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   Skiing Part 1

   Having started skiing on my arrival to school after growing up in the
hot Arizona sun I instantly began to love it.  Skiing led to snowboarding
and snowboarding led me to Nichole.

   I was riding at Snowbird one morning in January when I got on the lift
with this woman who was on skis and from the look of her skis and her
clothing I could tell she had been at it for years.  I was on my board in
my best boarding attire, sort of big, sort of baggy, sort of goodwill.  We
started to chat on the lift and the woman said she had been thinking about
trying snowboarding after 35 years of skiing.  I looked at her and couldn't
believe she had been skiing that long.  She looked in her early 30's at
most.  When I said this she laughed and said she was 42.  She told me she
lived in Santa Fe, NM but had grown up skiing in New England.  She was in
Salt Lake for business and always brought her skis since she loved the
powder of Utah, and she had timed it just right because we had finally
gotten some good snow after a very disappointing start to the season.  In
fact today we had 10 inches of fresh power and a light snow was still
continuing.  We chatted a little more, as she asked me what snowboarding
was like, how long I had been doing it and if I thought she would pick it
up.

   At the end of the lift we parted company as she headed for the steep
chutes and I the wide open cruising blue runs.

   I was alone since I had set up my schedule to have one open day a week,
just so I could ride.  Unfortunately that meant I usually was by myself,
but since I really didn't fit in too well at school anyway that was fine
with me.

   Near lunchtime I ran into Nichole again in the lift line.  We decided to
head up together again and chatted on the way up.  She was rubbing her
knees and complaining that too many years of bump skiing had taken a toll
on her knees.  She said she had already had three knee operations and the
doctor was bugging her to have a forth, which she was avoiding.  As we
neared the top of the lift we decided to ski down together and grab some
lunch, her treat.  Being a broke college student this was welcome.  I also
didn't mind the idea of having someone to share the day with either.

   We had lunch and spent the rest of the day together on the mountain. 
Nichole was a great skier and I could see that she kept herself in great
shape.  I enjoyed watching her ski, not only because her form was almost
flawless, but also her form was also very enticing.  Her well fitting ski
pants, probably a size four, really showed off her toned legs and bottom. I
fell more than once that day, as I was unable to keep my mind on the slope.

   I had recently admitted to myself that I was a lesbian.  I had never
really been attracted to boys and had only had one boyfriend.  He and I
never did much more than kiss and I never had thought of doing more with
him.  Luckily for me I always had my religion to fall back on when if he
wanted to do more.  I was saving myself for him, as our parents were sure
we would be married when I graduated school and he came back from mission.
Little did they know that when I graduated school I was planning of moving
out, coming out and kissing my boyfriend one more time, kissing him
goodbye.

   The more we spent the day together the more attracted to Nichole I
became.  We seemed to have a lot in common.  A love of the outdoors, the
fact that neither of us was involved with anyone, she had been divorced a
few months before although she was vague on the reason way, saying only
that she and her husband could no longer agree on certain things.  As the
end of the day neared Nichole suggested we have dinner together.  She was
willing to give me a ride back to Provo so I wouldn't have to take the bus
and then we could go up to Salt Lake for dinner.  The idea of a nice dinner
out for a starving college student wetted my appetite.  The other ideas I
had made something else wet.

   We got back to my dorm and I invited Nichole up to my apartment.  I knew
my roommates would be at the library, where they spent their afternoons
before dinner, and I planned to get a quick shower and be out of there
before they got back.  I invited Nichole to wait in the living room while I
quickly went to my room, got out of my boarding clothes and wrapped myself
in a towel to head to the bathroom.  As I came out of the bedroom I shared
with Julie I saw Nichole staring out the window at the wonderful view of
the mountains we had.  She turned to me and asked if she could help herself
to something out of the fridge to drink.  I felt foolish for not having
offered her something and detoured to the kitchenette to check what we had.
I open the fridge and saw that as usual it wasn't much.  Ice water, some
juice and a couple of cans of pop were all we had.  I offered her those
choices and she said a pop would be fine.  These were all on the bottom
shelf so I had to squat down and retrieve it, holding my towel in place the
whole time.  I stood back up and walked over to her, very self conscious of
how I looked, in a towel that was a little to short for total decency.  She
thanked me and turned back to the window.

   As I was continued onto the bathroom she looked over her shoulder at me,
her eyes seemed to travel over me and she turned back to the window and
said, seemingly to herself, "Nice, very nice view."

   Even though I expected to take a very short shower I found myself in
need of something a little longer.  The way Nichole had looked at me, and
her last comment, had really gotten me worked up.  I turned the water on as
hot as I could stand it and climbed in.  Being in a six-person apartment,
and having to share a bedroom, often the shower was the only place I could
take care of personal needs.  And right now I definitely had to take care
of one.  As the hot water poured over my sore body my hands began to follow
what had by now become a ritual, first soaping myself up very well,
caressing my breasts, my nipples, gently rolling them between my fingers as
the hot water pulsed on them.  Then my hand would travel down my tummy
until it reached my mons, where it would linger, gently rubbing, tenderly
probing, exploring even though by now I knew every little bit of myself, or
so I thought.  Finally, when I could stand it no longer I would start to
rub my pearl, uncovering its little hood only when I was sure I was ready.
All this time dreaming that my fingers were the fingers and tongue of the
lover I had never had.  The fingers and tongue of another woman.

