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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who my
audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.

           - The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
		by  Ann Douglas
                      Part 2

	Nicole had automatically switched to what
she offtimes referred to as her inquisitor mode.  The
conviction in her voice grew with each word.
	“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Cynthia finally managed to stammer.  She wasn’t
used to being on the defensive.
	“Oh yes you do.”  Nicole retorted with the
same  confidence she had exhibited in front of some
of the states most noted judges.
	Cynthia sensed that something she would
rather not have remembered was about to resurface.
She wanted to jump out of the pool and run. Yet, a
small voice deep within her called out for attention.
It urged her to let matters take their course.
	“When you mentioned last night that you had
pledged mid-year back in  1950, it really didn’t sound
right to me.  I don’t know why, maybe just the
investigator in me playing out a hunch.  It’s one of
my bad habits, I can’t let a feeling like that go by
without following up on it. On the positive side,
following some of those hunches have gotten me
where I am today.”
	Nicole paused for a moment, waiting to see if
Cynthia was going to object to her going on any
further.
	“Anyway, a client of mine, is the current
recording secretary for the Delta Theta Phi alumni
association.  She’s class of ‘87 by the way and also a
lesbian.  You might find that interesting.  Anyway,
going on the idea that my memory might just be
faulty, I called her this morning and asked her to look
up and see if there had ever been a mid-term pledging
in 1950 or any other year.  She said that since all the
old records had been computerized a few years back
it would be no trouble to find out.  She called me
back only an hour ago with the information.”
	Cynthia was now totally still as well as silent.
	“She said that there had never been a
mid-term pledge in ‘50 or any other year.  She asked
why and I told her I was working on a discrimination
case remarkable like the Jennifer Hallis scandal of
that year.  I just wanted to use it as a little
background. I asked if we had any current
information on the girls involved in the incident.  She
said unfortunately no, most of the girls who where
kicked out had their records expunged by the college
administration. In fact, except for the file on Jennifer
herself, there were no other entries on who even was
involved. I had thanked her and was about to hang
up when she casually mentioned that there was
another name in the file - Jennifer’s roommate that
last year.  It was just an entry in the room assignment
form, there was nothing else on the girl.  The name
was Cynthia Donnelley.”
	Cynthia’s face turned pale.
	“I remember Courtney mentioning her
grandmother Donnelley.”  Nicole said excitedly.
“That was your maiden name..wasn’t it?”
	The older woman’s silence confirmed it.
	“You were her roommate.”  She continued,
making it a statement more than a question.
	“Yes.”  Cynthia meekly answered, decades of
denial lifting with that single syllable.
	“....and her lover.”
	“Yes, ... I was.”  this time it came easier.
	A level of excitement filled Nicole. The same
excitement that filled her when she broke a guilty
party on the witness stand.  The elation was short
lived as she suddenly realized what she had actually
done.  This wasn’t some courtroom, it was the home
of a friend.  And this wasn’t an adversary but simply
a woman who had told a simple lie about her life of
almost half a century before. 	
	“Oh damn, Cynthia.”  Nicole recalled in
horror at what she’d done.  “I’m so sorry.  I don’t
know what came over me.  I can’t believe I acted like
I did.”
	“It’s OK.”  Cynthia said, knowing that the
younger woman was honestly upset at what she’d
done.  “It’s OK, it doesn’t matter.  I don’t know why
I still lied about it all these years.  It was so long
ago.”
	“Does Courtney know?”  Nicole asked, partly
out of a curiosity that couldn’t be surpressed and a
desire not to be the one to accidentally tell her.
	“No, she doesn’t know anything about that
period of my life or that her mother was once also
into women.”
	“Women?”  Nicole repeated.  “You had other
lovers after that?”
	“What the hell, I might as well tell you the
whole story.”  Cynthia said with a smile. “Someone
should know what it was really like back then.”
