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 All Afternoon

   by ShylyWild FF cons rom

   So have you ever wondered what it would be like with another girl? 
Sheri in this story is real.  I didn't even change her name.  If she ever
knew that I wrote THIS about her...  OMG.

   I would love to hear your comments, positive or otherwise.  Email me at
shylywild81@yahoo.com.

  
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   All afternoon, the word "lesbian" slipped through the wandering reveries
in my head.  At first I seemed to glimpse it from very far away and it made
me sick and frightened, but as the day wore on it came closer until I
finally made myself look hard at it until I threw myself on the couch and
sobbed in an agony of self-accusation.  I cried until I was exhausted.

   In the calm that followed I thought, at first with delight and then with
shame of the kiss that Sheri and I had shared last night.  But the shame
quickly faded to pure pleasure.  I put my hand against my mouth and relived
the pressure of her lips on mine, of the softness of her, the fragrance of
her perfume.  Oh!  The shudder that had passed through my body when, all
pins and needles, I had ventured to touch those lips with the tip of my
tongue, timidly, shyly - and how she had opened to me and drew me into her
mouth.  It had been like a wrestling match, her tongue and mine.  Her
warm...  wet...  oh, so delightful tongue!

   And then I thought of the way Sheri had kissed me when we parted, so
suddenly, so quickly...  And I thought maybe I had not done anything so
wicked after all.

   I finally got up to go to the bathroom.  As I released my stream my
thoughts wandered again to Sheri.  She was so normal!  So feminine - the
model of a mother, a teacher, a wife.  Why was I so attracted to her?  I
washed my hands and looked appraisingly at myself in the mirror.  Nothing
seemed wrong.  Nothing seemed different.  I had breasts and full hips like
other girls.  I wore lipstick and curled my hair.  My eyebrows, the crook
of my arms, the shape of my legs -everything was feminine.  I held my fists
to my cheek and stared at the anguished image of myself in the mirror and
begged God for an answer.

   I had always thought of homosexual women as great strong creatures in
mannish slacks with brush cuts and deep voices; unhappy people, standing
out in a crowd.  I looked at myself, hugging my arms around my bosom as if
to comfort myself, whispering over and over, "I'm a girl.  I'm a girl.  But
if I'm a girl why do I love a girl?  What's wrong with me?  There must be
something wrong with me."

   But then I thought irresistibly of Sheri, and her clean wholesome beauty
and her gentleness, her intelligent good humor and kind eyes, and thought
that nothing she did could possibly be wrong.  And Sheri had kissed me...

   ----

   The meeting of the board dragged interminably.  Sheri clicked
methodically through the agenda, absorbed in the minutiae of swim team
business.  I sat next to her at the table, loving her nearness, staring at
the light hair on her arms, the fine skin.  Her hands were marvelous and
long and firm, with trim hard nails; her smile so gentle, peaceful,
welcoming.  I felt a strong urge to put my head down on her breast and just
rest there.  And as I looked at it, moving rhythmically with her breathing,
swelling with swift grace under her demure tee, I wanted more than to rest
on it.  My hand tightened, disciplining itself against desire.

   Afterwards the room swiftly emptied and I helped Sheri gather her things
and straighten the room.  When all was in order she put her hands on her
hips and stretched her back.

   "These chairs are so uncomfortable.  They've made my back so tight I can
hardly bend.  Would you mind rubbing it a little for me, dear?"

   Oh, my.  My brain seemed to freeze.  Sheri smiled her warm smile, so
intimate and fetching.  How could I say no?  I made her lean on the table,
her trim rear catching my glance.  She sighed with pleasure as my hands
began to trace the curve of her back.

   "Oh, that's wonderful," she murmured.  "Mmmmm...." She shivered a little
and I trembled with her.  "Under my t-shirt, Sara.  It feels better..."

   Warily, I lifted the tail of her top and my cool fingers groped for the
smooth warmth underneath.

   "Oh, yes..." Sheri said.

   I could see her smile, her eyes shut, the better to feel.

   "Oh, I love this!  My husband does it for me sometimes.  Mmmm...  you're
wonderful!"

   My hands shook and I withdrew them for a moment.  She looked back at me
dreamily and cooed enticingly, "Don' stop, Sara."