   I suddenly realized how long I had been in the shower.  My quick rinse
had turned into a twenty-minute personal orgy.  I also realized that by the
time I reached my third orgasm I come to the realization that Nichole was
still waiting for me.  I quickly washed my hair and jumped out of the
shower.  I dried myself and my hair as quick as I could and ran out of the
bathroom headed for my room.  Nichole was standing in the kitchenette,
leaning against the counter when I walked out.

   "I was just about to send in a rescue team," she said as I walked out.

   "Um, my body is always sore after boarding, and the hot shower helps
relax me," I stammered.  I felt myself blushing at my own lie.

   "Yes, I love a hot shower also after a long day on the slopes," Nichole
said as her eyes wandered over my body once again.  "But even better is a
massage.  In Santa Fe we have this great place called Ten Thousand Waves
that we stop at after skiing.  Hot tubs and great massages.  You should try
it sometime.  Nothing feels better and a good set of hands working you over
after a hard day on the slopes."

   I stood there for one more second, thinking about the idea of Nichole's
hands working me over, feeling the heat pulsing through me one more time,
and then excused myself and headed into my room closing the door behind me.

   I quickly dressed in a pair of jeans and sweater.  Underneath I wore the
sexiest lingerie I had, something that I kept well hidden from my
roommates, a camisole and matching tap pants.  I felt sexy and I wanted to
be dressed sexy.  I added a little lipstick and the wind and sun made it
unnecessary to add anything else.

   I walked out and Nichole was once again looking out the window,
seemingly lost in thought.  Her reflection let me watch as her eyes noticed
me.  As I walked up behind her I could see her eyes looking at my
reflection in the window and a smile come across her lips.

   "I am finally ready," I blurted out, then felt silly doing so.

   "Good, I am really looking forward to having something delicious to
eat," Nichole said as she turned towards me.  That little smile stayed on
her face as she looked at me.  She bent down, picked up her purse and
started towards the door.  My heart was racing as I watched her walk.  A
million butterflies flew around in my tummy.  I felt like I was going out
on my first date.

   Nichole's rental car had a cd player and she quickly asked me to pick a
cd out of her cd case.  She had M.  Ethridge, M.  Brooks, A.  Morrisette,
T. Chapman and a couple of other women artists.  I picked one out and we
chatted as the sultry sounds or a woman's voice played came out the
speakers.

   Nichole said she planned to stay in town for the weekend, both because
she loved skiing in Utah and because her boss loved for her to stay over a
Saturday night because it saved him money.  She said she had been working
there for a little over a year, having got the job while she still was
living in Denver.  After her divorce she really needed a change in scenery
and felt that Santa Fe would be the best place to start her new life.  She
was so easy to talk to.  By the time we reached Salt Lake City I felt like
I had known her for years.

   Nichole parked in the garage of the hotel and got her boots and backpack
out of the back seat.  She said she always rents skis when she travels,
because it was easier and because it let her try out the best skis for the
conditions she was skiing.  We walked through the hotels lobby and got to
the elevators.  I offered to wait in the lobby for her, but she said that
was silly.  That she was just going to get a quick shower and change, much
as I had.

   When we got to her room I saw it was actually a little suite, as all
rooms in that hotel were I later found out.  Nichole put down her backpack
and put hung up her ski parka.  She motioned for me to put mine over the
back of the chair in front of the small desk.  Nichole then took off her
ski sweater and folded it and put it on a shelf in the closet.  She then
walked into the little kitchen and opened what looked like a cabinet. 
Actually it was a little icebox.  She took out a bottle of white wine.

   "Would you like a glass?" she asked.  "Oops, I forgot, you probably
don't drink."

   "Well, I am sort of LDS in name only," I laughed as I said it.  "So yes,
I would love a glass."

   She dug around for a corkscrew, opened the wine and poured two glasses.
She handed one to me and motioned to the loveseat that served as the rooms
couch.

   "Make yourself comfortable," she said as she walked towards her room.

   A few minutes later Nichole appeared wrapped in a towel, glass of wine
in hand.  Because she was petite the towel came down to almost mid thigh,
much lower than mine had.  She sat down in the chair across from me, leaned
forward to grab the bottle of wine she had left on the coffee table, and
filled both our glasses.

   "We have plenty of time before we need to go eat so I thought I would
just relax a little before my shower." Nichole sipped her wine, looking at
me over the rim of the glass.  "Oh silly me, you must be bored to death out
here.  How about I put on some music?"

   She got up and walked over to the television, which also had a built in
radio.  She went through the stations until she found some funky jazz and
started to sway with the music as she listened, her back turned towards me.
I couldn't help but admire her toned legs and from what I could see, very
nice bum.  I thought she must be in her early to mid thirties.  She had the
movements of a dancer as she swayed.  Not a ballerina, but perhaps jazz or
swing dancing.

   "Do you dance," Nichole asked?

   "Um, no," I answered, suddenly brought back to reality.  "Well, I did
take ballet until I was 10, but I was always too tall and too clumsy."

   "I love dancing.  Maybe after dinner we could go out dancing." Nichole
spun around and in a move that I could only call a slink, she danced up in
front of me, to about a foot away from my knees.  She continued to sway to
the music.  "I heard about this place that might be fun, if you don't mind
staying out late."

   I found myself watching Nichole's body as it swayed.  "Well, tomorrow is
Saturday, I would just have to let my roommates know I would be late."

