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I’ve sat on this for the longest time. I don’t think I can do a better job. I now know how incredibly challenging it is to write a love scene! So much respect for all the incredible writers on Literotica.

Thank you for your patience and encouragement. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Please let me know what you think. All your comments and mails mean a lot.

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Heather stirred awake, aware of the warm body nestled against her. She moved closer, wanting more contact and it was then that she felt Vanessa’s bare bums against her thighs. A soft moan escaped her as she pressed up against Vanessa’s back, burying her face in her hair. What a thing to wake up to, she thought, not even trying to help the smile she knew she had broken into.

She went over what had happened earlier in the morning. How she’d made herself cum with Vanessa’s voice in her ear. Oh she’d sucked on Vanessa’s nipple. The memory was enough to make her pulse quicken. It had been incredible.

How long had they been asleep? She reached for her phone to check the time. 11:20 AM. It didn’t matter. There was nowhere else she’d rather be, nothing she’d rather be doing. She snuggled back up against Vanessa, brushing her thighs against the warm curve of her ass. Letting her hands wander down, she stroked the smooth skin, squeezing it gently. She couldn’t help but moan at how good it felt. God she wanted to kiss it. Such soft skin against her lips. Heather slithered down until she was face first with Vanessa’s ass. She planted a kiss on the small of her back, letting her lips trail the buxom rise of her ass. With her hand she kneaded the soft skin of one cheek while she planted soft kisses on the other.

“Mmmm…”

Heather heard Vanessa sigh as she stirred awake.

“Ohh…oh honey,” Vanessa moaned, turning over onto her front, to give Heather better access.

Heather cupped a cheek with each hand, her mouth lavishing attention on the small of her back, her tongue tracing the gentle swell there, dipping briefly into the crevice between the cheeks before moving on the other one.

“Heather, fuck! Oh honey, what are you doing?”

“Want me to stop?” Heather managed, tracing her way back, this time deliberately wiggling her tongue over Vanessa’s tail bone.

“Ahh god!” Vanessa exclaimed. “Oh please Heather, come up here. Need to see you.”

Heather slithered back up, her lips seeking out Vanessa’s and kissing her. “Good morning,” she whispered against Vanessa’s lips.

“Is it still morning?”

“Mhm, we still have a few minutes of morning,” Heather giggled.

“Way to wake me up,” Vanessa said as she stretched, wrapping her arms around Heather.

“I’m learning from the best,” Heather said, relishing the feel of Vanessa’s bare thighs against hers. “Actually, I take that back.”

“What? Why?”

“Weren’t you the one who pinned me down and tickled me half to death?” she asked playfully, nuzzling the warm neck on offer.

Vanessa chuckled, “Was I? I don’t think so.”

“Oh really?” Heather whispered.

“Mhm.”

“Okay then, let me refresh your memory.” In a swift motion she straddled Vanessa and pinned her arms down. She leaned forward and looked right into her eyes, matching the fire in them with her own. “Does this ring a bell?” she whispered, her mouth an inch away from Vanessa’s.

Vanessa moaned, reaching up to kiss Heather. Heather moved away, a wry smile tugging at her lips. “Un uh. Tell me, Vanessa. Does this remind you of something?” she asked, not letting go of the arms she had pinned against the bed.

Vanessa was breathing hard by now. “Yes,” she whispered, reaching up for a kiss only to be denied again. “You’re sexy when you’re in charge,” she said with a smile. “Are you going to tickle me?”

Heather continued to bore into Vanessa’s eyes. “No. I have other things in mind. But first, I want my shirt back.”

“What?”

“My shirt. You’re wearing it. I want it back,” Heather said, slowly.

“Oh. Well, you’ll have to let go of my arms for that.”

Heather released her arms and sidled down to free the t-shirt from under her. “Sit up,” she instructed and Vanessa obliged, not breaking eye contact. Her hands settled on Heather’s hips, spanning to touch as much of her as she could.

Heather was quick to wrap her fingers around Vanessa’s wrist. “No Vanessa. Hands to yourself,” she whispered, placing her hands back on the bed.

“Why?”

Heather, still straddling Vanessa, now around her thighs, reached out and stroked her cheek before whispering, “Because I said so.” Then, her gaze gentler, “You want to kiss me?” she asked softly.

Vanessa nodded, tilting her head back and reaching up for Heather’s lips again. This time, Heather met her halfway and moaned at the contact.

She wrapped her legs around Vanessa’s middle, one hand buried in her hair, the other at Vanessa’s side, the t shirt bunched up in it. Heather plundered Vanessa’s mouth, not letting her pull away until she’d kurtköy escort had her fill. When she finally let Vanessa go, they were both out of breath. Her hand still in Vanessa’s hair, she gently tugged, making her neck easily accessible to her mouth. She dove in, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin

“Oh god, Heather, unhh.”

Heather found a delectable spot and settled there, sucking the skin into her mouth, her tongue caressing it occasionally to soothe the bothered flesh.

Vanessa growled, unable to keep her hands to herself, she reached around to squeeze Heather’s panty clad ass. Her fingers made their way under the elastic, stroking.

“Vanessa,” Heather murmured against her neck. “You need to listen to me.”

She hesitated for a second, but then moved her hands away.

Heather smiled into Vanessa’s neck, thrilled at the prospect of being in charge. She looked up, and met Vanessa’s burning gaze. “Good,” she said, kissing her jaw.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Vanessa said, her eyes betraying her struggle.

For a second Heather softened. “C’mere,” she said, pulling Vanessa in for a gentle kiss. “Do you like it?”

“What?”

“What I’m doing to you,” Heather asked, trying not to smile.

Vanessa chuckled, fighting the urge to hold Heather, “I haven’t quite made my mind up about it.”

“Well, you better get used to it.”

“Oh really. Gonna have your way with me, are ya?”

“Yes. Yes, I am,” she said, her words punctuated by kisses. “For now,” she added, “Honey, I want my shirt back.”

Vanessa smiled into the intermittent, teasing kisses. “Call me honey again.”

“My shirt first.”

Okay, but, then I’d be naked.”

“Mhm,” Heather hummed, bunching the corners of the shirt in her fists.

“Is that what you want? Me naked?” Vanessa teased.

“Yes Vanessa. That’s exactly what I want.” Heather pulled the shirt up Vanessa’s torso. “Hands,” she said, indicating that Vanessa should raise her hands to let Heather pull off the shirt. Vanessa obliged, her eyes ablaze, not leaving Heather’s. In one swift motion Heather had the only piece of clothing covering Vanessa, off.

Heart hammering, she still held Vanessa’s gaze, savouring the moment.

“What do you intend to do now?” Vanessa whispered, breathing hard, her voice hoarse.

Heather leaned in, her lips brushing against Vanessa’s, “Feast on you, honey,” she said in a voice so unlike hers before she pulled back and for the first time laid her eyes on Vanessa’s naked body.

“Oh.” Her mouth hung open as she took in the gorgeous woman in front of her. The length of her neck, with a hint of pink where Heather had spent so much time just a few minutes ago. Her incredibly sexy collar bones, how the muscles of her shoulders bunched as she rested her weight on her arms, patiently letting Heather explore with her eyes. Heather scanned lower, the expanse of her chest, smooth, begging to be licked and oh god, her breasts, caramel, tipped with dark brown nipples. Heather recalled what it had felt like to feel them in her hand, the nipple in her mouth as she came last night and she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her.

She moved her gaze lower, to where she could see the ridges of Vanessa’s ribs and her taut mid riff. She reached out without meaning to, her fingers grazing the ribs, making Vanessa’s muscles convulse in response.

She dragged her eyes up to meet Vanessa’s again. “You’re” she cleared her throat. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered.

Vanessa managed a smile, her breathing laboured.

“Lie down,” she instructed, gently applying pressure to Vanessa’s shoulder.

Vanessa yielded, letting herself fall back on the bed.

My god, Heather thought. I have her in my bed. How is this happening? She laid both her hands flat on Vanessa’s tummy, needing the contact to reassure herself. She could feel the muscles rippling under her fingers as Vanessa tensed up, before relaxing. She moved her hands to Vanessa’s sides, firmly stroking the length of her, from her underarms to her hips, where Heather’s own legs straddled her and back again. She felt the gentle swell of the side of her breasts, the gentle curve where her waist dipped and then the gradual flare of her hips. It was so different, so very different from the contours of men she had been with, yet in a way, so familiar. As she explored and drank in Vanessa’s body shamelessly, in the back of her mind she did hear the soft sighs from somewhere in the distance. What got her attention was when Vanessa gently thrust her hip into Heather.

“Ohh,” Heather exclaimed, surprised at the zing it sent through her. She tore her gaze away from Vanessa’s body to meet her eye before looking down to where their bodies met. She was straddling Vanessa just below her mound, stray strands of Vanessa’s pubic hair where visible where the shirt Heather was wearing flopped on her skin. Suddenly she was aware of the heat of Vanessa against etiler eskort her own mound. Looking back up into Vanessa’s face, she rocked her hips and gently ground down.

“Ungh,” Vanessa moaned, her face scrunching up at the unexpected pleasure as her own hips lifted up in response. “Fuck, Heather,” she whispered.

Heather anchored herself, by holding onto Vanessa’s sides, “Look at me,” she said, before grinding down again and was met by a more insistent response from Vanessa. Again, she ground down and this time, before Vanessa could respond, Heather lifted herself off a couple of inches, resulting in Vanessa humping air.

She growled in frustration, displeasure evident on her face.

“Oh Vanessa,” Heather whispered before leaning over to kiss her. Vanessa roughly claimed her lips, conveying her need. She let Vanessa have her way for just a minute before pulling away. Vanessa’s moan of protest quickly turned into one of pleasure as Heather shifted her attention to her neck.

“I think I may have given you a hickey earlier,” she said, not stopping to look up.

“Don’t care,” Vanessa exhaled. “Just don’t stop.”

Heather giggled, her tongue fiddling with a sensitive earlobe. “What if someone asks you how you got it?”

“I’ll make sure to spare no detail in my answer,” Vanessa grunted making Heather giggle again.

She sucked in a earlobe, her hands reveling in the curves Vanessa’s body offered. Heather moved lower, her own pulse racing as she felt the thudding of Vanessa’s heart. Teeth grazed across her collarbone, her tongue gently swirling on the tender skin at the base of her neck. Her hands circled around Vanessa’s breasts, preparing them for the onslaught of her approaching mouth. She looked up at Vanessa’s face and was struck by the desire she saw. All Heather wanted to do was give her as much pleasure as she possibly could.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered against the top of Vanessa’s breasts, before holding her gaze as she stuck her tongue out and flicked it against a puckered, taut nipple.

“Fuck!” Vanessa exclaimed. “Please.”

Heather didn’t torture her anymore, she swirled her tongue around her nipple a couple of time, before stabbing it with her pointy tongue. Vanessa was almost bucking against her, her hands tight fists, holding onto the crumpled sheets for dear life.

She sucked the nipple into her mouth, lashing her tongue over it, her fingers, finding the other nipple and rolling it between them.

“Oh my god, Heather. Ohhh… Yes!”

Heather moved her mouth to the other nipple and her fingers taking her place on this one. She looked up to see Vanessa, holding her head up, looking at her. “You like what you see?” she whispered, before sucking in the nipple into her mouth again.

Vanessa hissed at how intense it felt. “I’m afraid it won’t be real if I don’t look.”

Heather smiled. “I’m here, get used to it.” She moved to kiss Vanessa and added, “But, by all means, feel free to watch all you want.”

Heather was amazed at how bold she was, exploring the taut belly, the undersides of those lovely breasts, and the adorable bellybutton which she didn’t fail to dip her tongue into several times during her exploration. She wanted to take her time, but she knew it was driving Vanessa crazy. There’ll be plenty more time to explore, she told herself.

Every time she looked up, Vanessa was unfailingly watching her, her eyes hooded, her lips parted. There was a deep glow in her cheeks and her chest had a sheen from how much Heather was working her. Seeing Vanessa respond this way to her touch emboldened Heather.

She travelled lower, leaving soft kisses on her lower belly. She could see faint stretch marks, no doubt from carrying Jules and it made her smile. As she got closer to the patch of dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair, Heather suddenly became aware of the heady smell of Vanessa’s pussy. It was so different from her own, and right then, she realized that she was in alien territory.

She felt her confidence slipping. She was not sure of how to go about this anymore. Heather looked up at Vanessa and her uncertainty must have been plainly visible.

“Heather,” Vanessa whispered, sitting up. “Hey, you ok?”

Heather nodded, “Yes, I just… I don’t know what will make you feel good,” she murmured, blushing.

Vanessa smiled, “Look at me,” she whispered, “You don’t have to do this if you’re not sure.”

“What? No! I want to. I just… what if I don’t do it right?”

Vanessa nodded. “Honey, it’s your first time. Just, just do what feels right. Trust me, mine pretty much likes what yours likes.”

“Really?”

“Yes! You’ll see, it’s really not that different.”

Heather leaned in and kissed Vanessa, nervous.

“And honey, just have fun okay? And stop if you don’t like it. I mean it.”

In her head, Heather scoffed. “Not like it?” she thought to herself. “I’m worried you won’t like what I do.” And then aloud, istanbul otele gelen escort she said, “Will you tell me if something doesn’t feel good? Will you tell me what to do?”

Vanessa nodded, a gentle smile on her face. “Yes, I’ll tell, ya. Not always in words though,” she grinned, before kissing Heather again.

“Ok, now, go back down,” she said, pushing Vanessa back into the bed, enamoured by how her breasts jiggled. Inwardly she moaned at the desire it sparked in her, suddenly hyper aware of how her panties were stuck to her pussy. Heather shook it off and directed her full attention to the little triangle in front of her. She hadn’t really taken a moment to look at it. She ran her fingers through it, making Vanessa jump. She pushed Vanessa’s legs open, giving her one last look before settling down between them.

Heather instinctively stroked Vanessa’s thighs as she visually took in the wet, glistening pussy. She noticed that her lips were bare, soft, glistening folds peeking out from between them. She place her thumbs on either side of the plump lips and pulled them apart to reveal the deep pink of Vanessa’s pussy. Her curiosity was piqued. She could see her little clit peering out from under the hood, the flaps of her inner fold, which she couldn’t wait to suck into her mouth and the darker pink of the entrance of her pussy. It was anatomically different from hers but nothing unfamiliar. She should know her way around this one, she thought.

Heather let go and looked up at Vanessa. “You’re beautiful,” she said.

“Yea? Wanna show me how beautiful?” she whispered, making Heather smile.

“With pleasure,” she said before coming face to face with Vanessa’s pussy again. She took a deep breath, inhaling her musky smell before lightly kissing her inner thigh.

Vanessa whimpered.

God she loved how this felt. She was the cause of the slight quiver in those strong thighs. She moved closer, swiping her tongue where her thighs ended. A deep groan escaped Vanessa. Heather kissed and ran her tongue around the outside of her pussy lips, feeling the slight prickliness of the shave before drawing them apart again. She had to remind herself not to draw this out. “Next time, you can take all the time you want,” she told herself. For now, she wanted to give.

Heather ran her tongue along Vanessa’s slit, not delving deep. “Hmm, that was pleasant,” she thought, sampling the slightly musky taste. Her next swipe was bolder. She drew her tongue across the length of her pussy, ending with a flick across her clit.

Vanessa cried out and Heather repeated her action a couple of more times, causing a violent shudder.

Heather sucked in the inner folds, coating them with her saliva. She spent some time licking around the folds and Vanessa let her explore before whispering, “Higher, please.”

Heather immediately complied. She knew all too well the frustration of an enthusiastic lover ignoring her clit.

She pried her pussy lips open before planting a tiny kiss on the exposed clit. With her tongue she licked around the clit, not sure how sensitive Vanessa was to direct contact. She drew circles with her tongue with an occasional flick across the sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck, Heather, yes!” Vanessa moaned, her hands flying to the back of Heather’s head. “Yes, yes, oh god.”

Heather was aware of Heather’s thighs framing her face, occasionally quivering against her cheek or her arm. The feel of neatly trimmed pubic her against her nose, prickly, all so different from lovers she’d had before.

Heather flicked her tongue side to side across Vanessa’s clit, her tongue firm and pointed. Vanessa’s movements against her mouth coated her chin in her juices. She wanted to dip her tongue in, to be consumed by her taste, her smell. But again, this was about Vanessa. She focused on Vanessa’s pleasure, spending time on spots that drew the loudest moans. Before long, Vanessa was thrusting her hips against the mouth that pleasured her.

Sensing the urgency in Vanessa’s movements, Heather wrapped her lips around Vanessa and sucked her in, lashing her with her tongue. Vanessa’s hips bucked, “Ah yes,” she growled, thrusting into Heather’s mouth. “Just like that honey,” she moaned, her hands holding Heather’s head in place. “Yes, oh god, yes fuck don’t fucking stop!”

Heather wanted to look at Vanessa, see her face, the pleasure in her eyes. But she dare not stop. She moved her eyes up, hoping to catch Vanessa’s. But her eyes were shut, her face scrunched up, her lips apart. She was doing this to her, giving her pleasure.

She could feel the quiver in Vanessa’s thighs, the tensing of her abdomen and Heather prepared to hold on for dear life, her hands ready to hold Vanessa in place as she continued to suck and lick without losing her rhythm. She could sense how close Vanessa was and she would do all she could to get her there. There was silence for a few seconds as Vanessa held her breath.

“Oh god, Heather you’re gonna make me cum so fucking… Fuck YES!”

Vanessa’s thighs clamped down against her head, her hands tightened their grip on her hair as her hips bucked wildly. Heather was prepared. She made sure her mouth was firmly planted on her clit and she lashed it without skipping a beat, slowing down once she felt Vanessa slacken.

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I felt his hand slide up under my skirt and cup my right ass cheek. I glanced over my left shoulder and gave Dave an encouraging grin. I prefer to wear thongs, so I could feel the warmth of his palm against my bare flesh. I wiggled slightly against his hand, but not enough to make our party guests suspicious.

It was a small gathering, just three other couples. Dave and I were standing behind a Tiki bar set up in the back yard. Two of the other men were chatting on bar stools on the other side. Something about mutual funds, which I was tuning out while pretending to seem interested. I knew that the angle of the bar would prevent anyone behind me in the house from seeing what Dave was doing, so I relaxed and let him fondle me.

I love having my ass and thighs touched. The best foreplay in the world is Dave kissing and stroking the backs of my thighs and ass. It can get me so hot that I beg him to fuck me. I could feel my skin growing warmer as he caressed and squeezed my ass cheeks. It didn’t take long before my pussy grew damp.

“Oh damn. Looks like we’re out of ice, Lydia” Bruce said.

“I’ll fill the bucket, honey” Dave offered. He pulled his hand from under my skirt. I looked back over my shoulder and gave him my best pouty face.

“Be right back,” he grinned.

I sort of drifted off into a sexy daydream as the two men across from me droned on. I startled when the ice bucket thunked onto the bar next to me.

“Ah, the ice!” Bruce said, and proceeded to refill his drink.

I felt Dave’s hand slide up under my skirt again. I wiggled my ass into his hand to show my approval. I leaned forward and put my elbows on the bar, which gave him easier access to my ass.