   So my fingers resumed their enthralling task, traveling like ten light
feathers over the flawless hollows, the fields of her grateful flesh, the
sweet shoulders.  I was lost to reason.  I parted the tresses that hid
Sheri's neck and drew my fingers lightly over the graceful nape.  Her hair
was cool and delectably soft, and at the roots warm and thick.  I leaned
toward it, hardly realizing that I was moving.  It smelled clean and
faintly perfumed.  I looked at Sheri's profile, outlined against the faux
wood grain of the table top, her eyes shut, her lips slightly parted, her
brow fair and faultless.

   With a swift thrill of necessity I bent down and kissed her white neck
for a long moment until a sudden acute fear pulled me up.  I clasped my
hand across my mouth and stared in terror at Sheri, wondering how I could
have let myself do it.  She lay perfectly still with a faint smile on her
lips.

   "Sheri?" I whispered anxiously.  "Sheri?" The whisper quailed.  "Oh,
Sheri!" I rested my check on the warm skin of her back.  "Say something! 
Forgive me!  SAY something!  Are you mad at me?"

   Sheri whispered softly, "No.  Go lock the door."

   A wash of heat flooded my face and I bent over her again, perfectly
helpless to stop myself, and began to kiss her like a wild, hungry child,
starved for her, seeking in vain for her lips.

   Finally she rolled over on her back and looked up at me, reaching for
me, breathing hard through parted lips and smiling a little, and her
excitement burned the last rags of my reserve.  I put out my hands and
found her face, I found her lips; they were smooth, cool, wet.  I kissed
them even as I touched them, kissing around and across my fingers.  I drew
the tips damply to Sheri's throat, to the silky skin where the veins thud,
thud, thudded with her excitement.

   "The door?"

   I sprang away and turned the little cylinder, guaranteeing our privacy.
But what would happen next?



   Her tee had three small buttons on it, hard and round.  I undid the
first, then the second.

   "May I do this?" I felt Sheri hesitate.  But the third button was undone
now, and I had dipped my head to kiss her exposed skin, stroking under the
fabric.  After a few seconds of this, Sheri moved forward with a sigh to
meet the touch of my fingers and mouth.  The room was silent save for our
panting breaths and pounding hearts.

   Sheri was pulling her tee up and over her head, her brown hair cascading
over her face.  Her compact breasts strained her sports bra over a taut
tummy.  I swallowed, staring at her chest.  She smiled a bit as she watched
my discomfort, then tugged cross-armed at the hem of her bra and freed her
breasts.

   Her breasts were warm, enchantingly warm, and fantastically hard at the
tips.

   Oh..  my..  gosh.  They were so wonderful.  I forgot about my doubts.  I
forgot about my husband and hers, her children and mine.  As I caressed
her, explored her, ran the pad of my thumbs over her turgid nipples,
something seemed to draw me on, on, on, past fear, past caution, past care.
I touched her naked shoulders, and back and ran my fingers over and over
the hot, smooth, astounding flesh of her tummy.  And we kissed, and kissed,
until it seemed we no longer had any skin, but were like nerves, pulsing
with pure sensation.

   Panting, her hair in disarray and her eyes wild, Sheri parted our
embrace and whispered "Now it's your turn!"

   I gulped and turned my back as I quickly shed my top and turned to see
her watching me.  "Your bra?" I hesitated, my hands on the clasp at my
back, before unfastening it and letting the straps dangle while I held the
cups close.  Finally I pulled them away and stood topless before Sheri, who
was staring with a faraway look in her eyes.

   "Come here."

   My heart was in my mouth, but I stepped close to her and she enveloped
me in her arms, drawing me to her breast, her fingers stroking my back
soothingly.  I kissed her shoulder, then her neck, hot blood rushing
through my body.  My sensitive skin registered every point of contact - her
chest, the points of her hardened nipples, the firm softness of her tummy,
the curve of her back.  Unable to stop myself I kissed the nape of her
neck, her jaw, her ear, until finally she pushed me away and looked deeply
into my eyes with an amused twinkle, a slight smile twitching the corners
of her mouth.  I swallowed, not knowing what to do.  She kissed me.

   She pressed her lips to mine, parted slightly, and I felt the tip of her
tongue brush my heated mouth.  I kissed her back and my tongue touched
hers. The air was stifling.  I was paralyzed with terror, yet my body
seemed to move of its own accord.  Again and again I kissed her, shocks of
intense pleasure jolting my body.  We were panting now, and beads of sweat
were forming as my body overheated.  Sheri moaned deep in her throat and
suddenly our tongues dueled as if in battle, thrusting and tasting,
seeking...  striving...

