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 The Angel Across the Hall by pointless codes: FF, college age,
alcohol/drugs

   Maria was an angel; there really was no other way to put it.  Well,
maybe savior or goddess or something like that, but angel just seemed to
fit her better.  She was a kind, merciful, loving spirit encased in a
lovely body with a gentle face and a beautiful heart.  Just when everything
in Carrie's life seemed bound, bent and determined to bring her to her
knees in agonized surrender and defeat Maria appeared to make it all better
which just her presence, her kind words and soft loving touch.

   To think now that Carrie had almost shot Maria down when she made her
first overtures of friendship was almost unbearable, but it was true. 
She'd almost missed out on the best thing to ever happen in her life
because she didn't know what to say when her beautiful, friendly new
neighbor kindly invited over for a coffee that quickly turned into her
first real friendship since moving out of her parents house into her brand
new apartment a good hundred miles away from everyone and everything she
knew.  It was for a job and a chance to continue her education on her own
time and with her own money at somewhere else besides the crappy party
school she'd previously dropped out of.

   Not that any of that had anything to do with why she almost said no to
Maria when she offered her a cup of coffee and some conversation while they
both waited for the only two functioning dryers in their building to be
empty.  No, that was more because Carrie was just a naturally shy person.
In fact, most people who knew her back home would have been shocked to even
see her talking to Maria.  She was just one of those people that took quite
a bit of effort to meet new people and turn them into friends, but there
was just something about Maria that made her feel almost instantly
comfortable around her from the very first moment they ran into each other
as well the many times that followed.

   It wasn't that Maria did anything unusual.  She just kept on trying
until she broke through.  It was almost like she actively wanted to
befriend Carrie for some reason that Carrie just couldn't fathom.  Every
time they ran into each other Maria just seemed to find a way to chip away
just a little bit more of the wall Carrie put up around herself and Carrie
just let her do it.  Why?  She had no idea, but she did.  There was just
something about her friendly new neighbor that made Carrie want to let her
break down her defenses.

   Maybe it was just loneliness brought on by the fact that she was so far
away from home.  Maybe it was just boredom with her life of classes and
slaving away at a job that barely paid her rent and bills most months. 
Maybe it was just nice to see a friendly face that wasn't checking out her
tits or her ass whenever they thought she wasn`t looking.  She didn't
really know, but after about a month of making small talk in the laundry
room and exchanging smiles in the hall she began to realize that she
actually looked forward to it.

   But it wasn't only that.  Maria was hardly the only person who made
overtures of friendship to Carrie frequently.  She was just the only one
that even piqued her interests.  Even the cute guy who worked at the gas
station around the corner who made a habit of flirting with her in nice,
low key fashion when she stopped in was usually rewarded with nothing more
than a shy smile.  Same for Marcus, her co-worker who wasted a lot of time
and energy trying to talk her into going out with him after work or any
number of men who just couldn't help but try to pick her up no matter how
many times she shyly shot them down for reasons that weren't even clear to
Carrie herself.

   There was just something different about lovely Maria, with her bright
green eyes, lovely light brown skin and long, silky looking black hair that
made Carrie's heart go all aflutter whenever she even hinted at going to a
bar with Carrie in a casual, non-committed fashion.  Even when Carrie was
sure it was nothing but idle conversation between two twenty something
girls she couldn't help but hope that someday they actually would go to a
bar or a club together or anywhere really and not just because she was
bored or even lonely.  No, deep down she knew there was something more,
something deeper.  Sadly, this feeling scared the crap out of her even
though she occasionally got the feeling that she wasn't the only thinking
along those lines.

   Of course, during moments when Carrie felt like being truly honest with
herself, it was pretty easy to see that that feeling, that vague, little
hint of mutual attraction was the reason she both feared and desired
allowing Maria entry into her life.  Not because it was the first she'd had
those feelings.  In fact, it wasn't even the second or the third.  No,
Carrie had had those feelings many times before, but only once had she
allowed herself to explore those feelings and it had been both the most
wonderful and most depressing chapter of her young life.  In one beautiful,
glorious night she'd discovered what sex was truly all about and at the
same time she'd destroyed a lifelong friendship in a way that could never
be repaired.  It was a memory of both overwhelming joy and deep, dark
sadness, but it was a memory Carrie wouldn't have given up for the entire
world.  Still, she obviously wished it could've ended better, but it hadn't
and that fact helped make it hard for her to try and find that good feeling
again out of the fear that she'd only destroy another friendship by doing
so.

   The girl in question, Hanna was her name, had been her best friend for
as long as Carrie could remember and they'd shared everything with each
other over the many years of their friendship.  Hanna had been there
through thick and thin.  Every event that seems so important when girls are
young, every thing that builds those memories people grow to cherish and
regret, had been shared between them both.  They smoked their first
cigarette together(and hated it), their first beer, first joint, skipped
their first class and even lost their virginity on the same night, in the
same house separated by only one thin wall and both found the experience
equally lacking.

   And through everything there was always something brewing just below the
surface that they both felt, but could never articulate until one night
when they were all alone, drunk on Boone's Farms Strawberry Hill
reminiscing about the night many years ago, by eighteen year old girl
standards, they'd shared their first "practice" kiss laughing about the
silliness of it all when it just kind of happened and before Carrie could
even register it fully they were kissing once again.

   And then again and again and then clothes were being tossed to the
floor, kisses moved from softly exploring each other's mouth to kissing and
suckling each other's breasts and beyond until they fell asleep in each
other's arms pressing their naked bodies together seemingly at peace with
what they'd done.  It had been the single best night of Carrie's young life
and she'd never slept better.  Her dreams had been peaceful and everything
seemed right with the world until she woke up the next morning to find
herself alone.

   Still, she'd only been mildly disappointed until she tried calling Hanna
only to receive no answer.  She even allowed herself to write it all off
when Hanna still hadn't answered or returned any of her phone calls a full
week later, but when Carrie finally broke down and went to Hanna's house to
see what was up Carrie had finally run out of excuses.  Hanna, Hanna's
mother had told her reluctantly and with more than a bit of sympathy in her
voice, didn't want to see Carrie, didn't want to talk to her and didn't
want her to call her anymore.

   For a moment Carrie had stood there on her best friend's doorstep
absolutely stunned while Hanna's mother tried her best to soften the blow
until she just turned and walked back to her car completely and totally
stunned.  She'd even managed to make it halfway home before it finally hit
her and the tears began to flow freely and barely stopped for what seemed
like days, almost weeks after.  In fact, as summer drew to a close and she
headed off to her first semester of college she was still not quite right.
Even her mother, not usually the most caring parent in the world, had
noticed and even tried to find what was wrong to no avail before Carrie
headed off to school where she found some small amount of solace by
throwing herself into her schoolwork and the softball team while ignoring
almost all invitations of friendship for several long months.

   It wasn't until her second semester that she finally began to break out
of her shell a bit and make friends again.  Still, though, that was it. 
Just friends and nothing more.  Even though opportunities to further
explore the wonderful aspects of sex that she had discovered with Hanna
arose more than once she never allowed it to advance past the flirtation
stage.  Oh, she'd wanted to more than once, but she could never find the
strength to overcome her fear that it would just lead to more heartbreak
and sadness and instead she just went without and settled instead for her
fingers and toys and the occasional safe, and expected, but incredibly
disappointing one night stand with some random, but emotionally safe guy.

   Eventually she dropped out of college after her sophomore year, but that
didn't put an end to the frustrating boondoggle that was Carrie's sex life.
Every time she made friends with another woman it ended terribly as soon as
she found herself developing feelings that went beyond friendship or worse
sensed the same feelings from another woman.  Her relationships with men
were hardly different.  Every time she "befriended" a man it ended after a
night or two of boring, bad sex and then she'd make herself scarce until
they got the point and left her alone.

