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   BetweenHerLegs says -

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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "The First Face I Saw"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   I knew few things for certain about myself, but one of the things I knew
was that I was straight.  God how I knew I was straight.  I was married,
and I was having an affair with another man.  There was no limit to my
hunger for men.  And, yet, when I was in the hospital, after being
unconscious for two days, I was glad that hers was the first face I saw.

   My name is Jenna.  I'm thirty-four with dark red hair which hangs in
loose curls just below my shoulders.  I'm half native Alaskan, so my skin
is naturally creamy tan in complexion, and I tan in the salon so I
generally have a light brown complexion except for small tan lines around
my most sensitive areas.  I have glassy, dark brown eyes which look
abnormally large to me, and a mouth which looks abnormally small and round.
I'm told my cheekbones and nose are elegant, but I'm honestly not sure what
that means.  I'm taller than average, thinner than average, with small
breasts for my height but long nipples for my breast size.  My hips are
long and smooth, my ass a tight oval.

   The woman whose face was the first I saw in the hospital had been my
friend since junior high or maybe even a little earlier.  Her name was
Tracy.  She's my age, and she was married, too, and I don't think she had a
regular affair going, but I knew she cheated on her husband frequently with
much younger men.  She was blonde, and if the word bombshell was ever apt,
it was for her.  She had a lean, tapered waste, a full chest, and full
hips. She practically defined the hourglass figure.  Her eyes were as big
as mine, hazel with long lashes.  Her mouth was full, her lower lip pouty.
And Tracy had the most amazing skin, naturally golden all over.

   And waking up to her big, toothy smile, filled my heart with joy.  It's
not that I was attracted to her sexually.  In high school, she and I had
tried the lesbian thing one night and it didn't work out for either of us.
I hadn't been able to get myself aroused by her naked breasts; I might as
well have been kissing balloons.  And she practically gagged on my muff,
unable to tolerate the smell or taste of another woman.  But, she sure was
pretty, and we were very close, so I was glad to look at her.

   Tracy and I probably talked for half an hour before I finally got around
to asking after my husband.  "Where's Brent?" I asked.

   "He got called out," she answered.  "He's up on the slope.  He'll be
back in about six days."

   We went on talking as long as we could that day, and she visited again
the following day.  The day after that, before visiting hours, I realized
that I was really starting to get horny.  Laying around in bed with nothing
to do but think all day, I had spent a whole lot of time thinking about
Brent, and the rest of the time thinking about Todd, my man on the side. 
This translated into very hungry looks towards the male orderly who was
taking care of me, and I think he sensed my desire, because he spent the
second half of his time in my room with a noticeable lump in his trousers.
He was good looking, clean-cut.  No older than twenty, maybe as young as
eighteen.

   "Just a minute," I said as he prepared to leave.  "I'm not contagious am
I?"

   He returned to my bed, looked at my chart.  "No," he laughed.

   I knew that; I had had a severe allergic attack and gone into shock. 
But it was better for me to ask.  "So no one can catch anything from me?" I
asked, propping myself half up.  I was suddenly aware that my gown was
unfastened in the back, but I didn't worry about it.

   "No," he repeated.

   "So I'm safe to kiss?"

   "Yes, definitely," he said, his eyes flicking down to my mouth.

   I smiled, my eyes half-lidded.  "Prove it."

   "Huh?"

   "If I'm so healthy and safe to kiss, show me you're not afraid.  Make me
believe I'm well."

   He hesitated, looking confused.

   I parted my lips slightly and ran my tongue between them, like some
cheap slut in a bad porno.

   He hesitated again, this time because he seemed to feel like he was
suddenly in a dream.  A bad porno dream.  But he shrugged, came around, and
kissed me quickly on the lips.

   I grabbed his ears, pulled his face in, and kissed him back more
violently, my lips and tongue burning with two days of sexual fantasy fire.
I released his ears, put one hand on the back of his head -- fingernails
digging in -- and bit his tongue slightly as my other hand reached down and
rubbed his hardon through his pants.

   "I'll bet you get a lot of pussy in your job, don't you?" I asked in a
dirty voice, kissing his face all over and rubbing his crotch hard.

   "No," he gasped.  "No, not really."

   "Would you like to?" I growled, taking his hands and guiding them to my
exposed back.

   "You mean --?"

   I pulled him up onto the bed, spreading my legs and fumbling with his
zipper.  "Just like you always when wanted you applied for this job," I
panted, freeing his cock from his pants as he started to pull my gown off.
In moments I was naked, my gown having been dumped on the floor and my
panties having been flung somewhere in the room.  I was rubbing precum all
over the head of his cock.  He was already red and bulging.

