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This is a collection of Ann Douglas Stories in three
parts.  It is posted as a collection for the convenience
of readers.  Thanks to Ann Douglas for writing the stories.

His Best Friend's Secret

Part One

"Hey Craig, you down there?" Matt Harris called out as he
started down the basement staircase.

"I'm in back, Matt," called out a strong masculine voice
from the bottom of the stairs. "Come on down."

Quickly, the five-foot-eight teenager made his way down
the stairs leading to the basement of the Longwood house.
The room at the foot of the steps had been converted to a
small apartment, complete with kitchenette and bath. It
was exactly the kind of place Matt wished he had in his
own house. It was the first time he had been down here.
Previously Craig's parents had rented out the small room,
but turned it over to Craig two weeks ago as a graduation
present. He was still in the process of moving in.

"I'm in here, Matt," came the voice from the outer room.

As Matt stepped through the doorway, he could see that
this half of the basement was much more like the one in
his own house: rough, bare cement walls, exposed pipes,
ceiling beams. Part of the basement had been converted to
storage bins. Another third was taken up by the boiler and
water heater. All the way in the back, near the outer
door, was a weight bench and several rows of barbells. It
was on that bench that he found his friend.

"I'll be with you in a few minutes."

Craig puffed as he lifted the heavy barbell as high as he
could.

"I only have a few more sets and I'm done."

"No problem," Matt replied as he looked down on the
muscular youth on the bench. "I guess I'm a little early,
anyway."

Craig Harris, at eighteen, was six months older than Matt.
He was also five inches taller and about twenty pounds
heavier. Clad only in a thin pair of blue gym trunks, most
of his tanned body was exposed to view. More than half the
girls in their graduating class would've been willing to
drop their pants in a minute if they were standing in
Matt's place.

The younger teen took a moment to add up the weights on
the barbell Craig was using, quickly deciding that it was
far more than he could ever lift. It wasn't that the
blonde-haired young man wasn't in good shape. In fact, he
had been on the high school's baseball team. Matt had more
of a lean, athletic build, while Craig had been working
out with weights since his early teens and had played
football for that long as well.

He watched his friend complete a few more sets and
realized with a small shock that he was staring at the
steams of sweat running down his well-developed chest and
arms.

"Why don't I take a look at the computer while you finish
up here?" Matt said as he began to turn away.

"Good idea," Craig said, as he paused for a moment with
the heavy weight again fully extended at arm's length.
"All the stuff my uncle sent over is piled up on my desk."

Back in the small apartment, Matt sat down on the
computer, which had been set up on the desk and hit the on
switch. It wasn't long before the screen came to life and
filled with the old familiar windows 3.1 setup. The
computer had been given to Craig by his uncle when he got
a newer system. The computer wasn't the top of the line
model that you'd find if you walked into any store today,
but it was more than Craig needed. Matt was a firm
believer that no one really needed all of that crap that
was stuffed into computers nowadays-at least not for home
use. He picked up the spec sheet and quickly ran it down:
33 MHz cpu, 8 Megs RAM, 540M hard drive. It was still a
good machine, no matter what anyone said. It fact, the
only reason Craig's uncle had gotten a new one was that
the older machine had a problem with a lot of the new
upgrades that he wanted to hook up. It was cheaper in the
long run to just buy a new one.

The one upgrade that the young man was glad to see was the
28.8 bps modem that Craig's uncle had put in. The spec
sheet said that it had originally come with a 2400 bps
modem. Matt cringed at the thought of showing his friend
how to get online at that speed. He quickly brought up the
File Manager and checked what was in the hard drive.

"Over 300 Megs available," Matt thought, then smiled.
"They did a good job of cleaning up the drive."

The last time he had volunteered to help a friend set up
an old computer, the drive had been so crammed full of
junk that it had taken him hours just to delete all of it.
Since the main thing that Craig was interested in was
getting online, Matt brought up the copy of Netscape that
had been left. The account information in its memory still
belonged to Craig's uncle, so Matt deleted it and entered
the info for his own online account. Once Craig learned
how to get around online, he'd call up TIAC and get his
friend his own account.

"Now where did he put those notes?" he asked himself as he
searched a desk filled with manuals and printed sheets.
"Craig could learn a few things about organization."

Finally he spotted the folder he was looking for on the
far edge of the desk. He reached out for it, but bumped
the pile of papers and the folder fell behind the dresser,
next to the desk.

"Shit," he muttered as he got up out of the chair to
retrieve it.

Matt had to pull the bureau out a little to reach down and
behind it. He spotted the folder resting next to a pile of
magazines that must have fallen down there earlier on.

"Craig really has to learn how to pick up," Matt laughed,
as he grabbed both the folder and the books, pulling them
up.

Dropping the four magazines onto the nearby bed, the red-
shirted young man was about to turn his attention back to
the computer when the title of one periodical caught his
eye.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed loudly, before he could check
himself. He quickly looked over his shoulder to see
whether his friend had heard him.

After a few seconds Matt turned his attention back to the
magazine. The banner on the top read "Hombre." Underneath
it was a picture of a well-developed Hispanic man wearing
only a pair of cut-off jeans. Flipping through the pages
of the book, Matt saw that it was filled with similar
pictures of men. Only they weren't wearing any jeans. They
weren't wearing anything else, for that matter.

"Damn," he whispered to himself, ever conscious of his
friend's presence in the outer room.

Matt quickly picked up the second book. It was called
"Ebony and Ivory." Unlike the first magazine, this one had
much more than nude shots. The men in this book were black
and white and they were engaged in various sexual
activities. He stopped on one page in particular that
showed a young white teen, who couldn't be more than
eighteen years old, kneeling in front of a muscular black
man in his forties. The young man had his mouth wrapped
firmly around the older man's cock.

Fueled by curiosity, he turned to another publication
called "Young Men In Lust." Unlike the other two books,
this had no articles. It was filled, instead, with glossy
pictures of teenaged boys having sex with each other. All
of the boys in the book looked to be about his and Craig's
age. In fact, there was a picture of a young man taking a
cock up his ass that Matt thought looked a little like
him. So much, in fact, that the picture, following all the
others, had given him a hard-on. He was about to see what
the last book was about when he heard steps behind him.

"How are you making out, buddy?" Craig asked as he stepped
into the room, drying his face with a small towel. "Got it
all ready to ..."

The tall, dark-haired athlete stopped in mid-word as he
looked at his friend sitting on the bed and spotted the
magazine spread open to a two-page centerfold. The picture
was of two guys in a tight embrace, sharing a hard kiss
while at the same time playing with each other's cock.

"Where did you get those...?" Craig asked in a slow,
hesitant voice.

"I found them behind the dresser," Matt explained, a
little ashamed to have been found looking at them. "One of
the folders fell behind there and I had to move it to pick
it up."

The color seemed to fade from Craig's face, despite the
tan he had been working on since the beginning of the
Summer. The look on his face was one few people had ever
seen, one of utter devastation. In one brief catastrophic
moment, his entire aura of self-confidence was gone.

"I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing with magazines
like that?" he asked in a defeated voice.

"What you're doing...?" Matt repeated. "You mean, these
are yours?"

"Whose did you think they were?" Craig asked in return,
cursing himself for not thinking. He might've be able to
explain them away if he hadn't said anything..

"I thought they might've belonged to the guy who was
renting this place from your parents. The way they were
wedged in against the wall, I figured he'd dropped them
there and forgot them when he moved out."

"Oh shit, shit, shit," Craig muttered as he realized that
Matt hadn't made what he thought was the obvious
connection-that the books were his.

"Are you really into stuff like this?" Matt finally asked.

Craig took a few deep breaths. Deep down, he knew that
some day it might come out. But not, he had hoped, for a
long, long time. How were people going to react when they
found out that Craig Harris, high school jock, rumored to
have screwed half the girls on the cheerleader squad, was
instead a cock-sucking faggot?

"Matt, I don't really know how to explain this," he began.
"I guess maybe I should've told you, but I ..."

"Craig." His younger friend cut him off. "It's okay."

Craig just looked at him in confusion.

"Hey pal, you're my friend," Matt said with a smile.
"Nothings going to change that."

"Shit, Matt. You don't know how glad it makes me feel to
hear you say that!" the taller teen said.

"Have you ever really done any of this stuff?" Matt asked
as he motioned to the magazines spread out on the bed.

"Some," Craig said, the relief in his voice now more
evident. "I've been with a few guys."

He paused for a moment and added, "You know what's
strange? It was harder to admit that just now than it was
to actually get the nerve to do it in the first place."

"You know, I can understand that," Matt replied, as he
flipped through a few pages of the glossy book. "Even
though we've been friends like forever, this isn't
something you've really told anyone, is it?"

"No, it's not," Craig said, realizing just how lucky he
was to have a friend like Matt.

"You ever done anything like this?" Matt asked as he
stopped at one large full-page picture.

Craig leaned over to look and saw that it was the photo
that had so interested Matt earlier-the one in which the
guy that was being fucked resembled Matt a little.

"I've ... I've fucked two guys," he answered, again
hesitantly.

"Is it bothering you that I'm asking these questions?"
Matt asked. "Should I just shut the fuck up?"

By this time, Craig was sitting on a stool only a foot
away from Matt. He thought about the question and said,
"You know, it's still a little hard to answer questions
like that. But, it feels better to have finally told
someone. A chance to be honest for a change."

Matt suddenly turned away from Craig and got up from the
bed. He stared at the computer for a few seconds, lost in
thought. Craig took his move to be a sudden
reconsideration of Matt's acceptance of what he'd told
him.

"Matt..?" he asked. "You okay?"

Matt took a few more moments before he turned around. Then
he looked at Craig with a shamed look on his face.

"Matt?" Craig repeated.

"I'm all right," he answered. "I was just thinking about
what you said, about being able to be honest for a
change."

"I don't understand," Craig said.

"I was thinking that I should be as honest with you as
you've been with me the last ten minutes."

"I still don't understand," Craig repeated.

"Well, let's just say that if we were in my house instead
of here and using my computer instead of yours," Matt
began, "you'd find about  one hundred megs of pictures on
the hard drive that were a lot like the ones in that
book."

Now it was Craig Harris that stood dumbfounded. It took a
few seconds for him to realize what his friend had just
told him.

"Matt? You're gay?" he finally asked.

"I don't know," Matt answered, quickly. "I mean, I've
never done anything... But I've been thinking about it for
years. I've always been attracted to guys."

The two friends just looked at each other for what seemed
like an eternity. Then, almost simultaneously, they began
talking. For the next hour they compared notes, about
feelings they had felt growing up and the frustration
they'd encountered in being unable to share those emotions
with anyone.

Matt listened in fascination as Craig told him about his
own voyage of discovery and how it had culminated on a
trip to Fort Lauderdale over Spring break. He'd had
another experience with one of the players on the
visitor's team during the all-state championships.

"I think the worst part of it all was gym class,
especially the showers," Matt said as he took another
drink from the can of beer that Craig had produced from
the refrigerator during their talk. "All those naked
bodies and all. I kept worrying that I was going to get a
hard-on and someone would notice."

"Yeah, I sometimes thought that way, too," Craig agreed as
he took a swig of his own beer.

"Even so," Matt went on. "I still liked to sneak a look at
the other guys when I could. It was the only chance I got
to really see someone else's cock."

Craig nodded his head, acknowledging that he'd grabbed his
own share of shower glances.

"You know what's funny?" Matt said as he finished off the
beer. "I think I snuck more looks at you than anyone else
in any of my classes."

Craig smiled at the admission and took the time to finish
off his own beer. He still didn't say anything as he stood
up and deposited both beer cans into the small blue
recycling bin in the kitchenette.

"You know, I usually take a shower after a workout," Craig
said, his back to Matt. "You're welcome to join me if you
want to get more than just a peek," he added as he turned.

The offer took Matt by surprise. As many times as he had
stolen looks at Craig, as many times as he had masturbated
to erotic fantasies involving him, Matt never imaged that
any of those flights of fancy could ever become real.

"What do you think?" Craig asked again.

Matt wasn't thinking. He was acting on instinct. He
crossed the gap between him and Craig in a heartbeat and
before the significance of what he was doing could really
sink in, he kissed his long-time friend.

The feel of Craig's lips against his own brought on a
sense of euphoria, coupled with a rising passion. He felt
an electric spark when Craig's tongue pressed against his
lips and he opened to receive it. If this was going to be
his first time, he couldn't have imagined a better partner
than Craig.

"I take it that's a Yes." Craig grinned.

It didn't take the two friends long to get undressed. All
Craig had been wearing anyay was his shorts and a jock.
Matt hadn't much more, just his own shorts and a matching
T-shirt. It would be a tight fit in the small tin shower,
but neither of them seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed
to enjoy the fact that it was so cramped.

Experience showed as Craig's hands explored every part of
Matt's body. He stroked the firm flesh, marking each touch
with a gentle kiss. What Matt lacked in practice he made
up in enthusiasm as he duplicated Craig's motions.

A thin layer of soap soon covered each of them, which,
coupled with the steady flow of hot water, washed away the
grime of Craig's earlier exertions. The firm touch of his
friend's hands felt good to Matt as the powerful fingers
massaged his neck and shoulders. He felt Craig playfully
slide his hands down the length of Matt's back and onto
his backside.

A moan escaped Matt's lips as he felt his friend's hands
slide up under his balls and close around his already
hard-cock. It was the first time another guy had held his
cock since Jimmy Drake and Matt had jerked each other off
in the ninth grade.

"Relax and just enjoy it," Craig whispered into his ear as
he playfully jerked Matt's cock back and forth.

Enjoy it Matt did as the shorter teen closed his eyes and
leaned back against his friend. A broad smile came to his
lips as he felt the hardness of Craig's cock pressed up
against the cheeks of his ass.

Matt knew that if Craig kept this up much longer, he'd
shoot his load all over the shower wall. He didn't want
this new experience to end so soon. He reluctantly pulled
Craig's hand away from his cock.

Turning around, with Craig's arms still around him, he
kissed his first-time lover once more. Then he began to
work his way downward, his kisses tracing Craig's smooth,
well-defined chest as he bent lower and lower.

When he reached his goal his face was only inches from his
friend's erect manhood. He took a few moments to study
what he quickly decided was a classic example of male
perfection.

Matt reached out and stoked the underside of Craig's
balls, working his fingers up to the base of his cock.
Almost reverently, he extended two fingers and ran them up
and down the full seven-inch length.

He leaned forward and replaced the touch of his fingers
with that of his lips as he kissed his way up and down his
prize.

Matt closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and took jin
Craig's hardness. He wanted to enjoy every nuance of the
sensations he was feeling. Matt could feel his heart
racing as the hot flesh slid in and out of his mouth. The
salty taste of Craig's pre-cum on his tongue added a
further excitement.

Now it was Craig's turn to lean back against the cool tin
walls and close his eyes. He'd had better blow jobs, but
none had ever meant more to him. It wasn't hard for him to
lose himself quickly in the pleasure Matt's mouth was
bringing him. For someone who had never done this before,
except in his dreams, the guy was damn good. It wasn't
long before he was on the verge of an orgasm.

"I think I'm going to come..." he said as he closed his
eyes even tighter.

That was music to Matt's ears. He doubled his efforts.
Back in senior year, on one of his few dates with girls in
his class, Cathy Bond had given him a blow job. Even
though he felt it had been missing something, he had to
admit she knew what she was doing. Now, on his knees, with
his best friend's cock buried between his cheeks, he tried
to remember everything she'd done.

Matt clamped his fingers around the base of Craig's cock,
preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of his tongue,
every time he mouthed him whole, caused Craig to feel like
he was going to explode. But that feeling paled next to
the one that filled Matt at this moment.

Matt's own cock was rock-hard between his legs. He let one
hand drop down so that he could play with it. He let it
slide between his fingers in a gentle motion, giving it
just enough attention to bring him some relief from its
hardness, but not enough to distract him from the task at
hand.

Deciding that he had held Craig back as long as he could,
Matt released his hold on his ball sac and felt the rush
of hot cum erupt - a second before it began to shoot into
his mouth and throat. He deep-throated Craig's cock one
more time, catching every spurt of salty cum. He savored
both the taste and the knowledge that this was the first
blow job he'd ever given.

"Oh God, that was fan-fuckin-tastic!" Craig exclaimed as
he reached down and lifted his friend up from the floor of
the shower. "It's a fucking crime that we never did this a
long time ago."

Matt couldn't help but agree as he rested his head against
his lover's chest. What would the last few years have been
like if they'd only known the feelings they shared? But
neither wasted time in regretting what the past might have
been like. They both knew it was better to see what they
could make of the future.

Stepping out of the shower, the two young men quickly
dried each other off. Neither really said anything, but it
was all either of them could do to keep from giggling. It
was like a great weight had been lifted from their
shoulders.

"I guess we should get dressed before your family gets
home," Matt said, a little disappointedly, as he picked up
his shorts and underwear and glanced at the clock on the
wall.

"We don't have to worry about that," Craig replied with a
smile. "They went over to Middletown to visit my
grandmother. They're not coming home until tomorrow
afternoon."

"Really?" Matt asked, a rising note of joy in his voice.

"In fact, just so I don't have to spend the night in this
big empty house alone, why don't you call your mom and see
if you can stay over and keep me company?" Craig
suggested.

"I think she'd go along with that," Matt said and smiled.

They decided to go out and grab a burger rather than cook.
Matt and Craig wound up at Clancy's Drive-In, a popular
hangout from another age. It still served as a magnet for
young people from all over. In the short time they were
there, Matt must've said hello to at least a half-dozen
friends.

With each greeting, the same thought came to his mind: did
they ever think about being with another guy? How much
easier life would be if there was no stigma attached to
being attracted to someone of the same sex! But even if
half of them had entertained the same kind of thoughts
Matt had harbored, the odds were that they'd never admit
it. No, they'd just keep it inside and laugh when someone
made a joke about faggots.

Across the dining room, Matt saw Cathy Bond sitting with a
few of her girl friends. He wondered for a moment what her
reaction would be if he thanked her for the lesson in how
to give good head. When he saw Cathy whisper something in
Virginia Carlson's ear, he also wondered how many girls in
town felt the same way about their girlfriends as he did
about Craig. Matt remembered reading somewhere that, on
the whole, girls had an easier time dealing with same-sex
relationships than guys did. After all, they were already
constantly touching each other, sharing kisses and such.
It was less of a leap to intimacy.

"Do you want to stop off and get a movie to watch on the
VCR?" Craig asked as finished off one of Clancy's famous
cheeseburgers.

"Sure, if you want," Matt answered absentmindedly.

Looking around the room, Matt thought there were a lot of
really great-looking guys that hung out here-but none
better-looking than the one sitting no more than a few
feet across from him. Underneath the table he knew he had
a first class hard-on, fueled by the memory of Craig's
cock in his mouth and how that and more would be coming
later tonight.

After paying their bill, they drove over to a small video
store on the far side of town. Matt thought this a little
strange, because there was a even larger store only a few
blocks from Craig's house. Craig said that he knew the man
who owned the small shop and would rather give him the
business. When they pulled away from the store, Matt saw
the owner look out at them through the plate glass window.
He realized at that moment that he knew him, too. It was
Cathy Bond's father.

Part Two

It was starting to get dark by the time they got home.
Since there wasn't going to be anyone else home tonight,
Craig said, they might as well watch the movie on the
large screen television in the living room. Why strain
looking at a thirteen-inch screen when there was a sixty-
incher available? The older youth tossed the tape he had
rented into the VCR and went into the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch while I get us a
couple of beers," he called out.

Matt sat on the large couch and put his feet up on the
coffee table. In a way, he wished that they were watching
the film down in Craig's room. He thought he might feel a
little funny playing around up here.

"Here you go," Craig said, as he handed Matt a beer,
grinned at him and plopped down on the sofa next to him.

"Grab the remote, will you?" he said as he took his first
sip of beer. "It's on the end table next to you."

Matt picked it up and looked at it. It was one of those
universal jobs that controlled everything. It took a
moment to figure out how to turn on the television and
then the videocassette player. The screen glowed to life
for a moment then faded to black as the lead-in of the
videotape played out.

"What did you get?" he asked as he opened his own beer and
took a taste.

"It's a surprise." Craig laughed. "But I think you'll like
it."

Matt took a longer drink, just as the image on the screen
turned from black to a multitude of images. The picture on
the screen caused him to suddenly gag and he spit out some
of his drink.

"Easy," Craig said, laughing. "We don't want you choking.
At least, not on the beer."

"Shit!" Matt managed to say as he got his breath back.

The giant screen was filled with the image of a half-dozen
guys of all sizes and colors. They were all nude and
engaged in an orgy scene. He had never seen anything like
this in his life.

"You got this in that video store?" Matt asked
incredulously, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"That's one of the reasons I go over there," Craig said.
"He has a good collection of adult films that never make
their way to the counter. Also, for certain customers he
doesn't keep a record of what they rent."

"Why would he do that?" Matt asked.

"Maybe because those customers let him suck their cocks
once in a while in the back room of the store. That way,
his wife never knows that he has an interest in young
guys, too."

Matt look at his friend for a moment, then realized that
he wasn't kidding. Cathy Bond's father! Damn!

"Good movie." He laughed as he turned he attention back to
the screen.

"I'll be glad to introduce you to Mr. Bond and get you one
of his special memberships," Craig replied.

"Might not be a bad idea," Matt said, remembereing that
Mr. Bond had been in pretty good shape for a man in his
forties.

The blonde-haired young man then became aware of two
things. One, that he had a raging erection, brought on by
the movie. Second, that Craig's hand was resting on his
cloth-covered cock.

"Must be mighty uncomfortable in there," Craig commented
as he rubbed his hand up and down the stretched material.
"Why don't we let the big guy out so he can breathe?"

No sooner said, Craig pulled down Matt's shorts and
underwear. The full length of his six-inch hardness sprang
to life in the open air. Gently running his hand up and
down the sides of Matt's legs, Craig pulled Matt's balls
free as well.

"Why don't you enjoy the movie while I take care of this?"
he said.

Matt let out a loud moan as Craig bent over and swallowed
his cock.

"It's okay," he whispered as he let Matt's pole slide from
his mouth. "Just sit back and relax."

Instead of sitting back, Matt swung his head from side to
side. Despite knowing that they had the whole house to
themselves, he needed to satisfy himself that they were
truly alone.

Satisfied they were safe, he relaxed and enjoyed the image
on the screen where a truly gorgeous hunk was duplicating
Craig's action and the reality of the mouth on his cock.

In his most vivid fantasies, Matt could never have
imagined it could feel so good. His mind just seemed to
drift among waves of pleasure as he finally sat back and
closed his eyes. He was no longer really interested on the
celluloid lovers.

The soft, warm wetness engulfing his cock was like nothing
in his young memory. Like silk, Craig's tongue covered
every inch of Matt's shaft before dropping down to his
balls. One at a time they disappeared into Craig's mouth,
until he released them and returned his attention to
Matt's now-glistening dick. Taking its entirety once more
into his mouth, Craig applied such pressure that he seemed
to draw the very life essence out of Matt's body.

On the screen, a trio of guys were nearing their own
explosive climax as Craig deep-throated Matt once more.
The enthralled teen's body quaked and a sudden rush of
energy drained out of every pore in his body.

The recesses of Craig's throat filled with the first burst
of Matt's warm and salty whiteness. He swallowed it
quickly and without hesitation, knowing that there was
much more to come. A second wave followed a few moments
later. This time, Craig allowed it to fill his mouth,
permitting himself time to savor the taste as he whirled
his tongue from one side of his mouth to the other. A
third spurt he let slide out of the corners of his mouth
and down the base of Matt's cock. Then Craig ran his
tongue up and down Matt's shaft, relishing both the tangy
taste and the intoxicating aroma of his youthful sex.

Finally, Craig took him in his mouth one last time and
began to wash away the last remnants of his efforts. By
the time Matt's manhood slipped limply from his mouth not
a trace remained.

"That was fantastic!" Matt exclaimed as Craig climbed up
next to him on the couch.

"That was just the warm-up." Craig grinned as he planted a
kiss on Matt's lips.

In less than a minute, both teens had tossed their clothes
on the floor. Their excitement was heightened as they
rubbed their bodies against each other. Hands and mouths
became interchangeable as they explored each other's hot
flesh.

"Oh yes, ... yes!" Matt called out as Craig's nimble
tongue caressed his nipples.

Craig continued to lick and kiss his way back up Matt's
slim, muscular form. Again, he kissed him hard, pushing
his tongue deep within his friend's mouth. Giving as good
as he got, Matt pressed his own tongue into play, playing
a sensuous duet with its twin.

"Do you remember that picture you were so interested in
this afternoon?" Craig whispered into Matt's ear, as he
playfully nibbled on it. "The one with the guy who you
thought looked like you?"

A broad smile filled Matt's face. He knew exactly the
picture his friend was talking about-the one of the
teenager being fucked in the ass. It had given him a major
hard-on as he imagined he was on the receiving end of that
stiff cock.

"Well, I'm going to fuck that pretty ass of yours just
like the guy in the picture," Craig added. "You'd like
that, wouldn't you?"

The smile on Matt's face grew even brighter. It gave Craig
all the encouragement he needed. He eased the smaller teen
onto his back and lifted his legs high over his own broad
shoulders. From beneath one of the cushions, Craig pulled
out a small tube he had hidden there earlier.

Popping the cap, he squeezed a large measure of clear
lubricant into his hands. Then he smeared it across the
head of his eager cock and up and down the sides. With a
generous amount still all over his fingers, he reached
down under Matt's balls and rubbed as much as he could
against his friend's tight asshole, pressing his fingers
inside to help spread it there also.

"Ohhh, that feels nice," Matt said as he reached out and
pulled his upraised knees closer to himself, giving Craig
better access to his goal.

Satisfied that Matt's hole was indeed well-lubricated,
Craig took his thick cock and rested it against the entry
point. Carefully, he pushed it up and down the smaller
teen's cheeks, mixing the lube with his own pre-cum.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," came the reply.

With a hard push, Craig buried almost half his length
inside Matt's ass. Craig couldn't believe the tightness of
this virgin ass, or how good it felt around his cock. Then
he paused for a moment to let Matt get used to the
feeling. Pushing forward, his cockhead slid in as Matt's
ass wrapped itself around the gel-covered cock. He slid
back a little, drawing it out about an inch, then two,
then thrusted forward and buried his shaft deep inside.

"Ooooh!" Matt called out, in a mixture of excitement, pain
and pleasure. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Craig. I've dreamed of
this for so long."

Buried as deep inside his friend as he could get, Craig
began to slide in and out of the tight hole. A passion
born of the friendship they'd shared over the years
brought a fire and intensity to his moves.

As Matt's hole relaxed more, Craig began to develop a
rhythm, thrusting harder with each stroke. Matt followed
the rhythm, rocking his ass to meet each new thrust.
Craig's balls slapped against his friend's ass, his frenzy
increasing with each new penetration. Such was his fever
that he could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise
each time he hit bottom .

Even as Craig's cock rammed inside of him again and again,
Matt reached down and began to play with his own recently-
spent cock. It didn't take much to work it back to a full
erection.

Craig pumped faster and faster, feeling the rising tide
building deep in his balls. Looking down on Matt's face,
he was greeted with a look of total euphoria.

"Oh yeah, harder...harder," Matt muttered as he pulled on
his own cock as fast as Craig was impaling him with his.

"I'm gonna come," Matt grunted as he felt his cock grow
even stiffer in his hand.

Seconds later, the warm sticky fluid erupted from Matt's
cock, covering his hand with its whiteness. It was only a
small amount, the residue that had remained after Craig's
remarkable oral action. Still, the sensation that
accompanied its release was as strong as ever.

"Now, it's my turn!" Craig panted as he pushed his
pulsating cock deep inside Matt one last time.

"Ohhh, shitttt!!!" the taller teen yelled as he felt his
cock explode like never before.

The eruption was enhanced by his knowing that the guy
beneath him was not only his friend, but a virgin. His
cock was so hard it was almost painful when he shot.

Matt called out as well out as he felt the first bursts of
hot cum splashing against the inner walls of his ass.
Craig continued to pump away as he sent burst after burst
of hot whiteness into the tight cavity. It wasn't until he
began to feel his cock begin to soften from exhaustion
that he stopped his frantic pace.

Letting his cock slide free from the constriction that had
gripped it, Craig collapsed on top of his lover. Matt was
only too happy to take him in his arms and pull him even
closer. Gently he kissed him, over and over again.

"I think I'm in love." He grinned.

"I think you're in lust," Craig said as he smirked back at
him. "But that's not bad, either."

The two sweat-covered young men lay there for a dreamy
half- hour, enjoying the warmth of their embrace. It had
been a day of discovery for both of them. But it was only
the first of many.

END

His Girlfriend's Mother

by Ann Douglas

E-mail: annd@pop.tiac.net

Mrs. Riley listened to the rain as she sat in her living
room reading another of the trashy romance novels she had
been addicted to since she was a girl. The house was
empty, unusual for a Saturday night, and she was looking
forward to a night of peace and quiet. The sudden ring of
the doorbell caused her to glance up at the clock. Ten to
eight, she wasn't expecting anyone. With a small sigh she
put the book aside and left poor Rachel alone for the
first time with her secret love - her father's stableboy.

A quick glance out the peephole identified the caller and
she quickly undid the deadbolts on the door and opened it
wide. Standing before her was a teenage boy, drenched by
the rain.

"Good Evening, Mrs. Riley," the boy said as he dripped
onto the foyer carpet. "Michael Steven Cassidy, what are
you doing out in weather like this, you'll catch your
death in this downpour." She said as she ushered him
inside. "I just wanted to drop off Becky's report for
school," he said as he produced a small binder wrapped in
plastic from under his soaked jacket. "I promised her I'd
proofread it and get it back to her by tonight."
"Proofread, is it now." Katie Riley said with skepticism,
"Are you sure you didn't just write it for her."

The guilty look on his face told her he had.

"Well we'll discuss this later," she said as she tossed
the report on a nearby table. "First order of business is
to get you out of those wet clothes. March yourself into
the laundry room and toss all of those things into the
dryer. You'll find some of Matt's old things in the basket
that you can put on."

With a shrug, Michael headed for the laundry room.

Putting on a pot of tea while she waited for Michael to
change, Katie worked up a few good angry thoughts for her
youngest daughter, Becky Ann. Becky had been dating
Michael for three months now, a fact which had surprise
her from the onset. Michael was nothing like the boys she
had usually gown out with. First off, he was very
intelligent and well mannered, - a straight A student.
Secondly, although he was very cute, Becky usually
preferred a more rugged looking boy. It had been a futile
hope that maybe she was finally growing up, but now Katie
could see that Becky was only using the boy.

"This was all I could find that would fit." Mike said as
he walked into the kitchen, holding onto the tie-string of
the gym shorts that were too big for him.

Katie bit down to prevent a laugh. Her middle son's pants
were at least 2 sizes too big, but at least the t-shirt
had shrunk enough to fit. If he were to let go of the
pants, she was sure they would drop to the ground. She
quickly dismissed the image, not wanting to make fun of
the boy.

"Sit and have a cup of tea, it'll warm you up." She said
putting a large mug in front of him as he sat down. "Thank
you." he said quietly.

Silently they drank their tea. He was cute, Katie thought
to herself, sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a swimmer's
form. And that was at 16, give him another year or two and
he'd really break hearts. All he lacked was self-
confidence, without it he was just another boy Becky had
wrapped around her little finger.

Aware that Mrs. Riley was looking at him, Michael felt
very uncomfortable. At 42, Katie Riley was still an
attractive woman. Although she tended to be on the heavy
side, her weight was evenly distributed as to give her a
full bodied figure. The most striking feature of which was
a set of 38D breasts. Breasts Michael was all to conscious
of as he tried not to stare at them though the thin
housedress Katie wore.

"How long have you been doing Becky's schoolwork? Katie
asked as she put down her mug. "About 3 months," Mike
answered. "I though so," Katie said. "Doesn't it bother
you that all you are to her is someone to do her
schoolwork?" "No, we really go out..." Michael said
excitedly. "She showed me that she really likes me!" "Oh
really now?" Mrs. Riley asked "And how does she do that?"

Michael sat there speechless, he knew he'd said too much.

"You can tell me, Michael, I'm not going to get mad. I
know all about the things boys and girls do together."
"Well...we kiss and sometimes she lets me touch her,"
Michael said, red with embarrassment. He found he couldn't
escape the older woman's inquiries. "And sometimes she
touches me..." "She jerks you off?" "Ye......Yes....a few
times." Michael stammered, amazed at the question. "Has
she ever sucked you off?" "No......." he yelled. "She
wouldn't ever do something like that!"

Katie smiled in amusement, the boy was in love with Becky.
She was the first girl he'd ever had any sexual contact
with and it had blinded him to the fact that she was using
him.

"You'd be surprised what Becky does....." Katie continued,
it wasn't fair that she had to burst his illusion, but it
was for his own good. "Did you know she's not even a
virgin, she's been on the pill for almost a year." "No,
she told me that she was saving herself. That's why we
couldn't do it" Michael said in Becky's defense. "Oh she
told you that..." Katie replied. "And where did she say
she was going tonight?" "Becky said she was going to spend
the night in Bakerville with her cousin Suzie." Mike said,
wavering in his answer. "Helping her get ready for her
prom."

Katie shook her head, thinking of a few more choice things
she wanted to say to her daughter.

"Oh she went to Bakerville all right, but she went as
Timmy Clancy's prom date." "No....." Mike said "She
wouldn't do that...."

But deep down he knew that she would and did. Realization
came over him and he began to cry.

"I'm sorry Michael," Katie said as she took him into her
arms and held him. "Let it all out, its ok."

Katie held the boy as he cried, rocking him gently and
brushing his hair. It was a hard thing to loose young
illusions. After a few minutes of holding his head against
her ample breasts, Katie realized the boy had a hard-on.

As soon as Katie looked at the bulge in his shorts,
Michael jumped back and began to quickly apologize.

"I'm sorry.....I didn't mean to do anything....."

"That's ok, I know it was just a natural reaction...."
Katie said in a soothing voice. "In fact if anything I
should be complimented."

Looking again at the bulge, Katie wondered just how big it
was if she could notice it though the too large shorts.

"I guess I'd better get going..." Michael said. "Nonsense,
" Katie said. "Its still pouring out and your clothes are
still in the dryer."

Michael looked around the kitchen, trying to look at
anything but Mrs. Riley's huge breasts.

"Just out of curiosity......what did Becky promise you for
doing the report?"

Michael shifted in his seat, the question didn't do
anything to make him loose his hard-on. He still couldn't
stop answering Katie's questions.

"She said she would rub my cock for me..." he answered,
his face growing redder and his cock growing harder.

Katie glanced down again at the boy's growing cock and
smiled. "It's a shame you did all that work and then miss
out on your reward."

Michael then almost passed out as Mrs. Riley reached out
and slid her hand down the gym shorts and pulled out his
hard cock.

"Impressive..." Katie said with a smile as she rubbed the
length of the 7" boycock. "Becky doesn't know a good thing
when she has it."

All Mike could do was sigh as Mrs. Riley continued to
stroke his dick. Standing him up, she reached down and
cupped his balls, playing with them as well.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked, knowing full well the
boy would never say yes. "No, it feels so good."

Michael quickly lost himself in the pleasure Katie's
finger's brought him. Her experienced touch was quickly
evident as she brought him to the verge of orgasm.

"I think I'm going to come..." He said as he closed his
eyes.

A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Michael's
eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Mrs. Riley had
taken his cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with
vigor. Michael felt the sensation of her sucking down to
his toes. He was so close it hurt. Katie clamped her
fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from
ejaculating. Every lick of her tongue, every time she
mouth him whole, caused Michael to feel like he was going
to explode. But it was such a wonderful feeling.

Finally, Katie released her hold on his ball sac and felt
the rush of hot cum erupt from them - a second before it
began to shoot into her mouth and throat. She deep
throated his cock, catching every spurt of salty boycum.
Savoring both the taste and the knowledge that this was
the first blow job he'd ever had.

After what seemed like an endless supply of boyjuice, his
cock began to soften and Katie let it slip from her mouth.
She wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops
with had escaped her.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked. "I don't think enjoy is
the word......" Michael panted. "I feel like I've had a
religious experience."

"Well now you see what Becky was holding out on you." She
said with a grin, certain that he would be getting over
her cockteasing daughter real fast.

With that the buzzer of the dryer went off - signaling
that his clothes were now dry. "I guess that's my cue to
head home." he said disappointedly.

"Well it is still raining...." Katie said. "I really
couldn't send you back out there to get soaked again. Let
me call your mother and tell her you'll be here for a
while."

As Katie talked on the phone with his mother, Mike took a
good hard look at Mrs. Riley. He was no longer shy about
admiring her tits or that big beautiful ass. He could
already feel his dick getting hard again.

"Well, your mother said that it was ok for you to stay,
your brother Billy will pick you up in about an hour on
his way home from work." "That's great." "Well, what can
we do for an hour? Katie asked as she struck a pose,
highlighting her huge breasts.

For a second, Michael though they were going to pop out of
her dress.

"Would you like to see my breasts, Michael?" Katie asked.
"Oh yes......please." "Well.....as long as you asked so
politely."

Katie reached her neck and unzipped her dress. Then with a
flourish she let it drop to the floor, leaving her
standing there in bra and panties. She reached up between
her twin mounds and undid the clasp. Like a slingshot the
bra burst open and her tits popped free. Almost twice the
size of Becky's, Katie had nipples that stuck up like
eraser heads and aureole bigger than silver dollars.
Michael hadn't even seen breasts that big in the books he
hid under his bed.

"Well are you just going to look or do you want to touch
them?" Katie said as she massaged them and played with the
nipples.

Without further encouragement, Michael shot forward and
took a breasts in each hand. He squeezed the softness of
each, contrasted by the hardness of each nipple. Raising
one to his mouth, he began to suck on it, another thing
that Becky had always denied him. He was rough at first,
but Katie guided him in a soft understanding voice,
teaching him how to use his tongue. Then how to suck the
aureole into his mouth and use his teeth to give just the
right tough of pleasure/pain.

Moving to the other breast, Michael showed that he was
indeed a quick learner. Katie arched back and closed her
eyes in enjoyment as the boy continued to suckle at her
tits. What she was doing was so very wrong, but at the
moment she didn't care. She knew that before he left for
home, Michael's boycock would be buried in her already wet
pussy.

"Come on, " Katie said as she took the boy by the hand.
"Lets go into the bedroom."

Once there, she stripped him of what little clothes he had
and stepped back to take a good look at his young body.

"I was right, Becky definitely doesn't know a good thing
when she has it in her hand" She exclaimed as she reached
out and ran her fingers across Michael's hairless chest.
"So smooth...so sexy.." Katie mused as she played with his
nipples.

Michael was surprised that felt so good, he'd never
thought of men having sensitive nipples. "That feels
nice..." "That's only the start." Katie said as she bent
forward and licked the nipple with her tongue.

Then she moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as she
had taught him to do a little while before. She played
with his nipples for a while, reaching down while she did
and gave his young cock a playful tug.

"I'll bet you're already to go again," she smiled. "good,
I like that."

Katie moved up from his chest and reached behind his head,
caressing it with her fingernails. Pulling him toward her,
she kissed him for the first time. Gently at first, then
harder. A second kiss followed, then a third. Finally she
opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his.

Michael quickly reacted to the warm, slippery tongue in
his mouth. It was the first time he had been kissed that
way, but he instinctively began to reach out with his own
tongue. Both tongue mixed as they licked each other,
exploring the new tastes.

"Are you ready for more?" Katie asked after a final kiss.
"Oh yes, Mrs. Riley." "Then follow me." she said as she
laid back across the bed and spread her legs. "What I'm
going to teach you now is the most important thing a young
man can learn about pleasing a woman."

Michael knew what she meant, and knelt in front of her
with slight hesitation. He had never even seen a woman's
pussy outside of a skin mag, much had his mouth this close
to one. Still he'd never had his cocked sucked before and
look how wonderful that had felt.

Katie reached down and parted her cunt lips with her
fingers, allowing Michael easy access. The boy reached out
with his tongue and touched her wetness. Surprisingly he
found he liked the taste. So much for all those stories
that it smelled like a dead fish.

Encouraged, he reached out again and drove his tongue in
as deep as it would go, savoring the new found delicacy.
Katie let out a soft moan, this boy was an absolute
treasure. What would he be like with a little experience.

Michael then ran his tongue up and down the length of her
cunt, stoking the fire building the fire within Katie. At
times it was only a touch, only a caress, but it was
enough to cause the older woman to shake with abandon.

There was no doubt about it, the boy was a natural born
cunteater.

Each thrust of his tongue made him want more. All he
wanted to do was make love to his new teacher with his
tongue. Guided by the now louder moans and sighs, Michael
drove deeper and deeper, filling his mouth with the wet
juices. What ever doubts he might have had were now gone,
here he was, 16 yrs old, giving head to a 42 yr old woman
--- and she was loving it.

"Oh yes..Mikey....eat me...." Katie yelled as she grabbed
hold of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between he
legs. "Eat my pussy...God....yes!"

A steady flow of cuntjuice now coated his tongue and mouth
as he attacked Katie's womanhood once more. He wanted it
to never end, so he was momentarily disappointed when
Katie pulled him up from between her thighs.

"I want you inside me.." she said before he could say a
word. "I want to fuck me!"

Katie quickly took hold of his now rock hard cock and
guided it to her dripping hole. Coated with pussyjuice it
slid deep within her, as her cunt wrapped around it. For
this he needed no instruction, he'd done in his dreams a
thousand times. Yet never in his most erotic dream could
he ever had fantasized that the first woman he would fuck
would be his girlfriend's mother.

With boyish energy he repeatedly slammed his pelvis
against hers, slapping his balls against the outer walls
of her pussy. Cuntjuice ran down her thighs, coming to a
rest in the crack of her ass. A little while ago, Michael
thought having his cock sucked was the most wonderful
feeling he could ever have.....but this went far beyond
that feeling.

Katie grabbed his asscheeks and added her own energy to
his thrusts. They moved like a well lubricated machine,
each responding to the other's body. With each movement,
both could feel the eruption building inside.

Michael's body tensed up, telling Katie that he was about
to cum. She took firm hold of his ass and rammed his body
into her, just as the first hot spurts of boycum filled
her pussy. Her arms held him so tight he couldn't breath
as her own body exploded, sending a fresh new wave of
girlcum to mix with his. They continued to trash wildly
for several more seconds, until Katie was sure she had
pumped every last drop from his cock. Then they both laid
silent and still.

After a minute or two, Katie eased the boy off her and
onto his back. His cock was once again semi-soft, coated
with a thick mix of both their juices. Bringing her mouth
down to it, she began to lick it clean.

As soon as she was done, Michael confidently pulled her up
and kissed her. As his tongue side inside her mouth, he
was greeted by the taste of his own cum, another new taste
to enjoy. He didn't stop until he had licked her mouth as
clean as his cock.

Katie held him tightly against her breasts. He had came
her a scared little boy, he would leave a confident young
man.

"You'd better hop in the shower," she said as she released
him. "You're brother will be here soon."

Michael leaned over and kissed her one last time and moved
into the master bathroom. As she laid there and listened
to the water run, Katie had to fight the impulse to join
him. All that soap and water provide a great opportunity
to introduce him to the pleasures of anal sex, but if she
started that they would still be at it when the sun rose.
Or more importantly when her family came home.

Ten minutes later, a honking horn told them his brother
was outside. After calling out that he would be right
there, she pulled him aside away from the open door and
gave him one last warm kiss - along with a playful tug of
his cock.

As he ran out and jumped into the car, Katie spotted the
school report that had brought him here tonight. Carrying
it to the trashcan, she ripped it to pieces. Becky would
have a lot of writing to do when she got home tomorrow.
And if she wanted Michael's help, Katie was sure it was
going to cost her a lot more than the promise of a hand
job.

Smiling with satisfaction, she sat back down in her easy
chair and picked up the book she had laid down a few hours
before. She read a paragraph, then closed the book and
placed it back on the table.

"Eat your heart out, Rachel..." she said to herself.

END

Home Again

Part One

by Ann Douglas

A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had been the bane
of his teenage years. Not many blocks in this part of
Brooklyn had trees like this, so a lot of activities had
circulated around it. It was home base for playing hide
and seek. It was the place you all hung out under on a hot
summer day. Most importantly, it was the site of "the
dare". Ten years ago at the age of twelve, that had been
the focus of the most terrifying moment of his young life.
That was the day he'd completed one of the neighborhood
rites of passage and had climbed to the top of the old oak
tree.

Funny, the tree didn't seem so imposing now. Then again, 
the last decade had seen him go from a skinny 110 pound
teenager to a six foot 190 pound adult. He'd discovered a
passion for baseball in high school and long hours
practicing with his father had transformed him into a
starting first baseman both in high school then later at
State .

Sports had only been a means to an end however, a way out
of the old neighborhood. The degree in business he'd
earned last year had been his highest priority. For a
while it looked like it was going to be a hard decision
turning down the offer to turn pro, but a leg injury his
senior year took that decision out of his hands. In a way
he was glad that fate had intervened, it meant he'd never
have to look back with regret.

A group of teenagers were playing stickball, using the
manhole covers as bases. It seemed like a hundred years
since he'd played that game.

"Hey mister, the ball!" one of the kids yelled as the
rubber ball bounced in front of him.

In a quick motion he caught the ball on the first hop and
tossed it back to the batter. The action had been
instinctive. A smile came to his lips as he thought some
things you never forgot.

Watching the game for another ten minutes, A.C. was glad
he decided to spend an extra day here. After he came home
for his father's funeral over a year ago, he decided that
there was never going to be a reason to again walk these
streets. But Arthur Charles Delaney Sr. had been buried
over sixteen months before and it was only now that the
lawyers had finally settled his estate. He'd come all the
way up from Florida just to close on the sale of his
families house. He could've just left it all to the
lawyers, but he felt it was something he owed to his dad
to see done personally.

The block held so many memories. His own house was down on
the corner. On the other end of the block was Jerry
Wilson's house. He and Jerry had gone off to State
together. A grin filled his face as he looked at a second
floor window across the street from the tree and
remembered when it was Jenny Wilson's bedroom.

How long ago was that night he and Josh Austin were using
Josh's new telescope to look at the moon. They
accidentally turned it right into Jenny's room - just when
she was getting dressed for bed. They couldn't have been
more than 13 or 14 at the time. Jenny had been one of the
first neighborhood girls to develop breasts and that had
been the first time A.C. had seen a topless girl in
anything other than a magazine. He laughed softly as he
remembered how angry Josh had been cause he waited so long
to give him a turn that Josh only got a brief glimpse.

A few years later A.C. got repeated opportunities to
examine those breasts more closely. He dated Jenny all
through high school as his own body developed into that of
an athlete. She was the first girl who ever gave him a
blow job and on the night of the senior prom they traded
cherries. Things went downhill between them after that
when they went to separate school. Last he heard, she was
married and already had two kids.

Thinking of Jenny made him think of her older sister
Karen, or as most of the boys thought of her "Kleenex
Karen." Two years older than Jenny, she was nowhere near
as developed as her little sister. In fact, she really
never passed an A cup. Talk about mixed genes.

Anyway, Karen's solution was to stuff an oversized bra
with tissues. Not the most original of solutions but one
that was time honored. The problem was that she wasn't
satisfied with just giving herself a slight improvement.
No, she had to be as well endowed as Jenny. It became a
big joke among everyone in school as she always denied it.
Finally someone decided to settle the matter.

One day during her senior year Sally Johnson bumped into
her and stuck a inch and a half straight pin into her left
breast. By the time the afternoon bell rang, almost
everyone in school had heard about it. Jenny had told him
that when Karen found the pin that night she was furious,
but she'd never mentioned it to anyone else. She just went
on as she was and made believe that it had never happened.
Rather than go to college, Karen had used her savings to
get a boob job and now worked as a receptionist somewhere
in the city.

"I should get something to eat." A.C. said to himself as
he realized that he'd skipped both breakfast and lunch.
"Might as well make the day complete and have dinner up at
Mario's"

Mario's was the diner on the corner. Calling it a diner
used to be a charity when A.C. was younger. The food
sometimes bordered on the inedible. But it was a
neighborhood classic and had been there since his father
had been a teenager. Generations had brought their dates
there after the movies or some other activity. That, A.C.
knew was due more to the big dark booths in the back of
the restaurant than the dinner fare.

"Who am I to argue with tradition." he finally concluded
as he began to walk up the block.

It came as a surprise to find that the diner was closed.
He couldn't ever remember a day it hadn't been open. In
fact, it look like it hadn't been opened in months. Then
he noticed a small notice in the window. It looked to be
well worn but he could still make out the words Department
of Health.

"Why am I not surprised." the sandy haired young man
chuckled. "I hope the deli over on Wilson is still open."

"You weren't really planning to have dinner there were
you?" asked a female voice from behind A.C.

The voice was very familiar and A.C. turned with a smile
on his face.

"Hi Mrs. Austin." he grinned.

The woman in front of him was in her mid 40's, about 5'7"
and weighed in at 152 lbs. Very attractive for her age,
she had dirty blonde hair cut short and carefully styled.
A full figured woman, her weight was pretty evenly
distributed across her body as to give her a full bodied
figure. The most striking feature of which was a set of
38D breasts.

"Hi Mrs. Austin..." the short blonde haired woman
repeated. "That's the way you say hello? Is that what they
taught you up in that fancy school?"

With that, A.C. practically picked up the smaller woman
and gave her a hug and affectionate kiss on the cheek.

"That's better." Mary Austin said. "And what's with this
Mrs. Austin crap. You're an adult now, you can call me
Mary."

"Okay Mary." A.C. said, feeling very strange to have her
first name come from his lips after a lifetime of
referring to her as Mrs. Austin.

"My, you have filled out." the 45 year old noted as she
took a good look at her son's friend. "And I know you
didn't get that way eating at places like this."

"Well, I was hungry and..."

"And you couldn't take five minutes to stop by the house."
Mary interrupted.

A.C. considered lying for a moment, saying that he'd rang
the bell but got no answer. After all, she had obviously
been out shopping and hadn't been home. Then he thought
better of the idea. Mary had known him since he was 6
years old and always knew when he'd been lying.

"I'm sorry.." he said.

"And well you should be, I know your father raised you
better than that." Mary replied.

"Can I make it up to you with dinner?" A.C. said,
displaying the charm that worked his way into dozens of
beds back in college.

"Only if I make it." Mary answered, ignoring his obvious
charms. "What would Josh say if I let you go without
bringing you home for dinner. I know he'd love to see
you."

"OK, you win." A.C. surrendered. Actually the idea of
seeing Josh again seemed like a pretty good idea. In fact,
just seeing Mrs. Austin again made him feel pretty good.

"That's settled then." Mary grinned triumphantly. "Now
make yourself useful and take some of these packages."

"Yes Mam....err Mary." he quickly corrected himself as he
picked up the two largest bundles.

Half an hour later, sitting at the kitchen table of the
Austin Household, A.C. could honestly say he was enjoying
myself. How many dinners had he had at this very table.
Mary Austin had been like a second mother to him. He
probably spent more time in this house as a child than his
own. Lost in thought he didn't hear the phone ring at
first.

"Could you answer that, A.C.?" Mary asked as she stirred a
boiling pot.

"Sure." A.C. said as he got to his feet and reached for
the wall phone.

"Josh!" A.C. said excitedly as he recognized the voice on
the phone, "How are you?"

It took Josh Austin a few moments to realize who he was
talking to, then his voice became just as excited.

"What are you doing there?" his old friend asked.

A.C. explained why he'd come back to New York and how he'd
run into Josh's mother.

"Your Mom invited me to have dinner," he said. "Actually
it was more like a command." he laughed.

"That's my Mom." Josh laughed back.

"So when you gonna be home, pal?" A.C. asked. "Your Mom's
making enough food to put another ten pounds on me."

"Shit, this timing sucks." Josh lamented. "I'm stuck at
work, we have to redo a magazine layout from scratch. I'm
gonna be here all night."

"Damn, that does suck." A.C. agreed. "I was really hoping
to catch up a little."

"Better let me talk to my Mom so I can explain it."

"OK buddy." he replied as he handed off the phone.

The conversion between Josh and Mary was brief. She
listened for a few minutes and then simply said. "All
right honey, take care of business and I'll see you in the
morning."

"Well looks like it's just you and me kid." Mary said as
she hung up the phone.

"What about Dawn Marie?" A.C. asked.

"Dawn Marie moved out and in with her boyfriend the day
after she turned 18." Mary said in a tone that said that
it wasn't a subject for discussion.

"Two it is." A.C. said as he opened a cabinet and took out
table settings for two.

As he laid out the dishes and utensils, A.C. looked into
the living room to see if the pictures of a younger Dawn
Marie were still on the wall. They were. Whatever had
happened between her and her mother hadn't gone that far.

Dawn Marie Austin had been another of those early
bloomers. By the time she was 14 she'd put Jenny Wilson to
shame. By the time she was 16 she'd lost her virginity in
a big way. Every guy in the neighborhood was trying to get
into her pants and more than a few succeeded. If A.C. was
totally honest with himself, he admitted that if he was
younger and Dawn wasn't Josh's sister - he'd want to fuck
her too.

"Dinners served." Mary said as she carried two full dishes 
to the table.

The meal was as good as A.C. remembered meals at the
Austin's to be. It was only the absence of familiar faces
from around the table that made him a little sad.

"Something the matter?" Mary asked as she noticed the look
on his face.

"I was just thinking that I'm sorry I wasn't able to be
here when Mr. Austin.... I mean."

"That's all right A.C.," Mary said in an understanding
tone. "We all knew how hard it was on you when your own
Dad died. No one wanted to see you go thought all that
again so soon."

"Still, maybe I should've....."

"I'm not going to hear anymore of that, Arthur!" Mary said
in a strong tone. The fact that she called him Arthur
instead of A.C. produced a more serious reaction than the
tone.

A.C. closed his mouth without finishing the sentence.

"Besides, you did send that beautiful letter saying how
much the time you spent in this house still meant to you.
I really loved that letter, it made me think of much
happier days."

"It wasn't enough, just words." said A.C.

"Sometimes just words can mean a great deal. I saved that
letter you know, I keep it in my night table. I've read it
many times."

The rest of the conversation was confined to more mundane
topics. How did he like where he lived. Was he seeing
anyone? Why not?

"That was a great meal, better than I've had in a long
time." A.C. said as he put down his fork for the last
time. "I couldn't eat another bite."

"Well it's nice to hear someone say that for a change."
Mary beamed.

A.C. remembered that Josh wasn't known for noticing the
little things his mother did for him. Things like cooking
his meals, cleaning his clothes, cleaning his room and
basically being there whenever he came up short of cash.
Which in Josh's case happened quite often.

"I really hate to eat and run, but I still have to get a
motel room for the night." A.C. apologized. "My flight
doesn't get take off until tomorrow afternoon and I don't
have a place to sleep."

"Motel room indeed, not when I have two empty bedrooms
upstairs." Mary cut him off. "Now you go out to that
rental car of yours and get your bag. You can use Josh's
room and hopefully he'll be home in time for the two of
you to have breakfast together."

Sixteen years of dealing with Mrs. Austin told him this
was another argument he was going to loose. All things
considered, a comfortable bed and the prospect of one of
Mary's breakfasts didn't seem like a bad consolation
prize. He thanked her and went out to get his bag.

"You know were the room is." Mary called out from the
kitchen as he came back into the house. "Unpack your stuff
while I put these dishes in the washer."

Josh's room was immaculate, something which surprised A.C.
They'd gone away together once his first year in college
and by the time the week was over, Josh's half of the room
looked like a flop house. If he ever decided to marry that
girlfriend he was always mentioning in his letters, he was
in for a big awakening. A.C. was sure she wasn't the type
to pick up after him like his Mom.

"Hmm, I wonder." A.C. said as he slid the top draw of
Josh's desk all the way out and looked at the small space
beneath it.

Hidden there were copies of Hustler, High Society and
Playboy. Some things never changed he thought as he
laughed. That was a great advantage of having his own
apartment, he didn't have to hide such things if he wanted
them.

A.C. took the time to change into a comfortable pair of
shorts and a T-shirt. No sense sitting around the rest of
the night in a shirt and tie.

"It's going to be a hot night." Mary said as he walked
back into the kitchen. "There's a good movie on HBO and
I've already turned up the air conditioner so we can relax
and enjoy it."

"Sounds great." A.C. said. "Any popcorn?" he asked,
remembering all the movie nights they'd shared over the
years.

"Of course, what would a movie be without it." Mary said
as she held up a microwave popcorn bag.

Back when they were kids they'd took turns making Jiffy-
Pop Popcorn on the range top. Oh well, the price of
progress.

They watched the end of some silly comedy and chatted some
more. A.C. was really enjoying himself. This was what he
missed in his life, just having someone to talk to.

"I'm going to get some wine before the movie starts." Mary
said as she got up, "Can I get you anything?"

"Wine would be fine." A.C. said, remembering the tongue
lashing the first time Mary had caught Josh and him after
they'd had a few cans of beer. He guessed he really was an
adult after all.

Mary came back fifteen minutes later with a bottle of wine
and two glasses. She'd also taken the opportunity to
change into a more comfortable outfit. She had discarded
the dress she'd been wearing and now wore a oversized T-
shirt which stretched down to just above her knees. In the
cool air conditioned environment her thick nipples were
clearly evident beneath the thin material.

Taking a seat next to Mary on the couch, A.C. kept
sneaking peaks at those erect nipples. Unbidden, the
memories of the night he had gotten a very good look at
the bountiful breasts beneath filled his mind.

It was July 7th, 1990, a night he would always remember.
Josh, Jerry Wilson and he were camping out in the backyard
of Josh's house. Close to midnight, nature called and A.C.
went back in the house to answer.

The first floor bathroom was being fixed so he had to use
the one up on the second floor. Once he got up there, he
heard sounds he couldn't identify coming from Dawn's room.
Curious, since Josh had told him his little sister was
spending the week at their grandmother's, A.C. quietly
walked down the hall.

It wasn't until he got to the door of her room that he
realized that the noise was coming from the open door next
to Dawn's. Silently, the 16 year old inched along the door
and peeked in from the dark corridor.

The lights in the room were off but there was more than
enough illumination from the streetlights outside for A.C.
to get the surprise of his young life. Mr. Austin was
laying on the bed, his hands interlocked behind his head.
He was totally naked and for the first time, A.C. saw an
adult erect cock.

Not that this milestone ever entered his mind. Because at
that moment, Jim Austin's cock was buried in the mouth of
his equally naked wife. A.C. stood mesmerized as he
watched Mary Austin's head bob up and down as she
performed a sexual act he had only heard the older guys
make jokes about. Bouncing, as she moved, were breasts
larger than the boy had seen in the Playboy magazines his
older brother sometimes let him borrow.

"Shit!" A.C. said under his breath as he carefully
retraced his steps, fearful that they would hear him. His
young heart had been racing like a triphammer and even his
breathing seemed exceptionally loud.

The temptation to remain almost overrode his fear of
discovery, but good sense finally prevailed. As he tip
toed back towards the bathroom, A.C. realized that he had
a first class hard-on. He'd have to do something about
that before he went back to his friends. The last thing he
ever wanted them to think was that he got that erection
from laying next to one of them.

Sitting in the bathroom with his pants down around his
ankles, A.C. began to gently stroke his cock. Fully erect
it wasn't anywhere as large as Mr. Austin's, but then
again he still had a lot of growing to do.

Gently, slowly, he ran his hand up and down his full six
inches. It felt so good. Closing his eyes he imaged what
it would be like if he could change places with Jim
Austin. What would it be like to have a woman suck his
cock.

A.C. began to pump furiously as he imagined Mary rubbing
those big boobs against his cock. He could almost feel the
warmth of her skin against his and the even greater heat
of her mouth on his boyhood. Already he could feel a
familiar fire growing in his balls. The teen was oblivious
to his surroundings. In his imagination, he was laying in
that bed with Mary.

A.C.'s cock was as hard as it had ever been, his hand a
blur of motion. His body was jerking up and down so fast
he was bouncing on the toilet seat. Moments later he felt
the first surge of his orgasm race up the length of his
boyhood and explode into the night air. His cock erupted
again and again. Each stroke, sending white droplets
scattering in every direction. He had to bite down on his
lip to keep from shouting with joy. He had never felt so
good before.

Finally, his eruptions subsided until only a small pearl
of white appeared at the tip of his cock in response to
his continued pumping. He could feel a softness growing in
his hand and knew he was done. It had felt so very good.
That A.C. had just jerked off to the naked image of his
best friend's mother never entered his mind. At least not
at this moment.

It took a few minutes for A.C. to clean up the mess on the
floor tiles. It wouldn't do for them to find cum spots in
the morning. When he stepped back out of the bathroom, he
could hear the sound of the bed creaking from down the
hall and it didn't take much imagination for him to know
that it wasn't from the two of them playing leapfrog on
the bed.

The familiar HBO fanfare brought A.C. back from his little
trip down memory lane. No doubt about it, even with the
perspective of hindsight, that had been one of the most
erotic moments of his life. He smiled at Mary as she
glanced in his direction. Image her reaction if she had
any idea what he was thinking.

The movie turned out to be "Disclosure" with Demi Moore
and Michael Douglas. A.C. had never seen it before but
he'd heard about it.

When the film got to the part were Demi Moore's character
was seducing Michael Douglas's, A.C. looked down and
noticed that he was once again getting a major erection.
Then again, what normal guy could watch Demi Moore give a
blow job, however simulated, and not have a reaction.

A.C. carefully lifted the large half empty bowl of popcorn
off the table and put it on his lap, strategically
covering a potential embarrassment. Out a the corner of
his eye he was glad to see that Mary hadn't noticed.

"Interesting movie, isn't it." Mary commented as she
reached into the bowl and grabbed an handful of popcorn.

"Yeah, it is." A.C. said, trying to ignore the fact that
only the plastic bowl separated Mary's hand from his hard
cock.

"Personally, I think she'd too perfect." Mary went on as
she scooped some of the popcorn into her mouth. "It's like
what a lot of people used to say about Barbie dolls. That
they gave little girls a negative image of themselves
because most of them were never going to grow up and have
that perfect body."

Mary paused as she took a little wine to wash down the
popcorn. All the time her eyes never left the television
screen where Demi was now fucking Michael.

"Also she creates a bad image for guys too." she went on.
"A young man spends all his time looking for Miss Perfect
Body when someone who loves them and would spend the rest
of their life making him happy could be right under their
nose. What do you think she'd look like if she didn't have
a small army of personal trainers taking care of her?"

"I guess I never really thought of it that way." A.C.
said.

"Well it's something that you should keep in mind." Mary
said, turning her head away from the movie and looking
right at A.C.. "I'll bet you've passed up a dozen girls
who were interested in you because you didn't think they
were perfect enough?"

"Well I wouldn't say a dozen." A.C. said, caught off guard
as he wondered where this sudden conversation was going.

"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, A.C." she said
as she smiled. "It's just something I've become
increasingly aware of lately. That people sometimes sell
themselves and other people short because they don't think
they are attractive enough."

"I don't understand." A.C. replied, more than a little
confused.

"I guess it's just an old lady's ramblings." Mary said as
she finished her wine.

"You're far from old." A.C. said.

"Well there are times that I feel that way." Mary replied.

A.C. put his own glass of wine down on the table and
looked into Mary's face. It was obvious that something was
bothering her.

