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   BetweenHerLegs says -

   This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration
of sexual fantasy.  It it not intended to describe actual persons or
events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or
to minors, nor by or to anyone for whom these materials are illegal,
immoral, or ill-advised.

   Otherwise...  enjoy!

   Love and kisses,

   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "Can You Imagine?"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Anna groaned as her husband flung her against the door and pawed her
body ferociously, his mouth savoring her curvy flesh almost as much as his
hands were.  They were both fully dressed, but so relentlessly hungry was
his mouth that her face and neck glistened with saliva, and her pink golf
shirt was wetted almost to translucence over her ample breasts.  She was
36, and normally she and Vermil had a sweet, romantic relationship, but
every couple of months she loved being treated like this, loved to feel
like she was once again a 16 year-old cheerleader being savaged by an older
football player with no sense of control or patience.

   She groaned and arched her back as he pressed her shoulders more firmly
against the wall but took her ass in his hands and pulled her nearer to
him. He was strong, and Anna loved when he showed it.

   "Goddess," he murmured, squeezing her ass repeatedly as he sucked on her
chest, just above her tits.

   She groaned, and felt herself wetten dramatically.  At 36, despite being
confident in her looks, she loved hearing that kind of thing.  And she had
every right to be confident in her looks.  With gold-flecked brown eyes,
russet hair just below her shoulders, and an easily tanned complexion gave
her the enduring attractiveness of youth.  At 5'10" was in excellent
physical condition, toned and trim but curvy.  What extra weight of age she
did carry was positioned perfectly to add shape, not bulk.  She knew she
looked good.  But Vermil's words of worship never ceased to get her juices
flowing.

   Anna squirmed, loving every movement of his hands and mouth, thrusting
herself at him as they began to dry hump against the wall.  She clutched
his head to her chest forcing him to suck on her exposed cleavage.  He was
a handsome man, and she loved the way he looked when he was enflamed like
this.  He was a little taller than her at an even six-feet, and slightly
older at 42 with black curly hair peppered sparingly with silver flecks. 
He was lean but very strong, and his shoulders and hips were powerful
driving forces.  She grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, staring
into his deep green eyes.  "Oh God, yes," she moaned, feeling his erection
throb against her as he came inside his pants.  She drooled a long string
of wet saliva onto his lips.  "Yes, baby, worship your goddess."

   Some women might have been pissed off at his early orgasm, but she took
it as a compliment, and she knew that he wouldn't stop just because he'd
experienced one climax.

   "Goddess," her husband repeated, sliding down to his knees.  As she
circled her hips around in anticipation, he lifted the hem of her pink top
and slowly covered her slightly rounded tummy in deep, soft kisses.  His
lips and tongue danced around the gentle, pretty swell of her belly until
she was so wet she knew he could smell her arousal even through her jeans.
Vermil eased her zipper down, revealing pink cotton bikini panties stained
significantly darker by the juices flowing from the well between her
swollen lips.  Her jeans were tight, and he struggled a bit to get them
down over her hips.  She threw herself back into the door, though, when he
clamped his mouth down on her mound, sucking her moisture through her
underwear.  His tongue pressed in, furrowing its way in.  Anna began to
whimper, sliding partly down the door, held up by only his strong hands on
her ass.  She nearly toppled when he let go briefly to tug her panties
down.

   And she remained off balance as he sucked on her smooth, full thighs and
lapped teasingly at her outer lips.  "Please," she begged.  "Worship me,
baby, worship your goddess."

   Her husband kissed her pussy firmly, sliding his tongue deep, deep
inside, pressing his nose between her lips, and prying her open with his
mouth.  He darted his tongue in and out rapidly, flicking it around in
circles, before returning to her thighs.  Panting, desperate, she reached
down and began rubbing her clit while his mouth moved all around her inner
legs and mound.  And then it happened.  Her life changed forever.

   "Just imagine," Vermil cooed, "just imagine a pretty girl's face down
here between your legs like this."

   And, just like that, for the first time, Anna looked down and instead of
her husband, thought of a girl.  Imagined soft, feminine lips fluttering
around her thighs.  Long, silky black hair spilling out all over her lap.
She cried out, gasping with pleasure.  The vision in her mind was so
beautiful.  So magical.  And then he said -- "Or better yet, two girls'
faces.  Their cheeks pressing, between your thighs."

   Suddenly long blonde hair mixed with the black, and her love tunnel was
the seat of much soft, pretty playfulness.  Anna cried out again and came
so hard and so suddenly that she banged the back of her head into the door.
As she collapsed to the floor, Vermil did not relent.  He kept
tongue-fucking her slit while rubbing her clit with two fingers.  And in
Anna's mind, she couldn't help it.  She saw red-painted lips amidst black
hair, parting to allow a delicate feminine tongue to emerge and taste her.
And white-painted nails amidst blonde hair, flurrying about her aching
clit. And she arched her back.  And came again.

