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Author note: If you are familiar with my previous submissions, you should know that I tend to leave a lot to the imagination in my stories. This one is no exception. Big thanks to GaiusPetronius for the edits, comments, and eagle eyes.

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“Redhead by the bar,” I nudged Michael. He raised his eyes, found her, then winced. “Too sexy for me?”

He nodded, “Too sexy for you,” then slowly sipped his soda.

“I thought so.” She looked again in my direction. I froze, caught staring for the umpteenth time.

The first time I noticed her was earlier that night. I was sweeping the pub with my eyes when they landed straight on hers. She smiled, nodded discreetly, and turned away, leaving me confused and embarrassed, as if I had been the one snooping.

Try as I might, for the next half hour, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. I’d force them to look in a different direction; then, the moment I let go of my conscious control, I would find myself doing the very thing I wanted to avoid. The harder I tried, the faster I failed, and she seemed to derive a weird pleasure from it.

Every time my eyes landed on hers, I found her looking at me too, with an amused smirk. She wasn’t trying to hide it while I was struggling to be as subtle as possible. In our twisted game of stares, she had found a way to remove the element of surprise and operate with an obvious home-field advantage. And each one of her looks felt like a dare not to come back, a dare she knew I would lose sooner than later, and repeatedly.

But how could I possibly win? How could I forbid my eyes the pleasure of watching her? Everything, every single thing about her was tempting yet oddly innocent. She kept tilting her head cutely but at just the right angle to make her short red hair shimmer under the pub’s few lights. And her bar stool had no back support so she alternated between leaning slightly forward or back, the first position making me feel like I owned the world because she would focus on me, the second accentuating her chest and superiority. She was also swaying her legs or hooking them back under the stool, all while showing a lot of tanned skin through her mid-thigh shorts, but not enough, not nearly enough to appease my hungry eyes.

Yet despite everything nonchalantly feminine about her, there was something boyish in her looks and demeanor that I couldn’t pinpoint. It was that particular androgynous mix that took my breath away every time I looked at her.

I wanted to be the one she seduced and the one she succumbed to, the one she led and the one she followed, the one she pinned down and the one peering down at her. I wanted to possess the 100% woman in her and be swept off my feet by the 60% man.

“But then again, tonight is all about getting you out of your comfort zone.” I felt something tugging at my wrist, pulling me up. Michael stood in front of me, encouraging. With my hand in tow, he started walking.

It was only then, when I looked at her and noticed the distance between us getting shorter, that I understood that he was guiding me toward her. Her smile quickly transformed into a grin, her eyes darted once to see Michael’s hand pulling mine then returned to me bemusedly, and her fingers tapped excitedly on the scotch glass she was holding.

I would have frozen in place, were I given the chance, but Michael’s pull was tight and determined. I lowered my eyes, willed the ground to crumble beneath my feet and swallow me whole, and prayed that there was another redhead at the bar whom he was taking me to.

Michael stopped and I almost bumped into him, mesmerized as I was by the toned and tanned calves that had now entered my field of vision.

Ah, calves! There is something unassumingly sexy about those back leg muscles that always tickles my imagination. The way they so visibly contract and relax, the sheer power they carry by holding and propelling an entire body forward while it walks, runs, or climbs stairs, and the forgotten delicacy of their form and tone.

While others would stare at asses, abs, thighs, or chests, I can get transfixed by the sight of a woman’s bare or pantyhose-clad calves, imagining what it would feel like to caress them, stretch them, and slowly tickle every single erogenous zone on them, especially the folding juncture on the back of the knee.

“Haaaaaave you met Red?”

Despite all my embarrassment and cluelessness, Michael’s pale attempt at being a wingman caught me off-guard. The difference between my expectations and struggles and his feeble attempt at humor was too absurd not to laugh at. I finally raised my head and eyebrows simultaneously, and asked him while giggling, “Seriously? That’s the line you’ve settled on?”

“You know I’ve been on a How I Met Your Mother binge!” He shrugged at me. “Kidding aside, you have red hair,” he pointed at her, “her name is Red,” he pointed at me, “you two should totally hit it off.”

I was about to smile at his unfailing logic when I heard a throaty bursa escort laugh. I turned in her direction and felt the ground beneath me shake. She had thrown her head back and was chuckling heartily, her neck expanding and vibrating, her chest rising and falling, her teeth and lipstick glowing with the same intensity.

I gulped and willed my body to stay steady, forcing my knees to hold me up and my hands to remain by my side.

“Excellent,” Michael grinned. “The ice has been broken and although I need some with my soda refill, I will go ask the bartender for it.” He seemed too happy with his joke that he didn’t wait for our reaction, laughed by himself, and walked away.

I glared at him, angry at his shenanigans, partly thankful for his prompt retreat, and mostly terrified to be left alone with her. He leaned at the bar a few feet away, gestured to her, me, his hair, and then encouraged us to talk before turning back to the bartender.

“Worst. Wingman. Ever.” I finally said, bringing my eyes back to her.

“Oh no, he totally sold me on you,” she smiled.

I tried not to let her husky tone impress me, erase my words, or steal my wits. “You have red hair, my name is Red. What better reason could there be for you to talk to me?” I chuckled and applauded myself internally for remaining cool and casual.

“Well, there’s the fact that you are gorgeous,” came the immediate reply, followed by a suggestive stare.

Cool and casual? Right. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my lips transform into an O. No sound came out.

“You must have noticed that I’ve been looking at you all night, and honestly, I was about to go talk to you. You just saved me the walk,” she paused and pointed to Michael, “and the embarrassment of not having a wingman as awesome as yours.”

“Really?” I could barely believe her admission.

“Oh yes. Us redheads, we never lie,” she winked then leaned forward a bit, focused her eyes on mine, and shifted to a more serious tone and expression. “Except about our hair. I’ll let you in on a secret, it’s almost never naturally red,” she continued then leaned further, this time brushing her chest against my arm, stopping her head next to mine, with an uncanny mix of solemnity and playfulness in her eyes. I stood motionless, glancing at her hair and cheek, and heard her whisper in my right ear, “and I have a very small dark patch of hair that would attest to that.”

My breath caught again in my throat, the air finding it impossible to pass through the dryness of my mouth and lungs. My mind wandered to the vision she had created, one of her small patch of dark hair and all the things I would give up for the privilege of seeing it, touching it, smelling it, and tasting it.

I finally let out a loud sigh, which suddenly made her realize what she had just said. She straightened quickly, widened her eyes, and slapped her palms over her mouth, equally embarrassed and bemused. I couldn’t but laugh.

“Too much information for the first minutes of a chat with a stranger?” She asked, after letting her hands fall.

I nodded and feigned a horrified expression, “Shit got real!”

“OK, let’s start over. Hi, I’m Linda,” she stopped. “What’s that face?”

“What face?”

“You winced when I said I’m Linda.”

I couldn’t tell if she was seriously offended or just poking fun. “I… I just expected you to have a sexier name,” I stuttered and looked away.

“Are you saying my name isn’t sexy?” This time, I could hear the playfulness in her tone. I had to hold up my end of the game.

“I’m saying you are sexier than your name, Linda.” Her eyes reflected her surprise. She dropped her head back and her throaty laugh returned to enchant my senses.

“Good save!” She finally let out. “Let me buy you a drink, Red,” she tapped with a hand on her empty glass and with the other on the bar stool next to her. “You know, not all of us were blessed with parents who took the time to pick out a unique name for them. But you can call me Lin, if that better matches your standards of name sexiness.”

I raised myself next to her and watched as she swiveled back toward the bar and got the bartender’s attention. She ordered us two glasses of scotch, without even bothering to ask if that was what I preferred.

“Cheers, Red,” she raised her glass.

I followed suite, sipped, and swirled the whisky slowly in my mouth before swallowing. When I put my glass down, I noticed her grinning at me. I furrowed my eyebrows questioningly.

“I like a woman who can appreciate her liquor.” I blushed and lowered my head. “So, why Red?” I sighed. “I’m sorry. I guess you get that question all the time.”

“No, no. It’s just that my mother had such a terrible experience with her pregnancy that she wished she would go back to regular menstruations. Hence, she wished for Red.” I shook my head almost desperately and laughed internally at the horrified look on her face. When I knew I had stunned her into complete escort bursa and awkward silence, I broke into laughter and felt my heart bounce when she joined me. I would do anything to hear that laugh again and again.

“You almost had me!”

“Not almost, Lin,” I corrected with a lower tone and a subliminal message about the different ways that I had her. “I’m Red because my parents own a vineyard in rural France, and they are quite passionate about their bottles of red.”

“So you’re a fine product of love and not a nauseating result of cramps?”

“Exactly.”

“It still has to be proven,” she paused to sip and savor her scotch, “your greatness compared to red wine, I mean. You do look just as inviting, just as rich, ripe, and full-bodied,” she smiled as I blushed again, “but I can’t say anything about the actual taste,” she winked, “yet.”

I gulped again and turned to my glass. As I buried my tongue in its contents, I tried not to think of the experiment she would perform to prove that theory. When I finally felt some semblance of control over my mind had been restored, I turned to see her fluff her hair with her raised hand.

Her loose shirt sleeve hung down, revealing her upper arm and a hint of her shoulder. If calves were my Achilles Heel, upper arms and shoulders were my kryptonite. I didn’t like them excessively muscular or exceptionally thin, but just meaty enough with a visible muscle tone, exactly like hers. I could spend hours just strolling my fingers up and down, bringing my lips to kiss every inch of them, getting tickled by each contact with the incredibly smooth skin there.

I wanted to bite them and feel them tighten below my teeth, awaken a rage in them that would grab me and push me against the bar, and watch as they contracted just enough to hold me imprisoned below them. What higher purpose in life was there than to be possessed by those arms?

She caught me staring again. I had to seem smart, say something witty about the situation but my battle, just like my common sense, was lost to her arms.

“I thought about dyeing mine, but decided against it,” I finally blurted.

It took her a second to understand that I was talking about her red hair. “Too obvious I suppose?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. “Besides, when someone calls you Red, you wouldn’t be able to tell if they really know you or they are referring to your hair.”

“Exactly! You get it.” When I noticed that my palm had instinctively reached out to tap her playfully on the arm, that same arm I had been fantasizing about, it was already too late to stop the movement. I watched, slightly entranced, as my fingers made contact with her, and my goosebumps rose while my arousal leaked.

“So you did not dye your hair,” she quietly murmured while lowering her eyes toward the newly formed contact between us.

“I did not dye my hair.” I quickly retrieved my hand. My fingers felt naked now without her skin beneath them.

“That’s hardly a secret though.”

“It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Oh, so you won’t reciprocate my wildly inappropriate information-sharing incident?” She smiled again, devilishly.

“I fully intend to avoid that hairy debate.” I tried to keep a serious attitude but my joy over the brilliant wordplay was too obvious to contain. My lips curled up into a smile.

She threw her head back and laughed again. I basked in the glory of the moment. It was the fourth time, I counted, and the third one triggered by me. If I kept trying, I may have enough in me to earn a dozen more of those priceless gifts.

“Your ability to spin words doesn’t get you out of this, Red.” She shook her index finger. “You owe me a secret and I fully intend to collect it.”

“Alright. But I can’t think of anything now,” I lied. “We’ll circle back to it later.”

“Oh I’ll make sure we do,” she partially caved. “So France, eh? I knew there was something different about your accent.”

“Ah oui!”

Her eyes shone instantly. “I have a thing for French,” she admitted. “The language, the accent, the attitude, they get to me.”

“Really?” I asked while rolling my R like it was my life’s mission.

“This is not fair!” She tapped her hand on the bar, faking outrage in a desperate attempt to conceal her blush.

“Mais pourquoi?” If my perfect French was my chance to win her over, I was dead set on seizing every advantage.

She fixed her eyes on mine and started fanning her face with her hand. I smiled proudly and waited for her to find her words again. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

My grin widened in an inaudible admission that, in fact, I knew exactly what I was doing to her and I planned on doing more of it. But I stayed silent this time, teasingly.

When she realized that I wasn’t going to say anything, she straightened her back and called my bluff. “Alright, I’ll play the game. Can you please say something in French? Anything really. You can tell me that you forgot and left your bursa escort bayan dishwasher on for all I care, I won’t understand a word.”

If we were playing that game, I definitely had to throw a few more cards on the table. In that brief moment, all of my shyness and insecurities were gone, and I was in complete control of every muscle in my body. I leaned toward her, placed my hand on her thigh, brought my lips to her ear, and whispered with my most French and husky tone, “J’ai envie de toi.”

A shudder coursed through her. It reverberated in her spine, slightly shaking her head, and descended to her feet, making the hand that I had on her thigh tremble. My heart stopped beating, my breath caught, and every single organ in my body took a hiatus from its regular function to enjoy this rare moment of superiority, this brief instant where I owned every single cell and atom of her.

Then, encouraged by its success thus far, my hand traveled higher and inwardly on her thigh, almost reaching the juncture with her lower abdomen. “J’ai vraiment envie de toi,” I repeated in her ear then, finally succumbing to my cowardly nature, I retreated.

My hand went directly to the scotch glass, anxious to hold anything, to not feel useless now that it wasn’t on her anymore. The cold of the glass shook my senses, contrasting with my adrenaline rush and the warmth of her touch. I tried not to look at her, not to agonize over her reaction. I had to stay serene, pretend that this hadn’t just happened, that I hadn’t admitted my attraction to her in such an overt move, that I hadn’t basically assaulted her without her consent.

“I will give you back this paper, which I hope you won’t need anymore, and bid you adieu.” Michael was standing behind us, arm outstretched, waiting for me to take the paper back.

I had almost forgotten all about that. My eyes darted to hers, then we both looked at the folded white A4, and back at each other. My hands were faster, as they flew and grabbed it before she even had time to raise hers.

I saw Michael curtsey awkwardly from the corner of my eye. “I believe I am leaving you in very gentle and friendly hands,” were his last words before walking away. I was so busy panicking while making the paper disappear as fast as possible that I didn’t say goodbye.

Suddenly a new hand entered my exponentially narrowing field of vision. She placed it on top of mine, which was folding the paper further and shoving it into my clutch in one swift and clumsy movement. “What’s the paper for?”

“Nothing important,” I lied.

“Oh no. No no no. You are not getting away with this,” she gently tapped on my hand.

“Nope. Not going to play this game.” My answer was brutal and unequivocal, cut and dried.

“I recall you owing me a secret. I want that paper.” She tugged gently and plastered a devilishly cute smile on her face.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to let it go, literally or figuratively, I tried to dissuade her through deflection, by downplaying the paper’s importance. I took it out of my clutch, placed it on the bar in front of us, and said nonchalantly, “You’re wasting your secret on this paper?”

“Yes,” came the very firm affirmative.

“I’m telling you, there’s nothing important there. Pick something else,” I took my hand away and left the paper unattended. This was my last bluff, and I barely stopped myself before caving, grabbing it, and running away.

“I want this,” she kept her hand near it but didn’t make a move yet. “If it’s nothing then it’s too bad for me and you’ll be free.”

“Alright,” I pushed once more, hoping against all hope that it would work this time. “But trust me, you’re wasting your secret on nothing.”

She smiled, finally back to her regular assertive self. My few seconds of superiority were long since forgotten, the vibrations in the air around us only caused by the music and crowd, and no longer by the shudder I had provoked in her.

She reached out her hand, eyes fixed on me, observing my every reaction. I struggled not to flinch, although internally, I was trembling like a leaf on a windy day. She finally grabbed it and unfolded it. I looked away, embarrassed and terrified. Why did I let her have it?

“I’ve never kissed a girl before.” She read the words that betrayed my deepest secret. “Will you,” she stammered, “be,” her voice caught in her throat, “my first?”

I looked at the dancefloor but saw nothing beyond the glassy dark filter that had now imbued my eyes. All of my insecurities came rushing inside me in an avalanche of unspoken words and denied feelings, a tornado of confused years and unresolved fears.

You know how the most obvious solution is sometimes the hardest to find? That was my life’s story. Actually, I hadn’t been asking the right question to begin with, and when I did and finally found the answer, it all made sense in a terrifyingly clear way. Had I spent my entire teenage life and the first years of my adult one in blissful ignorance or in subconscious denial? I don’t know. What I knew was that despite growing up as the one person who had the curiosity to explain and understand everything and everyone, I had inexplicably failed to understand myself until my late twenties.

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“I dread coming to the office everyday”.

We were sitting eating our lunch in the common area of our shared office space. Me and the two other women in the office doing our twice weekly eat, gab and gossip session in the lunchroom.

“I thought you loved your job Maggie. Don’t tell us you’re thinking of leaving,” responded Leigh. I would miss you so much.”

“No, I’m not leaving. It’s just these men in our office. Blue, gray, black. Blue, gray, black. You would think those were the only colors God ever created. There are so many great men’s clothes out there in so many great colors. And our guys wear the drabbest dullest colors on the planet. And in the dead of winter it would be nice to look up and see something bright and colorful.”

Sasha piped up, “I agree but somehow I don’t see any of our guys wearing other colors like yellow or orange.”

“or purple or pink,” added Leigh.

I laughed, spitting out some of my lunch, “Pink! Oh my god. If one our guys wore a pink shirt I’d drop to my knees and blow him right in the office.”

Leigh and Sasha joined me in the biggest belly laugh we had shared in a long while.

“Sorry,” started Sasha trying to get her words out between laughs, “I just had this image of you on your knees in front of Hank sucking his little cock while everyone in the office just kept going about their business like nothing unusual was happening.”

We all laughed harder. People were starting to look at us disapprovingly.