	“You don’t have to.”  Nicole said, hoping at
the same time that she would. “I was way out of line
with what I did.”
	“What’s done is done.”  started Cynthia.
“Besides, now that I want to get it all out, maybe it’ll
be easier telling it to a stranger.”  She paused for a
few beats and then added.  “Then when I’m done, we
wouldn’t really be strangers anymore.”
	Now it was Nicole’s turn to remain silent and
just listen.  Cynthia seemed to be looking far away,
even though she was looking straight at her.  The
lawyer knew the older woman was looking past the
mist of years past.
	
	“Most of what you heard about the Jennifer
Hallis story is pretty much true.  My father was on
the Board of Trustees for Sara Douglas, just as his
father was before him. There was no way that they
was going to tag the daughter and granddaughter of
the Donnelly’s of Tarrytown with a lesbian label. So
my own  involvement in the indecent was the first
one removed. A stern facility monitor put an end to
the parties and such, but she couldn’t be everywhere
and where there was a will there was always a way.”
	Nicole listened intently, her mind carefully
absorbing every word.
	“Right after graduation, my parents married
me off to Courtney’s father.  It was almost an
arranged marriage.  It wasn’t so bad at first.  I liked
men too and much to my own mother’s horror,
wasn’t a virgin on my wedding night.  We had a lot
in common back then, and to be honest the prospect
of the lesbian lifestyle back in the Eisenhower Era
was non-existent. We were as happy as could be
expected for the first year or so.  Then things began
to change.”
	“How so?”  Nicole inquired.
	“It would been nice to say it was John who
strayed first.  Given his current predilection for such
things, it would be easy to say.  But if I’m going to
set the lies to rest the truth will have to prevail.  So I
have to admit that I was the first one to break our
vows.  And as I’m sure you’ve discovered on your
own, once you’ve crossed that forbidden line the first
time, the second time is a lot easier.”
	“First time?”  Nicole asked, a little confused.
	“I say first time because it was a lot different
in college than the real world.  Even back then, you
could do things that might not exactly be socially
acceptable in college and get away with them.  So
I’ve always considered my first encounter with
another woman outside of that safe and controlled
environment as my first time.”
	Nicole saw that there was a certain sense to
what she’d said and nodded.
	About a year and a half after we’d been
married, long before I was pregnant with Courtney,
we moved to San Francisco for John to take a
graduate program out there. It seemed a good idea at
the time.  We were starting to have our problems and
a fresh start in a new local  might’ve been just what
we needed.  As with most quick fixes, this didn’t
solve anything.  We’d brought out problems with
us.”
	“Anyway, we’d gone out one night to a
go-go bar - John’s idea.  I’m not sure if you really
understand what one of those was, there’s really no
current equivalent.  They’d have girls dancing either
on stage or on podiums scattered around the club.
Understand that these were dancers, not strippers
and definitely not hookers. Although I was told there
were other clubs that had both.”
	“After the show, John had invited one of the
dancers over to our tables to have a drink. This in
itself wasn’t that unusual as we’d been to similar
clubs before and John had also invited dancers for a
drink.  What greatly surprised me this time was that
the dancer was a young black woman. John had
never shown any interest in black women before.
And of course this was the late 50’s, years before
interracial affairs were all the rage.  Her name if I
recall correctly was Diane.   We chatted a while and
had a few more drinks besides.  Like he was wont to
do, John flirted with the young lady who couldn’t
have been much more than 20.  She seemed so young
as I think about it, yet I was only 26 myself back
then.“	
	“I suddenly became aware of a touch against
my leg.  At first I chalked it up to John being playful
under the small table, then realized it was on the
wrong leg for it to be John. I turned to Diane and
with a smile she acknowledged what was obviously
an invitation.  To this day, I don’t know if she
somehow knew I might be receptive or just tried that
with any woman she found interesting, trusting that
they wouldn’t make a scene in front of their
husbands.”
