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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.

Dark And Stormy Night

by Ann Douglas

(an309642@anon.penet.fi)

*with apologies to a certain long eared beagle.

A sudden flash of lightning filled the small cabin,
causing the transistor radio to momentarily crackle with
static. A few seconds later, the June night was filled
with a resounding crash as the sound of thunder caught up
with the light. The storm had been raging for a little
over two hours, alternating between violent clashes in the
sky and the steady patter of rain against the windows.

"That was a good one!" Exclaimed the dark haired girl as
she clapped in appreciation of the sudden illumination.

"You wouldn't think so if we were out there." Replied her
companion as she pointed out the large bay windows to the 
lake beyond.

"But we're not, are we?" The first girl retorted in a
exaggerated pout. "Sometimes you can be such a worrier."

"You're right." The first girl answered. "But one of us
has to have some sense. Otherwise you'd have us out on the
lake because you'd get a better view."

"Hey that's an idea." Robyn said in mock seriousness. "We
could take one of the boats down by the dock and..."

"Don't even think it...." Valerie cut her off in a dead
stop tone.

Both girls then broke in laughter.

All in all, watching the storm and snacking on popcorn and
the wine they had snuck out of the liquor cabinet wasn't
the worst way the two 18 year olds could spend the night.
Of course it wasn't what they had thought it would be when
they come up to the lake two days before.

Robyn Grayson and Valerie Carter had been friends for 12
of their 18 years, ever since they had met on the first
day of kindergarten. Back then, they had both been pudgy
little girls more interested in games and dolls than
anything else. With slight variations, that had continued
right up until they began to hit puberty.

In Robyn's case, womanhood sprung upon her with a
vengeance. She lost all her baby fat and in a single
summer went through a growth spurt that cause her to fill
up and out at the same time. Instead of the semi-plump
tomboy, she found herself a very attractive young lady
with a figure that drew boys like moths to a candle. It
was during that summer that she finally appreciated her
mother's insistence that she let her hair grow. Robyn had
wanted to cut it short because it kept getting in the way.
It now stretched down to a few inches below her waist.

Valerie also began to fill out that summer but unlike
Robyn, she lost none of her childhood fat. She added more
than a few inches to her height over the last few years
but with them came more pounds than she liked to think
about. Today she hit the scales at 160. Thankfully it was
spread throughout her body giving her a mature full
figured look.

Both girls sometimes wished that they could exchange
bodies, at least long enough to see what it would be like.
Valerie wished she could be as slender as Robyn. In turn,
Robyn wondered what it would be like to have a 38D bust
like Valerie's instead of her own small 34C.

Yet despite the physical changes, both girls had remained
steadfast friends. They had seen other friendships fall
apart when one friend became one of the popular crowd and
then no longer wanted to associate with former friends.
Robyn had become part of the in crowd, a head cheerleader
and the girlfriend of the star quarterback. But she made
it clear to anyone who even suggested that it would look
better if she "dropped" Val, that the crowd, the
cheerleaders and even the quarterback would go before her
friendship with Valerie did.

In fact, the hardest adjustment to their friendship over
the last few years hadn't been Robyn's rise in stature but
Valerie's. Between both of them, Valerie had always been
the smarter of the two. At least as far as the books were
concerned. A constant presence on the honor roll, the
short haired girl had finished the requirements for
graduation six months early. And since she had also aced
her SAT's, she'd been allowed to take courses at State
this last semester.

Valerie had been home only a few days when her mother had
announced that they were going up to the cabin for a few
days and wouldn't it be nice if she invited her friend
Robyn to come along. It would give them a chance to catch
up on the last six months.

The first days of the trip had been pretty uneventful,
just swimming in the lake, a little boating and barbecuing
with the neighbors. Then this afternoon, Val's 14 year old
brother, Bobby took a fall and twisted his ankle while
climbing a tree. It had swollen up pretty good and her
mother though it a good idea to take him into town and
have it x- rayed, just to be sure.

Since Val's father couldn't make the trip, heading into
town would leave the girl's alone, but Mae Carter said she
would be back in a few hours. If they had any problems in
that short time, well the closest neighbors were only a
quarter mile away.

The wait in the small hospital turned out to be a lot
longer than Mae had expected. By the time they were
finished the storm was just beginning to hit. Since the
old country roads had a tendency to wash out rather
easily, especially the small bridge over Dobson's Creek,
the safe bet was to stay in town until morning. So she had
called the girls and told them that Bobby was fine and
that they'd be back in the morning and not to worry.
They'd assured her that they'd be fine.

"I bet you wished you'd stayed home this weekend." Valerie
said as she took drained the last of the wine from her
glass.

"I don't know, this is kind of fun." Robyn replied as she
quickly refilled Val's glass.

"More fun than Sally Kellerman's Graduation Bash?" Valerie
countered as she looked at the now empty wine bottle. It
seemed like they'd just opened it. "That was tonight
wasn't it."

"Yeh, I think so." Robyn said in a somewhat unconvincing
tone as she stepped over to the bar and pulled out another
bottle. "But I really wasn't planning to go to that
anyway."

"Oh sure, the biggest party of the year filled with the
most popular people in school and you were just going to
stay home and do your nails." Val said as Robyn refilled
her own glass. "If my mom hadn't waited until we were up
here before mentioning it, I never would've asked you. It
wasn't fair to put you on the spot, not wanting to say no
to this trip. Its not like I'd be angry if you wanted to
go to the party instead."

"I mean it, I really wasn't planning to go." Robyn
insisted as Valerie looked on unconvinced. "I guess I'm
finally beginning to realize what really stupid assholes
some of those people are."

"Well, what do you know?" Valerie called out. "There is a
brain in that pretty head after all. Sometimes you can
open your mouth and speak up."

"Go to hell!" Robyn shot back in mock anger. "There are a
lot of times I open my mouth."

"Yeh, but then it's usually to attach it to some dumb
jock!" Val returned.

"Oh how sharp the tongue of a friend." Robyn laughed.

"Speaking of heads and sharp tongues, maybe we should go a
little easy on this stuff." Valerie suggested as she
indicated the glasses they both held. "Wouldn't do to have
mom come back and find us sloshed."

"You worry too much." Robyn said. "By the time she gets
back tomorrow we'll have had a good nights sleep and be
fine."

"Today you mean." Valerie corrected as she looked at the
large clock on the fireplace mantle and noted that it was
one in the morning.

"Whatever..." Robyn said, grabbing another handful of
popcorn.

"Does this new asshole category include Brian?" Valerie
asked, drawing up a mental image of Robyn's on again off
again quarterback boyfriend.

"Brian's both a prick and an asshole!" The long haired
girl replied. "Turns out he was screwing both Jenny Davis
and Helen Williams."

"That would be on the nights you were seeing someone
else?" Valerie asked.

"Yes, I mean, that was different..." Robyn replied.

"Of course." Val smiled.

"What about you?" Robyn quickly asked, changing the
subject.

"You haven't said one word about the guys at State. You
can't tell me you've been celibate all this time."

While Valerie hadn't Robyn's experience with boys, she was
far from a virgin. There had always been guys who realized
that she was cute in her own way and would rather date a
girl who's idea of an intelligent conversation wasn't what
new store was opening in the mall. That and the desire to
get a really good look at those big boobs that filled out
whatever she wore. Jocks, Nerds or somewhere in between,
guys were still guys.

"Well I've been really busy these past few months."
Valerie said, looking more than just a little
uncomfortable. "College course are a lot more difficult
than high school."

"Bullshit!" Robyn yelled back. "I can tell when you're
lying. You're seeing someone."

"Well......actually...." Valerie hesitated, she was
finding it hard to say the words that floated unbidden in
her mind.

"Come on, we're never had secrets from each other." Robyn
insisted. "Didn't I even tell you when I screwed Mr.
Peterson after he took me home from baby-sitting that
night."

Valerie remembered all to well how excited Robyn had been
when she called her up on Val's private phone one night
after midnight to tell her she'd just been fucked by
Robert Peterson. A successful businessman in his late
30's, Valerie still wondered what drew a man like that to
take such a chance with an 18 year old. She'd seen his
wife many times and she was a very attractive woman. Some
things she just would never understand.

"Yeh, I remember." She answered quietly, staring into the
glow that blazed in the fireplace.

"So you know you can trust me. Come on." Robyn insisted.

Valerie turned her gaze from the fire to her oldest
friend. She could see in her hungry eyes that Robyn was
possessed by a need to know. Still, the words wouldn't
come.

"Is it a teacher, or a professor isn't that what you call
them?" Robyn asked. "Are you sleeping with one of them?"

"No." Val simply replied.

"Is it someone that's married?" Robyn quickly continued.

"No." Val repeated.

"Then why can't you tell me?" Robyn asked once more.

Valerie stood up and walked over to the fireplace, again
loosing herself in the warm glow. She ran her hand through
her short black hair and sighed. It'd been a real long
day, and the need for sleep and the wine was beginning to
be felt.

"Why don't we just drop this and get some sleep?" She
said.

"Cause I want to know, that's why!" Robyn said. "I want to
know what it is that you can't share with someone you've
been friends with since we were five."

"Because you wouldn't understand, that's why?" Valerie
replied.

"What wouldn't I understand?" came Robyn's reply. "A guys
a guy. God knows I've slept with a few jerks. So what's
the..........."

Robyn suddenly paused in mid-sentence. She brought her
hand up to her still opened mouth in surprise. The reason
Val didn't want to talk about it suddenly seemed crystal
clear.

"Oh shit," She exclaimed. "He's black isn't he. You're
sleeping with a nigger! What's your mother going to do if
she finds out?"

Valerie just shook her head. It was bad enough that Robyn
couldn't let the matter drop without her letting her
narrow minded prejudices create all kinds of wild
fantasies.

"No, he's not black, or brown or yellow or for that matter
white." Val finally answered, no longer caring how her
friend would finally react. "If you really, really have to
know - he is a she!"

A pregnant silence filled the cabin as Valerie caused
Robyn to be speechless for the first time in her life. She
was certain she had just flushed a dozen year friendship
down the proverbial toilet. Staring once more into the
comforting flames of the fire, Valerie found that she
really didn't care. She was tired of hiding it. If her
friend couldn't handle the truth, well then maybe their
friendship was a mistake in the first place.

"What's her name?" Robyn asked.

"What?" Val asked, not actually hearing Robyn.

"I said, what's her name?" Robyn repeated. "Your
girlfriend, or am I supposed to call her your lover?"

"Whatever you're the most comfortable with." Valerie
finally responded, surprised at her friend's calm
reaction. "Her name is Beth Moskowitz."

The name brought a sudden image of a tall dark eyed girl
in Valerie's dorm. She had been introduced to her when she
had gone up to State during spring break to take a look at
the school.

"I remember her." Robyn said. "She's very pretty."

"Thanks." Val answered, unsure what else to say. "But it's
already over between us. She wants someone who can be out
in the open about our relationship. I'm not sure I'm ready
for that."

"I'm sorry." Robyn offered. The emotion in her voice
showing the sympathy was genuine. "You want to talk about
it?"

It had been a good long time since the two women had
really sat down and had such an intimate conversation. It
felt good to the both of them. Surprisingly neither of
them felt tired anymore.

"I should apologize for that nigger remark." Robyn said.
"I should know better than that, but sometimes the
prejudices you're surrounded with are hard to ignore."

"Actually I'm pretty surprised the way you've taken this
whole thing." Valerie said. "I almost expected you to call
me a dyke."

"I'm not that bad, am I?" asked Robyn.

"I guess not." Val smiled.

"True, lesbianism isn't really a subject that comes up a
lot in my circle of friends, but I'm not totally
ignorant." she went on. "I know there's a lot more to a
woman's interest in other women than the idea that she
simply can't get herself a man."

Actually, that little tidbit was the core of most of her
friends thinking on the subject. Dykes, as they preferred
to call them, were ugly girls who couldn't get a man and
so turned to each other.

Inevitably, some of their late night chat sessions would
turn to sex. Robyn had always found it laughable as to
what was considered acceptable and not. It was always ok
to talk about how you fucked your boyfriend or a new
position you tried. In fact, she could recall a night that
Betty Lieberman demonstrated on a banana the perfect blow-
job. Yet there was another night that Sally Keller asked
one of the other girls how best to masturbate and found
herself shut out of the group. Evidently, that was too
close to sexual contact between one girl and another.

"Was Beth a one time thing or are you defiantly into women
now? asked Robyn.

"I don't know." came Valerie's reply. "I still find guys
attractive, but I'm also attracted to girls too. To be
honest, I've been attracted to girls for a couple of
years. This was just the first time I had the opportunity
to do anything about it. If Beth hadn't been so open in
her sexuality, I'd still be thinking about it."

Robyn studied the face of her friend. The revelation that
she had been attracted to girls for years sent her mind
racing along a new track. It was almost a minute before
she asked the question that repeated over and over in her
head.

"Were you ever attracted to me?"

Valerie waited almost twice as long before answering. Just
saying the words seemed to take a great load off of her.

"I've been in love with you since I was 14." Valerie said.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Robyn gushed.

"What was I going to say?" Valerie asked "Do you think you
could've handled it?"

"Probably not." the long haired girl said after a moments
reflection. "I'm not really sure how I'm handling it right
now."

"Do you want to let this drop and turn in?" Valerie asked
as she looked at the clock. "It's almost one - thirty."

"No, I'm not tired." was Robyn's quick response.

Robyn took a long hard look at her long time friend. Most
of their life, they had been closer than sisters. Had one
of them been born a man, they would've undoubtedly been
lovers. Now that little hinge of fate seemed to have been
removed. If that was what they both wanted.

"What's it like?" Robyn asked. "Making love to another
woman?"

"I could say it was softer, gentler than being with a
guy." Valerie began. "But I don't think that would really
describe it. I really can't put it into words."

"I didn't think so." Robyn smiled. "Then I guess you'll
just have to show me."

"What...?" Valerie responded in disbelief. "Do you know
what your saying?"

"Maybe, maybe not...." Robyn grinned. "But I do know I
love you too. This is about the only thing we haven't done
together. I've always had a certain curiosity about it.
That much I'm sure of."

Valerie was taken a little aback, unsure what to make of
what she was saying or what to do next.

"Besides, I've gone to bed with guys for a lot less
reasons." She laughed.

Valerie knew that much was certainly true.

Robyn leaned over and kissed Valerie. It wasn't the first
kiss they had ever shared. There had always been the hello
and good-bye as well as the holiday kisses. In addition,
they had once practiced kissing one night back when they
were 15 and they were just beginning to date guys. Robyn's
first french kiss had been with Valerie. But all of those
had been mechanical. Technically correct but lacking the
feeling that you put into kissing a lover. This kiss had
that feeling.

A second kiss followed and this time Valerie opened her
mouth as she felt the soft pressure of her friend's tongue
against it. Many nights over the years she had dreamed of
this moment. More than a few times she had been in bed
with Beth and she had imagined it had been Robyn instead.
Now the unexpected reality of it all as their tongues met
was enough for a sudden moisture to appear between her
legs, and any sense of caution to be tossed to the wind.

The night sky suddenly erupted with the most violent
thunderflash yet, one so close that the boom of its fury
followed before the light faded. The windows shook as the
sky opened up once more.

"Wow, that was some kiss!" Robyn exclaimed. "I can't wait
to see what the rest is like."

Valerie merely grinned back, feeling a pleasing warmth
filling her soul.

Now it was Valerie's turn to initiate a kiss. As she
pressed against the softness of her friend's lips, she
reached up and caressed her breasts through the blue
nightshirt. Her hand closed and cupped one breast, sending
a soft sigh from Robyn's lips.

"Let me take this off." Robyn said as she grabbed the
bottoms of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Gazing with admiration as Robyn's pert breasts bounced
free, Valerie found it funny that even though she was the
one with all the experience in this sort of thing, it was
her neophyte lover who seemed the more aggressive. It was
like the old saying that there was no one more passionate
than a virgin who had decided to give up her virginity.

"Now your turn." Robyn said as she tossed her nightshirt
aside and gave a little tug on Valerie's.

Robyn's eyes widened as the red shirt lifted and she
looked down at Val's much more ample bust. She couldn't
even begin to imagine how many times she had seen her
girlfriend naked over the years, between sleepovers,
school showers and such. This time it was different. It
was the first time she looked at her body with a sexual
lust. The girl wondered if the warm flush she felt was the
same thing a guy felt when he first saw those melon sized
mounds.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Robyn immediately
reached out and ran her hands across Val's breasts,
rubbing her fingers against her wide dark aureoles. It
sent an even more powerful rush through her body. She
couldn't believe how warm her skin felt to the touch. It
was as if she were running a fever.

Valerie was indeed consumed with a fever, a heat that had
simmered over the years. She reached over and cupped
Robyn's breasts, lowering her head at the same time.
Passionately, she began to cover them with kisses before
taking one of the nipples into her mouth. Her tongue
played with the hard little tip, sending little shivers of
delight through the smaller girl.

"Oh that feels nice." Robyn gushed as Val moved to her
other breast, at the same time still caressing the first
breast with her hand.

Valerie's touch was so unlike that of Brian, her most
recent lover. In fact she couldn't compare it to any of
the men she'd be with. She only knew that it felt great.

Valerie continued to suckle at Robyn's breasts as she
reached down and rubbed her fingers against the long
haired girl's wet panties. Robyn responded by pushing down
her panties, giving her friend greater access to her
pussy.

Her response to the invitation was first one finger, then
a second, deep inside Robyn's love canal. It wasn't long
before her ministrations brought forth a wet, sweet
response that covered her fingers.

Robyn now tried to duplicate Valerie's skill with her
tongue as she lifted one large breast to her lips. Of
course she didn't have Val's skill, but she had tried this
on a boy or two. At least those who didn't freak at the
idea. For some reason, guys seemed to associate having
their nipples licked or someone playing with their ass
with homosexual acts, even if it was done by a girl.

Still, she put everything she had into it as Valerie gave
her a reassuring moan. Valerie's fingers continued to
slide in and out of her as she moved to Val's left breast.

After giving Robyn the time she needed to satisfy her
mammary urges, Valerie guided her to the floor in front of
the fire and spread her legs. Robyn knew what was coming
next and smiled at her new lover in anticipation.

The skillful tongue that had so caressed her breasts now
began its work on her sexuality. Robyn let out a loud cry
of pleasure as she felt the slick appendage slide in and
out of her. She reached down and put her hands on the back
of Valerie's head, guiding her to her most sensitive
spots.

The clock on the wall ticked away as wave upon wave of
delight spread out across her body. She closed her eyes
and let herself become lost in the ecstasy. The soft cries
that escaped her lips every now and then brought an
increased desire to Valerie. Tonight was a hundred nights
dreams become reality. The honey dew that covered her
tongue was like nectar of the gods. She scooped it into
her mouth eagerly.

"I've got to try this!" Robyn exclaimed as she shifted her
body until Valerie and her were in a sixty-nine position.

The scent of Valerie's womanhood filled Robyn nostrils,
making her slightly lightheaded. She parted her friend's
lips with her fingers and reached out for her first taste
of another woman.

It was, she decided, tantalizingly tangy. Closing her
eyes, she relished the sensation, even as she reached out
for more. More that Valerie was all too willing to give.

The larger girl pressed her now pulsating mound deeper
into her lover's face, even as she mashed her own mouth
into Robyn's virgin pussy. She was driven by the idea that
this would be her friend's first orgasm by another woman.
A woman who had loved her for so long and had dreamed of
this night.

It soon became a game of dueling tongues as each tried to
outdo the other. Valerie obviously had the experience, but
Robyn was driven by an enthusiasm that just wouldn't quit.

They rolled back and forth, their heads buried between
each others legs. Nothing else mattered except the climax
that each was driving the other to.

A thin film of sweat covered both girls as their hearts
began to race. Never had either of them had ever felt so
excited. Valerie felt that she should be crying out how
much she loved Robyn, but she couldn't bear to tear
herself away from the luscious banquet she was feasting
on, even for a moment.

Robyn, on the other hand, couldn't help but let out moan
after moan as her lover's skillful tongue reached up and
into the core of her sexuality. No guy had ever brought
her to such an ecstatic state. Fast as the waves of
passion were now ripping through her supple form, she knew
she was on the verge of a memorable climax.

So powerful were the ripples causing her flesh to quiver
and quake, she was having a hard time trying to keep up
with Valerie. She just couldn't concentrate on what she
was doing. Finally, she just gave up and surrendered to
the fire of Val's desire.

Valerie felt the absence of her lover's tongue but she
didn't mind it a bit. She was overjoyed to have had her
try as hard as she did, it was more than she could've
imagined. She slid a free hand down between her own legs
and began massaging her saturated mound, taking up where
Robyn left off. She was determined that they climax
together, even if she had to bring the both of them off
herself.

It didn't take long at all. It was almost impossible to
tell which of them exploded first. Valerie felt Robyn's
body stiffen in her arms, then a loud gasp filled her
lips. A second later, she felt her own body erupt as well.
At that moment, as if a sign from the heavens that they
had fulfilled their destiny, the night sky erupted in a
final flash of luminance, followed seconds later by a
roaring thunderclap. A detonation so powerful it caused
the walls of the cabin to shake as well. It was the last
burst of a tempest which had finally blown itself out.

Like the storm, both girls had expended the last of their
energy in that final explosive moment. Robyn collapsed
against Valerie, resting against her rapidly cooling
flesh. Exhausted as well, Valerie gently stroked Robyn's
hair. In a soft, weak, voice she spoke.

"I love you, Robyn."

Still catching her breath, Robyn couldn't summon up the 
strength to answer. Instead she leaned over and kissed
Valerie's breast. The meaning of the non-verbal message
was all too clear.

It was impossible for either girl to tell how long they
just laid there. Neither was aware of anything but the
beating of their own hearts and the cloud of euphoria they
found themselves floating in. Occasionally, one would
stroke or gently kiss the other.

Gently, the excitement of the night, coupled with the cool
breeze that had come up in the wake of the storm, lured
both of them into a dream filled slumber. There, the image
of their love was replayed again and again.

Sunlight had long filled the cabin as the two girls slept
on. Still naked, they had become entwined during the
night. It was only when the sound of a car coming up the
driveway filled the room that Robyn's eyes slowly opened.

She smiled as she felt the warmth of Valerie's skin
against her cheek. Her lover's breasts had served as her
pillow. The new sound of a car door slamming and voices
outside caused her eyes to now rapidly open and she jerked
her head upward.

"Easy, Bobby," said the woman's voice from outside the
window. "The doctor said you have to take it easy on that
ankle."

"Oh shit!" Robyn reacted to Mrs. Carter's voice as she
began to shake her friend awake.

"Just five more minutes." Valerie said in response to her
girlfriend's shaking.

"Val, your mothers back." Robyn said softly. "And we're
naked."

"Oh shit!" Valerie said as she repeated Robyn's reaction.

Both girls scrambled for their nightshirts and quickly
pulled them on. There was no time for anything else as
they heard the front door opening.

"Honey, we're home." Mae Carter called out as she stepped
inside.

The tall woman paused as she saw the two nightshirt clad
girls. She was surprised to find them still not dressed at
ten thirty.

"Hi mom." Valerie said.

"Hi indeed." Mae said. "I would've expected the two of you
would've been up hours ago."

"Well we kind of stood up pretty late last night." Valerie
explained. "The storm and all...."

"And we got to talking," Robyn cut in. "Catching up a
little."

"I see." Mae commented.

"Hey mom," Bobby called out from behind her.

Mae turned around and saw what Bobby had found. There,
spread out on the floor, were three empty bottles of wine.
As well as two glasses still half full.

"The storm huh." Mae said as she gave the girls a hard
stare.

"Well...." Valerie replied, the ambiguity in her voice 
telling Mae that she knew they had been busted.

"It's my fault, Mrs. Carter." Robyn interjected. "I opened
the wine. I was a little scared of the storm."

Mae though about it for a minute. Her expression remained
stern. Then, it slowly began to soften.

"Well it was a bad storm." She began. "And as long as you
both understand that alcohol should never be used as a
crutch."

"Yes, mother." Valerie quickly said.

"You don't have to worry about that, Mrs. Carter." added
Robyn. "I'm positive that we'll never need alcohol again
to get us through the night. Not as long as we have each
other to depend on."

"Good, now get some clothes on." Mae smiled. "I've got a
car full of groceries out there. I'll start breakfast
while you unload them."

Her attention already on the kitchen and the mess she
would probably find there as well, Mae missed the smiles
and meaningful looks the two girls silently exchanged. Yet
even had she noticed them, there wasn't a chance in the
world she would ever guess the meaning behind them. Or
ever understand how their relationship had changed - on a
dark and stormy night.

END

A Hot Summer's Night

Part 1

by Ann Douglas

(AnnD55@nyc.pipeline.com)

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 too 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 but without electricity the microwave was
out. So She'd have to endure it just long enough to heat a
TV dinner. 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 also 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 broken up with her last
boyfriend in June and really hadn't met anyone 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 things 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 blonde
haired girl was thinking of seeing how good a fuck he
might be when his birthday came around again.

But Herman had died of a heart attack 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 told her that she 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 argument 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 blondes.

The splash of cool water against her 5'4" frame felt good.
The frigid touch caused her nipples to harden, reminding
her it had been some time 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 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 too 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 washed 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 36 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 news." 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 couldn't hurt to be nice to the
super. You never knew when something in the apartment was
going to break and you needed it fixed right away.
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 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 attack, 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
bottles 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 begun 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 women 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.

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 wide 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 of both 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 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 then moved her
head down Rachel's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her
way. Lower and lower she kissed 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 steady 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 lay still. She lay 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 areolae. 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 theirs had peaked. 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 other 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 seen 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 the 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 her face. With her legs spread, Toni lowered herself
until her bushy mound hovered right over Rachel's waiting
mouth.

Rachel stared for a few seconds at the hairy pussy barely
two inches above her. It was her first real look at a
woman's sex in a good many years. Who would have 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 its
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 lay 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 powder
keg 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 thighs, causing the older woman to erupt
again in an orgasmic 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 torrents 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 she felt so exhausted or satisfied. She
collapsed forward across Rachel's body, her eyes closed
once again, this time in exhaustion.

Rachel just lay there beneath her, licking the spilled
juices from her olive hued legs. Without being able to
look at herself in the mirror, she knew her face was
covered 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
Rachel 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 complement she had ever
received. The look of satisfaction on her face as the two
naked women 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 theirs 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 answer 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 one o'clock.

A Room With A View

by Ann Douglas

Jimmy O'Rourke sat on the living room couch as he and his
parents watched the movie of the week. It was a hot summer
night and the O'Rourke's apartment didn't have air
conditioning. The outdated wiring of the old Brooklyn
apartment house just couldn't handle the load. Instead the
16 year old had to settle for sitting around in his gym
shorts and trying to cool off with the large fan over in
the corner.

The movie was pretty boring, but his mother seemed to
enjoy it. His father had dozed off in his chair about a
half hour ago. Jimmy really wished they were able to have
cable put in, nothing was ever really good on network
television. Out of the corner of his eye, though the open
window next to his father's lounger, Jimmy saw a light
come on. Specifically, the light in the rear bedroom of
the apartment across the court. Glancing up at the clock
on the wall, the young man smiled as he noted the time.

"Showtime." he thought to himself. Holding his excitement
in, he got up and announced he was going to turn in. It
had been a long day.

"Aren't you going to wait to the end of the movie?" Mrs.
O' Rourke asked.

"Nah, you can tell me how it turns out." came his reply as
he left the living room for the small bedroom behind it.

Stepping into the darkness, Jimmy made no attempt to turn
on the light. Instead, he merely quietly closed the door
and put the small hook lock in place. The lock had been a
small concession from his parents when one of his two
sisters had walked in on him one morning when he was
changing. They had a lock on the large bedroom next to
his, so it was only fair that he had one too.

Satisfied that the door was secure, Jimmy dropped onto his
bed and looked out his own window. The shade which
normally covered the opening was pulled all the way up, a
sight not that unusual on these August nights. From his
vantage point, he could see right into the brightly lit
room across the courtyard. It wasn't just any room, it was
her room.

It was totally by accident that Jimmy had discovered the
wonderful opportunities the window only a clotheslines
distance away held. He had been sick one night from
pigging out on pizza and soda and was just laying there in
the darkness nursing a stomachache. When she had walked
passed the window, stark naked right from the shower - he
had almost fallen off the bed. Since then, he had become
more familiar with the schedule of her household then his
own.

Maria Gonzalez was 24 years old, single and had lived
across the way for about six months. He had passed her
many times in the halls of the four story walkup. At the
time, the teenager had noted that she was kind of cute and
didn't have a bad body. Of course at his age, he made that
appraisal of just about every girl he saw, his sisters
included.

Usually he would a chance to say a quick hello as she
raced up or down the four flights to and from her
apartment. She worked as a waitress at a local dinner and
put in as many hours as she could. There were 18 other
families in the building so aside from a quick once over,
he had never given Maria that much thought before.

Now laying in the darkness, Jimmy began to become
impatient for her to appear. He hoped that his slight
delay in acting on the appearance of her light hadn't
caused him to miss her. He removed the small pair of
binoculars he kept hidden beneath the mattress and trained
them into her apartment. Even on the best nights, he would
only get a quick look at her.

The first thing he noticed through his spyglasses was that
she had moved her dresser. The large mirror on top of it
was now almost in line with the window.

"Shit." Jimmy muttered under his breath. "Why'd she have
to move the damn dresser?"

Previously, the dresser had been on the far wall and Maria
had to step in front of the window to get her comb or take
clean underwear out of one of the drawers. If Jim was
really lucky, he would get a real good look at her tits.
Now all he could hope for was a peek at her ass with her
back to him.

Disappointed, Jimmy dropped the glasses onto his bed and
sighed. It was too good a thing to have lasted. He was
about to get up when a motion across the way caught his
eye.

It only took a moment to bring his binoculars back into
play. There, reflected in the large mirror was a full
frontal view of Maria, clad only in a skimpy bra and
panties.

"Oh God!" Jimmy exclaimed, remembering at least to keep as
quiet as possible.

Previously, he had only gotten quick looks at her, but now
she was just standing there. Giving him the time to fully
appreciate her slender form.

Maria had very short black hair that extended to only an
inch or so below her ears. Her skin was a rich caramel
brown. The bright white of her lace bra and panties was an
effective contrast. Fixing his stare on her breasts, Jimmy
wondered how big they were. They looked a lot bigger than
they did when she wore her uniform, which was usually what
he saw her in.

In fact, they looked a lot bigger than his 19 year old
sister Judy's, the only girl's tits he had really seen.
That had been one night when they were sitting at the
kitchen table playing a board game and Judy was wearing a
pajama top. The light was shining behind her and he could
see her breasts hanging loose beneath the material. he
felt funny getting a hard on looking at his sister, but
finally decided that a girl's boobs were a girl's boobs.
It didn't matter if they were your sisters.

He later took one of her bra's out of the hamper and
checked the size, it was a 34C. he was sure that it
would've been too small for Maria.

Jimmy watched in fascination as Maria combed her hair. His
eyes kept shifting from her reflection to her actual body.
She had an incredible ass, he thought. It was small and
firm and really hugged the small panties. It looked so
close he felt like he could just reach out and touch it.

Rubbing his free hand against the hard on that strained
against his shorts, Jimmy let out a soft sigh. This was
better than cable.

Maria then reached up behind her back and undid the clasp
of her bra. Jimmy couldn't believe his luck. She was going
to take it off.

When the soft brown globes popped free of their
restraints, Jimmy thought he was going to shoot his load
right there and then. Forget about her ass, he could see
every detail of her tits. The dark circles at the ends and
the small stubby nipples in the center. Never mind wanting
to reach out and touch them, he now imagined himself
kissing them all over.

His hand slid into his shorts and pulled his cock free.
Gently, slowly, he ran it up and down his full six inches.
It felt so good. In the back of his mind, he imagined what
it would feel like if it where Maria's fingers wrapped
around it.

Maria now took each breast in hand and rubbed them
vigorously, restoring the circulation that was sometimes
cut off by the tight bra. The motion of her fingers felt
good to her. Playing her nimble fingers over her nipples,
she quickly brought them to a full hardness. It'd been a
long time since she'd had a man to play with them. What
with college classes during the day and working at the
dinner at night.

Sure there were plenty of men both in school and at the
dinner who would be happy to take them off her hands so to
speak. But she was looking for more than just a casual
fling. She was far from a virgin, having given herself to
her older boyfriend at 16. But as she had gotten older
herself, she knew she didn't want to find herself like so
many of the girls she had grown up with. Married to a
useless loser who once had seemed so desirable and tied
down with a few kids. Or worse, alone with a kid after
being dumped by a guy who didn't want to be tied down.

For a few minutes, the brown skinned woman lost herself in
the sensation of flesh upon flesh. Eyes still closed, she
slid her hands down across her breasts one last time and
over her flat stomach. They came to a rest when they
reached the small white triangle between her legs. Using
both hands, she rubbed against the silk material. A soft
sign escaped her lips in response to her caress.

Jimmy began to pump furiously as he watched her play with
herself. Already he could feel a fire growing in his
balls. Through the powerful binoculars he had borrowed
from his father, he could even see small bushy hairs
sticking out from beneath the folds of Maria's panties. He
only wished he had borrowed his dad's camera with the
telephoto lens instead. Then if he had, where would he
have gotten the pictures developed?

Jimmy was now so oblivious to everything but the image
before him, he wouldn't have even noticed if his mother
had walked in on him at this moment.

Across the way, Maria was in a similar state, having slid
one of her hands beneath the waistband of her panties to
provide a deeper touch. Her breaths began to come in
shorter gasps as she slid first one, then two fingers
inside of herself. In due time a third finger would
follow.

Faster and deeper she moved, manipulating the small nub of
her clit and covering her long, slender fingers with her
wetness. Eventually the cloth of her underwear became too
restrictive and was quickly discarded - much to Jimmy's
delight.

Each was lost in their own world, riding the waves of a
rising ecstasy. They were joined in a common desire to
reach the summit, a bond that united them as if the
clothesline were a umbilical cord.

Jimmy'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 having trouble keeping Maria in focus. No matter,
the image was locked in his memory. A stray thought filled
his mind for a moment - he was glad his bed didn't squeak.

That though quickly vanished as 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.

Across the small courtyard, Maria had also reached her own
climax, although a much softer and quieter one. Still it
had been satisfying enough. Enough to let her sleep and
dream of better days - and nights.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she decided a
quick shower was in order. Her eyes seemed to have a
mischievous gleam in them as she looked deep into the
mirror and a wide smile appeared on her face.

Still naked, she turned away from the mirror and leaned
out of the window. Had Jimmy's father, who had awaked a
short time before, taken that moment to turn away from the
movie credits rolling across the screen, he would've
gotten an eyeful. As it was, she went unnoticed by all but
Jimmy.

Petrified, positive she could see him, Jimmy laid
motionless. He was afraid to even bring down the field
glasses because that motion would've drawn attention to
himself. Any erotic thoughts were long gone from his head,
even his once hard cock had now shriveled up.

Jimmy wasn't sure how long she stood there. It could've
been only a minute or an hour. Then her smile seemed to
grown wider and she blew him a kiss, before disappearing
from sight.

"Oh God." Jimmy panted as he tried to stop shaking. "I've
never been so scared before."

A few seconds later, the light across the way went out. He
quickly cleaned himself up and crawled under the sheet.
Still it would be two hours before he could finally fall
asleep. He figured that if she hadn't come over to
complain to his parents by then, she wasn't going to. It
was a good thing he didn't consider the idea that she
might be by first thing in the morning or he never
would've gotten to sleep.

Over time, the fear that he felt faded and only the erotic
excitement of that night remained. Jimmy never did figure
out how she had spotted him that night or if she had known
he was there all along. The experience was never repeated
because the next day, a new pair of blinds appeared in the
window.

Maria moved out two months later when she finally finished
her college classes. Jimmy overheard one of the neighbors
say she had gotten a job with a Manhattan firm and had
moved on to a bigger and better apartment.

In those two months, Jimmy only passed Maria in the hall
once. It was the week before she moved out. For the first
time since she had lived there, she stopped and looked at
him when he said hello. She smiled back and returned the
greeting.

"It's nice to see you again." She added, that same
mischievous gleam in her eye.

With that she was gone, leaving a relieved and upon closer
inspection, a much aroused Jimmy O'Rourke.

END

A Visit To Grandmother's House

(Part One)

Sally Liebowitz hummed a tune as she walked down East 53rd
st. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and she was on her
way to have dinner with her Grandmother. Actually she was
several hours early for her usual Friday Dinner but it was
such a beautiful spring afternoon she had skipped a boring
lecture at the City University.

One of the conditions her parents had set when they agreed
to let her move back into the city while she attended
college, was that she check in with her grandmother at
least once a week. Sally was sure that her parents were
more concerned with Grandma Shirley keeping an eye on her
rather than the other way around. Not that the 19 yr old
minded. Shirley Klein was her favorite person in the whole
world. If she hadn't been her Grandmother, Sally would've
adopted her as such. All her life, Shirley had been the
one to encourage her to reach out and grab all that life
had to offer. The brunette smiled as she recalled
Grandmother's favorite advice. "You can't just sit on your
ass waiting for your ship to come in, you have to row out
and meet it!"

She smiled at the doorman of Shirley's building as he
opened the door for her. He assured her that her
Grandmother was home and asked if she wanted to be
announced.

"No thanks, Mr. Collins," Sally said. "I have my key.
Grandmother usually takes a nap in the afternoon, I'd hate
to wake her."

"Well enjoy your visit." He replied.

As she entered the lobby, Sally could feel the gray haired
doorman's eyes following her. Feeling a little frisky, she
gave her ass a little wiggle. Might as well give the old
man a little treat she mused to herself.

The long hair brunette liked to tweak the interest of the
men she passed. 5'6" and 105 lbs, she had a figure that
was more than pleasing to the male eye. The short sleeved
yellow blouse and blue skirt completed the picture.

As the elevator rose to the 12th floor, Sally reached into
her purse for her keys. Grandmother always told her, have
your keys ready before you get out of the elevator. It's
safer that way. Sometimes, Shirley Klein sounded like the
proverbial Jewish Grandmother.

Exiting the elevator, Sally walked quickly to apt 12b and
opened the door. The apartment was quiet as she entered,
no television or radio on. Dropping her purse on the
table, Sally was about to call out and then thought better
of it. If she was napping, no sense waking her.

As was her habit, Sally took a minute to check out the
latest addition to the photo gallery on the wall.
Grandmother had been a professional photographer when she
was young and still liked to spend at least a few days a
month photographing the city. The gallery ranged from
pictures of last weeks Memorial Day to a photo of her
Grandparents and her father. Everyone said that Sally was
almost the image of Shirley when she was a teenager, but
Sally never really say the resemblance. At least not in
any picture she had ever seen. That was one thing she
always found strange about the wall. There were dozens of
photographs of every other member of the family, but
almost none of her Grandmother. The great photographer
was, she always claimed, camera shy. Reaching the end of
the long wall of pictures, Sally decided she was thirsty.

