know who the woman she kept fantasizing about was. Just an
amalgamation of feminine features that sent her into wild, shuddering
convulsions. A composite woman, a strange, dark beauty of the American type,
large breasted, cherry nippled, red lipped, the woman could have stepped from
the pages of a lingerie catalogue. Kimberly's heart raced, and the image once
more flooded back to her.

They were always on a beach, Kimberly and the woman. The sun was high and very
hot, suggesting a tropical location. Kimberly, laying in a lounge and clad only
in a bikini that let the better parts of her fall out, would always spot the
woman from afar. Sitting up, she would watch the woman approach. As remarkable
a body as the woman had, Kimberly would always notice her smile first. It was
the smile that got her, the smile that set her heart on its side, the smile that
tingled the
warm nook between her legs.

As the woman covered the last few steps, she would reach up behind her and
release herself from the tiny swimsuit. Then, Kimberly would see the oil. For
a moment the woman would stand over Kimberly, and Kimberly would see that she
carried a small bottle of oil. The woman's smile never changed, even then as
she slowly caressed Kimberly's body with her eyes. Without saying a word, the
woman would kneel beside Kimberly and began stripping away her bikini.

With one sharp suck, Kimberly's breath would be drawn in, arching her back
sunward, swelling her breasts and thrusting them up where they met a hot trickle
of oil. The woman's fingers were tender but firm as they spread the oil in
small, eccentric circles, running up the mass of Kimberly's breasts, dallying on
her nipples, tipping them with rocked prominence, then sliding down the concave
of her belly, until finally the woman's fingers skidded over the tangle of her
pubic hair and plied the slick folds of flesh between her legs.

When the doorbell rang a second time, Kimberly gasped and opened her eyes. Her
dizziness nearly toppled her, and the first thing she saw was her own
reflection. Two fingers of a hand were buried deep within her dark venus, and
she squatted slightly to accommodate the mounting orgasm within her. The inside
of one thigh was shiny and slick and a musky smell, the smell of sex, hung in
the air like a low morning fog.

Quickly Kimberly grabbed a fresh T-shirt and pulled it on as she rushed to the
door. One more second, she thought, trying to catch her breath.

She spoke into the intercom: "Who is it?"

A woman's voice answered: "Eastern Cable. I'm here to hook up your cable
television service."

Again, Kimberly didn't know what to do. With the image of her fantasy woman
still smoldering behind her eyes, she immediately associated the female voice
with that. But the woman Kimberly let into her apartment was quite different.
First of all, she was blonde and petite. And her clothing left everything to the
imagination, for she was clad in the dark blue workers' coverall prominent in
the blue collar world. A baseball cap bearing the Eastern Cable Company logo hid
what Kimberly suspected was a short, close cropped haircut. A patch over her
left breast proclaimed her name to be Janet.

Janet was not at all unattractive, thought Kimberly as she pointed down the hall
and followed her. Fine, pale skin and thin lips were a delicate contrast to the
type of work Janet did, and her blue eyes were pale and frosty. There must have
been a lot more woman to Janet, for as Kimberly followed her she noticed an
evident wiggle in her behind. By the time they reached the living room,
Kimberly was smiling. Janet caught her as she turned around, and her own smile
broke her lips. For a moment, there was a silence that was awkward only in
anticipation.

"That's a very nice television," said Janet.

"Thanks. That's one of the reasons I finally decided to get cable. The
reception on this side of the city is lousy."

"I know." Janet's eyes darted down for a second, and only then was Kimberly
made fully aware of how short the t- shirt she was wearing really was. In fact,
it had been ear marked for the rag bag. Kimberly looked down and found that her
nipples, still hard and sensitive, pushed through the worn material, as if they
too wanted to see what Janet looked like. For all intents and purposes, the
T-shirt ended just below the lower reaches of her pudendum. She wondered how
much of her cheeks would be revealed in the back, but instead of embarrassing
her, the thought of it, the knowledge that she was naked save for the dying
T-shirt in the presence of an attractive woman sent an electric thrill buzzing
through her body. When Kimberly looked back up, Janet had turned to the
television.

"Okay if I slide the set forward?"

"Sure, whatever."

With the television set pushed forward, Janet got in behind it and began setting
up the cable box. In this manner, she could face Kimberly and the rest of the
living room. Kimberly watched her work, and saw that she continued to smile.
Smile, she thought. Her smile is so lovely, so peaceful, so warm. Like the
smile of the woman--

"You must be dying in that work suit," Kimberly said, folding her arms beneath
her breasts. pushing them up slightly and hiking the bottom of the T-shirt up a
critical inch or two. Janet's eyes flashed to that newly revealed spot for a
second. The smile remained.

"Yeah. We were supposed to be issued summer uniforms, but, as usual, somebody
screwed up."

"Would you like something cold to drink?"

"Maybe when I'm finished, thanks."

Kimberly backed up a step, keeping Janet in her sight, and sat down on the
couch. At first she sat with her knees together, watching Janet work, watching
her smile. Then, when Janet seemed particularly engrossed with the circuitry
behind the set, Kimberly tucked one leg beneath her, and brought the other knee
up to her chin. Her crotch was now boldly revealed to the open air, her T-shirt
well up over her hips.

A foreign electricity gripped Kimberly. She felt drunk and surreal, almost as
if she were having an out of body experience. Rising up from herself, she saw
the scene: Janet, working diligently, and Kimberly, her pussy thrown open wide
to world, as if this were a normal, everyday occurrence. The thought of it made
her mouth thick and sticky and tinny with expectation. Janet finally looked up.

She made no attempt to disguise the track of her eyes: they started first at
Kimberly's face, but then they were drawn down magically, down to that black,
exposed vee, and there they boldly stayed, one second, two seconds, three
seconds, before traveling up the line of her legs, back down to her exposed
pinkness, and then, finally, back up to her eyes.

Janet said: "Do you know where the cable jack is?"

Kimberly swallowed precipitously and said, "Yes. It's just around the corner."

The two women stood there in the small hallway opposite the mirror. Just above
the mirror was the cable jack.

"I've never seen a cable jack in a stranger place," said Janet.

Kimberly was watching them in the mirror; the hallway seemed crowded, the two of
them, plus their images. When Kimberly spoke, she did so to Janet's image, not
to Janet directly.

"It's a really old building, so cable must have been an afterthought, I guess."

"I guess," said Janet, taking Kimberly's lead and speaking to the mirror. "Have
you got a stool or something?"

Kimberly retrieved a stool from the closet, and as Janet was about to climb it,
Kimberly gently took her arm.

"Wait a minute," Kimberly said, again speaking to Janet's image in the mirror
that faced them, "it's dirty up there."

With a rag in her hand, Kimberly mounted the three steps of the stool.

Janet never moved. The smile, that same small, thin smile never left her lips.
When Kimberly reached the top step, she looked down. Janet's face was level with
her hips. Kimberly hesitated a moment, returning Janet's smile. Then, she
lifted her arms up over her shoulders and began to slowly wipe the dust from the
moulding above. At first she did not look down; she preferred to fantasize.