   This time, as soon as she could, Anna threw her legs around her husband,
pulling his face tightly into her pussy, thighs squeezing his cheeks.  She
writhed on the floor, thrashing from side to side.  Her husband, always
before classically masculine, emitted a series of high-pitched moans like a
girl in the throes of her first passion, his sounds vibrating against her
pussy as his lips and tongue worked their furious magic.  When her third
orgasm hit her, it was long and protracted, the last quiet tremors like
tendrils reaching through her entire body and deep into her core.

   Even now, Vermil wasn't going to stop, but Anna could take no more.  Her
cunt was raw and sensitive, her body drained.  "Please, no more," she
begged, unfolding her legs and lifting his head.  "No more right now.  I
need a break," she panted.  "Fuck, I need a break."

   Vermil, his face glistening with her juices, stood and unzipped.  His
crotch was a cummy mess from his earlier climax, but inside he was erect,
and he pulled his cock out and started to rub it while he looked down at
her.  She was naked from the waist down, her legs splayed.  Her shirt was
stained with saliva.  Her throat and chest already bruising from his
kisses. Her hair a mess, her eyes glowing, her cheeks red.  Vermil stood
there, stroking himself wordlessly, just breathing heavily as he looked at
his ravaged wife.

   She loved it.  And even though she could take no more sexual attention
at the moment, Anna was stirred deeply.  "Give me your seed, baby," she
pleaded.  "Make an offering to your goddess."

   And Vermil loved that kind of talk as much as she did.  Almost as soon
as her words were out, he launched his load.  He drew a line down her body.
The first sticky glob landed on her nose, the second on her chin, the third
on her chest, the fourth on the shirt stretched across her tits, and the
final ebbing shots painted her worn pussy.  Anna smiled and moaned with
pleasure, gently rubbing his sperm into her cunt.  Vermil knelt beside her
and licked his own sperm up from everywhere else and then drained it into
her mouth.  They kissed deeply, and sighed with satisfaction.

   After a few minutes of gentle kisses and caresses, Vermil went to
shower, and Anna went to their bedroom, preparing herself to do the same.
When her husband came out and was toweling off, she was sitting naked on
the end of the bed, holding her clean towel on her lap with a light robe
laid across it.  "You really liked that didn't you?" he asked, grinning.

   "Liked what?" Anna asked, still trembling from the sex and barely
putting multiple words together in her own mind.

   "Being told to think about girls while I was going down on you," he
answered.

   His wife blushed and lowered her eyes.  She had been avoiding
confronting that.  She wasn't sure what to make of her response to the
imagery, and had decided that it was better to ignore that it had ever
happened.  "You were just incredible tonight, that's all," she said, hoping
it didn't sound as lame to him as it did to her own ears.

   Vermil chuckled.  "Well, okay," he allowed.  Then, after a second's
hesitation, he decided to tease her one last time.  "Just don't think about
the girls again while you're in the shower or you'll get all worked up
again."

   "Ass," Anna snarled, throwing her robe ineffectually at him -- but she
was laughing as she did it.  But it was there.  The seed had been planted
again.  Ignoring that it had ever happened wasn't possible at this point.
She looked at her face in the mirror as she brushed out the snarls in her
reddish brown hair to make it easier to shampoo.  No denying the natural
beauty of women's faces, she had to admit.  And she was, in all
seriousness, a believer in the feminine power of the universe.  She'd never
been aroused by other women, but she did earnestly believe in the cosmic
force of female sexuality, and her husband's worshipful talk was not only
sexy, but struck a deep core in her soul.  It seemed right.

   And now she couldn't get the image out of her mind.  Two nameless,
basically faceless girls worshipping between her legs.  So pretty to look
at, so soft to feel.  Once she was in the shower, the hot steaming water
brought her to a flush, and made it harder to resist thinking about the
brief fantasy.  And as she soaped herself with her bare hands, she found
herself curious.  She knew the touch of her own fingers.  How would another
woman's fingers feel?  Certainly different from a man's, and certainly more
like her own, but more so.  And when she lathered her breasts up, she
wondered about those two.  She took hers for granted.  Sometimes they felt
good, sometimes they were just extra weight.  Sometimes they were good for
attracting her husband's attention.  But she'd never really thought about
how they felt beneath her fingers.  She realized they were sort of soft and
sort of firm at the same time, and she wondered if other women's breasts
felt the same, or if it would be different touching another female chest.