Moving to the kitchen, she checked the fridge, only to
find that there was no soda. Settling for juice, she
poured herself a glass.

"I guess putting on the TV is out," Sally said to herself
as she finished the glass and put it into the sink. "Maybe
shouldn't have come so early after all."

A sudden noise from the direction of the bedroom started
the young girl. She quickly walked to the back bedroom and
began to open the door.

"Gran........" Sally started to say, but the word froze in
her throat as she looked into the room.

Stretched out on the bed, was her 62 yr old Grandmother -
totally naked. Her legs stretched out in each direction,
the dark haired woman was furiously pumping a large rubber
dildo in and out of her gray haired pussy. Her eyes were
tightly closed and a soft moaning could be heard from her
lips. It was that which Sally had heard.

Sally's first impulse was to turn and gracefully exit. But
she found herself transfixed by the image before her. In
fact She found herself taking a good long look at her
Grandmother. Shirley Klein may have gained a few pounds
and wrinkles over the years, but she was still a good
looking woman. Her hair may have been dyed, but that was
her only vanity. She ignored the effects of time through a
daily exercise program, one which helped keep her large
breasts from sagging to the level of most women her age.

Shirley had, Sally noted, the largest nipples she had ever
seen, surrounded by dark 2" circles. That was one thing
she had always been secretly glad to have inherited from
her father's side of the family. While Sally's mounds were
no where near in her Grandmother's class, they were a
definite improvement over the flat chested 32a's of both
her Mother and her maternal Aunts.

Finally backing quietly out of the room, Sally quickly
decided to leave the apartment and come back later.
Grandmother would be really embarrassed if she knew her
Granddaughter had seen her fucking herself. As she rode
down the elevator, Sally couldn't get the image out of her
mind. It was hard enough picturing her parents as sexual
partners. Thinking of Grandmother Shirley as having sexual
needs was near impossible.

"Well it's been thirty years since Grandfather died, you
dummy!" She told herself. "Do you think she just turned
off a switch at 32 and just forgot all about sex. You
should be so lucky to still be getting off when you get to
be her age."

Taking a long walk, Sally killed about two hours and found
herself back at the building about five. This time she had
Mr. Collins call ahead.

"Oh my Sally," Shirley called out as she met her at the
apartment door. "I was afraid that you had forgotten your
old Grandmother."

"You'll never be old, Grandma." Sally replied as she
kissed her cheek.

"Can I get you a soda? Shirley asked as she closed the
door behind her.

"There isn't any sod...." Sally started to reply then
caught herself. "I mean sure, anything you have is fine."

"Its going to have to be something really simple tonight,
Sally." She said as she poured a glass of fruit juice.
"Mrs. Silverstein called this afternoon and asked if I
would go to the theater with her. Mr. Silverstein has to
attend a business function. I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not, Grandma." She replied as she took the
glass of juice. "You go and enjoy yourself, I'll be fine.
I'll just crash on the coach and watch a movie on the
cable."

"If you'd find yourself a nice boy you'd have a lot more
interesting things to do on a Friday night than baby-sit
your Grandmother." Shirley said as she set the table. "In
fact Mrs. Weinsten over in apt. 11c was just telling me
the other day about her nephew, Norman. He's an
accountant, not much older than you."

"Lets not have that conversation again, Grandma." Sally
said with a sigh. "I'll find my own boyfriends, in my own
time."

"Suite yourself, Sally." Shirley continued as she followed
the place settings with a casserole dish and began serving
dinner. "But if you keep letting all these eligible young
men go by, I might just grab one of them for myself."

Sally nearly choked on the juice at that remark. For a
split second, she imaged her naked Grandmother laying in
bed with a "nice young man."

That's a crazy idea, she quickly told herself. Playing
with sex toys was one thing, but the idea of Shirley
having a lover young enough to date Sally was totally
ludicrous.

Yet all though dinner, Sally found herself wondering if
Shirley did have a man in her life. Not some young stud of
course, but someone more her own age. Knowing her
Grandmother's zest for life, she couldn't believe she was
settling for a piece of rubber.

No sooner had they cleared the dishes when the doorbell
rang. Shirley said she'd get it, it must be Mrs.
Silverstein. Sure enough it was.

Golda Silverstein was about 5 years younger than Shirley.
They had become friends about twenty years before when
Shirley had first moved into this building. She had light
blonde hair, dyed of course, and was on her second face
lift. Sally had always found her a little stuck up, but
then again she was Grandmother's friend, not hers.

"Sally darling..." Golda gushed as she reached out for the
girl and planted a wet kiss on her cheeks. "It's been far
too long."

"Hello, Mrs. Silverstein." Sally said in an unemotional
tone.

"My you're going into quite a young lady." She continued.
"Pretty soon some young man is going to sweep you off your
feet. In fact, My Grandson Sidney just graduated from
Columbia and......"

"Sally prefers to meet her own young men, Golda." Shirley
quickly interjected.

"Oh well..." Golda said, a little disappointed.

"Thanks...." Sally said under her breath to Shirley.

"We shouldn't be too late." Shirley said as the two older
women headed for the door. "Be sure to make sure the door
is locked behind us."

"I will." Sally said with a smile.

Sally waited at the door until the elevator doors closed
behind the two women. Then she closed the door and locked
it. After stepping away from the door, she hesitated for a
second, then stepped back and rechecked the lock.

"Now she's got me doing it!" Sally said to herself as she
laughed.

( Part Two)

Two hours later, Sally was totally bored with TV. What
good were 70 channels if none of then carried anything she
wanted to watch. Getting up from the couch, she began to
pace the apartment.

Eventually, her mind began to drift back to the
afternoon's events. She began to wonder about the large
dildo she had seen her Grandmother playing with. While she
had seen pictures of such things, she had never really
seen one up close.

"She must keep it in the bedroom." Sally said to herself.
"It wouldn't hurt if I took a quick look at it."

Curiosity quickly overcame discretion, and Sally was soon
going through the dresser's in Shirley's bedroom. Twenty
minutes later, she was about to give up the search.
Wherever Shirley kept it, it was a good hiding place.

"Might as well straighten up a little in here." Sally
thought. "At least it'll give me something to do."

Ten minutes later, the room was neater than she had found
it and Sally was headed for the door.

"Ooops" She called out as she stumbled over the large rug
under the bed.

Regaining her balance, Sally bent down to straighten out
the rug. It was when she lifted it to smooth it out that
she noticed the trapdoor like panel beneath it. Pulling
the rug as far back as she could, the young woman opened
the panel.

A wide smile filled her face as she saw the rubber phallic
resting atop a large black book in the cutaway section of
the floor. Lifting it up, sally was fascinated by the
detail of the toy. It even had little veins carved onto
it.

About ten inches long and wider than any real cock Sally
had ever seen, she began to wonder if she would be able to
handle something as large as this. It had been a long time
since she had been a virgin. As far back as her sixteenth
birthday in fact. Yet none of the half dozen boys she had
been with since then had been anywhere half as big as
this.

Placing the dildo on the bed, Sally turned her attention
to the large black book that had laid beneath it. Lifting
it out of the cubbyhole, she was surprised by its weight.
It was obviously a photo albums of sorts and based on its
size, must've held over a thousand pictures.

Sally's eyes opened in amazement as she laid the album on
the bed and flipped it open. For someone who claimed to be
camera-shy, her Grandmother appeared in literally hundreds
of the photos within. What set these pictures apart from
all the others Sally had seen before was that in everyone
of them - her Grandmother was either nearly or totally
naked. And in most of the pictures.....she wasn't alone.

Fascinated by the incredible collection of erotica, Sally
laid out on the bed and began to take a second look at the
album. Spreading it out on the bed, she turned again to
the front and started with the first photo. Many of them
were dated, and as she read each one, a familiar wetness
appeared between her thighs.

The oldest photo was dated 1949. It showed a dark haired
17 year old Shirley performing fellatio on a much older
man. Next to it was one dated 1951, in which her
Grandmother was on the receiving end of a cock nearly as
big as the rubber dildo now laying at the foot of the bed.
Sally looked again at the date and realized that it was
taken almost a year and a half after Shirley had married
Morty Klein. Whoever the man in the photo was, he
definitely wasn't her Grandfather.

Page upon page showed a variety of sexual acts with a even
greater variety of partners. Oral, anal, vagina, even
multiple partners.....it seemed like Shirley had tried
them all. Sally had gotten up to the middle fifties when
she suddenly realized what fascinated her about the
photos, apart from the obvious that is. Except for the
really old hair style, they could be pictures of her. She
really was almost a double of Grandmother Shirley in her
younger days.

Sally felt her hand slide down between the elastic of her
panties almost automatically as she continued to turn the
pages. By the time she stopped at a large 8 x 10 photo of
Shirley mounting a incredibly huge black man, the girl had
three fingers inside of her and was frenetically pumping
them in and out. The date on the photo read 1956 and sally
remembered that it would be almost a decade before
interracial sex became the social thing to do.

Even more incredible were the pictures that started with
the mid 1960's. That would be the point where Shirley
became a widow. The collection began to include photo's of
the older woman and other women. Sally gasped as she
looked down at the image of her beloved Grandmother
licking the pussy of a large Hispanic woman. Taking a
second look at the large woman's face, Sally recognized
her as Maria Ortega, the live in maid who had worked for
Shirley for about ten years.

Sally herself was no stranger to lesbian sex. In her last
year of high school, she and Donna Levy had spent a lot of
time playing with each other. The usual sort of
experimenting that many girls did. It wasn't until her
first term of college however that Sally had her first
real lovemaking session with another woman. She had
accepted a dinner invitation from an graduate student who
made so secret of her lesbianism. Spending the night at
her off campus apartment, Sally had been treated to a
seemingly endless night of orgasms.

Moving on, the photos began to include scenes of group sex
as the dates moved to the late sixties and early
seventies.

Looking at a photo of Shirley in her middle forties, Sally
hoped her body looked that good in another twenty years or
so.

A sudden sense of recognition caused the girl to turn back
the page. She held the book closer to the light and looked
again at the face of the short woman locked in a
passionate kiss and embrace with her Grandmother.

"My God!" Sally exclaimed to the empty room. "That's Golda
Silverstein!"

By now, the wetness between her legs now covered her
entire hand. Sally couldn't remember that last time she'd
felt so horny. It had been over a month since she'd last
been with a man and even then the night had ended with her
only giving him a quick blow job.

Her eyes caught sight of her Grandmother's dildo. Did she
dare? The longing within her cried yes. She had to have
some relief and her hand just wasn't going to do. Looking
at the large clock on the bureau, Sally noted that it was
only a quarter to nine. The play wouldn't even let out for
another hour or so. Even if they came right home rather
than stopping for a quick bite as was their usual custom,
Shirley and Golda wouldn't be home until at least ten
thirty.

Slipping off her skirt and panties, Sally propped herself
up on the pillows. She unbuttoned her blouse and undid the
clasp of her bra. Her nipples were already hard and erect
and they tingled in the warm night air. She ran a nail
across them and was rewarded with an even greater
sensation that ran through her body. If she had breasts as
large as Shirley, she thought, she would be able to lick
her own nipples.

Positioning the large cockhead at the entrance of her
sexuality, she applied a slight pressure to bring it
inside. Even wet as her pussy was, she had to go slow. On
her first attempt it went in barely a half inch before she
felt she had to remove it. Well, she had plenty if time.
Sally continued to slide it in a half inch at a time,
covering it with her slippery juices and making each re-
entry that much easier. She could feel the fullness of the
hard rubber filling her tunnel. Biting her lips, she slid
it in even deeper, anticipation the pleasure she would
find when she took it all inside of her.

Yet even as she kept one hand on the substitute cock and
continued to work it within her, the young woman still
studied the photographic history of her Grandmother's
sexual life.

By the time the dates reached the mid- eighties and
Shirley reached her fifties, her partners captured on film
began to become younger and younger. Earlier, Sally had
easily discarded the image of her Grandmother with a lover
in his mid twenties. Spread out before her was the
photographic record of lovers who looked barely out of
high school. In fact there was a blow up of a photo that
was marked Mexico, 1987 showing Shirley in bed with a
young girl. Although rather generously endowed, the girl
didn't look over 16.

Sally's patience with the dildo was soon rewarded as she
soon found that she could now easily slide in almost eight
inches without effort. Quickening the pace of her
ministrations, she began to send ripples of delight
throughout her body. No longer able to split her attention
between the album and the increasing ripples of ecstasy
that began to rip outward from deep between her legs,
Sally reluctantly put the book aside. As she laid back and
closed her eyes, she could still see the last photo
clearly in her mind. Taken very recently, right here in
the apartment vestibule, it showed a 62 year old Shirley
energetically sucking the cock of a teenage delivery boy.

Her mind now totally focused on her task, Sally could feel
the rising torrid within her. Her breathing had become
labored, and sweat covered her chest. Both hand were
wrapped around the dildo as she plummeted it in and out of
her quaking body. Her hips lifted off the bed with each
thrust, causing the old bed to creak, just as it had done
for her Grandmother this afternoon. Then with a loud
shout, Sally climaxed like she hadn't in months.

Time seemed to stop as Sally as if her spirit had left her
body. Nothing existed excepted the pulsating joy that
filled her body. She collapsed back onto the bed, her body
exhausted. She was only vaguely aware of the beating of
her heart or that fact that she was still breathing. All
she knew was that she had never felt so drained - or so
good.

"I just have to rest a few minutes." She told herself.
"Then, I'll clean up and take a shower."

No sooner as she finished that thought when her eyes
closed and she found herself deep in the purple mists of
dreams.

"People have always said that you took after me." Said the
quiet voice that pieced Sally's sleep induced fog. "I
guess they were right after all."

"Grandma?" Sally asked as she slowly opened her eyes.

It took a few moments for her to focus on the image of
Shirley Klein standing over the bed. It only took another
second for Sally to remember that she was still naked and
her thighs were covered with small river of dried cum. Or
that the massive dildo was still buried between her legs.

"Oh God!" Sally muttered as she pulled herself up, causing
the dildo to slide out a little. her face now totally red
with embarrassment.

"I don't mind you playing with my toys..." Shirley said as
she reached down and pulled the dildo all of the way out.
"But you could at least clean it after you're finished."

With that, she lifted the rubber to her mouth and licked
off a small spot of still wet cum. A smile quickly
replaced the false look of indignation.

"I see you also inherited my good taste." Shirley purred.
"Lets get you cleaned up and we'll have a little girl to
girl chat."

Sally quickly jumped out of the bed and headed for the
master bedroom and the shower within. Watching the swaying
curves of her Granddaughter's ass, Shirley found herself
wondering if maybe she could also use a shower.........

END

A Vulcan's Love

This story is set during the episode AMOK TIME

Christine Chapel took a deep breath before she entered the
Vulcan's quarters. Her heart was racing, her palms sweaty,
she couldn't remember the last time she'd been this
nervous. The soft folds of the light blue nurse's uniform
rose with the swell of her breasts as she took a second
breath and then finally entered the dimly lit room.

"Mr. Spock?" She called out in a low voice.

When no answer was heard, she took a hesitant step into
the dimly lit quarters. A wave of hot air hit her as she
stepped from the cool confines of the hall. It was obvious
that the environmental controls had been set for "Vulcan
Normal."

Her eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness and she could see
the outer room of the two room quarters was empty. A
slight sound from the adjourning bedroom caught her
attention. Gripping the hypo in her hand ever tighter, she
followed the sound.

"Oh God!" Christine exclaimed in a hushed whisper as she
entered the bedroom and saw the Vulcan lying naked on the
bed. A layer of sweat covered his body, matting the thick
layer of black hair that covered his chest. Moving closer,
her eyes couldn't help but notice the enlarged state of
his penis. If Spock had been fully human, the 10 inch
length of his shaft would've been considered excessive.
>From her studies of Vulcan anatomy, the Nurse knew he was
only average sized.

Christine jumped back as Spock moaned in his sleep. Almost
afraid to wake him, Christine gently brushed his wet hair
way from his eyes. In her mind she could imagine the agony
he was going through.

On her first deep space assignment, Christine had
responded to an emergency on a small Vulcan research
station on Amin VI. There she had found one of the male
Vulcans in a state very much like Spock's. In order for
her to help him, one of the other Vulcans had explained
the concept of Pon Farr to her. Their own healer had been
killed in the accidental explosion that had brought her
ship to Amin. Afterwards, she had respected their wish
that she never speak of it again to any offworlder.

Yet, as a result, Christine knew more about what was wrong
with the Enterprise's First Officer than Doctor McCoy did.
In her hand she held a hypo with a drug that would help
decrease a Vulcan's sex drive. It was an obscure
medication, only used as the time of Pon Farr.

"I can't bear to see him in agony." The blonde nurse
thought to herself.

How many years had she been in love with this man. A love
that she knew would never be reciprocated. Yet, even
knowing this, she would still make any sacrifice for him.

"Nurse Chapel?" Spock said in a low voice as he opened his
eyes.

Christine didn't say a word as he sat up on the edge of
the bed. His lack of clothing in no way detracted from his
bearing. In fact it enhanced it, since even in his
weakened state, the strength of his body was evident. His
eyes drifted from her face to the medical instrument she
held.

"Calnizine." She replied to his unasked question.

"Then you know?" He asked.

"I encountered it once before, a long time ago." Was the
reply.

With that she raised the hypo to his shoulder and injected
the drug. Spock seemed to react ever so slightly from the
injection, a sign that even his famous control slipped at
this time.

"Thank you.......Christine." He said, the faint trace of a
smile on his lips.

Hearing her name from his lips brought more joy to her
heart than a declaration of love. In all the years since
she had come onboard, it had never been anything but
"Nurse Chapel."

About ten minutes pasted and Christine began to become
worried. The medication should've begun to work by now,
instead his condition seemed to be worsening. A glazed
look began to come over his eyes and he began to moan once
again.

"This shouldn't have happened." Christine thought. "I'd
better get Doctor McCoy."

Twenty minutes later, Leonard McCoy walked out of Spock's
bedroom, a worried look on his face. Christine had been
waiting in the outer living quarters since summoning the
CMO. She had explained Pon Farr to the Doctor upon his
arrival. Much of it he had already figured out. While he
couldn't exactly condone his nurse's actions, he more than
understood her desire to help Spock under conditions that
would preserve his dignity.

"It's that blasted human/vulcan mix in his physiology."
The doctor exclaimed as he walked up to Christine. "The
medication you gave him isn't having any effect on his
human half."

"Then what can we do?" She asked.

"Damned if I know." McCoy said. "They didn't exactly cover
this at Starfleet Medical. I'm going back to sickbay and
see what I can come up with. But the bottom line is that
we're still fifteen hours from Vulcan. Even though I know
Jim and Scotty would burn out the warp drive trying to get
him there a little faster, we may just have to face the
fact that he's going to burn out before we get there."

"Should we move him to sickbay?" She asked.

"No, there nothing more that I could do for him there."
McCoy said, the frustration in his voice evident. "With
Spock's passion for privacy, it's better off keeping him
where he is. Just stay with him and monitor the
situation."

A quarter of an hour passed and Spock's fever continued.
Christine desperately search her mind for a solution. Then
a sudden thought caused her to rethink the situation.

"We've been looking at this all wrong," She said to
herself. "We've been looking at this as if it was a virus
or infection. Something that wasn't normal for Spock. But
what we really have here, stripped of all the alien
customs and physiology, is an incredibly horny man. A
genuine case of the fictitious disease that young men even
in this age tried to convince women existed. It was called
many things, but always came back to original name, blue
balls."

Spock needed to mate. If he didn't, he'd die. It was that
simple. Christine didn't know if a human female could take
the place of a vulcan during the Pon Farr, but it was
worth a try. After all, Spock's mother was human.

Suddenly aware of a touch at the base of his cock, Spock
snapped awake. Looking down, he instantly understood what
Christine was attempting to do.

"Christine, no." He protested. "It isn't safe for you
to......"

She silenced him with the touch of her fingers against his
lips. Then she replaced the hand that had been stroking
his cock with her mouth.

It was impossible for her to take him fully inside her
mouth, but she began to suck earnestly. She could feel a
reaction in his body. Running her tongue down to the base
of his scrotum, she could hear his moans changed from
those of pain to delight.

Spock's skin, normally warm to the touch now radiated a
warmth that Christine could feel to the core of her being.
She could tell that her actions were having a positive
effort, but it would take more the stabilize him.

Releasing his cock, she reached behind herself and undid
the clasp of her uniform, sliding it off. A few moments
later, her bra and panties followed, dropping atop the
blue pile.

She was now naked in front a man with sex in her heart for
the first time since she had lost her fiancee Roger Korby.
The thought only lasted a second before she climbed up
onto the bed and straddled Spock.

Rubbing her already moist pussy against Spock's huge
organ, Christine spread some of the lubricating juices
over it. She was surprised when Spock reached up with both
hands and began to caress her breasts. His touch was so
warm, and so exciting.

Christine was now consumed by the need to have him inside
her. On all of the nights she had fantasized about being
Spock's lover, she had never really believed they could
come true. Taking his pulsating cock in her hand, she
guided him to her.

The pain of initial entry was much more than she had even 
felt the night she had lost her virginity. Spock's size,
coupled with the long passage of time since she'd been
with a man, were the two main reasons. Determined, she
began to slowly slide up and down, taking more of him
within her with each motion.

Spock's hands moved from her breasts to her temples and
she felt a strange presence in her thoughts. The fact that
Vulcan's mind melded during sex had not been part of her
instruction long ago. It had been confined to the physical
aspects.

Still it was a pleasant surprise, and soon she became away
of what she felt like to Spock as he entered her again and
again. It was like being both a man and a woman at the
same time. It was like nothing she had ever experienced
before.

The mild meld firmly established, Spock released her
temples and took a firm grip on her back and shoulders,
adding his immense strength to her thrusts. No, words
passed between them, only short breaths escaped their
lips. There was no need for words, not when they could
feel each other's thoughts.

Through the mind link, Christine could feel Spock rising
to orgasm, just as Spock could feel her's approaching. She
could feel that as much as he wanted to climax, he was
using his last vestige of will to hold until she could
join him.

Finally the moment approached and Spock pulled her to him
and drove into her with animalistic fury. All of
Christine's senses were tuned to this moment as a wave of
euphoria filled her mind and body. She could feel Spock's
seed fill her, the heat of it filling her pussy. The look
of bliss on his face added to her ecstasy. Lowing herself
onto him, she pulled herself up and kissed him for the
first, and deep inside she knew, for the last time.

Totally spent, Christine lay on top of the Vulcan. She
could feel the mind link dissolving as Spock drifted into
a peaceful sleep. Even without a tricorder, she could tell
his temperature had dropped and his breathing was more
regular.

Allowing herself a few minutes to relax and just enjoy the
memory, Christine then carefully lifted herself off him
and slid her feet to the floor. Quickly she dressed, all
the while rejoicing on the almost smile that still shone
on Spock's face.

Christine knew that in less than a day, Spock would be on
Vulcan, and by tomorrow night he would be in the arms of
his betrothed. In fact, she had seen a brief glimpse of
her in Spock's memory during the meld. Vulcan's were
supposed to be beyond anything like considering a woman
beautiful, but that was the word Spock's consciousness had
associated with T'Pring. Despite that, she would always
remember that she had been Spock's first. And for this
brief moment in time, he had been hers. For the rest of
her life, she would remember the hour in which she had
possessed the love of a vulcan.

When Doctor McCoy checked in on Spock a half hour later,
he was greatly pleased at his patient's improvement. If he
suspected the reason, he was too much the southern
gentleman to inquire further.

END

Arresting Officer

by Ann Douglas

"All right, round 'em up and move 'em out!" Sergeant Mike
Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx under his
command.

"You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied.

Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of
women across the open courtyard to where a large blue bus
waited. Despite the cool early morning air, few of the
women wore much in the way of clothing. Tank tops and
shorts seemed to be the order of the day. The uniform of
their profession you might say.

"God, I love posse duty." Murphy laughed as he pointed out
two of the passing women to Herrity.

The early morning roundup of prostitutes had come on the
heels of another of the Mayors reoccurring speeches on the
immorality of the profession. Delivered at the Sunday
meeting of the Society for a Moral City, the Mayor had
concluded his speech with the solemn promise that no
matter what you might hear about other politicians. You
would never hear his good name connected with such a
unsavory practice. Then, after spending a few minutes
spreading good wishes among the more influential members
of the Society, the Mayor begged their leave explaining
that he had urgent and pressing business. Said business
being an visit to the apartment of his personal secretary
where less than five minutes after his arrival they were
hotly engaged in the same sort of activity the Mayor had
so recently condemned.

"Looks like the wagon is just about full up." Herrity
remarked. "And we still have about a half dozen more to
haul in."

"Well I guess we'll just have to load the last of them in
the squad cars like we usually do." Murphy quipped. "Maybe
help grease the wheels of justice a little."

Both men laughed at the inside joke.

"Only a couple left, any preference?" Herrity asked.

"Nah, just pick one." Murphy answered. "Its not like I'm
going to spend a whole lot of quality time looking deep
into her eyes."

Herrity motioned for the closest Officer to bring his
charge over to the Sergeants car. She wasn't exactly a
beauty, but what did you expect out here in the warehouse
district.

"Wait a minute!" Murphy exclaimed. "Wait one fucking
minute!"

Herrity whirled around to see the sudden cause of his
superiors excitement. His eyes quickly fixed on the next
to last girl in the line. He quickly called out to the
escort officer to bring his charge over. Then with a hand
motion, he dismissed his first choice to another car.

"Sweet mother," Murphy whistled as she came closer into
view.

Standing 5'6" with dark hair pulled up into a topside
ponytail, the 20 year old had a figure which could make a
monk reconsider his vows. Her skin was a olive brown, the
product of a mixed heritage. Clad in a yellow tank top
that appeared several sizes too small, her 38D breasts
pressed so tightly against the material that both her
nipples and two inch wide aureoles were highly visible.
Bright red and full lips crowned a flawless smile. One
inch wide gold circles hung from her ears, a second small
diamond stud above them.

Long smooth legs stretched out from beneath a pair of cut
off blue jeans, cut so short as to have only a little over
two inches of material at the sides. The young woman
looked as out of place among the usual streetwalkers as
one of them would look in a convent.

"And what would your name be, sweet thing?" Murphy asked.

"Jody." She simply answered. "Jody Austin."

"Well Jody, looks like you've run into your first piece of
luck today." Murphy smirked. "Since the bus is already
filled, you get to ride downtown with me. We can chat a
little and maybe I can put in a good word for you." He
added as he ran his eyes up and down her hot body, taking
in the little that was left to the imagination.

Jody returned the stare with her baby blue eyes, taking
note of the growing bulge in his uniform.

"Well, maybe something can be worked out." Jody smiled.

The smile was reflected threefold in Murphy's face as he
pictured the beautiful young woman on her knees, his cock
buried in her mouth. Then he'd show her how to really
grease the wheels of justice.

"Is there a problem here, Sergeant?" Came an authoritative
female voice from behind Murphy.

"Oh shit!" Murphy mentally exclaimed as he identified the
voice even before he finished turning around.

"No problem, Lieutenant." He said as he came to a stop.
"We were just a little too successful in implementing the
Mayor's directive. The bus is already full so we were
going to transport some of the stragglers in our cars. In
fact, I was going to move this one myself."

"I see..." Lieutenant O'Rourke said as she stepped past
the Sergeant and took a long hard look at his prisoner.

Cynthia O'Rourke stood 6' tall and presented a most
formidable figure. Countless long hours in the gym had
left her with a lean muscular form, the envy of even the
male officers. Her short hair was a bright red, providing
a complimentary contrast to her very light skin. Her
features were rather ordinary, no one would ever call her
beautiful. Yet when she removed the dark sunglasses she
wore, her bright green eyes brought a sparkle to her face.
The only jewelry she wore were the shining Lieutenant's
bars and the 21th Precinct insignias on her collar.

Unlike the off the rack uniform worn by most of her
fellows, Cynthia's were tailor made. The cut of her blouse
accented her small 34 inch bust. They were the only
suggestion of the 36 year old's gender.

Turning her attention away from the scantily clad
prostitute and back to Murphy, Cynthia couldn't help but
notice the swelling in his trousers.

"Such devotion to your duty is to be commended." Cynthia
said with just a trace of sarcasm in her voice. "But, I'm
afraid the Captain wants to be able to give the Mayor a
full report on the sweep at their breakfast meeting this
morning. You're not going to be able to give your new
friend here your special attention."

Murphy's only answer was a small, barely audible groan.
That and a sudden reduction in the size of his bulge.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure cutie-pie here finds her way
to where she's supposed to be." The Lieutenant added, a
look of satisfaction on her face.

The opposite look filled Murphy's face as he reluctantly
opened the door to his cruiser and entered it alone. Just
before he gunned the engine and tore out of the lot,
Cynthia heard him mutter....

"Damned Bitch!"

The Sergeant's car was follow by the prisoner bus and two
other cruisers, leaving only two cars behind.

"Nothing else to keep us here." Cynthia said.

Officer Herrity produced a pair of handcuffs and proceeded
to put them on the prisoner, pinning her arms behind her
back. Regulations clearly called for them when
transporting someone by squad car. Then he called out to
the driver of the other car that he would meet him back at
the station.

"I don't think I'll be needing an escort, Herrity."
Cynthia said. "I don't think this young lady is going to
give me any trouble. Are you honey?"

"No." She meekly answered.

"Good." Cynthia smiled.

Herrity hesitated for a moment. It was clearly against
regulations to let O'Rourke transport the prisoner by
herself. But then again, she was a Lieutenant. Unless
there was another higher ranking officer to overrule her,
her orders were set in stone. Besides, she was somewhat of
a hard ass. He would love to see her taken down a peg or
two if she got chewed out by the Captain over this. It
would be so easy just to casually mention the incident
within earshot of the right person. With a broad grin,
Herrity turned and entered the other cruiser.

"Jody was it?" Cynthia said as she eased her into the car.

The hooker nodded in acknowledgment.

"Well Jody, maybe we'll just take a little ride downtown.
But I'm afraid that it won't be the one you were expecting
from Murphy."

The ride to the Precinct was both quick and quiet. Neither
Cynthia or Jody said a word to each other. When they
pulled into the Station's parking lot, Jody finally broke
the silence.

"You're actually taking me to jail?" She asked in wide
eyed astonishment.

"Well that's what usually happens when you get arrested,
Peaches." Cynthia said with a grin. "Where did you think I
was taking you?"

"I thought....I mean I......" Jody stammered, then became
very quiet.

Parking the car, Cynthia removed her prisoner and led her 
through the parking lot and into the station house.
Immediately they were immersed in a sea of dark and light
blue uniforms. The Lieutenant acknowledged the greeting of
the desk sergeant with a wave of her hand. Her first order
of business was to check in her firearm. Weapons weren't
allowed in the booking area. With a firm grip on the
younger woman's shoulder, Cynthia guided her through a
maze of corridors.

Stepping down a final hallway, Jody could see a small
crowd of fellow hookers waiting to be booked. It appeared
to be a long line.

"Afraid we have a full house this morning, Lieutenant." A
sandy haired officer said as he approached Cynthia with a
clipboard in hand. "Might be an hour or more before we can
even begin to process your paperwork."

"It seems like it gets longer and longer, Pete" Cynthia
observed.

"Yeh," The officer replied with a nod of his head. "But it
should ease up a little when they open the annex at the
end of the month. At least we'll have those new holding
cells."

"On a morning like this we could use them." Cynthia said.
"I sure hope the Mayor is enjoying his Sunday morning
breakfast plans, because mine just got shot to hell."

"If you like, Lieutenant, I'll be happy to take her off 
your hands. So you can get out of here and make your
date." Pete Willis said with a smile.

Cynthia returned the smile because she knew his request
was genuinely motivated by a desire to help her out. Not
every cop in the precinct was an asshole.

"I appreciate the offer, I think I'd like to take care of
this one personally."

"Good enough." He replied. "You know, I bet if I really
tried, I might be able to sneak you in ahead of some of
the others. Rank has its privileges you know."

"You know I've never played that game." Cynthia concluded.
"Its not fair to the street troops who are out there
busting their tails every day. I can afford to wait a
while. I'm just going to see if I can find a place to
store the princess here while I grab a bite to eat."

Pete was about to say that every holding cell in the
station was already filled when the Lieutenant turned and
led her charge away. He wondered what the hooker had done
to piss off the Lieutenant so much that she made the bust
herself.

Officer Willis knew that many officers thought of
Lieutenant O'Rourke as a cold hearted bitch. But he had
seen her cradle an injured child or cry at a murdered cops
funeral. He had also heard how she stood down two uzi
armed druggies when they broke into a west side health
clinic looking for drugs. The incident had ended with both
druggies dead and a dozen clinic patients eternally
grateful.

Another journey down a series of endless halls caused Jody
to become disoriented. The one thing she did notice was
that with every new turn there were less and less people.
Finally they came to a locked door at the end of a
corridor. There was a sign that read - 21th Precinct
Annex. Taped over it was a hand written sign that read -
Construction Zone - No Admittance.

Jody watched as Cynthia pulled a key ring from her belt
and unlocked the door. Where was she taking her? She
opened her mouth to say something but was cut off with an
angry stare before she could say a word.

Another quick trip down a dimly lit corridor and then down
a long flight of stairs, carefully avoiding piles of
construction debris, brought the two women to the just
finished holding cells. With a practiced swiftness,
Cynthia attached a locking clamp through Jody's cuffs and
clipped it to the iron bars. It was finally too much for
Jody to keep silent.

"You can't seriously be thinking of leaving me here?" Jody
exclaimed as she pulled against the hard metal of her
handcuffs.

"It's a thought." Cynthia mused as she took a step back
and took a long hard look at Jody. "But perhaps we can
find a way to, what was the phrase Murphy used, oh yes,
grease the wheels of justice."

Jody only replied with a hard stare.

"Oh come on, " Cynthia said as she retraced her step and
reached out and stroked her hand alongside Jody's cheek.

Jody tried to pull away but Cynthia had her pinned against
the bars of a cell.

"You can't tell me this is all new to you. How many cocks
in blue have filled that pretty mouth of yours." Cynthia
added as she ran her long manicured finger across Jody's
full sensual lips. "Or how many times you've spread those
lovely legs for the boys in blue."

"I don't do women." Jody said defiantly.

"Then you're definitely missing something." Cynthia went
on as she glided her finger down across Jody's neck and
into the deep valley between the large olive skinned
breasts.

"You're a fucking dyke!" Jody spat out.

"Don't knock it till you've tried it." Cynthia laughed.

By now her hand's journey had brought it to the high slit
in Jody's shorts and her fingers played across both the
exposed skin and soft flesh of the girl's ass beneath the
thin material.

"Of course, I could've left you to the sweet attentions of
Sergeant Murphy." Cynthia said as she patted Jody's ass.
"From what I hear, he's hung like a horse."

Her digital odyssey now moved up the small of Jody's back.

"Then again, I've also heard that he likes his action
through the rear door." Cynthia smirked. "I would guess
that it would be a real tight fit back there."

The in a abrupt motion, Cynthia grabbed Jody's ponytail
and jerked her head backwards. Pressing her mouth hard
against the captive woman, the Police Lieutenant savored
the softness of Jody's lips. The younger woman opened her
mouth to protest, only to have it filled by a probing
tongue. Then as suddenly as it began, the kiss ended.

"Still not interested?" Cynthia asked.

Jody answered by again pulling against her bonds, and
letting out a grunt of frustration when they proved as
unyielding as before.

"Well I guess I'll have to just work a little harder to
change your mind." The woman in blue responded.

Cynthia turned away from Jody for a moment then once more
ran her hand across the backside of the tight red shorts.
She stopped at the solitary pocket and slipped her fingers
inside.

"What's this?" She asked.

Jody looked over her shoulders to see what Cynthia was
talking about. She was shocked when the tall redhead
pulled a knife from out of the hooker's shorts.

"What have we got here?" Cynthia asked as she held up a
six inch switchblade. "A concealed weapon, and an illegal
one at that."

"You planted that!" Jody said.

"Did I?" Cynthia asked in mock innocence. "Who's going to
believe something like that? I mean take the word of some
street whore against that of a decorated member of the
Metropolitan Police."

"I was searched before, when they rounded us all up." Jody
countered. "I remember the cop's name, Santiago. He
searched me head to toe. He can tell them I didn't have a
knife."

"And I'll bet he enjoyed searching you too." Cynthia said
as she played with the closed knife. "But the fact remains
that Officer Santiago is still a rookie. That combined
with the fact that there are limitations on how thoroughly
a male officer may search a female subject, as well as his
possible distraction by your obvious charms, could have
caused him to miss this weapon."

The change in Jody's expression showed that she knew she
wouldn't be believed.

"And who's to say that once they run this weapon though
the lab, what else they might find." Cynthia went on. "It
wouldn't surprise me the least to find that it was used in
an assault case, or perhaps even a homicide. Something a
lot more serious than turning tricks."

"I've met some really scuzzy cops before." Jody snapped
back. "But you are one sick crazy fucking bitch!"

The black haired girl felt the sting of the sudden blow
against the side of her face before her eyes even
registered the movement of her captor's free hand. There
had been a lot of force in the swing, and she didn't need
a mirror to know her cheek was now a bright crimson.

"Wrong answer, whore!" Cynthia yelled, raising her voice
for the first time.

An expression of fear replaced the bravado In Jody's blue
eyes. Had she pushed too far?

Cynthia's burst of anger seemed to pass as quickly as it
erupted. Her attention was now back on the knife. With a
loud snap, she popped the blade open.

Jody's eyes opened wide as she watched the rays of the
overhead work lights sparkle across the length of the
blade. Cynthia seemed fascinated by the miniature light
show.

"I was just thinking," Cynthia said as she stepped up to
Jody and grabbed the bottom of her tank top an stretched
it outward. "If you were able to hide this knife, who
knows what else you were able to hide?"

With that she brought up the cutting edge and sliced
through the thin material of the blouse. Jody took a deep
breath as the razor sharp knife passed up between her huge
mounds and then arched up toward her neck. To be pulled
aside at seemingly the last moment. The now severed
sections of her blouse fell to her sides and her
previously restrained breasts burst free.

Cynthia whistled in appreciation as the twin globes
bounced in the open air. A full 38D, they had the largest
aureoles the Police Officer had ever seen, nearly two
inches across. Capped by wide nipples that rose nearly an
eight of an inch.

Unable to resist, she dropped the knife and brought a hand
to each globe. Cynthia sighed with delight as she closed
on the soft flesh, pressing her thumbs across the erect
nipples.

"Mmmm, the firmness of youth." She purred.

Jody couldn't help but respond to the touch. Her nipples
had always been incredibly sensitive, even this simple
caress was enough to send a pleasing ripple across her
chest. She bit down on her lip to hide her facial reaction
but knew she wasn't doing a very good job of it.