   "Late.  Why not just tell them you won't be home tonight?  You could
stay here and we could stop by your place in the morning and pick up your
snowboard and stuff and go back to Snowbird." Nichole looked down at me,
still swaying, her hips moving with the music.  She must have seen the
confusion in my eyes because the next thing she said was, "That loveseat is
actually a twin bed."

   "Well, I guess it would be alright.  But are you sure it wouldn't be a
bother?"

   "Not at all, in fact I look forward to having someone," she paused, as
if thinking, "to share some time with.  I had better get in the shower."
With that Nichole danced into the bathroom and shut the door.  A minute
later I heard the water running.

   I sat there listening to the water running and wondering what I had
gotten myself into.  Was this really just an invitation to dinner, or was
there something more there.  I wasn't sure what I would do even if that
something more presented itself, after all, I was interested in other
women, but had always told myself that this interest was some sort of phase
I was going through.  But deep inside I longed for the touch of another
woman.  The kiss of another woman.  My mind started to wander, to fantasize
about what it would be like.  I finished off my glass of wine and walked to
the kitchenette.  I hadn't heard the water turn off.

   Just as I was about to pour another glass of wine the door to the
bathroom opened and out stepped Nichole, with a towel wrapped around her
head and nothing else on.  I looked up at her and she seemed a little
startled, but she said nothing.  We just looked at each other for a second,
and I found myself looking a little too much at her body.  Her beautiful
small breasts with their very erect nipples, her flat tummy, her shaved
mound, something I had never seen before.  Suddenly I realized I was
staring at her mound and turned away, blushing very deeply.

   "Oops, I thought you were still sitting on the loveseat." Nichole said
as I turned away.  "But you know, another glass of wine sounds great, would
you mind pouring me one while I dress?" With this she walked into the
bedroom and closed the door.

   My knees were weak as I poured myself that glass of wine.  It
disappeared in one quick gulp.  What the hell was I doing?  My hands were
shaking as I tried to pour Nichole her glass and I spilled some on the
counter.  I wiped it up just as I heard her call out, "Well, where is my
wine?"

   "Um, right here.  I left it on the counter."

   "I really could use some right now.  Would you mind bringing it in for
me," Nichole called out through the closed door.

   "Sure," I said picking it up and almost spilling it again.  I walked
over to the door and knocked.

   "Come in already," she groaned.

   I slowly opened the door, not sure what to expect.  Nichole was already
dressed and brushing her hair.  She wore a pair of jeans that really showed
off her bottom and legs and a peach cowl necked angora sweater.  The
sweater looked so soft, and under it I swear I could see Nichole's nipples
pressing against it.  Her breasts were small, and still firm enough for her
not to wear a bra if she chose not to.  I couldn't help but wonder if there
was anything under that luxurious fabric.

   "Well," Nichole brought me out of my trance, and I realized that I had
been staring at where I thought her nipples were.

   I stammered, "I love your sweater," trying to cover up what I was really
looking at and thinking about?

   "You like it?  I got it in Paris a couple of years ago.  I love the
feeling of it against my skin." She finished brushing her hair and put down
her brush.  Then she ran her hands over her body, rubbing the soft fabric
against her skin.

   "Here," she took the wine with one hand and with the other, placed my
hand on her shoulder.  "See how soft it feels.  It is simply luscious to
wear."

   I ran my hand over the soft fabric.  It was as beautiful to touch, as it
was to look at.  I found myself almost stroking her shoulder.  Nichole
closed her eyes while I did this, enjoying the feeling as much as I was. 
She almost seemed to be purring as she took a sip of her wine.  The more I
caressed the more her nipples seemed to press against the soft fabric. 
Even though her breasts were small her nipples were very large, perhaps a
3/4 of an inch long when erect.

   "Mmmmmmm, if you don't stop this, we might never get to dinner.  I am
enjoying it way to much," Nichole purred.

   She placed her hand on mine and just held it there for a second before
she took my hand off my shoulder.  She turned to look into my eyes, holding
my hand.  She seemed to be contemplating something.  For a minute we just
stood there like that.  Then Nichole took another sip of wine and released
my hand.

   "We had better get going.  You must be starving after just having that
Power Bar and apple for lunch," she said as she walked by me, out of the
bedroom.

   Starving I was, but for what I wasn't sure.

   The restaurant we were to eat in was a short walk from Nichole's hotel.
It was a place I had heard about, but since most of my friends didn't
drink, had not had a chance to try.  It was a little brewpub that was known
for very good food and also good beer.  It was called Red Rock Brewing
Company and was on 200 W., not far from the better known Squatter's, where
I had been once, with some girls from school who went there to check out
the local bad boys.

   We entered and the place was crowded so we decided to eat at the bar,
where two seats were open.  I looked at the menu posted on the wall and was
about to order a root beer, since I was already quite tipsy from my two
glasses of wine when Nichole ordered us a pitcher of ale.  She also ordered
a plate of calamari fritte as an appetizer even before we had a chance to
decide on entrees.  I had never even heard of calamari but Nichole said I
would love it.

   The waiter brought over the pitcher of beer, and after asking to see my
ID, poured us each a glass.  He then took our orders.  Since Nichole had
already said it was her treat, and I was on a college students budget which
meant eating out usually was burgers and fries, I ordered a pan seared ahi,
something I had loved when I had gone to Hawaii the year before with my
family.  Nichole ordered fish and chips.  The waiter turned around and
handed our order to one of the chefs and at the same time brought over our
order of calamari.  It was then that I figured out what calamari was.  The
tentacles were the give away.

