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Kaia had shown up at the Grace home at precisely one o’clock on Sunday afternoon, a bouquet of wildflowers for Skyler’s mom in hand. She wore a dress, not exactly a rarity for Kaia during her adult life, but it would be the first one that Skyler had ever seen her in.

Kaia wore her hair down and had used a straightener on it, though she’d made sure to leave some of the body, giving it a wavy look. The overall effect combined with her makeup was to soften her appearance. Kaia knew her lean body and athletic frame came across as a bit butch to some people, and that wasn’t her. She was as feminine as the next girl in her way, and she wanted Skyler’s father to see that.

She’d barely knocked at the door when Kaia heard heavy footsteps approaching it from the other side.

“Kaia!” Skyler’s father said with a smile as he stepped back to wave her inside. “Come on inside. Your timing is perfect. I think Bree Ann was just getting ready to set the food on the table.”

“Is that Kaia?” came a voice from the kitchen, quickly followed by its owner’s appearance as Skyler’s mother’s smiling face made her way down the hall towards Kaia. “Look at you. You look gorgeous!”

Kaia fought the urge to blush but found it a challenge as Bree Ann’s arms went around her in a sudden rush. She hugged the more mature version of Skyler back as she watched the woman’s husband retreat back into their front room. When Bree Ann broke their hug, she reached up and cupped Kaia’s cheeks.

“Don’t be nervous, Kaia. He’s ready to learn his daughter’s news, and he’s going to be just fine with it. Pretty soon, he’ll love you every bit as much as I do because he’ll be able to see how happy you make Skyler,” Bree Ann said in a low voice.

Kaia smiled back at the older woman, thankful for her reassurances. She still felt nervous, but the jangles in her nerves were more for Skyler than for herself. Regardless of how today went, the couple would no longer have to hide their relationship, and Kaia was eager for that, come what may.

“These are for you,” Kaia said, holding out the flowers. “Kind of my way of thanking you for the invitation and just being so great and all.”

That got a little squeal from the older woman as she excitedly reached for the bouquet, taking the flowers and then raising on her tiptoes to kiss Kaia’s cheek.

“You’re so sweet!

“It’s all an act, Mom. She’s quite bossy and is mean when you aren’t around,” came Skyler’s voice from the top of the stairs.

Kaia looked up at the top of the landing and felt her heart begin to ache at the very sight she took in.

Skyler was wearing a pale green summer dress that accented her skin tone, hair, and eyes with perfection. And while it wasn’t form-fitting, she looked absolutely stunning in it. The top was almost like a chemise or a shift. It hung loosely off one shoulder, looking almost bohemian, and with her hair pulled back, it exposed her neck, highlighting the large silver hoops she wore in her ears.

“Now you’d better be nice, Skyler. You know that isn’t true.” Bree Ann Grace said, playfully chastising her daughter as she and Kaia watched Skyler descend the stairs. Kaia kept having to remind herself not to take the vision in a pale green into her arms once she reached the bottom of the steps, no matter how bad she wanted to.

“Hey, you,” Skyler said as she reached the bottom, her eyes giving Kaia a complete once over as her mother watched with an amused gaze. “I didn’t even know that you owned a dress.”

“Skyler!” her mother said with a sound of exasperation that drew a laugh from Kaia.

“Relax, Mom. She knows that I’m teasing her,” Skyler said, looking at her mother. She then turned her attention back towards her girlfriend. “You look so amazing, but then again, you always do.”

“Thanks,” Kaia replied, a fluttering in her stomach now that she was so close to Skyler. It hit her at that moment how much in love she was with the young auburn-haired beauty. She needed to tell her, and soon. “And you look stunning. I think this might be my most favorite thing I’ve ever seen you in.”

“You know, if you two would like to steal a kiss, now would be the time. Your father is utterly distracted by the baseball game,” Bree Ann said, her voice low and conspiratorial. The spectacle of her suggesting such subterfuge drawing a giggle from the lovers.

“Well, go on then. Get it over with and then we can go eat.”

The two women quickly looked at each other, and then Skyler took a peek in at her dad. Seeing the back of his head, she turned back to Kaia and wiggled her eyebrows before leaning in and giving her the kiss they both craved so badly. It was hardly a chaste kiss, but neither did it satisfy the yearnings bubbling inside either of them.

“There now, you two go and find your way to the table while I corral your father.”

The meal went well. It had been a long time since Kaia had eaten some genuine southern home cooking, and Bree Ann’s was on par with the best she’d ever been served. Jonathan Grace didn’t say a lot bostancı escort during the meal, mainly listening and observing how the three women interacted. Kaia could feel whenever his eyes landed on her, though she only snuck a few surreptitious looks his way during the meal. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the Pastor had already worked out exactly what her relationship was to his daughter. The only question left inside Kaia’s mind was exactly how he felt about it.

The four of them were enjoying their dessert, a scrumptious peach cobbler, when Skyler’s father decided to make his first significant contribution to the conversation.

“I got an exciting call the night before last, Skyler. I think you will find this very interesting,” Jonathan said, his eyes focused solely on his daughter.

“Oh yeah?” Skyler said, her eyes furrowing at the way her father made his statement. He didn’t often make such pronouncements to her, and typically when he did, she didn’t enjoy what followed.

“Yes, indeed,” he replied. “I heard from Frances Dailey, Becka’s mother. She said that she and Becka’s dad had divorced last year.”

“Well, that’s not good,” Skyler replied, perplexed as to how her father had chosen to frame his opening gambit to the topic. While it was news, for sure, what was so exciting about Becka’s parents splitting up?

“No, I guess that part of it wasn’t so good, but it does get better, though there was other bad news as well.”

Kaia watched the exchange between father and daughter, feeling a bit bemused. She had no clue exactly where Skyler’s father was trying to go with this.

“What other bad news. Is Becka okay?”

Jonathan Grace reached over and patted Skyler’s hand and said, “She’s okay, Skyler, though her mother did say she’d gone down a rather bad path after her father abandoned them for another woman.”

“Bad path?” Skyler said, thinking of her friend, who had always been so shy and reserved. What could sweet and beautiful Becka have possibly gotten up to that could be considered so wrong?

Jonathan Grace waved a hand and said, “Frances didn’t go too far into detail, but she did mention some drug usage and the fact that she strongly suspected Becka was having sex.”

Skyler rolled her eyes, stealing a glance across at Kaia before turning her attention back to her father.

“Dad, Becka is older than I am. So it doesn’t surprise me that she’s had sex. It’s not a rare occurrence among eighteen-year-olds in this town, much less in big cities like Los Angeles.”

Kaia watched as Skyler blushed, the implication of her words hanging over the dinner table like a pall of acrid smoke that threatened to poison the atmosphere in the room. Her concern grew when she watched as her girlfriend’s back stiffened, her eyes taking on a defiant look.

“Of course, it’s not, sweetie. It wasn’t that uncommon when I was eighteen. I’m not sure that your father is doing an outstanding job of relaying Frances’s concern. However, I can’t be sure considering this is the first I’ve heard of this topic,” Skyler’s mother said to her daughter, her voice softly disarming at first before hardening at the end as her eyes cut towards her husband. Kaia had met drill instructors in the Corp who, though they were far less subtle, would have intimidated her less than a determined Bree Ann Grace.

Kaia watched as Jonathan Grace’s eyes fluttered between his wife and daughter. It was as if his emotional barometer was suddenly throwing up warnings of an impending storm that held destructive potential. Kaia could almost see him mentally trying to calculate a safe path to backtrack through the potential minefield he suddenly found himself trapped inside. As comical as the sight was, Kaia found herself pitying the man.

“Well, um…I guess maybe not. But I was generalizing because I didn’t want to relay too much of what Frances shared. After all, I’m not entirely sure of what she meant for me to hold in confidence.”

His words did little to soften the mood in the room. Skyler stared back at her father, her arms crossed in a petulant and challenging manner. The pastor’s wife was sitting back in her chair, her glass of tea in hand as she raised a single eyebrow at her husband. It was a look that seemed to ask how he planned to get out of this one.

“Um…you mentioned some good news, Mr. Grace? What was it?” Kaia said, trying to throw the drowning man an emotional lifeline.

“Huh?” Jonathan Grace replied, his gaze suddenly finding Kaia as if he’d forgotten she was even in the room. His eyes focused on her in concentration, his mouth in a thin line. But as her question sunk in, his lips softened into a thankful smile as the sudden awareness of what she’d done seemed to hit him.

Looking back to his daughter, he said, “Oh, yes, Frances wanted me to give her cell number to some of the listing agents in our congregation. She wants to leave California and move back here to get Becka away from the crowd she’s currently hanging around with out there. ataşehir otele gelen escort So your best friend is coming home.”

The pressure in the room suddenly seemed to deflate, though not entirely. Kaia took note that although the stiffness in her girlfriend’s body lessened, it didn’t entirely go away.

“Well, that is good news, isn’t it,” Skyler’s mother said, reaching over to pat her daughter’s shoulder. It was clear to Kaia that Bree Ann had also noted that her daughter’s body still held a defensive posture.

Skyler reached up and grabbed her mother’s hand, giving it a little squeeze, but her eyes never left her father’s. “It is, Mom, and I really look forward to seeing Becka, but I’d hardly consider her my best friend anymore. That would be Kaia.”

Kaia watched as Jonathan’s eyes shifted between the three women before finally settling on her. He gave her a friendly smile and said, “Of course she is. I didn’t mean to imply otherwise.” Looking back towards his daughter, he added, “I just remember how torn up you were when her father uprooted their family and moved her away from you.” His eyes going back to Kaia, Jonathan said, “Skyler was despondent for a long time after Becka left. She was so hopelessly depressed that her mother and I had to arrange for her to meet with a grief counselor.”

His words were simply meant as an explanation. That was clear to Kaia, but Skyler took them as the perfect opportunity to segue into the prime topic that the meal had been scheduled for in the first place.

“I was depressed because I was in love with her, Dad. It was just puppy love, but it still felt real enough at the time.”

The room went quiet. Kaia studied Jonathan Grace’s face to see his reaction. Other than his eyes going wide, though, there was little to see. Whatever the man was feeling at hearing his daughter’s revelation, he kept it well hidden.

Her voice softening significantly, Skyler pressed on.

“I was too young at the time to be able to handle what I was feeling for Becka emotionally, and I had way too much guilt to do anything other than repress the implications of it.”

Kaia saw her girlfriend’s eyes mist over with a sheen of tears. But her countenance also carried a purposefully determined look. One that said she wouldn’t allow her fears or emotions to deter her from the course she’d chosen.

“I’m not the little girl anymore, though. I’ve grown up a lot since then and come to terms with all those emotions and what they mean, Dad.”

Kaia held her breath. Here they were, having reached the summit of their long climb. She knew that Skyler’s next words would either be accepted and a reason for celebration, or things would quickly go crashing down the other side. And if that happened, there was no telling how bloody everyone would be when they reached the bottom.

“I’m glad Becka is coming home, Dad. It will be nice to have her here because I’ve missed her. But even better, it will give me a chance to introduce her to my girlfriend.”

For the first time in a while, Skyler’s eyes found Kaia’s for more than just a glance. Her emerald green orbs burned with an intensity that told Kaia how she felt, even if the words had yet to be spoken. It was a big step to say something like that for the first time, and Kaia was okay waiting to hear it.

Kaia wondered how Skyler’s father was taking his daughter’s news, but found herself unable to tear her eyes away. Wanting to reassure and support her girlfriend, Kaia reached across the table to offer Skyler her hand. The auburn-haired beauty’s fingers found hers, their digits intertwining. Kaia smiled at her, giving Skyler a wink.

Kaia wasn’t sure how long they sat there staring at each other, no one saying a word. It wasn’t until she heard Bree Ann speak that she could tear her eyes away from the smoldering gaze that Skyler had them trapped inside.

“Do you understand what your daughter is telling you, Jonathan?”

All eyes went to the man sitting at the head of the table. Kaia couldn’t help but think of how he looked like raw-recruit his first day at boot camp on Parris Island as he’s being screamed at by his drill instructor. He seemed so afraid of saying the wrong thing, Kaia wasn’t sure he would say anything at all.

Finally, Jonathan Grace looked at his daughter and said, “Are you sure of this, Skyler? I don’t mean to question how you feel, but this is a big step, and there’s no walking it back once this news is out there. People will have their reactions, and it likely won’t all be positive.”

Kaia studied Skyler’s father. His question seemed sincere, and his voice was full of concern for his daughter. She turned to look at her girlfriend and found Skyler’s eyes on her, a smile on her face that spoke volumes.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, Daddy. And I know there are likely going to be people that will judge me for it, but I’m okay with that as long as I have Kaia by my side and you and Mom at my back,” Skyler said gently to her father, istanbul escort though her eyes never left Kaia.

Jonathan Grace pushed his chair back, standing up as he studied the scene in front of him. He looked first at Skyler before allowing his eyes to drift over to his wife, finally coming to rest on Kaia.

Turning back to his daughter, Jonathan said, “Well, if Kaia is what it takes to make you happy, then I guess that I can live with that. It wasn’t exactly how I saw things going while raising you, but I think being a parent is like that quite often. I’ll certainly support you if this is what you really want.”

Then turning his eyes back to Kaia, he said, “But I will expect to see you in church with my daughter for now on, young lady. No exceptions.”

Kaia’s eyes went big, but she immediately agreed. The fact that he had no intention of having Skyler hide her feelings was remarkable, but the reality that he didn’t mind her openly expressing them in the church was more than Kaia could have hoped for in her mind.

Jonathan Grace then quietly excused himself to return to his ballgame in the front room, leaving the three women sitting there in shocked silence until he was gone.

They waited until they heard the television cut on, the sound of the Atlanta Braves announcers coming from the sound system, before Skyler stood, releasing a little squeal as she grabbed her mother in a hug.

Kaia watched the pair share their moment, still in a little bit of awe at all that had transpired since she’d first met Skyler. A plethora of happenstance and tragedy had brought Kaia to this small town at a time when she’d desperately needed to pick up the pieces of her life. Kaia had arrived firmly believing that her chance at true love had passed her by, only to quickly discover that it had been patiently waiting here for her all along. Waiting in the form of an auburn-haired beauty who hadn’t yet come to terms with her sexuality.

She didn’t know what the future held for the two of them, but Kaia was ready to face whatever came head-on. After all, if Skyler could overcome all she had in such a short time, then Kaia owed her nothing less than going all in.

Even if the thought of being hurt again scared her to death.

Kaia had barely had time to register those thoughts when Skyler left her mother’s arms and slid into her lap, her right arm going around Kaia’s neck. She slipped her arms around the younger woman’s narrow waist and smiled at her, leaning her forehead against Skyler’s.

“We don’t have to hide anymore, baby,” Skyler cooed at her softly, an almost giddy look in her eyes.