What self control Jody had, faded completely when Cynthia
replaced her grazing touch with the wet and warm sensation
of her tongue. Cynthia had first sucked another woman's
breast when she was 16, and the years of experience
showed. If anything, Jody's nipples grew harder as Cynthia
stroked them again and again, sending shivers of bliss now
throughout her captive body.

Moving her attentions upward, Cynthia's tongue marked a
path across Jody's inviting neck until it once more
reached her mouth. Pulling the girl's naked breasts tight
against her, Cynthia kissed her a second time. Moist and
warm, this time there was little resistance to her effort
as Jody even opened her mouth to admit her.

As they played a game of dueling tongues, Cynthia slid her
free hand down beneath the waistband of Jody's shorts.
There she was greeting by three exciting surprises. First,
the fact that she wore no panties - although not
surprising considering her occupation. Secondly, running
her fingers across her pubic mound she discovered that it
was totally bare. And finally, the most exciting discovery
- Jody was already dripping wet. Despite her protests, she
was really being turned on.

Dropping to her knees, Cynthia grabbed both sides of the
blue shorts and pulled them down with a powerful thrust.
Jody signaled her consent by stepping out of them as they
settled on the floor.

"She looks like a teenager." Cynthia thought as she got
her first took at Jody's shaved pussy. It brought to mind
the image of Carol Davis, her first lover when they were
both teens.

Parting the smooth olive brown legs, Cynthia pushed her
head forward and ran her probing tongue up and down the
length of Jody's slit. Quickly covered by a thick coating
of lubricating juices, her tongue effortlessly slid
inside.

"Oh God yes!" Jody exclaimed, no longer caring about
anything except the electric touch of this woman's mouth.

She thrusted her pelvis forward, trying to drive Cynthia
deeper within her. More than happy to accommodate her
desire, the older woman began a series of furious motions
with her darting tongue. The dark haired woman moaned
loudly as Cynthia gripped her ass cheeks and pressed her
face hard against her wetness, sucking hungrily.

It wasn't long before Jody was on the verge of orgasm. Her
body quaked and sweat ran down her breasts as her vaginal
muscles contracted around the instrument of her pleasure.
Then like a wave breaking against the shoals, she orgasmed
with an intensity she had never before known.

Her pelvis pushed forward, her shoulders arched backward
and she slammed against the hard bars behind her.
Cynthia's fingers pressed hard into the soft flesh of her
buttocks as the red haired fury lapped up her juices like
a kitten does milk.

Drained, Jody slumped back against the bars. Cynthia rose
and stepped back, enjoying the view of her prize. Smiling,
she ran her tongue across her lips, relishing the sweet
souvenir of their encounter.

After a few moments, the Lieutenant noticed that the
hooker had opened her eyes and was again staring at her.
Neither fear or hostility showed in her eyes, just an
increasing hunger.

Satisfied that she now had her complete attention, Cynthia
walked over to her and unclipped her belt. As it fell to
the floor, the tall woman began to slowly undo the buttons
of her blouse. That too soon fell to the floor, exposing a
dark blue bra that because of its matching color had been
invisible beneath her tunic. A minute later, her slacks
were piled atop it, exposing matching blue panties.

Soon they too joined the growing pile. Cynthia's breasts
were much smaller than Jody's, her skin a pale white. Many
times she had tried to get a tan, but she had a tendency
to freckle - a condition that she truly hated. Between her
legs sat a wild bush of bright red hair, stretching over
her entire bikini area.

Wordlessly, she stepped over to Jody and straddled the
sitting girl. Jody immediately took the hint and pressed
her face between her legs. Cynthia let her take a few
minutes to get comfortable to the idea and then began to
do a bump and grind.

It wasn't long before the red hair was sticky with juices
as Jody practiced what Cynthia had taught her. She
couldn't match the experience twenty years of lovers had
given her partner, but she was willing to give it all the
delight her youthful zeal could bring.

Running her fingers through Jody's dark hair, Cynthia soon
lost herself in the rising crest of her own passion. The
girl had learned well, she had to admit. Not many lovers
were a natural at this, but Jody had definite potential.

"Oh baby, do it to me!" She yelled as she grabbed a
handful of hair and mashed her moist pussy into Jody's
mouth.

The excitement of the last hour erupted like a bursting
dam. Cynthia felt every muscle in her body tense up and
then turn to jello. As her legs gave way beneath her, she
reached out for the cell bars for support.

Finally even that wasn't enough as Cynthia slid to the
floor next to Jody. Long minutes passed as the two sweaty
women sat up against each other, catching their breath.
Finally, Jody broke the stillness.

"Can I get out of these now?" She said, lifting the
handcuffs into view.

Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off her belt. A
few seconds later, Jody was rubbing her sore wrists.

"Happy now?" Cynthia asked.

"Not really, but I think this will make me feel better."
Came the answer.

With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed her as hard as
she could. This time is was her tongue that was the
aggressor as it explored the interior of Cynthia's mouth.

They lay there in each others arms, softly caressing the
others naked form. Exchanging long, moist, kisses, their
tongues slipping back and forth.

"This was fun." Jody said softly. "A pity it has to come
to an end."

"I know," Cynthia replied, still stroking Jody's breast.
"They should be just about finished with that crowd up in
booking. I should be able to get your paperwork right
through now."

"Fuck you!" Jody hissed.

"Hey, I was only kidding." Cynthia chuckled. "And besides,
I think you just did."

Standing up, Jody examined the torn remains of her blouse.
It would be impossible to wear out of the building.

"What am I going to do about this?" She asked. "I can't
very well parade upstairs with these hanging out."

"They are very noticeable." Cynthia noted, the humor still
in her voice. "Don't worry, there's some clothes in the
locker room in the back. You can wash up and change."

With that, Jody picked up her rags and heading in the
direction she had indicated.

Cynthia washed up in the utility closet. She knew that if
she followed Jody back into the locker room's shower they
would never get out of here. Quickly dressing, she checked
her watch, still time for a late morning breakfast.

"Hey, lets get a move on!" She yelled to the back.

Jody reappeared five minutes later, having gone an amazing
transformation. She was a totally different woman.

Her topknot ponytail was gone and her black hair had been
tied up into a tight bun. Gone also were the bright makeup
and gold jewelry. Her face had been freshly scrubbed and
she now wore only a hint of makeup.

What was most astonishing was the outfit she now wore. It
was the blue uniform of the Metropolitan Police Force. On
her collars were the pips of the 14th Precinct. She wore
the shield of a Patrolman, across from the name tag which
read Austin.

"How do I look?" She said, striking a pose.

"Like a recruiting poster." Cynthia replied. "Now lets get
out of here."

The two woman turned to leave when Jody asked. "What would
you have done if they had actually booked me?"

"I would've said you were one of my snitches and got you
out of there." Was the reply. "With the Captain off
smoozing with the Mayor, I'm the senior officer here. No
one would think to question my cutting you loose."

"I have to admit, Cyn, you really outdid yourself this
time." Jody smiled as they walked down the corridor to the
stairwell. "You can be a real crazy bitch when you want to
be."

"And you love it." Cynthia grinned, blowing her lover a
kiss.

"True, very true."

"Enough chit-chat, we really have to get going." The
Lieutenant said as they reached the stairs. "D'Marco's
isn't going to hold those brunch reservations forever."

"One last thing though," Jody said as she followed up the
stairs. "If we ever try this again, next time... I get to
be the arresting officer!"

At that, both women burst into laughter.

END

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Awakenings

Part One

For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes, Kathryn
Gray glanced up at the large clock on the office wall. It
had been one of those days that seemed like it would never
end. She had a theory that the three-day weekend that
waited beyond five o'clock caused time to move much more
slowly. A silly theory, she admitted to herself, but as
good an explanation as any as to why the day was dragging
on forever.

Kathryn had been working at Moore and Ryan for nine months
now. It had been the twenty-three year old redhead's third
job since graduating from college some two years before.
All things considered, she was glad to have it. Even if it
meant that she had to travel almost an extra half-hour
from her parents house out in Queens. At least on this job
she had a chance of being promoted into a position where
she could use the business degree she had worked so hard
for.

"Another twenty minutes to go," she said silently to
herself as she looked down from the clock to her near
empty desk.

Normally Kathryn wasn't a clock-watcher, but today she had
finished all of her assignments early and was feeling a
little bored. In fact, she had already set up a few things
for Tuesday morning to get a head start on them. It was
just her nature to be constantly active.

"Looks like Miss Perfect's all done for the day already."
Said a quiet laughing voice from behind Kathryn.

"Hi Angela," Kathryn smiled as she spun around in her
chair in response to the comment.

Angela D'Martino was both a year older and three inches
taller than Kathryn. The 'Miss Perfect' nickname dated
back to their days at the local high school in Queens. It
was a term that annoyed her, but Angela usually got away
with using it. After all, if it weren't for Angela, she
wouldn't have this job.

Kathryn was working in a neighborhood store as a
management trainee when Angela came walking in to buy
something. They hadn't seen each other much since high
school graduation. Not that unusual since Kathryn went
away to college and Angela stayed home and went to City
University. Still they still considered themselves friends
and Angela mentioned that the company she was working for
in Manhattan was looking for some new staff people. If
Kathryn were interested, she'd be happy to put in a good
word for her.

Although skeptical at how much Angela's good word would be
worth, seeing as she had only been working for the company
a year herself, Kathryn got her resume together and went
down for an interview. To her surprise, she got the job,
despite there being more than a dozen other people
applying for it. What surprised her even more was that the
department head had casually mentioned that she had a
sterling recommendation from one of the firm's vice-
presidents. He had even stopped in after the interview to
welcome her aboard.

Thanking the man whom she would now be working for,
Kathryn was more than a little confused about the
recommendation. That was until she learned later that
Angela worked as some sort of assistant for that vice-
president. Somehow she had convinced him to write that
recommendation.

Exactly how Angela had accomplished that was something
they hadn't exactly covered in any of the business courses
back in school. One night a few months ago, there had been
an office party to celebrate the end of a major project.
About half past nine, Kathryn had gone looking for Angela
to let her know she was leaving and see if she wanted to
share a cab ride home. She couldn't find her at the party,
but knowing her friend's habit of taking a nap after she'd
had a little too much to drink starting to check the now
deserted offices that had couches.

It took a while to find Angela, but once she did,
everything fell into place. Partially opening the door to
a small conference room, the first thing she saw was her
old friend. The second was that she wasn't alone.

Having doubled dated with Angela a few times back in high
school, the image in front of her wasn't exactly new. It
was just the setting that took her back for a moment.

Angela was kneeling on the carpet, the low cut blue dress
she had worn to the party now down around her waist. Back
in school, the brunette had stirred the envy of many of
the other girls when she became the first girl to develop
- and then continued to do so after many of the other
girls had stopped. From shared shopping trips, Kathryn
knew the black bra on the floor beside her was a 38D cup.

Standing in front of the large breasted twenty-four year
old was that same officer who had lent his name to
Kathryn's job application. Like Angela, he was only
partially dressed, although in the case of the fifty-nine
year old, it was his pants and briefs that rested around
his ankles. >From where she stood, Kathryn would've been
able to get a really good look at the silver haired man's
cock - that is if it hadn't been buried deep in Angela's
mouth.

Back in their school days, Angela had a reputation among
the guys as a first class cocksucker. It was very obvious
that she had, if anything, improved in the years since.

Her tongue seemed to be almost everywhere at once. Licking
under the crown, tickling the sensitive area beneath his
balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she again took
him all the way into her throat.

"Oh Angela..." the vice-president moaned.

Angela gripped the base of his cock tightly, preventing
from reaching a climax. She could feel the pressure
against her slender fingers, she knew how badly her boss
wanted to cum.

"I have to cum..." he pleaded, giving voice to that which
her touch had already told her. "Please Angela, I want to
cum."

The brunette continued to suck and stroke him for another
few seconds. The she released the pressure against the
base of his cock, sending a stream of hot whiteness into
her mouth.

Angela slurped the creamy liquid, letting it splash across
her face. It dripped from her lips and down her chin.
Letting the now softening cock slip from her mouth, she
reached out with her tongue and licked it from her lips.
It was a satisfying treat.

Kathryn only stood there a few brief moments more before
stepping back into the outer corridor, least she be
noticed now that they were done. She never mentioned what
she'd seen to Angela or anyone else.

For a while, it had bothered her that she'd gotten her job
because Angela was blowing and perhaps even screwing her
boss. Then after a while she decided that however she got
her foot in the door, she was proving every day that she
was the right person for the job. The proof of that had
come with her very first raise and increased
responsibilities two months before.

"What's up Angie?" Kathryn asked, using the nickname that
Angela hated as much as she hated hers.

"A couple of the girls are going out for drinks after
work," Angela said, her tone acknowledging that she had
crossed over the line with the 'Miss Perfect' crack. "And
I was wondering if you wanted to come along. We going over
to the Baron Dekalb and there are usually a lot of great
guys there on Friday nights."

"That sounds like fun," Kathryn said. "But I already
promised Yolanda that I'd meet her after work. Would you
mind if she came along?"

Instead of the quick agreement Kathryn expected, Angela
paused a few moments, a look of hesitation on her face.

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea." Angela finally
replied. "A lot of the girls are a little uncomfortable
around Yolanda."

"Why in the world would any of them be uncomfortable
around Yolanda?" Kathryn said, a touch of confusion in her
voice.

Yolanda Ortega was a computer consultant who'd been
working on an upgrade of the firm's mainframe the last
four months. Four years older than Kathryn, the black
haired Latina had quickly become a good friend. They'd sat
next to each other one dark rainy day in the cafeteria and
Yolanda had noticed that Kathryn was reading Lord of the
Rings. She commented that it was one of her favorite books
and by the end of lunch they discovered they shared more
than a few interests.

Since then, they'd made it a point to have lunch together
whenever they could and usually went out after work at
least once a week.

"So what's wrong with Yolanda?" Kathryn asked again.

"Well I'm not really one to spread office gossip," Angela
said in a much lower voice as she paused and looked around
her to see if anyone else could hear her.

"Yeah right...." Kathryn thought.

"But it seems that your friend isn't exactly a straight
arrow." Angela continued.

"What are you talking about?" Kathryn said.

"Well simply put," the brunette went on. "She's gay... "

"Gay?" Kathryn repeated.

"A lesbian, a dyke, whatever you want to call it," Angela
said. "She's into other women and that makes some people
uncomfortable."

Kathryn had to laugh. "Where did you ever get a asinine
idea like that?" she asked.

"Straight from the horses mouth," The taller girl stated.
"Or at least from the person she told it to."

"You mean she tried to pick up someone here at the
office?" Kathryn asked.

"More like someone tried to pick her up." Angela
explained. "To be more specific, John Rosselli asked her 
out to dinner."

"John Rosselli has hit on every unmarried woman in this
office, both you and I included." Kathryn interjected.

"That's true," Angela agreed. "But both you and I know
that John doesn't have a fragile ego that would make him
come up with a bullshit reason as to why he didn't score
with the lady computer genius. He gets turned down a lot,
but just goes on to the next possibility."

Kathryn had to agree with her friend. Like too many men
they knew, John thought he was god's gift to women. If it
wasn't for the fact that he seemed to be obsessed with
trying to bed every girl he met, Kathryn might've been
tempted to agree with him. John was 6'2" with movie star
looks. From the ladies room gossip she'd heard about the
women who'd taken him up on his offer, he was phenomenal
in bed as well.

"That doesn't prove anything," Kathryn said. "She was
probably just trying to put him off. The one reason we all
still get along with John is that he definitely takes no
as an answer. Since she's only here temporary, she
wouldn't know that. She might've figured if she just said
that she wasn't interested he'd just be back again the
next day. A lot of guys are like that, and you know it."

"But to say she was gay?" Angela asked. "Come on, who's
going to say that if it wasn't true. She could've said she
has a boyfriend or that she was engaged, or even that she
didn't date white guys. No, it has to be true."

Kathryn paused for a few moments. She had to admit she'd
come up with a lot better excuses when approached by guys
she didn't like.

"So what if it is true," she finally said. "What
difference does it make? Unless you're the one sleeping
with her she's just another girl in the office."

"As long as we're talking, that's the other thing I wanted
to speak to you about." Angela said. "Some people are
beginning to wonder about you too. What with all the time
the two of you spend together these days."

"Yolanda is my friend," Kathryn said strongly. "And we
share a lot of interests, like books and films, the kind
of things that no one else in this office seems to care
about."

"Okay, I know you're straight," Angela said, taking a step
back in her argument. "After all we used to double date. I
told them you're not a carpet muncher."

Kathryn hadn't heard that derogatory term since back in
high school when they used it to refer it to Sissy Wilson,
the girl the in crowd most suspected of being a closet
lesbian. She didn't think it was nice when it was applied
to Sissy, and thought it less so now that it was being
used to label her friend.

"Well I'm not going to cancel my da..., going out with
Yolanda." Kathryn said, a sense of anger in her breast.
"So you'll just have to get along with out me."

"Suite yourself," Angela said as she got up to leave. "But
let me give you one last thing to think about. Yolanda
will be gone in a few weeks when she finishes the upgrade.
The people you're going out of the way to alienate are
going to be here with you for a long time.

As Angela walked away, Yolanda noted that five o'clock had
finally arrived. She found that she wasn't as excited as
she thought she'd be.

Packing up her bag and leaving her desk, Kathryn had a
sense of being watched. As she walked by three of her
female coworkers, she was sure that two of them turned and
looked at her.

"Angie's getting you paranoid," she told herself as she
reached the office door. "You know they already consider
you something of an oddball."

It hadn't taken much for a of few of the women her age at
the firm to come up with that assessment. First of all, in
their opinion, she definitely spent too much time reading.
Then there was the fact that she actually had a college
degree, where the most many of them had been to was
secretarial or one of those office trainee schools.
Kathryn was shooting for the stars, while they were
shooting for whatever party was planned for that weekend.

Additionally, Kathryn's reluctance to join in on their
weekly cock hunts was taken by some as a disapproval of
the game. And in a way, she guessed it was. Kathryn did
have a boyfriend-well at least someone she saw on a fairly
regular basis. They'd go out, have dinner and maybe a
movie, and inevitable wind up in bed together. It was a
mutually satisfying relationship - but at the same time
missing something.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

A quick elevation ride to the lobby and Kathryn headed for
the small atrium on the side of the building. Normally,
during lunchtime, the small garden spot would be packed.
After five however, it was normally deserted, the
multitudes exiting the large office buildings heading
instead for either the local bars or the fastest way home.

Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently
waited for her friend. It wasn't a long wait, a few
minutes later she spotted Yolanda coming out of the same
side door she had used.

Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and stood five
foot seven. She had long black hair, which she wore up in
a carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which framed
a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her ideal
weight and had a figure that caused admiration in men and
envy in women. Pert, rounded breasts pressed against the
material of the dark blue dress she was wearing - an
erotic image that was overshadowed only by the long,
smooth and tan hued legs that stretched out from beneath
that dress.

Kathryn sometimes thought she'd kill for legs like that.
She knew she was as pretty as Yolanda, but it was those
legs that even she envied. Of course being only five three
probably had a lot to do with it she usually laughed to
herself.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Yolanda said
as she caught up to Kathryn, her voice carrying just a
trace of the South American accent of her native Sao
Paulo. "I wanted to run one last system check before I
left for the weekend. I think I got the last of the bugs
worked out. If I'm lucky, I'm be able to present the
program to the board by the end of next week and get that
early completion bonus."

"Oh, you'll be leaving soon then?" Kathryn asked in
response to the unexpected news.

""I'm afraid so." Yolanda replied, noting the sadness in
her friend's question. "I'm afraid that's the lot of being
a consultant. You don't spend a lot of time in any one
place."

"I guess so." Kathryn said.

"Now don't look so down my friend," Yolanda beamed. "You
don't think I'm going to just walk away and forget about
the best friend I've made lately - do you?"

"I hope not." Kathryn said, her sad expression wavering
for the moment.

"Now put away that sad face," Yolanda insisted. "It's only
going to ruin the surprise I have for you."

"What surprise?" Kathryn asked curiously.

"These." Yolanda said as she reached into her purse and
handed the shorter woman a small envelope.

The sad look on Kathryn's face vanished in an instant as
she took two tickets out of the envelope. A look of both
excitement and disbelief replaced it.

"Omigod!" She gasped. 'These are for Adrianne and Edmond -
A Romantic Comedy!" Where did you ever get them? I called
the box office once and they told me the best I could hope
for was six months from now. This is the hottest off-
Broadway show of the year."

"Well I have a friend that owed me a favor." Yolanda
smiled. "And I remembered you're saying how much you
wanted to see that play. The only thing is that they're
for tomorrow night. That's not a problem, is it?"

"Oh no, not at all!" Kathryn said, still gushing with
excitement. "I still can't believe you got these for me.
Yolanda, I love you, you are the best."

With that she threw her arms around Yolanda and gave her
the biggest hug she could. She enjoyed the warmth of her
friend's closeness for a few moments, then the
conversation with Angela flashed back through her thoughts
and she remembered she was standing out in what was still
a pubic place.

"Is something wrong?" Yolanda asked as she felt Kathryn
suddenly tense up and then step back.

"No, nothings wrong." Kathryn lied as she looked again at
the tickets. "I was just thinking that these tickets are
too much for me to accept. There's no way I could ever
repay you for them."

"Now did I ask you to repay me?" Yolanda asked. "Your
friendship is enough. I have few enough real friends that
I can take them for granted. No, I want you to take these
tickets and for you and Eric to have a good time."

"Eric?" Kathryn said, repeating the name of her boyfriend.

"Well that's who I figured you'd want to go with." Yolanda
explained. "Was I wrong?"

"Oh, I thought that you got those tickets for me and you
to go." Kathryn said.

"I'd love to go with you," Yolanda said, the smile on her
face lighting up. "I just thought you'd rather go with
Eric."

"If these were tickets for the Mets or Yankees, I'd say
yes." Kathryn laughed. "But spending a few hours watching
a play really isn't Eric's idea of a fun evening."

"Okay then, it's a date." Yolanda said. "We'll go to
dinner first, if that's okay? I know this really fabulous
Chinese restaurant that's not too far from the theater."

"That would be wonderful," Kathryn concluded, proud of
herself that she didn't even flinch this time when Yolanda
innocently referred to their going to the show as a date.
"But speaking of Eric, I also told him I'd meet him later
tonight so I'd better get home and change."

"Enjoy yourself," Yolanda said as she wrote down an
address on one of her business cards. "Here's the address
of the restaurant, I'll meet you there about six, okay?"

"Six would be fine," Kathryn said as she looked at the
address and mentally figured how long it would take her to
get there from Queens on a Saturday. "I'm looking forward
to it." She smiled.

"You really are a dear, precious friend." Yolanda said as
she unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed Kathryn on the
cheek.

With that she turned and walked out onto the street,
leaving behind a slightly perplexed Kathryn.

Part Two

Dinner with Eric turned out to be one more uninspiring
night at Clancey's Bar and Grill. Kathryn had suggested
many times that they go into Manhattan for a night and try
some of the night life there, but Eric always hedged on
the idea. He kept saying he didn't like those kinds of
people.

Kathryn and Eric Foster had been dating for the last year
and a half. Among their friends, it was taken almost as a
given that they'd get engaged one day soon. It was not an
opinion Kathryn shared. Eric was usually fun to be with,
but deep down she couldn't picture the two of them
together ten years down the line. Also in the opinion of
most of her girlfriends Eric was a great catch. With that
much she couldn't argue. He stood 6'2" and had a built
that had made him an all-star football player in high
school. Curly dark brown hair, including a beard and
mustache, framed a handsome face. The oldest of three
sons, he was already a partner in his father's plumbing
supply warehouse. They had met at a party just before her
college graduation and it had been love, or at least lust,
at first sight. Unfortunately, the fires that had burned
so brightly at 21 had already begun to cool at 23. The
reason was both simple and common for many couples their
age. Eric, like many of his friends, had reached his peak
intellectually and emotionally when he graduated high
school. Kathryn in contrast had continued to grow. She was
always looking to expand her view of the world. Eric's
view rarely extended beyond the limited confines of the
old neighborhood, and he liked it that way.

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"Oh yeah, baby," Eric panted as he took a breath and
pushed his cock between Kathryn's legs once more time.
Kathryn hadn't really been in the mood to have Eric sleep
over, but he'd been on his best behavior after they left
the restaurant that she couldn't bear to say no.

She realized now that it had been a really big mistake.
Her mind was definitely elsewhere. All Eric was doing was
masturbating with her body taking the place of his hand.
She was relieved when she felt him shudder and climax. "If
he runs true to form, he'll be asleep in five minutes."
Kathryn thought as he rolled off of her. To her surprise,
Eric climbed off the bed and reached for his pants. He was
getting dressed. "Sorry babe," he said as he put his shirt
on. "I promised the guys I'd play softball in the morning
and Billy would rather pick me up at my house than here.
It's a lot closer to the field." On another night, Kathryn
might've felt insulted. This time she felt relieved. "It's
okay," she replied. "I have to get up real early tomorrow
anyway." she lied. He leaned over and kissed her goodbye,
making a playful grab at her rounded breast while he was
at it. "Get!" Kathryn laughed. "And good luck in the
game."

Laying in the darkness of the small apartment over her
parent's garage, Kathryn found that sleep wasn't about to
come easily. Whatever the drawbacks in her and Eric's
relationship, the sex had usually been great.
Unfortunately, that hadn't been the case tonight.

Try as she could, she couldn't help thinking about
Yolanda. Was what Angela said about her true? If so, how
did she really feel about it? She wished there was someone
she could talk to about it, but she was sure there was no 
one she knew who would ever understand.

Even her mother and father, who were ever so understanding
about the nights Eric slept over, would fall back on old
preconceived notions concerning a lesbian friend. Finally,
about quarter to four in the morning, sleep finally came.

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It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when Kathryn
finally opened her eyes. She had been asleep for almost
eight hours. She was, she immediately realized, soaked to
the skin with perspiration, especially her pussy. She had
a vague recollection of having erotic dreams, but couldn't
for the life of her remember what they had been about - or
more importantly, whom they had been about.

"Good morning," Virginia Gray said as she walked into her
daughter's apartment carrying a small pile of laundry. "I
thought you were going to sleep the day away."

"Morning, Mom." Kathryn said as she reached for the pair
of panties she had left on the floor. "It's been a busy
week, I guess it all caught up with me."

Virginia Gray was only 19 years older than her daughter
and had a much closer relationship with her own children
than she'd had with her own mother. The entire sex talk
with her mother, which had occurred on her sixteenth
birthday in 1972, had consisted of the simple phrase "Nice
girls don't." By the time it came for her to have a little
chat with her own child, Virginia had learned that nice
girls did - and with an abandon and variety that
Grandmother Willis would've found most shocking.

Somewhat reluctantly, her husband had agreed that if Eric
and Kathryn were going to do it, and of course they were.
It might as well be in the garage apartment that they'd
originally built for Grandmother Willis rather than off in
some fleabag motel. Or in the back seat of a car, which
was where the future Mr. and Mrs. Gray had consummated
their relationship. Besides, both of them had noted, Eric
was definitely son-in-law material.

"I happened to glance out the window when I got up during
the night and noticed that Eric's car was gone." Virginia
said, ignoring her daughter's nudity. "The two of you
didn't have another fight - did you?"

"No Mother," she answered as she grabbed a towel from the
pile that had just been put on her bed. "He's playing ball
this morning and didn't want to spend the night."

"Oh that's good. I do hate it when the two of you fight."
Virginia said as she picked up the remains of her
daughter's discarded clothes. "Are the two of you going
out again tonight?"

It had become obvious some time ago that Eric's best ally
in trying to convince Kathryn that they should make their
relationship something more was her mother. There wasn't
anything that could make Virginia Gray happier that to see
an engagement and later wedding ring on her daughter's
hand.

"Actually I'm going to a play in the city tonight with one
of the girls at work," Kathryn said as she reached in and
turned on the water in the small closet sized shower that
her father had built. "Yolanda Ortega, you've heard me
mention her before."

"Oh yes, that girl you like to talk about books with."
Virginia said, her opinion of what she viewed as a wasted
Saturday night evident in her voice. "Are you sure you
wouldn't rather go out with Eric instead."

"Mother, its not like we're engaged or anything." Kathryn
said as she waited for the water to heat up. "He still
goes out with his friends and I go out with mine."

An unusual look flashed across Virginia's face, one that
Kathryn rarely saw. It was a look of indecision, something
her mother rarely suffered from.

"I know that look, Mom," Kathryn said. "What is it?"

"Well it's probably nothing." she said.

"But...." Kathryn added.

"Well, I just think that perhaps you should spend a little
more time with Eric, that's all. "She said. "Make sure he
knows that you care about him"

"I would think he knows that." Kathryn said as she
motioned in the direction of the unmade bed.

"Be that as it may," Virginia continued. "I think you
should spend more time with him. In fact, I don't think it
would be a bad idea if you went over to the ball field and
surprised him. The two of you could go to lunch."

"There's something you're still not telling me, Mother."
Kathryn said impatiently.

"All right," Virginia broke down. "Mary Wilson over in the
diner told me that Eric was over there yesterday having
lunch with Tracy McDonald and they seemed pretty cozy. You
remember Tracy McDonald, don't you?"

Of course Kathryn remembered Tracy McDonald. Back in high
school it was a toss up as to whether Tracy or Angela was
going to earn the title of class slut.

"Tracy works for her father's construction company now and
they do a lot of business with Eric's company." Kathryn
said. "It might've been a business lunch."

"According to Mary," Virginia said. "The only business
going on in that booth was monkey business. She
practically had her big breasts in his face the whole
time."

"Well if that's what Eric's looking for, there's not much
I can do about it, is there?" Kathryn said as she looked
down at her own 34-inch bust. "It's not like I'm going to
run out and get implants."

"I wish you'd take this more seriously." Virginia said
insistently.

"Mother, you take this whole Eric thing much more
seriously then I ever did." Kathryn said, knowing that was
exactly the last thing her mother wanted to hear. "If he
decides to find more bountiful pastures, I'm not about to
chase after him. Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to
start getting cleaned up."

Surprisingly, Virginia didn't labor the point but simply
gathered up the last of the dirty clothes and walked out
of the apartment. Kathryn shrugged her shoulders and
stepped into the now hot shower.

Kathryn closed her eyes as the warm water splashed over
her body. She though a little about what her mother has
said, about the idea that Eric might be looking for a new
girlfriend. Surprisingly, the idea didn't bother her as
much as she thought it should have. The relationship with
him had gone as far as it was ever going to go. Regardless
of her parents disappointment, maybe it was time to move
on with her life. True she would miss the great sex, which
was the best part of being with Eric. But there would be
other lovers, of that she was sure.

"Let him have Tracy and her balloon boobs," she said out
loud as she rubbed her own breasts. "Maybe I'll get lucky
and my next lover will have more than just one head that
I'm interested in."

As she laughed aloud, the red tressed girl suddenly
realized two things. First, in her mind, she had just
ended her relationship with Eric. Already she was thinking
of it as something that was over. All that was left was to
tell him. She hoped he had indeed fucked that airhead, it
would make it all the more easier to break up. But either
way, last night was the last time he was ever going to
share her bed.

The second realization was even more surprising. As she
ran a soapy washcloth between her legs and across her
lightly haired pussy, Kathryn discovered she was still
quite aroused. Maybe it was the thought of Eric screwing
Tracy, or some glimpse of that forgotten dream from last
night. What ever the reason, she found her fingers playing
with her body.

Kathryn 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 light red 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.

Kathryn let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against
her mound. Running her other hand across her firm mounds
once again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman
couldn't believe how horny she felt, less than half a day
after she'd been fucked.

With a practiced skill that started when she'd first
masturbated at 13, Kathryn 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 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 roaring 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.
Kathryn 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 redhead rested against the now
warm tile. The water washing away the traces of her
climax.

"Oh that felt good." Kathryn said as she filled her hands
with water and splashed it across her face.

As she stepped naked back into the one room apartment,
Kathryn was greeted by a blast of cold air from the air
conditioner. Her mother must've turned in on before she
left. The weathermen were calling for another hot August
day, so she decided to dress accordingly. Shorts and a T-
shirt were her norm in weather like this, especially if
she had to brave the subway into the city. But Kathryn
didn't think they'd be quite appropriate for the theater.

Thinking about how she should dress for her dinner with
Yolanda, Kathryn again considered what Angela had said
about her friend.

"You know," she said to the now empty room as she tossed a
few outfits on the bed. Sometimes I can really be an ass.
The odds are that Angela, as usual, got all her facts
wrong. And even if she got them right, what difference
does it make? Its not like I'm going to be sleeping with
her."

Three outfit changes later, Kathryn finally settled on a
comfortable floral print sundress. She stepped in front of
the large mirror in back of her door and checked her final
appearance. She reached into the dress and adjusted her
bra straps, then smiled in satisfaction.

"Now I can only hope for both a bus and subway car where
the air conditioning works." Kathryn thought as she packed
her small purse. "Otherwise I'm going to be soaked by the
time I get to Manhattan."

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Ten minutes and four blocks later, Kathryn was beginning
to think that even the A/C wasn't going to help by the
time she finally reached the bus stop. It had to already
be over 90 degrees. She didn't realize she was about to be
rescued.

"Hey sexy lady, where're you going?" called out the light
haired young man in the delivery truck that had pulled up
alongside the walking woman.

At first, Kathryn ignored the comment, chalking it up at
first as belonging to one of the mindless idiots that
filled the neighborhood. Then when he called out a second
time, she recognized the voice.

"Hey, I was only kidding," Steven Parker said as he pulled
over to the curb. "You don't have to ignore me like that."

"Oh hi, Steve," Kathryn said with a smile. " I didn't
recognize you at first."

Steve Parker was 19 and lived down the block from Kathryn.
He was best friends with her younger brother, Kevin.

"Seriously, where are you off to?" he asked. "It's way to
hot to be walking today."

"Actually I'm just headed to the bus stop," she replied.
"I'm going into the city to see a show with a friend."

"Well I guess this if your lucky afternoon." Steve smiled.

"Why is that?" Kathryn asked.

"Because the boxes in back are going to my Uncle Bill's
storehouse over in New Jersey. So I'm going to be going
right through the city." he explained. "And wouldn't you
rather ride in a nice air conditioned van than take your
chances with mass transit?"

"Oh I couldn't," Kathryn said.

"Of course you could." Steve answered.

"Well, I guess you could just drop me off in the city and
I could take the downtown bus from there." she relented.

"Don't be ridicules," Steve said as he stepped out of the
van and opened the door on the other side for her. "I'll
drop you off right in front of where ever you're going."

"That will take you too far out of your way." Kathryn said
as she climbed into the van.

"Don't worry about it," Steve said as he climbed back into
the driver's side. "My Uncle's not waiting for this stuff,
they gave me the keys. I have all day. Besides, this is a
chance to pay you back for all the help you gave me with
Geometry back in school. If it wasn't for you, I'd have
never passed the course."

Actually, Kathryn was tutoring her brother and Steve just
sat in on the lessons, but who was she to look a gift
horse in the mouth. She smiled at the younger man and
accepted his offer.

As they headed over the 59th street bridge into the city,
Kathryn thought to herself what a really good looking 
young man Steve had grown into to. It was a pity that he
was so much younger than she was or she might be
interested in going out with him. But if she was putting
Eric out of her life because he was too immature at
twenty-three, what was she going to do with someone even
younger. The way she'd been feeling all day, she found
herself imagining what Steven might be like in bed. Would
he be a good lover? From what she could see, he had a
great body.

That dangerous train of thought brought another memory
back to Kathryn as she watched the city streets pass by.
Three years back, when he was a junior in high school,
Steve had been involved in somewhat of a scandal. Actually
an alleged scandal, she corrected herself, because it was
swept under the rug in such a way that the school board
denied anything had ever happened.

It had involved Diane Toland, one of the school's history
teachers. On the high side of thirty five, Diane was one
of those female teachers with a body that delighted and
excited teenage boys. And it was obvious she was pleased
with the attention they showed her. Kathryn had never been
in one of her classes but she had heard about them. Ms.
Toland was known for wearing blouses that showed off her
ample cleavage as well as skirts which showed the curves
of her ass quite well. Kevin swore to her once that he'd
been sitting behind her when she bent over to pick up a
piece of chalk and that she hadn't had anything on under
her skirt. At the time, Kathryn had laughed at her
brother's claim.

Anyway, it seems that there was a rumor that was
circulating about Steve around the school that year. The
result of some comments made by an unknown member of his
gym class. Namely that Steve had a cock that belonged on a
horse, one which was bigger limp than most guys hard.
Kathryn only heard about this much later as she had
already graduated by that time.

It was just one of those stories. Until the day, it was
claimed, that Cindy Pisano walked into the audio visual
supply room and found Ms. Toland in a state of partial
undress, trying her hardest to take Steve's horse cock
into her mouth. The rumor spread like wildfire around the
school, but no one seemed to be willing to confirm or deny
the tale. School ended quickly after that, less than a
week later, and Ms. Toland didn't return the following
year. No one seemed to ever want to talk about the story,
but Steve didn't lack for female company that summer, his
senior year, or any time since.

"Well here we are." Steve announced as he pulled out of
traffic and up to the curb. "We didn't make bad time."

Kathryn looked up at the street sign to confirm they were
on the right street. She had been lost in her daydream and
hadn't even noticed the last few miles. Despite the air
conditioning, her skin felt warm.

"Thank you, Steve," she said as she leaned across and gave
him a kiss on the cheek. "You are a dear." she smiled.

As she opened the door and climbed down, Steve called her
name.

"Kathryn," he ginned. "You really do look hot! I envy the
guy."

"I told you, I'm meeting a girlfriend from work." she
insisted.

"Yeah, right!" Steve laughed as he put it in gear and
headed back out into traffic.

Part Three

Checking her watch, Kathryn saw that she was a half hour
early. She checked the address Yolanda had given her and
saw that it was right down the block. A minute later she
was standing in front of a small sign in English and
Chinese that simply said Madame Cheng's.

Standing outside the basement entrance of the simple brick
building, the restaurant seemed very nondescript. In was
only after she stepped inside that Kathryn suddenly felt
like she'd been transformed to another time and place.
Decorated like Shanghai in the 1930's, the place certainly
had atmosphere.

"Table for one, Miss?" a quite attractive Chinese woman,
whom Kathryn judged to be in her mid-forties, asked as she
stepped out from behind a small counter.

"Oh, I'm supposed to meet a friend here," Kathryn replied
as she wondered if her guess about the woman's age was
right. It was so difficult to tell with many Asian women.
They looked almost the same for so long. "I guess I'm a
little early."

"Did she make a reservation?" the woman, who was dressed
in a traditional mandarin dress asked as she checked the
small clipboard in her hand. "What is the name?"

"I'm not sure if she did," Kathryn replied. "Her name is
Yolanda Ortega."