   "Yuck," I said looking at the squid in front of us.  "You expect me to
eat that?"

   Nichole picked up a piece of squid, not one of the rings but one with
all the tentacles and popped it in her mouth.  "Why not," she said taking a
sip of her beer, "You never know if you are going to like something unless
you try it." She gave me a little grin as she said this.

   I took one of the pieces of squid, one that looked more like an onion
ring than a squid and put it in my mouth.  Surprisingly it tasted
wonderful, with a little tang of red pepper and an interesting texture,
sort of chewy but not rubbery.  Nichole smiled as she saw I liked it.

   "See, what did I tell you," she laughed as I reached for another piece.
"You never know how much you will like something until you taste it."
Again, that smile crept across her lips.

   I hadn't realized just how hungry I was but in just a few minutes I had
polished off a good portion of the squid, and because of the red pepper in
the batter, had finished my first pint of beer.  The bartender poured me
another pint from the pitcher and I noticed Nichole had not even finished
half of hers.

   We were talking about how Nichole had found this place, and how much she
liked visiting Salt Lake City on business.  She told me that she came about
once a month and wondered if maybe we could go skiing again next time she
came to visit.  Maybe she could even take me over to Deer Valley, where a
friend of hers had a condo she sometimes could get for a few days.  She
told me about the large hot tub it had, with a view of the mountain, and
how she loved to sit in it after a day of skiing.  How the hot bubbles
caressing her body, nude of course since the tub could not be seen from any
of the surrounding condos, really felt wonderful, how the jets caressed
just the right spots to help make the soreness of a day on the slopes melt
away.  I closed my eyes for a moment, almost feeling it myself.

   The beer, the heat from the pepper and the two glasses of wine on a
previously empty stomach all started to have their effect.  I was now not
just a little tipsy but quite drunk.  I don't know if it was the fact that
I was getting drunk, or getting horny that made me suddenly ask Nichole,
seemingly out of mid-air, "So what else have you tried that you never
thought you would?"

   I couldn't believe what I had just said, and wished for everything that
I could take it back.  Nichole looked at me with a raised eyebrow and her
eyes for the second time today seemed to be going over my body, my legs, my
bottom, my breasts.  She then took a long sip off her beer and said, "Oh
yes I have tried things I never though I would, and you know, once I tried
it, I loved it." She smiled at me, looking into my eyes with a look that
scared me.

   I turned away and half my beer disappeared in one gulp.  How thankful I
was that just then, dinner arrived.

   Nichole immediately changed the subject when dinner arrived.  She said
that brewpubs always seemed to have the best fish and chips, and she
actually ordered it to help her judge just how good a brewpub it was.  I
must say they did look good.  Chips made from fresh potatoes and the fish
was obviously fresh cut pieces, not something frozen and thrown in the
fryer.  The batter was golden brown and looked delicious.

   My ahi was done just right, like a rare steak.  I had never thought of
having rare fish, or raw fish, until I had tried this as an appetizer in
Hawaii.  I had instantly fallen in love with it.  They served it with a
pineapple/mango salsa and rice pilaf.  On the side was a small dish of
teriyaki to dip the ahi in, as well as a little wasabi, that super hot
green mustard they serve sushi.  I loved it; even if my stomach was doing
nervous little flip-flops as I ate.

   Nichole ate about half her food and pushed the plate away.  She still
hadn't finished her first pint, and I was now on my third, which on top of
the two glasses of wine had made me quite drunk and I could tell, even
though I tried not to, that I was getting loud.  I was also getting silly
and much to my chagrin, as I usually did when I got drunk, I was also
getting horny.

   Nichole was just about to order another pitcher of ale when I
immediately, and rather vocally, told her not too.  I felt so foolish as
several people turned to look at me.  I had almost finished my dinner and
now wanted nothing more than to get out of there.  A little cold fresh air
never sounded so good.  I pushed my plate away and said I was done and then
I staggered to the bathroom for a very much-needed pee.

   When I got back Nichole had already taken care of our check.  She had
our coats in her arms and said now it was time to go out dancing.

   I laughed, "Dancing, Nichole, right now I am having enough problems
standing." I put my arm over her shoulder and leaned into her.

   "Some dancing will do you good, anyway, this is a really fun place. 
Hell, you tried calamari, now time for you to try something else.  We
walked out of the pub and a cab was already waiting for us.  "3400 S. 
State," Nichole told the driver as we entered.

   It didn't take that long for the cab to get us there.  We got out on the
corner and Nichole paid the driver.  I looked around and saw only one
place, a place called Paper Moon.  I had never heard of it, which didn't
surprise me because I never really got out in Salt Lake City.  Nichole took
my hand and led me to the door.

   The woman at the door was rather large, in fact she looked like a
linebacker, in more ways than one.  Her hair was cut very short, and her
large biceps were covered with tattoos.  She said hello and if Nichole had
been checking me out earlier, she did it in a much less obvious way than
this woman was.  I have seen construction workers who were subtler.

   Once inside it took me a few minutes for my eyes to adjust.  The crowd
seemed to have more women in it than most bars I had been to.  However
several men were also there.  We grabbed a table near the back of the room
and sat down.  My eyes were finally adjusting.  The combination of the
sudden darkness and my state of drunkenness had made it hard to see.  It
was at that moment that I figured out where we were.  The men I had seen
were actually women, women dressed to look like men.  And the entire rest
of the bar was filled with women.  Women talking, women drinking, women
dancing and women making out.