“And the toughest part of that image for me to complete is not Maggie on her knees sucking cock but Hank wearing a pink shirt,” Leigh continued Sasha’s line of thought her head falling forward then back, her hand slapping the top of the table.

That was it, we were all wiping tears from our eyes laughing so hard we were unable to talk.

“We’re going to hold you to it Maggie,” Leigh squeaked out between laughs, “someone wears a pink a shirt and you have to suck his cock.”

Our laughter continued, “And we have to watch so we can confirm you followed through,” Sasha added.

Our noise level was getting out of hand. The few people at the other end of the lunch room were packing their unfinished lunches and leaving. I leaned into my friends and in a lower voice said, “I’m so sure it won’t happen, I will agree to fuck the first guy who wears a pink shirt and you all can watch.”

Upping the ante Sasha said “I think you should agree to let him fuck you’re tight little ass since you’re so sure it isn’t going to happen.”

“Please. That’s my tight little virgin ass to you. Show some respect. No cock will ever pass up that pathway as long as I’m awake to have any say in the matter.”

I laughed, Sasha was doubled over, Leigh sat up and said, “You’re on. What are the ground rules?”

I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t care, because I will never have to pay up. You decide the rules.”

“Okay, enough of this,” Sasha interrupted, “Now, before we have to get back to work, tell us all about your +1 wedding adventure on Saturday.”

I went through the whole night in every detail, telling them what a nice guy Matt was. Polite, a real gentleman, and more handsome than anyone needs to be. The night was going well. We were having a lot of fun laughing, drinking, and dancing. All night I wandered between not-so-horny and oh-god-fuck-me-now horny mostly because Matt was just so damn gorgeous and also because it had been a month since I’d had a god fucking. It seemed like the night would end rather calmly with me making love to Ricky, my friendly never fail me vibrator. All the heat seemed to have dissipated while saying goodbye to other guests and waiting for our cab. We turned to small talk. The cab drove up. We got in, gave him my address, he starts to pull away and WHAM, Matt is all over me in the back seat. By the time we’re outside my place I’m sliding my dress down and Matt is tucking his cock back in his pants while trying to pay the driver. In the elevator, my panties are around my ankles, by the time we reach my floor and Matt’s face is dripping in my pussy juices. We don’t get past the kitchen before Matt has me bent over the counter ramming me from behind and I’m screaming for more. We were fucking and sucking into the wee hours of the morning on Sunday. In fact, I’m still a little sore in a couple of places and my jaw is a bit stiff. I have to admit, sharing the story did bring a smile to my face and a damp spot to my underwear.

Tom came by and said Leigh was needed so I had to end my story with a promise to continue on Friday, not that there was much more to tell except a few details if they were interested in the minutia of my love making.

I got back to my desk and looked around the office and wondered what each of these guys might be like if any of them decided to wear pink. Hank was an older Asian man who I wouldn’t want to ever be naked with but I was pretty certain he would never wear pink. The Lithuanian twins were too “manly” to ever wear pink so I wasn’t worried about them other than their aggression in the bedroom may be fun but not for a first anal experience… ouch. I winced just thinking about it. Tom was a handsome guy. I would probably pick him if I had to choose someone, but pink. Not on your life. There was a little too much hockey player in that man to ever be caught wearing pink. The Serb, the Russian, I’m not even sure they would be seen with bursa escort their wife if she was wearing pink and they wore the most drab colours of everyone. Colton, him maybe. He was of an older generation. Probably old enough to be my father. He had worn red once or twice, and some nice browns, a deep maroon shirt. He might be okay if I had to do it with him, but I seriously doubt at his age that he could keep up with me.

Well, that was my potential stable of would be lovers but when I considered the possibilities, other than on a fluke there may be, may be one guy who would wear pink but I still highly doubted it.

The next three days were the old drab days. More blues, greys and blacks. I went for lunch each day looking at the handsome colorful guys from all the offices around us and sighed several times imagining the distractions they would be if I worked with them. On Friday Sasha, Leigh and I grabbed food and sat in the lunchroom. After the usual small talk Leigh pulled out a piece of paper.

“Here are the ground rules Maggie.”

The drabness of our men had been so constant I had already forgotten about the stupid bet.

Maggie’s Ground Rules:

1.If any man in the office wears pink, I will get him to ass-fuck me that very day.

2.I will get him to ass fuck me in the teleconference room so Sasha and Leigh are able to watch using the telecom camera and confirm I have complied with rule number one.

3.Should I fail to comply with rule number one I will be forced to give every guy in the office a blow job over the following two weeks.

That was it. I looked up and my two friends had the biggest cheesiest grins I had ever seen them wear. I looked back at the page. No way were they going to win.

“Okay, first, this only applies to the men currently in the office. No new hires. And it must be a decidedly pink shirt, not some shirt with a hint of pink in it.”

They looked at each other and nodded. “Sure. That’s fair,” they agreed.

“Second,” I continued, “there has to be a time limit on this. Let’s say 2 months?”

They looked at each other. Sasha turned to me and said, “How about 3 months?”

“Okay, 3 months,” I said. “And lastly, there has to be some consequence for you two should I win.”

They weren’t expecting that. “Wait a second. No way.”

“Well I can’t be the only one with skin in this game.”

We all argued a little and they finally agreed in principle but now to decide what.

I finally said, “Well, I have to do something I haven’t done before, so it should be the same for you two.”

“I’ve had anal sex,” Sasha was quick to point out. “Me too,” echoed Leigh.

“More than one guy at a time?” I asked

“Two for me.” Was Sasha’s quick reply.

“I’ve done three,” Leigh said, adding, “not that I’m bragging or anything.”

What have I been doing all my life. I thought I was adventurous in bed. Obviously not. And I smiled at my friends.

“So that would probably take care of multiple blow jobs, having an audience, and double penetration.”

“Check, check and check.” My two cheeky friends said feeling confident about them getting out of this.

“Bondage? S&M? Spanking? Domination?”

“All done.”

“Me too”

I was about to give up myself.

“What’s left?” I pondered out loud. “Making love to each other.” I quipped.

Silence. Absolute dead silence. Sasha and Leigh looked at each other, then at me.

“Of course. Make love to each other and I get to watch. Oh. I love this. Have either of you ever made love to another woman?”

Silence again. Just a slow shaking of their head.

“Oh you two are so smart. So here’s the deal. If after three months there have been no pink shirts, each of you will make love, not to each other but with me. Seeing as how I’m the one with this experience, it’s only right that I teach you both while the other watches.”

They shrugged looked at me, Sasha held out her hand and said “Deal.” I shook her hand. Leigh looked at both of us, conceded defeat and held out her hand and the deal was sealed.

“Monday is the 10th of February. That will be our first day,” I proclaimed. Sasha and Leigh nodded their agreement. “May 9th will be Lesbian party day if we’ve seen no pinks shirts. Ooo, I can’t wait.”

The days of blue, gray, black passed turning into weeks. It was in the 9th week on a Wednesday. Leigh met me in the hall just outside the office area. A big smile on her face, “Today might be the day, Maggie.” I looked at her unknowingly and walked in the office. Out of the corner of my I saw a white shirt with a pale colored stripe. Colton. Damn. But at first glance it didn’t look pink to me.

I went to my desk, sat down and started my day. I glanced at Colton’s shirt a couple of times but from where I sat I couldn’t decide whether or not it was a pink stripe.

I wasn’t there 10 minutes when Sasha sauntered over to my desk with a big smile on her face. She leaned in close to me looking at me laptop screen like she was talking to me about work. “I hope your ass is ready to be probed today. I think that might be a pink shirt over there in that corner.” She stood up and left. Her beautiful backside seeming to have just a little extra swing to it.

An hour or so into my day Colton came to talk to Leigh. Leigh sits next to me in our little office space.

When they were escort bursa done, Colton turned and said, “Hi Margaret” (he always called me Margaret which, inside I appreciated in our professional environment), “how’s your day going?”

“Hi Colton. It’s a pretty normal day so far, but it’s all good. That’s a great shirt you’re wearing. What color are those stripes? They’re an interesting color.”

“Thank you Margaret.” Colton said looking down at his shirt. “The colour? I would say they’re a pale purple. I think some people might say mauve. But I’m no color expert so I’m not sure what to call it.”

I heard a muffled ‘Damn’ come from Leigh.

“Everything okay Leigh?” Colton asked spinning around to offer any assistance Leigh may need.

“Oh it’s nothing. I’m fine. Just something I heard, I mean read. Nothing really.”

Colton’s actions, if taken in isolation, might be considered passes or too attentive for an office environment, but he was like that with everyone. Initially I thought the man was coming on to me, but then I thought he was coming on to everyone and then I decided, it was just his way. He was almost too nice to everyone. Women and men alike.

“So Colton, back to your shirt color. I really like it. I was thinking it might be pink but,”

“Oh. It’s definitely not pink.” He said interrupting me, “That I know for certain. I know what pink is and this is definitely not pink.”

I reached out and touched his shirt pretending to examine the color a bit more closely, but really I was hiding the big laugh I was just barely able to supress.

“Mauve. I agree Colton. I would say it’s mauve, definitely not pink. And it is a really nice shirt.”

“Thanks again Margaret. I have to get back to the grind. Enjoy your day.” And Colton turned to walk back to his desk.

I immediately banged out an email to my two friends. The subject was “Virginity remains intact”. The message simply read. “Mauve not pink as confirmed by owner and wearer and witnessed by one of you.?”

Sasha was walking into our area almost before I could return to my regular work. This time it was me wearing the huge smile.

“Hi Leigh and Maggie, do you have time to come to my office for a quick meeting? There are a couple of things I need to discuss with you.”

“Sure.” We both replied standing up from our desks in unison.

I followed both of them to Sasha’s office smiling all the way and for the first time really noticing how well they both moved and what great figures culminating in nice asses they both possessed. My mind flashed an image of both of them walking in just their underwear. I supressed a moan and shook my head to clear the image.

As she closed the door behind us Sasha started in on me in a firm teasing kind of way.

“You lucky little witch. I can’t believe how boring these guys are but how close we just came. Leigh, what’s this about you being a witness? I thought we had agreed to argue it is a pink shirt.”

“Look Sasha. I’m getting as nervous as you are about my first lesbian experience. I’m not sure I really want to make love to another woman.”

“No less than I want a guy’s cock in my ass I’m sure. But that’s what I agreed to and being my lover is what you agreed to,” I responded. ” I would let you end the bet right now but I’m pretty sure I’m going to win so no way.”

“I know. I know,” Leigh said, “but I didn’t think it would happen. All I could see in mind my mind’s eye was you bent over the conference room table and some guy sliding his cock between your cheeks. I hadn’t considered my lips on yours, our bodies touching you touching me. Well, I don’t think my mind’s eye was capable of creating an image of me making love to a woman.”

I just sat there smiling, and getting a little horny listening to Leigh talk about us making love, her for the first time with a woman.

Sasha was shaking her head and almost laughing, “Okay,” she said with a big smile on her face, “I just wanted to tell Maggie how lucky she is, how close she came to losing and that she better watch out. Colton just might be her next lover.”

“Want to go double or nothing on the bet Sasha?” I quipped feeling my confidence growing and feeling theirs waning.

“No way!” shouted Leigh.

“Hey, don’t be so fast to knock something you haven’t tried beautiful.” I said patting Leigh on the knee and trying to sound sexy and alluring while trying not to laugh.

Sasha laughed. Almost immediately I echoed her chuckles. I’m not sure Leigh was initially amused, but she lowered her head and said “You two. I guess if I’m going to do this, I would rather it be with you than anyone else.”

On the morning of April 28, the start of the 11th week of our bet, I began the morning by sending Leigh and Sasha an email with the subject “10 of 12” and a message that said “only two weeks to go.”

Over the next two weeks I started to pay more attention to the bodies of my soon to be lovers, though my confidence was feeling a little shaky. In the days since the “mauve” incident, Colton had worn a white shirt with broad purple stripes one day and blue shirt with a white stripe and fine pink stripe another. I was happy I changed the ground rules to say the shirt had to be decidedly pink otherwise I may have had a fight on my hands. None of the other guys in the office we changing their drab ways but Colton was pushing out bursa escort bayan the boundaries and rushing head long towards a pink shirt. I was getting nervous.

Both of the ladies have beautiful faces framed in natural blond hair. Sasha has an incredible body. Her top half is petite with nice a firm A-cup breasts a tight core, firm abs and a tiny waist. From her waist there is a quick flare to well-shaped hips a stunning rear-end and meaty strong thighs. I imagined how tightly her pussy sat high between her thighs. How my fingers would feel parting her lips then probing between them. And her mouth and tongue, I longed to feel my mouth pressed against hers and her mouth on my pussy, her tongue in my pussy. Those thoughts always made me squeeze my thighs together and apply pressure on my cunt to match what my mind was anticipating. Sasha was certainly more adventurous than Leigh. I was confident she would embrace our Lesbian Party with eagerness and gusto so she could fully enjoy the new experience.

Leigh is taller than Sasha, and me. Her legs long, her breasts probably a d-cup I knew I would get lost in. She always stood beside me and leaned on my desk when we talked work. It was in these last two weeks I realized she was offering me a look down her blouse (I don’t think she ever realized she was doing it). But her low cut tops fell open exposing her full well shaped breasts and symmetrical areolas and nipples. Leigh has an overall well-proportioned body, almost perfectly proportioned I would say. But what always caught my attention, what I couldn’t stop looking at, was the angle at which her bodice slid from her navel down between her legs to where her pussy lived. It was so damn captivating that every time she walked past I had to look at it.

On the morning of the 9th of May I did a quick scan of the men in the office and pumped my fist. No pink shirts. I had won. I sent Sasha and Leigh a meeting invite from 6pm – 8pm in the teleconference room. The meeting topic was: “New techniques and experiences”. The agenda: 1. Sharing my experiences and how to apply my techniques to improve office moral. 2. Leigh attempts to apply my ideas and gives feedback. 3. Sasha attempts to apply my ideas and gives feedback. NOTE: We can switch the order of 2 and 3. Within seconds of sending the invite Leigh got up from her desk and left our space. A few minutes later Sasha sent me an IM and asked me to come to her office. I responded “be there in 2 minutes”.

I walked into Sasha’s office. Leigh was sitting there and wouldn’t look at me.

“Hi Maggie,” Sasha started.

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Umm, Leigh can’t do this tonight, she has plans.”

“Change them,” I said without emotion.

“Well, I can’t,” Leigh said softly.

“Sure you can.”

I wasn’t surprised by this tactic, in fact I had anticipated it.

“She’s made plans to meet some friends for drinks and…”

I interrupted Sasha, “And if I had made plans and Colton or Tom wore a pink shirt today would either of you let me postpone my ass-fucking until tomorrow?”

I paused. Leigh looked at Sasha pleadingly. Sasha started to speak “Well,”

I interrupted again. “Well no, in the right answer Sasha. And if Stephen had said to you today at 3:00pm, ‘I need both of you to stay until 8:00’, you would both be on the phone cancelling any plans you had.”

I looked right at Leigh. “Leigh,” I waited for her to look me in the eyes, “when we’re done here you will go and phone or text your friends and tell them something has come up at work and you will either meet them later or another night, just like you would have done if Stephen had told you to work late tonight.”

I stood up. As I left the room I said to them without looking back, “I will see both of you at 6:00.”

I closed Sasha’s door behind me.

When I got back to my desk I decided to test the camera in the teleconference room. Once Sasha had said her and Leigh could watch me if I had lost the bet, I asked Tom about controlling the camera from a laptop if that was possible. He had shipped me a link to download some software and a user guide. It was time to test it out. I booked the meeting room for 30 minutes then using the software I started the camera. There was the capability of moving the camera from left to right and up and down slightly. Once I understood what the camera’s range of motion was, I went to the room to determine the best place to stand to record the night’s activities. I turned all the lights on and began moving about the room then adjusting the camera to find me. The camera controls were backwards when I was facing the screen. I laughed at my frustration sorting out left from right. I turned around to examine the room. There were no windows in the room. This was done on purpose so the lighting would remain very consistent during teleconferences. I decided to start from half way back in the room. This would allow me to quickly eliminate half the room. I looked down at the screen. ‘Hey. Nice ass Maggie.’ I thought to myself. Those workouts are really producing some nice results. No wonder all the guys lift their heads when I walk by. I would do the same if someone in the office had an ass this nice; man or woman. I adjusted the zoom. That works. And hey, left and right work when my back is to the camera. I smiled at accidently discovering the most obvious way to make the camera adjustments easy to manage. I walked 5 steps towards the back of the room and adjusted the zoom again. Not bad I thought but I filled the screen. Two people wouldn’t fit well in the shot and if we moved the least bit one way or the other one or both of us would be of camera.

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The morning felt gloomy; though it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me considering I feel this way almost every morning. I have such a pessimistic view of life that I don’t think anything could ever cheer me up. My mornings in the hospital—yes, I’m a doctor—always follow the same bore some route — come in by 8.00 am, do my rounds with nurse Jennifer on tow. I always ask my patients the same questions and I always give them the same re-assurances.

I live a very boring life. The hospital is mostly my whole life, yet, I’m not happy there. I live alone in my small 3 bed room duplex. Any form of commitment scares the shit out of me. I am not committed neither do I want to be. I have a standing arrangement with my neighbor, who comes around every Tuesdays and Fridays to fuck my brains out after doing some joint — just plain sex, no strings. My neighbor Richard is not totally turn-head handsome, but he is neat; which is exactly what really matters to me. The sex is not exactly great but I usually manage to get off which helps a lot in reducing the stress.