Behind her eyes, Kimberly tried to imagine the scene below her. With her arms
lifted high, the short T-shirt would hike up well above her navel, exposing
herself entirely to Janet. Her breasts, as well, would be visible as they
tented out her T-shirt. Kimberly felt the new air reaching her body, and she
continued to slowly wipe away the dust. When Kimberly finally did look down,
after what seemed like hours, she saw that Janet was indeed looking.

But Janet was not looking at Kimberly; instead she looked at Kimberly's image in
the mirror. The smile was still there, but now it was more intense, as if Janet
were studying for an exam. Slowly, Janet's head turned. When it stopped, her
nose was only a few short inches from Kimberly's exposed vulva. Her eyes ran
around it, then they moved up under her shirt, and Kimberly herself wondered
what her breasts looked like from below. Finally, Janet closed her eyes and
took in a long, deep breath through her nose.

Kimberly's musky juicing filled the apartment.

"I think that it's ready," said Kimberly, and as she stepped carefully down,
she kept her eyes locked with Janet's.

When Janet had finished hooking up the cable, she returned to the television in
the living room. Kneeling before it, she turned the power on and began fiddling
with the controls.

"Could you help me?" she asked, turning to Kimberly. "There's a small control
knob in the back of the cable box, and I need to synchronize it with your set.
Could you turn it slowly for me?"

Kimberly moved over next to Janet, and once again her crotch was on a level with
Janet's eyes.

"I think I've found it," said Kimberly.

"Good. Now, slowly turn it counter-clockwise. There, just like that."

Kimberly's heart was thudding painfully beneath her breasts. Janet would be
done in a moment, then gone. Suddenly, Kimberly felt her feet edging forward.
Janet stopped watching the television and started watching Kimberly. With her
toes Kimberly pulled herself to Janet. A final gentle hip thrust brought her
pussy mound in contact with the baseball cap Janet wore. Kimberly began biting
her lip, then her tongue escaped, licking her lips while she watched.

Janet reached up and delicately removed her cap. She laid it on the floor
beside her. Now Kimberly's crotch came closer, until finally she could feel the
end of Janet's nose tickling her pubic hair. Finally, Janet's smile
disappeared. But only because her tongue, thick and red and swollen to resemble
a piece of wet, exotic fruit, extended from her mouth.

Kimberly felt the first warm probing of Janet's tongue and released her
tumescence instantly. Her body shivered and she gently bucked her hips in a
forward rotational motion. Janet's hands slid up behind her and firmly grasped
her buns, steadying Kimberly while firmly pulling her onto her wide opened
mouth. Only with great effort did Kimberly manage to pull off her T-shirt. She
continued shuddering while Janet's licking and sucking focused.

And then, Kimberly felt her clitoris isolated by Janet's lips. With her lips
forming a tiny "o", Janet slowly sucked it, drawing it forward, while her nose
made small circles on the surface of Kimberly's soaked pudendum. Again Kimberly
felt herself tumbling toward another release, and she came hard and long and
spasmodically, grabbing the back of Janet's head and forcing her face deep into
the heat between her legs. When she had finished, Kimberly stood back and
watched Janet rise.

Janet escaped from her coveralls quickly, revealing a hidden treasure of a body.
Her breasts were small by comparison to Kimberly's, but Janet's muscular back
made them seem larger. Kimberly gasped when she saw the small, almost white
trace of hair pointing south between Janet's hips. Now both naked, they stopped
a few inches from each other, content in their silent admiration.

Then Janet stepped forward, rising up a little on her tiptoes so their nipples
could touch. Both women looked down and watched as the ends of their breasts
nudged and rubbed each other. Soon they were fondling each other gently. Janet
was first, daring now, and her finger tips caressed the sides of Kimberly's
breasts, sliding down to her nipples, big brown diamonds surrounded by a
chocolate sea of areola. There she simultaneously pinched both her own nipple
and Kimberly's between her thumb and forefinger. Kimberly let out a small cry
of surprise, then joined in with Janet.

And then, they kissed, lightly at first, with some trepidation, then with a deep
force that pulled them together and mashed their chests into one warm mass of
quivering joy. Their hands fled freely over each other, kneading buns, pulling
harder.

Slowly they fell to their knees, then all the way to the floor. Kimberly gently
forced Janet onto her back and covered her with her own body. On all fours,
Kimberly dangled her breasts over Janet's, rotating her back and again letting
her nipples graze Janet's. Her mouth drew her down farther, and soon she had
one of Janet's breasts in her mouth.

With her lips far apart she engulfed most of the breast. Inside her mouth she
felt the fat of her tongue lick Janet's solid nipple. In another moment she had
the nipple between her teeth, and while her incisors lightly gripped it, her
tongue dashed back and forth over the part of the nipple that had been pinched
behind her teeth. Finally Janet moaned, then arched her back.

As if she could extrude and project her vulva, the hot folds of Janet's flesh
there reached out and brushed against Kimberly's own mound. By gently scissoring
each other, the women found they could stimulate themselves in a most carnal
way. Kimberly was content to ride her partner in this fashion for uncountable
minutes.

She found herself sliding away, however, her body pulled along the surface of
Janet's, her large breasts displacing themselves first on Janet's, then down her
tight waist to the small roundness of her tummy, across her wiry pubis where,
for a breathless instant Kimberly felt her nipple slide across Janet's soaked
crotch, and finally along the inside of her thighs.

Then Kimberly rose and knelt between Janet's legs, which were spread wide apart.
Letting her fingers race down the inside of Janet's thighs, Kimberly felt her
own smile mounting. Janet returned it and reached up and fondled one of
Kimberly's breasts. Then Kimberly closed her eyes and opened her mouth as she
slowly descended upon Janet.

Kimberly tasted salt at first, the sweat from Janet's heat. Her tongue licked
the inside of Janet's hard thighs. And then it entered a soft, wet place,
musky, acid in taste, but oh so sweet and tender. Her mouth opened and her lips
came into play and behind her closed eyes Kimberly's fantasy slowly melted into
the reality of the afternoon.

It had finished with Janet reaching a low, rumbling orgasm. Continuing to lay
on her back, Janet projected her bottom up into the air by arching her back
deeply and propping her buns up with her hands. Kimberly sat cross legged and
helped hold Janet up, who really weighed next to nothing. This allowed Janet to
drape her legs over Kimberly's shoulders; at times Kimberly thought she would
drown in a tide of Janet's wet reaction. She felt as though she had drunk
gallons of sweet nectar.

And then, with Janet's bucking finished, they rolled into one more embrace, one
more wet trade, a final taste. While Janet dressed, Kimberly watched from the
couch, not bothering herself to reclothe. She got up to walk her to the door.
There Janet hesitated and turned to face Kimberly.

"I'm not sure I hooked everything up correctly," said Janet, trying to hold
back her smile. "I might have to come back and...readjust something."

Janet allowed herself one last tweak of Kimberly's nipples, and then she was
gone. Kimberly leaned against the door, her eyes closed, her chest heaving with
her sharp intakes of breath. When she finally opened her eyes, she walked over
to the television and unscrewed the cable wire. The television, which had been
on but muted the entire time, now went white with snow.

Kimberly melted into her couch and smiled. Her tension was gone.