I was surprised when his fingers eased under my thong to slide up and down the crack of my ass. In the past I had tried to get him to touch me there, but he was always reluctant. Now his finger was caressing my anus. I suppressed a shudder and eased my feet further apart. My pussy was getting wetter by the second.

His hand slid down, touched the edges of my pussy lips. His finger easily parted the slippery flesh, sliding up and down over my clit.

“Ughhh…” I moaned.

“What?” Bruce asked, innocently.

“Uh…Uh huh,” I said, trying to make it sound like I was agreeing with whatever inane point he had been making. Dave’s finger left my pussy, now coated in slippery fluids, and returned to my anus, stroking the opening and coating it with my pussy juices. Was he going to do it? God, I hoped so. Oh, yes! His finger easily pushed into my now lubricated ass. He had never done this before, even though I had asked him to many times. I lay my forearms flat on the bar, gripping the edge tightly, and I hoped unobtrusively. I was so turned on that I didn’t even care if the men figured out what was going on.

“What about you Gwen?” Bruce asked, looking past me.

Panicked, I looked over my left shoulder. No Dave. Just beautiful, blonde Gwen. Her finger sawed in and out of my ass, making me half wild with need. I stared into her grinning face, too shocked to move. I could feel my face turning red.

“Oh, I don’t play the markets,” Gwen said coyly. “I’m much better with people than I am with numbers.”

She pulled her slick finger out of my anus. Giving my ass a squeeze and a pat, she moved to the other side of the bar and sat down. Fortunately, the guys were oblivious. Mumbling an excuse, I fled into the house. The rest of the party was a blur. I avoided Gwen completely; ashamed and terrified of what had happened. Everyone knew Gwen was a bit wild, but I would never have suspected she would do something like that.

I was still horny when we went to bed, and I threw myself at Dave. As he fucked me, his cock pounding into my very wet pussy, all I could think about was that wonderful finger fucking my ass. It wasn’t long before I was cumming all over him.

A couple of days later, I answered the door to find Gwen standing there. Dave was at work, so I was alone in the house. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just stood there staring at her in shock.

“Can I come in?” she asked, sweetly. “You haven’t called me, so thought I would swing by.”

I could feel my face getting red. I felt shame and humiliation for what she had done to me, and because I had liked it so much. I mumbled something, and she moved past me to sit down. I sat on the couch across from her, trying to control my shaking.

“Lydia, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Gwen said. “You didn’t know it was me. You thought I was Dave.”

“Why did you do that?” I blurted out. “What made you think I would like it?”

“I saw Dave fondling your as from you bathroom window,” she said. That was the only window in the house that could have seen the back of the bar. It had never occurred to me that someone might be there at the exact wrong moment.

“It was so sexy, watching the two of you,” she continued. “When I came downstairs, I saw Dave was talking to Denise, holding a bucket of ice. I offered to take it out kurtköy escort for him.”

Denise is a flirt. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Dave would get snared by her.

“When I saw you standing there, in that short skirt, and those beautiful thighs, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“But you’re married!” I blurted out.

“So? I love Bruce. But sometimes I have…other desires.”

“Are you a lesbian?” I asked. Oh my God! Why did I say that?

“No,” Gwen laughed. “But I am attracted to women. Particularly women with a butt and legs like yours.”

I blushed again. I knew they were my best features. I liked wearing short skirt and tight shorts to show them off. Anytime I want to seduce Dave, all I have to do is walk around wearing one of his dress shirts and nothing else.

“You know, Lydia,” Gwen continued. “I also have kind of an anal fetish. I love playing with someone’s ass.”

I swallowed hard. My throat was tight and I couldn’t speak.

“A man’s ass is okay, but nothing is sexier than the smooth, round cheeks of a woman’s ass.”

Suddenly she was the one that looked embarrassed and nervous. Up until now, she had been cool and in control.

“Lydia,” she said, her voice catching. “I…I want to touch you again, like I did the other day. You have no idea how exciting that was for me. It’s like my secret fantasy that I thought I would never get to live out. Please, Lydia.”

“I…” I croaked. Wetting my lips, I tried again. “I love Dave. I’m not going to cheat on him.”

“This isn’t about Dave or Bruce. It’s about me and you. I’m not asking you to date me. I’m asking for an afternoon. One, purely physical afternoon of sex. The kind of sex you know you’ll never get from Dave.”

I should have said no. I should have turned her away. I sat frozen on the couch caught between my forbidden desires and what I knew I should do. Gwen slid off her chair and knelt in front of me. Her face was a mixture of fear and desire.

“Let me touch you there. I want to feel your thighs and ass. I want to lick and kiss your cheeks. Please, Lydia.”

I wanted her to leave. I didn’t want to be tempted. Yet I knew Dave would never do this for me. As satisfying as sex was with him, he would never touch me there like Gwen would. It wouldn’t be love. It wouldn’t really be cheating. It would be one afternoon of surrendering to my most secret desires.

I surrendered. Twisting, I lay face down on the couch. I buried my face in the cushions. I didn’t want to see her, or for her to see me. Faceless and anonymous we could explore our desires more freely. Or at least I could.

Her hands touched my calves and I shivered. In one long, slow caress they slid all the way up my thighs to just under the edge of my shorts. Her fingers danced back down my tingling skin, but only to my knees. It felt delicious.

“Mmmm,” Gwen murmured, her hands continuing to caress and explore my thighs. God that felt nice. I could feel my pussy getting warm and damp.

Her fingers gripped the top of my shorts, tugging gently but insistently. I piked my hips and Gwen eased my shorts down my legs, taking her time. They stuck on my sandals for a moment, and then were gone.

Once again her hands started with my calves and slowly stroked and explored their way up. Finally they came to rest on my fully exposed ass cheeks. I still wore my thong, but it didn’t cover those.

“Oh, Lydia,” Gwen moaned. Her hands kneaded my ass cheeks, sending hot flashes through my groin.

When she took hold of my thong, I eagerly lifted my hips again. She half pulled and half rolled the scrap of fabric down and past my feet to vanish somewhere on the floor. I lay on the couch, my legs and ass fully exposed. It felt naughty and sexy all at once.

Her hands took the now familiar journey from my calves all the way up to my ass cheeks again. I groaned into the cushions. What she was doing to me was incredible. As her hands kneaded my cheeks, I felt a soft kiss on the back of one knee. I gasped softly.

Soft kisses slowly made their way up my thigh. I found myself gripping the couch cushions in anticipation. She stopped just short of my ass. I felt the couch shift as she climbed onto it, pushing my legs apart. There wasn’t really room for both of us in this position, so I dropped my outside leg to the floor, exposing myself even more.

Now her hands and lips where exploring my ass. I moaned, trying not to wriggle too much. My pussy was thoroughly wet. I was barely in control of myself. This was an erotic fantasy come true.

With one hand she pulled one cheek aside. Then I felt her wet finger gently probing my anus. Her spit soon coated the cleft of my ass as her finger stroked up and down the length of it, stopping to trace circles on the sensitive ring on my anus. I was shamelessly pushing my hips up off the couch.

“You are gorgeous, Lydia,” Gwen said softly. “I love doing this to you.”

I just groaned. A moment later her finger was replace etiler escort bayan by her tongue, which made a long, slow swipe from the edge of my molten liquid pussy all the way up my crack. When it reached my anus, it flicked at the puckered flesh and traced small circles. I gasped as new, strange sensations flooded my senses. The feel of her face pushed between my cheeks and her lips and tongue exploring my anus was indescribable. It was exotic and erotic, naughty and forbidden, wicked and sexy.

Her fingers slid under me to find my slick, hairless pussy lips. She stroked the outside of my wet pussy while licking and tickling all up and down my ass crack. I was writhing and groaning, trying to open myself up wider for her.

When her finger eased between my pussy lips to play with my clit, I lost it. A wild orgasm lifted me off the couch. Flailing and crying out, I reveled in the sensation of her mouth on my rear and her hand in my pussy. It seemed to go on forever.

After an eternity, my orgasm faded. I lay face down on the couch, exhausted and gasping for air. My ass was thrust upward and my legs spread as wide as that awkward position would allow. My anus still tingled.

I felt Gwen pulling and tugging me over. I did the best I could to help her, but my limbs were weak and shaking. Finally she rolled me onto my back. It was an effort to focus, but I saw that at some point she had stripped down to her panties. Damn, she was beautiful.

She pushed both her hands under my ass, grasping the cheeks firmly. Even after that incredible orgasm, her grip felt nice. Without warning, she lowered her face to my pussy. Wet heat enveloped my pussy lips.

“No!” I cried out weakly. This wasn’t what I wanted. I tried to push her head away from my overheated groin, but to no avail.

Her tongue slithered between my lips and ran up and down the slick, inner flesh. It was an amazing sensation, far better than Dave or any man had ever done. But it was wrong. I couldn’t let another woman do this to me.

When her tongue touched my clit, I cried out. A few gentle flicks and renewed need began to overcome my shame and reluctance. When her finger pushed into my anus, I surrendered to her for the second time.

Gwen’s finger moved rhythmically in and out of my ass while her mouth leisurely explored my pussy. I couldn’t stop her. I didn’t want to. I knotted my fingers in her hair and held that wonderful, agile tongue where I wanted it most.

My second orgasm was a slow rumble. My hips jerked and spasmed beneath her mouth. My ass was impaled on her finger. She didn’t let up the slow, insistent licking. I don’t know if I came multiple times, or if it was just one long orgasm. It didn’t really matter.

When Gwen rose from my splayed open crotch, I was truly spent. Drenched in sweat, my chest heaving as I gasped for air, I was unable and unwilling to cover myself. She just stared down at me, drinking in my exposed pussy with her eyes.

After a while she got up and washed her face and hands. I lay there, not even trying to cover up as she got dressed and let herself out. It was a while before I could sit up and do the same.

For the rest of the day I tried to rid myself of the images and thoughts of Gwen. I launched into a frenzy of housekeeping, doing all the little things you normally put off. Dave didn’t understand, and I didn’t try to explain. I fell asleep reliving the feeling of her face between my cheeks and her tongue lapping as my wantonly responsive rosebud.

More of the same the next day didn’t help. Thoughts and images of her between my legs, her tongue buried in my pussy, were the most disturbing to me. How could I have let another woman do that to me? Why had it felt so good?

Determined to prove to myself that I was not a lesbian, I attacked Dave that evening. I licked and sucked his cock with a gusto I had never shown before. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this horny. I was so focused on what I was doing, I almost let him cum in my mouth. At the last minute, I feverishly climbed his twitching body and greedily impaled myself.

I was so wet, I almost couldn’t feel him. I rode him hard, grinding my pussy into the base of his cock, humping him for all I was worth. All the while, in the back of my mind I was feeling Gwen’s tongue lathing the crack of my ass and lapping at my puckered anus.

Dave barely lasted sixty seconds under my assault. I came shortly after, grinding my pussy against him, imagining it was her tongue flicking against my clit. I collapsed on top of him, sobbing. He held me close, trying to comfort me, making the false assumption that my tears were about the amazing sex we had just had.

I found a note under the door the next day. ‘Had a wonderful time. We should get together again. I’ll stop by tomorrow at 2:00. If you’re not there, I’ll understand. — Gwen’

The next day, I was almost paralyzed with indecision. I changed my clothes four times. I would lock the door and bostancı escort go sit in the bedroom, silent as a mouse. A moment later I would rush to unlock it and check to see if she was in the hall, although it was hours ahead of the time. I put a note on the door explaining why I wasn’t there. Ten minutes later I ripped it down and shredded it.

I tried to tell myself it was just sex. It was the chance to explore an erotic fantasy that I would probably never find another partner for. The sensation of her hands and mouth exploring my ass were burning in my mind.

As 2:00 approached, I made one final wardrobe change. I sat on the couch staring at the locked door, alternately wishing she would walk through it and that she wouldn’t show. At the last moment, I unlocked the door and left it slightly ajar. I had barely resumed my place on the couch when Gwen cautiously pushed the door open.

I sat on the couch, wearing a bikini bottom and a short t-shirt. Nothing else. No shoes, no bra. My knees were drawn up tight to my chest with my arms wrapped around them. I must have looked like a frightened little girl.

“Oh, Lydia,” Gwen said softly, coming to sit by me on the couch. I could see the sympathy in her eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked sincerely. I nodded without looking at here. I could smell my own pussy. My juices were already flowing. I was sure she could as well.

“Tell me. Say it,” Gwen urged.

“I…I want you to do it. Do what you did before.”

“All of it?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye. I was looking at her now.

“No. Just the first part. Where you played with my rear. Um…my ass.”

“But I liked doing all of it.”

“No, please. Not the other. Just…just the part where I was on my stomach.”

Without a word, she stood and held out her hand for me. I took it and she drew me to my feet. She led me into the bedroom, to the foot of the bed, facing it. Leaving me there, she casually walked around behind me. I heard a rustling of clothes and assumed she was getting naked. I closed my eyes, trying hard not to think about her naked body.

Gwen stepped close behind me, her breasts just touching my back. Her hands found the bottom of my short t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head. She ran her hands up and down my exposed back, sending a shiver up my spine. Sliding them around, under my arms, she cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

I gasped and grabbed at her hands, pulling them from my breasts. “Please, Gwen. Not that. Just the other.”

“Okay,” she murmured, her lips an inch from my ear. Her lips explored my neck, and her hands trailed down my sides to the ties on my bikini. She deftly untied the bows while raining soft kisses on my neck. I groaned and leaned back into her.

I spread my knees so the suit would drop to the floor, but she caught the front and back in each hand. She pulled the cloth up tight against me, wedging it in my ass crack and between the lips of my very wet pussy. As she continued to kiss my neck, she sawed the fabric back and forth. I could feel it in my ass crack, softly rubbing against my expectant hole. It was also sliding back and forth over my throbbing clit. Back and forth she ran the scrap of cloth until my hips were grinding themselves against it. Releasing the front, she slowly pulled the cloth all the way through my pussy, and up through the crack of my ass.

I was now completely naked, shaking and trembling with my need. My feet spread shoulder width apart, my head thrown back, my weight resting on her chest and shoulders. Her lips and tongue were tracing patterns on my neck. I could feel her stiff nipples pressing into my shoulder blades.

Gwen pushed me up, so I was supporting my own weight, although quite shakily. With a steady, firm pressure, she continued to push me toward the bed. Rather than fall, I crawled onto it, lying face down, my legs slightly spread. My ass prominently displayed for her attention.

She crawled onto the bed behind me, forcing my legs further apart. She grabbed all the pillows, and pulling my hips up into the air, shoved them under me. My hips and ass were now raised into a pike position, offered wantonly to her every whim. My ass cheeks were slightly spread in that position, and had to resist the urge to reach back and spread them wider with my hands.

Gwen’s hands began to roam the backs of my thighs and the soft skin of my ass cheeks. I just moaned and tried not to wiggle too much. This is what I wanted, what I needed. Then I felt her face push between my cheeks and her tongue dart out to touch the puckered rosebud of my anus. I cried out softly, and gripped the bedcovers tightly in anticipation. She didn’t disappoint me.

Her tongue explored my crack from top to bottom, spending much of it’s time lapping at my anus and tracing lazy circles on it. As before, her fingers soon found my wet pussy and stroked the slick outside of my swollen labia. It felt like this went on forever as I reveled in the forbidden sensations.

Then her fingers penetrated my pussy and found my clit. Her tongue zeroed in on my anus, flicking and licking at it rapidly. I cried out as my orgasm swallowed me whole. I writhed and flailed beneath her, my hips hunching and wriggling as I was consumed with pleasure.

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Girls on the Side

Chapter One

“You fucking bitch,” Joely said in a low, almost bemused voice. I stared at her, not sure what to say or do.

“Joely, I’m sorry,” I finally managed. She looked up at me, eyes hardened like flint, and I found myself taking an involuntary step back.

“You’re sorry?” she asked, incredulous. “That’s all you have to say?”

I was silent, looking at her. She turned away from me and walked to the window of our bedroom, folding her arms across her chest.

“When did you decide this?” she asked.

I sighed. The truth was, I had known for months that our relationship was going to end. We had discussed it, at great length, but she had always convinced me to hang on — even when all my instincts screamed against it.

“Joely, come on. It’s not like this is coming from left field,” I said.

She turned and looked at me, and I was taken aback by the look in her eyes. She looked utterly lost…and although I knew it was my fault, I also knew there was nothing I could do about it.

“You promised me you would try, Collie” she said, and her chest heaved as a sob escaped from between her clenched teeth. I suppose it was a measure of how things had deteriorated — for me, at least — that although my heart wrenched painfully, I had no desire to walk over and comfort her. Heaven knows I had done enough of that throughout the course of our relationship.

I walked to the other side of the bed, opposite her, and leaned against the dresser behind me. “Honey, I did try. I’ve been trying for months, and I can’t do it anymore. Can you honestly say you’re happy with how things are?” I asked gently.

She lowered her eyes and her shoulders slumped. She knew the state of things, as little as she wanted to admit it. These days, the space between us in our bed felt like Siberia. Compared to how we used to be, so completely entwined that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, our life together had become a barren wasteland.

“Do you have to leave now?” she asked in a small, trembling voice…and in that moment I pendik escort knew, in spite of what the consequences would be, that I would end up staying with her for one more night. ‘One more night,’ I promised myself as I walked around to her side of the bed and took her in my arms. She wrapped herself around me like a limpet, and as I held her and stroked her hair, I thought, ‘One more night, then it’s over and I’ll leave.’ I almost convinced myself it was true.

I got her into bed and excused myself to the kitchen, where I got a glass of water and drank deeply. I knew she was waiting for me and would cling to me and probably try to make love to me, and the thought exhausted me physically and emotionally. I emptied the glass and set it in the sink, then walked back down the hall to the bedroom.

Once again, my instincts were screaming at me, and I even briefly envisioned a scene in which I walked in, turned on the light, grabbed a suitcase, and ran out before she could stop me. I actually paused just inside the doorway and felt my heart pounding at the possibilities…but then I heard her voice call out to me and I went to her.

I crawled into bed next to her and she turned to me immediately, molding her body into mine. She clenched one fist in the t-shirt I was wearing and put her other hand on my face, tracing along my jaw and cheek. There was a time her touch made me shiver and ache with desire, but now all it did was make me sad. I reached up and took her hand in mine, holding it still.

“Joely,” I murmured softly. “Please don’t.”

She made a tiny noise in her throat and let her hand fall between us, but she was still holding on to my shirt. I knew she was going to cry before she started, and I braced myself for the loud, wracking sobs I had come to expect…but she startled me by crying almost silently. Her whole body was clenched so hard that I was afraid she’d pull every muscle in her body, and before I knew it I had wrapped both of my arms around her and was rocking her, rubbing her back and trying to quiet her.

“Joely, shhh,” I whispered. “Honey, please don’t cry.” In response, she inched even closer to me, her face buried in the hollow of my neck. etiler outcall escorts Against my will, the feel of her warm breath on my throat began to do something to me, and I pulled her closer. I felt her shift and press her groin into mine, and my heart began to pound faster. Her free hand found its way to my back and slid up under my shirt, and I felt her nails dig into me.