   And that was her sex life until she saved enough money to buy her own
computer.  Then her sex life became slightly more interesting if a bit more
pathetic.  Her miraculous discovery of the wonders of internet porn allowed
her to explore the joys she'd denied herself in the safety and privacy of
first her own room and then her own home.  The internet also allowed her
the freedom to flirt (and more) with other women through a filter.  Carrie
even allowed herself to make plans to meet a few, but she always chickened
out at the last minute.

   She seemed destined at the young age of twenty three to be doomed to the
life of a lonely spinster who's only join in life was her small collection
of sex toys and a hard drive full of girl/girl porn.  In her sadder moments
Carrie even contemplated getting a cat or seven just to make it official.
As far as she was concerned she was doomed to live her life alone and
unsatisfied for all eternity.

   But then there was Maria, the beautiful and friendly girl across the
hall who seemed to have no clue how much Carrie wanted her as they made
idle conversation in the laundry room and hall.  Maria also, Carrie was
sure, had no idea how often she entered Carrie's thoughts late at night
when she was abusing herself to images and stories of women making love to
other women.  If Maria ever were to learn this Carrie was absolutely
certain that she would be nothing short of horrified at the thought.  Who
wouldn't be?  As far as Carrie was concerned the answer to that last
question was no one.

   Hell, even without knowledge of all the naughty, evil sexual thoughts
constantly brewing in the back of Carrie's mind Carrie still found it
impossible to imagine that Maria could ever really seriously consider being
her friend.  Carrie's self esteem was simply too low to imagine anything
good coming into her life, so when Maria asked Carrie to her apartment for
a friendly cup of coffee one slow, boring Saturday afternoon when neither
had nothing at all to do besides wait for the dryers to empty at first she
could think of nothing for a second.  Her mind just went blank and she
froze for what seemed like forever before a little voice that she wasn't
even sure was her own finally answered for her with a simple yes even as
another much louder voice inside her head screamed out for her to run and
hide.  Still, she did as she said and followed Maria to her apartment
forcing herself to smile and keep making small talk as they walked even as
her insides tore themselves to shreds.

   Fifteen minutes later however she was laughing and chatting happily as
Maria poured her a second cup of delicious, warm and perfectly bitter
coffee as they got to know each other in the cozy confines of Maria's
wonderfully decorated apartment.  As Maria kept refilling her cup and the
conversation kept coming and coming Carrie quickly found herself getting
more and more comfortable despite herself.  By the time the coffee gave way
to some ice cold Irish cream that evil little voice of fear deep in her
mind was beginning to fade farther into the distance until Carrie, for the
first time in what seemed forever, found herself actually having fun just
being with another woman.

   After that coffee together on laundry day quickly became something of
ritual for them.  Then coffee whenever they met in the hall or had free
time away from work was added to the mix.  This was followed by wine in the
evenings on weekdays and soon the seemingly inevitable happened: Maria
invited Carrie out to the club.

   Of course, at first Carrie rejected the notion.  After all, Maria had no
idea how hard it was for Carrie to even drink wine with her.  The
inhibitions the alcohol loosened were almost maddening.  Carrie was
absolutely certain that one of those nights alone with Maria and a bottle
of chardonnay the dam was almost certain to break, but she still kept right
on doing it because it simply felt too good just to be around beautiful
Maria sipping that delicious nectar and talking through whatever movie they
were watching.  Throw in some pumping beats, warm sweaty bodies and the
sight of her crush dancing to that beat however, and it was just too much.
Something bad was just bound to happen.

   Luckily, however, Maria would have none of that.  She absolutely
insisted and left Carrie with no other choice: she was going to the club
with Maria come hell or high water and that was all there was to it. 
Finally, Carrie caved.

   "Okay, okay," Carrie had said in defeat, "But on one condition: I'm not
going there to pick up any guys."

   "Fine with me," Maria had responded with an odd little smile before
making Carrie shake on it and adding "It's a date."

   After that Carrie tried to maintain her free and happy mask, but as the
evening wound down and she crossed the hall to her own apartment Carrie's
mind was racing with both fear and anticipation.  Still, the fear and
anticipation were hardly enough to prevent her from heading straight to her
room and fingering her pussy to a rapid and intense orgasm as she thought
of Maria's warm, sweaty body pressed up against hers dancing at first
across her mind's eye before Carrie's imagination quickly took the image to
a very lewd and sexual place.  Then she did it all again and then again
until she finally fell asleep from self induced exhaustion only to awake
the next day and head to work under a fog of trepidation over what was to
come in only a few days time.

   As the weekend grew closer this odd mixture of fear and lustful
anticipation seemed to hang over Carrie like a cloud.  It was so bad that
she was almost grateful when Maria had to work late on Thursday night and
therefore couldn't hang out just so she could have some time with her
thoughts.  Of course, the thoughts she was having were hardly what Carrie
would call helpful as she basically spent the night splitting her time
masturbating to internet porn like a horny teenage boy while picturing
Maria in her head the whole time and pacing the floor worrying herself half
to death over what was to come the following night.

   When she woke up the next morning Carrie wasn't any better.  She woke up
feeling anxious and worried.  She went to work feeling distracted and only
half there.  Even as she headed home she was still in a daze worrying about
something she knew damned good and well she had no business being worried
about.  Of course, the knowledge that she was being an idiot worrying
herself half to death over something that she should've been looking
forward to didn't make her feel any better.  In fact, it only made her feel
worse.

   By the time she got home the fear and anxiety hadn't abated one little
bit.  She tried to distract herself by smoking a bowl and putting a bit of
extra time and caution into picking out her clothes and getting ready, but
as the time ticked away relentlessly her irrational fear just seemed to
keep building and building.  Her heart seemed to be threatening to pound
its way out of her chest until Maria knocked on her door at exactly 7:45 in
the evening dressed in a tight yellow t-shirt for some band Carrie had
never heard of and low cut jeans that were tight in all the right places
and the cutest pink tennis shoes for nice mix of sexy and casual.  Carrie
was almost stunned silent at the sight of her, but if Maria noticed she
didn't let it show.  She only smiled sweetly and said "Ready?"

   "Yeah, well, almost... I just..." Carrie started to lie before Maria
interrupted her.

   "That's not what you're wearing, is it?" Maria said with a frown as she
looked Carrie up and down disapprovingly.

   "What?" Carrie said sincerely.

   "Nope," Maria said simply still frowning and gazing at Carrie's body and
the admittedly non-sexy clothes that she'd chosen to wear before reaching
out and grabbing Carrie's hand pulling her into Carrie's own bedroom. 
"That is not going to work.  C'mon, you need better clothes than this."

   "But... but..." Carrie tried to protest only to be silenced by Maria's
will.

   "I don't wanna hear it," Maria said calmly, but with a hint of playful
defiance.  "There is absolutely no reason a girl with a body like yours is
going out to the club dressed like that.  You look like a housewife.  You
need to show off your assets even if you`re not trying to get laid."

   Carrie was at loss for words.  Part of her was more than a little miffed
at being led around by her hand by someone she barely knew while having her
fashion questioned while another part was absolutely elated to hear Maria
compliment her body.  It was a fairly even matched battle that continued
even as Maria opened her bedroom door and urged to find something better.

   "But I just want to get drunk and dance," Carrie finally spat out as
Maria opened her closet.  "I'm not trying to get picked up by guys or
anything."

   "What does that matter?" Maria said vaguely as she continued to invade
Carrie's environment by searching through her closet before adding "Where's
that cute black t-shirt you have?"

   "What?" Carrie asked somewhat taken aback by the fact that Maria had
noticed a t-shirt of hers.

   "You know," Maria continued "That black one with the... Ah Ha!" and with
that she pulled out the t-shirt in question and then continued searching
through Carries clothes until she'd assembled an outfit from Carrie's
admittedly small selection that met with Maria's approval and then told her
to change.  Carrie had no idea why she wasn't pissed, but she wasn't. 
There was just something about the whole thing that was both amusing and
wonderful.  It was also oddly elating to allow Maria to take control for a
bit and she couldn't help but like that.