[Jinxd]

Four Seasons: June Revelations [ FF ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcri...@yahoo.com)

Kate's father cursed lightly as the wrench slipped. Kate looked up from her
reading and settled her deep brown eyes on him.

"Can I help, Daddy?"
"Not really work that you can do, honey. Thanks for the offer though."

Kate bent her head back to her book. The humidity was high today making the
pages stick together. She didn't mind, she was barely paying attention to the
words anyway. The sun beat down on the dusty yard. Her father was tinkering with
the tractor, tuning it up or something. She had wandered out to keep him
company, and distract herself. She was wearing a light yellow sundress and was
perched on an old stump left from when the land was cleared. Her long brunette
hair curled around her shoulders in the slight wind. She'd reread the same
sentence twelve times, her thoughts elsewhere. A tear escaped and trickled down
her pale cheek.

She looked up from her book to find her father standing in front of her. She
hadn't noticed as he'd finished up with the mechanical work. He crouched in
front of her and lay his hard hands on her knees. They were clean despite the
work he was doing. Probably degreased himself before coming over to her. He was
thoughtful that way.

"Katie, sweetheart?"

"Mmmmm?" she cocked her head and looked at him quizzically. She absently wiped
at the tear running down her cheek, hoping that he wouldn't notice. But she knew
that he'd notice and she knew what was coming. She hoped that she could avoid
the discussion once again.

"Katie, you know I love you and I'll butt out. I know it's none of my business."

"You're right, Daddy, it isn't."
"You were such good friends."
"I know. We. Just grew apart."

"Something happened. You won't even take her calls anymore. She's trying you
know. Whatever she did."

"You couldn't understand what she did."

"Whatever it is, she's trying at least. She calls here every day. And it breaks
my heart to have to keep telling her that you don't want to talk to her. You
used to listen at least, even if you didn't say anything into that phone. Now,
you won't even listen to her voice."

"I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Will you talk to her next time she calls?"
Kate bit her lip and slowly shook her head.

"Darling, you have your mother in you. She was stubborn as an old goat, too.
Think about it. You can't solve nothing without talking about it. You're smart,
you know that. Linda's worth more than that. You know that, too."

"I know, Daddy."

He patted her knee and stood. "I just don't like seeing you this way, pumpkin. I
really wish I could help."

"You are. You're there." Kate smiled as best she could for her father.

He tried to smile back reassuringly. He really didn't want to impose, but she
was so darned unhappy these days. He knew it was Linda, but he didn't quite
understand why. They'd been inseparable. He'd even spoken to the Reverend.
Linda's father didn't know either. Just that they weren't getting along and
Linda desperately wanted to talk to Kate. He couldn't very well tie her up and
force her to listen, though. And he loved her far too much to risk directing her
wrath at him by butting in where he had no right to be. He knew it wasn't right
to get involved anyway; this was between Kate and Linda. That's why he felt so
helpless as he turned back to the old tractor. It just broke his heart to see
his only daughter like this.

Kate quietly returned to her book. An hour or so had passed when she looked up
again. Her father had been cursing softly again. Just mild cursing, nothing
major. Cursing wasn't encouraged in the home.

She rose to her feet and approached her father.
"You want anything to drink?"
"Maybe an iced tea, if you are offering. It's durn hot out here."

She lifted the dress away from her skin at the hips by pinching the fabric.
"Stuck to me. I guess it is hot."

"You don't have to be out here with me, if you don't want."
"I'll keep you company. Who else will, you cantankerous old man?"

He aimed a swat at her with his oily hands but she danced away with a laugh. She
ran towards the house and stood by the kitchen window, mixing up some iced tea.
She added a few ice cubes to the mixture and poured two tall glasses. She sipped
at her glass as she returned to the back of the house.

She stopped in her tracks after she'd descended from the porch, a look of
sadness and longing pervading her features. She stood motionless trying to
decide what to do. Walk quietly back into the house before they noticed her, or
deliver the drink to her father then return to the house. Her heart was
desperately trying to convince her mind to at least say hello. She hadn't seen
her in months. Not a word.

Her father glanced up from his conversation with the girl.
"Honey? Please?" he called out to Kate frozen to the spot.
Kate just quickly shook her head, eyes downcast.

"Please, Kate. It's only Linda, honey. She doesn't bite. At least come and say
hello. We're civil around here."

She doesn't bite? Actually she does, flitted through Kate's mind. An unwanted
tingle raced through her body at the sight of her neighbour and the memories of
her soft bites.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibson. I. I think I better go." Linda looked across the dusty
yard at Kate. "I'm sorry Kate. I truly am." Linda began to walk backwards, back
the way she had come. Tears had begun to fall from her
eyes as she slowly moved away.

Kate took a deep breath and forced her feet to make the walk towards her father.
She still hadn't uttered a word.

Linda had turned and was walking slowly towards the path. Kate watched her, sure
she was sobbing. Kate felt a tear fall down her own face watching her leave.

"Come on, honey. I know you want to talk to her. I can see it in your eyes. You
wouldn't be crying if you didn't. All it would take is one word before she's
gone. Come on. Call her name. Get her back here. I miss her, too."

Kate swallowed, feeling the tears intensify. "I. I can't, Daddy. You don't
understand."

"I don't need to understand." She felt his hand stroking her hair like she was a
little girl again. He had cleaned his hands recently with orange degreaser. She
could faintly smell it on the humid air. "All I know is that you love her and
she loves you. You are going to lose the best friend of your life if you don't
forgive her for whatever she's done to you."

Kate swallowed hard, again, and moved away from her father. She sat down on the
old stump and held her face in her hands, sobbing again. Her heart ached.

"Linda?" Kate's quivering voice called across the distance from her to the other
girl. "Don't go," she whispered to herself. Linda was walking slowly and was
almost out of earshot.

Linda hesitated, almost as if she hadn't quite heard and was frightened that the
voice was a figment of a hopeful imagination.

"Linda?" Kate called a bit louder and a bit stronger.

Linda turned, her face still completely tear streaked. She took a deep breath
and tried to control her emotions and her unhappiness. She began
a slow walk back towards her former friend and lover, giving them both time to
avoid the encounter if they wanted.

Kate looked over helplessly to her father, tears still streaming down her fair
features.

He mouthed to her, "I'm proud of you, baby." He nodded, and drink still in hand,
walked back towards the house, glad to give the girls their privacy.

Linda stopped a meter from Kate's seat. The two girls looked at each other, both
unsure of the other, not quite knowing what to do.

Linda whispered first, "Kate? I don't expect you to forgive me. You have every
right in the world to be angry at me. But I am sorry. I am so sorry I hurt you.
You can't imagine."

Kate began to cry harder, her whole body shaking as she sat on the stump, unable
to speak. Linda was crying as well, but she desperately tried to control
herself, wanting so much to talk to Kate. Make her understand. It had been so
long since she'd even heard Kate's voice.

The girls had never fought as long as they had known one another.

Linda let Kate cry for a few minutes while struggling with her own emotions.

"I. The only thing I want to do right now is gather you in my arms and comfort
you. And I can't." Linda spoke quietly.

"Please, don't." Kate choked out. "I'm fine."