   I pulled him down toward me, and his mouth immediately found my left
breast, sucking it almost entirely in until he choked on my hardening
nipple.  I rubbed myself quickly while he sucked my tit until I could take
no more, and I took him in me with a load groan.  I threw my naked legs
around his fully-clothed back and humped up against him as hard as I could.
His cock was warm and filling, and he thrust at an angle which hit all the
right spots.

   "Oh, fuck!" the young man shouted after only a few deep plunges.

   "Hold on, baby, don't stop!" I pleaded.

   But it was too late for him.  He pulled out, almost too late, and shot
his load all over my naked stomach.  His warm seed pooled in my belly
button.

   "I'm sorry," he muttered quickly in embarrassment, stuffing himself back
into his pants and leaving my room red-faced.

   "Fuck," I spat, using my panties to wipe his cum from my stomach once I
found them.  I pulled my gown back on and lay in bed, hot, sweaty, and even
needier than before, holding the panties.  I wasn't sure what to do with
them.  I supposed I could just dump them in my overnight bag, but...

   I always have loved the taste of cum, so I decided to go the extra mile
in naughtiness, and I started to lick the sticky white love up from my
panties.  I was able to scoop one particularly large glob and roll it
around my tongue, savoring the texture as much as the flavor.  Feeling
wild, I actually took the panties into my mouth and started to suck all the
orderly's seed from them.  As I sucked and chewed and rolled the panties
around in my mouth, I inadvertently got the crotch, where I tasted my own
moisture.  I hesitated, but decided I didn't mind the taste as much as I
might have thought I would.  I just abandoned myself to the dirty pleasure.

   When my panties were thoroughly cleaned and soaked, I did stuff them in
the overnight bag.  Tucking myself back under the sheets, I lifted my gown
up around my waste, and slowly pet my wet pussy.  My middle finger eased
gently between my lips, working itself slowly into my warm, moist valley,
which it explored at a very deliberate pace.  The moment my middle finger
first touched my searing hot clit -

   The door opened, and Tracy came in to visit.  And there was me with my
legs up under the sheet, and one arm under the sheet clearly down my
midline.  I froze, my face flushed doubly red.

   "I hope I'm not interrupting something," Tracy teased, arching one
elegant eyebrow at me.  She sat down in a chair, crossing her legs.  "Don't
stop on my account."

   I blushed and rolled my eyes, but didn't move my hand.

   She smiled.  "I've seen you do this before, you know," she teased.

   It was true.  She and I had from time to time played with ourselves
while sitting together on the couch watching movies.  But that was when we
were much younger, and it seemed different now.

   "Jenna," she said with warmth in her voice, "do what you need to do,
hon. Then we can get on with our visit."

   "Oh fuck it," I said, giving in.  My second hand flew under the sheets
to hold my lower lips apart so that I could frig myself with my right hand
more vigorously.  I was very self-conscious of the wet noises I was making.

   "Wow, you really do need it," my friend purred, watching me go at it.

   I closed my eyes and arched my back, humping up against my hands.  "Oh,
god," I moaned out loud.  "Oh, god."

   "I forgot how your cheeks burned red when you did that," Tracy said,
almost breathlessly.  "It's kind of hot."

   I opened my eyes and looked over at my friend.  "I tried to fuck the
orderly," I told her, "but he came in like five seconds."

   Tracy squirmed, her eyes glued on the movement of my hands.  "How was
his cock?"

   "It was handsome and he knew how to use it," I admitted, then I gasped
as I reached a plateau of pleasure.  "But he couldn't last at all."

   "Are you thinking of him or your husband right now?"

   "The orderly," I admitted.

   "Mmmm...." A pause.  Then, "God, I forgot how turned on I get watching
you play with yourself, hon.  You're so passionate about it."

   I gave another loud groan.  "Fair's fair, babe," I grunted.  "If you
need it, go for it."

   And she did.  Tracy did not hesitate to slip her hand inside her
waistband and to start stroking herself with a wave-like motion.  "Screw
it," she said, standing, and lowering her pants to her knees.  Standing
there, slacks lowered but still on, she stuffed her hand inside her panties
and starting plunging all her fingers into herself at once, fucking herself
mercilessly.

   I found myself as entranced by watching her motions as she was with
mine. Too, I was struck but just how pretty her thighs were, soft and
smooth and shapely...  I stared at them admiringly, while I pleasured
myself.