"Mary, is there something that you'd like to talk about.
Something that you might not feel like discussing with
your friends that live around here. If so, I'm all ears."

"You'd find it very boring."

"As if you didn't find a lot of the talks we had while I
was growing up a little boring." he grinned.

Mary took a deep breath and picked up the remote control.
With a flick of her finger she turned off the television.

"I hope you don't mind," she said. "But if we're going to
talk I'd rather it be without the distraction."

"Sure, they'll run the movie a dozen more times this month
anyway." A.C. said.

Mary took a few moments to collect her thoughts. The in a
quiet tone she began.

"You know I was quite young when I married Mr. Austin."
she began. "I hadn't even turned 18 yet."

A.C. knew they'd been married a long time but he didn't
know she'd been married that young. He also knew that
Josh's father was ten years older than his mother.

"I wasn't pregnant or anything, if that's what your
thinking." she went on. "It's just that I had a very rough
life up to that point. Both my parents died before I was
even in my teens and I spent a good number of years being
passed from relative to relative. I had a really poor self
image back then as you might imagine. So when an older man
like Jim took an interest in me, I was totally
overwhelmed. He was good looking, successful and could
have almost any woman he wanted. It wasn't because I was
so young either. If he wanted it, I would've just been his
lover, he didn't have to marry me. In fact, you might find
this hard to believe, but I was still a virgin going to
our marriage bed."

If A.C. was ever certain about anything during the years
he spent in this house as an almost adopted son, it was
that Mary and Jim Austin had been very deeply in love with
each other right up to the day he died.

"You must miss him very much." was all he could think to
say.

"Yes, I do." she answered. "But I know that Jim would be
the first one to say that life goes on and in fact during
his last months he made me promise that I'd find someone
new to love. He didn't want me wearing widow's weeds for
the rest of my life."

"I'm sure there are lots of men you'd want to take you
out." A.C. commented.

"Oh there have been lots of offers." Mary quickly replied.
"But I've turned them all down."

"Why?" A.C. asked.

"Because, as silly as it sounds, I find myself at 45
turning back into that scared little teenage girl I once
was." she said quickly, as if she had to force the words
out.

A quiet pause hung in the air, and Mary could tell that
A.C. didn't understand.

"Do you remember what it was like the first time you went
to bed with a girl?" she asked. "Jenny Wilson from cross
the street, wasn't it?"

"How you'd know?" A.C. asked in surprise.

"You'd be amazed at the things I've known over the years."
Mary grinned. "Sometimes I can be very observant. But I'm
digressing. Do you remember how you felt the first time
you knew you were going to go all the way. How scared you
were, whatever public image you portrayed, that Jenny
might find you lacking in some way?"

Thinking back, A.C. remembered that was exactly how he had
felt.

"But that was when I was a kid." he said, as if the few
years in between then and now had been a lifetime. "I
don't feel that way now."

"You don't, but I do." Mary replied. "Maybe it's because
I've never had another lover in my life. I don't know.
Maybe because even after all these years I've had this
secret suspicion that I was a lousy lover but Jim would
never tell me so."

"That's nonsense, I saw you......" A.C. started to blurt
out without thinking and then realized what he had said.

"You saw me what?" Mary asked, now it was her turn to be
confused.

With a sheepish grin, A.C. confessed his having seen her
and Jim that night he had slept over. He left out the part
about him jacking off afterwards and all the times he had
masturbated off to her mental image, even after he'd had
visions of younger women to replace it.

"Oh my." Mary said, a slight tinge of embarrassment
coloring her face for a moment.

"Hey, it was a long time ago." A.C. interjected. "But
believe me, from what little I saw, I can honestly say
that you weren't a lousy lover."

"Even if I accept what you say as true, it was a long time
ago." Mary suggested. "Even with Jim, we stopped being
intimate a year after that when he first got sick."

A.C. just stared. No matter what he said, the idea that
she was undesirable was so rooted in her mind that words
were never going to shake it.

"Mary, do you know that I grew up with you as my fantasy
lover." he blurted out, exaggerating the truth just a
little.

"Me?" she responded.

"That's right." he continued. "I don't know how many
nights I wished that I was older so that we could be
lovers for real. So if you could have that much of an
effect on me, how could you be anything but desirable."

"But I was younger then..." she shot back, unwilling to
give up her belief.

"I don't feel any differently now." A.C. replied. "I think
you're just as attractive now as you were back then. Maybe
that's why I haven't found anyone yet. I'm not looking for
a Demi or Barbie, I'm looking for another you."

A.C. let out a deep breath. He was talking without
thinking, and he was walking in a very dangerous mine
field.

Part Two

Mary sat silent for long moments as the only sound in the
room was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the
beating of their hearts. A.C. could feel beads of sweat on
his neck that began to run down his back. What had he
said?

Mary finally smiled and reached out and took his hand in
hers. Her grip was firm but gentle. Her voice, when she
spoke, was gentle and soft.

"You know A.C., when you and Josh were younger, I
sometimes wished that you were really my son. I couldn't
have cared more for you if you were though. Right now, at
this moment, I'm glad you're not. Because if you were, I
could never say what I think I'm about to.

A.C. could feel a slight tremble in her hand, a tremble
that could be reflected in the pit of his own stomach.

"Take me to bed, A.C." she finally asked. "Be my lover for
tonight. Just tonight, I'm not that foolish to think there
would ever be anything beyond that. But just for this
moment in time, help me remember what it's like to love
and be loved."

"Oh God!" A.C. thought as he looked at the sincerity in
her eyes. "What have I done?"

The ticks of the clock on the wall seemed to stretch to
minutes instead of seconds as he carefully considered his
response. If Mary were just some woman he met in a bar,
twice his age or not, he'd have no problem taking her to
bed and forgetting about it tomorrow. But she wasn't just
some woman, she was Josh's mother. She was the closest
thing he'd ever had to having his own mother. He couldn't
do something like this.

"A.C.?" Mary softly asked.

He knew she wanted an answer. He ran the words over in his
mind one more time. That the two of them would almost be
like incest. Yes, that was the track to take. Despite all
his boyhood fantasies, they were almost family. Didn't he
read once somewhere where a lot of guys had sexual
fantasies about their mothers. A second voice told him
that he was being silly, no matter what he thought, they
weren't related. She wasn't his mother. Finally, a new
question popped into his head. Why was it that the idea of
spending the night in Mary's bed didn't seem as bad an
idea as it did just a few minutes ago. Could it be that
without admitting it to himself all these years, it was
what he really wanted to happen?

"Mary. All my life, I've thought of you almost as if you
were my mother." he began as he gently took her other hand
in his. "But right now, for the first time I can remember, 
I'm glad to know that you're not. Because if you were my
mother for real, I wouldn't be able to do ... this...."

The tall young man leaned forward and kissed Mary on the
lips with as much desire as he had felt towards any woman.
It was definitely not the kiss of a son.

Surprised for a moment by the kiss, Mary had only the
slightest hesitation before she responded in kind. A.C. in
turn was startled to find Mary's tongue pressing between
his lips but happy to open them enough to permit it's
passage. He felt Mary take his left hand and slide it up
and under her shirt, placing the flesh of his outstretched
palm against that of her naked and ample breast.

A bridge had been crossed. A decision made. Whatever the
morning dawn brought, neither of them would regret it.

The interplay of tongues between them was electric as two
sets of hands explored each others body. The soft flesh
beneath Mary's shirt seemed on fire as A.C. played with
her bounty. His thumbs pressed against her nipples,
marveling at their size as he imagined how nice they were
going to feel in his mouth.

Unable to wait any longer, A.C. grabbed the side of Mary's
shirt and pulled it upward, exposing one of the white
globes to the cool air conditioned air. Mary's breast was
capped with one of the widest areolas he'd ever seen, over
two inches across. In the center was a long thick nipple
as large as that on a baby bottle.

"You are so beautiful." A.C. exclaimed as he planted a
soft kiss on the top of Mary's exposed globe.

A loud sign erupted from Mary as she felt the wetness
engulf her mound. It'd been so long since she'd known any
touch other than her own. She closed her eyes and savored
the sensation.

As A.C. made no effort to quickly expose her other breast,
it was obvious that he was going to take his time. His
tongue darted to and fro, tracing wide circles around the
large nipple. Then he would tickle it directly before
taking it whole into his eager mouth once again.

Like a babe seeking nourishment, the younger man nurtured
at the source of motherhood. Each movement of his tongue,
each nip of his teeth, send long absent sensations though
Mary's reclining form.

"Oh, this feels good." Mary moaned as she laid back with
her eyes closed and just enjoyed the feel of A.C.'s
attentions.

A few minutes later, A.C. finally exposed her other ample
breast and repeated his performance. The result of which
was to send Mary further into a blissful state.

Again and again he covering her flesh with his warm mouth,
leaving a trail of warm saliva. A.C. buried his face in
the valley between her breasts and drank deeply of the
mixture of perfume and sweat. It was an inebriating aroma.

Her eyes still closed, Mary ran her hands across the back
of her young lovers head, guiding his tongue to her most
sensitive areas.

Lifting his head, Mary pulled her shirt completely off.
With a wide smile on her face the now topless woman eased
A.C. back onto the sofa cushion. Duplicating his own
actions, she slid his own shirt up over his chest,
exposing a well developed set of pecs and apps.

She leaned over and kissed him lightly. Continuing
downward, she kissed each of his nipples and gave them a
playful lick as well. A.C. had never considered his own
nipples as a sexual area before. It was an idea he would
have to look at more in the future. Right now, Mary had a
more immediate goal. Kissing her way down across his flat
stomach, the blonde paused at the elastic waistband of his
shorts and pulled them down, taking his boxers with them.

To her delight, his hard cock sprang free, bouncing in the
open air. A.C.'s cock had grown considerable during his
late teen growth spurt. Fully erect it stood almost eight
inches and was as thick if not thicker than her husbands.

"Now that is beauty." she said as she traced her
outstretched finger along it's length.

Mary continued to play with A.C.'s cock, cupping his balls
in her hand as she ran her other hand up and down it's
measure. Closing her fingers a little tighter she could
feel the power of his young manhood.

Leaning forward, Mary tongued the tip of his cock, licking
the drop of pre-cum that had formed there. A.C. thought he
would explode right there and then. He closed his eyes as
her tongue ran down the length of his shaft and swirled
around his balls. He couldn't wait for that hot, wet
sensation when her mouth could close over his aching cock.

Taking her time, Mary sucked on his balls, then moved her
way back up his shaft. Then in a fluid motion she engulfed
the length of his cock, sliding his young meat all the way
down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then
swallowed it again. She could feel the heat in his balls,
she knew it wouldn't take many strokes before she was
rewarded with a steady stream of hot cream.

"Oh God.....Oh God!...." A.C. gasped as he tried to hold
back. It was a one side contest. Mary had almost three
decades of practice behind her, she played his cock and
balls like a musical instrument.

"I'm gonna come...." He managed to gasp, seconds before
bursts of salty cum erupted into her mouth.

As soon as she felt the first drops, Mary deep throated
his cock and swallowed the seemingly endless stream as
fast as it came. She'd always like the taste of her
husbands cum, but was glad to learn that A.C.'s had its
own special taste.

With a slight reluctance, Mary let the semi-hard cock slip
from her mouth. A strange thought filled her head. It was
like riding a bike, how easily it all came back to her
once she got started.

A.C. was still speechless, the enormity of what had happen
was still sinking in. Extending two fingers of her hand,
Mary wiped a small stream of whiteness that had dripped
from her mouth. Running her tongue across her fingers she
licked them clean.

"That, was the best." A.C. said as he finally found his
voice. "I really mean that."

He sat up and kissed her, tasting his own ejaculation on
her tongue. Usually, this turned him off like a sudden
cold shower. This time he found it highly erotic.

"Now it's my turn." A.C. grinned as he slid down to the
carpeted floor.

Following A.C. instructions, Mary slid off her shorts and
panties and spread her legs. A.C.'s eyes opened wide as he
looked up at the hairiest bush he had ever seen. Mary's
entire crotch was covered with long blonde hair. All of
the women the young man had been with before had trimmed
their hair. Like the kiss, he also found this to be
erotic.

A.C. reached out between Mary's legs and traced the
outline of her light colored mound with his finger. He
moved to the center of her mound and rubbed back and forth
against it. As his finger became lubricated by the wetness
there, he slowing slid it between the folds. A soft gasp
escaped Mary's lips as A.C. slid the finger in and out,
again and again.

After a few minutes, A.C. replaced his fingers with his
tongue. An action that met with louder moans of approval
from Mary.

"Oh God yes!" Mary exclaimed at the touch of his tongue
against her valley.

Mary leaned back on the couch and spread her legs even
wider, inviting A.C. to further take of her delights. He
kissed left and right of her treasure, before spreading
Mary's moist lips with his fingers to exposed the excited
clit within.

A loud sudden cry escaped Mary's lips as A.C. made contact
with her love button. Countless nights of practice on a
steady stream of willing coeds proved their worth as A.C.
demonstrated his skill as a first class pussy licker.
Raising one of her legs atop the back of the couch, the 45
year old rolled her head back and closed her eyes, loosing
herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her
sexual center.

Mary's cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of
her younger lover's tongue. He again slid a finger inside
her, adding it's motion to the rhythm he'd established.
Faster and faster, moved both appendages, saturating the
surrounding blonde hair with a sticky nectar. And with
each repetition, both the waves of delight and resounding
cries that accompanied them increased as well.

"Oh yes," Mary yelled. "Lick my pussy, you've gotten it
so..so wet. I want to cum!"

It wasn't long before she got her wish as she felt her
body tense up and eruption of fire explode between her
legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped through her
quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption trickled
onto A.C.'s face. Ever since the night he had first sucked
Jenny's pussy, A.C. had loved the taste of a woman's
juices. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could.

The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested
before Mary quickly shifted into an upright position and
pulled A.C. to her. She kissed him hard, enjoying the
tasting of her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she
kissed him, alternating those deep soul kisses with ones
on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the sticky residue that
covered his cheeks.

"I want you inside me." she panted in between kisses. "I
want your cock in my pussy!" she said in a much louder
voice.

It wouldn't be until the next day when he was a thousand
miles away that A.C. would realize how much he had been 
turned on just hearing Mary talk like that. Her words were
right out of his teenage masturbation fantasies.

A.C. took hold of his cock and guided it to the entrance
of Mary's pussy. He rubbed it up and down against her
wetness a few times, covering his hardness with lubricant.
Mary reached down and closed her fingers around his cock
and helped guide him into her, not that he needed it. Mary
let out a small gasp as she felt his cockhead push aside
the outer walls of her pussy. It'd been quite a long time
since she'd felt something warm and alive inside of her.
A.C. echoed the soft moans as he felt those walls wrap
around his hard flesh. It may not have been a tight fit,
but it was most definitely a comfortable one.

Because she was much looser than the majority of his
previous lovers, Mary was able to take A.C.'s full length
without any effort or discomfort. She lifted her ass off
the floor as she pushed forward and seemed to pull him
even deeper. Already he had slid in and out of her a dozen
times, sending oscillating waves of pleasure radiating
outward from her sexual core. Waves that became more
frequent and intensive with each additional thrust.

It wasn't long before the two were matched in a perfect
rhythm. Each thrust being met by that of the other. Tiny
droplets of sweat covered the warm flesh of each of them
as they lost themselves more and more in their sexual
joining.

A.C. could feel that he was only minutes away from a
explosive climax. So it was with a sudden disappointment
that he suddenly felt Mary's hands pressing against his
chest, halting his energetic thrusts.

"What's wrong?" A.C. gasped.

"I want to fuck you!" Mary said, her brow covered with
sweat.

"I thought you were." A.C. grinned.

"No, you're fucking me. I want to fuck you!" she
continued.

A.C. finally understood and agreed with a smile.

Easing the young man's firm body off her, Mary pushed him
down on the soft carpeted floor. She spun around and
mounted him. Her breasts hanging above his face, he was
able to reach up and take hold of them. With a firm grip
on each soft mound, A.C. played with each nipple as she
began to ride his ever hard cock up and down.

"Oh yes....yes!!" Mary panted as she felt A.C.'s manhood
fill her again and again. It felt so good. It had been so
very long since it had felt so good.

Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she
slammed her sugar walls down around his pleasure pole,
there wasn't much A.C. could do but lay back and enjoy the
ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It was the
first time a woman had ever taken control in love-making
and he realized he could easily grow to like it.

"Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!" Mary yelled yet again.

Beads of sweat continued to run down both their bodies as
they began to rut like wild animals. . As she felt each
new thrust of A.C.'s cock, Mary thought of the countless
nights she'd masturbated thinking about how much she
missed having a man. Breaths came in labored short gasps
and Mary felt her vision blur as what had to be the most
intense orgasm in a very long time set her body afire.
Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above
that plateau that had existed for so long only in her
dreams.

Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to
fade. Her vision cleared, and in the silence her heartbeat
began to slowly return to normal. But the memory would
never fade. It would be something she would remember night
after night.

"Oh God, that was so wonderful." Mary moaned as she laid
atop A.C. and let her body relax.

A.C. reached up and gently caressed her breasts, planting
a kiss on her cheek as he did. His still hard cock slid
from her.

Reaching down between her legs, Mary took hold of his
erection. She realized that she'd been so wrapped up in
her own climax that she hadn't noticed that he hadn't shot
his own load. A.C. was one of those guys who always took a
long time to come a second time.

"Oh A.C., I'm sorry." she said apologetically as she
stroked his cock.

"It's OK." he said as she kissed her again.

"No, just give me a little time to get my breath." she
smiled back. "Then we'll take care of that.

A half hour later, Mary was happy to say she was indeed
ready to go at it again. She didn't know if was because
she had been celibate for so long or the excitement of
loving her almost-son. She only knew that if she was to
have only this night, she wanted to make the most of every
minute.

Running her hand across A.C.'s sweat covered chest, toying
with his matted chest hair, Mary had a sudden inspiration.
She brought her lips to his ears and whispered.

"What would you think of a shower, if only to clean some
of this off us?"

It took A.C. a moment to realize that Mary had said "us"
not "you". The idea that she was going to shower with him
seemed a more carnal thought than had fucking her.

"That sounds wonderful." A.C. beamed.

"I love this!" A.C. said as he felt the cooling water
splash against his skin. "It feels great!"

Mary joined him in the shower and was instantly in his
arms. They kissed for a few minutes, rubbing their hands
over each other, letting the hot water cover their bodies.
They each covered their hands with liquid soap from the
wall mounted dispenser and soaped up each others body.

A.C.'s hands slid across Mary's body, playing with her
breasts, pulling them to his mouth. Again he took his
time, playing with each nipple with both his fingers and
tongue. Mary closed her eyes, letting herself drift in
delight. It felt so good. So right.

They soon changed places and Mary took one of her new
lover's tiny nipples into her mouth, again showing him how
erogenous an area they could be. She reached down and took
his once again hard cock in her hand.

"I want you to fuck me again." Mary said as her soapy
fingers slid up and down his hardness. "But this time I to
try something different. I want to give you something I've
never given anyone else."

"What?" A.C. said as warm water ran down his face.

"I want you to fuck my ass." Mary said.

"Your ass?" A.C. repeated in disbelief.

"Yes." she confirmed.

A.C. couldn't believe it. With all the girls he screwed,
none had ever let him try that. It was an exciting idea.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, it's something I've wanted to try for years. Ever
since I saw it in one of those magazines that Josh keeps
hidden in his desk."

"You know about those?" he asked in amazement.

"Of course." she smiled. "There was little I didn't know
about."

"Amazing." A.C. laughed.

"Should we do it here?" Mary asked as she pressed her soap
covered ass against his hard cock.

"I think it might be better on a bed." A.C. suggested,
trying to hide the fact that he'd never done it before.

"Then a bed it is." Mary agreed as she gave his cock a
playful tug.

No sooner had they dried off and made their way to Mary's
bed when the older woman hopped onto it and took up a
position on all fours. Eager as well, A.C. climbed up
behind her and ran his hand across her ass-cheeks.

"I think we're going to need some kind of lubricant." he
said, remembering an article he read in a magazine
somewhere.

"I have something we can use in the night table." Mary
replied.

Leading him over to her night table, A.C. took out a large
tube of K-Y Jelly. It wasn't the tube that surprised him
as much as the large flesh colored dildo that laid next to
it in the drawer. This was truly a night for shattering
his illusions about Mrs. Austin.

Popping the lid off the jar, Mary reached in and scooped
up a generous portion of it with her fingers. First she
smeared it over the head of his cock, then the base. That
done, she slid a gel covered finger into her ass, then a
second, moving them in and out. Evidently, she actually
had given this a lot of thought. Finally, satisfied with
both the level of lubrication and tightness, she again
took up position on all fours and spread her legs. She
pushed two pillows under her chest and lowered herself
onto them. Her ass hung high in the air, inviting A.C.'s
entry.

A.C. hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. In the "how to"
article he'd read, it had said that anal sex could hurt a
lot if you did it wrong. What was that saying he'd once
heard. "If sex is a pain in the ass you're doing it
wrong!"

"It's all right. I'm ready." Mary said as she reached back
and again took hold of him, guiding him to her smaller,
tighter hole. "Here..." she said as she eased the head of
his cock against the opening.

Pushing forward, his cockhead slid inside her, her ass
wrapping itself around the gel covered cock. A.C. couldn't
believe the tightness of her ass, or how good it felt
around his cock. A.C. had been with virgins that hadn't
been this tight. He slid back a little, drawing it out
about and inch, then two, then he thrusted forward and
buried his shaft deep inside her.

"Fuck yes!!!!" Mary yelled as she felt the pain / pleasure
combination rip into her. "Fuck my ass, fill it with that
big beautiful cock!"

As her hole relaxed more, A.C. began to develop a rhythm,
thrusting harder with each stroke. Mary followed the
rhythm, pushing her ass back to meet each new thrust,
until his now engorged balls slapped against her ass. Her
frenzy increased with each new penetration, until she
could no longer speak, only utter a grunting noise.

As one hand balanced her against the bed, the other had
found it's way to her clit and she frigged herself
incessantly, adding to the fires raging within her.
Feeling A.C. begin to tense behind her, she managed
through sheer effort to again find her voice.

"Fuck me...." she panted in gasps. "Fill my ass with that
beautiful cum."

A few seconds later, A.C. fulfilled her request as he
experienced the most explosive orgasm of his young life.
Mary's sphincter tightened around the base of his cock as
a fountain of cum rushed into her. Each additional thrust
brought more, until he was finally drained completely.
Then in exhaustion he collapsed on top of her, his cock
still inside her as if, even drained, she was unwilling to
get him go.

The second session of lovemaking left both of them totally
exhausted and they slept the sleep of the contented. It
was early morning before either of them opened their eyes.

"Good morning, lover." Mary said as she kissed A.C. awake.

"Good morning." the young man responded as he sat up in
bed and looked at the nearby clock.

They looked at each other for a moment. Neither had to say
it, they both knew that the intimacy that they'd shared
mere hours before was not to be repeated. It would however
live forever in their memories.

"Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes." Mary
Austin said as she adjusted the belt on her robe. "You
have time to grab a shower if you want."

"Sounds like a good idea." A.C. said as he slipped out
from under the sheets and stood up. Strange as it seemed,
given the events of last night, but he felt a little funny
standing naked in front of Mary. He did however take note
that she hadn't offered to join him in the shower. The
night was really over.

A.C.'s showers was brief and he stepped out of the
bathroom ten minutes later. As he stepped out into the
hall, he was so preoccupied that he didn't notice the tall
figure standing alongside the bathroom door.

"I hope you had the decency to bring your own clean
underwear." said the deep male voice from behind A.C.

"Josh!" he said as he whirled around.

The two friends exchanged hugs, it was as if it had been
days instead of months since they'd seen each other. It
took only a few minutes to bring each other up to date.

"I hope you haven't left my bed the mess you usually leave
yours in." Josh said as he took a step toward his room,
the one closest to the bathroom.

"Oh shit!" A.C. said to himself, horror flashing through
his mind. Josh's bed was as crisply made as it was the
previous afternoon. It would be obvious that A.C. hadn't
slept in it.

"I knew it!" Josh exclaimed as he stepped into his room.

"Josh, I...." A.C. said as he followed him.

Horror turned to relief as A.C. saw that the bed was an
appropriate mess. Mary had even thought of that.

"..... I was just going to get to that." A.C. finished.

"Hey, I'm only kidding." his friend laughed. "Let's get
down to breakfast."

Breakfast was as good if not better than last nights
dinner. By the time the two young men were done, both of
their plates were empty. A.C. couldn't remember the last
time he'd had such an appetite.

Mary was about to say something when the phone rang. Josh
started to get up when she said she'd get it.

"If that's the office, tell them I died." he quipped.

The call turned out to be from Mike Ford, one of the
teachers at the school that both boys had attended long
ago. Mary still did some volunteer work for the PTA. The
conversation was brief, merely a confirmation of
previously agreed on plans. It was the tag at the end of
their chat that surprised the two young men at the table.

"Oh Mike, does that offer of dinner still hold for
Saturday night?" Mary asked. "It does? Well then why don't
you pick me up around 07:30. Good, I'll see you then.
Bye."

Josh Austin looked at his mother in shock. Mike Ford, a
widower himself, had been asking Mary out for three months
now. On every other occasion, she gave him the same pat
answer - that it was too soon. Josh had begun to think
that she would still be giving that same answer until long
after anyone stopped asking.

"What brought on this change of heart?" he asked. "Not
that I'm complaining."

"Oh I don't know." Mary said as she picked up the two
empty plates. "I guess A.C.'s visit made me realize that I
should stop acting my age - or at least how I thought a
woman my age was supposed to act."

"That's my friend A.C." Josh said as he slapped him on the
back. "I always said you had a golden tongue."

"I can attest to that." Mary said too low for her son to
hear, but the wide smile on her face was evident to all.

END

Home Improvement - Jill's Story-by Ann
Douglas

(AnnD@NYC.Pipeline.Com)

Jill Taylor savored the absolute quiet in the house as she
sat at the dinner table going over her psychology notes
for the exam she would be facing Monday morning. Normally
on a Saturday afternoon, the Taylor household would be
filled with the sounds of her three sons, not to mention
the noise of her husband Tim's latest home improvement
project. Under those conditions, studying would've been
out of the question. So it was with great appreciation
that she watched as Tim and his sidekick Al loaded Mark,
Randy and Brad into the van and headed off to the woods
for a weekend of camping.

The clock chimed one and Jill decided it was time for a
break. Making herself a glass of ice tea, she moved over
to the couch and stretched out her legs.

"All I need right now," Jill thought, "Is someone to
massage my feet."

Almost as in answer, the doorbell rang and Jill put aside
her cup of tea as she rose to answer it.

"Good Afternoon, Mrs. Taylor." The beautiful young woman
said as Jill opened the door.

"Heidi!" Jill replied as she saw the young assistant from
Tool Time standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry to bother you on a Saturday afternoon, Mrs.
Taylor." The dark haired girl said with a smile. "But this
package came for Tim at the studio. I happened to stop by
there because I forgot something yesterday and I saw it in
the mail bin. Its the new powered tape measure he ordered
and since he's been talking about it all week, I thought
I'd drop it off on my way home."

"Why that's awfully nice of you, Heidi." Jill said as she
took the small package. "But I'm afraid Tim took the boys
camping for the weekend."

"Oh well," Heidi said. "At least it'll be waiting for him
when he get home."

"Well as long as you're here, I was just taking a study
break and having an ice tea." said Jill. "Would you like
to join me?"

"Sure." Heidi said as she stepped inside.

As she walked by, Jill couldn't help but note how
beautiful she was. Aside from a very pretty face, she had
a body that just didn't quit. Her breasts were firm and
full, her stomach flat, and her buns small and round. Her
long brown hair hung loose across the low cut blouse she
wore. The kind men loved because it game them an ample
view of a woman's breasts.

In the last year or so, Jill had become increasingly aware
that she was getting older and gaining weight as well as
years. She no longer had the body she once did, not that
she ever had a body anything like Heidi's.

"Lemon?" Jill asked as she poured the tea.

"Yes, please." Heidi replied as she looked around the
living room. "You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Taylor."

"Why thank you." Jill responded. "And please call me Jill.
Mrs. Taylor sounds so old."

"Ok, Jill." Heidi laughed as she took the tall glass.

"Do you enjoy working on Tool Time?" Jill asked, not
knowing what else to say.

"Oh yes," The younger girl beamed. "Its a lot of fun, and
Tim's a great boss. I was very lucky to get the job."

Jill took note of the inflection in Heidi's voice when she
said her husband's name. The previous Tool Time girl had
been fired after she came on to Tim one night when he was
working late. Tim had laughed the incident off, but Jill
had been shaken by it. She no longer thought of herself as
sexy or even pretty. Tim didn't help matters any with all
his jokes about her weight and how he'd soon have to build
an addition onto the house so he'd have room to move
around. Even their lovemaking had become pretty routine
and dull. That was one of the reasons she had decided to
go back to school, to recapture the self image she had
once had.

"Oh, your studying psychology." Heidi noted as she saw the
books spread out on the dinner table. "I minored in that
when I was in college."

"You minored in psychology." Jill repeated, when she was
really thinking, "You went to college?"

"Well I majored in business administration, and psychology
seemed a good minor to go along with it." Heidi continued
as she flipped through the open textbook.

"You have a degree in business and you're working on Tool
Time?" Jill asked in disbelief.

"Well its not my great ambition, but it pays the bills.
Its not that easy finding a good position in todays job
market. So for now, if they want to pay me good money to
smile and look nice standing next to the tools, well I'm
not going to turn them down. Look how well Vanna White did
just turning letters."

"I guess so," replied Jill. "Beauty and brains," She
thought. "I should hate this girl but I don't, I envy her"

"In fact, I was amazed that the girl before me even quit."
Heidi added.

"Well she really didn't quit." Jill said without thinking.
"She made a grab for Tim one night and she was asked to
leave."

No sooner had she said it then Jill was sorry she had. Was
she that afraid that Heidi would also make a play for Tim.
And if she did take him away, that Jill couldn't find
anyone else who would want her.

"That must've been terrible." Heidi said.

Jill just nodded.

Well I can assure you that you don't have to worry about
that happening between me and Tim." Heidi said.

"Really." Jill replied unconvincingly as all her fears
suddenly rolled out. "I can just ignore the fact that
you're twice as beautiful as the girl you replaced. That
you are already going out of your way to do little things
for my husband. That he spends the day with you walking
around in cut off shorts and a low tank top and then comes
home to me. That he doesn't even look at me in desire
anymore. His hot rod gets more attention."

If Jill had regretted her first comments, these were even
worse. They had all just come blurting out. She felt like
a fool.

"You shouldn't feel that way, you're a very attractive
woman." Heidi said. "If Tim can't see that, well than he's
not the man I thought he was. It doesn't matter if a woman
gets a little older or puts on a few more pounds, it
doesn't change who she is."

"You really don't have an interest in Tim?" Jill asked.

"Of course not, no interest at all."

"I wish I could believe that." Jill answered.

"Listen, I'm going to tell you something I really don't
tell people. Most of them wouldn't understand, but I'm
telling you because I think its the only way to convince
you of what I'm saying."

Jill just look at her perplexed.

"Jill, I don't have any interest in Tim or any man. I'm a
Lesbian." Heidi said.

"A lesbian?" Jill repeated softly.

That's right, so you don't ever have to worry about Tim
and me."

"I never would've guessed, I mean you don't look like
one."

"What does a lesbian look like?" Heidi asked. "Ugly women
with crew cuts and logger outfits. Bull dykes who hate
men. Most people are so homophobic that all they can see
are the stereotypes."

"You're right, and Tim is one of them." Jill countered.
"And I guess in a way so am I. I guess I expected a
lesbian to be just like that."

"So I assume that you'll keep my secret." Heidi asked.

"Oh of course." Jill replied.

The two women drank the rest of their tea in silence. Jill
couldn't keep her eyes off Heidi. Lesbian, the word
brought up a multitude of images in her mind. She
remembered all the jokes she had heard growing up. Living
on military bases all her life, the image of homosexuals
she got was far from positive. Even in college, there were
a few girls that people whispered about, but Jill had
never really known any of them.

Heidi finished her drink and placed the glass down on the
table. She thanked Jill and said she should let Jill get
back to her books. She started for the door when Jill
spoke.

"Heidi, did you really mean it when you said I was
pretty?"

"You mean did I say that as one woman saying it to make
another feel good about her appearance," the younger woman
replied. "Or did I say that as a lesbian who might find
you desirable?"

"I guess that's exactly what I mean." Jill said, a little
embarrassed to hear it put just that honestly.

"Well, I'll give you an honest answer." Heidi said as she
took a few steps forward until she was only a few feet
away from Jill. "As a woman, I find you very attractive.
You're cute, articulate, and have an very good wit. I was
never one for empty headed Barbie doll types. If I had the
slightest thought that you might've been interested, I
definitely would've made a pass at you. Does that answer
your question?"

"Yes," Jill laughed, a wide smile on her face. A smile
that had been too long absent.

"See, look at that." Heidi said in response to the smile.
"How could anyone not think you were beautiful."

Jill turned beet red. The idea that another woman would
find her beautiful in a sexual way both embarrassed and
excited her.

"Well, I'd better go." Heidi said again.

"Wait," Jill exclaimed as she took a step closer. "I can't
believe I'm going to say this, but I can't imagine I'll
ever be in the situation to say it again."

"What?" Heidi asked in curiosity, this time the wide smile
was on her face.

"Whenever I seen a picture of two women who were, well you
know....."

"Lesbians....dykes....women in comfortable shoes...."
Heidi quipped.

"Yes," Jill continued, now even more embarrassed. "I've
always wondered what it would be like....... to kiss
another woman."

"Is that all?" Heidi said.

Before Jill could say another word, Heidi stepped closer
and moved her lips to Jill's. The softness of their touch
sent a spark of excitement though the older woman. Closing
her eyes, she felt the wetness of the younger girl's
tongue press against her lips. She opened her mouth to
admit it. Her own tongue reached out to caress it.

While she indulged in the heady sensation of the taboo
kiss, Jill reached up and cupped Heidi's breast as so many
boys had once done to her. Braless under the thin blouse,
Jill could feel the warm softness and ran her fingers
across Heidi's erect nipples. The erectness told her that
Heidi was as excited as she was.

Finally the kiss ended and Heidi took a step back. She had
been surprised when Jill had reached for her breast.
Surprised, but pleased.

"I hope that was all you expected." Heidi said.

"Yes it was." Jill replied breathlessly.

"Well, I guess its really time for me to go now." Heidi
repeated.

Jill didn't reply as the dark haired woman turned and
headed for the door. She had gone so far as to open it
when Jill finally spoke.

"I'd really like you to stay, Heidi." She said with firm
conviction.

Taking the younger woman's hand in her own, Jill led Heidi
up the stairs to her bedroom. Her heart was racing and her
skin felt warm all over. Part of her felt a little guilty
about what she was doing, but a larger part of her wanted
it to happen. All thoughts of Tim and the boys had been
banished from her mind. All she knew at this moment was
that she was with someone who felt she was desirable. That
it was another woman just filled a secret long buried
fantasy.

No sooner had they entered the bedroom when Jill turned
and kissed Heidi. This time she was the aggressor. As long
as she didn't stop to think about what she was doing, she
wouldn't have second thoughts. She again reached for
Heidi's large breasts, sliding her hands across them.

Heidi broke the kiss and sat Jill down on the bed. Then
with slow, deliberate movements, she began to unbutton her
blouse. Jill watched fascinated as the view of Heidi's
bosom grew larger and larger until she opened the blouse
and the plentiful mounds fell free.

Her aureole were almost two inches across and stood out as
dark circles against her creamy white skin. Her nipples
were thick like the nipples of a baby bottle, just begging
to be sucked.

She reached up and ran her long fingers across each
breast, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples. Then she
pulled one breast up as far as she could and reached out
with her tongue. She was just able to caress her own
nipple. Then she repeated the action with her own breast.

"Do you like?" She asked.

"Oh yes...." Jill said softly.

Heidi now undid the belt on her jeans and let them drop to
the floor. Stepping out of them, she reached down and
slipped off the small white panties she wore. Jill looked
down at the small patch of pubic hair, it was obvious she
trimmed it regularly. Jill had many times tasted the
juices of her own pussy, be it on her fingers after
masturbation or on Tim's cock after intercourse. She
wondered how different Heidi would taste. So wrapped up in
the building lust with now filled her, Jill never
considered the idea of not eating out Heidi. As if it was
the most natural thing in the world for her to do.

"Now its your turn?" Heidi said.

Jill stood up and reached behind her to undo the zipper of
her dress. As it dropped, she wished she had a prettier
bra on. She had a few really exotic ones, but they were
buried in the bottom of her underwear draw. They had been
for a long time.

Opening the clasp of her bra, Jill hesitated for a moment.
Not out of embarrassment, but from the thought that they
would pale next to Heidi's.

"I'm afraid they haven't held up as much as I wished they
had." Jill said as she opened the undergarment.

"They, like you are beautiful." Heidi replied as she
stepped over to Jill and placed a hand on each breast.
Then she bent over and planted a kiss on each nipple,
running her tongue across it as she did.

Jill sighed, it felt so wet and soft. Tim could never suck
her breasts without using his teeth - like they were a
meal to be devoured.

Heidi reached down and slid off Jill's panties. Unlike her
own tightly trimmed hair, Jill had a wild bush that spread
all over her crotch. Tim truly hated going down her, so
there wasn't really any reason to cut it.

Now both women were totally naked and Heidi held Jill
tight against her. Their breasts pressed against one
another as Heidi kissed Jill lightly and nibbled at her
ear.

"Are you sure you're comfortable about this?" She
whispered as she caressed Jill's body.

"Yes." Jill whispered back.

Heidi kissed her again, harder this time. Her hands rubbed
up against Jill's large ass, playing with the large mounds
of flesh. Sliding upward, her fingers glided against her
moist pussy, stopping to rub against her clit and her
opening.

"You know what would be great." Heidi said as she nibbled
on Jill's neck. "If we took a shower together."

'That's a great idea!" Jill exclaimed as she broke the
embrace and pulled Heidi to the master bathroom. "And
you're not going to believe this shower."

Jill was right about the shower, Heidi couldn't believe
it. It was big enough for four people. It had four
showerheads at different heights and even a bench built
into the wall if you wanted to sit in the shower. There
was piped in music from a speaker built into the ceiling
and an assortment of hand rails for balance. Tim had built
it for her birthday last year, then they had used it
together exactly twice. After that it was off to the next
project. Sometimes Jill thought Tim had a better orgasm
when he completed a project that when he fucked her.

"I love this!" Heidi said as she turned on al four
showers. "It feels great!"

Jill joined her in the shower and was instantly in her
arms. They kissed for a few minutes, rubbing their hands
over each other, letting the hot water cover their bodies.
They each covered their hands with liquid soap from the
wall mounted dispenser and soaped up each others body.

Heidi's hands slid across Jill's body, playing with her
breasts, pulling them to her mouth. This time she took her
time, playing with each nipple with both her fingers and
tongue. Jill closed her eyes, letting herself drift in
delight. It felt so good.

They soon changed places and Jill took one on of her new
lover's large nipples into her mouth. Never could she
imagine that she would be sucking on another woman's
breasts and loving it. She tried to imitate Heidi's
actions but she knew she couldn't do her the same justice.
But Heidi didn't seem to mind based on the look of bliss
on her face. She laughed as the water dripped down her
body and offered Jill her other breast. Eagerly, Jill
shifted her mouth to it.

After a little while, Heidi eased Jill to a sitting
position on the bench. Spreading her legs, the younger
woman dropped to her knees and began to kiss her way up
Jill's tighs. Reaching her pubic mound, she covered it
with kisses and then spread it open with her fingers.

The twin sensations of the warm water hitting against her
body and the touch of Heidi's talented tongue was enough
to almost send Jill into instant orgasm. It had been years
since anyone had touched her in such a way.

Feeling the shudder that passed though Jill's body, Heidi
pushed her tongue deep inside Jill. At the same time, she
pushed her face tighter against her mound. It wouldn't
take long she knew, Jill had waited too long for this. She
continued to lick away with all her energy, rubbing
against her clit with her finger as she did. Jill was
beyond talking now, but Heidi could measure her response
by the quickness of her breath.

When Jill finally came it was explosive. Her body quaked
with passion and Heidi took a powerful grip on her legs
and held her waiting mouth and tongue firm. Jill also had
a firm grip on the back of her head and was also holding
it in place.

The sweetness of Jill's cum delighted Heidi as it slid
across her tongue and into her mouth. It was made even
more delightful by the knowledge that this was the first
time she had given it to another woman.

Finally Jill's exhausted form stopped shaking and she laid
back against the tile wall. Heidi laid at her feet, her
head resting against her mound, watching the shower water
wash her lover clean.

Minutes passed, then Jill said.

"Now its my time, but lets move to the bed. I want to let
your juices cover my face, not just wash away."

Heidi just smiled at Jill's enthusiasm. There was nothing
like the passion of a woman who had decided that you were
the one she wanted to give her viginity to. In a way,
prior to today, she had been as much a virgin as she had
been before her first man.

Dropping onto the bed, wet and naked, Jill motioned for
Heidi to lay on top of her.

"Don't worry about getting the sheets wet!" She exclaimed.
"Before we're done I want them soaked and not just with
water!"

"Yes, indeed." Heidi thought as she laid atop Jill. "The
passion of a virgin!"

Jillhere were other people out there who could love her.

Heidi spent the night and they made love twice more. Both
of them knew that their sexual relationship would go no
further than the morning, but it had done Jill a world of
good. After breakfast, Heidi gave Jill a gentle kiss good-
bye and simple left.

Heading into the kitchen to clean up the dishes, Jill saw
the small package Heidi had come by yesterday to deliver.
Taking the box in her hand, Jill tossed it upward and then
caught it in mid-air.

"I don't think I'll ever complain about Tim's stupid tools
again." She said to the empty air.

With a memory of satisfaction in her mind and a smile on
her face, Jill tossed the power tape measure onto the
kitchen countertop.

END

Hot Summer Night

Part One

by Ann Douglas

Rachel Fontana fumbled with the two paper bags full of
groceries as she tried to unlock the door to her
apartment. It had been a hectic day, the likes of which
she hadn't seen in a long time. All she wanted to do was
have dinner, kick off her shoes and turn up the air
conditioner to high. New York City in August was not a fun
place to be. Especially in the middle of a heat wave.

"Damn." she mumbled as she almost dropped the keys.
"Nothing is going right today."

The door finally opened and she stumbled inside, just as
one of the bags ripped, sending the contents all over the
floor. She put the remaining bag on the small breakfast
nook of her equally small kitchenette and then went back
to pick up the rest.

Then it hit her that the apartment was insufferable hot.
What was wrong with the air conditioning. Reaching for a
can of peas, she noticed the small note that had been
slipped under her door. Picking it up she read.

"To all tenants.....A Con Edison transformer blew out over
on Houston Street causing a small blackout. Electricity is
expected to be restored by 8 PM . Any problems please call
me.

A. Martinez"

"96 degrees and no air conditioning." Rachel said to
herself as she dropped the last of the groceries on the
small table. "This day's never going to end. At least it's
Friday."

With a shrug, the 25 year old proceeded to open some of
the windows in her 4th floor apartment to let in the
breeze, not that there was any. Without the countering
effect of the air conditioner it was definitely too hot to
turn on the oven so she decided to just toss a TV dinner
in the microwave instead. First order of business however
had to be a cold shower. After ten hours in these clothes,
capped by a twenty minute ride in that inferno they call
the subway, even the most expensive outfit began to look
like a rag. The layer of sweat under those clothes was
beginning to itch.

Stepping into the bathroom, Rachel took a good look at
herself in the mirror. The heat and humidity had really
done a number on her blonde hair. She hated to think what
it would look like if she hadn't decided to get it cut
short for the summer. Unbuttoning her blouse, she
practically had to peel it off. Her bra followed,
revealing a firm 34 inch bust covered with small droplets
of perspiration.

"You think that if I was going to get this sweaty I'd have
least had fun getting that way." she laughed to herself.

Truth was that it had been quite some months since Rachel
enjoyed that kind of fun. She had broke up with her last
boyfriend in June and really hadn't met any one she really
liked since. Oh there'd been a few dates here and there,
even a few overnight stays. But they were just quick
fucks, something to break up the monotony. The last one of
them was three weeks ago.

"Too bad "Old Herman" isn't here any more." Rachel mused
as she finished undressing.

"Old Herman" was Herman Kruger. Up to a month ago he'd
been the superintendent of the building. He wasn't really
that old but it was a name the neighborhood kids had given
him. A really nice man, the 61 year old had befriended the
young secretary when she'd moved in last year. That
friendship had turned into something a little bit more on
his birthday last year when she'd given him a blow job as
a gift. It was the least she could do after all the favors
he'd done for her.

To her surprise, Herman had turned out to be both quite
well endowed and potent. Afterwards, she didn't know why
she expected him to be otherwise except for the common
misconception a lot of younger people have that older
people don't have sex. It had been such an enjoyable
experience that it began to be repeated at least once a
month.

Among all the good thing she could say about Herman, the
first on her list would be that he was definitely all man.
Unlike so many of the men she encountered in her office or
in the bars and gym she frequented. In fact, the brown
haired girl was thinking of seeing how good a fuck he
might be when his birthday came around again.

But Herman had died in a car accident early last month,
causing her to regret having not acted on her impulse.
More than just a sometime lover, Herman had been a friend
and she cried long and hard when she heard the news. She'd
gone to his wake only to find herself under verbal assault
by his widow. A nasty woman who Herman had once mentioned
had lost interest in sex twenty years before. Mrs. Kruger
had evidently somehow found out about the little gifts to
her husband. She'd called Rachel a whore and threatened to
make enough of scene that she'd have Rachel thrown out of
the building.

As it turned out, it was the widow Kruger that moved out
instead. Michael Maris, who also lived on the building,
overheard her discussion with Rachel and quickly moved to
the younger woman's defense. He told the widow that Rachel
hadn't been the only person in the building who was
servicing the late Mr. Kruger. Michael was so openly gay
that Hanna Kruger couldn't help but get his meaning.
Herman hadn't been too particular about who was on the
other end of a hot mouth. Not exactly the kind of story
the widow Kruger wanted spread around.

Rachel hadn't met the new super yet. He'd only started
last week and there were 19 other tenants. He'd get around
to introducing himself to her soon enough. Stepping into
the shower, she idly wondered what were the odds that Mr.
A. Martinez was a 6' Adonis who had a thing for small
short haired brunettes.

The splash of cool water against her 5'4" frame felt good.
The frigid touch caused her nipples to harden, reminding
her it was been sometime since anyone had touched them.
Brushing the tips with her fingers, she smiled at the
pleasing sensation it brought. Even as a teenager, she'd
had the most sensitive nipples.

After spending a few moments to cool off her body, Rachel
turned the single water control in the opposite direction.
She filled her hands with liquid soap from the wall
dispenser and began to soap up her body.

Rachel again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert
nipples to a familiar hardness. As always, her own touch
felt so good. Soapy hands glided down across her slim
stomach, finding their way to the tightly trimmed blonde
bush below. She continued down between her legs and then
around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail
of bubbles in her wake.

Rachel let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against
her mound. Running her long outstretched fingers across
her firm mounds once again, giving them a playful squeeze,
the lithe woman was reminded of how horny she'd felt
lately.

The last two men who'd shared her bed had turned out to be
serious disappointments. Both had shot their load much too
soon and had little interest in spending the time after
that to give her the pleasure she deserved.

"God, I need a good fuck." she said to herself as she
again glided her fingers down across her stomach and
across the thin layer of blonde fuzz.

With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal lips,
quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden within.
Closing her eyes as she leaned back again the tiled wall,
she pressed a slippery finger against it.

"Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from
her cunt. "That feels so nice."

She slid a soapy finger up within herself, followed by a
second and a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard
cock, but it would have to do.

It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her
fingers in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her
legs into a conflagration.

The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room
with steam. The heat of which paled next to that which
radiated across her quaking body as her fingers caressed
her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy.

Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O.
Rachel felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of
delight rippled up and down her naked form.

Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the
shower drops, passed as the blonde rested against the now
warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her
climax.

Exiting the shower, she quickly dried off and just put on
a thin cloth robe. Since she had no plans for the evening
other than crashing on the couch with a pint of chocolate
ice cream, getting dressed again was a waste of time. At
bedtime she would exchange the robe for the thin T-shirt
she normally wore to sleep. Except on those nights when
she had company in which case she skipped the shirt.

Fifteen minutes later, the remains of a TV dinner were in
the garbage pail. Since the power was still off, she
turned on the battery powered radio and settled on the
couch with the book she had been reading on the train.
Another hour had passed by the time she looked up at the
clock, noticing that it was already 8:15 and still no
power.

It was then she heard someone knocking on the door across
the hall and the sound of muffled voices. A minute later
came a loud knocking on her own door.

Rachel took a moment to compose herself before answering.
After all, she still was only wearing the robe. She looked
though the peep-hole and then opened the door.

Standing in the doorway was a tall Puerto Rican woman in
her middle 30's. About 5'9", she had a dark olive
complexion and weighed in the neighborhood of 150 lbs. Her
frame carried the weight well, the type of woman you
usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair
topped a round pleasant face and thick bright red lips
framed a warm smile.

"Can I help you?" Rachel asked.

"Rachel Fontana, right?" the woman asked in return.

"Yes, that me." Rachel replied a little on the defensive.
"Can I help you." she repeated.

"Actually I was just stopping by to see if I could help
you." the woman said. "Antoinette Martinez, I'm the new
superintendent."

It was then that Rachel noticed the tool box on the floor.
It never occurred to her that A. Martinez could be a
woman. She was dressed in a plain denim shirt and pants.
But there was no mistaking that she was a woman, not with
the valley of her 38 inch bust visible to the point of
bursting through the open top buttons of her blouse.

"Oh, nice to finally meet you." Rachel recovered. "Won't
you please come in."

"Thank you." Antoinette said as she picked up the tool box
and stepped inside.

"I'm afraid I have some bad new." she continued as Rachel
closed the door. "Con Ed now says they might not have the
power back before midnight. So I thought I'd check and
make sure nobody needed batteries for flashlights or
anything like that."

"That's very thoughtful of you." Rachel said.

"Well being new and all, I figured it couldn't hurt." she
said.

The pleasantries out of the way, Rachel suddenly felt a
little awkward and at a loss for words.

"I was just thinking of having a cold beer." she said.
"Would you like one, or soda if you want?"

"No, a beer would be fine." the taller woman said. "You
were the last person on the tenant list so I'm done for
the night."

Reaching into the refrigerator for two bottles, the
younger woman wondered why she had suddenly offered her a
beer. Then again, it never hurt to be nice to the super,
you never knew when something in the apartment was going
to break. Besides, with the television out, a little
company for a while might be nice.

"Would you like a glass?" she asked as she walked back
into the living room.

"The bottle's fine." Antoinette said as she accepted the
drink.

"Have a seat." Rachel said as she gestured to the couch.
"Antoinette, you said, right?"

"Most people call me, Toni." she said as she took a sip
from the bottle. "It's a lot easier."

"OK, Toni it is." she said as she brought her own bottle
to her lips.

The two women took a another drink of beer, commenting how
good it tasted in the oppressive heat. Toni commented on
the decor of the small apartment and asked what kind of
work Rachel did. The smaller woman told how she was a
secretary at a midtown law firm. She's been there a little
over two years and was quite happy in that aspect in her
life. In turn, she asked Toni how she happened to wind up
as the superintendent.

"Well, I've always liked working with my hands." she said
between sips. "I grew up with four brothers and my father
was a jack of all trades. He just treated me like he did
his sons and taught me everything he knew."

"Must be interesting." Rachel noted, all too aware that
changing a light bulb was the extent of her own household
repair skills.

"It can be." was the olive skinned woman's reply. "And I
was really lucky to get this job. If it wasn't for Herman
having introduced me to the owners a few months ago, I'd
have never gotten it. They were looking for a replacement
for one of their other buildings and I was applying for
that job. Then when Herman had his accident, I applied for
this one instead."

"You were a friend of Herman's" Rachel asked.

"Actually he was a friend of my fathers first." Toni
continued. "I've known him about ten years, ever since I
got out of college."

"You went to college?" a surprised Rachel asked.

"I have a B.A. in business." she replied. "But I soon
found that the 9-5 grind wasn't for me. I've never looked
back."

"So much for first impressions." Rachel thought as she
finished her drink. "Can I get you another one of those?"
she asked.

"Thank you, that would be fine." Toni said as she handed
back her own empty bottle.

Rachel quickly returned from the kitchen with two more
bottle as well as a few snacks out of the fridge. The
first drink had been simple courtesy, this was because she
found she liked this woman.

"So how has your first week been?" she asked as they again
took their places on the couch.

"So far, so good." she replied. "It's funny meeting all
the people Herman told stories about and how most everyone
has turned out to be just like he described them."

"Herman described everyone to you?" Rachel asked,
wondering what he'd said about her.

"Oh yeah, all the little dirty details." Toni laughed.
"Like Mrs. Stapleton up in 5B who likes to change in front
of an open window, knowing full well that Johnny Ross's
room is right across the courtyard. That 14 year old gets
a free show every night. Or Keith Lewis down in 2A, who
skips over to Betty Rogers apartment as soon as her
husband leaves for work in the morning."

Rachel smiled, she hadn't heard that one before. Gossip
was more fun when you knew the people involved.

"I'm almost afraid to ask what he told you about me." she
said.

"Only good things." Toni returned her smile. "That's you
were a good person, that you were very caring and
considerate....and oh yeah, and that you gave killer
head!"

Rachel had just started to take a long pull on her beer
during Toni's pause. Now she almost choked as she spit out
what she had just began to swallow.

"What....." she gasped.

"Are you OK?" Toni leaned forward. "I'm afraid sometimes I
talk before I think."

"It's all right." Rachel said as she caught her breath.
"You just took me off guard."

"If it makes you feel any better, he mentioned that when I
was giving him one too." Toni said.

"You and Herman?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing serious, just a little recreational sex now and
then." Toni replied. "Herman liked to screw around without
any complications. He was pretty good at it too."

The grin of satisfaction on her beaming face caused Rachel
to again regret never having found out for herself.

"Hope you're not embarrassed by all this." Toni said.
"There's nothing wrong with a fun fuck now and then."

Rachel agreed with the older woman and lamented that it'd
been too long since she'd had a good fuck.

"There's nothing wrong with making use of a good man." the
younger woman said. "I wish I could find a new one."

"How do you feel about women?" Toni asked almost casually
as she took another sip.

"In what way?" Rachel asked, caught off guard by the
question.

"In this way." Toni said in a tone almost too soft to be
heard as she leaned all the way forward and kissed Rachel
on her lips.

The sudden pressure of those thick full lips against her
own took the young secretary by surprise. It'd been a very
long time since she'd been kissed by another woman like
this - junior year of college to be exact. It'd been a
short but very intense affair with an older girl at NYU.
The opportunity to experiment further had never presented
itself.

After a few very long seconds, Toni broke the kiss and
moved her head back a little. She'd been unsure of what
Rachel's reaction would be but figured that the worse that
could happen would be that she'd tell her to get out of
her apartment. When there was no resistance to the kiss
and no outcry when it was done, she knew that wasn't going
to happen.

Just then, the lights in the apartment came back on and
the steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room.
Both woman looked into each others eyes, searching for
something to say. Finally, Rachel spoke, shattering the
quiet.

"Talk about a kiss being magic." she said.

Both women laughed, the awkward threshold behind them.
Toni reached out and took Rachel's hand in her own.

"Are you OK with this? she asked softly.

"What do you think?" she replied as this time she moved
forward and returned the kiss.

Part Two

This time the kiss was long and even more pleasant. Rachel
was surprised at how comfortable she was with the idea of
an encounter with another woman. Oh well, her motto had 
always been, if it feels good - do it.

The two women traded kisses for a few minutes, their
tongues making the briefest of contacts. Rachel felt a
soft touch just below her neck, a touch that became firmer
as it moved beneath the folds of her robe. Toni's hand
closed on the younger woman's small globe, tickling the
hard erect nipple as it did.

"That feels nice." Rachel purred between kisses, thinking
how the touch was so unlike that of her last lover. Both
soft and hard at the same time.

"It gets better." was the whispered reply.

Toni undid the sash of Rachel's robe and pulled it open,
giving her open access to the soft delights beneath it.
Easing the light skinned girl back on to the soft
cushions, she reached up with her large hands and cradled
each of her smaller globes. In a counter-clockwise motion,
she began to massage them, playing with the small nipples
with her outstretched thumbs.

"Oh yes." Rachel said as she closed her eyes for a moment
and enjoyed the sensation. Was it only an hour or so ago
she was wishing for the touch of a new lover.

Pleased with Rachel's reaction, Toni leaned over and
kissed each nipple. Continuing to play with her left
breast, the super ran her tongue across the right, leaving
a thin trail of wetness. Her mouth now sought out the rest
of the tenant's breasts and began to suck on them. Her
roving tongue covering the entire surface them with
wetness. Rachel shivered at the touch of Toni's lips on
her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Rachel's small nubs.
Each lick bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips
closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves
through Rachel, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans
which brought great joy to Toni, spurring her on.

Toni reached down between Rachel's legs and traced the
outline of her blonde framed haired mound with her finger.
Then it moved to the center and rubbed against it. As her
finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing
slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Rachel's
lips as Toni slid the finger in and out, soon following it
with a second.

Toni licked each nipple a final time and them moved her
head down Rachel's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her
way. Lower and lower she kissed her way until she reached
the edge of Rachel's wetness. The super then kissed one
thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of
Rachel's ecstasy.

"Oh yes....Rachel said as she reached down and guided
Toni's head. "It feels so good...."

The smell of Rachel's crotch made Toni lightheaded. It was
like perfume to her. She reached out and parted the wet
lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them,
driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored
the taste, a taste she knew would never grow tired of.

"Oh God, Toni," Rachel said as her body jumped at the
touch. "I never knew it could feel so wonderful."

None of her male lovers or even her female one of years
ago had ever brought her such sensations.

Encouraged, Toni moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Rachel's clit. She alternated between her
finger and her tongue, driving Rachel wilder with each
stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Rachel reached down
and held the dark woman's head between her legs, then
lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue.

Unable to use her hands any longer, Toni reached behind
and grabbed Rachel's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip
against of the soft flesh of her buttocks, Toni pulled
Rachel's lover body harder against her face. This caused
her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her
lover.

Rachel began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing
climax. Toni could taste the increase in sweat nectar that
was now beginning to flow in a stead stream around her
tongue. She opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation.

The Puerto Rican was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey,
so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She
held Rachel tight as the secretary screamed out loud and
trashed about it ecstasy. It had been a long time since
she'd had a sexual release this good.

Toni continued to lick Rachel's pussy, stopping only when
the smaller girl finally laid still. She laid there
between her legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue
that had trickled down her thighs.

"That was so wonderful." Rachel said in a breathless
voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated."

"I'm glad," Toni said as she brought herself up to a
sitting position. "I've wanted to do that all week long,
ever since I saw you on the day I got here."

The thought that Toni had been lusting after her all week
caused a sudden flash of lust between her legs. Sparking a
dying ember back to life.

"Why did you wait so long." she exclaimed as she reached
out and pulled Toni close to her.

She kissed her forcefully, tasting her own juices in
Toni's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to
kiss her for several minutes, licking droplets of honeydew
from around her lips.

"Can you spend the night?" Rachel suddenly blurted out.

"Of course." Toni broadly smiled. "But I just want to say
that I really didn't plan this. I'm not denying that I
wanted to get you into bed but this wasn't..."

Rachel cut off her with a finger pressed against her lips.

"I don't care." she interrupted. "I don't care if you
strapped on a 9" dildo beneath your jeans with the idea of
coming up here and fucking the shit out of me. All I know
is that I don't want you to leave."

"Too bad I didn't think of that." Toni said amused. "Maybe
next time." she added with an evil grin as she kissed
Rachel again.

"Why don't we move to the bedroom where we'll be more
comfortable." she added.

The two women quickly moved from the couch to the bedroom.
Rachel hadn't opened the single bed room window there
because it held the apartment's other air conditioning
unit. Secure behind the closed door, it had already cooled
the small room to a crisp temperature. It wouldn't belong
before they raised it a few degrees.

"Strip for me." Rachel said as she slid into the bed and
turned over. "Show me what a beautiful body you have."

While she might not have been sexually active in that 
area, Rachel had secretly loved looking at the naked
bodies of other women. From the days back in junior high
school when she and her friends began to first develop
into young women to the shower room and lockers of her
current all women heath club, it was her secret little
perversion.

Toni took a position at the bottom left of the bed and
smiled. If the young blonde wanted a show she would give
her one. She reached up and began to slowly undo the top
buttons of her blouse. her nimble fingers had gotten to
the third button when she stopped. Letting go, her hand
went instead to her belt and picked up her beeper. With a
flourish she pressed the off switch.

"My work day is done." she grinned. "No sense tempting any
unwanted interruptions."

Dropping the pager on the nearby dresser, Toni returned to
her blouse. The remaining buttons quickly opened and the
sides of the denim shirt parted. She held them closed for
a moment then pulled them apart, thrusting her chest
forward as she did.

Hanging from her now exposed chest were dark, impressive
mounds. Much larger than Rachel's, they were capped by
wide brown auroles. Centered in each of them was a thick
even darker nipple. Dropping her blouse on the floor, Toni
slid her hand up along her flat chest and under each
breast.

She stretched her fingers out and across her soft skin.
Toni had been an early bloomer, her breasts appearing
before most of her girlfriends and continuing to develop
after their's had appeared. She loved having them free and
hated the constricting feeling of a bra. In fact, she'd
stopped wearing one in her senior year of high school. A
decision that had brought lots of appreciative smiles to
the male population and disapproving looks from most of
the female half.

Toni again ran her long fingers across each breast,
rubbing her thumbs across the nipples, much as she had
played with Rachel's smaller globes. Then she pulled one
breast up as far as she could and reached out with her own
tongue. She was just able to caress her own nipple. Then
she repeated the action with her own breast.

"Do you like?" She asked.

"Oh yes...." Rachel said softly as she stoked her own
breasts.

Toni undid the belt on her jeans and let them drop to the
floor. To Rachel's surprise, the tall woman didn't wear
panties either. A wild dark bush of pubic hair filled the
triangle between her outstretched legs, more hair than
she'd ever seen on anyone at the health spa.

Toni obviously worked out, her muscle tone was just too
good to for her not to have. There was little fat on her
body, just muscle. Looking for a word to describe her,
Rachel couldn't come up with one. She thought of the
female bodybuilders she'd seen on TV, but they all looked
too masculine. Toni combined the best of both. The thought
that she would soon know the delights of that beautiful
body sent a shimmer of anticipation thought her own
slender form.

Crawling into the bed to join Rachel, Toni immediately
brought one of her breasts level with the younger woman's
lips. She lifted it and pressed her nipple against the
pink lips.

"Suck it." she said, the tone of her voice giving no doubt
that it was a command, not a request.

Rachel eagerly complied, opening her mouth and taking the
long hard nipple within it. She sucked on it for a few
moments and then released it.

Rachel stuck out her tongue and ran it around the
brownness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that
dark circle and closed them tightly around the center and
began to suck with ecstasy and excitement.