The Chinese woman looked up from the clipboard and smiled.
She called out to another woman, similarly attired, who
was also behind the counter. Kathryn had no idea what she
said, the rapid fire speech was in Chinese, but it did
bring the other woman quickly out from behind the counter.
She did however recognize the name Yolanda in the
exchange.

"Please follow me, Miss." said the second woman, whose age
was as difficult to guess as the first. "Your table is
right this way."

Kathryn followed the woman though the restaurant to a row
of booths in the back. As far away from the noise of the
kitchen and front desk as you could get, Kathryn had the
impression that they were the best tables in the place.
She was seated at the last one in the row.

"Would you like something while you wait?" the woman
asked.

"I guess a diet coke." Kathryn replied.

"I'll have it brought right out," the older woman smiled.
"If there's anything else just ask your waitress. Enjoy
your meal, and welcome to Madame Cheng's."

A minute later, a young girl whose age was much easier to
guess as early twenties appeared with her soft drink. She
smiled and told Kathryn she'd be back as soon as her
dinner guest arrived. It was then Kathryn noticed
something different about this restaurant from other
Chinese restaurants she'd been to. There were all
waitresses, no waiters. It seemed a little odd and out of
place.

Kathryn didn't have too much time to wonder about it
because only a few minutes later she looked up to see
Yolanda walking across the restaurant toward her. The
South American woman's hair, which Kathryn had only seen
pinned up, was now down and tied into a long pony tail.
She had on blue skirt and a yellow short sleeve blouse. It
was both stylish and comfortable.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long," Yolanda said as
she reached the table. "I was running a little behind this
afternoon."

"I just got here myself." Kathryn smiled as Yolanda sat
down opposite her in the booth.

"That's a beautiful dress." Yolanda said as she made
herself comfortable.

"Thanks." was Kathryn's reply.

No sooner had Yolanda sat down, when the same waitress was
standing by the table, her order pad in hand.

"Do you mind if I order for both of us?" Yolanda asked as
she smiled at the waitress. "I've been here so many times
I really know what are the best things on the menu."

"Go right ahead." Kathryn agreed.

Then to her amazement, Yolanda ordered the meal in what
Kathryn knew had to be Chinese because the waitress smiled
back at her and quickly rushed off.

"How did you ever learn how to do that?" Kathryn asked. "I
barely made it through high school Spanish."

"When I was in college, I had a close friend who was from
Taiwan." Yolanda quickly explained. "You'd be amazed at
how much of a foreign language you can learn if you're
properly motivated."

"I guess so." Kathryn agreed.

The waitress, who's name Yolanda later told her was Mei-
ha, reappeared a few moments later with an ice tea for
Yolanda. Another girl came up and whispered something in
Mei-ha's ear which caused her to quickly excuse herself.

It was the appearance of the second waitress that made
Kathryn note that there was something else different about
the restaurant only having waitresses. Both girls were
rather amply endowed for Asian women. It had been her
experience, both in school and later at work, that most of
the Asian women she'd met had been of a somewhat smaller
stature. Looking at two other waitress's in view, she
noted that they too were rather busty as well.

"So how was your day so far." Yolanda said as she took a
sip of her tea."

"Okay I guess," Kathryn answered.

"You seem like something's wrong." Yolanda asked
perceptively.

"Well its nothing I want to bother you with." Kathryn
said.

"Honey, that's what friends are for." came Yolanda's
reply.

Taking a deep breath, Kathryn told Yolanda about her
decision to break it off with Eric. It felt good to let it
all out.

"I've seen it happen before." Yolanda said in sympathy. "I
think most people don't realize how many changes people go
through in their early twenties-when you make the jump
from teenager to adult. Some people make it very quickly,
some not at all. That's why so many young marriages fail."

"I can't imagine who's going to be more upset," Kathryn
said as their food arrived. "Eric or my parents."

"You can't live your life for them," Yolanda said. "My
parents had certain plans for my life as well. They didn't
exactly turn out as they expected. The important thing is
that you be happy with your life."

"I guess you're right." Kathryn agreed as she filled her
plate with samples of everything Yolanda had ordered.

Dinner turned out to be as fabulous as Yolanda had
promised. Kathryn had no idea what some of the dishes
were, but they were incredible. She'd never had food like
this before.

"Is everything all right here." said the woman who came up
to the table.

Kathryn looked up and saw it was the older woman who had
first directed her to the table.

"Everything's great as usual, Sau-ling.'' Yolanda said in
English for Kathryn's benefit. 'Thank you."

"We do try to take care of our special customers." Sau-
ling said before excusing herself.

"Was that Madame Cheng?" Kathryn asked.

"Well sort of" Yolanda said. "She and the woman you met at
the front door are both Madame Cheng."

"Are they sisters or something like that." Kathryn asked 
curiously.

"More in the category of 'something like that', I guess."
Yolanda said. "Actually they're just friends who both
happen to have the last name Cheng. It's kind of like the
Chinese version of Smith."

"Oh, but what did she mean, her special customers?"
Kathryn asked out of curiosity.

"Just that I'm a steady customer that's all." Yolanda
replied. "I bring a lot a business clients here that's
all."

"And is that what this is?" Kathryn asked jokingly. "A
little business dinner."

"Darling, dinner with a friend like you is always a
pleasure-never business." Yolanda said in reply.

They covered a few more topics as they ate, until the
subject of Yolanda's impending departure from the firm
came up.

"So do you think you're going to miss Moore and Ryan when
you go?"

"A few weeks ago I might've said yes." Yolanda answered.
"For the first time I was beginning to envy not working a
steady job. But then everything seemed to change almost
overnight. People started to go cold on me, like I did
something. I can't for the life of me imagine what I
could've done."

Kathryn's conversation with Angela yesterday came right
back to her. She debated for a few moments if she should
mention it. Then decided that her friend had a right to
know.

"Actually," she began hesitantly, "I don't think it was
something you did, but something you didn't do."

Yolanda looked a little confused at the statement.

"You turned down John Rosselli when he asked you out."
Kathryn added.

"I got the impression that happens almost on a weekly
basis.'' Yolanda said. "His getting turned down, I mean.
Why should it matter that I did?"

"Oh it does, I mean he does," Kathryn said. "It was the
reason you turned him down, or at least the reason he told
people you did."

"Oh that...." Yolanda said understandingly. "I guess it
was a pretty stupid thing to say. But sometimes I get so
tired of being hit on."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that," Kathryn beamed. "Right
away people took it to be true and ...."

"Hold on a second," Yolanda interrupted Kathryn in mid-
sentence. "I said it was a stupid thing to say. I never
said it wasn't true."

For a few seconds, Kathryn was speechless.

"Is that a problem for you too?" Yolanda asked. "Cause I'd
really hate to loose your friendship as well."

"No, its not a problem." Kathryn quickly replied. "I guess
it just took me off guard. I was so sure that Angie had
gotten it all wrong."

"That would be the same Angie who's screwing the vice-
president of production." Yolanda asked.

"You know about that?" Kathryn asked.

"Honey, I don't think there's anyone at that place who
doesn't know it." Yolanda smiled.

"I guess I look pretty stupid right now." Kathryn said.

"Not at all," Yolanda replied. "I'm just glad you were
friend enough to have told me."

Then another look passed across Kathryn's face, one which
Yolanda couldn't help but notice.

"You have something else to say. Go on, lets get it all 
out in the open." the older woman said.

"Are we on a date?" Kathryn asked softly.

Yolanda had to laugh, loud enough for patrons at some of
the closest tables to hear.

"I'm sorry, Kathryn, I couldn't help it." she said as she
tried to bring her laughter under control.

It took her another minute to accomplish that.

"Are we on a date?" Yolanda repeated. "I guess that would
depend on your definition of a date. If you call two
friends going out to dinner and a show a date, then I
guess we are."

She could tell that Kathryn wasn't totally satisfied with
that answer.

"I do have straight friends, you know." Yolanda went on.
"And a good number of them are women. I'm not out there
trying to seduce them all. I'm sure you have male friends.
Do you think every guy you know wants to get into your
pants?"

To that, Kathryn raised her eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe that's a bad analogy." Yolanda quipped. "But
lets be totally honest here, because I think that's the
way friends should be."

"I think so too." Kathryn agreed.

"I like you, I really do." Yolanda began. "You're good
company, you're quite intelligent, and also to be pretty
honest-quite cute."

Kathryn smiled.

"If you were going to ask me if I was sexually attracted
to you, I honestly would have to say yes." Yolanda went
on. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to make a pass at
you. And do you know why?"

"No." was Kathryn's simple response.

"Because in all the time we've spent together, you've
never once given me cause to think you might be
interested." Yolanda said. "And I value the friendship
we've developed too much to screw it up by making a pass
at you."

"I guess that does make sense." Kathryn agreed.

"So are we okay here?" Yolanda asked.

"Yeah, we're okay." Kathryn smiled.

"Good, because these theater tickets were too hard for me
to come by for them to go to waste." Yolanda grinned.
"We're done here, unless you'd like some dessert?"

"None for me." Kathryn said. 'I'm full."

"Then lets get going, the theater is only about six blocks
from here so we might as well walk." Yolanda said as she
took out her wallet and drop a few bills on top of the
bill Mei-ha had left a few minutes before.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

If anything, the few reviews Kathryn had read for Adrianne
and Edmond had understated how good the play was. She
couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a good
time. She was laughing so hard it had actually begun to
hurt, and she was glad for the intermission. Thankfully
she was one of the first in line for the restroom because
that was another side effect of all that laughter.

Yolanda excused herself during the brief break to make a
few phone calls. Sitting alone in her seat, Kathryn
thought it was good thing she hadn't asked Eric to come to
this play. Much of the humor was sexual in nature and of a
sort that would've been way over his head. His idea of a
good sex joke usually began with 'there were these two
whores....'.

As Yolanda sat back in her seat, Kathryn gave her a brief
smile and told her how much she was enjoying the play.
Yolanda returned the smile and said she was too.

"Damn, this would be all so much easier if Yolanda was a
guy." Kathryn thought as the second act started.

The idea that she didn't have to be a guy flashed though
her mind a moment later.

"Careful Katie girl," she told herself. "That thought
threads on very dangerous ground."

What she hadn't mentioned to Yolanda was something she
never told to another living soul. When she was a freshman
in college, she'd had an oh so very brief flirtation with
another girl.

It was nothing really, a girl she'd met at a party. They'd
been a lot to drink there, or so Kathryn told herself
afterwards. It started out innocently enough, after all
they weren't the only girls dancing together. It was only
later when Sally, she never did get the girl's last name,
walked her home that things got more than a little out of
control.

They were just around the corner from the dorms when Sally
pulled Kathryn into one of the alcoves. Before she knew
what was happening, Sally's body was pressed against her
own and she felt soft, unfamiliar lips caressing her.

Kathryn could still remember the warm feeling she felt
when Sally's hands slid under her blouse, unclipping the
front clasp of her bra with an ease that any boy on campus
would've envied. Skilled fingers caressed her mounds, with
a touch softer than any that had been there before.

Any thought of protesting at what was happening vanished
when Sally's lips transferred their attention from
Kathryn's mouth to her nipples. It was heaven on earth, or
the closest thing to it she had ever been.

Kathryn felt her skirt being pushed up, and her panties
moved aside, but it was only when she felt a soft wetness
brush against her clit did she really understand what was
happening.

By the time Sally was done, Kathryn's clothes was totally 
disheveled and had anyone seen her in that condition she
no doubt would've been greatly embarrassed. But the memory
the coed carried in secret to this day wasn't that of
embarrassment, but that of her first orgasm at the tongue
of another woman.

"Now that's something I really haven't thought about in a
very long time." Kathryn said to herself as the sudden
influx of memory brought both a flush to her breasts and a
tingling between her legs. "I guess I wanted to block out
how good it really felt."

The second act of the play was even better than the first,
but even if the actors playing Adrianne and Edmond were
going at it naked on center stage, Kathryn would've been
totally oblivious to it. Instead her attention was totally
concentrated on the contours of the woman next to her. The
bright emerald green of her eyes, the rich redness of her
lips, and the velvet soft olive skin that surrounded it
all.

Her gaze slid downward, across Yolanda's neck and past the
swell of her breasts. Even in the faint light of the
theater, Kathryn was close enough to make out the silver
dollar size rings around her nipples. She couldn't help
but compare them to the smallness of her own.

Finally down to the folds of Yolanda's denim skirt, and
the priceless pearl that she knew was concealed beneath
the blue material. Kathryn's neck arched just the
slightest bit forward, so that she could follow the path
down the Brazilian woman's long legs, coming to a stop at
the gold ankle bracelet on her left leg.

Kathryn took a long, deep breath, one that seemed to last
an eternity. So many things she'd be feeling the last
twenty four hours now made perfect sense to her. All the
steel doors she'd hidden feelings behind had been flung
wide open.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this." Kathryn said to
herself as she shifted in her seat, moving a symbolic few
inches closer to Yolanda. "But if I don't, I'll forever
wish I had.

Kathryn reached out with her right hand and gently placed
it on top of Yolanda's. Gently, she stroked her fingers,
then let them intermix. The warmth of her action filled
her, generating a smile that spoke volumes across her
face.

Tightening her own hand against Kathryn's, Yolanda
returned a smile of equal intensity. No words had to be
spoken between them, the meaning of the simple gesture was
clear to both.

Part Four

"That was simply the best play I've ever seen." Kathryn
said as they exited the theater.

"It was good wasn't it," Yolanda smiled. "I'm so glad you
enjoyed it.

"So what's next?" Kathryn asked.

"I guess that's up to you." Yolanda said. "After all, this
is your night, isn't it?"

Glancing up at the now dark night sky, Kathryn considered
for a moment that she really should be heading home. As it
was, she wouldn't get there until well after midnight.

"Is there somewhere we can go and get a drink?" she asked
instead.

"Well, there are a few nice places in the neighborhood,"
Yolanda said in response. "But they're all likely to be
pretty packed on a Saturday night."

"Oh, I really wanted to have a drink and maybe talk some."
Kathryn pouted.

Yolanda took a few long moments to think about it. Long
enough for Kathryn to start framing another question. One
that was cut off as Yolanda finally spoke.

"Well if you really want to talk," the olive skinned woman
said with a little hesitation. "I supposed we could go
back to my apartment, it's only about twelve blocks from
here. I'm sure I have something were could have as a night
cap too."

"That's a fabulous idea!" Kathryn gushed with enthusiasm.
"Let's go!" she added as she took Yolanda by the arm.

"All right," Yolanda surrendered. "But its this way." she
said, turning both of them northward.

"My, this is nice," Kathryn said as she looked up at the
old brownstone her friend had led her to. "Which floor do
you live on?" she asked.

"Actually, I live on all of them." Yolanda replied.

"All of them?" Kathryn repeated as she looked up at the
three story building. "How can you afford that, the rent
must be incredible."

"I sort of own the building." Yolanda said as she slid a
key from her bag and put it into the lock of the first
floor door. "Me and First City Bank that is."

Stepping inside, Yolanda turned on the light and led
Kathryn inside. The large room that took up much of the
first floor had been made into a combination office and
workroom, filled with several computers and peripherals.

"What's all this?" Kathryn asked.

"This is Southstar Enterprises." Yolanda replied as she
checked for any new email on one of the active terminals.
"This is what I do when I'm not consulting."

"You run your own company too?" Kathryn asked.

"Sweetheart, I am my own company." Yolanda smiled.
"President, Mailroom Clerk and Chief Bottle Washer. Which
is why the job I'm doing for Moore and Ryan will be my
last for a while. Southstar is finally beginning to take
off and I'm going to devote myself to it full time for a
while."

"Can you afford to do that?" Kathryn asked curiously.
Wondering if she'd ever get the chance to do anything like
that.

"I can't afford not to," Yolanda said as she guided
Kathryn to the staircase leading to the second floor. "Not
if I ever want to break out from the pack."

By the time they reached the second floor, Yolanda had
changed the subject. Kathryn still had at least a dozen
questions about what she had seen downstairs, but there
would be time for that later.

"Is white wine okay with you?" Yolanda asked as she
stepped into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"That would be fine." Kathryn said as she looked around
the simply furnished living room. She couldn't help but
compare it to her little apartment over her parent's
garage.

"I fixed us a little snack too." Yolanda said as she came
out of the kitchen with a tray filled with three kinds of
cheese and the wine.

"It looks delicious." Kathryn said as she picked up one of 
the wine glasses and took a sip. "This is also very good."
she added.

"Would you like to hear some music?" Yolanda asked as she
turned on the bookcase stereo.

As the soft sounds filled the air, Yolanda sat down next
to Kathryn and took a taste of her own wine.

"Now there was something that you wanted to talk about?"
Yolanda asked as she put her glass down on the small
coffee table.

Kathryn took a long taste of her wine. Now that she was
were she thought she wanted to be, she hesitated. Long
silent moments passed as the redhead collected her
thoughts. Moments that Yolanda just sat there, she was in
no hurry.

"We don't have to talk." Yolanda said with a small smile.
"We can just sit here and enjoy the wine and music."

So for the next ten minutes, that was exactly what they
did.

"I think I love you." Kathryn suddenly blurted out.

"Really?" Yolanda said quietly as she took another small
sip of wine. "And how long have you felt this way?"

"I'm not sure," came the reply. "A while I think, but I
didn't realize it until today."

Yolanda took another sip of wine, giving Kathryn a moment
to consider what she was saying.

"Have you ever had feelings for another woman before?"
Yolanda asked.

Kathryn quickly told her about Sally and her brief
introduction into female sex. The telling brought back
that same warmth between her legs.

"That's lust, not love." Yolanda noted. "Not that there's
anything wrong with that at times."

"And I have had feelings for some of my girlfriends too."
Kathryn added.

"Ever tell any of them about it?" Yolanda asked as she
moved just a little bit closer.

"No," Kathryn said. "I didn't think any of them would've
understood.

"Not even Angela?" Yolanda asked as she took the wine
glass from Kathryn hand and put it down on the table next
to hers.

"Definitely not Angela!" Kathryn said quickly.

"Pity," Yolanda mused. "She's got dynamite tits." she
laughingly added.

The comment caught Kathryn off guard. Then, picturing the
number of times she'd seen Angela's big nippled breasts in
the flesh, she had to agree with Yolanda's assessment.

"I guess she does." Kathryn smiled.

"But I'm glad she's not here," Yolanda said as she leaned
toward Kathryn. "And that you are."

And then their lips met....

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The kiss Yolanda planted on Kathryn's soft lips was like
that she would give her sister. A light peck denoting
tenderness and affection. Then she kissed her again - this
time with passion. Kathryn felt the press of her tongue
against her lips and opened to receive it. Sparks erupted
as she felt Yolanda's tongue brush up against her own.

Yolanda reached up with her hand and cupped Kathryn's
breast through the thin material of her sundress. It felt
so nice to the younger girl, sending another surge of
emotion through her. Now it was Kathryn's turn as she put
her arms around Yolanda and kissed her with all of the
desire she could gather.

Kathryn and Yolanda sat there on the small couch kissing
like long lost lovers. Every time she felt Yolanda's
tongue slip through her lips, Kathryn's heart skipped a
beat. She hadn't been this excited since the first time
she'd done it with Eric. Unlike Eric, Yolanda's lips were
soft and sweet, the taste of cherry evident each time they
pressed against hers.

Another thing vastly different was the scent of perfume
that filled her as she pressed against Yolanda. So unlike
the smell of a man, it was soft and gentle. It was also
highly intoxicating.

"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable?" Yolanda
asked as she kissed Kathryn one more time.

With that, Yolanda pulled the zipper of Kathryn's dress
all the way down, exposing the lacy strap of a thin yellow
bra. With no objection from Kathryn, she pulled the
flowery print down across her shoulders and then began to
pull it further down toward her waist.

For a moment, Kathryn felt very exposed, which was strange
since she had no real phobia about being nude. Yolanda
made her self conscious about her body in a way that no
man ever had.

Yolanda began to kiss her way down Kathryn's neck, running
her tongue across the recesses of her throat to the soft
flesh of her collarbone. Her green eyes opened in
appreciation as she reached the pale white mounds cradled
by the sheer lace bra. The contrasts between her breasts
and the deeply tanned skin around it was highly erotic.

"You're breasts are so beautiful." the black haired woman
purred as she planted a soft kiss on the top of each of
Kathryn's enclosed globes.

A gentle tug on the thin material exposed the bright pink
nipple beneath it. The erect tip was only visible a brief
moment before it vanished between Yolanda's lips. She
wrapped her lips around the entire areola as she painted a
path with her tongue across it. Then her lips closed as
she sucked hard on just the now erect nipple.

A loud sign erupted from Kathryn as she felt the wetness
engulf her stiff nipple, bringing back the memory of
Sally's touch from so long ago. The memory quickly faded
in the face of reality and the knowledge that Sally was a
rank amateur next to Yolanda .

With only one nipple exposed, Yolanda took her time. Her
tongue darting to and fro, tracing wide circles around the
pink nipple. Then she would tickle it directly before
taking it whole into her mouth again.

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

"Let's see how you like this?" Yolanda said as she picked
up the closest wine glass and poured just a little of it
on the center of Kathryn's breast.

"Oh yes!" Kathryn gasped as Yolanda licked up all traces
of the wine.

A few minutes later, Yolanda exposed the other pale white
breast and repeated her performance. Sending Kathryn
further into a blissful state.

Finally satisfied. Yolanda turned her attention away from
her new playthings and kissed Kathryn again. This time the
kiss was brief, just enough to signal a temporary end to
their play.

"I want to try that on you." Kathryn said excitedly,
wondering what it would be like to taste another woman's
breasts.

"Oh you will soon enough, my new love." Yolanda said as
she planted another kiss, this time on the cheek. "But I
think we should be practical for a moment."

Kathryn looked at Yolanda for a moment. A puzzled look on
her face.

"This has already gone far beyond what I think either of
us had planned." Yolanda said. "Not that I'm complaining,
mind you. But if you do plan to stay here, I think it
might be a good idea if you called home and told them."

The call home only took a few minutes. Virginia Gray
agreed with her daughter's decision to spend the night at
her friend's house. It was far too late for her to be
riding the subway and buses home.

A wicked smile formed on Kathryn's face as she spoke,
imagining what her mother's reaction would be if she could
see her right now. Standing in the center of the living
room, her dress still down around her waist with her
breasts hanging free. Her nipples still wet from the kiss
of her new lover.

Virginia started to suggest to her daughter that she try
to get home early in the morning and have brunch with
Eric, but Kathryn quickly dismissed that idea.

"I'll probably have breakfast here, Mom." Kathryn said,
bringing the conversation to a quick close. "I'll see you
tomorrow afternoon. Bye."

No sooner had Kathryn put down the phone when she felt
Yolanda's arms close around her from behind. The older
woman pulled tight against her and brought her hands up to
cup Kathryn's breasts, rubbing her fingers against the
stiff nipples.

"Mmmm." Kathryn said softly as she closed her eyes and
cherished the warmth of the embrace.

Still holding her tight, Yolanda kissed Kathryn's neck,
then her cheek, then finally ran her tongue along the
inner edge of the redhead's ear.

Kathryn wanted this moment to last a lifetime, she felt so
warm and secure. The only thing that made it's passing
bearable was the knowledge that it would only get better.

Yolanda turned Kathryn around and kissed her softy a few
more times. She took Kathryn's hands in her own and guided
them up under the bottom of her blouse, pressing them
against her own breasts. Kathryn squeezed them softy,
feeling Yolanda's nipples through the thin material of her
own bra.

With practiced skill, Yolanda undid the buttons of her
blouse, letting it fall open, giving her friend a much
better look at her endowments. Then, just as quickly, she
undid the front clasp of her bra and let it fall free into
Kathryn's hands.

Wasting no time, Kathryn let the material drop away,
quickly placing her hands back on the now exposed flesh.
It felt so warm to her touch.

"Can I kiss them?" she asked softly.

"Of course you can, darling." Yolanda said with a smile.
"You can do anything that you want."

Yolanda lifted one of her breasts and offered it as a gift
to Kathryn. She leaned down and kissed the center of the
dark silver dollar she had admired in the theater. Unlike
her own breasts, Yolanda's were all one hue, a combination
of her nature color and a proclivity for nude sunbathing.
Her large nipples and wide areola where a dark brown,
several shade darkener than the surrounding skin. Kathryn
tickled the stiff nipple with her tongue, before taking it
into her mouth.

"Yesss," Yolanda moaned as she felt the wet embrace of
Kathryn's mouth. "You do that well."

In reply, Kathryn let the hard nub slip from her lips and
ran her tongue across the wide circle a few more times
before taking it again fully into her mouth. Back in
college she had regretted the fact that she had never had
the chance to taste Sally's breasts. Tonight she was going
to make up for that and much more.

After a few more minutes of play , Yolanda shifted her
other mound to Kathryn's eager mouth to give her neophyte
lover a chance to feast on that as well.

As she worked her way across this new morsel, Kathryn was
intoxicated by the erotic combination of Yolanda's natural
scent and the perfume she wore. In was strongest in the
deep, dark valley between her breasts, a place the twenty-
three year old was quickly becoming very familiar with.

When she was satisfied that Kathryn had enjoyed herself
enough for the moment, Yolanda lifted both her breasts and
rubbed them against Kathryn's own. They kissed as their
nipples rubbed against each other, their tongues becoming
one.

"I want you," Kathryn panted as she broke the kiss. "Right
here, right now."

"I have a better idea my love," Yolanda said in reply as
she ran her tongue across Kathryn's red lips. "We have all
night, and I want this to be special for you."

As she spoke, she slipped her hand down and under the hem
of Kathryn's dress. Sliding between the band of her
panties, her fingers came to rest on the redhead's wet
mound. Yolanda rubbed against the lightly haired bush,
sliding her index finger up into Kathryn's tunnel of love.

Back and forth she moved it, just enough to give Kathryn a
quick thrill. Then, just as quickly, she removed her hand
completely from her panties and brought it up to her face.
Even in the lamp light, Kathryn could see the shiny
residue of her excitement on the tanned index finger.

"Hmmmm," Yolanda purred as she slid the outstretched
finger between her lips and licked it clean. "I do so love
a little appetizer before the main course." she laughed.

Kathryn smiled back, wondering what it would be like to
taste Yolanda's nectar. A question that she knew would be
answered in a very short time.

"I want to give you a few minutes to catch your breath,"
Yolanda abruptly said. "To give you one last chance to
decide if this is what you really want."

Kathryn opened her mouth to say something but was stilled
as Yolanda placed her index finger against her open lips.
She could easily smell her own scent filling her nostrils.
It was a heady aroma.

"Don't say anything," Yolanda continued. "I want you to
wait here and finish your wine. Wait fifteen minutes, then
if you're still sure, follow me upstairs. I'll be waiting
for you."

With that, Yolanda broke the embrace and headed up the
wrought iron circular staircase and disappeared onto the
third floor.

The quiet swing of the pendulum on the wall clock counted
off each of those fifteen minutes as Kathryn sat and
finished her wine. The drink only added to the warmth that
still filled her body. The soft caress of Yolanda's lips
against her own still tingled, more so those against her
breasts. In her heart, she felt more sixteen than twenty-
three, more like a virgin than an experienced lover.

Deep within her, Kathryn could hear a small voice calling
out to her. It was the voice of caution, urging her to
take a large step backwards and carefully examine what she
was about to do. That voice was balanced by that of her
soul, filled with the fire of suddenly realized dreams. At
that moment Kathryn recalled her dream of the night
before. Only this time she could see the face of her
lover. It was a face she had caressed so lovingly only ten
minutes before.

The wall clock chimed the quarter hour, and Kathryn put
her now empty wine glass down on the table. She looked up
at the staircase leading to the third floor and decided to
follow the voice of her soul and dreams.

Part Five

"Omigod....." Kathryn gasped breathlessly as she felt
another rising crest wash through her body.

Her body covered with sweat, she couldn't believe the
ecstasy her quaking form had experienced over the last
quarter hour. Never in her life had she imagined that
another person could make her feel this good.

When she had first stepped into Yolanda's bedroom, and
then to her bed, she had expected the experience to be
similar to that brief moment with Sally. She couldn't have
imagined how far beyond that it would quickly reach.

Despite her desire to try and return the brief pleasure
that Yolanda have given her downstairs, the older girl
directed her to just stretch out on the bed and relax.
There would be time enough later for her to take a more
active part.

The room was lit by the light of a dozen candles, spread
out across the room. Shadowless light that reflected off
the now nude form of the South American woman. As she
stood there, Kathryn had a few moments to fully admire the
artistry of her friend's body. She would quickly discover
that unlike other more conventional works of art, this one
could produce more than a passing reaction.

Following her friend's instruction, Kathryn had climbed
onto the large platform bed, her dress left on the floor
next to it. She'd took hold of the waistband of her plain
yellow panties to remove them but was interrupted.

"No, I'll do that." Yolanda said as she reached down and
stopped her.

Joining her friend on the bed, Yolanda straddled her and
began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she leaned
over and began to kiss her way down her back. She started
at her neck and slowly transversed the warm flesh with
both her fingers and lips, whispering quiet terms of
endearment as she went.

As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Kathryn's breasts
and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she
reached the top edge of Kathryn's bikini briefs, she took
hold of the waistband with her teeth and pulled them down,
exposing the plump pale cheeks of Kathryn's ass. The woman
beneath her lifted herself a few inches off the surface of
the bed to allow Yolanda to draw the briefs down and off
her legs.

"You have a beautiful ass." Yolanda chuckled as she look
down at Kathryn's left cheek. On impulse she kissed it.

A new series of kisses followed as Yolanda covered both
cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at
the crack between her valley and went down and across to
the hairy red mound on the other end.

Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she
exposed Kathryn's sex and pressed her tongue deep within
it.

"Ooooo" Kathryn moaned as she again lifted herself to give
greater access.

With all the skill she'd gained over the years since she'd
discovered other girls at the age of fifteen, Yolanda
played her new lover's pussy like a musical instrument.
Each motion of her slippery tongue sent little charges
through her friend. She savored the taste that coated her
tongue, a delight she'd dreamed of since the day she had
walked into Moore and Rand and met the women now laid out
before her.

As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew
there were still many pleasures she wanted to share with
her friend.

She spun Kathryn over and turned her own body around so
that the red headed woman would have access to her own
cunt. She easily slid the remains of her own underwear to
the floor and once more climbed on top.

Still quivering from what she knew was just the first of
the nights joys, Kathryn stared in fascination at the
sight of her friend's naked cunt only a few inches from
her mouth. It was beautiful, she though. The scent of
Yolanda's sex was almost overpowering, and to her delight
she learned with her first lick that the taste was all she
hoped it would be. Yolanda lowered her pelvis, so that
Kathryn could have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave
Kathryn free reign, allowing her to set the pace of her
actions.

Slowly at first, Kathryn licked her lover, exploring her
womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken
the pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little
ripples throughout Yolanda's body. As they slowly built in
intensity, Yolanda knew they would eventually lead to
orgasm.

Satisfied that Kathryn was comfortable and well on her
way, Yolanda turned her attentions back to the now
saturated mound before her own mouth. Parting Kathryn's
lips, she quickly went back to work and expertly matched
Kathryn's rhythm. Their bodies were in sync as they heaved
and sweated in a building passion.

The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Yolanda
that Kathryn was defiantly a diamond in the raw. What
would she be like with some more practice. As she felt
herself cresting, the twenty-seven year old pressed her
cunt down against Kathryn's face, while simultaneously
driving her own tongue as deep inside Kathryn as it would
go. Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and as powerful
as any Yolanda had experienced.

They laid there wrapped in each others embrace for a few
moments, simply enjoying the warmth of each other's body.
Kathryn swore that she could feel the beat of Yolanda's
heart as their bodies pressed together as the noise of
both their labored breaths filled the room.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Good morning, sweetheart." Yolanda said as she stepped
into the bedroom carrying a breakfast tray filled with
various foods. "I wasn't sure exactly what you like in the
morning, seeing as you seem to live on tea and danish in
the office, but I'm sure there's something here that
you'll like."

Kathryn rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she adjusted to
the sunlight filling the room. She couldn't believe it was
morning already. The last thing she remembered was that
she and Yolanda were making love for the third, or was it
fourth time. She remembered the heat of their bodies as
she held each other tight, their pussies on fire as they
rubbed them against each other until they'd exploded in an
exhausting orgasm. After that she must've collapsed from
fatigue.

"It all looks marvelous." she said as she took a small
morsel from the tray Yolanda had set down on the bed.
"I've famished."

"I've no doubt that you are." Yolanda said as she sat down
on the edge of the bed and kissed Kathryn on the cheek.

"I have to say last night was incredible." Kathryn said as
she took a sip of tea.

"You're not going to get any argument there from me."
Yolanda smiled as she took a taste of her coffee.

"I do love you." Kathryn said, repeating her statement of
the previous night.

"I know you do." Yolanda replied as she set the coffee cup
down. "And I feel the same way about you."

"Why do I have a feeling that there's a 'but' somewhere in
that statement." Kathryn said.

Yolanda smiled.

"But...." she began. "I want you to make sure you're going
into this with your eyes wide open."

"I am." was Kathryn's simple reply.

"Not right now you're not." Yolanda corrected her. "Maybe
a month from now you could say that, but not this morning.
Right now you're riding the wave of some really great sex,
and that's fine. As long as you can recognize that for
what it is."

"I guess you're right." Kathryn said as she thought about
it.

"So we just take it a step at a time," Yolanda said as she
crawled into the bed next to Kathryn. "And if this all
turns out to be is a little lust, well I'm sure we can
deal with that too." she added as she kissed Kathryn on
the lips.

"I think I need a shower." Kathryn abruptly said as she
became aware of her bodies reaction to the previous
night's exertions.

"Yes you do," Yolanda grinned. "I've already had one but
I'd be happy to help wash your back."

"Just my back?" Kathryn smiled back.

-=-= Epilogue =-=-

Kathryn didn't make it home for lunch that Sunday
afternoon, or dinner for that matter. She showed up for
work Tuesday morning in a dress she borrowed from Yolanda.

By the end of the week, she had told Eric that it was over
between them and he took it with what she concluded was a
sense of relief. He never confirmed her suspicions about
him and Tracy, but three months later the two of them were
married. And it was only five months later that Tracy
presented Papa Foster with his first grandchild.

Angela's rise to the top suffered a fatal setback when her
boss suffered a heart attack one cold January afternoon.
Thankfully it wasn't during one of their private
consultations. His replacement, a no nonsense woman named
Joan Miller quickly had the former assistant reassigned to
a position more in tune with her office skills, or lack
thereof.

It was no real surprise to most that the position of
administrative assistant that opened with that
reassignment was offered to Kathryn. She had proven time
and again what an asset she'd quickly become to the
company.

What did come as a surprise was both her decision to turn
down the job and then resign from the company. She
explained in resigning that she'd been offered a position
with Southstar Enterprises. Few of her associates had ever
heard of the company, but a quick computer check by the
curious would find it described by the industry journals
as a rapidly expanding computer support company.

What few friends she still had at Moore and Ryan wished
her luck-and happiness at least.

Kathryn assured them that she was sure she'd found both.

END

Barbara And Samantha Adventures On Flight
109

by Ann Douglas

Barbara looked up at the young blonde as she walked down
the airplane's aisle, carefully checking seat numbers. She
looked frightened and excited at the same time. Big blue
eyes tried to take in everything at once as her gaze
darted across the cabin. Reaching the empty seat next to
Barbara, she checked the seat number again and then smiled
nervously as she sat down.

Barbara guessed her to be about 19 or 20, probably her
first time away from home. She wore a plain white blouse
and matching blue skirt. Watching her read the emergency
card in the forward pocket, Barbara could only image what
she would be like when they actually took off.

"First time?" Barbara asked.

"I guess that's pretty obvious." She answered. "I'm
normally not this uncoordinated."

"Don't worry about it, I've been flying for almost twenty
five years now, it gets so I worry more about crossing
midtown in a cab more than I do about flying to Los
Angeles."

"Samantha Thomas." She said as she extended her hand. "My
friends call me Sam."

"Barbara Logan." Came the reply. "Nice to meet you. Don't
worry, by the time we get to LA you'll be a veteran."

"Just don't be surprise if you find me holding your hand
for support when this thing takes off." Samantha said.

Barbara's smile dimmed just a little. One of the reasons
she usually took the Redeye from Newark to LAX was so she
could sleep and arrive rested for a morning meeting. Now
she began to worry that she would be up all night baby-
sitting Sam. Then, thinking back to her own first flight
and how worried she was about it, loosing a little sleep
to help Sam didn't seem too high a price to pay.

Ten minutes later, the flight attendants had finished
their safety speech, one which Sam had followed with a
keen interest. The fasten seat belts light had come on and
the DC-10 took its turn on the flight line.

Barbara could feel Samantha tensing up when the cabin
filled with the roar of the jet's engines as the pilot
brought them up to full power. As the plane began to rush
down the runway, Barbara reached over and took Samantha's
hand in her own.

Sam gripped her hand tightly as the wheels of the jet
bumped once then took to the air. The night sky filled the
small window, leaving the city lights quickly behind.

After about ten minutes of climbing to gain their cruising
altitude, the seat belt light went off. People then began
to move around the cabin and get as comfortable as they
could. A casual look around her told Barbara that most of
her fellow passengers intended to sleep their way cross-
country.

"I guess I can let go now." Barbara said with a smile. "We 
made it once again."

"Would you mind terribly if I held on a little longer?"
Samantha asked.

"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt." Barbara responded. If
that was the most attention she wanted, then maybe she
could get some sleep after all.

With that, the 45 year old woman leaned back in her seat
and closed her eyes. Ten minutes later she was lost in
dreamland.

Roughly two hours later, Barbara woke up, feeling the call
of nature. The cabin around her was dark, except for the
maintenance lights. Brushing her hair out of her brown
eyes, she could see that most of the people around her
were sleeping, the few who were not sat quietly reading.

Turning to her left, she saw that Sam was still wide
awake. Still holding tightly onto her hand.

"Couldn't sleep?" Barbara asked.

"No, I tried but I'm still too scared." Sam replied. "I
hope you don't mind my still holding on, it really does
make me feel better."

"Well I'm afraid that you're going to have to let go for
at least a little while, I need to use the facilities."
said the Redhead.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Samantha sputtered and quickly released
her grip.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back." The older woman said
reassuringly as she rose and started down the aisle.

She had gone about six rows when she turned and saw
Samantha right behind her.

"Figured I should make a stop too." She said.

"Like having a kid sister all over again." Barbara
thought, remembering her days with her little sister Jill.

As Barbara exited the bathroom, she decided to wait for
Samantha. Standing outside the small chamber, she noted
that Sam had forgotten to engage the door lock. No problem
though, most of the plane was asleep and she'd stop anyone
from walking in on her.

Five minutes turned to ten, and Barbara began to become
concerned. Could the girl have gotten sick? Waiting
another few minutes, she reached for the door handle and
slowly opened it.

"Oh my." She said softly as she looked into the small
bathroom.