Startled, I tried to pull away from her but she held me tighter and began to kiss my throat. Before I knew it, my hands were tangled in her hair and she was kissing my mouth, her hands sliding up under my shirt to my breasts, making my nipples hard. I gasped as she took my bottom lip in her teeth, then kissed me fiercely. My body responded to her as it had for so long, with longing and desire so strong that it made me ache. I heard her moaning deep in her throat as she felt me respond to her, and even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t stop.

I rolled over on top of her and kissed her, my hands stroking her hair. Our breasts pressed together, and I heard her whimper as she pushed me up and pulled my shirt up, her mouth greedily sucking at my breast. I gasped as her teeth scraped my sensitive nipple, then felt her tongue flicking as she sucked on me. In my head I was cursing her because she knew how much that turned me on, yet I was powerless to stop her. I pulled her head closer as she sucked me, then pushed her back and bent to kiss her again. She responded with greed and desperation, her mouth pressed hard against mine, and the roughness of her need only fueled my fire.

I felt her legs open up and I slid between them, the shock of her hot skin against mine making me gasp again. I had nothing on except my t-shirt, and only now did my tired, overheated brain realize she was completely naked. I ground into her, feeling her wetness against me, and she grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. We kissed again, our bodies pressing into each other, and I felt her wrap her legs around my ass and lift herself up into me.

I slid one hand down between us and touched the center of her, moaning when I felt how wet she was. Wet and hot and slick and hard under my touch, I began etiler escort stroking her clit lightly until her hips were thrusting against my hand. She bit my lip and dug her nails into my back as I stroked her. I kept the lightest pressure on her until she moaned into my mouth, then I slid inside her and began fucking her, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I moved in and out of her warmth. Her hips were thrusting faster and faster and her nails raked against my back as she came, hard and fast and loud.

She shuddered and her legs stretched out as they always did when she came, and her nails dug in just deep enough to hurt. I backed away and tried to move, but she held on tight and rolled me over onto my back. I was caught by surprise, because usually after an orgasm so intense she needed time to catch her breath. Not this time, apparently. I looked up at her and she hovered over me, her hair tickling my face.

I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed a hand over my lips and shushed me. She ran her fingertips from my forehead down to my chin and kissed me, then slowly made her way down my body, her lips brushing against me lightly, her tongue leaving a trail of cool wetness down my stomach.

My mind began to scream at me then, telling me to make her stop before things went too far…then I felt her tongue part my swollen lips and slide along my sensitive clit and all reason escaped me. I arched my back as she teased me and slid her fingers inside me, my fingers in her hair, her tongue swirling around, sucking me into her mouth. I felt my orgasm begin to build and I cried out as the wave of it washed over me, my clit throbbing, the walls of my pussy contracting as spasm after spasm hit me. I felt her kissing my pussy, the insides of my thighs, then working her way up as she slid back up on top of me.

She kissed me deeply and I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, then she slid down next to me and put her arm over my stomach. We lay there, our breathing slowing down even as my mind was racing. I couldn’t think of a thing to say, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep anyway. Just as my overworked mind began to shut down and my body started to relax, I felt her murmur against my shoulder.

“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” she said, then her body relaxed and she began breathing deeply, probably as emotionally drained as I was.

My heart froze and I stopped breathing, but before I could say anything my exhaustion overtook me and I fell backwards into the darkness.

To be continued…

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Living with Paige was pure hell for Ally. Every moment she was around was like slow, agonizing torture which Ally often likened to having dull screws driven deep into her skull while having her heart ripped violently and awkwardly from her chest by hateful vultures. Well, maybe not that bad, but it definitely sucked in the worst possible way.

It was not that Paige was a bad roommate or anything. She was probably the best roommate Ally had ever had. She was neat, clean and quiet. She knew instinctively, almost the second she moved in, how not to get on Ally’s bad side. Hell, she even put the toilet paper roll in the dispenser the exact right way (over the top and pulled from the front) AND never once, no, not one single time, in the entire six months they’d lived together, missed her turn at doing the dishes. She’d even done them when it was Ally’s turn, without complaint or even a single, passive aggressive look.

She was also, to put it bluntly, fun as hell. She was funny, smart and quick. When they threw parties (something they did rarely due to their personalities and work/class schedules), Paige was generally the center of attention, but not in a demanding, annoying way. She just seemed to always light up the room without even really trying.

And to top it all off she really was just about the best friend Ally had had in a long, long time. If Ally was having a bad day she could always count on Paige to bring her back up with a joke, an uplifting, but never cheesy speech, a perfectly rolled joint and simple conversation, or by simply listening to Ally vent regardless of how petty or silly her problem at that particular moment may have been.

So, in short, Paige was the perfect roommate. Still, living with her was absolute torture. On the surface it made absolutely no sense. But to put it simply, Ally was pretty sure she was in love with Paige.

And not just puppy love or a girl crush or even that platonic kind of love that two close girlfriends can share if they have the right personality, and is often faked by the more shallow. No, it was real love, very adult and very physically oriented. Ally wanted nothing more than to ravage Paige’s perfect little body and make her scream out her name in pure orgasmic bliss all night, every night until she simply couldn’t take it anymore, or until Ally’s tongue and fingers fell off from overuse.

This, of course, would not have been a problem at all if Paige was gay or bisexual or even just a teeny bit bi-curious, but sadly, all signs seemed to point directly and unambiguously to none of the above. Paige was just about the straightest girl Ally had ever known.

Ally, however, was anything but. Not that she’d necessarily call herself gay, but if she was bisexual she definitely leaned more towards girls then boys. She always had. Casually and seriously she’d always preferred the ladies to the guys. the casual side of her sexuality was much, much more girl oriented then her more serious, long term side, but even that had been changing. She was only twenty-one, but of the five serious relationships she’d had in six or so years of real sexual activity three had been with other women while the remainder had, of course, been with men. Well, boys really considering one had lasted only six months during her junior year of high school and the other another six months during her freshman year of college.

Both ended on sour notes, but for different reasons. The first had ended because the bastard decided that since they were both going to be attending different schools on opposite sides of the state and would most likely be breaking up anyway, it would be okay to start fucking other girls a little early at a party they were both attending. She later got back at him by eating out his kid sister at another party they both happened to be attending right before she headed off to school. She even made sure he knew all about it by doing it in the backyard on a lawn chair while he got drunk on the porch nearby.

He and his buddies on the porch actually cheered her on before they noticed what was actually going on. Then it was just his buddies cheering while he turned and puked his guts out. It was beautiful, in a cruel sort of way. She kind of hated using his little sister to get back at him, but she really didn’t seem to mind at the time and, in fact, actually hooked up with her again the next summer when Ally came back to town to avoid paying rent for a few months. Still, it was a cold thing to do and she knew it.

But that was then. She was over it.

The other relationship ended because he, insisted on having a threesome after one of his stupid friends put the idea into his head. Ally had accidentally admitted while drunk to participating in one or two herself, also while drunk. He begged for two weeks straight until she finally caved and let it happen with an intimate pendik outcall escorts friend of hers named Carlie.

Every thing was going great until Carlie brought Ally to a quick and glorious orgasm and then made out with her for five solid minutes. He freaked out. It might have made sense if he hadn’t rolled over to take a break to recover after blowing two quick loads into Carlie while ignoring Ally herself. But even at eighteen Ally knew enough not to count on logic when dealing with a bruised male ego.

That ended the threesome right then and there, but the relationship lurched on awkwardly for another two weeks of accusations of lesbianism and other colorful insults, which were often followed by quick, half hearted apologies. Those were often followed by more insults. He insisted that she no longer hang out with Carlie based on the logic that she was some kind of evil, straight girl-converting dyke who was going to turn her gay.

That was the last straw. She hadn’t even bothered arguing with him or taking the low road and emasculating him with a quick strike to his ego. She’d simply got up from the couch, collected the few things she had in his apartment and walked out the door.

She didn’t bother with revenge sex this time around, but she did end up hooking up with Carlie several times after that. She even had a semi-serious relationship going with her that actually involved more than a few threesomes though only one of them involved anyone with a penis.

It was after her relationship with Carlie that Ally pretty much gave up on relationships with men. It wasn’t because her two serious relationships with men were debacles. No, it was because she simply realized that sex with other women was just that much more satisfying. A few drunken friendly fucks aside, she hadn’t turned back since and she had no plans to. Not that men were completely off the table, but they had better be actual men and not just little boys in men’s clothes or they’d best not even bother trying.

Paige, however, was an entirely different story. Paige was something of a goody-goody when it came to sex. Not that she was a prude, but she wasn’t very experienced when Ally first met her and not much had changed since. She was much more of a relationship type person than Ally was. Casual sex was a foreign idea to her. If she wasn’t in a relationship with a guy she would make out with them and occasionally let them get to third base, but never ever any farther.

Oddly enough, Paige rarely kept a boyfriend for long. During the year Paige had lived with Ally she’d had five boyfriends none lasting more than a month. All five relationships seemed to share a similar formula and, from what Ally had gathered through their frequent conversations about sex and sex related topics, this formula had pretty much been intact since she first started dating in high school.

At first everything started out nauseatingly sweet. Almost like high school sweetheart/ puppy love crap. Ally spent a lot of time rolling her eyes and going to her room during this phase. She could deal with the cuddling on the couch, but Paige had an annoying habit of playing the cute name game. Ally could only handle so many honey buns, sweetie pies and sugar lips or whatever before she developed the urge to kick puppies and steal candy from babies and make them cry. She was always happy when this phase ended; at least briefly.

The second phase tended to make Ally a little jealous, as well as make it almost impossible for her to get any sleep. Why? Well, you should try sleeping when the girl you’re crushing on is busy screaming out her boyfriends name in the next room while the bastard fucks her hard enough to cause the bedposts to slam into the wall in a loud, rhythmic fashion.

Once, when one of her boyfriends apparently got a hold of some Viagra or something it went on for about an hour or so. If she had owned a gun Ally probably would’ve shot herself that night. Or at least the boyfriend, whose name she’d since “forgotten”. Luckily for everyone involved she didn’t.

Instead she did what she always did: she popped in one of her handful of girl/girl porn DVDs and abused herself like a woman possessed while thinking of Paige. Or, if she was lucky she’d call up whatever girl she was hooking up with at the time and go over to her apartment for some hot, nasty girl fun of her own, again while thinking of Paige.

This second phase usually lasted a week or two before it ended then bam! It was all over. Why? They just weren’t compatible or it was starting to become all about the sex or some other vague thing that Paige could never seem to elaborate on.

After that came relative peace until Paige found herself another boy. Relative peace because Ally’s crush was hardly dependent on Paige having a sex life. Ally was, after all, secretly in love with Paige not just in love with the sounds she happened to make while fucking. Besides, there were etiler escort other temptations.

Namely, Paige was extremely comfortable with her body and seemed to think nothing of walking around the house in nothing but panties first thing in the morning on a hot summer day. She also seemed to have no problem walking around in a loosely wrapped towel for a prolonged period of time after a shower occasionally even sitting down seemingly unaware that a short towel wasn’t exactly long enough to cover her more private parts. She also didn’t seem to mind walking in to the bathroom when Ally was taking her shower to use the toilet and proceeding to have a conversation with Ally like nothing was going on.

It wasn’t like she was unaware of Ally’s sexuality. Ally was never shy about telling anyone she was bi. Even if she had been Paige would not have had a hard time figuring it out when Ally brought a girl home, took her directly to her room and then proceeded to have less than discreet sex with her. This tended happen fairly often. She was hardly a slut, but sex was definitely a part of her life.

No, Paige knew all about Ally’s attraction to other women. She simply didn’t care. As far as she was concerned Ally was just another girl. They had the same parts. What was there to hide?

The idea that Ally might like those parts Paige was all too willing to display never seemed to cross her mind. She was just a silly, little, super hot straight girl who never even thought about other girls and what they might want to do to her if only she’d let them.

And she was definitely hot. By Ally’s standards, Paige was physical perfection. She was short without being tiny; thin without being skinny. She had a belly that stuck out ever so slightly in a way that made Ally want to tackle Paige and ravage her whenever it was exposed. It was like a little pillow she wanted to place soft kisses on and maybe a few nips.

Her feet were a work of art. Perfectly shaped with the cutest toes that Paige kept tastefully pedicured at all times and which Ally desperately wanted to suck. In fact, she often offered to give Paige foot massages just to touch them, because, yes Ally definitely had something of a foot fetish.

Paige’s breasts were also simply beautiful. Perfect, little mounds that fit her body just right, topped with the cutest little nipples that threatened to draw Ally in if she wasn’t careful. Much like Paige’s completely bare pussy which was simply beautiful to Ally’s eyes. It was just a perfect little slit that seemed to draw her eyes in every time with it’s simplistic beauty.

Add to that a cute, oval of a face with large, piercing green eyes, shoulder length, silky black hair and perfect light brown skin from her father’s partial Mexican heritage and one could easily see why Ally was in lust with her relatively innocent friend.

Not that Ally was a slouch. She was proud of her body, but not arrogantly so. In high school she had been an athlete, playing soccer and running track until she blew her knee near the end of her junior year. The injury prevented her from going back into competitive sports, but she still took a lot of pride in maintaining her physique.

She tried very hard to walk the thin line between femininely toned and androgynously muscular. She was most proud of her tight belly and what she had been told by several lovers was a wonderfully shaped butt and long, shapely legs.

She was a wee bit taller than Paige. Those long, shapely legs that helped so much in track were a good part of it. Her breasts were also just a smidge larger, but, again, it wasn’t like it was a huge difference. In fact, she’d actually worn one of Paige’s bras before thanks to a laundry mix up and similar taste in undergarments and while it was a tad tight it was more because she was little thicker than Paige and less because of her cup size.

Her face was also a bit more angular, but still soft and feminine. Ally’s eyes also weren’t quite as prominent being a calming darker blue which went well with her just past shoulder length natural blonde hair. Well, when it was blonde anyway. She did tend to dye it on occasion. Usually tastefully with just a few highlights here and there, but on occasion she’d go for a nice pink or blue or some times a shade of green or purple.

Really though, she was just a fairly average, cute, younger women who tried to get by more on her wit than her looks, and tended to judge others by that same standard. Paige may have been deliciously cute in the physical sense, but it was her personality that won Ally over despite the inevitable failure of any potential relationship with her.

Still, it wasn’t like any of that mattered. Paige was still straight and she still drove Ally absolutely insane with lust despite the fact that she and Ally would never be together, not even for one, glorious night.

Or, at least, that’s what Ally thought. She was wrong, but, she had no way istanbul outcall escort of knowing just how wrong she had been for so very, very long until the night that changed everything between them.

The thing was Paige was nowhere near as inexperienced in the realm of feminine romance as Ally assumed. She was hardly an out and open bisexual, but she had done of a few things that would’ve shocked and emboldened Ally had she known of her roommate’s hidden curiosity.

Why? Well, quite simply, despite what her extroverted personality might say to the contrary, Paige was shy, especially when it came to sex. There was a reason she never indulged in more casual sex even when most of friends had no problem with it. She had to be extremely comfortable with someone before she’d even think of giving into any sexual advances.

Only one girl had ever managed to break through her defenses and get her to open up to the possibilities that existed in the more feminine side of sexuality. It had been a glorious experience and, to be honest, probably the single most passionate, fulfilling relationship she’d ever had. It had also ended up being one of the most sexually confusing nine months of her young life

Still, those nine months with Hailey during her senior year of high school were pure bliss in a lot of ways. The questions may have driven her a little mad after it broke off as abruptly as it did, but she wouldn’t have given them up for anything. In fact, what she wanted most in the world was to have them back. There was just one little problem: she had no idea how to go about getting it. It wasn’t just because she was shy when it came to initiating intimate contact. It had much more to do with the fact that she simply had no idea how to go about starting the relationship.

Hailey was the only girl who was either able or willing to break through Paige’s considerable defenses and get to the deviant, little freak who laid in wait just underneath the surface. Not that there weren’t other girls that tried, but Paige was no different with women than she was with men. She required a massive reserve of patience on the part of her suitors regardless of gender, and most people just didn’t have it.

Paige was on the verge of giving up thinking she’d have to settle for her memories for the rest of her good, but still somewhat empty life. It was a heavy load for a girl not yet old enough to drink to carry with her, but it seemed to be what life intended for her. That is until she met Ally. Ally was a dream come true. She was cute, funny, loved awesome music and, more importantly, she loved other girls. She was also apparently absolutely convinced that Paige was one hundred percent straight and had no apparent plans to even attempt to change that fact.

Still, they became fast friends after meeting in their freshman art history class. Paige broke up with her only long time boyfriend since her relationship with Hailey and was forced to make a decision between moving back into the dorms (yuck) and moving back home at about the same time that Ally was trying to find a roommate. The cards seemed to show a winning hand for both.

Yes, it was a good deal but like Ally,Paige was hardly as satisfied as she would’ve liked and for much the same reasons. She had hoped they’d have been fucking by now, but Ally simply refused to change her mind about Paige’s sexuality.

Not that it was all her fault. Ally really had no reason to believe Paige was anything but straight. Hell, even Paige was amazed by the amount of boyfriends she’d had in the year they’d lived together and the short duration of all the relationships. The reason for them was simple, however. She fucked all those guys, some of whom she honestly barely even liked, because she had to distract herself from what she really wanted more than anything. That, of course, was the girl in the next room.

That was the only reason these relationships didn’t last long. It was also the reason she was willing to get so wild with her boyfriends, letting them do things to her she honestly never imagined letting anyone do to her.

She’d done a lot of the stuff that one guy and one girl could do together minus scat and blood play and several other things she never thought she would consider: A little light bondage here, some ass to mouth there and several things in between. Spanking, paddling, ass licking, anal beads (for her and one particular guy), sex in the car, in the shower, on the couch, in the laundry room, in the kitchen, at her job, at his job in the park, under a bridge, in a public restroom and on and on and on. She’d done plenty and none of it was enough to distract her from what she really wanted, but had no idea how to go about getting.

Paige had tried though in her own little way. Those apparently innocent displays of Paige’s hidden assets that drove Ally mad with frustration were anything but innocent. Ally never seemed to take the hint, though. How she could miss that fact that Paige would very deliberately find a place to sit where her exposed pussy was directly in Ally’s line of sight was beyond Paige. Hell, half the time Paige would actually go so far as to move a chair or sit cross legged on the floor right in front of her roommate when there were more logical seating options to be had.

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The Girls:

Paige- A bachelorette, looking to get the most out of her last weekend of freedom. She has black, wavy hair, down to the middle of her back; Bright green eyes, fair complexion. She is 5’5″, about 135lbs. Nice perky, B-cup tits. She’s wearing black stilettos, a short, red halter dress with a matching red, lace thong and no bra.

Leah- Paige’s work-b.f.f. and bridesmaid. She is the edgiest of the group, with straight, bright-red hair (shoulder length).She has brown eyes, tan skin(of Hispanic decent). She is 5’8″tall, about 125lbs. She is very toned with a firm, round ass and $10,000 perfect c-cups. Leah is wearing a very low-cut, backless, top; It’s a glittery, silver color paired with a skin-tight black leather mini skirt, silver 7 inch heels and absolutely nothing else.