"You aren't fine. And I can't stand that I caused it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm
sorry."

Linda stepped forward and fell to her knees, her jeans throwing dust up from the
ground as she dropped. She went to place her hands on Kate's knees, the same way
Kate's father had earlier, but then hesitated. She didn't have the right to
touch Kate any more. She'd given it up Easter weekend. She rocked back on her
heels instead and gazed up at Kate, her
pain evident on her pretty features.

"Kate? I know you're angry with me. I. Understand. But I don't want to lose you.
I never did. I loved you. I still do. I swear it. I always wanted to be friends.
I never wanted this to happen. Do you think I'd be calling here every day if I
did?"

Kate struggled to control her sobbing, forcing the tears to stop with an act of
will.

"I. I'm not sure I can go back to being just friends. I. I fell in love with
you. It's my fault. But. I'm sorry. I can't help it. I just want to be alone if
I can't have you."

Linda swallowed. "I know. I fell in love with you, as well."
"Then why?"
"I would have explained three months ago if you'd let me."
"I. I wasn't ready to listen. I was hurt. I still am."

"I know. I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear that I was just being honest. And I
screwed up. I didn't do it properly. Didn't say anything right. At the worst
possible time. I. I just thought you should know. I'd never done anything like
that before. I'm sorry. I didn't want this. God, I didn't want this."

"Why him?"

"Oh God. I don't know. I was lonely. It was a mistake. I thought I liked him. He
made me forget about everything for a while. You. Here. My loneliness."

Kate cocked her head and stared through her tears at Linda kneeling before her.
She couldn't believe how much it hurt to hear about Lorne. Even after all this
time. This shouldn't hurt this much. There was never any real commitment except
in her heart.

"I discovered something about myself that I've been trying to tell you for
months now. Ever since I got back. But you won't talk to me."

"Linda? I'm not sure I can do this."

"We're just talking, Kate. I swear, I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I'm not
expecting anything at all. If you want me to go, I will. I'll wait until you are
ready. But I'm not going to give up on you. I caused this, I'm going to fix it.
Somehow. And I'll just wait until you let me. I. I'm persistent. Someday you'll
talk to me again. I have to be with you. I can't lose you."

"Alright. I'll listen. I don't promise anything though."

Linda swallowed. "I'll take that. And I don't expect you to forgive me." She
paused, gathering her thoughts and wiping at the tears on her face. "I cried for
hours in that loft, you know? I didn't know what to do. A part of me died when
you left. I contemplated jumping, you know that? I was so miserable. If I was
sure I would die instead of just breaking my stupid arm, I would have. When it
got dark, I managed to get myself out of the hay we were in together and get my
clothes. I missed you so much. It was still raining and I vaguely remember
walking into the house with my stupid wet white t-shirt. I didn't care anymore.
I'm pretty sure that my father and my brother were at the table when I walked
in. He didn't say anything though I probably gave them a hell of a show. I just
didn't care anymore. You were gone. I didn't eat supper. I remember lying on my
bed crying my eyes out. I don't even remember falling asleep. It wasn't until I
got back to school that I realized that I wasn't thinking of Lorne when I was
crying up there. It was you."

"I cried all night, too. I've been crying ever since. Every night." Kate
whispered.

"I was so afraid that I'd never see you again. I was so screwed up. I. I broke
up with Lorne on the Tuesday. He still doesn't know why. All he knew was that I
was upset. And he was okay with it, though we never really talked again like we
used to."

"I'm sorry." Kate whispered again.

"All I want is you. We. I can't stand that you won't return my calls. That you
won't speak to me. I know I deserve it. I know I'm a shit. I know that you have
every right to hate me. But it's tearing me apart. I'll do whatever it takes. I
swear it. I'll be lonely until the end of time. I don't care. Eventually you'll
at least be friends with me again. Even if I can't have you like before. I'm not
giving up."

Kate hung her head, not being able to fight the tears any longer. Her body shook
and she climbed slowly to her feet. Without thinking, she turned and ran back
towards the house crashing blindly through the back door and up the stairs. She
stood at her window, gazing at the girl still kneeling in the dust. She watched
as her father walked slowly out towards her and helped the sobbing girl to her
feet. He gently kissed her forehead and steadied her until she seemed to be able
to stand on her own. He held her as he would his own daughter, letting her cry
on his shoulder. Tears were still streaming down Kate's face as she stood
watching, her heart breaking. Linda slowly turned away from the house and walked
away. She turned once and gazed up at Kate's window, tears forming again but she
turned and began to walk again, slowly away down the path. Kate watched her as
long as she could, until she was out of sight.

Kate collapsed onto her bed and buried her head in the pillows. She sobbed
uncontrollably until her father knocked gently some time later. It might even
have been an hour later; time had ceased to exist for Kate.

She savagely wiped at the tears with the back of her hand and ran her fingers
through her hair. His gentle voice floated through the door.

"Sweetheart? Pumpkin? Please let me in."
"I. Just want to be alone right now."
"Please?"

She nodded, and then realized that he couldn't see her. She took a deep breath
and whispered, "Come in."

She watched as the door opened in slow motion and he slid quietly into the room.
He sat down on her bed, cupping her face like he had when she was a little girl.

"Honey? I'm proud of you."

"Proud? Of me? Why? Because I ran in here like a little girl? Refused to talk to
my best friend? Former best friend? Can't stop crying? Because I can't tell you
what's wrong?" Her small fist hammered into her thigh as she spoke.

"Proud that you called her back. That you listened to her. Sometimes these
things take time. I don't pretend to know what you are going through, but I know
I miss her. My heart leapt when I saw her walk into the yard. Loved her voice
when she was talking to me out there. I miss her. I can't imagine how much you
must miss her."

"I. I do miss her. More than you can know."
"And you can't forgive her?"
"I don't know if I can."
"Whatever she's done, is she sorry?"
"She is."
"You know she is?"
"She's sorry. I know it."

"And you still can't forgive her? She was your best friend, honey. You've spent
your life with her. Playing. Riding. Sharing secrets. And she's scared that
she'll never see you again."

"I know. And I'm afraid of never seeing her again."
"Call her."
"I. I can't."
"Go see her then. She'll welcome you. I know."
"Daddy. You don't understand."

"I understand enough. Go see her. She's sorry. I'm sure her family is missing
you, too. I hate to see you both like this. You know how a woman's tears pull at
you? It's hard on me, too. You cry every day. I notice no matter how much you
try and hide it."

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"Don't worry about me. Just worry about yourself. Whenever you are ready. Just
don't wait too long. You'll be at school in another couple of months. Separated
again. If you don't make an effort you will lose her. Forever."

She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. She cried into his
shoulder and sobbed until there weren't anymore tears. Her tears mixed with
Linda's on her father's shirt. He carefully lifted her arms from around his neck
and lay her back on the bed with a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Go see her. Tonight. One of your midnight excursions. She'll be there. Waiting.
Hoping. As she has been every night that you two have been back."

She looked at him quizzically.