   Confused, flustered, she ended her shower then.  She rinsed her pussy as
clean as she could without touching it, and toweled off rapidly.  This was
an exploration she wasn't prepared for.  A part of her she wasn't sure she
actually wanted to understand any better.

   "Good shower?"

   She smiled at her husband and slipped into bed naked.  "Very funny."

   Vermil just chuckled, and joined her, wearing boxers but no t-shirt. 
She spooned up behind him, her breasts pressing into his back.  For a
moment, she realized that his skin was very different from her own.  How
would her breasts feel pressed up again her own skin?  Shuddering, she
closed her eyes and tried to think about everything she could to distract
her mind.  It didn't work, and sleep came hard and was fitful.

   In one dream, the only dream she could remember when she woke up in the
morning, she was drinking coffee at an outdoor cafe with another woman from
work.  Jessica.  A pale, thin red-head with light curls.  She was a few
years younger than Anna, possibly not even in her thirties yet.  Anna had
never noticed in real life what color the woman's eyes were, but in the
dream they were blue.  Bright, clear blue.  And in the dream she was
staring into them as they drank their coffee.  And then the dream switched,
and the two women were in bed.  Anna was on her back, naked from the waist
down, her legs splayed obscenely.  She wore a black lace bra over her
breasts.  Jessica was wearing a dark green dress and was kneeling between
Anna's legs licking her pussy gently, delicately, her red hair falling all
over the other woman's lap.

   That was all that Anna remembered, but it was enough, coupled with the
earlier imagery, to start her day in a rush of sexual arousal.  She was
frustrated by being aroused by two fantasies involving women eating her
pussy, but there was certainly no denying the fact of the arousal.  When
she saw Jessica at work, she couldn't help blushing, and tried to avoid
contact all morning.  At one point, Jessica stopped by her desk to chat,
and as she stood there and Anna sat in her seat, the thirty-six year-old
realized her eyes were roaming over the red-head's body.  She hoped the
other didn't notice.

   "Are you okay?" Jessica asked.

   Shit.  She'd noticed.  "Why, what do you mean?" Anna asked, easing back
into a comfortable position and looking at the other woman's face, intent
to maintain eye contact rather than risk more wandering eyes.

   "You seem lost in thought, hon."

   Anna looked at the hair.  The light red curls which only last night had
been covering Anna's exposed sex.  Shit.  "Thought?" she murmured.

   "Yeah, lost in thought," Jessica laughed.  She sat down on the corner of
the other woman's desk.

   Anna couldn't help it.  Her eyes followed the motion, and lingered for a
while on the way her body folded as she sat.  There really was a pretty
grace inherent in the female body.

   "Really?"

   "Yeah," the younger woman confirmed.  "Are you having problems with
Vermil?"

   "No!"

   "Then what's wrong?"

   "Nothing," the russet-haired thirty-six year-old assured her.  "Just
preoccupied, I guess."

   "What with?"

   Anna shrugged.

   "Are you not getting enough sex?" Jessica asked with a wink.

   Now Anna sat up awkwardly.  "That's never been a problem for me," she
said, wishing it didn't sound conceited.

   "I'm sure it hasn't, hon," the other woman laughed.  "But sometimes
husbands can be a little neglectful."

   "No, no, no," Anna insisted.  "Vermil is fine."

   "Then what's going on?"

   Maybe a half-truth would work.  "I just had a very hot dream last night,
if you must know."

   "About Vermil?" Jessica pressed playfully.

   "Get back to work," Anna laughed, swatting at her.

   The red-head laughed, and did as commanded.  Anna watched her walk.  Men
didn't walk like that.  A man's ass could look nice when he was walking,
but a woman had a lot of art in her walk.  Hips, ass, waist, thighs.  All
working together for one act, beautiful in its everyday simplicity.  She
thought about sex.  Since marriage she'd only been with her husband, but
before Vermil, there had been a number of other men.  She mentally compared
her own behavior in bed to theirs, curious whether the rules of walking
applied there too, and she realized that they did.  Even the best sex she'd
had, with the best, most generous and skilful lovers, the man was pretty
straightforward and linear.  She used her entire body.  They thrust.  She
wrapped and wriggled while thrusting.  They kissed.  Her tongues and lips
massaged while her cheeks encouraged them and her neck gave guidance.  Did
all women make love the same way?  Thinking about Jessica's walk, she felt
certain they did.  And she realized that her lips were dry.  And her other
lips were moist.  Damnit, it was just an intellectual curiosity -- that's
all.