Tasha- Paige’s friend from college and a bridesmaid. Mia is a sexy lawyer. Mia is half African American. She has light brown, curly hair and big brown eyes. She is an even 5 feet tall, and about 135lbs. She is mocha-brown and the most voluptuous. She has big, natural double ds and a big ass to match. She is wearing her little black dress that hugs every curve and barely covers her ass. Underneath she’s rocking a matching black strapless bra and satin boy-short panties.

Mia- Paige’s B.F.F. since high school çamlık escort and her maid of honor. Mia is a beautiful Italian women with long, brown hair, brown eyes, and olive skin. She is a model, working in Chicago. Mia is 5’11” tall, about 120lbs. She has a very thin and toned body with perky, A-cup tits, and a small round ass. She is wearing a sheer, white blouse, and designer blue mini skirt. She makes it even sexier by forgetting a bra, letting her dark pink nipples show thru.

*

I’m excited about this trip, Leah, I can’t wait until this plane lands!

Oh yeah, I know, same here. I have a feeling that we’re going to have the time of our lives.

Ha, yeah, at least the time of MY life, after this trip I am going to be Mrs. Paige Rodgers. So, no more trips to Chicago with my girls.

Later that afternoon…

Paige and Leah, we’re over here!

Hey! Mia and Tasha, oh my goodness I missed you too!

So, are you ready for the big weekend, or better yet the big day???

Yes, especially the big weekend!

The four girls enjoyed catching up with each other at dinner before heading out to some bars and night clubs. They partied and did body shots on each other…and a few lucky guys. They danced with each other, catching etiler escort everyone’s attention as they grinded up against one another. Leah rocked her hips and spanked Tasha as she bent over and bounced her ass. Paige held Mia at the hips as she grinded her ass against Paige’s pussy to the music. After the night clubs all closed they caught a cab to their hotel.

Wow, ladies did y’all know this suite has a private hot tub!

No. damn, and we didn’t pack bikinis.

Well I am not shy, Leah. I’m about to get in naked!

Yeah, me too, who cares, we’re all girls aren’t we?

Come on Leah, let’s just get in. They’re right.

Okay…

Mia, will u reach behind you and turn on the jets?

Yeah, good thinking Paige.

Ahh, this is nice… Leah, are you alright?

Yeah, sorry, I got to get away from this jet, it’s tickling my womanhood!

So, I like it. After all that fun at the bar my pussy needs some tickling!

I’m with you on that one girl!

The ladies all giggled and agreed that they wanted some stimulation. After the giggling stopped, it got very quiet. Then all of a sudden Tasha turned around on the hot tub bench and positioned her pussy right on the water jet. Paige, Mia, and Leah looked at her in disbelief, bağdat caddesi escort then looked at each other. Then they all followed suit. The room was full of different moans of ecstasy as the vibrations from the water stimulated their clits. Then, Mia got some courage and reached over and began to play with Tasha’s erect nipple. Tasha looked at her and got up from the jet. Mia turned around and sat on the edge. Tasha began to eagerly lick and munch her sweet mound.

Ohhhhh Tasha! Yes!

Paige and Leah watched for several moments. Then Paige got up and went behind Tasha and started fingering her pussy from behind.

Mmm, there you go Paige! Now put another finger in my behind!

Hold on Paige, I got something you’ll like.

Leah leaves the tub and returns with a 10″ dildo. She gets behind Paige and and begins to massage her cunt. After a couple minutes she shoves her dildo up Paige’s dripping wet pussy from behind. All the girls begin to climax at the same time. When they come back down they decide to continue their orgy on the bed. Leah and Mia sixty nine as Paige fucks Tasha in the ass with Leah’s dildo. After several minutes they decide to switch it up. Paige and Leah scissor each other while they take turns licking and sucking each other’s tits. Mia plays with Tasha’s huge tits while Tasha pounds her pussy with the dildo. After about an hour they all pass out on each, Leah didn’t even bother pulling her dildo out of her pussy.

They spent the last two days partying, dancing and fucking each other’s brains out.

I guess I can say It was my trip of a lifetime!

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On Sunday afternoon I bought Jordan lunch before delivering her back home. She directed me through a series of rural turns then down a long country lane. Before turning down the slushy gravel drive to her parent’s house I stopped on the side of the road, put my car in park and took Jordan’s left hand. I looked into her stunning eyes and said, “I want you to know how much this weekend has meant to me. Not just because of what we did, but because we spent it together. If this is too much please know that you can pull the plug without any hard feelings. If you never want to speak of this again I will understand but I want you to know that I’m not sorry and that your friendship means more to me than anything.”

I spat all of that out faster and more nervously than I intended to. By the end of it I was close to hyperventilating and I was staring at my hands. They seemed to have taken a death-grip on Jordan’s petite fingers.

Jordan looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Suzanne, I’ve never had a friend like you, and I’m not just talking about the sex. I feel like I can be real with you and I don’t want that to end. Having a friend ask me to her house is a special thing. I don’t want any part of this to complicate our work situation either. I know that I started all of the sexual stuff and I hope you don’t feel ambushed. If I took advantage of the situation it was not premeditated.”

The poor thing was scared that she had forced herself on me! This underscored the importance of our friendship to me. Her words were therapeutic and her maturity was showing again. A wave of affection for her washed over me. It was so vitally important for me to have her in my life.

“I don’t feel like I was ambushed, Jordan!” I said. “I feel like we shared a special experience and I was a willing participant – in case you didn’t notice. I enjoyed hanging out with you and the other stuff….neither one of us saw that coming. Honestly, you helped me discover something I have had in the back of my mind for a long time. As for our work relationship, I think we are both mature enough to handle things. I cherish the friendship we’ve built, Jordan. I’ve never had a close friend at work and I don’t want to give that up unless you think it’s absolutely necessary.”

She thought a minute and then said, “Suzanne, this was way out of character for me. Lest you think some rogue lesbian was on the prowl and hunted you down, you should know that I’ve been with only two people sexually in my entire life – three now. I was a virgin when my husband married me. After he divorced me I had sex with his little sister as an act of revenge – well, sort of. She came to my apartment to get some of her brother’s things and I recalled how she tried to drunk-kiss me at my bachelorette party. I shut her down pretty hard back then because that just wasn’t my thing but this particular day I was mad and horny, she was cute, and things just sort of happened. We met regularly for about a year after that and I will admit that I manipulated the situation so that my ex was able to ‘accidentally’ catch me sitting on his little sister’s face in his old bedroom at his parent’s house – something he never did. I seldom see her anymore but what we had is over and we are both OK with that.”

The shocked look on my face must have been funny because she giggled at me. “Suze, you are my best friend whether this continues or not. Of all the people in the world I should know better than to become involved with someone who has a mate – married or not. I kind of feel like the other woman now.”

“Hon, I can see why you would say that,” I said, “but I know Gary well enough to believe that he won’t have a problem with what we did. I would never have done this if I thought he would mind. He is important to me,” I said, looking her in the eye. “I believe he is the man I will stay married to for the rest of my life and I won’t mess that up.”

“You shouldn’t,” was her reply.

I then drove down her gravel drive in the tracks left by her dad on his way in and out of their long driveway. I put my car in park then leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Thanks for a wonderful yenişehir escort weekend,” I said blushing.

She smiled broadly and replied, “See you tomorrow at work, Suzanne.”

Later that night Gary and I were talking on the phone near midnight as we did a couple of times each week due to his screwed-up schedule. Things were getting pretty naughty and we were both in the throes of masturbation when I once again verbalized my fantasy that a woman was eating me out while I was giving him a blow job. I described the sensations, sights and smells and both of us climaxed hard. As we slowly came down from our sexual high, we talked for another hour and I told him what had been heavy on my mind for a couple of days. I told him that Jordan spent the weekend due to the snow and that we had fooled around some.

He grew quiet and I felt like crap for springing this on him when he was 200 miles away. He asked only two questions of me. First, he asked if I had second thoughts about our long term relationship which we both thought of as exclusive and permanent. Even though he had never formally asked “the question” we both talked about the eventuality of marriage. My reply to him was that I was more determined than ever to be his mate for as long as I lived – married or not. I told him that my love for him was complete and permanent.

Then he asked what my future relationship with Jordan was going to be. I told him that Jordan was my best female friend and I hoped this would not change things too drastically. I also told him with all honesty that his opinion on the matter would determine whether I brought Jordan to our bed or if I needed to sever all ties with her – or anything in between.

That might sound odd to most people but I was (and still am) a very old-fashioned girl with strong ideas about the give-and-take of relationships. Gary was the center of my universe and my relationship with him was my main concern. I would do anything for him and I needed to know whether I had gone too far. Was he hurt by me being intimate with a woman outside of our fantasies. I assumed that he would be OK with this since it was a recurring theme of our fantasy life, but now that we stood at this crossroad I wasn’t completely sure. Gary loved me more than anyone ever had and I would have severed my intimate relationship with Jordan if Gary had wanted that. He is very discerning about social and relationship issues.

His next words spoke volumes about his love for me. “I can’t expect the two of us to fantasize about this so frequently without your curiosity being aroused enough for you to want to take that step. Our fantasies are an important part of our sex life. Suzanne, I want you to marry me and be my wife in every way for the rest of our lives. If you promise yourself to me then we’ll figure out the rest.”

“Babe, I want to marry you more than anything,” was my reply. “I have never loved a man like I love you.”

Gary said, “I know that you like the idea of bringing another woman to our bed and I may eventually consent to that if the situation is perfect but you are the only woman I ever want to be intimate with, Suzanne. I want to say that I really don’t care what you do sexually with Jordan but I worry about whether it will change our relationship. Just promise me that you won’t hide anything from me.”

I made that promise to him and just like that it was settled. I lie awake for another hour after Gary hung up thinking that my marriage proposal from him happened while we were 200 miles apart and with our own hands covered in self-pleasuring goo. Talk about old fashioned romance!

In the ensuing weeks my relationship with Gary became stronger than ever – maybe it was the heightened level of openness and trust. He was in town more frequently now and had moved much of his clothing here. I didn’t know if he was deliberately trying to be more visible to protect what he thought of as his but I did know something was different and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He treated me, as always, like a precious China doll but there was something on his mind – I knew it. etiler otele gelen escort

Gary and Jordan were at my place at the same time frequently now. Jordan slept over in the guest room a few times when Gary was in town and it was just too late for her to make the long drive home.

Gary’s protective side included Jordan, just as it did me, and it seemed like she was a little sister to him in many ways. He took to calling her “JoJo” and she had even coaxed a couple of foot rubs from him in the evenings when we were all together. He and Jordan seemed to genuinely like each other and their comfort level grew independently of that of Jordan and myself. Jordan consulted him a few times for advice on things like her car. It was Gary that suggested that Jordan be allowed to keep a wardrobe and toiletries at my townhouse for convenience. This gave me a great excuse to buy pretty clothes for her and I did quite regularly since I knew her sizes and her tastes.

One evening Jordan had consumed way too much alcohol and fell asleep in the living room while the three of us were watching a movie. I asked Gary for help putting her to bed so he picked her up and carried her to “her” room with me following closely behind. I turned down the bed and he laid her on the sheets. He kissed her on the head, kissed me on the lips so tenderly that my nipples hardened, and then left me to tuck her in. I removed everything except for her panties and brushed her messy hair from her forehead. I couldn’t resist cupping one of her breasts and giving it a gentle squeeze before covering her up, turning out the light and closing the door.

I straightened up the house while Gary locked things up then I walked into my bedroom just as Gary was turning down our bed. He wrapped me in his arms and kissed me sensually, causing my crotch to throb. The bulge in the front of his jeans made it clear that he was excited about bedtime. Our kisses deepened and soon we were both standing naked, clothes strewn about, as Gary turned my back to the bed and pushed me down gently. My legs went up into the air signalling that I was more than ready and I reached between us to grasp his hard cock and guide it into me. He entered me in a single motion until he bottomed out against my cervix. I moaned loudly. God, I loved it when he filled me up!

We experienced sex Gary’s way with passionate kisses and long, powerful strokes that made my beasts bounce each time he trust himself into me. It took him about 20 minutes to work me into a powerful climax and I screamed a little louder than I intended to when it hit me. He kept going at his pace until a few minutes later when he suddenly pulled out and spewed out one of the largest loads he had ever given me. The first spurt splashed across my left nipple onto my shoulder and the rest ended up all over my abdomen and matted in my light brown landing strip.

I reached between us and grasped his cock again as it slowly deflated, loving the feel of his hot, slimy organ. I pulled gently a few times to milk the last of him and started to spin myself around to clean him properly with my mouth. I was anticipating the taste of his cum mixed with my own juices but when I started to turn around I noticed that the bedroom door was wide open. I started to giggle so Gary looked over his shoulder and noticed it too. The hallway was dark….and empty.

Gary exhaled and then collapsed on me and he made a face as he realized that he was now coated with the mess he left on me. “Oops,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Let’s go shower, babe.” He kissed me tenderly again and then wiggled himself against me, playfully smearing the goo all over both of us then we got up.

I pushed the door to the bedroom closed and heard the shower start. I climbed in behind Gary just as the water was heating up and I wrapped my arms around him, sloshing the water around on his chest and abdomen to help rinse his spent seed down the drain. After a few minutes I turned him around and sank to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth. I loved the feel of his soft cock on my tongue and I sucked a few avrupa yakası escort drops out of him before standing and hugging him tightly.

He placed his right hand between my legs, cupping my sex. I knew what he wanted but it took a few seconds for me to start dribbling. Then I was able to release everything in my bladder, overflowing his hand and turning the shower floor yellow. When I finished he kissed me deeply as he squeezed my firm ass cheeks. We finished our shower by slowly soaping each other up and making sure we were thoroughly rinsed. It was somewhat sensual but mostly loving. These are the memories that last a lifetime.

I slept until almost 9am when the smell of breakfast woke me. I emptied my bladder (without help this time), ran a brush through my tangled hair and brushed my teeth before throwing on a short silk robe and making my way to the kitchen. Jordan was sitting at the counter talking to Gary and the smell of strong coffee and bacon filled the air. Jordan looked hungover but she perked up when I walked into the room with my hoo-ha barely covered.

Gary said, “Holy cow!”

Jordan quipped, “Yeah, what he said!” She seemed both shocked and embarrassed by her words and put her face in her hands. I was embarrassed for her since this was the first time any of us had acknowledged the elephant in the room. It wasn’t like we had danced around it, but physical affection or attraction between Jordan and I hadn’t been spoken of.

To lighten the mood I took a bow forward allowing my barely-contained breasts to make their presence known, then I turned around to take another bow – knowing that this short robe would not be able to cover my bare treasure underneath. In unison they both whispered, “Damn.” I knew my ass was nice but seeing my shaved honeypot on such shameless display was bound to get a reaction. The moment passed and we somehow managed to regain our composure and get on with our day.

Though Jordan didn’t live at my house permanently (she was given a key by Gary) she cooked and cleaned regularly – usually singing off-key at the top of her lungs. She was a unique spirit and I valued her company a great deal, especially those weeks when Gary was working so far away. We spent a lot more time between each other’s legs but that was not the focus of our relationship. Gary seemed happy that I had finally found a close friend, telling me that I was too much of a loner before she came along.

Despite my frequent nudging Gary made it clear more than once that he would not have sex with her under any circumstances but that my physical relationship with her was not a threat to our love. He began encouraging her to join us for dinners out on the town more often which I took as a good sign. We went to movies and on a few short day trips as a threesome. It was directly attributable to him that the three of us grew in our comfort level together.

I still longed for a threesome with the two of them but Gary stood firm. One evening when Jordan was driving me to an intense orgasm I told her that I wanted to see Gary behind her fucking her hard while she was eating me. That made me cum harder than I had in a long time. Yet another time I talked about Gary jacking himself on my breasts while she ate me and, again, I had a great orgasm. Jordan played along and even admitted that she wanted to be a part of our lovemaking someday. She didn’t know to what extent that was wanted – or even possible. Honestly, I didn’t think she was as turned on as I was over the prospect.

For the preceding two years Gary and I had rented a small house in the mountains for our end-of-summer vacation and Gary surprised me by suggested we bring Jordan with us this year. The house was owned by one of his clients and, even though it was way too large for us with 4 bedrooms and a pool, the rate we got was so good that it seemed a shame to spend more money for some tiny condo with barely enough room to move around.

About a month before the scheduled departure date Jordan and I were at lunch on a particularly slow day I asked her if she would consider vacationing with us. The surprise on her face was priceless and she must have asked a hundred times if Gary and I were sure about the invitation. I assured her that, if she wanted to go, I would work out our vacation schedules at the bank to make sure we both had the same week off work. I had the feeling that Gary had an announcement to make but honestly didn’t know what it could be.

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During the entire flight, Lena wondered what she was getting herself into. Spending a semester abroad hadn’t been her idea, but it was something her brother had pioneered, and she was expected to follow suit. She was nervous, and already a little homesick, but most of all Lena wondered how she’d fit in. Prior to her departure, she’d read up as much as she could about America, and the places she’d be, but none of that told her how the other students would be, or how they’d treat her. Her phone conversations with the girl who’d be her roommate were reassuring, Racheal seemed to be quite nice and very understanding. From the way she sounded, Lena hoped she’d be one of the more popular girls, and able to help her fit in. They’d also exchanged photos, so each one knew what to expect the other to look like. Lena’s final thoughts were interrupted as the stewardess came over the intercom, announcing that their flight was in it’s final approach. Lena listened carefully to the well spoken words, wondering when the next time she’d hear her native German again would be.

Once Lena got off the plane, she struggled a bit with the airport’s directional signs regarding her luggage. She knew that she had to act quickly, for her new university shuttle bus was scheduled to leave soon. It was a frantic rush to make her way through the unfamiliar airport, and Lena was beginning to worry that she’d be stranded here. Finally she found the baggage carousel, and she searched through the bags to find her own. Just as she managed to wrestle the last of her bags off the conveyor, a familiar voice called out her name, “Lena! Hey, Lena, is that you?”

Lena’s eyes scanned the crowd to see who it was that knew her. It took her but a moment, and she recognized Racheal calling and waving to her. Those phone conversations and their exchange of photographs had been worth it. Lena waved back, “Hello, Racheal, here I am.” Her English was colored with a slight accent, not the comical German from Hogan’s Heroes, rather a very refined voice, well studied in languages. Racheal saw her and hurried over.

“Hey, there, how was your flight?” asked Racheal. They embraced in a hug, so common to young girls, and Racheal moved to help Lena with her bags.

“I am tired, so dead tired,” was Lena’s reply, although she was happy to see her new roommate cared enough to come meet her. This was starting out so much better than her first year in the university back at home. Racheal certainly seemed friendly enough, and the two of them soon had all of Lena’s bags in tow and were heading out for Racheal’s car.

“I thought you might be tired, it’s a long flight isn’t it?” asked Racheal. Lena nodded in response, and Racheal continued. “So anyway, I figured you’d rather get a ride to campus instead of getting crammed on that shuttle bus. Besides, it gives us a chance to get acquainted, right?”