The young woman had seen hundreds of naked women in her
life, but she had never see a pair of breasts as perfectly
sculptured as these. They simply cried out to be
touched...to be caressed....to be sucked. She caught the
nipple between her teeth and bit down, just enough to send
a small jolt of pleasure through Toni.

"Harder!" Toni said in response.

Eager to please, Rachel did just that, alternating between
stinging bites and soft caressing kisses. She looked up
into Toni's gaze and with an unspoken nod she signified
better.

In a more concrete reassurance of her actions, the larger
woman shifted her other breast into her mouth so she could
work on that one as well.

Once the other nipple was just as hard, Rachel moved back
and forth from breast to breast, sucking with abandon.
Toni ran her hands through Rachel's short blonde hair and
pulled her mouth harder against each breast, encouraging
the younger woman to take more of it into her mouth.

Rachel needed no encouragement as she mouthed Toni's tits,
covering each with hot saliva. She again alternated
between licks and bites, causing small, sudden jolts of
both pain and pleasure. Exactly, she quickly learned, as
Toni liked it.

While Rachel worked on her breasts, Toni had slid a free
hand down between her own legs and had already worked her
cunt into a wet and ready frenzy. It hadn't taken long,
years of practice had taught her just which buttons to
press. Now she wanted something more than her fingers.

She pulled her breast from Rachel's mouth, an act that
took a little effort as she younger girl was reluctant to
release it. A small frown appeared on her face, but it
quickly faded when she realized what Toni intended to
replace it with. She ran her tongue over her lips in
anticipation, bringing a smile once more to the darker
woman.

Toni knew she'd have no problem guiding Rachel's mouth to 
her already wet pussy. In fact she didn't even have to
guide it, Rachel couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness
of Toni's cunt.

Standing up on the bed, she moved forward and squatted
over his face. With her legs spread, Toni lowered herself
until her bushy mound hovered right over her waiting
mouth.

Rachel stared for a few seconds at the hairy pussy barely
two inches above him. It was her first real look at a
woman's sex in a good many years. Who'd of imagined when
she woke up this morning that before the day was over, the
most important thing in the word would be that she do as
good a job pleasing this woman above her as she had just
done for her.

"Ready?" Toni asked, snapping Rachel's mind back from it's
wandering.

Toni reached down with one hand and parted her cunt lips.
Lifting her head as far as he could, Rachel began to lick
away as fast as he could.

Toni could tell she had little experience licking a woman.
Her tongue was all over the place, but occasionally he
would hit the right spot. She gently took a hold of her
head and began to guide Rachel him to her sensitive spots.

"Easy..." She whispered as she lowered herself so that her
open cunt now rested on top of her eager mouth. "Just take
it nice and slow, let your tongue glide in and out."

Finally Rachel began to follow her instructions, coupled
with her own memory of what felt good to her and began to
be rewarded with a steady ambrosia. It was very different
from her memory of her college lover, much better in fact.
Either that or the years had made her forget how good it
was. She took a moment to promise herself that she
wouldn't let herself forget again.

"That's much better..." Toni said as she arched back and
enjoyed the feel of her tongue inside her.

Toni laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of new
sensations. She knew it would be this wonderful. From
Herman's description, she knew Rachel would be a powderkeg
of passion, all she needed was the right spark. Her pussy
throbbed with excitement as Rachel's tongue drew more and
more sweet nectar. The younger woman buried her face
between her tighs, causing the older woman to erupt again
in a orgasimic burst of delight.

"Ooooooo" Rachel moaned as she sucked the fruit of her
labors into her mouth.

Toni was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of
ecstasy raced through her body. She hadn't expected the
neophyte lover to actually get her off the first time. It
was an unexpected but very pleasant surprise.

Toni's body shook twice more, then finally she could give
no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or satisfied. She
collapsed forward across Rachel's body, her eyes closed
once again, this time in exhaustion.

Rachel just laid there beneath her, licking the spilled
juices from her olive hued legs. later when she could
finally look at herself in the mirror, she would find her
face covered from cheek to cheek with the shiny residue of
Toni's violent eruptions. She was reluctant to wash them
off, viewing it as a trophy of sorts.

Toni finally stirred and pulled herself around. She gave
Toni a long penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax
filled her mouth, something which always thrilled her.
Wanting more, she explored the wetness of Rachel's mouth
until there was none left.

"Was it all right?" Rachel finally asked when both of
their passions had cooled.

"All right?" Toni repeated as she looked up and into
Rachel's eyes. "Sugar, if I had a few more lovers like
you, I'd give up men for good."

Knowing how hard it would be for her to do such a thing,
Rachel took it as the highest compliment she had ever
received. The look of satisfaction on her face as the two
naked woman curled up together and fell asleep in each
other's arm was still there when she awoke the next
morning. It only faded when she looked at the other side
of the bed and realized she was alone.

"Toni?" she said as she sat up in bed and looked around.
"Antoinette?" she said in a louder tone.

"Morning." Antoinette said as she walked back into the
room - fully dressed in the clothes she'd worn the night
before. "Sleep well?"

Rachel nodded yes and swung around to the side of the bed.

"I hope you don't mind my using your shower, I have a lot
to do today and I'd like to get an early start."

"No, no problem." Rachel said as she watched Toni check
her beeper before clipping it back on her belt.

"I have to clear a clogged drain in the Simpsons apartment 
this morning." she said, "That kid of their's in always
shoving something down it. Then I have an electrical short
in the Wilson's to fix. Should be done by noon."

The tall woman stepped over to Rachel and leaned over. She
grabbed the back of the blonde's hair and kissed her hard.
Their tongues met for a brief moment, sending a spark of
electricity between them. Just as quickly she let her go.

"Why don't I stop by about one. You can make us some
lunch" Toni said. "Might even bring you a little surprise
for desert." she added with a wicked grin.

Rachel surprised herself when she heard herself answered
yes without a second thought.

"See you then." Toni said as she gave her a brief kiss.
"I'll let myself out, I do have a passkey after all."

Staring at the empty bedroom doorway, Rachel wondered what
she was going to do until noon.

END

Jennifer's Surprise

By Ann Douglas

"This trip has been a waste!" Jennifer said to herself as
she signaled to the bartender for a refill on the drink.

Go to the Club Med on Martinique, the travel agent had
said. Its one big party with great guys all over the
place. Seven days of fun and sun.

Well she'd been here four days and all the guys he's met
were wither hopeless jerks or ego tripping jocks looking
for an easy lay. If she wanted to meet guys like that she
could've stayed home.

"Excuse me, mind if I sit here?" said a voice from behind
Jennifer.

Looking up, Jennifer saw the voice belonged to a tall
woman of about 30, dark haired and slightly Hispanic in
her features. She wore a small bikini top which barely
contained her 36" breasts and a short blue skirt.

"I know there are still some empty tables, but if I sit
alone I'll have some guy hitting on me before I can even
get a drink."

Jennifer smiled and motioned to the empty seat across from
her.

"Thanks" the older woman said as she settled into the
chair and signaled for a drink.

"Jennifer Carson from New York" the 19 yr. old said as she
brushed back her brown hair.

"Jade Martinez of San Jaun," answered the woman as the
bartender placed her drink before her.

"You're right about the guys," Jennifer said. "I've been
hit on by so many assholes these last four days that I'm
seriously thinking of going home early."

"Oh don't do that, I'm sure if you hang in there you'll
find someone."

"Maybe...." Jennifer said.

The conversation went on as they learned more about each
other. An hour and several drinks later, Jennifer decided
she truly liked this woman. It wasn't anything she could
put her finger on but there was definitely something.

"Oh shit!" said Jennifer in a low voice as she noticed her
roommate crossing the bar. "Not again."

"Whats the matter?" Jade asked.

"That's my roommate," she answered as she pointed to the
giggling blonde crossing the dance floor with one of those
"jocks". "It's been like this every night. She meets some
asshole jock and winds up back at our room humping his
brains out. Then I wind up spending the night camped out
on the beach or in a lawn chair. I'm really getting tired
of this."

"Can't you discuss it with her," Jade asked. "Did she come
here with you?"

"Never met her before the day I got here. I came on a
package plan, you have to have two to a room. They just
matched us up when we got off the plane. I tried talking
to her and her only response was that if I wanted to I was
more than welcome to join in the fun. Given the selection
I don't think I'm going to ever get that desperate."

"Well....maybe you can switch rooms."

"I tried that, they said they had no other requests for
switches and there's no way I could afford the upgrade to
a single room."

"Hmmmm......"Jade said as she ran her tongue across her
red lips. "I have a single and its really a lot more room
that I need. If you like you can move in with me. I can
promise I won't be bringing any if those guys back to my
room at night."

"I don't know...." Jennifer said, running her fingers
across the top of her drink.

While she thought it over, Jennifer took a good look at
the woman on the other side of the table. She was pretty
sure Jade was being more than honest when she said she
wouldn't be bringing any guys back to the room. Several
times during their conversation, she had noticed Jade
staring at her breasts, much the same way guys did. The
idea that she might be a lesbian or at least bisexual
didn't bother Jennifer. A few years before she had
experimented with bisexuality during a vacation and found
it not unpleasant. She hadn't followed up on it when she
got home because she was afraid that none of her friends
would ever understand. But here, no one knew here, she
could be anyone she wanted.

"Oh what the hell......" Jennifer said out loud. "Why
not."

"Wonderful!" Jade exclaimed. "I know you'll love it."

"To new friends....." Jennifer said as she raised her
drink.

"......and new experiences." Jade added.

They finished their drinks and moved off to dinner. A
quick stop at Jennifer's room afterwards took care of her
luggage and they dripped it off at Jades.

"Lets leave it all for later, Jenn," Jade said as they
dropped the suitcases on the couch. "Lets go dancing."

So off they went, dancing the night away on one of the
discos. Since there were plenty of women dancing together,
no one gave them a second look. Dancing with Jade,
Jennifer was now positive that the night would end with
them sharing more than the same bed. She found that she
was now looking forward to it.

Jade entered the room first, turning on the light. Then as
Jennifer followed, the older woman dimmed it to half its
brightness.

"Do you want another drink? Jade asked with a wide smile.

"Not unless you want me to fall fast asleep." Jennifer
answered.

"Oh, definitely not...." Jade countered as her smile drew
larger.

Moving to Jennifer's side, Jade brushed her long brown
hair away from her face. Lightly holding the sides of the
smaller woman's face, she pulled Jennifer closer and
kissed her.

Jennifer made no attempt to break the kiss, having made up
her mind earlier to enjoy Jade's pleasures. She opened her
mouth and was rewarded as Jade's tongue found hers.

A long series of small kisses followed as they explored
each other, tasting the scent of each others bodies. Jade
continued onto Jenn's neck and licked along the canals of
her ears.

Finally, Jade broke the embrace and took a large step
back, undoing the strings of her bikini top. Her large
brown tipped breasts burst forward as the tightly bound
garment fell to the floor. Running her long red
fingernails across her breasts she gave them a playful
squeeze.

"Do you like?" She asked as she pulled one upward and gave
the dark nipple a lick.

Jennifer answered with a smile of appreciation. All of her
girlfriends had breasts as white as her own, she found
Jades darker skin highly exotic.

Reaching forward she replaced Jade's hand with her own,
feeling the nipples harden at her touch.

"Mmmm" Jade murmured.

Lifting the breasts upward, Jennifer leaned forward and
kissed them. Her tongue first caressing the nipples and
then her mouth eagerly engulfing it. The warmth of
Jennifer's mouth moved upward, depositing sweet kisses
along Jade's body as it went. Returning to Jade's mouth,
tongue once again found tongue as the two locked in a
tight embrace.

Jade ran her hands down Jennifer's chest, undoing her
blouse and pulling it off. She grabbed a breast in each
hand and buried her face between them. Hot, wet kisses
covered each nipple as the larger woman eased Jennifer
back onto the bed. Without diverting her attention from
her breasts, Jade pulled off both Jennifer's skirt and
panties, leaving her naked.

No sooner had the panties hit the floor when Jade rammed
her long slender fingers into the already wet pussy.

"Oooohh!" Jennifer sighed as Jade moved her fingers in and
out.

After a few more strokes, Jade joined her fingers with her
tongue and began licking the hot pussy with reckless
abandon.

"Oh yes!.....Suck that pussy!" Jenn yelled as she held
onto Jade's head and thrusted her dripping cunt into a
more than eager mouth.

In minutes, Jennifer was bouncing like a cat in heat,
she'd never had her pussy licked like this. No man or
woman had ever approached Jade's skill with her tongue.

Jenn was so lost in estacy she didn't notice at first when
Jade slid a pussy wet finger into her ass and began
fucking that. After a few strokes that began to drive
Jennifer even wilder.

"God, I wish I had a dildo!" She yelled as she felt yet
another explosion building inside her. "I want to be
fucked until I drop!"

Suddenly, Jade stopped and took a step back..... It was a
few seconds before Jennifer realized she had stopped.

"I'm sorry...." She panted." Please don't stop......That
was the most incredible pussy licking I've ever had."

Jade turned around and bent over, removing her skirt and
panties. With her back still to Jenn she ran her fingers
across her soft tanned ass.

"Oh......." Jennifer said. "I guess its my turn to eat
some pussy." she added with a smile.

"Not exactly......." Jade said as she started to turn
around.

Jennifer's eyes and mouth both jumped open when Jade
turned all the way around. Suspended between the legs of
this incredibly beautiful woman was a cock and balls. At
first she thought they were fake but then realized they
were the real thing as the limp cock was already beginning
to harden.

"I don't fucking believe this! Jenn said as she moved to
get a closer look.

"I hope you're not disappointed." Jade said.

Jennifer had once seen a sex film that had featured a
transsexual, so she knew Jade wasn't really a guy. In fact
if anything, she was more woman than any of her
girlfriends back home.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Jade said in
hesitation. A slight fear in her voice that said that she
was afraid that Jennifer was going to turn and run.

Instead Jennifer reached forward and grabbed the erecting
cock. She licked the tip a few times and then swallowed it
whole. Her head surged back and forth as she buried her
fingers into Jade's ass cheeks, bringing her cock to a
rock hardness.

Now it was Jade's turn to moan in estacy as Jennifer gave
both her cock and balls her undivided attention. If she
was nothing else, Jenn was a champion cock sucker.

Several times she brought her to the edge if climax, but
stopped just short of ejaculation. Not that she minded a
mouthful of cum, she just had other plans.

Releasing the cock, she dropped back onto the bed and
spread her legs giving Jade a full and unobstructed view
of her still wet pussy.

"I want you to fuck me...." She said as she rubbed her
pussy. "I want you to fuck me so hard that they'll hear me
cum on the other side of the island!"

Without a moments hesitation, Jade joined her on the bed
and lifted the girls legs into the air. With a single
thrust she drove her seven inch cock deep within her,
repeating it twice before Jennifer could catch her breath.

Dropping atop the smaller girl, she covered her mouth with
her own, never stopping her pelvic thrusts. This time the
kiss was savage, drawing a drop of blood as she bit down
on Jennifer's lip. Moving downward she attacked Jenn's
breasts with the same animal intensity. The small pink
nipples disappeared into Jades mouth as she alternated
between sucking and biting.

Fighting for breath, Jennifer couldn't get out the words.
She had passed any previous level of bliss, no man had
ever fucked her as completely as this strange man-woman.
She wanted it to go on forever.

"I'm.... gonna.... cum...." She finally managed to
whisper.

No sooner had the words been spoken than Jade pulled out
and with a strength that caught Jenn by surprise, flipped
her over onto her stomach. Then with an equally powerful
thrust, Jade pulled Jennifer's pelvis into the air and
reentered her pussy from the rear.

Now Jade became ever more forceful, lifting Jenn off the
bed with each reentry. Both knew they couldn't hold off
the explosion much longer, it was only the question of who
would be first.

Deep inside her Jennifer felt the first burst of hot cum
erupt from the cock deep within her. That was the final
touch as her body exploded and her mind filled with bright
lights. Her mouth opened to scream but no sound emerged,
there was no energy left as she collapsed onto the bed in
a sweat covered heap. Followed a second later by Jade.

Time stood still as their love juices mixed and dripped
down their bodies. Both were too completely exhausted to
break the embrace they had collapsed into.

Finally Jade broke the silence.

"I wasn't sure how you were going to take this........"
She said. "But you were so pretty I had to take the
chance."

Jennifer's only reply was a small smile as she rolled
herself from under Jade and propped herself up on a
pillow.

"It was a shock for a moment," She said. "but there is
something you can do to make it up to me."

"And what would that be?" Jade asked with hesitation,
wondering if she had made a dreadful mistake in trusting
the girl.

"Do it again......." Jennifer said as she smiled ever
wider.

END

Just One Of The Guys

An Alternate Version -

"How did I get myself into this?" Terry Griffith asked
herself for the hundred time that evening. "I must've been
out of my mind."

Not long ago, Terry Griffith had been the belle of Edwina
Pearl High School, nearing the end of her senior year. She
had it all, looks, charm and a really great guy in the
person of her boyfriend, Kevin - a college freshman. To
most of her girlfriends, this would've been more than
enough. But the 18 year old had a dream-the dream of
becoming a reporter.

With that in mind, the long haired brunette had entered a
writing contest sponsored by the Sun Tribune. The prize-a
summer internship at the paper. She'd poured everything
she had into her story, so it was shattering when she
looked at the two winning entries posted in the display
case for the Pearl Diver. Neither of them was hers.

"I'm not there." she said unbelievingly to her best
friend, Denise.

"Why aren't you there?" the attractive blonde asked.

"Neil Perlow and Joseph Dreyer?" Terry said as she read
the names of the two boys who had won.

Leaving Denise behind, Terry then had gone to the office
of Mr. Raymaker, the school paper's faculty adviser, to
ask what was wrong with her story. She thought she had her
answer in a comment she overheard another teacher making
as he walked in with Mr. Raymaker.

"Then I had Terry Griffith for fourth period civics." the
teacher had said. "Did you see what she's wearing ... the
legs do not stop. I say we flunk her, keep her here
another year. "

Mr. Raymaker had laughed at the suggestion.

That little comment carried a lot more weight than
Raymaker's statement that her article was good, but just
not outstanding. That and his suggestion that she should
have something to fallback on if she couldn't make it as a
reporter.

"You're a pretty girl, you could be a model." he had
suggested.

Her mood hadn't been improved later that day when she was
swimming with Kevin. She was looking for sympathy and
understanding, Kevin, however, was more interesting in
getting the strings of her well filled bikini top open. He
agreed with Raymaker's suggestion that she was pretty
enough to be a model.

"Besides, models make some pretty nice bucks." Kevin had
added.

"You don't think I could do it either?" Terry had asked.

"Well no, that's not exactly what I said ... exactly." he
replied.

"Yeah, well it was close enough." Terry said, just before
she asked the tall good looking hunk to leave.

Kevin was a little reluctant to go, seeing as Terry's
parents were away on a trip and she and her younger
brother, Buddy, had the house to themselves. Of course the
only part of the house Kevin was interested was Terry's
bedroom. But she was adamant and he finally left.

The final straw was when she walking into Buddy's bedroom
and found every free space on the wall had been covered
with nude centerfolds. Her brother was a 15 year old
virgin, and as horny as that combination could be.

"Your room ,is why my life is totally screwed up." Terry
announced as she looked around at the collection of
exposed breasts and other female assets. "You guys think
beautiful women are nothing but decorations-total
airheads."

Buddy's feeble explanations that he also loved these women
for their minds fell on deaf ears.

"I write an excellent article and just because I'm cute,
no one takes me seriously." Terry said.

"And somehow you find the courage to go on living." Buddy
said sarcastically as he leafed though another centerfold
magazine. "You've got guts!"

"Sometimes, I just wish I was a guy!" Terry mused. "I bet
if a guy had turned in that same article it would be on
the way to the Sun Tribune right now.

At that moment, an idea was born.

The idea was both daring and insane. Made possible only by
the absence of their parents. With her brother's helpful
hints and a few layers of loose fitting clothing, Terry
became one of the guys. Of course her long beautiful locks
had to go, but the short boyish haircut was a small price
to pay for her dream. Forging her parent's signatures, she
had transferred across town to Sturgis-Wilder High School.

Of course there were also a few minor problems - like
which restroom to use. And avoiding gym class where her
nude presence in the locker room couldn't be explained.
Yet with a few awkward moments at the beginning, 'his'
masquerade was succeeding. Then she became involved with
Rick and Sandy.

Terry had met Rick Moorehouse 'his' very first day. Tall,
dark haired and extremely good looking, he was the type of
guy Terry could immediately fall for. Of course that was
the Terry who wore a dress and panties, not loose slacks
and fruit of the loom briefs.

Still they became friends, a somewhat unique experience
for Terry. It was strange to talk to a guy who wasn't
trying to get into her pants. She wished it could be more, 
but Rick only had eyes for Debra Strobich. Even worse,
Rick had caught Terry sneaking looks at his cock. First in
the bathroom at school and then again one afternoon he
changed clothes in front of 'him'. He was convinced that
Terry was gay.

Sandy, on the other hand, was proof that she had succeeded
in her masquerade. Also from day one, the cute brunette
had been hot for the guy she described as a fox who
dressed like Elvis Costello and looked like the Karate
Kid. She had told her best friend that she was going to
get him.

All of this had brought Terry to 'his' current
predicament. Sandy had cornered Terry into going on a
double date with Rick and her cousin. It wasn't until
they'd met the two girls up at "The Cave", an actual cave
cut into the side of a hill which doubled as a popular
make-out spot, that Rick found out that Sandy's cousin
Jill was only 13 years old.

They'd been sitting around a campfire for almost an hour,
talking and drinking a few beers. Jill of course had to
settle for cokes. Getting a prearranged signal from Sandy,
Jill suggested that Rick take her for a walk, saying that
she thought Sandy and Terry needed their privacy.

"Hey wait, were are you going?" Terry called out as Rick
stood up and began to head for the mouth of the cave. "Hey
man, don't leave me now!"

Rick looked to Sandy who gave them a playful wave good-
bye. The smile on her face told him that his friend was
about to get lucky.

"You kids have fun, huh." Rick grinned as he picked up one
of the lanterns they'd brought along and Jill followed him
out into the darkness.

"They left me." Terry said with an alcohol heightened
sense of disappointment as 'he' rolled over onto 'his'
back.

"It's okay, I'm still here." Sandy said reassuringly as
she leaned over 'him'. "Nice fire." she added as she
snuggled up against her date.

"Sandy, this really ..." Terry implored as Sandy shushed
'him' and told him not to talk and started to plant kisses
on 'his' cheeks.

"Sandy, this is a big mistake." Terry repeated as 'he'
pushed away the arm she had wrapped around 'him'.

"Maybe, maybe not." she replied pulling herself right
back. "Only one way to find out." she laughed as she
tickled Terry across his stomach, catching 'him' off
guard.

"Sandy, Sandy really..." Terry called out as 'he' tried to
stop laughing.

Terry's laughter turned to panic as 'he' felt Sandy's hand
slide down 'his' pants. "Sandy, get out of there." 'he'
cried out.

When her hand withdrew, she was holding a pair of sweat
socks that had been stuffed into 'his' underwear. Before
Sandy could comment on her discovery, Terry forced a laugh
and said.

"There's really a very a good explanation for that." 'he'
laughed.

"I'm flattered." Sandy beamed, cutting off Terry in mid-
laugh.

"You are?" Terry replied, somewhat confused.

"But you don't have to do this to impress me." Sandy
added.

"I don't?" Terry asked.

"No, I like you a lot." Sandy continued.

"I think I'll take one of those beers now." Terry said,
trying to change what had long since gone beyond just an
awkward situation.

"It's okay." Sandy smiled as she handed 'him' another
beer. "I mean, how small can it be?"

Terry chuckled as 'he' popped open the beer and said.
"Don't ask."

"Then I'll just have to find out for myself." Sandy
quipped as Terry brought the can of beer to 'his' lips and
took a long drink.

Before Terry could react to what Sandy had said, the long
haired brunette had again slipped her hand down into 'his'
pants, causing Terry to jerk back and drop the beer.

"Oh shit!" Sandy cried out in a mixture of shock and
confusion as her hand slid past a small mound of pubic
hair and closed on what she expected to be a cock and
balls. After a brief moment of confusion, she realized
what she had grabbed.

"Sandy, I can explain!" Terry called out as 'he' backed
away.

"Explain?" Sandy repeated, a look on her face that was a
mixture of both confusion and anger.

"Just give me a moment." Terry pleaded. "I promise you, I
can explain everything."

Sandy listened in fascination as Terry told her tale,
noting that 'his' voice was now higher. She had to
suppress a giggle as Terry told her about having to adjust
to using the boys bathroom. Also about Rick's conclusion
that Terry was gay because he caught 'him' again staring
at his cock that afternoon when he changed clothes.

"That's were I would've lost it." Sandy commented. "I
wouldn't have cared if Rick thought I was gay or not. I
wouldn't been on that cock in a minute if it's as big as
you say."

Terry smiled. That idea had crossed her mind that
afternoon as well.

"So you understand?" Terry finally concluded.

"I guess so." Sandy said as she looked at Terry in a new
light. She now saw 'him' as 'her'.

"I guess we'd better find Rick and Jill and head home.
Terry said as she looked around for her stuff.

"Oh, they already went home." Sandy said. "I told Jill to
have Rick take her home early so we could be alone. That's
why I made sure we came with two cars."

Terry smiled, that was exactly the type of stunt she
would've pulled.

"We should get going too then." Terry said.

Sandy seemed to have a far off look in her eyes for a
moment, then a wide, mischievous smile on her face.

"But aren't you forgetting something?" she asked Terry.

"What?" Terry questioned in return.

"You wanted to find out what it was like to be a guy,
right?" Sandy asked.

"Yes, but...?"

"Then why don't you find out?" Sandy grinned.

Before Terry could react, Sandy was again on top of her,
this time her lips pressing against Terry's own. The
cherry taste of Sandy's lipstick brought a strange
sensation, coupled as it was by the unaccustomed softness
behind it.

Terry opened her mouth to say something, only to find her
words cut off by the entry of Sandy's tongue into her
mouth. A sense of excitement filled her as their tongues
made contact.

The memory of a night back when she and Denise were 14
filled her thoughts. They had experimented with kissing in
anticipation of their first real dates. Back then, Terry
remembered, she had been filled with much the same sense
of inappropriate arousal.

"Nice, huh?" Sandy grinned as she finally broke the kiss.

"Yes." Terry replied. "It was nice."

"Do you want to be a guy for a little longer?" Sandy
asked.

"I think so." came Terry's reply.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Sandy cheerfully remarked.

Shadow lovers generated by the campfire danced on the cave
walls as Terry and Sandy began to making out like the
teenagers there were. Every time Terry felt Sandy's tongue
slip through her lips, her heart skipped a beat. She'd
never been this excited with Kevin or any other boy she'd
dated.

"Well if I'm going to be a guy, I guess I should act like
one." Terry thought.

Continuing to share kisses with the longer haired
brunette, Terry slid her hand up under the sweater Sandy
was wearing and squeezed her breast. A soft moan of
enjoyment from Sandy gave her encouragement to go further.

Sandy's breasts were bigger than her own and felt much
softer when she squeezed them. Carefully, Terry moved her
hand beneath the shirt Sandy wore to again cup her breast,
this time feeling skin against skin.

"Oh, that is even nicer." Sandy moaned.

A smiling Terry couldn't help but agree. She remembered
the first time a boy had slid his hand under her blouse
and how pleasing it had felt. Right now she understood
some of what he had experienced.

"Why don't I make myself a little more comfortable." Sandy
said as she backed up from Terry.

Terry watched in erotic fascination as Sandy undid the
clasp of her black cardigan and let it slide down her
arms. Next came the simple white T-shirt. Even before
Sandy pulled it up and over her head, it was obvious that
she hadn't wore a bra.

In the course of her young life, Terry must've seen a
hundred naked girls. What with gym classes, locker rooms,
showers and the changing rooms of three malls she
frequented. Normally she never gave their nudity a second
thought. But at this moment, she felt the same kind of
voyeuristic expectancy that her little brother always
exhibited when he managed to get a copy of Playboy or
Penthouse.

"Ta Da!" Sandy called out triumphantly as she pulled her
shirt over her head and her large breasts bounced free.

For the first time in her life, Terry looked at another
girl's breasts with a feeling of envy. Sandy had to be
twice her size and had the largest, thickest nipples she
had ever seen. They were already erect and stuck out at
least a quarter inch. A thought that a few months ago
would've seemed unthinkable flashed though Terry's mind.

"I wonder what it would feel like to suck on them."

She didn't have long to ponder that thought as Sandy
pressed up against her and guided Terry's hands to each of
her now naked breasts. Terry rubbed her thumbs against
each nipple, bringing another sigh of satisfaction from
Sandy. She squeezed and rubbed both breasts together and
marveled at how nice it felt just to hold them in her
hands.

"Suck them." Sandy whispered into her ear. "You know you
want to."

Without thinking about it another moment, Terry leaned
down and kissed each of Sandy's mammary delights a few
inches above the aureola. Continuing to plant her lips on
the soft, warm flesh, she moved slowly downward,
alternating between each breast.

Reaching the inviting nipple, Terry ran her tongue across
it, hoping that Sandy enjoyed the sensation as much as she
herself did. The soft moans that filled her ears told her
that she did.

Sliding one nipple into her mouth, Terry began to suck
eagerly. The act sent such a rush through her body. Around
and around she twirled her tongue against the hard nipple.
She would pull the soft flesh of Sandy's breast as far
into her mouth as she could, then release it and start
over.

Terry was in no hurry, she wanted to enjoy the experience
and have Sandy enjoy it as well. That had always been one
of her chief complains with Kevin's lovemaking. She was
lucky if she got five minutes of foreplay before he was
trying to stick his cock into her mouth or pussy. Not that
it wasn't a nice cock, and she did enjoyed having it in
both cavities, but it would be nice to spend a little more
time playing.

And play she did. Her motions became more aggressive with
each passing moment until she was squeezing and sucking
Sandy's mounds like a lust filled ... boy.

"Oh God, yes!" Sandy panted as she ran her fingers through
Terry's short brown locks and pulled her mouth even harder
against her tits. "Suck them, suck them harder!"

Eager to comply, Terry redoubled her efforts, covering
every inch of exposed flesh with her lips. She remembered
overhearing a few of the guys at school commenting what
nice tits Sandy had and how they'd like to get their hands
on them. Well they hadn't and she had, and she had to
agree-they really were great tits.

Sandy finally, reluctantly withdrew her breasts from
Terry's eager mouth and stood up. Undoing her white skirt,
she pulled it free to expose a pair of white lace panties.
She slid her index finger beneath the waistband and rubbed
it against her clit.

"I'm so fucking wet!" she said as she arched her head
backward and enjoyed her own touch. "My pussy is so hot!"

Surprisingly, Terry found Sandy's language only added to
her own stimulation. Perhaps because she knew that if she
reached down into her own pants, her own pussy would be
just as hot and wet.

"I want you to kiss me." Sandy said as she withdrew her
finger and placed it in the center of her lace covered
mound. "Kiss me right here." she indicated.

On all fours, Terry crawled over to Sandy and pressed her
lips against the spot she had indicated.

"Oh yes....Sandy said as she reached down and guided
Terry's head. "Right there."

The wetness and scent of Sandy's cunt made Terry a little
giddy. She's never been this close to another woman's sex.
It was a taboo more forbidden than any of those she had
broken in the last few hours. Even so, it only caused her
a momentary hesitation.

She reached out and pulled aside the thin material.
Parting the wet lips beneath with her fingers, Terry moved
her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She
closed her eyes as she savored the taste of another woman.
A taste she had never known until this moment.

"Oh yes, Terry." Sandy said as her body jumped at the
touch. "Lick my pussy, I want you so bad."

Terry's first attempts at cunnilingus were awkward, even a
little rough. Still they were better than her first lover
had ever been for her.

"Take your time," Sandy whispered almost breathlessly.
"Just lick it softly, it'll come to you."

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Terry began to develop a
rhythm of her own, sending little sparks into the walls of
Sandy's love canal. The effect was so pleasing it made
Sandy wonder if her virgin lover had some prior
experience.

Her hands planted firmly against the back of Terry's head,
Sandy helped guide the now sitting girl to her most
sensitive spots. Having another girl lick her had been one
of her most secret passions, ever since her cousin had
introduced her to lesbian love one night when they were
both 16. Her opportunities since then had been both rare
and far in-between, but each had been a experience to
cherish.

Not that she didn't love guys as well. Her virginity had
been lost a month before that first lesbian encounter. If
Terry had indeed been a boy, she wouldn't have had the
slightest hesitation about both sucking his cock and then
spreading her legs for 'him'. She'd meant it when she'd
said that she really liked him. That Terry had been hiding
a secret of 'his' own was an added bonus.

The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood now flooded Terry's
nostrils as she pushed in further with her tongue and
licked Sandy's candy walls. Like a skilled artist, she
began to explore every aspect of her prize.

Sandy leaned back, eyes closed and drifted among the waves
of delight that flooded her body. It was as wonderful a
sensation as she had ever known. Her pussy throbbed with
excitement as Terry's tongue drew more and more sweet
nectar. The waves of pleasure Sandy felt cresting against
the shoals of her love tunnel suddenly doubled, causing
her to moan once more. The harder Terry moved her tongue,
the faster the waves repeated. "Harder!" Sandy shouted,
gyrating against Terry's face. "Harder, ... I'm going to
come!" Faster and faster the waves washed over her, each
bringing her closer to an orgasmic detonation. Tears
swelled in her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she fought
to delay that eruption - wanting to savor every second.
Feeling Sandy's body tense in a familiar harbinger of
orgasmic fury, Terry buried her face between her lover's
tighs and pressed her open hands hard against her ass
cheeks. Brief seconds later, Sandy exploded both within
and without. The scream that Sandy let out as the rapture
overtook her split the night and could be heard in the
woods beyond the mouth of the cave. It was one of the
reasons she loved coming up with a guy. Screwing in the
back of a car down by the lake was no place you could let
loose. Her body shook for an eternity as she took in every
aspect of her bliss.

Sandy's body quaked with two final spasms until it could
give no more. It had been a most delightful experience and
she immediately knew it would be a new benchmark that she
would measure all future encounters against.

Terry was still at her feet, her head resting against
Sandy's now cum saturated pussy. A significant amount of
which was smeared against the cheeks of the prostrated
girl. She ran her tongue against that moist mound one last
time, a broad smile on her face.

Dropping down alongside Terry, Sandy gave her a long
penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her
mouth, sending a renewed surge of satisfaction within her.
Experimenting with her tongue, she again explored the
wetness of Terry's mouth.

"Nice?" she simply asked Terry.

"Nice." Terry replied, still beaming.

The two girls just sat there by the fire, the reflections
of the flames illuminating Sandy's naked form.

"I think it's time you turned back into a girl." Sandy
said, breaking the stillness.

For a moment, Terry looked confused. Then she felt Sandy
undo the buttons of the black and white plaid shirt she
was wearing and slide her hand inside. An act which
brought the brightest of smiles to Terry's face.

In less time that it took to think about it, Sandy had
helped Terry out of both the old army fatigue jacket she
was wearing and the flannel shirt beneath it. All that was
left was the T-shirt and the ace bandage she wore beneath
it to conceal her rounded mounds.

"Oh, this simply won't do." Sandy said as she began to
unravel the bandage.

Sandy leaned over and kissed each of Terry's small
breasts, giving both of them a quick, playful lick.
Enthusiastically, Sandy orally caressed each breast in
turn, running her tongue in spirals around each nipple.
Again and again she stopped to kiss the pinkness of each,
sucking and gently nibbling at it for endless moments.

"Oh yes." Terry gasped as she enjoyed the feel of Sandy's
mouth on her breasts. "You do that so well." she added.

She truly meant it. As much as Kevin wanted to play with
her firm round globes, he was always in a rush.
Unfortunately, Kevin, as with many young men, equaled
aggression with passion.

There was a certain aggression in Sandy's approach to
lovemaking as well, but it was tempered by a gentle
softness as well. Even as she kissed Terry's breasts, her
nimble fingers undid the belt buckle of her black jeans. A
gentle tug opened the pants and down Terry's legs they
went.

The crisp white pair of fruit of the loops followed and
Terry's carefully trimmed bush was exposed to the night
air. Sandy ran her fingers across the short hairs for a
moment and liked the feel of it. She'd have to consider
cutting her own thick fur.

"Lay back." she said as she eased Terry down on the
blanket they had laid out earlier to sit on. The pile of
discarded clothing served as a nice pillow.

Sandy really didn't have that much experience in lesbian
lovemaking, having had a total of three encounters prior
to this, but she had a good idea what another girl liked.
She ran her hand up and down Terry's now nude body, taking
pleasure is the warm softness of it.

Terry had, she noted, a beautiful body. Slender and
athletic, the girl was at the same time feminine and
rounded in all the right places. Her breasts were much
smaller than Sandy's but round and full. They didn't need
to be large to be incredibly beautiful. As it was, Sandy
was amazed that anyone could've taken her as a boy. Then
she reminded herself that she was one of those who had.

One hand brushed against her bright pink nipples, now hard
to the touch, while the other traced a line along the
opening of her pussy, finding the same hardness in her
clit.

Carefully she spread out Terry's legs to give her full
access to her prize. Gracefully she stroked the soft
thighs, feeling the excited heat of the flesh. Her thumb
slid between the folds of Terry's pussy, sending a sharp
erotic spark through her body.

"Does that feel good?" she asked in a low, voice.

"Y...y...yes," Terry purred.

Sandy continued to run up and down, replacing her thumb
with three of her fingers, sliding them deep inside of
her. Faster and faster, in and out her fingers moved,
causing the prone girl to slowly writhe in delight.

"Oh yes, faster ... faster." Terry moaned. "Fuck me with
your fingers."

"I have something better in mind." Sandy laughed a she
withdrew her fingers.

She paused for a moment and ran her loving tongue along
the length of her fingers, savoring the ambrosia that
covered them. It was just an appetizer for what was to
come.

If Sandy's fingers had been the spark, the tongue that
replaced them was like a blowtorch. Harder and faster it
worked it's way into every inch of Terry's cunt. Her grip
on Terry's legs tightened as her head wagged from side to
side, drawing herself deeper into her new love.

Earlier Sandy has noted how much she loved having another
woman lick her pussy. That delight paled to nothing
against the one she felt when it was her tongue buried in
another woman. It was like the feeling of erotic control
she got when she sucked a cock - only magnified a
dozenfold.

Finally the pressure against her clit was too much to bear
as Terry's body launched into an orgasmic seizure. Every
extremity shook of it's own accord as her heart raced and
breaths came in short measured gasps. Coherent speech was
now impossible as all she could manage were grunts of
satisfaction.

Through it all, Sandy kept her face pressed tight against
Terry's exploding pussy. Her very enthusiastic mouth and
even more eager tongue filling with the nectar of the
goddess.

By the time it was all over and Sandy rolled out from
between Terry's legs, her cheeks were covered with the
sticky residue of her efforts. She pulled herself up
alongside Terry and kissed her deeply, their darting
tongues again intertwining. Each could taste the climax of
the other on her lips, a sensation that would stay with
them for a long, long time.

"So now you know what it's like to be one of the guys."
Sandy laughed as she broke the kiss.

"Yeah, that me." Terry grinned. "Just one of the guys!"
she added as she hugged Sandy again.

The comforting fire beside then would be long cold before
they broke that embrace.

END

Lisa's Dark Fantasy

Lisa couldn't believe her luck. Her husband had told her
he'd called a pool company to come and open the pool while
he was out of town, but never in her wildest dreams could
she have hoped that such a handsome young man would be the
one to come over. It was a chance for her most secret
fantasy to come true.

He stood about 6'2" and was built like a brick wall. More
importantly he had the darkest black skin she had ever
saw. Ever since she'd been a teenager she'd fantasized
about black men, but had never even really talked to one.
The 39 year old blonde had grown up in an affluent section
of Long Island, and had rarely come in contact with blacks
other than the older men who worked in the service
industries.

She watched as he worked around the pool. His shirtless
black skin sun as sweat began to cover him. He couldn't be
more than 19, the body of a natural athlete. A moistness
appeared between her legs as she envisioned the awesome
member confined in his short red trunks. Lisa reached
under her skirt and into her panties, slowing rubbing her
clit. Sighing softly as she imaged that hard black cock
buried inside her. After a few minutes she let out a final
gasp. Even though her husband would kill her for even
dreaming of a black man, she had to have this young man.

Moving to her bedroom, she took off her clothes and
studied herself in the large full length mirror. Her body
was in great shape, regardless of her age. Her white
breasts stood out proudly, round and firm. Small pink
nipples capped them, nipples that always seemed to be
hard. She pinched them lightly as her hands glided over
her breasts.

"He'll love my titties," She tought. " But it'll be my
pussy that he'll go nuts over."

Her blonde hair was thick around her cunt, there was no
mistaking that she was indeed a natural blonde. She
stroked her pussy again, making it hotter and wetter. Just
thinking about seducing this black boy was driving her
crazy.

She put on a bikini, a thong style that showed off her ass
completely, and the small triangle of cloth in front
barely contained her blonde bush. When she had bought the
suit her husband has restricted her to wearing it at home.
She laughed at the thought, well she was home after all.
Looking at herself in the mirror again, she knew she was
ready.

When she stepped outside, the pool man looked up from what
he'd been doing. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He couldn't look away as she walked along the wide pool to
a lounge chair. Bending over to give him a unrestricted
view of her ass, she placed a towel on the chair. She sat
down and slowly began to apply lotion to her skin. After a
few minutes of that she rolled over and undid the top
strings holding her top on.

Lisa could feel his eyes on her ass, and she shivered
lightly just thinking about having sex with this dark
stranger. Now she was beside herself knowing that the
handsome young black man was seeing her so completely.

After about ten minutes, he came over and asked if he
could have a glass of water. She'd gotten so horny knowing
he could see her bare ass, she know decided to show a
little more. Lisa stood up without retying her top,
letting her tits fall free. Walking to the house for the
water, she could just image the look on his face - or the
hardness in his shorts.

While she was inside pouring him the ice water, she pulled
all of the pussy hairs she could out of her bikini bottom.
When she emerged from the house, glass in hand, all he
could stare out was her naked white breasts.

When she got closer, he noticed the blonde hairs sticking
out of the bikini bottom. After handing him the glass she
sat down, but remained in a sitting position. She applied
more lotion to her skin, paying particular attention to
her breasts. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Looking
up she saw him staring at her, and as innocently as
possible she asked if he would like some lotion too.

"Sure" he said as he sat down on the edge of the lounge
chair. "By the way, my name is Kenny."

Lisa was going out of her mind with lust as he sat with
his back to her. She put some lotion in her hands and
began to rub it on his broad dark shoulders. Her hands
began to shake, and she leaned forward so her hands could
move around his arms and reach his well enveloped chest.
Her breasts pushed against his back as she did this her
pussy began to throb.

While she covered his chest with lotion, she was barely
aware of the small talk they engaged in to mask the
awarkness of the moment. She learned that he was only 17
and was working for his uncle's company before starting
college in the fall.

Reaching down she ran her lotion covered hand across his
thighs, her thumbs brushed against his huge erect cock.
Reversing the motion she brought her hands upward and laid
them firmly on the massive member that was now sticking
out of the bottom of his shorts.

Feeling her hands on his cock, he told her to go into the
house. She rose and did what he said. After a few seconds
he followed her inside.

As he closed the door behind him, she turned around and
told him she wanted his black cock. Kenny replied that 
most of the white women he met on this job wanted his
black meat. Considering how hot and wet her pussy probably
was, she was sure it would fit nicely into her white cunt.

"Why don't you get rid of the rest of the suit." He said
as he rubbed his cock thought the shorts.

Lisa pulled the suit bottom down so hard that the strings
that held it together ripped. As the suit fell to the
floor, Kenny moved over and put his fingers into her cunt.
She gasped as his black fingers played with her pussy. He
stopped long enough to remove his own shorts.

There before her was the object of her dreams. Huge and
black, she knew that all of her fantasies were never going
to be the same again. She fell to her knees and grabbed
his black meat with both hands. Just the sight of her
small white hands wrapped around such a huge black dick
made her nearly pass out. Leaning forward she kissed the
tip of his huge black dick, and then let her tongue snake
out and lick it.

Overcome with the need to eat his ebony rod, she closed
her eyes and opened her mouth. Pushing forward she
swallowed as much of it as she could. She sucked and
sucked, wanting his first load in her mouth. She wanted to
taste his cum, she wanted to swallow all of the hot cum
that was churning inside his big black balls. She stopped
long enough to tell him that she loved his big black meat,
how good it tasted, and that she wanted to swallow all of
the juice in his black balls. The she was back to sucking.

Like an animal in heat, she was devouring his dick. He'd
had a lot of white women suck his black cock before, but
never had anyone wanted it so badly. She wanted his black
meat, true, but he knew that this fine looking white woman
needed it. He knew that he'd be able to have her mouth or
pussy anytime he wanted it. But right now was a different
matter. He'd plan the next time later. Right now this fine
looking rich bitch was sucking his cock good, and he was
going to enjoy it.

Lisa finally had him there. In just a matter of seconds he
would shoot his seed into her mouth. She sucked harder as
his black balls tightened up, and then.......

.....she was swallowing cum, the cum from the balls of a
black man. Her pussy grew hotter as shot after shot of cum
surged into her mouth. Her first black cum she tought.
Somehow it tasted better than any white guys had ever had.
She continued to suck, keeping him hard. He had to stay
hard because she wasn't through yet. She wanted to have
his beautiful black cock inside her white pussy.

Lisa stood up and took him by the hand, leading him into
the bedroom and threw herself onto the bed. Spreading her
legs apart, she told him to fuck her cunt hard. There were
no preliminaries now. He crawled on top of her and shoved
his black cock deep into her white cunt. Without mercy he
pounded her blonde cunt, but Lisa didn't care. She had
never been so excited in her life. All of the fantasies
she'd had about black men had paled next to reality.

She had a real hard black cock inside her now, pounding
until the pain gave way to unimagined pleasure. She
wrapped her arms and legs around his dark body, and began
kissing him hard. Between breaths she told him how
wonderful it felt, how much she loved it. She felt his
body tense and with a long stroke he came in a second
burst of hot cum. She felt it fill her white pussy as she
continued to frantically milk his cock, wanting every last
drop inside her.

END

Mother And Daughter

Katie and her mother had spent the afternoon shopping. It
was Katie's first trip home from college since her
mother's divorce. Tess Markowitz was 36 years old, she'd
gotten pregnant at 16, as a result she look more than
Katie's older sister than her mother. Both had short
blonde hair, light skin and deep blue eyes. Katie was 5'
6" , just a fraction shorter than her mother's 5' 7", The
most obvious difference between the two was breast size.
While Katie was a respectable 34c, Tess filled out a 40d,
something Katie was always jealous of.

They had just finished lunch at a small sidewalk cafe and
were making small talk as the busboy cleared the table.
Katie's eyes followed the young man's body as he walked
back into the cafe.

"What a cute ass," She whispered to herself, forgetting
for a moment her mother's presence.

She was sure her mother hadn't heard her, she was busy
watching him walk away too.

"I'd like to fuck him."

Katie's mouth dropped open at her mother's statement.

"Mother!" She said in shock.

Then they both laughed.

They were still both laughing as they drove away from the
cafe. Katie couldn't remember the last time she saw her
mother in this good a mood. It had been a long and vicious
divorce, Tess had spent too many years married to a man
she never should've married in the first place - baby or
no baby.

Katie actually felt a little awkward seeing the sexual
side of her mother. She knew see saw other men now, just
as she was sure she wasn't living a life of chastity. But
this was the first time she had ever seen her mother in a
state of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her hand had
found its way between her legs. Then again Katie though to
herself, if she hadn't had to drive her hand might be
between her own legs.

All the way back to the house they talked about the guy at
the restaurant and what they'd like to do with him. It was
all in fun, of course, but Katie found it exciting too.
She found the heat between her legs spreading outward. It
had been much too long since she'd been laid.

"Look at your nipples," Mom teased. "You're so hot their
sticking out."

Surprisingly Katie wasn't embarrassed by her mother's
observation. "So are yours," She quickly shot back.

Well what are we going to do about it?" Tess asked.

A second later, Katie was shocked to realize that her
mother's hand had moved from between her legs and was now
stroking Katie's thigh.

Never in a thousand years could she have imagined her
mother being interested in another woman. Much less her
own daughter. Yet it took only another second for her to
respond.

She reached down and lifted her mother's hand and guided
it to her own wet crotch. She was pleased when her mother 
didn't pull it away. Not a word passed between them as the
finished the remaining fifteen minutes of the ride in
silence.

Leaving the packages in the car as they arrived home, both
women quickly moved into the house.

Katie was no sooner in the door when her mother pulled her
into not her arms and kissed her. Not the motherly kiss
she'd become accustomed to but the hot passionate kiss of
a lover. She felt her mother's tongue enter her mouth and
quickly slid her own out to meet it.

Tess's hand quickly moved down Katie's back and slid into
the back of her shorts. Katie responded by pulling open
her mother's blouse and exploring the delights within.

Her breasts were heavier than Katie's , the nipples
larger. Tess moaned into her open mouth as she fondled
them. Katie's hand slid down to her hips and pulled her
mother closer, working a thigh between her legs. She could
tell the older woman's pussy mound was super wet.

"Let's go up to the bedroom." Tess whispered as she pulled
away from her daughter.

Katie released her mother reluctantly and followed her up
the stairs. They undressed each other and stood naked, as
if they were seeing each other for the first time.

Their pubic hairs were the small golden blonde, proof that
they were both naturals. Small clear droplets of cum
already clung to Tess's mound.

Tess licked her finger and then traced up and down the
center of Katie's bush. Her gaze was as exciting to Katie
as the wet finger between her legs. Unable to wait any
longer, Katie took hold of her mother and pulled her to
the bed.

They rolled back and forth, mother and daughter, kissing
deeply, nipples together, bellies touching and mounds
grinding together. When Katie was on top, Tess slid her
hands down her back and pulled hard against her. The other
did the same as their positions did the same. Katie then
remembered a trip taught to her by one of her girlfriends
back at college.

She pulled her mother's plump cheeks apart, then pushed
them back together, rhythmically. Then she used her
fingertips to tease her puckered anus. Tess moaned at the
touch.

"Yes....Oh yes..." She gasped. "It feels so good."

Needing no more encouragement, Katie knelt behind her
mother and teased her again. First with her fingers, then
with her tongue. Katie buried it deep in her mother's
rectum while she pumped to fingers in and out of her
dripping pussy.

"That's it," Tess hissed, as she rocked back and forth.
"So good! So fucking good!"

Hearing her mother talk like that helped push Katie over
the edge, but she was determined to hold back a little
longer. She knew her mother was close, she wanted it to
build to a rousing climax. A few minutes later she felt
Tess's rectum clamp down on her tongue as her pussy pulsed
around her fingers. She plunged her mouth into her
mother's box and was rewarded a second later with an
explosion of girlcum which saturated her face.

Katie hardly had time to recover her composure before her
mother maneuvered her onto her back. Immediately Tess had
her face between her daughter's legs and went to work on
her. Her head bobbed up and down as she tongue her through
one orgasm after another. Tess couldn't remember having
ever come so much. Her mother seemed insatiable, unwilling
to break contact with the woman she had given birth to.

Finally Katie managed to pull her up and kissed her. They
spent long minutes liking the cum off each others faces.
Then they just laid there naked, talking, and exploring
aspects of each others lives that they had never dared
before. They would make love many times before Katie
returned to school, but nothing would ever match the
intensity of this first time. Still it never stopped them 
from trying.

End

Mother And Son

Part One

By Ann Douglas

"This must be my lucky day." Elizabeth Pastore said to
herself as she drove down Rockland Blvd and neared her
house.

A water main break had caused her office to close up at
ten o'clock, giving her the rest of the day off. It was
such a hot summer day, she thought she would pick up her
son Billy and head for the beach. It was rare that she got
to spend the day with him. Usually on weekends everything
was just too crowded to go anywhere. And with Billy making
the move from junior high to high school, she knew that
his weekends would soon also be filled with teenage
activities.

Pulling into the driveway, she noted with satisfaction
that Billy's bike was up against the garage - he was home.
There was a second bike there, one she didn't recognize.
Must belong to some friend from the Youth Center.

Entering the house through the side door, she was just
about to call out that she was home when she heard sounds
from the living room. She listened for a few seconds, then
carefully moved to the edge of the doorway to take a look.
She had heard similar sounds too many times not to be
pretty sure of their source.

>From her vantage point, she could see the back of Billy's
head as she sat on the sofa. She could tell he was
breathing hard, speaking in a low voice.

"Oh God......" Billy panted. "It feels so good. You suck
cock so good."

Both a smile and a tinge of embarrassment covered
Elizabeth's face as her original assumption proved true.
Her sixteen year old son was getting a blow job.

"I wonder who it is?" Liz said to herself as her curiosity
overcame her embarrassment. "Could it be Cindy Kelly, or
maybe Donna Griffith?" Two girls Billy had been dating
over the summer.

The thought of interrupting them never entered her mind.
She'd already had a long talk with Billy about the facts
of life. She knew that when the time came, there wasn't
anything she could do the prevent her son from becoming
sexually active. No more than her parents could've stopped
her. All she could do was make sure he knew enough of the
facts to make the right decisions.

As she backed into the hallway, it occurred to her that if
she doubled back through the kitchen, she would be able to
see the couch from the side. Her curiosity about the
girl's identity got the better of her and she quickly made
for the kitchen.

When Elizabeth reached the kitchen entrance to the living
room, she paused before looking in. She felt all flushed
and strangely sexually excited. The thought of watching
her son get blown was really turning her on. Not that the
fact that Billy had developed into a handsome young man
had escaped her notice. True, he was a little skinny, but
now that he had reached his full height he had already
started to fill out. Plenty of physical activity made sure
that the added pounds came in as muscle.

"Jan....I'm gonna cum....." Billy called out.

"Jan.....Jan who?" Elizabeth though as she peeked around
the edge of the doorway.

The earlier redness in her face suddenly turned to pure
white as she looked at the two lovers. The lips wrapped
tightly around her son's cock, belonged to an unknown
brown haired boy.

In shock, she watched the boy Billy had called Jan swallow
her son's hard cock. The rapid rate of Billy's breathing
told her he was about to explode. Unable to utter a sound,
she stood there transfixed as a torrid of white boycum
erupted onto Jan's face. With a hungry intensity, he again
engulfed Billy's cock and swallowed as much of the
precious white fluid as he could. Through it all, Liz
could hear her son's soft moans.

Finally taking a small measure of control, she retreated
into the safety of the kitchen. Her own breathing was as
rapid as Billy's had been moments before. Standing flat
against the wall, she listened to the exchange between the
two boys.

"See, I told you that you'd like it." Jan said as he used
a towel to wipe the last of Billy's cum off his face.

"Yeh, that was a lot better than jerking off," Billy
answered. "Even better than when you jerked me off."

"Think you're ready to try sucking my cock?" Jan asked as
he stroked Billy's now limp dick. "It's only fair you
know."

"I know Jan, but I think I just need a little more time. I
haven't had all the experience at this that you've had. I
mean, I thought that all we were going to do was jerk off
again like the last time."

"Hey, its ok, I can wait. It's not like I'm one of those
cock-teasing girls that gets you all hot and bothered and
then sends you home with a case of blue-balls."

"I guess not." Billy replied. "None of them even wanted to
jerk me off unless I bought them something first."

"Exactly. You know, working for Mr. Wilson down at the
hardware store last year was the best thing I ever did. He
showed me that guys don't need a girl to have fun. You
don't even need a girl if you want to get laid."

"You mean......"

"That's right. All you have to do is make sure that it's
lubricated real good and he say's its better than pussy."

"You let him put his cock in your ass?"

"Yeh, it hurt a lot at first, but after a while it felt
kind of nice. And I came real good too."

"Did you put your cock into his ass?" Billy asked in
amazement.

"No, he said that he had some sort of problem back there
and couldn't do it. But he always sucked me off real
good."

"Maybe next time I'll be able to suck you, I need to think
about it a little more. Is it ok if I just jerk you off? I
don't want to loose you as a friend."

"Sure pal, whatever you're comfortable with." Jan said
with a smile as his placed his hard dick in Billy's hand.

Tracing back her steps out into the driveway, Elizabeth
found herself asking a hundred questions at once. How long
had this been going on? Who was this boy, Jan? Was her son
gay?

She eased the car out of the driveway and headed back down
the boulevard. She wasn't sure where she was going or who
she could talk to. After about fifteen minutes, Liz found
herself by the edge of Larsen's Park. Leaving the car in
the parking lot she took a long walk around the lake.

It couldn't have been going on too long, she thought. Not
if they'd only been jerking off together. She read that
boys sometimes jerk off with a friend, but it usually
never went any further. Her own sister in fact had taught
her to masturbate when they were teens.

Who this boy Jan was didn't seem that important right now.
Still she made a mental note to look into the claim he had
made about Mr. Wilson down at the hardware store. If he
was really buggering young boys, something should be done
about that.

Was Billy gay? That was a hard question. If he was, there
was nothing she could do but accept it. Elizabeth was
educated enough to know that you didn't turn gay, it was
something that you were born. Billy filled all the classic
stereotypes. A quiet boy, with a divorced father who was
never around more than 4 or 5 times a year. He'd always
been a little awkward around girls, could that be the
reason? But those were after all just stereotypes. You
couldn't tell by just that. Look at Betty Kowolski back in
High School - All American Girl. Cheerleader, Student
Leader, always dating the most popular guy in school. She
went on to become a member of the city council and then a
congresswoman. Who'd have ever thought she would stand up
in front of the world and announce that she was a lesbian.

No, she didn't think Billy was gay - she just thought he
was horny. When you're just 16 and don't really have a lot
of friends, maybe its not so important that the mouth
around your cock doesn't belong to a girl.

Then she remembered something one of her girlfriends in
college had once told her during an al night study
session. Kandie said that when she was about 16, she'd had
a short lived relationship with one of her female cousins.
The relationship died a quick death the first time Kandie
had been with a guy about a year later. Maybe that's it,
maybe Billy just has to be with a girl to have something
to compare it against. Then again, if this relationship
went on for too long without something to balance it
against, Billy might have no desire to try something else.
>From her own married experience, Liz knew that when your
sex life was going great, it was easy to be blind to many
problems.

"I never though I'd be having thoughts like this."
Elizabeth said to herself. "Here I am, a 39 year old
Mother trying to figure out a way to get her son laid."

With a laugh she headed back to the car and again headed
home.

Billy was alone in the kitchen as she walked in. Only one
bike was outside so it was obvious Jan had left.

"You're home early," Billy said. "It's not even three
o'clock."

Liz quickly told him about the water main break. Changing
the timing so that it put her at work while he was getting
sucked off by his friend, Jan.

"And what have you been up to today?" Liz asked.

"Not much, just hanging out."

"I see. Any plans for tonight? Its Friday after all?"

"Wasn't really planning anything, thought I'd just stay
home and watch some videos." Billy answered.

"Why don't you invite Cindy or Donna over, I could make
you some snacks to go with the movies and then make myself
scarce."

"I really kinda lost interest in them, Mom. They really
weren't that interested in me anyhow."

"I see."

"Well I guess than it's just you and me, kid."

"So much for Plan A." Elizabeth thought as she finished
putting away the groceries she had brought home. " Even if
I could get one of those girls over here, there was no
guarantee that anything would happen. I mean, I couldn't
just ask one of them to fuck Billy. If anything another
frigid date might just drive him further into Jan's "you
don't need a girl" philosophy."

She continued to toss ideas in her mind as she headed up
the stairs and into her bedroom. A shower was definitely
in order.

"I could hire a prostitute," Liz thought as she tossed her
dress onto the bed. "But that would also fit into Jan's
"you have to pay a girl for sex" theory."

The warm water of the shower felt good. As she soaped up
her body, Elizabeth felt frustrated. If only her old
friend, Lisa still lived next store. Lisa Sweeney always
had a thing for young boys. A few times she even fucked
delivery boys or students she tutored in math.

At times, Liz envied Lisa's encounter's, wondering what it
would be like to initiate a young man into sex. All she
would've had to do was ask, and Lisa would've had Billy in
her bed before you could say cock robin. But Lisa moved
away last year, now she was seducing her way through the
Kensington High Schools a thousand miles away.

Absentmindedly, Elizabeth began to masturbate as she
thought of Lisa and all those young hard bodies. If only I
could be more like Lisa, I could take care of this problem
myself.

A sudden tremor shook Liz's body as she repeated the
thought out loud.

"I could take care of the problem myself?" She repeated in
shock and amazement. "Where in the world did an idea like
that come from?"

Stepping out of the shower and back into the bedroom,
Elizabeth dried herself in front of the full length
mirror. Try as she may, that haunting thought wouldn't go
away. Deep down she knew where it had come from. The image
of her naked son and his hard cock on the sofa this
morning was still vivid in her mind. The excitement of
listening to him getting sucked off had caused her to
imagine what it would be like to have been the one
bringing him pleasure. The wetness it had stirred between
her legs had quickly been tossed aside when she had seen
Jan.

Looking at her naked body in the mirror, Liz honestly
couldn't say she wasn't happy with what she saw. Her short
red hair was still without a touch of gray. Nature had
caused her breasts to sag a little but they were still in
great shape. There was a little fat here and there, but
over all she was still desirable. Men still looked at her
and when she wanted it, men were still available for her
needs.

"What am I thinking?" She chided herself. "The very idea
is preposterous."

Her debate with herself was interrupted by the ringing of
the telephone.

"I'll get it..." She heard Billy yell from downstairs.

After a few seconds, Billy called out it was for him.

Normally, Elizabeth would never think of listening in on
her son's phone conversation, but today had been anything
but normal. Her bedroom phone had a speaker function that
could let her listen in to the call while muting any sound
from her receiver. With only a moments hesitation, she hit
the speaker button.

"...... have you been thinking about it, Billy?" She heard
Jan say.

"Yeh, I've been thinking about it. I'm still not sure."

"Ahh man, I did it for you." Jan wined. "I'm sitting here
with a hard on just thinking about how nice it would feel
to have my cock in your mouth."

"I guess do owe you."

"Then you'll do it?"

"I guess so..." Billy said quietly.

"Fantastic, can you come over tonight?"

"No, not tonight, I already told my Mom I was staying in."

"Tomorrow then, can you come over about 11:00?"

"Yeh, ok."

"Great, I can hardly wait. See you tomorrow then."

"Yeh, tomorrow...."

As the connection broke, Elizabeth made up her mind. She
would do it. First she had a few things to do.

Elizabeth told Billy she had to run a few errands and
would be back by six. A quick trip to a video store out of
town got her a XXX video. She couldn't bring herself to
rent one from a local store. As it was two men in the
store's adult section kept staring at her tits. Thankfully
it was a woman behind the counter when she paid for the
rental and left a cash deposit since she had no membership
at this store. The woman gave her a wide smile as she read
the video title before putting into the unmarked black
box.

"Enjoy it." She had said, licking her lips.

Next she stopped at the Victoria's Secret at the Mall.
Here at least she had to deal with only women as she
looked for the sexiest lingerie she could find. One of the
saleswoman helped her select a satin green bra and panty
set. After mentioning that she needed the outfit for
tonight, the saleswoman insisted that she try it on in the
back room.