Samantha sat on the seat, her pink panties down around her
ankles. Her head was arched back and her eyes were tightly
closed. What had so surprised Barbara was that the young
lady had three fingers buried in her pussy and was
furiously masturbating.

"Excuse me," Barbara said as she began to close the door.

Samantha eyes popped open and her skin flushed a bright
red.

"Oh shit!" She exclaimed. "I'm so embarrassed."

Seeing one of the passengers in the rear seats sit up in
response to the curse, Barbara reopened the door and
stepped inside. The last thing Sam needed right now was a
public display.

"Well I guess that's one way to take your mind off
flying." Barbara said with a grin, trying to make light of
the incident.

"I really hadn't intended to do this." Sam said. "I just
started to stroke myself and it felt so nice. Pretty soon
I forgot I was on a plane."

"Then by all means, continue." Barbara said as she again
turned to go.

"Could you still stay with me?" Sam asked.

Barbara looked at her reflection in the small mirror in
amazement. Never could she have pictured herself standing
in an aircraft lavatory at 20,000 feet, watching a girl
half her age play with herself. Yet twenty years ago, she
could've been that girl.

"I'll stay on one condition?" She answered.

Samantha answered with a quizzical look.

"That you let me help."

The bright smile on Samantha's face was all the answer she
needed.

Lifting the girl into a standing position, Barbara reached
down and slid her index finger into her pussy. Finding
that it was already wet and well lubricated, she soon
added a second and third finger. Samantha moaned softly as
the sudden intrusion.

As her fingers worked their magic within the young blonde,
Barbara pulled her closer and kissed her softly. It was
the first time she had kissed another woman since college.
She'd forgotten had nice it could feel. Samantha returned
the kiss, pressing her tongue against Barbara's lips. The
older woman took it eagerly as she savored the taste.

It was a bit awkward at first, but soon their mouths were
moving as one, while their tongues performed an erotic
dance from mouth to mouth. Their hands eagerly explored
each other's body, fondling cloth covered breasts. Barbara
slid her hand within Sam's blouse and under the cup of her
small 32c bra. Closing on her nipple, she found it hard to
the touch.

Cramped in the tiny booth, Barbara was limited in her
options. Once, a long time ago, one of her boyfriend had
initiated her into the mile high club with a frenzied fuck
in the washroom of a 747. A feat that would've been
impossible in this smaller cubicle.

"I've got an idea." Barbara said as she shifted positions
with Samantha and took her place over the commode.

"Jump up." She whispered as she helped Samantha onto the
small vanity sink.

Sitting down on the seat, Barbara now found her head level
with Samantha's exposed cunt. She reached out with a cum
soaked finger and parted the light blonde hair.

"Have you ever had anyone do this for you before?" Barbara
asked as she slid the finger back inside Sam's tunnel.

"Only once, my boyfriend really didn't like doing it."
Came the reply.

"Then just lean back and enjoy it." Barbara responded as
she removed her finger and took a firm grip on the girl's
thighs.

Pulling her legs as far apart as she could, Barbara wasted
no time in diving right in. It took only a taste to remind
her of how much she used to enjoy licking a fiery wet
pussy.

It was hot in the tiny cubicle, and the sharp smell of
flesh and sweat quickly filled the room. Samantha moaned
again and again as Barbara's tongue worked its way deep
within her. The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum
filled her mouth, the more intense became Barbara's desire
to bring the girl to a new level of euphoria.

If her associates back at the law firm of Brandon,
Richards, Carson and Logan could see her now. How many
times had they tried to get into their newest junior
partner's pants only to be sent home wanting. Yet here she
was, risking exposure and ridicule, sucking the pussy of a
19 yr old girl.

Finally, Samantha's body tensed and she gripped the edge
of the vanity with all her might. She trembled with
indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave of girlcum burst
upon across Barbara's pulsating tongue and open mouth.
Pressing her face as far within the girl's open valley as
she could, Barbara swallowed surge upon surge of womanly
joy. It was like sweat nectar, bringing with it the
memories of youth. She made herself a promise that it
wouldn't be anywhere near as long before she tasted it
again.

So intense had been Samantha's eruption, that Barbara was
unable to swallow all of it. Small dripping of the
precious fruit of her efforts ran off her chin and down to
her breasts. Her mouth and nose were likewise covered with
a sweet film of girljuice.

A few seconds passed before either of them could speak.
Finally, Samantha managed to catch her breath and said
softly.

"That was intense!"

"Intense she says." Barbara thought to herself. "If the
girls back in my sorority could cum like that, I'd have
never even looked at another man."

Standing upward, Barbara leaned over and kissed Samantha
again. Samantha then responded in kind. The girl's probing
tongue ran across the older woman's face, allowing her to
taste the sweat and cum mixture that covered it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking came
the voice over the intercom. "We'll be landing at Los
Angeles International in about fifteen minutes, please
return all seats to an upright position and make sure your
seatbelt is securely fastened."

The two women cleaned up as fast as they could, but it was
impossible to eliminate the smell of sex that clung to
both of them. Returning to their seats, they drew several
stares from passenger's as they moved down the aisle. All
they could do was ignore the looks, secure in the
knowledge that they would never see any of these people
again.

Twenty-five minutes later, they were safely on the ground
and rolled up to the passenger terminal. Sensing that
Samantha was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the
roundabout looks and whispered remarks, Barbara suggested
that she disembark when the door opened. She, herself
would follow her usual practice of waiting until the plane
emptied.

"I can't believe we did that." Samantha whispered.

"Well now you have something to remember the next time you
fly." Barbara whispered back.

Then with a smile and a wave of her hand, Samantha was
gone. Barbara was sure she wouldn't have any trouble
flying in the future.

The plane quickly emptied and Barbara simply ignored the
occasional look as someone paused by her seat. Finally as
she was now one of the last passengers onboard, she
removed her small carrybag from the overhead compartment
and started for the door.

Waiting at the cabin door was the Senior Attendant, a
black haired woman of about thirty- eight. As each
passenger went by, she gave them the ritual farewell.

"I hope you had and enjoyable flight. Thank you for flying
with us and hope to see you again real soon."

When Barbara reached the door, the Attendant paused and
looked right into her eyes.

"I guess I don't have to hope that you had a good flight."
She said with a smile that seemed to beam brighter than
before.

Barbara paused for a second, wondering if she had meant
the remark as sarcasm. Before she could think of saying
anything, she felt a business card being pressed into her
hand. Realizing she was holding up the few passengers
still behind her, she exited the plane, holding the card
unseen in her palm.

It wasn't until she had entered the terminal and was away
from the last of her fellow passengers that she paused to
look at the card. It read; Peggy Oxenberg......Senior
Flight Attendant....California Air Express. Written in red
ink across the back were the words - I'm staying at the
Airport Inn. Please give me a call. I'd love to take you
to dinner.

Barbara laughed and was about to toss the card in the
nearby wastebasket. Then, she hesitated for a moment, and
instead slid the small card into her pocket. After all,
she would be going out to dinner after her meeting either
way. And anything was better than eating alone in a
strange city. Besides, Peggy had, she'd noticed, beautiful
emerald green eyes.

END

Behind The Curtain

by Ann Douglas

"You wanted to see me, Shelby?" Annette Delany asked as
she knocked on the opened door of the office and stuck her
head inside. "Sally's not at her desk and ....."

"Come on in and have a seat, Annette." he replied with a
quick wave of his hand as he continued his phone
conversation. "I'll be with you in a few minutes."

The 22 year old brunette stepped into the large office and
sat down in one of the two chairs in front of Shelby's
large oak desk. Carefully she adjusted the conservative
blue and white business suit she wore. She really would've
preferred to have waited in the outer office while her
boss finished up his business call but with his secretary
at lunch she had no choice but to announce herself.

Shelby Thomas was 44 and quite a good looking man. He had
brown hair and beard which coupled with the glasses he
wore always made Annette think of one of her college
professors. Still trim unlike most men his age, he was
just beginning to fall victim to the effects of a lack of
exercise. It was the price of success-too many hours spent
behind the desk.

The young woman really didn't know him too well. Aside
from her original interview and office gatherings, she had
few personal dealings with him other than staff meetings
in her short time at the firm.

Not wanting to stare, Annette instead looked out the
window, fixing her gaze on a ferry boat in the distant
harbor. The view from Shelby's office was certainly much
better than hers, not that she ever thought of her cubicle
as an office. One of the perks of success she reminded
herself. After all, this was her first job since
graduating college and she really hadn't expected to start
at the top. At least not in the first ten months at Moore
and Stanley she reminded herself.

"...and I look forward to seeing you next week." she heard
Shelby say to his associate on the phone as he brought his
conversation to a close.

Shelby took a few moments after he hung up the phone to
jot down a few notes on a pad before looking up and giving
Annette his full attention.

"I guess you're wondering what was so important that it
couldn't wait until after lunch." he said as he dropped
his pen back into the holder on the edge of his desk.

Truthfully, Annette had a really bad feeling when Sally
had called her an hour ago and said that Shelby wanted to
see her at noon. One of her best friends had just been
fired from her job a month before and her boss had done it
during the lunch hour as to have as few people around
while she cleaned out her desk as possible. She didn't
think Shelby was that kind of boss but didn't many of
these middle management types go to the same schools.

She'd wracked her brain to come up with any major error
she had made and came up empty. In fact, she thought she
was doing a really great job, a lot better than her
predecessor had-and his performance had earned him a
promotion.

"I've been going over your handling of the Peterson Foods
account." Shelby said without any preamble as he removed a
large folder from his file cabinet. "In fact, Gustav
Czerny, the general manager of Peterson called me this
morning to comment on it as well."

"Oh shit." thought Annette, "They're not happy with the
changes I made. I knew I should've played it safe and just
follow Carson's previous recommendations."

"Needless to say, Mr. Czerny was quite surprised at what
he considered such a radical change in the way we handle
his account."

"I'm going to be fired!" the brunette said to herself she
squeezed her hands together below Shelby's line of sight.

"He also remarked that if he'd ever come across such
malfeasance in his own organization, he'd have been
inclined to immediately fire the individual responsible.
After taking a more detailed look at these accounts, I had
to tell him that I agreed."

"Malfeasance?" Annette mentally repeated to herself, how
could they even accuse her of such a thing. "All she did
was correct what she had thought were sloppy errors and
poor practices."

"Needless to say, Jim Carson no longer works for this
company." she heard Shelby say.

"What?.." Annette said, confused."

"And if it wasn't for the bad publicity that would come
out of it and the fact that I think it was more
incompetence than malfeasance since he doesn't seemed to
have profited from the errors, I might've even considered
criminal charges against him."

"You fired Carson?" Annette repeated.

"I had to." he replied. "This company can't afford to lose
clients because of shoddy work. The only reason we haven't
lost the Peterson account is that Czerny is willing to
overlook Carson's poor management if we guarantee a better
handling of their affairs in the future. That plus a
certain financial adjustment that I'm sure you'll have
plenty of time to read up on later. "

Shelby paused a few moments while he dropped the file back
into his cabinet. Then with a much wider smile on his face
he stated again.

"I know you haven't been with us very long, Annette." he
began. "but if you continue to deliver work like this I
see a real future for you with our company. The most
immediate aspect of my appreciation for your work will be
seen in your check next week. It's a small increase but
one which I'm sure will be repeated on a much larger scale
before long."

"Thank you." Annette said both in relief and appreciation.

"I wish it could've been more." he said. "But as it is all
I really did was move up the raise you would've been
getting by a few months. At you're level there are limits
to what I can do in regards to salary."

"It's more than enough." Annette said. "It's enough to
know that someone notices the work you put in."

"But as far as other areas, I do have a bit more leeway."
Shelby noted. "I want you to take the rest of the day
off."

"You really don't have to..." Annette started to say.

"....In fact." Shelby cut her off. "I don't expect to see
you in this office again until Monday morning."

"But it's only Wednesday..." Annette noted.

"I'm well aware of that." he responded. "And Monday is
Monday, ... I'm well aware that you've acquired the habit
of coming in on weekends to catch up on some work. That's
commendable but not this weekend. "

Annette didn't know what to say, except thank you one
again.

"Now get out of here." Shelby said in a mock gruff voice.
"Some of us have work to do!"

Annette rose to her feet and started for the door. She was
half way there when Shelby said in a much quieter tone.

"Enjoy the weekend." he said as he looked up from his desk
and admired the feminine form that even her austere attire
couldn't conceal.

"If I was only twenty years younger and not her boss." he
thought before he caught himself.-"Hell, forget the twenty
years." he concluded as he decided to allow himself this
small indulgence. "If only I wasn't her boss."

Back at her cubicle, Annette took a half hour to finish up 
what she had been working on. It wasn't that important,
but it would've been on her mind all weekend if she
hadn't. By the time she shut down the computer on her
desk, most of the other associates were returning from
lunch.

Annette looked up from her desk to see a tall olive
skinned blonde standing over her. Yvonne's hair color was
a recent change, prior to that she'd been a brunette just
like Annette. She had to give her friend credit-she
wouldn't have had the nerve.

Yvonne was two years older than Annette and had been at
the firm that much longer. She also had been hired right
out of college. That was were the comparison had ended.
Whereas Annette was always trying to blend in and let her
work speak for her, her friend was always trying to be a
center of attention. Like right now, she wore a blue skirt
which most people would've considered too short for an
office. It was topped by a pristine white blouse which
strained against an impressive bosom.

"So what did old man Shelby want." Yvonne asked.

"You really shouldn't call him that." Annette said. "He's
really not that old."

"If he's over 30, he's old!" Yvonne replied. "So what
happened?"

Annette quickly told the story.

"So they fired Jim Carson, huh." the blonde noted.
"Couldn't have happened to a nicer prick."

"That's not very nice." Annette said, trying to show some
sympathy for the man.

"But true." she said. "I went out with him for drinks one
Friday night after work with some of the other associates.
We wound up being the last two at the bar and he started
giving me all that crap about how his wife didn't
understand him. All the while he was staring down my
blouse to get a good look at my tits. Not that they don't
deserve a good look. Then he got all pissed off when I
wouldn't give him a blow job to help ease all his pain."

"I guess he was a prick then." Annette agreed.

"I think if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of
your boyfriend here," Yvonne said as she rested her hand
on the small photograph on Annette's desk. "he'd have been
trying to get into your panties too."

"There was very little chance of that." Annette smiled.
"In fact none at all."

"Oh I know that." Yvonne laughed. "I know you have better
taste than that."

Annette smiled a grin which held a secret that Yvonne
never would've guessed.

"Speaking of good taste." Yvonne went on as she picked up
the photograph. "I don't know how you do it?"

"Do what?" Annette said as she picked up the last of her
stuff to leave.

"Stay celibate while lover-boy here is off playing
soldier." she replied.

The first picture in the double frame was indeed a
soldier-specifically a U.S. Marine. Close-cropped black
hair framed a ruggedly handsome and deeply tanned face.
The dress uniform he wore concealed an equally rugged and
handsome body. The other photo had been taken a few months
ago at the office Christmas party when he had been home on
leave and came to the celebration with Annette-much to the
envy of half the offices female population.

"Well, I do keep busy." Annette quipped. "And Danny does
write every week."

"Girl, a letter isn't going to keep you warm at night."
Yvonne said as she replaced the photos. "I would think you
were at least burning out the batteries when you read
them."

"That, I'm not going to comment on." Annette laughed.

"I know if he was my guy, I'd have taken him to bed and
fucked him till he couldn't walk. That'd be the end of
that soldier crap."

"He's a Marine, not a soldier." Annette corrected.
"They're a little particular about that point."

"Whatever..." Yvonne said. "The point is that he's half
way around the world in Korea. You don't really think that
he's suffering from a terminal case of blue balls do you.
Or that he's faithfully jerking off every night into a
tissue while thinking of you. My brother was in Korea
while in the Air Force, there are plenty of "mama-sans" to
take care of a lonely soldier .. OK Marine.. far way from
home."

"We have an understanding. I told you that." Annette
concluded as she noticed that more people were back at
their desks and she no longer wanted to continue this
conversation.

"If you'd take my advice." Yvonne said, having to get in
the last word. "You'd go out and have some fun over your
days off. Go find yourself someone nice and more
importantly ... available. It wouldn't hurt you to get
laid more than once or twice a year."

As she watched Yvonne head back to her own desk, her ass
swaying much to the delight of her male co-workers,
Annette's face again filled with that 'I've got a secret
smile.'

"I wonder what you would think?" she thought as her eyes
followed Yvonne down the aisle. "If you knew that if I
woke up with a warm body next to me tomorrow morning, I
rather it be yours than Danny's."

Annette let the thought of Yvonne's naked body pressed
next to hers rest in her mind for a few more moments,
enjoying the imagery. She knew that the tall blonde was
somewhat of a sexual adventurer-if all of the stories she
had shared where to be believed. Maybe someday the younger
woman would have to nerve to see how much of an adventurer
she really was.

With that she grabbed her purse and was gone as well.

An hour later after a not so quick subway ride , Annette
was home at the Soho apartment she shared with a roommate.
It was only three in the afternoon and Michelle wouldn't
be home until six. Then she would be gone by seven, off to
her part time night job. If nothing else, Annette would
have the apartment to herself tonight. But to do what?

One of the reasons Annette had been spending so many hours
at work lately was that she had broken up with her last
steady lover four months ago. Not that it had been much of
a relationship, but still it had been something. In fact,
the relationship had set a new record for longevity-three
months.

In the end it had come down to one big incompatibility.
Vanessa was out of the closet, living her life openly as a
lesbian. Annette, on the other hand, still lived a life of
secrets-hiding behind a false identity as it were. She had
told Vanessa that it was because of her job that she
couldn't come out.

It was one thing, she repeatedly had said, to be an open
lesbian when you worked in the entertainment industry as
Vanessa did. It was another when you worked for an old-
fashion, establishment banking firm; and you had only been
there less than a year. Maybe when she was more
established things would change. She didn't want to have
to start looking for a new job in a small tight knit
community carrying the label that she was 'that dyke bitch
that Moore and Stanley fired'. Oh they couldn't fire her
for that of course, not in this age of political
awareness. But they could make you miserable enough that
you eventually gave them a reason to fire you.

To all of this line of reasoning, Vanessa had simply
replied that it was so much bullshit. All Annette lacked
was the guts to stand up and be counted for what she was.
Deep down, Annette had to admit to herself that Vanessa
had been at least partly right.

So for what ever reasons she used to justify it, Annette
had created a false identity to carry around like so much
excess baggage. Right down to a conveniently absent
boyfriend which took care of any questions as to why she
didn't date any of the guys she met.

Technically, Danny Ryan was both a boy and a friend-one of
the best friends she'd ever had. He just wasn't the
boyfriend most people took him for. Their friendship went
back to grammar school and was based on a lot firmer
foundation than sex. Not that sex didn't enter into in, at
least on one occasion.

Like thousands of other girls, Annette had lost her
virginity on prom night. Like so many of her
contemporaries, she had found it a somewhat disappointing
experience. Taking the adage that you can't make a
judgment based on only one taste, she'd gone to bed with
another young man with equally discouraging results.

Finally, she concluded that perhaps it was the emotional
aspect that was missing. With that in mind she'd taken her
best friend in all the world to her bed. It had, she was
quite willing to admit, clearly been the most physically
satisfying of the three encounters, resulting in her first
orgasm during sex. Yet as physically fun as it had been,
it had also been as hollow as all the previous attempts.

Six months later, after a few beers in her for courage,
Annette had given in to a yearning that she had kept
secret since she'd first became aware of it shortly after
her 16th birthday. The next morning when she'd woken up in
the bed of another woman, she'd found what she'd been
searching for. Strangely enough, the song on the clock
radio that woke her up that morning had been 'Looking for
love in all the wrong places'. Quite appropriate she later
thought.

Despite a few affairs she had during her remaining years
in college, Annette never found the courage to 'stand up
and be counted' as Vanessa always called it. In fact,
except for the other women involved, the only person she
told was Danny. It was a testament to their friendship
that he'd told her that no matter what, he'd always be her
friend. The idea that she could use him as an absentee
boyfriend had been his.

So here she was, a four day weekend in front of her and
absolutely nothing to do. Perhaps she should take Yvonne's
advice and go out and find someone. Maybe not the someone
that Yvonne intended but someone nevertheless. The more
she thought about it, the more it seemed a good idea.

"Maybe I do just need to get laid." she said out loud,
laughing that she was starting to sound like Yvonne.

Annette spent a few hours running errands in the
neighborhood before again returning to the apartment to
make dinner for Michelle and herself. Sure enough, just as
the clock was striking six, Michelle came prancing through
the door.

"Honey, I'm home!" she announced as she dropped her
knapsack onto the couch.

Her announcement was a little joke that both she and
Annette shared. Though both were lesbians, they didn't
have a sexual relationships. It just worked out better for
both of them to have a roommate that they didn't have any
secrets from. Annette had a 'straight' roommate back in
college, one of her best friends as a matter of fact and
it caused all sort of problems. She'd lost track of all
the times Karen Robinson had tried to fix her up. It had
also precluded her bringing home any of her dates. One
thing both she and Michelle had in common was that they
both were at a point in their lives that they weren't
looking for a long term relationship anyway. Both were too
young to settle down and it was a big world out there.
They once discussed sharing each others bed for a night,
just to see what it might be like. But after a little
heavy petting on the couch, they decided that each of them
would rather have the other as a friend. If they were
lovers it would only complicate their extracurricular
activities.

"Welcome home, Dear." Annette said as she walked out of
the small kitchen, dinner in hand. "And how was your day?"

"Oh, just about the same." Michelle said as she took a
sniff of the pleasing aroma of the dishes Annette was
carrying. "Hmm, that smells wonderful. Some special
occasion?"

Annette quickly gave an abbreviated version of her own day
as they sat down at the table in the common room. Michelle
said she was happy for her friend.

"So what are you planning to do with your sudden
vacation?" Michelle asked as she finished off the last of
her meal.

"Well the idea of hopping on a plane and shooting off to
Los Angeles suggested itself. But then reality set in and
put a kibosh on that idea. I guess maybe I'll just go out
tonight." Annette said as she sipped at her drink. "See
what happens."

"Great." Michelle beamed. "Where are you planning to go?"

"I thought maybe I'd go up to Scarlett's Rose." Annette
answered.

"It's too bad I have to work. I haven't been there in
weeks. I'd love to go with you." Michelle said as she
pulled off her blouse to put on the uniform she wore at
the local restaurant where she worked nights.

"You could always call in sick." Annette suggested as she
look a longing look at Michelle's bra-enclosed mounds.
There were times she regretted their decision not to be
lovers.

"I'd love to, but if you want to see my half of next
month's rent, I really need this job." the long haired
blond said as she buttoned her blouse.

"Maybe next time then." Annette said as she carried the
now empty and dirty dishes into the small kitchen.

"Well I'd better run." Michelle said as she picked up her
knapsack.

"You be careful." Annette said as she came back into the
room. "May sure you take a cab home, no more walking home
in the middle of the night. If you need it, I'll pay for
it."

"Yes mother." Michelle chuckled. "I've saved up my
allowance and I will be careful."

Annette just gave her a disapproving look. Despite being
almost a year younger than Michelle, Annette did sometimes
feel like her mother.

"Now give me a kiss and I'll be on my way." Michelle said
as she pressed her lips against Annette's.

The kiss was brief, almost platonic, just as Annette had
expected. The second kiss wasn't and took her by surprise.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt Michelle's tongue side
between her lips.

"That's just to warm you up." Michelle said as she
disappeared out the door. "Now go out and have some fun.
And if you bring anyone home, be sure to leave the table
lamp in the hall on so I don't walk in on the two of you.
It's been so long you probably forgot about that."

"I haven't forgotten." Annette said quietly as she closed
the door behind Michelle and locked it.

Cleaning up after dinner only took a few minutes and
Annette decided to take a shower before going out. Feeling
the need for something special to wear when she was done,
she began going through her lingerie draw.

She quickly found what she was looking for-a pair of sheer
black lace panties and a matching bra. They were still in
the original wrappings. She had bought them to wear for
Vanessa but never got the chance.

Underneath the plastic package was another plastic bag
containing a bright red kerchief. Annette took out the
scarf and lifted it to her face. Sealed in the zip lock
bag, it still held a trace of perfume.

"Vanessa." she said out loud as the fragrant aroma filled
her nostrils.

Visions of the last time Vanessa and her had made love
filled her head. It was as clear as if it had been last
night.

"Come on baby," Vanessa said as she rubbed her bare, dark
breasts against the back of the light skinned girl beneath
her. "When are you going to take me home to meet your Mom
and Dad?"

"We've been through this all before." the scantily clad
Annette replied. "It's not that simple."

"Oh don't tell me that." Vanessa argued. "You just take me
home and say, "Hi Mom and Dad, I'd like you to meet my
lover."

"After which I'd be calling 911 for the heart attack my
mother would then be having." Annette said as she rolled
out and from under the larger girl.

"Maybe you're just underestimating their tolerance?"
Vanessa said as she sat up and ran her hand through her
long shoulder length black hair. "Besides, since I'm a
Nurse, I can always administer CPR."

"I don't think so." the brunette said as she reached for
the lamp on the night table.

In truth, she wasn't sure which would be the greater shock
to her parents. That her current lover was a woman ... or
that she was as black as the night.

"Leave the light on." Vanessa said as her hand closed on
Annette's. "I want to watch you make love."

"All right." the younger girl replied. "If it makes you
happy."

Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa, anxious to put
the subject of her 'coming out' behind them. She cared
more for her lover than she liked to admit. She knew she
wasn't ready for a monogamous relationship and Vanessa
hadn't asked for one. But she knew she would miss her if
she left.

A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as she cupped
both of Vanessa's large breasts. The young woman knew that
in the eyes of some of her more feminist and politically
correct friends, her passion for women who had large
breasts was somewhat improper. Her attitude to them was
'screw them', it wasn't any of their business who she took
to bed. It was a pity she didn't have that strength of
will when dealing with her parents and her straight
friends.

Her finger played with Vanessa's erect nipples, enjoying
their hardness. One at a time she lifted the heavy orbs to
her mouth and sucked on them.

"Oh I love it so much when you do that." Vanessa purred,
replacing Annette's hands with her own.

Vanessa's nipples, like her breasts as a whole, were
nearly twice the size of Annette's. The brunette so loved
the feel of them in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around
the stubs, covering them with her wetness. Then she would
slide them into her mouth once more. Each time was like
the first, exciting and intoxicating.

"You are magical, Vanessa," Annette said in a sweet, sexy
voice as she squeezed the dark breast.

"Magical?"

"Yes, magical. I've never wanted to make love to someone
as much as I want to you right now."

Vanessa lifted Annette's face away from her breasts and
once more kissed her softy on the lips. Then the kiss
became harder and more passionate. Annette put her arms
tight around Vanessa's body as the two opened their mouths
and let their tongues run from mouth to mouth. Back and
forth in feverish and anxious lesbian desire.

Annette felt Vanessa's magic move into her body. She gave
up her body to her lover, offering it as a sacrifice to
lust. She wanted only to please Vanessa and in turn to be
pleased by her. She hoped that if she could only make this
moment last forever, all of their differences would
disappear.

Vanessa took her lips from the younger woman's mouth and
kissed her soft skin, licking her face with her tongue.

"Oh, Vanessa," Annette moaned.

Annette was wearing a light nightgown that hung from her
body by a pair of shoulder straps made of light, flimsy
material. Vanessa brushed those straps from her shoulders
and let the nightgown move down Annette's soft, young
skin. Her firm, rounded breasts with the pink nipples were
soon exposed to the black girl's passionate eyes.

Annette's mounds were small but just as full and sweet as
Vanessa's. Vanessa ran her lips down them slowly, letting
her love wait a bit before she got to the little pink
nipples that were already beginning to turn bumpy and hard
with excitement.

Finally, Vanessa kissed one of those nipples. Annette
sighed and lifted it up with her hands so that the black
woman could more easily suck on the pinkness that was
there, waiting for her lips.

Vanessa stuck out her tongue and ran it around the
pinkness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that pink
circle and closed them tightly around the good spot and
began to suck with ecstasy and excitement.

Vanessa had made love to many women before, but had never
made love to a girl who seemed to want it as badly as
Annette did. Vanessa sensed as she sucked the nipple that
Annette was trying to turn this little late evening love
feast into something special-something that she could
forever cherish. If so, Vanessa was more than happy to
help.

Gently, Annette pushed Vanessa back and the black woman
let the nipple escape from her lips as she moved back.
Annette put her hands on Vanessa's shoulders and brought
the sexy, black woman forward for one more kiss.

This kiss wasn't soft. It was hard and filled with
passion-passion that came from both mouths, from both
souls. As they kissed, Vanessa cupped Annette's bare
breasts in her hands and felt them as they heaved with her
lust.

Now it was Annette's turn to return to those black
fountains of delight. Before becoming Vanessa's lover,
Annette had never really been attracted to black women.
Now she found the deep darkness of her skin an
aphrodisiac.

Annette took her time and waited for a few seconds before
she finally kissed one of the ebony nipples that stood
there, beckoning her like a searchlight in the fog. Now
she ran her tongue around the nipple and closed her lips
around it, kissing it and sucking on it with pleasure and
desire.

And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too. As her younger
lover sucked on her nipple, she ran her hands through the
girl's long hair and moved them down Annette's bare back,
letting her fingers run lightly over the girl's tingling
spine and feeling that same tingle invade her own body.

Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away and stop the
sucking of her orbs. Annette gave into her willingly,
knowing that the pleasure had just begun.

Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved her white
panties down her firm, black legs. Moving them slowly as
to tease her lover who she knew was so anxious to see her
black bush.

But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few seconds saw
her mound, that beautiful tightly cropped hair, and that
little slit that was between Vanessa's legs. She licked
her lips in anticipation, bringing a smile once more to
Vanessa. Annette couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness
of her cunt.

Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke softly but
cheerfully to her love.

"Now you." she said.

Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall off her body
to the floor. Her legs were firm too, and tanned by the
summer sun. She was still wearing a pair of little, pink
bunny panties that came with the nightgown. She turned for
a moment and wiggled her ass at Vanessa. Vanessa giggled
at the sight and Annette looked over her bare shoulder and
giggled too as she slipped the panties down her legs. Her
back was still turned to Vanessa and the first thing that
the black woman saw was the crack in her little lover's
ass. That round little ass looked so juicy, like freshly
baked bread. .

Annette stepped out of the panties and threw them back
over her shoulder at Vanessa. The dark woman caught them
and held them to her nose, smelling the sweet cunt wetness
that was there, an aroma she knew so well.

Annette turned and spread her legs triumphantly, moving
her white, trembling hands down the length of her sexy
body. She moved two fingers into the folds of her cunt and
moaned as she felt the heavy wetness there.

Vanessa watched her lover and as she watched leaned back
on the bed and spread her own black legs, moving her own
red tipped fingers into her dark hole. Matching Annette's
motions, she soon matched her moans.

They went on for a few moments, both happy with their own
mastubatory revels to passion. Both grew even more excited
because they knew that they were together in this lust, 
this finger-fucking fun.

Then, cued as if by some unseen director, both girls
pulled their fingers from their now soaking cunts. They
looked at each other and grinned. Annette stepped forward,
moving toward the bed and the lover she had wanted for so
long. Vanessa kept her legs spread, welcoming the white
girl into her body.

Annette put her arms out in front of her and fell into the
bed, catching herself on her hands and hanging there over
Vanessa's black and sexy body. Annette's tits hung down
low and rubbed against Vanessa's darker breasts. Vanessa
cupped those tits in her hands and pushed them up so she
could bury her face in the softness that was Annette's
full breasts.

Then the white girl eased herself onto the black woman's
body and Vanessa lifted her legs high, keeping them open.
She wrapped her legs around Annette's back and held the
girl firmly in her grasp. The two women started to hump
each other, to feel their clits hardening and battling
each other in a pleasurable way. As they moved together,
Annette lay her head next to Vanessa's and her hair fell
across the black woman's face. Vanessa smelled that hair
and loved it, it was fresh like the morning.

They started to sweat as they hunched each other so
furiously and they started to moan too, feeling their
pussies get wetter and wetter with the fever of the
moment. They were both flooded with the fires of lesbian
desire. Annette put her arms around her lover's neck and
kissed the side of Vanessa's face, blowing in her ear. She
ran her tongue into that ear, letting it follow the little
swirls there.

Then with Annette tight between her legs, Vanessa began to
turn her body, moving slowly until she was on top. When
she was, she loosened her hold on Annette's waist and the
smaller girl lifted her legs and put them around Vanessa's
firm body. The humping then continued with the sound of
wet cunts beating each other with joy, and the sounds of
moaning and pleasant whimpering.

The two women moved with each other, playing with each
other's bodies, running their hands over black and white
skin. Vanessa linked her passion with the sight of
Annette's sweating body that was churning under hers with
so much anxious love.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart
and Vanessa rolled off Annette's heaving body. They moved
on the bed, to the center and lay next to each other,
kissing and touching each other's bodies.

It was Vanessa who had the next lusty thought. She started
to work her way down Annette's body, kissing it and
licking the perspiration that was there, knowing that it
was her perspiration too as their bodies had become one.
She sucked on the small pink nipples for a few seconds,
then she licked and kissed her way across her stomach.

Her ebony lover paused again to run her tongue into
Annette's little navel, she put her finger in another
special place, moving it easily into Annette's cunt.

Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the soft pink pussy,
moving the finger around and around. Feeling both
Annette's dampness and her heat, Vanessa began to move it
quickly, like a cock, fucking Annette in a wonderful way.
Then Vanessa took her tongue from Annette's navel and ran
it through the light hair above the girls pussy, licking
that hair and blowing on it. Making it damp and cool, even
though the girl's pussy was hot and ready to explode with
passion.

When Vanessa was ready, she moved quickly on the bed,
putting her face between Annette's legs as she stretched
those legs out and held them out with her hands. Then she
moved her nimble tongue across the folds of her pussy. She
felt Annette shiver with delight and lust.

"Yes, Vanessa, eat me," Annette moaned. "Lick my pussy."

Annette reached down with her own hands and spread the
pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Vanessa dived in.
She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue
quickly and deeply into Annette. Then she brought the
tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through
Annette's shaking body.

Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's clit, striking it
with a feverish feeling that made Annette feverish too.
Feverish with desire for more from this woman's tongue.
And Vanessa was willing to give more, for she knew that
Annette would soon be between her own legs, returning the
favor with her own soft tongue.

Vanessa took the hardening clit between her lips and
sucked on it. She sucked and chewed and bit on the piece
of flesh and felt Annette's body respond to each touch.
She knew she was driving her lover insane with orgasmic
feelings. Looking up she studied Annette as she sucked.
Annette was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing
her head back and forth on the bed.

Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with sighs and
squeals. As she came Annette took her hands off her tits
and put them on the back of Vanessa's head, pressing her
head deep into her pussy, telling her dark skinned lover
not to stop until she had come with all her fury.

And then it was over. Annette relaxed and lay on the bed
in a twilight state of dreamy fulfillment. Vanessa lifted
her lips from the clit and licked her lips, savoring one
last time the sweetness of her new lover.

She smiled up at her lover. Annette opened up her eyes and
smiled down at Vanessa.

"Now you," she said in a whisper of love. "Now I want to
eat you."

"Yes...." Vanessa purred. "I want you to do that"

Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe panther.
Lying beside her young lover, she took Annette in her arms
and kissed her again. Their mouths opened and their
tongues ran together. Annette could taste the sweetness of
her own nectar within her lover's mouth. For long minutes
they kissed lazily, savoring each other.

Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into fire again when
Annette began to eat her pussy. And Annette couldn't wait.

Annette kissed her ebony love one last time before
starting her journey down towards Vanessa's chocolate
valley.

"I love you...." Annette said as she paused on her
downward journey. "I just want you to know that. I don't
know how I can ever repay what you've given me."

"There's an easy way you can thank me." Vanessa replied.

Annette looked puzzled for a moment.

The older woman spread her legs wide and pointed to her
open pussy and giggled.

Annette had to giggle too. She had almost forgotten.

"I will thank you in that special way," She assured 
Vanessa, " and I will make it very special for you"

"I'm sure you will."

Then Annette began to move down Vanessa's hard, dark body,
kissing and licking her breasts, smelling the oily
freshness of her skin. Following Vanessa's example she
tongued out the little black navel. She moved her finger
into Vanessa's other hole that was so sweet, so wet and so
inviting.

The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment almost made
her pass out with joy. Annette spread the dark lips apart
and moved her tongue into the deep cavern. The warmth of
her mouth filled its hollow.

She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers running through
her long hair. She was in heaven. No matter what came in
the future, this would always be a moment she would look
back upon with delight.

Two days later they'd had their final fight and she was
gone from Annette's life.

"Can't live in the past." Annette thought as she dropped
the scarf back into it's bag. "As much as I'd sometimes
like to."

Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into the
wastepaper basket near the dresser. A common friend had
told her that Vanessa already had a new lover-one who was
much more open about her sexual identity. If nothing else,
she missed the hot nights the two of them shared.

Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was about to start the
water running for her shower and then paused. It was only
seven-thirty, much too early to rush out the door. A bath
would feel better than a shower. She had plenty of time,
after all, Scarlett's didn't even open until nine.

Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub that was
one of the things she loved about this old apartment. The
heat of the water felt good as it penetrated her body. The
tub was wide and long enough that she could stretch her
whole body out.

After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette began to wash
with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good
as it splashed across Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy
fingers across her large mounds, playing with her nipples.
As always, it felt good.

Annette slid the bar of soap down between her legs and
began rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float
free, she slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft
moan as she did. A second finger followed, and then a
third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in and out.
While the warm water and her fingers caressed her love
canal, her thumb played against her clit.

The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes, letting
herself drift in her thoughts. It wasn't long before
Annette's body began to tremble with the approach of an
orgasm. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs and arms
grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and
down her naked form.

For long moments she just drifted there, even after her
bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds
of her heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it
bounced off her. Those first moments after an orgasm were
meant to be relished.

Eventually, the water began to cool and Annette lifted
herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and
out of the old tub and onto the tiled floor. She retrieved
a large bath towel from hook on the door and began to dry
herself.

Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her
nipples. Annette stopped for a moment and took a long look
at herself in the bathroom's full length mirror and took
stock.

At 22, she was just entering her best years and she was
determined not to waste them. Her breasts were a firm 36C,
topped with bright pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and
lean, the result of a constant attention to her diet and
exercise. 5'7" and 130 lbs, her long dark hair reached
just below her shoulders. She ran her hands down across
her naked body, enjoying the touch of her own hand. As her
fingers brushed against her tightly trimmed bush, she
gently slipped a single finger within herself, enjoying
the memory of only a few minutes before.

"Ooooo." she murmured to herself. "I do need to get laid."

After she finished drying herself off, The brunette open
the sealed bag and dressed herself in the panties and bra.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled at the
reflection.

"It was your loss, Vanessa." she laughed.