   "Well, what do you think," Nichole asked me, as I looked around, my jaw
hanging open.  "I like this place when I come to town, don't have to worry
about horny businessmen hitting on me."

   "Um, nice, I guess.  I mean...  Well, I never..." I sort of sat there in
shock.  Never did I expect her to take me to a lesbian bar.  "I just, well,
didn't expect when you said we would go out dancing, that we meant we."

   Nichole laughed and then leaned over and kissed me.  "Sorry I have been
wanting to do that all night." I didn't know what to do.  She looked into
my eyes and when I didn't say anything, when I didn't lean away she leaned
back in and kissed me again, this time, her tongue gently parting my lips.
My mouth opened, and invited her in.

   I had dreamed of kissing another woman for so long and when it finally
happened I was trembling so hard that I must of scared Nichole because she
backed off and just sat there looking at me for a moment.  She then raised
her hand to my face and gently explored it with just her fingertips.  She
ran them over my cheeks, my nose, and my eyes, down the line of my jaw and
back up to my lips.  My lips so wanted to taste her lips again but for this
instant, her fingers were enough.  I parted my lips and gently kissed her
fingers.

   My breath was coming so fast that I was afraid I would pass out.  My
heart was racing faster than I could ever remember it.  Nichole's fingers
left my lips and slowly reached around to the back of my neck.  She slowly,
gently guided me back towards her, towards her mouth.  This time I kissed
her, with 22 years of pent up passion.

   When this kiss finally ended it was as if a dam had burst and the flood
of all my thoughts, all my fantasies were coming true.  Nichole was just my
guide for the moment leading me into the forest that always had looked so
dark and forbidding.  Yet once I stepped through those first trees, what I
found was a world of beauty.  Every color of the rainbow found in the
sunlit meadow that lay just beyond those trees.  The scent of a thousand
wildflowers.  Air fresher than any I had ever breathed.  It was as if a
dark cloud had lifted.

   I kissed her again, my mouth, my entire being hungry for more.

   "Whoa girl, we have all night," Nichole sat back after the kiss ended.
She picked up her drink and took a sip, looking over the edge of the glass
as she had done before.  Seeming to study me, size me up; decide what to do
next with me.

   For once, I took the initiative.  I stood up and took Nichole's hand. 
"I want to dance." I helped her out of her seat and led her to the dance
floor.

   Several other couples were dancing and it felt so natural to join them.
I let go of Nichole's hand and started swaying in front of her, much as she
had done in the room, in front of me.  I looked into her eyes with a hunger
that I had felt for so long, deep inside myself.  She started to dance and
soon it was as if we were the only two there, I was so totally lost in the
moment, so totally lost in us.

   After a couple of songs the music slowed down.  Nichole reached out and
drew me towards her.  I was about 4 inches taller and her head naturally
fell onto my shoulder.  It felts so good to feel her small breasts against
me.  As we swayed on the dance floor she started to press her hipbone
against my mound.  The alcohol I drank once again was having its effect.  I
was woozy and felt a little dizzy.  Worse than that, I really lost track of
where I was.  The more we swayed, the more the friction worked its wonders.
It brought back memories of high school dances, where I felt my boyfriend's
hard penis against my hip and I used his leg to help arouse myself.  But
this was so different.  Soon I found myself grinding into Nichole.  Nichole
started to gently kiss and nibble on my neck.  I was getting incredibly wet
as she continued to grind into me, pulling me closer and closer.  One song
led into another.  Nichole whispered into my ear that she could smell me.
That she wanted to see how wet I was.  She reached down and slid her hand
down the front of my jeans.  I inhaled deeply so she would have easy
access. Her hand slid down and gently cupped my mons, a finger gently
pressing into me.  I let out a small moan as I had my first orgasm right
there on the dance floor.

   Nichole quickly removed her hand.  It had only been down my jeans for an
instant, but that instant had been enough.  My legs were weak as she led me
over to the side of the dance floor.  I felt as if I would pass out as she
leaned me against the wall.  I looked up at her, and she was sucking on the
finger that she had used to bring me so much pleasure.

   She leaned against the wall next to me, still sucking on her finger. 
"Yum," she said as she looked into my eyes.  "Even sweeter than I thought
it would be."

   I looked around to see if anyone was looking at us.  I felt so exposed.
But no one had seemed to notice.  In fact, the dance floor was so dark that
it really was hard to see what was going on out there.  Nichole ran her
hand up my thigh.

   "Let's get out of here," she whispered as she nibbled on my ear.  Her
hand continued up my body, brushing over my hip, stomach and breast.  It
reached my face and she turned me towards her and kissed me deeply, with a
passion that re-ignited my own fire.  When the kiss ended, she took my
hand, walked me over to our table, grabbed our coats and led me to the
door.

   A taxi was waiting just down the block and Nichole quickly hailed it. 
Soon we were in the back seat, making out like two teenagers.  What the
driver must of thought.  I really didn't care.

   We got to the hotel and walked quickly through the lobby.  As soon as
the elevator doors closed we were at it again.  I just couldn't keep myself
away from her.  I had to taste her lips, her neck, her cheeks, and her
shoulders.  I had to feel her body pressed close to mine.  I had to feel
her hands on my breasts, my buns, and my mound.  When the doors to the
elevator opened we rushed down the hall.  Nichole fumbled for her card key
and it took her a minute to get the door opened.  We never even turned on
the lights when we finally got into the room.  She just took me right
there.