Knowing Skyler’s mother was watching intently and understanding that Bree Ann wouldn’t mind in the least, Kaia brought her lips to Skyler’s. The kiss the two women shared made their earlier liplock in the front entrance almost seem chaste in comparison. Kaia was only peripherally aware of the older woman quietly excusing herself as their kiss continued. She hoped that they hadn’t made Bree Ann uncomfortable, but found herself unwilling to break the kiss with Skyler.

When their lips finally separated, the two women stared at each other closely. Kaia could feel the passion emanating between them as if it almost had a corporeal presence, something tangible that she could reach out and touch if she chose to. How many times in a lifetime could a person hope to find the kind of love that left you feeling intoxicated? The kind that made you feel as if you might float away without something to anchor you in place. Kaia didn’t know, but she decided that it was damned time she made Skyler understand just how she felt.

“I’m in love with you, Sky,” Kaia said, just as Bree Ann stepped back through the kitchen’s swinging door with a roll of cling wrap in her hands.

Kaia saw Skyler’s mother freeze in place out of the corner of her eye, but it was the way Skyler’s eyes went big at her admission that grabbed her attention.

“Wh…what did you say?”

Steeling her resolve and pulling the auburn-haired beauty closer to her, Kaia repeated herself.

Her words hung between them for what felt to Kaia to be an inordinate amount of time, but it was likely only a matter of just a few seconds in all reality.

“You know, I always hated it when Jacob called me Sky. It used to drive me insane,” Skyler said at last, before allowing a big smile to blossom across her face. “But I love the way it sounds when you say it. And by the way, I’m in love with you, too.”

Both younger women couldn’t help but laugh when they heard a sudden squeal from behind them and suddenly found themselves enveloped in a hug from Skyler’s mother. Kaia accepted a kiss on the cheek from Bree Ann, Skyler, too. The older woman’s eyes were moist with tears as she turned to slip away back into the kitchen without saying a word.

“Think she’s happy?” Kaia asked jokingly.

“Maybe just a little,” Skyler replied, holding her thumb and index finger slightly apart. “I’m pretty happy too.”

“I might be a little happy myself,” Kaia said with a roll of the eyes before pulling Skyler in for another kiss. The couple’s lips came together time and time again as the feeling of excitement built between them. Kaia could feel her panties moisten as their tongues danced together, the sudden need to possess Skyler’s body nearly overwhelmed her.

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When I woke up the next morning, I heard Kendra moving about the kitchen again making us breakfast, which brought a smile to my face, knowing that she was thinking of me even if it was not on a sexual level. I pulled on my stonewashed jeans with torn spots (I called them my poor girl’s jeans) and a form fitting blouse and scooted out to where she was.

“About damn time you got out of bed.” she said with a chirp in her voice. “I thought you were gonna leave me alone until noon.”

“No way, I want to make the most of our weekend together, girl!” I shot back.

As I drew closer to see what she was cooking, she reached out to give me a hug, in a kind of clumsy way, but I could tell it was meant to be affectionate. I slipped my arms around her waist and without thinking, pulled her right into me in a tight embrace. Kendra’s breath caught as our bodies pressed together, hips against hips, breasts against breasts, lips at our respective ears. I drank the sensations that felt downright intimate, like lovers would be, the deep warmth from bodies intertwined and woven together, as if she were already mine.

Kendra made no effort to break the hold or pull back, but instead seemed to surrender to it, to the sensations, and ultimately–to ME. Trying to be subtle, I just started swaying back and forth, not in any sort of sexual manner but continuing the connectedness that I could sense us both feeling. I felt her sigh contentedly as her body began moving with mine in a sensual dance that felt downright delicious. I knew I had to carefully draw out the experience without doing anything that might frighten her. The longer we went on like this the closer to intimate contact we would be.

I couldn’t express my thoughts out loud yet, but I was in heaven, so I just whispered to myself in my mind. “That’s it, Kendra, dance with me…let your body move with mine…let the sensations take hold and guide you to places you have never imagined…to guide you to ME.”

Kendra’s movements continued and I kept my hands firmly on her back without trying to caress her, though my desires were starting to escalate. I wanted her more in that moment than I ever had before, and my instincts whispered to me that the moment I had dreamt of…and literally ached for…was on the verge of actually happening. Her guard was down and she was incredibly vulnerable to me now, which is probably the most beautiful description of an intimate moment that I ever heard described.

I istanbul sınırsız escort just kept holding her, locked in our sensual dance, not making any moves other than what I had been doing for the past several minutes, until my lips brushed her ear quite accidentally, eliciting a response that surprised us both–a moan.

“Ohhhhh my gawd, Jenna.”

It wasn’t an expression of fear or outrage, or even surprise; it was desire, pure, romantic, sexual desire, which had her in its grip to the point that any other thoughts simply had no room to take root. THIS was it. THIS was the moment. Now I had to draw her into the experience fully so that she could surrender to it, and ultimately, to me.

Knowing Kendra as thoroughly as I did meant that I knew her fears, her dreams, what she detested and what she loved, as well as what aroused her. That gave me the strategy for what to do next, as I knew her neck was a deeply sensitive and erotic spot on her, and that sensual whispers turned her on. I leaned my head to one side and let my lips brush her neck just below her ear, softly and sensually and quietly said, “You are beyond beautiful, baby, I NEED to taste your neck.”

If you talked any of my exes, all of them would agree that I don’t just kiss a girl’s neck, I make love to it…savor it…worship it, every succulent inch of it. As my lips planted a warm and gentle wet kiss right on the skin so exposed to me there, Kendra’s back arched, her head turning to one side in the most erotic gestures of surrendered I had ever witnessed up to that point. Her body visibly trembled as if I had cast some sort of spell over her and she released a throaty moan that confirmed how much she was enjoying the sensations.

I felt her fumble for the knob to turn off the burner, a clear signal that all she wanted now was what she was feeling. I slid my tongue along her neck, interspersing that warm wet sensation with gentle nibbles that made her gasp “Oh GAWD Jenna…don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”

“Sweetie, I won’t stop until I show you firsthand what real lovemaking is like, until you feel every inch of your skin on fire and your body climaxing so hard you will see stars”, I thought to myself, knowing now was not the time to confess such things to her.

“I am just getting started, love.” I whispered, this time more vocally, starting to gnaw gently on her neck, making her slip one hand at the istanbul rus escort back of my head, fingers sliding through my hair, pushing me firmly to her neck. Slowly I moved my right hand to her hip, gyrating my pussy against it and making her groan even more. Kendra’s body shook as she felt my heat against her, as I began claiming her one kiss and caress at a time. I could tell that she was surrendered to the sheer ecstasy of our foreplay and that virtually nothing would stop what was happening now. Emboldened by her deepening surrender to me, I slowly slid my hand up from her hip, inch by inch until I was caressing her skin, moving slowly upwards to the breasts I craved to touch. I reminded myself that there was no hurry and that she deserved to be savored bit by bit by a lover who knew what would feel good to her. Then she moaned something I had fantasized about hearing but sent a massive quake up my spine.

“Ohhhhh Jenna I want you SO much.”

My hand slipped over her bare breast, making her body lurch forward to increase the pressure of my touch, her nipple so hard that I was taken aback. “Mmmmm baby I have wanted you for so long, you haunted my thoughts and my dreams forever. You belong to ME now.”

I forced myself to pull away from her neck, and in one gentle motion pulled the baggy top above her head, my lips seeing hers as both hands cupped her amazing breasts.

Kendra’s mouth tasted incredible as her lips returned my kiss with equal passion, her perfect mouth making love to mine in a sensual dance much ice the one our bodies had been doing just a few moments ago. Gasps and moans came from each of us as we shared a deep erotic kiss, the kind she deserved to have and that only another woman could give her. My very straight best friend was making out with me in ways that made my most erotic dreams pale in comparison to the reality of the moment. I gently tickled her lips with my tongue, requesting permission to enter, which she gladly obliged. “Damn could that girl kiss,” I thought, beyond pleased at how skilled she was, even though this was her first true set of lesbian kisses ever.

Kendra had often lamented at how quickly the guys she dated rushed through foreplay in general and kissing in particular, noting that she could do it for hours given the opportunity. I guided her body away from the stove to the vacant wall a foot away and pressed her back against it, my hands caressing her escort atasehir ample breasts as my lips and tongue conveyed my deepest affections and passions to her.

I could sense that she wanted to move forward with lovemaking, but I wanted to make the kissing last as long as we could manage it. I lost track of time as our lips continued to deeply caress each other and our tongues gently dancing; more than once it was clear that she was surrendering her tongue to mine which was so damn sexy that I nearly came as mine took hers again and again. I started kissing along her cheek, nibbling the skin, slowly inching down her neck and finally down towards the valley between her breasts, planting a wet kiss squarely between them. I kissed upwards towards the top of her breast and planted more in a circle around the nipple, inching ever closer. I could tell it was driving her crazy, and in a surprise move she pushed my face right to her nipple.

“Kendra, I have always envied your breasts…they are the most gorgeous I have ever seen, on the entire planet even.” I whispered, knowing it was an exaggeration but loving the cooing it elicited from her lips.

Like her neck, Kendra nipples were incredibly sensitive and I knew from her own accounts that if a lover took the time to suckle them just right, that she could have an incredible orgasm. As my lips gently wrapped around her nipple, I made it my mission to do just that. She cradled my head against her tenderly as her chest expanded with each deep breath, indicating her intense pleasure. I moaned into the nipple as my tongue swirled around and my lips gently but insistently sucked hungrily on them.

I never stopped my patient assault on her nipple, and she began to gasp “Oh” in regular intervals, which began to get shorter and shorter until the magic moment of her first lesbian orgasm arrived, her back arching, her breath coming in short panting sounds, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, unconsciously grinding on my hop, making me feel her own heat and wetness.

“Oh GAWWWWWWWWWWD” she screamed out, so loudly that my ears were ringing for several moments afterward, a crescendo of passion that she managed to ride out for what seemed like several minutes, after which her legs buckled, forcing me to hold her up long enough for her to recover. I could tell by the intensity of the orgasm that she has been deprived of genuine satisfaction for quite some time, and hoped that it would leave a lasting impression on her. For the next several minutes I just held her up until she recovered enough to stand back up on her own.

“Gawd…Jenna, I had no idea how…how…” she said, stopping abruptly as if words simply couldn’t do the moment justice.

Grinning, I said unassumingly, “Oh sweetie I am just getting started.”

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When Leoni came out from the back of the strip club, only Kelly and Michael were still there; Kelly because of the unspoken female buddy system, and Mike because Kelly hadn’t wanted to wait alone. The rest had gone home or on to cheaper bars. Kelly thought Leoni looked a little preoccupied as she drew near; she was looking at Kelly but not responding to her facial expressions. When Leoni got to their table, she went around to Kelly’s chair and leaned in close as if to say something quietly. But at first, she didn’t speak at all, and Kelly realized during this time that Leoni’s eyes were falling right down through the stretched v-neck of her tank top and into her wide and ample cleavage. Then, when Leoni did speak, it was surely loud enough for Mike to hear.

“Kelly,” she said, “I think you’re fuckable.”

Kelly looked a bit like a deer caught in the headlights. “Leoni, what happened?”

Leoni only smiled. “Hey Mike, thanks for waiting.”

“No problem.”

“Do you like me, Mike?”

“Of course I like you.”

“I’m sorry.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “What I meant to ask is: Do you want to take me back to my room right now and pump me full of your cum?”

“I—. Wha—. Yes. Very, very yes.”

“Great.”

“Leoni?!” Kelly protested.

“Thanks for waiting Kelly. Sorry about this. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” Leoni had already taken Mike’s arm and was leading him out of his seat.

Leoni’s roommate Mare (short for Maryam) was already in bed with the lights out when the redhead came in entangled with Mike. Mike had undone most of Leoni’s blouse in the hallway while Leoni had opened the door and loosened his belt. The door had barely shut and Leoni was on her knees in the pale pink light of a streetlamp, taking down his pants. It was at this point that Mare rolled over under her covers and Mike tried to point out her presence to Leoni. But Leoni was too absorbed in her task and in another second, Mike’s cock was out, aiming right at Leoni’s face.

Mike couldn’t tell if Mare was awake. She had to be awake; they were hardly being quiet. He couldn’t tell whether her eyes were open, then, though he could see her beautiful young East Indian face, soft and rounded and dark. She might have been watching. If she was, she had a full enough view of Mike’s penis, or at least the part outside Leoni’s mouth, which went between four and eight inches in length as she sucked away on him. Mike couldn’t look away from Mare’s face, even while his own contorted in pleasure. Secretly, he fancied she was watching him and liking it, despite her usual shy and proper manner. He imagined his cock pushing past her full, shapely lips.

Leoni had worked off the rest of her blouse while she sucked. The motion caught Mike’s attention and pulled it from Mare. He looked down on his topless friend giving him a blowjob. Her noticed her slight breasts, and the projecting nipples finally bare. Leoni felt that he was too close to cumming, and she let go of him, lying back in the middle of the floor and unbuttoning her jeans. Mike made more gestures to Maryam but Leoni ignored them.

And there was her bush. She hadn’t been wearing any panties. Once the jeans were off, she was naked, and reaching up for Mike’s cock like it was the antidote to something that had bitten her. He could not refuse, and so he went down to her while she pushed on a condom, and then he thrust himself inside her. She made a hushed noise and began to massage her nipples while he fucked her, her head and her eyes rolled back. Mike thought that she must have seen Mare like that, albeit upside down, but still Leoni didn’t seem to care about the presence of her roommate. Maybe she had gotten a taste for exhibitionism at the strip club.

Mike was looking at Leoni’s body when Mare opened her eyes. They came open slowly and settled on Leoni and her face. Leoni’s eyes were closed. Just in case, Mare gave a wide disbelieving look and rolled over slowly to face the wall.

The next morning, Mare woke fairly early and looked over to see Leoni sleeping in her bed, alone. Mare rose and grabbed her towel and went out to the hallway and the showers.

Leoni wasn’t sleeping, in fact. She hadn’t slept much all night. Instead, she was lying there with her eyes closed trying to dream of sleep.

Some time later, Mare returned and hung her towel by her bed. Then as always, she turned to face her wall and stepped out of her short-legged pyjama pants. Usually, she would put on some panties and proper pants before switching her top, but today of all days, she allowed herself to become completely naked. Leoni’s emotions were all contorted as she watched from her bed. In large part, she was angry that she could not have felt last night with Mike what she was feeling just now at the mere sight of Mare’s girly bronze bum. In fact, there was more than the bum. From down on her bed, Leoni could see the shape where the lips hung down in the wide space between Mare’s thighs.

Suddenly, with her white cotton panties in her hands, Mare turned her head back over her shoulder. Leoni was too slow to react and so nişantaşı escort didn’t bother shutting her eyes. Instead, she resigned herself to discovery and made the best of it by enjoying the teasing edge of her roommate’s left breast below her armpit. Mare stayed frozen; she didn’t seem to know what to do or say.