Lena had to agree with Racheal’s thinking, and the two girls got everything packed into Racheal’s care and headed off. Along the way, they discovered that they shared many common interests. Chief among them was swimming, Lena and Racheal would both be on the women’s team at the university. Otherwise, they chatted about how life at the school would be, it seemed as if Racheal was involved with anything and everything, for she was very outgoing. This was very much unlike Lena, but she was glad to have such an extroverted new friend who could show her around and introduce her to lots of new people. Soon enough, they reached the dorms and got the car unpacked. Lena was off on her grand new adventure.

Several weeks later, Lena was still a bit unhappy. The only place outside of class that she really seemed to shine was swimming. There was no doubt that she was one of the best competitors on the team, and it was not an unusual sight to see her sleek form gliding gracefully through the pool. Her relationships with her teammates was cordial but that was as far as it went. While she had generally fit in, she was still a little quiet and shy around the other girls. Racheal didn’t seem to have that problem, and Lena was desperate to fit in like her new friend. While it would mean she’d have to be a bit more outgoing than she currently was, Lena couldn’t see any alternative but to seek out Racheal’s help. One night as they finished their workout, Lena and Racheal found themselves changing together. It was then that she decided to approach Racheal for some guidance. Seeing that no one else was around, Lena spoke. “Racheal,” she began, “I was wondering if you might be of some help to me.”

Racheal looked over at her friend. Lena was already out of her bathing suit and was starting to get dressed. Already Racheal could see a lot that Lena was doing that set her apart from the group, and decided that she should help the girl rectify this. They talked while they dressed, with Lena explaining to Racheal how she didn’t feel like she fit in with everyone else, and Racheal had to agree. She suggested to Lena that she be a little more outgoing when the swim team was together, and maybe they could all go out together or something. Lena agreed to that and they headed up towards the dorm. She knew that changing parts of her personality would be difficult, but Racheal said she’d kurtköy escort help. As they walked, Racheal pointed out a few things that she believed would really help Lena fit in.

To start with, Racheal noted that most of Lena’s wardrobe was nearly identical. Beyond that, the colors were all earth tones, and while that worked well with Lena’s fair complexion, it was a little boring. Besides, it almost seemed like the pale colors helped Lena to blend into the background, and that wasn’t what she wanted. Racheal explained that because she was so quiet, Lena had come across as very distant, and very conservative. From the time Racheal had spent with her as a roommate, she knew better. Lena could be very fun loving, but that side of her just didn’t show when they were out together. The two agreed that Racheal would help her work on that the next day.

Lena was delighted to hear that Racheal would help her out, and they soon reached the room they shared. Both girls undressed for bed, and Racheal glanced towards her friend. Lena was rather slim, but she did have decent muscle tone. Most of this showed in her legs, and ever Racheal couldn’t deny that her friend had a gorgeous ass. Her breasts were petite little things, which gave Lena a pixie-like appearance. Racheal both envied and pitied her, for her breasts were very full and heavy, however they always seemed to catch the right guy’s attention. That had its own drawbacks, but Racheal liked her voluptuous figure. She was nowhere near as graceful in the water as Lena, but her curves were quite well proportioned. Both women were blondes, but Lena’s hair was finer and lighter than Racheal’s, who had considered bleach to enhance her hair. Facially, Lena was possessed of very delicate features, and she had lovely green eyes that sparkled. Racheal watched her stripping to her white cotton underwear, and couldn’t contain herself any longer. “Lena,” she began. “If you don’t mind my saying so, the underwear has to go too.” Lena looked at her, puzzled by that, but Racheal continued. “You’re wearing the same kind of stuff you would’ve worn when you were twelve, and I think that some of the girls think that’s kind of weird.”

“Weird? What do you mean weird?”

“Well,” Racheal continued, “no one wears stuff that plain anymore. Liven it up a bit. I’m not saying that you have to dress trashy, but everyone sees you change in and out of your bathing suit everyday. Just try something to fit in.”

Lena wasn’t quite sure she liked the sound of that. Before she could come up with a counter, Racheal added, “Also, you don’t have to dress exactly like me, that wouldn’t work for you. Just a little less plain.” That seemed to reassure Lena. She had seen Racheal’s undies, and wasn’t quite sure if she liked them, for like several other girls on the swim team, Racheal lived in thongs. In fact, the one Lena saw her wearing right now was so skimpy it barely qualified even as that. She couldn’t imagine how Racheal could be comfortable in that, the material was so tight over Racheal’s pussy that her lips were practically wrapped around it. Lena shuddered at the thought of having something like that on all day. In the end, she did agree to go shopping with Racheal to find some clothing that was a little less bland.

The next day, after they were finished with their classes, Racheal and Lena headed out to the mall. Lena was excited to finally be able to pick out some new things for her wardrobe that were more colorful. After all, she’d spent part of the afternoon looking over her things and couldn’t believe how plain they were. No one should own so much in browns and greys, thought Lena, Racheal was right. I do look boring when we go out. At last that was going to change. Racheal too seemed to be excited as she weaved her way through traffic to get to the mall. There were so many styles out there that would look wonderful on Lena, and she wanted to see her friend try them all! Racheal steered Lena towards one of her favorite stores, and the serious shopping began.

With Racheal’s help, Lena went on a tear. She went through rack after rack, picking out outfits that she’d only dreamed of. For the most part, Racheal steered her towards better choices in pants, while Lena’s were of the current low-waisted fashion, Racheal never thought anyone would own light brown everything. So with that, she helped Lena select a few more pieces, making sure to pick colors that worked well for Lena. Mostly, she liked a couple of black pairs, and some jeans of course, but Lena also selected a pair of white pants as well. All were tight fitting around the waist and hips, then flared out around Lena’s ankles. She looked hot in all of them, especially with her sweet buns being so tight. Racheal had to admit to herself that while she herself filled out a pair of jeans nicely, Lena seemed to be made for them. After Lena made her purchases, Racheal led her to another store that specialized in youthful fashions, and turned Lena loose on its inventory as well. Shirts were the name of the game here, and Lena tried to find some that helped to accentuate her slim figure as best she could. Racheal picked out a couple for herself that Lena liked also, but there was quite a difference etiler outcall escorts when they tried them on. Racheal’s was nearly bursting at the chest, while Lena’s showed only the barest hint of cleavage. She got the tight fitting top anyway, because it was still flattering on her even if she didn’t fill it out as nicely as Racheal did.

Racheal and Lena continued to cruise the mall, stopping in at a few more stores to add to Lena’s new and improved wardrobe. Racheal could tell just by looking at her friend what an incredible boost that this had been to her, and she fervently hoped that this would help Lena to fit in with everyone else as well. They were just about done with their shopping trip when the two of them walked past the mall’s lingerie store, and stopped to take a look. In particular, Lena was doing some serious window shopping, something that got Racheal’s notice. She had a feeling her friend would want to give this place a try, but might need a little prodding. Carefully, she took Lena by the arm, and led her inside. Lena protested a bit, but she really did want to give this place a look, privately she was glad Racheal had taken the initiative.

Once inside, Racheal selected a few delicate items for herself, then turned her attention to her roommate. Lena seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by the choices before her, and Racheal tried to help her as best she could. While it was tempting, Racheal steered Lena away from the dressier pieces of lingerie, figuring that for starters, some nice bras and panties would help. Lena pored over the available selections, nearly overcome by the myriad options she had to choose from. In this, her conservative background kicked in, for in the end, the pieces she picked out were fancy, but not overtly sexual. At least they weren’t as racy as the couple of thongs Racheal picked out for herself. Lena did try one on, to be sure, and she wasn’t quite certain that she liked the feel of it. Nevertheless, with some prodding from Racheal, Lena got a couple of them as well. Perhaps later she’d ask Racheal how she could stand it. Her friend’s tastes were definitely different than her own, but her help was valuable. With guidance from Racheal, the sets that Lena picked out were a huge improvement over the plain cotton undergarments she was used to, and the colors were mostly subdued. Rachel figured that pastels like lavender, pale pink, and light green were more suited to Lena’s personality. She did acquiesce to Lena purchasing a black satin panty set, but steered her roommate away from bright red. That could always come later, when Lena had someone to undress for. This store was the last one on their list, and when Lena was done paying, the two happy girls headed back home.

They had shared a good time, spending the night and their parent’s money at the mall. The time they’d spent together really worked to solidify their friendship, and Lena had an idea now of how the American girls thought, and how she could fit in better. Racheal and Lena sat up talking for hours that night, which was something else new for Lena, who was usually one to turn in early. Eventually, she did realize that it was getting late, and she started getting ready for bed. Racheal followed suit, and before long both girls had stripped down to their underwear. Lena noticed Racheal was wearing one of her thongs, and she finally broke down and asked “How can you stand to wear that thing?”

“What, you mean my thong?”

“Yes.”

“Well,” began Racheal. “It does take a little getting used to.”

“I imagine it does. It just looks so uncomfortable,” continued Lena.

“It can be,” Racheal continued. “But it can have a nice effect too. Didn’t you buy one today?”

“Yes,” said Lena. “But I wasn’t sure if I like the feel, so I only got the one. What I’ve got on was nicer, I think.” She was wearing her black panties, which were made of a shimmering satin. The back gave her full coverage, but the sides were more like a string bikini. Racheal had noticed that the contrast between Lena’s fair skin and the black material was very appealing. She had Lena turn around so that she could see all of it, and Lena peeled her top off, inadvertently giving Racheal a show. It was very impressive, and Racheal felt her pussy moistening at the sight of Lena’s tight body so tantalizingly close. Her figure was so slim, yet her curves beckoned to Racheal. As Lena turned, she got a wonderful view of her tight little butt, and Racheal ached to see even more. Her fingers were drawn to the crotch of her thong, slowly creeping over her thatch when an idea hit her.

Without taking her eyes from Lena’s trim body, Racheal asked “Lena, have you tried on that thong again?”

“No, but I was thinking about wearing it tomorrow. Why?” was the answer Lena gave, and also the one Racheal wanted to hear.

Thinking quickly, Racheal came up with a reasonable excuse. “Well, if you are, you should try it on now. We might have to see, to see if, uh…” Her fake stammering was perfect.

“We have to see if what?” queried Lena. She stood facing Racheal now, hand on her hip and a very inquisitive look on her face.

Racheal continued to pretend she was embarrassed istanbul eskort to ask. “We have to see if anything will show,” and she added raised eyebrows as a flourish. Her body language was perfect, for Lena didn’t suspect a thing. When she caught Lena’s eye again, Rachel gestured slightly towards her crotch. That got the blonde’s attention, and Lena looked a bit horrified.

“Oh, my God, Racheal, I never would have thought of that. Thank you.” With that, Lena turned and reached for the bag her purchases were in. With her back turned towards Racheal, she peeled off her panties, then bent over to remove them. Racheal sighed as she saw the barest hint of Lena’s pussy lips framed by that lovely ass. She turned away quickly when she thought she saw Lena’s head coming back in her direction, as it was she turned away just in time.

Lena pulled her thong into position gingerly, trying to adjust it as best she could. Without warning, Racheal reached over to help her. While Lena looked on, shocked, Racheal slid the white lace front into position, and ran her hand along the back to make sure that was situated correctly as well. Her hands wandered freely as she did so, caressing Lena’s bush and ass liberally. That drew a barely perceptible shudder from her friend, but no complaint. Lena followed Racheal’s guiding hands and sat down on her bed. Wordlessly, she spread her legs at Racheal’s bidding, allowing an unrestricted view of her barely concealed pussy. Racheal let her eyes scan over the thin white thong, and she traced a finger over the edge of it. With a smile, she looked at Lena and said, “Good news, doesn’t look like you need to shave.”

“Shave? Do you have to shave, Racheal?”

“Yes, I do,” came Racheal’s reply as her finger slowly hooked under the waistband of Lena’s thong. “But it would be a crime to shave such a lovely bush.” Racheal peeled Lena’s thong back off of her, revealing the soft downy hairs of her little blonde bush. As the white lace peeled back, revealing more of Lena’s crotch, Racheal leaned in closer. Soon, Lena’s soft pink pussy lips could be seen. A gentle finger brushed over them, pulling Lena’s pussy apart slightly before Racheal leaned all the way in, darting her tongue out to touch her.

The feeling of Racheal’s hot wet tongue on her pussy surprised Lena to say the least. She gasped out loud as the wet probing tongue darted inside her tight slit and ran along its length, only to pause on her clit. She remembered feeling slick fingers caressing her sweet pussy on occasion, often her own, but a boyfriend back home as well, yet nothing compared to the feeling of Racheal’s tongue as it glided over her. For whatever reason, Lena kept her legs spread wide for Racheal, silently begging her to continue. She had heard of women doing these things together, and while she’d never really been curious, Lena couldn’t bring herself to make Racheal stop. Instead, she sighed contentedly as Racheal’s nimble fingers played with her clit while her tongue worked its way all over Lena’s cunt. From the skill Racheal was displaying as she licked and sucked Lena’s pussy, it was clear that this wasn’t her first time making love to another woman. Rumors had abounded about certain members of the ladies swim team, but Lena never dreamed that her dear friend was one of them. She didn’t care either, surrendering her moistened pussy to Racheal’s desires. Racheal definitely seemed to be enjoying the taste of Lena’s sweet pussy, for she couldn’t tear her mouth away. That cute little blonde pussy was so pink, so sweet looking, Racheal knew she had to have it. Lena’s pussy hairs tickled Racheal’s nose as she darted her tongue deep inside, feeling that tight pussy surrounding her, and Racheal knew Lena was ready for more. She expertly slid her tongue along Lena’s swollen lips, smoothing the way for her fingers to slip inside.

“Oh, oh!” moaned Lena. Racheal’s fingers gently probed their way into her cunt. Her lips had found Lena’s hard clit, and she was now sucking on it gently while finger fucking her. Lena’s pussy was tight, and although Racheal knew she was no virgin, she was certain no more than one or two cocks had found their way inside this sweet young treasure. By now, Lena’s own juices and Racheal’s saliva loosened her cunt enough so that Racheal could dare slip a third finger inside. It was a tight fit, and Lena writhed a bit, but started moaning out loud once again as Racheal eased her fingers together, then slowly pumped them in and out of her hot pussy. Lena wiggled her hips a little, trying to move in time with Racheal’s hand. Her own hands had wandered by now, and she’d pushed her bra cups out of the way to let her fingers squeeze her puffy little nipples. The sensation of her breasts being manipulated coupled with Racheal’s probing fingers was too much for Lena to take. She tried to keep from screaming out loud, but the feeling of Racheal sucking her pussy while finger fucking her drove her completely wild. What had started out as soft moans steadily grew louder and louder, until Lena was clamping her thighs together against Racheal’s head while screaming and moaning with sheer delight. Nothing would stop Racheal’s mouth, however, in fact Lena’s cries enticed her to suck her clit harder and harder, and to finger fuck her harder as well. It wasn’t until Lena’s cries reached a crescendo that Racheal slowly subsided, kissing her clit gently and finally sliding out her cum soaked fingers. She took one last taste of Lena’s pussy by licking off her fingers before meeting her roommate in a warm, loving embrace.

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“8 o’clock shoot I am so late” Kitty said as she sprung out of bed in a hurry. She ran to the bathroom and washed some of the sleep out of her eyes. She looked in the mirror and sighed at what she looked at. Her beautiful shoulder length brown hair was in tangles, her soft brown eyes red with the lack of sleep she has been having. she winced in the mirror, “same dream again huh Kitty girl” she shook her head and laughed as she knew she was talking to herself and felt a bit silly doing it. She looked down at her nude body, in between her round 36c breast was a hint of sweat from the dreams that plagued her, she reached down between her legs feeling the wetness of her shaved flower. She chuckled at the wetness and looked at herself in the mirror again, “yep same dream kitty, same dream”

She snapped out of her apparent daze and hopped in the shower, she gently yet hurriedly washed her beautiful body, she felt the tingle of arousal between her legs but no time to masturbate now she was already going to be late.

She hopped out of the shower and dressed, it was casual work day thank goodness, she slipped into her cotton panties, and jeans, she put on her usual lazy blue sports bra then nice satin blue pull over blouse. She slipped on her tennis shoes and ran out the door to her car.

She turned the key….. then nothing. She slammed her head against the steering wheel rather hard with ‘thud’ she tried the ignition once again, again nothing, “this is just fucking wonderful!” She wanted to cry but she didn’t have the time. She ran to the bus stop full speed just catching the 9:30 bus to down town.

The bus was very crowded, people were almost nose to nose. Kitty was pushed and shoved as she boarded the mode of public transportation. Kitty was indeed in a personal hell, she hated small spaces enough, but small spaces stocked with strangers…. now this was a nightmare. She felt another shove then bumped into someone almost pushing them to the floor. She reached out and grabbed the persons arm just before they fell. She helped the person up and her jaw dropped at what she saw.

Kitty had to blink a few times to figure out if she was dreaming, but she wasn’t, first of all she had clothes on, second of all she was aware that she was awake just by the motion of the bus. Kitty shook her head again, closed her eyes gently then opened them one more time. she couldn’t believe it. The beautiful blonde hair…. the gorgeous body, her beautiful eyes, her kissable lips. She was the image of perfection. Kitty’s heart skipped a beat. then it even skipped harder when she heard her speak…. “you ok?” the voice said…. Kitty couldn’t breath, the voice, it was hers, the one in her dreams. the soft tone of perfection, the sweet breath she inhaled as the one who was speaking spoke to her. “hello… yoohoo” the voice said again.

Kitty was dumbfounded, but found the energy and the will to speak, “oh…. im sorry yes I am fine” she said with a soft blush. Kitty didn’t blush because of the incident of almost pushing this beautiful creature down, but she blushed at her body’s reaction to her, she felt the dampness between her legs start to grow, she felt her chest heaving with excitement, Kitty had met her angel, the one of her dreams.

Though the 30 minute bus ride Kitty tried her best to make a small conversation with the Angel, she told her where she was heading and that they she hoped that the Angel would let her buy her lunch sometime. Just then the bus driver slammed on the breaks, Kitty slammed into the woman, she felt her breast against hers, Kitty’s nipples reacted immediately, her wetness increased in her soft flower.

Kitty pulled away as fast as she could, her body didn’t want her to, but her mind said a different thing. Kitty’s nipples showed through the silk of the blouse she hoped that the Angel wouldn’t notice.

The beautiful blonde didn’t say a word, she just smiled sweetly and made polite conversation until they reached down town. They left the bus at the same stop, the angel turned to Kitty and reached out a beautiful hand, “my name is Felicia by the way” Kitty took the soft hand into hers, she trembled as she felt its touch, “K… Kitty, it has been a pleasure” she said with a slight stutter. “Pleasure has been all mine Kitty” the angel turned and walked away.

Kitty ran to her office 2 blocks from the bus stop, up the stone steps to the office entrance. She had kaynarca escort prayed no one saw her come in late but her prayers would not be answered.

She smelt him, the rank cigar smoke that fumed off of his clothes, the harsh low voice he admitted sounded more like a monsters growl than a human voice, “Ninetails…. your late again…. second time this week and sixth time this month. One more time Ninetails…. one more time and your fired.” he then turned and stormed away.

Kitty was relieved she was given one more chance. She had to focus and get her mind on her work.