"Don't look at me that way, young lady. You might have been able to fool the
Reverend, but I'm a light sleeper. I had to take care of you when you were this
big and smaller because your mother wasn't here. I may not have heard you every
night, but enough to know that you sneaked out occasionally. I knew where you
were going. I don't know what you did, probably talked all night if I know you,
but I know where you went. Where else would you go? I know how young girls are.
And I figured you could take care of yourself. I trusted you."

"Thank you, Daddy. That means a lot to me."
"You want some dinner? I can whip up some hot dogs or something?"

She tried to crack a smile for him. He knew that she normally loved hot dogs for
dinner. "I'm not really hungry."

"If you change your mind, let me know. I'll make you whatever you want. And
remember, she was your best friend. That counts for something. Whatever she did.
She didn't mean to hurt you."

Kate nodded and lay back on the pillows. She sighed and glanced out at the
gathering gloom. She wondered where Linda was and what she was doing. The tears
returned, silently running down her cheeks.

***

Her alarm softly beeped at 11:45pm waking her from a fitful sleep. Her dreams
had not been entirely pleasant. She had a lingering feeling that she had been
tied to a chair and forced to watch Linda and Lorne make love gently in front of
her. The emotion of the dream faded and within minutes she couldn't recall even
that she had been dreaming.

She took a deep breath and slipped on her clothing. As she pulled her jeans over
her hips, she remembered vividly the sight of Linda kneeling in the dust crying
earlier this afternoon. She pursed her lips and fought off her tears. Her
stomach was full of butterflies. She hadn't made this trek in months. She
normally enjoyed the walk or run to the Miller residence at midnight, but
tonight she was just filled with apprehension. She had no clue what she'd say or
if she would say anything. She didn't even know if Linda was there, or if she
would respond. She'd been out of touch so long, Linda may have found something
to do on these hot summer nights. Perhaps she was at a friend's house or a
party.

She'd be waiting for her, her father had said. And he was never wrong.

She slipped out of the room and quietly stepped down the stairs, her hand
trailing on the wooden banister. As she passed through the darkened living room
she almost screamed as she heard the disembodied voice float up from the easy
chair.

"Good luck," her father whispered.

Kate swallowed and bit her tongue. She wanted to yell and scream at him for
scaring her, but she didn't. Instead, she just whispered back, "Thank-you." She
wondered briefly how many times he'd been sitting there as she carefully sneaked
past, silently waiting for her return, making sure she was safe.

She felt a little foolish, continuing to sneak out of the house, but refrained
from turning on the lights. She stumbled to the back door and slipped on her
running shoes. She walked out into the night.

The clean night air buried itself into her lungs. She'd forgotten how
invigorating it was. How erotic. She smelled the night and sighed heavily. She
wondered how this night was going to turn out.

She walked slowly down the winding path towards the Miller's. She sometimes ran
this part of the journey, but only if she was anxious to get there. Tonight, she
wasn't even sure she'd signal. Maybe she'd just stand on the back lawn and watch
her window for a while. The moon was nearly full tonight. Not a harvest moon,
but it lit the path preventing any stumbles.

She arrived on the Miller's back lawn and checked her watch. 12:30. She took a
deep breath and sat down in the shadows, hugging her knees to her chest. She
watched the upstairs window. All the windows were dark. She sat there for about
twenty minutes fighting with herself. Finally, she got to her feet and began to
walk towards the house, her right hand full of small stones.

"Kate?" a soft female voice spoke from the back porch.

Kate let out a small scream and immediately dropped the stones. She clapped her
hands over her mouth and prepared to run like a frightened deer back the way
she'd come. The female voice laughed softly but not unkindly.

"Don't run. Please. I was waiting for you. I've waited for you every night for
the last month. Even when it rained. Hoping that you'd come. You finally show
up, and I scare you. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. I can't believe
you came."

Kate caught her breath. Linda. The other girl rose from the wicker chair on the
porch and stepped down onto the lawn. She didn't run into Kate's arms as she
used to. Her voice wasn't as playful anymore, just sorrowful.

"I saw you sitting there on the lawn. You have no idea how hard it was not to
run to you, to sit still," Linda spoke quietly.

"You were watching me?"

"Yes. I. I was afraid that you weren't going to come to the house. That you were
just going to sit there and then leave."

"I was."

"Oh. If you had, I would have let you. You would never have known I was here."

"I was going to signal you. With the stones."

"Didn't have to, this time. Will you let me talk? Without running? I'll beg you
on my knees if that's what you want."

Kate slowly turned and walked back out onto the lawn. She sat down in the
moonlight and motioned for Linda to join her. Linda padded over to where Kate
had settled. Kate noticed that Linda was again in her nightgown. Barefoot. Linda
knelt in front of Kate. How often she had removed that nightgown for Kate. Kate
felt a tingle again deep inside her, but willed it away. She wasn't here for
that. Not tonight.

"Kate. I know I was wrong. And I'm sorry. I'll say I'm sorry until the day I
die, if you want me to. I'm so sorry."

"I know you're sorry, Linda. I'm sorry, too."

Linda looked a bit surprised that Kate had spoken to her at all. "Whatever I can
do to make things right, I will. I'll be happy if you'll just talk to me again.
Even if you won't be my friend. I betrayed you. I know I did. I. I won't let it
ever happen again. I promise. As long as I live. I can't go through this again.
You mean too much to me."

Kate whispered so softly Linda wasn't even sure she'd heard it.

"I forgive you." Tears were streaming down her face. Kate reached forward and
touched Linda's hand. The first physical contact they'd had in months. She felt
like electricity was flowing from Linda to herself. "I've wanted to forgive you
for a long long time, but you hurt me so much."

Linda closed her eyes and threw her arms around Kate's neck, hugging her
fiercely, her breasts mashed into Kate as Kate melted into the intense embrace.
Linda whispered, "I know I hurt you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Kate returned the
hug, hungrily, missing the touch of Linda's body so much it ached inside of her.

They reluctantly separated and Kate leaned back on her hands in the grass. Linda
rocked back on her heels. Both girls were very unsure of where they were. What
they could and couldn't do. It was as though they were strangers meeting for the
first time. It had been so easy before. Kate couldn't remember if she'd ever
come at midnight and they hadn't been intimate. But it didn't quite seem right,
though her body was aching for Linda's knowing touches. She was sure that they
both wanted it. Maybe next time they'd be ready.

They looked at each other for a long time just drinking in the sight of one
another.

"I was afraid that I would never get to see you like this again," Linda spoke
quietly. "My whole life felt ... empty. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I know. I hated you and I loved you. Back and forth. I felt like a damn yo-yo.
But it was always you on my mind."

"We'll be alright, won't we?"

"I don't know. I don't know how we're going to be. Let's take it slow? Alright?"

Linda reached for Kate and Kate sat up, extending her hand. She gently pulled
Linda towards her and they embraced again. The two women lowered themselves to
the grass and just held each other. Kate let her emotions flow through her for
what seemed like the first time in what felt like forever.

Kate whispered, "I don't know if it can be the same as it was."

Linda closed her eyes, fought off her sudden case of nerves, and lightly brushed
Kate's lips with her own.

"I meant what I said at Christmas. I do love you. And I always will."

Kate returned the kiss gently. "Let's start again, okay? I think I'm falling
back in love with you, too, sweety. I really do. Just slow. Okay?"