	“I excused myself to use the ladies room and
Diane said she’d join me.  No sooner had the door
closed behind us when she grabbed me and pushed
me against the wall and kissed me.  She hadn’t even
made sure that all the stalls were empty, trusting
instead that there were few women in attendance that
night and that the other dancers would use the rest
room backstage.”
	“I can still recall the taste of her lips against
mine and the fire it send through me.  I was like a
woman who’d been denied water for a long time,
suddenly tossed into a clear pool of sweet liquid.  We
pulled at each other’s clothes, and I found her lips
now on my breasts, then her fingers against my clit.
It couldn’t have taken me more than a few minutes to
reach orgasm, a climax that I still remember as
leaving me weak in the knees.  Then as quick as it all
had been, it was all over.  We made ourselves
presentable and rejoined my husband.  The only
indication he ever had that something had changed
that night was that he found me somewhat
unresponsive later that night.  Usually after a visit to
one of those bars I was as horny as could be.  As we
were leaving, John asked Diane for her phone
number saying that maybe the three of us could get
together sometime.  With smile she wrote it out and
then ripped it in half when John wasn’t looking.  She
handed him the top half and while he concentrated on
looking down her blouse, pressed the bottom half of
the note into my hand.  John’s note turned out to
contain the number for the public library.  Mine was
her home number.  I was to have an affair with her
that lasted until John graduated and we moved back
east.”
	“So you like black women?”  Nicole asked.
	“I never really gave the color of her skin
much thought.”  said Cynthia.  “It was the person
inside, not the wrapping she came in that interested
me.”
	“After that, I knew it was going to take some
strong medicine to put the genie back in the bottle,
so to speak.”  Cynthia continued. “Medicine that
John just wasn’t able to supply.  Still we made the
best of it all. We started our business when we got
back home, and a family as well.  Courtney’s older
brother, John Jr. who lives in Florida now was born
in ‘59. Sue, our other daughter was born in ‘62 and
lives with her husband and kids in New Jersey.  After
a while, your life tends to go on a sort of auto-pilot.
You watch your kids grow, try to build a better life
for them.”
	“Sexually speaking, those were pretty dry
years.  John and I had occasional relations, enough to
surprise me with a pregnancy for my 40th birthday.
Courtney’s birth brought another turning point into
my life.  In a direct cause and effect way, it led to my
first real love affair with another woman.  As
opposed to the primarily sexual encounters I’d had in
the past.”
	Nicole had to admit to herself that she found
Cynthia’s personal history to be fascinating.
	“Our company was undergoing some critical
changes at that time, so I felt that it would be a bad
idea for me to take a leave of absence like I’d done
for John Jr. and Sue.  So I hired a nurse/governess
to watch after Courtney during the day.  Her name
was Sonja Brundtland and she had just moved to the
United States from Norway.  Although ten years
younger then me, Sonja and I became fast friends.
As time passed, we discovered to our mutual delight
that we shared a certain other taste as well.  It was
the first time I really felt for another woman on an
emotional level.  I guess it was that ease that we both
felt around each other that caused us to become
careless.”
	“One snowy winter day, with all the kids off
at their grandparent’s and John off to the airport on
yet another trip, Sonja and I settled down in front of
the fireplace with a bottle of wine and each other.  It
wasn’t long before that wine and a smile was all that
we were wearing.”
	“A rising storm had canceled John’s flight and
he had reluctantly returned home.  He would’ve
preferred to have returned to his latest assistant’s
apartment to wait out the storm but evidently she had
a roommate that just wouldn’t have understood.
Since her roommate was 6’2” and built like a
halfback, John decided not to test the point.
Evidently she hadn’t mentioned to her boyfriend that
she was going on more than a business trip.”
	“So anyway, there I was, naked as the day I
was born and licking the wine off Sonja’s breasts
when I look up and see John standing over us.   Not
knowing what else to say, I picked up the empty
crystal from the floor and asked if I could pour him a
glass.”