   But she had a sudden vision of Jessica, naked, writhing the same way she
walked.  All the parts of her body moving in concert as she rolled around a
bed, her eyes closed in deep passion.  Anna took an early lunch.  She hoped
that going on, getting some fresh air, doing some errands...  Well, she
hoped distraction was the answer to her discomfort.  She was straight, and
nothing could change that.  No silly comments by her husband, no images or
dreams, no cute co-workers.  Nothing.  She was straight.

   The air did help clear her mind, and the errands did help distract her.
She got a quick bite at Subway, quickly thanking her lucky stars that there
was not the usual compliment of young hotties in black slacks and tight
dark green tops.  Then it was off to the pharmacy for one last errand. 
Usually Vermil offered to take care of pharmacy business, but he would have
no time today, so it fell to her.  And when she got there, she realized why
he probably liked to do it.  He would never cheat on her, she knew, but he
clearly still had the sense of vision, and as confident as Anna was in her
looks and in the certainty of her husband's lust for her, there was no
doubt that there was a tremendous piece of eye candy at the counter.

   Freida was her name.  She must have graduated high school to be working
at 12:30, but she certainly didn't look like it.  She must have just
graduated.  She had a lot of curly blonde hair and a face like a model,
cute and round with high cheek-bones and large green eyes.  When she
stepped out to help another customer get an anti-smoking kit from a locked
cabinet, Anna saw just how much eye candy there was.  Anna often felt
herself a little tall for a woman at 5'10", and this girl was a couple
inches taller yet.  Her waist line was insanely thin, but her bust was
large and her hips and ass had the same graceful roundness as her face. 
She wore a black skirt under her white pharmacy smock, and Anna noted just
how toned and shapely her calves were.  It was there again.  But this time
it was a mess of blond curls spilled out over her lap.

   "Can I help you?"

   Anna had the distinct impression that Freida was repeating herself. 
Lost in thought, indeed.  "Sorry," she apologized.  "I need a refill on
this." She handed over the bottle.

   Freida smiled.  Her lips were unpainted but nearly red on their own. 
"Oh, so you're the mysterious Anna."

   "Hmm?"

   "It's always your husband who does your refills," Freida laughed.  "I
started calling him Anna just to tease him." She winked.  "Now I see how he
got himself so whipped."

   Anna blushed.  Was that flirting?  "He's a nice guy," she offered.

   Freida paused in looking up the insurance info and looked at her. 
"Looks like about forty-minutes."

   "Shit," Anna swore, then apologized.  "I have to be back at work before
that."

   "You need to have this quickly?"

   The woman nodded.

   "Where do you work?"

   Anna told her.

   "How about this.  We close for lunch at two.  Your work isn't far from
my place.  How about I stop by and drop it off on my way home for lunch?"

   "I couldn't ask you to do that!"

   "Just consider me whipped too," Freida told her with another wink. 
"I'll see you then."

   She turned and walked to the back, not allowing any further discussion.
Anna appreciated the generosity of the girl, but found herself confused
about some of her comments.  If Anna had said things like that to a man,
she would have been flirting for sure.  But she'd never been flirted with
by a girl herself.  Or maybe she had and had never paid attention to it. 
She hardly even noticed the return to work so wrapped up was she in trying
to figure out divine an answer to her question and the simultaneous,
inescapable vision of Freida's remarkably beautiful face nestled between
her thighs.

   "Feel better?" Jessica asked as Anna walked past the red-head's desk on
the way to her own.

   Anna decided to face up to this thing and take Jessica into her
confidence.  "Jessica," she opened awkwardly, perching on the desk as
Jessica herself had done earlier.  "Jessica, I think." She bit her lower
lip.  "I think I have a crush on an eighteen year-old girl."

   The red-head blushed, the color striking on her pale skin.  Freckles
appeared that Anna had never seen before.  Jessica scooted up close to her
desk and folded her arms in front of her.  "What?" she whispered.

   Anna repeated herself.

   "A girl?"

   Anna nodded.

   "Fuck, girl," Jessica muttered, her eyes on her desktop.  She bit her
own lip.  "I mean, what's wrong with Vermil?"

   Anna shook her head.  "Nothing.  I don't know.  It's not that.  It's
just.  Jessica, I don't know what it is."

   The red-head finally looked up at her.  "How long have you been a
lesbian?"

   "I'm not," she protested.  "I'm not."

   "Well then how long have you had crushes on other women?"

   The older woman had to think about her answer to that.  The truth was,
since last night.  But there was something deeper than that.  She didn't
know what, but as uncomfortable as she was and as uncertain as she was
about these feelings, part of what was so confusing to her was that despite
never having occurred to her before last night, the feelings felt very much
part of her.  "I'm not sure.  I'm trying to figure that out."

   "Have you -- well, do you -- I mean..." Jessica paused, then made eye
contact.  "Have you ever had a . . .  a crush . . .  on me, Anna?"