I live a shitty life. I spend most of my time at the hospital. When I do get home late in the evening, I smoke till I get blurry eyed, and then fell into bed and toss around till morning. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I feel that I am going gradually insane, rolling down the hill. I even went to see a couple of therapists for awhile, but, I had to stop whenever they started getting too close.

Presently, I concluded my rounds and entered the doctors’ lounge. I went straight to the coffee maker and brewed a cup for myself. I turned around and nodded to a few of my colleagues around before taking a seat. Immediately I sat, the door opens and in walks Dr. Bette Grandfield. She waltzed in and bestowed a radiant smile on everyone in the room before grabbing her own coffee.

I sat sipping my coffee, watching Dr. Grandfield chatting up the guys. I watch them silently, almost jealously at the ease with which she could rapport with them. As the guys start leaving, one after the other, Dr. Grandfield turn and start walking towards me. When she got to me, she mumbled something and sat down. I turned my head in her direction and she gave me a radiant smile. She had an easy take on life and why wouldn’t she? She is just pure blond with matching blue eyes, a very beautiful face and body to rhyme. And she is tall too but I am an inch taller than her, which will make her 5: 10″. So, I’m guessing she should be happy because like me, she is not saddled with a skin color that left you hanging — too white to pass for black and not white enough to belong there, either. All through school, all my black friends never really trusted me. They all viewed me as an outsider and a traitor among them because they believed I can easily claim to be white if any problem arises. It got so bad I decided to stay on my own and that’s how I have been since, which is the least of my problems.

I turned away from Dr. Grandfield and concentrate on my coffee.

“How is your morning so far?” she asks.

She has a very deep voice which can still go deeper if she reduced her voice to a whisper which I have seen her done a few times while trying to calm a patient. I don’t know why she keeps doing this. This is the third week in a row. She should know by now that I am not interested in chatting with her.

“It went fine,” I mumbled at her.

This is how she usually starts her banter and she doesn’t stop until I walk out on her. As she chattered on, the room empties out until its remaining just us. I was thinking of a polite way to make my exit without seeming rude.

“Nadia?”

I felt a chill ran through my body. I turned to look at her. This is the first time she is using my name and it felt nice to hear it after such a long time away from home. Even my neighbor Richard calls me “Dr. Brown”.

“Yes?” I answered with one raised brow.

“Why are you so unhappy?” She asked, looking me square in the face.

I blinked at her. Talk of surprises. I thought of evading the question but the stare she fixed on me shows she is prepared, but I still had to try.

“Sorry?”

“You heard me” she said as she cocked her head to one side still staring at me.

“And who told you I am unhappy?” I shot back with a little attitude.

She smiled…

“Nadia, even a blind man can sense the sadness in you. You always keep to yourself; you hardly

talk to anyone except on professional level. Since I’ve been here, I hardly seen you smile. I don’t even know if you know how to. What is it? What is wrong? Tell me.”

As she talked, she reached out a hand and touched mine still grasping my mug. I started feeling sorry for myself. I looked at her again. I very much wanted to open up to her. She seems like somebody that will understand, but I can’t trust her. I find it quite hard to trust, I just want to run from her.

“I am not unhappy”, I told her softly still looking at my hands.

“Yes you are. I’ve never seen anyone sadder”. She reached out a hand towards me and I bursa escort instinctively jerked back. I hate to be touched when I’m not prepared for it. But notwithstanding my jerking back, she stretched out her hand and touched my face tenderly. And that did it; I snapped.

“And who made you the judge over me? How dare you sit there and think you know me just because your life is perfect? What do you know about my life? Who gave you the right?” I said standing.

I know I am shouting but I couldn’t stop. I am so angry I thought I could hit her. From the look on her face, I know she is shocked by my outburst, but I feel so rage. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so enraged –probably before I entered medical school.

“I am not judging you, Nadia. I just want to…” she tried to explain standing too.

“Oh shut up! You want to understand why I am so sad? Ok, I will tell you –do you know how it feels to grow up not knowing where you belong; whether you are black or white? No one group willing to accept you because of fear of the other? To grow up, not having a single friend? To be all alone in the whole world?” I paused to take a breather.

I could feel the hot tears on my cheeks, but, now I couldn’t care less. I just wanted the load off my chest now that I have someone to download them on. I could feel myself shaking all over.

“Do you still want to understand?” I gushed out expelling a shaky breath. She had a sad look on her face which infuriated me even more.

“Nadia…” she started.

“Don’t call me that! Don’t ever call me that!” I shouted at her, all the while poking a finger in her soft chest.

I whirled around to leave. I felt her grab my arm and flipped me around to face her again. I looked into her eyes, surprised at her strength and an instant later, I felt her lips on mine. She has very soft lips and for an instant, I lost all sense of reasoning and returned the kiss with careless abandon while clinging on her like a life- line.

The kiss lasted for a minute, then, I pushed her off. I could feel my legs shaking. I feel like I will crumble to the floor, but I still manage to look her boldly in the face.

“I am so sorry. I…I … I’m … I don’t know…” she began.

“Stay away from me”, I said in ice cold voice and started walking away from her. I wanted to run but forced myself to take one step at a time until I exited.

All through the week and the next, I managed to avoid Dr. Grandfield as best as I could. I rarely enter the doctors’ lounge for morning coffee anymore for fear of meeting her there. Up till now, I could hardly make sense of the kiss. It left me weak- kneed and scared the hell out of me. I have never kissed another girl before, hell! I never even had a friend to kiss and I know that if I hadn’t been raped at seventeen, I could still probably be a virgin. That’s how great my life is.

3 weeks after my encounter with Dr. Grandfield, I’ve managed to put the incident behind me and continued with my boring routine.

Friday night saw me sitting on my couch smoking myself to stupor while waiting for my neighbor to come for our standing appointment. I wonder why he is late today. I am on my 15th stick when the door bell rang. I got up and staggered to the door and flung it open thinking it is Richard, but lo! There she stood, Dr. Grandfield in all her glory. My heart accelerated from beating to jumping in my chest as I eyed her suspiciously.

“May I come in?” she asked softly.

“Why?” I asked blocking the door way

“I feel I owe you an apology and I need to explain something to you,” she said.

I stepped back a little and she brushed past me and I felt the chill again. I gingerly followed her into my sitting room and sat down across from her. I sit patiently waiting for her to say something. Rather she sat quietly staring at her hands. Minutes later, she looked up to me and smiled.

“Can I have something to drink?” she asked.

“Coffee?” I offered.

She nodded and gave me a tiny smile. I walked into my kitchen and got out a goblet and poured a white wine into it. There is no way I am brewing my de-caffeinated coffee for her. I carried the wine into the sitting room and watch her watch me as I sip from it before handing it to her. She took it and held it, making no attempt to drink it. She looked up at me and I stared down at her daring her to complain.

“Thank you,” she said instead

I nodded and went back to my seat.

“I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have drilled you like that. I’m still ashamed at the way I attacked you. I’ve never done anything like that in my life before, just that you look so cute when you are angry.”

As she said that, she stopped and looked at me. I continued staring at her silently. Maybe she is waiting for me to say something. As I didn’t do anything, she continued.

“I know it’s not an excuse. I very much want to understand you, though I set out doing that on the wrong foot but you’re very beautiful to spend your life alone, you need someone in your escort bursa life.”

She stopped again; waiting .She is probably right about me being beautiful — I have a fair skin, almost white but not quite, with big brown eyes which is the only thing my black father ever gave me. My nose is well defined and pointed, sitting proudly on my oval face guarded by high cheek bones. My paternal grandma once described me as having a proud face — which is her way of telling me I’m pretty; considering what she believes about not telling children of their beauty. I know I still look okay after all these years, although I don’t care how I look anymore.

“Are you giving me the silent treatment?” she asked. I almost laughed, except I have forgotten how to.

“No,” I said shaking my head.

“You said you grew up alone, you never had any friends, but I see a huge wall you fenced around yourself which you refuse to let down for anybody to cross and come close to you.” She continued.

“Dr. Grandfield, you don’t know anything about my life.” I told her quietly.

I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time at the hospital. So, I am working real hard to be calm and control my voice.

“Then, make me know. I’ve known you for a while now, yet, you are still being so formal with me. Why can’t you open…?”

“I think you should leave,” I said cutting her off.

She blinked at me several times as it dawned on her that I want her out. Yet, she sat there staring me in the eyes for a while.

“Why?” she asked still making no attempt to get up.

“I don’t have time for your idle banter,” I said with a straight face.

“Does my presence here distract you?” she asked.

And that did it. I lost it again. What is she trying to prove? Just because I didn’t press’ sexual harassment’ charges on her, she thinks she can do anything? I jumped up from my seat and crossed over to her .I am so angry I couldn’t see where I’m going. When I got to her, I grab her hand and pulled her up, knocking the wine out of her hand. I watched her as in a slow motion, holding my breath, but she didn’t flinch as the liquid splashed and ran down her chest soaking her pink shirt. I started backing us towards the front door, pulling her along with me. I backed us into the centre table and we went flying. I can feel myself hanging in the air and then I hit the floor on my butt and Dr. Grandfield landed on top of me hard, knocking the breath from my lungs as she pins me to the floor.

Her body feels so soft against mine. I could feel her breathe on my face and the tantalizing smell of her perfume. It feels so good to have her on top of me. She started getting up from me but I pulled her down on top of me again. Her blue eyes stared into my brown ones. Then, she leaned down and took my mouth into hers. This time, I wanted her to and couldn’t deny it. I let all my inhibitions down and opened my mouth to her. She drew my tongue into her mouth and started caressing it with her own tongue.

She is a very good kisser; she does all sorts of things with her mouth and tongue. And since I hadn’t had much practice in kissing and sex in general, all I could do is to open myself to her and be a willing student. I especially love the way she breathes as she kisses me, almost as if she is choking. She ran her hands all over me, stopping on my breasts, she pinched my nipples and I moaned breaking the kiss. I opened my eyes and pulled away from her. She leaned up a little and looked at me with hooded eyes filled with passion.

“My name is Bette,” she said touching my face lovingly.

“I know,” I croaked at her.

“I want to hear you say it,” she continued caressing my face.

I cleared my throat and tried again.

“Bette,” I said and she smiled

“Isn’t that so easy, Nadia?” She asks.

“Yes, Bette,” I replied.

As I looked up at her, she bent down and kissed my forehead tenderly.

“What is happening?” I asked her confused.

“Nothing, just relax and do whatever you feel like.” She said caressing my face.

“I still want to kiss you,” I respond.

“Then you can.” She said and smiled down at me.

I reached up and started pulling her towards me. As our lips touched, my door bell went off. We both jumped at the sound.

“Fuck!” I swore into her mouth. She gave me a quick kiss and got up from my body.

As she stood, she looked down her body and touched the wet wine stain on her blouse.

“I’m sorry about that.” I mumbled as I got up from the floor, my t—shirt is wet too.

I wobbled to the door and opened it to my neighbor, Richard. We stood whispering by the door for a long while. He couldn’t understand why I couldn’t discharge who ever I was with to honor our long standing appointment. I kept explaining to him, over and over again, until I got fed up and shut the door on his face.

“Hope I’m not keeping you from anything?” Bette said as I walked back to the sitting room.

I shook my head ‘no’ and mumbled my excuse as I walked past her down the hall bursa escort bayan to my bedroom. I pulled the door close and slid off my wet t- shirt. I got a new one from the drawer and pulled it on. I also pulled another one for Bette so she could change out of her wet shirt. I entered the living room and thrust the t-shirt at her; without taking it from me, Bette, pulled off her wet blouse.

My breath caught in my throat. Her skin is perfect; smooth and supple, with the right color tan. Her breasts are medium sized and I can see the outline of her nipples through her bra. Her breasts rises and falls in rhythm with her breathing. Her stomach is flat and hard, I can see the muscles on her arms and torso as she stood facing me. She looked so much like an athlete that I wonder how her work- out schedule is. As I stood ogling her body, I felt a thug on my arm and looked down; Bette was trying to take the t-shirt from my hand.

“I could have loved nothing more than to stand here and let you eat me up with your eyes, but I’m so cold. So, please, can I have the shirt? Please?” she smiled sweetly at me.

“Of course.” I answered stupidly as I released the shirt.

I felt the color rising to my face. I can’t believe I am blushing like a teenager. Bette laughed and hit my arm jokingly.

“God, you are so gay!” she said still laughing.

“No, I am not.” I replied turning away.

To preserve the little dignity I had left, I grabbed her discarded blouse and start heading to my spare room where my washer is.

“Where are you going?”

”To dump this into the washer. Why?” I asked back.

“You’re going to wash it now? I can’t go back home naked.” She said.

“In this weather? You’re planning to leave now?” I asked alarmed.

“It will probably lessen in an hour.” She said shrugging

“It looks like it is worsening to me.” I said and walked out.

As I stepped out of the room I saw her going towards the windows, probably to check the weather. It saddens me that she wished to leave tonight. I would’ve really loved it if she could stay over so I could explore this thing I found with her. This … this feeling. I dump the blouse into the washer and poured in the detergent and hit the start button.

As I exited the room, the light flickered and went off. Everywhere became pitch black. I couldn’t see. I can feel the panic rising within me. The demons are coming to get me—the three of them. I need to get to a light. I need to regain control. I can’t lose it, no, not while she is here. I started walking towards where I believe is the direction of my sitting room, but I couldn’t make it. My legs felt like leads and wouldn’t move from the floor. I could feel their hands tearing my legs apart. Tears are pouring down my face and I could feel the darkness enveloping me. I need the light desperately. I need to be in control, maybe she can help. I am beginning to lose my breath. In a few minutes, I could be dead. No!

“Bette!”

She answered. She must have felt the panic in my voice because in the next instant, she was kneeling beside me. She is holding a small light which I’m guessing must be coming from her cell- phone. It couldn’t help me because the panic has already set in.

“What is it? Baby, answer me, did you hurt yourself?” she asked wiping the tears from my cheeks.

She ran the tiny light all over my body, probably checking for the wound. I can feel the confusion in her voice and I want to reassure her, but how can I do that when I’m being choked to death by those hands, while the other is dragging me to hell? I clung to her as tight as I could.

“Nadia, it’s ok. Just relax.”

“They… they…l…light…hurt…light…” I managed to choke out.

“Baby, nobody is hurting you? Just relax; the light will come back on. Just look at me baby. Look at me.” She said softly cradling my head.

I could feel her soothing voice at the back of my mind and it made me feel a little safe. The attacks started immediately after the rape, then, later the nightmares. But the nightmares and the crawling sensation I get whenever I was touched, stopped later but I still have the attacks once in a while. But, I haven’t had them since I finished medical school. This is the worst I’ve had though, and in her presence too. I’ve probably spooked her off.

“Nadia, baby look at me. Please.” She pleaded with me, pointing the light to her face.

I could hear her voice over the war raging in my head. I managed to focus on her eyes and the understanding there. I felt happy that she is not feeling sorry for me.

“Good, baby you are doing great. Now take a deep breath. Do it with me.”

We both took a deep breath and hold it in a little before releasing. When I expelled the breath, I felt a little better, so I took another one and another.

“See? Come.” She smiled down at me as she got up.

She pulled me up and I fell against her because I’m still shaking very badly. She half carried and half dragged me into the sitting room. She dumped me into the couch and sat beside me wiping the sweat and tears from my face. I could still feel them circling around trying to grab a hold of me, so, I climbed into her laps and hugged her tight to myself. We sat like that for eternity, her hand stroking my back as she rocked me.

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It was a habit in the office that everyone would go out alone to stroll in the sunshine. We couldn’t go to lunch together, because people had to cover the phones. So I would ride the elevator down and wander.

It gives you time to think about life and family, husband, state of your marriage, sex life, etc., but on this particular day I was thinking about finding a store with air conditioning to escape from the August heat.

So after finishing my bologna sandwich, I decided to wander to a jewelry shop I’d never noticed before. As I entered the door, I felt the cool air and heard mellow jazz saxophone music. From the back room, came a tall, strikingly beautiful black woman who stood behind the glass counter. I was impressed that a black woman could own or at least manage this store.

She was tall with a large “afro” fluffed up hairstyle, and instantly reminded me of Pam Greer, a famous actress. She was very curvy with big hips and breasts. She was also very graceful with a long neck and full lips, and touch of liner and mascara on her eyes. She said “Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have any questions.”

I told her, “Just looking,” but there were only 5 display cases to look into. Nothing had prices, but I found several pieces that looked quite expensive.

I saw something I liked and didn’t look too expensive. I asked her if I could see the gold chain with two ruby hearts. She said, “Of course. You know that’s my name, Ruby, as a matter of fact.” Unexpectedly, rather than reaching into the glass case to get the display chain, she pulled down slightly the neckline of her halter blouse to show me the identical chain that was around her neck.

She told me that it cost $200 and I could pay half today and come back next paycheck with the balance. She raised her arms and elbows up in a provocative way. My eyes went alternately between the gold chain, her silky mocha skin and her blouse which accentuated her large breasts. I smiled from embarrassment. She must have noticed what I was looking at, and returned the smile. “Would you like to touch?’ she asked.

I stammered and bursa escort awkwardly asked, “The chain?” Left in the air was my implied admission that I was ogling her body. I was unnerved, but also surprised at myself to have stared intently at any woman, and especially in this encounter with a total stranger.

She held her pose and I slowly put my hand against her tan skin and touched the ruby pendant. Then she said, “Let’s try it on you.” She walked around the counter and stood right before me. Next, she unclasped the necklace from her neck and pressed her breasts against mine, and reached behind my neck to clasp it on me. I felt an electricity flow into my body when she leaned against me like that, and my breathing became hurried. Where the pendant dangled, she brushed the fabric on my blouse, as if to un-wrinkle it, and asked if I wanted to see in the mirror.