[Jinxd]

Subject: "Allison and Sarah" FF

Hiya there!, my name is Allison and I'm a 23 year old female who lives in the
Portland area. I'm here to share some erotic secrets of mine -- I have been
romantically and sexually involved with another female for the past three years.
And life couldn't be any better!

After my high school graduation in Texas, I decided to attend college all the
way up here in Oregon. It was a tough decision to leave my family behind in
Texas, but I liked the college here and what it had to offer academically. My
major was Marketing.

The first two years in Oregon were pretty uneventful for me in terms of romance.
I dated a few guys, but none of them really seemed to peak my interest. I was
bored. It got to the point where I was devoting most of my time to school
studies and my job. I worked in a little gift shop during those days. Life had
become pretty dull.

Then I met Sarah.

I had a romantic "fling" with a girlfriend back in high school, but never really
gave much thought to persuing another relationship with a female until Sarah
came along. I do not know what it was that attracted me to her -- when I saw
her for the first time, I could not help but to think how beautiful and
exquisite she was. Sarah, age 18 and a freshman, looked like she was right out
of a fashion magazine. Long blonde hair, a million dollar face and smile, and
the type of shapely, taut body that had all the guys on campus lusting after
her.

And some of the girls too -- like myself.

I first saw Sarah during the morning of the first day of my Junior year. I was
in a hurry so I couldn't stop to introduce myself, though I wanted to -- she was
beautiful. But I saw her again, that same day, and then introduced myself. I
tried to come across as a fellow female student just trying to make new friends
on campus. Sarah, extremely receptive with a sweet personality, seemed eager to
make new friends too. We hit it off great, quickly becoming the best of
friends.

I wanted us to be "breast" friends, though.

Perhaps the reason why I was so attracted to Sarah was simply because of
intuition. I could never really pinpoint the exact reason why I was so drawn to
her -- but my woman's intuition told me that she was the type of female who
would not object to a roll in the hay with another female. As Sarah and I got
to know each other more and more, I actually began to believe that my
intuition/assumption was accurate.

When alone together, Sarah would "flirt" with me -- she liked to run her hands
across my back and shoulders. She would often offer a soothing massage and was
more than willing to brush and blowdry my own long blonde hair after a shower or
bath. One of her specialities was running her fingers through my hair, teasing
and soothing my scalp. She definitely liked to use suggestive, yet subtle
touches.

Though I was 20 at this time, and she was 18 and in different classes, the two
of us managed to spend a lot of time together during the regular college day.
We often ate lunch and had study breaks together. Anyone would recognize us as
two giggling college girls who were best friends. I doubt anyone would think
one (or as it turned out, both) of us had lustful intentions.

I had become so enthralled with Sarah that after a month, she was over to my
dorm room for a visit every single night. Nothing had happened -- yet. We were
really flirting with one another, always laughing and having a good time
together. I found myself turning down date requests from guys because I had
aspirations of being in a romantic relationship with Sarah. I also noticed that
she was not dating anyone either -- despite a multitute of requests from guys.

That made me think.

Was she *really* interested in me? Was she holding out on guys, wanting a
relationship with me instead?

I would lay awake at night and fantasize about Sarah. I imagined holding her in
my arms and making soft, sweet love to her. I sensed what it would be like to
feel her thick, pouty lips pressing against mine for a kiss. I shuddered at the
heat of our bodies, entwined tightly together, as we climaxed in rapture
simultaneously.

One evening, I fell asleep and had a dream that seemed extremely real. I
dreamed that Sarah came into my dorm room in the middle of the night and almost
begged me to make love to her. I did, of course, and that seemed very real as
well. We fell asleep after several hours of passion in each others' arms,
content and satisfied.

Then the alarm clock went off.

The dream was so real that when I woke up, I actually looked for Sarah next to
me in bed. After a few seconds, I realized it had all been a dream. In
frustration, I pounded both fists against the bed.

I went to get dressed and noticed my panties were soaked. They weren't wet --
they were soaked. It was at this time I realized that something must be done
about this. I had to make a move on Sarah or go insane with hiding my secret
passions from her. If it turned out that she wasn't interested in me, at least
I would know I had tried. No one will get anywhere in life if they do not try,
you know.

That same day, I asked Sarah if she would come over to my dorm immediately after
cheerleading practice ended -- "I have something real important to discuss with
you." She tried to get it out of me right then and there, but I held back,
telling her it would have to wait until later. Sarah would usually go to her
own dorm room after cheerleading practice, shower and change, then come over to
my room. I wanted her to come to my room right after her practice ended. She
said okay, but added that it "had better be important."

I assured her, it was.

* * *

Down deep, I was fearful of being rejected. But I did my best not to dwell on
that possibility. I concentrated more on what it would be like to wrap my arms
around that beautiful, luscious body of hers. I imagined the possibilities of
holding and kissing her, and making love to her. Without a doubt, those
thoughts were most pleasant.

I had never done anything like this before -- try and woo a woman. Back in high
school, my girlfriend had seduced me over the course of two months. I really
did not know if I had gone about things with Sarah the right way. Before, I had
been the seduced. Now, I thought of myself as the seducer. Had I done
everything correctly? I even called my old girlfriend in Texas and spoke to her
about it, hoping for some advice and pointers. She wasn't much help.

I wasn't really too worried about the possibility of word getting out that I was
bisexual, or a lesbian, if Sarah should become offended and then tell everybody
about me. While I prefer to keep my love life and sexual preferences out of the
"gossip rounds", it was worth taking that chance -- I wanted Sarah, and I wanted
her bad. That was the bottom line. The possible reward was much greater than
the risk.

* * *
Fresh from cheerleading practice, Sarah showed up at my door on time. I almost
had an orgasm right there -- she was dressed in a pair of black spandex pants
and a matching skintight sleeveless top. Every subtle curve of her body was
outlined in the tight fabric. Her long blonde hair was a bit messy -- you could
easily tell that she had just come from a strenuous practice session.

Sarah got right to the point. "Allison, now what's so important?"

I walked over toward my bed and then looked back at her. I was very nervous
now, but determined to go through with this. I had to.

"Sarah, we've been friends now for a month. I don't really know how to say
this, so please bear with me --"

"Sure, anything," she interjected.

I took a deep breath. "Sarah, from the first time I saw you, I've been very
attracted to you." I felt a huge lump in my throat -- and my entire body was
trembling. But I had to continue. "I don't know if you've ever given any
thought to being with a girl, but I just have to find out. I've been driving
myself crazy with this."

I waited for her reaction.

At first, Sarah appeared stunned. My heart broke. I was a total fool for
assuming that she had an interest in me as well. A complete and total fool.
That is what I told myself. The stunned expression on her face made me want to
curl up and hit my head in anger.

I needed to say something, to break the silence. "I... oh God, Sarah, I'm sorry
for --"

"You're sexually attracted to me?" she suddenly asked, chiming in before I could
finish my own sentence.

I stammered in reply. "Umm, yeah. I... I am." She still looked stunned. As a
result, I hung my head in shame. I really did think of Sarah as a friend. I
wasn't only after her to get her into the sack. Those may have been my initial
intentions, but we had really become good friends. But now, I thought, our
friendship was ruined.