“Geez, Mare. How come you’re always wearing baggy clothes?”

Mare blushed and looked away. “What do you mean?” She looked quickly over herself and then fumbled to get the panties on. Her breast joggled out under her arm while she did. It was full and round, hanging but not sagging. But then she had pulled a thick sweater down over it – skipping her bra in her haste – and was already working on some dark jeans.

“I mean you’ve got a gorgeous figure. You don’t need to be shy about a body like that.”

“You’re not too shy yourself, these days.”

Leoni took a breath. “I’m sorry we woke you.”

“You didn’t wake me; I was already up.”

“You were up?”

“Yup.”

Leoni sat up in her bed. “Did you watch?”

“What?”

“While you were pretending to sleep, were you watching us?”

“No.”

“You were!”

“You were the ones putting on the sex show. You can’t blame me for seeing it.”

“I’m hardly blaming you. I’m just surprised you liked it.”

“I didn’t like it.”

“Then why did you watch?”

Mare was still turned away from Leoni, shuffling things around in one of the drawers of her dresser. “You know, it’s like a car wreck; you can’t look away.”

“Do you fancy Mike?”

“No.”

“Well built though, isn’t he?”

“I can’t believe you want to talk about this.”

“He’s not my boyfriend; it was just a thing.”

“Yeah but we’re still talking about me watching you fucking. You were completely naked on our floor, Lee, rubbing yourself.”

“You must have seen me naked before.”

“Your legs were spread wide open and Mike was going in and out of you.”

“Well I don’t suppose you ever saw that before.”

Mare spun around. “Aren’t you embarrassed?”

The words seemed to weigh on Leoni. “I’m sorry,” she said.

After a moment, Mare went and sat on her bed. “Well, it wasn’t so bad.”

“No, you’re right, it was awful.”

“It wasn’t awful. If you were Janice, it would have been awful.”

They laughed; they couldn’t help it.

“Well I’m glad I rate better than Janice at least.” They were still chuckling.

“You rate way better than Janice. Hell, if I’d had a camera handy, I’d be rich.”

“Oh get off it.”

“Seriously, next time give me warning so I can set up my tripod.”

“Fuck off.”

They laughed again.

“I need to put on a bra.” Mare was looking down at her sweater.

“Sorry Mare, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable just now. You were just standing there and…well, it was like a car wreck. I never saw you naked before.”

“I thought you were sleeping.”

“Don’t worry; I wish everyone were so easy on the eyes.”

“Oh shut up.”

“No, seriously, you could do underwear ads.”

“Are you full of shit?”

“No, really.”

“I’ve been gaining weight.”

“Then you were too skinny before. Speaking as a woman who’s just seen your waist, your hips, and your thighs — and your ass — there is not one ounce of unappealing fat on you. Trust me, Mare. You’re absolutely luscious. Even your back is luscious.”

“My back?”

Leoni put up her hands in mock surrender. “What can I say, you have a luscious back.”

Mare smiled. “Well, uh, thanks. Now look away. I’m going to put on my bra.”

“Are you still self conscious? After all that?” Leoni swivelled on her bed and looked out the window. She had her arms around her shins and her knees up by her chin.

“I’m just not used to being looked at.” While she said this, Mare noticed that with the new arrangement of Leoni’s covers and her cotton nightshirt, a wide swath of her right buttock was bare. It was evident that she hadn’t worn any panties to bed. Mare turned away as quickly as she could and hauled off her sweater.

“I’m peeking at your baaack.”

“Lee!” Mare slung her arms around her breasts instinctively. She glanced back at her roommate, who was still looking out the window. “You’re incorrigible.” Leoni sniggered. Mare let her arms down and bent to get the bra from her mattress. This offered Leoni a very clear profile of Mare’s breasts, swinging under her, when Leoni snuck her peek a moment later.

“Did you just peek?”

Leoni looked over now, figuring she had a legitimate excuse since she’d been spoken to. Mare was holding her bra up to her chest but had not put it on. She was standing square to the wall with her shoulders turned halfway to Leoni. She wore a stern scowl.

“Why would I peek? I’ve seen naked women before. I saw a whole year’s worth last night.”

Mare’s face cleared entirely. “I forgot about that! What happened?” She faced away again and bent down to get her breasts properly into the white lace C cups of her bra. Leoni hadn’t been ümraniye escort asked to look away, so she didn’t. But the angle was not as generous this time.

“Well, there was music, and every couple of songs, there was a different girl up on stage dancing for us.”

“How far did they go?” Mare was fastening the strap behind her back.

“Oh they went all the way.”

“Completely naked?”

“Oh yeah. Some even fingered themselves.”

“Now you are full of shit.” Mare had the sweater on her forearms and had paused.

“You can ask any of the guys. Or Niko or Kelly.”

“Kelly was there? How did she like it?”

“I don’t know really. She didn’t want to leave though.”

“No way! So you think she’s bi after all?”

“Probably everyone’s a little bi. Anyway, it was weird, but it wasn’t bad. I mean some of them were really good dancers. One or two were actually artistic. And, honestly, they were hot.”

“So how long did you stay?”

“I don’t know, two, three hours.”

“That long?!”

“Well, I’m not sure.”

Finally, Mare worked her sweater over her head and down to her waist. As Mare came away from her corner of the room, Leoni threw off her covers and swung her right leg over to step off her bed. In so doing, with her nightshirt riding up on her hips like it was, she flashed her roommate with a split-second view of her bright orange bush.

“Christ, Lee!”

“What?” her legs were back together again, hanging off the bed.

“You just flashed me!”

Leoni looked down, pretending not to understand. “Oh, sorry, Mare. I guess you got a little taste of the strip club there.”

“Well that’s enough for me, thanks.”

Leoni stood up. The shirt went down just past her bum. Her nipples were as prominent as ever behind its thin material. “Don’t they ever get models in for you in photography?”

“Yeah, there was one guy and one girl, but it wasn’t like a strip club.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it wasn’t erotic. They were just plain and it was all very dry. Professional.”

“And that’s different from this how?”

Mare seemed suddenly perplexed. “Uh —.”

“Was that erotic for you? That sneak peak at my bush?”

“No, I—.”

“Do I make you feel naughty, here in nothing but this shirt?” Leoni ran her palms down over her hips, inflecting her pelvis and pushing out her nipples.

“Oh piss off, you!”

Leoni laughed. “Don’t worry, Mare; like I said, everyone’s a little bi.”

“I am not bi!”

“Okay, okay.” Leoni gave Mare a meaningful look and then bent down straight-legged to her bottom drawer, flaunting the lower rounds of her ass and her pussy for the other girl.

“Leoni!” Mare shouted, turning her head away immediately. After a few moments, she looked back, but Leoni was still bent over, and to make matters worse, she was now wiggling her bottom back and forth. “Oh, Leoni,” Mare added in a low and scornful voice. She raised a hand up before her eyes.

“I’m just messing with you, Mare. I haven’t got much to hide from you anyway, now.” But still Leoni did not stand up. Instead, she spread her feet apart so that her thighs lifted up the hem of her shirt and her full ass was visible. The lips of her pussy dangled in plain view, slightly parted.

Mare didn’t say anything for a moment. She was looking past her hand at the show. “You really want to be one of them, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“The strippers.”

Leoni looked back towards Mare while maintaining her display. “Do you think I’d be good at it?”

“Well I’m no expert, but I expect you’re doing well right now.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. I don’t want to see my roommate’s labia. I can’t believe you’re still standing there presenting your most intimate parts to me.”

“So look away.”

“Oh sure.”

“Car wreck?”

“More like a train wreck, Lee. An airplane wreck.”

“You’ve never seen another woman’s pussy before, have you? I mean really looked at it.”

“No, of course not! Have you?”

“Well, last night.”

“Oh yeah.”

“I must have seen a dozen last night.”

“And now you want to subject me to that?”

“Well, is it so bad?”

“Yes! You’re my roommate, and you’re doing erotic poses for me. Without any panties on!”

“I’m just bending over here with my legs apart. Whether it’s erotic or not is up to you.”

“I’m really not bi, Lee. Now put your legs together.”

“I’ll do that once you’ve had a real look.”

“Why the hell do you want me to look?”

“Because I think you’re missing out. You’re always taking photos of pollen in flowers and people’s fingers and shit. So when this girl on stage put her pussy in my face last night, it was strange at first, sure, but then it occurred to me that it was really beautiful, in that artistic kind of way. Forget the bi teasing; just take a real look at it and tell me it isn’t cool.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Mare, who else is going to let you look like this? I don’t mind; go ahead.”

“It’s just weird.”

“Seriously, atasehir sınırsız escort Mare,” — and Leoni did sound very sensible — “what’s wierd? We’re women; this is our anatomy. And we’re friends. If you’re not bi, then what are you afraid of?”

“I guess.”

“Just look at me, will you?”

“Alright, fine.” Mare bent a little and put her head forward, hesitantly. Leoni went back to looking at her dresser, staying very still at first, and later allowing her hips to sway slightly. After a minute of that, Mare knelt down and began to tilt her head to the left and right. Eventually, she inched up closer, until she was only a foot or two away from Leoni’s behind. “Okay, it is kind of pretty,” she admitted plainly. “I can see what you mean. It’s intricate. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Oh grow up. We’ve both got one. Guys worship their cocks so much, the least we can do is appreciate our pussies.”

Mare laughed nervously. “Well I suppose that’s true. But guys don’t sit around in their rooms looking at each other’s dicks, do they?”

“That’s just because they’re so homophobic. I guarantee they check each other out in the locker room. Besides, you have an artistic interest. You do, right?”

“I never ever ever would have thought so, but I think I do. Can you turn to face the window a bit? No, I mean to make your—. Yeah, like that.”

“Do you want to photograph it?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. You can if you want.”

“No. No. That’s too much.” Mare stood up and turned away.

Leoni stood up too. Her nightshirt fell back down over her hips. “Why don’t you get your camera?”

“No thanks.”

“You know they’d be good shots.”

“They would be good. But it’s practically porn.”

“It’s only porn if it turns you on.”

“That’s not true. There’s lots of porn that doesn’t turn me on.”

“Yeah, I guess. But you want to take the photos. I can tell.”

“—.”

“It’s really okay if you want to take the photos.”

“What would people think?”

“That you’re a lesbian. It’s not so bad. It makes the guys desperate for you.”

“Is that what happened with Mike?”

“You know: a suggestion here, a suggestion there, one thing leads to another.”

“I dunno.”

“Fine. This is your last chance.”

“You’d be okay with people seeing them?”

“Yeah.”

“I wouldn’t get your face in them.”

“Of course not. I trust you.”

“You’re sure.”

“Just get your camera. Mare, and put my twat on film.”

Mare opened her dresser and withdrew a film camera and a tripod. She set these up near the middle of the room. While she was doing so, Leoni wandered over to her bed and slid her nightshirt up over her head. Her luxuriant orange waves fell back down around her shoulders. She stretched like that, with the shirt high above her, pushing out her ribcage and her bum. Mare saw this and was surprised. But she didn’t say anything until Leoni turned back to face her.

“You didn’t have to take your shirt off.”

“Should I put it back on?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, I guess. I have seen your tits before.” Mare was mildly mocking her own words. “Okay, can you sit over here?”

Mare had Leoni arrange herself for several close up shots, using the light from the window for shadows. At one point, she had to push Leoni’s thigh outward to get the right light, and when it occurred to her where she had just touched her roommate, how high up on the inside of her thigh, she offered an apologetic smile.

“No worries, girl. Do whatever you need to do.”

But Mare didn’t touch her again. Instead she progressed to slightly wider shots, including parts of the bum and the thighs. Soon she was spending most of her time just staring at Leoni, without taking many pictures. She seemed unsure.

“Do you mind if I get your breasts in a shot?”

Leoni acted surprised, and smiled. “I didn’t know you liked them.”

Mare smirked. “I don’t. But the camera does. It’s up to you.” She held the camera up just below her eye, which was waiting for a decision from Leoni. The camera was already aimed at Leoni’s chest.

Leoni winked and wiggled her nipples. Mare squeezed the shutter.

“Do you really not like them?”

“Well, they’re sexy; don’t get me wrong.”

“Too small?”

“Nooo… too female.”

Leoni got to her feet. “Okay, now I get to take one of you.”

“Oh, no way.”

“Relax. You can keep your clothes on. Hey, I’ve been naked here for half an hour. I get at least one shot of you. Period.”

Grudgingly, Mare set her camera on the tripod and moved around to the place where Leoni had been sitting. At the same time, Leoni sashayed her way to the tripod. Mare marvelled at the movement of her hips.

“How do you want me?”

“Why don’t you lie back there in the cushions. Casual. And be sure to smile. I want teeth.”

Mare put on her best photo smile while Leoni fiddled with the camera. A red light started flashing.

“Oh, you’ve got it on the timer. Here —.” Mare was about to get herself up to correct her roommate’s mistake, but the next thing she knew, Lee was flopped in her lap and there were arms around her neck and there were lips on her cheek. The shutter clicked.

“Oh. My. God.”

Leoni was still sitting on her, impossibly naked, hanging from her neck. “You have to show me that one,” she said.

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It’s finally Monday Iyla is eager about the meet with her Lesbian lover Petra and bisexual fuck buddy Kale. All she can think about is relaxation and getting fucked by two strapping hot chocolate bodies to top off the fabulous feeling. Iyla, Petra and Kale finally meet at the Lick Club and have been sipping Jamaican rum and coke all night. Feeling horny and frisky, they decide to stop off at their local spa to cool down and shake off the alcohol. Petra is so intoxicated her sensual boundaries are warped and so only a threesome will pacify her now.

So this is Kale’s first experience at a nudist spa and he isn’t sure how things are gonna pan out, a little nervous he seeks and buffers his composure through Petra and Iyla. They enter the quaint little spa and are greeted by a blond lady sitting behind the reception counter. She has the longest legs, pert breast spilling out of her low cut lace teddy, softly spoken she says….”hello, how many this evening”?. Iyla responds “2 ladies and a gent please”.

Iyla, Petra and Kale proceed to change their outer garments in the locker room, there a sense of normality and ease about the whole thing as other fellow males and females undress in front of each other. There is no shyness but rather an intensity of ogling eyes marking their territories.

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Iyla’s tantalising pleasures start with excitement and anxiety all rolled into one as she walks into the living area. She is convinced that this meeting with her lover and fuck buddy is going to be fun packed with lots of mischievous behaviour,in fact the thought has Iyla very horny. Suddenly Iyla smiles as she has a flash back to when she last met Kale where he used an automated powered dildo to thoroughly punish her pussy sending her erogenous zones screaming out loud….she came repeatedly that night. Iyla pauses with a sheepish expression as her panties become very wet, her pussy is throbbing, juicy, frustrated, happy and hopeful what is store for her.