Annette took another ten minutes sorting through her
closet, trying to find exactly the right look to go with
her mood. Finally, after trying on three other outfits,
she was satisfied with the look of the woman who smiled
back at her in the full sized mirror.

The outfit was simple but it made a statement. Slightly
faded but comfortable jeans and a wide black leather belt,
both topped by a form fitting black T-shirt. The flimsy
bra she wore was almost invisible underneath it. She wore
only the slightest trace of make-up, preferring to go with
the natural look. The only jewelry she added was a pair of
small silver hoop earrings and a matching silver bracelet
on her right hand. A pair of equally comfortable but
ridiculously expensive sneakers covered her feet. Finally,
the last item of her ensemble was a black leather jacket
that had once belonged to her brother but had long since
been outgrown.

"Well I don't know about anyone else." she laughingly said
to her reflection. "But I'd sure as hell want to go to bed
with you."

Her little joke was abruptly cut off in mid-laugh as the
phone rang. She hesitated a moment, thinking she should
let the machine pick it up. Then she remembered that the
tape had broken and she was supposed to pick up a new one
on the way home tonight. In the excitement of getting off
early she had forgotten all about it.

"Hello." she said as she picked up the receiver.

"Hi sweetheart." replied a strong male voice.

"Dad..?" she answered, somewhat surprised to find his
voice on the other end of the line. "Is anything wrong?"
she quickly added.

"No honey, nothing's wrong." he said reassuringly. "Can't
I call my favorite daughter just to say hi?"

"Of course you can." Annette replied as she thought that
her older brother must've been out if Dad was calling her.

They had a few minutes of casual chatting, before her
father came to the point of his call.

"Your mother's gone out with one of her girlfriends and I
was wondering if you'd like to come on over and watch a
little TV with your old Dad."

"Gee Dad, normally I'd love to." she said in her most
dutiful tone. "But I was just on my way out and ..."

"A date...?" John Delany interrupted."

"Well not exactly." Annette said. "But I'm sure there will
be a lot of interesting people there. You never know ..."

"Well in that case, let me let you go." he said, his voice
a mixture of both hope and disappointment.

"Bye Dad, I'll call you over the weekend." she said before
she hung up the phone.

"One of these days I'm really going to have to tell them."
Annette thought as she looked down at the phone. "Yeah,
one of these days..."

Scarlett's Rose was located up on the upper east side.
Ironically enough, the cabaret was only five blocks away
from the apartment building where Annette had grown up and
her parents still lived. During the day, the nondescript
front of the nightclub attracted little attention. It was
only after dark that the doors opened and it resounded
with the sounds of entertainment. By that time, all of the
other businesses on the block were long closed.

Annette had been a frequent visitor over the last few
months. Ironically enough, it had been Vanessa who had
told her about the club. Actually, she had told her about
the existence of the New York club after she had mentioned
that back in California, where she had gone to college,
she had found a really great place to meet people or just
hang out-it was also called Scarlett's Rose.

After a little investigation, they'd learned that there
were over twenty other Scarlett's spread over the United
States and Canada. She found that somewhat humorous, a
franchise chain of lesbian social clubs. Still, they had
been the best nightspots she'd ever been in.

A wide smile came to her lips as she remembered how she
and her college roommate Karen had stumbled onto the club
one night while they were looking for another club in the
same area. The place seemed pretty popular so they gave up
their search and decided to stop for a drink and check the
place out. They had just ordered drinks when Karen finally
noticed that there wasn't a guy in the place. Even the
four bartenders were women.

Annette had noticed that fact immediately but didn't
mention it. She was curious to see Karen's reaction.
Curious and maybe a little hopeful that she might be a
little receptive to the environment.

"Oh shit." Karen whispered to Annette as she leaned close
to her ear. "This is a dyke bar. Look at all those lezzies
on the dance floor."

A small look of disappointment had flashed across the
brunette's face as she heard her friend use that
derogatory term. She'd lost track of the number of times
she'd come home and found the door locked because Karen
was screwing the brains out of some jock or another. It
was no secret that she was heavily into guys but until
this moment, Annette had hoped that her childhood friend 
might be open to other avenues as well.

"So what." Annette replied in a neutral tone. "It might be
kind of interesting to hang around and take a look. Isn't
that what college is supposed to be all about, opening
your mind to new experiences."

"Not this experience." Karen said quickly as she paid for
her drink and then began to step away from the bar,
leaving the drink untouched.

She got a few steps, then realized that Annette was still
at the bar.

"You're not thinking of staying here, are you?" she asked.

"No, I guess not." Annette had said as she looked around
at all the women standing at the bar. "But I'll definitely
be back." she silently promised herself.

During the remainder of their senior year, Annette managed
to visited the club at least two or three times a month.
Needless to say, she never mentioned it to Karen.

If anything, the Scarlett's Rose in New York was even
bigger and more opulent than the one Annette had visited
while in school. They were both decorated in a turn of the
century motif but the Manhattan club was almost twice the
size. One common denominator, aside from the name was a
large oil painting hanging in a place of honor.

The portrait was that of a young woman in her mid-
twenties. She had long flaming red hair that stretched
down to her waist which was the first thing you noticed.
It framed a creamy white complexion that in turn was set
off by dazzling emerald eyes. She wore a gown that was low
cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white
as her face. On the bottom of the frame was a small,
highly polished plaque that read-Scarlett McMurphy - 1949.

On her first visit here, Annette had asked about the
painting. One of the bartenders had told her that it was a
portrait of the woman that had originated the string of
clubs for women. Taking a longer look at her beautiful
face, Annette regretted for a moment that she hadn't been
born a half century earlier.

Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the bar and
looked around. There were only a few dozen patrons, the
club had only opened a half hour before. The dance floor
and the second half of the club wouldn't even open for
another hour. She didn't see anyone she knew, taking that
as both a plus and a minus.

It was always hard meeting someone new. She always felt a
little awkward during those first chats as they sort of
danced around various subjects and felt each other out.
Yet, there was always the chance of running into someone
who really hadn't worked out. That had happened to Annette
a few times as well. Octavia immediately came to mind.

She had met the 27 year old at the club's Halloween party
last October. Annette had come as a female pirate, her
unrestrained breasts practically falling out of the loose
blouse she had worn. It had taken quite a lot of liquid
courage and encouragements from Michelle to get her to go
out like that. One look at Octavia had made her throw all
caution to the wind.

She had long straight black hair that stretched down to
her waist, with pale white skin that made it even more
vibrant. Bright blue eyes and even brighter red lips
completed the image. The tight fitting dress she wore,
barely containing two mammoth globes, made her look like
an erotic cross between Morticia Addams and Elvira. It was
lust at first sight and they had met the dawn together.
The attraction faded however when she met her for lunch a
few days later and found that Octavia dressed like that
all year round. All she ever wore was black. It was a
little too strange for Annette.

Then there had been Anna, a married woman she had met one
night. They'd had a brief encounter that only lasted a few
hours in a nearby hotel. Annette remembered she had the
most beautiful nipples and such caring brown eyes.
Unfortunately she had been in New York only for a few days
on a trip and she had never seen her again.

The image of Anna kneeing topless over her own naked form
suddenly vanished from Annette's mind as her wandering
gaze abruptly stopped at a young woman sitting at a small
table across the room.

"Annette, this could be your lucky night." she said to
herself as she picked up her drink and left the bar.

Carefully she navigated the room, which was already much
more crowded than when she had first arrived. She tried to
keep one eye on the woman's table, to make sure that she
really was alone. In no time at all, she was standing
beside it.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" she said, already moving into
the empty seat before the other woman could answer.

"I guess not." she replied, slightly miffed at the fait
accompli.

"Annette Delany." the brunette said with a smile.

" Antoinette Martinez." she replied without returning the
smile.

Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle
30's. About 5'9", she had a dark olive complexion and
weighed about 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 when she wanted
it too.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Annette asked.

"I'm still working on this one." the darker skinned woman
replied as she lifted her nearly full glass to illustrate.

"Oh." Annette said discouraged as the meaning of her words
became apparent. "I guess this was a mistake."

Antoinette finally smiled. An action that caused Annette
heart to slightly flutter.

"Another night it might not have been." she said warmly.
"I think you're pretty cute actually. But tonight I'm
looking for someone ... a little older."

"Oh, I see." the younger woman said, a little
disappointed.

"Actually, I was a little surprised when you came over."
Antoinette continued. "I figured you were looking for the
same thing. It is after all Wednesday night."

Now Annette looked confused. She had never been to
Scarlett's on a weeknight. Did Wednesday have any special
significance?

"I guess you weren't aware that on Wednesday nights, the
crowd in here tends to be somewhat older than during the
rest of the week. Just like on Mondays it's much more
butch."

"Is there any other night I should know about?" Annette
asked, feeling just a little bit embarrassed.

"Well, unless you get into a little bondage now and then,
I'd avoid Thursdays if I was you." the older woman
offered.

"Do you come here on Thursdays?" Annette found herself
asking.

"I have, when the mood strikes." she grinned in reply.

"Well, this has definitely been very informative." Annette
said as she got up to leave. "And I apologize for my
error."

"No apology needed." Antoinette said, this time her smile
was genuine. "Like I said, another night and it might be a
little different. And by the way, my friends call me
Toni."

"Well it was nice meeting you Toni." Annette smiled back
as she stepped away.

Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman's 38 inch bust
straining against the simple denim shirt she was wearing,
Annette wondered what it might be like to stop by on a
Thursday night and meet Toni again.

Taking a seat again at the bar, Annette again surveyed the
women around her and this time noted that yes, they were
an older crowd. Funny that she hadn't noticed that before.
Not that she had anything against older woman. While not
her first preference, she'd had a very brief fling with
her history professor back in college and she had been in
her mid-fifties. Like many other things during that time,
it had been a very educational experience.

An hour went by and Annette had a few more drinks before
switching to mineral water. She knew her limits on
alcohol. She'd chatted with a few more woman but failed to
make a connection with any of them. She was just about
resigned to calling the night a failure and call for a cab
when she heard a voice call her name.

"Annette, darling." the high pitched voice practically
screamed, even though it's owner was only a few feet away.
"How wonderful to run into you."

"Oh shit." Annette muttered under her breath. "This is got
to be the perfect end to a really fucked up evening.

Even so, she put on her best face as she turned around to
face the woman who had called her name. She was taller
than Annette, with longer jet black hair that ran just
below her shoulders. About ten years older, she was
wearing a light yellow jacket and black slacks. Visible
beneath the jacket was a black lace bra in lieu of a
blouse. It was very similar to the one Annette herself was
wearing, the only difference being that it was several
sizes smaller.

"Hello Francine." Annette said, wishing she had left ten
minutes ago.

Annette hid her discomfort as Francine made kissing noises
against each of her cheeks. Mentally she quickly rehearsed
her next lines, that she was happy to see her but that she
had caught her on the way out. Tomorrow was a work day
after all and she had to get in early for a meeting.

Francine never gave her a chance as she immediately began
chatting away at a mile a minute. All in that nasal tone
that Annette found so irritating. Well it was something
she'd brought upon herself, Annette told herself. She'd
just have to bear it for a little while.

Francine was a former hairdresser from Queens who now
worked as some sort of Nanny for some theater big shot.
Annette didn't remember too much of the story she'd told
her because the younger woman was oh so very drunk at the
time. It was the weekend after she and Vanessa broke up.
Michelle was out of town and she had come up to Scarlett's
in search of some companionship.

A long time ago, long before she came to grips with her
sexuality, a friend of hers had told her a few rather
crude lesbian jokes. One of them had stuck in her mind and
ever since that night with Francine had become a watch-
phrase she never forgot. That joke had been a question -
what was the lesbian mating call? The answer had been-"I'm
so drunk!".

Of course that would apply to anyone, straight or gay, but
there was no other explanation she could offer as to how
she woke up in Francine's bed the next morning.
Personality wise they were poles apart. If had been her
fault, not Francine's. As such, she couldn't bring herself
to just brush off her obvious attempts at a second
encounter. She could only hope she would tire of trying.

Looking over Francine's shoulder, Annette spotted Toni
sitting at a table with an older redhead. She couldn't see
the woman's face clearly but she looked to be in her mid
forties. Also from what she could see of her outline to
see that she was even more endowed that the Hispanic
woman.

"At least one of us is scoring tonight." she mused as she
agreed with some nonsense that Francine had just said.

Her supposition of her new friends success was in error as
a few moments later she saw her get up and leave the
table. Curious, she watched the woman she'd left behind as
she finished her drink. Finally, she got up to leave and
turned that for the first time, Annette could see her
face. When she did, she almost dropped her own drink in
shock.

"Omigod!" she blurted out, cutting off Francine in mid-
word.

"What...?" a startled Francine said.

"I have to go." Annette said as she dropped the half
filled glass on the bar, her words rapid in their
delivery. "Give me a call and we'll get together.'' she
muttered to Francine.

Before the yellow and black clad woman could say that she
didn't have Annette's number, the brunette was already
lost in the crowd, making her way to the door in pursuit
of the woman who had just exited.

Annette burst out onto the street at a full run.
Unfortunately, the object of her chase hadn't gone far. In
fact, she had only gone a few feet outside the door when
she had stopped to get something out of her purse. As a
result, the collision was inevitable.

"I'm so sorry." Annette said almost automatically as she
lifted herself off the hard concrete ground. "I guess I
should've been more careful and look ..."

Annette stopped in mid-breath when she saw that the woman
she had so spectacularly crashed into had been the object
of her chase. At a distance of only a few feet, the face
she had thought she recognized from across the crowded
room was unmistakable. A lump filled her throat as she
managed to barely speak.

"Mrs. ....Mrs. Robinson." she finally managed to finally
say.

"Oh my." Mrs. Robinson said, much more composed than
Annette had been. "Annette dear, how nice to see you
again. Although I'm sure each of us is a little surprised
to see the other here."

"Surprised." Annette mentally repeated. "Surprised doesn't
even begin to cover it."

If she had to pick the last five people she would've ever
expected to run into at a lesbian bar, Sharon Robinson
would have been the second or third name on the list. Her
mother would've occupied the first position of course.

In no particular order, Sharon Robinson was the mother of
her oldest friend, her own mother's best friend, and the
woman who was more of an Aunt to her growing up than any
of her mother or father's sisters.

"I guess we should have a little talk." Sharon said as she
picked up the purse she had dropped when Annette ran into
her. "There's a rather nice coffee shop about two blocks
from here. I'm sure it will be much quieter and private."

Still unable to form coherent sentences, Annette merely
nodded her agreement. By the time they were sitting in an
isolated booth in the back of the coffee shop five minutes
later, she had again found her voice.

"I'll just have coffee, black." Sharon said to the pretty
blond-haired waitress who had walked back to get their
order.

"Tea, milk and sugar." Annette said a moment later.

Sharon waited a few moments until the waitress was out of
earshot and then broke the silence they had shared since
their collision in front of the club.

"I'm sure you must have a hundred questions." she began.
"But let me talk for a few minutes and I'm sure that I can
answer most of them without much trouble."

Annette's silence signaled her assent.

"I guess the big question would be ... am I a lesbian?"
the redhead said. "The simple answer is ... yes I am. I
have been all of my life."

That single admission sent Annette into a tailspin. Mrs.
Robinson had been both a wife and the mother of two. True
the 44 year old had been a widow for almost fifteen years
but to hear her say that she'd been a lesbian for even
longer than that was still a shock.

"Seeing that you were also in the club, I take it that you
are at the very least either bi-curious or something
more." she continued.

The expression on Annette's face told her that the latter
was the case. In a calm tone she asked Annette a direct
question.

"Lesbian?"

Annette nodded assent. Even that took a great deal of
effort.

"I thought that might be the case listening to your mother
talk about your lack of prospective suitors." Sharon said.
"You're much too pretty a girl not to have guys trailing
after you."

Mrs. Robinson's mention of her mother brought another even
scarier question into Annette's mind. She was afraid to
even ask it because it might bring an answer she couldn't
handle. It took all of her courage to finally put it into
words.

"I talked to Dad earlier and he said Mom had gone out with
one of her girlfriends and I was ...."

"And you were wondering if I was the girlfriend she had
gone out with?" Sharon finished the question.

The answer had to wait a few very long moments as the
waitress reappeared at their table with their order.

"You can put that idea out of your head." she answered as
soon as the girl was gone. "I don't know who your mother
went out with, but it wasn't me. I love your mother
dearly, but we're just friends and that's all we've ever
been. She doesn't know about this aspect of my life and
frankly, it's none of her business."

Annette exhaled a deep breath or relief and then took a
sip of her tea.

"In the same vein, I guess I should ask about you and
Karen. You were after all roommates in college and such."
Mrs. Robinson said.

"It's the same situation." Annette said, "Karen is most
definitely straight."

Annette thought it diplomatic not to mention that her
daughter was so straight that she had screwed her way
through half the male population of their dorm. That
wasn't something any mother wanted to hear, regardless of
the situation."

"I didn't think so." Sharon said. "Not that it would've
bothered me if the two of you had. It just would've
surprised me, that's all. I've always suspected that Karen
was somewhat homophobic."

Annette could've confirmed that suspicion but chose not
to. Instead she was more interested in hearing the rest of
Sharon's story.

"Where was I, oh yes." Sharon went on. "Like I said, I've
been interested in other women all of my life. I had my
first experience when I was 16. So I guess the question
now on your mind is how did I wind up married to Jack
Robinson?"

The look of curiosity on Annette's face said that was the
question on her mind.

"Well at 18, I was still unsure of the direction my life
was going to take. It was 1970 and despite all those
stories you might have heard about the swinging sixties, a
lesbian lifestyle wasn't very socially acceptable. At
least not in my household. I was unable ... unwilling ...
to make the choices that I would've had to make to follow
that road. To make my parents happy, I tried to live a
heterosexual lifestyle. I met Jack on my first job out of
high school and two months after that I was pregnant. My
knowledge of birth control left a lot to be desired."

The image of Karen's older brother Mike flashed through
Annette's mind. He was the baby, Sharon was referring to.

"The idea of being an unwed mother didn't appeal to me
either so Jack and I were married a month later. Seven
months after Mike was born, I was pregnant again, this
time with Karen. Jack was nothing if not persistent."

The younger woman gently nodded her head. She could see
herself in Sharon's place.

By the third year of our marriage, long suppressed desires
could no longer be denied and I had my first affair. It
lasted six months until Jack came home unexpectedly from
work. In hindsight, I guess it was pretty stupid having my
lover over to my own home for a romp in the hay. But with
two toddlers, I didn't have that many options."

"Yet you stayed married?" Annette asked.

"That came as a surprise to me as well." Sharon replied.
"Jack never said a word about it. He simply moved into the
guest bedroom and never touched me again. Later, when he
became ill, we made our peace with each other. I really
cried when he died."

Annette didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sharon didn't
expect her to say anything.

"Can I get the two of you anything else?" the waitress
asked as she stepped back alongside the table.

"No thank you, ... Molly." Sharon said as she read the
girl's name off a small plastic tag on her blouse and gave
her a warm smile. "Just the check please."

Returning Sharon's smile, Molly ripped a small green check
from her pad and carefully placed it on the table in front
of Sharon. No sooner had she done so when the older woman
dropped three singles on top of it.

"You keep the rest." she said as she did so.

"Thank you very much." Molly beamed as she picked it all
up. The tip was actually more than the cost of the two
coffees.

Annette couldn't help but notice that Sharon's eyes
followed the sway of the young blonde's ass as she walked
back up the aisle. It was very apparent to someone that
was used to doing the same thing.

"When I was young and unmarried," Sharon said as they got
up to leave. "I worked in a place a lot like this. Then,
as now, the pay really sucked. The only good thing I can
say about the job was that Jack worked around the corner
from the diner and used to come in almost every day for
lunch. That was how we met."

Once outside, Annette felt a little awkward again. She
wanted to talk to Sharon some more, ask more questions but
also didn't want to intrude into her personal life.
Thankfully, Sharon asked her to walk her home.

"That's if you weren't planning to go back to the club of
course." the older woman added.

"No, I wasn't planning on going back there tonight."
Annette replied automatically. "Maybe tomorrow night." she
added, again without thinking.

"Bondage night?" Sharon asked inquisitively, her eyes
opening wide in curiosity.

"Oh is that what tomorrow night is?" Annette asked,
knowing that her ignorance was a lie. "A woman I met there
tonight mentioned that I might find Thursday nights
interesting, that's all."

"I see." Sharon replied. "Well, I guess that some women do
find that sort of thing interesting, or so I've been told
as well."

Sharon's answer made Annette wonder if her friend's mother
was a frequent visitor on Thursday night as well.

"Well we're here already." Sharon said as they reached the
apartment house where Annette's parents and Sharon both
lived.

"So we are." Annette agreed, a little disappointed that it
had been only three blocks away.

"It's still early." Sharon said. "Would you like to come
up for a drink."

Annette thought about it for a moment. The chance that she
would run into her parents was rather slim. They lived on
the fourth floor and Sharon the twelfth. The only way
their paths could cross would be in the lobby and that was
a remote possibility. And if by some random chance, she
did run into them, she could always say she had decided to
come by and surprise them and had happened to run into
Sharon outside. She was sure that if that unlikely
eventuality occurred, the redhead would understand.

Even so, Annette waited nervously for the elevator and
breathed a sign of relief as they stepped inside.
Thankfully, they were the only occupants. That relief
faded as the car stopped on the fourth floor and a young
couple stepped in. The woman, Annette immediately
recognized as being one of her parent's neighbors. Her
name was Adrianne.

"Oh shit," Annette thought. "What if she turns around and
sees me? What if she mentions to Mom that she saw me
here?"

By the time the elevator opened on the tenth floor, she
realized that she needn't have worried. All the while,
Adrianne's eyes never left those of her male companion.
His name, Sharon later mentioned, was Edmond and he lived
in 10C. He and Adrianne had recently begun seeing each
other and were head over heels for each other. Since
Adrianne still lived with her parents, they probably
couldn't wait to get up to the privacy of his apartment.

Moments later, the two women themselves exited onto twelve
and quickly headed to 12B. Still a little nervous, Annette
glanced right and left down the long hallway as Sharon
undid the locks.

"There, safe and sound." Sharon laughed as they stepped
inside and she closed the door. "And away from prying
eyes." she added in a even more humorous tone.

Annette felt a little silly about the whole thing now that
they were inside. After all, they weren't doing anything
wrong. It wasn't like they were walking around the
building naked-it only had felt that way.

"I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable."
Sharon said as she dropped her light jacket onto a chair.
"You know where the bar is, why don't you make us those
drinks."

Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the
bedroom.

Of course Annette knew where the bar was. She'd spent
almost as much time growing up in this apartment as her
own. And once they were in their teens, she and Karen had
snuck drinks from both their parent's liquor cabinets.

Finishing the drinks, Annette picked up a large photo of
Karen that was sitting on top of the television. Next to
it had been an equally sized one of her brother, Mike. In
many ways, Karen was a younger version of her mother. The
resemblance was unmistakable. Funny that she had never
really noticed it before. In fact, when she compared
Karen's photo with the wedding picture on the bookcase,
they looked like they could be sisters. They were both the
same age in each picture, and both had a similar build.
That was one of the thinks Karen used to joke about, that
her mother's one really great gift to her had been a big
bust.

"Okay, I'm ready for that drink now." Sharon said as she
exited the bedroom. "I really think they water them down
at the club, figuring that no one will ever notice."

Annette almost dropped the drinks as she turned around and
look at Sharon. She expected her to come out in a house
dress or at the very least, a robe and slippers. Instead,
the attractive redhead was wearing a loose fitting light
green teddy that did little to conceal the mammoth mounds
beneath it. The dark circles around her nipples were very
visible through the light material.

"I hope you aren't shocked." she said as she took her
drink. "But I think it's rather silly to put on another
change of street clothes when I'm not going to go back
out."

"No, not at all." Annette lied. "A lot of times I just
watch TV at night in my nightgown when it gets late."

"Oh, I don't wear this to bed." Sharon mentioned casually
as she led Annette to the coach. "I normally sleep in the
buff."

With that, Annette took a rather large swallow of her
nightcap.

Alone with their privacy, Sharon asked a dozen questions
about Annette and her life. In turn, Annette asked even
more about Sharon's. In many ways, she thought she was
looking at herself in twenty years time. As the two of
them went on, the questions were becoming both much more
intimate and detailed.

"Have you ever had any fantasies about me?" Sharon asked
the younger woman in response to an admission that she'd
had more than a few fantasies involving her daughter
Karen.

"Well, I can't honestly say I've really thought about it
before." Annette said. "I guess that before, I always had
an image of you that didn't permit picturing you in any
other context."

"And now? ..." Sharon asked with a curious smile.

Annette hesitated a few long moments, thinking real hard
about her answer. A lot of her long held perceptions had
suddenly turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. She
knew that relationships that existed between adults and
children changed when those children became adults in
their own right-but never would she have imaged this
situation.

"Mrs. Robinson..." Annette said quietly. "I think you're
trying to seduce me."

Sharon laughed at hearing that. It was right out of an old
movie she had once seen. And like the woman in that movie,
she didn't seem upset by the accusation.

"... And would that be such a bad thing?" she finally
replied after a few moments of silence.

Annette hesitated even longer before replying this time.
Was this wrong she asked herself. The woman sitting oh so
very close to her, producing such a strange reaction in
her own body had been like a second mother to her.

Then again, a second mother didn't really count. The rules
that existed when you were 16 really didn't apply when you
where 22.

"No, I guess that it wouldn't be." she finally replied,
her face lighting up in the broadest of smiles.

Sharon reached over and took Annette's drink from her hand
and put in down on the coffee table next to her own. Then
she leaned over and kissed the younger woman on her lips.
It was a kiss unlike the hundreds they'd shared over the
years.

After a few very long seconds, Sharon broke the kiss and
moved her head back a little. She'd been pretty sure of
what Annette's reaction would be but there was always the
chance she could've been wrong. It was funny in a way,
because they were both substitutes in a way for women they
could never have. Sharon, in place of her daughter whom
Annette had lusted after since her 16th birthday, and
Annette, taking the place of her own mother who had fueled
Sharon's sapphic dreams twice as long.

"That was nice." Annette said.

"Yes it was." Sharon agreed. "Are you sure you're
comfortable with this?"

In response, Annette leaned forward and initiated her own
kiss. This time the kiss was longer and even more
pleasant.

The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their
tongues making the briefest of contacts. Sharon felt the
soft touch of the material of her teddy as Annette's hand
brushed against her thinly covered breast. Her hand closed
on the older woman's large globe, tickling the hard erect
nipple as it did.

"That feels even nicer." Annette purred between kisses.

"It gets better." was the whispered reply.

Sharon pulled the edges of Annette's black T-shirt out
from her jeans. Then taking an even tighter hold on the
material, she pulled it up and over her head. A smile
filled the older woman's face as she looked down and saw
the small perfectly rounded globes beneath, wrapped in
their fine black lace.

Easing the smaller girl back on to the soft cushions,
Sharon reached up with her large hands and cradled each of
her mounds. Moving in a counter-clockwise motion, she
began to massage them, playing with the small nipples with
her outstretched thumbs.

Pleased with Annette's reaction, Sharon leaned over and
kissed each cloth covered nipple. Continuing to play with
her left breast, the super ran her tongue across the
exposed flesh of the right, leaving a thin trail of
wetness.

Never missing a stroke, Sharon undid the small clasp that
held the fragile bra together, causing the thin strips to
fall by the wayside. Her mouth now sought out the rest of
her guest's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving
tongue now covering the entire surface them with wetness.
Annette shivered at the touch of Sharon's lips on her
smooth flesh as her tongue teased Annette'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 Annette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans
which brought great joy to Sharon, spurring her on.

The redhead nuzzled at each breast for a while longer,
running her tongue in circles around the areola. Then she
began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva
marked the trail of her tongue as it slowly moved down
Annette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she
went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below.
Finally she reached the thick leather belt and jeans that
barred her from her prize.

"Let's get this off." Sharon said as she undid the belt.

Belt, pants and boots soon covered the carpeted floor,
leaving Annette clad only in her black lace panties. They
didn't last long as Sharon's fingers griped the elastic of
Annette's panties and pulled them down to and off her
ankles.

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

Sharon kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she
kissed the center of Annette's ecstasy.

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

The smell of Annette's crotch made Sharon 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 never grow tired of.

"Oh God, Sharon," Annette said as her body jumped at the
touch. " It feels so wonderful."

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

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

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

The older woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey,
so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She
held Annette tight as she screamed out loud and thrashed
about it ecstasy. She hadn't had a sexual release this
good since Vanessa had left her.

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

"Now its your turn." Sharon said as she looked up from
between Annette's legs.

That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She reached
out and pulled the flimsy garment off Sharon, exposing her
large plentiful mounds. No sooner were they exposed to the
open air when her mouth was on them. With a savage hunger,
she took Sharon's equally large nipples between her teeth
and lips. The thought that these were the same breasts
that Karen had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill to
her. One which caused her inferno to blaze even hotter.

Even as her mouth feasted on Sharon's bountiful charms,
Annette slid her hand between Sharon's legs. Sharon wore
no panties and her fingers pressed against the bushy
mouth.

Now it was Sharon's turn to moan as she felt the touch of
a new lover's hand.

"Oh yes..." Sharon said softly as she leaned back against
the couch and enjoyed Annette's dual ministrations.

The constant friction of Annette's hand against her clit
sent ripples of delight radiating out from Sharon's pussy.
Coupled with the delightful mixture of bites and gentle
kisses on her breasts, it was enough to quickly bring her
to the edge of ecstasy.

Annette might not have had Sharon's years of experience
but she had learned a great deal in a very short time.

As the volume of the moans in Annette's ears grew in
intensity, so did the frequency of her penetrations. A
small series of mini-quakes began to rock the older
woman's body.

Suddenly, Sharon's body stiffened as the cascading waves
of bliss broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse
raced and her breaths became shallow. A fine film of sweat
covered her body.

"Oh God!" she panted as she collapsed exhausted. "I can't
believe how long its been since I felt so good."

Both woman laughed and held each other close. They shared
a kiss they both found intoxicating as they tasted their
own juices in each others mouth. They continued to share
soft kisses, licking droplets of honeydew from around
their lips.

"That was really fun." Annette said laughingly.

"Care for a little more fun?" Sharon asked, a mischievous
expression on her face.

"What kind of fun?" Annette asked.

"Have you ever played with toys?" Sharon asked.

"What kind of toys?" Annette asked, remembering the
earlier mention of the Thursday nights at the Scarlett's
Rose.

"Toy's like this." Sharon explained as she pulled open one
of then end tables and pulled out a rather large rubber
dildo.

"Oh my." Annette gasped, her hand covering her mouth.

"I guess not then." Sharon said as she began to put the
strap-on back into the draw.

"Wait, please." Annette said. "I was just a little
surprised, that's all. It's not exactly the kind of thing
you expect someone to have in their living room.

"Well, normally I'd keep it in the table by my bed." the
older woman said. "But I was expecting company tonight and
I kind of like doing it out here."

"It does have a certain excitement." Annette agreed,
remembering that she liked to play around outside of the
bedroom as well.

"So are you game?" she asked again.

Annette thought about it for a few more moments. She'd
played with vibrators and dildo's before, but had only
been really penetrated by another person during her three
attempts at male/female sex. Of those, only the time with
Danny had been somewhat enjoyable.

"What the hell." Annette said. "Might be fun at that."

Sharon wasted no time in adjusting the strap on the strap-
on she had shown Annette earlier. Hanging down between her
legs, it looked even larger than before. Strapped tight, a
small nub at the base of the rubber cock extended into her
own pussy, rubbing against her clit.

"Now the real fun begins." Sharon smiled.

A sudden feeling of apprehension filled Annette at the
thought of being penetrating by that monster. It was
bigger than any of the few men she had known. She opened
her mouth to say something but something held her back.
Annette remained mute as Sharon reached out and pulled her
up off the couch.

"Over the edge!" She ordered in an authoritative tone as
she bent Annette over the arm of the couch.

>From a small tube in her hand, Sharon smeared a large
amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo.
Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between
Annette's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy.
She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.

"Oooo" moaned Annette as she felt the initial intrusion.

Sharon pressed her naked body up against the back of
Annette's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned
the head against the now saturated tunnel.

"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Sharon whispered
into Annette's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're
going to love this." she added with a kiss.

With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up
and down the length of Annette's pussy before taking a
firm grip and pushing it within her.

"Aaaaa!" Annette yelled as she felt herself being
penetrated .

"Relax." Sharon said as she eased the dildo out a little,
before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first
attempt.

Sharon reach around and rubbed her fingers against
Annette's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it
gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic
motions against the small nub at the top of Annette's cunt
helped distract her from the pain as Sharon began to
thrust deeper within her with an ever increased frequency.

Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing
pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Sharon could
feel the walls of Annette's cunt grabbing hold of her as
she thrusted inside her one more time.

"You love this, don't you?" Sharon asked between thrusts
as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled
her ass hard against her.

"Oh yes," Annette panted as she began to match Sharon's
rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her.

Sharon slid her hands up and down Annette's body as she
continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her
fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used them
to pull Annette against her time after time. .

Sharon pushed Annette's head and shoulders down across the
arm of the couch, giving her greater access to the depths
of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love
button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot
sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the
energy and passion of unrestricted sex.

Words between them were no longer possible, the best they
could manage were animalistic grunts. Yet even those were
being constantly interrupted by frantic gasps for breath.

Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Sharon grabbed
Annette's dark hair and pulled her head back. With a
fierce fire in her dark eyes, Sharon pressed her lips hard
against the helpless girl beneath her. The taste of their
tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to
within an inch of the abyss.

"Deeper." Annette gasped as Sharon's tongue slid out of
her mouth.

Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible
for Sharon to get any more inside Annette. At least in the
position they were in.

"On the floor!" Sharon commanded as she pulled the dildo
all the way out. "On your back!"

Not even giving Annette time to comply, the older woman
pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later
and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched
legs.

Annette screamed in ecstasy as Sharon drove the dildo it's
full length within her. Sharon's massive mounds pressed
hard against Annette's smaller globes, causing an electric
tingling as their nipples touched.

Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover,
Sharon's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she
knew was imminent. Beneath her, Annette was lost in a
similar state.

Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Sharon
was taken by surprise when Annette reached up with her
legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to
penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped
around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock.

"Fuck me!" Annette screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry
so loud that for a moment Sharon wondered it she could be
heard out on the street.

One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that
had been building within the two of them. Both bodies
jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake
that ripped through each of them.

Annette drove her nails deep into Sharon's back as an
orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Sharon continued to
plummel the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly
against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same
loss of control.

Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss
was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the
sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms.
Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced
uncontrolled.

As has been written many times, all good things must end
and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled
and their sweat drenched bodies began to collapse.

Sharon was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on
from within Annette. Instead she simply stoked her now
cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires
of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she
wanted to do was rest.

The morning sun filtering in from the windows found the
two of them still intertwined. Sharon had awakened first
but had been reluctant to wake her guest. Instead she had
just laid there and enjoyed the warmth of her body pressed
tightly against her own.

"Good morning, lover." she said when she noticed Annette's
eyes open. She added a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning." Annette said as she pulled herself away and
climbed to her feet.

"Why don't you grab a shower while I make us some
breakfast." Sharon suggested as she lifted herself off. "I
don't have to be at work until eleven."

"Sounds like a great idea." Annette replied as she
gathered up her clothes.

"You might want to call your roommate and let her know
you're all right." Sharon added, sounding once more like
the mother she was.

"That's okay." Annette said. "She'll just figure I got
lucky. And she wouldn't be wrong." she smiled.

Even before Annette felt the first splash of hot water
against her soft skin, she knew for a certainty that last
night's performance was not to be repeated. It hadn't
really been planned after all. In fact it had been nothing
more than the caprices of fate that it had happened. Still
she was glad it had.

If nothing else, aside from a night of enjoyment, her look
behind the curtain of Sharon's life had given her a great
deal to think about. A great deal indeed.

Monday morning found Annette sitting at her desk bright
and early. She'd quickly gone through any work that had
piled up in her absence, there hadn't been that much.
Every few minutes she would look down the aisle at an
empty desk. It was a quarter after nine before the
occupant of that desk finally showed up.

"You left a note on my desk that you wanted to see me as
soon as I got it." Yvonne said with a look of concern as
she walked up to Annette's desk. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, not at all." Annette smiled back. "I just wanted to
ask you to lunch before you made any other plans."

"Sure," the tall woman replied. "One O'clock okay?"

"That would be great." Annette said.

As Yvonne walked back down the long aisle to her desk,
Annette again appreciated the sway of her hips.
Thankfully, her friend hadn't noticed that Danny's
pictures were no longer on her desk. By this afternoon
there would no longer be any need for them.

END

Best Friends

By Ann Douglas

Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first
day of high school. Four years later they crammed for
finals as they had always done, late night study sessions
that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it
became too late to head home. A water main break at the
school had given them an unexpected day off and both were
more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather's
family left for their respective schools and jobs.

Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she
watched her friend sleep. Susan's nightshirt had crept
above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her
eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing.
They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly
make out the outline of her friends slit. She wasn't sure
why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another
girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she
played with herself.

As she looked at Susan, she placed a hand in her own
panties and started to massage her little bud. This had
always brought her pleasure but this would be the first
time she had done it when she wasn't alone. As she circled
her clit with her finger, she admired her friend's body.
Susan was very cute; short red hair, bright green eyes.
Heather wondered if Susan ever played with herself like
she was doing now. They had talked about lots of intimate
things, but never that.

Soon an overwhelming urge came upon Heather to touch her
friend on that special spot. Even though she didn't know
how Susan would react, she felt compelled to take the
chance. Pretending to be asleep so she could claim it
wasn't intentional, Heather allowed her hand to come to
rest on the mattress next to Susan's crotch. After it had
been there a minute without any adverse consequences, she
allowed it to brush against the cotton panties. Little by
little she became braver, sure that Susan wouldn't wake up
screaming or worse.

Susan had lain awake, one eye barely opened, concealed by
her hair. She watched as Heather with her hand in her
panties had played with herself. She was relieved to know
that she wasn't the only girl that did that, maybe it
wasn't so bad after all. She found herself wishing Heather
had actually lowered her pajamas before doing it so that
she could've had a better view of what she was doing.

When Heather had suddenly stopped masturbating, Susan was
afraid that maybe she had sensed that she was awake and
Susan had closed her eyes tightly. But when she felt
Heather's hand make contact between her legs, she knew
that hadn't been the case. A little shiver of excitement
trickled through Susan's body as that first touch was
felt. That was the first time anyone had ever touched her
there. She wasn't expecting it from another girl, but
right now that really didn't matter. She was excited from
watching Heather and that overcame any sense of wrong
doing. Besides, she could just lie there and pretend to be
asleep and see what happened.