   Finally, after heading to the bathroom and changing into her new outfits
of her tight black t-shirt, her favorite naturally holey pair of jeans and
some sneakers she'd actually forgotten she'd owned Maria finally granted
her permission to leave with her with a exclamation of "Sexy!" followed
quickly by "Now let's go get drunk and dance!" and then they were off.

   By the time they got home Carrie was absolutely stunned by how much fun
she'd just had.  Maria was an absolute blast to hang out with it.  Sure,
she was a bit pushy at times, but as the night worn on Carrie found herself
enjoying just going along with it all and enjoying every minute of it while
wishing the night would never end.  They both managed to drink themselves
stupid while dancing wildly for almost three hours straight.  Not with guys
either, but which each other.  Sure, some guys danced with them from time
to time, but Carrie barely noticed as her eyes were locked on the lovely
vision that was constantly before her dancing like a women possessed and
claiming that nearly every song the DJ played was her favorite until Carrie
just couldn't take anymore thanks to her sore feet.  Luckily Maria wasn't
the type to ignore her friends suffering and happily insisted that they go
home.

   Even the cab ride home was fun as Maria just talked and talked and even
occasionally sang while encouraging both Carrie and the cab driver to join
her which Carrie did gladly while the cab driver just checked them both out
in the mirror and declined with a tired grin.  Normally Carrie would've
been deeply offended by the obvious ogle, but at that moment she couldn't
have cared less.  She was far too busy laughing at the beautifully manic
drunk girl sitting next to her singing along badly to Pat Benatar just for
the hell of it.  The laughter didn't stop until they were at their
respective doors where Carrie made to unlock hers and go to bed.

   After that their weekends at the club became a permanent fixture in both
of their lives.  A fairly expensive fixture for Carrie, but one that was
well worth it.  Maria may have been slightly bossy and extremely
extroverted in a way that completely contrasted itself with Carrie's more
introverted and relaxed way of being, but it worked.  They were fast
friends and they both seemed to love every minute of it even as they grew
closer and learned more about the other.

   Still, as they did get to know each other more Carrie couldn't help but
wonder about her new friend.  Mainly, the more she got to know Maria the
more Carrie found it unusual that Maria had very few friends even though
she, like Carrie, was relatively new to town.  For some reason she expected
a girl like Maria to have simply tons of friends.  She even said so one
night while they were hanging out in Maria's apartment sharing yet another
bottle of wine while again pretending to watch a movie.  Maria had just
laughed it off and told her that she honestly didn't want a bunch of
friends before changing the subject so she could bitch about her boss.

   Of course, as they grew closer, Carrie was hardly the only one shocked
by the emptiness of the others life.  Maria herself was shocked when Carrie
let it slip over another bottle of wine on another night that she hadn't
had sex in almost a year.  In fact, shocked wasn't even the right word. 
Appalled and aghast at the travesty of it all was a much more accurate
description of her reaction.  The mere idea of a girl as cute as Carrie
going without for that long was apparently an injustice of cosmic
proportions in Maria's world.

   "How do you cope?" Maria said as the conversation wore on, "Do you at
least masturbate?  Dear god, tell me you at least masturbate.  If you don't
I don't think I can hang out with anymore.  That's just inhuman."

   "Of course I masturbate," Carrie replied with a slightly embarrassed
chuckle thanks only managing a response thanks mainly to the wine, but also
in part because some of Maria's openness was beginning to rub off onto her.


   "Oh, thank god," Maria came back emphasizing her relief at hearing this
with one of her many dramatic gestures.  "I was almost convinced you were
some kind of sexless monster disguised as a hot girl for a second there."

   "Oh, shut up," Carrie had replied now laughing more out of true
amusement than embarrassment even as she felt her heart warm up at Maria
referring to her as hot.  "It's not that bad.  Besides, guys suck.  Having
sex with them is a waste of time."

   "True, true," was Maria's reply to that before adding something that
nearly blew Carrie's mind.  "But whoever said you just had to have sex with
guys?"

   Carrie barely managed to sputter out a "What?" in response before
Maria's cell phone rang and killed the most interesting conversation they'd
had to date as Maria excused herself to talk to her boss leaving Carrie to
her thoughts until fifteen minutes later when Maria came out of her bedroom
and informed Carrie sadly that they'd have to call it a night because she
had to go in to work much earlier then she'd originally thought and
therefore needed to go to sleep.  She then gave Carrie a friendly hug and
told her to come by as soon as she got off work the next day before
allowing Carrie to walk across the hall still in something of a daze.

   The rest of that night was a blur of confused thoughts and wanton
masturbation at the mere thought that Maria, beautiful, wonderful Maria,
had really said what Carrie thought she'd said.  Her poor vibrator got a
major work out and actually ran out of juice before she was done with it as
Carrie's drunken brain kept flashing with images of Maria making love to
faceless woman over and over again until Carrie passed out from sheer
exhaustion only to be woken again and again by dreams of a similar bent.

   The next few days were once again a strange kind of living hell for
Carrie.  She kept waiting for Maria bring it up again, but it never
happened and Carrie just couldn't bring it up herself.  Oh, they still
talked about sex.  They were both fairly normal young women, but they never
got back to the idea that it was okay for girls to have sex with girls. 
They never even got close.  Even when, with some alcohol fueled bravery on
her side, Carrie tried to subtly steer the conversation in that general
direction Maria found a way out of it.  By the time Saturday night came
around that week with their standing plans to go to the club Carrie was
beginning to think that it might somehow have been the opening to some odd,
awkward joke all along or maybe something Maria hadn't meant to say.

   Still, their plans stayed the same despite Carrie's frustration and
confusion.  When Saturday night came Carrie was at Maria's door to make
sure she was wearing Maria approved clothing the usual half hour too soon
just in time to catch Maria wrapped in a towel that wasn't quite big enough
to cover everything as she answered the door with her usual smile dripping
with water and looking absolutely stunning as she did so.  So stunning, in
fact, that Carrie actually had to concentrate to stop her eyes from taking
in every square inch of visible flesh and make herself respond
appropriately to the invitation to come on in being offered by this
beautiful vision before her.  The knowing smirk that flashed ever so
briefly across Maria's before she turned away to head back to the bathroom
as she politely offered Carrie free reign over her living room.

   In the short time she'd been friends with her neighbor this was the
closest Carrie had come to seeing Maria naked and after the thoughts that
had been awakened in her sex starved mind following their abortive
conversation from a few days back it was almost too much.  Still, she tried
to take a deep breath, clear her head and relax and had even succeeded
before Maria popped back out of the bathroom a few minutes later no longer
dressed only a towel, but still hardly what one would call dressed in tiny,
black boy shorts and nothing else as she made idle conversation and dried
her hair in a way that made her not insubstantial breasts bounce
hypnotically before she turned back around the corner leaving Carrie
stumbling for a response to a question she'd barely heard.

   Apparently Carrie did a fairly good of a job of guessing at a good
answer and after that nothing else of much interest happened until Maria,
fully dressed, dried and smelling vaguely floral popped out of her bedroom,
grabbed Carrie by the hand playfully and together they half walked, half
skipped out to the parking lot to smoke a cigarette and wait for the cab
which arrived only moments later.  Carrie, with a good bit of effort,
managed to maintain her cool as they waited even though naughty thoughts
kept running through the back of her mind.

   By the time they made it to the club and did their usual scan of the
crowd on the way to the bar Carrie was almost completely back to normal,
but there was just something about Maria that seemed a bit off.  It was
nothing obvious, really.  It was mainly just an edge to her behavior that
wasn't quite the standard fare.  It was so subtle that after a couple of
drinks and some more scanning as they waited for the music to really start
pumping and the floor to fill with lovely young bodies Carrie had almost
managed to convince herself that it was all in her head.  Maria wasn't
touching her any more than usual and those nonexistent touches weren't
lingering any longer than normal.  The twinkle in Maria's eye was just a
trick of the lights and the wicked edge to Maria's usual smirk was all in
Carrie's head.  It was all just wishful thinking and nothing more.