   "You're so pretty, Tracy," I groaned.

   "You're so hot, Jenna," she grunted in return.

   "I think I've missed being together like this."

   "Me too," she said.

   And then, both staring at one another, we brought ourselves to
simultaneous climax.  I arched my back high and gasped repeatedly.  Tracy
shook and fell quietly to her chair, sucking her lower lip deep into her
mouth to silence the scream which wanted to come out.

   "God, Jenna," she said after a moment.

   "God, Tracy," I replied with a smile.

   A couple of days later I was home.  It was the last night before Brent
was scheduled to come back, and Tracy and I were downing Long Island iced
tea while we waited for pizza.  She'd kept visiting me each day, even now
that I was out of the hospital.  Last night, my first night home, she and I
had rented a porno and brought ourselves off repeatedly on the couch
together.  For old time's sake.

   "You know," Tracy said as the doorbell rang.  "We never have fulfilled
our promise."

   "You don't mean -- ?"

   "Why not?"

   "But -- "

   She smiled.  "I'll make sure he's legal first," she assured me, and then
went to answer the door.  I watched her from the couch.

   "Hi there," she said as she opened the door for the pizza delivery boy.
He was a young-looking native Alaskan kid, his skin naturally as brown as
mine after fake baking, his hair black, his build tall and thin with
very-well defined muscles.  He probably played basketball.

   "$18.76," he said, handing over the pizza and breadsticks.

   Tracy, who was wearing a navy blue sweater and a tight khaki skirt, made
a show of patting down her pockets, running her hands over all her curves.
"Oops, I forgot the money.  Jenna, come here for a minute."

   I took a deep breath and rose from the couch.  I was wearing black
tights and long sweater the color of my hair which just came down to my
hips.  I knew what Tracy was after.  She and I had promised each other
during our senior year of high school, sixteen years ago now, that we would
someday share a man.  I wasn't sure this was the time or the place, but I
had a hard time refusing my pretty friend.

   I joined her at the door, draping myself behind her, my hands reaching
around her waist in a loose embrace.  "What's up, hon?" I asked her, my
mouth inches from her ear.

   "Do you have the money for our pizza?"

   I laughed, released her, and lifted my sweater to my waist, showing
clearly that there were no pockets in my tights.  "Not on me," I said,
winking at the kid.

   He grinned lopsidedly, enjoying the show we were putting on for him.

   "I'll go check my purse upstairs," I said, going half-way up the stairs
and then pausing to watch and listen.

   "Come on in while you wait," Tracy said, beckoning the young man inside.
He came in and they sat together on the couch.  "So are you on the high
school basketball team?" she asked.

   "I was," he confirmed.  "Graduated last year."

   "Oh, are you eighteen?"

   "Nineteen," he corrected.

   "Oh, gee, you look like you're only sixteen." Tracy smiled.  "I mean,
your face." She reached out and gave his strong, thin arm a squeeze. 
"You're definitely in shape like a man, though."

   "Thanks," he said, and I could hear both pride and embarrassment in his
voice.

   I snuck upstairs to get the money for the pizza from my purse, and I
when I came back down, I couldn't see either of them, but I heard them
both. I found them on the floor in front of the couch.  Tracy had the young
man's pants open, and was giving him what was clearly an amazing blow job.
His cock was very long, the same dark caramel color as the rest of him, and
she was clearly enjoying it.  Her full, red-painted lips were wrapped
tightly around it and she was looking into his eyes as her head flew up and
down.  The kid was moaning loudly, swearing and talking dirty.  His hands
were tangled in her hair and he fucked up against her face in perfect
rhythm with the motions of her head.

   "Shit, shit, yeah, you whore, suck my dick, suck my cock you slut, yeah
oh god, fuck, fuck, oh holy shit, yeah, oh god, you love sucking my native
cock don't you white bitch, oh fuck, you love that I look young enough to
be your son huh bitch?"

   Tracy moaned around his cock, and then chocked as he forced himself
deeper up her throat.  She tried to back off, but he held her head roughly
in place.  She opened her mouth to try and breathe, and the kid just kept
pounding her throat with surprising power.  Saliva and precum poured out of
her mouth all over him and she coughed with ever thrust.

   "Can't handle it, huh, Tracy?" I teased, kneeling beside her.

   "Aw, yeah, another slut whore," the kid said with a grin.  "I'll bet you
suck even better than this white bitch.  Show her how natives do it," he
said, grabbing my hair so tightly it hurt and replacing her mouth with mine
on his cock.