Heather's touch was very light and casual in the
beginning. But as time went on and Susan didn't awaken and
protest, her touch got more aggressive and deliberate. She
had already caused a wet spot to appear on Susan's panties
and now she was so excited that she didn't care if Susan
now woke up. Bravely, with one hand she lifted up the
waistband of Susan's panties and held them up while she
slid the other hand beneath them. She brushed her hand
over the soft, tiny patch of sprouting pubic hair and
found her friends moist hole with one finger. After
slightly inserting it, she commenced a circular motion
around the girl's clit with her thumb.

Susan was sure she couldn't pretend to be asleep much
longer. The tingles of electricity that she had felt now
turned to bolts of electricity as Heather's finger toyed
at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, instinctively, she
began to rotate her hips in a circular motion in response
to Heather's continuing massage of her clit. Sensing that
her pretending to be asleep now served no purpose except
to diminish her enjoyment of this new experience, Susan
opened her eyes, smiled at Heather and said softly,
"Umm...that really fells good."

"I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure you would. I don't
know why I started doing it, but I just wanted to."

Susan responded by pulling her panties off and spreading
her legs apart to give Heather more freedom between her
legs and a sort of unspoken permission to proceed. Heather
buried a finger in Susan's cunt and started pumping in and
out.

Susan, discarding her charade of being a passive
participant, reached inside Heather's pajama bottoms.
Heather wasn't wearing panties. She found the moist slit
with her finger and commenced giving Heather the same type
of pleasure that she'd been receiving.

"The only thing that would make this better is if we had a
boy here with us," said Susan.

"Like really." Heather replied. "Except the boys I know
would blab all over school. Or you could wind up like Mary
Johnson....pregnant!"

"Yeah.....you ever done it with a boy?" Susan asked.

"No. Almost did but my mom came home early and messed
everything up. have you?:

"No, but there are times when I really want to. I just
want to know what it feels like....I mean you're making me
feel better than anything I've ever done so far." replied
Susan.

Suddenly Heather stopped. "You wait right here. Don't
move," She ordered as she jumped up from the bed, went to
the dresser and reached way behind a drawer. carrying
something white and folded into the bathroom, she told
Susan she'd be right back.

Five minutes seemed like an eternity for Susan until the
bathroom door opened and Susan received the second biggest
surprise of the morning.

Heather had slicked back her already short brown hair,
parted it on the side and had it combed in a boy's style.
She was wearing a t shirt and a pair of boy's jockey
shorts. Her big brown eyes gave here the look of a young
boy that could've been her twin. Sensing the question on
her friend's face, Heather explained. "These used to be my
brothers. I rescued them before Mom threw them out.
Sometimes I sleep in them, it turns me on."

"Wow!" Susan exclaimed as she looked at her friend in
amazement. If she hadn't known better, s he would swear
she was looking at a young boy in his underwear. She felt
her cunt really start to itch as she admired her friend's
ingenuity.

"And that's not all." Heather said as she pulled her 
jockey shorts down in the front and revealed about five
inches of a double-headed dildo protruding from her cunt
lips, the other half buried deeply in her hole. "I never
thought I'd get to use both sides of this at once, but if
you're as hot as I am, we both need to do it now!"

As she walked over to the bed, holding the thing to keep
it from shooting out between her legs, Susan reached out
to touch it and examine the device. It was made of a soft,
and slightly rigid vinyl. The head was just like the
drawings she had seen in her sex-ed book, and she could
imagine that it was probably pretty close to the real
thing in size and shape.

"Where did you ever get that?" Susan asked.

"That you'll never believe?" Heather said. "Do you
remember when my Aunt Amanda passed away last summer and I
had to go clean out her apartment. Well, I found this in
her stuff, buried in the back of her closest."

A mental image of Heather's Aunt passed though Susan's
mind. Amanda had been 52 with the body of a much younger
woman. To Susan's surprise, the image she formed was naked
with the dildo hanging as it now hung from Heather.

"I guess if we can't have a boy, this is the next best
thing." Heather said, bringing Susan's attention fully
back to her.

Susan was a little apprehensive about allowing the thing
up her cunt. She had put things up there before, but she
had always been in control. But her fear subsided as her
friend reassured her, "It's okay. You'll feel great when
its inside you."

With that, Heather removed the dildo from inside her and
turned it around, placing the head that had been in her
cunt, now slippery wet, over the opening to her friend's
hole. the lubricant on the head of the plastic dick caused
it to pop in with a minimum of resistance. Susan lay on
her back with her legs spread obscenely, her knees resting
against the bidding little mounds on her chest as Heather
worked the cock in and out of her to get he adjusted to
it. When she felt that it was properly in and not going to
be painful for Susan, she positioned herself between
Susan's spread legs. Once again she pulled down the front
of the jockey shorts she was wearing and expertly inserted
the other half of the dildo in her own cunt.

Slightly she pumped her hips, allowing the dick to sink
first into her hole and then Susan's. Susan was still
spread with her hands behind her knees, holding herself
open, afraid to resist in the least. Soon both girls were
pumping their hips in opposite rhythm until the cock was
completely swallowed between their two cunts. Their
pussies were rubbing together as Heather humped Susan,
continuing the role of the boy. Susan, now engulfed in
lustful abandon, wrapped her legs tightly around Heather,
digging her heels into her friends pumping ass.

"Fuck me!" Susan cried to her "boy/girl" lover, "Bury that
cock of yours in me all the way!"

As Heather pumped and her cunt tightened, Susan moaned.
Heather pushed the slippery dildo all the way into Susan's
cunt. As Susan pumped back, Heather would feel the thing
thrust against the back of her own hole. the girls had the
dick so deeply buried into them that their clits were
rubbing together and it didn't take long until both girls
shuddered into ecstasy, juices flowing from their cunts
and down the crack of Susan's ass.

The girls collapsed in exhaustion, the slippery toy now
glistening as it lay cast aside on the bed. they kissed
each other passionately, feeling the kind of devotion that
only one young girl could feel for another, having traded
their youthful innocence for passion.

END

Beverly And Deanna A Star Trek Love Story

".......and Ensign Murphy continues to show improvement
following reconstruction of both his right tibia and
fibula.........Crusher, Chief Medical Officer...U.S.S.
Enterprise."

Beverly Crusher eased back into the soft padded chair
behind her desk as the computer shut off her medi-
recorder. Medical science may have advanced to the
semblance of magic in the last few hundred years, but that
arch enemy of all physicians - paperwork still remained-
even if it now resided on a computer disk.

She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, only to
be interrupted by the beep of her office's door chime.

"Enter," She said, rubbing her sore eyes.

"I thought I'd fine you here, your nose buried in the
medical reports." Said the dark haired woman who entered
the room. "I thought you promised me that you'd slow down
a little and take some time off."

Beverly smiled as she focused on the sight of ship's
counselor, Deanna Troi.

"I'm glad to se you Deanna, "Beverly said, "It gives me an
excuse to take a break."

"You need more than a break," Deanna said as she walked
across the room and sat down across from Crusher's desk.
"I've already spoken to the Captain and as of now, you're
on 48 hours of R & R."

"Deanna, really....." Beverly interrupted. "I've way too
much work to catch up on here."

"No arguments, "Troi countered, "As of now Dr. Selar is
taking your place as acting CMO, and you are on leave."

"Seems like I don't really have a say in the matter,"
Beverly smiled. Deep inside she knew she could really use
the rest. "I guess you already have my little vacation
already planned out for me."

"As a matter of fact I do," The Betazoid said. "You're
going to love the spot I've got picked out. Beautiful blue
sky, soft green grass, magnificent waterfalls."

"Not another holodeck adventure?" the Doctor said,
remembering similar vacations in the past.

"No, not this time," Deanna replied. "If we used the
holodeck you'd cut it short and be running back here at
the first medical emergency."

"Then where......?"

"Trust me, you're going to love it." Troi said with a wide
smile. "Now get packed and meet me in the shuttle bay in
an hour."

"Meet you?"

"Didn't I tell you, I'm going with you." Deanna said, her
smile growing wider.

An hour and fifteen minutes later, Deanna and Beverly were
sailing through the void in the shuttle, Christopher Pike.
Beverly had replaced her normal blue medical smock with a
short sleeve white blouse and green skirt. A pair of white
shorts and light blue top had replaced Troi's jumpsuit.

"You still haven't told me where we are going?" Beverly
said.

"Gamma Hydra IV," Deanna said as she worked the shuttle
controls. "It's a small M class world about four light
hours away, so sit back and enjoy the ride."

For the first time she leaving the Enterprise, Beverly sat
back and felt some of the weight lift from her. It'd been
such a busy month, she was glad to be taking a break. She
was also glad she had a friend in Deanna who recognized
the strain on her and forced her to take a rest.

The four hours passed quickly and soon the blue-white
image of Gamma Hydra IV filled the viewport. With a
practiced hand, the two women put the shuttle down on at
the location, Deanna had marked on the astrogator. Fresh
air filled the cabin as the back door of the ship dropped
and Deanna turned in her seat and with a flourish of her
hand, indicated for the Doctor to precede her.

Beverly was taken aback by the natural beauty of the
planet as she stepped out of the shuttle. Deanna's
description couldn't compare with the majesty before her.
She stood there speechless as Deanna followed her out onto
the glass.

"Welcome to Beverly's World" Troi said as she stretched
out her arms.

"Beverly's World, huh." the Doctor said in amusement.

"Well at least for the next forty hours or so." Deanna
replied. "Total population - 2."

"Well since that eliminates the possibility of a dozen
strong young men to unload the shuttle," Beverly said
laughingly, "I guess we'd better get to it."

It took less than an hour to set up camp. Deanna had
chosen their landing site perfectly. A thousand yards away
stood a crystal clear lake, fed by one of the most
magnificent waterfalls Beverly had ever seen. Putting the
camp by the water's edge, Deanna quickly suggested they
take a swim before dinner.

"It'll just take me a minute to get my suit, Beverly said
as she reached for one of her bags."

"Don't bother," Deanna said as she pulled her top over her
head, exposing a large pair of firm breasts. "We're the
only ones here after all."

Beverly hesitated for a moment. Nudity was second nature
for the Betazoid, many of her cultures official functions
such as weddings and funerals were performed in the nude.
As a Doctor, Beverly didn't give nudity a second thought
in a medical situation, but old habits made her hesitate
outside of that. Realizing she was being silly, Beverly
followed Troi's example and quickly rid herself of
clothes.

Looking at her body she knew she didn't have anything to
be self-conscious about. True she didn't have Deanna's
spectacular figure, but for a woman her age she had no
complaints. Trying her red hair into a ponytail, she
joined the Counselor in the cool water.

The water felt good on her bare skin and soon she wondered
why she had even thought about it. Deanna splashed and
tossed water at her like a little girl and Beverly quickly
found herself returning the same.

Deanna moved up to Beverly and wrapped her arms around her
and gave her a big hug.

"I missed you so much the year you spent at Starfleet
Medical, I'm so glad you came back."

Beverly returned the embrace, thinking that she had missed
the dark haired woman as well.

Dripping wet, they exited the lake and dried them self. As
Troi made no effort to reach for her clothes, Beverly left
hers where she had dropped them, no longer feeling self-
conscious.

"I've got a surprise for you," Deanna said as she reached
into a refrigerated case and produced a chilled bottle.
"Altarian Apple Wine."

"Where in the galaxy did you get a bottle of that?"
Beverly exclaimed. "I haven't had that since I was in
medical school."

"Well there are some advantages to being a Daughter of the
Fifth House, someday Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rix
and Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed." Deanna replied as
she produced two pure crystal wine glasses.

"So in other words you asked your mother and she got it
for you."

"True," Deanna said laughingly. "but if that bothers you I
can always drink it by myself."

"No, I don't care if you got it from a fat Ferengi, I'll
just keep it in mind the next time I want to scream in
frustration at Lwaxana."

"She does have that effect on people, doesn't she." said
Deanna as she poured the two glasses and handed Beverly
one.

"Mmmmm," Beverly murmured as she tasted it. "Its been so
long I'd forgotten how delicious it tastes. You can't
replaced wine like this with snythehol."

A second later Beverly remembered the strength of the wine
as she felt her body suddenly fill with a warm flush.
Altarian apple wine was also used as an aphrodisiac, one
that Beverly had found herself highly susceptible to that
last time she had it.

"It does have a kick to it," Deanna said as she sipped
hers.

"I'd forgotten how much." Beverly answered as she took
another drink. After all she was on leave and supposed to
enjoy herself.

Deanna picked up the bottle and sat down next to Beverly,
refilling the contents of her glass. Beverly could feel
the heat of the Counselor's body and didn't need to be a
doctor to know it had grown as hot as hers.

"The breeze feels wonderful," Beverly remarked as she
tossed her long red hair. "So far from the pressures of
sickbay."

Deanna just smiled.

"It's been so hard since Wesley left for Starfleet
Academy," Beverly continued, "It seems like I never have
time for anything but work. At least when he was onboard I
always set aside time to be with him."

"Still you must be very proud of him." Deanna said,
sipping at her wine.

"Yes I am, but it was still very hard to say good-bye to
him that day, even with everyone else there, Data, Will,
Geordie, Jean- Luc........"

Beverly paused for a second, remembering something.

"But you weren't there, strange that I didn't remember
that before. You'd have thought I would recall something
like that."

"Well you were pretty preoccupied that morning..."

"Wesley never mentioned it either, now I know that he
definitely would notice." Beverly said, recalling her
son's sometimes lustful looks at the counselor.

"Well.......Wesley and I said our good-byes the night
before...." Troi said softly.

"The night before......You mean you and Wesley....."

"It was sort of a good-bye gift. It didn't start out that
way, but when he tried, it seemed so important to him. I
hope you're not upset."

Beverly paused for a moment, taking another drink of the
wine.

"No, its O.K., he's a big boy."

"It's a relief to hear you say that, I wouldn't want
anything to come between us."

Both women were silent for a few seconds until Beverly
asked.....

"Was he any good?"

Troi nearly dropped her glass in surprise.

"I can't believe I asked that...." Beverly said blushing.

"Do you really want me to answer?"

"I don't know if its a Mother's curiosity or the wine, but
yes."

"Well.... he was about as good as you would expect of a
boy that age....but he was very eager to learn. In fact I
can guarantee that some girls at Starfleet Academy are
going to be the grateful recipients of what he so eagerly
learned."

Beverly felt another warm flush cross her body. The wine,
both hers and Troi's nudity, the discussion of her son's
sexuality, their isolation on this distant world, all were
having an effect on her. She found herself entertaining
thoughts that she once would've found shocking.

"I've always envied you Deanna," Beverly said as she put
down the now empty glass. "The way you can be so free and
open. How you could just follow your feelings."

"You could be the same way, Beverly." All you have to do
is act on those feelings."

"I could never do that, I'd be too worried about what all
those people around me would think."

"Well I don't see anyone around here now.....do you?" Troi
asked as she placed her glass down next to Beverly's.
"After all, this is Beverly's World, where her every wish
can come true."

Beverly Crusher, Chief Medical Officer of the Federation
Starship Enterprise thought about it for a few minutes.
Then she took all the elements of her life, wrapped them
into a little package, and tossed them aside.

The red haired woman then leaned forward and kissed
Deanna.

The Betazoid quickly responded to the kiss, gently at
first, gently brushing her cheek, then her lips, then
harder as her tongue sought out Beverly's. Fire raced
through her body as she felt Beverly's tongue caress her
own, then she backed off, nibbled on her lips, then drove
her tongue even deeper into her new lover's open mouth.

For long minutes the two exchanged tongues, striving to
drive them deeper with each new kiss, tasting the
sweetness of each other. Deanna then broke away and began
to trail kisses down Beverly's neck, up behind her ears,
then down to her shoulders. Beverly arched her head back
to give Deanna greater access, closing her eyes and
savoring the touch of the younger woman's tongue.

While she continued to lick the Doctor's shoulder, Deanna
reached down and cupped Beverly's smaller breasts,
squeezing them softly. Then she moved her hands to again
caress Beverly's face, kissing her again and again.

"I love you Beverly...." Deanna said as she kissed her
once again. "I've loved you for the longest time."

"I think I've always loved you too, Deanna," Beverly
replied.

"I think I was always just too scared to do anything about
it."

Deanna eased the older woman down onto the grass. Her
mouth now sought out the Doctor's breasts and began to
suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them with
wetness. Beverly shivered at the touch of Deanna's lips on
her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Beverly'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 Beverly, causing her to emit soft moans.
Moans that brought great joy to Deanna.

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

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

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

The smell of Beverly's crotch made Deanna lightheaded,
she'd waited so long 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 no other woman had
ever known.

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

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

Unable to use her hands any longer, Deanna reached behind
and grabbed Beverly's ass cheeks. Never missing a beat,
she slid a cum lubricated finger into her anus. Beverly
let out a loud moan as she felt it penetrate, no one had
ever tried than with her before. Then Deanna withdrew the
finger and reinserted it, finger fucking her ass.

Beverly began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing
climax. Deanna could taste the increase in girlcum and
opened her mouth while at the same time she drove it
deeper.

The Betaziod was soon rewarded with a gusher of girlcum,
so much that her face was soon covered with it. She held
Beverly tight as the Doctor screamed out loud and trashed
about it ecstasy. It had been a long time since she'd had
sexual release other than masturbation.

Deanna continued to lick Beverly's pussy and finger fuck
her ass, stopping only when her lover finally lay 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." Beverly said in a breathless voice.
"I feel so alive....so exhilarated."

"I'm glad," Deanna said as she brought herself up to a
sitting position. "I've wanted to do that for so very
long."

Beverly reached out and pulled Deanna close to her. She
kissed her, tasting her own cum in Deanna's mouth. She
found it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for
several minutes, licking droplets of sweet girljuice from
her face.

"I want you Deanna," She whispered as she sucked at the
Counselor's earlobe. "I want to taste you and make you
feel as wonderful as you've made me feel."

"I love you, Beverly," Troi whispered back, "My body is
yours, take it as my gift to you."

Beverly drew her close and wrapped her arms around her.
Troi cuddled up against Beverly's breasts and closed her
eyes in contentment. For now they both wanted just to hold
each other.....tomorrow would be soon enough to start
again.

The soft glow of warm sunlight woke Deanna as she
stretched naked on the gentle grass. Her sleep had been
filled with dreams of Beverly. A smile filled her face as
she thought of their lovemaking last night. Realizing that
her new found love was no where to be seen, she reached
out empathically-quickly finding Beverly in the shuttle.
The fire of Beverly's love was like a candle in the
darkness.

"Beverly...." She called out as she rose to her feet.

"Be out in a minute..." Came the reply. "There's breakfast
already made."

Deanna sat at the small table Beverly had set up and
tasted the small fruit treats. As she put the first sliced
piece in her mouth she was shocked and pleased to find it
had a most original and particular taste. They tasted of
Beverly - the same taste she had so enjoyed last night.

Popping another morsel into her mouth, she didn't notice
Beverly come up from behind her. The Doctor reached up
from behind and cupped the Counselor's large breasts, then
began kissing the back of her neck.

"Good Morning, Deanna...." Beverly purred as she tweaked
the Betazoid's large nipples. "I hope you like the
breakfast."

"Interesting recipe, I'm not even going to ask how you
managed to make these."

In response, Beverly reached out and pulled Deanna's face
to hers. She kissed her, again tasting herself on Deanna's
tongue. A second kiss followed, then a third. In her hands
she could feel Deanna's nipples hardening.

"Why don't we skip breakfast and go right to desert?"
Deanna said between kisses.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Beverly grinned.

Lifting Deanna out of the chair, Beverly bent down and
kissed each of the breasts. Since becoming a doctor,
Beverly had seen literally thousands of naked women, but
she had never see a pair of breasts as perfectly
sculptured as these. They cried out to be touched...to be
caressed....to be sucked. Dropping to her knees, she
closed her mouth on the right nipple and took it into her
mouth. She caught it between her teeth and bit down, just
enough to send a small jolt of pleasure through Deanna.
The she opened her mouth and released it. The she stuck
out her tongue and gently licked it to full hardness. Then
she turned her attention to the left breast that she had
been massaging with her hand.

"You tongue is electric..." Deanna signed as she leaned
back and supported herself against the chair.

Once the other nipple was just as hard, Beverly moved back
and forth from breast to breast, sucking with abandon.
Deanna ran her hands through Beverly's red hair and pulled
her mouth against each breast, encouraging the older woman
to take more of it into her mouth.

Beverly needed no encouragement as she mouthed Deanna's
tits, covering each with hot saliva. She alternated
between licks and bites, causing small, sudden jolts of
both pain and pleasure.

Reaching down between Deanna's legs, Beverly rubbed two
fingers against the dark haired mound. Finding it already
wet, she slipped first one, then a second finger inside,
all the while never diverting her attention from that
magnificent bosom. Soon both fingers were buried up beyond
her knuckles and covered with lubricating girljuice. In
addition to quickening the pace, Beverly slipped in a
third finger.

Deanna moaned in delight as she abandoned control of her
body. Whatever Beverly wanted...she would do.

After a few more minutes, Beverly withdrew the three
fingers and began massaging her clit with her thumb as she
slid first one, then two, and finally all three cum soaked
fingers into her asshole. Deanna jumped with the sudden
new intrusion. Betazoids were far more sensitive in that
area than humans, so the gesture was far more erotic.
Beverly planned to use every bit of her knowledge of
Betazoid physiology to bring Deanna pleasure.

Beverly's mouth soon replaced her thumb on the Counselor's
clit, taking it into her mouth and sucking it as hard as
she could. Deanna bucked back and forth with the motion of
Beverly's mouth and fingers. She could feel the eruption
building within her.

Beverly licked the drops of precum off Deanna's cunt, she
had never tasted anything so sweet. Her tongue drove deep
inside, scooping up the ambrosia and withdrawing it into
her mouth. She could feel the energy building inside
Deanna's body, but she didn't want her to cum too soon.
Not until she gave her surprise.

Beverly then began to alternate her tongue between
Deanna's pussy and her asshole, driving her to a more
maddening frenzy, yet at the same time slowing down her
orgasmic buildup.

Another advantage Beverly had as the Ship's Chief Medical
Officer was that where Deanna may have been Counselor for
the rest of the crew, the Doctor had been the Councilor's
Councilor. As such she knew all the right buttons to push.
She knew that what Deanna secretly craved in a lover was
someone she could surrender herself to. Someone who would
possess her body and soul.

"Oh God....Beverly.....I'm going to cum....." Deanna
gasped between breaths.

"Not yet," the Doctor shot back loudly.

"Please.....I need to cum..."

"I said no!" Beverly said in a loud authoritative voice.

Surprising the Counselor meekly assented, confirming the
Doctor's diagnosis.

Sure of her next move, Beverly slowly rose and licked her
way up to Deanna's mouth. Now her kisses were harder, her
bites drawing a more than a touch of pain. Deep inside,
Deanna shuddered even more as she surrendered her self
totally.

"I have a gift for you." Beverly said as she took a step
back and lifted a blue carry bag she had brought from out
of the shuttle. "A little something I made in the
replicator this morning."

Deanna's eyes opened wide as Beverly reached into the bad
and withdrew her "gift." In her hand she held a large nine
inch strap on dildo, complete with balls and realistic
veins.

"It's too big..." Deanna exclaimed.

"No its not," Beverly said as she slipped it on and
adjusted the straps. "You forget I've examined Will Riker
many times....I know what you're capable of taking!"

With that she took hold of Deanna and spread her over the
table. Moving behind her, she spread her legs and
positioned the hard rubber cock at the entrance of her
dripping cunt. Deanna gasped as it filled her, inch by
inch.

After in was half way in, Beverly withdrew it slightly,
then with a firm grip on Deanna's asscheeks, thrust
forward and filled her with her "cock."

"God!" Deanna screamed. "Oh God,...Yes...Yes...Fuck
me......Fuck my pussy!"

Fast as she could, Beverly fucked her friend as she
screamed again and again for her to do to harder. Gone was
the cool, in control Counselor. All that remained was a
sex hungry slut who wanted nothing more than to be fucked
without mercy.

With every stroke, Beverly drove deeper, as Deanna reached
down and massaged her pussy. She was now beyond words,
nothing existed except her hot cunt and the girlcock
driving deeper and deeper inside it.

Sweat covered both their naked bodies as Beverly put every
ounce of energy into giving Deanna the greatest orgasm of
her life. Each thrust sent Deanna further into ecstasy,
her vision blurred as an engulfing wave ripped through her
beautiful body. She shook and trembled, unable to breathe.
A second, then a third wave radiated from the center of
her womanhood, the least of which was greater than she had
felt from Riker or any man.

The fourth wave was too much for her and consciousness
slipped from her as she collapsed onto the table. Beverly
quickly withdrew from her and checked her vital signs. A
warm smile covered the Doctor's face as she found a good
steady heartbeat. For a second she feared she might 've
gone too far. Reaching down she lifted her friend and
eased her onto the soft grass.

"Bev.......Beverly...." Deanna whispered as she opened her
eyes. "I can't believe.... how....powerful...that was."

"Shhhh, my little love," Beverly said as she stroked her
dark hair. "Take a little while and rest"

"But there's so much I want to tell you..." Deanna said in
feeble protest.

"Plenty of time for that later....."

"But....."

"Rest I said......" Beverly repeated as she caressed her
lover's cheek......"Doctor's orders." she added with a
mischievous grin.

END

Beverly's Holodeck Fantasy

A Star Trek Adventure

By Ann Douglas

"........All's quiet tonight, Doctor Crusher." said the
voice of Lieutenant O'Rourke. "In fact I can't remember
the last time I went through a whole shift without someone
reporting to sickbay for something or other."

"It must be your Irish luck, Morgan." Beverly answered the
disembodied voice coming from her com-badge. "But if
anything changes, don't hesitate to call."

"Don't worry Doctor," Morgan replied. "There's little
short of a major disaster that we can't handle by
ourselves. You've got us too well trained. Enjoy your
night off. "

"OK, Crusher out." She responded as she tapped her com-
badge to end the transmission.

"Damn," She said to her self as she leaned back into the
chair and closed her eyes. "The crew would have to pick
this night to be extraordinary healthy."

Sleep was out of the question, just as it had been for the
last two nights. Work was her only chance to escape the
dreams. She almost wished for the proverbial "disaster"
that would give her something to do.

As it had for the last few nights, her mind turned to the
holodeck programming packet locked in her desk. It would
be so easy to remove it and transfer it to the main
holodeck. In the six months since she had created the
packet, she had even tried it. If it had been such a
mistake, then why had she even created it. Why didn't she
simply just erase it?

"I wish Deanna were here." She said to herself. "I could
use someone to talk to. She would pick now to attend that
conference on Rigel."

Who else could she talk to? Jean-Luc.....no absolutely
not. There was no one else she was really close enough to
talk to - at least not about this.

Unlocking her desk, she withdrew the computer programming
module and held it in her hand. Even if someone else were
to find it, it would take the voice authorization of the
CMO to access the program. Maybe she should run the
program, after all, wasn't that what the holodeck was for.
Living out one's fantasies.

"Computer," She said, again tapping her com-badge.
"Location of Cadet Wesley Crusher?"

"Cadet Crusher is in main engineering..." said the
artificial female voice.

"Good, he'll be down there for hours." Beverly said to
herself as she ran her fingers across the module. "Maybe
it time I used this."

It had been the return of her son, Welsey, on leave from
Starfleet Academy, that had triggered the return of the
dreams. She had created the holodeck fantasy soon after he
had left for Earth. Lacking the nerve to actually use it,
she had simply locked it away.

Wesley had changed a great deal in a short span of time.
Her forbidden longings for her son returned with a
vengeance soon after he beamed aboard. Now at 17, Wesley
was almost the image of her husband, Jack - dead all these
many years.

>From her medical training, Beverly knew other women had
these fantasies. In fact she knew of a few cultures where
having a son for a lover was not out of the norm. A son
would take his father's place in every way, including in
his mother's bed.

Determined, Beverly placed the module in the open slot on
her console and activated the computer.

"Computer," She said, "Transfer holodeck program Crusher
Alpha One to Holodeck Four, accessible only by voice
authorization of the Chief Medical Officer - code Alpha
Five Two Five."

"Completed....." replied the voice of the computer.

A wide smile crossed Beverly's face as she rose from her
desk and headed for the door. Now that she had made the
decision, she couldn't wait to live out her fantasy.

Exiting the turbolift on deck five, Beverly briskly walked
down the corridor, acknowledging the hello of a few
crewmen with a polite nod. She didn't want to stop and get
involved in a conversation now. In no time she stood at
the doors of Holodeck Four. She took a deep breath, then
activated the Holodeck's imaging system.

"Computer, run program Beverly Alpha One." She said. "Lock
out all external monitoring and access.....Authorization
Crusher Nine Nine Four."

"Program engaged, all external monitoring and access
locked out." Replied the Computer. "You may enter when
ready."

Straightening her shoulders, Beverly stepped between the
sliding door.......and into her own sickbay.

It always amazed her, the detail the computer put into the
holodeck images. If she didn't know better, she would
swear she was actually in sickbay. Her program provided
the location and participants in her fantasy, but unlike a
scripted play, the computer controlled the sequence of
events. It was more fun that way, more real. The idea of
not knowing what would come next made it all the more
exciting.

>From behind her, Beverly heard the sickbay door open and
felt a new presence in the room. Turning she faced the
holodeck created image of her son.

"Wes, you're back early?" She said, remembering the
background information she had programmed into the module.
"What happened to your date with Ensign Carson?"

"I canceled it." Wes replied as he walked across the room.
"I thought it would e more fun to spend the evening with
you."

"Then I'd better get you onto one of the diagnostic
tables," Beverly answered as she motioned to the bed next
to her. "You must have a fever if you'd pass up a date
with a pretty ensign in favor of spending a night with
your old Mom.."

"You're fall from old, Mom." Wesley laughed as he moved
over and lifted himself atop the bed beside Beverly. "In
fact I know a lot of women who wished they looked as good
as you."

Beverly laughed, starting to loose herself in the fantasy.

"I though Deanna Troi was your idea, Wes." I know you've 
spent enough time dreaming about her."

"Deanna's fine, Mom, but she can't compare with you."

"You can't tell me that if you had the chance, you'd pick
me over Deanna?" Beverly asked , feeling a warm tingle
throughout her body as she felt Wesley's eyes covering her
body.

"I can do more than tell you...." Wesley said as he leaned
forward and kissed Beverly.

She was taken aback for a moment as she felt his lips
press against her. Her dreams now had the reality of the
holodeck - a reality that was all too solid.

"Wes....." She exclaimed, a hesitation in her voice." "I'm
your Mother."

"You're also a woman...." Wesley replied as he dropped off
the edge of the bed and stroked her arms. "Can you tell me
you don't want it as much as I do?"

"........No.......I can't....." Beverly admitted, giving
in totally to the fantasy.

With that, Wesley kissed her again, this time harder. She
felt his tongue against her lips and opened to admit it.
Strong young hands cupped her breasts, rubbing the now
erect nipples through the blue material. Beverly could
feel his warm breath on her neck as he kissed his way down
to it. Then he reached behind her and undid the seam the
held her uniform together.

As Wesley gripped a handful of material in each hand, he
suddenly ripped it forward, tearing apart the top of
Beverly's uniform. Suddenly released from the confines of
the jumpsuit, her breasts popped free. Wes smiled in
appreciation at his Mother's breasts, for a woman her age
they were still in fine form. Chalk up another one for
Starfleet physical training.

The young Cadet quickly moved his mouth to the closest
breast, kissing the nipple. His hand closed around it and
helped guide it into his mouth. Beverly sighed as she felt
Wesley's mouth closed around her aureole and his teeth
gently teased her nipple. She could feel the strength in
his arms and wanted to surrender to him totally.

Still playing with the first breast, Wesley moved his
mouth to the second, repeating his attentions to it's
twin. He alternated between little kisses and bites, just
enough pain and pleasure to send electric surges through
Beverly's body.

As her son suckled at her breasts, Beverly reached down
and paced her hand on the hard mound between his legs.
Even covered by the uniform material she could feel the
outline of his hardness. She hadn't seen her son naked
since he was a boy, having always let one of the other
doctors give him his physical. But from the length of the
outline she traced with her fingers, there was one more
thing he had inherited from his father.

Smiling as his Mother cupped his balls, Wesley stepped
back and began to strip, giving the Doctor time to rid
herself of the rest of her uniform. She left only the thin
blue panties, wanting to give Wes the pleasure of taking
them off.

Wesley on the other hand wasted no time in ridding himself
of all his clothing. Standing naked before her, he gently
stroked his hard seven inches as it pointed to the
ceiling. Beverly was pleased that her initial assessment
had been correct.

In a moment, Beverly was on her knees and quickly took
Wesley into her mouth. As she felt his hardness slide
along her tongue, she savored the maleness which assaulted
her nostrils. With quick motions, she covered her son's
cock with a slippery coating of saliva, licking the sides
as she ran her tongue up and down its length. After a few
minutes she was rewarded with a drop of precious precum
which appeared on the tip. Reaching out with the edge of
her tongue, she slowly licked it clean.

Still stroking his erect member with her fingers, she
turned her tongue to his balls. As with the rest of his
body, they were almost hairless. Taking each globe in her
mouth in turn, she sucked them as if they were candy.

Then the Doctor continued between his legs and moved her
head up between the cheeks of his ass. Spreading the
fleshy mounds with her hands, she reached inward with her
tongue and caressed his anal entry. She felt him jump with
excitement as she penetrated him with her tongue. One hand
reached back in front as she continued to stroke his cock.
Timing both her tongue's thrusts with the motions of her
hand, she sent a double spark across the boys body.

Moving her free hand down to between her own legs, Beverly
found herself incredibly wet. With no effort she slid two
fingers within herself and proceeded to masturbate. Even
so she never skipped a beat as she continued to play with
both his cock and ass.

Wesley then reached down and picked Beverly up off the
floor, placing her on top of the examination table.
Spreading her legs, he quickly replaced her fingers with
his tongue. A small layer of girlcum already coated the
red haired mound and Wes quickly licked it clean. Beverly
fingered her clit as Wes continued to lick away at the
center of her sexuality, replacing the girljuice he had
licked away with a fresh coat. Beverly was lost in ecstacy
as she watched her son, or at least a computer created
double go down on her. Never in all those forbidden dreams
had she ever imagined it would feel this good.

"Oh God, Wesley!" She cried out as his tongue found a
particularly sensitive spot. "Lick it.....Lick your
Mother's pussy!"

Ten minutes passed as he did just that. Wave upon wave of
girlcum erupted from Beverly, covering Wesley's face. Each
new surge only drove him harder, determined to induce
another eruption.

"I can't wait any more...." Beverly yelled as she held his
head tight between her legs. "I need you inside
me.......Now!"

With that, Wesley stood up and flipped Beverly onto her
stomach across the diagnostic bed. Spreading her legs as
wide as he could, his guided his rock hard cock to the
tunnel entrance he had emerged from seventeen years
before. In one quick motion he slid it inside, until his
balls slapped against Beverly's ass. Heavily lubricated by
the earlier streams of girljuice, Beverly's tunnel offered
no resistance as he withdrew and then returned with twice
the force.

Wes took a firm grip on Beverly's pelvis and repeated his
withdrawal/reentry again and again. Each time his thrust
carried a little more strength, each time it send another
flush of heat throughout his Mother's body. As Beverly
braced herself against the bed, Wes reached around and
played with Beverly's clit, now that she was no longer
able to do so. Beverly wished she had instructed the
computer to give Wesley an inexhaustible stamina, so that
the pounding could go on for hours. But since she hadn't,
she knew her neo-son had to be near climax.

She felt his body start to stiffen and she quickly pulled
her self from him and spun around. Before the first spurts
of boy cum could shoot forward, she was again on her knees
and licking the head of his cock. As what seemed like
pints of white boyjuice erupted from Wesley, Beverly
caught it all with her face and hungry tongue. Finally the
torrid abated and only a drop remained at the tip of his
cock. Reaching out with her tongue, Beverly licked that
away also.

Sitting naked on the floor, her face still covered with
cum, Beverly was greatly satisfied. It had only been a
computer simulation, but it was as close to the real thing
as she would ever have the courage to try. She gazed up at
the now motionless nude Wesley. If she ever wanted to use
this program again, and she was sure she would. She was
going to have to see about giving the Wesley hologram more
personality. But for now, a hot shower seemed to be the
first priority.

"Computer......end program." She called out as she stood
and wiped her face with the remnants of her uniform.

Her fantasy sickbay faded to the nothingness it had
emerged from, to be replaced by the familiar yellow and
black grid pattern. It was a few seconds before Beverly
realized she wasn't alone. The Wesley hologram was still
there.

"Wesley?" She asked in a quiet confused voice.

"Er......Hi Mom." replied the naked cadet.

"Oh God, Wesley....." Beverly gasped as she realized that
it had been Wesley all along. "How could you.....how did
you....?"

"It wasn't too hard," He began. "Back when Captain Picard
had Geordie put those safety locks on the holosystem so
that only a senior officer could authorize the use of a
crewman's image, I helped Geordie with the project. I put
a sub-routine into the system that would notify me if
anyone tried to use my image. I never imagined it would be
you or for this."

"But all the security locks, my personal code. How did you
get past them?"

"Crusher Delta One Five......remember. The emergency
override code you gave me in case of disaster. You never
changed it after I left for the Academy."

"But why?" She finally asked. "Why did you do it?"

Wesley smiled and reached out and took his Mother's hand.

"Because you're not the only Crusher with this fantasy."
He said softly. "Because I wanted you as much as you
wanted me."

"Oh Wes...." She said as she embraced him. "I love you
so."

"If you want, I'll punch up that program before I go back
to the Academy." He said as he returned the embrace. "It
needs a lot of work."

Beverly didn't answer, she just held his naked body
tightly against her own.

"But first, how bout we head back to our quarters and do a
little more research, just so I know exactly what to add
onto the program."

Beverly looked up at him and smiled. Then she pulled him
close and kissed him.

"Well, when could I ever stand in the way of your
research?" She asked, a gleam in her eye.

END

Cheating Heart

by Ann D.

"Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics class?"
asked a soft musical voice from behind Karen.

"That it is," Karen said as she started to turn around.
"In fact, I'm your instructor, Karen......"

The dark haired woman stopped in mid-sentence as she
turned and looked into the most beautiful green eyes she
had ever seen. They belonged to an oriental girl about 22,
a few inches shorter than Karen's 5"7". Try as she could,
Karen couldn't bring to mind a word to describe her
features. Beautiful was not right, and cute not enough.
Classic was the best Karen could do, and even that didn't
seem really right.

"Excuse me," Karen said, realizing she was staring. "My
name is Karen O'Brien, and like I started to say before I
forgot how to speak was that I'm the instructor for the
course."

"Keiko Yamaguchi," She smiled. "And I guess you're the 
person that I want to see. Is it OK to join in just for
tonight's class. I'm only in town for a few days so I
really don't want to have to join some kind of
membership."

"Well, the people who run this YWCA usually from on that
kind of thing, they're really big on collecting dues and
such." Karen answered, finding herself getting lost in
those emerald pools. "But I guess I can sneak you in, just
don't mention it to anyone else OK?"