Petra, Iyla and Kale finally undress and venture to the spa pool. They slip their robes off and gently immerse their naked bodies into the warm bubbling water. Iyla is the centre of attention, Petra is sat to her left whilst Kale is sat on the right kadıköy escort hand side of her. As the water ripples over their bodies Kale slowly strokes Iyla’s body with pleasure, teasing her nipples with his fingers as he works his way down to her feet, he gently spreads her legs apart easing his fingers inch by inch into Iyla’s pussy wavering against the gush of water splashing back on her cunt. Petra admires Iyla’s breasts running her hands across the base cupping in her hand. Iyla turns to Petra and signals in contentment at the erotic tingling sensation as Kale continues to massage her pussy and clitoris under the waves of the warm water.

Now its time to treat Iyla, make her moan…..Enjoy the best of both worlds as Petra and Kale inject pleasure invoking passion, pleasure, and pain. As Iyla, Petra and Kale sit enjoying each other in the water, another couple join them and watch as Petra sucks Iyla’s breast nibbling as though they were food. Kale goes to Iyla’s front and lifts her arse onto the edge off the jacuzzi, he prises her legs wide open and pushes three fingers deep inside Iyla’s pussy….Kale whispers to Iyla “you ready to take big daddy”?, ready to take the digger deep inside you”?.

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Beth and Meg signal to one another, slowly they shuffle over to Petra who is engrossed in pleasuring her pussy hard. Beth starts to lick Petra’s nipples gripping her ass as she tastes the sweetness of her lips. Meg goes to Petra’s front and kneels down…..she takes Petra’s hand away from her pussy and begins rubbing Petra’s clitoris viciously releasing the sexual tension that had built up over the night.

Meg whispers to Petra cum for us sugar, we want to see it. Petra is in between a layer of double cream topping her chocolate delight….Meg and Beth continue to pleasure Petra who is experiencing a fucking orgasm…she is sat with her pussy directly on one of the water jets, whilst the Meg wanks her pussy senselessly.

Beth releases Petra’s nipples and reaches up to Petra, they lock lips and caress their tongues, teasing back and forth with strong suction. Beth whispers to Petra “How good is that”?….Petra is quivering unable to respond she nods in agreement.

Eventually the erotic acts fade as the water cools down….Petra, Kale and Iyla retire to one of the rooms…they invite Beth and Meg to join them as they all get caught up in indecent erotic sexual acts.

Part two more erotic pleasure to follow……

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I felt so good, the birds were singing and I felt they were singing as they were so happy for me. The sunlight coming in through the window had the promise of being a most beautiful day.

I looked over at Sheila, she was on her back with one arm behind her head and looking out the window, I thought, “A penny for your thoughts.” Her tits were exposed above the sheets, the nipple on the one nearest me looked so ripe I wanted to touch it, to kiss it, take it in my mouth and suckle it like a baby would.

A moment of apprehension till she looked over at me for a moment then smiled, and cuddling me in her arms and kissed me. “Good morning lover” she said wrapping her arms around me and kissed the tip of my nose, them brought her lips to mine. It was a long lingering kiss.

I wanted to love her so bad, I’d never felt this way with anyone before, I was always the shy one only responding to other men, even to Helga’s advances so many years ago. Now I was in Sheila’s arms again, pressing my tits against hers in our embrace, my knee pushed between her legs, I was rewarded with feeling her open her legs to accommodate me.

She responded as I’d hoped, pressing her cheek against mine her hand roamed over my back and down to my bum to pull me even closer into her. I pulled back enough to move my head down to kiss her breasts, those beautiful globes of flesh that gave so much pleasure. I sensed her response by the change in her breathing; she arched her back to present her tits to me to suck on. She participated by holding my head and guiding my lips to first one, then the other nipple. With my thigh also pressing against her pussy I felt her wetness, and was soon rewarded with a moan that announced her climax. I felt it ripple through her body, as beautiful as we held each other.

Closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy her pleasure, then her body quieted she opened them again smiling at me. We had an arm underneath each other’s neck, now she sat up so she was resting on her elbow and one hip in a way that made her tower over me. Pushing the covers off ümraniye escort us altogether she just looked at my naked body lying there, I was unsure of what she wanted to do so just lay there feeling a little embarrassed.

The wrist of her left arm was still under my head, and with the nails of her other hand she began to rake them over my body. Those long beautifully manicured nails so light, barely touching my skin. Looking into my eyes and smiling as she did this I felt my nipples hardening from the arousal she started to induce in me. She seemed to be in no hurry, her hand working its magic on my body as it explored my sensuality.

Cupping one of my tits in her hand she leaned over and opening her mouth wide took it in her mouth, closing her lips over tight, and then pulling up till she gripped my nipple with her lips sucking hard. She repeated this with my other tit and nipple; I put a hand over hers as she did this but she took hold of my wrist and held it by my side as she continued to tease me with her mouth.

Moaning softly from her attentions, my pussy was so wet I felt ready to explode, but she took her time slowly a little at a time and began to kiss her way down over my tummy as her hand moved down to caress my legs. I opened my legs wide; I wanted to give myself to her, to let her take me any way she wanted. Her nails raking over my thighs and up through my pussy hair yet, not touching my pussy lips.

Her tongue found my belly button and she poked and probed it for a moment before moving even lower. I was moaning quite audibly now, pressing my knees apart and trying to raise my hips to make myself available for her pleasure as well as my own.

She began to blow lightly on my pubic hair as I felt her move closer to the opening, I knew she was wide open ready for any attention Sheila wanted to give her then the unthinkable happened, I felt her tong flick over my clit. No man had ever gone down on me, at least not like this, never in my life had anyone ever done anything like this to me before. göztepe escort Of course I knew some people would do this, they called it giving head, giving a facial and oral sex.

I didn’t know what to think or do, just lay there the sounds of pleasure escaping from my mouth. I must have been smelly but it was ecstasy, I couldn’t stop her if I’d wanted to it just felt so good. Just when I felt ready to explode she stopped, and getting off the bed knelt at the end of it and pulled me down on the bed by my ankles so she could reach my pussy with her mouth.

Looking down over my tummy I saw her looking at me through my pubic hair, her eyes smiling at me as her tongue probed my pussy. Now in that position she could really lick it, sucking on my nether lips and clit making me squeal with delight till like a bomb my orgasm hit. I called out as I convulsed getting partially up on one elbow, reaching out to her as I convulsed but she didn’t stop. Keeping her face pressed against my cunt she continued to lick my slit; I just fell back and felt the force of another orgasm rise inside me then another.

She slowed down and I finally lay there gasping for breath. She looked up at me smiling, confident in her ability to please me she began to climb up on the bed and walked over me on her hands and knees to lie on top of me. Tit to tit she put her full weight on me and placed her hands on either side of my head, I saw what was my pussy juice round her lips and could smell it moments before she kissed me full on my mouth.

She told me she loved me, I smiled in reply not knowing what to say really, she gave me a final brief kiss and said, “come on, time for Tea” and got up. I wondered if I should put something on but as she stayed naked I did too and followed her to the kitchen where she put the kettle on for Tea.

I felt very self conscious at this as other than making love, I would put something on. Sheila obviously enjoyed her nudity, and I must admit for her age she had a body to be proud of. She got the milk, atasehir escort sugar and butter out of the fridge and put some bread in the toaster, then joined me sitting at the table while the kettle boiled.

Once we had out tea and toast she went and ran the water into her bath tub for us to bathe, and invited me to join her in the tub. It was cramped as she handed me a sponge to bathe her. The last time I had done anything like that was when my kids were small, although the first few years of marriage my hubby would invite me in to give him a blow job. It got to be a bit of a joke about my drowning happy sucking his cock.

I shampooed her hair for her then she did the same for me, and after we dried each other off and went into the bedroom where she sat at her dressing table so I could dry and brush her hair.

I admit it felt nice to remain naked like that. She invited me out to brunch and to spend the rest of the day with her and proceeded to get dressed. She picked up my panties and held the silk against her cheek for a moment telling me how she loved what she called, “my pretty knickers,” before handing them to me to put on.

We drove out of town in her car along the old highway by the river and stopped at a restaurant and had lunch, then just took a leisurely drive chatting about bygone days as we got to know each other. We also had supper in her apartment before I had to leave to drive home. On the way I thought of my Patricia, knowing she would have called over the weekend and wondered what I should say to her.

Arriving home, sure enough there were three messages on my answering machine from her, the first one was the usual, “hi mum, give me a call as soon as you get in,” the second one was something like, “where are you it’s been 6 or 7 hours and you haven’t returned my calls.” But in the third message she sounded downright angry, she had called on the Sunday morning, and accused me of shacking up with some man, and to call her as soon as I could.

I phoned her right away, I told her I had gone to a movie with a lady friend from work, then we had a few drinks and my old car acted up again so she let me stay over at her place. Then we spent the day together before she drove me home, and that I would have to get the car seen to the next day. It was an outright lie and I knew I hadn’t fooled her, she could tell by my voice.

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‘Hi, everyone. Jelena, here. I hope some of you have read enough of the first two chapters of my story so that you know who Jodi and I are. If you haven’t, let me tell you. Jodi is a lovely woman, much older than me. A first for me. I’ve allowed her to pick me up in a club. Don’t ask me why, please. I don’t understand it myself. We are in my home now and Jodi, at the end of chapter 2, stripped me naked in my living room and carried me into my bedroom. We are about to finally go to bed. We are about to have some sex. I hope it’s good! Wish me luck!

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Jodi stands beside my bed, holding me off the floor, completely in her arms, after stripping me bare and carrying me from the living room. This completely hot, older lady continues to drive me wild with her kisses! Since our first kiss, that she denied me for so long, I just can’t get enough of her hot mouth! Some girls, you have to keep kissing them just to shut them up; they wanna keep yacking and yapping! Not Jodi! Kisses with her are just for the pure, unadulterated pleasure! Kissing her is its own reward!

Now that Jodi’s tongue is finally in my mouth, I really never want to let it go! But it is very slippy! When she wants it back, I can’t keep it! Without biting it off! That’s all right. Plan B! My tongue just follows hers into her mouth! It isn’t about to give up its new friend!

Oh, what fancy tongue-work Jodi has! I’m already dreaming of what her talented tongue will do in my twat! If it can do ½ the tricks in my cunt as it’s doing in my mouth, Jelana-girl, you’re in for one hot ride!

Perhaps, this is why Jodi denied me kisses for so long. She hadn’t kissed me on the dance floor at the club or on the cab ride home either. Though, at both times, at any time really since we’d met, I’d desperately wanted her to do that! Maybe she had sensed that when we began kissing, despite being firecracker hot for more stuff, over and above just kissing, both of us were never, ever gonna wanna stop!

By now, I have only one arm around her neck, no doubt increasing my weight on Jodi’s arms. My other hand is down there trying to massage all the ache from my pussy! With her one arm under my ass, I wouldn’t be surprised if Jodi can feel cunt drips on that arm! My pussy is on fire!

Jodi’s chuckling now, knowing full well what she has done to me! Kissing me. Kissing me. Kissing me. She never stops giving me kisses! I want her to never stop!

Reluctantly though, I remove my hand from my pussy. With enormous self-discipline (of which I usually have none!) I pause the kissing, reach down and manage to grab a corner of my thick and comfy, cream-colored duvet and pull it back.

It is time to be in bed with Jodi. Way past time! I had Debbi (not-so-good-in-bed-Debbi) fucked and out-the-door quicker than this! Jodi’s poor arms must be aching!

“Your arms must be getting tired carrying me like this,” I whisper, my lips back where they seem to belong. Right next to her lips! “Lay me in my bed, Jodi! I’m hot and runny for you, baby! Can you feel me dripping for you?”

“As a matter of fact I can, sexy!” Jodi laughs. “This arm of mine under your ass is getting wet! Baby, nothing turns me on more than a hot, creamy cunt, owned by a hot, sexy girl, when I know her hot, creamy cunt is hot and creamy just for me! And I just knew, Jelena, looking at you in that bar, that you had a cunt just like that!”

Her dirty talk and use of the word ‘cunt’ turns me on even more!

Jodi is really strong for her age; she’s carried me and cradled me in her arms for a long few minutes by now. Still, she doesn’t just lay me gently in my bed. She tosses me! I bounce once on my wonderful mattress and come to rest. I lie there, staring up at her. I’m naked, hot and ready in my bed! I just need Jodi to join me!

But Jodi’s still fully clothed and, for some perverse reason, she’s not rushing to get naked and join me in bed. No, she’s just standing there, looking down at me.

She’s not doing anything overtly sexy, she’s just there. And, I don’t care how old she is. Even fully-clothed, Jodi, standing beside my bed, even doing nothing, well, she runs her fingers through her hair, is still one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen! Sexiness is just dripping from her! I hope she’s not making a puddle on my rug!

Both my hands make a high dive for that exact, hot, creamy cunt that she’s been talking about!

Jodi, her eyes gleaming, smiling broadly, just stands there quietly and watches me play with myself for a moment or two longer.

“Go for it, girlie! I’m loving the show!” she raves. “Give yourself a cum, if you want, sweetie! I know you want to, you sexy thing! But if you could just give me a second and manage to unzip me, please?”

I’m jiggling my cunt furiously! A bunch of fingers inside myself! “I’m so fuckin’ hot, Jodi!” I cry at her. “And my hands are coated with pussy-cream! I don’t wanna touch that lovely dress with these sticky hands!”

“How considerate you are, you hot fox!” tuzla escort Jodi smiles down at me. “Let me help you with that little problem!” She leans down and has a nice feel of my tits, offering me the use of her mouth! My first impulse, of course, is to grab her lovely neck, pull her close and start kissing her again!

But that won’t contribute much to the mission of getting her out of that dress, now will it?

Jodi, obviously a smart old bitch, as well as being one sexy old lady, senses what I am up to and she draws back and doesn’t let me. “Now, now, foxy-girl, give my lips a break, would ‘ya, please?” She smiles. “I’ve been looking forward to tasting you all night, Jelena! Give me a sample! Up with those hands,” she orders.

Obediently, I hold up my arms up to her. So she takes my wrists and licks my hands clean, sucking every finger into her mouth. Doing each finger individually, she licks between them, her strong hands massage my palms as she does.

“Oooh, sweetie!” she exclaims. “What an incredible taste! I just knew you’d taste this sweet! I can’t wait to get this old mouth on the source of such sweetness! I bet you cum with a boom and a bang, don’t you, Jelena?”

With that compliment of my pussy-juice, Jodi turns, bends her knees and sits her ass down on the edge of the bed to make it easy for me! I sit up behind her, reach up with hands that are now not sticky with pussy-cream and undo the hook at the top of her zipper. Jodi shivers as I give her a kiss on her elegant neck. Then we both hear the delicious whisper as I am able to ease that zipper down!