	“ He wasn’t amused to say the least. And to
be honest, I really didn’t care.  Our marriage had
been a sham for so long that maybe it would be better
to end it.  He said that he wasn’t going to be made a
fool of in an open court, not to mention the effect it
might have on the family owned company.  He’d
been screwing one bimbo after another for years and
now that I’d finally found someone I cared about he
wasn’t going to stand in by way.”
	“He said he was willing to maintain a
marriage in name only, not that our union had been
much more than that for some time, but that Sonja
would have to go.  Not just out of our house, but out
of my life.  I told him were he could put that idea and
believe me in wasn’t in a pretty place.  Where did he
ever get the idea that I would ever go along with
such a ridiculous arrangement?”
	“That was when he dropped his bombshell.  If
I pressed for a divorce, he seek custody of all the
kids.  He said no judge, however liberal, was going
to let a lesbian raise his kids.  You have to remember
that was twenty years ago, and reluctantly I had to
admit he was right.  It was both the hardest and at
the same time, easiest decision I ever had to make.
As much as I loved Sonja, I loved my children more.
She left that night.”
	“Have you ever seen her since?”  Nicole
asked.
	“I got a card from her about eight months
later, she was going home to Norway.  I never heard
from her after that.”  Cynthia said.

	Nicole didn’t really hear what Cynthia said
after that. Too many strange thoughts were flashing
through her mind.  In the twenty years since she had
first realized she was attracted to other women, that
attraction had never extended to an older woman.
That was until this moment.  Cynthia, she reminded
herself, was old enough to be her mother.  In fact,
she was the mother of one of her friends.  Yet as she
looked at the woman, now only inches away from
her, her appreciation of her beauty increased
immensely and age became irrelevant.  Try as she
could, Nicole couldn’t recall the last time she felt this
drawn to someone.
	The fire in Nicole’s breasts was reflected
between her legs.  It was obvious that the wetness
there was caused by far more than the cool pool
water.  Never in her life had she wanted any woman
as much as she wanted Cynthia at this moment.  The
haunting question was, did Cynthia feel the same
way?
	Unwilling to ask and risk rejection, equally
unwilling to step back from the edge, Nicole let the
flames of her desire take over and acted on instinct.
She felt her body moving forward of it’s own accord,
followed a brief moment later by the press of
Cynthia’s lips against her own.

	Cynthia was taken by surprise by Nicole’s
kiss.  It was a pleasant surprise all the same. It had
been so many years since the older woman had felt
the touch of another woman, she had almost
forgotten how good it could be.  In response to a
gentle pressure against her lips, she opened her
mouth and admitted the dark woman’s invading
tongue.
	The touch of Cynthia’s tongue against her
own was enough to turn the brushfire within her into
a raging inferno. She reached up and pulled Cynthia’s
face against her own, planting kiss after kiss on her
willing lips. Each time, the blonde responded in turn,
meeting the passion of Nicole’s assault with her own.
	“I wasn’t sure how you’d react to that.”
Nicole said softly as she broke a final kiss.
	“It was unexpected, but nice.” Cynthia
replied.
	“Before anything else happens, maybe I
should explain about Courtney and I.....”  Nicole said
as she took a half step backward.
	“Courtney already explained it all to me.”
Cynthia interrupted as she took hold of the younger
woman’s hand and kept her close. “And is this going
to go any further?”
	“Do you want it to?”  Nicole asked as she
closed her hand around Cynthia’s in a reassuring
grip.
	Cynthia smiled.  Three days ago, the idea of
renewing her interest in lesbian sex would’ve never
entered her mind.  It had been so long since she’d
entertained such thoughts.  Yet, the simple act of
unburdening herself to Nicole seemed to take
decades off of her.  The emotions of that bathroom
tryst so long ago found new life.