   "Mmm, I can taste your saliva, Tracy," I purred as I worked up and down
on him.  And, I could too, and as fantastic as the boy's cock was, I found
the taste of her saliva even more compelling.  "Mmm..." I repeated, tongue
lashing his cock as I worked him over slowly.  "Mm, god, Tracy," I cried
out, "give me some of that." I fought back against his pressure on his my
head, and planted a kiss right on Tracy's mouth.  I sucked her tongue
violently into my mouth, and swished saliva back and forth, mixing the
juices of our kissing together.

   "Jenna," she gasped.  We'd never kissed before, not even the night we
had tried to be lesbians.

   Far from disappointed by the loss of his blow job, the young man reached
down and started to stroke himself while my friend and I kissed deeply and
violently.  Saliva drooling out of the corners of our mouths.  Our eyes
were wide open, searching.  We were as confused as we were enthralled, as
uncertain as we were desperate.

   "Tracy," I whispered tensely.

   "I love you, Jenna," she moaned.

   "I love you too." And somehow our kiss grew even deeper, our faces
pressed even more tightly together.  It was like I was trying to both crawl
down her throat and pull her into mine.

   And then the boy came, the head of his cock against our chins.

   His orgasm was wild and his load full.  He shot off at least half a
dozen times with such force that the sides of our faces were painted from
top to bottom.

   Seeing and smelling his discharge, I slid my mouth off Tracy's and began
to clean her up, my tongue almost bruising her soft cheek as I tried to
taste her through the strong semen.  Once I was through, she returned the
favor, cleaning my cheek with only her lower lip.  Only then did we return
our attention to the young man.

   "Sorry, we got distracted there for a moment," Tracy apologized to him,
her voice not overly disconsolate.

   "You sluts are fuckin' hot," was all he said.

   Tracy made a move towards him, still planning on giving him more, but
the young man backed off.  "I gotta get back to work," he said, but even
though he tried to straighten his black hair with his fingers, he made no
move to put his cock back inside his pants.

   Moving in unison, Tracy and I both removed our sweaters.  Tracy wore no
shirt under hers, only a tight, white bra which strained to contain her
large breasts.  I, on the other hand, wore no bra, just a tight white
t-shirt through which my nipples were doing their best to drill.  The boy's
eyes moved from one set of tits to the other, uncertain which he wanted to
look at.  His youthful cock was already responding and returning to its
former glory.

   Almost laughing at my private joke as I repeated the line I used on the
orderly, I purred at him, getting down onto all fours and arching my back
quite obscenely.  "You must get a lot of pussy in your job."

   "No, not really," he admitted, stroking himself as Tracy slipped out of
her skirt, revealing that she wore not panties, but a tight pair of man's
cotton boxers under her skirt.  Her hips strained the fabric over the
button-less fly, and wisps of her pubic hair showed through.

   I rolled onto my back and started to roll my tights down, and I said,
"We'll you're about to change that." My attention, though, was on Tracy's
thighs.  I was again struck by how pretty they were, like soft sculptures
which begged to be squeezed and stroked.  I wasn't wearing panties either,
and the removal of my tights showed them both that I had on the bottom of a
string bikini I favored.  It was black with red tiger-stripes, and I love
the way it hugged my warm, moist mound.

   I saw that Tracy was staring at the contours it revealed, and then our
eyes met.  For a moment we held the gaze, and it was as if we were back in
our kiss.  And then, as one, we decided to shove all that out of our minds.
We wouldn't deal with what happened there.

   Instead, we both through ourselves into making this young man the
happiest nineteen year-old in the employ of any pizza place in Alaska.

   "Take your clothes off, baby," Tracy encouraged him as she removed her
bra.

   He did, and more quickly than I would have thought possible.

   I rose from the floor and stepped out of my bikini bottom.  Left in
nothing but my tight white t-shirt, I leaned against the wall, spreading my
legs.  I looked into the young man's eyes with a fire whose origin I did
not know.  "Fuck my brains out right now," I demanded.

   "Fuckin' A, slut," he muttered by way of agreeing.  His naked body was
beautiful to behold as he walked towards me with animal hunger in his eyes.
His brown skin pulsed with energy.  He was so trim as to almost be skinny,
except for the rippling of his lean, chiseled muscles.