Hearing that sound, feeling her dress loosen, Jodi, sensing my sneaky intentions, jumps to her feet before I can grab her. Standing, she turns again to face me, lying back down now on my pillow, having missed my chance to drag her into bed with me. Chuckling at her escape from my clutches, she looks down at me.

“Naughty, naughty girl!” she says, grinning at me as I writhe, in heat, waiting for her, wanting her desperately, panting for her.

“Play with your pussy again, Jelena! As I undress! Show this old lady that you like what you see!”

I sure do like everything I can see! So far at least! But, up to this point, Jodi’s being awfully stingy with the sights! She seems to take great delight in denying me what I want, teasing me! I suppose that’s part of her sexiness. Playing it cool, not acting like she’s impatient for the goodies ahead!

But I am!

“Hurry, Jodi!” I urge her. “Get yourself naked and get down here with me, baby! You like a hot creamy cunt that is hot and creamy just for you? Well, you sexy thing, it just so happens that I’ve got one of those right here, ready and waiting for you! Runny and hot, just for you!”

Jodi’s urged me to play with my pussy again but I don’t need any such encouragement. My hands are long since back down petting my kitty! Oh wow, please hurry-up, Jodi-girl! I am aching with the need to see you out of that dress! You might notice, girls, patience is not one of my virtues. On any other night, if it was any other chick playing this coy with me, I probably would have, by now, just ripped that freakin’ dress right off her! I’ve had to buy more than one chick a new dress!

But this isn’t any old chick. Correction, it is an old chick, but you know what I mean. This is classy Jodi, in an elegant dress, and I’m so hot for her that I’m willing to wait for her. So I lie back and enjoy the show!

And Jodi, as much as she can, clad in one old-lady style evening dress, as far away from stripper garb as you’re likely to get, puts on a pretty good show for me!

She slowly, teasingly, eases her dress off each shoulder. One at a time. Flipping her hair and stroking each shoulder as it becomes bare. I notice her shoulders are sleek and lovely! Is that a dusting of freckles? Jelena! Who gets horny over shoulders?

Now, she still holds the dress above her titties, and gives me a shimmering smile. Still denying me what I want! She chuckles, twitching her hips a couple of times. Clearly she is enjoying the moment, teasing me, watching me play with myself, wanting me to boil over! If I could remember the tune of ‘The Stripper’, I would hum it for her!

“Are you enjoying yourself, Jelena?” Jodi asks me. “You aren’t gonna cum now, are you baby, just ’cause I show you my titties?”

‘C’mon, Jelena!’ I tell myself. Don’t just lie here like some sub-pussy-girl, begging for favors! Come up with some bravado to match her! Even though you are, you can’t let Jodi know exactly how anxious you are to see just what’s she got! Hidden from you all night, under that dress! Can I, ladies? Whoa! Easy, girl! If you’re not careful, you will blow a cum when she finally reveals her tits!

So, horny as I am, nonchalance and bravado it is!

So I retort, “Never mind me! Are you enjoying yourself, bitch? You think I’m gonna cum just from the sight of your tits? You must think you got a pretty special pair! Like kartal escort the old joke says, conceit doesn’t run in your family, it gallops right to you! You think I’ve never seen tits before? I’ve got a set of my own, just in case you haven’t noticed!”

‘Nice try, Jelena!’ I tell myself. But, it’s all wasted effort, I think. From her smirk, I can tell Jodi knows I’m bluffing, that I really am desperate to see her boobs and get my hands on them and stuff them in my mouth! She grins and chuckles knowing that, basically, she’s got me right where she wants me!

She laughs at me, wiggles her body a couple more times and then she lets her dress go! I hear it whisk down her body and I know it is puddled on the rug at her feet. Just where I had prayed it would end up! Looking almost as good there, I am sure, as when Jodi is in it, superbly filling it out!

Damn! I still have no idea how old Jodi is really, but, damn! What a body she’s packing! She has a beautiful tummy with only a slight, sexy bulge to it. She is not carrying much excess weight. Jodi has on a lacy bra, a beautiful shade of blue, which has a big job to do holding onto Jodi’s pair! Miss Bra! I’ll help you soon with that sexy task, I promise! Jodi’s set looks heavy! I don’t know how much they’re gonna sag when she takes them out of that bra and I don’t care! If Jodi wants to be conceited over tits like that, I’m not saying a freakin’ word!

And Jodi’s little cunt-warming peeler-show isn’t over yet!

When Jodi had helped me out of my boots, she had removed her sexy, strappy shoes also. Now, finally out of her dress, all she has on now are that sexy blue bra and matching frilly panties. And the panties have garters holding up creamy nylons encasing what I can see, now, for the first time, are Jodi’s glorious, long legs! I can clearly see those blue panties are wet out front. I reckon I’m not the only chick that has been creaming her pants tonight!

I masturbate furiously, enjoying the sexy shivers my flying fingers elicit from my box. But I always hold myself back from a cum, even as Jodi grins at me and oh-so-sexily unhooks her garters. She bends, her bra-clad tits hang down; she slowly rolls her nylons down those glamorous legs! One at a time, of course. She somehow must know how much I adore a woman’s legs; she makes such a production of removing those stockings! Once they’re off, she teasingly leans over and trails her nylons over my body, tickling me with them. I guess if I was sitting on the rail at a lezzie strip bar she’d drape those stockings around my neck! I grab them once and rub them on my cunt! Oh, fuck! I almost lost it then! Impatient as I am, I really don’t wanna go over the edge until beautiful Jodi is with me in my bed!

Now, having tossed her stockings aside, Jodi is standing naked, except for bra and panties! I lick my fingers and gush at her, “Oh, Jodi-girl! You’re wonderful! You have a beautiful body!”

“And it’s all mine, sugar,” she says proudly, I swear, almost blushing. “But you can play with it, if you like!” Obviously, she is pleased that her body pleases me! “I know I’m old!” she continues. “I know you must have been wondering and worried about just what was hiding under my dress!”

If I was, and I don’t think I was, any worries I might have had about whether I’d find Jodi’s body sexy enough for me have been, for sure, laid to rest! My mouth waters and my cunt drips as I stare some more at Jodi’s incredible body! For a woman of her age to be packing a body like that, she must spend a lot of time at the gym working at it. I don’t blame her for being proud of it! And if she wants to be even a little conceited about it, well, I’ve already said, I’m not saying a fuckin’ word!

But what am I talking about? It was me that accused Jodi of being conceited. Just ’cause she teased me about wanting to see her tits. Sure, she holds herself proud and confidently, traits I always find sexy, but I haven’t seen a single molecule of conceit from this babe!

And now, it’s been fun, but I’ve really had enough with her sweet torture! Time to get down to the hot business of the night! I plead with her, “Oh, sexy Jodi! I don’t really care! Please get in bed with me! Please? I can’t wait any longer!”

Jodi grins and reaches behind her as if to undo her bra. I stop her! “No, baby! As you are! Please, sweet-stuff? I wanna unwrap the rest of those goodies you have for me by myself! Please, baby?” I hold out my arms to her.

“Sure thing, Jelena! Whatever you want! You’re the boss-lady at this hacienda!”

What a joke! Right, ladies? Ha, ha, ha! Obviously, tonight, I’m not the boss of anything! Shit! I’ve been the boss of exactly na-da, including my own body or my own thoughts even, since the moment Jodi walked into that bar! That’s why I’m talking to myself this way. Damn her anyway! She better be a hell of a piece of pussy to make up for discombobulating me this way!’

And then . . . at long last . . . heaven! Jodi tires of torturing ataşehir escort me and finally brings her hot body into my bed for me! Down into my arms! Delicious! I wrap my arms around her and snuggle Jodi’s creamy body close and our mouths mash together. We haven’t kissed for several minutes, after all! My tongue has missed its new buddy! Jodi has her hands in my hair and her tongue is doing even more tricks inside my mouth! I swear, her tongue gives mine a spanking! (It probably deserves it!)

Jodi takes a sweet moment to stop kissing me and makes my pussy ooze with another wonderful endearment. “Oh, Jelena! I’m so hot for you! It’s so wonderful to finally be in your bed with you!” This lady is just full of compliments for me. That’s O.K. This chick loves ’em!

We get on our knees, wiggle around and get our boobs together, her’s still in her bra. I can’t wait to get a look at the nipples adorning Jodi’s big set! I get my tits above hers so I can rub them on those creamy upper slopes that I had admired in the bar and rained kisses on in my living room. I better be careful! One of my boobs could get lost in the wonderful cleavage between Jodi’s pair!

“Oh, Jodi, isn’t this delicious!” I cry, shivering, as our boobs rub together.

And, pretty as that bra is, it is time for it to go! I will really enjoy taking care of that little job!

Jodi senses my new mission and whispers softly in my ear, “Go for it, honey! Bring my titties out where you can really play with them!”

Just try and stop me! My arms are around Jodi now and with practiced fingers I find her bra hooks and deftly unhook them. I kiss her lovely shoulders, yes, those are freckles! I kiss every single one! I ease her bra straps down her arms. Jodi takes her arms from around me, momentarily and voila! I have that blue bra in my hands and Jodi’s beauties are all mine!

Talk about nipples! Jodi’s got ’em! In spades! Real mouth-magnets! I thought my titty-tops were large! I toss Jodi’s bra to the foot of the bed and grab two big handfuls of those babies on her front. I cuddle and stroke and jiggle them! I push them high and drop ’em, marveling as they sexily wiggle and jiggle back into place. I thumb those big nipples! Are they as big as my thumbs? Surely not!

Jodi chuckles. “Why, Jelena,” she murmurs. “It seems you sure do like my titties, after all! What about all the other chicks you’ve had in this bed? Didn’t any of those other girls have a set of tits on her front for you to play with?”

“Not like yours, baby!” I cry. “Not like yours!” A low moan comes from Jodi as I feed one big, pink nipple into my hot and eager mouth!

For a moment, at least, my tongue forgets her other new buddy, Jodi’s tongue, and goes to work on her humungous nipple! I suck like I am sucking for my last meal! My tongue furiously explores Jodi’s aureola and plays with that nipple, playfully pushing it in, just to feel it pop right back out! Oooh, baby! I’ve been dying for this! Oh, Christ, Jelena, don’t you dare forget the other one! She has two, you know! Just like you do!

While I feast on hers, Jodi has her hands all over my tits. She traces my aureola with whichever of her nipples that I’m not sucking on. That feels so good that I reluctantly release Jodi’s nipple from my mouth. As if both of one mind, we each cup our own tits and sparks fly as we arch our backs and put our titty-tips together and rub them all around! Jodi pushes my nipples in with her nipples! I do the same to hers!

Electric tingles are shooting through me! From her smiles and moans I assume Jodi is feeling the same thrills! Jodi and I don’t forget to pause for hot kisses often! My tongue no longer knows whether it wants Jodi’s tongue to play with or her amazing hot nipples. Either one will do!

Forgetting her statement that I am the boss, Jodi now again takes charge of me! As if she had ever relinquished it! Like a sexy wrestler, she takes one of my arms, she pulls hard and I plop over onto my back. She kneels astride me, my boobs under her ass, her tits hanging down – but not that far – her panty-clad pussy is right in front of my face! Wow! I can easily smell her delicious aroma and, even though she’s still wearing her panties, I can plainly see that Jodi’s twat is clearly leaking juice! Wowee! Do I ever want a taste of that! Those panties have to go!

My job again! Well, I had asked for it, hadn’t I? I grasp their waistband, she rises a little to help me and I feverishly peel those panties out of my fuckin’ way!

They only make it as far as just below Jodi’s hot ass. They’re still hung up on her legs! No fuckin’ time to move them any further! They’re far enough for now, anyway!

And, there it is! Oh my! I think I might have mentioned a while ago, way back at the start of this tale, that Jodi’s pussy is a work of art! And this is my first look at it! A picture of it should be hanging in the Louvre! Nice red, plump, predominate, pussy-lips, glistening wet, gorged with blood! Neatly trimmed, mostly black, silky-looking pussy hair! Nestled amidst the fur, I can see the tip of Jodi’s clit shyly peeking out at me! She has a wonderfully colored butterfly, tattooed just above her slit! The bottom of its wings encasing the upper portions of Jodi’s dripping labia! I’ve always wanted to kiss a butterfly!

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When my eyes opened and finally focused, I realised that I was not in Miss Susie’s suite; there was also a welcome smell of coffee.

‘Ah, my darling, you are awake, bless you. I thought it might be easier if I carried you back here to our room. Miss Susie’s will resemble the antechamber to Sodom and Gomorrah.’

Propping myself up and looking at Laura, I smiled.

‘Thank you darling, and the coffee is a life-saver. Any more developments?’

She smiled.

‘Well, the hashtag, #emmtoo, is still trending, and two more Senators are calling for us all to be deported as a threat to public morals. The better news is that the on-line troll known as Gloryhole, has apparently decided that she does not like us, which has won us at least another ten thousand supporters.’

‘I see,’ I smiled, ‘what a poor, sad person. Now, I think we may have better things to occupy ourselves with.’

And so, it transpired, we did.

Just as we were settling down to a post-coital cuddle, there was a knock on the door. It was Moll.

‘Miss Susie asked me to tell you that she and Emm will be on several of the morning television shows, but you have missed some of them. They were quite splendid.’

I looked up from my position snuggled in Laura’s breasts and lazily, sleepily, commented:

‘I am sure I don’t know where she gets her energy,’ I said, before kissing her nipples whilst she stoked my hair.

Helpfully, as ever, darling Moll turned the television on and there, sure enough, was Miss Susie, explaining that the “Trinny” style had nothing to do with the “Tranny style,” and that those who disliked what we stood for were welcome to go fuck themselves.

At which point the cameras panned to Belles and the girls.

As Moll commented, there was something about their style that reminded one of Robert Palmer and ‘Addicted to love.’

Perhaps it was Rebecca’s languid, contained, yet deeply sensual bass guitar playing that drew the comparison? The instrument, like so many others had, rested on her thigh, with her face lost, it seemed in some deep personal passion, as she communed with some higher, or was it lower, power? The decision to go with the school uniform look justified itself in her alone. She was coolness personified, and yet the uniform suggested both passion and discipline. Within moments the hashtag, #beccarocks was trending.

If the bass held the song together, it was Belles’ vocals that drove it forward. Her voice was deep and throaty, sexiness personified, a Janis Joplin in the Chelsea Hotel, effect. The added vocals provided by Mons, Alicea and Angie in their bondage outfits, raised the temperature for the audience, whilst Julie şişli escort on the drums was a sight for sore eyes. Some guitar riffs were from the heart, but Annie’s were from the crotch, and she was as eager and hot as Rebecca was laid-back. They drove forward together, taking the song to its shuddering climax.