   After a few more drinks and some actual dancing Carrie was absolutely
certain that it was all in her head.  There was nothing different about
Maria's behavior.  She was just being her usual vivacious self.  Dancing,
laughing, and flirting randomly with anyone who crossed her path.  There
was nothing strange, no hidden messages or anything of the sort.  Carrie
was just seeing what she wanted to see.  She was sure of it.

   A few more drinks and some more dancing later, however, and Carrie's
certainty had begun to abandon her once again.  The DJ was, as usual,
starting to get a bit merciless.  The music seemed to be getting louder,
the beat seemed to driving harder and faster and the floor seemed to be
simply packed with young, sweaty bodies pressing against each other as the
alcohol(among other things) clouded everyone's minds and Carrie found
herself losing control of her senses.

   Now, it was hardly unusual for Carrie and Maria to dance together. 
Neither girl minded the feel of the others body pressed against their own.
In fact, Carrie loved it for obvious reasons, but until the other night
she'd always assumed that for Maria it was nothing more than dancing and a
bit of tease for the guys whose eyes always found their way towards them
when they were dancing close and Carrie didn't blame them one little bit
considering Maria's idea of dancing close was essentially grinding her
various body parts against Carrie in a very close approximation of stand up
sex.  It was torture, but it was a form of torture she both loved and was
willing to suffer.

   As Carrie placed her hands on Maria's hips and felt Maria's hot, sweaty
body pressing against her own while the beat filled her mind and body
Carrie had no reason to expect that that night would be any different.  She
could already feel her arousal building to a point that if she'd been sober
she would've been forced to blush with embarrassment and shame, but at the
moment she simply did not care.  Then, however, something absolutely
wonderful happened that scare her half to death, something that went well
beyond teasing or playful sensuality that Carrie was used to seeing from
her friend.  Maria kissed her and Carrie, without a second's hesitation
kissed her back.

   For several long seconds that seemed to last for a small eternity there
they were alone in the middle of crowded dance floor locked in a loving
embrace while several drunken, pervy men (and a fair share of women)
cheered them on enthusiastically.  Not that Carrie heard the cheers.  Not
right away, anyway.  No, for the duration of that wonderful, steamy embrace
she was lost in the feel of her lips playing gently against Maria's as
their tongues reached out to each other and their hands began to paw
wantonly at each other's bodies.  They were no longer dancing.  They were
just two people lost in a wonderful moment until suddenly the moment was
over in a flash of guilt and shame.

   It was Carrie who broke the kiss once her brain returned to its normal,
fearful state.  Maria seemed perfectly content to keep it going for a good
while longer, but Carrie, in her panic, completely failed to notice that
all important fact.  Even as Maria smiled at her before using her hand to
pull Carrie back into another kiss Carrie could do nothing but apologize
for no reason before turning and leaving the dance floor.

   Carrie would've ran if it had been possible.  If there weren't so many
people about packed tightly together like sardines she would've been gone
in a flash.  She wouldn't have even thought twice about running the eight
miles back to her apartment leaving her lovely neighbor to wonder what
exactly had gone wrong with their perfect moment.  As it was she only
managed to get just outside of the club and onto the sidewalk before she
felt a soft, sweaty hand grasping her own with gentle force that caused her
to turn on her heals until she was once again staring into Maria's
beautiful eyes.  Carrie had just enough time to begin spitting out a
tearful apology before she was once again locked in another sweet, lustful
kiss that killed any attempt to continue speaking.

   Once again there were whoops of approval from the small crowd hanging
outside waiting for cabs and simply loitering about, but this time Carrie
didn't even notice.  The little voice of doubt in the back of her head was
now silent.  The only thing she was feeling or thinking was how wonderful
it all felt.  She was so lost in the sensation that she wasn't even brought
back to reality when Maria pushed her up against the hard cement wall and
pressed herself against Carrie's body.  Carrie's head actually bounced off
the wall a little, but it didn't matter.  She no longer cared.  Her mind
was lost and all she knew was that this was the single greatest moment of
her life.

   Sadly, it couldn't last forever.  They were far too drunk to control
themselves.  Hands were going places that were ill advised in such a public
setting.  It was inevitable that someone would put a stop it especially
when Carrie's hands found their way past the waist of Maria's jeans to feel
her soft panty clad ass.  Still, that hardly stopped them from getting more
than a little pissed when a bouncer from the club broke them apart as the
throng of onlookers booed and hissed in the background.

   How the large mountain of a man remained calm as Maria yelled at him and
the drunken voyeurs called him a fag and other less than politically
correct things was beyond Carrie, but he did.  It took him and Carrie a
full five minutes to calm Maria enough for them to get in a waiting cab
where Carrie had just enough time to tell the driver where they lived
before she was once again locked in another embrace with Maria that lasted
until they seemingly magically appeared at their apartment in what seemed a
record time.  The driver had a very large grin on his face and obvious
erection as Maria threw a couple twenties at him and pulled Carrie from the
cab and made her run with her up the stairs to Maria's apartment while
Carrie laughed both nervously and with a touch of pure amusement until they
were finally alone in Maria's living room.

   "What are we doing?" Carrie said in a breathless voice as she leaned
against the door both to catch her breath from the run up the stairs and to
keep her balance.  They were the first real words she'd spoken directly to
Maria since trying to apologize for the kiss she didn't initiate.  She was
answered by another kiss, but that wasn't enough.  It was a serious
question that required an answer, so reluctantly she broke the kiss and
repeated the question.

   "I know you want this," was the somewhat terse response that Carrie
received from Maria who was obviously a bit perturbed that Carrie wanted to
talk.

   "How?" Carrie said in a quieter voice actually curious if she'd been so
transparent in her more than just friendly interest in her neighbor.

   "Please don't question it," Maria responded looking somewhat pained, her
voice pleading for this conversation to be over.  "I know you want this.  I
want it too.  I've wanted you ever since I first saw you moving boxes into
your apartment.  Do you have any idea how long ago that was?"

   "But..." Carrie began only to be interrupted.

   "There's no but.  Haven't you ever noticed that I never have any guys
over?  Haven't you ever noticed that I never really dance with anyone else
but you?  We both want this Carrie.  I know we do.  Stop wasting time
questioning shit.  I've wanted to kiss you for so long, I've wanted to
taste you, to kiss you're body, to make you come, to fuck you for so long
and I know you have, too.  I can see it in your eyes, Carrie.  I see it
every time you look at me.  Don't over analyze it.  Just let it happen.  If
you're worried about regrets, don't.  Just let it happen.  Please, just let
me make love to you."

   There was nothing Carrie to say to any of that.  It was all so
absolutely true, as reasonable and right as anything as unreasonable as
lust and love could be.  Maria wanted Carrie and Carrie wanted Maria.  What
else was there to say?  Carrie couldn't think of a thing.  Instead she
simply decided to just do as Maria said and give in to her desires and for
the first time she brought her lips to Maria`s and once again they were
locked together in a kiss.

   This time there was no doubt, no hesitation and nothing to interrupt
them as they kissed and fondled each other.  Once again Maria pushed Carrie
back against the wall as they remained near the door.  Neither girl wanted
to be the one to break up the embrace almost afraid that to do so would be
invite more pointless questioning, but they needn't have worried.  As hands
began to feel for bare flesh and make their way down the back of Maria's
pants and up the front of Carrie's shirt there were no more questions to be
asked.

   When Maria's gentle hands found their way to Carrie's small, soft
breasts Carrie could only sigh and bury her hands down the back of Maria's
jeans to squeeze and knead Maria's silky smooth cheeks and pull Maria
tighter to her.  The kiss deepened and Maria's soft caress became more
aggressive until the sigh became a groan.