   There was nothing romantic or sensual about what followed.  It was raw,
coarse, and sexually fulfilling.  The young man came to me and gripped my
bare ass with one hand while he brutally pawed my pussy with the other. 
His mouth covered my neck with harsh kisses that each left marks.  When
he'd decided I was wet enough, he took my ass in both hands and rammed his
cock up into me.  It felt even longer than it looked, and I cried out with
pleasure as I felt his throbbing presence deep up in my belly.

   He fucked me hard against the wall, using his bruising grip on my ass to
pull me into him as he humped into me harder than I'd ever felt it before.
I cried with each thrust, feeling torn apart, stretched from the inside,
and pushed further and further into a haze of pleasure.  His mouth had
taken to my chest, sucking my tits through my t-shirt, the friction of the
fabric bringing my nipples to full life.

   It was working; the kiss was out of my mind.  The moment that had passed
between Tracy and me was out of my thoughts.  And then Tracy came up behind
the young man and we made a sandwich of him.  I wasn't really looking, but
I could tell her bra was off and I assumed she was probably totally naked.
She pressed her tits into the boy's back, kissing and biting at his
shoulders and neck while she ground her wet pussy against his ass.  With
one hand she was reaching between his legs to play with his balls and with
the other she was clawing at his hip.

   "Don't spend it all in one place, hon," I heard her purr into his ear as
she sucked on his ear lobe.

   "Fuckin' whores, both of you," the native kid swore.  He pulled out of
me and spun me around so I was facing the wall.  "I'm gonna fuck the hell
out of you both."

   The next thing I knew, he had slammed Tracy up against the wall beside
me, and he was staring at both our backsides.  He took control and adjusted
us so that we were both in a presentation pose, our naked hips touching.  I
tried not to think about the intimate contact I was having with my friend,
and focused all my attention on the feeling of his cock as he fucked me
from behind for a few strokes, and then the sound of his plunging into
Tracy as he took her for a few, and then the pleasure of his return to me.
He was like a machine, and Tracy and I were under his spell.  The longer he
went, the faster he got, and the harder he fucked on his return to the our
pussy.

   "I'm gonna cum soon," he panted.  "And I'm gonna make one of you lucky
ladies the momma of my baby."

   My eyes widened.  He was actually going to cum inside one of us?  I was
scared, but the fear was also a thrill.  I didn't think I could become
pregnant right then, but it was always a roll of the dice.  Suddenly he
started to lose control of his strokes, and then I heard him enter Tracy
with even more force, slamming her into the wall hard.

   She screamed and came, and as she did, she looked over at me, and as I
felt him plunge inside me, I looked into Tracy's eyes and came so hard
tears ran down my face.  The boy pulled out and went for one last dip in
Tracy's trough, but he couldn't hold it any longer, and lost his load in
transit, spraying our asses with cum.  No roll of the dice, after all.

   Tracy and I stayed pressed against the wall for a moment, trying to
catch our breath.  We were still looking into each other's eyes, and I
realized that her hand was over mine.  Suddenly uncomfortable, we parted. I
went back to my clothing and used my bikini bottom to wipe myself off. 
Tracy excused herself to the bathroom.

   I paid the kid for the pizza and gave him a large tip.  When he was
fully dressed, I was till sitting on the couch in a bit of a daze, naked
except for my t-shirt.  "Thanks," he said.

   "Thank you," I returned with a smile, but I felt more confused inside
than anything.

   With that, the young man left.  Tracy returned from the bathroom and
pulled her clothes on in silence.  When she had dressed, she sat down in a
chair across from me.  I hadn't put any more clothes on, and I was sitting
with my knees pulled up in front of me.  Tracy spent several minutes just
looking at my exposed pussy before either of us spoke.

   "Well, we finally kept our promise," she said.

   I agreed with a nod.

   "And it was fun."

   Again, I nodded.

   There was silence again as we looked at one another's faces, and then,
after I'm not sure how much more tense silence, she left.

   I slept fitfully that night, and the next day I felt an inexplicable
sexual tension which I could not shake.  At the end of our evening, Brent
and I had a wild romp in the shower, but I still felt unsatisfied and
unsettled.

   "God, I've missed you, baby," Brent said softly from behind me as the
shower water ran over our bodies, washing his cum off my thighs.  I was on
all fours, and he was rubbing himself hard again in the crease between my
ass cheeks.

   "I've missed you too," I told him.  "It's great to have your cock
again." Even though I was still hungry for something, I didn't think it was
Brent's fault.  We had just had amazing sex, and he seemed anxious for
more. There was nothing he was leaving me without.