‘That,’ said Laura to Moll, ‘was something else!’

It was, I thought, smiling at the prospect of Belles and Banned taking the Oscars by storm.

With most of the St Trinian’s cohort out on duty, Laura and I were able to have a leisurely bubble bath, with Moll doing duty as our bathing assistant, lathering and fingering us until we dragged her into the hot tub for a threesome. Her fingering and licking techniques had to be experienced to be believed. How she could hold her breath underwater and lick both our cunts was a mystery; but a joyful one. With her fingers toying with Laura’s nipples, and mine on her ass, it was not long before Laura’s orgasm overtook her.

Moll was so intent on Laura’s pleasure that it seemed to me she was neglecting her own needs, which I determined to meet. As my hand slipped between her soapy thighs, I cupped her cunt, my palm pressing upwards as my thumb strummed her clit. As she began to moan, Laura leaned forward and began to play with her tits. After the pleasure she had given, it seemed only right that she should receive; that was the St Trinian’s way. As Moll’s climax made the waters of the hot tub into a series of waves, I dived under to lap at her cunt.

Thus it was that by the time Miss Susie and the gang got back, Laura, Moll and I had only just managed to dry our hair and to dress.

‘Hoffy, you lazy tart, only just roused yourself? Or were you and Laura enjoying the delights of the hot tub?’

I blushed, but Miss Susie swept past with Rebecca in tow.

‘I think,’ said Annie, that I need to practice my fingering. Mons, you up for that? Given the ready nod and the speed with which they vanished to another room, I took it that Annie would get what she needed.

Laura and I went down for a spot of brunch – early afternoon pussy is quite as nourishing as the early morning variety, and as light on calories; indeed, insofar as it stopped one bingeing on food, it might even be said to have been part of a calorie-controlled diet.

It set us up nicely for the evening to come.

Like many people, we had seen the television coverage of the Oscars, but to actually be at the event was, to use a much abused word, awesome.

It was wonderful to finally meet ChrisM, who in his tux, looked every inch the Silver Fox he was. Some of the girls went weak at the knees, istanbul sınırsız escort and there was, as Emm commented later, an outbreak of weak-knicker elastic in some quarters. The Literotica Films table was sponsored by several of the leading names in the Porn Industries, so in addition to the usual Oscar goodies, we had bags of sex accessories, which were put to good use during the more tedious moments of the speeches.

Belles and the Banned from St Trinian’s, rocked from the first chords. Belles channeled her inner Joplin, while Rebecca, by contrast, was so cool she made Bryan Ferry look like Iggy Pop. Julie’s drums were outstanding, and, as one critic noted, not the only thing about her performance which merited that description. Annie and Alicea showed that the E-Street Band did not have a monopoly on energy, while the backing vocals from Mons, Angie and Mel, set the whole thing off to perfection. They went down a storm.

They rejoined us as the tension mounted from our point of view.

There had, of course, been protests from the usual quarters about the whole idea of an award for the best actress in a porn film, but in Hollywood, money talks, and the gross, in the financial (rather than the Gloryhole) sense of the word, from that part of the industry merited it. It also, of course, added the viewing figures. The amazing thing was that it had taken so long for all of that to be recognised, but better late than never.

ChrisM’s film was based on a story written for Literotica publications, which had been, even by his standards, a run-away success. The character of ‘Emmanuelle,’ was based, not as some of the critics had assumed, on the 1970s films of that name, but on the ‘Bound Heat’ series about ‘The Ladies from AUNTIE,’ in which our very own Emm_du_Jour had starred. Her sexual exploits in those films had gained her a cult following, but her performance in ‘Slut Academy 3: Utter Depravity,’ was, by common consent, outstanding in many ways.

There was, as Emm herself was happy to admit in her interviews, an element of herself in the character, but she gave full credit to Chris, as Director, and Angie Sinn as her coach, for their part in helping her develop it to the point where it could be considered for an Oscar.

There was a marvellous clip of her and Angie practicing, which, in itself, brought a round of ragged applause; I suppose that one-handed clapping is an art form in itself.

Angie was filmed showing Emm in the famous opening scene in the Academy when the girls first meet their new teacher, and the tiny Rachel takes command of Emm, ordering her to finger herself but not to orgasm. This tepeören escort was a real test for Emm who, in real life, had one of the most sensitive clits imaginable. In the right mood, she could, so to say, go from zero to 90 in moments, with a resultant mess on the floor. Angie showed her how to control her responses, and the scenes of Angie playing with her cunt and showing Emm how to delay the inevitable was so erotic that the cameras panned to scenes backstage for a few minutes.

Angie had taken Emm through one of the most demanding scenes, the enema bag saga, where the seemingly innocent Rachel, put Emm through a severe test of obedience. Angie’s experience was telling here. As a former domina turned submissive, her understanding of the mentality required by Emm might have been said to have been intimate. It is not everyone who can take an enema and a soaping, and even fewer can do it whilst talking an actress through it. As the dénouement was not suitable for Prime Time viewing, it had to be omitted, but again, an even more ragged round of applause greeted it.

I noticed that Mons, our submissive English teacher, had disappeared under the table. To judge by the beatific look on Julie’s face, Mons was well-occupied in close proximity. I was snuggled up close to Laura as the tension rose.

‘And now, the best actress in the Porn Film …’

The names were read out.

The lights flickered to the tables where the nominees sat, and caught Emm looking around to see where Belles had vanished to.’

‘And the winner is …’

The light focussed on us, but by that time Emm was focussed, and Mons quiet under the table.

‘Emm_du_Jour for her performance in: ‘Slut Academy 3: Utter Depravity.’

‘Go St Trins,’ Miss Susie yelled, punching the air.

At which point Belles and the Banned gave a rousing chorus of the School Song: ‘We are the best, so screw the rest.’

Emm looked radiant.

‘I would like to thank everyone who has contributed to making me an utterly depraved slut: ChrisM for his outstanding instrumentation, Angie Sinn for showing me what depravity really looked like, Miss Susie for her championing of utter depravity at the School, but most of all to my friend with the tiny tits, Pixie Hoffmann, who helped make me what I am today, and is the real author of the AUNTIE series upon which the films in which I made my name were based. To them, to all my friends at the School I say only this, if I have not yet screwed you, I will. And to those at home I say this: I will be back!’

‘Oh fuck,’ said Laura, leaning in, ‘I think that means they know your identity now, so watch out for the trolls.’

Back at the table, the champagne was out. Emm was mobbed by the girls, and Mons reappeared to give her a special kiss.

‘Be careful there, Mons,’ said Emm, ‘the Oscar is not quite secure yet.’

That set the tone for the post-Oscar party. Oscar, needless to say, went to places no Oscar in history had gone … as far as we know.

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I’m an over-40 married mom. I’m exactly what you think of when you imagine a PTA mom. But I wasn’t always this way. I was the quintessential bad girl. Ex-military. Drinker. Smoker. Drove a beat up truck. And enjoyed sex. A lot. And I didn’t discriminate between men and women. My son came as a surprise nine months after a drunken night that shouldn’t have happened between friends. Boom. Everything changed and I settled down. I married Joe when he transferred to another state. That was the only way my family would agree that my son and I move out west. But the marriage was more of a business agreement and ended my adventures. Then…

I started my new job at our local police department almost two years ago and there you were. It was an instantaneous attraction. You were so outgoing and really hot in your uniform. But it was your smile that had me melting. Oh, that smile. Your eyes crinkle when you really smile. Do you know how freaking adorable you are? Over time, we’ve become friends. I value our desk side chats, our friendly outings, oh, just any time you’ll give me. But I want so much more from you. I’m afraid I’ll lose you if I tell you, so I keep my daydreams to myself.

I’ve never fantasized about kozyatağı escort anyone I actually know. Dreamed about them, sure, but I don’t have control over my dreams. But daydreams? Now that’s where my imagination comes in handy. You’d be surprised by the things we’ve done! The night after our first outing, I had the best orgasm I’d had in twenty years. You were amazing. If only you knew.

I changed outfits four times. I did my hair twice. Then I spent the thirty minutes before you arrived pacing or sitting on the edge of the couch, watching for you. You picked me up and off we went for a movie and drinks. We chatted and laughed the whole way to the theater and through the coming attractions. It was a really stupid movie and our easy banter made it hilarious. Then, you moved your leg so that your knee was even with the end of the armrest. I don’t remember much about the movie at that point. The only thing I was aware of was my hand moving to rest on your leg. You didn’t pull away or say anything. Then you moved again and your leg raised and tilted towards me more. I remembered to breathe, but it was short and shallow. My hand stayed where it was until the end of the istanbul eskort movie. After the movie, we went to my favorite restaurant for drinks and a bite to eat. Neither of us mentioned my touching you.

We spent two hours talking about all sorts of things. We did have a couple of drinks, but not enough to take away my nervousness. When we walked out to your car, I thought you were opening my door for me. How sweet! But you didn’t. We stood there, finishing whatever train of thought we were on. Then there was nothing else to say. The parking lot disappeared. All I saw was you. Your eyes. Your lips. You. I was leaning against the car with you only inches in front of me. I felt your fingers hook around my belt loops. I reached up and caressed your face. I ran my hands over your hair, your cheeks, your lips. I have a thing for those lips, if you didn’t know. Then very slowly, I leaned forward and you met me halfway. Our lips barely touched. Once. Twice. I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing. I understood that time was wibbly wobbly because I don’t know how long we actually stood there like that. Our lips a hair apart. Motionless. Then in the same instant, you pulled me postane escort toward you and I wrapped my arms around your neck. It was an explosion of sensation. Your lips on mine. Our tongues exploring the other. Our bodies pressed against each other. Lightening hit between my legs. I heard moaning, then realized it was me. The kiss was passionate and my knees were actually weakened. Then you pulled away. What the f___? You told me to turn around and put my hands on the car. I thought you were joking until I looked into your eyes.

I did as told and looked over my shoulder at you. You told me to keep looking forward and to spread my feet. I hesitated, so you nudged my feet with yours.

“I have to make sure you aren’t carrying anything that might hurt me,” you said.

You began to frisk me. Actually frisk me. Oh, you’ve found my trigger. To release control to someone I trust? Yessss. Your hands ran slowly over me. You cupped my breasts. My hard nipples easy to find. You pressed against me. One hand moved lower, over my stomach, cupping my mound. Pinning me to the car, you kissed my neck with little bites interwoven. When you pinched my nipple and rubbed my pussy, I heard you growl. Gone was the sweet young woman I’d fallen madly in love with. Here was a sexual animal that was going to take whatever I offered her. Yes. Harder. Please.

“Do you have your handcuffs?” You give a throaty chuckle.

“No, but I will tomorrow.” I cum hard, knowing you’re who I’ve looked all over the world for.

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It was not the first time that Janet had seen her at the grocery store. In fact Janet had seen her each Tuesday morning about 10:00 for the last four weeks. She had already seen her today by the bacon. Every time the reaction had been about the same, weak knees and a racing heart. Janet lingered with the freezer door open looking at the frozen turkey dinners, the cold air barely affecting the raging heat from between her legs. It was good she didn’t have anything on under her knee length jean skirt. That was her one ‘naughty’ pleasure. She felt it was safe since no one would ever know; yet it made her feel sexy. As she shut the door with the window all fogged up, no longer able to see what was behind it, she put three turkey dinners in her basket.

Janet had no illusions of being a stunning beauty, though she thought she was nice looking. She had that natural earthy look that flatters some older women. Her long gray and black hair was often pulled back in a ponytail, but sometimes like today it was just spread across her shoulders. Her last lover had told her she was pretty many times. Maggie had been good for Janet and Janet for her. That was now history and Janet had lived in Rockville for a month. Rockville was about as far away from Morristown as Janet could move. Double that distance would have been even better.

–

Janet didn’t actually live in Rockville; she lived in a cabin nestled in the foothills about ten miles east. It was secluded in a valley with a stream down the slope from the cabin. There had already been a hard rain and light snow, now the stream had a nice roar to it.

A new log lay on the fire and was just about to catch, loud pops and cracks were echoing though the one room cabin. It was one room that is if you didn’t count the bathroom that sat behind the large rectangular main room. Even though there was just one room, she still thought of the different areas by their function.

As she walked from the living room to the kitchen, she kicked her shoes off and the soft sounds of her bare feet against the floor drifted up to her ears. She enjoyed walking around the cabin barefooted; it gave her a sense of contact with the wooden timbers of the building. Something she enjoyed very much. It was sensual.

By the time she stood in front of the three bags of groceries, her blouse was unbuttoned and the nakedness of her chest partially exposed. The cool mountain air caused her nipples to almost firm up and she touched one lightly with a fingertip. “There,” she moaned out loud as it became erect.

The refrigerator door opened revealing mostly bare shelves. A six-pack of beer, mayonnaise, and some hot dogs from the grocery store today helped make it a little less so. The freezer was just as desperate for company as she stacked the frozen dinners and one package of two small filet mignon steaks neatly on the bottom shelf next to the ice trays. She gave the boxes a little nudge to straighten them before closing the door. A bottle of Merlot was placed on the counter midway between the refrigerator and the sink with a slight twist of the bottle to make sure the label was in the front. She tapped the folded and creased paper grocery bags making sure they were aligned properly before laying them on the others under the counter.

She carried a soft chocolate chip cookie with her and sat on the floor in front of the fire, the new log now indistinguishable from the other flaming logs on a glowing pile of embers. Leaning against the front of the overstuffed leather chair, one knee up, the other leg sprawled out to the side, Janet let her mind drift as she stared at the tops of the flames.

“Bitch!” she screamed out not really knowing where the rage had suddenly come from. But as she thought about it, she began to realize it had been directed at Maggie. As suddenly and loudly, she added, “And for a guy!”

A fingertip played between her legs under her skirt, just touching some of the skin around her opening without any attempt to enjoy what she was doing, just touching out of nervousness more than anything. She nibbled on the edge of her cookie as she remembered how much she had enjoyed nibbling on all the parts of Maggie. That connection between sex and Maggie almost made her want to never touch or be touched by anyone again.

The fingertip snaked inside the wetness and she let her head lay back, her long hair draped over the cushion of the chair. She could not deny how nice what she was doing really felt. Suddenly a loud “Ah-h-h” filled the room for a moment and then she took another bite of the cookie just before the piece would have broken off and fallen into her lap.

–

The sun peeked over the top of the trees as Janet stood naked on the porch holding her morning cup of coffee. A light breeze blew her hair and she reached up with her free hand to brush a few strands of hair out of her eyes as she turned to go back inside out of the cold air.

She sat the cup on the counter as she passed though the kitchen on her way to take a shower. Standing in the entrance to the nicely tiled shower designed so no curtain was needed, she twisted ataşehir escort the knob for the hot water. As the steam began to rise and fill the whole room, she turned on the cold water, just enough to keep from scalding her, but leaving it hot enough to make her skin tingle. Tingle like it had in the middle of the night as she had flicked her clit around like a punching bag. “God, that felt good,” she mumbled softly remembering that part of the night for the third time as she stepped under the water.