   As soon as the door closed Nichole started to kiss me and undress me. 
It felt so wonderful to have a lover.  She reached up under my sweater and
camisole and for the first time touched my naked breasts.  Next she had my
jeans unbuttoned and her hand down the front of them.  I was so wet that
she easily was able to slide two, then three fingers into me.  Her other
hand raised my sweater and camisole as her mouth greedily sought out my
nipples.  When her lips, teeth and tongue found them I moaned so loudly I
was sure the whole hotel had heard.  My nipples have always been super
sensitive, so much so I wondered if I would ever be able to breastfeed
should I ever have a child.  When Nichole's mouth found them I nearly
collapsed.  The way she first sucked on them, then nibbled them drove me
wild.  The only stimulus they had ever had before had been what I had been
able to provide.  Her hot mouth was so much more than that.  I closed my
eyes and leaned my head back against the door, enjoying every second of it,
not wanting it to end.

   In the meantime her fingers had found a spot I never knew I had deep
inside me.  At the same time her wrist was rubbing my pearl as she worked
her fingers around inside of me.  I had never been so forceful with myself,
in fact only rarely had I ever even slipped I finger so deep inside myself.
Yet right now Nichole had three inside me, probing, pressing and stroking.
As soon as she found that spot I started to hump her hand.  Without any
warning she bit down hard on my nipple.  I screamed out as I came so hard
that I was sure I had broken Nichole's fingers as my muscles clamped down
on her hand.

   Nichole had to actually help me stand when the spasms finally stopped. I
had never cum so hard, for so long, so many times.  I lost count as Nichole
kept bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.  It was as if I was making up for
lost time right then and there.  When Nichole finally let me go my legs
were like warm Jell-O.  I could feel my juices soaking my pubic hair and
panties.  Some had even run down the inside of my thighs.  Nichole was
running her wet fingers over my lips.  Without thinking I started licking
them, sucking on them.  I loved the taste.  My taste.  I had never tasted
myself before and I loved it.  I felt both dirty and incredibly sexual as I
cleaned Nichole's hand with my lips and tongue.

   Nichole took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

   As we entered Nichole turned on the soft lights that were mounted on the
wall of the bedroom.  Without saying a word she began to undress me.  First
she lifted my sweater over my head, kissing my body as she did, carefully
avoiding my nipples and breasts.  That removed, she kissed my very erect
nipples through the silky fabric of the camisole.  She rubbed them with her
lips and then her cheek.  I raised my hands as she lifted the silky
material over my head.  Both she carefully placed on the luggage stand
where her empty suitcase lay.  Her fingers brushed lightly over my skin as
she stood back and admired me.

   She then kneeled in front of me and slowly lowered my jeans to the
floor. We both laughed as we realized I still had on my heavy winter boots.
She unlaced them and slowly slid each off my foot and put them under the
luggage stand.  Then she finished sliding my jeans off first my left, then
right foot.  With those folded and placed with my other clothing, she
turned her attention to my socks.  She seemed to spend a long time removing
them, gently caressing my calves as she slowly rolled the socks down each
foot.  Those too went into the growing pile of clothing.

   Nichole then sat back on her heels, looking at me, looking over my body
and then up into my eyes.

   I reached down and hooked my fingers under the sides of my tap pants,
ready to take them down.

   For the first time since we had entered the room, one of us spoke. 
Nichole reached up and held my hands.  "Let me do that, please."

   I moved my hands away and Nichole reached up and ever so slowly started
to pull my panties down.  She was doing it just an inch at a time and it
was driving me crazy.  I could feel how soaked they were, and knew they
were getting even wetter.  Nichole stopped when the very top of my bush
came into view.  She ran her fingertips over the downy fur, tracing the top
of my panties at the same time.  She leaned forward and nuzzled my mound,
inhaling deeply as she did.  Her nose brushed against my now rock hard
pearl and it made me jump as what felt like electric shocks coursed through
my body.  With her nose mere inches from my crotch she continued to lower
my panties, agonizingly slowly, until my entire bush was exposed.  She then
leaned forward and ran her fingertips over the downy hair, not actually
touching my skin, but just my pubic hair.  It was moist.  My panties fell
to the floor.

   I stood before Nichole as her fingertips began to explore my now naked
body.  She was just barely touching me, almost as if she were using a
feather and not her fingers as she explored my body.  First my bush, then
my belly, my upper thighs, around back to my buns, down the back of my
legs, over the back of my knees, down my calves and back up the insides of
my legs.  When she reached my inner thighs I gently slid one foot over
stepping out of that leg of the panties, parting my legs a little further,
hoping she would understand.  Her fingertips reached the very top of my
thigh, then stopped.

   Nichole suddenly stood up and stepped back.  She slid off her boots and
socks.  Then she reached down and in one quick motion removed her sweater.
I was correct; she had not been wearing a bra.  Her small, firm breasts
with their dark brown nipples looked so beautiful.  I watched, trembling as
she reached down and undid first her belt, something I never wear, and then
the button to her jeans.  She slowly unzipped them and let them fall to her
feet.  Unlike the care she had shown to my clothing, hers just ended up in
a pile around her feet.  She stepped forward, clad only in a pair of
panties.  She walked over to me.  She kissed me.