"Normally, its against policy," She said. "But I can tell
tonight means a great deal to you, and I wouldn't want you
to be disappointed in what the outfit looks like when you
get home."

Putting the outfit on, Liz noted that the bra pushed her
breasts in such a way that she looked twenty years old
again. The panties, what there were of them, hardly
covered her bright red bush. The look of dissatisfaction
on the saleswomen was evident.

"That's not going to do at all," She said as she brushed
her fingernail across the hair that protruded from beneath
the soft material. "We'll have to do something about
that."

Saying she'd be right back, the girl left Elizabeth
standing half naked in the back room. In a moment she was
back with a small toiletry bag. From within it she
produced a small pair of hair clippers and proceeded to
trim the hair around Liz's cunt. By the time she was
finished, all that remained was a fine layer of red.

"I can shave it you want, some guys really like that." The
saleswoman said with a smile.

"Maybe another time..." Elizabeth replied, "I really have
to go."

"Ok, have fun," She said as she placed the outfit back in
the box and rang up the sale. "Must be a real special
guy."

Elizabeth could only answer with a smile.

At ten to six, she pulled back into the driveway. She
called out to Billy who was down in the basement working
on his bike. Quickly locating the video Billy had brought
home this afternoon, she switched it with the one she had
just rented. Billy's video was still in the bag so she was
sure he hadn't checked on the title.

Next she dialed the operator and said that she was having
problems with her phone and would they please call her
right back as to test her phone. When the phone rang a few
moments later, she was quick to call out that she had it.

After thanking the operator for her help and saying that
the problem must've corrected itself, Elizabeth called
Billy up from the basement.

"Bad news I'm afraid." She said, trying to put on a
disappointed face. "That was Mr. Carrington. Since we had
to cancel that meeting with the people from Johnson Foods
this morning, they decided that want to have a late
working dinner, so they can discuss our plans for their
new ad campaign. So I'm afraid it just you and the movie
tonight."

"That's ok, Mom." Billy said sympathetically. "Maybe I'll
forget the video and go over to a friends house."

"No can do, sport." Liz said, having considered the
possibility. "I'm expecting an important call from your
Aunt Cynthia. She on the road this week so there's no way
for me to track her down. If she calls I want you to get
her number and beep me."

"Ok, I guess what I had to do can wait to tomorrow."

"That's a good boy," Elizabeth smiled as she kissed him on
the cheek, satisfied that she'd covered all the options.

Then she excused herself and headed upstairs to get ready
for her "business dinner."

Forty minutes later, Elizabeth reappeared in the living
room. She walked in front of Billy in the couch and stood
between him and the television. Then she struck a
suggestive pose.

"How do I look, big boy?" She said half comically.

"Wow!" Billy exclaimed. "Mom, you look hot....I mean...."

"That's ok, I know what you mean, and I'll take it as a
compliment. It's been a long time since I've really
dressed up.

Elizabeth was wearing a very low cut dress that gave Billy
an ample view of her breasts. She gave him plenty of time
to let it all sink in, pleased that his sight never left
her bosom.

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?"

"Not bad for any lady," Billy answered, forgetting for the
moment that this was his Mom he was ogling. "You'll have
those guys buying ice in December."

"Don't stay up too late, sweetheart." She said as she
tossed a wrap around her shoulders and headed for the
door. "Oh and enjoy your movie."

Part Two

Once she pulled the car onto the street, she drove exactly
two blocks. Then she parked it, and walked back to the
house. Letting herself in the back way, she sat down in
the laundry room and waited. If Billy followed his normal
routine, he would start running the video as soon as
Entertainment Tonight was over - in about fifteen minutes.
Elizabeth found herself both nervous and flush with
excitement.

True to form, Billy hit the play button at 08:01. By 08:02
it was obvious that he was definitely not watching Sister
Act 2. Not unless Woopie Goldberg was now making Porno
Films. The video store must've mixed up the films. Billy
had only see one other adult film, the time Stevie
Esposito's father had forgotten to lock out the Playboy
channel on the cable box the night before. That was G
rated compared to this.

Hearing the movie come on, Elizabeth moved from the
laundry to the kitchen, then around through the long hall
until she was at the same spot she had first spotted him
and Jan this morning.

He was already almost fifteen minutes into the movie and
showed no lack of interest in the subject matter. If
anything it had his undivided attention. Looking closely
at the movement of his right shoulder, Liz realized he was
jerking off to the film. Definitely a step in the right
direction.

With a deep breath, she walked into the room.

She stood behind him for a few minutes, admiring his young
body as he played with his hard cock. She felt the
familiar tingling between her legs, made more intense by
the thought that this was her won son.

"That looks like fun, doesn't it?"

"Oh shit!......Mom!" Billy cried out as he dropped his
cock and spun around at the sound of her voice.

It took a few seconds for him to recover from the shock of
her presence, then he stammered out.

"The video store made some kind of mistake.....they had
the wrong film in the box."

"I'm sure they did, still it looks like a very interesting
movie, don't you think?" She said as she walked around the
sofa and sat down beside him.

Remembering that he was half naked, Billy reached down to
pull up his pants.

"No, don't...." Liz said softly as she stopped his
reaching hand with her own.

"There's nothing to be ashamed about..." She said as she
moved her fingers from his hand and placed them directly
on his cock.

"Oh shit!" Billy exclaimed as his cock jerked involuntary
at her touch.

"Feels nice doesn't it?" She asked.

"Ye......Yes..." Billy replied, unable to deny how good it
felt to have his Mother stroke his cock.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked. "I will if you want?"

"No, please don't stop..." Billy said, almost too softly 
to hear.

Elizabeth didn't say anything for the next few minutes.
She just continued to stroke his swelling cock, tracing
along his veins with her nails and cupping his balls with
her other hand.

"I saw you with Jan this morning..." She said, continuing
to play with his dick. "I saw him suck your cock and I
know he wants you to suck his."

Billy started to say something but she put two fingers
across his lips, indicating that she just wanted him to
listen.

"I'm trying not to be judgmental about this." She
continued. "I want you to do what ever it may be that
makes you happy. I've always tried to make sure that you
had the knowledge you needed to make intelligent
decisions. Right now I think you're making one without
fully understanding the options available to you."

She paused a moment to make sure he was understanding what
she was saying.

"If you want, I'm going to show you exactly what its like
to be with a woman. I want you to forget that I'm your
Mother and just think of me as a woman who desires you
very much. Do you understand that?"

Billy nodded his head yes.

"Do you want me to go on?"

Billy again nodded his head yes.

With a wide smile on her face and a burning desire
building between her legs, Elizabeth bent down and took
his cock into her mouth.

Billy leaned back against the sofa and closed his eyes in
bliss. As nice as Jan's mouth had felt around his cock
this morning, it was nothing compared to this. The wetness
of his Mother's mouth seemed to engulf his entire being.
Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Licking up
under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his
balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she took him all
the way into her throat.

"Oh Mom...." He moaned.

Hearing him call her name reminded Liz that this was her
son's cock in her mouth. She increased her rhyme, causing
a more powerful reaction from Billy's cock. She could
taste the saltiness of his cum as it leaked from his hole.
The same saltiness that Jan had tasted this morning. Now
it belonged to her.

She gripped the base of his cock and pressed her fingers
tight against the urethra, preventing him from cumming.
She could feel the pressure against her fingers, she knew
how badly he wanted to cum.

"I have to cum so bad......." He pleaded. "Please Mom, I
want to cum."

Elizabeth continued to suck and stroke him for another ten
seconds. Then she released the pressure around the base of
his dick, sending a stream of hot boycum gushing into her
mouth.

She intentionally slurped the white cream, letting it
splash across her face. It dripped from her lips and down
her chin. She reached out with her tongue and licked it
from her lips. It was the best she had ever tasted. Then
again how could it not be, it had come after all from the
fruit of her loins.

Her face still smeared with his cum, Elizabeth moved up to
his face and pulled him to her. She kissed him, softly at
first, allowing him to taste his cum on her lips. Her
tongue then found it's way within his mouth, again
bringing the strong taste of boycum into his mouth. No
matter what tomorrow brought, it was his Mother/Lover who
had given him his first taste of boycum.

Billy continued to kiss his Mother and licked her face
clean. Already he could feel a movement in his cock, it
wouldn't be too long before he would grow hard again. He
didn't care if what he was doing was right or wrong, he
only knew that he didn't want it to stop.

Not that stopping was anywhere on Elizabeth's agenda. She
broke her son's embrace and stood up. She reached behind
her and undid the dress laces around her neck. Once
undone, the top of the dress fell free, exposing her
swollen breasts, held only in place by the satin green bra
she had purchased earlier.

"I noticed you admiring these earlier..." She said as she
massaged the globes with her hands. "I thought you'd like
a better look."

"Oh yes..." Billy said as he reached up and pressed his
hands against the soft flesh. His fingers slid beneath the
thin green material and brushed against Liz's hard
nipples.

Now Elizabeth moaned softly as Billy played with her
nipples. He pulled her breasts down to face level and
buried his face in her cleavage. His tongue licked every
inch of exposed breast, planting kisses on each mound
again and again.

Billy's fingers followed the soft material cupping her
breasts and soon undid the hooks that held it together. As
the material fell free, he was rewarded with his first
unrestricted look at his Mother's breasts....a sight he
had dreamed about many a night.

He reached up and cupped one breasts, guiding the nipple
into his mouth.

"Softly......." Liz whispered as she helped place the
nipple in his mouth. As his lips closed on it, she felt
the same sexual excitement she had felt sixteen years
before when she had first breast fed him.

She felt his teeth grate against her nipple a few times
but made no attempt to correct him. That would come in the
future. Right now it was enough that he was enjoying
himself.

After he had suckled at her second breast for a while, she
brought her mouth to his own breasts. She traced the
outline of his aureole with her tongue, then took his
small nipples into her mouth. Demonstrating that a man
could also feel many of the same pleasures a woman felt.

Billy was amazed at how good it felt, he had never
considered his boy breasts as sexual parts of his body. As
Elizabeth continued to tongue his nipples, she pressed his
hardening cock against her pantied covered mound, slowing
dry humping against it. In no time at all her panties were
moist with her own juices.

"Are you ready to see my cunt?" She whispered in his ear,
taking secret delight in her use of such language.

"Yes, please show it to me."

Elizabeth leaned back on the edge of the sofa and spread
her legs wide. She reached down and undid the two side
strings that held the panty together. Then with a
flourish, she pulled the green cloth away, revealing her
mound of delight in all its fiery red splendor.

Billy's eyes widened in wonder as he looked down on his
first real pussy. A pussy he was sure he would not only
get to touch, but would soon be inside of. He never
considered the thought that this would be his second
journey into this particular tunnel of love - the first
having been in the opposite direction.

Watching Billy's eyes, Elizabeth was glad she hadn't let
the saleswoman shave her pussy. Perhaps another day, but
the small framing mound of flaming red hair suited her
perfectly right now.

"I want you to kiss it." Liz said. "I want you to lick my
pussy and taste how sweet the juices can be."

Needing no further prompting, Billy dove right in.
Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the whole thing
in his mouth like he had Elizabeth's nipples. Then he
settled down and began to lick up and down, using his hand
to expose more of the pink softness within.

>From biology class he knew what the clitoris was, although
he was sure he was the first guy in his class to actually
have the chance to see one close up. He reached out to it
with his tongue and was rewarded with another series of
soft moans from his Mother. The taste of girlcum filled
his mouth, so different from his own - but surprisingly
nice. So much for all the fish jokes he had been told.

Elizabeth's cunt grew wetter with each passing minute. She
guided Billy's fingers into her pussy and quickly showed
him how to finger-fuck a woman. Between his tongue and
fingers, she was as wet as she could be. Her body cried
out for his hard boycock.

"Billy, I want you inside me...." She said, "I want to be
your first woman."

Billy smiled as he took a hold of his cock and straddled
his Mother. He placed it at the entrance of her hole and
gently slid it in. She was so lubricated that he quickly
filled her until his balls slapped against her ass. He
reached down and took a hold of each of her legs as he had
seen them do in the movie, then began to fuck her as hard
as he could.

"Oh God Yes!" Elizabeth cried out as she felt her son's
cock fill her. It felt so good. She reached behind him and
grabbed his ass. Taking a firm grip, she added her own
strength to his thrusts, taking him deeper inside her.

With every once of energy he could muster, Billy thrusted
his cock into his Mother again and again. The walls of her
pussy felt so good as they wrapped around his cock. Jan
had to have been wrong, nothing could feel as good as
this.

Sweat covered both their bodies as they thrashed back and
forth atop the couch. A few feet away the porno movie
continued unwatched, but matched in intensity by the two
oblivious viewers.

Finally, Elizabeth felt Billy's body began to tense,
signaling an imminent explosion within him. She grabbed
him as hard as she could and pulled him as far within her
as possible. Years of experience allowed her to hold off
her own climax, she wanted them to reach simultaneous
bliss. As soon as she felt the shudder of his body she
relaxed and let it trigger the volcanic waves within her
own body. Her pussy exploded as she felt the burst of her
own son's cum fill her body, electrical charges radiated
outward until they filled the core of her being. She
smothered his face against her breasts, allowing his to
taste the sweat that covered her body. Then as the tremors
subsided within, she pulled his head up and kissed him.
Not the kiss of a Mother, but that of a Lover.

They laid there together and fell asleep naked in each
others arms. In the morning they took turns showering and
quickly dressed. Over breakfast they discussed the night
before.

It was quickly agreed that what happened last night would
never be repeated. It was now up to Billy to make his own
decision about him and Jan. If he wanted to go and meet
Jan, even if he wanted to experiment with him a little
more it was his decision. At least now he had something to
measure it against.

"I'm not going to ask you what you decided, Billy."
Elizabeth said as she drank her coffee. "But no matter
what it is, I want you to know that I'll always love you
and support you in whatever you do with your life."

"Thanks Mom, " Billy said as he kissed her on the cheek,
the kiss of a son to his Mother. "But I want to tell you
what I decided."

Elizabeth slowly put down her coffee mug and gave her son
her undivided attention.

"I'm not going to have sex with Jan anymore. I realize now
that it would just be another form of masturbation. It
might feel good, but without the emotional feelings that
should go with it, it would feel empty in the end."

Elizabeth smiled, her son was well on the way to becoming
a man in more ways than she had thought.

"I think I'll give Cindy a call, see if she'd like to go
to the park today." Billy said as he reached for the
phone.

"Billy.....: Elizabeth said in her strongest Mother voice.
"You can't expect what happened between me and you last
night to happen between you and any of the girls you might
date - at least not for a very long time."

"I know, Mom," Billy said smiling. "But at least I know
what the prize is at the end of the game. It makes it
worth playing."

It was all so simple to him now, a new confidence filled
him as he spend the next ten minutes on the phone with
Cindy.

"How do you like that? She said she was hoping I'd give
her a call. Said she acted kinda stupid the last time we
went out and wants to start over if its ok with me?"

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her that as far as I was concerned, we were both
starting from square one."

"That's good to hear, but as long as you've got the phone,
don't you think you should give Jan a call. You should at
least tell him you're not coming over.

"You're right," Billy said as he picked up the phone
again. "I owe him that much."

"Have you given any thought to what your going to tell
him?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Actually I have, I was kind of hoping that I could invite
him over this afternoon and you could give him the same
object lesson that you gave me....."

"Billy!!!!!" Elizabeth cried out in mock anger. "How could
you even suggest such a thing?"

"Well if you don't think its a good idea..."

"Of course not, this afternoon is definitely no good. Tell
him to come by around 07:30."

Mother and Son then both burst into laughter.

One Moment In Time

by Ann Douglas

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking..."
Said the strong male voice over the cabin intercom. "We're
about to start our approach into Los Angeles International
and should have you on the ground in about twenty
minutes."

"On the ground in 20 minutes," Kelly thought as she stared
out the tiny window at the countryside rushing by below,
ignoring the Captain's comments on the weather and such.
"And then a three hour layover until I catch the 6:30 to
San Diego."

The 39 year old redhead sighed as she thought of the long
wait in an airport lounge with absolutely nothing better
to do but watch people come and go. Of course she could go
over her presentation one more time, but she really
figured that an even dozen times in the last two days had
been enough.

"Forget about inflight movies," She said to herself as her
seatbelt closed with a snap. "They should have a theater
or two in the airport so that people could kill a few
hours."

Originally, the layover in Los Angeless was going to be
the best part of her trip. Her Internet lover, Michelle,
lived up near Oakland. When she had first learned she was
going out to the West Coast to personally present the new
marketing campaign she had helped develop, Kelly had
seized at the opportunity to fullfill a person desire on
her stop over here. San Francisco or Oakland would've been
better, but the tickets had been bought for L.A. before
she had even been given the assignment.

According to her original plan, Kelly was going to have a
full day here and Michelle was going to make the drive
down from Oakland. The two woman had never actually met,
but had been exchanging emails and gifs for a few months
now.

Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a New
York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's slot,
this trip was going to be a feather in her cap. 5'3" with
short dark red hair, the first thing most men took in upon
meeting her was her 38 inch bust. It usually put them off
guard and Kelly was just aggressive enough to take
advantage of their distraction. By the time they learned
there was a lot more to her than just a big set of boobs,
she had usually passed them on the ladder to the VP's
chair.

Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a career military
woman. A Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy, she was as
aggressive in her own field as Kelly was in hers. She had
bucked the boy's club mentality and flew multi-million
dollar jets for a living. Currently she was stationed at
the Alameda Naval Air Station up near Oakland.

Both women were married, both were mothers with small
children. And both had discovered in the last few years,
an interested in other women.

They had met one night on the Internet when Kelly
responded to a note Michelle had posted on a bi newsgroup.
The fact that they lived on opposite sides of the country
just gave them the freedom to be totally honest with each
other in their almost daily correspondence. The friendship
had developed quickly.

Within an hour of learning that she was going to make the
presentation herself instead of Bill Sullivan, her
immediate superior, Kelly had fired off an email to
Michelle. They quickly worked out a plan were as Michelle
would take a 48 hour leave and meet her in Los Angeles.
Then they would have a full night and day together.

Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the form of one
Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the pencil pushing travel
budget coordinator at Kelly's firm. Known as "old nickels
and dimes", she took great delight in trying to find new
ways to save even a few dollars, no matter what the
inconvenience to the traveler.

The pleasure she got from her discoveries, and the chaos
they caused the unfortunate traveler seemed to be almost
sexual in nature at times. At least that had always been
Kelly's impression. It was probably the nosy old bitty's
only such enjoyment.

So it was that Janice took great delight in changing
Kelly's travel plans so that she had to fly to San Diego
tonight instead of tomorrow. In doing so, the company
would save fifty dollars on air fare and a whole nights
hotel accommodations. Their clients had no problem moving
up the meeting a day and Janice had further booked Kelly
on a flight home tomorrow that would mean she would have
to go right from the presentation to the airport. This
would save another night of hotel expenses. The fact that
Kelly would be totally exhausted by the end of this two
day marathon didn't really factor into the equation.

Kelly could still see the excited gleam in Janice's eyes
as she devastated her plans. It was almost taken as an
article of faith in the office that Kelly had a hand in
the scandal that resulted in the sudden firing of Bill
Sullivan a few days before. In truth, she had nothing to
do with the anonymous phone call that had led the night
security guard to Bill's office late Friday. Of course,
she wasn't sorry that he had been caught screwing one of
the college interns on the couch. No, she hadn't made the
call, but had she known about the tryst, she wouldn't have
hesitated to have made it.

As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard concrete of the
runway, Kelly against cursed the fact that her chance to
finally meet Michelle was slipping out of her fingers. The
Navy Officer had told her that even if she broke every
speed limit on the way down here, she wouldn't arrive
until just before Kelly had to leave. As much as she
wanted to finally meet her in person, the Ad Exec wasn't
selfish enough to ask her to drive all the way down here
just to wave good-bye.

As people all around Kelly took to the aisles and began to
gather up their belongings, she just continued to stare
out the window. It wasn't like she had to hurry to make
her next connection. Then, with only a few other people
left onboard, she got up and removed her carrybag from the
overhead compartment.

The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile as she
thanked her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly smiled back at
the young blonde, wondering if she'd like to help her kill
a few hours. A silly thought really. Even on the remote
chance that the tan suited woman was also into girls, the
ground crews were already loading food and fuel onto the
plane for their next flight. She would be out of here and
on her way long before the New Yorker was.

Savoring the idle thought of how the flight attendant
would've looked in a skimpy red bra and panties, Kelly
exited the cabin and walked down the long passageway into
the terminal.

"Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said to herself
as she strolled down the walkway, ignoring the many people
around her. "Although I can't imagine the food being any
better here than on the plane."

Lost in thought and oblivious to her surroundings, Kelly
didn't notice the short haired blonde woman she'd just
walked past.

"Hi stranger," The blonde said with a smile. "Buy a lady a
drink?"

Then the woman leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The look of alarm on
her face quickly changed to astonishment as she focused on
the woman who had kissed her.

"Michelle!" She exclaimed.

Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue eyes,
Michelle was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse- and
matching shorts. The thin material of her shirt and the
tight fit of her shorts outlined the well-defined muscles
of her calves and arms. A well tanned body showed that she
was an outdoor person who loved to soak up the desert sun.

Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the younger
woman held out a small bouquet of flowers to her Internet
friend.

"These are for you, Kelly" She said quietly. "I can't tell
you how much your letters have meant to me over the last
three months. I looked forward to them every day. Thanks
for being my friend, you're really someone special."

Taking the roses in hand, Kelly finally found her voice.

"But how...? You said that it was impossible for you to
drive down in time." Kelly stammered, still a little
shocked by Michelle's sudden appearance.

"Honey, I'm a Naval Aviator." She laughed in a deep rich
voice. "We don't drive.....we fly!"

Michelle explained how she had hitched a ride on a
transport flight and had only arrived a half hour ago.

"This is wonderful!" Kelly beamed. At least we'll be able
to have dinner together."

A wicked smile appeared on Michelle's face. She stared at
the beauty of her cyber-lovers face and quickly lost
herself in the richness of her deep brown eyes.

"I had something a little better than dinner in mind." The
Navy Officer quipped.

With that, the taller woman led Kelly down the corridor
and through a locked door that read "Security Only."

"Were are we going?" Kelly asked curiously.

"The Security Chief for the airport is a Reserve Officer
and a friend of mine." Michelle said as she closed and
locked the door behind them. "He had a small office that
he converted into an apartment some time back. A place
where he could rest up during emergency situations. It's
not the Hilton but it sure beats a cot in the storage
room."

Michelle continued as they proceeded up a long flight of
stairs.

"I called him yesterday and explained that I had a rather
special friend passing through here today and I'd really
like to be able to spend some private time with them." She
said as they reached the top of the stairs and Michelle
unlocked yet another door. "Since you only had a few
hours, heading out to one of the local motels was out of
the question. He immediately offered me the use of his
apartment."

As she stepped into the rather spacious room, Kelly
wondered if Michelle had mentioned that her special friend
was another woman. Given the military's rather silly
obsession with same sex relationships, she guessed she
hadn't.

"Here we are, home sweet home." Michelle pronounced with a
sweep of her arm. "At least for the next couple of hours."

Taking a good look around the room, Kelly couldn't help
but be impressed. The Hilton it might not of been, but it
sure as hell had the Holiday Inn beat by a mile.

"We've got champagne, various appetizers and such."
Michelle said as she gently placed her hands on Kelly's
arms. "But first, something I've wanted to do for the
longest time."

Pulling Kelly tight against her, Michelle kissed her
again. This time it was full on the lips. Kelly responded
quickly to the warm, soft pressure against her lips, and
the taste of Michelle's tangy red lipstick. Opening her
mouth as she felt the tickle of Michelle's tongue against
it, Kelly drew it inside her.

"Mmmmm" Michelle purred as tongue found tongue.

The reality of countless night's dreams brought a warm
feeling to both women. Kelly felt a soft touch against her
breast as Michelle slipped her fingers beneath the folds
of her blouse.

"Lets get more comfortable." Michelle said as she kissed
her a second time.

Slowly, the two woman began undressing each other,
continuing to stroke and kiss as they did. Michelle
quickly lost her blouse and shorts, displaying an perfect
tan that continued even beneath her undergarments. Nude
sunbathing was a passion with her. If you wanted to enjoy
the kiss of the sun, why let a few silly scraps of cloth
get in the way.

Kelly had been wearing a blue blazer with matching blouse
and skirt, very conservative and business like. Michelle
was more than eager to help her out of the jacket, running
her hand across the outline of her breasts. The soft
motion was enough to cause the quarter size aureoles to
shrink and harden, exciting Michelle even more. She
considered ripping it open in a burst of passion, but the
idea that any other clothing Kelly might have had was
locked away in her luggage finally prevailed.

Filled with excitement, Michelle quickly unbuttoned the
blouse and in one quick snap, unfastened the Victoria
Secret's black lace bra beneath it. Definitely not what
you expected to find under that dull outfit.

"Do you have panties to match?" Michelle whispered in her
sexiest tone.

"Ah...that's for you to find out." Kelly replied
teasingly, clearly enjoying the attention.

Michelle wasted no time in unzipping the wool knit skirt,
sliding her hand down across the business woman's
voluptuous thighs. She was just a little disappointed to
find the skin under her clothes so pale. If they only had
more time, she would've taken her to her favorite spot out
in the desert and taught her wonderful feeling you got
from frolicking au natural.

"Let just me get the rest of this off you." Michelle said
in a commanding voice.

The authority in her tone and her willing reaction to it
took Kelly by surprise. She wasn't used to taking orders,
especially from another woman. Her bisexual experiences
had been with women more or less her own age. The first
had been after a long endless night working on a report
when she had been guided into the pleasures of girlsex by
her administrative assistant. It had been an eye-opening
experience. Yet in the end, she was somewhat relieved when
Donna had quit to take a job with another company. Kelly's
world might not have been as oppressive as Michelle's
regarding lesbianism, but it wasn't that open either. She
wouldn't loose her job over being exposed, but it would
certainly bar her from the vice president's office. After
Donna, all of her affairs had been far from the office and
usually with women who had as much to loose as she did.

What really surprised Kelly was that she was actually
enjoying a submissive role for a change. Usually she had
to exert her dominance in every aspect of her life, but
she could feel the energy in the woman undressing her. It
excited her and she wanted to just see where it would take
her.

In no time at all, Michelle had undressed both Kelly and
herself. Kelly watched with approval as the Navy Officer
had carefully placed her traveling suit over the back of a
chair, careful not to wrinkle the clothing. At least she
was considerate enough to realize that she could hardly
show up in San Diego in crumpled clothes. Deals had fallen
through over less.

Michelle couldn't keep her hands off Kelly's huge breasts.
Once, while she was pregnant, her own breasts had been
close to this size, but had shrunk back to normal
afterwards. Still, one does what they can with what they
have. She gently caressed Kelly's mounds with her hands
and swirling fingers, making imaginary circles around the
now swollen nipples. Her soft touch excited Kelly greatly,
her nipples had always been extra sensitive. Michelle
could hear her lover's breathing began to quicken, causing
the blonde's own juices to collect between her legs.

Her tongue replaced her hands and like a babe, she pulled
the large nipples deep into her hungry mouth. Strong
fingers kneaded the abundant flesh, playing an erotic
symphony on Kelly's body.

Kelly reached out with her own slender fingers and played
with Michelle's breasts in turn. Truth be told, she
actually wished she had mounds like that, having always
believed that her's were oversized. She lifted up each
breast to her mouth and ran her tongue across the stiff
and tanned nipples and kissed each in turn. This sent
little shivers of pleasure across Michelle's chest.

In response, Michelle slid one hand down across Kelly's
thigh and between her legs, delighting in the deep wetness
she found there. Skillfully massaging the stubby clit she
found there, she began to steer Kelly toward her first
orgasm. A single finger became two, then three. They slid
in and out faster and faster, adding fuel to the fire that
raged deep inside.

Kelly continued to work on Michelle's breasts, kissing,
teasing, and biting them over and over. The conflagration
that radiated from her own womanhood made her more and
more aggressive. She began to heave back and forth as she
felt her first small orgasm, the wetness of which covered
Michelle's fingers.

With her free hand, Michelle jerked Kelly's head back and
kissed her forcefully, sucking the force of Kelly's orgasm
into her. Her tongue pressed firmly against Kelly's. The
kisses continued, becoming softer, longer and much wetter.
There were few things Michelle loved more than sharing
french kisses with another woman, and from the response,
Kelly shared the passion.

Now it was Kelly's turn. She led Michelle back to the
large bed, the size of which made it obvious that
Michelle's friend used it for a lot more that a quick nap.
She spread her long muscular legs wide and immediately
dropped her head between them. Kelly had been delighted to
see that Michelle had indeed kept her pussy as bare as a
teenage girl's as she had mentioned in her emails. She had
never been with a woman who shaved her hair, it was an
immense turn-on.

Michelle moaned as she felt the soft wetness of Kelly's
tongue as it slid up and into her love canal. Hitting all
the right spots, she began to drive the younger woman up
the ridges of her own climax. It wasn't long before
Michelle's heart was racing and the same electrical surges
that Kelly had felt a short time before now ravaged her
own body.

Grabbing the back of Kelly's head with her powerful hands,
Michelle pulled her deeper between her legs. So forceful
was her grip that Kelly couldn't even catch her breath.
Not that she cared at the moment. All that concerned her
was the small trickle of juices that she was eagerly
lapping up with the tip of her tongue. A trickle that she
knew would soon be a flood.

She didn't have long to wait as Michelle's naked form,
covered with sweat, began to buck and quake. The larger
woman let out a loud cry of joy as she exploded in and
across Kelly's mouth. Kelly would've joined in the shout
but she was too busy lapping up her reward.

"Oh God, that was great." Michelle panted as the two woman
laid side by side.

The two spent long minutes just silently kissing and
licking each other clean. No further words were shared,
just an occasional shared laughter.

Finally, looking up at the large 18 inch clock on the
wall, the military woman noted that they had already been
at it for over a half hour. Time was running so fast.

Kelly meanwhile was oblivious to the passage of time, she
was having to much fun. She never realized how good it
could feel to just let someone else take control, even if
just for a little while.

"I've got a little surprise for you." Michelle laughed as
she reached under the bed and pulled out her flight bag.

Kelly watched, first in fascination, then in shock, as
Michelle produced a large 9" dildo from the dark blue bag.
In her own luggage, she kept a smaller vibrator, but
nothing like this. It was the strap on kind, and it was
obvious that Michelle planned to wear it.

"I don't know about this..." Kelly said with more than a
touch of hesitation in her voice.

"Didn't you say in your emails that it's always been your
fantasy to be fucked by a monster cock?" Michelle asked as
she jumped back onto the bed. "How you always dreamed
about it but would never do it with a man other than your
husband."

Kelly bit down on her lower lips as she studied the
formidable rubber phallic. It had been her fantasy to be
totally ravaged at least once in her life. She loved her
husband, she really did. Yet sometimes she so much wanted
something more than his 7" in her.

"I guess that sometimes you can fantasize about something
knowing its never going to happen, that way its a safe
obsession." Came her reply.

"All right." Michelle said, a little disappointed. "I'll
just put this away then."

"Wait...." Kelly said, taking the time to measure her
words. "I'd really like to try it....honestly."

The look of disappointment on Michelle's face instantly
turned to joy. It resembled nothing else if not that of
the cat that ate the canary. She quickly secured the
straps of her artificial manhood around and between her
legs. She held out her hand to Kelly and guided her to the
floor, it was always more fun down there.

She again started with kisses, first her cheeks, then her
mouth. She continued down her body, taking the time to
once again enjoy the fullness of Kelly's breasts.
Eventually she reached her still moist mound, glistening
with shiny droplets of her earlier eruption.

Spreading her cunt lips, Michelle wasted no time in
exploring the inner reaches of her new lover's sexuality.
The scent of their recent sex filled her nostrils as much
as the taste of it filled assaulted her tongue. Michelle
took a firm grip on Kelly's buttocks and pulled her
closer.

"Oh yes.." Kelly said as the frequency of Michelle's
withdrawals and re-insertions increased with each passing
moment.

Michelle continued with her oral ministrations, always
aware of the ticking of the clock above her. And with each
passing minute, Kelly's moans became louder and louder.
Michelle was pleased that she was having such an effect on
her lover, but was becoming concerned that someone might
hear her. True, they were in a private section of the
terminal, but there were still workers in the building.
What if someone heard them and decided to investigate?

"Not so loud!" Michelle commanded as she paused for a
moment. "We don't want to draw company."

Kelly nodded in agreement and obeyed for a few minutes.
But finally the wet, moist tongue buried inside her cause
her to resume her cries, in an even louder volume.

"Oh God...oh my God...oh it' s so good...
faster...faster...!" Kelly suddenly yelled so loud that it
caused Michelle to jump.

In all her letters, Kelly had never mentioned that she was
a screamer. Michelle immediately realized that Kelly
couldn't help herself. As the woman beneath her let out a
second equally loud shout, Michelle grabbed the closest
thing at hand off the floor and pushed it into Kelly's
mouth. What it turned out to be was her own panties, still
wet with her anticipation over Kelly's visit.

"Kelly, you have to quiet down..." She said in her most
commanding tone. "If you can't stop I'll have to leave
that gag in place...either that or we'll have to stop. If
I leave it there, then you can moan as loud as you want.
Do you want me to take it out and stop?"

Kelly shook her head side to side in a violent motion. No
matter what it took, she wanted Michelle to keep on going.

Assuming the classic missionary position, Michelle took
hold of the large rod dangling between her legs and
positioned it at the entrance of Kelly's now very
lubricated pussy. She pushed forward ever so slightly,
opening wide the folds of her womanhood.

Kelly let out a grunt that was heard even through her
makeshift gag. She was far from a virgin having lost that
distinction some 23 years before, but she had never ever
taken anything that big inside her before. Michelle looked
up from her view of the cockhead disappearing inside
Kelly's pussy at the sound. She looked into Kelly's brown
eyes to see if she wanted her to stop. It only took a
second for Kelly to bob her head up and down for Michelle
to continue.

Over the next several minutes, Michelle slowly entered and
re-entered Kelly, measuring the force of her thrusts with
the display of discomfort shown on the businesswoman's
face. She really didn't want to hurt her and was relieved
when her facial expression changed from one of determined
acceptance to one of enjoyment. If the blonde haired woman
needed any other encouragement, she felt Kelly's hands
against her ass, pushing her inside her.

Now freed from that worry, Michelle began to pump away in
earnest. Faster and faster she thrusted, driving almost
the full length of her fake cock into her lover. The
pressure of the small protrusion on the underside of the
rubber that caressed her own clit, sending oscillating
waves through her own form. Thus each powerful stroke was
felt by both women.

Michelle had started with the missionary position because
it was the easiest for entry. Now to was time to just
really have fun. She pulled out of Kelly and barked out an
order that would've made her instructor back in basic
training proud.

"Get on all fours!" She commanded.

So wrapped up in the wonderful feeling she was getting
from Michelle's robust penetrations, Kelly quickly moved
to respond. Without really taking the time to think about
it, she flipped over and assumed the position, lifting her
bottom up into the air as to invite easy access. She just
wanted Michelle back inside her.

In that she wasn't disappointed. Michelle grabbed her legs
and spread them even wider. Then with a lust filled
thrust, rammed the cock back inside her. Harder and harder
she pushed, taking both of them to the heights of passion.

Both women could feel the rising explosion that would
consume them both. Kelly was more than content to just lie
there and await it, but Michelle was determined to meet it
head-on.

Pushing Kelly's head to the floor, Michelle straddled her,
planted her cock ever deeper with each effort. Now it was
Michelle who was grunting ever louder as sweat poured from
her pores and her breasts bounced back and forth. Kelly
was totally pinned, she tried to shift to a more
comfortable position was helpless against the younger
woman's strength.

It was Kelly who erupted first. Michelle could feel her
pussy contract around the fake cock as she pulled and
pushed it in with a single fluid motion. Her own orgasm
followed two strokes later.

They collapsed upon each other, drenched in a combination
of sweat, sex and exhaustion. They just laid there for
about ten minutes, trading soft touches and little kisses.

The clock on the wall told them that Kelly's plane left in
less than forty minutes. They had to get cleaned up.
Reluctantly they lifted themselves off the floor and
kissed one more time.

Standing naked a few feet from each other, they laughed at
the sign of each other. Neither resembled the woman who
walked into the room a short time before.

Thankfully, the makeshift apartment had a shower large
enough for two and it wasn't long before they had washed
each other clean. Time was now the enemy as they dressed
and gathered their things. Since Michelle had a change of
underwear in her bag, Kelly asked to keep the ones that
had served as her gag as a souvenir. She quickly shoved
them into her jacket's side pocket.

They had to race down the corridor to make the last call
for the flight. Flashing an id given to her by the
Security Chief, Michelle went with Kelly all the way to
the plane. Kelly suddenly pulled her to a stop just a few
feet from the cabin door. Quickly looking right and left
to make sure they were alone, she leaned forward and
kissed her. It was a brief but satisfying kiss.

"I love you." Kelly whispered before she turned and ran
into to plane, afraid that if she waited any longer she
might not get on.

Michelle watched as the attendant secured the cabin door
behind her. Her eyes searched the small windows as the
plane pulled away for some sign of her - to no avail.
Before turning and heading back down the passageway, she
whispered to herself.

"I love you too."

Kelly felt both happy and sad as the plane pulled up and
into the sky. Happy at what Michelle and she had shared,
it was an experience she would always remember. Sad at the
knowledge that it would never be repeated. They were of
two different worlds and neither would give up their world
to live in the others. They would always remain friends.
That, and the memory, would be enough.

Three days later, Michelle got her first mail from Kelly
since they had met. She agreed with Kelly's assessment of
their relationship. It was enough that they'd had that
moment in time. As she got to the bottom of the letter she
burst into laughter....

"...and the client in San Diego couldn't believe how
relaxed I was after traveling cross-country the day
before.

By the way, you'll never believe what happened while I was
away. They fired Janice Zimmerman. It seems that all the
while she was saving the company those nickels and dimes,
she was diverting the nickels to her own personal account.
They're even thinking of pressing charges against her. I
almost feel sorry for her, after all, it was because of
her the trip turned out like it did. Think I should send
her a thank you card?

Love Always,

Kelly

XOXOXOX

END



Prom Date

A full moon illuminated the dirt road as Michelle walked.
>From behind she could still hear the sound of music from
the country club where the senior prom had been held. A
glance at her watch told her it was only five past two,
only a half hour since she'd broken up with her boyfriend
Bobby. The night had started well enough, they had danced
and partied the night away with all their friends.
Midnight came and went and couples began to disappear from
the party. It was no secret that they had relocated to
various motels in the area. Michelle had already made her
decision to let Bobby have her "precious pearl" as her
mother always called it. It was only a determination to
wait until the prom when it would be really special that
made the 18yr old wait this long. About one o'clock Bobby
said he was ready to go and he had something special
planned. With a smile in anticipation of what was ahead,
Michelle followed Bobby into the parking lot. When they
got to the car, Michelle was surprised to find Jack
Nelson, Bobby's best friend by the car.

"What's Jack doing here?" She asked Bobby in a low voice.
"Are we giving him a lift home?"

"Well I figured it would be more fun if we all went down
to the Lantern Inn together." Bobby replied.

"I guess we could give him and Connie a lift." Michelle
answered as she looked around the parking lot . "Where is
Connie?" She added when she saw no sign of Jack's
girlfriend.

"Connie's parents already picked her up." Bobby answered,
"Its just going to be the three of us."

At first Michelle thought it was a joke, until she saw the
serious look on Bobby's face. He really expected her to
take care of both him and Jack.

"Are you out of your mind?" She yelled, pulling away from
him. "you think you I'm just gonna roll over for one of
your friends?"

"Come on baby, it'll be fun." Bobby said with a grin.
"It's not like I want you to spread your legs for him or 
anything, just give him a little head. Its not like you've
never given a blow job before."

Michelle's face trendy a bright crimson. She did want to
do it with Bobby. She had laid awake night thinking about
what it would be like. But not like this, not like she was
some cheap hooker."

"No way, Bobby! She said angrily. "I want you to take me
home this minute."

"Wait a minute, baby, I promised Jack we were going to do
some partying and get some serious action. No way you're
going to make me look like a fool!"

"You bastard!" Michelle thundered as she slapped Bobby's
face with all the strength she could muster. "If all
you're worried about is looking bad in front of your
friend, then why don't you get down and blow him!"

With that she turned and ran in the opposite direction as
fast as she could. Bobby made no effort to stop her, even
knowing that she had no way back to town and it was a ten
mile walk.

"Stupid cunt!" she heard him call out as she ran.

So here she was, less than a quarter mile down the road
and already tired. Prom dress and heels were a lousy
outfit for hiking.

"Shit," She muttered. "The way this night is going it'll
start to rain next."

Fifteen aching minutes later, Michelle heard a car coming
down the road from the direction of the club. Moving off
to the side of the road she could see the headlights
coming down the curved path.

"What if its Bobby?" She thought. She'd figured he'd taken
the other road home when he didn't come right after her.
Now she didn't want to have to face him.

As the car approached and slowed to a stop, it was
definitely not Bobby. Instead of the old Tercel that Bobby
had bought earlier in the year, Michelle stood before a
chrome blue corvette convertible.

"Strange time for a nature walk." said a soft feminine
voice from the car. The door opened and out stepped one of
the most beautiful women Michelle had ever seen in her
life. Almost a half foot taller than Michelle's 5ft 2, the
woman had light brown hair with just a touch of silver. A
low cut evening dress barely contained a more than ample
bosom which Michelle could only envy. Many times she had
stolen secret looks at the other girls in the shower at
school and t5ried to conceal her disappointment at her own
32 inch bust . A diamond the likes Michelle had only seen
in books hung between the crevice of her breasts. Yet,
even if it hadn't been there, Michelle would've been hard
pressed not to stare.

"I had a fight with my boyfriend." Michelle stuttered. "I
guess I should've made sure I had a ride home first."

It was only at that moment that she realized how stupid
she'd been. It would've been easy to have just gone back
and gotten a ride from someone else. But the embarrassment
in being so wrong about Bobby had kept her from doing so.

"I've had a few of those myself." The woman said with a
smile. "Can I at least offer you a ride."

"Could you ever!" Michelle exclaimed as she took a step
forward and remembered how sore here feet were.

"Hop in." The woman said as she stepped back into the car.
"My names Samantha."

"Michelle." came the reply as she ran around to the other
side of the car.

"Settling into the passenger seat of the two seater, 
Michelle had a better chance to assess Samantha. She
figured she was in her late 30's, thinking she hoped she
looked that great at that age. The designer gown she wore
made Michelle's prom dress look like a rag, she was sure
it cost more that her parents made in a month. I feel like
I should be on one of those late night soaps, Michelle
thought as the car roared down the road.

"Care to talk about it?" Samantha asked.

"Its kind of embarrassing."

"Its OK sweetheart, I promise I won't think less of you."

Something about the friendly manner in which she spoke
made Michelle want to open up. So she told the whole story
of how she planned to give away her greatest gift and
instead found herself being given away as a door prize.

"You're right," Samantha said, "He was a stupid bastard."

"I still can't believe that he wanted me to do it with
both of them."

"Well, what he suggested can be an adventure," Samantha
said with a smile. "But it was certainly crude of him to
suggest such a thing for your first time." Michelle took a
deep breath , realizing that the older woman spoke from
experience. The image of this beautiful woman lying naked
with two men suddenly made her feel warm inside. An hour
ago the thought was disgusting to her, now she found it
erotic. Without realizing it, Michelle found herself dress
draped across Samantha's long legs and wondering what it
looked like beneath it.

"Its kind of hot tonight, want to stop at the 7-11 and get
something cold to drink?" Samantha asked, snapping
Michelle's attention away from the folds of her dress.

"Sure...." She stuttered, suddenly realizing that she was
flustered and it had nothing to do with the heat.

"If you're not in a rush to get home, I know a real cool
place that we can drink these." Samantha said as she
stepped back into the car with two bottles of Coke.

"That'll be great," she answered without thinking. For a
moment she had second thoughts, but then figured, why not.
She was enjoying Samantha's company and her parents had
already said that they didn't expect her home until the
morning. It had been her Dad who had taken her Mom to
their own prom and thankfully they still both remembered
what it was like to be 18.

"Its not far," Samantha said as she put the car in gear.
"And it has the most beautiful view of the lake."

Five minutes later, they were parked in a small clearing
by the lake, hidden on three sides by the trees,

"This is beautiful," Michelle said as she admired the
moonlit lake. "I'm surprised no on else ever comes up
here."

"Its a carefully kept secret." Samantha replied as she
drank the bottle of coke. "I went to college near here and
this spot was one of the secrets of my sorority. Just a 
spot were a girl could relax and dream."

With fascination, Michelle watched as a drop of soda
spilled onto Samantha's chin and flowed down her neck and
down to her breasts. The older woman smiled as she caught
the youngster's gaze.

"I'm sorry...." Michelle mumbled in embarrassment. "Its
just that your so beautiful."

"There's no need to apologize, Michelle. In fact if
anything I feel complimented." The warm smile of the woman
made Michelle want to melt, and when she ran her manicured
hand down across her breast to wipe the soda, Michelle
felt her legs go weak.

"That soda hit the spot," Samantha said.

"Guess its time we got you home."

"There's no rush!" Michelle said quickly. "I mean we can
stay here a little longer. Its so nice and my parents
don't expect me home for hours." She added, more than a
little flushed by her quick plea to stay.

Michelle couldn't tell what Samantha was thinking as she
awaiting a response. Something drew her to this woman and
she didn't want to let it go.

"If I came home too early, I'd have to explain why? She
quickly continued, nothing full well that it was a rather
lame excuse. "And I'd rather not have to tell them what
happened."

"Well we can't have that can we?" Samantha smiled. It is a
beautiful night and I guess we can stay a little longer."
Turning the radio on low, the two women sat back and
listened. Without thinking, Michelle found herself curled
up against Samantha. To her surprise it felt astonishing
good. After a while, Michelle felt Samantha's hand stoke
her hair and continue down to her neck. Finding no
resistance, it moved across the curve of her small
breasts.

Michelle felt an electric tingle go though here as she
felt the nails caress her flesh. She was scared and
excited at the same time. Part of her said no, another
screamed yes. Here, hidden in the moonlight, no one would
ever know. Sliding down her gown, the nails touched the
edge of her nipple, finding it erect. A moist tongue ran
across her outer ear as Michelle heard herself say aloud
in a voice that seemed strangely detached.

"Yes, oh please yes."

The older woman shifted and brought both hands to the
sides of Michelle's face. A tender warmth filled her face
as she drew the girl closer and kissed her. Gently at
first, their lips barely touching. Then harder a second
time, her more experienced tongue finding Michelle's.

"Are you sure?" Samantha asked. Michelle just nodded yes,
unable to catch her breath long enough to repeat her plea.
A third and fourth kiss followed, moving down the length
of her neck as Samantha loosened the back of Michelle's
dress and undid the hidden bra beneath it.

"They're not very big I'm afraid," Michelle said a little
ashamed as the cups gave way to reveal small wads of
tissue paper.

"Nonsense," Samantha said as her kisses continued down to
the girls breasts. "They're beautiful."

Michelle closed her eyes in estacy as the older woman's
tongue found her nipple and her mouth closed on it,
sucking it ever so gently. So different from the rough
biting Bobby had always given her.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Michelle said to
herself. "But it feels too good to stop." Moving to the
other breast, Samantha continued to play with the first
with her free hand. Fire ripped through Michelle as she
struggled to get out of her dress, yet at the same time
nit break contact with Samantha's wonderful mouth.

"Please, let me do the same with yours...."

Michelle moaned with pleasure. Samantha brought her head
back up and kissed the girl again, this time it was short
but just as sweet. Sitting upward she reached behind her
neck and undid the straps of her dress and allowed it to
fall free, revealing only the barest of white lace to
contain her breasts. Michelle reached out and ran her hand
across the lace covered mounds, the feeling was more than
electric. Undoing the clasp in front, she let them burst
forth.

Unable to control her excitement, Michelle surged forward
and buried her face between them, kissing them as fast as
she could. Samantha could only laugh as she wrapped her
arms around her and hugged her.

"Take it easy, my little love. We have plenty of time and
the best is yet to come." Giving the younger girl a few
minutes to spend her enthusiasm, Samantha motioned for
them to get out of the car. Removing a large blanket from
the truck, she spread it out on the grass and reached out
for Michelle to join her on it. Laying Michelle out
alongside her, Samantha removed the girls panties. Running
her fingers across the small pubic patch, she ran her
tongue across the edge of her mouth.

"Like I said, the best is yet to come." Removing her own
panties, she returned her attention to the small breasts
of her new playmate. This time following the folds of her
body to what Michelle still thought of as her precious
pearl. Only this time she was giving it to someone else.

Reaching the pearl, she parted the lips and darted her
tongue inside. The waves of pleasure Michelle felt
suddenly doubled, causing her to moan once more. The
harder Samantha moved her tongue, the faster the waves
repeated.

"Oh God!" Michelle shouted. "I didn't think you could ever
feel so good!" Faster and faster the waves washed over
her, each bringing her closer to an explosion of delight.
tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire
within her so that she could enjoy each second.

With a yell, Michelle climaxed as she had never done
before, be it by her own hand or Bobby's clumsy attempts.
Her small body shook for endless seconds as she took in
every aspect of her rapture. Finally covered with sweat
she stopped and tried to catch her breath. Samantha gently
ran her hand across the side of her face, then leaned down
and kissed her. This time it was both long and gentle.

"I don't think I could every make you feel as good as you
just made me feel." Michelle said breathlessly.

"Don't worry my love," Samantha said.

"You have plenty to time to learn, the summer is just
beginning."

"I guess I did loose my pearl tonight after all." Michelle
said with a smile. "Though not exactly in the way I
planned."

She leaned forward and kissed Samantha with all the
passion in her body, holding her tight long after the kiss
ended. It was going to be a long interesting summer for
both.

Sandy

Part I

By Ann Douglas

"Hold the door!" Sandy yelled as she sprinted the last
twenty feet to the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's
waiting area..

With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it
through, much to the disappointment of the deck hand who
got his kicks closing the door in people's faces. Had she
missed it, it would be a long hour's wait until the next
Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had she cleared the boarding
ramp when it began to rise, freeing the Staten Island
Ferryboat Alice Austin to begin her journey across New
York Harbor.

Taking the late night boat was only one of the problems
Sandy Carradine had encountered since going on her firms
four to twelve shift about five weeks before. Over a month
and she still couldn't get into sleeping during the day.
In fact, the fact that the school bus for the local Junior
High School was located right in front of her small
apartment house guaranteed that she would wake up to the
sound of two dozen teenagers beneath her bedroom window
every morning at 7:00.

Dropping her large carry bag onto one of the hard plastic
seats, Sandy dropped exhausted into another. It had been
another hot and humid August day and the night had brought
little relief. The small Ferry was pretty empty this time
of night, relatively speaking. At least it was a far cry
was the two thousand or so who took the early morning
Ferry ride she had been used to.

"Damn Betty Palmer for getting pregnant!" Sandy said under
her breath. "It's her fault that I'm on this stupid shift
again."

Six weeks ago, Sandy had been summoned to her supervisor's
office and told that since Betty was taking early
maternity leave, she would have to replace her as the
night shift supervisor. The twenty five year old had
protested that she had only come off the night shift six
months before. Therefore it wasn't fair that she be sent
back. That if anything, Steve Liebowitz, the new intern
who would eventually replace Betty on nights when her four
month tour was over, should just take over a little early.

The reply that she had gotten was that with Betty's sudden
departure, they felt it would be better to have an
experienced hand at the helm so to speak. Liebowitz just
wasn't ready for all that responsibility. Fighting back
her anger, Sandy had to resist the sudden urge she had to
tell them what she would like to do with her experienced
hand.

So for the last month, Sandy had rearranged her life to
fit the new work schedule. With a few bumps along the way,
she had finally settled into a more or less even routine.
The only really great problem now was her boyfriend, Peter
Ryan.

Sandy had been dating Peter for about three months. They
had met through Jim Anderson, a mutual friend, at a
birthday party for his wife. Sandy was instantly taken by
his rugged good looks and electric personality. Six years
older, Peter had looked into her deep blue eyes and asked
her out less than five minutes after they'd been
introduced. When they had gone out to dinner a few nights
later, it took all the former Catholic High School girl's
self control, not to jump into bed with him at the very
first opportunity. Instead she congratulated herself on
her self-control and jumped into the sack on their second
date.

That was where their newfound relationship hit its first
speed bump. Peter Ryan may have been, tall, handsome,
athletic, and incredibly charming, but astonishingly as it
seemed, the man was absolutely boring in bed. Never in her
life had Sandy spent the night with a lover so
unimaginative. Oh, he wasn't a virgin, and he did manage
to get the job done. Yet she sometimes wondered of his
previous lovers had been some kind of cross between Mary
Poppins and Snow White. Whenever she had suggested they
try something a little interesting to spice up the night a
little, he quickly backed off the idea. One night he had
freaked when she had slid her cum-lubricated finger into
his ass during a round of some pretty serious screwing. He
nearly jumped out of bed and yelled at her for even trying
such a thing. That was something that only "faggot's" did
he had insisted. Try as she could, she'd been unable to
regain his interest or erection that night.

Now it had been almost three weeks since they had slept
together and Sandy couldn't wait until Saturday night.
That was the only day of the week they could still see
each other, and Peter had canceled out the last two
weekends due to sudden emergencies. He made no secret of
the fact that he was totally unhappy with the new
arrangements, and Sandy wondered if he had canceled their
last two dates just out of spite. She remembered the anger
in his voice when he had told her when she talked to him
last.

"It's not my fault that we only have one night a week that
we can go out. If you want to spend more time together
than you'll just have to find a way to make the time."

Sandy had been incredibly angry as she slammed down the
phone. What did he expect her to do --- quit her job?

Pushing the angry memory to the back of her mind, Sandy
began to look about the small cabin and take note of her
fellow passengers. It was a little game she sometimes
played, a way to kill time on the twenty minute ride when
she didn't feel like reading. She would pick out a person
at random, and try to make up a story about their sex
life. It was a silly game really, but it was fun
sometimes. Of course, during the daytime she had a lot
more interesting people to choose from.

Her selection finally narrowed down to an cleaning lady
who looked like those old Russian woman you always saw in
the movies and a tall Hispanic woman in a crisp white
nurse's uniform. Feeling a little naughty in her
imagination tonight, it had after all been so long since
she'd be laid - she picked the nurse.

The woman looked to be about twenty-two or three, with
olive skin. Her hair was a soft reddish brown, highlighted
with gold. The buttons of her starched uniform were opened
exceeding low, revealing a more than ample bosom. Sandy
wondered if she normally wore it that way or had just
opened it due to the dreadful heat. Following her gaze
downward, Sandy noted the long slender legs the seemed to
go on and on. It was hard to judge her height from a
sitting position, but Sandy guessed it to be about five
foot nine.

She must work at a hospital, Sandy thought, or be a
private nurse who covers a late shift for someone. A
wicked smile came to the office manager's face as she
imagined the nurse giving some dirty old man some tender
loving care. She tried to imagine the body under the
starched whites, wondering how she made love to a man. Was
it any different? There had been three Puerto Rican girls
in her high school class but Sandy hadn't been friends
with any of them. There were a number of Hispanic men and
women who worked for the firm, four on her night shift
alone. But Sandy had always had to deal with them in a
supervisor/employee role and such a relationship didn't
easily lend to friendship.

Eventually, the boat docked at Saint George and Sandy
followed the small crowd through the terminal to catch the
next train southward. She'd passed the Nurse on the way
out but didn't give her a second glance. After all, the
game was over and she had to be sure and not miss her
ride. Like the Ferry, the SIRT only ran once an hour after
midnight. If she had noticed the woman in white, she'd
have seen the small smile on her red lips. Sandy's little
game hadn't gone unnoticed.

Part II

The next day was Tuesday, and it was a day pretty much
like any other. Sandy had tried to call Peter several
times but was always catching him in conference or out.
She knew he was avoiding her, forcing her to decide
between him or her job. Well she wouldn't give him the
satisfaction. She'd teach him to take her for granted.
Wait until they went out on Saturday night. Even if she
had to tie him down to do it, Sandy was determined to give
him the fuck of his life. After that, lets see him ignore
her. After all, she remembered, at first he really wasn't
keen on the idea of her going down on him. Yet after only
a single demonstration, he quickly became a convert to the
idea.

The night passed rather quickly and midnight soon came.
Taking up an offer for a lift to the South Ferry Terminal,
Sandy had no trouble making the twelve-thirty boat. As was
her custom, she took her usual seat in the rear right
section of the boat. It was funny, she thought how people
always seem to go to the same seats night after night,
even when there was so many empty seats.

In fact, since most of the people around her were the same
night after night, she usually looked for the outsider to
be the player in her game. Bypassing the familiar faces,
Sandy's sights stopped for a moment on a tall olive
skinned woman in a security guard's uniform.

"Now there's a lousy job to have," Sandy said to herself.
"Long hours, minimum wage."

Discounting her as a player, Sandy's imaginary scope moved
on. After all, why pick the same type of person two nights
in a row. Finding no one that struck her immediate
interest, the blonde was surveying the choices a second
time when she took a longer look at the security guard.

"She's the nurse!" Sandy exclaimed to herself. "The hair
is black now and in a braid, but that's the same woman.
I'm sure of it. How could she be a nurse one day and a
security guard the next?"

Determined to get a closer look to be sure, Sandy waited
until the Ferry began to get close to port and people
began to line up at the front of the boat. That was
another thing she had never understood. Why with only
about a hundred people onboard, a line would still form at
the gangway before they even docked. Whatever the reason,
it gave her an excuse to take a closer look at this
mystery woman.

Pausing at the row just in front of the woman, Sandy
leaned on an empty row of plastic seats as if to steady
her balance. Taking a long, hard look, she confirmed it
was indeed the same woman who had worn the nurse's whites
the night before. Right down to the bright red lipstick
and the open buttons on her blouse. After a few seconds,
the woman looked up from her newspaper and smiled at
Sandy. Embarrassed at being caught staring, the blonde
haired woman quickly and wordlessly moved to the front of
the boat.

The next day, Sandy couldn't get the strange woman out of
her thoughts. This was a much more exciting game than she
was used to playing. Would she be back on the Ferry
tonight, if so, how would she be dressed...and why? The
hours seemed to go so slow and as midnight approached they
seemed to go even slower. Finally, the night was over and
she rushed out the door. When her ride to the terminal got
stuck behind a bus, Sandy watched the minutes click off on
the dashboard clock and as twelve twenty approached, she
was sure she'd missed her boat.

Rushing up the escalator, Sandy reached the top just in
time to see the sliding access door close to only a one
foot opening. She had missed it.

Suddenly the door stopped and began to side back open.
Pushing it was a different younger deckhand.

"Hurry up." He yelled. "You can still make it."

As she dashed inside, Sandy paused just long enough to
smile at the deckhand and say thank you. Between the
humidity and the rapid beating of her heart, she was
covered with sweat and out of breath by the time she took
her seat.

It took no effort to locate her mystery woman, she had
moved to a new seat only a few rows in front of Sandy as
if she wanted to be seen. It seemed as if she was now an
equal player in the game, but what was the game and what
were the rules?

As on the previous two nights, the woman now projected a
totally new image. She wore a bright blue business suit
with a matching skirt. Her buttons were firmly closed this
time, her top button covered by a small cloth tie. Her
hair was still black but now long and tied tightly into a
bun. If she had to pick an occupation for the woman,
Sandy's first choice would be a librarian.

This time, Sandy didn't approach the woman. In fact, she
waited until the boat docked and the "librarian" exited
first. All during the ride home on the train, Sandy
couldn't contain her excitement. This was exciting - who
would she be tomorrow?

Thursday passed in a blur. All Sandy could think about was
the Ferry trip home. Peter had called and left messages
for her on her voice mail but she was in no rush to return
his calls. Let him wait a while and see how he likes it.

Finally as eleven-thirty struck, Sandy did something she
had never done before - she left work early. She just
couldn't take the chance she would miss the twelve thirty
Ferry. It had been a slow night and after making sure that
everything that had to be done was done, she left the
office in the hands of her assistant.

Reaching the terminal about midnight, Sandy carefully
scanned the crowd gathered in the large waiting area.
There was no sign of her. The sliding access door soon
opened and the small crowd surged inside. Checking her
watch, Sandy took a position right at the door and waited
until the last possible moment to board. So absorbed was
she in looking for her quarry that she didn't even notice
that the door had begun to close.

"Hey lady, are you coming or what?" Called out the
deckhand, rousing Sandy from her trance.

Without a word, she ran up the corridor and onto the
Ferry. Taking her usual seat, she stared out the window
into the night sky. Watching the tiny lights spread across
the harbor, Sandy felt a little let down. The game had
been fun and a lot more interesting than it usually was.
She was sorry to see it end.

"Maybe I just missed her?" She said to herself. "Maybe she
was dressed in such a way that I didn't recognize?"

That thought in mind, Sandy rose to her feet and began to
walk the length of the small Ferry. After her second
circuit and an inspection of every passenger aboard, for
all Sandy knew she could be dressed like a man tonight,
she finally had to admit defeat. The boat docked soon
after and a slightly dejected woman walked to the waiting
train.

The next day, Friday, seemed to be the worst day of the
summer. The mercury never dropped below 98 the entire day
and the setting of the sun beneath the horizon brought no
real relief. Nothing had gone right that day for Sandy. A
short blackout in her area had put an end to the air
conditioner, driving her totally up the wall. Inside her
small apartment the temperature soared over a hundred.

Her attempts to contact Peter had hit a stone wall. As far
as she knew, they were still on for tomorrow, but he was
being a real prick about returning her calls. She would
show him she thought, wait until I get him into bed. Maybe
I'll bring him right to the brink and then suddenly get a
headache. That'll show him not to play these games. That
she was equally guilty never occurred to her.

Part III

During the dinner break that night, Sandy mentioned the
strange woman on the Ferry to a few of her friends. She
left out the part about her little fantasy game of course,
just mentioning how she had seen this woman dressed up a
different way each evening. Each of the people at her
table had a different idea of why the woman was dressing
up like that. Sandy listened with interest at each
suggestion.

"A lot of people have both a day and night job, maybe she
just has a lot of different part time jobs." Suggested
Kathy Davis.

"I thought about that," Sandy replied as she nibbled at
her salad. "I could match up her being a nurse and then
some other kind of professional the night she wore the
suit, but somehow being a by the hour security guard
didn't really fit in."

"I'll bet she's an actress." Mary Jane Sullivan suggested.
"You know they sometimes really try to get into a
character when they're trying out for a role. Maybe she's
just attending a lot of auditions."

"That's a good idea, I hadn't really considered that one."
Sandy said. "But wouldn't most auditions be held during
the day?"

Mary Jane thought about it for a second then nodded in
agreement. She hadn't thought of that.

"There's another possibility that you ladies have
overlooked." Said Timmy O'Brien, the only man in their
little quartet. "She could be a hooker."

"A hooker?" Sandy repeated in surprise.

"Yeh, think about it." Timmy continued. "A lot of guys are
into that role-playing scene. Maybe she gets a turn-on
wearing her outfit of the night home."

"Speaking from experience are we?" Kathy quipped with a
sly smile.

"Or maybe she just doesn't have time to change since she
has to catch the 12:30 Ferry just like Sandy does." Mary
Jane interjected.