   We stood like that for ages, locked in warm embrace with our mouths and
breasts pressed together while the world stopped turning and time stood
still.  I felt dizzy and disoriented and it was only Sheri's arms that held
me upright.  My hands stroked her back, and hers mine, following the curve
of muscle and sinew, stroking first shoulders, then back, then clasping
bottoms, pulling our pelvises together in a tight clench.  We held each
other so closely that it seemed that we must somehow melt together.  I
couldn't stop, I couldn't let go, I couldn't think or speak.

   She pushed my mouth to her outthrust breasts and I kissed them, rolling
her nipples between my fingers, massaging her suddenly swelling bosom.  She
groaned deeply and pressed my head tightly to her chest.  Long I lingered
there, her flesh sweet in my mouth while she panted and thrust first one
breast than the other into my hot, greedy mouth.

   I was liquid with desire.  All thoughts of restraint were long since
gone.  When she finally pulled me upright, her fingers deftly undid the
button of my shorts while her lips again found mine.  A tug on my zipper
and her hand quickly found its way to the center of my heat.  Another shock
of pleasure hit me, and another, building quickly in a sweet crescendo.  My
fingers frantically undid her jeans and forced themselves inside, seeking
the center of her pleasure.  I felt crinkly hair, then fleshy lips, then
the liquid heat of her arousal and the crescendo became urgent.  Pulsing
blood pounded through my veins.  Sweat burst urgently from my body, and I
felt answering movements from Sheri.

   I tugged at her jeans and stripped them from her, and she swept her
undies off in one smooth motion and stripped me in turn.  She pulled me to
her and pressed our bodies together, breast to breast, tummy to tummy,
pubis to pubis.  The embrace took hold of us as it had before, becoming
hectic and skinless again.  I ran my fingers over and over her hot, smooth,
astounding skin, touching her naked hips and bottom as her hands pulled
rhythmically at my buttocks, pressing my pubis into hers over and over and
over again.

   Then she brought her hand around my thigh and stroked the crisp curls
between my legs.  Oh!  It was too much!  I stiffened and tried to wriggle
away.  Reaching to feel with my own hand, I exclaimed in wonder, "I'm all
over wet!"

   "Lay back on the table," Sheri said as she struggled to her feet.

   "I...  I..  think we ought to stop.  It's just too much..."

   "I can't.  I want it so badly.  Don't you?"

   "Y-e-sss...  I mean I don't know!  It's too much!"

   But even as we whispered, I was allowing myself to be guided back
towards the table, and then I was braced against the edge of it, had parted
my legs and opened myself to the delicate slide of Sheri's fingers.  Almost
at once my hips began to move to match the rhythm of the touch and before I
knew it I was working myself against Sheri's hand with a slick, quickening
motion.  One of my thighs came between hers as she stroked me, and she
shifted awkwardly to straddle it.  I felt her hot wetness coat my leg as
she nudged and rubbed and strained against me.

   "What's happeninggg....  What are you doing to me?" I groaned.  But the
thought only made her nudge her hips all the harder.  When she began to
tense, the tension communicated itself to me, like an electric charge
flowing from her sex to mine.  And when Sheri cried out our mouths were
tight together and I took her cry like a breath and it became my own.  The
release was exquisite, yet not quite enough.  We jolted against each other
frenziedly, our juices mingling on our thighs, her hand sloppy with my
spend.  I cupped her sex as she cupped mine, my palm hard on her swollen
clit, my fingers curled in her sheath.  Our mouths and fingers strove in
perfect concert until all of a breathless sudden it culminated in a second
sweeping release, exploding and reverberating stormily through our bodies.

   At last Sheri pushed herself away and looked down at me.  Her eyes were
hot and her hair was wild, yet for all that she looked strangely angelic.

   "Oh, Sara," she said in a husky voice.  "We need to leave here.  I don't
want to leave you tonight, but we must.  Soon, my sweet, soon...  We'll
sleep together and wake up in each other's arms.  I don't know how, but
we'll manage it somehow.  "

   She pulled away and dressed with wordless passion.  A quick movement and
she was at the door.

   "Sheri!" I cried like a hurt child, afraid I was to lose what I had just
found.

   She crossed the room, kissed me once more, pushed me out the door, gave
me an impish smile full of promise, and was gone.