   "I had a little piece while I was up there," he admitted to me.  It was
our rule.  We were allowed little affairs while separated, providing we
admitted it and told each other about it.  "An office girl, a little
blonde. Great ass, tight pussy, didn't know how to move in the sack."

   As he continued to get himself hard again between my ass cheeks and the
water began to cool off as it hit us, I told him about the orderly, but
didn't tell him about the pizza guy.  I couldn't get myself to even think
about that evening.

   He was hard again.  "You want to take it to the bed for seconds, babe?"
he asked.

   I agreed, and we went, and it was fantastic.  I still felt like I was
missing something, and then, when I came with him between my legs in a
smothering missionary position, I threw my head to the side and in my mind
I saw Tracy's face next to me, and I screamed even louder, coming a second
time.

   The next day, I called Tracy and told her that I had to see her.  She
agreed; she felt the same way.  We met up at her house in the afternoon,
before her husband got back from work.  I was wearing jeans and button-down
green blouse.  She was in khakis and one of her husband's big dress shirts,
un-tucked.

   We made small talk while she made tea, and then we sat at her kitchen
table and looked at one another in silence, sipping our tea.

   "Tracy," I started, "about the other night..."

   Her eyes flashed.  "Jenna, I meant what I said.  It scared me, but I
meant it."

   I blushed.  "Me too." I stared into my tea, and then looked at her
beautiful eyes.  "I love you."

   "I love you, too," she returned.

   I reached out, and took her hand.  "I mean, I really love you."

   She squeezed.  "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone in my life."

   "I love you more than I love Brent," I admitted.  "I think I've always
loved you."

   She nodded, and we stared at one another, smiling but uneasy.  "So..."
she said.  "What does this mean?"

   I leaned over the table.  "It means, I love you." I parted my lips
slightly and pressed them into hers.

   There was no hesitation.  She hummed with pleasure and ran her tongue
between my lips.  And we kissed softly and tenderly over her kitchen table.
After a moment, we broke the kiss.  "We tried this once before," she said
cautiously.

   "We weren't ready then," I told her, kissing her cheek gently.  "I'm
ready now.  I want to experience your body."

   She sucked on my upper lip and then agreed.  "I want to know you from
the inside out."

   "Take me, Tracy," I moaned, kissing her more deeply.

   "Right now?" she panted, returning the kisses with more hunger and more
desire.

   "Yes, right now."

   She broke the kiss, streams of intermixed saliva dangling between our
mouths.  "Okay, but let's do this right.  Come to my bedroom in ten
minutes."

   "Okay," I promised, watching her walk away.  And for the first time I
admitted to myself how much I loved the motion of her hips, the shape of
her ass, the elegance of her legs as she moved.  "I love you," I whispered
to her retreating form.

   I paced the kitchen for a while, anxious for the ten minutes to pass.  I
wasn't sure what she was doing, but I knew Tracy well enough to know it
would be something very romantic and very exciting.  Eventually I decided
that I owed her a little something in return.  I crept out to her hall
closet and pulled out a long, felt dress coat whose brilliant white color
and gold buttons would really set off my light brown skin and dark red
hair. Smiling to myself I stripped until I was completely naked, and
clothed myself in nothing but the coat.  Its texture against my skin was
very sensual.

   I looked at the clock.  Close enough.

   I went upstairs to Tracy's bedroom, and opened the door slowly.  The
room was lit by candles.  She had put satin bed sheets on the bed.  She was
burning incense.  And Tracy herself lay on the bed in one of her husband's
suits.  Her breasts strained the jacket and her hips the pants, but the
pinstripes drew attention to her curves in a very alluring way.

   We looked at each other in silence for several minutes.  "I love you," I
said at least, walking closer to the bed and shutting the door behind me.

   "I love you, Jenna," she offered in return, rising from the bed.  She
approached me.  "I want you so bad," she said, her hazel eyes flickering in
the candle light.

   "I'm all yours," I promised.

   She smiled and reached out, slowly unbuttoning the coat I wore.  She
gasped as it gradually opened, revealing my nakedness beneath.  When it was
fully unbuttoned, she wrapped her arms around me, and we kissed, deeply but
slowly.  I loved the feeling of being her arms, and I moaned with pleasure
as she began to place small, gentle kisses on my forehead, my cheeks, my
eyelids...  my ears, my chin, my throat...  my neck, my collarbone, the
flat of my chest...