"I don't know." Sandy mused. "Well no matter the reason,
she wasn't on last nights boat so I guess she was lucky
enough to get off the night shift. Something none of else
will ever do if we don' get back to work."

With a serious of faked moans and groans, her three dinner
partners rose from the table and returned to their jobs.
The last to leave the table, Sandy gave the mystery one
last thought before turning her mind back to the work at
hand.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and it wasn't
long before Sandy was saying her goodnights. As she
stepped out of her friends air conditioned car at the
Whitehall Street entrance to the Ferry Terminal, Sandy was
engulfed by the wall of heat and humidity she stepped
into.

"Please let it rain soon." She said to herself as she
looked up into the lightly clouded sky. "Or at least let
the air conditioning be back on when I get home." She
substituted as she shuddered at the thought of trying to
fall asleep in this inferno. The weekend was the only time
that she was able to sleep late, but in this heat, sleep
would be next to impossible.

Friday nights there seemed to be less people on the late
Ferry. Most people must leave early to get a jump on the
weekend. By the time Sandy dropped into her regular seat,
her blue blouse was already wet with perspiration and
sticking to her skin. Every window on the boat was wide
open but even the breeze was warm. In vain she had looked
for an outside seat but quickly found them already
occupied.

Producing that day's copy of the Advance from her bag,
Sandy began to read. Absorbed in her reading, she didn't
immediately notice that someone had sat down directly
opposite her. This was unusual enough as the interior
cabin of the boat was almost ninety percent empty, most of
the passengers choosing to sit outside. As she turned the
page she became aware of the other person. When she
lowered the paper to take a look, it was all Sandy could
do not to drop the paper in surprise.

Sitting not four feet away, was Sandy's mystery woman.
Sandy's mouth hung open as she took in the image before
her. Gone were the professional outfits, or even the blue
collar security guard's uniform. The only job description
that her current outfit could fit was that of a 42nd Street
Streetwalker.

Her hair was now a bright and curly blonde, a color so
unnatural that Sandy was sure that it was a wig. Her lips
were full and red, and the small stud earrings she had
worn on previous occasions were now replaced by wide gold
hoops. Her large 38 inch breasts were barely contained by
the red bikini top she wore. In fact, the points of her
nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.
Her blue pants were cut so short that if Sandy was sure
that if she looked closely, she would see a few loose
pubic hairs sticking out of the edges.

The woman just seemed to smile at Sandy, then ignored her
completely. Sandy tried to go back to her paper, but was
unable to stop stealing glances. With an eerie
fascination, she watched as droplets of sweat formed
between the woman's breasts and ran down her stomach and
disappeared beneath the material of her oh so short pants.

Sandy had never been attracted to other women, but
couldn't take her eyes away. She could feel a familiar
wetness between her legs and was lying to herself when she
blamed it on the humidity. The olive skinned woman just
radiated sexuality, a raw unbridled lust that hit Sandy
full force. The tingling between her legs grew so strong
that Sandy wished she was already home so she could find
some relief. Instead she sat there with her paper, trying
hard not to show the arousal sweeping within her.

The scantily clad woman just continued to smile thought
out, she knew the effect she was having on Sandy. She was
now in control of the game and found immense pleasure in
hitting all the right buttons to drive Sandy to
distraction.

Finally she looked right into Sandy's bright blue eyes and
seemed to capture her soul. Her tongue glided sensuously
across her full red lips as she brought a hand up and ran
her long fingernails down the crevice between her tanned
mounds. Sandy was no longer making any attempt to disguise
her interest. Wiping the sweat from her breasts, the woman
brought her index finger up to her mouth and slowly licked
it clean.

"Any more of this and I'm going to cum right here in my
panties." Sandy thought as she watched the woman cup her
other breast with her free hand. "I can't believe I'm
getting this turned on by another woman."

Then, abruptly, the woman stopped her caressing of her
breasts and rose from her seat and headed for the front of
the boat. It was only then that Sandy realized that they
had docked and most of the people had already left.
Grabbing her bag from the floor, Sandy began to quickly
follow the woman off the boat. Her steps propelled by a
strange mixture of both fear and excitement.

Part IV

Following the last of the crowd into the St. George
Terminal, Sandy could see people ahead of her make the
right turn that led to the train and the various buses. To
her surprise, the object of her interest turned instead to
the left and disappeared into a closed off accessway.

For a long minute, Sandy stood at the junction as the last
of the other passengers disappeared from sight ahead of
her. Finally overwhelmed with curiosity, she carefully
began to follow the "streetwalker" down the corridor.

About thirty yards down, the causeway again branched off
to the left and Sandy stopped dead at the corner. As she
peeked around the wall's edge, she had to bit down on her
lip to keep from making a sound. There, about ten feet
away, stood one of the deckhands from the Ferry she had
just exited. His back was to her so she couldn't see his
face. What she could see all too clearly was the mystery
lady from the Ferry on her knees in front of the man. Her
position and the motion of her head couldn't be mistaken
for any activity other the obvious.

>From her vantage point, Sandy could tell that the dark
clad man was already near to climax. He was either
incredibly horny or she was one talented cocksucker to
bring him off so quickly. Sure enough, Sandy heard a loud
gasp from the man as he exploded into the woman's mouth.
Sandy watched for a few more seconds as the tall hooker,
she couldn't think of her any other way right now,
withdrew his cum covered cock from her mouth and proceeded
to lick him clean.

Suddenly aware that she could be caught, Sandy began to
quickly and quietly retrace her steps. She'd gotten
halfway down the dimly lit corridor when she heard the man
turning the corner. Quickly she ducked into a small
doorway covered in shadow. She held her breath as she
watched him pass. no sooner did he turn the corner, Sandy
heard the hooker's footsteps coming from behind her. Again
trying to blend into the darkness, Sandy waited until she
had been passed by.

The hooker stopped abruptly, just out of Sandy's line of
sight. Sandy's heart was racing like a triphammer as she
heard the soft footsteps suddenly stop.

"I hope you enjoyed the show." The hooker suddenly said.

"Oh God, she knows I'm here!" Sandy cried out in her mind.

"Come on out, I don't bite." The Puerto Rican woman said.
"Unless of course you're into that sort of thing."

Stepping out of the shadows, Sandy blushed bright red with
embarrassment.

"I figured you'd follow." The tall woman continued. "I
could see how hot you were getting back on the boat."

Before Sandy could answer, the woman stepped forward and
slid her hand under Sandy's skirt and into her panties.

"I knew it," She exclaimed. "You're dripping wet."

The sudden thrill as she felt this strange hand caress her
pussy caused Sandy to freeze in her tracks. Again the
potent combination of fear and excitement took hold of her
body. Before she could respond to the surge of mixed
emotions, the hooker pressed her against the cool tile
wall. Opening her mouth to protest, Sandy felt the
softness of another woman's lips pressed against her own
for the first time in her life. This was immediately
followed by the wetness of a tongue as it invaded her
mouth. The taste was tangy and familiar, and it took a
second for Sandy to comprehend that what she was tasting
was the last traces of the deckhand's cum.

Drawing her attention away from the erotic kiss was the
sudden penetration of her wet mound by one of the woman's
long slender fingers. With a rapid motion, she slid first
one, then a second, deep into Sandy. Then she withdrew
them as quickly as they had entered, only to quickly
replace them.

The frantic friction against her clit sent ripples though
her body. She barely noticed the soft caress of the
woman's tongue which had now moved to her neck. It wasn't
until she felt a sudden tweak of pain that she became
aware that the woman's other hand had slid beneath her
blouse and now cupped one of her naked breasts. All that
she cared about was the rising crest that was building
between her legs and the eruption it foretold.

Then, barely a few minutes after she had started, the
mystery woman felt Sandy's body quiver, then tremble as
she slipped over the crest into a powerful orgasm. Pulling
Sandy tight against her, she kissed her once again, this
time finding no resistance to her tongue. Her fingers
buried themselves deep within her as she squeezed hard on
her soft white breast.

Sandy lost all sensation of time as she dropped into a
bottomless pool of delight. All she cared about at that
moment was that she wished that it would never end. That
this incredible feeling had been initiated by another
woman was the furthest concern in her mind.

But eventually it did end and Sandy's attention returned
back to her situation. The woman withdrew her fingers from
within Sandy and from under her blouse. She stepped back
and took a good look at Sandy's now disorganized
appearance. Her blouse was now hanging open, with one
breast exposed. Bright red lipstick marks covered her
mouth and neck. While her blue skirt now covered the cum
soaked panties, the strong fragrance of girlcum told the 
tale.

"I knew you'd get into this." The hooker said. "I saw you
checking me out the other night when I had that nurse
outfit on. After I saw you search the boat for me last
night I knew that you'd follow me tonight."

"You were on the boat yesterday?" Sandy gasped as she
tried to control her breathing. "But I looked everywhere."

"No, you only check were passenger's are supposed to go. I
was nice and cool in the crew's cabin. It's amazing what a
little promise of a blow job can get you."

Sandy then realized that it was the delivery of that
promise that she had witnessed. Even now she found it
exciting. More so was the idea that she had cum at the
hands of another woman.

Sandy watched in erotic fascination as the woman brought
her cum covered fingers to her mouth and licked them
clean, just as she had licked the deckhand's cock.

"Mmmm." She purred. "I figured a fine lady like yourself
would have a good taste."

Reaching into her small purse, the woman withdrew a small
card and slid it into the straps of Sandy's exposed bra.
She leaned forward and kissed her again, this time it was
lightly and quick.

"If you ever want to find out what it would really be
like, give me a call." She said with a smile. "In fact,
for a pretty white girl like you, I'd do it for free."

With that she turned and headed down the corridor. Sandy
watched the sway of her tight ass until she disappeared
from view. Taking the card from her bra, she moved over to
the light to read it.

It read: Creative Illusions - Bringing Fantasy To Life. 24
hrs 7 days, 555-1034. In the lower right corner of the
card was a name - Jasmine.

A sudden thunderclap brought Sandy back to reality. It was
finally going to rain. After spending a few frantic
minutes getting herself as presentable as possible, Sandy
raced down the hall to try and catch the train. This time
she was too late.

Standing on the empty platform, feeling the wetness of the
welcome rain as it splashed down from the small overheads,
Sandy decided she didn't mind waiting for the next train
just this once.

She lifted the card so she could read it one last time.
Her hand was over the trash when she changed her mind
about tossing it. It would make a nice souvenir of her
little adventure. Not that she could ever tell Peter or
anyone else about it - they just wouldn't understand.

Part V

It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She
hadn't gotten home until almost 3 AM. The whole experience
last night seemed like a dream. It was only the small
white card sitting atop a pair of stained panties on her
night table that testified to the events actually having
happened. Still that was yesterday, and she had the little
matter of straightening out her relationship with Peter to
attend to today. Jumping out of bed, she jumped into the
shower and washed the remnants of last nights adventure
down the drain. She would have to hurry if she wanted to
make her one o'clock appointment at the beauty salon.
Thankfully she had scheduled it a week ago, before the
fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her closet was a
new dress she'd been saving for a special occasion. Peter
was going to get it both barrels tonight.

Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as
the beautician performed her magic. She had every facet of
tonight's date planned. By the end of the night, Peter
would be on his knees apologizing. The thought of Peter on
his knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends
had told her about a special service that was offered at
this particular salon. You wouldn't find it posted on any
of the walls, but if you asked, it was available.

"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have
here. A special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the
beautician who's name tag read Lucy.

"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied.
If you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done
out here."

Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room
propped up on a table much like that used by her
gynecologist, right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a
stool between her legs was Lucy, who was carefully using a
small pair of scissors and a straight razor to trim her
pubic hair. By the time she was finished, the large blonde
bush hairs were now only an eight of an inch in length and
had been crafted into the shape of a heart. Peter had been
reluctant to going down on her before, but after she was
finished with him tonight, he'd be more than happy with
the proper instruction on the way to her heart.

After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby
Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set
she could find. In her mind's eye she could just see
herself standing before Peter in them.

"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't
stand a chance."

A few more stops at the grocery, the video store and the
dry cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning
to apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash
away the days sweat. Even with the early morning rain, the
temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties.

Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy
couldn't help but caress herself. She was so horny. One
hand played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other
carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy. How different
Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A
large share of what made it so exciting was that for the
most part it had been unplanned and out of her control.
Never could she have planned to have had a sexual
encounter with another woman, she just didn't have the
nerve. Yet like any kind of sex, she had always been told
that once you tried something the first time, it was
always easier to try it a second.

The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she
hadn't heard the phone ring the first few times. As she
shut off the water she heard the last ring before it was
picked up by the answering machine. Her first impulse was
to race and pick it up before the caller hung up. After
all, it might be Peter. Then the image of her running
naked through the apartment only to find a dial tone when
she got there filled her mind. No, let the machine answer
it, that's what it was there for. She's call back whoever
it was when she finished with her toilet.

Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty minutes finishing
up. Her teeth were as white as after a trip to the
dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could
make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in
all the right places completed the ritual. She was ready.

Donning the newly purchased bra and panties, Sandy took a
long look at herself in the bathroom doors full length
mirror. Her reflection returned her smile as she struck a
pose.

"Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no
denying it. You are a babe!"

Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was
already 6:40. That gave her almost an hour before Peter
would be by to pick her up. Plenty of time.

The flashing light on the answering machine caught her
attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress.
In her self admiration she had almost forgotten about the
shower call.

Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play
button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her
face turned a bright crimson and her expression went from
satisfaction to outrage.

"Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I
realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid
that I won't be there tonight. I tried calling you earlier
but got the machine and really wanted to tell you myself.
As soon as you can give me a call, there's something we
have to discuss."

"That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the
phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who
the fuck does he think he is?"

The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each
ring Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she
heard a receiver being picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice.

"Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger momentarily replaced by
confusion. Had she gotten a wrong number? That had never
happened before using the autodial.

"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman.

"Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been
connected to the wrong party.

"Oh, he's.....I mean, hold on a minute will you."

Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she
could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither
was clear enough to understand.

"Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter
Ryan.

Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's
mother had always told her. This time it was too late, she
was already up to two hundred.

"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered.

"Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle
this differently."

"Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly
hostile tone.

"Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially
at this point." Peter continued, trying to ignore her
anger. "So I guess I just have to say that its not going
to work out between us. I'm sorry, but that's the cold
honest truth."

"What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless.

"I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm
sorry it couldn't have ended differently."

Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when
she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead
line.

"That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she
hit the redial.

After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If
anything, the message just pushed her further over the
edge.

"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline
Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a
message after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as
possible."

As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name
Madeline Jakes. She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a
year before he'd met her. They had broken up a month
before Peter had attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She
had spent all that time comforting him, and now that cow
had moved back in and was getting all the benefits.

She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she
thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after
the beep. They'd simply hit the delete button and never
even pay attention to it. By tomorrow, she was sure they'd
have a new number.

Part VI

For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at the phone in
her lap. The shadows in her apartment grew longer as the
light of the setting sun slowly faded from her window.
With the coming of the cool darkness, the temperature
dropped a little more and for the first time in almost ten
days was almost bearable. A good thing too because the
power surge that had caused the blackout yesterday had
knocked out her buildings 220 line and along with it the
air conditioner. The building manager had posted a notice
in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it would be
Monday before it was fixed. Sandy hadn't really given it
any notice before, figuring she would be spending the
night at Peter's condo. Now she would be stuck here with
no AC. At least since she was on the fourth floor she
could sleep with the windows open.

"Well no sense in sitting here crying." Sandy said out
loud. "Might as well make something to eat and see what's
on the cable."

Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted all of ten
seconds. At least the pick could've broken up with her
during the week. Then at least she could've set up a date
for tonight. It didn't have to be anyone special. Just a
guy she could have a few laughs with and take care of her
needs. As her anger subsided, she was reminded how horny
she'd been the last few weeks.

"Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She mused to
herself. That was the cable's soft core movie channel.
Once in a while she liked a good adult film. They weren't
as good as the hard core videos she could rent near her
office in Manhattan but they sometimes would have to do.

A quick dinner followed, and soon she found herself
sitting on the loveseat with a pint of Haagen-Dazs between
her legs. Not exactly what she had planned to have there
by this time. She had to admit to herself, sitting in the
dark, watching a 3rd rate movie on HBO was a pretty
pathetic Saturday night for an attractive single twenty-
five year old.

The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed off for about an
hour. When she awoke, the clock had just chimed 11:00. Not
having gotten up until almost noon and having just had a
nap, she knew it was going to be next to impossible to get
to sleep anytime soon. Well at least she could change into
something more comfortable.

Five minutes later she was back in the blacked out living
room dressed in just a t shirt. It was still too hot to
wear anything more. She was about to turn the television
on again when she noticed some movement from the apartment
across from her that caught her attention. Like her own
apartment, 4b had all its windows wide open due to the
lack of air conditioning.

With all her lights off, Sandy was almost invisible as she
stood just a foot away from the window and looked into the
brightly lit studio apartment less than ten yards away.
There, for the second time in as many nights, Sandy was
presented with the sight of a woman performing the act of
fellatio.

The apartment across the way belonged to Linda DeCarlo, a
divorcee in her mid-forties. Sandy had met her a few
times, but had never had a conversation longer than hello,
how's it going and so on. At the moment, Mrs. DeCarlo was
stark naked straddling an equally naked man atop a pulled
out sofa bed. Sandy watched with envy as the man's long
cock disappeared into Linda's eager mouth. Shifting her
attention to her other end to get a better look at the
man, Sandy was disappointed to find his face buried
between Linda's legs. Annoyed that she couldn't see his
face, and more importantly that he wasn't over in her own
apartment with his tongue between her legs like she had
planned Peter to be.

Watching the two of them go at it, coupled with the memory
of all the things she had planned for Peter that night
brought the familiar wetness once more between her legs.
This time there was nothing to prevent her from satisfying
herself. She spread her legs and slid her left hand
between her them. Then with a firm motion, she began to
slowly stroke herself. With her right hand she reached up
under her shirt and began to play with her nipples which
had already hardened to her touch. After a few minutes,
she began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her
womanhood. It really wasn't want she had wanted, but it
was a lot better than some stale movie.

Finally satisfied that both of them were lubricated and
ready, the couple shifted positions giving Sandy her first
real good look at her live entertainers. Linda's body was
no surprise, it was exactly what she had expected it to
be. A woman in her mid-forties, slightly overweight, not
particularly attractive in Sandy's opinion. Her curly red
hair obviously came from a bottle. In fact, her only asset
seamed to be a pair of very large and full breasts. They
sagged somewhat, one of the reasons Sandy had always
preferred her own compact but firm bust. But many men
liked large boobs as they liked to refer to them.

It was when the man came into view that Sandy actually was
surprised. He had to be about thirty two, a good ten years
or better younger than Linda. He wasn't a great looker,
certainly not a hunk like Peter, but still he wasn't
someone Sandy would've kicked out of her bed. But the
problem was that he wasn't in her bed, he was in Linda's.

Sandy's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she
watched Linda position herself on all fours and the
younger man situate himself behind her. It was lucky that
they now presented a side view with their gaze directed on
the apartments side wall because Sandy had so quickly
become lost in her self-pleasuring that she was no longer
making any attempt to hide herself.

A sigh escaped Sandy's lips as she watched the man take a
firm grip on Linda's ass and enter her gray tinged cunt
from the rear. With powerful strokes he began to thrust
forward and back, sending her slightly flabby body jerking
in the direction of each lunge. If he hadn't maintained
such a firm grim on her legs, Sandy was sure he would've
sent Linda flying off the bed.

With both windows open, Sandy could hear Linda calling out
for him to go harder and faster, a request he seemed more
than happy to respond to. Also in response, the blonde
voyeur increased her own ministrations, causing her
fingers to rub against her now soaked mound with an
animalistic frenzy.

Her breath was coming in small gasps now as her sweat
covered body shook with anticipation. She was close, she
knew it, but as much as she wanted to climax she wanted to
do it simultaneously with the man across from her. Oh she
wanted to be fucked so badly. If only she hadn't lost her
overnight bag on the flight to Boston last month. When she
had filled out the contents list for the Airline, she
couldn't bring herself to list the vibrator that had been
lost within it.

"Fuck me baby!" She heard Linda call out. "Fuck Mama
good!"

Linda's huge tits bounced back and forth with each forward
thrust as she slammed her bottom against her lover's
balls. She was so deep in the rapture of passion that she
no longer cared who heard her. Her orgasm overcame her
with another potent thrust and she nearly screamed. He
slammed into her one last time and held her tightly as he
filled her with his hot seed.

Across the way, Sandy rammed nearly four fingers deep into
herself, triggering her own climatic detonation. Her legs
turned weak beneath her as she dropped against the wall
for support. It was rare that she gushed, but her hand was
covered with the juices of her labors. Cold sweat ran down
her now naked body and she had to concentrate on regaining
her breath. Staggering across the room, she dropped into
her padded love seat.

Across the alleyway, Linda and her man had collapsed upon
each other. Both showed the effort that had gone into
their lovemaking. A large mixed pool of boy and girl cum
stained the sheets and they were both too exhausted to
even break contact. Laying there totally drained, they
held each other and soon drifted off the sleep.

Part VII

Sandy also felt exhausted, but sleep was still denied her.
She had just had her second body quaking orgasm in less
than a day, but she still found herself wanting. As
intense as watching the couple across the way had been, it
still didn't equal the excitement she had felt at
Jasmine's hand that morning. She needed a partner, someone
to guide her to what she was sure would be the most
incendiary eruption yet.

The idea of heading out to a local bar and finding a man
entered her mind for a few moments. Then it was quickly
discarded, there was no guarantee that the man would be
the lover she craved. After all, look at how disappointing
Peter at been in bed at first. Nor could she simply call
up any of the other men she knew. Some of them were really
great in bed whatever their other faults, but she just
couldn't let it be known that she had gone begging for
sex.

Then the most outlandish idea of all popped into her head.
The card Jasmine had left with her. A few days ago, the
concept of lesbian sex never really entered her mind
except as a fleeting thought. Now she realized that as
much as she craved a hard cock deep inside her, even that
would pale when weighed against the forbidden fruit she
had only tasted this morning. She had always known she had
a secret submissive streak, but had never had a lover she
could let herself go with. Too often it would spill over
into other aspects of the relationship. Yet during those
few minutes in that dark corridor, she had been able to
totally give in, because the sex was all there was.

"Yes," She exclaimed as she jumped up with excitement.
"I'll do it."

Running into the bedroom, she grabbed the business card
and reached for the phone extension. Pausing a moment to
pick up the pair of soiled panties that sat beneath the
card, she took a second to smell the still pungent odor of
cum that clung to them. The memory of the orgasm that
produced it flashed anew in her mind and she began to dial
without hesitation. She was now obsessed with the idea.

The blonde haired woman could feel her heart beating as
the phone rang for the third time. Glancing at the bedside
clock she realized that it was nearly 1:00 AM. What if she
wasn't there? The card had said 24 hrs, but what if she
was already out? In a way, Sandy felt cheated by the
thought that she might've been with someone else when she
wanted her so much.

"Hi, you've reached the answering machine of Jasmine."
Said the soft melodious voice that abruptly replaced the
ringing tone. "I'm out right now so if you care to leave a
message, please do so after the beep."

"Damn!" Thought Sandy. "I can't win tonight."

Waiting for the beep, Sandy started to formulate a message
to leave but hesitated after a few words. What could she
say. The possibilities flashed by in a second.

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the woman
you finger fucked this morning...."

But what if someone else had access to the machine,
someone who didn't know what she did for a living. What if
she was married or something?

Then the machine beeped and she had to say something.

"Err....Hi Jasmine...This is Sandy......from the
Ferry...... I was just wondering....I mean....."

"Hello,....Sandy!" A live voice suddenly replaced the tape
machine.

"Jasmine?" Sandy asked excitedly. Just the sound of her
live voice was enough to send a tingle between her legs.

"I was hoping you'd call, Sandy." She said. "I'd really
like to finish what we started."

Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was it
possible that Jasmine wanted her as much as she wanted
Jasmine?

"I'd like that." Sandy replied, suddenly not believing
that she was actually doing this.

"Great, when would you like to come over?" Jasmine asked.

"Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't busy now." Sandy 
replied, certain that if Jasmine said that they would have
to wait until another time she would loose her lust driven
courage and chicken out.

"Well, I was expecting some company...." Jasmine said,
letting the idea hang in the air for a few seconds while
she considered it. "But, I'm beginning to think he's going
to be a no show. Tell you what, give me an hour to get it
together and come on over. "

"It's not too late or anything is it?" Sandy interjected,
her little fears rising and looking for a way out of her
impulsiveness.

"No, of course not." Jasmine replied. "We're both on night
schedules, so this is like early evening for both of us."

Sandy agreed, sending her little fears back to the
recesses of her mind. She quickly jotted down the address
Jasmine gave her, surprised that it was only about ten
minutes away. She was about to end the conversation when
Jasmine asked one last question.

"Sandy, you've seen me come home at night and you know I
really get into role playing. Is their anything special
you'd like to let me know before hand?"

Sandy took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound.
Over the phone, with a woman who was still a complete
stranger to her, Sandy began to reveal her deepest
fantasies.

Fifty minutes later, Sandy pulled her old '88 Civic up to
a private house in the Annadale section. The outside light
was still on and the street was deserted. Not that there
was usually a great deal of foot traffic in this
residential area at this time of night. As she approached
the front door, she could hear the hum of the houses
central air conditioning, at least it would be cool
inside. Her feet were cold and her pussy hot as she
reached for the bell. Hitting the chime three times as per
her instructions, she waited for an answer.

It suddenly occurred to Sandy as she waited that she had
no idea what Jasmine actually looked like. In the four
times she had seen her on the Ferry, she had always been
made up as someone else.

The door suddenly opened and a soft voice from behind it
told her to step inside. Stepping into the alcove, she
could look into the living room and saw that is was
decorated in typical middle class style. She started to
turn to get her first real look at her hostess but the
placement of a soft hand on her shoulder prevented her
from fully turning.

"Bedroom's right down the hall, make yourself comfortable
and I'll be right there." Said the voice.

Following the instructions, she entered the bedroom. The
room was decorated in pink and white, the centerpiece of
which was a large canopy covered bed. A pair of large
double glass doors led to a flower filled backyard.
Stepping up to the bed, she ran her hand across the cool
white metal frame. She'd love to have a bedroom like this,
but it really wouldn't fit in her small apartment.

"I hope you approve..." came the voice from behind Susan.

"It's lovely...." She answered as she began to slowly
turn. "I was just surprise to find your house so
decorated...I mean...."

"That's ok, The soft voice said. "You expected to find an
empty room with a mattress tossed on the floor, the sort
of thing you see in the movies. That's ok, there was a
time that I worked in a place not much different than
that. Of course where I work now is a Brownstone on Fifth
Ave. That's aside, this is my home, not my place of
business."

Covering her surprise with small talk, Sandy was stunned
by her first real look at Jasmine. Standing about 5'9",
she had shiny and straight black hair that was cut short
in the front and sides and tapered in the back like a
boy's haircut. Her eyes were a soft green and her lips
were full and sensual even without lip gloss. Clad in a
green silk robe, Sandy could only visualize from memory
the body that had been so exposed by the hooker outfit.

"I'm so glad that you took me up on my offer." Jasmine
said as she stepped over to Sandy and began to carefully
unbutton her blouse. "There aren't many people I invite to
my house, those are the few that I'd like to have as
lovers, not clients."

Sandy smiled as the last button opened and her blouse fell
away, revealing the red lace bra she had purchased the day
before. The material barely covered her small breasts and
Jasmine beamed as she ran her fingers across the half
exposed nipples.

Sandy closed her eyes as Jasmine drew her closer for a
kiss. She swooned as she felt her lips against her own,
and without looking could tell that she was undoing the
clip of her bra. The sudden touch of the chilled air
against her now freed breasts caused her nipples to harder
even more. She reached up and caressed them, lifting them
for Jasmine's approval.

Smiling at Sandy's offering, Jasmine replaced the blonde's
hands with her own and brought her mouth down to kiss both
breasts. She reached out with her tongue and let it run
across first one nipple, them another. Opening her mouth
wider, she then took the entire nipple inside her and
began to suck gently.

Part VIII

A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness of
Jasmine's mouth on her breast. She'd had many men suck at
her breasts, but none had ever felt so good. For most of
the men she had dated, it was usually just something they
had to get out of the way in order to get to their real
objective. Few had ever taken to time to explore her
breasts and find the most sensitive spots as Jasmine was
now doing. Then it occurred to her that Jasmine found
those spots so easily because she knew they would most
likely be the same as her own. Sandy would have to test
that theory when she got her chance at Jasmine's much
larger breasts.

While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small
mounds, the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the
white woman's back and under the elastic of her red lace
panties. She ran her long nails across the pale skin of
her buttocks, gently tickling the small opening to her
anus.

Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and
rubbed against her clit. It took but a second for her to
realize that the feel of her cunt was now different. The
large bush she had felt a day before was now gone.

"What do we have here?" Jasmine asked as she stopped what
she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties.

She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed
blond hair and the heart shape it was now formed into.
Looking up at Sandy, she grinned and said.

"I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done."

Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently
nudged her closer to her already wet pussy.

"Impatient little bitch aren't we?" Jasmine asked in mock
anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging. "Well I can't say
as I blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for
a good licking."

Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she motioned for her to
lay back and spread her legs. Once she had a clear view of
the dampness already covering the small blonde hairs,
Jasmine reached down with her tongue and ran it across the
length of her opening. She repeated that a second and
third time, each time penetrating just a little deeper.

Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes
and savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's
tongue. Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before,
Jasmine seemed to immediately find all the most sensitive
spots.

Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to
center on the core of her sexuality. Spreading Sandy's
legs wide, Jasmine buried her face between them, sending
waves of delight throughout the smaller woman. Her tongue
was already covered by a heavy coating of lubricant and
she took a moment to savor the taste. Deep in her own
pussy she could feel a deep longing for her touch but she
ignored it. There would be plenty of time to attend to her
own needs later. Right now she wanted to attend to Sandy
first.

Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine
was caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum.
It had been a long time since she'd been with a gusher. In
response she pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her
tongue just a little further up Sandy's love canal. All
the while a carefully placed finger kept a steady
vibration building in her small love button.

It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time.
Now Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and
quickly collected it in her mouth. No sooner had Sandy's
body stopped shaking and she opened her mouth to get a
full breath of air when Jasmine was upon her. The kiss
this time was forceful as her tongue pushed its way
between her lips. With it came much of the pussy juices
Jasmine had managed to hold in her mouth. It was one of
her favorite little tricks, letting a man or woman
experience the taste of their own cum.

To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if
Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she
knew, but did women?

Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double
climax, Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude
form. She cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the
nipple.

"I hope you enjoyed that." She whispered.

"Oh I did......." Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken
response of her eyes said volumes.

"But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?"

"I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly
replied.

"Don't worry love," Jasmine countered with a wicked grin.
"That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak.
The real entertainment hasn't even started yet."

Before Sandy could question the strange statement, Jasmine
had shifted herself so that she could reach the top posts
of the bed. Sandy heard a soft double click and when she
tried to sit up to see what she had done, she was shocked
to find that she was now restrained.

Lifting one hand so that she could see the leather cuff
now wrapped around the wrist, Sandy could see that it was
fur lined for comfort and tied with two metal clasps. She
had a small freedom of movement, but not much.

"Now you'll get to see what it really feels like to have
someone else in control." Jasmine declared as she moved
down to the base of the bed. "Unless you'd rather stop the
game right now and I'll untie you."

"No, its ok." The bound woman replied quietly.

"Good, I'd have been disappointed if you'd said yes."
Jasmine said as she dimmed all the lights in the room
except for the track lights around the bed. "You said you
wanted to have someone else be in total control. Well this
is just part of it. Before we start, let me just tell you
that I'm not into pain or injury or anything like that.
The real essence of domination is psychological, the cuffs
are just a little reminder that you are no longer in
control of the situation."

"But since you're really not a captive and part of your
fantasy may be to act like you don't really want to do the
things we're going to do, we need to have a code word. So
once the game begins, you can say "no" all you want, and
it will be just part of the game. But if you use the code
word, the scenario will immediately stop. Lets see, how
about "Mickey Mouse", that's not a phrase that's liable to
come up in any other context. I think that's an excellent
choice for a code word."

Sandy thought about her words for a minute. Deep inside
her she could feel the same combination of fear and
excitement that led her here in the first place. If she
backed out now, she would forever wonder what it would
have been like.

"Ok, Mickey Mouse it is." She answered.

"Good," Jasmine answered as she ran her nails across the
bottom of Sandy's feet. "Then let the games begin!"

Part IX

With a flourish, Jasmine dropped the silk robe to the
floor. Sandy pulled herself up as high as she could so she
could have a good look at her captor. Jasmine now wore a
green satin and nylon teddy. The top of which barely
covered her 38 inch bust, their wide brown aureole clearly
visible through the lacy material. Her long smooth legs
were now clad in sheer stocking, held up by a set of
garters. In an age of pantyhose, it was something Sandy
had never seen another woman wear.

Her lace panties had a long opening, allowing easy access
to her own tightly trimmed bush. For a moment, Sandy
wondered how it would look after it was trimmed by an
expert and crafted into a heart. Finishing the outfit was
a small strand of white pearls around her neck.

"Satisfied?" She asked as she placed her hands on her hips
and stuck a suggestive pose.

"Definitely!" Sandy responded.

"Well if you weren't, it would be just too fucking bad,
bitch!'' Jasmine abruptly countered as she immediately
became a character in Sandy's fantasy. "This outfit is for
my enjoyment, not yours"

With that she jumped onto the bed and moved to straddle
the helpless naked woman beneath her.

"It's about time a stuck up cunt like you learned how to
eat pussy." Jasmine said as she squatted over Sandy's
face.

>From just inches away, Sandy could see the light pink skin
of Jasmine's sugar walls. They were already coated by a
shiny film of girljuice. The taller woman reached down and
pulled her lips apart, giving her an even better look.
Seconds later, the bright pink walls were pressing against
her lips as Jasmine dropped down and pressed her pussy
against her powerless captive's mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming as Sandy immediately tried
to put her tongue to work. To her satisfaction, Jasmine
did indeed taste just a little different. The woman on
stop began a gentle rocking motion, rubbing her clitoris
against Sandy's searching tongue, helping her to find the
most sensitive points.

Jasmine arched herself backward and braced herself with
both arms for support, all the time gyrating her lower
body. With every motion she sent the rising waves of
passion rippling through her light brown body.

"Not bad for a beginner." She said as she rubbed her cunt
harder against Sandy's now cum covered face.

In truth, Sandy was doing a pretty great job for a
beginner. What she lacked in skill she made up for with
enthusiasm. Her tongue darted every which way it could,
and although she didn't hit the right spots every time,
she hit them often enough to get the job done.

Jasmine felt her orgasm about to burst. She could tell
that is wasn't going to be a record breaker, but then
again she hadn't expected it to be. Sandy soon could feel
Jasmine's body shudder as her legs pressed tighter against
her face. While she wasn't a gusher as Sandy sometimes
was, there was enough of an eruption for Sandy to feel
proud of her achievement.

Even after her body had stopped shaking and her pulse rate
slowed closer to normal, Jasmine continued to slowly slide
her now saturated pussy up and down across Sandy's face.
She instructed her to lick her clean, a task the older
woman seen to greatly enjoy.

Sliding her body down so that it was now parallel to
Sandy's own, Jasmine took both her large breasts in her
hands and began to play with them. She rubbed her fingers
across the large pencil eraser sized nipples and signed
with satisfaction at he pleasure the act released.

"You did pretty good with that tongue, lets give you
something else to try it on." She said as she lowered her
breasts to where Sandy could reach them.

Sandy wasted no time and immediately took as much of the
closest nipple into her mouth as she could. Like a babe
nursing at her mother's tit, she suckled the nipple
sending a pleasing, almost electric feeling through the
entire breast. Then she shifted her attention to the
second breast, wishing her hands were free that she could
play with them as well.

Enjoying the attention her neophyte lesbian lover was
lavishing on her breasts, Jasmine again shifted her body.
Both to give Sandy easier access to her prodigious mounds
and to let her still itchy pussy rest against her lover's.

Trying to keep her breasts easily accessible, Jasmine
began to rotate her pelvic region, pressing her own
clitoris up against Sandy's. Both woman quickly felt the
added stimulation and Sandy joined the effort. Despite
their race to yet another climax, Sandy was unwilling to
relinquish her newfound oral fixation, and as their
movements began to increase in intensity, Jasmine had to
help keep her nipples in reach of the blonde's mouth.

Soon their gyrations had become so erratic that keeping
breast contact was impossible and Sandy had to reluctantly
give up. In return she was treated to her third orgasm of
the night, abet a rather little one but better a little
one than none at all.

Jasmine on the other hand had failed to reach a climax,
her own clit needing more stimulation than simple rubbing
could provide. Sliding off the bed, she smiled at the
tired woman stretched out there.

"Had enough yet, cunt?" She leered with a evil grin, still
maintaining character.

"Yes..." Was Sandy's fatigued reply.

"Well that's just too bad," Jasmine responded, taking note
that she had failed to use the code words. "Cause I've got
one more surprise for you, and I think you're going to
love it."

Sandy was caught off guard by Jasmine's statement, then
she remembered the code words that she was supposed to
use. She opened her mouth to say them, but no sound came
out. Part of her didn't want it to end. That part of her
was all too curious about what could be coming next.

"Well even if you don't love it," Jasmine continued. "It
really doesn't mean shit, cause I know that I'm going to
love it!"

With that she disappeared for a few minutes into a
connecting bathroom. When she reappeared a few minutes
later, she was holding a towel obscuring the view of her
body from the waist down. Stepping up to the bed, she
stood where Sandy could get a good view and then dropped
the towel.

"Oh God!" Sandy exclaimed.

Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh
colored dildo. It was almost twice as big as the vibrator
Sandy had lost last month. She had seen pictures of things
like that but had never seen one for real. It was like a
rubber cock, right down to the fake veins on its sides and 
the large balls hanging beneath it.

"You said it'd been a long time since you had been really
fucked," Jasmine said as she lifted the cock in her hand
and climbed onto the bed. "What kind of hostess would I be
if I let you go home without taking care of that need?"

Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz
cock at the entrance to Sandy's still damp pussy. She
pressed the cockhead up against the moist lips, parting
them slightly.

"Relax, this isn't going to hurt........" Jasmines said as
she eased her toy in slightly and then withdrew it, lubing
it up as she did. ".......much." She then sinfully added.

A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that
she had enough lubricant on the rubber. Then with a firm
grip on those pale white legs, she gave her first hard
thrust forward, sending four inches up inside her woman.
Sliding it back she repeated the exercise, this time
watching six inches disappear between Sandy's cunt lips.
Another stroke and she would be able to take it all.

Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt
herself being penetrated. Her hand maintained a tight grip
on the straps that held her into place. It was more than
she'd ever taken before, but she knew from experience than
even though it hurt now, it would soon get better. She
could end it all with a word, but that option no longer
even occurred to her.

By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to
pleasure as Jasmine began to really get into a rhythm.
Sandy was now actively thrusting her body to meet each
incoming lunge. It now felt so good that she couldn't
remember the last time a man had fucked her like this. The
only think that could make it better was that if it could
be made of flesh and blood instead of rubber. By now,
Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the intensity of
her efforts as she got more and more into the fantasy of
being a man taking care of "his" woman.

"Untie me!" Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!"

Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the
quick release on the left cuff. The right one followed a
moment later. Her hands now free, Sandy grabbed Jasmine's
ass and added her own strength to her thrusts. Pulling her
deep inside her as she would a man, it was easy for her to
also forget that it wasn't really a man atop her.

"Fuck me baby!" Sandy cried out as she felt electric
surges rushing up and down her body. "Fill me up, give it
to me!"

Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air
conditioning. Both woman knew that this would be the best
yet, and at the same time they both knew that after it
they be too wasted to do anymore. Because of that, they
almost didn't want to reach the summit.

Part X

"Well, it looks like while the cat's away, the pussies are
gonna play." Said a loud booming voice from the bedroom's
doorway.

The sudden appearance of a tall black man in the doorway
brought both women to an abrupt stop. He stood a little
over six feet tall with skin the color of night. The
muscles that covered his dark body were clearly outlined
by the reflective light of the track lights. He was only
wearing a short cut off T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.
The stranger was truly an imposing sight.

Sandy's eyes popped open in fear as she began to jump
upward, only to be stopped by Jasmine's weight atop of
her.

"It's ok!" Jasmine quickly said to Sandy as she felt her
jump. "That's my boyfriend Jamal, he's the one I was
expecting earlier."

"Hey, sorry I'm so late Baby," He said as he stepped into
the room. "But the truck I was driving tonight broke down
and I had to wait for a wrecker."

"And I suppose you never thought to telephone?" Jasmine
countered.

"I did call, three times." He said, "But you've got the
answering machine set for the first ring."

A sheepish look covered Jasmine's face. She had forgotten
she had turned off the ringer on the phone after Sandy had
arrived so they wouldn't be interrupted.

During this conversation, Sandy just laid there silently,
caught up in the unbelievability of the situation. Here
she was laying naked in front of this strange black man,
while he holds a discussion about answering machines with
his hooker girlfriend. Not to mention she had just spent
over an hour and a half exploring the nuances of lesbian
lust with that girlfriend. Or the fact that she was lying
naked on top of her with a strap on dildo between her
legs. A dildo that was still halfway up her pussy.

"How bout you then," Jamal continued. "You bringing your
work home with you these days?" He added as he motioned to
indicate Sandy.

"This isn't business." Jasmine replied. "It's personal."

"Well, well well." Jamal said as he stepped to the edge of
the bed. "I have to compliment you on your taste. But then
again I always knew you preferred the best. You picked me
after all."

Both Jamal and Jasmine laughed at that one.

"Well as you can see, we were in the middle of something."
Jasmine pointed out.

"I can see that, and had I only know I'd have been more
than happy to have gone straight home." Jamal said as he
reached the head of the bed, only a foot away from Sandy's
head. "But seeing as I am here, and I did sort of kill the
moment for the two of you, maybe I can make it up."

"And how would you suggest you do that?" Asked Jasmine.

"Well, how bout I give your girlfriend here something
better than that piece of rubber to play with?" Came his
reply.

With that he reached into his gym shorts and pulled out
the largest cock Sandy had ever seen. It was as dark as
the rest of his body, except for the large head which was
a lighter shade of brown. Even in its semi-erect state, it
was as big as the dildo that still rested within her. What
would it look like when it was fully hard?

Turning her gaze from Jamal's huge cock to Jasmine, Sandy
was greeted by a look that told her it was up to her if
she wanted it. After all, how could she object to her
boyfriend joining in the fun after she'd spent the last
few hours cheating on him. Yet was it cheating when she
did it for money, or only when she did it for fun.

Such philosophical questions would have to wait for
another day as Sandy turned her attention back to the new
treat now only a few inches from her face. Jamal had begun
to play with it and with each slow stroke it grew ever
harder, and larger. Sandy had never even seen a black man
naked before, much less having had been with one. It was
another in the long list of forbidden fruits that had been
drummed into her by her parents and friends. Yet, in view
of all the taboos she'd already broken in the last 48
hours, could one more make any difference?

The nearness of Jamal's enlarging manhood overwhelmed her
senses. Her eyes focused on the small drop of precum that
had appeared at the tip. Her nostrils filled with the
pungent odor of his musk. Then not even aware she was
doing it, she reached out with her tongue and licked away
the sticky drop of precum.

She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the salty
tanginess which had for so long been denied her. Then she
reopened both her eyes and her mouth and took as much of
him as she could into her mouth.

Seeing that Sandy had made up her mind, Jasmine began to
continue the thrusts which had been interrupted earlier.
This time she kept up a slower pace, giving Jamal time to
catch up. She began to pump automatically, just enough to
keep Sandy excited, but not enough to push her over the
edge. Instead she began to focus her attention on watching
the white woman suck her first black cock. A cock she knew
all too well.

It wasn't that she was jealous, Jamal and her had never
stood in the way of each others physical pleasure. It was
just that this was the first time she had actually been
able to watch him with another woman and she was
understandably curious.

The long black rod disappeared within Sandy's mouth. Try
as she could, she could never get it more than halfway in.
She could feel the power pulsing in it and as she ran her
tongue down the length of it, she savored the titillation
that she felt in every pore of her body. She was still
aware of the dildo sliding in and out of her, but she
couldn't help think how much better it would feel to
replace the hard rubber with this flesh and blood monster
that filled every corner of her mouth.

Licking his massive balls, she slid his shorts all the way
off. He responded by pulling his shirt over his head and
dropping it onto the floor. Climbing onto the bed, he left
his sneakers on the floor so that he was now as naked as
both women.

Jamal, moved to a sixty-nine position in which he could
lick the top of her clit as the substitute cock slid in
and out. All the while, Sandy continued to slide her mouth
all over his cock. After a few more minutes, he looked
down on her and said.

"You keep that up a few more minutes, Babe, and you're
going to have a mouthful."

Sandy slid the saliva covered cock out of her mouth just
long enough to say, "As long as you'll have a second load
in there somewhere, I've got another hole I want to try
this Popsicle in"

Jamal nodded in ascent and Sandy redoubled her efforts.
True to his word, it was only a few more minutes when he
let loose with a large burst of hot liquid which filled
her mouth.

Jamal had exploded on Sandy's downward stroke. So that
first burst had shot right down her throat, causing her to
gag. Letting his cock slip out, the second and third burst
covered her face. He laughed when he looked down and saw
the sticky goo spread all over her mouth and cheeks. She
grinned back and stretched out her tongue as far as it
could go and licked as much of her face clean..

Even after the last drop of white had oozed out of the
small hole atop his cockhead, Sandy continued to stroke
the large pole. True to Jamal's word, his cock continued
to remain hard even after he had come.

Giving Jamal time to recover, Sandy turned her attention
back to Jasmine. Far from having felt rejected, she had
enjoyed watching the show that had unfolded before her.
Sliding the dildo out from within Sandy, she had
unstrapped it and held it up like a lollipop. The rubber
was shiny with Sandy's juices and Jasmine licked it like a
little girl eating an ice cream cone. She offered it to
Sandy to share and between the two of then they had it
licked clean in no time.

While the two of then had be enjoying the dildo treat,
Jamal had inserted a finger or two into each of their
pussies. With a practiced hand, he helped keep the two of
then on the edge. This went on for about ten minutes until
Jamal said he was ready to give Sandy what she really
wanted.

As not to leave Jasmine out, Sandy took the now clean
dildo and strapped it on. One more new thing to try.
Jasmine quickly agreed with the idea as long as she could
be in a position to watch Jamal fuck Sandy.

Part XI

So Jasmine spread herself up against the pillows as Sandy
entered her in the classic missionary position. The two
woman went at it for a few minutes by themselves, kissing
and licking each other as Sandy developed her own rhythm.
Jasmine's cunt was so wet that she had no trouble
accepting the full eight inches of the play cock.

Taking hold of Sandy's hips, Jamal entered her from behind
in a single thrust. Like Jasmine, her love tunnel was so
lubricated that she had little difficulty receiving his 
full hardness.

Quickly matching his thrusts to the opposite of Sandy's,
Jamal would penetrate the light skinned woman just as she
was withdrawing from Jasmine. Then he would withdraw as
she in turn would enter his girlfriend, who would time her 
own pelvic thrusts so that she would pull the dildo as far
in her as she could.

As the speed of this three way intercourse increased, each
of the participants soon found themselves too wrapped up
in maintaining their end of the arrangement to pay that
much attention to any of the others. So it wasn't obvious
to anyone except Jasmine that she would be the first to
cum. After all, she had cum the longest time ago of any of
them.

Sandy wasn't even aware that the brown skinned woman had
climaxed until she realized that she was no longer coming
forward to meet her own thrusts. She then stopped her own
efforts and concentrated on enjoying the incredible
pounding her own pussy was getting from Jamal.

Conscious that Jasmine had bowed out of the activity and
was now just enjoying the show, Jamal altered his routine
so that he could bring Sandy to an even greater climax
than he had originally intended.

Reaching around to massage her small bust, he was
surprised to find he could fit almost an entire breast in
each of his massive hands. He had always sought out large
breasted women, but now he was finding that small breasted
ones could have a charm all their own.

So fast were his repetitions and so slippery were both his
cock and Sandy's cunt, that several times he slipped out
and had to break his timing to reenter her. He could feel
that Sally was so close to the edge of what could be the
greatest climax of her life that she could taste it. Each
time he slipped out of her, a frantic look appeared on her
face, as if she was worried that he would suddenly stop.
As it was, his only real fear was that he wouldn't be able
to hold off his own orgasm long enough for her to cum. He
had already tried every trick he knew, both for pushing
her over the edge and holding himself back. Another minute
or two and he would lose the battle.

The look on her lover's face made Jasmine aware of his
problem, she had seen that look before. She had to give
Sandy credit, she didn't think any woman could ride Jamal
this long. An idea flashed into her mind and she mouthed
the suggestion to Jamal. She really didn't have to bother
being secretive about it. Sandy was bucking so much like a
bitch in heat that she wouldn't have heard her if she
shouted at the top of her lungs.

Jamal shifted his right hands attention from Sandy's
breast to the top of her cunt. Rubbing against her clit as
he continued to pound deep within her, he hoped to finally
bring her off. When that didn't work he followed Jasmine's
suggestion and let his cock slide out from inside her.

So lost was Sandy in her desire to climax that it took a
few seconds for her to realize that Jamal's throbbing
member was no longer inside her. He had continued rubbing
against her clit with his hand, so she was upset for only
a moment when she felt the reassuring feeling of his cock
behind her as he sought to renter her.

By the time she realized that the sudden pressure was
directed against her asshole and not her pussy, it was too
late. Totally covered by her lubricating juices, Jamal
pushed his cock deep up inside her and let loose with a
series of quick powerful strokes which sent twin bursts of
pain and pleasure ripping through her body.

Sandy's entire being exploded as her minds eye filled with
a pyrotechnic display the likes she had never experienced
before. She was oblivious to everything, except the
feeling of euphoria she found herself floating in. Then as
her rush reached its zenith, everything faded to black and
she crumpled like an empty sack onto the bed. Jamal who
had cum at the same time, filling her anal cavity with
burst after bursts of white gold, then collapsed right
next to her.

Jasmine waited a few moments before she checked to make
sure that both of her bedmates were still breathing. She
had seen Jamal just drop off after a really intense
session before, so she really wasn't too worried about
him.

Checking Sandy's pulse, she was relieved to see that she
was just asleep. She had never seen a woman climax like
that. That girl must've had so much sexual energy bottled
up inside her. It was like a pressure cooker letting go.

Siding out of the bed to make herself a drink, Jasmine
noticed something else she had never seen before. On
Sandy's sleeping face, was the most satisfying image of
contentment she had ever seen.

For a long minute she stared at the image of pure
happiness. Then shaking her head she headed out to the
living room and the bar.

"Lucky bitch!" She muttered out loud as she left the room.
But there was no one awake to hear.

END

Sarah And Sister Theresa

".........And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah
said as she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson.

As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah
let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would
never finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost
a half hour ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and
go on and on about her precious little "kitten" and how
Sarah should be spending more time showcasing her talents.
It could've been worse, she thought, Jim Anderson could've
come along too. You couldn't get within five feet of that
man without him trying to sell you a new insurance policy.

Quickly cleaning up after the departed parents, Sarah
grabbed her coat and began to head down the corridor. It
had started raining about a half hour ago and most of the
other teachers had already left. If she hurried, she could
still get home by 10:00.

"Sarah?" Called a soft voice from across the hall.

Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary Theresa coming out
of one of the adjacent classrooms.

"I thought you left already?" The Sister asked.

"I would have," Sarah replied. "But Mrs. Anderson managed
to corner me before I could go and......."

"Say no more..." Sister Theresa said as she held up her
hand to interrupt her fellow teacher. "I had her older
girl Betty in my class a few years ago."

"Was she as bad back then?"

"Worse," Sister Theresa replied. "I think maybe she's
mellowing with age." She added with a smile.

Both the smile and the laugh of the young Philippine Nun
was contagious, Sarah couldn't help but return it. When
Sister Theresa suggested she have a cup of tea before she
went, Sarah forgot all about her rush and agreed.

Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since he first day
as a teacher, eight months ago. Six years before, she had
been Sarah's Math Teacher during the Nun's own first year
at Saint Francis. Part of the reason she had landed the
plumb assignment at this prestigious school was that she
had been an honor graduate. The fact that she had
graduated with honors was partly due to the help Sister
Theresa had given her that difficult senior year.

As they sipped tea in the now empty Teacher's Lounge,
Sarah thoughts drifted back to that troubled final year. A
late bloomer, Sarah had quickly earned the nickname "Plain
Jane" McKenna from her classmates. Try as she could, she
just couldn't fit in. Even as a senior, dates had been few
and far in between. Not that Sarah really minded. She had
never really been all that interested in guys anyway. They
got in the way of her single minded determination to
succeed.

Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was because of
such that Sarah took part in what she would always
remember as the great shower peek show.

Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint Francis then, and
having come from the Philippines, was considered something
of a mystery. The girls guessed she had to have been in
her mid twenties , but looked about seventeen. Her Order
still wore the old style habits, so her body was covered
from head to toe. The obvious question was, what does a
Nun look like under all that heavy clothing.

It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first come up with the
idea. She'd discovered that Sister Theresa was in the
habit of using the shower in the girls locker room after
the last gym class every day. If they really wanted to
sneak a peek, that was their chance.

So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck back into the
locker room and done just that. To their amazement, Sister
Theresa looked like any other woman naked. True, she was a
little on the plump side, but after all, who said a Nun
had to be skinny. The crudest comment came from Jenny
herself.

"Did you see the tits on her?" She asked the other girls
after they had moved to the safety of the school yard.
"They had to at least been a 38D. What a waste on a Nun."

The other girls had all agreed.

To Sarah, however, the experience had changed her life.
Several time after that she had found herself back in the
locker room at the end of the day, sneaking another look
at her teacher. Her naked brown body stirred a strange
longing within her and she began having forbidden dreams
about the Nun.

As senior year neared it's end, Sarah abruptly stopped her
late afternoon visits. In her mind she was now accepted
three certainties. First, that she wanted to be a teacher
- nothing was as important as achieving that goal. The
second was something she was sure that she would keep to
herself forever. She was a lesbian, and she was in love
with Sister Theresa.

"You seem a little distracted?" Sister Theresa said as
Sarah stared into empty space.

"Oh, sorry..." She replied. "It's just been a long day."

"How inconsiderate of me." Theresa said. "If it wasn't for
me you'd be home by now. Sister Catherine always said once
I get to talking I loose all concept of time."

"It's all right, really." Sarah said with a broad smile.
"I really do enjoy your company. As long as you brought
her up, how is Sister Catherine?"

"She's doing fine," Theresa said as she cleared the table.
"She's all settled in at her new school and things are
working out fine with her father."

Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's mentor since she
had first come to Saint Francis. In fact, due to a
shortage of rooms in the tiny convent, they had been
roommates for the last six years. She had recently been
transferred to San Francisco at her own request to be
closer to her ill father.

"I guess you must miss her." Sarah said as she cleared the
trash.

Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and seemed to be
thinking or something.

"Yes I do." She finally answered.

Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet as
umbrella's in hand they set off for the parking lot. The
stocky Nun seemed to be lost in memories, but had still
insisted on seeing Sarah safely to her car.

Saint Frances was twenty miles from town, and at this time
of night the parking lots would be deserted.

"Oh no!" Sarah exclaimed as she reached her small blue
escort and saw to her dismay, the front driver's side tire
was as flat as a pancake. "I don't even have a spare."

"We'll have to call from the office to see if we can get a
tow truck out here. "Sister Theresa said as she bent down
to examine the damage.

Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged from the
Mother Superior's Office to find Sarah still dripping in
the waiting room.

"I have good news and bad news." She said as she walked up
to her.

"Lets have the good new first." Sarah said as she shook
with a slight chill.

"Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the garage and he said
it would be no problem getting a truck out here."

"What's the bad news?"

"He said it would be no problem first thing tomorrow."

"Oh no, what am I going to do."

"Don't worry," Theresa said with a smile. "I've already
talked with Mother Patricia and she said it would be no
problem putting you up for the night."

"That's a relief." Sarah mused.

"One small problem with that though." Theresa added.
"Since Father Kolowski is already using the guest
quarters, you're going to have to use Sister Catherine's
old bed in my room. I'm afraid I have one of the worst
rooms in the convent, it's all the way in the west wing
behind the storage rooms. In fact at one time it was a
storage room."

"No problem," Sarah said in a tired voice. "Right now I
don't care if its a barn, as long as it's got a bed."

"Great!" Theresa said in an animated voice.

After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up clean sheets,
Sarah followed Sister Theresa through a long dark corridor
past the kitchen and storage rooms. Only a few small
emergency lights lit the way. Once the kitchen was closed
for the evening, the main lights were shut down.

"You weren't kidding about your room being way out of the
way." Sarah said as they reached a large wooden door.

"Well until they finally complete the new wing, we have to
make do." Theresa said as she opened the door with an old
metal key. "And most of the other Sisters were more than
happy to have Catherine and I sleeping far away from
them."

"Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously.

"Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I have a bad
habit of talking in my sleep."

"Well growing up I shared a room with two sisters so I'm
sure I'll have no problem." Sarah retorted.

Dropping the sheets on the single metal frame bed, Sarah
looked about the room. The walls were painted a soft blue,
with a white lace curtain hanging aside the far window. A
small desk occupied a corner, and on it were four framed
photographs. Three were of Sister Theresa's family back in
Luzon. The other was a 5x7 of her and Sister Catherine in
front of the school.

"Be it ever so humble...." Theresa said as she began to
help Sarah make the bed.

With the bed finally done, Theresa walked over to her own
bed and began to take off her habit. In the six years
since the great peep show, the Order had changed to a more
modern look. Sarah was caught by surprise as the chubby
Nun began to strip.

"Well you didn't think we slept in them, did you?" Theresa
said as she began to unhook her habit from behind.

"Why no, of course not." Sarah replied.

In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it
sounded. The only way she had been able to get over her
youthful infatuation with Theresa was to banish the image
of her naked brown body from her memory. In had become
near impossible for her to visualize the round woman
without the protective brown habit.

As the habit joined her headpiece on the dressing chair,
Theresa stood in just a white bra and panties. Sarah tried
very hard not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Then
when the white bra topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her
lip to keep her composure.

If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown larger over the
years with the extra pounds she had gained. This was the
closest she had ever been to those dark brown nipples and
she couldn't take her eyes away. In the cool night air,
Theresa's nipples stood out like small erasures. Sarah
felt a tingling in her own much smaller breasts.

Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her body, Theresa
moved to a dresser draw and pulled out a blue nightshirt.
With a quick motion she slipped it on, covering her large
breasts.

As she turned and finally noticed the look on Sarah's
face, Theresa assumed it was due to her attire.

"I guess you were expecting something made out of burlap."
Theresa said as she indicated her garment. "But regular
nightwear has been ok for years. Even if it has Mickey on
the front." She added as she pointed to the large mouse
figure draped across her mounds.

"Now to find something for you." Theresa continued as she
looked back into the draw. "What do you normally wear?"

"Err....I usually sleep without...." Sarah said without
thinking.

"Ok, suit yourself." Theresa replied as she closed the
dresser and crawled into the bed.

Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright red panties and
slipped under her sheet. A smile crossed her lips as
Theresa wished her goodnight.

"It's a good thing I'm not a guy." Sarah thought as she
began to drift off to sleep. "Cause I'd have the hard on
to end all hard ons right now."

Sarah found that she was unable to sleep more than a half
hour. Tired as she had been, she couldn't get Theresa's
naked image out of her head. She had been over it years
ago, she kept repeating to herself. She'd had several
affairs with other women and had even fallen in love for a
time. Why was it so hard to put this Nun out of her
thoughts.

"Because she was the first....." Sarah said to herself.
"And she was the one you could never have."

Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once again tried to
find elusive sleep.

About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. Then she
heard a soft mumbling from across the room. Theresa was
saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Was she
praying?

Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had said earlier about
sometimes talking in her sleep. Intrigued, she rose
silently from her bed and moved a little closer to try and
hear better.

Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that she could now
hear Theresa clearly. Understanding her was another thing
entirely. Sister Theresa was speaking in Tagalog, her
native tongue. She also seeming to be rocking back and
forth in her bed, perhaps she was having a nightmare.

Deciding that it would be better not to wake her, Sarah
began to return back to her bed when she heard an English
word. Theresa was calling Sister Catherine's name.

Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her earlier position
and moved around the bed to get a better look. Theresa had
kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed, giving Sarah a
clear view of the sleeping woman.

"Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as she stepped back
and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from calling
out.

She looked again to be sure of what she had seen, not that
she had any real doubt. With her Mickey Mouse nightshirt
pulled up around her waist, Theresa had pulled down her
panties and was masturbating with vigor. Sarah looked
again to be sure that she really was asleep. Then she
heard her call out Sister Catherine's name again.

"I can't believe this." Sarah said to herself as she
unconsciously dropped her hand to her own panty covered
mound. "Were the two Nuns lovers?"

Sliding her fingers beneath her waist band, Sarah ran her
fingers across her rapidly growing wetness. She had heard
stories that many Nuns were gay, but was always though
them stories. But then every story had some truth in it. A
girlfriend's sister had become a Nun and once told her
that during their first few years they were never allowed
to be alone with another Sister. There always had to be a
third Nun present.

A soft moan from Theresa snapped Sarah back from her
musings. She didn't know about another Nuns, but she was
sure that Theresa was as much a lesbian as she was. It was
a shock to realize this and she was torn at what to do. To
suddenly discover that her forbidden impossible love was
actually possible made her a little light-headed. The
sensible thing she told herself, would be to crawl back to
bed and try to sort it all out in the morning.

Unfortunately, with all of her long buried adolescent
fantasies suddenly exploding in both the forefront of her
mind as well as within the growing fire between her legs,
sensible was the last thing she wanted to be.

A small rational voice deep within her cried out that she
was being foolish. That she could be throwing away
everything she had worked for so long. But that voice of
reason was quickly downed out by a rising chorus of
passion.

With a trembling hand, Sarah reached down and brushed her
fingers across the hairy edge of Sister Theresa's
maidenhood. Summoning her courage, she moved it downward
and soon reached the light pink clitoris nestled between
the dark brown lips. Gently stroking it, she sat down on
the edge of the bed.

Sarah was debating her next move when Teresa began to
stir. Sensing the strange touch on her body, she began to
open her dark brown eyes.

"Catherine..?" She asked sleepily.

As her eyes fully opened she remembered Catherine was long
gone. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, then she saw
Sarah sitting next to her.

"Blessed Mary, Mother of God!" She exclaimed as she jumped
up in the bed, causing Sarah to be startled.

Theresa pulled the sheet around her, horrified that her
former student had witnessed her shameful weakness. All
those years of hiding her lusts within these stone walls
were now exposed.

"Oh Sarah, please forgive me." She said in a rapid tone.

"Forgive you?" Sarah asked. "Forgive you for what?"

"For my sinful display of course."

"Theresa, in my mind, the only thing sinful about what you
were doing is the fact that you were doing it alone."
Sarah said in a calm understanding voice.

"I don't understand?" Theresa said, a perplexed expression
on her face.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Sarah continued. "But the way I
see it, you Sister Mary Theresa are a bona-fided lesbian
and I'd bet my last paycheck that you and Sister Catherine
were a lot more than roommates."