   Still, they just stood there by the door unable to pull away from each
other even as their mouths separated and their kisses began to migrate. 
Their hands migrated as well.  Maria's soft touch found its way to Carrie's
back and then downward while Carrie was drawn to Maria's soft bosom and on
and on as they tried to taste and touch every square inch of each other
that they could as they stood there pressed together.

   T-shirts were pushed upward and jeans unbuttoned.  Soon they were an
absolute tangled mess, but still they did not move from where they stood.
Not even when Maria's hand found its way down the front of Carrie's panties
nor when Carrie, after a moment of pause brought on by an involuntary
shiver, returned the favor.  Fingers began to explore the soft, wet folds
of both girls aroused pussies and hips began to gyrate in response as their
mouths returned to each other.

   It didn't take long however for both Maria and Carrie to cease their
exploration and begin to finger each other in earnest.  They continued to
try kiss to each other, but they met with limited success.  They were both
simply too aroused, too keyed up to even think about restraint and they
didn't.  After only a few moments of vigorous digital stimulation both
Maria and Carrie were almost panting into each others mouth as their knees
threatened to buckle and their pussies quivered and clenched around the
other's probing fingers almost in unison and then their knees turned to
rubber and they collapsed on the floor.

   Maybe it was the alcohol that was still coursing through their
bloodstreams, maybe it was because they just spent the night dancing and
their legs finally decided they'd had enough or maybe it was just the fact
that orgasms they'd just given each other were simply too intense for their
young bodies to handle.  The reason was unimportant.  It was the result
that counted and the result was just too much for the two drunk girls to
handle and soon they were laughing loudly at themselves as Carrie rested on
top of Maria's shoes with Maria more or less on top of her.

   They laughed for a good minute or more.  They weren't sure and they were
hardly keeping track.  All they knew was that by the time they stopped both
Maria and Carrie were actually in pain from it all.  Not enough pain to
stop them from wanting to kiss each other one more time nor enough to stop
them from chuckling into each other's mouth as they did so.

   "That was fucking awesome," Carrie in a quiet, happy voice after the
kiss broke, "But I don't think your shoes like my back too much."

   "Ah," Maria said in a playfully mocking tone before placing a kiss on
Carrie's forehead.  "Poor baby."

   "Shut up.  You're not the one with a heel jabbing you in the back,"
Carrie came back quickly.  This time Maria didn't respond with words. 
Instead she kissed Carrie one more time then slowly and somewhat clumsily
got up and pulled Carrie up with her and kissed her one more time before
taking Carrie's hand and leading her into her bedroom.

   Upon entering Maria didn't bother to close the door or turn on the
light. She also didn't get on the bed immediately or even kiss Carrie once
again.  Instead she just turned towards Carrie and stood there looking into
Carrie's eyes for a long second still holding Carrie's hand in her own. 
She'd smiled at Carrie and Carrie smiled back somewhat nervously waiting
for something to happen.

   "Are you nervous?" Maria said in a soft voice as they stood their
together in the semi-dark room lit only by the street light outside.

   "Yes," Carrie responded in an even softer voice than Maria's.  She
wanted to lie, to sound brave, but she couldn't.  Even after what had just
happened at the club and in the taxi and the first moment they were truly
alone Carrie could still feel butterflies fluttering about in her stomach
at the thought of making love to Maria.  Their mutual collapse at the door
had apparently brought them both back down to earth a little bit, but that
didn't stop Carrie from wanting Maria any less than before.

   "Don't worry," Maria said her voice still quiet and gentle as she
reached for Carrie's face to stroke her cheek lightly while lessening the
amount of space between them.  Carrie took a deep breath as she closed her
eyes in anticipation as Maria closed the gap between them slowly.

   "I`m not worried, I just..." Carrie began almost without thinking her
eyes opening slightly to see Maria`s face coming closer causing her stop
talking

   "Shhh," Maria responded with another smile there lips once again mere
centimeters apart.

   "I jus..." Carrie started again only to be quieted by another a shushing
sound from Maria and a finger on her lips.

   "Don't worry about it, Carrie.  I know, you know, we both know that we
both want this.  That's all that matters.  Now shut up and let me kiss
you." And with that Maria closed the distance between the completely and
once more they were kissing.

   For a long minute there they stood in Maria's room just kissing and
holding each other.  The nervousness was once again fading into the
background.  The urgency of earlier was also absent.  Both were replaced
with a feeling of glorious contentment and joy at the feel of this simple,
soft kiss shared between two close friends that seemed to go on and on
until Maria once again pulled away from Carrie.

   "I think it might be time to go to bed, don't you?" Maria said and
Carrie could only nod in response before Maria continued "Good.  Now... if
you don't mind..." For a second Carrie was confused at this last bit until
she felt Maria's hands pull on her t-shirt that had been shoved up past her
breasts and then she raised arms to allow Maria to take it off of her. 
Next she followed Maria's hints and returned the favor before sitting down
to allow Maria to pull off first her shoes and socks followed by her jeans
and then her panties leaving her naked on the edge of Maria's bed as she
watched Maria's pants fall to the floor with her panties and took in the
sight of her beautiful neighbors thin, lovely brown body with her lovely
just right breasts, smooth flat tummy and beautiful shaved pussy.

   Even in the relative darkness of Maria's room she knew it was simply the
most beautiful body she'd ever seen.  With in moments though she no longer
had to settle for just the darkened image as, with small step to the side
from Maria, it was now being bathed in a soft yellow light from beside
Maria's bed.  Her lovely neighbor was even more stunning in the light.

   Maria seemed to feel to same way as she stood for a moment obviously
taking in Carrie's equally lovely body with her eyes.  Carrie had never
experienced anything like this before.  She almost blushed, but somehow she
managed not to through some miracle even as Maria again closed the small
amount of distance between them and leaned over for a quick kiss.

   "I hope you don't mind the light, but I never make love in the dark,"
Maria said before pushing Carrie onto her back and urging her to scoot
towards the center of the bed.  Maria then crawled onto the bed herself and
crouched over Carrie's body before kissing her again and continuing, "I
want to see you and I want you to see me." Maria followed this with another
kiss while allowing a hand to begin tracing invisible lines up and down
Carrie's body as Carrie sighed softly into Maria's mouth from the
combination of it all.

   Maria kisses seemed to be intoxicating.  Carrie never wanted them to
leave her lips.  It was such a simple pleasure, but it was such a loving,
intimate one that she just wanted to keep going on and on, but it was not
to be.  Not that the kisses stopped.  Quite the contrary, really.  Maria
just had no intention of only kissing Carries soft, warm lips and instead
seemed to desire to kiss every inch of her new lover that she could.  Any
disappointment Carrie may have felt over this was short lived as she
quickly discovered the pleasures of a patient lover exploring her body.

   At first the kisses remained mostly confined to Carrie's face, paying
special attention to her earlobes and her neck.  Occasionally Maria's soft,
flexible tongue would slide out to lick or tease some sensitive spot and
Carrie would find herself squirming just a little bit in response.  Maria's
teeth also made an occasional appearance, but not too much and always in a
gentle way that also met with approval from Carrie's body.  Maria's hand
also managed to find several nerve endings that Carrie had never been aware
of before as it continued to trace across her skin with no purpose beyond
just touching and exploring.

   Carrie's hands were also doing a bit of exploring in their own way as
they moved slowly across Maria's smooth skin.  At first she kept them on
Maria's back sliding up and down the smooth skin there, but eventually, as
Maria's attentions began to wander lower so did Carrie's.  Not to Maria's
lovely bottom, but to the wondrous, pillow like mounds that were Maria's
breasts.  She squeezed them, held them, caressed them and just generally
enjoyed the feel of them in her hands.

   The small, brownish nipples at the center of each breast were especially
fun to tease and caress.  Every time her hands found their way to one or
both Maria seemed to jump just a little or sigh softly.  It was such a
wonderful feeling for Carrie to know that she could make the lovely girl
who was now kissing her way slowly down Carrie's body with such a simple
gesture.