	Cynthia reached out and placed her open
palms against Nicole’s breasts.  Wet and soft, they
seemed to generate a heat all their own.  Brushing
her thumbs against the erect dark brown nipples
brought a soft sigh from Nicole’s mouth.
	“I may be a little rusty at this.”  she quipped.
	“I think you’re doing fine.”  Nicole said as
she pressed her body against Cynthia’s own.
	“I want you.”  Nicole said with conviction.
	“And I you.” was Cynthia’s reply.
	That was all the younger woman needed to
hear.  She reached up and pulled the straps of
Cynthia’s suit down over her shoulders, exposing her
large plentiful mounds.  No sooner were they
exposed to the open air when her mouth was on
them.  With a savage hunger, she took Cynthia’s
equally large nipples between her teeth and lips.  The
thought that these were the same breasts that
Courtney had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill
to her.  One which caused her inferno to blaze even
hotter.
	Even as her mouth feasted on Cynthia’s
bountiful charms, Nicole slid her hand underwater
and between Cynthia’s legs.  Her fingers slid under
the thin material of her suit and pressed against the
bushy mouth within.
	Now it was Cynthia’s turn to moan as she felt
the touch of a lover’s hand where only she had
touched for so very long.  Then it moved to the
center of the mound and rubbed against it.  As her
finger became lubricated by the wetness there, Nicole
slowly slid it between the folds.  A soft gasp escaped
Cynthia's lips as Nicole slid the finger in and out,
soon following it with a second.
	“Oh yes...”  Cynthia said softly as she leaned
back against the edge of the pool and enjoyed
Nicole’s dual ministrations.
	The constant friction of Nicole’s hand against
her clit sent ripples of delight radiating out from
Cynthia’s pussy.  Coupled with the delightful mixture
of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it was
enough to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
	As the volume of the moans in Nicole’s ears
grew in intensity, so did the frequency of her
penetrations.  A small series of mini-quakes began to
rock the older woman’s body, heralding the arrival of
a long absent rapture.
	Suddenly, Cynthia’s body stiffened as the
cascading waves of bliss broke on the shoals of her
sexuality.  Her pulse raced and her breaths became
shallow.  Had she not already been immersed in
water, her body would’ve been covered with sweat.
	“Oh God!”  she panted as she collapsed
exhausted against the side of the pool.  “I can’t
believe how long its been since I felt so good.”
	“I can make you feel even better.” Nicole
purred as she pressed her cheek against Cynthia’s.
	“I’d like that.” Cynthia replied.


	Dripping wet, Nicole climbed out of the pool
into the warm afternoon air.  Cynthia followed close
behind.
	“I think I need a few minutes to catch my
breath.”  Cynthia said as she sat on the beach chair
poolside.
	“Why don’t you relax on this towel.”  Nicole
suggested as she indicated the large oversized beach
towel spread out on the ground.  “I give a great
massage.”
	“Sounds like an excellent suggestion.”
Cynthia laughed as she moved from the chair to the
ground.
	Now, out in the open, Nicole had a chance to
get her first real look at Cynthia’s nude form.  If she
hadn’t already known her age, her guess would be at
least a decade younger.
	 Of course the first thing any man or woman
would’ve noticed were her prodigious breasts.  The
dark pink circles in the center of each were over two
inches wide, the long snubs in the middle were thick
and almost a quarter inch long.  The rest of her body
reflected the passage of years, most noticeably the
gray and white of her pubic mound.  Still, she was an
attractive woman and could radiate a raw sexuality
that Nicole found enticing.
	Positioning herself in a kneeing position to
Cynthia’s right, Nicole began to massage her
shoulders.  Her grip could be both strong and gentle,
working magic on the older woman’s flesh.  Expertly
she worked her way down, applying pressure to the
small of Cynthia’s back before she moved outward to
her arms.
	Laying face down with her eyes closed,
Cynthia was enjoying the massage.  Nicole was better
than the professional masseuse at the health club
where she worked out.