As I saw the ruby and gold chain against my image in the mirror, I noticed her by my side and she touched my shoulder and leaned into me.

She said, “This is a special piece designed by a woman for women. It’s lesbian jewelry.”

Her words shocked me so much that I jerked my hand away, and she said, “It’s alright, I saw you staring at my titties. I know you were.” I returned a sheepish look.

“You want to feel ’em, don’t you?” And after looking into my astonished eyes, she reached up to the back of her halter blouse, and released the top and displayed her upper chest to me.

I was flabbergasted at her boldness, but oh my, she had quite an astonishing body, and I could only stare at her womanly glory. Shock and arousal kept me completely stilled, as I watched her take one of her nipples in between her thumb and finger and squeeze and pull it. I was amazed as it grew and couldn’t break my stare until I looked glanced back at her face to see that she knew I was captivated by what she was doing.

She stepped around in front of me, still topless, and went to reverse the open sign, pull the shade down on the door and lock the door. She turned around and placed the back off her hand against my blouse and rubbed bursa escort bayan where my nipples were. Soon they were swelling from the brief stimulation. Emboldened by my acceptance of her touch she placed my hands on her nipples and I was caressing and pinching her with obvious. Her breasts were heavy in my hand and her large nipples gave a strangely exhilarate sensation to touch them in this way.

After several minutes of this mutual stimulation, she slid her hand and reached under my skirt and started rubbing my crotch. The pleasure was already intense, and I was filled with lust, and powerless to refuse whatever she attempted. I gulped for air as my arousal grew. Before lunch today, I was a normal married woman and now I am shameless. Liberation!

She told me to remove my shoes, stockings and panties and sit down in “the throne,” and pointed to a large oak chair that looked like a shoeshine chair. She stared into my eyes and announced, “I am going to eat your pussy out!” She bent down to kneel in front off me and spread my legs and mashed her mouth against my vagina.

She nibbled and licked and everything became so moist, I couldn’t tell what was her saliva or leaking from me. Writhing with pleasure, I couldn’t stay still. I was making little whining noises and gasps. My drooling juices ran all over the wooden chair and on the inside of my skirt.

She reached up and opened a button on my blouse and slid her hand up under my bra and pinched hard on one of my nipples.

I ground my crotch into her face. She slid up from my pussy lips and up to my clitoris, where she sucked hard in rhythmic pressure. After a couple minutes of this, I was bucking into an orgasm. I haven’t ever come that hard. And I immediately felt remorse for cheating on my husband and the great joy I experienced. That feeling gave way to acceptance. No one had ever done that to me, and I felt great to be on the receiving end.

I asked her if I could reciprocate, and she said, “No, go home and give your husband a great evening of pleasure. Go down on him with all the gusto you can muster, as I have escort bursa just done for you. Just be ready to come back next week on the easy payment plan, and I will let your lesbian education continue.”

I looked at the clock and realized that it was past time to be back for lunch. I paid her $100 and told her I’d be back in two weeks with the rest of the money. I scurried to the office building and rode the elevator a little worried that my body smelled of sweat and sex. I hurried back to my desk and tried to look as busy as I could although, I was rather unable to concentrate the rest of that day, and for several days after. At lunch, I wandered past the shop, but the closed sign was on the door, and I even knocked once.

I returned in 2 weeks, on my next payday Friday. The shop was all lit up inside, with no jazz music, and no Ruby. Instead there was an older couple. I told her I owed her $100, and she said that there was no balance due on my purchase. I had paid in full. Perplexed, I asked if she was the owner, and what happened to Ruby.

“Oh Ruby is my cousin, so she went back to Chicago. She watches the store every summer for 2 weeks while we go on our church retreat.

“My husband bought this jewelry store after years of saving up from his shoeshine stand in the train station.” I looked over at the chair where I knew I drooled my sexual juices, and felt flushed.

“I don’t know how Ruby does it, selling out of season merchandise, Valentine’s Day jewelry past the season, but we only carry beautiful pieces. She likes to sell all the pieces with rubies in them. And bless her for keeping the shop while we get our chance to rest and rejuvenate.”

It was all very confusing to digest, and I was a little dazed. As I walked back to my office I felt naive for the strange misconceptions and for missing Ruby. I was also wondering where I would ever find a woman to explore my new desires.

When I got back to the office I noticed a co-worker, Wendy, who had only been at the office a few weeks. My eye went to a gold chain and a pair of ruby hearts.

I asked her where she got it. I showed her mine and told her I bought it from Ruby down the street. She flashed a knowing smile and asked if we could try to coordinate lunchtimes or go out for Happy Hour sometime.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

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Another night is here with me in bed unable to fall asleep due to life’s stresses, haunting the corridors of my mind once again. I do what I always do to drown out the noise and that’s thinking about you, more like fantasizing about you but that’s a play on words.

I close my eyes and let my mind wonder about your touch, your smell, your body pressed against mine as I try to absorb your being into mine.

Your beautiful face, soft shapely lips, exotically commanding captivating eyes, your healing hands that could send vibrations through my body by just one touch.

Your feet that I want to kiss and toes I’d like to suck on, your back I want to stroke and bury my fingers into, your soft feather-like hair that I want to bury my face in and want to have dragged all over my body and your plump ass I want to grab while I’m enjoying your sweet nectar.

Some where in between having my way with you mentally and hearing a random dog bark, I finally feel asleep and dreamt something I never thought I’d dream.

It started off with a bunch of random shit that didn’t make sense, like all of my dreams jumping from one scenario to the next. Finally stopping and slowing down in something and someone onwingiris.biz I knew and made sense.

I saw you at a desk working away on something, looked like budgeting. I passed by smiled and you smiled back. I continued on my path, up and down in this four story apartment-like building looking for something or someone, I’ve got no clue why I was going what I did.

I ended up outside, it was mid-day and a very busy city, then I went back in because what I was looking for wasn’t out there.

On my way back in I happened to pass by your area again to have a chance of looking upon beauty and this time you were standing in the doorway of what I presumed was your office.

You were dressed in a tight turtle neck that was tucked into fitted dress pants. You approached me, stopped me from my frantic search and hugged me, full-frontal that buried my body into yours.

I instantly get turned on and started sniffing your sweet scent on your neck, which then leads me to nibble and kiss it, with me grabbing your juicy ass trying to sink your hip, deep into my pelvic area.

I pulled away, stared at your beautiful face and seductive eyes, We kissed gently sucking on each other’s bottom lip back and forth for a short time and you stopped and whisper in my ear how fucking wet you are, which I replied with let me take care of that.

I dropped to my knees and hurriedly try to remove your pants you pulled away and said slow down. I pouted and you moved back there sexual urge you’ve bestowed on me driving me mad, but I comply and waited where I was, because you’re a treat I deemed worthy to be patient for.

You said, “now look at me let me undress while you enjoy the view”. You did exactly that, slow and sultry. You removed your pants to reveal you weren’t wearing any panties.

OMG, I losted it! I picked you and your pants up took you upstairs with the intention of making it to the bedroom which didn’t happen, I got so turned on and impatient, we stopped in the doorway.

I laid you down on the floor and kneeled down on the left side of your body, I looked at your hairless fat delicious pussy and it was so wet and sticky looking. I kissed your curvy lips then broke away to stuck my tongue deep into your sweet nectar.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you placed both hands on my head and pressed it deeper into your juicy, tasty wet pussy. I began slurping up all your juices licking then sucking then licking and sucking some more.

You pulled my legs towards you, undid my pants took my overly hard throbbing dick out and began to lick it, first the shaft then the head while I was still enjoying your rich divine subtlety sweet taste.

We were in a sideways 69 position so we could fully enjoy each other. I stopped and looked at what you were doing because I felt something hard rub against my glan.

That’s when I notice you removed your soft purposeful tongue and was dragging your teeth on my glan and stimulating all 8,000 nerve endings. I shivered and moaned with pleasure and went back to my meal with renewed determination to suck you dry!

But before I could fulfill my duty I became undone when you started sucking it and I started to cum and it felt so good I realized I was having a “wet dream”.

In the first ejaculatory pump of cum into my underwear-less sleep shorts, I jumped out of bed and bolted to the bathroom.

Forced my self to stop cumming by squeezing my shaft with my hands and flexing my internal striated muscles, which I was successful at stopping but not fast enough to some of my cum on my shorts.

I cleaned up, head back to bed and laid there thinking about the craziness I just dreamt.

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The cold air blew into the cottage seconds before Angela, Monica, and Danielle stormed into the log cabin. The heat coming from the furnace was a welcoming touch to their pink skin and goose-bump covered flesh. Long johns, thermal socks, plaid shirts, winter coats, hats and gloves had barely kept the three girls from freezing, yet they had all insisted on going out and making snow angels and snowmen for the cottage’s front lawn. Clumps of snow fell onto the floor, as the three girls quickly peeled off the wet layers that kept them chilled and frozen.

“Coffee — coffee — coffee,” Angela muttered as she hurried over to the kitchen counter and poured a generous helping of the dark brew into her and Monica’s mug. Danielle grabbed the thermal container that held rich hot chocolate and poured herself a large cup’s worth.

The three of them spent several minutes alternating between drinking down the steaming brews and holding the stoneware mugs within their chilled grasps. Eventually when they all felt as if their bodies were ready to move beyond the kitchen, they all went into the living room, where Danielle started a fire.

Angela snuggled against her lover Monica and watched the other woman as she poked and prodded the fireplace. She glanced up and caught Monica staring at Danielle’s round ass and full bosom. “Careful love, you’re drooling.”

Monica smirked, shrugged her shoulders and chuckled. “You’re no saint,” she whispered, before clearing her throat and turning her attention toward Danielle. “So you and Karen are definitely finished?”

Danielle sighed, nodded her head and took a seat next to the other women. She angled her body so she faced the couple. “Yeah.” Her voice was low and gave away the disappointment she felt.

“Well, I for one am glad,” Angela muttered before taking a long drink of her coffee.

“Angie!” Monica scolded.

“What?” Angela asked. She looked at Monica and then at Danielle. “Look, you’ve been way more reasonable about all this than I would have been,” she said to Danielle. “If Monica had told me she wanted six months of one-on-one time with someone else to see if there was anything there, I’d have bitch slapped her and sent her packing.”

Danielle nodded her head in understanding.

“Angela, they’d been together three years,” Monica said, hoping to come to Danielle’s defense.

“One of those three though had been spent with her cheating on me,” Danielle admitted.

The other two women both sighed. “We didn’t know,” Angela said, followed by Monica nodding her head in agreement. “If we had we would have told you, or at least hinted that something wasn’t right.”

“I know. I actually suspected her of it long before she told me, but I just wasn’t ready to accept it,” Danielle shared.

“Shit like that is never easy,” Angela told her. She reached over and squeezed Danielle’s knee, allowing the touch to remain longer than necessary. Her gaze traveled slowly over Danielle’s body. When she reached the woman’s dark blue eyes, she smiled. “We’re here for you,” she told her, “and no matter what that slut’s new bitch says, you are beautiful, sexy, charming, and a great person. Don’t forget that,” she whispered, before leaning over and kissing her on the forehead. “And did I mention sexy?” she asked, chuckling softly, before giving Danielle a wink and rising from the sofa. “I’m off to take a long hot bubble bath. You girls behave,” she looked back at Monica and added, “don’t start without me.”

Monica rolled her eyes, laughed and shooed her lover away. When she was alone with Danielle, she tucked her legs up under her and settled against the arm rest of the couch, allowing the distance between her and Danielle to remain empty. “How are you doing? Really?”

Danielle took a deep breath. “It’s gotten easier,” she admitted. “Though in the beginning I was so angry, hurt, lost, and alone. Those things Angela said, about me being ‘beautiful and charming’ — I felt that way when I was with Karen. I’ve never felt that way before her and… .”

“And you don’t feel that way now?” Monica tilted her head and stared at the other woman. Danielle’s blue eyes were moist with tears that were threatening on spilling down her freckled cheeks. Her red hair was a curly mess and her lips, still more crimson hued than usual, because of the weather, quivered. “Aw baby, you’re all those things and more.”

Monica rose from the couch and closed the space between her and Danielle. She wrapped the woman in her arms and held her close as Danielle cried. Cooing sounds of support fell easily from her lips, as did ones of encouragement. When Danielle pulled away, Monica stood up. “How about some wine?” she asked, moving toward the small wine cooler that was tucked in the far corner of the kitchen.

“Sure,” Danielle whispered. Her gaze shifted back and forth from the fireplace, where the logs crackled and snapped, to her former college roommate. Monica’s black hair hung in ringlets down her back. The ends tickled her round ass cheeks as she gorukle escort walked around the small room, readying their drinks. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Monica asked as she poured a glass of red wine.

“How do you and Angela stay so committed and yet you both willingly bring in other partners?” Danielle asked. Her cheeks reddened at her question, but she was curious to know what she’d done wrong.

Monica walked over, offered Danielle her glass of wine and reclaimed her place on the couch. “It’s never been an issue because we’ve always been honest about it. We’ve shared lovers and had our own lovers on the side since the beginning of our relationship. It’s just something we both want.”

“You’re lucky,” Danielle whispered.

After Karen had confessed to Danielle’s accusations and Danielle had time to digest it all, the two of them spent a lot of time talking about bringing Holly, Karen’s lover, into their apartment. Danielle agreed and for two months the three of them lived together. Karen claimed to devote equal time to both women, but Danielle had almost immediately felt like the third wheel. She had willingly fucked the other girl, hoping that her acceptance of the situation would become easier once she had become intimate with Holly. But whether it was just the two of them, or all three of them, the ending was still the same, Danielle was left feeling empty and out of her league.

Danielle took a day off of work and asked Karen to make a choice between her and the other woman. Karen had told her she couldn’t and asked for six months of one-on-one time with Holly. Danielle gave in, clinging to that last strand of hope that Karen dangled in front of her. When Karen picked Holly, Danielle’s world collapsed around her.

She missed several days of work, so much so that her employer actually showed up at her apartment and gave her notice that if she didn’t makes some changes she’d be unemployed. Danielle returned to work, but that was all she did. It wasn’t until Angela showed up on her doorstep, needing a place to stay while her and Monica’s apartment was being remodeled. Monica had gotten lucky, her employer needed her overseas during the renovations, so Angela moved in. It took a lot of convincing and some strong arming, but soon Angela had Danielle out and about turning heads and smiling again.

“She told me about you and her,” Monica said, suddenly interrupting Danielle’s musings.

Danielle’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“About her putting the moves on you and you pushing her away. She said you were worried about what I’d think,” Monica told her. “Why? You’ve known for years that Angie and I have no qualms about our lovers. She knows the rules, as do I and you — you’re definitely a ‘go for it’ lay,” Monica said with a wink.

The freckles on Danielle’s cheeks faded with the brightening of her cheeks. “I — I just felt that,” she licked her lips, took a sip of her wine, and swallowed the fruity concoction, “well — that you should be there too,” Danielle confessed.

Monica’s lips rose in a grin. “Oh really?” she asked, her voice took on a confident air.

Danielle nodded her head and chewed on her lower lip. Her chest rose and fell as she took in great gulps of air. Her gaze darted from Monica’s hands to her feet, and then back to her hands. “Why haven’t we three ever — well, you know.”

“Honestly, we wanted too. The two have us have wanted to cross that bridge many a time, but you never seemed opened to it. Whenever we mentioned one of our group nights, or one of our one-on-one moments with someone other than one another, you shied away and looked well — disgusted with us,” Monica told her.

Danielle shook her head. “No, if anything I was jealous and a little hurt that you hadn’t asked me.”

Monica sipped at her wine, as she stared at the woman before her. She could hear Angela bellowing out some pop song and knew that her “don’t start without me” command had been more serious than playful. She took a deep breath and smiled. “You don’t just ask someone, not when they’re putting off the vibes you were putting off.”

“I understand,” Danielle whispered. She finished her wine, placed her glass on the table and tucked her feet under her, while chewing nervously on the inside of her cheek. “And now?”

A long puff of air left Monica’s lungs as she fought an inner war with herself. Again she was forced to clear her throat; the desire to be with someone new and share her with Angela was building to a level she’d not felt in a long time. “We’d consider it,” she told her. “But it’ll have to be your move. Neither of us are going to push you into something you don’t want.” She rose from the couch and headed back to the kitchen, pausing to look back. “You’re healing from a pretty big heartache and what you’re asking — well, you need to make sure you know the difference between what you had with Karen and what you’ll have with us.” She left Danielle to her thoughts, depositing her glass in the kitchen and altıparmak eskort bayan heading back toward her and Angela’s bedroom.

The logs in the fireplace continued to burn and the wind outside picked up. Danielle walked over to the window that overlooked the lake. The snow blew haphazardly about and the froze lake glistened. She wrapped her arms around herself and thought about what Monica had said.

When Angela had invited her to the lake cottage for a couple of weeks before Christmas, she’d jumped at the chance. The two women had been on her mind since she had agreed to let Holly in on her and Karen’s relationship. During her time with the two women, she had hoped to get a sense of what Monica and Angela had, yet it was never there.

She wanted to witness an honest love again as well as be a part of it. Wouldn’t it make perfect sense that she experience that with the two women she’d trust with her life. She wasn’t being told to do it or their friendships would be over, she was being given a real choice. There was no pressure to join the two women and if she declined, neither of them would caste her off.

“Where’s my girl?”