"I'm attracted to you also."

With an eyeful of tears, my head shot up and I looked at her, now stunned
myself. Did she say what I think she just said? Now, I was trembling and
shaking even more than before. "Could you repeat that?"

Sarah smiled and stepped forward. "I'm attracted to you also."

My face was flooded with tears -- tears of joy! Sarah immediately rushed toward
me, and then threw her arms around me in an embrace.

"I was hoping you'd make the first move," Sarah said, holding me close. "I'm
glad you did." I didn't respond, a mixture of relief, excitement and shock
running through me. So after a long silence, Sarah decided to add, "I've been
bisexual for two years. I've only had one girlfriend. But she moved to New
York last year."

"I've been bisexual for five years," I told her, still trembling. "I only had
one girlfriend too. But it was more of a fling with her, instead of a
relationship."

"Now both of us have a new girlfriend," Sarah proclaimed, sliding her hands down
to my bottom and squeezing it firmly.

I almost collapsed in her arms, right there, at that moment. But a shot of
strength went through my legs, giving me the power to stay standing. I drew my
head away from her shoulder and cupped her face with my hands -- then descended
upon her mouth with my own.

Sarah's lips were already slightly open, inviting me inside her mouth, when I
first touched them with my own. I was bug eyed and staring at her, but her eyes
were closed as our kiss began. In fact, there seemed to be a relaxed, peaceful
expression on her face. I'm sure my expression at that time was somewhat
unique, and strange.

When Sarah gave my shorts-covered bottom another hard squeeze, I slipped my
tongue into her mouth. That caused her eyes to open, and then I saw a happy
expression form on her lovely face -- followed by a giggle. She again squeezed
my backside and found my tongue with her own, causing them to slip and slide
together in lust.

Sarah and I were standing at the foot of my bed, our bodies close and in a
strong embrace, kissing each other deeply with our tongues. It must have been
quite a sight to behold.

My anxiety seemed to lessen as the kiss became deeper. I was now assured that
Sarah wanted me just as much as I wanted her. My only complaint was, why
couldn't this encounter had happened sooner? (!)

Our tongues slid and slivered together in her mouth for quite some time. Sarah
eventually pushed my tongue into my own mouth, shifting the mutual licking
action. I encircled my arms around her upper back and squeezed tightly. It
only made the kiss stronger. Soon, we were going from mouth to mouth with our
tongues. It was *sooooo* erotic.

I then slipped a hand down to Sarah's spandex-clad bottom and gave it a sharp
pinch. In response, she broke the kiss and immediately squealed in surprise.
She then looked at me with a smile on her face, her hands frantically massaging
my own bottom.

I needed to say something to her. "Sarah, honey, I don't want to force you into
anything. Are you sure about this? I mean, I just told you of my feelings a
minute or two ago. Are you positive you want to go through with this,
*tonight*?"

Sarah patted my bottom with her hands. "I've never been more sure about
anything." She paused, still smiling. "I have been fantasizing about this
moment ever since I first met you, Allison."

I sighed at that statement, a deep sigh, and then pulled her down to the bed
with me. Both of us seated on the edge, I again embraced her, and kissed her
deeply. I wanted to taste every single inch of her sweet mouth with my tongue.
And I did, sliding it all around in mad, frantic circles.

Sarah responded vigorously, sliding both of her hands underneath the waistband
of my shorts. Her fingers traced and prodded against my bottom, separated only
from her touch by a thin pair of panties.

She pulled away from the kiss and looked at me. "Allison, when was your last
time with a girl?"

Gasping, I replied, "Much too long ago." And then, I latched onto her mouth
once more, this time kissing her with too much force for herbreak it off again.

I was eventually distracted in the kiss, however, when Sarah began grinding her
round, firm breasts against mine. The tense and erotic friction sent a
shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body! Her breasts have been
large since I first met her -- mine are on the average side. But the feel of
hers rubbing against mine was almost too much to take. My girlfriend back in
Texas used to do this to me, and it would always turn me on like nothing else.

This time, I broke the kiss and reached between us. My right hand found one of
her breasts and squeezed it tightly through the skintight cotton top she wore.
I could also tell that she wasn't wearing a bra.

I reached down to her sides and gathered the stretched cotton in my hands, then
quickly pulled it up and over her shoulders. Her bare breasts, large and firm,
rolled out into view. I looked up at her face for an instant -- she was smiling
at me, nodding her head.

Sarah then fell back on the bed, and I responded by leaning over and attaching
my mouth to one of her breasts. I sucked and slurped at her thick aureole, like
a hungry baby with a favorite bottle.

"I can't believe this," Sarah said, in a stunned tone. "I just can't believe
this is happening."

"Why?" I asked, in between nibbles.

"I had high hopes you were interested in me, but thought I was seeing things in
my own mind," she confessed. "I thought it would always be a dream to be with
you -- not a reality."

"I'm *more* than interested, Sarah. I'm *obsessed* with you."

"And I'm obsessed with you too," she giggled, as I continued sucking on the
puffy brown aureole atop her right breast.

"I hope you have more in mind than a *fling*," Sarah added. "Is that the term
you used to describe your last girlfriend?"

"Yes," I said, still sucking her aureole. "And yes on the other thing too --
I'm much more interested in you than a simple fling."

"Hmmm, good," she moaned in a delightful tone.

I stopped the attack upon her breast and moved down slightly, now kissing and
licking her midriff and drumboard tight belly. I then moved my hands to her
hips and slowly began sliding the skintight spandex pants she wore down. Lower
and lower they went, until I could snap them down to her ankles. There, I
busily worked on untying her sneakers and taking them off first. Then came her
socks, followed by the stretchy spandex pants.

"Stand up," Sarah requested.

I did, just in front of her. And then, she sat up and began undoing the buttons
upon my blouse. While Sarah did this, I had the opportunity to survey her
luscious body in near nude form -- all she had on now was a sexy white G-string.
Firm and tone in all the right places -- shapely and voluptuous in all the right
places too.

My body shivered as Sarah slipped the blouse from my shoulders. No one had
undressed me during a sexual act like this before -- and it was hot! It was
especially hot that a woman was doing it to me!

She reached for my shorts and tugged them down. I stepped out of them while
Sarah slid my socks off. Then I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra.
Sarah finished the deed, reaching up and taking it away from my body, leaving me
completely nude before her.

She smiled and reached forward, her fingers pinching and squeezing my sensitive
breasts. I sighed in total passion, my head tilting back and eyes closed tight.
I bathed and swam around in the lustful pleasures her fingers created until
Sarah spoke up.

"Allison, I want to eat you."

My head shot up and I looked at her. "What?"

"You heard me," she said, scooting back on the mattress and laying down upon it.
"Come on, I want your pussy. Right here, I want you to sit on my face."

"Sit on your face?" I asked, clueless. Actually, I was quite ignorant at this
time. Though I had several sexual experiences, none of them were quite as
unique as what Sarah had obviously come to know.

"Yes baby, sit on my face," she repeated. "Place your knees on either side of
my face, and then lower your pussy to my mouth."

"Oh!" I giggled, embarrassed, getting into her requested position.