   ...and then the coat slipped off my shoulders, and I felt her hands on
my naked back.  She stood back and looked at my body with wonder in her
eyes.  "You're so pretty," she gasped, pulling my nude form back to her. 
"Are you really mine?" she asked desperately, one hand caressing the curve
of my lower back, the other stroking and massaging the tight ovals of my
ass.

   "All yours," I pledged, groaning again as she kissed my shoulders, my
upper arms...

   I gasped as her lips found their way tot he sides of my breasts.  I had
never felt anything so soft, so tender, so loving...  she kneaded my flesh
gently between her lips, stroking me with her tongue.  First one, then the
other, the sides, the top, the underside, and then her exploring tongue
reached out and teased my nipple.

   I cried out and clutched her head to my chest.  "Oh, god, Tracy, you're
so wonderful!"

   She said nothing in response, but my passion drove her to new vigor. 
Her mouth now devoured my breasts, kissing and sucking, and nibbling.  She
was forceful and demanding, yet soft and moist.  I gasped when she took my
nipple and rubbed it between he tongue and upper teeth, with the precisely
right balance of tenderness and pressure.  Her hand dug into the flesh of
my ass and the fingernails of the other bit into the small of my back as
she pulled me closer to her.  I spread my legs and began grinding myself
against the suit-pants which covered her thighs.

   Still saying nothing, Tracy slowly began to lower herself to her knees.
Her mouth worked its way from my breasts, to my side, to my belly.  She
kissed the soft flesh of my tummy, sucking it as she had my breasts.  Her
tongue swirled about in my belly button.  She gripped my ass with both
hands and slowly lay back on the floor, pulling my gently down with her. 
She was staring up at my damp pussy, hunger in her eyes.

   "I want you so bad, Jenna," she said, quivering with desire.  "I want to
know what you're like on the inside...  how you feel, how you smell, how
you taste...  I want to drown inside you..."

   Tears flowed from my eyes as she lowered my pussy down, ever so slowly
down, to her awaiting face.  I wasn't sure what to expect.  I was scared,
nervous, excited, anxious, thrilled...  And then I felt her nose bury
itself in my dark bush.  And I felt her lips and tongue part my labia And I
felt her tongue begin to lash at me with uncontrolled thirst.  And I heard
her say, "Oh, god, you taste so good!"

   And I cried and laughed at the same time, abandoning myself to riding my
friend's face.  I rubbed myself up and down, all over her face as she
pressed up into me, her hands clenching my ass.  Her mouth was inexpert,
but unmistakably loving, and she learned quickly from my responses.  Before
long she was fucking me with her nose and alternately licking at my clit
with a curled tongue.  I gasped loudly with every attentive stroke.  The
louder I gasped, the more vigorous Tracy became, and as I grew closer and
closer to my threshold, I began to outright scream in ecstasy.

   "Oh, god, Tracy, oh god, I'm gonna cum, oh god, don't stop, don't ever
stop!"

   Her voice was muffled in my cunt as she told me how much she loved my
pussy, but her grunts and groans were clear enough.

   And then I did cum.  And it was earth-shattering.  I let out an
ear-splitting scream and bucked hard on Tracy's face, whole body
convulsing. I've never been a particularly wet cummer, but I was that time.
My flood-gates opened as never before, covering my friend's face with
juices she eagerly tried to drink up.  The very moment I was composed
enough, I got down off her face and covered her face in wet, sloppy kisses,
licking myself off her.  Still hungry, she fought for my mouth, and we
kissed deeply and violently, teeth gnashing, tongues wrestling with
bruising force.  I drank my juices out of her mouth, and then, when I could
take no more, I raised my face.  Our tongues still played outside out
mouths for a moment before I said, "I want you now.  Please, Tracy, let me
have you."

   She sucked my tongue into her mouth one last time, and then stood,
taking me by the hand.  We walked over to the bed, and she began to undo
her husband's suit.  "Jenna, help me make my marriage bed a place of true
love."

   She lay the jacket out on the bed and stepped out of the pants.  This
left her in a red and black teddy.  I was astounded.  I had known she was
beautiful, but I had never realized just how stunning she really was.

   There was no taking it slow this time.  I pounded on Tracy, flattening
her on the bed, atop her husband's suit and her satin sheets.  My hands
explored every curve of her body as I kissed her face and neck violently. I
loved the feel of her soft, shapely flesh in my hands.  It was the most
satisfying feeling my hands had ever experienced.  And those thighs!  The
thighs I had been admiring recently felt as smooth, soft, and wonderful as
they had looked.