Theresa's brown skin paled with embarrassment as she
listened to Sarah. All her life she'd had these feelings,
even as a little girl in her village. Her parents, with
their strong unbending catholic upbringings, never could
understand that she was different. When she showed no
interest in the young men who approached her father about
taking her as a wife, the decision was made to ship her
off to the convent school at age 16. Marriage or the
Convent, there had been no middle ground.

It wasn't until she had come to America that she found the
words to describe what she felt. And it wasn't until she
had met Catherine that she came to grips with those
feelings. Within these stone walls they had been able to
create a private world, safe from prying eyes. Until now.

"I know what you're thinking," Sarah said. "That the
minute morning comes, everyone in the school is going to
know what you and Catherine have been doing back here. But
believe me when I say, no one will ever hear anything of
the sort. Least of all from me."

"You'll keep my secret?" Theresa asked.

"I guess I'd have to, especially after I tell you that I
share the same secret. I supposed that makes us members of
a different sort of sisterhood."

"You're a lesbian?" The Nun asked as she finally started
to relax.

"Since I was 17." Sarah said. "Since the days when you
used to tutor me in math."

Sarah went on to tell Theresa everything. About how she
had discovered her emerging homosexuality as a teenager.
Of the secret feeling she had harbored toward Theresa all
those lonely days and nights. She even told her all about
the great shower peek show and of the many afternoons she
had return to the shower to watch her.

"I'm overwhelmed." Theresa stated. "I had no idea. I was
so afraid of showing any feelings outside of this room, it
was years before I even let myself have any friends."

With the specter of discovery banished, Sarah and Theresa
returned to the friendly warmness they had shared in so
many late night discussions. The only change was that now
there were no longer any secrets between them.

"I have to ask," Sarah interrupted. "Since they would kick
you out of the Order if they found out about you and
Catherine, and since even becoming a Nun was your parents
idea not yours, what didn't you just leave?".

"That's a pretty big question." Sarah said. "And there's
no easy answer. There are two main reasons I guess. The
first is that even if I left, Catherine wouldn't. She's
been in the order twenty five years, and had no wish to
start over. Over the last year she began to become
increasingly worried that someone would find out. When her
father became ill, she jumped at the excuse to request a
transfer and put an end to our relationship."

"But Catherine left three months ago...."

"The second reason is simply that I'm afraid. This is the
only life I've know. How could I survive outside these
walls. Yet I know if I don't come to a decision soon, I'm
going to follow the same path as Catherine. I don't want
to wake up one day and find myself all alone. I've been so
alone these last weeks, I feel so empty. My life is a lie
and I don't know what to do about it."

Sarah took both Theresa's hands in her own. Looking into
her dark eyes, she smiled and said.

"First of all, you're not alone - at least not anymore. No
matter what you eventually decide, I'll stand with you.
Even if I have to stand up and tell the world who I really
am."

"You'd do that?" Theresa asked emotionally. "How could you
decide to sacrifice everything so easily?"

"When I think about all the things you did for me. About
how I wouldn't be where I am if not for your help. Then
the decision isn't all that difficult."

Theresa gripped her hands tightly, overcome with affection
for her former student. For the first time in her life,
she knew the true meaning of love.

"You said that was the first thing." Theresa finally said
with a beaming smile "What was the second?"

"Something I wish I'd done six years ago...." Sarah said
as she leaned forward and kissed Theresa on her mouth.

Taken by surprise, Theresa didn't know how to respond.
Aside from the few boys she had dated back in the
Philippines, she had never kissed anyone. Her physical
relationship with Catherine had been restricted to mutual
masturbation. She had never actually made love to anyone -
man or woman.

She found Sarah's kiss to be soft and pleasing. When she
felt the moist warmth of Sarah's tongue against her mouth
she instinctively opened to admit it. The warmth spread
throughout her body, bringing to life long denied urges.

"I love you, Theresa." Sarah said as she broke the kiss.
"I've loved you since I was a student. I want to make love
to you, if you'll let me."

The quickness in which she answered yes surprised Theresa.
She felt as she had just taken a giant step in regaining
her own life. Whether Sarah was going to be a part of that
life was a question for the future. For the moment, the
world beyond this room no longer existed. All that
mattered was the warmth of Sarah's body pressed against
her own, and the triphammer beating of their hearts.

"You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of these big
beautiful breasts." Sarah exclaimed as she pulled the blue
nightshirt up over Teresa's head.

Lifting one of the large breasts with both hands, she
lifted it to her mouth. Teresa's auerole had to be almost
threes inches across, dark brown against a lighter shaded
skin. Sarah began to suck tenderly on the nipple, sending
ripples of delight through Teresa's body. Her tongue began
to dart alongside the dark circle, covering it with her
hot saliva. Then she would take as much of it as she could
inside her mouth, her tongue playing with the hard nipples
as she did.

While Sarah switched her attention to the other mammoth
mound, Teresa reached down and slid her hand in between
Sarah's legs. To her surprise, Sarah's crotch was
hairless, giving it a wet, slippery feeling. Already well
lubricated by Sarah's own earlier attentions, it
effortlessly admitted her two fingers, followed quickly by
a third. Moving as fast as she could, she began to
furiously finger-fuck her new lover.

Sarah responded by continuing to pay with her melon sized
tits, alternating between kissing, sucking or just plain
squeezing them. She would then bury her face between them,
pulling them tight against her cheeks as she licked the
skin in between.

Bringing her attentions downward, Sarah soon confronted
the hairiest pussy she had ever seen. Most of Theresa's
body had some hair on it, but no where was it fuller than
between her legs. Normally Sarah liked a closely trimmed
crotch, or one clean shaven like her own. But knowing that
she was approaching virgin territory made the thick shrub
all the more exciting.

Reaching her objective, she used both hands to pull apart
the fleshy skin and reveal the pinkness within. The
fragrant aroma of raw womanhood greeted her nostrils as
she reached in with her tongue and licked around her clit.
Then she began to explore inside Teresa, using her
talented tongue like a doctor's probe.

Teresa laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of
new sensations. If only she had know it could be this
wonderful. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Sarah's
tongue drew more and more sweet nectar. The younger woman
buried her face between her tighs, causing the older woman
to erupt again in a burst of girlcum.

"Mmmmm" Sarah moaned as she sucked the fruit of her labors
into her mouth.

Teresa was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of
ecstasy raced through her body. Her fingers had slid out
of Sarah's cunt a few minutes before with the onset of
orgasm. Not that Sarah cared. All she wanted to do was
drain her pussy dry.

Teresa's body shook twice more, then finally she could
give no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or
satisfied. Sarah just laid there, licking the spilled
juices from her legs. When she finally emerged, her face
was covered from cheek to cheek with shiny girlcum.

Pulling herself up along side Teresa, she gave her a long
penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her
mouth, sending a new surge of satisfaction within her.
Experimenting with her own tongue, she explored the
wetness of Sarah's mouth.

Embracing Sarah she ran her hands across her much smaller
pale breasts, playing with the nipples as she had seen
Sarah do. Kissing one after the other, she was delighted
to find that Sarah's body had it's own unique taste. She
couldn't wait to explore the rest of her.

"Later," Sarah said as she kissed her once more. "Right
now I just want you to hold me."

With that, Teresa pulled Sarah closer, letting her rest
her head upon those huge brown breasts which had so
fascinated her before. For long minutes they just laid
there as Teresa pondered her actions. Surprisingly she
didn't feel the least bit of guilt. An emotion which had
always followed any activity with Catherine. If anything,
she felt contentment.

Brushing Sarah's light blonde hair away from her face,
Teresa smiled as she realized that her new love had fallen 
asleep. She kissed her on the forehead and laid her head
against Sarah's. In less than five minutes, she too was
fast asleep.

Four months later, Sister Mary Teresa walked into Mother
Patricia's office and announced she was giving up her
vows. Before the month was out, she had resettled in New
England as the new assistant principle of an exclusive
girl's school.

At the end of the school year, Sarah too tendered her
resignation, citing a better job offer. The Penderhouse
School was more than happy to welcome her to their staff,
especially after the flowing recommendation she had
received from their new assistant principle.

END

Scarlett's Cove

by Ann Douglas

(AnnD55@Pipeline.Com)

Part One

"Could you at least smile and pretend that you're having a
good time?" Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her
companion across the table. "It's only our first night
here and people are already beginning to stare."

The slightly morose expression on her friend's face faded
to be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same
quiet voice she answered her dinner partner.

"I am enjoying myself." Jeanette Randolph replied. "I was
just thinking how much this little trip is costing you."

"That's right, costing me, not you." the 37 year old
blonde quickly agreed. "I wanted you to come along and
have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun
for a change."

"I have fun." said the 34 year brunette.

"Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson
plans isn't what I'm talking about." Arlene said in a
corrective tone. "That's why I wanted to get you away from
all that."

"Well that you certainly did." Jeanette finally agreed.

It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small
dinner table they were sitting at was in the near center
of a large dinning hall. The hall was the main room of an
72 year old mansion that had housed four generations of
her owners. The house itself was on the far edge of a
tropical resort that could easily accommodated five
hundred guests in delightful style. Finally, the resort
was situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean
island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles from
the two women's home in upstate New York.

The resort was known world wide as Scarlett's Cove and it
catered to small, select clientele. As lavish as any of
the nearby Club Meds, its purpose was much the same. The
one major difference was self evident as Jeanette again
glanced around the large room. It was a resort for women
only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women.

This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or
Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been aware of her preference
for women since she was 16 years old. It was not however a
preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing
publicly. Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake
couldn't escape the fear that someone would see her in
such a place.

On the other hand, Arlene's attraction to her own sex had
only developed rather recently. Up until two years ago,
she had been married to a rather successful and
influential member of the community. It was almost ten
years into their marriage that she discovered that her
husband had a long history of extra-marital encounters.
When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn't
like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any real
love for each other had faded half way through their
marriage when it was evident that she wouldn't be assuring
the Taylor Dynasty with an heir.

Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared
more about social standing than anything else, Arlene had
drifted into an affair with a woman she met at the local
health club. To her immense delight, she discovered that
sleeping with another woman brought out in her a passion
that was never evident in her relations with Collin or
prior lovers. The affair hadn't lasted long, but it had
changed the course of her life.

After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to
seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene realized all too well
that despite his history of infidelity, Collin still held
all the cards. If ever knowledge of her own lesbian affair
came out in a court hearing, she could be left with
nothing. It wasn't fair but it was the way it was.

Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate
thing he'd ever done in the fourteen years they'd know
each other. The 45 year old businessman suffered a massive
coronary one Friday afternoon while humping one of his new
20 year old secretaries. While she never really wanted
Collin dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman
was more than willing to take her freedom anyway she
could. And if nothing else, she could take some small
comfort knowing that Collin had left this life doing
something that he enjoyed.

Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings,
Arlene had inherited the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It
wasn't considered good manners in polite company to
discuss just how large that estate was, but it turned out
to be much more than Arlene knew. Secure in her financial
future, she had set out to enjoy her life.

At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had
rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette. They had been
close friends during their last two years at Washington
High, despite the difference in their ages. Quickly
reestablishing the confidences they once shared, Arlene
had confessed her new sexual preference.

She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that
she'd been aware of the delights of lesbian sex since the
days of their first friendship. In another reality, the
two women might have now become lovers in a passionate but
brief affair. But in the here and now, Jeanette was
involved in a relationship now going into it's fourth year
and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the
other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and
casual encounters. So the two women had become even closer
friends instead.

"I still can't get over this place." Jeanette said as she
finished her panorama of the room. "Who ever came up with
this place?"

Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett's Cove until
they switched planes in Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on
her. Originally she'd thought they were going to Jamaica.

"Take a look at the painting over on that wall." Arlene
said in response as she pointed to a large portrait
hanging over a fireplace.

Jeanette followed her friend's direction until she focused
on the image. The young woman in the painting appeared to
be in her mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that
stretched down to her waist was the first thing you
noticed, framing a creamy white complexion that in turn
was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The gown she wore
was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as
soft white as her face.

"That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy." Arlene said. "And this
house and just about everything around it for twenty miles
belongs to the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her
grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and
like so many others, he found it. Unlike most of the
families that established incredibly profitable
enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of
conscience. From the very beginning, he put part of every
dollar he made here back into the island. He built the
first hospital, then the school. His son continued the
tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the
island's young men and women off to colleges in the
States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had
degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40's and 50's,
San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy,
well educated population."

Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history
yet had never heard of this island until yesterday.

"That's just to give you a little broad background."
Arlene continued. "The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 
1928 when she was born right here in this house. Her
grandfather was so taken by her that first time he looked
at his newborn heir that he immediately christened this
cove - Scarlett's Cove. Back in those days, few people
said no to Sean McMurphy."

"But what's that got to do with this resort?" Jeanette
inquired.

"Patience, I'm getting to that." the older woman
continued. "Michael McMurphy only had two other children,
an older son, Sean Michael and a younger daughter, Mary.
Sean died in combat during World War II, so Scarlett was
now the oldest and heir apparent. By the early fifties,
Scarlett had already attended some of the best schools in
the world and took control of the day to day operations of
the family business.

While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited
both her father's and grandfather's business sense, it was
also apparent that she had a spirit that really didn't fit
into the somewhat conservative 1950's. Even more so, it
was noticed more and more that she spent most of her time
in the company of other young women and there was a
definite lack of male companionship in her life. This
wasn't for lack of offers, as you can see from that
portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but
not too loudly and definitely not within earshot of "Big
Mike" McMurphy.

A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to
do a story about Scarlett that all but called her a dyke
in print. Legend has it that the owner of that magazine
was visited late one night by some friend's of "Big Mike".
No one really knows what really happened but the story
never saw print and the company went out of business
within six months.

Scarlett continued to run the family business until the
mid seventies when she suddenly turned control over to her
two nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and retired to
the island. A year later she opened Scarlett's Cove. A
place where women like her could come and be themselves
for a week or two, away from a prying world."

"That's incredible." Jeanette said. "She must've led one
interesting life. "

"Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still runs the
place."

Arlene didn't answer, she just turned her had back to the
nearby portrait and took another long hard look.

Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when
she saw a familiar face. It wasn't that she knew the woman
personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the
world over - Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She
again leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out.

"I know." she whispered back. "This is my third trip here
and you'd be surprised who I've seen here. That's the
beauty of it all, no one ever talks about this place."

Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one
of those supermarket tabloids had come to the island and
had somehow gotten pictures of a senator's wife who was
also here. The senator was planning a go for the
presidency this year. All it took was a simple phone call
to the editor of that magazine, who incidentally had also
been a guest at one time, and the story simply
disappeared.

Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities
that Jeanette had missed. One was C. K. Lane, another
popular singer who was no surprise since she had long ago
publicly declared her lesbianism. The second was a great
surprise as Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the
nationally known newsanchor. Jeanette never would have
guessed.

Part Two

"Can I get you ladies anything else?" a sweet voice said
from behind Jeanette. "Some dessert, perhaps?"

The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island
woman standing at her shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin
gave her a exotic look which was only added to by her long
black hair. What set her apart from many of the woman here
was that she was topless. All she wore was a piece of
white material wrapped around her waist like a skirt.

Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests
practiced it outside of the beaches. Jeanette couldn't
help but admire the dark nipples only a few inches from
her face. Arlene had explained to her that none of the
employees were under any obligation to fraternize with the
guests, but at the same time there were no rules against
it if they wanted to. Money never entered the picture
because none of the guests carried any and any employee
that tried to solicit it was immediately fired.

"No, not right now." Arlene said as she gave the young
woman a broad smile. "Maybe later..... Mae." she added as
she read the girl's name off the small plastic name clip
she used to keep the makeshift skirt in place.

Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that
dessert was definitely a possibility.

"You're incorrigible." Jeanette noted with a laugh,
ignoring the fact that she was looking at the young woman
just as admirably.

"This is true." Arlene smiled back. "So it's a good thing
I don't have your job."

"How so?"

"Oh come on now." came Arlene's reply in a tone that was
half serious. "Every day you have a class full of sweet
young things hanging on your every word. Just by the law
of averages, a few of them have to be interested in, how
shall we put it, a little extracurricular exploration in
alternate lifestyles. Don't tell me you haven't at least
fantasized about it? Especially when the weather turns
warm and so much clothing comes off."

"I've learned to keep my personal and professional life
separate." Jeanette said in a flat voice.

"I think I've hit a nerve." Arlene shot right back."

Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped
to the small stage podium at the front of the hall and
picked up the microphone.

"If I can have your attention, Ladies." she began with a
chipped British accent. "The auction is going to begin in
about 15 minutes so if you could just finish up so the
kitchen girls can clear the tables."

The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across
the room. There was obvious excitement in the air.
Jeanette forgot her previous thought and instead asked
Arlene what this was all about.

"Well it's pretty simple." she began. "Ever see one of
those charity bachelor or bachelorette auctions, you know
where they auction off dates."

Arlene nodded agreement.

"Well, basically its the same thing. We don't carry money
of course, but anyone who want to participate can and then
settle up when they check out. The money goes to the
college scholarship fund and it's all really a lot of
fun."

"You've done this before." Jeanette asked.

"Last time I was here." came the reply with pride. "I went
for $450, pretty impressive if I say so myself."

"You never cease to amaze me." Jeanette said.

"I never cease to amaze myself." came the reply.

A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall
suddenly drew everyone's attention. At an unseen signal,
two tall woman standing by the wide double door pulled
them open.

"If you were really fascinated by that story about
Scarlett McMurphy, then here's your chance to meet her."
Arlene said as she spotted a familiar procession.

Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved
across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they
moved and to both women's delight their path would take
them right by their table.

About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of
the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at
Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5'10", something that was
impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks
were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that
had been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was
still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her
body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of
her portrait, but it still wasn't that of a 68 year old
woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn't have
gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed
bright green eyes that had lost none of the fire or
intelligence of her younger days.

It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette
realized that they were stopping at her table.

"It's so good to see you again, Arlene dear." Scarlett
said. "You must find time to stop by my office tomorrow
afternoon and we can discuss the new school."

"Of course." Arlene replied.

While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of
the fortune she's inherited on schools and such, she never
knew her interest extended this far. At the moment, she
was more interested in the two young women who accompanied
Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from
earlier and both were as amply endowed. What set them
apart was that neither was a native. One was tall, blonde
and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both
appeared to be in their early twenties.

Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have
fun and continued onto the stage. Once they were out of
earshot Jeanette mentioned the two young women and asked
of they were some sort of honor guard.

"In a way," Arlene answered. "They're her bedmates for
this week."

"What?"

"From what I understand, Scarlett's slept with two women a
night since she was 30 years old. It's considered a great
honor, I've heard the waiting list is almost six months
long."

As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the
stage, the auction began. The first contestant was a
pretty young blonde in her twenties. She went quickly for
$300 dollars.

Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in
her early 40's. The schoolteacher quietly remarked that
the woman had a lot more guts than she did, getting up
there in front of everyone like that. Surprisingly she
went for only forty dollars less than the young blonde.

As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette
jumped up in her seat. The resemblance was uncanny. It
took both a second and third look for her to finally
conclude that the Asian girl wasn't who she'd first
thought she was.

Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth
on the stage, Jeanette listened as the bidding went on. A
bid of $200 was quickly replaced by one of $250 and that
in turn by $300. The young woman was beautiful, there was
no disputing that. In the brief time it took her to
acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350. If she had
both the nerve and the money, Jeanette would tempted to
bid on her.

Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman who's name
the auctioneer had announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off
the small sarong she'd been wearing and now pranced in the
nude. The bidding immediately shot to $500.

Watching her little dance, Jeanette's mind began to wander
to a time just a little less than a year ago and to the
woman Keiko reminded her of so.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Emi, I'm home." Jeanette called out as she closed the
apartment door behind her. "You wouldn't believe the stunt
my class tried to pull on me today, it was old when I was
a junior."

The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her
that it would be a minute or two before Emi was out.
Picking up the mail from the small table by the door, she
began to flip through it as she stepped into the small
living room.

"Bills, bills, junk mail." she mused as she dropped onto
the well worn couch and tossed them onto the coffee table
one by one.

"Were does it all go?" she asked herself.

Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She
made a decent salary as a teacher, especially since she'd
gotten tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching
assistant. She'd do even better once she finished up those
last few credits she needed for her teaching certificate.

Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now
and it had been with the 25 year old Japanese woman that
she'd found contentment. It seemed like every day brought
something new and exciting.

"San Padre School District, San Padre, California. " she
read off the return address of a long white envelope that
was addressed to Emi. "I wonder what this was?" she mused
as she looked into the empty envelope.

The brunette didn't hear the soft footsteps of her
roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She suddenly
felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she arced
her head back to meet Emi's kiss. The pressure of the
younger woman's lips against her own was enough to bring a
pleasing tingle between her legs.

"Hi babe," she said as they broke the kiss.

"Hi lover," Emi said as the short haired woman swung her
body over the arm of the sofa and landed right on
Jeanette's lap. "I missed you."

Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue
against Jeanette's. The kiss lasted a long time, followed
by a second and third.

"My you're in a playful mood." Jeanette grinned. "What's
brought this on?"

"I missed you that's all." Emi whispered into Jeanette's
ear, kissing it as well. "And I've been wanting to give
you something all afternoon."

Emi again cupped Jeanette's firm breasts and squeezed them
gently, massaging them. She could fell the large pink
nipples begin to stiffen under the plain white bra her
lover wore under her conservative school attire. She again
kissed Jeanette lightly.

"Nice." she asked.

"Nice." Jeanette agreed.

Part Three

Soft fingers quickly moved down the starched white blouse
the teacher wore, undoing buttons as they went. As it fell
open, Emi slid her hand alongside the smooth skin of
Jeanette's stomach and then up under the elastic strap of
her bra.

"Emi...." Jeanette moaned softly.

"Shhh," Emi replied, touching her love's lips with an
outstretched finger. "Just lay back and relax, I'm going
to take care of everything."

A practiced touch undid the front clasp of her bra,
freeing access to the large soft mounds beneath. Emi took
the erect pink nipples between her fingers and tweaked
them. Then she leaned forward and kissed each one, lightly
caressing the tip of each with her tongue.

The short haired oriental took a step back off the couch
and pulled her oversized blue T-shirt up over her head.
The shirt had been all she was wearing. Bringing her hands
to her chest, she briefly stroked the small round orbs
that protruded there. Her small nipples were a dark brown
but the nipples no less erect.

Between her legs was a tiny black triangle, almost the
only hair on her entire body. Although 25 years old, the
woman still had the body of a teenage girl or as Jeanette
had remarked many times - a wood nymph.

Emi returned her attention to Jeanette and eased her down
onto the couch. Her mouth now sought out her breasts and
began to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them
with wetness. Jeanette shivered at the touch of Emi's lips
on her smooth flesh as her tongue once more teased
Jeanette's large nipples. Each lick bringing them to a new
hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and
nibble sent waves through Jeanette, causing her to emit
soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Emi.

Emi reached down between Jeanette's legs and under her
skirt, tracing her finger against the panty covered
outline of her mound. Then she pushed aside the thin
material, ripping it in the process and moved to the
center of the mound rubbing against it. As her soft finger
became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid
it between the folds. A louder gasp escaped Jeanette's
lips as Emi slid the finger in and out, soon following it
with a second.

Emi licked each nipple a final time and them moved her
head down Jeanette's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her
way, pausing only long enough to pull the short blue skirt
up around her waist. Lower and lower she kissed her way
until she reached the edge of Jeanette's wetness. Then the
dark haired woman kissed one thigh, then the other.
Finally she kissed the center of Jeanette's ecstasy.

"Oh yes....Jeanette said as she reached down and guided
Emi's head. "It feels so good...."

The smell of Jeanette's crotch made Emi lightheaded, she'd
waited all day for this. She reached out and parted the
wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them,
driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored
the taste, a taste she knew would be hard to do without.

"Oh God, Emi," Jeanette said as her body jumped at the
touch. "I can't remember that last time it felt so
wonderful."

Encouraged, Emi moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Jeanette's clit. She alternated between her
finger and her tongue, driving Jeanette wilder with each
stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Jeanette reached
down and held her younger lover's head between her legs,
then lurched forward with each movement of Emi's tongue.

Unable to use her hands any longer, Emi reached behind and
grabbed Jeanette's ass cheeks. Never missing a beat, she
slid a cum lubricated finger into her anus. Jeanette let
out a loud moan as she felt it penetrate. Then Emi
withdrew the finger and reinserted it, finger fucking her
ass.

Jeanette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself
nearing climax. Emi could taste the increase in girljuice
and opened her mouth while at the same time she drove it
deeper.

The small Japanese woman was soon rewarded with a gusher
of girljuice, so much that her face was soon covered with
it. She held Jeanette tight as the teacher screamed out
loud and trashed about it ecstasy. It'd been a long time
since she'd had a sexual release of this magnitude.

Emi continued to lick Jeanette's pussy and slowly finger
fuck her ass, stopping only when her lover finally laid
still. She then withdrew her finger but continued to lick
between her legs, but softly now, taking the time to clean
her thighs of delicious girlcum.

"That was wonderful." Jeanette said in a breathless voice.
"I feel so alive....so exhilarated."

"I'm glad," Emi said as she brought herself up to a
sitting position. "I've wanted to do that for so very
long."

Jeanette reached out and pulled Emi close to her. She
kissed her, tasting her own cum in Emi's mouth. She found
it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for several
minutes, licking droplets of sweet girljuice from her
face.

"I love you Emi," She whispered as she kissed her softy.
"I want every day to be just like this one."

So lost had Jeanette been in the euphoric afterglow of
their encounter, she failed to notice the way Emi's body
had shuddered when she had said that.

It wasn't until the next day that Emi mentioned the empty
envelope Jeanette had found the day before. She'd been
offered a job in California. The San Padre School District
was more interested in the fact that she was proficient in
both Japanese and English than the fact that she was still
a few credits shy of her certificate. They were in such
desperate need of teachers with that ability, due to the
influx of new Japanese families in the area, that they
were offering her a full teachers salary while she worked
as an assistant. In addition, they'd give her time off to
finish school. The offer was just too good to pass up.
She'd never get another chance like this one.

Emi had suggested that Jeanette come with her and try and
get a teaching job out there as well. At least that way
they'd be together. But she knew Jeanette wouldn't go. Her
life was here, she just couldn't leave it all and start
over.

Emi had moved out that Monday. Over the intervening
weekend they hadn't made love again. Over the next few
months they'd spoken to each other on the phone a few
times and exchanged letters as well. Then in March had
come the letter that said she had met another woman.
Jeanette had stopped writing after that.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Absorbed in her memories, Jeanette didn't hear the British
born auctioneer announce the winning bid of $950 for
Keiko's company. In fact, it wasn't until the dark skinned
mistress of ceremonies announced the next contestants name
a third time that she finally heard it. And even then she
knew that there had been some kind of mistake.

"Jeanette Randolph." she repeated again over the address
system.

"There has to be some kind of mistake." she said, turning
to Arlene.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." her friend said, her grin
spread ear to ear. "I entered you in the auction."

"You what!" Jeanette exclaimed.

"Come on, it'll be fun." Arlene enjoined.

"I can't do this."

"Of course you can." Arlene insisted. "Just go up there
and have a little fun. God knows you can use it. Who knows
you might get lucky."

"I can't go up there, it's too embarrassing." the brunette 
went on. "What if no one bids on me?"

"You're selling yourself short." said Arlene. "Even so,
I'll bid on you and I already asked a friend to bid on you
too and I'll pay her back. Even if no one else bids, which
I doubt, we'll make sure you get a respectable bid. Now go
have fun!"

"Jeanette Randolph." came the fourth and final call. "Are
you out there Jeanette?"

Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and stepped forward. A
round of applause followed her. As she got halfway there
she paused and looked back at Arlene. She was leading the
applause.

"Are you nervous?" the announcer asked as she took her
place on the stage.

"Yes." she said awkwardly.

"Well don't worry, just have fun." the dark woman said.
"And remember, it's for the kids."

"Ladies, before I take the first bid, I just want to take
a moment to acknowledge Jeanette's courage in coming up
here." the announcer said into her mike. "Up until we
called her name, she didn't know her friend had entered
her in the auction."

That brought another round of applause, ended only when
she called for the first bid.

"$100." Arlene called out.

"$125." called out her friend, Kate.

"$150." called out a third woman.

"$200." Arlene bid as she smiled, glad that at least
someone else was bidding.

"$250." came a bid from a new voice.

"$300." shouted a voice familiar to Arlene.

What Arlene didn't tell Jeanette was that she had more
than one ringer in the bidding. Even before they had come
down to the island, Arlene had found someone who she
believed would be the perfect match for her friend. In the
ten months since Emi had left, Jeanette hadn't gone out on
a single date. In fact, her only sexual release had been
her own left hand and the half dozen occasions when they'd
slept together. Sex with Jeanette had been truly great,
there was no denying that. But it was the mark of an
enduring friendship that made Arlene want something more
for her friend. She had set up this whole trip to get her
together with Diane.

"$350." Arlene bid.

The plan was for the three of them to drive the price up
to $450, the price that she had told Jeanette that she had
been sold at and them have Diane bid $50 more.

"$400." called out Kate.

"$450." Arlene countered.

There was a long moment of silence and then Diane called
out.

"$500."

"Well I guess that's it." Arlene said to herself in a
pleased voice.

"$600." called the voice of the woman who had first bid
$150.

Diane looked over to Arlene who was trying to see past the
crowd for the unseen bidder. The bid was too high for
her to continue without it seeming suspicious to
Jeanette. She nodded to Diane to keep bidding.

"$650." Diane waved.

"$800." came the other voice.

"I don't know who that woman is," Arlene thought, "but
she's screwing up all my plans."

Catching Diane's eye, Arlene held up her index finger.
That should knock the mystery woman out of the bidding.

"$1,000." Diane shouted as a murmur filled the room.

The echo of her bid didn't even have time to fade before
it was superseded.

"$2,000" called out her rival. "And I'll match any bid
after that."

Dead silence gripped the room. People shifted position and
Diane lost sight of Arlene. Without specific
instructions, there was no way she was going to top
that bid.

"Anyone else?" the amazed auctioneer asked as the still
calm continued. "Going once, ........going
twice......Sold!"

The room erupted in a thunderous applause.

"I thank you and the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund thanks
you." she added.

Part Four

It took a few minutes for the room to calm down and the
next contestant to make her way to the stage. Jeanette was
stunned by what had happened. How could Arlene have done
this to her? How could she have embarrassed her so?

"Well I hope you're happy?" she said with a trace of anger
in her voice as she got back to the table. "You just had
to put in the winning bid didn't you. Couldn't resist
showing how much money you could bid!"

"What are you talking about?" Arlene said.

"The winning bid, you just had to drive it all the way
up."

"Well, I have news for you, girlfriend" Arlene replied,
realizing now that Jeanette couldn't tell who was bidding
what from up on stage. "That wasn't my bid and it didn't
come from anyone I know either."

"What?" Jeanette said in astonishment. "Are you telling me
that was for real? That someone actually bid that much
money for me?!?!"

'You got it!"

With that, Jeanette fell back into her chair in shock.

"Excuse me." said Mae who had suddenly appeared at their
table.

"Yes." Arlene said, again returning the young woman's
smile.

"The lady who put the winning bid on Ms. Randolph here
said she had to leave suddenly." the young girl said. "But
she asked me to give you this."

Jeanette hesitated a moment before taking the offered
note. Carefully she unfolded the small paper and read the
carefully printed words.

"What does it say?" Arlene asked.

"It says, please meet me by the waterfall pool at 11:00."
Jeanette read. "It's simply signed E."

"Are you going to go?" asked Arlene.

"How can I not, the woman paid $2,000 to meet me."
Jeanette said as she folded the paper back into a square.
"I have to go if only to find out why?"

"Do you want me to go with you?" Arlene suggested.

"No, I'll be OK. Besides, I'm sure you have other plans."
she added as she looked again at Mae.

"It's just like any other blind date." Jeanette said to
herself as she walked along the shoreline. "Except that I
haven't been on a date in seven years and never a blind
one."

The warm evening had given way to a equally warm night and
a clear sky revealed a ebony blanket sprinkled with stars.
If nothing else, this place was certainly romantic. In the
distance, Jeanette could hear the music of the disco still
going strong. It would go on that way until 1 am.

Checking her watch, Jeanette saw that it was quarter after
ten, she had plenty of time to walk over to the falls. She
took a look at herself in the water's reflection. Smiling,
she had to admit that the image was still as physically
attractive as a few years before. It was only her self-
image that had suffered, and that was mostly in the last
nine months.

"Damn it, Arlene is right." she said to the gentle breeze.
"I've got to put Emi behind me and get on with my life."

Undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, the brunette
opened it up enough to give a view of her ample braless
breasts. Might as well make a good impression she laughed.

"Wearing my blouse like this, I really should wear my
locket." Jeanette thought. It was originally her
grandmother's and she had always worn it for luck. "If I
hurry, I could stop by the room and pick it up."

The area around the small living rooms was pretty
deserted, most of the guests were still out having fun.
The quarters Arlene and her shared were on the second
floor and she quickly moved up the outside stairs. Once in
the small three room apartment, she quickly got her locket
and was already on the way out when she heard a noise from
Arlene's room. Curious, she decided to take a quick peek.

The scene that greeted her wasn't unexpected but it still
surprised her. She'd seen Arlene nude a good many times,
after all they'd been occasional lovers. Yet the sudden
sight of her with another woman was incredibly exciting.

Arlene was on her knees with her back to the door.
Standing above her, equally nude with her arms and legs
spread wide was Mae. Her old friend had her face pressed
hard against the young woman's pussy. After having been on
the receiving end more than a few times, Jeanette didn't
need either the look of rapture on Mae's face or the soft
moans she was uttering to know how enjoyable Arlene's
darting tongue could be.

Jeanette had never really been interested in voyeurism but
found the scene fascinating. If she didn't have a pressing
appointment, she'd be tempted to stay and watch. As
sexually charged as she felt as this moment, she might
even have thought about joining in.

Quickly and as quietly as she could, Jeanette backed out
of the room. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused
and looked back.

"Have fun, love." she whispered.

11:00 came quick enough and Jeanette stood at the edge of
the waterfall pool. She hadn't felt this nervous since she
was 16. A minute went by, then two and three. Then
suddenly a voice from behind.

"I'm sorry I'm late." said a soft voice from the shadows.

Jeanette turned to the sound of the voice but couldn't
make out the speaker. It was another few seconds before
she stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the
nearby torches.

"Hi Jeanette." the blonde woman said, a warm friendly
smile on her face.

The woman was an inch or two shorter than Jeanette, as
well as about 8 or 9 years younger. She had a slim tanned
body, graphically illustrated by the same loose skirt Mae
had work. The only difference was that she wore a bikini
top which barely contained a 36c chest. Jeanette didn't
recognize the woman but something about her seemed
familiar.

"It's nice to see you again." the woman said.

"Again?" the older woman asked. "You mean again after the
auction, right?"

"Well, that too." she replied. "But I was thinking more of
a long time ago."

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you." Jeanette said. "Are you
sure you don't have me mixed up with someone else."

"I don't think so." she said as she came closer. "Jeanette
Ann Randolph, you teach history at Washington High School
in Arrow Lake, NY and you've been there for the last 11
years."

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Jeanette's mind raced. It was
her worst nightmare come true. Someone who knew her from
back home.

"Relax, I'm a friend." the woman added when she saw the
sudden look of panic on the teacher's face.

"Who are you?' Jeanette demanded. "This isn't longer funny
any longer."

"Do you remember Elaine Gluszczak?" she asked.

"Elaine Gluszczak..." Jeanette repeated as she rolled the
name over in her mind. "Just wait a second, I know that
name."

It took a little while for her to make the connection,
then it came like a bursting dam.

"6 years ago, honors history." Jeanette said triumphantly.
"I remember her now, very intelligent young girl. If I
remember right she went to MIT on a scholarship."

"You still have a good memory." she replied.

"I still don't get it, are you a friend or relative?"
Jeanette asked.

"Good on memory, short on deductive reasoning." the woman
laughed. "I am Elaine."

"You're Elaine?" the teacher said in disbelief.

"Yes, I'm Elaine." she said, now only a foot away.

"Elaine I apologize, but I really didn't recognize you."

"Few people who knew me back then would." Elaine laughed
again. "Not unless I put back my glasses and then also put
back on an extra 60 or 70 pounds."

The mental picture of the younger Elaine abruptly filled
Jeanette's mind. She was a short plump girl with few
friends but a brilliant mind. Jeanette had made it her
business to become her friend and help her explore the
potential of her mind. She hadn't really thought of Elaine
in years, there'd been so many students since. Yet at the
time she and the young girl had almost been as close as
Arlene and her had been in her younger days.

"Elaine, I don't understand all this." Jeanette said. "Why
all of this auction stuff, if you wanted to say hello why
didn't you just come up to me and say hello."

"I guess I wanted to make an impression." she answered.

"But $2,000 to make an impression!" Jeanette said in
amazement. "If I recall you went to MIT on a scholarship,
your family was barely making ends meet."

"That's right, a scholarship you helped me get. But don't
worry about the two grand, I was planning to donate five
to the scholarship fund anyway."

"Five thousand?" Jeanette repeated. Despite her friendship
with Arlene, she still wasn't used to dealing with sums
like that.

"Let me explain it quickly, have you ever heard of a
company called Startech?"

"That's one of those software companies, isn't it." she
answered. "I read about it in one of those articles about
the Internet in Time."

"That's the one." Elaine replied. "Well anyway, I formed
that company in my senior year at MIT along with two of my
classmates. When it went public last year, my share of the
stock added up to just a little under twelve million."

"Well that certainly explains the how, but not the why."

"That's pretty simple too." Elaine continued, her voice
wavering for the first time. "There were two things I
never told you back in high school. The first since I'm
here at the resort should be pretty obvious."

Jeanette nodded in understanding.

"The other thing is that ever since I was 17, I was and I
guess still am, in love with you."

There was a long pause before Jeanette could manage to say
a word. Even then, she simply said.

"We have to talk."

Part Five

Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on one of the beach
benches and listened to Elaine's tale. It was both the
most incredible and at the same time tragic story she had
ever heard.

"After my first year at college, I came back to Arrow Lake
to see you." Elaine continued. "All through high school I
was certain that you had in interest in women, but I never
had the nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 I'd found
that nerve."

Jeanette listened intently, it was like hearing a replay
of her own life.

I stopped by your house one day just before you got home
and waited outside. When your car finally pulled up and
you got out, I became certain about three things. The
first was that yes, you were a lesbian. The second was
that the oriental girl you were with was your lover. And
finally, the last thing was "why would I ever have thought
that you or anyone else was ever going to be interested in
a fat ugly girl like me."

"Elaine, the first two were definitely true." Jeanette
interjected. "But never the third was never, ever true. If
I never realized your interest in me it was because of
your age, never because of what you might have looked
like."

"Well, true or not, I believed it. Thankfully I turned
that anger into a positive thing. I learned to spend as
much time developing my body as I did my mind. Not a bad
result, huh."

"No, not a bad result at all." Jeanette said. "In fact, I
think you're beautiful."

"I've waited six years to hear you say that." Elaine said.
"It was worth it."

"So now what?' the older woman asked.

"All of my life, I've been a great believer in the concept
of divergence points. That you have certain points in your
life where different elements come together and you can
change your destiny. If I hadn't waited for you that
afternoon and saw you and your lover, I wouldn't have
started taking better care of my body. If I hadn't pulled
over one night to help a couple of students stranded with
a flat tire, I wouldn't have met John and Sally, my
partners at Startech. The key is to learn to recognize
those turning points."

"And can you?"

"Not with certainly, but sometimes too many different
things come together to just be a coincidence. I was
already leaving the banquet hall when they called your
name. When I heard it, I was intrigued enough to come back
in to see who also had that name. I never expected it to
actually be you. Then when I asked one of the waitresses
about the woman you were with and found out that she was
just your friend, I knew that I had an opportunity to
again change destiny. The rest you know ."

"Which leads us to where?"

"Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me the
opportunity to do this." Elaine said.

With that, she pressed forward and kissed Jeanette on the
lips, bringing with that kiss, a half dozen years of
unrequited love.

Elaine was prepared to have all it all end here, her
hopes, her dreams, a thousand nights of fantasy. All she
wanted was this moment.

The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough to give Jeanette
the option of continuing or pulling away. When it ended,
Elaine paused for a moment, then kissed her again.

Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her tongue between her
lips and pressed it against Jeanette's. Excitement ripped
through her as she felt the other woman's lips part to
admit it. When their tongues met, a jolt of electricity
passed between them.

More kisses followed, alternating between quick soft
kisses and long soulful ones. Their hands slid up and down
each other's bodies, delighting with each others touch.

Softly rubbing her hand against the moist mound between
Jeanette's long legs, Elaine began to match the action of
her fingers with that of her tongue. Soft expressions of
delight began to issue from the older woman.

Taking the quiet moans as encouragement, Elaine reached up
with her other hand and undid the buttons of Jeanette's
blouse. The small buttons quickly gave way, exposing the
large pale pink breasts beneath.

Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine reached out and
placed her hands against her melon sized mounds. The
nipples were rock hard and the touch of her slender
fingers sent shivers through the older woman's body. The
younger woman experimentally ran her fingers back and
forth across them, delighting in the sweet sounds
emanating from her former teacher's throat.

Elaine reached back and pulled at the small bow that held
her bikini top in place. It instantly fell away, revealing
firm round globes as deeply tanned as the rest of her
body. It only took another touch to undo the clip that
held the skirt. Even in the moonlight it was apparent that
Elaine made a habit of sunbathing totally nude.

Elaine looked into her mentor's eyes, quickly loosing
herself in their deepness. She couldn't resist kissing
Jeanette one more time.

While their tongues slide back and forth, Elaine cupped
Jeanette's breasts. Then she bent down and replaced her
hands with her mouth. The caress of her warm mouth sent a
string of encouragement running from Jeanette's lips. Her
speech was so low that Elaine couldn't understand
everything she was saying. The tone however, was
unmistakable. That and the slight pressure against
Elaine's head as she was again guided to the hard dark
pink nipples.

Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running
her tongue in circles around the wide areola. Then she
began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva
marked the trail of her tongue as it moved down Jeanette's
stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went,
nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Her fingers
griped the elastic of Jeanette's shorts and pulled them
around her ankles. Without conscious thought, Jeanette
stepped out of them.

Reaching the now thoroughly saturated panties, Elaine took
a moment to relish the aroma. An aroma she imagined on
countless lonely nights. She kissed each thigh, again and
again, before moving on to her prize.

Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain white pants,
gliding across the priceless pearl with a gentle
reverence. She kissed the object of her desire though the
thin wet material, then slowly eased off Jeanette's
panties.

It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving
caress. She could feel Jeanette's body react to each
stroke as she ran her tongue across her clit over and
over.

Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as Elaine increased the
intensity of her tongue's attack. She slid her free hand
down between her own legs and slid first one, then two and
finally three fingers within herself. She quickly matched
the tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue.

Sweat ran down the older woman's body as she shook with
each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel the rising crest
within her and knew that her first orgasm in so many
months was near.

Elaine darted her tongue in and out of Jeanette's tunnel
of love, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up and
down the older woman's body to double. The harder Elaine
moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated Faster and
faster the waves washed over Jeanette, each bringing her
closer to an explosion . Tears ran down her cheeks as she
tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy
each second. With a yell, the history teacher climaxed as
she hadn't since that last night with Emi. Her body shook
for endless seconds as she took in every aspect of her
rapture. Elaine followed with her own much smaller orgasm
seconds later as her fingers covered with her wetness. A
much softer cry on her lips. "Oh my dear God." Jeanette
panted as she collapsed against Elaine's kneeing form.
"I've missed that so much." What she didn't say as she
hugged the younger woman was that it was the fulfillment
of her most forbidden sexual fantasy. That of having a
sexual encounter with one of her students. Arlene had been
so close to the mark earlier that evening it had scared
her. She was afraid to even talk about her fantasy. Both
women collapsed to the ground, entangled in each others
arms. Silently they laid there, caressing and kissing each
other's body. Finally, after what seemed an immeasurable
span, Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and softly
whispered. "My turn."

She hoped Elaine would forgive her for ignoring her
beautiful breasts, but she would make it up to her later.
All she wanted at this moment was to loose herself in the
fragrant scent of her womanhood.

Elaine seemed to sense this and reached down with her own
hands and spread her pussy lips apart. Without hesitation,
Jeanette dove in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing,
moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then she
brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to
fly through Elaine's shaking body.

Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaine's clit again and
again, striking it with a feverish feeling that made her
once forbidden lover feverish too. Feverish with desire
for more from this talented woman's tongue. .

Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned girl insane with
orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Elaine as she
sucked. Her protege was feeling her own breasts as she
moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the sand.

Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to come with sighs
and squeals. As she came she took her hands off her tits
and put them on the back of Jeanette's dark hair, pressing
her head deep into her pussy, telling her dream lover not
to stop until she had come with all her fury.

And come she did. With an orgasmic fury that superseded
Jeanette's explosion of only a short time before. Never
have she reached such a plateau with any previous lover.
Not even in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would
be this wonderful.

Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars, Elaine simply
moaned in quiet satisfaction, the tone of her voice not
reflective of the bodyquake assaulting her. Behind her
closed eyes, bursts of starlight blotted out the heavens.
As the ripples of passion began to fade, her only fear was
that it would never again been this good.

"Are you all right?" Jeanette finally asked when the young
woman failed to move after a few minutes.

"I have never felt so right." Elaine said as she lifted
herself up into a sitting position.

"I thought we were going to talk about this." Jeanette
said as she pulled up along her.

"I seem to remember you telling me once that actions speak
louder than words." Elaine replied. "And if I really
wanted something, I should reach out and grab it."

"I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble some
day." the teacher grinned.

"I hope we have this much trouble every night." Elaine
added. "We have six more nights here."

The statement hit Jeanette like a brick. The last few
hours she had been living in a fantasy world. She didn't
have Arlene's passion for casual flings. The thought that
this had been one of them now troubled her.

"And then we go back to our lives." Jeanette said, a touch
of sadness in her voice.

"I guess so, but you never know what the future will
bring." Elaine responded.

"If you say so." Jeanette said, her elation already
started to pale in the light of reality.

"Remember what I said before, that I was a real believer
about divergence points and how some things just seem to
fall in place."

"Yes." Jeanette answered, feeling more let down with each
passing moment.

"Well you might have noticed that new building they've
been putting up about a half mile from your apartment
complex in Arrow Lake, the one by Lake Drive."

"I've driven past it." the now confused woman replied.

"Well I guess you've never looked at the sign in front."

Jeanette just looked more confused.

"Future home of Startech" Elaine smiled. "I made the
decision to move back home months ago. See what I mean
about things coming together at the right place and the
right time."

"I....I don't know what to say." Jeanette said, her face
lighting up once more.

"Well, even after the building opens next month, I still
have to find a place to sleep. Think you can help me with
that?"

"I think that together we could come up with something.'
Jeanette beamed, suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her
heart - a glow too long absent."

"Good, now that we've got that settled, shut up and kiss
me. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for."

And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and
the teacher the student.



Snowbound

Part One

by Ann Douglas

It was the Night Before Christmas....

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please have your
attention for a moment." the young man in the neatly
pressed blue suit said as he stepped in front of the
ticket counter. He had to repeat himself several times
before the din of the crowd subsided enough for him to be
heard.

"Oh shit, this can't be good." Ilyssia Giordano thought as
she took note of the all too artificial smile on the man's
face. "I knew I should have taken the flight out
yesterday." She chided herself. Her father always told her
it was bad luck to travel on Christmas Eve.

In a more perfect world, she would've taken a flight out
of Chicago yesterday, and by this time would be on her way
to the Bahamas. Instead, she'd been sitting here in O'Hare
Airport, spending the day before Christmas watching the
snow pile up on the runways for the last four hours. There
was no way she was ever going to make her connectioning
flight in New York. Peter Sullivan, a fellow Associate in
her office, had invited her to spend the holidays with him
in a much warmer climate. A glance at her watch reminded
her that he would be leaving JFK at 06:30 - three hours
from now.

"I'm afraid I've got some bad news, folks." the man from
the airlines said, now that he had everyone's attention.
"The weather people now say the storm won't let up until
well after midnight. The earliest take off times we're
looking at are tomorrow morning."

"Fuck!" Ilyssia said out loud without realizing that she
had.

The volume of her outburst brought a disapproving look
from the old woman standing next to her. At first, Ilyssia
thought she would offer an apology, then her anger get the
better of her.

"Screw you lady!" the 24 year old blond thought. "You'd be
pissed off too if you just traded Christmas Eve on the
warm beaches of Nassau for the snowy streets of Chicago."

When the older woman continued her stare, Ilyssia
whimsically stuck her tongue out at her.

"Well, I never..." the old woman stammered.

"Well, maybe that's your problem." Ilyssia said to her,
unable to resist such an old but well used line.

With that, Ilyssia's antagonist walked away in a huff.

"Well that was fun." Ilyssia thought, "Now what do I do?"

It suddenly occurred to her that since she had checked out
of her hotel this morning, she had nowhere to stay in
Chicago. With the airport, as well as practically every
other form of transport in the city, shut down, it was
going to be impossible to find someplace to stay. Glancing
out the large window, Ilyssia concluded that even if she
could find a place, there was no way a cab was going to
make it through those streets.

"Looks like I'm sleeping here." she said quietly to
herself as she ran her hand across her pinned backed hair,
rubbing the back of her neck as she remembered the last
time she had to sprawl out on one of those hard lounge
chairs.

At least the trip isn't a total loss, the young woman
reassured herself. The extra day she'd spent in Chicago
had helped secured her the Davidson account. Seeing as it
was worth a half million dollars a year to her firm in
advertising fees, she could look forward to a very warm
reception from old man Wilson and the rest of the board
when she got back to New York. That and a really big
Christmas bonus.

Most everyone in the office had written off Davidson
Electronics, knowing that a rival firm had made them a
better offer. That was why they were willing to let an
Associate make her own presentation. After all, who wanted
to hustle off to the Midwest a few days before Christmas
on a lost cause. Well she had showed them.

Thinking of the office, Ilyssia thought she should at
least call Peter and let him know she was never going to
make it. No sense him taking a chance that he might miss
his plane waiting for her. Swallowing her disappointment,
she headed for the phone bank.

Ten minutes later, Ilyssia's disappointment had turned to
pure rage. Of course everyone in the office was overjoyed
by her success with Davidson, but the key phase there was-
everyone in the office. It only took Sally Levin, the
receptionist who answered the phone two minutes to mention
that Peter had left for the airport over an hour and a
half before. More importantly, he hadn't left alone. Not
waiting to even see if Ilyssia was going to be able to get
back in time, Peter had offered her ticket to Jennifer
Maris.

"That bitch!" Ilyssia thought as she slammed down the
phone. She could imagine the silicone breasted redhead
taking her place on the plane, in the Bahamas, and in
Peter's bed.

It wasn't that Jennifer would be humping Peter that so
offended Ilyssia. After all, even though she and Peter had
gone out a few times, ending up in bed together the
following morning-it had always been a casual thing. What
really pissed her off was the fact that Jennifer would be
screwing him on her bed, on her beach, and on her
vacation!"

Spending the next hour and a half roaming the airport,
Ilyssia despaired of finding even a halfway comfortable
place to sack out. More seasoned travelers had already
staked out the more comfortable spots. In addition, she
felt guilty about antagonizing that old woman.

"A great way to spend Christmas," she thought." She's
probably a grandmother with a dozen grandkids."

Up ahead, she saw one of those volunteer Santas,
collecting money for poor kids. She could see that the
Santa was an older man, with an actual white beard. The
traditional setting made her think of happier holidays
back home.

Passing the Santa, she saw that his iron pot only held a
handful of change. Dropping two tens in his pot bought her
a very cheery Merry Christmas as well as a somewhat
soothed conscience.

"Thank you very much, young lady." the Santa had said. "I
wish for you, the Merriest Christmas ever."

With a brighter step, she continued her odyssey, this take
taking the time to notice all the Christmas displays and
humming along with the carols being played over the PA
system.

"Robby, you're a life saver." the salt and pepper haired
man said into the receiver of a pay phone. "I'll expect
you in about an hour."

The small piece of conversation on the other side of the
wall caused Ilyssia to stop in mid-step. It struck a
familiar cord.

Ilyssia was sure she knew that voice, but couldn't get a
good look at the owner. The high walls of the phone bank
hid his face. Carefully she made her way across the
obstacle course that was normally a thriving air terminal.

Try as she could, she just could it get a good look at him
as she moved. All she could tell was that he was tall,
nearly a good foot taller than her five foot four frame.
Dressed in an soft tan overcoat, the man looked much
younger than his years. Certainly not the fifty-two his
drivers license proclaimed him to be.

At the last second, Ilyssia realized that he had turned
the other way after hanging up the phone. By the time she
managed to get around another stack of piled up luggage,
he would be gone.

"Mr. O'Shaughnessey!" she called out as loud as she could,
waving her hand in the air to get his attention. Realizing
at the same moment that she was going to look pretty
stupid if she was wrong.

A smile filled her face as the tall man turned at the
sound of his name. He looked around for a moment,
perplexed as to who had called him.

"Mr. O'Shaughnessey!" Ilyssia repeated, this time getting
his attention.

Seeing the rather attractive young woman waving to him,
Sean Michael O'Shaughnessey was more than a little
confused. He had no idea who she was, or what she could
want with him.

"Mr. O'Shaughnessey, I can't believe I'm running into you
here of all places." Ilyssia grinned as she caught up to
the older man.

"Excuse me, Miss." he smiled, ever the gentleman. "Can I
help you with something?"

The look of puzzlement on his ever so familiar features
cause Ilyssia to laugh. It had after all been at least two
years since he had seen her last. And while he hadn't
appeared to have changed a bit, she had definitely
undergone a renaissance.

"You really don't recognize me, do you?" she laughed.

"I'm not sure," came his reply. "I think...."

Then it hit him. She was a lot slimmer than the last time
he'd seen her, and the hair wasn't blond back then-more a
dirty brown. And of course that flawless smile had been
hidden by a set of braces.

"Lisa Giordano!" Sean exclaimed in recognition. "Well look
at you, I can't believe it!"

"Boy, it's been a long time since anyone's called me
Lisa." she smiled. "I use Ilyssia now.

"I remember how you used to hate that name." Sean
chuckled.

"Well, I sort of grew into it." she smiled back.

"So you did." he agreed. "I can't get over how much you've
changed."

"Well, it was like you always told me, Mr.
O'Shaughnessey." she replied. "You just have to believe in
yourself and not worry about what anyone else thinks of
you."

"Did I say that?" Sean laughed. "I must've been quite a
smart fellow once upon a time. And you can do away with
all that Mr. O'Shaughnessey stuff, you're all grown up
now. I answer to either Sean or hey you."

"Okay Sean it is then. You were that and a lot more." she
answered back.

Back when Ilyssia Giordano had been just plain Lisa, she
had been friends with Kimberly O'Shaughnessey, Sean's
youngest daughter. As a matter of fact, she'd even been
the maid of honor at Kimberly's wedding four years back. A
fact that surprised her at the time since she had once
dated the groom. But it hadn't seem to matter to Kim at
the time.

As warm as the memories of her friendship with Kimberly
were, they paled against those involving Sean
O'Shaughnessey. At one time or another, it seemed like he
was a 'favorite uncle' to almost every kid in the
neighborhood. He was never too busy to lend a helping
hand.

"So what brings you to Chicago?" Sean asked.

Ilyssia quickly told him all about the Davidson account,
and how, since they had all but written it off, they let
her fly out here to take one last stab at it. Sean seemed
quite impressed that she had managed to sign them up. She
decided to leave out the part about Peter Sullivan and the
trip to the Bahamas. Sean was far from a prude, but she
didn't what him to think less of her for planning to shack
up with a casual friend for a few days of sun, fun and
sex.

"I always knew you'd accomplish great things." Sean
laughed. "Make all those old fogies sit up and take
notice."

Ilyssia was surprised to realize how much his admiration
suddenly meant to her.

"And how did you find yourself trapped here?" she asked in
return.

Sean explained that his company had a distribution problem
with their Chicago outlet and they needed to have it
straightened out before Christmas day. It was a small
matter really, but one which needed an on site approach
and couldn't be handled over the phones.

"But why you?" Ilyssia asked curiously, "After all, you're
one of the partners. I'm sure you have a lot of bright
young men who could've come out here and handled that."

"A lot of bright young women as well." Sean added,
reminding Ilyssia that he had offered her a job right out
of college as well. "But I really didn't feel right
pulling one of them away from their families so close to
Christmas. I really didn't have any plans other than
visiting the kids, so I hopped on the plane and here I
am."

Ilyssia smiled. That was so like him. Who ever said that a
nice guy couldn't run a successful business had never met
Sean O'Shaughnessey. With his two partners, he'd built a
small one town business into a multi-million dollar
company.

"You're never going to change." Ilyssia commented.

"I hope not." Sean replied. "I'm way too old to start
over. You know what they say about old dogs and new 
tricks."

"You are never going to be old." the blond girl laughed.

Sean laughed himself. "Tell that to my body," he grinned.
"My brain keeps insisting that it's still only 21 but my
body says otherwise. Sometimes very forcefully."

"Well it's really great running into you here." Ilyssia
said. "At least I have someone to talk to while we wait
out the storm."

"Wouldn't you rather have a warm bed somewhere to spend
the night?" Sean asked.

>From anyone else, Ilyssia would've immediately took that
as a pick up line. Seeing it came from Sean, the thought
never crossed her mind.

"I had a warm bed. Unfortunately I checked out of it to
try and catch the flight. If I hadn't been in such a
hurry, I'd still be there." She said. "And even if I could
get a cab in this mess, I doubt there'd be room at the
inn."

"Well, I know of a motel not far from here where I'm sure
you could get a room." Sean smiled. "In fact, I was on the
phone with the owner when you found me. He's holding a
room for me now and I'm sure he'd be able to come up with
something for you as well. We're old Army buddies. Let me
give him a call back."

"Looks like some things never change," Ilyssia grinned.
"You're still bailing the kids out of trouble."

A quick phone call told Sean that his friend was
unavailable at the moment, but that he'd sent one of his
workers out to the airport in a 4x4 to pick him up. They
should be there in about 45 minutes.

"Well I'm sure he'll be able to come up with something
once we get there." Sean said as he told Ilyssia. "What
say we get a cup of coffee and warm up while we wait."

"Sounds fine to me." Ilyssia said, the prospect of trading
a hard plastic chair for a soft bed already warming her
deep inside.

Luck was with them as they entered the closest shop. A
couple were just getting up from a booth. They ordered
coffee and spent a few minutes catching up. Ilyssia told
him all about life in New York, at least the sanitized
version that she normally told family members. She was
sure that Sean wouldn't react the same way as her parents
had when they learned that their 'little girl', as they
still referred to her, hadn't been a little girl since her
17th birthday. That was when she had let Tommy Mallory put
his thing inside of her. An event that happened more and
more frequently the older she got. Ilyssia was far from
what anyone could call promiscuous, but she was a sexually
aggressive woman and not afraid to go after what she
wanted.

Sean, in turn, brought her up to date on the doings in
Spring Valley. Ilyssia took in every word, surprising
herself at how interested she was in what her friends
lives were now like.

"And you know Kimberly had twins last summer." Sean was
saying as he sipped his coffee. "Johnny's taking over his
father's lumber business couldn't have come at a better
time."

The image of Johnny North, now Sean's son-in-law came to
mind. Of course the image that Ilyssia kept was much
different than the one carried in the older man's wallet.
In Ilyssia's image, Johnny was both naked and muscular,
holding a cock the size of which that you rarely saw
outside of a porno flick. If she learned nothing else
about Johnny during the spring they had been an item, it
was that he was equally fantastic in bed. No lover since
had equaled those two fantastic months. She envied her
friend when she considered that Kim had him in bed with
her every night.

Well, it had been her decision to end the relationship,
she reminded herself. As good as they were in bed
together, they shared much different dreams. Johnny had no
greater goal than to one day run the family business. A
goal she was now glad to hear he had reached. She, on the
other hand, had her sights set higher-and spending her
best years in Spring Valley wasn't part of the plan.

"And how is Amanda doing?" Ilyssia asked, immediately
realizing that she had made a stupid blunder.

"I hear she's doing fine." Sean said unemotionally, taking
another sip of his coffee.

"I'm sorry, I asked without thinking." she apologized.

"That's okay," he said. "She's someone you know and it's
only natural for you to ask about her." he paused a
moment, then added, "If you'll excuse me a few minutes, I
need to use the facilities. Another problem with growing
older." he grinned.

"Damn, that was stupid!" Ilyssia admonished herself. "How
could I ask him about Amanda. What was I thinking?"

Amanda Murphy O'Shaughnessey was Kimberly's mother and
Sean's wife of over 30 years. That was until their divorce
last year. They had been married when Sean was 18 and she
had just turned 17. Over three decades, they had raised 4
children and saw 6 grandchildren come into their life as
well. Then one day it all came apart. Rumor had it that
Sean came home unexpectedly one day and found Amanda in a
compromising position with one of her students. She was a
professor of English literature at the local community
college. No one in town was really sure, since Sean hadn't
made an issue of it at the divorce hearing. He had simply
said they had irreconcilable differences and Amanda hadn't
contested that statement.

Actually, one other person in Spring Valley did know what
happened. Amanda had frantically called her daughter right
after Sean walked out. Kimberly, needing someone to talk
to, someone she trusted but still distant enough to keep
anyone in town from knowing, had called Ilyssia in New
York.

Considering her own somewhat sexually adventurous
background, Ilyssia shouldn't have been shocked by the
story Kimberly confided in her-but she was. It wasn't the
sort of thing that she imaged happened in their home town.
Of course she was wrong about that. Things like that
happened in small towns everywhere. They just didn't get
talked about as much as in the big cities.

Sean had indeed found Amanda on the floor of their
basement party room with one of her students, both of them
wearing less clothes than you'd see on the beach.

What no one knew was that aside from the sandy haired 20
year old, who's cock was at that moment siding in and out
of the 48 year old woman's mouth, there was a second,
similarly clad, young man who was busy burying his own
cock between her legs. Standing beside them was a third
young man, totally naked and stroking his cock, eager to
join in on the fun.

A dozen possible actions had flashed through Sean's mind
as he beheld the orgy going on in his own home. The most
extreme of which was to grab the shotgun he kept in the
next room and blow them all to hell. Few people in this
small town would've convicted him under these
circumstances. Instead he simply stood there until he knew
Amanda had seen him. Then he simply turned and walked
away. He never came back to the house and never saw Amanda
again until the day of the divorce hearing. He had sent
his three sons to pack up all his things and move them
into a new house he rented.

What not even Kimberly understood was the real reason Sean
had simply walked out of a 30 year marriage. The obvious
reason, that his wife was screwing around on him was also
the wrong reason. Sean O'Shaughnessey was no innocent babe
in the woods, especially in sexual matters. Back when
they'd first been married, before the kids had started
coming with astonishing regularity, he and Amanda had led
a somewhat sexually adventurous life of their own. They
were young, and it was the 60's after all. They'd been at
parties where they'd swapped partners, had a third in bed
with them-of both sexes. Amanda had even had a brief same
sex affair during their second year of marriage. Then when
the first baby came, they both decided it was time to
settle down and put their games aside.