When her tongue first touched my pussy, I jumped -- a powerful shockwave of pure
and unrelenting passion shot straight through me! I had to grab onto the
headboard in front of me to keep from losing my balance and falling over!

Sarah's hands tightly gripped my bottom and then she began an expert tongue
lapping of my vagina. I was bug eyed above her, holding onto the headboard with
all of my strength, pleasure too powerful to put into words coursing through me.
No one had ever eaten me so good! I thought my last boyfriend was good, but his
tongue didn't even come close in comparison to Sarah's!

I couldn't help but to moan and pant in lust above her, my insides full of
passion and chaos. Her tongue felt like it was a motor -- it simply would not
stop licking and lapping away at my pussy. This was a million times better than
any oral sex I had ever received!

I was straining, trying to hold my orgasm inside of me. I wanted this to last
longer! I also figured that Sarah wanted to continue eating me longer. My
moans had turned into screams now, and I was rocking back and forth, her expert
mouth and tongue working me over like nothing ever before them had.

"Don't hold it back," she mumbled against me. "Let yourself go."

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I obeyed her, simply letting myself go.
And what ensued was the fiercest orgasm of my entire life. My body shook and
trembled in delight, my knees tight around her face, as my passion erupted like
a river dam bursting. Talk about powerful sensations! Nothing had ever felt so
divine!

A series of screams and high pitched squeals came from deep within me until the
orgasm finally started to let up.

I remember moaning and raising to my knees, my eyes closed. I leaned forward
and placed my face against the top of the headboard, and let out a lustful sigh.
Not only had that been the best tongue lapping ever done on me up to that point,
but it had been the most wondeful sexual act ever performed on me -- period.

I was still sighing and trembling in the aftermath when Sarah spoke up.

"Allison, how about returning the favor?"

I turned around and noticed that Sarah had scooted out from under me. In fact,
she was laying at the opposite end of the bed, her legs spread wide -- without
the G-string on any longer. That had been the last remaining piece of clothing
between us, but she must have took it off while I was enjoying the aftermath of
orgasm.

I glanced downward, noticing that her pubic hairs were blonde and appeared to be
very thin and short. I could easily see the wet folds of her pussy, and it
looked most enticing.

However, a sudden fear came over me. I had not been with a female in over three
years. What happens if Sarah thought I wasn't any good with my tongue?
Although I had an on again/off again relationship with my girlfriend in Texas
for two years, I certainly didn't have a lot of practice when it came to eating
pussy. I wanted to give Sarah pleasure just as she had given me -- I definitely
did not want her to be dissapointed with my result.

I spoke in a scared tone, "I... I don't know if I'll be any good for you. It's
been such a long time since I was with another girl." Honesty is the best
policy.

"Just do what comes naturally," Sarah said. "I'm positive it will be more than
good for me! Just stick your face down there, and get to work with your tongue.
Just like I did to you."

What irony. I was the one who initiated this whole encounter, wanting to get
sexually involved with another woman. Yet, Sarah was the one who was telling me
how to make love to her. It would only seem logical that the seducer is knowing
and confidant in her ability.

On my knees, I bent over completely until my face was between her thighs. I
placed both hands upon her hips and then gently extended my tongue to her pussy.
Sarah moaned in passion and immediately wrapped her lithe, sleek legs around my
head. I glanced up at her, realizing I must have done something right.

I continued along the same track, now gently swiping my tongue over her clit.
She wasn't wet -- she was soaked! Her juice tasted sweet, like a fine nectar.
I decided it was time to sample more.

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and drove my tongue inside her. Sarah
moaned, obviously enjoying my work. My tongue moved in slow and timed circles,
as I hoped to give her the type of pleasure she had just given me. I figured,
though, that would be impossible. What she had done to me with her tongue was
simply magnificant.

I tried to repay the favor, though, by focusing all of my effort and attention
on her honey pot. But I just remember thinking, it was so great to be intimate
with a female again. I missed being with a woman more than I even thought I
did.

I pulled out slightly, but returned by placing kisses all along the entire
exposed area between her thighs. Soon, each wet kiss was followed by a hard
suction on the same spot. And after each and every hard suction, Sarah screamed
in lust and delight.

I was bringing her pleasure. The knowledge made me feel good!

I dove between her soaked folds again, wanting to bring an orgasm for her, just
as she had brought for me. I licked and slurped and lapped, pushing my tongue
as far into her as possible. She was really moaning now, a hot blaze of fire
and passion, her hips churning and bucking wildly beneath me.

With my mouth and tongue still working, I pushed a single finger into her. Her
response was monumental. She roared in lust and then her orgasm began -- my
finger had been the final piece to the puzzle.

Her legs were closed very tightly around my head, not allowing my face to leave
her pussy, as she screamed and cried out her passion. I just kept lapping away,
tasting and swallowing the sweet nectar that poured out from deep within her.

Sarah kept screaming, mostly my name and words of passion. She also said some
words and phrases that I simply couldn't understand. Then I realized, I must
have really drove her insane with pleasure.

It was a very long time coming before her orgasm subsided. But when it did, she
loosened the grip of her legs around my head and then let out a content and very
satisfied sigh. I gave her honey pot a few more licks before raising up and
taking a seat on the bed.

"Come here, Allison," Sarah pleaded, her arms outstretched.

I lunged forward directly into her embrace. She hugged me tightly and gently
kissed my shoulder, her hands rubbing hard against my back.

"Ooooh I loved that," she moaned. "You definitely know how to eat pussy, baby.
See? I told you."

I pulled away, far enough so we could look into each others' eyes. I smiled
before saying, "I'm glad you liked it. I certainly liked it. Both being eaten
by you, and then eating you myself. In fact, I enjoyed everything that just
happened between us."

Sarah pulled me down so I was laying beside her on the bed. She cupped my face
and then kissed me on the lips. "I enjoyed it too. And I think I'm going to
enjoy you from now on." She smiled and gave me another kiss. "Thank you, baby.
Thank you for telling me of your feelings. This night would not have been
possible without it."

"Thank you for being bi," I reciprocated, before giving her a very long and
fevered kiss on the mouth.

This night was *far* from over.

* * *
Shortly after that lustful night, Sarah and I became roommates in my dorm. The
second bed in that room was never used.

* * *

* * *

That wonderful first evening happened three years ago.

Today, Sarah and I are still together -- and very much in love. We're a couple.
Both of us are very faithful to each other -- the idea of dating or being with
anyone else is foreign around here.

I have since graduated from college, but Sarah still attends classes as a
Senior. A year ago, we moved away from that tiny dorm room to a nice, spacious
apartment just outside of Portland. I always wanted to "settle down" with the
right person in life. But little did I know that the right person would be
another woman.

Currently, I am 23, Sarah is 21. I have a marketing job at an electronics
company and Sarah works as a dance instructor for small children. No one knows
that we are bisexual and in love with each other -- everyone thinks we are two
best friends living together to share expenses. We *are* living together to
share expenses, but not as best friends -- Sarah and I are "breast" friends.

Originally, I planned to move back to Texas after graduating from college. But
now, I am very content to spend the rest of my life here in Oregon -- just as
long as Sarah is with me.