   Soon, however, she discovered an even better feeling when Maria finally
kissed her way down to Carrie's breasts.  Carrie's hands quickly found
their way to Maria's soft mane of hair.  Not only because it was becoming a
bit of a stretch as Maria continued to maneuver herself down Carrie's body,
but also because as Maria began to suck and nibble on her nipples she began
to find it hard to concentrate on trying to make Maria squirm as her body
began to react to the stimulation it was receiving.

   It had been a long time since anyone had made her feel so good just by
playing with her breasts, just by licking and nibbling the soft flesh with
patience and tenderness.  No man had ever managed it.  At most they'd just
taken the time to get the nipples hard and then moved on.  Even her one
previous female lover hadn't done much more than that, but Maria was.

   It wasn't like Maria just sucking on her nipples non-stop, either.  No,
she was making love to Carrie's entire breast, teasing out sighs with an
experts touch even when she was completely ignoring the sensitive bumps of
flesh at the center.  Even the soft little nips she placed on the tender
flesh of her breasts were shiver inducing.

   Of course, when Maria did deem it necessary to lick, suck or nibble on
one of Carrie's nipples it was exquisite.  There was no other word for it.
Everything was just perfect.  Maria seemed to just know what to do to make
Carrie groan and shiver with just the slightest flick of her tongue or a
quick bite.  After a few minutes she could almost swear she was simply
dripping from her cunt.  She'd never been more aroused in her life.

   She was almost disappointed when Maria's sweet mouth began to move even
further down her body.  Even though Maria's destination was clear Carrie
couldn't help but let out a whine of disappointment when Maria began to
kiss her way slowly down her ribs.  Maria had just smiled at Carrie and
giggled lightly before continuing to Carrie's tummy where she worked her
way to Carrie's navel and gave the piercing there a kiss.  She then made
sure to kiss Carrie's belly a few more times before once again heading
south.

   As Maria's sweet face got closer and closer to Carrie's pussy Carrie
found herself staring down at Maria intensely.  Her hands left Maria's head
as Maria inched her down Carrie's belly at a tortuously slow pace and
instead Carrie reared up on her elbows to watch and will Maria to her pussy
until Maria pushed back and made her lay down again while saying in a
sweet, sultry voice "Relax." Carrie did as she was told for a good ten
seconds and then she found herself tensing up and letting a loud groan as
Maria's placed a kiss on her pussy.

   The kiss was soft, barely even a touch, but it was enough to make Carrie
quiver and Maria laugh a little despite herself before veering off to place
another equally soft kiss at the junction of Carrie's thigh followed by a
lick and another more vigorous kiss before moving to the other side and
doing much the same while Carrie continued to squirm under Maria's teasing
attentions.  The squirming and the soft, little moans only seemed to
encourage Maria to tease Carrie even more and she did just that as she
kissed and licked almost every square millimeter of flesh on Carrie's
crotch and inner thighs except the wonderfully moist and puffy lips of her
pussy and the sensitive, hooded nubbin of Carrie's clit.

   Carrie was now positively dripping with arousal.  Her pussy almost ached
with need.  She simply couldn't hold out much longer.  The teasing was
wonderful and it was great to finally have a lover who wasn't either too
nervous to be patient or simply too inconsiderate to care, but she needed
to come soon or she felt she might explode.  Luckily for her Maria had
taken notice of the somewhat frustrated tone in Carrie's moans, groans and
deep, loud sighs and even as she continued to tease her by biting Carrie's
inner thigh once more Maria knew it was finally time to fully taste her new
lover.

   Carrie's reaction was instant and satisfying for both of them.  As soon
as Maria reached out her tongue to lick her way up then down Carrie's moist
slit Carrie's back arched and she hissed loudly as she took a deep, quick
breath which she managed to hold in for several long seconds until Maria's
fingers spread her open and gave her another long, slow lick.  At the point
it all came out in one long, loud groan that filled the room as Carrie
thrust her hips towards Maria's mouth.  Her hand found Maria's head once
more and pulled Maria tightly to her as their eyes met and Maria began to
truly make love to Carrie.

   For the next few minutes the bedroom was filled with the panting moans
of Carrie as she humped herself against Maria's face in an almost violent
fashion and Maria, hiding her smile on the inside, ate Carrie's beautiful,
fragrant and deliriously delicious pussy like a woman possessed.  Maria
didn't even think of trying to stop Carrie from humping her face or pulling
her hair.  The most she did was place her hands on Carrie's thighs to hold
them open as latched on to Carrie's cunt with her mouth and did her best to
hold on for the duration of the ride.

   Maria didn't have to hold on for very long at all.  Maybe it was just
the excitement of the moment, the fact that Carrie's most secret wish had
come true or maybe Maria really was just that good with her mouth.  It
didn't matter, really.  It just didn't matter at all.  All that Carrie and
Maria knew was the after a few moments of intense oral stimulation Carrie's
body and mind seemed to exploding with pleasurable sensations as the most
intense pleasure of her young life coursed its way through her.  Her
movements became erratic, her breathing stopped and started, her hips
humped violently one moment and then froze in place the next as the muscles
of her abdomen clenched and unclenched and her head fell back on the bed
while Maria just kept licking and sucking away.

   No words escaped Carrie as the wave rode through her.  In fact, she
barely made any sound at all beyond the noise of labored, erratic
breathing. Maybe a few sounds that came out something like high pitched
squeaks, but that was all.  There just was nothing really to say.  It was
all just so perfect that words could only cheapen it.

   If that had been the last thing she felt before dropping dead on Maria's
bed she would've died a happy woman, but luckily she was both very much
alive and Maria was nowhere close to being satisfied with just two measly
orgasms from Carrie.  She hadn't even thought of stopping as the waves made
their way through Carrie.  In fact, making Carrie come as quickly as she
had just done only made Maria more determined to make her come again.

   The third orgasm for Carrie took a bit longer than the first two.  She
was more relaxed, more in control of herself.  Even when Maria began to
insert her long, thin fingers inside of her Carrie managed to control
herself better than before.  It took effort, but she managed it just so she
could prolong the sensation just a little bit longer.  Maria too seemed
content to slow their love making just a tad if only to allow herself more
time to taste Carrie's sweetness and enjoy the feeling of making another
girl squirm under her touch.

   "Oh," Carrie said in a soft voice as Maria lapped at her clit and pumped
two of her fingers in and out of Carrie's cunt.  "That's so good... so...
oh!" Her words were lost as Maria inserted a third finger inside of her.

   "Do you have any idea how good you taste?" Maria said momentarily prying
her mouth away from its work only to once again cut off any response by
spreading her fingers a bit inside of Carrie while going back to work on
her pearl.  It was that, the words, the fingers and Maria's devilish tongue
that finally brought about the Carrie's third come of the night.  Not
instantaneously, but it was the beginning of the cascade.

   "Oh god," Carrie said only seconds before it hit her, "I think... I..."
The next sound out of Carrie's mouth wasn't a word exactly.  It was more a
long, deep scream of pure pleasure as she came with a full body shudder. 
Her hands instantly found their way back to Maria's long, silky mane to
once again hold her mouth tightly to her pussy as she quaked and squirmed
and even squirted a little while her pussy clenched around Maria's fingers.

   Then something amazing happened, something Carrie had only read about in
smutty little stories.  As she came and while Maria mercilessly kept right
on attacking Carrie's clit with her mouth while fucking Carrie hard with
her fingers Carrie could've sworn that she felt another orgasm building on
top of the one that was still racking her beautiful young body.  It was
impossible and yet, just as that third orgasm faded and she was just
beginning to think about trying to catch her breath it hit her and it hit
her hard and then it hit her again and then again and then, with an amazing
show of strength of will she had to put a stop it and instead of holding
Maria's face tightly to her pussy she was pushing her away and making Maria
remove her now sticky, wet fingers from her pussy as she gasped for breath
and wallowed in the glorious afterglow of three, no four, wonderful orgasms
right on top of each other.