It was the knowledge that Amanda had started those games
without his knowledge that bothered him the most. He later
found out that she had been bedding students for the
better part of ten years. Yet even that he could've dealt
with. What he couldn't come to terms with was the fact
that she had come to him almost a year before and told him
that she no longer had any interest in having sexual
relations and she would appreciate it if he wouldn't make
any demands on her in that area.

It hadn't been a turn of events that he envisioned at that
point in their life together. After all, they'd had a
still active sex life. Still, it was a request he had to
respect. Amanda had hinted that if he felt that he had to 
go elsewhere to take care of his needs, she would
understand. But that wasn't the kind of man Sean
O'Shaughnessey was, as she well knew. So in spite of many
opportunities, since he was still an attractive man, he
had remained celibate since that day.

"I saw the jeep from the motel outside." Sean said as he
came back to the table. "We'd better get going."

They had stored their larger luggage in one of the lockers
and only took a small bag each. Better to travel light
since they would be back here in the morning.

The quarter mile trip to the motel took almost a half hour
in the bad weather. If it wasn't for their driver's skill
with the 4x4, they would've been involved in at least two
accidents. By the time they arrived, Sean wondered if
perhaps they might've been safer staying back at O'Hare.

"Here we are, safe and sound." the young woman behind the
wheel said as if she could read Sean's mind. "Watch your
step when you go up the walk, I know they salted it before
I left but it can still get icy in this wind."

Both Ilyssia and Sean thanked her for the ride and hurried
inside. Chicago was certainly living up to her nickname as
'the windy city'.

No sooner had they stepped inside and began to dust the
snow from their coats when the air was shattered by a
booming voice.

"Sean, you miserable old SOB, how the hell are you?"
called out the gray bearded man from behind the counter.

Sean smiled as the voice's owner spun around in his
wheelchair and rolled himself out from behind the counter,
quickly moving to shake Sean's hand.

"Damn, it's good to see you again." Bobby Wilson said as
he energetically pumped his friend's hand.

"Bobby, you look great." Sean replied with enthusiasm in
his voice. He released his friend's hand to instead give
him a bear hug.

Ilyssia watched as the two men embraced, wondering what
the relationship between them was. It was obvious that
they were close friends.  Sean had mentioned that they had
been Army buddies, but until an hour ago she couldn't have
imagined this gentle man in the military.

"And this is Lisa, I mean Ilyssia Giordano." Sean said as
he motioned to his companion.

"Any friend of Sean's is always welcome." Bobby said, the
wicked gleam in his eyes very evident to Ilyssia.

Part Two

"Did your desk clerk tell you that we'd need an extra room
for Ilyssia?" Sean asked.

"An extra room?" Bobby repeated. "No, he just told me that
you'd called and said that you were bringing a girl with
you. I just assumed that...."

Seeing where Bobby was headed, Sean quickly cut him off.

"Bobby, she's a friend of my daughter's." he said in a
lower tone. "I happened to run into her at the airport."

"Shit, Sean, I believe you." Bobby replied. "But even if
that idiot clerk had gotten your phone message straight, I
don't have another room to be had. I've even had my staff
quad up in order to rent out their rooms."

Sean turned and looked at Ilyssia for a moment, a look of
apology on his face.

"Of course I suppose I could give her my room and bunk in
with you." Bobby mused. "I did save you my best room, it's
up on the second floor."

Sean realized the offer Bobby was making. Ever since he
lost the use of his legs, Bobby never slept anywhere but
on the first floor of a building. He had a terrible fear
of fire and was forever worried about being trapped on the
second floor.

"No, Bobby, that won't be necessary." Sean said. "We'll
make do."

"I'll do it, you know that." Bobby said.

"I know you would, but I don't want you to." Sean said.

"All right, but you know how I feel about you, pal." Bobby
said. "If it wasn't for you, I'd be laying in a plot in
some Veteran's Cemetery instead of in this chair. It might
not have been a perfect life, but it's still a life."

The bearded man had caught Ilyssia's interest. He could
tell that she'd been wondering about the connection
between the two men.

"Don't let this old fart fool you." Bobby said to Ilyssia.
"He's one of the bravest men I've ever known."

"Bobby, let's not get into this." Sean said, somewhat
embarrassed.

"It was back in '65, when old LBJ was President." Bobby
said, determined to tell his story. "We were two of the
lucky one's who got to spend their summer vacations in
beautiful, tropical, South Vietnam."

Sean was now clearly annoyed but Ilyssia was totally
fascinated. Bobby was talking about names and places she's
only seen in a history book.

"We were on guard duty one night in Tuy Hoa, up by Highway
One, when Charlie opened up with a motor barrage." Bobby
said as his eyes saw images from decades past. "So like
the brave soul I was, I froze. Just like that, scared
stiff. Then the lights go out as I catch some fragments
from a round that landed way too close. Next thing I know,
Sean here grabs hold of me and carries me into a ditch,
saving what was left of my miserable life."

"Bobby, how many times do I have to tell you. There was
nothing brave about it." Sean interjected. "I was diving
for the ditch and you were between me and it. I had to
knock you into it in order to get by."

"Bullshit!" Bobby thundered. "I'm not going to sit here
and let this little lady think you were some kind of
coward."

Quickly he turned his attention back to Ilyssia.

"What he's not telling you, pretty lady, is that once the
shelling stopped, Charlie started to storm the base. Sean
here picks me up and carries me a half mile through the
jungle and around the flank of the VC attack. All the
while, the SOB is bleeding like a mother fu.... er like a
stuck pig, from a fragment he caught in his own leg. It
was enough to get us both shipped home "

Ilyssia knew the story was true. She'd seen the long
jagged scar on Sean's leg numerous times over the years
when she'd been over to swim in the O'Shaughnessey's pool.
Sean would never explain how he'd got it, just that it was
an old injury.

"Okay, history lessons over." Sean said, changing the
subject. "I think it's time we turned in."

"Room 214." Bobby said as he handed them a set of keys,
now satisfied that he'd said his piece. "Just off the top
of the stairs."

As Sean leaned over to take to keys, Bobby whispered too
low for Ilyssia to hear.

"I'm afraid it only has a double bed, pal." he said. "But
maybe you can string a blanket across the middle like they
did in those old movies." he laughed.

"Bobby never changes." Sean thought as he picked up his
bag and began to follow Ilyssia up the stairs. "He's still
incorrigible. But then, that's why I still love him so."

True to his word, Bobby had saved the best room in the
house for his friend. It wasn't the Hilton, but it was
more than comfortable. Most of the rooms on the first
floor had been cut in half and reconstructed to
accommodate the hourly trade.

"It's pretty nice, you have to admit." Sean noted.

"Right now, all I care about is that it has a hot shower."
Ilyssia said. "I feel like I've been in these clothes for
days."

"Well the bathroom's all yours." Sean said as he tossed
his bag on the bed and opened it to get out his stuff.

The sound of running water filled the room as he heard
Ilyssia turn on the shower. Sean tried to block out the
image of the young woman behind the thin door, now devoid
of clothes and stepping under the warm stream. There was
no denying that Lisa, now Ilyssia had grown into a quite
desirable young woman. In fact, she was even more
attractive that her mother at her age. The Giordano's had
been one of the first couples they had become friendly
with when they moved to Spring Valley. After first meeting
Donna Giordano, Sean was almost sorry that they had left
their spouse swapping days behind them. He didn't blame
Bobby for assuming that he had brought her there to help
warm his bed. As if a young woman like that would be
interested in an old fossil like him. Still a man could
fantasize, no harm in that after all.

Sitting in the room, continuing to listen to the sound of
running water through the thin walls, Sean thought back to
when Kimberly and Lisa were still teens. It wasn't
uncommon for the two of them, as well as some of their
friends, to sleep over. Many Sunday mornings he would come
down to the living room and find a half dozen girls in
various types of undergarments spread around the room.
Most of them totally oblivious of the effect their budding
bodies were having on the male of the species. At least in
those early years because he suspected that as they grew
they learned that lesson rather quickly.

He had to suppress a smile as he thought of the night he
caught his youngest son, Kevin, spying on the girls after
Kimberly's 16th birthday party. The 14 year old was hiding
in the hallway and playing with his cock as he tried to
get a look while the girls changed clothes. Getting that
look himself as he sent Kevin back to his room, Sean
realized that none of them were little girls anymore.

Heading up the stairs, Sean noticed that like his son, he
was sporting a first class hard on. The next morning,
Amanda commented that she couldn't remember the last time
he'd come to bed so horny or when they'd spent so much of
the night making love.

Yes, it didn't hurt to fantasize.

The hot water splashing against her skin felt so good to
Ilyssia. How much better this was than spending the night
in the airport. She let her mind drift as she soaped up
the wash rag and ran it across her small, rounded breasts.
Imagine Sean O'Shaughnessey being some kind of hero in
Vietnam. Someone who actually did some of the things in
the history books she read in school. She couldn't imagine
anyone having done something like that and then keeping it
a secret all these years.

Ilyssia had always had somewhat of a crush on Kimberly's
dad. She thought most of the girl's in their circle did.
Of all the dad's they thought he was the coolest. Even on
those nights when they huddled together and talked about
who they'd like to do it with, Mr. O'Shaughnessey's name
sometimes found it's way into the discussion. Of course
never when Kimberly was around, and always with the
provision that 'if only he wasn't so much older than they
were."

It was funny, she thought as she ran the washcloth between
her legs, the gap between their ages didn't seem so big
now. Even though he was now past fifty, he seemed closer
to her 24 years then when he was only 42 and she was 16.

"I guess that's because we're both adults now." Ilyssia
thought as she took hold of her long hair and ran the hot
water through it. "I guess the older you get, the less age
matters."

She thought of Cynthia Moskowitz, a girl who had worked
for the firm last summer. She had left to marry a much
older man. He was 56 and she was 23. People kept saying
how she was throwing her life away. After all, most of the
girls in the office said, it wasn't like the guy was rich
or anything. He wasn't even handsome, most said. The bulk
of men in the office just kind of smirked and whispered
comments to each other about how the groom was a luck so
and so.

Ilyssia remembered being close enough to hear when Sally
Levin cornered Cynthia in the ladies room one afternoon
and actually asked her how she could go to bed with such
an old guy. Rather than be intimidated by her presumption,
Cynthia looked Sally right in the eyes and said it was
easy-because he was a great fuck! She added that Sally
could keep on humping the teenage delivery boys, something
that was almost an open secret among the girls in the
office, but that there was no substitute for experience.

"I wonder what it would be like," Ilyssia asked herself.
"To actually sleep with Sean."

It was a question she had considered many times as a
teenager, but this was the first time it had been answered
by a sudden tingling between her legs.

As he heard the water in the bathroom shut off, Sean was
considering the sleeping arrangements for the night. While
the king size bed was certainly large enough for both of
them, perhaps prudence dictated that he take the couch. It
didn't look too uncomfortable.

While it would never occur to him to take advantage of the
situation, he didn't trust himself not to innocently roll
over during the night and reach out for the warm body next
to him. He still had erotic dreams some nights and would
rather not tempt fate. It might be too embarrassing.

"Oh that felt great." Ilyssia said as she stepped out of
the bathroom, her now clean body concealed only by the
small wrap around towel that she'd found inside.

Stripped of the plain travel suit she'd been wearing at
the airport, it was immediately obvious how much Ilyssia
had changed in the years since the last time Sean had seen
her.

The long blond hair which had been wrapped up in a bun now
hung free around her shoulders. Just below her hair, only
partially concealed by the cheap towel, stood a pair of
round, firm breasts. Below the other end of the covering,
which ended only a inch or so below her crotch, stretched
out a pair of long smooth legs.

"Bathroom's all yours." she smiled with a warmth that
could melt the snow piled up on the windowsill.

"Definitely the couch." Sean said to himself as he stepped
past Ilyssia into the bathroom.

The bathroom mirror was still steamed up as Sean began to
shave. Thankfully he had been doing it for so long that he
could do it by touch alone. Wiping the last of the lather
from his face, he caught the last vestiges of Ilyssia's
perfume in the air. It had the scent of jasmine.

"Ah, if only it was 1971 again." Sean mused, remembering
what it had been like when he was Ilyssia's age.

Sean initially turned on the shower' cold water, both to
clear his head and to help take care of the small matter
of an erection he'd gotten from watching her march across
the room. Some things were still the same after all. He
could have taken advantage of his hard on and masturbated,
he'd gotten quite good at that lately, but the lack of a
lock on the bathroom door put that idea far from his mind.

Not that he expected her to walk in on him or anything
like that, but it was possible for her to hear him. He
remembered the sound the toilet seat in his old house use
to make when one of the boys used to be in there playing
with themselves. Actually it made pretty much the same
sound when Kimberly used it for the same purpose. Until he
saw her come walking out, he had been sure it was one of
the boys in there. Ever the caring father, he took the
time to grease the bolts holding down the seat,
eliminating the noise for good.

Switching the temperature to hot, Sean closed his eyes and
wallowed in the tepid torrent. His body didn't used to
hurt so much. He made a note to find time in his schedule
to get to the health club more. Running his hands through
his short hair, he took note that the salt and pepper hair
was more of the former than the latter. Well he should be
happy, he told himself, too many of his friends had all
lost their hair.

Washing his balls, he discovered that despite the cold
shower, his erection was still partially there. He slid
his hand up and down the length of his cock, enjoying the
feel of his soapy touch.

"Little chance of Ilyssia hearing me in here." the older
man thought as he began pumping his cock back to it's
original hardness.

Sean kept his eyes closed as he leaned back against the
tile wall and played with his cock. Later on, he knew, he
would be angry with himself. It wasn't right that he
always found himself having only solitary sex. Once of
these days he really should take up one of those offers of
dinner and such that the women around him kept dropping.
But for now, he was content just to rest against the wall
and enjoy the sensations.

"Can I help you with that?" Sean suddenly heard a soft
voice ask him, a voice only inches away. Before he could
even open his eyes, he felt the touch of a gentle hand
replace his own around his pulsating cock.

"Lisa!" Sean called out as he realized the situation.

"Don't freak out on me now." she smiled as she pressed her
naked body against his, running her free hand through his
soapy chest hairs. "I think I'm probably as nervous as you
are right now. If I stop to think about what I'm doing,
I'm going to loose my nerve.

Sean opened his mouth to respond but found his words cut
off as Ilyssia's lips pressed against his, her tongue
invading his mouth. The young woman wasn't giving him any
time to think about what was happening.

Five minutes before, Ilyssia had steeled her nerve and
opened the bathroom door just enough to peek in. She
recognized the way Sean had looked at her when she'd come 
out of the bathroom. The 24 year old had seen it on enough
men over the years. She had also noticed the rising bulge
in his pants as he excused himself into the bathroom. It
was now or never.

That small tingle she'd experienced earlier had blossomed
into a flame as she watched Sean strip. She didn't expect
him to have the body of a 30 year old, but what she saw
wasn't bad. Obviously Sean paid attention to his physical
well being. Much of his body hair was a mixture of
gray/white, especially that around his cock. That,
however, was as long and hard as any guy her age.

Dropping the small towel to the floor, the young blond
took a deep breath and decided to go for it.

"Ilyssia, we shouldn't be doing this." Sean said as he
broke the kiss. "I'm old enough to be your father, and
you're a ......"

"I'm a grown woman who knows what she wants and isn't
afraid to go after it." Ilyssia completed his sentence.
"And you're not my father, so let's not even go there."

It was hard to argue with a young woman holding your cock.
That was a fact that Sean had learned very early in life.
It was equally obvious that Ilyssia wasn't about to
relinquish her prize.

"Fuck!" Sean said in exasperation, knowing that he didn't
have the will power to say no a second time.

"I thought you'd never ask." Ilyssia laughed as she gave
him a quick kiss on the lips.

Dropping to her knees in the tight shower, the young woman
quickly guided Sean's cock into her waiting mouth. A
sudden rush ran though her as she thought about what she
was doing. It was almost like incest. An idea that also
occurred to Sean as she looked down at the naked form of
his almost-daughter.

Captivated, Sean watched his hard cock slide in and out of
her eager mouth, delighting in the wonderful sensations
her tongue produced as it swirled up and down his manhood.
It would take a lot more than a sudden act of conscience
to make him stop this now. The building would have to be
burning down, and even then he might hesitate a little.

"Oh God, yes!" he moaned as Ilyssia ran her darting tongue
down the entire 7" length of his cock and down across his
balls. "Oh baby, yes."

Ilyssia never enjoyed a blow job more. Hearing his words
of encouragement just drove her to want more. She slid his
cock back into her mouth, letting it slide as far back as
it would go.

She felt Sean's hands at the back of her head as he began
to fuck her mouth. Having him take an active part in their
play just added to the turn on. She let it go on for a
little while longer, then managed to free her mouth.

"I don't want you to come so easily." she said as she
stood back up.

Sean understood her concern. Long gone were the days when
he could shoot his load and be ready to go twenty minutes
later. In fact, it had been so long since he'd had a blow
job, it was a wonder that he hadn't exploded into her
mouth as soon as she started.

Ilyssia continued to play with the wet hair on his broad
chest. Few of her lovers had any chest hair at all, the
current rage being to have a smooth body. Nibble fingers
played with his nipples, finding them highly sensitive. On
impulse, she replaced her fingers with her tongue,
bringing another series of moans from Sean.

"Why don't we move to the bed." Sean suggested as he began
to feel the water splashing them both beginning to cool.

"Excellent idea." Ilyssia smiled, giving Sean's cock one
last playful tug.

They didn't even bother drying off. Although she was half
his size, Ilyssia was clearly going to be the aggressor.
She pushed Sean onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

Straddling his chest, she leaned down and pressed her
breasts against his face, guiding her own nipples to
Sean's mouth.

Sean eagerly accepted the rounded young globes. He could
remember when Ilyssia was still a flat chested teen, sure
she would never develop. She had been so excited when they
finally appeared, trying to draw everyone's attention to
the then small mounds. Well she certainly had no trouble
getting anyone to notice them now.

He ran his tongue across her small dark circles, bringing
her eraser shaped nipples to a firm hardness. Her skin was
so warm to the touch. Passionately, he began to cover them
with kisses before taking one of her nubs into his mouth.
His tongue played with the hard little tip, sending little
shivers of delight through the smaller woman.

"Oh that feels nice." Ilyssia gushed as Sean moved to her
other breast, continuing to caress the first with his
hand. "I can see what Cynthia meant by the advantages of
experience." she added silently.

As Sean continued to feast on her young breasts, Ilyssia
stretched her body along the length of his. Lifting her
ass up and down, she began to massage his cock with her
pussy, making it wetter than ever. She couldn't wait until
he was inside her, but reminded herself that there was no
need to rush. After all, they had all night.

In no time at all, the blond tressed woman reached the
edge of orgasm. It wouldn't take much to push her over the
edge. Relishing the fire racing up and down her body,
Ilyssia decided to find out what else experience was good
for.

Lifting herself totally off Sean for a few moments, she
moved to the head of the bed. Once again she straddled the
older man. This time she was higher up, at a point where
her wet cunt stood poised just above his face. A face
filled with a broad smile, something she rarely noticed on
most of her much younger lovers. For the most part, they
usually they just looked at cunnilingus as something they
had to endure in order to get to the good stuff.

Ilyssia had no sooner lowered herself within easy reach
when she felt Sean's own nimble tongue going to work.
Driving it up deep inside her, she felt it quickly locate
her clit and begin to play a melody on it. She could feel
her juices surging under his ministrations. A climax
wouldn't be long in coming.

And what a climax it was. Ilyssia felt her entire body
tremble as all the air seemed to suck out of her lungs.
The beat of her heart was like a trip hammer as she
grabbed the headboard with her outstretched hands and
braced herself.

"Omigod!!!" was the only word she could manage as one of
the best orgasms of her life sent her to a land of dreams.
The dream lasted only seconds in the real world, but they
were the longest seconds of her young life.

All the strength seemed to fade out of her body as she
collapsed on top of Sean. He cradled her in his arms,
kissing her gently over and over. At the same time, he
continued to stroke her breasts with his other hand.

"Oh, I could really get to like this." Ilyssia purred as
she snuggled up against his hairy chest.

"Take a few minutes to catch your breath." Sean said as he
kissed her on the forehead. "Then it's my turn."

They laid there for about fifteen minutes, just enjoying
the comfort of each other's body. Then Sean eased himself
out from under her and stood on the side of the bed. Out
of the corner of her eye, Ilyssia could see that he was
once again hard. Taking hold of each of her hips with his
large hands, he guided the much smaller woman into a
position where she was facing away from him on all fours.
He took hold of his cock and rubbed it back and forth a
little, making sure it was as hard as it could be. Then,
taking a step forward, he pressed the head of his manhood
against her waiting hole.

Ilyssia arched her back, burying her face in the softness
of the pillows beneath her. Rotating her hips back and
forth, she rubbed her pussy against his cockhead, coating
it with her juices. A soft push backwards caused her
tunnel to spread open as she eased him within her.

"Ohhhh." she moaned as she felt him enter her.

Rather that simply thrust himself up inside her as she
expected him to do, Ilyssia felt his cockhead gently move
in and out, never moving more than a half inch at a time.
Her sugar walls closed tight around him as the gentle
vibration resounded throughout her body. With each
repetition, he moved deeper inside of her. A corresponding
increase in the pleasure accompanying the depth of his
passage.

"Oh yes....deeper ... deeper." Ilyssia moaned into the
pillow.

Faster and faster Sean moved inside of her, the speed of
his thrusts increasing with each movement. He'd moved onto
the bed by this time, his hand tightly wrapped around her
waist to keep her from crashing into the headboard. The
beat of his balls against her asscheeks was the only sound
in the room, save that of both their labored breaths.

Finally, after endless moments of anticipation, Ilyssia
felt Sean's body began to tense, a warning that he had
reached the edge of his self control. She was amazed he
had lasted this long. She pressed her body back against
his, adding her own energy to the explosion she knew to be
imminent. At the same time she reached down under her own
body to find her inflamed love button. Frantically she
added her own fuel to the conflagration within her.

She felt her new lover suddenly stop his forward motion
and knowing that this was it, stopped as well. She wanted
to savor the moment. Then his body shuddered, triggering
volcanic waves within her as well. Her pussy exploded as
she felt the first burst of the older man's cum fill her
body. Raw, violent bodyquakes shook her form, radiating
outward until they filled the core of her being.

Her climax earlier had only been an overture to a
symphony. No lover had ever brought her to this level
before. Even Johnny had been a rank amateur when now
measured against his father-in-law.

Now it was Sean's turn to drop exhausted on the bed.
Thankfully he landed alongside Ilyssia rather than on top
of her. Her pussy still tingling from the excitement of
their lovemaking, Ilyssia shifted her position until her
head was now laying alongside Sean's now semi-soft cock.
Gently, she took it into her mouth, licking up the sweet
mixture of both their nectars. It was a taste she truly
loved.

"Oh that was great." Sean said as he laid back on the bed,
his eyes still closed. "It has been so very long."

It was then that Ilyssia realized that she had been his
first woman since he had left his wife. In a way she felt
honored.

"I have been fantasizing about this since I was 16 years
old." she said as she shifted her body and kissed him once
again, the flavor of their lovemaking still on her lips.

Sean had know way of knowing she was exaggerating, but she
wanted tonight to be as special as it could be for him.
She had actually wondered what it would be like to have
slept with him when she was 16, but that was only the
abstract fantasy of a young girl. The reality was so much
better as a grown woman.

"To tell the truth," Sean said. "I fantasized about you a
few times back then myself."

"Really?" Ilyssia asked, knowing he was telling the truth.
"Was it worth the wait?"

"Definitely." Sean smiled as he kissed her again.

They laid there in each others arms for the longest time,
watching the snow continue to fall outside the window.
Neither of them made it home for Christmas and they made
love at least twice a day for the next few days. The old
Santa had been right. It definitely had been a very, Merry
Christmas.

END

Special Delivery

Amy Choi stood by the open window of her 16th floor
apartment and watched the sun slowly fade beneath the
horizon. It was Friday night and the 36 year old Korean
was not looking forward to another night of what the
television networks insisted on calling "must see TV."

Amy really hated the winter, with darkness falling as soon
as she got home. That and the long hours she had been
putting in at work lately had given her a first class case
of the blues.

She"d left work early in order to stop off at D"Angelo"s
book store to pick up the latest Anne O' Donnell book that
she ordered. In keeping with the way this day had
unfolded, the book had not come in. Amy had been really
looking forward to reading that novel over the weekend.

A successful businesswoman, the short black haired woman
had been divorced for four years. The cause had been
listed in the court papers as irreconcilable differences.
In reality it had come down to her husband"s inability to
accept the fact that she been more successful in her
chosen career than he had been in his.

Originally she"d had a dinner engagement for this evening,
but that had fallen through when her date had hurt his
back playing handball. It was no great loss, she told
herself. Stephen Shapiro was a nice guy and all, but he
wasn"t really anything more than someone to have dinner
with. Dancing afterwards was also a possibility. Then
again, if things really went well, an early morning
breakfast might"ve been in the cards as well.

In retrospect, Amy thought it was the last possibility
that she was really missing. It had been too long since
she"d had male companionship in her life. She might as
well be honest with herself, she was looking forward to
having a man in her bed come the morning.

"Might as well face it," Amy said to herself. "Looks like
its another Friday night with a couple of D batteries for
companionship."

That idle thought made her remember that the last time she
had wanted to use her "old reliable" the batteries had
been dead.

"There should be a fresh pack in the junk draw." she
recalled, deciding to make sure while it was still early
enough to go out to the corner store if there wasn"t.

The junk draw, as Amy liked to call it, was the large top
draw of the buffet in her small dining room. Filled with
papers, small booklets-old bills and assorted odds and
ends, she was always promising herself that she would sit
down one day and clean it out. As it was, it was so full
that she was barely able to open the draw.

"I really have to clean this." she admitted as she finally
pulled it open, sending some of the overflow spilling onto
the floor.

Sifting through the pile, she quickly found the batteries.
She also found two years worth of birthday and various
other holiday cards. Enough pens and pencils to equip a
first grade class. A combination lock to which she had
long ago forgotten the combination, and a varied
collection of souvenirs.

Carefully she sorted through a pile of envelopes. Old
bills, advertisements, two letters she had written to
friends, but had forgotten to mail. A bright red envelope
caught her eyes. Popping it open and shaking it out, a
card fell into her hand.

"I can"t believe I kept this." Amy said as she turned over
the small embossed business card.

She remembered the day she had won the card. She had been
attending what was supposed to be a serious business
luncheon, but instead turned out to be just another
meeting of the old boys network. Originally, Peter Larson
was supposed to be her company"s representative, but he
had a family emergency at the last moment.

The other members of the circle were quite surprised when
she walked in and sat down. Still, she always tried to fit
in and keep her contacts current. In was in that spirit
that she tossed in her twenty dollars for their monthly
raffle, even if she wasn"t exactly sure what they were
raffling off. It must be something worthwhile, she
concluded. With over twenty people around the table, the
pot was almost five hundred dollars.

The funny look on the face of the guy collecting the money
should have told her that something was wrong. That look
was reflected across the table when it turned out she was
holding the winning ticket.

"I guess this is my lucky day." Amy laughed as she reached
for the prize envelope in the middle of the table."

She wondered what the prize was as she dropped the
envelope into her purse. Probably theater tickets or
something like that. She wondered why some of the men
around the table were grinning from ear to ear.

She noticed Jim Shoeman, the unofficial leader of their
little association, wasn"t smiling as he whispering
something to George Haleman. Jim had been a late arrival
to the meeting and hadn"t been in on the raffle. The
silver haired gentleman seemed none to happy about it all.

Twenty minutes later when the luncheon was breaking up,
George pulled her over to the side and told her what Jim
had told him.

"There"s been a little mistake." George said in a quiet
tone. "You really weren"t supposed to be in that raffle."

"I don"t understand." Amy replied, a little confused.

"You haven"t looked in the envelope yet, have you?" George
asked.

Now very curious, Amy reached into her purse and pulled
out the bright red envelope. Opening it, she found a small
business card. It simply read, "Special Delivery" and had
a small twelve digit number in the lower left hand corner.

"I still don"t understand." Amy repeated.

"How do I explain this..." George said hesitantly.

"I"ve always found that straight out is the best way." Amy
suggested. "I"m a big girl, I don"t offend easily."

"Well simply put, that card you"re holding is sort of a
gift certificate." he said.

"What"s "Special Delivery"?" Amy asked, more than a little
curious now.

"It"s sort of an escort service." George said a little
embarrassed.

It all made sense now. They were raffling off a night with
a hooker. No wonder Shoeman was so worried when she won.
If that kind of thing got around it would be trouble for
everyone at that table.

"Mr. Shoeman said he offers his apologies and he"d be
happy to replace the card with something more
appropriate." George said with a smile.

Amy thought about it a little and then smiled back. She
didn"t get where she was by making enemies over little
things. You fought the battles that were important and let
the little ones slide on by.

"Tell Shoeman that his apology is accepted." she said.
"But I think I"ll keep this little card as a souvenir. One
of these days I might have to ask him for a favor."

"Of course." George agreed. He knew, after all, how the
game was played.

Amy had never called in that favor, but it was nice to
know she could have.

"Maybe I should just call Special Delivery." Amy joked as
she tossed the card on top of the buffet. "That"s one sure
way to get laid."

A half hour later, three quarters of the junk draw filled
the waste paper basket. She picked up the last few papers
that were left and one by one they followed into the
trash. Then only the gift card was left.

"I must be really bored." Amy mused. "I"m wondering how
this works."

She stared at the card for a while and then thought.

"What the hell, it couldn"t hurt just to call up and ask.
Not that I"d really do anything like that."

Making herself comfortable on the end of the couch, Amy
dialed the number. It rang a few times, then a soft
feminine voice came on the line.

"Special Delivery, Laura speaking" she said. "May I have
your certificate number?

Impressed by the professionalism in her voice, Amy read
off the twelve digit number.

"Thank you." Laura replied as she paused a few moments, no
doubt checking the number on her computer.

Amy tried to picture what Laura might look like, but came
up blank. The stereotype would be to imagine her as some
scantily clad, sexy young thing. The reality was more
likely that she was someone"s grandmother. A second later,
Laura came back on the line.

"How may I help you this evening?" she asked.

"I"m not really sure." Amy replied. "I sort of won this as
a prize in a raffle and I was wondering how it works."

"Well I"ll be happy to explain it to you." Laura went on.
"Are you interested in a male or female escort?

The question took Amy by surprise. Female? She didn"t
think she could ever be that adventurous.

"Definitely male." Amy answered.

"All right." Laura said. "Any preferences ... age, race,
body type."

"I"m not sure, I really haven"t given this much
forethought." the 36 year old replied.

"Perhaps I might make a few suggestions." Laura said. "We
do like our clients to enjoy their evenings."

"Well I do like surprises." Amy said, a little surprised
that she was really getting into this.

"Perhaps a fantasy then." Laura offered.

"That sounds right." Amy replied.

"We do specialize in making fantasies come true." Laura
said. "Can you tell me a little about yourself?"

Without even thinking about it, Amy did just that.

"I think I have just the thing for you." Laura said, the
smile on her voice evident in her voice. "If you could
just give me your address and phone number, we could have
your package delivered in about an hour."

This should have been the point where Amy simply hung up
the phone. Her little game had gone as far as it should
have. Instead, she heard herself giving Laura her address.
The phone representative thanked her and hoped she had a
good time.

"Oh shit, what did I do?" Amy asked herself as she looked
at the receiver in her hand in shock. "What did I do?"

A little voice in her head said to call them back, cancel
the order. Then a second, more urgent voice told her not
to. After all, what was life without a little adventure.

It took a few more minutes for Amy to become fully
comfortable with the idea of what she had done.
Surprisingly, that acceptance came easier that she
would"ve expected. A few months without sex did wonders
for the lowering of inhibitions.

The decision made, Amy turned her thoughts to what kind of
fantasy Laura had in mind for her. It was so exciting,
knowing that in less than an hour, she was going to share
a fantasy with a man she"d never met. A man who wanted
nothing more than to bring her pleasure. It was crazy. It
was absurd. It was intoxicating.

The night was still early, the clock on the wall just
nearing seven. Amy took a few minutes to have a quick bite
to eat and then clean herself up. She was still wearing
the simple gold blouse and blue skirt she"d worn at the
office. Since she didn"t really know what form her little
adventure was going to take, it made little sense to
change.

Every few minutes she glanced at the wall clock. It had
been almost an hour since she"d hung up the phone. At
times, she could hear both the rise and fall of her
breaths and the excited beat of her heart.

When the intercom buzzer to her apartment finally went off
at seven nineteen, Amy jumped as if someone had dropped a
hot poker in her lap. She took a deep breath before
hitting the talk button on the intercom by the door.

"Yes." she said a little nervously.

"I have a special delivery for ...a Amy Choi." the voice
over the intercom said.

"Young, the voice sounds young." Amy thought as she
pressed the access button. "Come on up." she said.

Standing behind the door, Amy wondered how she would react
when she opened the door. Would she slam it shut and tell
him to go away? Or would she drop to her knees and blow
him right there and then? Hopefully her reaction would be
something in between. She heard the elevator door opening
just two doors down, but resisted the urge to look through
the peephole. Better to get a good look when she opened
the door.

"Who is it?" Amy called out automatically as three strong
knocks rapped against the door.

"I have a delivery for ...." the intercom voice began to
say as Amy pulled open the door, unable to take the
suspense any longer.

"I"m Amy." she said as she looked into the face of her
fantasy.

He looked as young as his voice had suggested, no more
than 17 or 18. Of course he really wasn"t that young, she
thought, just one of those people who still look like a
teen even into their twenties.

At least two inches taller then her own 5"6", he had a
nice smile and was generally cute in appearance. Short
black hair framed a handsome dark face, which in turn sat
atop a trim body. Dressed in sneakers, jeans and a red
sports jacket, he really looked like a delivery boy. Right
down to the plain brown package he was carrying in his
hand.

"Please come in." Amy said, her own face flush with
excitement.

"Thank you." the young dark skinned man said as he stepped
inside.

"It must be pretty cold out there?" Amy said, thinking
that his jacket was way too light for this time of year.

"It"s cold enough to freeze your ... I mean, yes, it"s
pretty cold out there." he replied.

"I have some hot chocolate if you"d like some." Amy
offered. "It"ll only take a minutes in the microwave."

"That would be nice, thank you." the young man said, his
smile ever brighter.

"I assume this is your last delivery for the night." Amy
said as she mixed the drink, enjoying getting into the
fantasy more that she expected.

""Yes it is." he said. "Where should I put this?" he
asked, remembering the package in his hand.

"Oh just drop it on the table." Amy said, dismissing the
prop from her mind, concentrating more on the physique
beneath his jacket. "Why don"t you take off your jacket
and warm up." she suggested.

"Thank you again. I wish all my customers were as
considerate as you." he replied as he took off his coat
and draped it over the back of the kitchen chair.

While not muscle bound, the body beneath his jacket had a
smooth, well defined look to it. More a swimmer"s form
than a weightlifter"s. The white shirt formed a stark
contrast against his midnight skin. One which Amy found
very erotic.

"Here you go." the older woman said as she handed him a
large mug of steaming liquid.

"I keep having to say thank you." he grinned. "I feel I
should be giving you something back for your kindness."

"What don"t we start with your name? Amy suggested.

"Tyree." he said as he took a sip of the drink. "Tyree
Greene."

"Well then you"re welcome, Tyree Greene." Amy said warmly.

As Tyree enjoyed the hot chocolate, Amy took a good hard
look at the young man. What lovers she"d had before and
after her marriage had all been either Asian or White.
She"d never before considered the idea of a black lover
and now found herself wondering why. Clearly she found him
attractive, his dark skin being a turn on just as some men
were turned on just by the fact that a woman was a blonde
or redhead. Or in her own case, just because she was
Asian.

It wasn"t prejudice she thought, at least she hoped it
wasn"t. As a Korean, she"d been subjected to racial
comments in her life but they"d been few and far in-
between. In that regard she knew that she"d been lucky.
For every taunt of gook or slant-eyes she heard in her
life, there"d always been a dozen more people who saw her
as a person first.

The pretty woman was also intelligent enough to realize
that she was more accepted in some situations because she
was just that-a pretty woman. Had she been male or
unattractive, she might not have fared as well. There was
still a great deal of racial discrimination in the world
and not all of it was obvious. In fact, the one racial
comment said to her that bothered her above all others was
when one of her roommates during her single days had made
a joke about little brown people. Amy had pointed out to
her that as a Asian she was technically one of those
little brown people. Her friend had replied that she
always thought of her as white - or almost white anyways.
That had bothered her the most, her friend"s denial of
what she was and being recategorized into something she
found more comfortable.

Yet that was a thought for another day, right now she had
a fantasy to live out. If she was reading the scene right,
as the older woman, she was in the position of seducer.
Not a position she ever expected to find herself in, but
after all, this was all make believe. No matter what
happened, they would wind up in bed together, but she had
always thought that getting there was half the fun.

"I guess I"d better be going." Tyree said as he finished
his chocolate.

"So soon?" Amy asked in a pout. This was really getting to
be fun. "If you could stick around a little while, maybe
we could come up with another way to warm you up."

Tyree seemed taken back by Amy"s suggestion. He was a
pretty good actor, she thought as she wondered that maybe
he actually was one. She"d heard that struggling actors
took all kinds of jobs to make ends meet.

"Do you think I"m pretty?" Amy asked as she moved to
within a few feet of her guest.

"Err .. yes." Tyree said a little hesitantly.

"Do you think I"m sexy?" Amy asked.

"Yes." Tyree replied.

Amy felt an exotic thrill in being so bold. A thrill that
was reflected in the moist feeling between her legs. In
real life she had never acted so decisively in a situation
like this. Not even when she had been married. Then again,
in a situation like this, she couldn"t do any wrong. Even
if she suddenly reached down Tyree"s pants and grabbed his
cock, the young man would react favorably to the action.
But where would be the fun in that.

"My breasts are too small though." Amy continued as she
pushed her small rounded tits up with her hands.

"No, not at all." Tyree said as he looked down at her
mounds.

"You don"t think they"re too small?" she repeated.

"No, I think they"re fine, just like they are." he
stammered.

"Really?" Amy said, of course he was going to agree with
her. He was being paid to do so-well paid she added as she
remembered how large the raffle pot had been. "I thought
all men liked big boobs."

"I don"t know, I just think they look nice."

"Do you have a girlfriend, Tyree?" she asked.

"Yes, I mean, well ... not really." he replied. There"s a
girl I go out with, but she"s not really my girlfriend or
anything."

"What"s her name?" asked a curious Amy.

"Beverly." Tyree answered.

"Does Beverly have big tits?" Amy again asked
inquisitively.

"Not really." he said.

"What"s not really, bigger than mine, smaller?" Amy probed
further.

"A little bigger than yours." he admitted.

"Then you do prefer bigger breasts?"

"No, I mean I think they"re bigger." the excited young man
said.

"You think? You mean you"ve never seen them." Amy asked.

"No." he said, the disappointment in his voice clearly
evident.

"Have you ever seen any woman naked?"

"Well, I"ve seen my sisters a few times-by accident." he
admitted, hoping that counted.

"You"ve never been with a woman before, have you?" she
asked.

"No, well, one of the women in my building have me a
handjob once but she moved out after that." said Tyree.

"This is too much." Amy thought. "Not only do I get to
seduce the delivery boy, but I get to deflower a virgin as
well. This is worth every dollar the guys paid for it."

"Would you like to see my breasts?" Amy asked as she undid
the top two buttons of her blouse.

Tyree was so taken by the question he couldn"t answer.
Instead he just nodded his head yes.

Amy could feel his eyes glued to her bosom as she
continued to undo her buttons. It wasn"t long before her
blouse hung free and only a small white bra covered her
mounds. She reached behind her back and undid the small
clasp, letting the undergarment fall free.

Tyree"s eyes popped as her dark brown nipples came into
view. Amy"s nipples were already standing erect, looking
for all the world like a pair of pencil erasers.

"Do you like them?" she asked as she ran her hands across
them.

"They"re beautiful." Tyree said, taking in every aspect of
them.

"You can touch them if you want." she offered.

Immediately, before she had a chance to change her mind, a
pair of coal black hands closed on the soft golden orbs.
His touch was a little rough at first as he just squeezed
them, but with a little urging, he began to massage them
instead,

"That"s feels nice." Amy said. "You can kiss them too if
you want."

Raising one to his mouth, he began to suck on it. Like
with his hands, he was rough at first, but Amy guided him
in a soft understanding voice, teaching him how to use his
tongue. Then how to suck the areola into his mouth and use
his teeth to give just the right touch of both pleasure
and pain.

Moving to the other breast, Tyree showed that he was
indeed a quick learner. Amy arched back and closed her
eyes in enjoyment as the boy continued to suckle at her
tits. She really missed things like this and couldn"t wait
until Tyree's cock was buried in her already wet pussy.

"Now its your turn." Amy said as she grabbed the edges of
his shirt and pulled it up over his chest.

"Very nice." she noted as she reached out and ran her
fingers across Tyree's hairless chest. "So smooth...so
sexy.." Amy mused as she played with his nipples.

Tyree was surprised that felt so good, he'd never thought
of men having sensitive nipples.

"That feels nice..." he said.

"That's only the start." Amy said as she bent forward and
licked the nipple with her tongue.

Then she moved to the other nipple, sucking it just as she
had taught him to do a little while before. Her ex-husband
used to love it when she did this to him. Yet at the same
time he was reluctant to surrender control of their
lovemaking to her. It was just one of their many problems.

Amy moved up from his chest and reached behind his head,
caressing it with her fingernails. Pulling him toward her,
she kissed him for the first time. Gently at first, then
harder. A second kiss followed, then a third. Finally she
opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his.

Tyree quickly reacted to the warm, slippery tongue in his
mouth. It wasn"t the first time he had been kissed that
way, but it was the best. Instinctively he began to reach
out with his own tongue. Both tongue mixed as they licked
each other, exploring the new tastes.

"Are you ready for more?" Amy asked after a final kiss.

"Oh yes. he said excitedly.

"Call me Amy." she said.

"Oh yes, Amy" he responded.

"Then lets get you a little more comfortable." she laughed
as she began to undo his belt buckle and pulled down his
pants.

The outline of his youthful cock was already clearly
evident in his white briefs. At a quick glance, Amy
would"ve guessed he was about 7" fully hard. Grasping the
elastic of his underwear and pulling it down as well, her
guess was proven correct.

"Now that looks yummy." she grinned as the Asian woman ran
her fingers up and down his young manhood, tickling it
with her fingers as she did. Reaching down to cup his
balls, she played with them as well. "Feels good, doesn"t
it?" she asked.

Not expecting an answer, Amy reached down into her own
underwear with her free hand and lightly stroked her
saturated mound. It was like touching a match to gasoline.
The 36 year old couldn"t remember the last time she"d felt
so horny.

"It gets better." Amy promised her young captive as she
held tight to his cock.

Tyree quickly lost himself in the pleasure Amy's finger's
brought him. Her experienced touch was quickly evident as
she brought him to the verge of orgasm.

"I think I'm going to come..." He said as he closed his
eyes.

A sudden warm wetness engulfed his cock, causing Tyree's
eyes to spring open. To his astonishment, Amy had taken
his hard cock into her mouth and was now sucking it with
vigor. Tyree felt the sensation of her sucking down to his
toes. He was so close it hurt. Amy clamped her fingers
around the base of his cock, another trick she had learned
while married, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick
of her tongue, every time she mouthed him whole, caused
Tyree to feel like he was going to explode. But it was
such a wonderful feeling.

Finally, Amy released her hold on his balls and felt the
rush of hot cum erupt from them-a second before it began
to shoot into her mouth. She deep throated his cock,
catching every spurt of salty cum. It was a taste to be
savored.

After what seemed like an endless supply of cum, his cock
began to soften and Amy let it slip from her mouth. She
wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops
which had escaped her.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked.

"I don't think enjoy is the word......" Tyree panted. "I
feel like I've had a revelation."

"Maybe we both did." Amy chuckled.

Just then, the phone in the living room rang, but Amy
wasn"t about to get up and answer it. She told Tyree to
ignore it as well, the answering machine would pick it up
on the third ring. Nothing could be as important as what
she was doing right now. Sure enough, the machine came on
as predicted and she turned her full attention to the
matter at hand-or mouth as the case might be.

"Are you ready for more?" Amy asked after a final kiss.

"Oh yes!!"

"Then follow me." she said as she led him into her bedroom
and sat him down on the edge of her bed.

"I'm going to teach you one of the most important thing a
young man can learn about pleasing a woman." she said as
she took off first her skirt, then the panties beneath it.

The look in Tyree"s eyes as she raised one leg up onto the
bed to give him a good look at her hairy pussy was almost
enough to make her think it was the first time he"d ever
seen one up close. Of course she knew better.

Amy reached down and parted her cunt lips with her
fingers, allowing Tyree easy access. Following her
instructions, the boy reached out with his tongue and
touched her wetness. Like everything else he tried, his
first attempt was awkward but improved under Amy"s
instruction.

Encouraged, he reached out again and drove his tongue in
as deep as it would go. Amy let out a soft moan. It was
here that his experience showed, the older woman thought.
There was no way someone who"d never done this before
could be that good.

Tyree then ran his tongue up and down the length of her
cunt, stoking the fire building within Amy. At times it
was only a touch, only a caress, but it was enough to
cause the older woman to shake with abandon. There was no
doubt about it, the ebony skinned young man was a skilled
cunteater.

"Oh yes..Tyree....eat me...." Amy yelled as she grabbed
hold of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between her
legs. "Eat my pussy...God....yes!"

A steady flow of nectar now coated his tongue and mouth as
he attacked Amy's womanhood once more. He appeared to be
momentarily disappointed when Amy pulled him up from
between her thighs.

"I want you inside me.." she said before he could say a
word. "I want you to fuck me!"

Amy quickly took hold of his now rock hard cock and guided
it to her dripping hole. Lubricated with pussyjuice it
slid deep within her, her cunt wrapping around it as it
entered. For this he needed no instruction, he'd done it
in his dreams a thousand times.

With boyish energy he repeatedly slammed his pelvis
against hers, slapping his balls against the outer walls
of her pussy.

Amy grabbed his asscheeks and added her own energy to his
thrusts. They moved like a well lubricated machine, each
responding to the other's body. With each movement, both
could feel the eruption building inside.

Tyree's body tensed up, telling Amy that he was about to
cum. She took firm hold of his ass and rammed his body
into her, just as the first hot spurts of cum filled her
pussy. Her arms held him tight as they continued to thrash
wildly for several more seconds, until Amy was sure she
had pumped every last drop from his cock. Then they both
lay silent and still.

After a minute or two, Amy eased the boy off her and onto
his back. His cock was once again semi-soft, coated with a
thick mix of both their juices. Bringing her mouth down to
it, she began to lick it clean.

As soon as she was done, Tyree, now forever changed,
confidently pulled her up and kissed her. The kiss was
both long and tender.

"That was fun." Amy beamed as they finally broke their
embrace. "More fun than I"ve had in a very long time."
Mentally she added, "A lot more fun than I ever would"ve
had with Stephen."

"I guess I really should be going." Tyree said, all of a
sudden feeling a little self conscious at what had just
happened.

"Do you really have to go?" Amy asked.

"My parents were expecting me a half hour ago." Tyree
replied.

"Keeping in character to the end." Amy thought. "Do you
have a personal business card?" she asked, thinking she
might want to try this again sometime.

"No, I don"t have anything like that." Tyree replied as he
dressed, his response projecting a feeling that he thought
it was a strange question.

"Oh well, I guess I could always just call the main
business number." She mused.

"I guess." Tyree said as she searched for his shoes. "But
they really don"t like us getting personal calls."

"Oh I understand." Amy said as she covered herself with a
robe. "Business first, I understand that all too well."

Escorting Tyree to the door, Amy couldn"t resist kissing
him one last time. Even though this was no more real than
a movie, it was still going to be a night to remember.
Keeping the door open a crack, she watched him until her
temporary lover disappeared into the elevator.

"I should call them back and compliment Laurie on her
choice of fantasies." Amy reflected as she strode back
into the living room.

Sitting down next to the phone, Amy remembered the
flashing light on the answering machine and hit the play
button. To her surprise, it was Laurie's voice on the
tape.

"Ms. Choi, this is Laurie at Special Delivery." the tape
began. "I"m afraid we"re going to have to cancel your
appointment this evening. The young man who was scheduled
to come over was involved in a minor traffic accident
while enroute. Nothing too serious, but he did require a
couple of stitches when he banged his head. Again we
apologize. Please call us back and we"ll be happy to
schedule a new appointment as well as upgrade you to make
up for tonight"s inconvenience."

"What?!?!?!" Amy called out. "He wasn"t from Special
Delivery?"

Almost in a state of panic, the normally cool business
woman jumped up-filled with the need to do something. But
what?

Then she remembered that Tyree had been carrying a package
when he first showed up.

Running out to the kitchen, she ripped the plain paper
wrapping away to reveal the copy of the new Anne O'
Donnell book she"d been waiting for. Attached to it was a
small handwritten note.

"The book you ordered came in not 15 minutes after you
left. Since you"re such a good customer and I know you
said you were looking forward to reading it this weekend,
I"m asking one of my stockboys to drop it off on his way
home. I do appreciate your business and hope to serve you
as well in the future. ... James D"Angelo."

"Omigod!!!" Amy gasped as she covered her mouth with her
hand. "It was all real!"

END



Summer Vacation

Part One

"Great, just freaking great!" Michael Kent said to himself
as he finally gave up trying to get his old 88 Escort to
turn over. "This is the perfect end to a perfect night!"

A frown on his face, the eighteen year old locked up the
car and set out on foot. It could be worse, he told
himself. It could be raining and he could be much more
than a half mile from his destination.

"I guess everything this summer couldn't go right," he
reminded himself as he ran his hand across his short sandy
hair.

Actually, up until tonight, just about everything had gone
right this summer. A lot better than he could've
envisioned last June. That was when his parents, both
professors of history at Midwestern, had announced that
they were going to spend July and August as volunteers at
a New Mexico recreation of a old frontier town. Despite
his father's opinion that it would be a great learning
experience for him, Michael wasn't thrilled at the
prospect of spending a few month as part of 19th century
America. The recreation was planned to be as authentic as
possible. No modern convinces at all. If it wasn't part of
the 1877 western frontier, then it wouldn't be available.

He had tried unsuccessfully to convince his parents that
he was mature enough to be on his own for those two
months. After all, he had argued, he would be turning 18
in the middle of August. Still they hadn't be convinced. A
few too many stunts during his senior year of high school
had caused them to doubt his ability to stay out of
trouble without supervision.

His vacation months had seemed bleak indeed until
salvation had come in the form of a phone call between his
mother and her former sister-in-law. Janet Kent had 
casually mentioned her son's reluctance to join them on
their expedition, noting that she could see his side of it
but also agreed with her husband that they weren't
comfortable with leaving Michael on his own for most of
the summer.

Karyn Gray had listened to Janet's problem and after some
thought, offered to have him spend the summer with her.
The small town of Eaglestone might not be the college town
he was use too, but she was sure that Michael would enjoy
it. At least he would at least still be in the modern
world. Janet had thanked her for her offer and said that
she would talk it over with her husband and get back to
her.

Janet had always liked Karyn Gray, ever since the day her
brother had introduced her to the family as his fiancée.
She and Jack had been married for 12 years when he died of
a heart attack at 45. That had been 7 years ago. Their
marriage had produced no children but together they had
started a business that left Karyn well provided for. In
fact, she still ran it and had almost doubled it's value
in the years since. Janet felt she'd have no problem with
letting Karyn look after her son.

At first, Michael hadn't been too keen on the idea. He
barely remembered his Aunt, having last seen her at the
funeral for his Uncle when he was only 11. He knew his
mother still kept in touch with her, but not much more. He
only agreed when it became apparent that his older sister
didn't want him staying with her and her new husband. It
was either Eaglestone or the old west. At least Eaglestone
had cable TV.

One extra goodie he had gotten out of the deal was that
his father had paid for the tune up of his car. If he was
going to drive it 300 miles to Eaglestone, it was the
least he could do. Michael had suggested they he could
take the Jeep Cherokee instead, but his father suggested
that he was pressing his luck. Instead he had been handed
a AAA card and a cell phone to call them if he broke down
enroute.

Michael was unsure what to expect when he got to
Eaglestone. Like he'd noted before, he knew very little
about his Aunt. He knew she was 47 years old and hadn't
remarried following his Uncle's death. He remembered that
they had always been nice to him when he'd been young,
never forgetting a birthday or Christmas. In fact, even
after Jack Gray passed away, his widow had continued to
send him those gift checks. It was something, she had
mentioned in one of her cards, that Jack would've wanted
her to do.

Still, he entered the small town with a certain sense of
trepidation. For some reason, the image of old lady
Wilson, one of their neighbors, kept coming to mind. Like
his Aunt, Martha Wilson had lost her husband at a
relatively early age. From what his parents had told him,
she had been a very pleasant person to be around prior to
that.

In fact, she had been a rather attractive women. It was a
shame, they'd said, she hadn't tried to find some
happiness after her loss. Instead she'd become a bitter
woman who let herself go. She as the type of person who
hated the idea of anyone enjoying themselves. Michael knew
from personal experience that Mrs. Wilson loved calling
the police whenever she spotted any teenagers parking with
their dates in the open fields behind her house.

Five minutes after pulling up to Aunt Karyn's house on the
far edge of town, Michael was delighted to find that all
of his fears had been unfounded. Karyn Gray was a person
full of life and enthusiasm who wasted no time in making
him feel welcome. She insisted that he call her Karyn
since, after all, he was an adult now and they had never
really been related, except of course by marriage. She
quickly got him settled in and told him to consider her
house his for the next few months.

The only awkward moment of his settling in came that first
Sunday morning after his arrival when Karyn had come down
to breakfast. Michael had thought to thank her by making
pancakes. Lured by the sweet smell of freshly made cakes,
Karyn had come right down in her nightgown.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, bathing in the early
morning sun, the red haired woman's modest nightwear
became almost transparent-to both Michael's delight and
embarrassment. Karyn Gray had a full body that Michael's
art history teacher would've described as rubenesque.
Unlike most of the girls his own age, who starved
themselves to look skinny, Karyn carried her figure well,
creating a look that was both healthy and sexy. It was all
Michael could do not to stare at the large nipples
pressing through the material of her nightgown. Karyn
seemed to ignore the entire incident and instead commented
on how wonderful the meal was. From that day however, she
never came down to breakfast without first putting a
bathrobe on.

Over the next week, Karyn again surprised Michael by
inviting him to a few social events and taking pains to
introduce him to many of the town's teenage girls. It was
at one of these events that he met Cindy Stanton.

A few months younger, Cindy had also just finished high
school the previous June. She was 5' 6', only two inches
shorter than Michael, brunette and blessed with a 36 inch
bust. She was easily the most sought after girl in her
senior class.

To his amazement, she was the one who first approached
him-mentioning something his having the most striking blue
eyes she'd ever seen. If he had bothered to use those
eyes, Michael would've seen the angry look of the young
man who had escorted Cindy to the dance. Instead he only
had interest in Cindy's charm, her warm smile, and of
course those gorgeous tits.

Michael and Cindy quickly became an item over the next few
weeks, getting a little more serious each time they went
out. By the fourth date, Michael had gotten an even better
look at those grand mounds and how soft they could feel.
By the sixth date, she had given him a hand-job and a week
later had let him put his hand down her panties and get
her off as well. He had tried to get her to give him a
blow job, but she said that wasn't the sort of thing she
liked to do. To help alleviate her date's obvious
disappointment at that little piece of news, Cindy had
promised to make it up to him soon with something even
better. Michael was sure that by his birthday he'd get to
screw her. Not that he was a virgin or anything, having
done it with two girls back home.

All this time, Karyn encouraged his pursuit of Cindy,
saying there was nothing like a summer fling at his age.
At the same time, she admonished him to keep a level head
about him. Adding with a smile she didn't want to have to
try and explain any 'accidents' to his mother.

During the times when he wasn't with Cindy, it became
obvious to Michael that his Aunt was a well respected
member of the community. She was on the town council as
well as a number of church committees. In the few weeks he
had been there, however, he had never seen her interested
in any kind of personal social life. He supposed that
people might reach a point in life that they were no
longer interested in having sex and stuff, but personally,
he couldn't image it. After all, she kept encouraging him
with Cindy, so she was far from being a prude.

It was the following Tuesday that Michael learned just how
wrong he'd been about his Aunt. Cindy had cancelled their
afternoon date, saying that she wanted to go shopping with
some of her girlfriends instead. Seeing that his birthday
was less than a week off, Michael assumed she wanted to
shop for a gift for him and said he understood.

Stopping by his Aunt's business office, he learned that
she had left early for the day, saying she had some work
to get done at home. Michael was surprised that Karyn
hadn't mentioned it to him at breakfast, then figured that
it must've been something that just came up. With nothing
else to do, he decided to head home and offer a hand. It
was the least he could do after all the great things she'd
done for him.

Arriving home, Michael saw a delivery van in the driveway.
The sign on the side of it identified it as belonging to
Salvatori's Deli and Meats. Remembering that Karyn had a
large freezer in the basement and usually ordered food in
bulk, she must've come home to wait for a delivery. If she
asked, Michael thought, he would've been happy to have
taken care of it for her. There was no need for her to
have left work.

Then in a moment of embarrassment, the young man realized
that the first thing he had said to her this morning was
that he was meeting Cindy for lunch and then they were
going shopping. It might've been her intention but he
never gave her the chance to ask.

Feeling a bit guilty, Michael decided to head around to
the back porch where deliveries were usually made. At
least he could lend a hand carrying everything down to the
basement.

Rather than try to squeeze by the van, he walked down the
narrow path between the side of the house and the fence.
Michael had to turn his body sideways to get by some of
the larger bushes. In doing so, he couldn't help but look
into the large side window that faced the back of the
living room. What he saw almost sent him into shock.

The van outside belonged to Salvatori's all right, in fact
it had been driven out there by Mr. Salvatori himself.
Only it wasn't just deli he had been delivering. The 55
year old store owner was sitting back on the large plush
couch, his sport shirt wide open, revealing a very hairy
chest and slightly paunchy stomach.

What immediately drew the teenagers attention, was the
fact that the older man's pants were also open and pulled
down to around his knees. Open to anyone who happened to
look, as Michael now was, was the largest cock he had ever
seen outside of one of those adult films they used to
watch over at Billy Smith's house back home. Up to this
moment, Michael had always thought cocks that size were
faked somehow, some kind of trick photography. But there,
less than a dozen feet away was the longest, thickest
example of manhood he had ever scene.

What was even more incredible, in the young man's eyes,
was the fact that this monster was currently sliding in
and out of his Aunt Karyn's mouth. Transfixed, he held his
breath as he watch's Karyn's head move up and down, taking
as much of Mr. Salvatori's manhood into her mouth as she
could.

It actually took a few moments for the startled young man
to realize that his Aunt was in as much a state of undress
as Mr. Salvatori. Her bra and dress were tossed on the
floor, leaving her with only a slip and panties. From his
angle of view, Michael would barely make out Karyn's large
breasts, but then she shifted and he got more than an
eyeful.

In a moment of curiosity, Michael had looked at the tag on
one of Karyn's bras when he was sorting the laundry-it was
a 38D. From similar examinations growing up, he knew that
his sister wore a 34C and even his mother who was a big
beautiful woman, as his father always said, was only a
36C. Cindy, who's breasts he had so recently been
hypnotized by, almost paled in comparison to this woman
over twice her age.

Pressed back against the bushes and the fence, Michael
hoped he couldn't be seen from the inside. A small part of
him told him he should get the hell out of there, but an
even larger part told him to stay. He could feel his own
cock growing harder, straining against his pants and
causing him to reach into his empty pocket and rub it from
the inside.

Meanwhile, unmindful of his presence, Karyn had finally
released Mr. Salvatori's cock from her mouth and had stood
up from the couch. As she paused to remove the last of her
clothing, Michael got his best look yet at the older
woman's body.

The nipples which has so held his attention that Sunday
morning were even bigger than he had imagined. Surrounded
by dark pink circles as round as a soda can, the stiff
nubs had been excited to a very visible length. The center
of her body was very pale, made much more so by the dark
tan covering the rest of her. Evidently, Karyn didn't go
in for nude sunbathing or even two piece suit. It was the
first time Michael had ever seen a woman's body like that,
and the teen found it to be very erotic.

As she spread her legs, Michael saw that the soft patch of
hair resting there was a mixture of white and red, the
only example of her age on her body-at least in his
opinion. Later on in retrospect, he would realize that he
was seeing her in an idealized view, but at this moment,
who cared.

Taking Angelo Salvatori's manhood in her hand, Karyn
carefully positioned it at the entrance to her womanhood.
In an act Michael wouldn't have thought possible, she
began to slowly lower herself onto it. Pausing every few
inches to slide up a little and then continue downward
once more, it wasn't long before she taken it fully inside
herself.

Mr. Salvatori was content to let her control his entry
into her, preferring instead to play with her large
breasts. Playfully he ran his fingers across her mounds,
rubbing her nipples and taking them between his fingers.
At the same time, he would kiss her neck and when she
turned her head to meet him, her lips as well.

Once she was comfortable with him inside her, Karyn began
to shift her body and pump his cock. Her entire body soon
got into it as she began to gyrate in a powerful motion,
back and forth as well as up and down. Mr. Salvatori was
now satisfied to lean back and let Karyn control events.
Faster and faster she moved, the look of rapture on his
face reflected in hers. Then, in what seemed like no time
at all, Angelo Salvatori let out a series of large gasps
as he emptied himself into the woman atop him.

Karyn continued to pump Angelo, until she too had been
satisfied. Then she leaned back and kissed him one last
time. They sat there for a few minutes, just enjoying the
warmth of their recent coupling. Karyn then shifted her
body and let him slide out of her. From his vantage point,
Michael could see that even spent, it was an impressive
symbol of manhood.

Carefully, Michael continued on his way to the back of the
house. He wasn't surprised to find no delivery piled up by
the back door. Wanting not to arrive home until after Mr.
Salvatori had gone, Michael went out past the house and
took a long walk in the woods out back. The walk had
lasted almost two hours.

While he had walked, Michael tried to put what he had just
watched in perspective. Why had Karyn needed to sneak home
to meet a lover. It wasn't like they were doing anything
wrong. His Aunt was a widow and from what he had learned
about the people in this small town, Mr. Salvatori had
never been married. Why didn't they simply go out on a
date. No one would think it strange that they had a
relationship.

Then it hit him. It wasn't that Karyn was looking for a
new husband, or even a boyfriend. It was simply that she
was horny. She had been living alone for seven years now
and liked it that way. Simple, uncomplicated sex was how
she preferred it. It was funny in a way, he thought, that
people her age could be just like people his age. It gave
him something to think about.

When he got back to the house later, he quickly said hello
to his Aunt, who was sitting there reading the mail, and
then rushed up stairs to clean up. He needed a change of
underwear. While watching his Aunt get laid, the excited
teenager had come in his pants.

The final footnote to the whole episode came a few days
later when Michael went with his Aunt to Salvatori's Deli.
There, standing among many of the towns most upstanding
citizens, Karyn complimented Mr. Salvatori on the quality
of the sausage he given her the other day. In turn, the
slightly balding man behind the counter said he would be
happy to get more of it for her anytime she wanted.