	A broad smile filled her face as she imagined
what would be the reaction of her neighbor, Mrs.
Carlsen if she were to look out her window right
now. The sign of Cynthia naked, laying under an
equally naked black woman half her age might be
enough to give the snoopy bitty a heart attack.  True,
the houses were far apart to supposedly afford a
large measure of privacy, but there had been a few
times Cynthia had spotted Mrs. Carlsen standing on
her porch with her telescope pointed at anything but
the heavens.
	“Oooo”  Cynthia sighed as she felt Nicole’s
hands press against her buttocks.  “That feels good.”
	Nicole continued down along the older
woman’s legs, then began working her way upward
once more.  When she got back to Cynthia’s
shoulders, she swung her leg over the prone form and
straddled her new love.
	Lowing herself, she pressed her own not
unimpressive breasts against the small of Cynthia’s
back and rubbed them up and down.  She continued
bottomward retracing the path she had just
completed, this time replacing her hands with her
generous mounds.
	“Mmmm, that feels even better.”  Cynthia
commented.
	This time, Nicole paused at Cynthia’s wide
bottom and began to cover it with soft kisses.  She
spread her cheeks and kissed the sensitive area in
between.  Reaching inward with her tongue, she
caressed her anal entry.  Cynthia jumped with
excitement, no one had ever done that to her.  As
Nicole continued to probe Cynthia’s nether region,
she reached down between her legs and again rubbed
the swollen clit she had so stimulated a short time
before. This again brought a series of pleasing moans
to her ears.
	“Roll over.”  she said as she lifted herself to
give Cynthia room.
	More than happy to comply, Cynthia shifted
onto her back.  Nicole quickly lowered herself once
more and replaced her finger with her tongue.
Already saturated, Cynthia’s pussy offered no
resistance to the hard tip of Nicole’s tongue.  It slid
effortlessly into it’s dark recess, bringing with it a
whole new series of erotic delights.
	A small residue of sticky film from her recent
orgasm still remained.  Nicole quickly licked it clean,
savoring the taste.  She took a moment to compare
the flavor to Courtney’s.  While different, it was just
as pleasing.
	Not content to just lay back, Cynthia took
hold of the back of Nicole’s head and pressed her
deeper into the crevice between her legs.  Right now
she couldn’t care if the entire town council, of which
she was a member, was pulling up the driveway.  All
that mattered was that Nicole left her tongue exactly
where it was.
	Again, it didn’t take long for Nicole’s
experienced touch to drive Cynthia over the brink.
Spreading her legs wide to give Nicole the widest
possible access, Cynthia bucked forward with each
dart of Nicole’s eager tongue.  Repeatedly it slid in
and out of her moist hole, then up and down the
length of her cunt before sliding inward once more.
	“Oh God, I’m cumming again!” Cynthia
shouted.
	While the explosion that rocked her body
wasn’t as powerful as the one which had preceded it,
still it was more than enough.  Her face pressed
tightly against Cynthia’s mound, Nicole quickly
lapped up the results of her efforts.  Undiluted by the
water which had mixed with her last orgasm, the
feminine ambrosia make Nicole hunger for more.
	Now it was Nicole’s turn.  She quickly began
licking up way up the length of Cynthia’s body.  She
paused at her breasts just long enough to give each a
playful kiss.  A kiss that was repeated against
Cynthia’s willing lips.
	Lifting herself upward, Nicole continued until
her breasts were even with those selfsame lips.
Balancing herself on one hand, Nicole lifted her right
breast and offered it to Cynthia.
	It was an offering that the blonde woman was
eager to take.  She lifted herself up until her lips
closed on the dark brown nipples, sucking it deep
into her mouth.