   If the feeling of her breasts against before was wonderful, the feeling
of her naked breasts was even better.  Her hard nipples sometimes just
brushing against me and at other times her entire breast crushed up against
me, sometime against my belly, sometimes against my own breasts.  We kissed
like two dancers who had never danced together before, me, cautiously
following her lead.  Soon my hands began to wander over her body, and hers
over mine.  Caressing each other's backs, bottoms, arms, shoulders, necks.
Exploring each other.  After several minutes of passion she suddenly
stepped back and grasped my hands.  She put them on her hips, on the
elastic of her panties.  I instinctively knew what she wanted of me.

   Like she had done, I knelt in front of her.  I reached up and slowly
began to lower her panties.  I remembered what I had seen earlier that
night, that unlike me, there would be no bush to expose but rather, only
bare, smooth skin.  I watched as inch by inch I exposed her.  I could smell
her.  I watched as she came into view.  Her labia in bloom full and open.
Her pearl, hard and trying to peek out from under its hood.  I let her
panties fall to the floor as I used my fingertips to explore the smooth
skin in front of me.  It felt so smooth to my fingertips.  Warm to my
touch. I heard a small moan as my fingers ran over her mons, exploring it
with my eyes and fingertips at the same time.

   What came next could only be described as instinct.  Nichole felt so
smooth and soft.  She smelled so wonderful.  I just had to taste her.

   I leaned forward and slowly stuck out my tongue.  I wasn't sure exactly
how to do it so I just sort of pretended I was licking the frosting off of
the top of a cup cake.  I took one, slow lick as I flattened my tongue on
Nichole's bare mound.  It felt so smooth and warm, but this method did not
have the desired effect since it really didn't get me a taste of her,
although from the moan I still think Nichole enjoyed it.  I decided on a
change in tactics and tried to scoop the cream out of the middle of a
donut, my tongue pointed and burrowing.  This worked much better as it
parted her labia and my tongue was rewarded by the most wonderful of
tastes. Soon, I was like a kitten at a saucer of milk, licking and lapping
up as much as I could.

   Nichole was obviously enjoying what I was doing.  She reached down with
both hands and spread herself wide for me.  This made it so much easier for
my tongue to explore.  The silky skin, hairless, the full outer lips, the
inner lips like delicate petals.  My tongue explored all of her as my mind
took notes of what seemed to bring about a reaction.  Nichole's breath was
coming faster and whenever I got near her hard pearl, still just barely
hidden, she seemed to grow tight, almost quivering.  After I felt like I
had explored as much as I could of her opening with my tongue, it was time
to see what would happen if my tongue touched that pearl.

   To get there I started with one long lick, I burrowed my tongue as deep
into her as our positioning would allow and then I just sort of slurped my
way up from there.  When I got to her pearl I used the very tip of my
tongue to push back it's little hood.  I was amazed at how large it
actually was.  I flicked my tongue over it once, and then used the tip to
explore the folds of flesh on either side of it.  Nichole was now moaning
and she used her fingers to pull her hood back as she arched herself so
that her pearl stuck out even further.  I nuzzled it with my nose, loving
her scent.  I licked it once more and then knew what I had to do.  I sucked
it as deep in my mouth as I could.

   Nichole instantly started bucking and calling out my name.  She let go
of her own flesh and grabbed my head as she cried out.  It was almost as if
she was trying to hump my face.  This excited me so much that I just had to
suck harder and as I did I began to play with this wonderful new toy, with
my lips, tongue and teeth.  I don't know how many times Nichole came, but
finally she pushed me away.  She collapsed on the bed, her body trembling.
I crawled over to her, to between her legs, for one more taste.

   "Damn it girl," she moaned as she crossed her legs and rolled away from
my tongue.  "I can't take anymore, not yet.  Jesus, and I thought you had
never been with another woman.  How naïve I have been."

   I laid down next to Nichole on the bed, two spoons, and my arms around
her still quivering body.  "But I haven't," I whispered into her ear.  "In
fact, before tonight I had never really kissed another woman never mind
doing that."

   "Mmmmm, well then, you certainly are a natural," she cooed as I nuzzled
her neck.  Her body seemed to be relaxing.  "You certainly seemed to know
what you were doing.  But if you have never done it to another woman before
that must mean another woman has never done it to you."

   "No one has ever done it to me," I said, noticing a hint of sadness in
my own voice.

   "We have to do something about that," Nichole said as she rolled over on
top of me her legs straddling my body.

   I could feel her wet mound rubbing on my tummy as Nichole started
kissing me, her tongue probing deep in my mouth, her own taste still on my
lips and tongue.  Her breasts were rubbing against mine, her hard nipples
brushing against the skin of my breasts and mine against hers.  I loved the
feeling of her touching me, kissing me.  I loved the feeling of her lips on
mine.  The feeling as her tongue danced with mine, as it explored my mouth.
I loved the feeling of her hair as it brushed over my face.  I wished that
this moment would never stop, at least I thought I did but the best was yet
to come.

   After what seemed like only a few seconds, but must have been several
minutes Nichole's mouth left mine and moved to my neck.  She kissed and
nibbled the soft skin as her hand began to caress my breast.  She quickly
found my nipple and caressed it, brushing her fingertips over it.  Her
mouth moved her my shoulder as she adjusted herself, moving her legs down
my body, leaving a trail of her own wetness down my stomach as that
beautiful hairless mound slid down my body.  She stopped just above my own
pubic mound and ground herself into me as her fingers pinched my nipple. 
She rolled it between her fingers as her mouth began to explore the nape of
my neck.