Kitty just couldn’t stop thinking about her. She closed her eyes and she saw the smile she felt her breast on hers as the two touched on accident, she smelt her wonderful perfume still on her clothes, Kitty became very excited. She just couldn’t work. Kitty had to do something and soon before she spent the day thinking about Felicia. Kitty slumped back in her chair, and rested her hands on her lap gently. She didn’t mean to but she brushed her hand against her woman hood. Her body shook a bit, it felt so good, and kitty was losing control.

Kitty slowly got up and walked to the restroom, she had hoped no one would follow her, she went into the stall way on the end and gently lowered her jeans, she glanced at her soaked cotton panties and let a small gasp escape from her lips. She lowered herself on the toilet spreading her legs ever so slightly. She reached her left hand to her clit and moved it in small soft circles. Gently at first just out of curiosity, yes kitty has masturbated before, a lot of times, she enjoyed her own soft touch but she never had at work.

A bit faster she moved her hand on her soft wet flower. Stroking her clit with her index finger from side to side… slowly at first, then a bit faster. She closed her eyes, and saw Felicia. She imagined her lips to hers, kissing gently. Moving their soft tongues together in unison. She moved her clit faster then removed her right leg from her jeans. She spread her legs in the stall and laid back the best she could on the toilet. She took her middle finger and gently inserted it into her awaiting womanhood, faster she moved it in and out. She moaned loudly, she didn’t care who heard she was lost in the lust of what she was doing. She inserted two fingers into herself, louder she moaned, she closed her eyes and imagined it was the angels fingers in her, she took her right hand and began pulling at her nipples, louder and louder she moaned faster and faster she fingered her wet flower, she let out a whimper as she orgasmed. Her body shook , her knees weak with pleasure she continued until the sensations inside her flower began to subside, she removed the now nectar covered fingers from her flower. She stuck them in her mouth, she sucked and cleaned them tasting her juices imagining them to be the beautiful angels she had met today and has haunted her dreams for some time.

With her face flushed, she dressed herself, she didn’t know how long she was in the bathroom but when she came out she could hardly walk from the earth shattering orgasm she had just had. she walked to her cubical, in the sea of cubical’s and went to work. Occasionally smelling her scent on her fingers throughout the day.

Kitty sat alone in her office long after everyone had left for the day. Kitty was behind on her work and unfortunately had to stay late to try and catch up. She was thinking about what she did earlier, how it felt, how much she enjoyed it. She thought of her angel again and her thighs began to quiver ever so slightly.

Kitty shook her head then rubbed her eyes, trying to snap out of her lustful daze. She glanced up at the clock on the wall it said 6:45 and kitty sighed. “It’s a good thing I have a Ca… Oh no I don’t have a car, oh goodness” Kitty turned off her office computer locked her desk drawer and ran as fast as she could to catch the 7:10 bus back home. The bus was there and began to pull away just as Kitty made it to the stop. “DAMNIT! She shouted, now she had to wait an hour, down town as it turned dark for another bus. Kitty slumped on the bus stop bench utterly defeated; she let out the softest of sighs and smelled the perfume of her Angel.

Kitty looked to her left and saw her there, Felicia looked so beautiful kitty’s jaw dropped to the floor. The beautiful one turned to her and smiled, “well hello there etiler sınırsız escort remember me?” Kitty smiled a bright smile, “of course how could I forget, I haven’t stopped thinking about you” right after she realized what she said Kitty’s eyes grew wide. She couldn’t believe she said that, she didn’t mean to but its out there now, Kitty hoped that Felicia didn’t notice the slip up. A slight blush covered the beautiful Angels face, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, to tell the truth, you have been on my mind all day” she said as she leaned in closer to Kitty. Kitty was very shy by nature but leaned into Felicia gently placing her lips against the Angels, she slowly and softly kissed beautiful Felicia deeply and passionately. Their tongues touched as they each opened their mouths. The tongues began to dance together like two lost lovers dancing in the moonlight. Kitty pulled her in a bit tighter deepening the soft kiss. The angel began to suck gently on Kitty’s tongue this drove Kitty wild with passion.

Kitty began to move her hands up and down the beauties body forgetting that she was at the bus stop. She snapped back to reality and broke the kiss, her body tingling, her mouth dry and her thighs quivering. Felicia looked into her eyes and let out the most beautiful giggle Kitty has ever heard. The angel leaned in and whispered in Kitty’s ear, “come home with me” Kitty kissed her gently then nodded yes.

The bus ride to Felicia’s apartment was uneventful, due to the incredible nerves and anticipation that kitty was feeling she found it hard to stop quivering. The two held hands lightly sitting next to one another, and made polite conversation Kitty was indeed taken.

The bus pulled up to Felicia’s stop. The two lovers exited the bus and walked to her rather large apartment building. Felicia smiled and slowly opened the door for Kitty then the two entered. Felicia looked to Kitty and laughed, “I hope you don’t mind elevators but these heels are killing my feet” Kitty smiled back and took her hand, “no not at all” she said with a slight anticipation in her voice.

The two entered the elevator and the door closed behind them. Felicia gently placed her lips to Kitty’s, kissing her deeply moving her tongue gently into her awaiting mouth. Kitty pulled her lover close and returned the kiss with passion from deep within her soul. During the deep passionate kiss Felicia reached her hand to kitty’s ass and gave it a squeeze and whispered in between kisses, “I cant wait to see this later” Kitty let out a moan from deep in her throat from the squeeze and began to gently suckle on her lovers tongue. The two kissed all the way to Felicia’s door.

Felicia opened the door and the two stumbled in, Kissing deeply moving their tongues against each others with a fiery passion, the two moved into the bed room. kissing and fondling each others bodies like two desperate lovers preparing to make love as they have never before.

Felicia sat on the bed, her beautiful eyes upon kitty as she slowly opened her satin lips to speak, “undress for me Kitty, I have thought about your beautiful body since the moment we met this morning, I want to see it” Kitty giggled, as she slowly removed her top, her beautiful breasts held back by her blue sports bra showed her already hard nipples.

Kitty unbuttoned her jeans, and slowly slid them down to her ankles then turned around and bet over seductively to remove them. she felt a small swat on her ass as the angel giggled. Kitty turned to her and gently lifted her sports bra over her head exposing her beautiful breasts. Kitty gently ran her fingertips around her white cotton panty’s waist band, she gently yet shyly removed them showing her nicely shaved and already wet flower.

Kitty was completely nude, her chest heaved, her thighs quivered. she sat gently on the bed next to the angel. Felicia gently moved closer to Kitty again placing her soft lips against hers. Kissing her gently as she stood to undress. Felicia slowly and seductively began unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, Kitty was over whelmed with the feelings of pleasure she was experiencing. “Touch for me Kitty” Felicia said with a soft seductive smile.

Kitty shivered at her words, and hesitated a bit. Felicia smiled her sweet smile, “Please Kitty touch that beautiful pussy for me, rub it, I want to see how you touch yourself, Anadolu yakası escort do it please”

Kitty blushed and gently began to touch her soft pouty pussy lips. she moaned slightly and began to rub herself gently. Felicia gently began to remove her blouse as she watched Kitty masturbate for her.

“lean back on the bed for me, do it Kitty, spread your soft lips for me so I can see inside you.” Felicia said in a soft seductive tone. Kitty began to shake at her naughty words, she leaned back and gently opened her flowers peddles showing her wet opening to her lover, Felicia removed her top and knelt in between kitty’s legs. she slowly put her mouth over kitty’s gaping opening and entered her with her tongue. Felicia moved her lips closed over Kitty’s wet hole and began to suckle lightly moving her tongue in and out of her.

Kitty let out a soft moan of pleasure and continued stroking her clit for her lover. Kitty arched her back and gasped as her thighs began to quiver and shake, “Im cumming for you ohhhhhh” that was all kitty could say in between the loud moans of pleasure. Kitty’s body shook uncontrollable as she released for her angel, Felicia lapped hungrily at her, drinking her sweet nectar as it poured from her body.

Felicia stood for her lover, her face covered in Kitty’s juices, her nipples hard with excitement. She slowly unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Felicia inched her panties off exposing her neatly shaven pussy for Kitty, she then laid next to her and kissed her gently.

Kitty tasted herself on her angels lips and let out a soft, soft moan. Kitty moved her hands to her angels breasts gently, she softly began to caress them with a soft gentle touch. Felicia let out as soft moan as she was touched, she kissed Kitty deeply again then broke the kiss.

“Lay down Kitty… Lay down on your back for me.” Kitty did what her angel asked. Felicia gently moved on the bed over Kitty’s face and slowly lowered her womanhood onto it. Kitty gasped as the beautiful flower of her angel gently lowered onto her lips. Kitty wrapped her hands around her lovers waist and began moving her tongue deep into the soft flesh of the beautiful flower. Kitty’s mouth found her angels clit and began to suck it gently moving her tongue over it in circles. Felicia moaned loudly with pleasure her body shook more with each lap of Kitty’s tongue. Kitty mover her tongue faster and Felicia became more and more excited by her lovers gentle tongue.

Felicia began to grind her pussy into Kitty’s face and let out a loud moan, “my Kitty I am cumming for you lover…. drink from me take your prize” Felicia released for her lover moving her hips and moaning loudly, screaming in passion almost at the top of her lungs. Felicia’s body shook intensely as her nectar spilt form her. Kitty drank the nectar with a hungry passion, one that she has never felt before.

Felicia moved off of kitty’s now cum covered face, and kissed her passionately gently sucking on her tongue. The taste was over whelming to the both of them , there juices mixed in each others mouths as they kissed for what seemed like minutes but was about a half hour.

“Kitty I want to try something that I have fantasized about for a very long time, I want to rub my pussy against yours.” Kitty let a slight gasp drift from her mouth, her dream… in her dream they two grinded to the fiercest orgasm that Kitty has ever had in her life, Kitty just smiled and nodded, speechless at the events of the evening.

Felicia gently lowered herself in between Kitty’s legs in a scissor position, Kitty moved her hips closer into Felicia’s wet flower and the two pussy’s touched. Kitty let out a moan of pleasure as the two began to move in unison grinding their clit’s together. Kitty felt the pelvic bone of her lover against hers, she moved her hips faster, the two moaned gently together, Felicia placed her mouth over kitty’s breast and began to suck it gently, this pushed Kitty over the edge and she moved with intensity and even faster than before. The slippery flowers moving in unison even more intense than before, the slapping of the skin on skin, the lusty scent of sweet nectar hung in the air as they both yelled in passion at the same time. Their bodies began to shiver and shake as they came together, Kitty’s orgasmic juices mixed with Felicia’s as they shared the first of many earth moving orgasms.

Kitty fell limp on her side, sweating, sweat dripped down the center of her breast. She closed her eyes and opened them again, looking around, and saw Felicia laying next to her still in between her legs. The two pussy’s touching gently as they slept. Kitty’s dream had come true. The two began a beautiful relationship and lived happily ever after.

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*****

Ray and Angela had, after several failed attempts, finally managed to align gaps in their respective workloads for today so that they could make it out for lunch. The family owned cafe where they had traditionally held these informal meetings had bowed to economic pressures and closed late the previous year. After this the unit hadn’t been left to stand empty for long before it was snapped up by one of the usual chains. They had fitted it out as yet another ticky tacky coffee shop serving trendy flat whites and flavourless plastic sandwiches to the local footfall. Unexpectedly this had turned out to be a good thing for the two of them, if not for the staff and owners of the late lamented little independent.

Angela and Ray though, having been denied the complacency of their old routine, were forced to change up their pattern. Nowadays when they went out to eat they would try to find somewhere different each time and today’s venue had been picked out by Angela. It was a very traditional pub only two minutes from the bus stop but on a side alley off the west end of Fleet Street. The beloved lunchtime sanctuary of generations of jobbing lawyers and journalists. The kind of wooden panelled, leather upholstered temple where you might reasonably expect to find a standard menu of various reheated bar classics to accompany the ubiquitous starchy chips.

Here though London’s multiculturalism was paying some of its dividends and the microwaves and deep fat fryers had been stripped out. The whole lot had been replaced by a very competent, if incongruous, Vietnamese kitchen and the new menu was packed with bun hue, ban mi, and pho. All of these were figuratively, as well as literally, a foreign language to Ray but Angela knew the territory well. She’d lived in the Little Vietnam area of Manchester while at university (that was after all why she had picked the spot in the first place) and so she had been able to steer Ray around the options to find something which she’d enjoy.

“I was expecting it to be like Thai for some reason,” said Ray. “Probably just because I don’t know a lot about that side of the world so I tend to bundle it together. This is very different though, better actually I think.”

“Yeah, it’s good stuff. Lighter than Thai mostly, more refreshing in the hot weather maybe. So anyway it seems forever since we caught up properly hon’. How’s married life. Still sickeningly lovely I imagine.”

Ray grinned, “Yes still just as wonderful I’m afraid. Kind of much the same as it was before really if I’m honest, although maybe even a little nicer in a way.”

Angela had known Sarah for almost as long as she had known Ray, and she’d watched Ray as she had started to fall in love with Sarah. She’d known what it was even before Ray had understood what was happening to herself.

“It was never going to make that much difference for you two I suppose.” she said. “You have always been so close you might as well have been married from day one. Well even before that really.”

“I’ll tell what has surprised me though,” Ray said. “How much I’ve enjoyed the name change. When we were stuck with doing all the paperwork it seemed like an awful lot of effort for no good reason, but actually it has turned out to be brilliant. Like a constant opportunity to boast you know – look what I’ve got. I’ve been feeling generally smug for quite a while now.”

Angela nodded her appreciation of this, “And really the wedding was perfect Ray, it was totally worth doing. The party afterwards was spectacular as well.”

*****

Angela and her boyfriend Andy had been among the few close friends who had made their way from London down to the farm Ray’s family owned in Somerset for the celebration. There Ray’s cousins, her aunt Jennie, and Jennie’s partner Lynne had taken charge of hosting and organising the whole thing. They had all the space they could possibly need to hold a party on the farm. So, instead of hiring a room elsewhere for the reception, they’d taken the opportunity to renovate one of the old timber framed barns and laid it with boards for the dancing. Their major expense in the end had been bringing in local caterers to manage the kitchen and the bar.

Invitations to the ceremony itself had been limited to a very select group of friends and immediate family. The one real surprise for everyone had been that Ray’s mother had not only replied to the invitation they had sent (the one they’d sent to Sarah’s family had received, as anticipated, no response) but had actually confirmed she would be coming as well.

Ray hadn’t seen her mother since she was a child almost a decade before and she had been very worried about seeing her again now. In part this was because she was fully aware that, according to the strictures of her mother’s adopted moral code, she had strayed a very long way from the fold by now. Equally though she was feeling personally pendik escort guilty according to her own standards for having left it so long before trying to get back in touch herself.

When she finally arrived Ray was waiting in the farmhouse kitchen for her. Slouched, as if trying to make herself physically smaller, she stood as far away from the entrance as she could get without actually fleeing the room. Jennie had practically had to drag her sister Grace through the door as well and having done so she raced off as quickly as possible. That left the two of them standing there, neither of them entirely sure what to say. Ray was surprised to see how small her mother had become over the years.

“Hello Mum,” she said. Not breaking any world records for creativity, but at least cutting through some of the tension.

Grace was holding her bag in front of her with both hands like a shield and Ray was shocked when she realised that her mother was at least as nervous as she was. Despite this the older woman managed a cautious smile.

“Rachel my darling,” she said, “I don’t think I’d even have recognised you if I hadn’t known. You’re so tall now, and you look so different, your hair…”

She had been in a pinafore with pigtails when they had last seen each other, and only then starting her adolescent growth spurt. Now she was in jeans and a tee shirt, her hair cropped short and spiked, and standing taller than her father.

Reaching out her hand to touch her daughter’s arm Grace hesitated. Ray finally took the initiative, as children always must in the end, and closed the gap to hug her.

“I’m glad you came,” she said.

“I’m so happy to see you Rachel.” her mother replied.

“I don’t really call myself Rachel now, you’ll have seen on the invitation,” Ray spoke into the air above her mother’s head. “Although just occasionally Sarah does, and I suppose you of all people have the right. She calls me her darling like you do as well.”

“It should be Ray if that’s what you prefer now. And I’m pleased to know you’ve found someone else who will call you darling too. Is Sarah here? I’ve been looking forward to meeting her again, but she was treated very badly back then, by everyone really, and I didn’t know if she’d want to see me.”

Ray set her mother’s mind at rest, assuring her that Sarah remembered her fondly. Then they’d gone to track down Jennie who’d been hiding in the sitting room preparing to deal with the emotional fallout had things not gone so well. The three of them had done a lot of their catching up over the next hour or so; a kitchen table with an endless supply of hot tea was a middle ground where they could all be comfortable.

Along the way Ray discovered that she couldn’t explain her job to her mother more specifically that to say it involved computers. She also learnt that both of her brothers were already married. And that Ginny, who she had known as a child, had left home in circumstances possibly even more controversial than Sarah’s.

After this the next few days had been filled with the constant activity of first planning for and then celebrating the wedding. Aside from one short moment of flawless tranquility of course, the ritual itself, nestled between the two like a jewel. There in a small room, with those who meant most to them bearing witness, Sarah and Ray had exchanged their rings and the vows they had written for one another. And though these could only be brief approximations of the enduring private promises they had already cultivated between themselves, they were a public declaration of those deeper unbreakable truths nonetheless.

And Angela was right, it had all been worth it, and the evening of the reception had indeed been a crowning highlight. As well as the guests who had been specifically invited it was also taken for granted locally that Gateway Farm was an open house for the day. You can’t give out free food and drink and not expect to draw a crowd, and a huge contingent from the surrounding area had dropped in at one point or another.

Cynicism aside the family and their business were both cornerstones of the community, bridging the gap in many ways between modernity and tradition, so everyone wanted to be part of the event and pay their respects to the brides while they were holding court. Taking their turns to spend a few moments with Ray resplendent in her immaculate suit, and Sarah in her dress and sandals, with flowers plaited into her hair and looking every inch the fairy queen. Throughout the day the two of them sat together to receive their guests or promenaded sedately arm in arm through the crowd.

The weather was sunny and stayed warm late into the evening in that sultry midsummer style. While the older people crowded around the barn and the farmyard a lot of the younger adults and the children made their way out onto the grass in the orchards, still within the shelter of the music, to make their own entertainment. Little fire pits had been cut into etiler escort bayan the turf amongst the trees for them. There were hay bales for seating and hundreds of brightly coloured lanterns strung from the branches.

Eventually though the night became cold. Tiredness, and for many the aftereffects of wine and cider, set in. Ray’s cousins, playing their role as hosts, slowed the party deftly down until it stopped. With the glow of the new day already in the eastern sky the last of the guests and the wedding party made their respective ways home and to bed.

*****

“It’s still amazing every day Angela,” Ray smiled happily. “We’re so very lucky.”

“I can just about imagine, and you can rest assured that I’m extremely envious,” Angela said. “I’m picturing the long evenings, all cosied up at home, only the two of you. Perfection itself.”

Ray was dipping into her bowl of pho, fishing for a new combination of treats. “Three of us, actually,” she replied distractedly.

Angela coughed around her own mouthful of soup (probably swallowed a rogue chilli seed Ray thought) and looked over. “Um, what?”

Ray glanced up, spoon poised between hand and mouth, “Didn’t I tell you. We’ve taken LIzzie in. She and Amy split up so we’ve got her living in the spare room.”