Michael had to bite down on his lip hard as not to laugh
at the private joke between the two of them. Especially
when Mrs. Nelson, the self appointed guardian of morals
for the community, told Mr. Salvatori that she wouldn't
mind a good piece of sausage herself. The one her husband
usually brought home never really suited her taste.

Yes, it had been a fun and exciting summer. Even with
tonight's disaster, Michael was going to be sorry to leave
for college next week. When he'd left his Aunt's house a
few hours ago, he fully expected tonight to be the night
when he finally got to screw Cindy. She had been hinting
about it for the last two weeks.

Originally he thought it would be his birthday present,
but Cindy hadn't even come to the small birthday party
Karyn had thrown for him, saying she wasn't feeling good.
Then when they'd gone out last weekend, the brunette had
told him that it was a bad week for her to do something
like that. Michael had taken the hint and settled for a
hand job once again.

Tonight though, was going to be the night, he had been
sure of it. He had taken special care to get ready for
tonight's date, going so far as to stop by the barber's
for a quick trim. Dressed in his best, he had said good-
bye to his Aunt and told her that he expected to be home
rather late. In an almost encouraging tone which he could
never had imagining coming from his mother, Karyn had told
him to have a good time.

Somewhat reluctantly, his car had started and Michael was
on his way. Cindy lived on the other side of town and the 
trip took about ten minutes. Pulling up in front of her
house, Michael had to take a few minutes to compose
himself. After all, it would be bad form to show up on her
doorstep sporting a raging hard on, no matter how useful
it might be later on.

After all the time he had spent getting ready for their
date, Michael experienced a sudden feeling of
disappointment when the door opened and there stood Cindy
in a simple blouse and jeans. The look on her face told
him immediately that something was wrong.

"Mike, I really should have called you earlier," she began
in an apologetic voice. "I really meant to."

It was then, looking over her shoulder, that Michael saw
the young man standing in the living room. He didn't know
him, but the face was familiar. Then it hit him. That had
been the guy who had been with Cindy the night he had met
her. His name had been Bob something or other.

"It's just that I've really begun to think that we've been
going a little far too fast." Cindy had been saying.
"After all, you're leaving next week and I don't think I'm
really cut out for a long distance relationship."

"Not while you have old Bob handy," Michael thought but
didn't say.

"So I hope you'll understand why I can't go out with you
again," she concluded.

Michael didn't say a word, he just turned and walked back
to his car. There was really nothing for him to say. This
time, thankfully, his car had started right up and he
quickly pulled away.

As he drove down the semi-dark streets, Michael wondered
if Cindy had ever really been serious about him. Or had
the whole summer relationship just been a ploy to make her
boyfriend, for that was what he was sure Bob had been,
take more notice of her. He supposed he should feel angry
or something, but all he felt was a sense of
disappointment. In a way, for whatever the reason, Cindy
had been right. Next week he would be gone, and to be
honest with himself, he hadn't ever considered their
relationship to have been anything else but a summer
fling.

The block Karyn lived on was at the bottom of a small
hill, so when Michael reached the top of it, he could see
her house in the distance. Making his way down the street,
he noticed a dark green car sitting in the driveway-
evidently his Aunt had company.

A wide smile came to his face as the teenager remembered
the last time he had come home a little early and found
someone parked in the driveway. The memory of Karyn riding
Angelo Salvatori's massive cock brought a sudden stirring
to Michael's own. A reminder that he hadn't gotten laid
tonight as he planned. A visit to the bathroom before he
turned in tonight was definitely in order.

When he was less than a half block away, the car became
more identifiable and any thought that Karyn had been more
lucky than he'd been tonight went out the window. He'd
seen the car every week when he'd gone with his Aunt to
the local church. There was as much chance of his walking
in and finding his Aunt screwing the Right Reverend Joshua
McKenzie as there was his getting the chance to screw a
Hollywood starlet.

Aunt Karyn was on many local committees and the Reverend
had undoubtedly dropped by to talk to her about some
function or other. It wouldn't be the first time.

In fact, it was the sudden recollection of Reverend
McKenzie's last visit that make the sandy haired youth
decide to walk around to the back door and come in that
way. If he was lucky, he could grab a soda and a snack and
head up to his room after a quick hello. He really wasn't
in the mood for one of the man's never-ending lectures on
what was wrong with people today. Which in his opinion,
Michael had quickly learned, was that they didn't look at
the world in the same way that he did.

Skirting around the house, Michael saw that the only
lights on where in the living room and the kitchen. Since
there was no one in the kitchen when he came in the back
door, they had to be in the outer room. The shades had
been drawn when he passed the window so he couldn't tell
who else might be attending the meeting. He knew there had
to be someone else, the Reverend would never put himself
in the position of being alone with a woman other than his
wife.

Michael quickly made himself a snack tray, raiding the
refrigerator for leftovers, and poured himself a glass of
soda. With luck he would be up in room in a few minutes
where he could relax and watch the TV up there.

Backing into the swinging kitchen door while he held onto
the serving tray, Michael turned as he walked. He got two
steps into the living room before he spotted Karyn and her
guest on the couch.

"Holy Shit!!" Michael called out as he looked at the
couch.

The shock of what he was looking at was so much that he
let go of the heavily laded snack tray, causing it to drop
to the hard wood floor with a loud, resounding crash.

Time stood still for a brief moment before anyone could
react to Michael's outburst or the shattering impact of
glass bowls and tumblers. In that instant, the young man's
mind took in every aspect of the image a few feet in front
of him.

He noticed the two half empty bottles of wine on the
coffee table, as well as the crystal goblets that went
with them. Tossed across the table as well, was the dark
blue dress Karyn had been wearing when he'd left on his
date. At the moment, his Aunt was wearing little more than
a smile as she leaned back on the sofa, her legs raised
high and wide in order to give her guest a clear access to
her pussy. Her head was tilted back and her eyes closed.
She had clearly been enjoying the oral ministrations of
the equally naked figure kneeing in front of her.

>From where he stood, Michael wasn't able to make out any
features, but the short curly blond hair was a dead
giveaway. He hadn't considered the idea that the car out
front might be driven by someone other than the Reverend
McKenzie. There was no mistaking the woman eagerly licking
his Aunt's open pussy. It was Bernadette McKenzie, the
Minister's wife.

Part Two

"Michael!" Karyn yelled as she opened her eyes in response
to the sound of shattering glass and saw her nephew
standing there.

"Oh God!" Bernadette McKenzie gasped as she jumped up and
turned in the direction of the noise as well.

As she stood up, Michael got a good look at Mrs. McKenzie.
In her late thirties, she had a pretty good body, he
thought. Her breasts were small and well rounded with
bright pink nipples. Had Michael know her as a teenager,
he would've noted that she had kept much of her figure. A
figure that had drawn the attention of many young men.

"Oh my God!" she repeated again. "Oh my dear God!"

"Calm down, Bernadette," Karyn said to her reassuringly as
she instantly sized up the situation. "Everything's going
to be all right."

That seemed to calm the excited woman down a little. She
sat down on the couch, picking up the blouse she had
dropped to the floor earlier and wrapped it around her
naked form.

"Michael, get something to pick up that glass," Karyn said
as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Automatically, the eighteen year old obeyed, stepping back
into the kitchen. His mind, however, was racing. His Aunt
was also into women,... and with the Minster's wife no
less. Glancing down, he saw that his cock was as rock hard
as it had ever been.

It only took a moment to get a hand broom and dustpan and
come back into the living room. As he cleaned up the mess,
he couldn't help stealing looks at the two women.
Bernadette McKenzie still had the unbuttoned blouse
wrapped tightly around her, but his Aunt Karyn
surprisingly had made no effort to cover herself. Her
large breasts were just hanging there for him to see.

As he stood up, he could swear that Mrs. McKenzie was
staring right at his hard on. His imagination of course,
but it made his blush a little as he disappeared back into
the kitchen.

"Don't worry, Bernadette honey," Karyn said as the older
woman put her arm around the blonde's shoulders. "My
nephew's not going to tell anyone about what was going on
here tonight."

"I trust you, Karyn," she said as she snuggled against her
lover. "But can I really trust your nephew?"

"I trust him," Karyn replied. "And that's enough.

"Maybe for you, but I need something stronger," Bernadette
added.

"I don't understand," Karyn said, a look of confusion on
her face.

"What I mean is," Bernadette explained. "I'd feel a lot
better about trusting your nephew to keep his silence if
he had something to loose if he didn't. I'm sure you can
keep him in line for now, but what's to keep him from
going off to school next week and telling everyone about
his dyke Aunt getting her pussy licked by the Minister's
wife?"

Karyn was taken a little aback by Bernadette's language.
In all the years she had known her, she had only heard her
use profanity when she was in the heat of passion.

"I'm not sure what you mean, Bernadette," Karyn said. "Do
you want me to threaten him or something?"

"No not that," she answered quietly, her eyes on the door
to the kitchen as she watched for Michael's return. "I was
just thinking that if Michael were more involved with what
was going on tonight, then he'd be more reluctant to tell
anyone about it."

"What?" Karyn said in disbelief.

"Think about it," Bernadette said.

"I don't need to think about it," Karyn quickly replied.
"He's my nephew."

"But he's not mine," Bernadette said as she smiled. "And
technically, he's only yours by marriage-and you're not
married to his Uncle any more."

"This is insane," Karyn insisted.

"Well then I could just involve him myself," Bernadette
suggested.

Then it hit Karyn, that was the point Bernadette had been
steering her to from the moment they'd turned around and
saw him standing there. Her lover wanted to fuck her
nephew.

The tall redhead looked into her lover's eyes and saw that
she was dead serious. The whole situation was incredible.
She didn't feel jealous at the suggestion. After all, she
had an ongoing sexual relationship with Angelo Salvatori
as well as occasion flings with other men in the
community.

She hadn't really planned to start an affair with
Bernadette a year ago when she had come over looking for
support after a devastating fight with her husband. It had
just sort of happened.

Unknown to their parishioners, the relationship between
the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie had been deteriorating for
years now. The source of their problems, then and now, had
been their inability to have any children. After almost
ten years of trying, Bernadette had become resigned to
never getting pregnant. Joshua on the other hand had
become more obsessive about the subject as the years went
on.

Several times, Bernadette had suggested that they look
into medical help to get pregnant. That idea had gone over
with Joshua as badly as her other suggestion that they
look into adoption. To seek help would to be to admit he
was somewhat less of a man in his eyes. It hadn't mattered
how many times she told him that he was being ridiculous.

It had gotten to the point where Joshua barely touched her
anymore. Except of course on those days when she was stood
the best chance of conceiving. Then he would climb on top
of her and pump away for a few minutes until he emptied
himself into her. Days latter, when it began apparent that
it had been a wasted effort, he would go once again into a
sullen state.-until the next time.

"Bernadette, do you know what you're asking?" Karyn said.

"Oh yes, I know." the blond replied.

Karyn looked into her lovers eyes and saw a mixture of
lust and desperation. Despite the sexual release she got
from her frequent trysts with Karyn, Bernadette really
hadn't cut loose sexually in well over a year. A few
times, Karyn had offered to set something up for her. An
encounter similar to those she enjoyed. Each time the
thirty six year old adamantly refused. The fear that
someone would find out later or that the man would brag to
someone about bedding the minister's wife was greater than
her need to be laid.

Since Michael was going to be gone in a few days, there
was little chance of that. In fact, the more she thought
about it, the more her thinking paralleled Bernadette's.
She could certainly use the experience and it wasn't like
it was going to hurt Michael. After all, she had invited
Bernadette over tonight in the expectation that her nephew
would be shacked up with Cindy Stanton most of the night,
fucking her brains out.

"All right, Bernadette," Karyn said as she reached down
and picked up her dress off the coffee table. "I'll leave
the two of you alone and whatever happens, happens."

With that, the younger woman's face lit up. It was a sight
Karyn had seen much too rarely. She hoped she was making
the right decision. Slipping the dress over her body, she
stood up and called Michael back into the room.

Michael waited a few moments to respond to his Aunt's
call. He still couldn't get the image of the two women out
of his mind. It didn't take a glance down to his crotch to
know his dick was long and hard, and was going to stay
that way until he was able to jerk off. When Karyn called
him a second time he headed back in to the living room and
hope neither of them noticed.

The young man was a little disappointed to find that his
Aunt had finally covered herself up. He would've liked one
more look at those huge breasts. Mrs. McKenzie was still
sitting on the edge of the couch and Michael was now sure
that she was staring at his hard on. Only this time,
however, he didn't feel as embarrassed. In fact, he felt
kind of proud.

"Michael dear, I'm not going to try and explain what was
going on here tonight," his Aunt said in a calm voice.
"You're old enough to realize that there are many
different kinds of relationships, and I trust you enough
to know that you'll never mention this to anyone else."

"Of course Karyn." he quickly replied, surprising himself
at how much he meant that.

Suffering his Aunt's disapproval would be harder for him
than keeping the secret.

"Good." Karyn simply answered, a slight smile on the
corners of her mouth. "Then that takes care of that."

A wave of relief swept over Michael. It was an awkward
situation and he was glad that it was suddenly over.

"Can I go up to my room now?" he asked, wanting to run
into the bathroom and take care of his now aching member.

"In a few minutes." Karyn said. "But first Mrs. McKenzie
would like to talk to you for a few minutes if you don't
mind?"

"Of course not." Michael answered, wondering what that was
all about. If he was Mrs. McKenzie, he'd want to get out
of here as fast as he could.

"Thank you." Karyn said. "So the two of you have a nice
private chat and I'll be out in the kitchen cleaning up if
you need anything."

As he watched his Aunt retrace his steps into the kitchen,
Michael wondered why she had stressed the word 'private'.
Or had that only been his imagination running wild again?

"Sit down, Michael." Bernadette McKenzie said as she
indicated the empty cushion next to her. It was the first
thing he had heard her say since her almost hysterical
omigods a little while before.

He sat there for a few silent moments, trying hard not to
look at her. It was impossible for him not to be aware
that she was still naked underneath the small blouse
draped around her shoulders. It hadn't helped matters any
that she had loosened her grip on the blouse, letting it
open enough to give a fairly decent view of her cleavage.

"You must think me a truly horrible woman if you can't
even look at me," she said in a soft voice.

Michael turned and looked at her, realizing immediately
that turning to the right had been a mistake. Bernadette
had once again shifted position, her blouse now hanging
fully open and her small rounded mounds exposed to the
world, or at least one oversexed young man.

"I don't think you're horrible," Michael managed to say,
his eyes never leaving her breasts.

Bernadette smiled now that she had his full attention.
He'd spent so much effort trying to see Karyn's breasts
when he'd walked in on them, he'd barely noticed hers. Now
he had to appreciate the fact that they were beautiful in
their own right.

"That's good," Bernadette said, continuing her smile. "For
reasons you might not understand, that's important to me."

Thinking that was that, Michael began to get up. Only to
be restrained by the soft touch of Bernadette's hand.

"You know you took Karyn and I quite by surprise," she
continued, as if sitting here naked with a young man was
the most natural thing in the world. "We really expected
you to be out most of the evening with Cindy Stanton."

"She changed her plans," he said, a sense of sadness in
his tone.

"Poor baby," Bernadette replied. "What happened?"

For a reason he didn't quite know why, Michael told her
exactly what happened.

"Oh, that must've been Bobby Lee," Bernadette said as
Michael described the young man he'd seen in the living
room of Cindy's house. "He and Cindy have been going out,
on and off, since Junior High School."

'Figures," Michael said.

"And she was so inconsiderate as to make you go all the
way over there, just to tell you that it was over between
the two of you?"

"Yeah," he muttered.

"My word, that girl can be such a cock-teaser!" Bernadette
exclaimed.

Michael was shocked hearing a statement like that from
Mrs. McKenzie. Even after seeing her with his Aunt, it
still was hard to imagine her talking like that.

"That's what she is, isn't she?" Bernadette asked.

Michael nodded in agreement.

"Why don't look so shocked," she smiled once again. "It's
not like I was born a minister's wife. I'll have you know
there was a time when I was well aware of how a pretty
young woman could draw young men like flies to honey. And
I was even aware how easily it was to get them worked up.
Some of my girlfriends used to even brag about how they
sent their boyfriends home with a case of 'blueballs.',
that's the term isn't it?"

Michael again nodded.

"That's what Cindy did to you, isn't it?'  Bernadette
asked as she looked down at the still large bulge in
Michael's slacks. "It's not right for a girl to get a
young man all excited and then leave him cold, is it?" she
further asked.

Unsure what to answer, Michael remained silent. Then he
almost jumped off the couch in even greater surprise when
he felt Bernadette's small hand come to rest on his cloth
covered cock.

"And I'm sure walking in here and finding me and your Aunt
Karyn on the couch didn't help matters either," she went
on as she ran her fingers up and down the length of his
cock, taking it's measure. "So I guess part of this is my
fault."

Still dumbstruck, Michel exhaled loudly.

"You know, I've often wondered," Bernadette said as she
cupped her hand around his young manhood, assessing a
thickness to go with her previous measurement. "Does it
hurt when your cock gets so hard, stuck as it is in all
that tight clothing?"

"A little.." Michael said, not being able to really
believe he wasn't dreaming all this.

"Well then we should let the poor dear free!" Bernadette
exclaimed.

In a quick motion, nimble hands pulled down the zipper of
his pants and reached in to take hold of his enlarged
member. A second movement brought it out in the warm night
air.

"My, that's a cock to be proud of!" Bernadette said in
admiration.

Michael knew from the secret comparison that most guys did
in the showers back in high school, that his cock was of
average size. Still, hearing this older, more experienced
woman praise it sent a warm rush through him.

"Now that we've freed this neglected baby, we really
should do something about relieving the other pressure
behind it," Bernadette said as her fingers closed around
the base of his cock and began to slowly pump it up and
down.

"Oh yeah!" Michael softly moaned as her soft touch glided
against his skin. "That feels nice."

"I knew it would," Bernadette grinned.

It was then Michael suddenly realized the reality of the
situation and looked to the kitchen door. Behind which sat
his Aunt less than twenty feet away.

"Oh don't worry about your Aunt," Bernadette said, seeing
his gaze shift to the door. "She did say she was going to
give us some privacy, didn't she?"

Before Michael could consider the fact that his Aunt had
expected this to happen when she'd left them alone,
Bernadette let her other hand cradle his balls and began
to stroke them as well. He looked down, just as the blond
haired woman bent over and guided his cock into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Michael gasped as he felt the soft wetness
engulf his cock.

Bernadette wasted no time as she let his cock slide in and
out of her mouth. Her tongue slid back and forth as she 
moved, savoring the small discharge of pre-cum that had
been oozing out of his manhood. It had been so long since
she'd had a cock in her mouth, ever since the day Joshua
had decided that it was a waste of his seed. She couldn't
wait to have Michael explode into her mouth so she could
swallow every drop.

Like silk, her tongue covered every inch of his shaft
before dropping down to his balls. One at a time they
disappeared into her mouth, until she released them and
then returned her attention to his now glistening dick.
Taking its entirety once more into her mouth, Bernadette
applied such pressure that she knew it would only take a
little more effort to gain her prize.

Bernadette deep throated him one last time, then released
her grip on the base of his cock. His body quaked and a
sudden rush of energy drained from every pore of his body.

The recesses of her throat filled with the first burst of
his warm and salty whiteness. She quickly swallowed it
without hesitation, knowing that there was much more to
come. A second wave followed a few moments later. This
time, she allowed it to fill her mouth, permitting herself
time to savor the taste as she whirled her tongue from one
side of her mouth to the other. A third spurt she let
slide out of the corners of her mouth and down the base of
his cock. Then she ran her tongue up and down the shaft,
relishing both the tangy taste and the now intoxicating
aroma of his youthful sex.

Finally, sensing he was spent, Bernadette took him within
her mouth one last time and began to wash away the last
remnants of her efforts. By the time his young manhood
slipped from her, not a trace remained.

"Oh how I've missed that." Bernadette purred as she slowly
ran her fingers along Michael now semi-erect cock. "I'd
almost forgotten how good it could feel."

Back in the days before she'd met Joshua McKenzie at
college, Bernadette White had been quite the skilled
cocksucker. She'd been quite honest when she told her
future husband that she'd never had intercourse with any
man before him. What she failed to mention was that she'd
kept her virginity intact by sucking off every young man
she'd dated since she was 16.

The memory of many of those young men flashed in her mind.
Most of them had been just about Michael's age. A wide
smile crossed her face as she laid her head across
Michael's lap, continuing to gently caress his still wet
cock.

Less than ten minutes earlier, Karyn had sat at the
kitchen table, sipping the cup of tea she had made for
herself. With each passing minute, she was finding it
exceedingly difficult to just sit there and try to act
normal while her lover tried to seduce her nephew in the
next room. It would really be better, she told herself, if
she went for a walk and left the house altogether. Yet as
much as that idea made sense, she couldn't bring herself
to leave.

>From the many times she'd seen her nephew in shorts or
swim trunks over the summer, Karyn had a fairy good mental
image of his body.-less of course his more private areas.
Now she tried to picture them as well. Long ago, when her
husband had been alive, Karyn and Jack used to frequent a
nudist colony in southern Florida. On more than a few
occasions, they'd been joined on their vacations by
Michael's parents. Nothing ever happened between them of
course, but it had only been human nature that caused
Karyn to take the time to check out her brother in law. At
the time, she remembered being suitably impressed. Now she
couldn't help but wonder how the son might compared to his
father.

"A little peek couldn't hurt," Karyn thought to herself as
she looked at the closed door to the living room. "Just to
satisfy my curiosity."

Leaving her cup of tea to grow cold on the table, Karyn
quietly opened the swinging door-just enough to lean in
and take a quick look. She had chosen almost the exact
moment that Bernadette had slid Michael's cock into her
mouth.

"Shit!" Karyn said under her breath as she watched his
hardness move in and out of her friend's mouth.

Having taken a major step in just opening that door, Karyn
wasn't about to close it so quickly. After all, she hadn't
gotten a good look at Michael's cock yet, hidden as it was
in Bernadette's mouth.

Karyn was quickly captivated by the sight before her.
Despite her own sexual experience, she'd never seen a
woman give a blow job before-at least not in real life.
Under her thin dress, she could feel her body growing
quite warm. The older woman spread her legs and slid her
left hand up beneath her dress, coming to rest against the
source of that building fire.

With a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself.
With her right hand she reached up inside her dress and
began to play with her nipples which had already hardened
to her touch. She began to feel a nice warm glow spreading
out from her womanhood. It was almost as if she were
sharing the act in front of her.

Karyn's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she
watched Bernadette lick her nephew's balls. This gave her
an unobstructive view of her nephew's cock and she was
glad to see that heredity ran true. As for now retreating
back into the kitchen, it didn't even ever her mind.

A sigh escaped Karyn's lips as she watched Michael's cock
explode into Bernadette's mouth. Her hands raced across
her breasts and pussy as she imaged herself in
Bernadette's place, savoring every drop of his eruption.
She wished she had time to bring herself to orgasm, but
knew she'd pushed her luck as far as she dared. Finally,
reluctantly, she let the door swing closed.

She paused on the other side of the closed door, tempted
to step back in. Not wanting to give in again to
temptation, Karyn decided to take a little walk in the
night air. If nothing else, it might help her to cool down
little. If not, she could always give Angelo a call.

"Mmmm," Bernadette purred as she climbed back up onto the
couch next to Michael and slid her hand up under his
shirt, stroking his fine chest hair. "Now that was a
wonderful appetizer. But what say we get you a little more
ready for the main course." she added as she began to
unbutton his shirt with her other hand.

Still as horny as he'd ever been in his life, Michael was
not about to object as the nude woman next to him removed
his clothes. As each article of clothing came off,
Bernadette kissed the freshly exposed skin beneath it. In
no time at all, the sandy haired teen was as naked as
could be.

With lust in her eyes, Bernadette swung over and came to a
rest in Michael's lap. Gyrating her hips, she pressed the
cheeks of her ass against his young cock. She could feel
it growing to a new hardness beneath her. As it grew to
it's full length, she was able to shift her position and
rub her pussy against it as well.

"Oooo, that feels nice," Bernadette said as she leaned
forward and pressed her breasts against his face.

Eager to accept her offering, Michael leaned forward and
took her nipple into his mouth. Skillfully he swirled his
tongue around the small stub, alternating between soft
kisses and gentle bites. Bernadette's mounds were much
smaller than Cindy's, to which he had so recently become
accustomed, but they were no less enjoyable.

It brought to mind a little saying he once heard his older
sister telling a girlfriend. When it came to a girl's
breast size, anything more than a mouthful was wasted. A
small breast was just as enjoyable as a large one. At the
time, Michael thought it was just something they were
saying to make them feel better since neither was exactly
well endowed. Now he was delighted to find it was indeed
true.

Alternating between her petite globes, Michael covered
them with kisses and long, sensual licks. At the same
time, she reached down between her legs and took hold of
his fully enlarged cock. Playfully she tugged it, causing
a similar reaction from the lips wrapped around her 
equally enlarged nipples.

Unable to wait any longer, Bernadette lifted herself
upward and guided his cock until it rested against the
entrance of her wet pussy. .

She paused a moment. Her emerald green eyes looked into
his baby blues. The fire between her legs flared in
intensity as she saw the hunger in those eyes.

Dropping an inch, she eased his cockhead inside her. It
slid in effortlessly, her excitement having paved the way.
Then in a quick motion she dropped all the way and took 
him totally within her.

Michael gasped at the sudden envelopment of his young
manhood. The wet pressure around it brought a smile of
satisfaction to his face. As Bernadette began to move up
and down on his pole, the sensations grew in intensity.
Bracing her hands against the back of the couch,
Bernadette began to rise and drop with an ever increasing
frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a
suction that drew his cock further and further inside her.

"Oh God....Bernadette!.." Michael called out as he tried
to match her motions, totally banishing the image of her
as Mrs. Reverend McKenzie from his mind.

"Oh yes, fuck me," she cried out in response. "Give me
that cock, fuck me harder!"

At the rate she was moving, Bernadette knew that he would
cum quickly. Few young men his age had any kind of self
control. A few minutes later she felt his body tensing.
Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of
her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again
she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more
was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt
inside her.

Slamming her body down upon him, Bernadette grabbed his
arms and pulled him to her. Her mouth sought out his and
she kissed him passionately while his seed spread within
her. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she
continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had
been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white
cream.

"Oh yes." she gasped as she collapsed against him and
pulled his face between the valley of her mounds.

She held him tight against her, their eyes closed tight as
they enjoyed the comfort of each other's bodies. The only
sound heard in the room was the beating of their hearts
and the soft laboring of their breaths.

After a time and with great reluctance, Bernadette let go
and climbed off of him. She had wanted that moment to go
on and on. For one brief instant, all the world had seemed
perfect.

Realizing that Bernadette was now off him, Michael opened
his eyes. The blond woman already had her underwear back
on. It also seemed to Michael that she was trying hard not
to look at his naked body. A body she had been so taken
with such a short time before.

"I have to get home." Bernadette said in an almost
embarrassed voice as she pulled her dress over her head.

Dressed once more a the manner that the people of
Eaglestone expected of a minister's wife, Bernadette also
underwent a major change in personality.

"Michael, I really don't know what to say," she said as
she gathered up her belongings. "I don't know how to
explain my behavior. You have to believe me that I've
never done anything like this before."

Michael, who had now covered himself, much to Bernadette's
relief, looked into her eyes. Much to his surprise,
despite the twin facts that he had walked in on her
licking his Aunt's pussy as well as fucked him like a
waterfront whore, he believed her.

"It's all right, Mrs. McKenzie," he said, unable to think
of her as anything else right now. "That wasn't you. That
was someone else."

Bernadette managed a weak smile, then turned and quickly
exited the room. Moments later, Michael could hear her car
pulling out of the driveway.

By the time Karyn came back from her walk, Michael had
showered and gone to bed. She decided not to disturb his
rest. Better to wait until the morning before they
discussed what had happened tonight. Besides, she wasn't
sure she trusted herself to venture into his bedroom right
now.

The next morning at breakfast, Michael surprised Karyn by
announcing that he was going to head home a few days
early. Not mentioning the events of the night before, he
simply said he wanted to take care of some things before
the school year started. The redhead thought about it a
bit and decided that it was for the best. She even offered
to help him pack.

Epilogue

In the weeks and months that followed, Michael quickly
became caught up in the hustle of college life and the
events of that summer became the stuff of memory. He did a
great deal of growing up that year, surprising his parents
by making the dean's list and actually becoming serious
about a girl at school.

Aunt Karyn continued to keep in touch with him but never
mentioned Bernadette in any of her letters. That was until
he got one that came with a few photographs the following
September.

The first showed Karyn beaming as she held her new
goddaughter. Standing beside her, an even greater joy
reflected in their faces were the parents of that bundle
of joy, the Reverend and Mrs. McKenzie. In a much closer
photograph of the baby, which he read had been named
Michelle, he could see that she had the most striking deep
blue eyes.

END

Teachers Conference

by Ann Douglas

"Damn," Doreen Doyle said under her breath as the sunlight
from the open window forced her to open her eyes and greet
the new day.

Rolling over in bed, the 26 year old was immediately
reminded of the indecent amount of alcohol she had
consumed at last night's teacher's party. Sitting up in
the bed, she discovered that her head still hurt a little.
Who'd have ever thought that a bunch of teachers could
party so hard. Doreen hadn't felt so wasted after a party
since her senior year of college.

Still it had been fun, at least as much as she could
remember of it. When she had been selected as a delegate
from her home town of Parkerston, Indiana, the brunette
had expected to spend four days listening to boring
lectures and maybe having a little time for sightseeing.
After all, a free trip to San Francisco was worth a little
sacrifice.

What she had found instead was a few quick, quite
interesting meetings every day, followed by a nightly
party. Every night being a little wilder than the last,
with last nights being the grand finale. She wondered if
every conference was like this. If the school board knew
of it, they'd never foot the bill to send anyone next
year. It then occurred to her that was why every teacher
who had attended an earlier conference had given her the
same advise. "Just go there with an open mind and enjoy
yourself." She had thought at the time they were referring
to opening her mind to different theories of education.

Moving to the edge of the bed, Doreen noticed her clothes
from last evening scattered across the floor. She must've
really been out of it when she dragged herself back to her
room. Usually she would at least pile her clothes on a
chair or something. She had also been surprised to find
she had slept naked, something she didn't even do with her
boyfriend back home. Sliding her lower body from beneath
the sheets, she was presented with an even greater shock.
All of her pubic hair was gone.

"What the hell did I do last night?" She asked herself as
she ran her fingers across the now smooth skin between her
tighs.

Before Doreen could ponder the question too long, the
sudden sound of running water from the bathroom made her
jump with a start. There was someone in there. Grabbing
her glasses from the night table, she took a good look
around the room. While the room was almost a mirror image
of her own hotel room, there were enough small differences
to tell her she was in someone else's room. A quick glance
at the other side of the twin bed showed that someone else
had slept there. The inescapable conclusion was that she
hadn't spent the night alone.

Rubbing her head, Doreen tried to remember what had
happened last night. Now fully awake, pieces of the puzzle
fell into place. It wasn't the fact that she'd slept with
someone that upset her so. She had, after all, been
sexually active since she was 17 and slept with her
boyfriend Tim on a regular basis. It was that she couldn't
remember who it had been.

The image of Billy Thompson suddenly filled her mind. The
delegate from Seattle had been trying to hit on her since
day one. Was he the guy from the other side of the bed.
She did remember him trying to buy her a drink last night.

The sound of running water from the bathroom abruptly
stopped. In a few seconds, Doreen would see if it was
Billy or not. Hopefully it wasn't someone worse.

Doreen's eyes nearly popped out of her head and her small
mouth dropped open in shock as the bathroom door swung
open and a tall form walked into the room. Walking over to
Doreen, the blue clothed figure bend over and kissed her.
It was a warm touch, but Doreen was too much in shock to
respond. As her mystery lover moved away from her, Doreen
barely heard herself being asked to lock up behind her as
her lover in blue was late for a meeting.

The hotel room door closed behind her lover before the
reality of the situation fully hit Doreen. Her lover had
been tall, blonde and gifted with an incredible body. In
addition, her lover had been the last person she could
ever have imagined coming out of that door. Her name,
Doreen remember now, was Evelyn Howard. Doreen had spent
the night with another woman.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Doreen thought as she jumped
out of the bed. "What did I do last night?"

Grabbing the various pieces of clothing scattered across
the floor, Doreen quickly made for the bathroom and after
a quick wash proceeded to dress. As she buttoned up her
blouse, she noticed a small razor in the sink, still
covered with small brown hairs.

"Guess that explains were my hair went." She noted as she 
ran her hand through her long dark hair.

Exiting the bathroom back to the main room, she carefully
opened the outer door and looked into the hall. Thankfully
it was empty. Closing and locking the door behind her, she
quickly moved to the elevator and hit the up button.

During the short two floor ride, Doreen felt like every
person in the small elevator was staring at her. As if
they all knew what she had done. When the doors finally
opened on the twelfth floor, she almost ran out them.

It wasn't until the 26 year old was safely in her room
that Doreen was able to relax. Thankfully her assigned
roommate was already out for the day, attending some
conference or other. The school board back home hadn't
been willing to pay for a private room so she had been
forced to share accommodations. She'd had little contact
with her roommate, only having met her twice. A tough old
bitty twice Doreen's age, she'd made no secret of her
dislike of the night time parties and was usually already
asleep by the time Doreen made it back to the room.

"I need a shower." Doreen said to herself as she began to
strip out of the clothing she had so hurriedly put on only
twenty minutes before.

The hot water felt good against her skin as the fog in her
mind began to clear. She began to remember images from the
night before and by the time she had toweled dry, was
forming a good picture of the events that had led her to
Evelyn's bed.

Wrapping herself in a warm robe, she dropped onto the
unused bed and closed her eyes. As her thoughts drifted,
the last ten hours began to replay in her mind like a
movie.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The noise of the Flamingo Room filled Doreen's ears,
thankfully drowning out the sound of Billy Thompson's
voice. The grammar school teacher from Seattle had been
going on for almost twenty minutes on some subject or
other, all the while stealing glances down Doreen's blouse
whenever he could.

Normally, Doreen liked showing off her breasts. They
weren't very big, only a 34C, but she worked hard to keep
them firm and pert. It was just that Billy Thompson, while
sort of cute, was also an incredible bore. Over the last
few nights, she tried every way she could think of to let
him know she wasn't interested. She'd mentioned her
boyfriend back home at least a dozen times, but still he
kept coming back. Eventually she was just going to have to
tell him to bugger off, something she really hated doing.

"So I was saying to the Principle........" Billy went on
as he took another deep look down Doreen's shirt.

Doreen had finally had enough. Filled with liquid courage,
she opened her mouth to tell Billy off when a tall blonde
woman stepped alongside her. There were plenty of empty
seats around the bar so it was obvious that she wanted
something from one of them.

"Maybe she had the hots for "Mr. Rogers" here and is going
to take him away from me." Doreen thought hopefully.
"Maybe she's a long lost girlfriend."

That hope faded as quickly as the annoyed look on Billy's
face appeared. Whoever this woman was, she was no friend
of his.

The blonde in the bright green dress looked at Billy for a
moment, then turned to Doreen and smiled.

"Sweetheart, I've been looking all over for you." The
older woman said in a musical tone. "I thought we were
going to meet in the Kiki Kiki Room."

Doreen hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied.

"Oh my goodness, I'm such a airhead at times. I've been
having this fascinating discussion with Billy here, by the
way, have you met Billy Thompson from Seattle. I must've
lost all track of time. You will forgive me, won't you?"

Doreen put all she could into the statement, trying to
convey the idea that she was indeed supposed to meet this
woman. It would've helped greatly if she knew her name.
She'd seen her on a couple of discussion panels but really
hadn't paid that much attention.

"Oh course my pet, how could I ever stay angry at my
little pearl."

"I thought you said that you came to the Conference all
alone?" Billy said to Doreen.

"I......I..err....did." Doreen replied. "But......"

"Doreen and I are very old friends." The blonde said as
she reached out and took Doreen's hand in hers. "Very
close friends...." She added with a special emphasis that
couldn't be mistaken.

"I see.....I mean I didn't know....." Billy stammered as
his face turned a bright crimson. "I....have to
go.....excuse me."

With that he was gone.

"I hope that's what you wanted." The older woman said as
they watched Billy disappear from view. I've seen him
following you every night and you looked like you'd just
about had enough."

"Oh yes." Doreen gushed as she smiled at the woman. "I
just can't believe you got rid if him in a few minutes.
I've done everything but write him a note spelling out
that I wasn't interested."

"Evelyn Howard, from San Diego." The tall blonde said as
she reached out and again took Doreen's hand, this time
for a firm handshake.

"Doreen Doyle from Parkerston, Indiana." Doreen replied as
she returned Evelyn's firm grip. "My friend's call me Dee
Dee."

"Well the first part I got right away," Evelyn grinned.
"You're still wearing your name tag."

Looking down, Doreen grimaced on seeing the small name
plate clipped to her blouse. She quickly removed it. At
least that explained how Evelyn had known her name.

"Well anyway, I'm grateful." Doreen said as she slipped
the tag into her pocket. "Can I at least buy you a drink."

"Certainly," Evelyn replied. "But lets move to a table.
Standing at the bar attracts too many guys."

By the second drink, Doreen and Evelyn were fast on their
way to becoming the old friends Evelyn had fictitiously
created earlier. Evelyn, Doreen learned, was 39 and the
assistant principle at an junior high school back in San
Diego. This was her fifth conference and she sat on three
of the permanent discussion groups.

The conversation turned away from education and Doreen
talked a lot about her boyfriend, Tim, back home. He was a
nice enough guy. A lot of fun, both in and out of bed. But
she really wasn't sure she was ready to settle down. This
was only her third trip outside of the state, and the
other two had been supervised. There was so much to see
and do.

"Well no one is watching over you on this trip." Evelyn
said. "And there are a lot more interesting people to meet
than that bore from Seattle."

"Your right," Doreen said as she lifted her glass in a
toast. "To so many men and so little time."

So intent was he on draining her glass that she didn't
notice that Evelyn didn't share in the toast.

"How did you ever come up with that idea to get rid of
Thompson. I never would of thought of it." Doreen asked as
she put her empty glass on the table and signaled for
another.

"Well, sometimes with people like that, all you have to do
is present them with something they just can't deal with."

"Imagine," Doreen said as the waiter replaced her empty
glass with a full one. "Pretending to be a lesbian and
that I was your date."

"Oh I wasn't pretending," Evelyn said calmly. "I am a
lesbian."

Doreen nearly dropped the drink she had lifted halfway to
her mouth.

"It was only my date with you that I was pretending
about."

Doreen slowly placed the glass back on the table, her face
still registering surprise.

"Is that a problem?" Evelyn asked. "I really wasn't trying
to pick you up or anything."

No, of course not." Doreen stammered out. "You just caught
me by surprise."

For the moment, Doreen took a long look at Evelyn.
Lesbian. The word had never been part of her vocabulary.
Back home in Parkerston she had never even know anyone who
had ever met a lesbian. At least no one who had ever
admitted to it. Of course there were always those rumors
about Sylvia Johnson back in high school, but she had
moved away right after graduation.

Evelyn had said that she hadn't been trying to pick her
up, but just the same, Doreen began to wonder if the older
woman was attracted to her. While she never considered
herself beautiful, she knew that men found her pretty. Was
a lesbian attracted in the same way men were?

A few moments of awkward silence covered the table until
Evelyn finally broke it.

"I can leave if you like, I don't want to make you feel
uncomfortable."

"Oh no, please stay." Doreen responded. "I'm sorry for
staring but you really don't fit what I always thought a
lesbian would look like."

Without thinking, Doreen had whispered the word lesbian.
Just like she sometimes heard the old women in her family
lower their voice when they wanted to say something about
someone. Like "they drink you know" or "They had cancer
surgery". It was usually something unpleasant.

"You really don't have to whisper the word, Dee Dee."
Evelyn said. "I don't hide the fact that I'm a lesbian.
It's not some kind of disease."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had done it." Doreen
apologized. She really felt kind of foolish. After all,
she was so far from home, who would ever know she had
drinks with a lesbian.

As the conversation went on, Doreen found herself being
captivated by the woman on the other side of the table.
More and more she found herself staring at Evelyn's ample
breasts, wondering what it would feel like to touch them.
It had been a long time since she had such thoughts. Back
in her sorority in college, it was rumored that a few of
the girls engaged in lesbian practices, but Doreen never
found out if that was true. There were a few nights when
she saw girls sneaking into one another's rooms, but she
had never been invited. Sometimes she wish she had, just
out of curiosity.

Finally, the bartender called last call, and the two women
got up to leave. Doreen felt a little unsteady on her
feet, a combination of the alcohol and the strange
excitement she felt from being with Evelyn. She knew the
folks back home would never approve.

Waiting for the crowds by the elevator to thin out, Doreen
continued to stare at Evelyn. In return, the tall blonde
seemed to be ignoring her gaze. Finally Doreen concluded
that Evelyn might be thinking that she was looking at her
as if she was some kind of curiosity and decided to stop.
She was curious it was true, but it wasn't fair to treat
another person as such.

As the two women entered the elevator, they were joined by
another man. Doreen noted that Evelyn hit the button for
the tenth floor while she hit the twelfth. The stranger
had pressed four.

No sooner as the doors closed on the fourth floor behind
the man, when Evelyn stepped over to Doreen and abruptly
kissed her. Caught totally off guard, Doreen instinctively
opened her mouth to protest, only to have the protest
stifled by Evelyn's probing tongue.

Then as abruptly as it had begun, Evelyn broke the kiss
and stepped back.

"All evening, you've been wondering what that would feel
like." Evelyn said as she smiled. "I could see it in the
way you kept staring at me. So now you know."

Doreen was still too taken back to respond. It was been
both abrupt and exciting she had to admit.

Anything she then wanted to say was cut off by the chime
of the elevator door's opening on ten. As Evelyn stepped
off the elevator, she paused for a moment and turned to
Doreen.

"If you really want to see what it's like, I'm in room
1005." She said as the doors closed behind her.

While the elevator moved upward, a dozen thoughts ran
though Doreen's mind at once. Could she do something like
that? Who would ever know? Would she ever get another
chance? What would Timmy think? Did she even care?

The doors opened on twelve and she took one step out, then
hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back in and
pressed the button for ten.

Over ten minutes passed as Doreen stood outside the door
to room 1005. What am I doing, she asked herself for the
tenth time. The elevator chimed down the hall as she heard
a few people getting off on this floor.

Thankfully, they went in the other direction and entered
their own room. She could tell they were drunk and hadn't
even noticed her.

"Can't stand here all night." Doreen said to herself in a
low voice. "Either go forward or back."

Taking a deep breath she finally knocked on the door. Long
seconds passed and she thought Evelyn might have already
gone to bed. She was thinking of leaving when a voice
called from behind the locked door.

"Who is it?"

"Doreen...." She managed to stammer out.

A second later, the door swung open and she stepped
inside.

The room wasn't much different than her own. Same color,
same furniture, same boring art on the walls. Her head
turned as Evelyn locked the door behind her.

The tall blonde was now wearing a blue terrycloth robe.
Her hair had been unclipped and combed out, hanging
loosely around her shoulders. It was also slightly damp,
telling Doreen she had just come out of the shower.

"Did you forget something?" Evelyn asked as she smiled.

"I was thinking about what you said in the elevator."
Doreen said, her eyes fixed on the soft valley between
Evelyn's breasts that was visible through the folds of the
robe.

"And......? Evelyn asked.

"And, I think I'd like to know more." said Doreen somewhat
hesitantly.

"You think.....?" Evelyn said in a strong voice. "Either
you do or you don't. Now which is it?"

"I want to learn more." Doreen said, this time with
conviction.

Evelyn smile grew larger. She reached out and ran her
fingers down across Doreen's cheek. The school teacher
from Indiana found the touch unbelievably erotic. Her long
index finger slid down across Doreen's face and caressed
her small lips. Evelyn slid her finger into Doreen's mouth
and let her suck on it for a few moments. Pleased with the
young woman's willingness, Evelyn removed her finger and
took a step back. The bright smile grew to its fullest.

"I told you in the bar that I was a lesbian." She said as
she took the same finger and ran her tongue across it.
"What I didn't mention was that I'm also a dominant. Do
you understand what that is?"

Doreen had seen the word in a few books, she wasn't 
totally ignorant. She nodded a yes.

"Tell me what you think it is?" Evelyn demanded.

"I would guess that it's someone who's into Slave and
Master situations." Doreen said, proud of her being able
to answer. "A person who was a....." She hesitated a
moment as she tried to remember the word.
".......Dominatrix." She finally remembered.

"Very good." Evelyn said. "But there are various levels
and situations that go with that."

Doreen looked confused for a moment, her reading hadn't
covered anything like that.

"I'm not into whip, chains, leather or anything like
that." Evelyn laughed softly as she now ran her finger
down the deep valley of her 38D's. She could feel Doreen's
eyes glued to its journey. "I just enjoy the feeling of
being in total control. Do you think you could handle
something like that?"

Doreen thought about it for a few long seconds, her eyes
riveted on the drop of saliva running between Evelyn's
mounds until it disappeared beneath the robe. If Evelyn 
had asked her this a half hour ago in the elevator, Doreen
was sure she would've ran as fast as she could. Now after
taking the giant steps which had brought her this far she
only felt exhilaration instead of fear.

"Yes I could." She replied in a solid tone.

"Really now?" Evelyn countered.

With a flourish, the taller woman turned and walked over
to the edge of the bed. She motioned for Doreen to follow.

Standing at the edge of the bed, Evelyn hiked her left leg
up onto the bed. She pulled loose the sash around her
waist, allowing the robe to fall open. Doreen took a long
hard look at the naked body that had just been unveiled.
It certainly wasn't that of a 20 year old, but neither was
it that of a woman pushing 40. Her large breasts were
still full and only sagged a little. They were capped by
silver dollar sized aureole, which in turn were topped by
erasure sized nipples - already hard and erect. So
enthralled by Evelyn's endowments, the younger woman
didn't notice at first something she hadn't seen since
junior high school gym. A totally nude pussy.

A wicked grin on her face, Evelyn reached down and spread
her vaginal lips with her hand, drawing Doreen's attention
to its bareness.

"I want you to lick me!" She commanded.

Doreen dropped to her knees without a moments hesitation,
so compelling had been the command. She looked up at the
tall blonde and saw a pair of piercing blue eyes bearing
down upon her. Then she looked forward into the pinkness
stretched open in front of her.

"Last chance to back out..." Doreen said to herself as she
dropped her gaze to the floor and removed her glasses.

Then with less hesitation then she showed the first time
she took a boy in her mouth, the 26 year old grammar
school teacher reached out with her tongue and stroked the
sex of another woman.

"Mmmmm, this is pretty nice." Doreen thought as she
explored the inner reaches of Evelyn's canal.

The young woman found it pleasantly surprising that she
actually liked the taste that now filled her mouth. Prior
to this moment she had never sampled the juices of a
woman, not even her own. Based on the comments of both her
boyfriend Tim and two previous lovers, she had expected it
to be somewhat gross. At least that was the excuse they
had always given for not doing it for more a few minutes.
Just enough to help get her wet before intercourse.

After giving Doreen ample time to become comfortable with
exploring her womanhood, Evelyn took a gentle grip on the
back of Doreen's head and helped guide her tongue to the
most sensitive spots.

"Not bad for a novice." Evelyn chuckled as she pressed the
brunette's face deep between her legs.

Doreen took that as praise and increased the motion of her
tongue. Her face was now smeared with the sticky juices,
but she didn't care. Without even checking, she knew that
her own pussy, still covered by her panties, was also wet.

"I guess you can handle it." Evelyn said as she released
her grip on Doreen's head and guided her back to her feet.

As soon as Doreen stood up, Evelyn pulled her close and
kissed her again. This kiss was much more aggressive than
the one in the elevator. Evelyn really loved the taste of
her pussy on another woman's lips and after running her
tongue along the interior of Doreen's now willingly open
mouth, she began to lick it off her cheeks.

"Strip for me." Evelyn whispered in Doreen's ear as she
nibbled on the lobe. "Make me hot for your body."

Doreen took a big step back and reached behind her for the
zipper of her dress. She had never stripped for anyone
before. Usually the men she'd been with wanted her naked
as quickly as possible. She remembered an old adult movie
she had seen in a motel she and Tim had once spent a few
hours in. Incredibly, he had switched on the television
after their lovemaking and watched part of an adult film
for the last hour of their stay. Dropping her dress to the
floor, she tried to copy the woman she had seen that
night.

Cupping both breasts in her hands, Doreen played with them
for a few moments before releasing the front clasp. Then
with an exaggerated shimmy, she let the plain white bra
fall away from her mounds and drop off her arms. She
returned her hands to her breasts, now running her fingers
across the nipples. The girl in the film had breasts large
enough to pull up within reach of her own tongue, Doreen
knew she couldn't duplicate that. Instead she wet the tips
of her fingers and rubbed the last remnants of lovejuice
from her face, then spread it across her nipples.

Evelyn had laid back against the headboard and was playing
with her own breasts with one hand and sliding two fingers
of the other into her pussy.

"That's right." She purred. "Put on a show."

Doreen's slip followed the bra to the floor and she stood
only covered by a cheap pair of cotton panties. She slid
both her hands beneath the waistband and let out a loud
sigh. Then thrusting her shoulders back and her chest out
with each motion, she began to rub her own clit.

"Take it off!" Evelyn encouraged from the bed.

Doreen continued to rub herself, now adding pelvic thrust
to her gyrations. Then with as much strength as she could
muster, she expanded a previous small tear in the material
and ripped her panties off. Now totally exposed was a wild
growth of bushy brown hair.

No sooner had the now torn material hit the floor when
Evelyn jumped from the bed and grabbed Doreen's shoulders.
With a powerful shove, she tossed the smaller woman onto
the bed. Then lifting each of her legs up and outward, she
dropped down and buried her head between them.

"Oh God!" Doreen exclaimed as she felt the wet touch of
Evelyn's tongue. It was like a spark of electricity that
shot up and throughout her body. The first jolt was
followed by a second and a third, until it became a
constant wave of delight. Evelyn's skillful use of her
tongue instantly showed years of experience. In only a
minute she had brought Doreen to a place she had only
imagined before.

The pressure against her sex increased, driving her
further and further into a euphoric state. Her breathing
quickened as she forced air into her lungs in short gasps.
She gripped the sheet beneath her, balling it up in her
closed fists. Doreen could feel the crest of an orgasm
fast approaching, far faster than she could have ever
brought it on herself.

Rocking the bed she began to lunge her pelvis against
Evelyn's face, trying to match the blondes own thrusts.
Finally her body began to shake as indescribable pleasure
filled her existence.

"Ooohh Goddd!" She yelled in a high pitched voice.

Evelyn took a firm grip on Doreen's ass and practically
lifted it off the bed. She ran her tongue up and down the
hair covered opening as fast as possible, finally sending
her new found lover over the edge.

"YYYeeeesssss!" Doreen now screamed at the top of her
lungs, not caring who heard.

The shout was music to Evelyn's ears.

A few minutes later, the two woman laid side by side,
regaining their strength. A look of bliss covered Doreen's
face. She looked into Evelyn's blue eyes and finally
spoke.

"That was the most incredible moment of my life." She said
in a quiet little girl tone. "I wish it could've lasted
for hours."

"That was just a warm-up." Evelyn laughed. "We still have
a long way to go."

Doreen's smile grew brighter.

"But first, why don't we do something about this mess."
The older woman said as she ran her hand across Doreen's
cum stained pubic hair.

"Sure, I'll only take me a minute to clean it up." Doreen
replied as she started to get up.

"Actually, I was thinking of cutting it all off." Evelyn
interjected. "I don't think there's anything sexier than a
woman who's bare." She added as she spread her own legs
and let the overhead light shine on her own bare beaver.

Doreen didn't even stop to think about it. If Evelyn had
said they should go downstairs and run through the lobby
naked, she would've given the same answer.

"Ok." She said in that same little girl voice.

Ten minutes later, Doreen stood in front of the full
length bathroom mirror and admired her newly saved cunt.
Evelyn had handled the razor with precision and not even a
small scratch was visible. On her own, Doreen couldn't
even shave her legs without drawing blood. She ran her
fingers across the now exposed skin, giggling at its
softness.

"Mmmm, that's much better." Evelyn said as she embraced
Doreen from behind and cupped her small breasts. Playing
with her nipples, she kissed first her neck, then pulled
her head around and met her lips with her own.

This time the kiss was soft and gentle, and for the first
time, Doreen was able to appreciate the warmth of Evelyn's
kiss. A second kiss followed, then a third. All the while,
the blonde played with the smaller woman's breasts,
bringing her nipples to a stiff attention.

Evelyn took a seat on the bowl and pulled Doreen to her.
Her face now level with the small firm breasts, she kissed
each nipple in turn. Just a peck at first, then a little
harder. Soon Doreen's entire mound was covered with wet
kisses.

Pulling the brunette tighter in her embrace, the kisses
turned to love bites as Evelyn's teeth glided across the
soft skin. Then her attention turned to her nipples as
first one, then the other disappeared into Evelyn's mouth.

Doreen had never realized her nipples could be so
sensitive, or that the simple act of sucking on them could
feel so good. So distracted was she by this new
revelation, she jumped when she felt two of her teacher's
fingers slide between the folds of her now nude womanhood.

The faster her fingers slid in and out, the harder Evelyn
sucked. In a mixture of pain and pleasure, she brought her
junior right back to the excited state she had enjoyed a
short while before.

As if hypnotized, Doreen began to again gyrate in time
with the penetration. If Evelyn kept this up, she wouldn't
last another ten minutes.

As Doreen once against approached the edge of an orgasm,
Evelyn suddenly stopped.

Rising from the seat, she put her hands around Doreen's
waist and helped her hop up onto the vanity. No sooner as
she settle her ass against the cold countertop when Evelyn
replaced her fingers and began to again finger-fuck her.

The advantage of this new position was that Evelyn's large
breasts were now face level with Doreen. A fact that the
history teacher wasted no time in exploiting. Immediately
she lifted the right breast and guided the nipple to her
waiting mouth.

Like a babe at her mother's tit, the 26 year old woman
suckled. The rising heat from between her legs just
increased her desire to bring Evelyn the same pleasure
that she had given her.

"Oh yes, baby." Evelyn said as she pulled Doreen's lips
tighter against her breasts. "You're doing fine.

Moving to the other breast, Doreen continued to stroke the
saliva soaked nipple with her hand. What she lacked in
experience she more than made up in enthusiasm.

"Let's go back to the bed." Evelyn suggested as she pulled
her breast away from a reluctant Doreen.

Back on the bed, Evelyn laid out on her back and invited
Doreen to get on top of her. Instead of going face to
face, she swung her body around and again offered her
moist pussy to Evelyn.

"I knew you'd be a fast learner." Evelyn quipped before
she was silenced by the weight of Doreen's sexuality as
she pressed it down against her mouth.

By the time Doreen had moved her own head down between
Evelyn's legs, the blonde was already fast at work with
both her tongue and fingers. It only took a few minutes
for her to whip Doreen back to a teetering edge. Try as
she could, Doreen couldn't keep up with the more
experienced woman, but she would give it her best effort
all the same.

With her tongue pressing around and around Doreen's clit,
and her fingers now covered with shiny lubricant, Evelyn
abruptly switched hands. While her dry fingers soon became
as wet as those they replaced, Evelyn ran the wet hand up
across the curve of Doreen's ass and pressed the tips
against her tightly closed pucker hole.

First with one finger, then with a second, she pressed
forward and gained entry. Once her hole has been stretched
enough to hold two fingers, Evelyn applied enough pressure
to force them both inside.

The result on Doreen was immediate and explosive. Her anus
had always been incredible sensitive. Once, a long time
ago, a former lover had performed analingus on her and she
immediately fell in love with the act. Unfortunately, none
of her later boyfriends would have anything to do with
such a practice. Except for Billy who had once tried to
have anal sex with her, but had been such a clod that it
hurt too much to even get it inside.

Now with Evelyn finger-fucking both her pussy and ass, as
well as licking her clit, Doreen realized she was on the
threshold of the orgasm of her life. She gave up any
attempt to try and bring Evelyn off and instead simply
shut her eyes and allowed herself to drift on the currents
of ecstasy ripping outward from her crotch.

Finally in such a burst of raw energy that she thought she
might be having a seizure, Doreen climaxed as she had
never before. For the first time in her life she actually
gushed, covering Evelyn's pretty face with the products of
her eruptions.

Evelyn of course was more than happy to accept the gift,
continuing to both pump and lick away until she felt the
woman on top her began to go limp with exhaustion.

Evelyn had no intention of disturbing Doreen as she lay
drained, her now totally saturated cunt still resting an
inch above her mouth. She gently removed her fingers from
both holes and with a gentle motion of her tongue,
continued to partake of the fruit of her efforts. Evelyn
liked nothing better than the taste of a satisfied woman.

They made love once more that night, with Doreen finally
bringing Evelyn to orgasm. After that, they both slept the
sleep of the dead until Evelyn's bodyclock woke her up a
scant 15 minutes before her meeting.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The relentless drone of an unanswered alarm flooded
Doreen's consciousness. The flood of the memories that had
replaced the alcohol induced haze abruptly stopped as she
opened her eyes.

"Oh my lord," She said to herself as she pulled herself up
into a sitting position. "Was that really me last night?"

It had been, she was forced to admit to herself. It would
be easy to blame it on the booze. Simply say she had much
too much to drink and had gone way over the edge. But
while that lie could come easily enough, it wouldn't be
true.

It had been fun, and yes it had been exciting. Doreen
couldn't remember the last time sex had been so exciting.
But the thing to do now was admit that it had been both
fun and exciting and put it all behind her.

After all, tomorrow morning it would be back to
Parkerston, Indiana, population 4,425. Back to the
Eisenhower Elementary School were she was expected to set
a moral example to the community and "lesbian" was a word
not used in decent company.

Yes, that was definitely the best thing to do. Just chalk
it up as another little adventure that was better left
forgotten.

"Well better see what's on the agenda for today." Doreen
said out loud as she walked over to the desk and picked up
the brochure her roommate had left.

Circled on it were discussion groups about various
subjects by various well known and really incredibly
boring educators. No doubt her roomie would find them
fascinating.

Since the closing ceremony for the conference was
scheduled for 4:00 in order to allow many people to head
home tonight, there wouldn't even be a party tonight.

"Well at least I have a morning flight, no rushing to the
airport tonight." She said to herself as she looked at the
pile of suitcases her roommate had lefted by the door.

Her roomie had a 6:00 flight back to New Mexico, but
insisted on attending as many discussion groups and
lectures as possible. According to her plan, she would
attend the final comments and then race like the devil to
the airport to catch her flight.

"Well I wish her luck." Doreen thought. "Because if she
misses her flight she'd be stuck her until tomorrow and
I'll have to put up with her again."

Looking at the clock, Doreen remembered that she told Tim
she'd call him about this time to confirm what time her
flight would get in. That way she could be sure he'd be
there to meet her.

As she reached for the phone she realized that was a
really silly thought. Of course he'd be there to meet her.
And if she knew Timmy, he'd take her straight to his
apartment for a little between the sheets action. After
all, he'd been without for five whole days. Unless of
course he'd found someone else to keep his toes warm. The
image of Bobby Jo (Boom Boom) Kolwowski, the waitress at
the sports bar Tim spent so much time at suddenly came to
mind.

For the next half hour she sat on the receiving end of a
busy signal. Finally she called the operator and asked her
to interrupt, only to be told the phone was off the hook.

"He knew I'd be calling this morning, where could he be?"
She asked herself as she hung up the phone.

No sooner had she replaced the receiver back on the phone
than it abruptly rang. Quickly grabbing it she brought it
up to her face.

"Tim?" She asked, hoping that he had realized that the
phone had been off the hook and was now calling her.

"Who?" The feminine voice from the received asked. "Oh no,
sugarpie, it's Evelyn."

"Oh God!" Doreen thought. Just the sound of her voice sent
a tingle between her legs.

"Yes...." Doreen answered hesitantly.

"I'm going to be finished with the last panel about two
and I was wondering if you'd like to get together for a
late lunch? That is if you haven't already made any other
plans?"

"Well, I haven't really." Doreen answered, now aware that
the tingling had spread to her nipples. She hesitated for
a few moments then asked "Just lunch?"

"Well, I'll leave that up to you, darling." Evelyn laughed
softly.

Doreen stared at her reflection in the mirror across the
room. She had already decided that the best thing to do
about last night was simply forget it ever happened. She
couldn't, she mustn't do anything to change that.

"Could you hold on a minute?" She asked.

"Certainly."

Lowering the phone, Doreen repeated to herself that she
had made the right decision. After all, tomorrow she would
be back on her way to her real life. Back to Tim and
respectability. Of course there would be some perfectly
good explanation as to why he had missed her call. It was
only her imagination, her guilty imagination, that put him
in the bed of a bimbo.

"Just say sorry, I can't make it." Doreen said to herself.
"She'll understand. And who knows, if she really wants
company, I'm sure she'd have no trouble finding it."

Returning the receiver to her mouth, Doreen opened her
mouth to say just that. But instead it came out.

"I'd love to."

"Wonderful!" Evelyn exclaimed. "I'll see you about 2:30
then."

"Fine, I'll be ready." Doreen heard herself say before the
phone went click.

For a long minute she stood there, staring hard at the
phone in her hand. How had no turned into yes? What was
she thinking? Confused he hung up the phone.

Just then the phone rang again. Hesitantly she picked it
up and said hello.

"Hi peaches." Said the deep masculine voice on the other
end. "I'm glad I caught you."

"Timmy?" She asked.

For the next few minutes she listened as her boyfriend
explained that he had knocked over his phone when he came
in last night after a few too many beers. Figuring that
she must've been trying to call and got a busy signal,
he'd called her instead.

"So how's the conference been?" He asked.

"Very educational." She replied, thinking that was
definitely the truth.

"Well I can't wait for you to get home." He said. "It's
been a long and lonely week."

"Don't worry, I'll be home soon." She said and gave him
all the flight information.

"Great," He replied. "Well I'm going to have to run, babe.
I'm playing ball with the guys down at the bar this
afternoon."

"All right, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then."

Replacing the phone for a second time, she realized that
the tingling between her legs had now given way to a soft
wetness. But was it from Evelyn or Timmy? Should she call
Evelyn back and cancel?

Doreen picked up the phone and asked that Evelyn be paged.

A few minutes later, Evelyn came to the phone.

"Did you forget something?" She asked.

"Err....actually...yes I did..." Doreen stammered.

Silence on the other end indicated Evelyn was waiting for
more of a response.

"I just wanted to say....." Doreen began, stopping to take
a long deep breath.

"I just wanted to say that I wish that you'd call me Dee
Dee. All my friends do."

"Of course, Dee Dee, If it makes you happy." Evelyn
beamed, her smile almost visible over the phone. "But I've
got to get back. I'll see you later. I'm looking forward
to it."

"So am I." Dee Dee said as she too broke into a wide grin.

Turning to look at herself once more in the mirror, she
said out loud to her reflection.

"I guess just once more can't really hurt. After all, this
conference is supposed to be educational."

Then her thoughts turned to what she could wear, wondering
if she had time to stop at that really cute lingerie
boutique she saw over on 4th street.

END


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