   "Oh my fucking god," Carrie said and then repeated it a couple more
times in quick succession while Maria laughed lightly and crawled on top of
Carrie to give her a quick kiss that became more quite rapidly only to be
broken up a moment later by Maria`s amused but questioning face.

   "Did you..." Maria said with a proud smile already glued to her face
before amending herself and continuing.  "Did I just give you multiple
orgasms?" Carrie could only laugh at this and nod before pulling Maria back
into a kiss after she gained control of her smile enough to make it
possible.

   There were a few more breaks for laughter and teasing, but soon the kiss
became another healthy make-out session as the girls pawed at each other
and their kisses traveled around each other's face and necks and they
rolled around the bed with each other for several long minutes until they
finally settled back in the middle with Carrie on top as they enjoyed the
feeling of their bodies, now covered in a thin patina of sweat, pressing
and sliding against each other.

   It felt good to do just that and only that and, honestly, Carrie
could've done it for hours.  There was something else on her mind, however.
Something that just seemed more and more necessary as the moments ticked on
and their kiss lingered, but something which had been on her mind long
before this night had turned out the way it did.  It was something she'd
wanted to do ever since she first saw the beauty that lived across the hall
who was now underneath her and who had just made her come in ways she had
never thought possible.  In short, Carrie wanted to taste Maria and give to
her at least a portion of what Carrie herself had just received.

   Still, it was hard to pull herself away from the simple, relaxing
pleasure of just laying a top of her friend kissing her and enjoying the
contact.  The longing to give pleasure and not just receive it was strong
though.  It pulled on Carrie despite the fact that she was also more than a
little nervous about going down on another girl for the first time in quite
awhile.  It wasn't enough to kill her desire.  It just delayed her a little
while as she gathered her courage and then began to make her way down
Maria's body.

   Carrie wasn't quite as slow or patient as Maria had been, but she still
endeavored to take as much time enjoying her new lover's body as much as
possible.  Kissing and suckling on Maria's nipples, kissing her way across
her breasts, feeling Maria squirm a little under her and coo in response
was all so wonderful and exciting.  The taste of Maria's sweat and the
softness of her skin as Carrie kissed it was intoxicating.  Even the way
Maria seemed to shiver involuntarily when Carrie's hair brushed the
sensitive skin of her belly as Carrie scooted further down her body was
beyond pleasing.  Words would just never be enough to describe any of it
ever.

   Words also would have failed to describe the draw of Maria's wet,
aroused pussy as Carrie worked her way downwards.  The smell, the warmth it
radiated and, finally, the visual beauty of it when Carrie finally found
herself face to face with it was simply glorious.  A virtually hairless
slit with just the thinnest layer of peach fuzz obscuring its lines.  The
lips were puffed up with arousal and it almost shined from wetness in the
soft light of Maria's bedroom.  It was so beautiful that Carrie actually
found herself staring at it in almost stunned disbelief until Maria laughed
at her in her usual light manner.

   "First time?" Maria asked and Carrie was almost offended, but quickly
shook it off when she realized that they'd really never discussed it
before. Also, in a way it was her first time.  Her one and only sexual
experience with another woman (or girl, really).  They`d both been so
immature) had been a drunken, awkward affair performed in darkness and
overshadowed quickly by the repercussions that followed in the light of
morning.  Carrie may have eaten pussy before and seen them in porn, but
she'd never had a chance to see one up close and personal with the
knowledge of what she was about to do with the fragrant, wet flower before
her weighing heavily on her mind.

   "No," Carrie finally answered after her moment of reflection "It's
just... I've never seen..."

   "It's okay," Maria said still laughing a little, cutting her off half
out of kindness and half out of her own need to come.  "I'll take it as
compliment.  Just relax and do what comes naturally.  I trust you.  Just
stop looking at it likes it's some piece of art.  It's my pussy and it
wants you to give it a kiss."

   Carrie couldn't help but smile at the way Maria was talking, but she
also couldn't help but realize that the time for waiting was over.  Maria
wanted to feel her make love to her pussy and she wanted to give her just
that more than she'd ever wanted anything in the world at that moment. 
There was no more time for lollygagging and art appreciation.  Carrie was
going to taste Maria's essence and drink up every last drop of her nectar
and that's exactly what she did.

   At first, her efforts were tentative, exploratory, nothing really more
than a kiss on Maria's other lips.  A tease, really, but also a test as she
inhaled Maria's scent and listened to her soft words of encouragement. 
Then Carrie stuck out her tongue and licked the dewy gash up then down and
all around several times tasting Maria fully as Maria's words began to be
interrupted more and more by pleasing sighs and soft exhalations as Carrie
teased her gently.

   The teasing, however, soon came to a stop as the girls locked eyes and
stared at each other longingly.  The taste Carrie had taken from Maria's
sweet, musky lips only drew her in more and made her desire to make Maria
come that much stronger.  Soon she found herself spreading open Maria's
lips with her fingers so she could lick Maria's pink inwards.

   Maria's hands found their way to Carrie's hair to softly pet her while
the other one took Carrie's free hand and held it tightly as Carrie
continued her exploratory licking.  It was such a simple set of gestures,
but for some reason it really touched Carrie to feel Maria's hand gently
gripping her own.  It was somehow more intimate than anything else they had
done so far.  It just added an extra dimension of closeness that Carrie had
never experienced before.  The dreamy look in Maria's eyes as Carrie stared
up into them from between Maria's thighs just added an extra level to it
that made it all so unbelievably arousing.  Never had Carrie been more
aware of the beauty of giving another woman pleasure and it was only going
to get better the closer she came to making Maria come.

   It was amazing how the simple things seemed to be heightened by the
knowledge that it was Carrie herself who was making Maria squirm with
delight.  The taste of Maria's pussy, the smell, the way Maria seemed to
freeze and stop breathing whenever Carrie found just the right spot to lick
or caress and everything else was all just too wonderful, too unbelievable
to be real.  It was like a dream come true.

   For several minutes Carrie just kept right on licking, suckling and
nibbling gently on Maria's sweet, wet pussy while Maria squirmed and made
soft, melodious noises above her.  There's no real direction to Carrie's
movements beyond seeing what made Maria squeal and what made Maria's breath
catch in her throat.  She wanted to make Maria come, but the more she
licked, the more moist, pink flesh she tasted the more she wanted to taste
it.  It was like a part of her just wanted to lay there all night long
between Maria's thighs and devour her pussy with slow, never ending
patience until Maria made her stop or her tongue fell off.  In fact, it was
exactly that.  This was only the second pussy Carrie had ever tasted and
she already knew she never wanted to stop.

   Maria, too, seemed to be enjoying the soft attentions of her lovely
neighbor and seemed to be in no particular hurry to come.  In fact, she was
in heaven as she cooed and moaned every time Carrie's long, soft tongue
caressed her clit with just the right amount of pressure or she felt
Carrie's teeth nibbling on her inner thigh as her orgasm built continuously
deep inside of her.  She also wasn't afraid to let Carrie know exactly how
good every little lick or what not felt as soft words of encouragement
first trickled from between her lips and then began to pour out in a steady
stream of soft whispered hisses that became more and more distorted and
stuttering as the pleasure inside continued to build.

   Carrie didn't fail to notice the change that was slowly coming over
Maria.  Not just because her words were coming out more broken with each
passing sentence, but because whenever she ventured to direct her
attentions back to Maria's clit the reaction was both instant and very
telling.  The way Maria's whole body seemed to clench up was a good hint as
was the rapid gasp for breath, but the main hint to Carrie that Maria was
ready for Carrie to stop exploring and make her come was the fact that
every time Carrie's tongue found it's way to her clit the soft petting of
Carrie's hair stopped and was replaced by something similar to a death grip
that seemed intent on holding Carrie in place and the longer she denied
this insistent yet wordless plea the firmer the grip became.  Still, Carrie
continued to teasingly lick and taste Maria for as long as she could intent
on enjoying the experience for as long as possible until finally Maria said
something she just couldn't ignore.