   How to answer that.  Avoidance.  "I just don't know what to do, Jessica.
I'm so confused."

   "You didn't answer me."

   Anna closed her eyes, breaking the eye contact.  "Yes, a little," she
admitted, opening her eyes again, but not making direct contact.

   Jessica nodded softly, and looked self-consciously down at her chest. 
"I guess I'm flattered in a way," she supposed.  As pretty as she was and
well-shaped as her outline was, her breasts were somewhat small, and Anna
was sure that the young divorcee fretted about that.  "I've never had a
woman feel that way before, at least that I know of."

   "I'm sorry, Jessica, I shouldn't have brought this up."

   "No, it's okay.  I understand you're confused." Their eyes made contact
again.  They really were blue.  Bright and clear, too.  Anna felt
butterflies in her stomach.  She couldn't read Jessica's face and that
worried her.  But she wasn't sure what she was worried about.  "What are
you going to do about your crush?" Jessica asked, her voice wavering a bit.
"On the eighteen year-old," she added, trying to distance herself from the
situation a bit.

   "I'm not sure," Anna answered, neither sure which crush she meant. 
"What should I do?" Their eyes were still locked, but Anna found the vision
of Jessica's eyes mixed with a vision of red and blonde clears between her
legs.  Her stomach was still fluttery, and she licked her lips.  For just a
moment, her eyes flicked down to Jessica's lips before returned to her
eyes. The red-head's lips were formed like flower petals, delicate and
elegantly formed.

   "What about Vermil?"

   "I'm not sure, but I think he wouldn't care." She didn't mention that he
had planted the idea.

   "What would you have done about a crush on a man before you were
married?"

   "I would have followed up on it."

   "Then I guess if Vermil's okay with it, than this is no different, is
it?"

   "But it's a woman."

   "Is she pretty?"

   "Gorgeous."

   "Are you -- I mean, do you -- I mean, does she arouse you?"

   Pause.  Breath.  Heartbeat.  "Yes."

   Now Jessica's voice was definitely wavering, but her gaze unflinching.
"If someone arouses you, and your husband doesn't mind, then you should
definitely, without a doubt, without a hesitation, follow up on it, even a
woman."

   A longer pause.  Slow, tortured breath.  Loud, pounding heartbeat. 
Butterflies.  Dry lips.  Bright, clear blue eyes.

   And then -- "Jessica, come here for a moment." The intercom.  The
fucking intercom.

   Whatever the spell was, it was broken, and both women coughed awkwardly
and rose to go about their business.  They looked at one another one last
time before parting without any further words.

   Business tasks mercifully pushed the matter from Anna's mind.  Both
matters.  All the matters.  Shortly after two o'clock, however, they came
bursting back.  "Anna, someone's here from the pharmacy for you." It was
Jessica, escorting Freida to Anna's office.  The pharmacy girl's skirt was
very tight to her curves, showing the swell of her mound.  She wore a soft
white sweater on top, short sleeves, and v-necked.  From behind her
shoulder, Jessica mouthed, "Is this her?" Anna nodded subtly.  She saw
Jessica give a thumbs up before leaving.

   "Thanks so much -- Freida wasn't it?" she asked, trying to act like she
didn't have every detail of this girl memorized.

   "You're welcome, Anna," the girl said with a smile.  "Like I said, it's
on my way home." She handed over the filled bottle.

   "Shit," Anna swore, taking the prescription and slipping it into her
purse.  "I never paid."

   "I took care of it."

   "Thanks, Freida, I'm sorry -- what do I owe you?"

   "Don't worry about it," the blonde dismissed her concern.

   "I want to make it up to you somehow."

   Freida perched on the corner of her desk.  It was the day for that.  But
she was wearing a skirt, not pants.  And she didn't cross her legs.  Anna
couldn't help looking at her well-formed thighs, which flowed from
well-formed hips.

   "I'm sure you can make it up me," Freida said softly, parting her legs
ever-so-slightly.  It wasn't a come on, exactly, but it was definitely
flirting.  That mystery was solved.

   Anna knew it was rude, but she couldn't help looking at the legs again
when they were parted.  She couldn't see any panties, but she found herself
looking at the dark pathway that led up the girl's skirt towards her sex.

   Freida laughed and slipped off the desk.  "Red."

   "What?"

   "They're red."

   "What are?" Anna was confused.

   Frieda leaned on the desk.  Her cleavage was on display for the married
woman.  "My panties are red.  You were trying to figure it out, right?"

   Anna blushed.  "I'm sorry."

   Frieda laughed again and straightened up.  "Don't worry, men do it all
the time."