Danielle turned around and smiled. Angela stood, wrapped in a thick white robe. Her damp hair hung straight, the wet ends caressed her shoulders. “She headed to bed,” Danielle answered. “How was your bath?”

“Too good,” Angela admitted. “I’m heading that way too. Wanna join us?” Angela said, grinning wide and raising her brows up and down.

Danielle chuckled. “Maybe later,” she said, this time laughing when Angela’s smile grew even more wide. Angelia licked her lips, winked and headed toward her and her partner’s bedroom.

The look on Angela’s face had been telling and left Danielle’s skin prickling with excitement. She turned back to the wintery scene before her and imagined Monica telling Angela about her and Danielle’s conversation. Her skin grew warm and her pulse raced. She felt the moisture of her sex slip from her smooth mound. Danielle gave herself a mental shake, smoothed her hands down the front of her sweater and took a deep breath before turning away from the window.

She took time to snuff the fire out, thinking all the while of her friends and wondering if the thought of her joining them had led to their coupling that night. Would they fantasize about her? Share with each other their desires to fuck her? A thrilling shiver rolled up and down her spine. Goosebumps blanketed her flesh as she felt the chill of desire skate across her flesh. “Down girl,” she told herself, allowing a small giggle to escape from her lips. With the lights off and the fire out, Danielle headed down the hall toward the spare bedroom that Monica and Angela had tucked her into.

~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~

The sound of Danielle closing her bedroom door caused Angela and Monica to simultaneously sigh in disappointment. “I really thought she’d be knocking on our door,” Monica admitted, before turning toward her lover.

“I told you, she’s not ready. She’ll never make the first move,” Angela whispered, before pulling back the blanket that kept Monica’s breasts covered. She reached over and slowly began to trace the darker pink flesh of Monica’s right are aureola with the edge of her fingernail. Monica moaned softly and shifted closer to her lover.

“We can’t make it for her though. She knows our rules,” Monica whispered, before sliding her hand under the blankets that still partially covered her and Angela. Her palm, soft from the lotion she applied daily, touched Angela’s hip. She slid it down, allowing her fingers to dance lazily across her partner’s round flesh. Her nails dragged along the crack of Angela’s ass causing Angela to tremble with excitement.

“I hope she comes to us before our little vacation is over,” Angela admitted, before cupping the breast she’d been teasing. She kneaded the firm globe, squeezing it with enough pressure to remind her lover that she not only knew her needs, but knew how to satisfy them.

Monica pressed herself further in the seductive touch, while allowing her fingertips to trail around Angela’s hip and across her trimmed mound. “Mm baby, that feels good,” she whispered, when Angela tweaked her nipple. A long groan of pleasure followed when Angela twisted the tiny bead and pulled it tight between her thumb and finger. “Damn, you’re soaked,” she hissed, after she slid her palm over Angela’s sex.

“I’ve been wet since inviting that tasty morsel, across the hall, to our vacation retreat,” Angela admitted. She rolled to her back and opened her legs. “You wanna clean me up?” she asked with a grin.

“Nah, I want to make you more dirty,” Monica answered before pushing the covers away and leaving both of them openly exposed to the cool air of the room. The lights of their room had been left on, allowing each woman an unhindered opportunity to view the other. Monica took the time to give a long slow assessment of Angela’s attributes. She felt the thrill of nilüfer eskort bayan seeing her lover’s chest rise and fall as she breathed. Her breasts, high on her chest, had nipples that stood erect and hard. In Monica’s mind they seemed to ache with need. She leaned over and licked around the right bud, while teasing the left with her fingers.

“Fuck that feels amazing. You’re so good to me,” Angela hissed, as she ran one hand up and down Monica’s back, encouraging her to continue. Her other hand she placed on the back of her lover’s head, and used it to push her down further into her chest.

Inwardly Monica grinned. She opened her mouth, engulfing the sensuous morsel beneath her lips. Her tongue rolled around the ridged flesh that had puckered with desire. She sucked hungrily on Angela’s nipple, drawing the tender bead deeper into her mouth, before allowing it to pop out. It’s twin was soon treated to the same erotic torture, forcing Angela to gasp and moan in pleasure. “Fuck baby, you’re making me so fuckin’ wet.”

“You already were.”

Angela chuckled, opened her legs wider and lifted her lover’s head from her breasts. “Get down there and clean me up then,” she said, in a deep lustful voice.

Monica smirked. “I will — if you will.”

“Fuck yes!” Angela gasped.

Seconds were barely wasted as Monica turned herself on the bed, position her nimble body above her partners. She stared at the trimmed pussy that was sodden with juice. The fragrance of sex wafted up to her. Her stomach growled and her abdomen tightened. Her body knew what it needed and Angela was there willingly giving her what it craved. “You smell wonderful,” she told her, before spreading open her lover’s lips. The wave of perfumed flesh made her shiver. She lowered her mouth and began to lick and suck up the clear fluids that coated Angela’s pussy.

Angela’s head fell to the side as she gave into the waves of pleasure that came one right after the other as Monica licked her sex. For a moment she allowed herself to feel the sparks of electricity that each swipe of Monica’s tongue brought to her heated flesh. Monica too smelled of arousal. The scent surrounded her, causing her nostrils to flare and her abdominal muscles to flex and knot. The aroma reminded her of how delicious Monica tasted. She took a deep breath, recalling the past and how wonderful it was to drink of Monica’s release, while also tasting the hints of another woman’s juices on her lips and tongue. She opened her eyes, turned her head back and spread the lips of her lover’s pussy open.

The evidence of Monica’s desire was apparent, not only by the hot liquid that had seeped free but by the hardened nub of her clit. Angela lifted her head and captured the bead between her teeth. She held it there. The pressure was firm enough to keep the pearl in place, while Angela used her tongue to whip the tender strip of flesh. She heard Monica groan, felt the heat of her lover’s breath on her pussy and lifted her hips instinctively — a quiet demand that Monica continue her assault on Angela’s sex.

The two women continued to lick, suck and taste each other until both were coming. Angela swallowed the heady perfume that lathered her tongue as did Monica. Each woman pushed their faces deeper into their lover’s mound, lapping up split honey and breathing in the erotic scents that enveloped them.

When they both were satisfied, Monica rolled over and lay on her back. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in the fragrance of her cum on her partner’s face. Angela too moved over, sharing the flavor of the cum she’d swallowed with a kiss. Their tongues tangled with each other in a slow waltz of adoration, before Angela moved away.

Monica watched as her lover reached for the nightstand drawer. Her pussy flexed, tightening in anticipation for the strap-on that Angela and she was fond of.

~ ~ ~ * ~ ~ ~

Danielle shoved her fingers deeper into her pussy. Her eyelids were clenched tight as her imagination took her on a joyous ride. She had gone to bed knowing full well she was going to masturbate to the erotic images of her being fucked by both Angela and Monica. That fantasy had been leading her down paths of climatic release since Angela had spent two weeks with her in her apartment. The idea of having two tongues and ten delicate fingers dancing over her skin, while she lay there a willing victim, had been one of many dreams she’d indulged in. The fantasies had been so rewarding she couldn’t help but wonder what the real thing would be like.

When she had been with Karen and Holly she had felt two tongues and ten fingers, but it had all been done out of necessity — a way to save her dying relationship. With Angela and Monica, she knew it would be different. She trusted both women and had desired them for so long that the rush of finally being a part of their intimate circle was breathtaking. Another climax washed over her, leaving her panting and her bedsheets soaked.

She pulled her fingers out, brought the slim digits to her nose and breathed in the knowing scent of her sex before opening her mouth. Danielle washed away the evidence on her hands, only to dip her fingers back into her pussy and gather up more. She imagined feeding Monica and Angela her cum as well as tasting theirs’ on her lips, tongue and throat.

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She called me, sounding desperate. I was surprised to hear from her. It had been a while since we last talked. She asked me to come over. Said that she had to talk to me, but wanted it to be face to face. On my way to her house, I wondered what was so important that she couldn’t say over the phone.

I walked up to her porch, noticing that her blinds were lowered and closed. I heard her voice call me to enter. I came into the living room, and took off my shoes; setting them by the door. It was lit with candles, casting a soft light everywhere. She came from the hallway, dressed in a dark blue silk gown and black thigh highs.

She knew that I loved to see her in lingerie. Her skin is as pale as mine, but has cool tones to match her raven, blue-black hair. Her hair is sleek and long, but tonight it is piled up on her head in an intricate knot. She has it held in place with hair sticks; the crystals dangling from the ends of them refract the candlelight, and throw prisms everywhere.

I was irritated that she wasn’t honest with me. I had made it clear to her that it was a desired trait in my lovers. I knew my displeasure was written on my face. I wasn’t interested in hiding it. “Why the subterfuge,” I asked.

She looked down at the ground, and considered her answer. I walked over to her, placed my thumb on her chin and my hand on the side of her throat. I pushed up, forcing her eyes to mine. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

I could smell her arousal. It always reminded me of apricot nectar. My nostrils flared as I breathed her in more deeply. I could feel my anger subsiding, as my own desire made itself known. “I wasn’t sure that you would come.”

Her pink lips parted under my scrutiny. Her black, almond shaped eyes searched mine. “Take it off.” She unties her robe, letting it fall to the ground.

She is a delicious fantasy in dark blue satin and black lace. Her small breasts are pushed up and out by a demi bra that barely covers her nipples. Her string bikini sits on delicately rounded hips. The ribbons from her garter belt holds her thigh highs up. I pull the ribbon with my finger, letting it snap back into place.

I reach my escort bayan hand down, and slide my fingers over her panties. They are damp. It excites me, and I push in a little bit to tease her. She pushes herself against my hand wanting more. “No, I think that you will have to show me how much you want it.”

I remove my hands from her. She steps closer to me. I feel her hands at my jeans undoing the button and zipper. Her hands are small, but her fingers are deft. She pushes my jeans down to the ground. As I step out of them, she bends down to grab them, and swipes at my clit with her tongue. “Soon enough, you will be able to have all you want of that.”

As she folds my jeans, I take my shirt and bra off. I hand them to her, watching her make quick work of the task. She sets them on the table by the door. “Please sit down,” she says, as she indicates the floor in front of the couch. The carpet is soft against my skin, and the couch’s heavy cushions are comfortable to rest against.

I crook my finger at her. She kneels in front of me. I reach behind her, and undo the clasp of her bra. As it falls down her shoulders, her breasts bounce like they are happy to be free of their confinement. I lick her delicate nipples, as I slide her bra from her arms. I put it on the couch behind me.

I lick her nipples, and undo the straps of her garter. They tighten against my tongue. I trace circles around them as I undo her garter belt. Her stockings slide down her legs gracefully, and she pulls them off. I let her breasts fill my hands, and suckle them until she gets all squirmy. I have forgiven her, but I will exact a price for her transgression.

I gently drag my nails under her breasts as I take my hands away from her. I cup her pussy with my hand, and massage it. The scent of warm, liquid apricots greets my nostrils. I can feel my own pussy get puffy and wanting.

I lean back against the cushions. I see her eyes looking at my wetness. “Do you want that,” I ask her. She nods, the tip of her tongue darts out. I squeeze my stomach together to force some liquid out, feeling it seep down my slit. Her eyes follow its path.

“Then by all means, taste what altıparmak escort bayan you desire.” I watch as she lowers her mouth to me. Her tongue licks its way from my ass to my clit, pausing to dive inside of me. Seeing her face in my vagina turns me on, and encourages her to bolder.

She places her hands against me, and spreads me apart with her thumbs. She uses the flat of her tongue, dragging it against me, and making all of my nerves come alive. She sticks her tongue in my hole, and sucks on my clit in short bursts. I press against her, encouraging her more.

As she gives my cunt attention, I smell our scents mingle. It smells delicious to me, and I want to taste her. I thread my fingers through her hair at the back of her head. She stills. I draw her head up, and lick myself off her mouth and chin. She smiles, and offers me her tongue. I suck on it, and scoot myself towards her.

I turn her around, so she is facing away from me. I pull at her panties, sawing them against her clit, before pulling them down and off of her. I reach to her, and pull her shoulders back so that she lays down. I crawl over her body, and hold myself above her face. I feel her grab my hips, and her face is there wedged between my lips; searching for nerves that are the gateway to my pleasure.

I look down at her pussy. It’s a blatant testament of how much she is enjoying our playtime. Her clit peaks out at me from under its hood. It’s all slick and glistening. I circle around it with the pad of my index finger. Her body shivers in response. I take my middle and index finger, and run them over her hole to her clit, letting her wetness coat my fingers.

“Do you want to feel my fingers? She enthusiastically nods her head against my cunt. It feels good enough, that I consider asking her again, but I ease my middle finger into her wet hole. She gasps against me, and latches onto my clit like it’s a nipple. I moan, and stroke her puss giving her time to adjust. I spread her lips with my other hand, and lap up her juices, letting my tongue tease her clit.

She pushes herself against my face and finger. Smiling, I slide my finger nilüfer eskort free. I wrap my arms around the outside of her thighs, so that my hands are holding the insides of them. I pull them apart a bit, and plant my mouth over her hole. My tongue weaves a path over her pussy, and I suck her juice up as I go. She is sopping wet, and tasting delicious.

I come up for air. What she is doing to me makes my hips grind myself against her face. I’m starting to have trouble focusing, and that won’t do. I rub my fingers against her, getting them wet, then slide two inside of her. She bucks against my fingers, and moans. I scissor my fingers inside of her, holding her body in place with my own.

She gets wetter, and opens for me. I slip a third finger in there, and curl them. Her body tightens with each stroke. I reach a little deeper, feel her muscles squeezing and shuddering around my hand. I keep the pace up until she finishes. Her orgasm has made her go nuts against me. I know that I am close as well.

I feel her hips pushing against my hand. I roll to my side, taking her with me. She is now on top. “Turn around.” She turns so that her face is close to mine. I pull the sticks out of her hair, and watch it cascade like water down her back and over my body. I pull her to me, and kiss her hard. She pulls back, and gets up off of the floor. I thread my fingers behind my head and lean back. I watch her go down the hallway. I know that she is getting a toy.

She comes back with a double headed dildo. It is small, purple, and generously ridged. I spread my legs, playing with myself, letting her see how I like to be touched. She kneels in front of me, and slides it into me. I roll my hips, adjusting to it. She kneels over me, then slides herself down onto the other end.

She rocks her body, and rolls her hips in a delicious rhythm. I watch her breasts sway as I lift my hips to meet her pace. I can feel my body tightening, preparing to shatter against the dildo that is invading me. She watches me, moving faster. I arch my back and moan as I am transported to that oblivion where logic is shattered. My hands grab her hips, and I am bucking against her. She screams, and falls against me; still thrusting her hips while she rides her own orgasm.

I brush her hair out of her face, as I hear her breathing settle down. I let my fingers trace circles on her back as she slips into the embrace of afterglow. My eyelids are drowsy, and her contentment drags me into my own.

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We are sitting in a conference room and I am bored. She is sitting in the room, she is beautiful and also seems bored.

We furtively glance at each other, and then look away; we glance again then look away. She is blond and I am brunet, she has blue eyes and mine are brown, she has a dimple on her left cheek and I have a scar above my right eye. We stare at each other; we both stand up and leave the conference.

Her room is nearer and we make for it. She fumbles with the keys, but then we are in.

Our mouths meet, lips gliding over lips, then tongues meet sliding over each other, we share saliva. I explore her teeth and note that she had marmalade on her toast. I protrude my tongue and she sucks on it greedily, I nibble her lip gently, but still draw blood.

We are naked, we stare in each other’s eyes, and our pupils are dilated. We groom each other running our fingers through each other hair and picking at imaginary bits of fluff. Our bodies are rubbing against each other, fingers exploring the others cunt. We are wet; we suck each other’s fingers. We are now sharing blood, saliva and our juices, the mix moving from mouth to mouth.

I suck on a nipple görükle escort bayan as she nibbles an earlobe. Our cunts are moving against each other; we are hungry for more.

We find the bed and use fingers and tongues to explore the minutia of each other’s cunts.

As I lick her clitoris I notice that her left inner labia is bruised, a rough lover perhaps. She nibbles my labia gently at first, and then more roughly, maybe that is how she got the bruise. I pick at a piece of dead skin and trace a vein with my tongue.

My hand is slender and I probe deep inside her. I am desperate to drink her. Her fingers explore my cunt and anus in tandem. We can feel each other’s heat and the tremors coursing through our bodies. She ejaculates and my mouth catches her sex, I am greedy in the way I suck her dry. I ejaculate and she licks me clean, I giggle at the slurping sound.

We hold each other close, just lying there. We kiss again whilst experiencing the texture of the others skin.

We are sweating heavily now and our tongues float over each other’s bodies, breasts and arms, leg and feet. She is sucking one of my toes, I inset a toe into altıparmak eskort her navel and trace out swirling patterns, my toenail cuts her a little but she does not mind. She rubs her foot along my inner thigh the skin on her heel feels rough.

We want more, we straddle each other’s our legs enclosing each other’s bodies our cunts are crossed. We thrust them together and rotate our hips, I am shaved she is not. We begin to grind with greater intensity sliding through each other’s wetness, we orgasm, but we are not satisfied. We continue our respective movements, our bodies tense and we orgasm again. Still we continue the orgasms are merging into each other and our sex flows freely over our bodies. Our bodies are joined there is no her and I just us and still we grind and orgasm again and again.

Then we stop and just lie there. We are too spent too disentangle and even if we could we have no desire to do so. She hums a sweet melody and I listen intently.

Sometime later we disentangle, shower and dress. We leave her room and return to the conference where we reclaim our seats.