Angela took a moment to swallow properly and recover her breath, “Ah no, you didn’t mention that, I’d have remembered I’m sure. We were wondering what had happened to Lizzie just the other day though actually.”

Ray inclined her head, inviting Angela to continue.

“Oh,” she went on, “weird situation. Amy turned up at one of our things the other weekend with some bloke we’d never seen before. Tim? Tom? One of those I think. Seemed pleasant enough, young, friendly, eager, a bit out of his depth but far too naive to notice. Exactly her type really come to think of it, although, you know, bloke-ier than we’d have expected. Anyway, obviously no sign of LIzzie which raised questions, but the two of them stuck so close all evening that we didn’t get the chance to ask. So how’s Lizzie doing.”

Ray considered the question. “Well she seems ok to me. She’s no trouble, keeps herself to herself. Joins in the cooking a bit, she’s not very good at that really but she’s improving. Generally she’s out at work or on her own in her room. As far as I can tell she spends most of the weekends asleep. We don’t get a lot of conversation out of her.”

She paused, then added, “Sarah says she’s not ok though.”

Angela had been taking a fairly laid back approach to what Ray had been saying. She’d only been half listening really, and taking her lead from the tone of voice rather than the words themselves, but that last statement most definitely caught her notice. In the slightly surreal world of her imagination it was highlighted by the sound of a needle scratching across a record.

With her elbow on the table and spoon balanced loosely in her hand she gazed thoughtfully at Ray while she picked her way back through the last section of the conversation in her head. This time around she paid a little more attention to the content and reframed it for herself as she went along. When she thought about it like this it didn’t really add up as the broadly positive state of affairs Ray appeared to think she had been describing.

“And what exactly does Sarah have to say,” she said carefully.

“She says Lizzie’s unhappy with the way her life is going, but that she’s not found a way of understanding why. So she can’t do anything about it and she just keeps on going around in circles messing everything up for herself. And that she’s not finding the things she used to enjoy very rewarding any more but she’s not been replacing them with anything else either.”

Angela looked at her in horror.

“Good grief,” she said. “That’s fucking terrible Ray.”

“It doesn’t sound great does it,” Ray agreed.

“And it is true that she doesn’t seem to do much,” she added helpfully.

“Well Sarah, as ever, will be right,” said Angela. “There’s no mileage to be gained in questioning that.”

“How’s Lizzie’s hair.” she asked.

Ray was momentarily taken aback by the change of direction. The twists of Angela’s thought processes were a constant mystery to her though and she’d accepted long ago that just because she couldn’t follow them it didn’t mean they were without a logic of their own. Internally she shrugged to herself then she took a moment to reroute her train of thought down this unexpected new track before she answered the question.

“It’s a few different tones of dark grey with some midnight blue at the moment I think. Looks very sleek, it’s probably fashionable. She’s had it like that for about a week now, something like that.”

Angela nodded, apparently content with this.

“Good, maybe she’s not doing quite that badly then. With any luck she’s just putting a few things on hold for a while until she’s settled her head. If she starts istanbul escort bayan letting it fade and grow out let me know though; although I’m sure Sarah will already be on the case if it gets to that point.”

*****

“Are you staring at my hair Ray?”

Lizzie had offered to cook tonight and Ray was camped out at the kitchen table with her laptop. She was meant to be getting some work done but was really spending more time observing what LIzzie was doing and chipping in with some occasional tactful words of guidance here and there. Trying as hard as she could to stay on the right side of the line which separated supportive from overbearing. Lizzie was attempting a roast chicken, with herbs and garlic butter stuffed under the skin and a selection of the usual sides to go with it. So although it was a simple enough job on the face of it there was plenty to do, and by extension, plenty to go wrong.

Just a moment ago Ray had been standing behind Lizzie, supposedly watching her check the potatoes were parboiled and ready for the oven, but in fact studying the back of her head closely, when Lizzie had turned and caught her in the act.

“Um, no?” said Ray, not even sounding convincing to herself. “Definitely not, but now that you mention it are your roots growing out a bit?”

This provided the moment of distraction Ray had been angling for and Lizzie’s eyes widened, “Oh bloody hell I hope not, I only did this one last week and it took ages. How fast can the awful stuff possibly grow. I blame you two for making me eat healthy things, I knew they weren’t good for me.”

Leaving the colander to drain she ran quickly off to the bathroom where she checked her scalp carefully in the mirror. “No,” she shouted back as she returned. “This is fine, it’ll be a fortnight before they’re really obvious. Except to the most critical of observers of course.”

With a decisive shake she broke the potatoes up a bit before dusting them with pepper and salt and sliding them gently into the sizzling fat. She put the roasting tray back into the oven.

“You know sometimes I think I should just give up and let it grow out. It isn’t as if I’ve got anyone to pretty up for right now.”

Panic warnings lit up in Ray’s mind, that was definitely a danger sign from what Angela had said. Best to head this off right now she thought.

“No, don’t do that,” she blurted out, possibly a little more forcefully than she had intended as Lizzie looked quite startled. She went on, reining in her voice but still struggling a bit with the content.

“It looks, nice,” she hazarded. “And it’s always interesting seeing what you’re going to do with it next. This one is very, stylish.”

Lizzie looked back at her in utter confusion, wondering half seriously whether she was about to become the butt of an obscure joke.

“Um, thanks Ray,” she said hesitantly. “I didn’t think you noticed. But just for you I’ll keep up the dye jobs for now ok?”

She waited dutifully for the punchline but apparently it wasn’t coming.

“Ok, good, yes,” Ray said instead. “And I do notice you know. They make you look really special, and pretty. I just don’t usually think to say anything.”

Lizzie was still completely off balance, and by now starting to feel as if she’d accidentally taken a wrong turning into a parallel universe without noticing. Quite a nearby one, where the rules were just marginally different. Maybe green would mean stop here, and red would mean go, and oh yes let’s not forget – Ray would be suddenly interested in talking about hair colour and trying to dish out compliments.

Her conversations with Ray in the recent past had tended toward the practical and this was an unsettling deviation from the norm. She had grown used to Ray being more blunt that most of the people she knew, but at the same time managing to be a little distant as well. Neither of which seemed to be adding up cleanly with where they found themselves at the moment. And yet it was quite disarming to get this glimpse of a slightly more fragile Ray, obviously struggling a little as she attempted her clumsy compliment. She looked across at the other woman and wondered whether she could try to use this as an opportunity to make them into better friends.

But sadly, deep in Lizzie’s mind dwelt a persistent worm of doubt, left over from when they had been moving her out of her old flat. Ray had talked then about wanting more space and this still loomed large for Lizzie even now. She had worried away at the thought and co-opted in Ray’s taciturn manner and any number of other perceived minor slights and dismissals as supporting evidence. Eventually she had pretty much convinced herself that the message intended for her was that Ray would be much happier if she just got her act together and moved on – so she and Sarah could have their room and their privacy back. Lizzie struggled with herself for long seconds, but in the end she couldn’t quite break through the barrier of that conviction and instead she was left with no other option but to shut the conversation down.

“It’s ok Ray. I’m glad I did this one anyway, and that you think it came out so well. After all I’m going out on Saturday and I want to look my best. You never know, if I’m lucky I might even meet somebody nice who likes it as much as you do.”

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One of these nights it’s all going to go wrong. I know it will. I’ve done everything but move to an apartment to avoid it. And I can’t move out because I don’t have the money to afford it. So I have to settle for watching the clock tick away the seconds until my roommate and I either have sex or get into a big brawl.

It’s not her fault that she happens to be my physical ideal of a bedmate. It’s also not her fault that she’s Asian. How was she supposed to know that I’d always wanted to have my cunt licked by a beautiful Asian woman? She’s not a mind reader. None of my feelings are her fault. She’s just a naturally caring person with looks to die for and a smile that could melt the polar ice caps.

And she’s single. I know because I get to hear all of her attempts to find Mr. Right. She’s been to several bars and more than a few frat parties, but has so far only wound up getting pawed by drunk assholes thinking with their dicks. None of them give a rat’s hairy ass about how sensitive she is. When she finally returns to the dorm room I’m the first person to hear her moan and cry about how cold and lifeless pendik escort bayan those schmucks were. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to grab her and hold her tenderly in my arms? The first time I came so close to giving in to that urge that I went directly into the shower and frigged myself well past my normal three-orgasm limit.

And it isn’t getting any better. Last night Nina, my roommate, came in early. It was only midnight and I was dressed in a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. I was putting the finishing touches on my differential equations homework for the weekend when she walked in. One look at her face told me that something bad had happened. That was an understatement.

From what I could gather, Nina had a run-in with two drunks. They were all but mauling her when a fight broke out. She bolted, running straight to the dorm room. And right into my arms. She cried for a while as I held her head to my chest. The burning within me to know what her lips would feel like on my nipples was making me sweat. I tried to caress her as tenderly as a FRIEND should, etiler eskort but it was damned hard. Finally she lifted her head and faced me. Her eyes were blood-shot from her crying and all I wanted to do was kiss those tears away.

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I want her to touch me. None of the guys that I’ve gone after have shown any interest in sleeping with a slightly chubby Asian chick. All they wanted were bubble-headed blonde fuck toys.

And every night I go to sleep with tears in my eyes. Some because I cannot find the guy I want and to. Others because I know exactly where the woman of my darkest fantasies is. I know that Victoria is little more than six feet from me. And it is the most frightening thing in the world.

I know I shouldn’t hold on to her so tightly when I cry on her shoulders, but I cannot forsake my one fond wish. I long for the night when she will hold me head tenderly in her athletic hands and bring me towards those perfect lips. When she kisses me I melt into her. I become one with her. escort bayan My soaked mound is hers. The tingle through nipples is ours.

I almost let my secret slip last night. It was one of my worst experiences at a party. These two guys were trying to convince me that I should sleep with both of them at once. Their filthy paws against my skin had me fighting the impulse to throw up whatever that sludge was I ate for dinner. When the fight happened, I took off and ran to the only person I knew who would truly understand how I felt. Victoria. My feet moved with practiced ease. They knew where my soul wanted to be.

And I laid my head on her chest. I could hear and feel her heart beat. It quickened with the concern of a true friend. I had hoped it would be the fluttering of Lust. Desire for my touch. I would have given anything had she touched my chin and lifted my lips to hers.

Yet I find myself sleeping alone again. Six feet. So easy…

* * * * *

One thump. Two thump.

Two hearts beating for each other yet neither wanting to risk what the have in order to gain more. How Human of them. Sweet in all its stupidity.

To suck on each other’s breasts while their fingers seek out the nearest warm, wet hole is their collective wish. The hunger for the flavorful meal between each other’s thighs, yet there they sleep. Each dreaming of the other.

And all because of my power.

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[This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any person is coincidental. I hope you enjoy]

[Author’s note: For anyone who acts out their fantasies through other people’s stories….I would like you to act this story out. If anyone is willing to make a sex video of this story, let me know. I Don’t Want To Participate, But Would Enjoy The Results. Thank you, and enjoy.]

*

High school was just another trip for Sara, Jessica, Philip, Adriana, and June. Now that high school was over, they started college. Philip being the only male in the group, seemed not shaken by being surrounded by all females. He loved the company of girls, and even the older women. This being said, he has had sex with three of the four girls in his group, all except for June. It’s not like he hasn’t tried or did everything he could to do so. June, was different from the other girls. Smart, kind of nerdy. She wore glasses, always wore skirts well below her knees. T-shirts usually instead of blouses, and, having recently came out, a lesbian. The rest of the group……goth. But many a man cannot resist the nerdy ones. You never do know what you will get. Heightens the pleasure so they say. But June wouldn’t have any of Philips dirty ways.

“Did you hear what happened to Philip the other night?” the other three girls chattered among themselves. “Totally rejected.”

“By who?” One asked.

“June.” Another answered.

“So sad.” The last one replied.

“Sad? Why? Philip ain’t all that ya know.”

“I know. I fucked him.”

“You ain’t telling me nothing new.”

The girls continued to talk among themselves. June walked toward the crowd, and the girls pulled her in hugging and beginning other conversations with her. June felt happy, but began to think about the girls naked and her caressing each one of them. Tongueing and suckling their nipples. She sighed in ecstasy. The girls paid attention. What June didn’t know was that the other three secretly wanted to fuck her. Spending many nights thinking about it, the girls wanted to know the feel of another girl. June was the one they chose.

“Did you just make a sound, June?” one asked.

“Uh…no-no.” June replied, trying to change the subject. “How is everybody doing in English?” She began, rambling on.

“Oh I’m…..doing well.”

“Me too.”

“Three!” they all replied.

Adriana took a long hard look up and down June’s body. Sara imagined being eaten out by June in her bed with music blasting in the background. Jessica licked her lips, and thought quite the opposite of Sara. Jessica wanted to do the eating. She felt her groin muscles tingle and her pussy begin to drip in her panties.

“Well girls, you all do remember what tonight is right?” Adriana spoke up.

June looked puzzled. She couldn’t remember, until Jessica chimed in with the answer. “Costume party!” She yelled.

“My house at 10 pm sharp.” Adriana said, turning her head towards June.

“But, I don’t have a costume.” she replied feeling ashamed.

“Oh it’s okay hun. Wear all black. Anything you want.” sara said sounding a little naughty.

Philip walked over to the crowd and made his way into the conversation. “Did I hear costume party? He asked.

“Uh…yyyyeah. It’s…..it’s…..”

“It’s at my house.” Sara interrupted Adriana. “Yeah. 10 o’clock on the dot.

“Rite on!” Philip burst. He looked at the girls and said,”See you there.”

The girls watched him walk away, and once out of sight, June asked,”Why did you tell him it’s at your house Sara?”

Sara answered,”Don’t worry. Nobody’s home. My mother is out of town.”

“Yeah,” Adriana spoke up,”Um, just a little joke we’re playing.”

“Right,” Jessica agreed.

“Alright. I’ll believe you.” June responded.

They all said goodbye’s for now and walked away in different directions to get ready for the night.

———————-Later That Night——————-

June arrived at Adriana’s house dressed in a long black skirt, a black band shirt she stole from her older brother, dark makeup, heels, and some goth gear she found in her brothers room a while back. They weren’t her brothers, but she thought maybe it was from one of the girls he was fucking at the time. June still kept on her glasses. She never wore contacts, and the glasses seemed to go real well with the outfit. It wasn’t much, but for her costume, she was someone different. Someone other than her usual self.

June walked up to Adriana’s door, and rang the bell. No response. She knocked a few times, and noticed the sounds of rock music blaring in the background. June opened the door, and entered the house. Nobody was present, but the nearby hallway was lit up leading the way it seemed to someplace. June followed. Perhaps instinct, or possibly unsure of exactly what to do. She followed to the end of the hallway, but, there were three doors. Each door read a certain name. to the left, it read ‘Adriana.’ To the right, it read Sara.’ Dead center straight ahead, ‘Jessica.’ June wasn’t exactly sure of what the hell was going on, but gulped and entered the first door, at her left. Adriana’s room. Although, it really pendik escort wasn’t her room. Hers was really the opposite room. But entered she did nonetheless.

“Come in June.” a voice called from the dimly lit room. Coming from the bed. It was Adriana’s. Yes, her voice very distinct and can be picked quickly from a crowd of girls. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Did I miss something?” asked June. “Did the party end so soon? Did I scare anyone away?” She wondered.

“No. Not at all. This, my dear, is the party.” Replied Adriana.

“Now I’m definitely lost.” She muttered.

“Oh, I think you will find you are in the right place, and definitely at the right time.”

“I see.”

“We’re gonna play a little game. It has three parts.” Adriana said. “There are no rules. So, you will not have to worry about anything.”

“Uhh…okay” June spoke. “So let me guess, three parts, three names…..so…three girls?” She stopped to ask.

“Ah, very good.” Adriana commented.

“I think I get it.”

“Uh huh.”

“Why?” June asked.

“Oh girl, we always wanted to know what it’s like. And you are the one we all chose to be our first.”

“Huh?”

“Close your eyes. Relax, and let’s make it happen.”

June closed her eyes, laid her body down on the soft bed, and relaxed. Adrianas hands moved slowly over June’s breast and leaned over to share a first kiss with her. Her lips were soft to the touch, her breath like that of an angels and June’s heart beat faster at each gentle touch. Adriana parted June’s lips and pushed her tongue in with ease to wiggle her tongue and share a long, deep and intense french kiss. June moaned with pleasure. Adriana obliged with a sensual kiss on the neck. Moving to the ear and nibbling a bit.

“Oh…God! That feels so good.” June cooed.

Adriana straddled June’s midsection and slowly pulled off her shirt. Her breast small but soft, and her nipples stood out with perfection. Adriana kept all eyes on June, and June did the same. Adriana wore a pair of pink and black panties, and unstraddled June to remove them. Leaning to one side, she slipped her fingers in each side. Pulling them slowly down, she revealed her wet, open pussy to June. Lightly trailed with peach fuzz, which added to the flavor.

“Oh Adriana, you’re turning me on.”

“Good. That’s how I want it.”

June leaned over and started to kiss up and down Adrianas stomach, inching her way to the belly button before plunging her tongue deep into the pink hole of Adrianas sopping wet pussy. The taste was so good, so fresh. Having her fair share of it, she hasn’t quite tasted a cunt like Adrianas before. June’s tongue wiggled and dug deeper into Adrianas hot snatch and the more she did, the more the sounds and smells of sex rose high in the air.

June rose up and slowly and seductively lifting the shirt over her head and knocking the glasses off her face. Adriana grabbed them and slid them back on for her.

“Keep these on baby.” She replied.

“Thanks.”

June having no bra on, Unbuttoned the side of her long skirt and slid it off her hips and down her legs before the skirt came completely off. She slid her fingers into the sides of her panties about ready to slip them off, when Adriana stopped to look at them.

“Emily the Stange, huh?” Adriana asked.

“My favorite.” June replied.

“Niiiiice.”

June slid them off and revealed her clean shaven light pink center, oozing with juices and ready to be licked. Adriana happily obliged, and dove down licking and sucking and pulling on June’s buttcks squeezing and pulling closer and harder. June did not hesitate to cum in Adrianas mouth. The sticky wet and salty flavor drove Adriana crazy. She slipped a few fingers into June’s pulsing cunt and finger fucked her to a second orgasm, and again licked up the juices.

“Cum in my mouth, baby.” Adriana Demanded.

“Ughhh, Oh God!” June came harder than ever into her mouth. Licking her lips and tasting the flavor, sticky sweet cum slid slowly down Adriana’s throat. Her throbbing hole open and begging for a round two.

Adriana flipped her body around and straddled June’s face in a full 69 position. They both began to lick deep into eachothers slits and taste eachother with delight and more pleasure. As they continued their necks and heads slipped closer and harder as they rocked and fucked eachothers faces exploding with intense multiple orgasms. They fell back onto the bed nearly crying from their sexual workout.

“That was hot, June. Time for the next part.” Adriana said almost out of breath.

——————Philip’s Encounter——————–

Philip walked up to the front door of Sara’s house. He didn’t hear any music, and there weren’t any lights on, but he knocked again. The living room light came on, and the front door opened slowly. Neither Sara, Adriana, Jessica, nor June answered. There in the doorway stood Sara’s mom. Standing at 5’10” and wearing a short pink nightie, Philip gave in to the hot, sexy sight of her fit, sleek frame. Her breasts nearly jumped out at Philip and he could feel a hardness growing etiler escort in his pants.