   "But I'm not man," Anna blurted out, wishing she hadn't.

   "I can tell," Freida agreed with more laughter.  She became serious, but
warm.  She smiled.  It wasn't flirty anymore.  It was something else.  "I
like that." She shrugged.  "I like the way you look at me.  It makes me
feel pretty.  Special."

   "You are," Anna said, her heart thumping in her ears.  The butterflies
were back with a vengeance.  "I'm not the only one who looks at you like
that, I'm sure."

   "No," Freida affirmed easily, "but you're the most beautiful."

   "Freida --"

   "Anna."

   "Freida --"

   "Anna."

   "Freida, I'm very confused right now."

   "By what?"

   The older woman shrugged one shoulder.  "What I'm feeling."

   Freida came around the desk and took her hand.  "You want to be less
confused?"

   "Yes," Anna breathed desperately.

   "Follow me."

   Freida walked out of the office and Anna followed dumbly, not sure why,
let alone what was going on or what was going to happen.  She was surprised
to see the eighteen year-old turn into the restroom.  But she followed.  It
was a one-person restroom.  When they were inside, Freida locked the door.

   "First," she said, "you want to know what my body would feel like up
against yours." She wrapped Anna in an embrace and pulled her close.  Anna
nearly melted.  The girl was so soft, warm, welcoming.  She'd never felt
anything like it.  She placed her hands on the girl's hips.  The beauty of
them was palpable.

   "Second," Freida continue, "you want to know what I smell like." She
pulled the older woman's head into the nape of her neck.  "And what my skin
would feel like to your face.  She bent down, and rubbed cheek to cheek. 
Anna couldn't help emitting a low moan.  She realized she was in the
control of this much younger girl, but she wasn't going to fight it.  "And
you want to know what my lips feel like." Freida kissed her.  It was like
no kiss Anna had ever experienced.  She had thought she liked kissing.  But
now she felt like she had never before been kissed.  The girl's lips were
as soft as they looked, but somehow they were strong, too.  They moved as
if they were dancing with one another and hers were simply caught between.

   "And your tongue," Anna asked, ashamed of the brashness but unable to
control her words.

   Freida laughed with what sounded like childish delight, and slipped her
tongue into the other woman's mouth.

   "Oh god!" Anna groaned into the girl's lips.  She felt her panties
wetten, felt a trickle of arousal work its way under the hem of her panties
and down to her thigh.  "Oh, god, Freida, oh...  oh..." Their embrace was
like another dance, encircling the activity of their mouths.  Her tongue
was so soft, and thin, and cool, and wet, and her body so close, and --
"Oh, your tongue tastes so good!  Oh!" Freida gave a quick suck and pulled
Anna's tongue into her mouth, and their tongues entwined, surrounded by the
pretty young girl's perfect, smooth teeth.  Freida ran the tip of her
tongue along the delicate underside of Anna's, and -

   "Oh!" Anna hands shifted to the girl's ass, squeeze hard, and she bit
the girl's lip as her thighs quivered and a rush of energy flowed through
her body, spiraling out from her sexual core.

   Freida kissed her lips softly.  "Did you just cum, sweetie?"

   Gasping for breath, hanging onto the eighteen year old's ass for
balance, Anna just nodded.

   "I've never made someone cum just by kissing them."

   "I've never been kissed like that before."

   "You're so sweet," Freida said, kissing her on the lips again.  "So
sweet for someone so beautiful."

   Anna's chest heaved as she regained her composure.  Her hands began
searching the contours of the girl's backside.  "I'm glad you think so,"
she said, kissing Freida, taking the initiative for the first time she
realized.  Actually choosing to taste another woman's flesh.  She sucked
Freida's lip in between hers, rolled it around.

   Freida actually moaned this time.  "I mean it," she said.  "You're so
beautiful you don't have to be nice." Her lips nimbly reversed the position
so that she was now sucking on Anna's upper lip.  "You could treat people
like shit and get away with it because you're so beautiful, but you don't.
That makes you extra sweet." She broke the kiss, but her tongue lagged
behind, and for a moment their tongues played outside their mouths.  "And
sweet girls deserve presents," she said, reaching her hands between them.
As they embraced, she lifted her sweater up over her head and threw it on
the bathroom floor.

   "What beautiful presents," Anna whispered, staring at her breasts,
uncertain how to respond.  She was there in the bathroom at work with a
girl literally half her age, having her first lesbian affair with someone
she'd only just met and hardly knew at all.  Freida helped her figure out
how to respond, by gently cupping the back of her head with her hands and
pulling the older woman's face down to her chest.  Anna groaned with
pleasure as she felt her soft, pillowy flesh against her face.  At first
she just thrilled in the touch of the girl's breast flesh, but Freida had
sprayed perfume between her cleavage, and the scent was very enticing. 
Anna opened her mouth.  Did she dare?  How could she?