   Before I even undressed her, I slid down the bed and began kissing her
legs.  I started with her ankles, and worked my way slowly up her calves,
all the while my eyes were on her beautifully rounded thighs.  Tracy
squirmed underneath me, whimpering with pleasure.  She let out a startled
cry when my mouth began to nibble at the underside of her knees.

   "God, Jenna!" she said between gasps.  "How did you know about that
spot?"

   "Because I love you," I purred simply, and I slid my open mouth up to
her thighs.  Oh, god, they tasted so good, and her flesh felt so right in
my mouth.  I began to feel more complete than I ever had in my life before,
and as I caught her scent in my nostrils, I went wild, kissing her thighs
so hard I left marks.  I wanted her pussy bad, but first I had to make up
for past mistakes.

   I slid back up her body, and pulled the top of her teddy down, revealing
her glorious breasts.  It was very different this time as I lowered my
mouth and covered her tits in kisses.  I found her flesh there almost as
exciting as her thighs, and when I pressed my tongue flat against her
nipples and felt them harden and grow, I was hooked.  With a great groan, I
threw myself into the ravaging of her breasts sucking on them like an
over-exuberant adolescent boy, but I didn't care.  I loved my friend's
tits.

   My hand meanwhile was between her legs.  Tracy squeezed it between her
thighs, and I began to rub her mound, feeling her heat and moisture through
the teddy.  I cupped her in my hand and began to squeeze.

   "God, no!" Tracy cried out.  "Please, let me cum from your mouth!  I'm
too close, stop!"

   I kissed her lips and gave her one last squeeze as we looked into each
other's eyes.  "Your wish is my command, lover."

   I slid back down her body and tugged the teddy off her.  "You shave!" I
declared, looking at the beauty of her clean, soft folds as I knelt between
her drawn-up legs.

   "Never before," she told me, tears in her eyes.  "Only for you, lover."

   With that, I dove in.  I began by licking all over her mound loving the
feel and taste of her most tender, smoothest area.  When I felt her spasm
once underneath me with the pre-tremors of an orgasm, I knew I couldn't
prolong this too much so I slid my hands under her magnificent ass and
lifted her up off her husband's suit, which was now marked with several wet
spots from our love-making.

   "I love you, Tracy," I told her again, sucking softly on her labia.

   "I love you too, Jenna," she whimpered, humping up against my face.

   "I'm going to make you all mine," I said.

   "I already am."

   My fingernails pierced her ass cheeks as I lifted her muff to my mouth,
and began devouring her.  I pressed my face in as hard as I could, seeking
her clit.  I took her love button between my lips and began to suck,
swirling my tongue about it.  It took very little time before she began to
scream, and to thrash about, and then her thighs shook, her ass quivered,
and she shouted my name out with every spasm as he came between my hands
and my mouth.  With every spasm, she squirted long streams of her wet love
which bathed my face and hair, and even overshot me a couple of times.

   I lowered her gently back down onto her husband's suit, and lay beside
her, our naked limbs intertwined as we cuddled and kissed very softly.  We
spoke of our love several more times, and of how we had never before felt
like this, physically or emotionally.  Before either of us really knew what
was happening our quiet caresses had together found their way between our
thighs, and we were stroking one another lovingly.

   We rolled to face each other, and as our tongues played outside our
mouths and one hand played inside each other, Tracy reached under us, and
removed her husband's suit.  "This bed is ours now," she said, her tongue
finding my ear as we began to finger each other more rapidly.  "We've laid
our claim." She tossed the suit off the bed, and I cried out as she pried
my pussy wide open with two fingers of one hand and inserted all the
fingers of her other inside me.

   I rotated my hand sideways and inserted all my own fingers inside Tracy,
my thumb at the top of her slit, my pinky at the bottom.  There were no
more words as kissed and humped against each other, our fingers both
delivering pleasure and receiving the pleasure of exploring and learning.
When we came it was slightly more subdued, but we were staring into each
other's eyes so it felt just as thrilling as before.

   "I can't go back home to Brent," I told her in a hushed voice, bending
down to kiss the surface of her breasts, my drenched fingers exploring the
contours of her ass and thighs.  "That life is lie now."

   She brought her fingers up to her mouth and began to suck my juices off
them.  "Honey, I never want you to spend another night outside my bed." On
the verge of crying again, I kissed her even as she continued to suck on
her fingers.  I slipped a leg between hers as our lips dances and our
tongues slid in and out between her fingers, tasting her skin and my love,
and the mixing of our breath and our saliva.

   Tracy and I were one.  *** *** *** *** ***

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