“Can I help you?” Sara’s mom spoke.

“Uh, I’m here for the costume party.” Philip muttered.

“Well, you’ve been tricked. No party here, Philip.”

“Oh, well damn.”

“What are you supposed to be anyways?” She asked.

“Uh, haha. Uhm, a pimp.” He answered.

“You look like a purple pecker with a hat, Philip.” She giggled. “But it’s okay.”

“Well, uhm. I didn’t know what to be.” He said embarrassed.

“You’re fine, hun.” Sara’s mom replied. “Would you like to come inside, and, sit down for a few?”

“Sure, I guess I could do that.” He answered feeling a bit happier. “Thanks misses, Uhm…”

“Please,” She interupted,” Call me Anita.”

“Anita. That’s a nice name, Misses……oops…Anita.” He stammered.

“Why thank you sweetie.” She replied. “May I get you a drink?”

“Wow. Yes, please.”

“What would you like?” Anita asked.

“Uhm, a Jack and Coke?” He said, wondering if she was really going to get it.

Anita smiled and walked into the next room standing at the bar. She poured the whiskey into a clear ice filled glass, and bent over to reach into a small cabinet to collect a can of coke. Philip noticed Anita wasn’t wearing any panties and leaned closer as if to get closer to her now visible slit. Anita popped the top of the can and poured it into the glass filling it almost to the top. She turned, just as Philip jumped back trying to seem not so suspicious, and carried the glass to the room where Philip sat. She handed him the glass and he thanked her. He tilted the glass to his lips and took a sip. Tasty.

Before he could say anything else, Anita got on her knees in front of Philip, unzipped his pants and stuck her hand inside wiggling around and grabbed ahold of his now hard cock. “Ah, I knew it.” She said. She jerked on him and licked the tip sending Philips head back in a sudden state of lust. Anita lips suckled on his thick shaft and she began sucking him off filling her mouth with more cock than air. She gagged while deep throating him to the balls, but never stopped.

“Suck me hard, Anita.” Philip said pulling her hair and thrusting into her face.

“Choke me!” Anita commanded. “Choke me and make me suck your cock harder!”

Philip wrapped his hands around her throat, but not too tight, and choked off light air while pounding her face making her suck him hard. Her hands pulled on to his buttocks and Philip shot a thick load of sperm into Anita’s mouth. He kept slamming into her, but loosened his grip and instead yanked and pulled at Anita’s hair. She screamed in pleasure and bit lightly on his large erection.

“Fuck my pussy to orgasm right now, bitch!” She demanded, making Philip ejaculate onto Anita’s face. She licked up around her mouth and did her best to clean up sucking her fingers and rubbing her clit.

Philip kissed her mouth tasting the salty flavor of his cum leaking down her cheeks.

Two words sparang from Anita’s mouth, and these words lit a fire in Philip. His eyes opened wide, and his grin grew wider. The words were, “Hurt me!”

Philip pushed Anita down onto the floor, ripped off her nightie and the rest of his clothing, and slipped his dick between her legs rubing the juices around and thrusting hard and deep inside her. Her pussy opened and invited him inside her. His sex organ pushed and at times felt so hot that he might cum into her womb. He beat hard against her and smacked her face driving Anita crazy and making her scratch deep into the flesh on Philips chest. He screamed, but only for a moment. Philip lifted the right leg of Anita’s and drilled his 7 inch cock into her dripping pussy. Anita moaned louder and louder as she stimulated her clit while Philip kept his rhythm in fucking her and beating into her with his thick manhood.

“Fuck my ass!” she said, kissing his mouth and licking his lips.

“I never done that before.” he admitted.

Anita smacked him across the mouth, and Philip decided it was gonna happen now. He lifted her up slightly and rubbed her pussy getting the juices ready and rubbed her anal hole lubricating it. He slipped his dick inside her rectum and at first eased slow. His pace quickened and he filled her hole thrusting harder and rubbed her clitoris hard making her moan loud with intense sexual pleasure. She bobbed and rocked back and forth and screamed, “Cum in my ass. Fuck it! Cum inside me.” Philip released an incredible thick load into Anita’s hole and kissed her hard as his last spurts shot out filling her up.

Anita smiled and Philip lie next to her, kissing her lips and stroking her hair. “That was the most amazing sex I have ever had, Anita.” He admitted.

“Let’s have a few drinks to toast, hun.” Anita again smiled and said.

“Of course.”

———————-Ready For Room two——————–

June, opened the door of the first room, walked through reentering the hallway, and closed the door behind her. Two rooms left, and it’s time to make a decision on which one is next. Looking back and forth she rest her eyes istanbul escort on the next name. ‘Sara.’ June put her hand on her chest and collected her thoughts. With her other hand, she opened the door across from the previous room, and stepped inside to a pink lit room with a large bed, pillows low music and Sara. As June walked completely in and shut the door, she noticed Sara Leaning back on both arms, wearing only a black band T shirt. Her legsleaning to one side in front of her. June inched her way closer herself also wearing a black shirt. Sara moved her legs and opened them slowly. She held them a short length apart and June kept her eyes on Sara’s midsection. Sara’s shaved pussy came into view and the soft, pink folds of her netherlips clung together lightly in a haze of absolute perfection. June slid her right index and middle fingers down past her own pubic bone, and slowly began to massage her clit. Her left hand reached for her hole and slid in with ease. Sara took in the sight before her, and opened her legs completely inviting June in for a taste.

As June climaxed and juices dripped down from her fingers, Sara got up off the bed and took them into her mouth, tasting the flavors she has been craving. June reached down, and slid her other hands between Sara’s legs. Sara’s clitoris stuck out waiting to be touched, and June did so.

June kneeled before Sara and opened Sara’s vagina to explore the caverns of her smooth, pink hole. June’s tongue began to probe and penetrate deep into her inviting slit and Sara moaned in ecstasy sliding her fingers through June’s hair. She let her tongue lick on the outside lubricating the outer labia and twiddling the folds with her tongue.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!” Sara moaned, thrusting into June’s face relishing a hard sexual climax. June opened her mouth to drink and swallow all that Sara had ejaculated.

“mmmm, delish.” June cooed.

As June licked the remains from her lips, Sara lay on the bed holding onto two dildos. One pink, the other a light blue. She held them out for June to choose which one she wanted fucking her. She chose pink, as she wanted to fuck Sara’s slot with the blue one.

They lay in 69 position next to eachother and slid them in at the same time. Sara licked June’s juicy center and pushed the pink dildo into her hole. Her tongue feeling super wet, tapped and tickled June’s clitoris making her jump and shake a little at each feeling. It was intense and she returned the favor by opening her mouth up wrapping it around Sara’s pussy as she sucked hard and then returned to penetrating her with the light blue fuck stick provided.

June moved forward and pulled Sara’s legs down so her ass was in her face, and as she banged Sara’s cunt with the blue dick stick, she slowly licked around Sara’s asshole before plunging her tongue into it sending Sara into a rave of extra pleasure. She humped June’s hand as she came, but kept going without stopping as three more orgasms came over her body and sent sticky fluids leaking onto June, the dildo and the sheets. She let June pop her tongue in and out of her ass and June let go a rush of cum as Sara slowly licked the borders of June’s puffy, sexed vagina.

Both girls moaned uncontrollably as pleasures never before felt by either rushed over them, leaving them breathless.

As both relaxed for a few moments, Sara said, “June, I want more. But it’s now time for the last room.”

“Okay.” June responded. They kissed eachother and licked their lips. June got up and put on her shirt and walked towards the door.

——————-What’s Behind Door Number 3?——————

June opened the bedroom door and walked through to the empty dimly lit hallway closing the room door behind her. She was back at the beginning. One room left. June faced the center door now being the only one left. Without hesitating, June turned the knob and entered room 3. It was the master bedroom. Much larger and cozy. A king sized bed straight ahead with matching brown bed clothes and quilt.

Sitting on top was Jessica, wearing sexy black panties and matching top. She looked shy, and June walked closer sitting next to Jess and held onto her hand.

“Are you okay, Jess?” June asked.

“I’m sorry. Just nervous. I don’t want to ruin this. I’ve never been with another girl.” She spilled.

“It’s okay.” June said to make her feel at ease.

“I brought this. Will you use it?” Jess asked, holding a strap on dildo up for her.

June grabbed hold of it, and said, “Yes.”

“It will make me feel better. Maybe I will feel better and not use it later.” Jess said.

June removed her shirt, and slipped on the strap on. “I will do my best to make it very pleasurable for you, Jess.” She assured.

“Okay.”

Turn around and bend over on your knees.” She said, being easy.

Jess turned around and leaned over in doggy position on the bed. June ran her hand down Jess’ backside and pulled her panties to one side revealing her hot peach fuzz slit. She slid her fingers down and slowly eased one finger, then two inside of Jess. She jumped at first, but then relaxed and let her continue. Jess began to drip wetness from her hole. June’s fingers rubbed and lubricated around the edges. She raised up holding Jess’ hips and slipped the strapped cock into Jess with ease. Jess moaned. Her eyes closed trying to think of any guys face. June rubbed Jess’ hips held her shoulders and pumped hard into her.

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Pam had just left to meet her 1:00 curfew, leaving Laura and I alone together in my room, playing truth or dare.

“Okay, Elle, truth or dare?” asked Laura.

“Truth,” I responded immediately. Laura was definitely the wilder of the two of us, and I didn’t know what she’d dare me to do. I admit it, I’m a sissy.

“Okay. Hmm,” said Laura. She had to think for a moment to come up with a question she didn’t know the answer to. Laura and I are cousins — our moms are sisters. We’ve known each other since birth and are very close; we tell each other EVERYTHING.

“Okay,” she finally said, “I’ve got one. Have you ever fantasized about sex with a girl?”

“Well…yeah,” I said. I could feel my cheeks start to get hot. I frequently had dreams about girls, from which I would wake covered in sweat and indescribably aroused. I glanced at her face but couldn’t discern her reaction in the semi-darkness of my room. There was an uncomfortable pause before I realized she was waiting for me to take my turn.

“Oh, uh, truth or dare?” I asked. She picked truth. I hesitated — I was dying to know her answer to the same question, but apprehensive about asking. Curiosity won and I said in what I hoped was a casual tone, “Have you?”

“All the time,” she said frankly. I wasn’t sure how to react. “Truth or dare?” she asked.

“Truth,” I said, as usual.

“Have you ever fantasized about sex with me?” she asked, in a tone that made it obvious she had had the question on the tip of her tongue before I chose truth.

Now, her previous question had come as a surprise. But I had a few bisexual friends, and people talk about lesbians all the time. It was a question I could handle. But, sex with Laura is NOT a concept I was used to dealing with daily. Before she had asked the question the answer would have been “no.” But, now that the idea of lesbian sex was on my mind, and she had introduced the concept of lesbian sex with her, that “no” was becoming less definite. The more I thought about it, the sexier she was. The innocent tone with which she had just spoken was such a turn-on. Her long golden hair was so vibrant, her eyes so bright, her turned-up nose so cute, her full lips so inviting, her neck so slim and — I stopped that train of thought before it moved any lower on her body. Still, I didn’t know what the answer to her question was.

“Uh, I um–I, uh, changed my mind, dare,” I stuttered.

“That’s okay,” she said. Her voice, incredibly, remained even and casual.”Um…alright, come sit over here,” she said.

“That’s it?” I asked dubiously.

“No, silly,” she giggled, patting the carpet next to her, “Just come here.” So, I got off of my bed and sat down next to where she was sitting against the wall. We were real close, I could feel the heat coming from her arm. When we turned our heads to look at each otheer, our noses were only a few inches apart. “Hold on,” she said, and leaned maltepe escort forward so that she could reach her arms up under the back of her shirt. I watched, bewildered, as she removed her bra and pulled it out through one of the sleeves of her t-shirt.

“Okay, your dare…” she said, and pulled up the front of her shirt revealing two perfectly formed, slightly larger-than-average, totally untanned breasts with exquisite light brown nipples. “Is to suck my nipples.” It was unbelievable. I felt all fluttery and hot. Suddenly all I wanted to do was to touch, taste, experience her beautiful chest.

I tore my attention away from her tits to look up at her face. She smiled encouragingly and my inhibitions melted. Placing my hand awkwardly over her belly button, I lowered my mouth to a nipple and touched it tentatively with my tongue. She let out a sigh and the nipple instantly hardened. Excited by her reaction, I stuck my entire mouth on as much of her breast as I could, circling the nipple with my tongue. I removed my hand from her stomach and used it to massage one breast while I licked and nibbled the other. After a few minutes, I switched tits. I just couldn’t get enough of the spicy taste of her nipples. The whole time, she made little whimpering noises, which I found so unbearably erotic.

After a while, she pulled my head away. Reluctantly, I let her. Her face was flushed with arousal and, I suddenly realized, my panties were soaked. She gave me a loving smile.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Do the same thing to me,” I said, eager to feel what Laura had felt. I pulled up my shirt — I was braless. My breasts were the same size as hers, but my nipples were a deep pink, almost red, and pierced. Without a word she bent to her task, pushing my nipple ring around with her tongue. I gasped at the first contact, but quickly relaxed. I often stimulated my breasts manually while masturbating, but the feel of a tongue on my virgin tits was a billion times better. Each lick of her eager tongue sent a shiver down my spine.

Suddenly, just as she started really going at it, she stopped. I looked down to see what could possibly be interrupting my moment of bliss, and was met with Laura’s hot lips on mine. We both groaned as she tried to devour my mouth. Her tongue walked into my mouth like it owned the place, and began exploring every crevice. My tongue met hers in a passionate embrace. This was beyond kissing any boy. Kissing a boy was just a brief clash of two mouths. Kissing my cousin was a long, passionate union of two souls.

Finally she broke the kiss, leaving my mouth vibrating with sensation. We stared at each other briefly, breathing hard. She ripped off my shirt, then pulled my skirt off. I was left naked except for my panties.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” she said breathily. That was an understatement; nişantaşı escort my panties were entirely saturated with my juices. I watched as she pulled off her own t-shirt, then wiggled out of her shorts. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw her beautiful blond bush. Before I could comment she was removing my panties. I stretched my legs out so she could pull them off easily. Then she fixed her gaze on my wet, shaved pussy.

“I’m gonna make you come all over my face,” she said, and dove for my cunt. I squealed with pleasure and surprise as she licked me, and was so aroused that I orgasmed immediately. I squeezed my eyes shut tight as, true to her prediction, I came all over my cousin’s face.

We both relaxed. For nearly fifteen minutes we sat in that position, trying to catch our breath — two naked girls, me with the top of my back and my neck leaning on the wall, the rest of my body sprawled over the floor, my cousin still between my wide open legs, head resting on my thigh. After a while, I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her.

“My turn,” I said, and we switched places. I was suddenly directly in front of Elle’s cunt. I inhaled deeply, letting her musky scent fill my body. Then I began kissing her inner thighs lightly, around her pussy, coming tantalizingly close but never quite there.

Finally, I attached my mouth to her. Her bush tickled my nose as I shoved my tongue into her hot hole. I licked and sucked and sucked and licked and her cries slowly got louder and louder. I tasted every part of her salty slit and she bucked her hips with incredible pleasure. Finally, there was a dramatic rise in the volume and pitch of her yelps, and in less than a minute she lost control. Her powerful thighs squeezed my head painfully, her heels dug into my back, her entire body spasmed violently and she filled my mouth with hot, salty girl-cum. I swallowed every drop, then lovingly licked her pussy clean as she sighed with post-orgasm bliss.

Finally I moved up and lay on top of her, smashing our breasts and pussies together, and putting me in the perfect position to continue exchanging saliva with her. I chased her tongue around her mouth while lightly stroking her cheek with my fingertips. I could still taste traces of my pussy in her mouth, and I knew she could taste hers in mine. We made out for a long, long time. I could fuck Elle for hours, but I could kiss her for days.

I kissed her for an eternity, one hand on the side of her head and one on her thigh. Her thigh, her beautiful thigh. It was so smooth and flawless and warm. I let my mind wander around Elle’s body while my tongue wandered around her mouth. Her beautiful, sexy tits, her long, sensual legs, and her hot, tasty pussy. Every part of her body turned me on, and the intensity of the kiss grew as I got hotter and hotter. My cousin was such a fucking hottie. I wanted her so bad.

Before ümraniye escort long my pussy was dripping again and I was hornier than I had ever been in my life. I gave a long, sexy moan into my cousin’s mouth, then broke the kiss. I rolled off of her and stuck three fingers in my pussy and began fucking myself wildly while massaging my clit with my thumb. I needed an orgasm so badly.

“Now, now, that’s my job,” my cousin grinned, and pulled my hand away.

“Fuck,” I whispered, breathing hard. “I need it so fucking bad. Eat me, baby…”

“Why should I?” she asked. I looked at her and saw a mischevious grin on her face.

“Please, Elle, I need it,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe how horny I was. At that moment, I would do anything to get off.

“Oh, I don’t think you want it enough,” she said, her grin widening.

“Just fucking eat me!” I practically screamed.

“Make me,” she said. I couldn’t believe her.

“Damn it, Elle, I need to fucking come!” with every second I was getting hornier, and the fact that my cousin was sexy, naked, and right next to me wasn’t helping.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t REALLY need to come,” she said. Unable to stand it any longer, I tried to masturbate again. Again Elle moved my hand away.

“If you want to come, Laura, you’re gonna have to convince me you need it,” she insisted. She was driving me insane, but I knew she wouldn’t get me off until I had satisfied her.

“Please, Elle! I have to have you! You’re so fucking sexy! I need you to devour my wet pussy before I EXPLODE!” I gasped.

“You’re such a little slut,” she giggled.

“Lick me, you bitch!” I groaned. I can’t express how much I needed it.

“Well, gee, when you put it that way,” she said, and bit my clit. I screamed while she continued to chew on my clit. In less than a minute, I screamed again and came all over her face a second time. This orgasm was the best of my life. I felt like I pumped come all over her for five minutes straight. I was screaming the whole time, shaking my head back and forth. Finally I began to calm down, and sucked in huge gulps of air while she moved away from my clit to lick my pussy clean. As my moans subsided, she continued to lick my cunt. I had barely come down from one orgasm before another one started building. My cries quickly started getting louder, and I began to rub one of my nipples while she licked me. This time she ate me for a long time before, finally, I had three delicious orgasms in rapid succession. It was a long time before either of us could move.

After a while, she lay down next to me. We both propped ourselves up on our elbows and engaged in a long, tender, kiss. Her hand rubbed my stomach gently, lovingly, in circles. Her circles got lower, and lower…

I broke the kiss to moan. She slid a finger in me, then added another and started finger-fucking me. I groaned and reached down to her pussy. We rubbed and fucked and massaged until we both had one last simultaneous orgasm.

Finally, I laid my head on her shoulder.

“Wow…wow…w…wow,” I said, too amazed to do much else.

“I know,” she said in a dream voice. “That was incredible.”

“You’re so hot,” I said. She laughed. We talked for the rest of the night.

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