Sometime later when I look, she is not there, nilüfer escort I panic. When the day’s session has finished, I approach the desk manage to enquire about the women staying in room 208, she seems perturbed.

“There is no one staying in room 208, there was meant to be. But the lady in question was killed in a car crash three days ago.”

The next thing I know I am being picked up off the floor, I had fainted.

“Are you alright madam, you look very pale?”

It cannot be, I did not imagine the encounter. I rush to the toilet, splash cold water onto my face. Then, entering a cubicle, I check my body, there are marks born of the lovemaking. I did not imagine it.

I cannot stay here any more; I back my bags and book out, a taxi takes me to the station. As I wait for my train, I replay the episode in my head, again and again. I am lost, what had happened.

Someone takes my hand, it is her, and she smiles.

“I owe you an explanation, the room was booked in the name of my sister. She was the one killed in the car crash”

“I am so sorry”

“So am I, she saw you at a conference two years back and always regretted not having the courage to approach you.”

“Oh”

“The last thing she asked of me before she died, was for me to make love to you.”

“So it meant nothing to you.”

” It meant every thing to me, up to the moment I saw you, I was sure I was going to back out, when I saw you I knew it had to be.”

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(This story takes place shortly after the previous Serena story “A Night at the Symphony”. Some familiarity with Serena from the previous stories might help move the story along.)

I was absolutely right. She did fit right in my lap. I thought she would, so that wasn’t a surprise. What was a surprise though was that she seemed to be a mighty aggressive woman who was both femme and barely five feet tall.

Her name was Nan. I had met her after a concert by the city’s Symphony Orchestra, where she occupied the position of first flute. I had enjoyed a solo performance she had done as well as meeting her after the concert and having a very pleasant chat. It was only after I got home that night that I discovered she had slipped me her name and phone number.

I had called and invited her to dinner at a favorite restaurant. She had accepted and we had met there as we lived on opposite ends of the city. For the occasion I had dressed up, well, for me anyway. The first time she had seen me I was wearing my tux. I didn’t go that far but I did wear nice slacks and a white men’s shirt and foreswore my usual sandals or work boots for black athletic shoes.

Nan looked like a little doll, good enough to eat. She wore a simple black skirt with a white blouse. Instead of heels she wore flats, showing that she felt just fine with her five foot nothing height. She was bare-legged and those legs were as cute and well-formed as I had thought they would be. I just hoped they would be long enough to wrap around my waist later.

We had a good time at dinner, and not just because I was thinking how I could position that small attractive body to best advantage. I like my women intelligent and full of conversation. Nan was both. We talked music, of course, something she loved in all forms, from the classical music she performed to Dixie-land jazz, early rock-and-roll and modern country. She poured forth her thoughts with a passion as only someone who loves an art form can. She also listened to my thoughts on my favorite music and accepted happily my repeated compliments on her skill with her flute.

From there the conversation ranged all over. We talked dance, the theatre, art, even politics. We barely paused for the food and a smiling young waitress finally left a full, and open, bottle of wine for us to refill our glasses from as the night went on. We closed the restaurant and kept talking even as the door locked behind us.

The night was warm and we were in no hurry. We had both taken cabs so there were no cars to worry about as we walked the old streets towards my shop/apartment. It took time, but it was well spent. Nan also had a keen appreciation of the Colonial architecture and the history behind the old part of the city.

Off and on during out walk, our hands brushed. Sometimes we walked close together, sometimes my sexy little date would almost dance ahead in her eagerness, and then lag behind to look intently at something. As much as I wanted to wrap her up in my arms, I was just enjoying her company too much to break the spell by any type of pass at all.

Once we arrived at my place Nan had to explore my shop. She darted from place to place, now looking at my metal sculptures, now studying my offerings of Sapphic poetry. She looked at me and said “This is WONDERFUL.” Her enthusiasm was infectious and without thinking I scooped her up in a tight hug and kissed her.

“Thank you.”

She kissed me back. “You’re welcome. Now, where’s this loft you’ve been telling me all about?”

Now I know when to lead the way upstairs, görükle escort since my loft is my living area and, more importantly, my bedroom. Once upstairs I poured us two glasses of wine, which we sipped as I gave her a quick tour. It didn’t take long. There was one moment of silence, which she broke before it could become awkward. Taking my wine glass from my hand, Nan, her eyes twinkling pushed me gently towards a chair near my bed and commanded me to sit.

As soon as I did, she hopped sideways into my lap. Her legs stretched and she kicked off her shoes. She took one last sip of wine, quickly leaned over and set the now empty glass beside the chair, holding on to me with her other hand on the back of my neck. Sitting back up, that hand pulled my face towards her and she kissed me. When my mouth opened to hers, she let the wine she held in her mouth trickle into mine. That wine was cool, and yet warm, and tasted of her and of fruit.

While we were kissing I felt her fingers at my shirt front. There was no doubt that she had done this before because it took her only moments to unfasten all the buttons right down to my slacks. Then her hands were pushing my shirt back off my shoulders and she broke off our kiss and lowered her mouth. Teeth took the top of my bra cup and insistently pulled it down until my breast came free. Then they shifted and a warm mouth slid over my nipple and then the rest of my orb.

I squirmed, even as those nimble fingers plucked my bra from my other breast and commenced to roll, tease and even lightly pinch my other nipple. It had been a long time since anyone had paid such rapt attention to my breasts and I was reveling in it. Her mouth caressed my skin and her tongue matched her fingers in bringing my nipples to a hardness that I had not felt in ages.

I don’t know why when I have sex that almost always I provide all the fore-play. Perhaps its a butch thing, perhaps its a need to be in control. Whatever it is, the petite woman in my lap was changing my views. She darted back and forth from one breast to the over. She would plunge her face between them, then slide her head down so she could lick under them and even kiss the top of my tummy. Then she was pushing my breasts together so she could go back and forth from one dark chocolate nipple to the other. She licked, she kissed, I even felt her teeth scraping my nubbins.

I was enjoying the attention so much I grunted in protest when she stopped her treatment of my breasts and kissed lower. “Stand up please,” she whispered, as she slid completely off my lap to kneel in front of the chair. I smiled. Now that was something I was familiar with and felt right back at home doing. I stood and smiled down at the petite body in front of me as she unfastened my belt and unzipped my slacks.

Normally that’s as far as I like to be undressed. I like the sight of just the shaft of my strapon sticking out. I’m not a guy and don’t want to be, but somehow is so very exciting. Most of my lovers like it that way too. But not Nan. She drew my slacks down my legs, leaned over further to untie my shoes and help me off with them, my socks and then my slacks.

Not only did she strip me but somehow she found the time to shed all of her own clothes while she did it. It was amazing. I looked down at her. She was even cuter nude than dressed. Of course I rather prefer my women that way when all is said and done. Her breasts together were barely a handful for me but they stood firm and the pink nipples that tipped them stood out proudly. Her tummy was a bit soft and eskort bayan her hips padded just a little. I liked that too. Her bottom was rounded and I caught a glimpse of a neatly trimmed triangle of black hair marking her pussy.

I was just about to reach down and capture the back of her head to guide her already open mouth to the head of my strapon when she REALLY surprised me. Now tonight I had worn one of my older models rather than the new strapless one that fit inside me. I hadn’t wanted to overpower her. I know, I know, just because she was short didn’t mean she wasn’t woman enough to handle anything I could throw at her. But I think its best to err on the side of caution.

Well it didn’t matter anyway. Those incredibly nimble fingers undid the straps and before I could protest she was tossing the harness and its attached dildo onto the chair we had just vacated. Then her hands were on my hips and she leaned forward and her mouth closed onto my pussy.

If it had been a long time since someone had paid that much attention to my breasts, it had been an eternity since someone had gone down on me. And if the very vaguely recalled last time that had happened provided even half the pleasure my little flutist’s tongue and lips were giving me now, then why in the world had I stopped? I stifled a moan and then thought “Why?” and let it out. God she was good.

Her tongue danced all over my carefully shaved pussy, sliding over and along the folds of my lips. She darted here and there, now teasing my slit, now licking the inside of my thighs. Her hands held my hips and her face was pressed tightly against me. She rained kisses on my pussy, then used her tongue to caress me.

When her tongue tip finally entered me I thought I was going to have my first orgasm right then and there. How could such a petite woman reach so deeply inside of me in one swift motion? It felt like her tongue was a foot long. Then it began to rasp in and out of me and I couldn’t help it. I pushed the back of her head deeper between my legs and came.

Nan never slowed down. She did tighten her mouth on me and the suction she produced in swallowing my juices made me think she would give an awesome blow job if I ever got at her with my strapon. But right then I didn’t care if I ever used one again. I hoped the feeling would pass though.

Two thoughts were not passing. They were connected. The first was that I had no idea what muscular control a woman who plays a wind instrument had over her lips and tongue. And that didn’t even cover her lung capacity, which she was demonstrating by holding me open with her tongue and blowing her breath up inside me, as well as over my already throbbing clit. This went on and on, until I thought I wouldn’t need to breathe on my own anymore.

The second thought, or realization perhaps, was that I was no longer in charge here. This tiny little alabaster-skinned woman was in total control of me. Scooting forward on her knees, she pushed against my hips and I walked backwards until I fell on the bed, my legs hanging over the edge.

And my butt. Fingers as short as their owner but also as strong gripped my ass cheeks and held me firmly. For just a moment I panicked. Surely she wasn’t going to attempt to… then my worries were swept away by a fresh assault by those marvelous lips and that incredible tongue.

I twisted and squirmed on the bed. This was the bed where I had taken many other women, but now I was the one being taken. And taken far away, as Nan’s tongue found my clit and played altıparmak escort it like it was an instrument itself. She rolled it, teased it, tapped it. Every touch, every caress of her tongue sent shivers right through me. I wanted to grab her head, force her into myself, but all I could do was hang on for the ride of my life.

It didn’t take long again. Those lips closed on my hard pearl, throbbing and feeling like it had grown to incredible proportions. That tongue lashed the tip and I was squealing. SQUEALING. The orgasm nearly blew my head off.

Before the waves could even begin to settle down I found out just how Nan planned on releasing herself. She almost sprang from her knees and in one swift movement fell on top of me, her petite body moving against mine. She kissed me and I tasted myself for the first time in ages. Her pussy ground on mine, her rock-like nipples dug into my full breasts.

That tiny part of my mind that remained detached wanted to protest, wanted to deny what was happening, and desperately wanted to watch. Still kissing the tasty lips crushed against mine, I managed to glance to one side just enough to catch a good view of us in the mirror.

God. It was everything I thought it would be, everything I almost feared it would be. There I was, the tall, well-built, muscular black butch being wildly girlfucked by a nearly tiny white woman. I couldn’t look away, especially when she reared up on her arms and began to slam that dark wet triangle against me as though she was trying to push herself inside me.

“Nan! Good GODDDDDDD!” Now I was screaming. I thought this was nearly the most perverse thing I had ever seen. Femme fucks butch. And I loved it. I never wanted it to end. I thrust up with my hips, nearly throwing Nan’s petite body in the air. But she always landed right back against me. I felt her juices flowing, running against me, mingling with mine and then my sexy musician was matching me cry for cry and falling down on top of me where we held each other through the shudders and spasms until our bodies finally relaxed and the two of us fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning to the sounds of singing from the kitchen area. I must say that what I consider to be my broad range of experience with other females has never included a morning serenade that consisted of the “Gualtier Maldè” aria from Verdi’s “Rigoletto”. So my flutist could sing, and in Italian too.

Those thoughts were swept aside by passions of the body. Not that kind of passion, although Nan appeared and looked delicious wearing nothing more than an old shirt of mine. Rather I was enticed by the aroma of bacon wafting from the stove and Nan’s declaration “Come and get it.” I sprang from the bed, pleased with the approving gaze my little date gave my nude body, snatched up yet another shirt and donned it as I padded to the table.

Yum. Bacon, eggs, biscuits dripping with butter and strawberry jam. I dug in. Nan matched me bite for bite. Where did she put all of it? In the midst of the meal, she proceeded to stun me again.

“We’re going shopping this morning. After you finish, get dressed while I do the dishes.”

“Shopping?”

“Clothes shopping.” Ignoring my dropped jaw, she went on blithely. “That tux is great, and I liked your outfit yesterday but you are going to have to dress up a bit occasionally and you don’t have anything in between formal and casual. So we’re going to get you something nice.”

I tried to argue. What was going on? Was this petite woman suddenly going to try to rearrange my comfortable life? And why was I going along with it? Because thirty minutes later we were dressed and headed out the door with my making a last ditch attempt to assert myself.

“You are NOT getting me in a dress and that’s FINAL!”

I hoped I was as confident as I sounded.

(The End)

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‘Ok chick, take the rest of the week off,’ said Carol. ‘Everything’s in hand here. The boss is very impressed with the last couple of weeks’ worth of your work, so he’ll be fine with it, don’t worry. I’ll spin something.’

“Thanks Carol. I owe you…ok…will do. Bye Carol, and thanks.” Seema popped her ‘phone back in her pocket. She drew her arm across her forehead and looked about the room. She had finished cleaning the kitchen, wiping all the surfaces until they shone like new, and she had just finished hovering. Simran was busy cleaning her shower and toilet, double scrubbing to remove any trace of her uncle Mo’. A large black bin-bag full of Simran’s entire collection of underwear, as well as her bedclothes, lay slumped on the floor next to the apartment door.

It was mid-morning, and they had been at it for nearly two hours. They had risen early, washed quickly and left Seema’s apartment to catch an early-bird bus towards Checkley’s. There, they picked up Simran’s little white ford standing forlorn in the car park, and driven to her flat. Later, Simran had called her line manager at work and profusely apologised for her absence, explaining the situation in lurid detail. Seema was thankful that everything seemed to be ok. Simran’s line manager must another ‘Carol’, thought Seema.

Seema’s face was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration and she already felt the need to have a shower and wash her hair. But, they had certainly made a good job of it. Seema felt both pleased and disappointed; Simran wanted her flat to be spick and span because she wanted to be able to use it without thinking of her uncle. This meant the prospect of having Simran living with her was still a distant one; for now. Simran had broached the subject of cohabitation several times, but Seema realised that she was being cautious, not wanting to rush things.

“Which is good. It means she’s taking the prospect seriously. Patience, Seema,” Seema whispered to herself. She turned towards the sounds of industrious and over-zealous scrubbing. “Babe?” she called.

The scrubbing stopped. There was a loud sniff. “Yeah?” Simran called.

“I’m just going to take the bin-bag down to the bins, ok?”

“Ok. Thanks sexy!” Simran called. The vigorous scrubbing started again.

Seema smiled, hoisted the bin bag over her shoulder and made her way down the five flights of stairs and around to the rear entrance of the block of flats. The big bins were lined up against the wall either side of the rear door. The first thing Seema spotted as she pushed and propped the door open was Simran’s little white Ford in the rear car park which served all the tenants in Simran’s block and the three others. Parked right next to it was a black Mercedes, polished to a shine with gleaming silver alloys sitting within low profile tyres.

Seema would have thought nothing of it; many of the tenants in these blocks were city business men and women occupying well paid positions, and consequently many of the vehicles that were parked here were big and sleek. But, the car park was empty, save for the Ford and the Mercedes. Why was it parked right next to Simran’s car, Seema wondered.

As she peered at the sleek motor, she saw movement behind the tinted glass windscreen. Suddenly, the engine was fired, reverse gear engaged and the driver floored the accelerator. The car shot backwards in a screeching wide arc before gunning forwards towards the car park exit, leaving behind an acrid cloud of burnt-rubber smoke. And then, the area was silent and empty, save for the little white Ford faithfully waiting.

Seema swallowed, recalling Jake’s ominous words on the answer machine. She quickly dumped the plastic bag in a bin, shut the door and bounded back up the stairs. The door to Simran’s flat was open.

“Sim!” Seema called as she lunged through the door. The loud and rhythmic scrub-scrub of the brush came from the shower room. It stopped.

“Seem?” Simran popped her head around the shower room door before standing up. “You ok?”

Relief coursed through Seema. She immediately felt a little silly. “Yeah…yeah,” she said, a lopsided grin on her face. “I’ve done the bags.”

“Ok…” Simran smiled as she came towards Seema. “Thanks babe. I’ve pretty much finished in here. I think I’ve scrubbed the enamel off.” She chuckled and stuck her bottom lip out to blow an errant wave of hair from her cheek. In the end, she had to flick at it. Her face flushed a deep red. “What?” she asked bashfully.

Seema could stare at Simran all day long. Despite the gloss of perspiration on her flushed face, despite her hastily tied hair with a pony-tail sitting at a jaunty angle and despite the strong whiff of disinfectant from her washing-up gloves, to Seema she was just perfect.

“You know…if I was a guy, right now I’d probably say something incredibly romantic about ‘taking you roughly over the kitchen sink’!”

Simran laughed. “What, even though I stink!”

Seema nodded and chuckled. She turned serious. “Sim…there was a car parked right next to yours…it disappeared pretty quickly when I went escort bayan bursa out…”

“Honey, you’re still spooked by what Jake said? Don’t be,” Simran said as she pulled her rubber gloves off. She walked through to the kitchen and started washing her hands. “What can uncle Mo’ do? Really, what can he do?”

“I don’t know honey, but~”

“But nothing Seem.” Simran dried her hands and walked over to Seema. She draped her arms around Seema’s shoulders and kissed her lips. “Don’t worry love.”

Seema reached behind herself and poked around in the back pocket of her jeans. Her fingers brushed against a folded piece of paper.

“Do these numbers mean anything to you?” she asked as she withdrew the crumpled and warm piece of paper. She unfolded it and gave it to Simran.