   How could she not?

   She puckered her lips and closed them on the blonde's tit, very softly,
just pressing the tip of her tongue into soft flesh as she did.  Freida
gasped with pleasure, and Anna groaned again.  It was an incredible
sensation.  Anna opened her mouth again and kissed a large area.  Then
again.  And again.  She couldn't get enough.  Soft and firm at the same
time, silky and soft and strong...  Her skin was so delicate there, the
flesh underlying it so full.  Anna was beside herself with pleasure.  She
actually pushed Freida back against the sink, hands clenching the girl's
ass, russet hair falling over her chest as her mouth ravaged her tits.  It
was as if the older woman were experiencing her first desert.  The edges of
teeth gently scraped Freida's tits.  The wet forcefulness of her tongue
pressed and prodded and stroked.  Lips massaged.  Saliva poured out of
Anna's mouth uncontrollably, and she found her face being pressed ever
closer into the breasts saturated by her own saliva.  And she loved it.

   She began sucking, very gently at first and then a little more
insistently.  She was leaving hickeys.  Anna, a married woman of
thirty-six, was leaving hickey's on an eighteen year-old girl's tits.  And
what tits they were, too.  She moaned again, and Freida bean emitting quiet
yelps, thrusting her hips towards the older woman.

   "Oh, oh," the girl whimpered, squirming with pleasure.  "You look so
beautiful on my tits." She reached up again, and pulled her bra cups down,
exposing the full glory of her breasts.

   Anna let out another ecstatic cry and slid her mouth down towards
Freida's left nipple.  She gave it a quick suckle first, and then she
allowed her tongue to play with it, to dance around and work it to rock
hardness.  More saliva drooled out.  Anna couldn't help it.  Freida cried
out again and pulled the woman's face in tight again.  Anna responded
quickly, sucking the entire tip of the breast into her mouth, then released
it before going crazy on the pretty nipple.

   "Oh, so beautiful," Freida murmured again, her voice pitched high.  She
was almost squealing.  "See what you're giving me." She reached behind her,
took one of the older woman's hands, and guided it gently, slowly up
between her legs, feeling its cool smoothness amid her hot thighs.  And she
brought the hand to rest, palm flat against her see-through red bikini
panties.  "Feel how warm I am," she groaned.  "And how wet." She pressed
the hand tighter and the face tighter.  She was almost pulling Anna's
entire body into her own.  "This is your gift to me, my sweet, beautiful
goddess."

   There was that word.  Coming from this gorgeous, sexual creature it was
even more powerful than it was coming from her husband Vermil.  Without
thinking about what she was doing, as if driven by a primitive instinct,
Anna pressed her middle finger against Freida's panties, and felt the young
girl's cunt lips spread for her.  She shuddered with her own delight, but
was taken back when Freida cried out loudly.  Anna felt a sudden rush of
wetness that soaked through the panties, and knew that the blonde girl had
just had a climax.

   "I've never cum so early," the girl panted, pushing Anna away.

   The older woman panicked.  Had she done something wrong?  Was the
eighteen year-old upset with her?  She quickly learned that this was not
the case.

   Freida, her breasts hanging lewdly out of her bra went to her knees and
savagely lowered Anna's pants.  She looked up at the woman's panties with
an adoration that Anna had never experienced.  She reached up and gently
stroked the wife's mound through her simple black cotton panties.  She
moved closer, her beautiful face close enough that Anna could feel the
girl's breath on her pussy.  "My beautiful, sweet Goddess," Freida
whispered almost worshipfully.  With tremendous reverence, she slowly
lowered Anna's panties.

   The older woman, all uncertainty and fear gone, quivered with
anticipation.  "You're so pretty," Freida said softly, bending in and
placing a gentle, closed lip kiss on Anna's delicate folds.  "Oh, and you
taste like a goddess should," she groaned more loudly.  She took charge
now, clamping hands on the older woman's hips and ass, she spun her lover
around and sat her down on the toilet seat.  "Goddess," she repeated,
pulling Anna's legs towards her a bit and apart.

   There was no foreplay at this point, she simply knelt over, her breasts
against the toilet, and placed her face in the other woman's lap.  It was
like a revelation.  Anna screamed loudly with pleasure, heedless of the
fact that she was at work and others might easily hear her noise.  She
yelped loudly with every nibble, lick, suck, plunge....  It was an
incredible, all-encompassing experience.  Visually, the sight of the pretty
face between her thighs, the blonde curls spilling all over her lap, was
even better than she had fantasized.  It was simply exciting to see.  Then
there was the sound of wetness meeting wetness, as the girl's lips, saliva,
and tongue attacked her drenched pussy as one.  She was quite literally
eating Anna's pussy, using her entire mouth to pleasure every little pit of
cunt she could access.  And the sound of all those wet surfaces sloshing
around and interacting with one another was incredible.