   I was starting to squirm as the heat between my legs continued to grow.
How much I wanted her to touch me there.  To use her fingers and her tongue
on me.  But what she did next was unexpected.  As her mouth moved down my
body, both hands now on my breasts, she adjusted herself one more time,
putting her knee between my legs, pressing it against me.  I was so hot
that I instantly started to use her leg for my own devices.  I started to
grind into her knee, arching my back so I could rub myself against her.  As
her mouth continued down my body, down to my breasts my grinding became
even more urgent.  I was so hot, I was so wet and I needed relief.

   Nichole's mouth explored all around my breast but carefully avoided my
nipples.  She kissed, sucked, nibbled and licked every inch of my skin but
let her fingers continue playing with my nipples.  I was grinding into her
knee.  I found myself asking, almost begging her to suck on my nipples. 
They are so sensitive and they longed for Nichole's mouth.  I was arching
my back as I tried to get my pearl against Nichole's knee.  Each time I did
she leaned back just enough to prevent me from making contact.  She was
driving me insane with passion.  I tried to use my own hand, but she
quickly reached down and pulled it away.

   Suddenly, without any warning she sucked my nipple deep into my mouth as
she pinched the other one so hard it nearly brought tears to my eyes. 
Instead I managed to arch my back just as Nichole brought her knee up
higher than it had been.  Within seconds, with some frantic humping of
Nichole's leg, wave after wave of orgasm rolled over my body.  I cried out,
in pain and pleasure, as Nichole bit down hard on one nipple, pinched and
twisted the other and ran her knee over my sopping wet mound.

   My body was bucking so hard I was sure I was going to throw Nichole off
of me and even off of the bed.  The more I thrashed, the more she used her
knee to keep the pleasure coming.  The more I tried to squirm away from
her, the more she used her teeth and fingers to control me, using my
nipples to control where I could go.  The more pleasure she gave me the
more pain I suffered as I tried to wiggle away.  The combination was
incredibly exciting.  I began to love them both equally.

   Without any warning Nichole let go of my nipples and started to kiss her
way down my stomach.  I was still trembling from the orgasms she had given
me, and my nipples were sore from the abuse she had given them.  Still,
when she started to kiss and lick her way down my body, I could do nothing
more than spread my legs even wider.  When I did this, her breast brushed
against my mound, her nipple actually touching my pearl.  I moaned and
arched once more as she let her nipple run up and down my slit.  This woman
was driving me crazy, and we were both loving every minute of it.

   Nichole continued to tease me with her breast and then suddenly got on
her hands and knees and brought her breast up to my face.  Her nipples and
flesh was wet with my juices.  "Look what you did to me you little slut,"
Nichole said, waving her breast in my face.  "You have made me all dirty.
Clean it bitch." She shoved her breast into my face.

   Instantly I started to do what she commanded.  I licked, sucked and did
my best to clean my juices from her.  I loved the taste and I loved the way
I was being told what to do.  I did feel like a little slut, Nichole's
little slut.  While I was cleaning her breast Nichole used her fingers to
explore my mound.  She first ran just her fingertips over me, just barely
touching my pubic hair and labia.  As I sucked her wet nipple into my mouth
she responded by gently probing into my vagina with her fingers.  I was so
wet, so open, that she was able to enter me with no effort.  The more I
licked and cleaned her breast, the more she probed, her fingers going so
deep inside me I knew she must be able to feel my cervix.  Suddenly her
fingers left me and these too were at my mouth.

   "Bitch, now my fingers are all dirty.  Clean them." I greedily sucked
her fingers into my mouth.  I licked them like they were covered with the
most delicious nectar I had ever tasted.  I longed to taste my juices one
more way.  I longed to clean my juices off one more place.

   Nichole must have read my mind because she instantly dove between my
legs and started to what I could only call devour my mound.  She was
instantly licking, sucking, tonguing and nibbling where no one else had.  I
was in heaven as I spread my legs as wide as I could, wanting to open
myself completely to Nichole.  I was so wet I could feel my juices running
down over my anus.  I was sure I was creating what would be my first wet
spot on the bed, and I loved it.  I was moaning so loud I was surprised no
one was banging on the walls as Nichole's very talented and practiced
tongue explored every fold and crease of my tender flesh.  I screamed when
she suddenly pulled the hood back from my pearl and sucked it deep in her
mouth.  I cried out in pain and passion as one of her fingers used that
natural lubrication that had run down to enter my anus as she took my pearl
between her teeth and nibbled on it.  I came and I came and I came and I
never wanted it to stop.

   But stop it finally did, and I must have immediately passed out when it
did.  For the next thing I remember is Nichol's gentle kisses on my neck
and ear.  Her gentle caresses on my breasts.  Her warm body pressed against
mine under the warm covers of her bed.  The lights were off and I rolled
towards her and we made love once again.  A slow sensual love that so
contrasted to, and so complimented the passion we had experienced earlier
that night.  I had no idea what time it was and I really didn't care.  All
I wanted to do was make love to her and have her make love to me.  When we
fell asleep again, it was cuddling in each other's arms.

   We awoke the next morning and made love one more time.  This time with
tenderness.  I was sore from the night before and Nichole was incredibly
gentle.  I loved it, but did miss the passion and the domination Nichole
had showed the night before.  I remembered I had forgotten to let my
roommates know where I was so I quickly called them and explained a family
friend had come to town suddenly and we had stayed up so late that we
decided I should stay with her.  I told them I would be stopping by to pick
up my snowboard and gear on the way to Snowbird.  We showered together and
then went skiing.  Nichole would have to leave tomorrow but I intended on
making our last night together something special.  But, that is another
story.