Simran uncoiled her arms from around Seema’s shoulders. She peered at the numbers, mouthing them as she read. She frowned. “Nope. What are they?”

Seema took the paper, folded it and slipped it back in her pocket. “Dunno.” She was about to change the subject when Simran sighed and gave her a knowing look.

“Seem…is this some sort of cryptic crap from Jake?” she asked, her head to one side. Seema glanced sideways. “Seem, stop fretting, please. Why are you taking Jake seriously? And this disc he’s sent…if he’s sent anything…what will be on that? Probably nothing…an album by K T bloody Tunstall?”

Seema frowned. Deja vu was a strange feeling at the best of times, but…

“Seem,” Simran sighed. “I think after what happened yesterday…Uncle Mo’ will stay well clear…and I think he’ll actually pay Mum and Dad back, you know. I think my Dad’s right. I should let him deal with it. He’s obviously got something on Mo’. So … stop worrying honey. Please.”

Simran pecked Seema on the lips and turned towards her bedroom, vacuum cleaner in hand. Seema watched as she disappeared into her little boudoir. She frowned and sighed. Maybe Sim’s right, she thought, and walked to the kitchen to fill a glass with water for some much needed fluid replenishment.

#

Shopping with Simran was a joyous experience. As they wandered arm in arm from shop to supermarket to shop and to more shops, Seema felt fantastic. It was companionship beyond measure; belonging, loving, happiness and a wonderful glimpse of the future with Simran.

They had shared a big salad sub and a glass of iced tea together and were on the last leg of their shopathon. A backpack each carried the food they had purchased to replenish Simran’s fridge and cupboards, new bedclothes for her bedroom, some cleaning products to replace the huge amount used to fumigate Simran’s flat and a few DVDs for them to watch together at some point. Lastly, but definitely not least as far as Seema was concerned, was the underwear shopping. Simran had ended up throwing all of her undergarments away, thinking that Mo’ could have blotted them all.

“Wow, Sim…you’d look good in those,” Seema giggled girlishly as Simran held up a pair of black thongs. She wasn’t surprised to feel a tingle in her crotch.

Simran winked. “All for you, sexy girl! In fact, I should probably let you choose my underwear.”

“Hmm…in which case, don’t buy any…I want you commando all the time.” Their bawdy giggles drew some looks from the prim-faced, and probably heterosexual shop assistants. Simran hastily took her huge selection of items and paid for them; a complete wardrobe of panties, bras, socks and stockings, all packed tightly in the remaining spaces of their backpacks.

Tired from their shopping expedition, they leant against one another, rocking from side to side as the bus trundled on its journey back towards Simran’s flat.

“Sim,” Seema said softly.

“Mmm…”

“How do you fancy going out for a meal tonight? My treat.”

Simran lifted her head from Seema’s and turned to look at her. “You know, I’ve always wanted us to go out for a meal together. Before we…before everything came out in the open…I really wanted to suggest we go out for a meal. I always thought you’d think me a weirdo if I asked.”

Seema recalled the diary on Simran’s bedside table. “You should have asked,” Seema whispered, leaning forward to rub the tip of her nose on Simran’s.

Simran smiled. “Ok. Cool! A meal it is. Where shall we go? And, by the way, I will pay, my treat, no argument.”

“Hmm…we’ll go Dutch, and no argument.” Seema chuckled. “Where do you want to go honey?”

Simran sat up and suddenly became animated. “Well, I always wanted to take you to this fab restaurant I know near – “

Seema smiled and sighed blissfully as she listened to Simran talk of the restaurant she must have been thinking about whilst writing in her diary. ‘I am the happiest girl on this planet,’ thought Seema.

#

After the clean-up was finished to Simran’s satisfaction, it was decided that the meal would be treated as a date. Their first date, to be precise. So, they would dress for each other, spend time deliberating over what to wear, what shoes would complement their chosen dresses, bursa sinirsiz eskort which lipstick with which eye shadow. And Simran would pick her date up and drive her to the restaurant. Seema felt both excited and a little nervous; a heady mixture which made her tummy flutter.

“So…,” Simran said slowly as she pulled her car into the car park next to Seema’s apartment block. “This means that one of us will be obliged to ask the other in for a ‘coffee’ which, in turn, will lead to unbelievably hot love-making…” She grinned.

“But, honey,” Seema said innocently, pulling at her lower lip. “You know I don’t go all the way on the first date.”

Simran’s enthusiastic laugh was infectious.

“I’ll pick you up at seven thirty then, ok?” Simran giggled.

“Lovely,” whispered Seema.

For a moment they were happy just gazing at each other. They kissed before Seema got out. Simran tooted her horn until she was out of sight. Seema skipped up the steps and on to the path next to the newly planted trees. As she unlocked her door, she peered back towards the car park and then towards the main road across from the tended green, still smelling of fresh bark chips and recently cut grass. She laughed to herself, wondering what she was looking for exactly. There was no sign of a sleek black Mercedes.

As she pushed the door open, there was a light scraping sound on the floor as something was brushed aside. The object was a flat jiffy bag. She picked it up and as she shut her door she read the label. It was addressed to her, in Jake’s scrawl.

“Earlier than expected,” she said. She half expected another message from Jake, considering his last message had been cut off. But the red LED flashed a reassuring zero. Seema’s thumb hovered over the seal, ready to peel it back. But, she resisted. She decided to forget the package until tomorrow. All she wanted to do now was get ready for her first date.

With Simran, her true love.

#

Seema wallowed luxuriously in her bath. She had decided to go the whole hog; soothing patchouli bath oils in abundance, four scented candles around the edge of the bath, with the lights out, of course, and her CD Radio playing some slow and easy deep house in the background. She felt a mixture of excitement at the prospect of their date, and a slight melancholy at being apart from Simran. This spicy combination of emotions was added to by a little relish at the thought of unrushed love-making to cap off what was sure to be a fabulous evening.

Absentmindedly, Seema ran her fingers through the dense mound of her pubic hair, squeezing her buttocks together to give herself a jolt of pleasure. Once again she found herself fantasising, imagining Simran naked and about to reach her climax. Seema closed her eyes and filled her mind with the image of Simran’s face, animated and flushing a deep red as she held her breath in the throes of ecstasy, climaxing to the flicking of Seema’s tongue.

“You’re so beautiful,” whispered Seema. Her fingers had somehow found her furrow, softened by the hot water, with delicate lips splayed pink. She kept her fingers away from her clitoris, for she felt, for the first time ever, that she could climax by just thinking of her lover.

With her fingers, Seema rhythmically pressed her mound, pushing it towards her clitoris. The slight pressure this exerted on her button was all she needed. A few minutes later, her climax crept up on her, building from an almost imperceptible tug deep within her sex. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body as her pussy clenched and unclenched, and although it was an almost subdued climax, the duration took Seema by surprise.

#

Seema turned from side to side, examining herself in the long mirror. On her bed were three dresses that she had deliberated over for some time. Since she and Simran had been spending time at the gym, Seema had definitely lost a little weight. The black dress she was wearing proved this beyond doubt.

“Wow,” she said as she brushed her hands down the sides of her dress. “Almost a size down. Cool!”

It sat just above her knees, and hugged her body. Due to its thin straps, Seema had to wear a strapless bra, which she wasn’t too confident about. She leant forward, keeping an eye on her reflection.

“Damn. I’m nearly falling out of it.” She tugged at her bra and repeatedly leant over, but she still almost billowed out every time. “I’ll just have to stand up straight all the time.” She giggled, pleased that she was able to get into her black dress.

Choice of shoes was easy. Seema only had one pair of ‘going out’ shoes. They were high heeled suede leather shoes that only saw the light of day for special occasions. She hadn’t even worn them for Jake.

She decided to leave her hair natural, with a slight curl at the ends, just above her shoulders. As for make-up, Seema decided to go a little further than she would normally. Just for Simran.

#

Seema sat on the arm of the sofa, tapping her feet to an unknown rhythm. She had her clutch escort bayan bag and a thin black shawl draped over her arm. It was 7.25pm. She laughed at herself. Her stomach was knotting in anticipation. She was nervous. This was, after all, their first date. Seema shivered as her emotions threatened to boil over. She took her cell phone out of her clutch, thumbed her password and turned the front camera on, checking herself one last time.

Then, faintly at first, but increasing in volume as they approached her front door, there were footsteps; someone in heels, lightly clacking on the concrete. Seema jumped up, and tottered awkwardly to the door, before the knock had even sounded.

Seema opened the door wide. There was a long, electric pause.

“Wow…”

“Oh my gosh, wow…”

Seema stared, her jaw well and truly dropped. Simran stood in the doorway, wearing the blue dress that Seema had seen hanging in her wardrobe. Seema hadn’t noticed it being a strapless affair, and so body hugging. Simran’s gentle curves were perfectly accentuated. The delicate bones of her shoulders stood out just the right amount, and falling to within just a few inches of her moderate cleavage was a silver chain with a heart shaped locket. The subtle scent of the perfume Seema had bought her a while ago wafted towards Seema.

Seema’s gaze wandered down past the hem of Simran’s blue dress, over her knees and down to her shoes. These were very high heels which accentuated Simran’s smooth calves. Simran had painted her toe nails a light blue. Seema’s gaze wandered back up. Simran had left her hair down, but it looked so beautiful, voluminous and shiny, and on her lips, a red lipstick that drew attention to the perfect dips and curves. Seema exhaled slowly.

“Wow, Seem…,” Simran said quietly. Her Adam’s apple bobbed as she swallowed. “You look completely fantastic.”

“Sim…,” Seema croaked. “So do you, wow…” She cleared her throat. “Do you wanna come in for a coffee now?”

Simran burst out laughing, snapping both of them out of their lusty reveries. “Well, I would, but… I’ve gone and booked a table for two for a romantic meal with this incredibly sexy and gorgeous girl called Seema…I’m trying to get her in the sack, y’know…but don’t tell her.” Simran winked.

Seema giggled. She couldn’t stop her roving eyes from mapping out Simran’s curves. “Wow…” she whispered. She cleared her throat and forced her eyes back up. “Ok. Let’s go then, sexy thing!”

#

Simran had booked a table for two at a very upmarket French eaterie just out of town. A grand gravelled driveway led up to the front of the building, which was a grandiose Georgian lump set in large grounds dotted with weeping willows. The vast spread of lawns looked immaculate, and the teeming flower beds added a rainbow of colours and scents. Through the huge bay windows at the front of the building, Seema made out the muted lighting and huge mirrors on walls that were covered with paintings and tapestries.

Simran giggled. The car park was full of sleek, status symbol cars of all shapes and sizes, some two-seater sports machines, others grand four wheel drive behemoths. Simran parked her car between two shiny red sports cars.

“A thorn between two roses,” she giggled.

“Yeah, but imagine what some of these people are like,” chuckled Seema. “All these cars mean the restaurant will be full of people with major insecurities.”

Simran sniggered. She was silent for a few seconds before gazing at Seema. “You don’t know how much this means to me babe.”

“Hmm?” Seema leant across and twirled a wave of Simran’s glossy hair around her finger.

“This meal. This is our first proper date. We start from here, and forget all the crap from the last few days.” Simran drew Seema’s hand to her lips.

“Deal,” Seema whispered. “I’m going to be the happiest person here tonight. You know why?”

Simran smiled and nuzzled her cheek against Seema’s palm. “Why?”

“Because I will be dining with the most beautiful girl ever.”

#

The head waiter showed them to their table in the far corner. As they walked through the hushed dining area, Seema grasped Simran’s hand protectively; too many diners, male diners, glanced appreciatively at Simran. However, Seema felt proud suddenly, proud at being with the most beautiful girl in the world. She smiled and held her head high. Simran leant in affectionately to Seema until they reached their table, on which sat two long candles that cast a flickering light which twinkled off the tall, fluted glasses and polished cutlery set out on the table. The table cloth was heavy white linen, starched to a good stiffness.

The waiter pulled out a chair for Simran to sit before doing the same for Seema.

“One moment please,” he said before gliding away across the polished wood floor.

“Wow Sim, this is fab,” Seema whispered excitedly as she took in their surroundings. It was quiet save for the tinkle of cutlery and hushed conversations. The dining area was huge, but only half full. The ceiling was high, but the ambience was intimate. The far side of the room was given over to a small but very well stocked bar. Next to it was a grand piano, its polished lid open, reflecting the bright brass of the strings and chassis. A suave gentleman sat on the stool, engaged in a hushed conversation with an equally well dressed lady.

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The cock pounded in and out of her cunt with a squishing sound and the slap of their skin as they met at the end of every thrust. Her cunt lips wrapped themselves around the cock, pulling it into her and holding it like a vice. Their groans and moans filled the room as they fucked, their voices were getting louder and louder.

This was the doctor’s last appointment of the day and as I sat in the waiting room, they were oblivious to my being there. Thinking they were all alone, the door wasn’t even closed as they continued fucking as I returned to my seat and listened. The only thing was, my wife was the doctor’s last patient of the day and I had accompanied her to her office. She smiled at me as her name was called and I watched her ass sway as she walked into the room. I didn’t see what the doctor looked like as my wife entered the room, introducing herself as she sat down. I heard them go over a few things as I absentmindedly leafed through a few magazines.

After a while, there was not a lot of talking in the room and I heard a sigh. I was tempted to get up and look into the room but decided against it, not wanting to disturb them.

“Oh, that’s a little cold,” I heard my wife say as I picked up another magazine.

“Don’t worry, it will warm up quickly,” the doctor replied.

Again there was silence for a few minutes as I thought about my wife with her legs spread wide open and the doctor examining her.

“Oh, yes, that’s it.”

My wife’s voice had changed. It sounded like she was enjoying whatever the doctor was doing.

“Yes, that feels good,” she said, her voice trailing off as she sighed again.

“See, I told you it would warm up,” I heard the doctor say, her voice a little huskier than before.

“I see what you mean,” my wife answered.

Again there was silence for a minute or so and then the sighing started again.

“Oh yes. Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

I knew from my wife’s voice that she was aroused and knowing how much she loved to be eaten, I knew the signs of her coming. I looked around the waiting room and the nurse at the far desk smiled at me and then winked. I looked away and then back at her. Did she know something I didn’t?

The noises from the room took my mind off the nurse for a minute. As I listened, I put the magazine in my hand down and leaned back in the chair, listening to the two in the room. The next thing I knew, the nurse was walking towards the room and she quietly started to close the door.

“It’s ok, Mary. That won’t be necessary,” the doctor said.

The nurse was going to say something but after seeing what was going on in the room, just turned, winked again at me and walked back to her desk. When I looked at her again, she had a funny look on her face, a look of lust. I watched her for a few minutes and it was obvious that she was turned on as she fidgeted bursa escort with her uniform, spending extra seconds, running her hands over her breasts and down her front. I heard her chair squeak a little as she pushed it back from her desk, her hand disappearing under it. She looked directly at me and she smiled then closed her eyes, throwing her head back.

What kind of doctor had my wife come to see? She was supposed to be here for her yearly checkup but from the sounds coming from the room and watching the nurse play with herself under her desk, I was beginning to wonder. The nurse moaned softly, her arm jerking as she played with her cunt.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, a big grin on her face. Getting up from her chair, she came around the front of the desk and sat on it, sliding up onto it, moving things out of her way as she did. She then hiked her uniform up over her hips and spread her legs wide open. Her bare cunt was shaven and she pushed a finger inside herself quickly, moaning at the feeling. She then took her soaking finger out of her cunt and put it in her mouth, all the time, watching me. She gently sucked on it and groaned.

I wasn’t sure what exactly I was doing but I stood up and slowly walked over to the nurse, keeping my eyes glued to her cunt as she inserted her finger inside herself again, this time, fucking herself with it. As I neared her, I could smell the wanton odor of her cunt and I got on my knees in front of her, her cunt inches from my face. I pulled her hand away from her cunt and leaned into her, running my tongue the length of her slit, thrusting my tongue up her cunt and licking inside her. She groaned loudly and grabbed my head, holding me against her cunt as I continued to lick and suck. I found her clit and gently sucked it into my mouth, licking around its hood and this made her groan even louder.

Her juices flowed onto my tongue as I continued sucking her and she came, holding my head tighter against her. I didn’t stop after she had come. Her juices were sweet and I wanted more of them. I licked and sucked her clit some more and she started huffing, her breath coming rapidly, her cunt quivering. She thrust her hips towards me, trying to get my tongue deep inside her. For a fleeting moment, I thought about standing up and taking my clothes off and fucking her as hard and as fast as I could.

It was then I realized what I was doing and I quickly stood up and stepped back for the nurse.

“Oh, god. That felt good,” she whispered. “I needed to be eaten in the worst way. I needed a tongue inside me.”

I smiled at her but didn’t say anything. I turned to go back to my chair and that was when I first saw what was going on in the room. My wife was on her back, her legs up in the stirrups with the doctor on her knees, hovering above her, a long strap-on fucking her cunt. I wasn’t sure at the moment escort bursa whether I was imagining it or if it was really happening. I stood and watched the two women fuck and could just barely hear them. After a few minutes, I started towards the room, keeping my eyes on the doctor’s ass as it clenched every time she thrust into my wife. Their voices were getting louder as I neared the room and I stopped at the doorway, just out of their view.

I watched the long fake cock disappear into my wife over and over again, her groans telling me that she was close to coming. The doctor seemed to sense it too as she started thrusting faster and faster, all the time talking to my wife.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? You like to get fucked, don’t you? You like to have a big cock inside you, fucking you hard, don’t you?”

My wife couldn’t answer her as she was coming, screaming out as she did. The doctor didn’t stop.