   "Please," was all Maria said at first, but it wasn't the word itself
that made Carrie pause and change tact.  No, it was the way Maria said it,
the way Maria's eyes just seemed to radiate her desire.  The word itself
would have been meaningless without that look of longing and need in
Maria's eyes.  By the time Maria managed to spit out the remainder of her
thought with "Please make me come" Carrie's desire to make this last
forever was already fading from her mind.  As Maria sputtered out a third,
barely audible please that idea was dead, buried and completely disregarded
as silly and unimportant and Carrie finally decided to go for the kill.

   "Oh, fuck, that's...yeah, right there... oh god... so beautiful," were
some of the last words out of Maria's mouth as Carrie began to attack
Maria's clit with her mouth.  Words still came, but they were lost in
between Maria's more animalistic expressions of joy and physical ecstasy.
When one of Carrie's fingers found its way inside of Maria's tight, warm
cunt the words stopped altogether.  A short minute and another finger later
and the words returned, but vanished once again in a symphony of pants and
groans as Maria came.

   It was a wonderful, beautiful thing to witness from Carrie's vantage
point between Maria's thighs.  The way her soft, lithe body contorted
itself, the way Maria's did a cute little kick side to side on the bed and
even the way Maria's grip tightened up as the sensations rolled through her
mind and body were all simply exquisite.  To just see it would've been
enough to create an enduring and everlasting impression on Carrie's young
mind, but she was keenly aware of the fact that she was not just a witness
to this beautiful vision of feminine ecstasy she was the cause.  She could
taste the reality of this with tongue and on her lips and she could feel
not just from Maria's movements on the bed but with her fingers as Maria's
pussy convulsed around them.  It was an amazing freeing, satisfying and
joyous feeling to Carrie as she kept on licking and prodding Maria's pussy
relentlessly even as Maria began to sink back into reality.

   Carrie had fully intended to try and fully return the pleasure Maria had
given her, but as Maria came to and beckoned Carrie to join her in a kiss
Carrie found herself unable to resist.  Partially this was because Maria
was pulling her upwards by the hand she still held tightly as well as with
her other hand that had so recently been busy pulling Carrie's hair, but
also because the flushed, satisfied look on Maria's pretty face and the
breathless way she said "Let me kiss you, baby" was just too sweet to
resist.  Besides, somehow Carrie just knew they were no where close to done
and as the kiss deepened it became obvious that this feeling was absolutely
correct.

   At first though, the kiss was just a kiss.  A long, loving, sweaty kiss,
but still just a kiss.  Their hands roamed freely across each other's
bodies, the both kissed lips, ears, necks, eyelids and many, many other
things as they slid against each other and sighed into the other's soft
mouth.  For what seemed like an eternity they laid their locked in their
embrace just enjoying the feel of each other's body until something
wonderful happened and the kiss became something much more.

   It began with the sliding.  At first, it was nothing special just Carrie
and Maria moving against each other slowly enjoying the feel of it all. 
Then their nipples touched and it was like a small electric shock that ran
through both of them.  It hit Carrie especially hard and she soon found
herself trying very hard to keep their nipples lined up so they could do it
again and again.  It felt simply wonderful.  A small pleasure that she'd
felt before in their earlier embraces, but one that was somehow magnified
at that moment to something much greater.  Soon, however, it would be
overshadowed by something even better.

   It took awhile though for this something better to occur, but when it
did it was amazing, but incredibly simple.  It began with Maria shifting
her body underneath Carrie's ever so subtly.  Just a slight movement of her
hips and legs that didn't even register with Carrie until she felt
something soft, but firm pressing against her still very aroused pussy.  It
was, of course, Maria's thigh and for a moment it too failed to truly
register in Carrie's mind until she too shifted for comforts sake only to
find that velvety smooth thigh pressed even harder against her sex and
then, without even thinking about it, Carrie pressed back.

   Another shock raced through Carrie's body from the friction on her clit
as she began to slowly grind herself against Maria's thigh.  This was
followed by another sharp tingle of pleasure as her body took over and she
began to hump herself against her lover's thigh more aggressively.  Maria's
hands found their way down to Carrie's taut, flexing butt cheeks to grip
them pulling Carrie tightly to her as she too began to grind herself
against Carrie's thigh once Carrie's mind became fully conscious of what
her body was doing and moved herself into a slightly better position.

   It was not planned, it was not expected, but what they were now doing
together was both wonderful and exhilarating.  The combination of the
friction on each other`s sex as they ground against each other`s thigh, the
feel of their already sweaty bodies getting sweatier as they pulled each
other closer and the fact that they could feel all this while kissing each
other passionately was just too much.  As the tension continued to build
Carrie just knew she'd happened upon something wonderful.

   And the tension did indeed continue to build until soon they weren't
really grinding against each other.  They were fucking.  They were fucking
without the aid of any toys, without the need for some man with his cock
and its inherent failings.  All they needed was the feel of each other's
soft, warm bodies and the joyful pounding of pelvises against sweaty, firm
flesh.  It was great.  It was glorious.  It was just too fucking good.

   Soon the bed springs were creaking madly under their complimentary
thrusting.  Their kiss broke, but did not end.  Instead it just moved and
soon Carrie was biting madly at Maria's shoulder while Maria licked and
kissed the sensitive flesh of Carrie's neck and ears as they panted into
each other's flesh.  All the while the tension continued to build until it
just couldn't be contained within either of them and suddenly, almost
without warning, Carrie was shooting off into the stratosphere as she
fucked herself against Maria wantonly.  Maria soon followed suit and for a
brief moment they were both lost together in a universe made entirely of
sexual bliss.

   The rest of the night was more of the same as the girls explored each
other's bodies into the wee hours of the morning not even thinking of going
to bed until the sun was streaming in through the blinds.  When they
finally relented and allowed each other to fall asleep they still
maintained that wonderful skin on skin contact holding each other tightly
as they slept both perfectly comfortable with all they had just done and
not bothering to even say anything to the other that couldn't be
communicated with their actions.

   When morning (or mid-afternoon, really) came not much had changed.  They
didn't bother questioning anything or discussing it endlessly.  They merely
made love once more before heading to the shower and making love once again
under the warm comforting spray with barely a word spoken that wasn't
directly related to what they were doing to each other until finally it was
time to part as Maria had to go work a short shift and even then they both
kept it simple and refrained from making the other worry about the abrupt
change that had just come about in their relationship.

   "Will you come over tonight?" Maria said after they'd both dressed and
then kissed once more at the doorway where they'd first made each other
come.

   "Of course I will," Carrie said with a bright, satisfied smile before
kissing Maria once more and then saying "Thank you."

   "For what?" Maria said honestly confused.

   "For the best night of my entire life," Carrie added still smiling
brightly.

   "No problem," Maria chuckled lightly before adding "Thank you, too, I
guess.  You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that with you and how
much I want to do to you tonight."

   "You know," Carrie said even as butterflies of uncontrollable
anticipation began to form in her belly at the mere thought that there
might be more to come "You could always just call in sick..."

   "Patience, beautiful," Maria said as pulled Carrie tightly to her once
more "Tonight, okay?"

   "Okay," Carrie responded quietly as Maria drew her in for more kiss
before they headed out the door hand in hand and they walked together to
Maria`s car.  They kissed once more once they got there and then with one
last reminder about their plans for the night they said good bye and Carrie
almost floated back up the stairs to her apartment.

   She had no idea what the future might hold beyond the plans they'd just
made, but that didn't matter one little bit.  At that moment she felt more
content, more undeniably happy then she'd ever had before.  Even if that
night would mark the end of her sexual relationship with Maria she just
knew that there was now a whole world of wonders out there waiting for her
to just reach out and grab it and she had every intention of doing just
that.

   Still, she hoped Maria would be in her life for a long, long time.  She
needn't have worried about it, though.  Carrie and Maria would be in each
other's lives for a long time to come.  The night before and the night
still to come were just the beginning and what came after only got better
and better.