A bar of soap in one hand, a fluffy washcloth in the other, she let the water flow across her breasts and thought of how nice it would be if that were someone’s tongue. The soap lather soon hid the nipple as she rubbed the bar over it far longer than necessary just to get it clean. The cloth splashed as it fell on the floor by her feet, the fingers that had just let go of it now probed her as if digging to China. Her knees weakened and she fell back against the wall. “Oh fuck!” she moaned loudly as the orgasm began and didn’t seem ready to stop for a while.

–

By mid afternoon, the clouds had cleared and the temperature was nearly 49. Out of the wind, the sun felt good as Janet walked from the cabin towards the stream. A large flat rock provided a quiet refuge from the quiet of the cabin. After all, she was here to recover from Maggie and the only way she knew how to do that was to be alone.

She undressed and carefully folded her jeans and blouse, then laid them near the edge of the rock. Lying on her back, the warmth of the rock against her skin felt like a body pressed against her in the middle of the night. Before she realized it, she was asleep.

It was probably the crack of a branch or the boot against the gravel of the path that woke Janet. She looked around quickly. “Not a bear,” she thought. Before she could react more, a voice called out “Hello.” The sleep worked its way out of her eyes enough to see a face of a woman her age that seemed familiar. Something she thought strange since she didn’t know anyone in Rockville yet.

“Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Shouldn’t have gone to sleep.” Janet’s mind raced to remember the face as she sat up, still naked and not even thinking to cover herself.

“We’ve passed in the grocery store. I’m Karen.” She reached her hand out not seeming to be embarrassed by Janet’s lack of dress.

Janet crossed a leg as she took Karen’s hand in hers. “I’m Janet. I should have said ‘hello’ in the store. Sorry.” She pointed at the cabin. “I live there.”

“I’ve always liked that place. It was empty for a long time.”

“Just bought it recently. Haven’t seen you up this way before.”

“Thought I’d try a different trail this afternoon. Pretty secluded up here.”

“That was one of the things I liked about the cabin. I just needed to get away from someone and someplace. Have a seat.” Janet patted the rock next to her.

Karen sat down. “My husband became interested in teenagers. Bastard!”

“Boys?”

“Nah. Some girl. Could have been his daughter if we’d had any kids. And her twin sister, the three of them in bed. Gross!”

“Very long ago?”

“I don’t know. Maybe 5 months, 1 week, and 2 days ago.” She made a nervous little laugh. “Pretty much past that now. And you?”

“My girlfriend of 15 years. Some guy from where she worked. Bitch! Fucker!”

“I see you’re past that too.” This time they both roared with laughter, holding their stomachs and bending over.

“Want to see the inside of the cabin you’ve liked from afar?”

“I peeked in the windows last summer, but sure.”

Janet carried her clothes and walked barefooted though the tall wild grass along a gravel path, Karen walked next to her.

Karen glanced at Janet. “Your girlfriend?”

“Hope you don’t mind?”

The door closed behind them and Janet tossed a small log on the fire. It instantly began to catch fire.

“Not much to it. Just the one large room.” Janet pointed. “A nice bathroom back there.” She sat on the couch and began pulling her jeans back on.

“Don’t feel like you have to dress because of me,” Karen said as the fingers of her left hand absentmindedly rubbed between her legs a few times, then jerked away as she realize what she had just done to herself.

Janet continued to pull her jeans on. “Don’t be ashamed. I do that too.”

Karen blushed as she realized that Janet had seen her touch herself.

Janet stood to snap the jeans, her blouse was on and dangling open in the front, and then walked towards the refrigerator. “Get you a beer?”

“Would love one. Worked up a real sweat on that 100 yard hike from the stream.” Karen giggled.

Janet opened the freezer and pulled out the package of steaks. “Got two of them. Its nearly 4:30. Want one for an early dinner?”

Karen walked into the kitchen and took the package. “I lust after those every week. Can’t afford them.”

“Me either. That was a little splurge.” She popped them in the microwave to thaw them enough to cook.

Karen took her beer and stood in front mecidiyeköy escort of shelves of CD’s in the living room and flipped though them.

“Feel free to put one on,” Janet called out.

Soon the sound of Van Morrison’s ‘Moondance’ softly filled the room.

“Turn it up more if you want.” Janet paused. “No one to hear us out here.” She chuckled.

Karen half danced, half skipped, as she walked back to the kitchen. “Great song,” she murmured between singing words of the song as she bopped along.

“My favorite of his. There’s some lettuce if you want a salad.”

Karen broke the lettuce head apart and dropped the pieces in a big bowl. “Do you work?”

“A writer. I get a royalty check each month and that’s enough.” Janet held her beer bottle up as if to make a toast. “Here’s to readers.” The bottles clinked together and then each took a big swig.

“Just a file clerk for the town. I’ll never get rich that way. But I get by if I’m careful.”

The steaks sizzled in the pan while Karen finished mixing the lettuce with tomatoes and carrots and then putting it in two bowls. Janet opened some microwave rice and set the timer.

“Sure wasn’t expecting to have a nice dinner tonight.”

“Guess I need to lay out naked more often.” Janet teased.

“Practically a forest nymph.”

“The sailors would have put wax in their eyes rather than ears if I’d been the Siren.” Janet slapped her thigh lightly and giggled.

–

The light was beginning to fade and the clean dishes were stacked on the counter ready to be put away. They glanced out the window in the living room and both women realized at the same time just how hard it was snowing. Janet opened the front door leaving a wall of snow against the space left by the door. The porch was covered with several feet of wet snow and the snow on the ground looked much deeper. They couldn’t see the stream because of the blowing snow that seemed to fall even harder as they watched. On one post of the porch hung a large circular yellow Pennzoil thermometer with a big red arrow that pointed at 29.

“Oops,” Karen groaned.

Janet closed the door. “Guess you get to spend the night. … I don’t mind.”

“Me either. Not like I haven’t seen you naked. Te he.”

“Not that I haven’t undressed you a few times in my mind.” Janet smiled a wicked little smile.

Karen leaned over and kissed Janet letting her lips linger just long enough to say what she was thinking. Before she pulled back, Janet’s tongue pressed slightly though Karen’s lips in a tender little exploration.

“I have thought about this before,” Karen whispered like she was telling a deep dark secret that she had never told anyone.

“And?”

Karen pulled Janet closer and kissed her again, a hand lingering over a breast, a fingertip rubbing back and forth over the nipple covered only by the fabric of the blouse.

“I’m glad,” Janet cooed. “It will feel good to just hold you close tonight.”

“Maybe we could open that wonderful looking bottle of Merlot and cuddle for a while in front of the fire?” Karen suggested.

“So you’re a mind reader too?”

They sat on the floor leaning back against the couch; a single blanket wrapped around them both, the fire roaring like the feelings building for each other. A half filled glass beside each other, fingers curled around the stem as they traded little kisses between sentences.

“Why have you thought about this?” Jackie asked.

“Maybe I’ve read too many erotic lesbian stories over too many years. For some reason I have always enjoyed them more than other kinds of erotic stories. Maybe more than even ‘normal’ stories.”

“But you never experimented?”

“Guess I thought I’d just wait until I met you.” Karen leaned over and gave Janet’s cheek another little peck.

Nothing was said for another hour as they leaned against each other, just enjoying the feel of being with someone that seemed to share some of the pain of the other. Under the blanket, their fingers intertwined and occasionally rubbed back and forth against each other.

The bottle was empty, both half asleep, and the fire now just a bed of red-hot coals. Janet kissed Karen’s lips until she was slightly more awake. “Ready for bed?” she whispered softly into her ear and then kissed the earlobe, sucking it gently between her lips.

“If you’ll be my teddy bear?”

“Of course.” Janet stood and reached down to help Karen stand.

Karen leaned the door to the bathroom and smiled while she watched Janet sitting on the toilet. “Seems so personal to watch,” she said very softly almost as though Janet was not expected to hear her.

“It’s okay. Makes me feel closer to you,” Janet said as they traded places.

Karen wiped between her legs and more out of habit than necessity, pulled her jeans up and snapped them shut.

They walked hand in hand to the bed and sat on the edge next to each other. Their upper arms pressed against each other as their heads turned and eyes gazed towards the other’s eyes. There was just orhanlı escort a single light peck on the lips.

“Undress me?” Karen asked.

Naked, both women pulled the sheet and comforter over them as they lay facing each other, bare skin resting against bare skin, one arm over the others side. Janet kissed Karen a few times on the lips; Karen’s tongue explored Janet’s mouth.

“This is the perfect ending to a perfect afternoon,” Karen said softly, her hand lightly touching things she had not touched before on another person. Her fingertips dipped into the wetness between Janet’s legs just enough to make them also wet. She held her hand in front of her lips and inhaled deeply, then sucked the moisture off. “Even better than in the stories. … Taste me.”

–

The morning sun reflected though the large sheet of ice over the window by the bed, small rainbows shown on the wall here and there as trees swayed back and forth in the wind. They lay asleep, still wrapped in each other’s arms, lips inches apart. Karen’s eyes flickered slightly as she tried to understand where she was. Janet did likewise.

“I slept better than in a long, long time,” Karen moaned as she shifted her body so it lay more on top of Janet. Her hand reached under the covers until it lay over the folds of skin where she had found that delicious wetness last night. “Guess I’ve liked morning fucks best.” One finger, then a second dug deep inside.

“Oh-h-h my-y!” Janet said loudly as she pulled one knee up towards her chest before stretching it out.

Karen worked the two fingers in and out slowly and her lips kissed their way down from Janet’s lips towards a nipple. As she began to suck the nipple into her mouth, Janet rested her hands over Karen’s hair and her fingers slipped though the long brown strands, occasionally pulling a piece out to the side.

As Karen worked her way down, Janet softly said, “You don’t have…”

“I want to darling,” Karen stopped speaking for a moment, and then started again. “And I want you … I want our lips over all of us.”

Karen flipped the covers back toward the foot of the bed leaving both of them completely exposed. She twisted her body until Janet’s face was next to the top of her thighs. Janet didn’t need any further invitation and pressed her lips firmly against Karen’s pussy, driving her tongue deep inside.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” Karen yelled, for some reason feeling comfortable to express herself in ways she had never felt before. “Suck my cunt!” she screamed. “Eat me,” she growled as she ground against Janet’s mouth. It didn’t take long before Karen was moaning and screaming all kinds of unintelligible sounds.

–

Lying cuddled in each other’s arms, tips of noses touching, lips extending to touch the other’s lips, they looked into each other’s eyes.

“You learn quickly. Was it as good as the stories?”

“Oh hell yeah! I might be able to get used to this.” Karen giggled.

“You think?”

“It’s Tuesday. I don’t have to work today.”

“I hope you want to stay with me.”

“Let me think…”

Janet slapped Karen’s bare ass and a loud whack roared though the room.

“Guess I will.”

A second slap landed in the same place.

“Ok, Ok. I WANT to stay.”

“That’s better.”

Karen stood by the bed, before walking to the bathroom. Janet leaned over the edge of the mattress looking at the clothes scattered across the floor. She pointed and said, “Messy.”

Karen leaned down and picked up the clothes. “Sorry, we were in too big of a rush last night.”

–

Janet and Karen sat naked on the couch, covered only by the comforter, and leaning against each other as they watched the fire. A large sheet of ice crashed off the roof as they sipped coffee.

“I love the way you warm me up,” Karen softly said as Janet’s hand rubbed over her breast.

“Maybe we will be frozen in until spring.”

“Only until spring? You may have spoiled me.”

They sat cuddled together for half an hour just touching and cuddling.

“Why?” Janet asked somewhat suddenly assuming Karen knew what she was asking.

“It helped that I’d thought a lot about what it might be like … to be with a woman. All those stories and lots of touching myself helped me work … well it just felt right with you.”

“I wanted you that first time at the grocery store. One day I had to stand in front of the frozen food to cool myself off after seeing you.”

“I’m not that good looking. Am I?”

“To me you are.”

“Can we go slow with this? Don’t get me wrong. Last night and this morning was better than I could have dreamed of.”

“As fast or slow as you want. I am just enjoying your company darling.”

“Darling … I like the sound of that.”

–

Karen stood in line to pay for a book and flipped though her wallet to find a credit card to use. A picture was tucked in one of the plastic sleeves, a picture of Janet. Karen stood looking at it not knowing when Janet had put it there.

“You’re next,” the person behind her said.

She laid the book upside down on the counter. The woman turned the book over and whispered the title ‘Lesbian Love and Life’, then looked at Karen and smiled. Karen frowned and started to say, “It’s not for…” then said nothing else. The woman whispered, “It’s a good book,” then slipped it into a bag. “It helped me.”

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Kelly and Lindsay spend time alone together for the first time.

There are other stories about Kelly and Lindsay, but each one can be read independently. Please read those too if you enjoy this one.

I have started writing a couple of others and will post them as well if readers continue to like reading about their experiences. There was some fun stuff that happened before the end of school and over the summer.

If you want to read the posted ones in chronological order, start with “A Party at Jeni’s, then read “What is There to Do”, and “Dinner for Three”.

Feedback and high ratings are always nice.

Kelly and Lindsay Alone Together

When I woke up, neither Tom nor Lindsay was still in bed. We were at Tom’s house after our second real date. I slipped from under the covers, my body thick with the remains of the sex from the night before. My pubic hair was crusted, my pussy swollen from fucking. Nude, I stole from the bedroom and into the living room. Lindsay was there, wearing one of Tom’s shirts and nothing else, drinking coffee and reading the paper. She looked as disheveled as I, her hair on one side sticking up over her head.

“Hi,” I said softly as I slipped onto the couch beside her and kissed her cheek. “Jay is at work?”

She nodded. Jay was Tom’s housemate.

“Where’s Tom?” I asked.

Lindsay smiled and turned to kiss me more fully. “He is helping Matt move, remember?” she said. Dropping one side of the paper, she put an arm around me and drew me closer. I laid my head on her shoulder and cuddled. Ah, yes, I remembered vaguely. He’d mentioned it on the way to the movie the night before. The movie we had gone to on a date, we three. I felt sexy to think I had been on a date with both a boy and a girl.

There was a wonderful, quiet moment then, Lindsay sharing her coffee with me as we sat together without speaking.

“You’re a mess,” she said finally, putting aside the paper and the empty cup. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

She led me into the bathroom and shrugged off the shirt as she turned on the water. Turning, she kissed me again, naked this time, arms circling me as our bodies pressed together. She was as big a mess as I was, I thought and smiled. Sex all over her. I trilled at the touch of her. The sensation of her bare breasts on my skin always has that effect on me. Still kissing me, she drew me into the shower and under the hot stream.