“I’m going to fuck you until you tell me to stop, you slut. I’m going to fill your cunt with this big cock until you can’t take anymore.”

“Yes, yes,” my wife weakly said, her juices starting to run down her crack, lubricating the strap-on more as it thrust in and out of her cunt.

“I bet your husband would love to have this big of a cock,” the doctor said.

My wife didn’t answer.

“This is what you have been missing,” the doctor continued. “Having this big cock in your cunt makes you come, doesn’t it? You love it, don’t you?”

My wife finally spoke.

“Please don’t stop. Fuck me harder with your big cock. I want it, yes, yes.”

The doctor moved up and pulled my wife’s feet from the stirrups. She pushed her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to meet the dildo, thrusting it back into her from behind. My wife gasped as the doctor thrust it hard into her, the strap hitting my wife on her ass, making a slapping noise.

“Fuck me,” my wife yelled. “Fuck me harder.”

The doctor moved closer and lifted my wife’s hips a little higher. She ground the dildo into her unmercifully, thrusting it in and out as fast as she could. My wife was panting as she took the big cock in her and was pushing back against the doctor’s thrusts. Her juices started running again and this time, I could see them on her legs, slowly seeping down towards the back of her knees.

“I think you’ve had enough of this,” the doctor said as she slowly pulled the strap-on out of my wife.

She didn’t let my wife lower her hips though. Instead, she got up on the table, straddling her, pointing the dildo at my wife’s ass hole.

“Now you’re going to feel really fucked,” she said as she pushed it against my wife’s ass hole. “Now, you’re going to feel my cock up your ass and you’re going to enjoy it.”

“No,” my wife weakly said but the doctor wasn’t listening to her as she pushed the dildo harder against my bursa escort bayan wife’s ass hole.

“You know you want it,” the doctor said just as the head entered my wife. “You know you want it and you’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

I watched the big cock slowly push its way up inside my wife’s ass and heard her groan loudly. We had never had anal sex but obviously, it was something she maybe wanted to try. The doctor had the whole length of the dildo inside her ass now and was slowly withdrawing it.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? You love the feeling of my cock inside your ass, don’t you?”

“Oh, yes.”

The doctor started thrusting in and out of my wife. I could see her anus pucker around the big cock every time the doctor thrust into her. She was screaming louder and louder with every thrust as the doctor sped up.

“Oh, fuck me,” she yelled.

“That’s it, slut. Take the whole thing,” the doctor yelled at her. “You love the feeling of my big cock inside your ass hole, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” was all my wife said, groaning loudly as the doctor pounded the cock into her over and over again.

I quickly looked around at the nurse and she was intently watching the two women in the room. She had a finger in her cunt and was fucking herself as she watched. Her lips parted and a loud groan came from deep inside her as she fell back on her arms, taking her saturated finger out of her cunt and licking it with her tongue, cleaning her juices off it. She looked at me and winked again then looked past me to the two women in the room. I turned just as my wife came again, screaming out at the doctor.

“Oh, fuck that feels so good.”

“You love it don’t you slut? You love to be fucked in every hole, don’t you? “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Next time you come to see me, I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to fuck you in every hole you have and you’ll love it. I’m going to fuck you every time you come to see me, you cock loving slut.”

The doctor started to withdraw the big cock out of my wife and let her lower herself to the table. I quickly went back to my seat and waited for her to come out of the room. When she came out, she had a big grin on her face and turned to thank the doctor, motioning me to follow her. I got up and we left the office.

On the way home, I asked her how it went. She just looked at me and smiled.

“Oh, you know, the usual thing. Exams can be so monotonous. I imagine the doctor gets a little bored doing them so often,”

“Yes, I imagine she does. How do you like her?”

“She was great. I have another appointment on Friday. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’ll come with you. I don’t have anything planned.”

“It may take a little longer than this time. She wants to exam a few things she missed this time.”

“That’s ok, I’ll just read some more of the magazines.”

Friday was only two days away. I knew I was looking forward to it and from the look on my wife’s face, she wouldn’t miss that appointment for anything. What did the doctor have in mind for my wife? If, only today was Friday.

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Jody and I were quietly driving, heading home on the highway. I had dried tears on my face. She was holding my hand as I stared out the window. “You okay hun?” She broke the silence. I simply shook my head yes. I didn’t even know if she could see it. “Do you want to eat?” I shook my head no. I just wanted to get home.

The day was supposed to have gone very differently.

We were up early, had packed the Jeep the night before with all Jessie’s stuff for college. Her mix of nervousness and excitement was contagious. Jody had stayed overnight; my own anxious nerves were as calm as they could be. I was excited for Jessie. She was starting her life. Timmy had no desire to go with us and I didn’t feel like forcing him, so he stayed at his friend Kyle’s overnight.

We piled in the Jeep, the back seat had just enough room for Jessie. The long drive was filled with bad singing, laughter and junk food. We arrived and went to all the move in day activities together. The energy around campus was infectious. We made it to her dorm and started moving her in. She was sharing a quad with 3 other girls. She had spent the day with 2 of them a few weeks ago and seemed to like them. I prayed they would all mesh and her year would be amazing.

Jody and I were heading out for the last load of stuff when I saw him. Evan. He was leaning up against the Jeep. We had barely spoken since Jessie’s graduation and she had made it clear to him she didn’t want him here today.

“Why are you here? She doesn’t want you here Evan.” I was hoping I could get him to leave before she saw him. Jody opened up the back of the Jeep so we could get the last few things out.

“She’s my kid too, Eleanor.”

I fucking hated when he called me that. “She told you she didn’t want you here.”

“Yeah, cus you’ve brainwashed her against me. You and her.” He said pointing at Jody. I could feel the contempt pouring off him. He got closer to me, I backed up. Jody moved between us. “I know what you two are.” He seethed at us. He got in Jody’s face, “Maybe if you hadn’t been fucking my wife behind my back my daughter wouldn’t hate me.” My body recoiled into Jody with his words.

“Shut the fuck up!” It was Jessie. She must have come out to help. “Get the hell out of here dad or I’m calling campus security. I told you I didn’t want you here. They are not why I hate you; YOU are why I hate you. Leave now!” He glared at her then back at me and Jody. She had stayed between Evan and me. She was holding my hand now.

He turned around and started to leave, then turned again, “You won’t turn Timmy against me too. I won’t allow it. You will hear from my lawyer Eleanor.” And then he left.

I was shaking when he finally drove away. “Mom. It’s okay. He’s gone.” But it wasn’t okay. We had been outed. There were people everywhere in that parking lot. I had no idea who heard the exchange. “Come on. Let’s get this stuff in the room.” She pulled on my arm and the three of us walked back to her dorm room. They both looked at me like I was going to break.

We got to her room, brought her stuff to her bed and she shut the door. Tears spilled down my face. Jody wrapped her arms around me, Jessie around both of us. “It’s okay. He’s such an asshole.” We stood that way, both of them trying to keep me in one piece. I finally shrugged them off. “Mom. It’s okay. It will be okay.”

“How?”

“First off, Timmy knows. About you two. He has for awhile. He figured it out last year when you weren’t together. He’s apparently a lot less blind than I thought.”

I just stood there, trying to process what she was saying. Jessie had told me more than once he was growing up, he was not little anymore. I wondered if that was her way of trying to tell me he knew. I looked over at Jody. She laced her fingers through mine.

Jessie looked at Jody.” And that means Madi knows too Jody. It’s just not a thing to them. It’s not. Maybe when you guys were teens it was different, but now, stuff like this doesn’t bother us. They are happy for you guys; bursa escort happy you are back together. We have talked. We’ve all been waiting for you two to be ready to tell them, to tell everyone. I don’t know how everyone hasn’t already figured it out anyways. Have you ever seen how you two look at each other? How you smile when someone says the other one’s name?”

I sat down on her bed. I was not ready for any of this.

She kept talking. “Timmy isn’t going to let dad take him. He’s not a child anymore.” She sat next to me and hugged me. “And don’t worry about me. I think my father being a total ass to my mother and her girlfriend in the parking lot on the first day of college is going to be a great ice breaker. Kids my age eat this stuff up mom, I promise. I’m going to be a legend.” She laughed.

I couldn’t bring myself to be as not worried as she was. I couldn’t read Jody. I wished that I could read her like she could read me. What was wrong with me that I didn’t know what she was feeling? We finished helping Jes get her stuff settled and then it was time to leave my first born. I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry. I broke that promise. She had grown up so much in the last few years.. “I love you Jessie. You are going to do amazing things.”

“I love you too mom. So are you. Love you Jody.” We each got hugs and kisses then we made our way back to the parking lot.

Jody paused and looked at me before she started the Jeep. “Please just drive.” I told her. She did. Now we were less than an hour from home, and I didn’t know what was waiting there. Logically I knew nothing different. That Evan wouldn’t be waiting for us, that no one was going to take Timmy when we arrived. That a phone call wasn’t waiting to tell me not to bother coming to work Monday. But my brain couldn’t be convinced. My body was fighting the panic on the horizon.

I could feel myself edging closer to an attack. I folded at my center and put my head between my knees. I couldn’t freak out. Not here. I could feel the Jeep speed up. I worked on breathing. Her hand was on my back as she drove. I didn’t notice she pulled off at the next exit until the Jeep had stopped. I unfolded myself and saw that we were in the back of a parking lot. She got out of the Jeep and walked over, opened my door, unbuckled me and took me in her arms. “Just breathe. I’m right here.”

She held me until I could breath again. She released me a little, “you good?” I shook my head yes. I was as good as I was going to be. She kissed me before she told me to sit back and buckle up, then shut my door. She got behind the wheel, took my hand and we drove the rest of the way to my house on the back roads.

We walked inside together. Timmy was not home. Jody took my phone out of my hand and started texting. I looked at her. “I’m checking on Timmy.” I started to protest; she moved the phone away from me. A minute later she handed it back to me and I checked what she had written. She told him to stay at Kyle’s again, that I was having a rough night and she was staying the night.

“Seriously Jody.”

“No more lying to him Ellie, apparently there’s been no point anyways. Go get changed, wash up, I’m ordering us food. You need to eat; I need to eat.”

I went up to my room and sat on my bed. I just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. I laid down, closed my eyes. My body started shaking. “Ellie. El wake up.”

“What the fuck.” I rolled over. “Leave me alone.”

“The food is here. We need to eat.”

“Leave me alone Jody. I don’t want food. I don’t want you here.”

“Bullshit. You are going to eat, and we are going to talk.”

“No.” I felt her climb on the bed. I just wanted to go back to sleep.

She laid down next to me. Her arm was around me. I tried to shrug her off, she wouldn’t move.

“Not going anywhere El.”

I sighed. Tried closing my eyes again. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I love you.”

“You might be the unstable one.” I rolled onto my other side; we were face to face. I reached over and kissed her. She kissed me back. My hands started to go under her shirt. She stopped kissing me, escort bursa put her hands around my wrists.

“No. We are not doing this Ellie. At least not until we eat and talk.” She sat up and pulled me up too. “Please Ellie.”

I glared at her but followed her downstairs. She had gotten Pizza. Quick and easy. Two pieces were on a plate where she sat me down. She went into the fridge and handed me a water. “Eat Ellie, please.”

I picked up a piece and took a dramatic bite. She rolled her eyes at me. I hated to admit it, but I was hungry. I finished what she had given me then got up and grabbed another piece. I sat back down. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.”

“You should be. I didn’t deserve that El.”

“I know.” We finished eating in silence. I got up, started cleaning and putting the leftover pizza in the fridge. I was shutting the door when she wrapped her arms around my waist.

“It’s going to be okay hun. Our timeline just got sped up a little.”

I turned to face her. I knew she was right. We had already discussed outing our relationship. We just both had wanted a little more time. We hadn’t been back together that long. My mental health was still shaky at best some days. “What if he’s already told Joe, this doesn’t just affect me Jody.”

“Joe already knows. He’s known since we split. I think he suspected before that, but he won’t admit it.”

I pulled away from her. “What? Wha. Why didn’t you tell me?” She had not talked much about her split with Joe to me. I just knew they were co-parenting and existing in the same space much better than Evan and I did. She once said they did much better as friends than they ever did as a couple.

“I kept meaning to. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to, then so much time had passed and I wasn’t sure. I’m sorry.”

I knew that what she wasn’t sure of was how I’d react. I was so sick of being handled. Of needing to be handled and taken care of.

“I’m going to shower.” I left her in the kitchen. I needed some space and to think. I went up to my room, turned the shower on and let the water warm up. I put my music on and stepped into the steamy water. The hot water and music worked together to relax me and I was soon singing along, loudly and off tune.

I was rinsing my hair when I felt a chill hit me. Then I felt Jody behind me. She kissed my neck, my back, her arms wrapped around me. “It’s going to work out hun. I’m ready. We are ready.” Her warmth mixed with the warmth from the water. It was dizzying. I rested my head against the wall as she filled her hands with my breasts. She tugged and kneaded them as she kissed my neck and back.

I turned around, grabbed her boobs treating them the same way. My mouth went to them. I backed her up against the wall, the water was running down my back. My fingers teased her mound. Hers went to mine. It was like we had never touched each other before. One of her legs was on my hip as my fingers continued to play. I thrust and curled and hit the spongy part inside her as her breathing got more ragged. I was nipping at the skin under her ear, certain I had left a mark. My thumb pushed her swollen button then backed off. Pushed again. She was clawing at my neck my back, left her own marks on my shoulder. “Oh god Ellie..” And I felt her whole body give in. The water on my back was still hot, I was thanking God for the tankless hot water heater.

Jody came down and put her arms around my neck. Moved me under the water as she assault my mouth with her tongue, her hands played everywhere. Her heat mixing with the heat from the water had my head spinning. I reached over and turned the water off. I couldn’t take the heat anymore. Jody didn’t stop when the water did. She was tugging and twisting my nipples and my clit. Her fingers plunged into me. “Fuck.” Her hand was on my neck holding me up. My legs went weak. My head collapsed onto her shoulder. She was kissing me again. “It’s going to be okay El. It’s going to be more than okay.”

***

That night we brought the 3 kids into my living-room, FaceTimed Jessie and told them, officially, about us. It was like a weight had been lifted bursa escort bayan off me as the words came out of my mouth. I knew that 3 of the 4 already knew but Kevin was the wildcard. He had dealt with so much change in the last year and it hadn’t always been an easy transition.

We finished talking and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Madi and Timmy were talking, telling us it was about time we made it official. They joked about how they were dating and so were their moms and that was going to be a very interesting family picture.

The way he so casually talked about her and I, like it was no big deal we were together, was going to take some getting used to. They were growing up in a very different world than I had.

“Mom, does this mean we can finally do one of those dorky Christmas newsletters so people understand our new dynamic? I mean you are a writer, just think of the way you could spin this.”

Jessie scolded him from my phone. I just laughed.

I was still checking Kevin for his reaction. I glanced over and Jody was too. We had decided not to prod him. Let him process. She said he would need time. As we sat there it hit me why Jody was always so good at letting me process my shit all the time. I squeezed her hand, she squeezed back.

He stood up. “Mom, I’m ready to go home.”

My heart sunk just a touch. I stood up when Jody did.

“Okay. Madi are you coming now?”

“No. Ellie can bring me later.” She glanced over at me and I nodded.

“Not too late. El has work in the morning.”

Ugh, why did she have to remind me. The kids didn’t start back until Thursday but I was back tomorrow. I loved my job but getting back into the routine was always a chore.

Kevin started walking towards the door. Jody followed him and said goodbye. I watched at the door as they got into the Jeep and drove away. I finally pulled away and told the kids I was going up to get my stuff ready for work.

I was packing my bag and getting my clothes picked out when my phone went off.

Jody- he’s fine

I knew she meant Kevin.

Me- Really?

Jody- yep. He’s taking it in stride. He’s talking more about starting his classes than us.

He was starting college classes at the local community college next week. I helped him pick them out, I knew a lot of faculty there. I had been contemplating an offer I received to teach a creative writing class in the Spring there. I hadn’t taught since I was in grad school. I moved away from teaching and into guidance after I had finished my first masters.

I hope his lack of interest really meant he was fine. I guess time would tell.

Me- I’m gonna bring Madi home around 9

Jody- okay. Make sure you come in

Me- I will ??

I finished getting everything set and went downstairs and packed my lunch. Madi and Timmy were watching a movie. I made popcorn and joined them on the couch. “How much time is left?”

“It should be over by 8:30.” Madi told me.

“Okay, I told your mom I’ll bring you home around 9.”

She nodded and went back to the movie. I settled in and watched what was left with them. When it ended I told Madi we were leaving in 20. I gave her and Timmy some space but warned that again I was leaving in a few.

I started out to my suv and Timmy ran ahead of me and jumped into the drivers seat. He was only a few weeks away from being able to get his license and took any chance to drive he could. He was proving to be a good driver so I sat back and relaxed as he drove us across town.

“Ya know mom, now that we all know, it’s totally okay if you and Jody kiss and shit when we are around.”

“Timmy!” Madi yelled at him.

“Well they can!”

I just shook my head. I was certain this was going to be an interesting adjustment, for all of us.

We walked into the house and Madi and Timmy flopped on the couch. Apparently they had no intention of this being a quick drop and run. The dining room was filled with packing boxes. I heard Jody in the kitchen and went in. She came over and gave me a quick hug and kiss.

“Water?”

“No thanks.”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just not looking forward to the alarm clock in the morning.”

She laughed. She had zero sympathy for me on this.

“Welcome back to the real world Eleanor.”

I gave her a side glare then laughed.

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