   "Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh."

   Anna couldn't help herself.  Every cliche in the book came out of her
mouth.  She came once very quickly, and almost hit her head against the
tiled wall behind her.  Freida didn't let up, though and instead plunged
even deeper, her tongue finding new depths, new corners to explore. 
Whenever her upper lip rubbed Anna's clit, the married woman let out a
particularly piercing scream When Freida finally settled in on her love
button, wrapping both lips around it and sucking it with her tongue slid up
and town its throbbing surface, Anna literally began to cry, tears
streaming down her face as she experienced several rapid succession of
climaxes.  Finally, her body contracted, her clothed upper half bucking
forward and her naked lower half drawing up.  And she was shocked to see
and feel a stream of liquid squirt out of her pussy.  Freida pressed two
fingers near the source of the stream and caused a series of further jets
to erupt, taking the juice all over her exposed chest.

   Panting, Freida knelt beside the toilet and pulled Anna to her.  The
older woman came down to sit with her on the bathroom floor, and they
cuddled for a moment.  "Goddess," Freida said one last time, kissing her
gently on the lips.  It was a sweet, romantic moment in an utterly obscene
setting.  Just when Anna expected it to break up, Freida kissed her again,
softly but more deeply, allowing the older woman to really taste the tang
of her own juices.  As she did so, her hand slipped inside Anna's blouse
and up underneath the cup of her bra.  Her hand simply rested there,
covering the tip of Anna's tit as she continued to kiss her.

   Finding energy and desire from depths she hadn't known she had, Anna
returned the kisses, and placed her hand on the girl's leg.  Without
direction from the blonde, she slowly moved the hand up underneath the
skirt, and towards the red panties and what lay beneath them.  Anna slipped
her hand inside the eighteen year-old's panties and felt a shiver of joy at
how her neat, close bush felt around her fingers, clingy with the moisture
of her passion.  Somewhat uncertain what to do, but fully certain that she
wanted to try it, Anna slid her index finger up and down Freida's slit,
finding the many textures alluring.  Slowly, the finger worked its way
deeper, until suddenly it plunged into utter dark, warm, wetness.  And when
that happened, Freida squeezed her lover's tit and bit her lower lip to
signal how good it felt.  And Anna responded.  She worked the finger around
in circles, stirring up the pooled liquid and exploring the contours of the
young pussy's walls.  Freida's yelps were quieter than Anna's had been, but
they were no less constant.  When the russet-haired wife thought she had
the girl nearing plateau, she dipped her thumb in and pressed her clit
directly.  One small orgasm.  Then she squeezed the clit between both
fingers, frigging it up and down.  Another, longer orgasm.  The bathroom
was reeking of feminine sex, and erotic perfume.

   Before Anna could press on to giver her young lover another climax, the
blonde pulled her hand out.  "I can't take any more, hon, not right now."
She smiled and touched the older woman's face.  "Thank you.  You really are
as sweet as you are beautiful."

   Anna was at a loss for words.  She nodded and kissed Freida's fingers.
"Thank you, my gorgeous, precious lover." There was a brief moment in which
she wondered if she really should have had an affair with this young girl
in a restroom at work, but that moment passed quickly, and mostly she just
felt overjoyed at the awakening she felt inside.  Still a little confused
as to what it meant for her life, she nevertheless was no longer confused
about what she felt.  In two days, she had realized a deep-seated love for
woman as a sex.  It was not new; just newly recognized.  And that felt
good. And so she kissed Freida again, pecking her cheek gently.  "Thanks,"
she said simply in a quiet voice.

   Freida stood and straightened out her skirt and her panties before
pulling her bra back up and resituating her large breasts in its supporting
cups.  She washed her face and chest before pulling her sweater on, and
then straightening her hair.  During all this, Anna sat on the tile
flooring, still naked from the waist down, lost in an afterglow trance. 
Freida finally reach down, took her hand, and helped her up.  Embracing the
married woman, she said, "I'm glad I got to be your first."

   "When did you figure out you were my first?" Anna asked, curious as she
stepped into her panties.

   The young blonde laughed.  "It was pretty obvious from the way you tried
to avoid flirting with me but couldn't help it."

   Anna smiled rather than blushed, and finished dressing and washing up.
There was a warm glow inside her that she cherished.  No longer did she
need to imagine.



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