“Kelly,” she said as she lathered up the washcloth and began to swab it over my breasts, “I want to make love with you.”

I pressed my shoulders against the stall wall to give her more access to my body. “Mmmmm, I love making love with you, Linds.”

Her hand moved lower, over my tummy, washing away traces of the night’s passion there.

She shook her head. “We haven’t made love yet, Kelly, just you and I.”

I draped an arm over her shoulder and looked into her eyes and listened to her.

“We’ve had sex. We’ve fucked. Five times now. But there was always someone else there, every time. I want to make love to you, just by ourselves.”

She was right. The night we met and first had sex there were a bunch of other girls around. And the second time, we had a foursome with two boys, one of them Tom, because what is there to do when stuck. And then came our dinner for three at which we decided to try being a threesome, followed by two other nights together, one of them only the night before, of sex. Lindsay and I had never just made love with one another.

“You had Tom to yourself last year, when the two of you dated. And I had him last month. But you and I, Kelly, need to just be together. If this is going to work, we need that.”

Her hand was washing me between my legs, but it was a caring, gentle touch, not one meant to arouse just then. She was loving me and washing me. Or was it love? We hadn’t quite gotten around to using the word.

I understood what she meant though. I loved the physical intimacy I had with her. But I had also loved the physical intimacy I had with Jeni that night when I first made love to another girl. And I felt it with the other girls. And I loved the physical intimacy of two boys in my body at the same time, with Lindsay there too. I loved the passion and the closeness and the hot, raw, driving sex. I loved sex. But did I love any person?

I thought I loved Tom. When he stopped calling last year, I felt ever so lonely. But was it just his cock inside me that I was lonesome for? How close had we really become in such a short time? I had let him do me on our first date. I thought I enjoyed spending time with him, being with him, going to movies and out to dinner, but were those only preludes to sex? And what was there between Lindsay and me? In my fantasies, I saw us going on as a trio, making love, spending time together, loving one another, sharing, growing, and being in love. I thought I loved her. But what had we ever done together except have sex?

I wanted to photograph them both nude, practicing my art on subjects avcılar escort of my love. I’d never photographed a nude, but now I wanted to do so. I wanted to have my friends accept us, and my mom. I wanted us all to graduate and find good jobs so we could get a nice place together and make a home. I had let my mind run all over the place after only three dates. I must be crazy to be thinking such things. Still, I felt those things.

Lindsay turned me around, ran soap over the cloth once more, and began to scrub my back. It felt so nice. I sighed and just enjoyed her touch. Her fingers moved lower, between the cheeks of my ass, washing me there too. I heard the cloth drop with a heavy wet plop as her fingers continued to touch me. They were slick from soap, and she touched the bar of soap to me, getting me all squeaky clean. No one had ever washed my ass for me before.

Placing my hands on the wall, I braced myself and arched my back, thrusting my bottom to her. I felt her slick, wet hip brush to me as I did. She held herself there, touching my star with one soapy finger. It slipped into me, and I cried out. I hadn’t felt that sort of thing before, a warm soapy finger delving into me, but I had enjoyed anal sex.

It felt strange and good too. Lindsay simply slid her finger in and out of me, slowly, gently. Her body pressed to mine, and I could feel her breasts grazing across my back as she moved her finger inside of me. Her lips found my neck under my wet hair, and the fingers of her other hand cupped one of my boobs. I made little grunting sounds, but I didn’t try to pull away from her.

Her lips moved down my back, kissing me, as she dropped to her knees. I spread my legs wider as I felt her going down. Her tongue was firm and insistent as she moved between my cheeks. I felt a shiver as she touched me there. I flexed my fingers and curled my nails into the tile. The water splashed onto my back as she moved out of the way, running down my skin, cascading over my butt. It was too much. I turned, leaned over and brought her up, kissing her to let her know it was all right as I took the soap from her and began to wash her. I picked up the dropped wash cloth and moved it across the soap, then her body. She looked at me, her eyes big and questioning. She looked so beautiful. I moved in and kissed her, holding her tight to me as the hot water splashed down over us.

My hands drifted down her body, over the curves of her bottom. Running my fingers down, I opened her cheeks and touched a fingertip to her star as she had done me. She murmured around our kiss and came up onto her toes, pressing her full breasts into mine. I rolled my finger over her, pressing to her and wanting her to tell me what to do, but already knowing. As she lifted again onto her toes, I let my soapy finger into her ass. Lindsay pushed back, taking in my finger and settling back onto her feet as she let me do her butt. We kissed, holding one another as the water began to cool.

“Come on,” Lindsay said finally, reaching around and pushing my finger out of her and turning off the water. “Let’s make love now, Kelly.” She took my hand and led me out of the shower, dabbed me dry with one of the towels and then let me do the same for her. Hand in hand, we walked slowly back to the bed, bending together to toss off the blanket and spread. I felt shy and nervous, considering how intimate we had been before, how intimate we had just been in the shower. Sliding one knee onto the mattress, I moved onto it, lying face down and reaching out with arms and legs for the corners of the bed. I didn’t expect Lindsay to tie me up, but I felt the need to let her know she could if she wanted to. I wanted to please her so much, and I hoped I was doing what she wanted of me.

The bed moved as she got on it, between my open legs. Tender hands lay on my thighs and damp hair fell to my ass. Her fingers moved up, spreading my cheeks. Dipping lower, she touched her tongue to me again. I knew she wanted this. It was there in almost every time that we had had sex, this hint, the suggestion of her desire for more. I sucked in a deep breath and let her do what she wanted, even knowing that she would be hoping I would do the same for her.

I had liked it when she licked my ass before, and I had put my tongue to her. It was interesting, kind of sexy because it was also kind of dirty. But I knew this was going to be different. Her tongue was probing me, swabbing my ass. I dug my fingers into the sheets, clawing them as she loved my ass. It felt good. Her fingers pulled my cheeks wider and her tongue curled, flicking over my delicate skin. I remembered what she had done something very like this before, just before putting Tom’s cock into me.

Now, it was her tongue she was pushing in to me. I gasped as I felt her wriggling it, opening me. I lifted my head back, straining against my clawed fingers as I pushed my bottom back at her, trying to tell her to go ahead, to do it. My mouth gaped as I felt her tongue open me.

It istanbul escort bayan was amazing to accept what her tongue was doing to me, where it was. This was entirely different: this was the act, not the prelude. Her tongue was in me, wriggling and writhing, unlike a finger or a penis. I released the sheets and drew my arms down, folding them across my back, crossing them and grasping them in my fingers, holding on against the pleasure.

One of her hands left my cheek and slipped between my legs. As my hips bobbed to welcome Lindsay’s licking, I rose up and came down to feel her crossed fingers touching gently to my pussy. I was wet, I knew. The tips of her fingers grazed between my lips, exciting me further as her tongue moved. Slowly, very gently, she pushed her fingers inside of my cunt. Her other hand raised, and, as she pushed her fingers all the way into me, she brought her hand down sharply on my ass. I cried out, gripping my arms tighter under my fingers, but not moving away from her.

“Yes,” I murmured, knowing what that little smack had done inside of me. I wanted more.

Lindsay’s tongue seemed to speed up, her fingers curled inside of me, dancing across that rough spot up and inside of me. I cried out again, and felt her hand come down on my flesh again.

Suddenly, her tongue was gone from my butt. I turned to look back at her, the desire and frustration hanging heavily on my face.

“You love this, don’t you?” she asked, licking her lips while looking up at me.

“Yes,” I told her. “Please.”

“Please what, Kelly?”

My heart fluttered. I wasn’t sure what she expected me to say. “Please, keep spanking me.”

Her hand smacked on me again, catching my left cheek this time, the one she hadn’t spanked yet.

“Please what, Kelly,” she repeated. Her hand snapped down again, stinging my bare skin.

“Please keep licking my ass.”

Her tongue swept across me again, even as her hand landed on me once more. There was fire under her hand, spreading across the plump flesh of my bottom, searing into me. My pussy gushed.

“Please what, Kelly?”

“Please keep fucking me.” I bobbed my hips again, moving on her fingers still inside of me. I wanted to cum so.

A rain of spanks fell on me, first one cheek and then the other. They were hard and sharp, but they excited me. I could feel my bottom flushing. I wriggled on her fingers, knowing she could make me cum so easily now.

“Please, Lindsay, make love with me…”

Her mouth was back on me once again, her tongue burrowing into my ass, her fingers churning in my pussy. The spanking had heated me, made me even wetter than before, I held fast to my arms behind my back as I cried out again and again.

“Make love with me, Lindsay,” I gasped again. My orgasm fired up. I bent my knees and raised my legs, my muscles taut and on edge. I held tight to my own arms behind my back, holding on as pleasure rushed through my tense body, until I let go of everything and cried out loudly with the intensity of my cum. It rolled through my body, curling my toes as I writhed and thrashed my legs. Drawing in a deep breath, I calmed slowly and let my arms fall to my sides as I lay gasping beneath my lover.

Her fingers inside of me brought me up again. I pushed up onto my hands, arching my back and pushing toward her, my hair dangling down onto my back, fingers tearing at the sheets as she licked at me and moved her tongue. I cried out again, coming for her again, the delicious sensation of lust and love mingling the physical with the emotional. I said I loved her. Out loud.

Barely giving me time to breathe, Lindsay took me over yet again, spanking me more softly now, but continuously. My ass rose up as I half knelt on the bed, legs apart and my sex thrust to her mouth and fingers. Her lips left my star and softly sucked in my clit, pressing to it and gently running her tongue around and around. I was calling her name, telling her I loved her, lost in sensation as I came again.

Oh, it was magical. I eased my body back onto the mattress, lifting the now untucked sheet under my fingers simply for something to hold onto with the pent up energy that ran out of me. I breathed, deeply, slowly, recovering myself after the heights she had taken me to, gentling down again, and being soft. I simply lay there for a moment.

Twisting around, I struggled to get my arms around her. Lindsay came up to me as we lay together, her warm skin skimming over mine. I felt a sheen coating me, feeling slightly slippery as we moved together. We kissed, long and deeply, our tongues running over one another as I laid one hand over her breast and fondled her. Her breasts are bigger than mine, not huge, but plump and round. Her nipples are different too, and my fingertips curled around each one as I moved from breast to breast as she rolled over onto her back.

Lindsay got up on her elbows and reached for the water on the night table. She took a long drink, then gave it to me. içmeler escort I sipped, glad of it after coming so. Our eyes met over the brim of the bottle.

Lindsay took the bottle back and set it down before lying on her back once again, one arm draped over her forehead. I rose above her as she did, dipping my head to use my lips and tongue on her nipples. I smiled to myself. I really liked sucking on her boobs. Six months ago, I would never have imagined how much this simple, endearing thing could make me so happy. Even in my most secret, forbidden bi-curious fantasies, and there weren’t many, licking nipples had not played a very big part. I love having my own teased and played with, and, I had recently discovered, hurt, but I hadn’t focused on playing with another girl’s ever. While self-conscious in some ways, being small-breasted does have advantages: I rarely wear a bra; I can get away with wearing lots of styles that more endowed girls would not look good in. (Okay, so I don’t fill out a tight top. I wish I did, but I don’t.) Tom told me he really liked my breasts and would fondle me under my clothes in public when we were dating. One of the nicer things about not needing a bra.

I adored Lindsay’s breasts. I eased over her body and between her legs, which she opened for me and let me slide between. I felt the closeness of her thighs around my ribs as I dipped my head to her boobs and ran my tongue around and around each stiff nipple, closing my lips over them to suck, pressing with my lips. I ran the tip of my tongue around the edge of each wide areola. Oooo la la, I was sucking another girl’s nipples. I wanted to shout out with glee and let everyone know how much I loved it. Kelly McGillycuddy likes boobs.

Lindsay’s fingers played in my drying hair. She lifted a tress here and there and let it fall, gently massaging my scalp as I just licked and sucked on her breasts. Soft mews filled the air. She is not nearly as noisy as I am when excited. Or she hadn’t been. As I loved her breasts, she seemed to let go a little. I wondered if groups intimidated her. So far, they hadn’t seemed to inhibit me at all. Funny about that.

Sighing happily, I finally left her breasts and moved down her body. The soft curve of her tummy came up, and I kissed her navel, trailing my lips lower. My hands fluttered over her body, touching here and there. I moved them over the swell of her hips, around her ribs. I just touched her. Pursing my lips, I laid kisses across her mound, her short hair there almost prickling. It reminded me of the suggestion they both had made that I should take away all of my hair down there. I wondered how I would look.

Lindsay’s pussy is also very different from mine. Her labia minora are more pronounced, extending lower and showing even when she is not aroused. She was aroused right then though, and, as I lowered my mouth to her, she sighed even more loudly and laid her hand on my head once more. I knew I was going to use my tongue on her ass. I just had to work up to it, and sweet Lindsay was not hurrying me. She cooed and whimpered softly as I loved her with my lips and tongue, taking my time.

I had not done a lot of pussy licking up to that point. Okay, so I had gone down on the fabulous Jeni, another girl named Caitlin, and one named Heather, as well as Lindsay, at that party back in the fall. I think that was all. The details are kind of fuzzy. Jeni’s pussy was entirely different from Lindsay’s, I remembered as I lapped. Absolutely the most gorgeous in the world, probably. But, for all of having licked four other girls, I was not exactly an expert. I thought I was pleasing Lindsay when I touched her with my mouth, but I was sure there was more I could do. I wanted to do more. I wanted to be really good at this and for her to like what I did.

Thinking of Jeni reminded me of something she had done to me. I slid my hands under Lindsay’s ass, pulling her closer, and furrowed my way up between her lips, tasting the heavy, musty womanliness of her. I love that taste. My tongue coated with her cream, I laved it over her clit, listening as she cried out more loudly than before and her fingers tightened in my hair. Circling her clit with just the pointed tip of my tongue, I pushed and pulled at her skin there, the folds of her moving under me. I wasn’t sure if I would do this right or not, or if she would like it, but I went ahead. I opened my teeth just a little, closed my lips over her clit and inhaled. The suction drew her clit up and into me, past my teeth so that they grazed over her skin. I hoped I was doing it right, because when Jeni had done it to me I nearly lost it.

I guess Lindsay loved it. With a cry of abandon, she came, raising her ass up off the bed and pulling my hair as her orgasm rolled through her.

I smiled happily into her sex as she came. I had done this, with my lips and tongue. Kelly, you are getting better.

Lindsay sat up, leaning to me as I came up onto my hands, and we kissed. This time, it was flavored with the creaminess of her pussy. I quite liked having her all over my face. It made me feel sexy to know she had drenched my face because she was so wet and excited. We kissed deeply, sharing, touching, then she drew away, looking me in the eye, questioningly. Didn’t she know I would do anything for her? I wanted to take the questions away.

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