	 It had been more years than Cynthia cared to
remember, but the taste of honey that she always
associated with a woman’s breasts quickly brought
back memories of how to please.  Her own tongue
tickled the tip of the chocolate nipple, then ran circles
around the dark aureole.  Then she left a trail of
kisses and gentle nibbles down the side of the lighter
tan globe and up the side of it’s twin.  Nicole
couldn’t help but be impressed by the older woman’s
skill.
	As much as she wanted to attend to the fire
between her legs, a blaze that was crying for
attention, Nicole wanted to wait until she was sure
Cynthia had her fill.  Finally, she sensed Cynthia’s
desire for her ebony orbs had been satisfied and
pulled them from her mouth.
	Cynthia reluctantly released her hold on the
chocolate delight held between her lips, mindful that
even greater delights were still to come.  She eased
herself back against the towel even as Nicole moved
even further upward, until her legs were on each side
of Cynthia’s head - her own dark mound inches from
her face.
	The scent of Nicole’s womanhood filled
Cynthia’s nostrils, moments before the younger
woman lowered herself and filled her mouth with the
taste to go with the aroma.
	Like an eager schoolgirl, Cynthia reached out
duplicated the actions Nicole had so aptly
demonstration on her.   Her thoughts drifted
backward to years gone by, and to lovers long since
forgotten.  Until this moment, she didn’t realize how
much she had missed this.  Or that how much she
envied her daughter for having had the strength to
follow her conviction.
	The thought of Courtney and the fact that she
was in exactly the same position she’d see her in last
night, with the same lover was a fact that she found
highly erotic.  She wondered if Nicole felt the same
way.
	If Nicole were willing to share her thoughts,
she couldn’t find the voice to do so.  Every aspect of
her being was centered on the tongue within her cunt
and the unbelievable feeling of joy that was radiating
from it. Over the years, Nicole had more lovers than
she could easily recall.  Some had been better than
others.  Through it all, Nicole had considered herself
a skillful lover.  But she had to admit, she herself
could take lessons from Cynthia.
	Hands pressed tightly against the soft buns of
Nicole’s ass, Cynthia pulled her lover as close as she
could.  Nicole moaned again and again as Cynthia's
tongue worked it's way deep within her.  The more
the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled her mouth,
the more intense became Cynthia's desire to bring the
girl to a new level of euphoria.
	Finally, Nicole’s body tensed and she arched
her body, stretching out her arms for support.  She
trembled with indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave
of  girlcum burst upon across Cynthia's pulsating
tongue and open mouth.  Pressing her face as far
within the girl's open valley as she could, Cynthia
swallowed surge upon surge of womanly joy.  It was
like sweat nectar, bringing with it the memories of
youth.  She made herself a promise that it wouldn't
be anywhere near as long before she tasted it again.
	So intense had been Nicole's eruption, that
Cynthia was unable to swallow all of it. Small
drippings of the precious fruit of her efforts ran off
her chin and  down to her breasts.  Her mouth and
nose were likewise covered with a sweet film of
girljuice.
	“Who says you can’t go back again.”  Cynthia
said to herself as Nicole laid down beside her.
	She pulled the younger woman closer and
kissed her again, the taste of female love still on her
lips.

	Later that night, Cynthia and Nicole were
laying in bed together, enjoying each other’s
company.  The phone rang and Cynthia reluctantly
answered it.
	“Hi Mom!”  said an excited Courtney.
“How’s everything going?”
	“Oh everything’s fine, sweetheart.” Cynthia
answered as she tried to keep from laughing as
Nicole tickled under her breast.
	“How are you getting along with Nicole?”
Courtney asked.  “I’m hope you really didn’t mind
my telling her it was OK to spend the weekend.”
	“Oh, no problem.”  Cynthia beamed as she
playfully slapped Nicole’s hand.  “In fact we’ve been
getting along fabulously.”
	“Really?”
	“Oh you know how it is with the girls of
Delta Theta Phi...”  Cynthia laughed.  “Its just a
matter of finding a common taste.”


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