"Thanks, I appreciate it." The Japanese woman said and 
headed for the locker room.

As she walked away, Karen found herself staring at her
swaying ass. I'm getting as bad as those jocks in the gym,
she thought to herself. Still, it was a really nice ass.

Halfway through the class, Karen was having a hard time
keeping her mind on the exercise routines. She kept
stealing glances at Keiko in the far end of the third row.
This is silly, she told herself, I'm acting like a
swooning teenage. Not only am I sixteen years older than
her, but I've been in a relationship with Amanda for
almost five years now. She's probably not even into girls
anyway.

After repeating all the arguments to herself, Karen still
found Ms. Yamaguchi the center of her attention. True the
age difference might be a dozen years, nearly double that
which separated her and Amanda. Also true that she'd
always been attracted to older women. Yet times and tastes
change, and after all, Amanda had been gone for the last
four months. It would still be another three weeks before
she returned from the oceanic research cruise the College
had sent her on. Then again, as in the past, this was
after all just a harmless little fantasy. Something to
help keep her warm when she crawled into her empty bed
later that night.

Finally the class was over and the large group of women
headed for the showers. Karen stood behind and picked up a
few loose items. She was wiping the sweat from her face
when she realized she wasn't alone. Turning, she was again
face to face with Keiko Yamaguchi.

"I just wanted to thank you again for letting me into the
class," She said, her voice like a musical instrument.
"You're really very good at this, if I was going to be
around longer I'd definitely sign up for the course."

"Thanks for the compliment," Karen smiled, trying very
hard not to be aware of Keiko's sweat covered breasts a
few feet in front of her. While not very large, they were
in perfect proportion to her size. "I really only do this
part time. During the daytime hours I'm usually a research
assistant over at WRDJ, Channel 3. This just gives me a
chance to keep in shape and make a little extra doing it."

"That's funny....." Keiko laughed. "I'm with Channel 8 out
in Los Angeles, I was out here doing a feature piece on
the trade conference and decided to stay the weekend. I've
never been to New York before."

"You're a reporter?" Karen asked, suddenly interested in
more than the young woman's breasts.

"Well feature stories only so far, but I'm working my way
up. This was the first out of town assignment I've ever
gotten. I take that as a big plus."

"I used to dream of being the person who actually went out
and got the news," Karen said. "But research was as far as
I ever got."

"Well I'm sure that was Channel 3's loss." Keiko replied.

"Everyone else's already showered," Karen said, changing
the subject. "We'd better hurry before there's no more hot
water."

As the two women showered, Karen's thoughts again turned
erotic. She felt the little tingles from between her legs
as she watched Keiko soap up her body. After watching
dozens of out of shape housewives over the last few
months, it was a joy to admire such a fine body. While
Keiko had her back to her, Karen slid a soapy finger into
her own pussy and softly rubbed against the clit, thinking
how nice it would feel to help the golden skinned woman
wash.

A stream of soap tinged water ran down the crack of that
beautiful ass as Karen wished she could just walk over and
kiss it. When the Japanese woman began to wash and squeeze
those bouncy round breasts, Karen had to bite down to keep
from moaning in admiration. She knew what the subject of
her dreams tonight would be.

Drying themselves in the locker room, Karen kept her eyes
on anything but Keiko. She was sure she had been too
obvious in the shower and didn't want to compound it out
here among the other women.

" Damn Amanda for going on the research trip, "She
thought, "Leaving me alone all this time."

As a Professor of Oceanic Studies, Amanda Bishop could
easily take six months off to engage in research, but
Karen wasn't so lucky. That had always been one of the
sticking points of their relationship - the difference in
their economic and social standings. It had come up
before, but had always vanished when they were in bed
together. That was one of the reasons Karen had taken this
part time job at the Y, so she could pay an equal share of
the expenses.

"Karen?" Keiko said as she walked over and sat down beside
Karen who was trying her sneakers. "Do you have any dinner
plans?"

"Dinner plans?" Karen asked questioningly.

"Well I was planning to go out to dinner after the class,
and I really hate eating alone. Besides, I owe you for the
class."

Karen thought about it for a few moments. Thought of what
Amanda would think of her having dinner with a woman half
the Oceanographer's age. She knew Amanda was always
jealous of her spending time with other women, but then
again, Amanda was over six thousand miles away.

"No plans, I'd love to join you." Karen answered with a
wide smile. "Just let me lock up and I'll be right with
you."

Dinner turned out to be at Georgio's, one of the best
Italian Restaurants on the Upper East Side. By the time
the desert came, Karen felt like she'd know Keiko months
instead of a few hours. At first she was worried how she'd
skirt around the issue of her lesbianism. Normally she
didn't care who knew it, but some people were very put off
by it. Her usual attitude was, hey this is what I am, if
you don't like it - tough! But she really didn't want
Keiko to dislike her for any reason. For the first time in
months, she was really enjoying herself. And the question
of whether she had a man in her life never even came up.

"Will there be anything else?" The waiter asked?

"No, that will be it." Keiko said as the waiter placed the
check on the table and she reached into her purse for her
credit card.

"I wish you'd let me at least pay for my own dinner?"
Karen said, her old habit of wanting to pay her own way
cropping up.

"Nonsense," Keiko said as she placed her credit card on
the small tray. "I did invite you after all. Besides, it
all goes on my expense account."

As Keiko again reached for her card and the receipt upon
the waiter's return, Karen spotted something she had
totally overlooked earlier. There on the Japanese woman's
slender left hand was a gold wedding band. She was
married!

The black haired woman's heart sank as her little bubble
burst. Sure it had all been a fantasy, but she wanted it
to end on a happy note. Why hadn't she spotted it earlier?

As they left the restaurant and walked down the street,
Keiko felt the change in Karen.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing," Karen answered, forcing a smile. "Its just
been a long day and all."

"Oh, I'm so sorry I've kept you out so late." Keiko said
apologetically. "I've been enjoying myself so much that
I've completely lost track of the time."

"I guess it is kind of late and you must be wanting to get
back to your hotel," Karen said as she looked at her watch
and noted that it was almost 11. "Its about 08:00 in LA,
you might want to call your husband before you turn in."

"Husband?" Keiko asked, a puzzled look on her face. "What
makes you think I'm married?"

"Well the ring for one thing."

"The ring.... Omigosh I forgot I was even wearing it."
Keiko exclaimed as she looked down at her hand. "I've been
divorced for almost two years now."

"And you still wear his ring?"

"Well actually, this one's a family heirloom, it belonged
to my grandmother. I usually wear it to discourage guys.
You know, they find out your single and right away all you
are is another skirt to get into. They have a hard time
taking you serious after that."

"I know the feeling." Karen said, her smile returning with
the news.

As they walked and talked, Karen noted that they were only
two blocks from her apartment.

"Since you bought the dinner, would you like to come up
for a nightcap?" Karen asked apprehensively. "We can call
you a cab from the apartment."

After a long moment, Keiko said she would love to.

"Make yourself comfortable," Karen said as she turned to
lock the door behind them.

"Nice place," Keiko said as she admired a row of photos on
the mantelpiece. "Your roommate?" She asked as she spotted
a photo of Karen and Amanda taken last year.

"Er yes..." Karen replied. "She's away right now."

"This really is a lovely apartment," Keiko said as she
dropped the subject and moved on. "So unlike the decor you
find in Los Angeles."

Karen quickly poured the nightcaps and handed one to
Keiko.

"New friends," She said raising her glass.

"Definitely!" Keiko responded as she took a drink.

After they both finished the toast, Karen again looked
into those haunting green eyes. Less than a foot separated
them and she felt flush. She knew she should call for the
cab, but she didn't want her fantasy evening to end.

She then leaned forward and kissed Keiko on the lips.

The kiss lasted just a second, and once it was done, Karen
took a step back. She looked into the oriental girl's face
for a reaction but found only the same calmness it had all
evening. Then, suddenly, her face widened into a smile.

"Oh God," Karen exclaimed. "I wanted to do that all
evening. I just wasn't sure how you would take it."

"To tell the truth," Keiko answered. "Until this moment,
neither did I."

She then took a step forward and returned the kiss. This
time they embraced and held the kiss much longer.

"This night has been so wonderful," Karen said, still
holding her. "And I'll understand if you want to leave."

"Actually, I was thinking it might be pretty nice to
stay." was Keiko's reply.

Karen's face just glowed at the response.

Part Two

Karen quickly led the short haired oriental to the couch
and kissed her once again. This time the kiss was long and
deep. She felt Keiko's mouth open, allowing her tongue
easy access. Their tongues met and began to dart in and
out of each others mouths.

While this exchange took place, Karen began to unbutton
Keiko's blouse, slipping her hand within. The Japanese
woman's body trembled as she felt the Irish girl slip her
hand inside her bra. Her hand cupped the small breasts and
soon her fingers began to work their magic on the small
nipples. Keiko let out a soft moan, just to let Karen know
that she wanted her to continue.

The rest of the buttons quickly followed and soon the
light blue blouse was on the floor. The half cup bra
joined it, giving Karen a good look at the golden mounds
she had only glimpsed in the shower.

"They're beautiful...." Karen smiled.

"They're too small..." Keiko countered.

"Nonsense," Karen retorted as she cupped one in each hand.
"Anything more than a mouthful goes to waste anyway."

With that her mouth was on the dark drown nipples, her
tongue covering the small protruding tips.

"Oh that's nice..." Keiko sighed as she felt the wetness
of the white girl's mouth.

Karen continued to make oral love to the Oriental's
breasts, even as her hands moved down and undid the clips
of Keiko's skirt. Keiko shifted a little, lifting her ass
off the couch. With a quick tug, the skirt and panties now
topped the growing pile of clothes.

Karen began to kiss downward, covering the golden belly,
converging on the small triangle of hair below. She was
fascinated by the absence of any real body hair. What
little there was around Keiko's mound was trimmed tight
against the skin. Her own bush was quite large and full,
in preference to Amanda's taste.

Her fingers stroked the outer walls of Keiko's pussy, then
Karen moved closer and kissed it in the center. She could
smell Keiko's perfume, it was obvious that she had put
some there at the gym. As she continued to kiss the outer
edges, she slipped a finger inside. Soon it was followed
by a second, then a third. Finally it was followed by her
probing tongue.

Keiko had stretched her legs as far apart as she could,
balancing herself on the back of the couch. For the moment
she was content to just lay back and enjoy Karen's
ministrations. She couldn't help but note how much nicer
it felt than any of the men who had eaten her. Those few
who had be willing to even try she corrected herself.

For a good ten minutes Karen thrust her eager tongue in
and out of the cavity of oriental delight. Every woman
tasted different, but Keiko was somehow ever more unique.
Perhaps it was just her imagination, perhaps not.

"I want to see you naked!" Keiko said as she pulled Karen
away. "I want to make love to you too."

Karen stood and began to slowing pull her shirt over her
head. The she reached up and played with her large 36 inch
breasts, still within the confines of her bra. Those
beautiful emerald eyes were riveted on her hand as she
undid the front clasp and sent the white material floating
to the floor.

As they popped free, she grabbed a breast in each hand and
gave them a playful squeeze. She had never really been
impressed by breast size, but she could tell Keiko was.

She leaned forward, one knee on the couch and lifted her
right breast to Keiko's mouth. The Japanese girl reached
out with her tongue and lightly licked the already erect
nipple. After a third pass with her tongue, she reached up
and guided the whole of Karen's aureole into her waiting
mouth.

Keiko sucked tenderly at first, like the newborn she in a
way was. Then her motions became stronger and she pulled
more and more flesh into her mouth. While she suckled at
the first breasts, her free hand sought out the second and
fondled it. Soon she switched positions and lifted the
other nipple to her mouth.

Karen let her take her time exploring the new sensation,
remembering her own first experience with a woman. Her own
delight at the first time she had actually touched another
woman's body.

Running her fingers through Keiko's short almost boyish
hair, she whispered sweat words of encouragement. Words
that translated into an increased desire by Keiko to
please her.

Keiko then began to move her attentions down Karen's body,
duplicating the motion Karen had used on her earlier. Have
to give her credit, Karen said to herself, she's a fast
learner.

Keiko's first attempts at cunnilingus were awkward, even a
little rough. Karen reached down and pulled her own lips
aside for the neophyte lover, giving her a clear view of
her objective.

"Take your time," She whispered. "Just lick it softly,
it'll come to you."

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Keiko began to develop a
rhythm of her own and began to send little sparks into the
walls of Karen's love tunnel. I was right, Karen
congratulated herself, defiantly a fast learner.

Soon Keiko was rewarded with her first tastes of girlcum
as Karen's body began to respond in earnest.

"Let's move to the floor." Karen said as she guided Keiko
into a 69 position. "That way we can both enjoy it."

For the next half hour, the two women lapped at each
other, taking turns increasing and decreasing their
passion. Karen knew she was close, but was determined to
hold off until Keiko was ready.

It wasn't long, and both women exploded in unison. Globs
of hot cum gushed from each as they each buried their face
in the other's mound. Keiko had never experienced an
orgasm like this and she wanted it to go on and on. Her
face was covered with love-juice, but she continued to
lick away between Karen's legs. But all good things must
end as they say and finally both were exhausted.

For twenty minutes they lay entangled in each others arms.
Their bodies covered with sweat and cum, they silently
kissed and licked each other.

"I'm so glad I met you tonight," Keiko said softly. "I'd
never have had the courage to try something like this back
home."

"I'm just as glad to have met you," Karen replied as she
kissed Keiko's breast. "It's been so long since I've felt
this good. I wish I could........"

Just then she was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
She let it ring a second time, thinking she should let the
machine pick it up. Then she decided to answer it.

"Hello?" She said, continuing to play with Keiko's
breasts.

"Karen.....can you hear me?" Came the voice on the phone.

It was a few seconds before Karen realized it was Amanda's
voice.

"Amanda?"

"Hi lover, you don't know how delightful it is to hear
your voice." replied the voice over the receiver. "I'm in
Los Angeles."

"Is something wrong?" Karen asked as she let go of Keiko's
breast and lifted herself into a sitting position. "I
thought you would still be out at sea for another few
weeks."

"We had engine problems and had to cut the trip short. I
have to wrap up a few loose ends out here over the
weekend, but I should be home by Sunday night."

"That's great..." Karen said, wondering if she really
meant it.

"Karen, there's something I want to say, something I don't
want to wait for Sunday for you to hear."

"Yes...."

"Baby, I love you, I don't think I've ever realized how
much until the last few weeks. At first I was so involved
in my work that I didn't see how much I hurt you by just
up and leaving like that. Then as I began to miss you more
and more, I knew that no work was worth leaving you
again."

"Oh God Mandy, you don't know how long I've waited to hear
you say that. I can't wait for you to get home."

"Well Sunday's only another day and a half, It'll go by
quickly. I hope you've been taking care of yourself. I was
passing a phone in the hotel lobby, we haven't even
checked in yet, and I suddenly felt the need to call you.
Have you eaten dinner? I know how you get after those
Friday night classes at the Y, you get so worked up you
forget to eat at all."

At Amanda's mention of the aerobic class, Karen suddenly
remembered Keiko was lying beside her. For the moment she
was at a loss for words.

"Karen...are you there?"

"Er yes......I'm here," She said as she saw Keiko sit up
and smile. "Must be the connection."

Keiko brought her finger up to her lips and signaled
silence. There was no need for Karen to mention her lapse
of fidelity.

"I was asking if you've been remembering to east?"

"Oh yes, don't worry about that, I brought a little
Japanese home after the class, it was delicious." Karen
said, smiling as Keiko.

"I didn't know you liked Japanese." Amanda said.

"It's a newly acquired taste." came Karen's answer.

"Honey, Dr. Walsh is calling for me to catch up. I have to
go. I'll be on Continental Flight 203 on Sunday, we'll get
in about 5:30."

"Fine, I'll pick you up then."

"Good-bye love, and when I get home I want to start over.
As far as I'm concerned, anything that happened before
5:30 Sunday never existed."

"That's fine by me, I love you too."

"All right in the world with your lover? Keiko asked.

"Yeh," Karen said sheepishly. "I guess Sunday will be a
new beginning, this time maybe we can make it work."

"I'm glad, maybe when I get back to LA I'll be able to
find someone as nice as you."

"I'm sure you will." Karen said, feeling a little awkward.
"Listen, Keiko, about tonight......"

Keiko placed her outstretched finger on Karen's lips.

"What happened within these four walls will always remain
here." She said. "When I walk out that door, all that will
bind us are memories. A memory I for one will cherish."

Karen just had to reach out and embrace Keiko. Another
time and place things might've been very different. But
deep down she knew she had to give Amanda her chance at
that fresh start.

"You know, "Karen said in a quiet voice. "You don't have
to walk out that door right this minute."

Keeping to her word, the Japanese woman never looked back
when she walked out the door - early Sunday afternoon.

END

Crossing The Line

by Ann Douglas

Book One - Author, Author

"This meeting is never going to end." Cathy Donohue
thought to herself as she looked up on the wall of the
makeshift conference room and saw that it was already
twenty to eleven.

The regular PTA meeting had broken up over an hour ago and
this little gathering of the executive committee was
supposed to be brief. Just a quick chance for the
committee to settle a few outstanding problems before
adjourning for the summer. That was, however, before
Dolores Azucena took the floor. The woman had been
speaking non-stop for over half an hour.

The worst part of it was that Dolores was simply going
over what had become by now a tired and familiar path.
Every small town PTA, just like their big city
counterparts, had their own Dolores Azucena. A frustrated,
stuck up biddy who was determined to save the world from
the immoral attitudes of less enlightened folk.

Dolores's current crusade was directed against the school
boards decision to use the money raised by the PTA to give
Cedar Grove Elementary School Internet Access. It was her
firm contention that opening the doors of the Information
Highway to the youngest citizens of their small town of
20,000 would create a generation of perverts and sex-
addicts. Never mind that it had been explained to her over
and over about the access safeguards that would also be
installed, making it easier for their kids to access the
Playboy channel on their parent's cable television than 
adult material on the Internet. Her only response to that
was that she'd been against adult access on cable as well.

Cathy wondering if Dolores would have a heart attack if
she knew that one of those so called perverts who wrote
erotica online was sitting less than ten feet away from
her. It'd been three years since she'd first tried her
hand at adult fiction under the pen name of Anne
O'Donnell.

The name itself had been something of a private joke. Anne
was her middle name and O'Donnell had been her maiden
name. The response to her stories in that time had been
nothing less than phenomenal. Her fan email after each new
story usually ran from five hundred to a thousand. What
had begun as a lark just to see if she could do it had
become a very serious hobby.

Suppressing a groan as the older woman added yet another
new verse to her litany, Cathy considered that if that
didn't put her into the hospital, she had another little
revelation that most surely would. All of the people
around the table knew Cathy as a wife and mother, cut in
the same mold as most of the woman sitting across from
her. She was sure that even the most liberal of them would
be shocked to learn that for most of her 41 years Cathy
had lived a life exactly like that Dolores was so proud to
rant against.

>From the time she'd had her first experience with another
woman back when she was 16, Cathy had been a confirmed
bisexual. A practice that continued up to this day, even
after 8 years of marriage. In fact her last affair with a
woman she'd met on a business trip to NYC last year had
only ended three months before when the woman moved to the
west coast.

Tuning out the drone of Dolores's voice, Cathy let her
mind wander. It was a favorite little game she liked to
play when she had to kill time. It had come to her over
twenty years before while in Air Force basic training and
she had to spend a lot of time waiting in line. She'd pick
someone around her and weave a sexual fantasy around them.
It was a practice that had really paid off since she'd
started writing erotica.

Glancing up at Dolores, Cathy concluded she'd be hard
pressed to come up with a fantasy for the PTA Vice-
president. It wasn't that she was an unattractive woman,
in fact the opposite was true. Cathy preferred women who
were cute rather than beautiful and Dolores was certainly
cute. The same held true for so many of the PTA members
that Cathy sometimes secretly joked that the initials
stood for Pussy Tits and Ass. It was just that in
Dolores's case she couldn't separate her personality from
her body.

One incident that stuck out in her mind about how much
that personality grated on her occurred last year when
she'd gotten a part time job at the local mall selling
lingerie. She'd distributed sales flyers to all the women
in the PTA since her boss has promised her a bonus if it
brought in new business. It most definitely had and Cathy
had gotten an added bonus when she was asked by so many of
her fellow members to help them judge how they looked in
the skimpiest of outfits.

Dolores of course had pointed out that it was
inappropriate to pass out such material, ignoring the fact
that every spring she did the same with flyers for her
husband's lawn service. So you could've knocked Cathy over
with a feather when Dolores's daughter Maria showed up at
the shop, flyer in hand and asked her to help pick out
something really special.

"I want something," the 23 year old brunette said with a
sparkle in her dark brown eyes. "That's going to make my
boyfriend, Christopher, come in his pants when he sees me
in it."

The image of the naked young woman was still fresh in
Cathy's mind. 5'4", about 120 lbs with a dark complexion,
Maria had the most beautiful pebble-like nipples that
begged to be kissed. It took a lot of self control that
day for her to let the full breasted young woman walked
away.

Across from Dolores, who was still going strong, sat
Alyssia Clark. A few years younger than Cathy, the tall
copper-red haired woman was what you would call a full-
figured woman. Most Men were quick to pass on a woman who
carried more than an extra full pounds but Cathy though it
just made Alyssia look that much sexier. There was nothing
the brunette loved more than cuddling up between a big
soft set of breasts on a cold winter night. She sometimes
wondered about Ms. Clark, since she'd moved to Ceder Grove
only a few years after she herself did. Alyssia described
herself as a widow and immediately set up housekeeping
with another woman in order, she said, to share costs. A
common enough practice for single women, both with
children, but still it made Cathy wonder.

Next to Alyssia sat Lydia Boot. Six years younger than the
redhead, Lydia had been born in the Philippines. Cathy's
height, she had long black shoulder length hair, brown
eyes and the most captivating smile. Curvy and touchable
was the way Cathy always thought of her.

In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina, was Whitney
Wolf. Exactly the same age as Lydia, Whitney was as pale
as she was dark, the gift of a Scottish heritage. Dark
brown eyes peered out from large red glasses. Short curly
brown hair topped a full hourglass figure. Whitney had
also attended that lingerie sale and it was there that
Cathy learned of her taste for bondage when she quietly
asked if the store carrying anything in that line. While
Cathy's downplayed her own experience in that area, she'd
been more than happy to give Whitney a few helpful
suggestions.

Sitting next to Cathy was Stephanie Lai, the youngest of
the group. Only 27, the Chinese woman stood 5'7". Over a
half foot taller than Cathy but 2 lbs lighter, something
she always felt was so unfair, Stephanie had the most
kissable lips Cathy had seen in a long time. More than a
few boring meetings had been spent wondering what it would
be like tasting those lips. The fantasy of spending hours
kissing Stephanie changed abruptly last month when the two
of them were having coffee one morning and the slim Asian
asked Cathy if she knew where she could buy a dildo. The
older woman had to bite down to resist the urge to say
that she had a beautiful strap on upstairs in her night
table and would love to demonstrate it. Instead she
suggested that a mail order house might be the best
choice.

Without much prompting, the image of Stephanie spread out
naked on all fours, her perky little breasts bouncing back
and forth filled Cathy's mind. Kneeling behind her, with a
firm grip on her hips, Cathy's fantasy self pounded away
at the younger woman. Strapped around her crotch was a
long and thick dildo that disappeared and then reappeared
as it penetrated her tight pussy again and again.

Quickly becoming lost in the erotic daydream, Cathy
reached under the table and stroked her the inside of her
thigh. She knew her panties and the bare skin beneath them
were now wet, but she dared not bring her touch closer.
There were things that even she didn't have the nerve to
do. As it was, her attention became so fixed on the
fantasy that she didn't notice when Dolores finally
stopped speaking and Alyssia immediately called for a
motion to adjoin. A motion that was seconded
simultaneously by Whitney and Lydia. She wasn't even aware
that people were getting up to leave until she felt a hand
come to rest on her shoulder.

"Cathy, the meetings over." Sabrina Drake said in her
clipped British accent as she gently nudged her friend.

"Oh, sorry." Cathy replied as she snapped out of her
fantasies and ran her hand through her very short black
hair. "I guess I was daydreaming."

"Dolores has that effect on people." The redhead smiled.
"And I've had to listen to her a lot longer than you
have."

Sabrina Drake was Cathy's best friend in Ceder Grove. A
few inches taller than Cathy, she was also five years
younger. They had become friends six years before when,
eight months pregnant, Cathy had moved into a house on the
same block.

Most of the other neighbors took a wait and see attitude
towards the new arrival from New York City. Sabrina,
having been even more of an outsider with having spent her
first 20 years of life living just outside London, thought
this rather silly. She had shown up that first morning
after the moving vans had left with a map of the area, a
list of helpful tips and a tray holding a still hot
breakfast.

Sabrina was an old hand at the PTA, as her fourth child
finished the third grade. Most of the other mothers of
first graders were ten or more years younger than Cathy so
she was doubly grateful that she already had a close
friend when her daughter started school last September.

"You're the lucky one." The 5'2" brunette said as she
pushed her chair back under the long table. "If you hadn't
gotten that phone call before you'd have had to listened
to Dolores's speech too."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Cathy." Sabrina
whispered. "There wasn't any phone call. I asked the desk
guard to just come in twenty minutes after the meeting
started and say I had one. I've been on the executive
committee too long not to know that Dolores had at least
one more speech in her for the year end meeting."

"Cheat!" Cathy hissed in mock anger as they exited the
room.

"You're only angry because you didn't think of it too."
The 35 year old said.

Both women laughed.

"Did you finish that report for the summer study group you
were working on?" Sabrina asked.

"I have most of it on disk, but our computer crashed
Wednesday night." Cathy replied. "I was on the phone two
hours yesterday with tech support but couldn't get it
working. They promised to have someone come out and take a
look at it on Monday."

"Well just drop the disk off at my house later and I'll
print out what you have."

"Can I just hide out at your house until Monday?" Cathy
quipped in a semi-serious voice. "Jim's going to have a
fit when he gets home from his trip Sunday night and finds
I crashed the system again."

"You do seem to do it pretty often." The younger woman
said.

"Can I help it if the machine doesn't like me." Cathy
laughed.

"I have an idea." Sabrina said after a few moments of
thought. "My son Glen is home from college this week. He's
pretty good with computers, he should be since he's
majoring in them. Why don't I ask him to stop over after
lunch and take a look at it."

"That'd be great." Cathy gushed. "If he gets it up and
running I'll owe you big time."

"You really don't have to owe me, just get me something
nice...." Sabrina said. "Something like.....him over
there." She added as her voice dropped to a whisper.

Cathy tuned to see Dave Hoch, the gym teacher walking down
the hallway from the opposite direction. 6'1" and 215 lbs,
the bearded 39 year old bore a striking resemblance to a
younger Kenny Rogers, right down to the silver streaks in
an otherwise black beard. Striking blue eyes sparkled from
behind round tortoise shell glasses, eclipsed only by a
broad friendly smile. Sabrina whispered a speculation
about a non visible part of his anatomy causing both women
to laugh. As he passed, Dave wondered what the joke was.

Cathy ran a few errands before heading home. Her daughter
had a Scout meeting after school and this was Dora
Fletcher's turn to pick up all the girls and drive them
home. The living room clock was just chiming twelve thirty
as she closed the front door behind her.

Ten minutes later, Cathy had just finished changing out of
the dress she'd worn to the PTA meeting and into a simple
blue skirt and white blouse, when the door bell rang.

Opening the door, she was greeted by a muscular young man
in red gym shorts and a white Empire State University T-
shirt. He stood 5'5" with blue eyes and dark ginger hair.
Cathy's first thought that this couldn't be little Glen.

Then again, she really hadn't seen him since last fall
when he went away to college. Despite having just finished
his freshman year at State, Glen Drake has only just
passed his 17th birthday. Always by Ann Douglas class, he'd
twice skipped a grade during elementary school.

"Hello Mrs. Donohue." He smiled. "My Mom says you've been
having some problems with your computer."

"Oh, yes." She said as she realized that she'd been
staring at the young hunk. "Come on in."

As he stepped inside and Cathy closed the door behind him,
she couldn't help but check out his back view as well.

"Nice ass." She thought to herself.

"So how's college?" She actually said.

"College is great." He replied as he stepped into the
living room. "There's so much to learn and do. I've even
gotten into working out at the gym and biking. Mom kept
drumming into me that I had to exercise my body as well as
my mind."

"Well she's definitely right there." Cathy grinned, hoping
that her look didn't betray a too lustful thought. Like
the fact that if she was 20 years younger and all other
things being equal she'd like to jump his body right here
on the living room carpet. He definitely wasn't what came
to mind when you thought of a computer whiz.

"Should we get started?" He asked.

"What?" Cathy replied in a somewhat confused tone.

"The computer? Where do you keep it.?" he asked.

"Oh, the computer." She answered, telling herself to put
that little fantasy out of her mind. There would be time
enough to explore it fuller when she crawled into her
empty bed tonight. "It's in the work room upstairs. Come
on, I'll show you."

"You've really fixed the place up since the last time I
was here." Glen said as he followed his mother's friend up
the spiral staircase.

"Well with Laura in school now, I have a lot by Ann
Douglas it."

"How's she like school?" He asked as they reached the top
floor.

"Oh she loves it." Cathy said as she opened the door to
the work room. "She actually gets constant A's."

"That's great." Glen commented as he stepped past her and
sat down in front of the computer.

The college student pulled a small leather folder out of
his carry bag and opened it on the desk. As he spread it
open, Cathy could see it was full of brightly colored
floppy disks.

"OK, lets see what we've got." He said as he hit the power
switch and the C:\ prompt appeared on the screen.

Cathy watched as the youth began to type in commands too
fast for her to follow. What Cathy could only describe as
gibberish flashed across the screen as Glen pulled a
bright red disk from his folder and slid it into the "A"
drive. Then he began to type in a new set of commands.

"This doesn't look too bad." He said out loud as he
replaced the red disk with a blue one.

Feeling a little silly standing there with nothing to do
but watch Glen work, Cathy asked if he'd like a soda.

"That'd be great." Glen said, never taking his eyes off
the monitor screen.

"Coke, Pepsi?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any Mountain Dew, would you?"
He said, turning around and looking at Cathy with a broad
smile.

"Let me take a look down in the basement." Cathy said,
admiring his smile. "I think there might be some left over
from our last party."

Glen was already back at work before Cathy exited the
room.

As she looked through the cans of soda stacked in the
basement pantry, Cathy was sure she was going to find a
good use for that vibrator she kept in her night table
tonight. When she really thought about it, she thought it
was funny that she would find Glen so attractive. Back
when she'd been in high school, she really hadn't been
that interested in guys her age. Then again, at that point
in her life, she hadn't been too interested in guys
period.

"Bingo!" she said in triumph as she spotted a green can in
the back of the shelf.

A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a glass full of
ice and a few snacks to go with the soda. As she carefully
navigated the stairs with her burden, Cathy wondered if
Glen would still be working on the computer when supper
time rolled around.

Stepping into the workroom, Cathy's blue eyes opened wide
in amazement as she saw the familiar picture of the
starship Enterprise that served as windows wallpaper
filling the computer's monitor screen. She couldn't have
been gone more than ten minutes.

"You fixed it." She excitedly called out as she set the
tray down on the snack table.

"It was nothing, really." Glen said as he began sprouting
what Cathy categorized as techno-babble. He might look
like a varsity player, but he still had the mind of a
nerd. Finally he came to the point and said he'd like to
run a few more tests on the system.

"Sure, you're the disk-doctor." Cathy laughed, relieved
that she now didn't have to even mention to her husband
that the computer had crashed.

Leaving Glen to his work, Cathy spent the next ten minutes
cleaning up the adjacent bedroom. She was wondering if she
should offer him money for the work he'd done. Even though
he was doing it as a favor for his mother, Cathy felt she
should at least make the gesture. And if he accepted, so
much the better.

"Oh shit!" Glen yelled loud enough to be heard in the next
room.

Cathy dropped what she was doing and rushed out into the
hallway.

"I don't believe it!" He continued.

"What's wrong?" Cathy called out as she burst into the
room, visions of a totally ruined hard drive in her head.

It was a few seconds before Glen took his eyes off the
screen. A screen filled with Windows 95's Explorer and a
few open text files.

"What's the matter?" Cathy asked, unable to imagine what
could've caused the young man's reaction.

"You're Anne O'Donnell!" Glen exclaimed as the older woman
stepped into the room.

"Oh God!" Cathy mentally exclaimed as the words died
stillborn in her throat. It was her worse nightmare come
true.

>From where she now stood, she could see that the open text
files contained two unfinished stories as well as email
addressed to her Anne identity. Mentally she gave herself
a swift kick in the ass. For the longest time she had been
planning to install some sort of security program to
protect those files. A necessity prompted by her
daughter's new found reading skills and her desire to read
anything her eyes came across. She reminded herself every
time she opened one of the files but never seemed to get
around to it. After a moment's reflection, remembering
Glen's skill with the keyboard, a security program
mightn't made a difference.

The young man was still going on, his voice reflecting
both excitement and apology at the same time. His words
were coming out so fast that Cathy had trouble making a
few of them out.

"I really wasn't trying to be nosey." He said. "I was just
checking the file directory and saw the folder 'Anne O'
Donnell'. I thought it must've been some other Anne O'
Donnell. I mean, why would a woman like you save a bunch
of dirty stories? Not that I think there dirty or anything
like that. Then I thought, hey why not, after all they're
really great tales. So I just opened it up to see if it
was really the same Anne and if you had any stories I
didn't have."

The 17 year old finally paused and took a breath. Then he
went right on at the same rapid clip.

"Then instead of a few stories it opened up to another set
of folders - a story archive, unfinished work, email and
story ideas. It took me a few seconds to realize what it
all meant, then it hit me like a brick. It was so obvious.
You're really Anne O' Donnell!"

Still stunned and unable to think of any other
explanation, Cathy nodded her head in confirmation.

"This is unbelievable." He said, his voice still racing
with animation. "Everyone back at school reads your stuff
- both the guys and the girls. I even wrote you a few fan
letters and you answered them. Who'd have believed I was
emailing the lady down the block. I'm
GlenD99@brightstar.com"

Cathy smiled as she recognized the name. His letters had
been quite good and showed a smart young man with quite an
imagination. He'd even shared a few of his fantasies.

The smile faded as Cathy recalled what those fantasies had
been about. Because he had been two years younger than his
classmates the last few years, Glen hadn't really been
that successful with the ladies. Until this year and the
change in his appearance, he'd been considered something
of a nerd, if that was still the term they used. He had
shared his deepest secret a few months back, that he was
still a virgin. Cathy wondered for a moment if that was
still true.

"Wait until I go back to school and tell my friends that I
live down the block from Anne O'Donnell."

That statement caught Cathy's immediate attention,
shattering any idle speculation she might've had about
Glen's virginity.

"No!, you can't!" She snapped back.

Glen was caught off guard by the vehemence of her retort.
That and the look of horror on Cathy's face.

"Glen, you can't tell anyone that I'm Anne O' Donnell."
Cathy said as she composed herself as best she could.
"Most people in this town wouldn't understand. God, I
don't think even your mother would understand and she's my
best friend."

What she didn't say was that if Sabrina didn't understand,
what would someone like Dolores do with that knowledge.
Probably go out and organize a committee, or more likely a
lynch mob, to run her out of town on a rail. After an old
fashion tar and feathering of course.

After Glen thought about it a little he realized that
Cathy was right. He couldn't tell anyone. It would have to
be their secret.

"I guess you're right." He said. "But it seems so unfair.
Everyone would've been so impressed."

"I'm sorry." Cathy said as she saw the disappointment on
his face. "If there was any other way I could help I
would. I really appreciate your fixing my computer. If you
want, I could pay you for that."

"I don't want any money." Glen said as he explained that
he had done the repairs as a favor to his mother. He
paused for a few moments, then his face suddenly lit up
again. "I know how you can make it up to me!" He suddenly
added in an even more thrilled voice.

"I don't like the sound of that." Cathy thought as warning
bells went off in her head. Again her attention drifted
back to his emailed fantasies of having an older woman
initiate him sexually.

"RRRiiiinnnngggggg!"

The abrupt ring of the desktop phone caught Cathy in mid-
word, just as she was about to ask him to explain himself.

"I'll take that in the other room." Cathy said as she
seized on the interruption and practically ran for the
extension in the bedroom. "You wait right here, don't go
anywhere!"

>From the wide eyed look on Glen's face, the older woman
needn't have worried about him going anywhere.

The phone call had turned out to be a saleswoman for the
local cable company. She was surprised by Cathy's
excessive courtesy in declining their latest must have
offer. It was just a reflection of her relief at the much
needed pause.

Staring at herself in the large bedroom mirror, Cathy
debated what she should do. She was sure Glen was going to
ask her to help him live out his fantasy.

She was older than his mother for goodness sake, and not
nearly as attractive. It had always been her personality
that men and women had found attractive. That and a highly
erotic imagination. Why in the world would a good looking
young man like Glen want a 41 year old mother who had to
admit to herself that she'd never quite gotten back into
the shape she'd had before her pregnancy some years
before. Maybe he had a fixation on older women?

Taking a second look at her reflection, Cathy realized
she's sold herself short. True, she wasn't what anyone
would describe as beautiful, but then again she never was.
Even as a teen she preferred to be thought of as cute and
despite the passage of years and the addition of a few
pounds, she still was.

In addition, Glen was looking at her through the eyes of
adulation. Like a lover, he saw what he wanted to see,
even if it reality didn't match the fantasy. What she also
hadn't really considered was that Glen had also been well
exposed to both the personality and imagination that she
so prized. Both were clearly evident in her stories - her
creations.

"What am I thinking?" She asked herself. "This is insane.
Even if he wasn't Sabrina's son, I can't do this. Even
back when I was Anne O' Donnell for real I wouldn't just
meet someone and fall into bed with them." She said to her
reflection in the mirror.

A silent voice answered back. "Be honest with yourself,
Cathy." It said. "You very well could and more than a
number of times very well did do just that."

True, most of those times had been with other women but
enough had been with men to have mattered.

"So what do I do?" she asked her doppelganger.

"What would Anne O' Donnell do?" Come her counterpart's
reply.

Looking deep within herself and being totally honest,
Cathy admitted that the idea of fucking Glen was both
compelling and exciting. It'd been so many years since
she'd done anything that wild and crazy. She found that
she'd missed the feeling.

In the nearly nine years she'd been married, Cathy had
more than a few affairs with other women. Her husband Jim
had both known about them and been comfortable with their
existence. It'd been almost fifteen years since she'd been
with another man and until this moment she couldn't have
imagined any set of circumstances that would've prompted
her to want to try. Yet in all the wildness of her youth,
one of the few things she'd never done was have sex with a
virgin. She was sure Jim would understand how much this
meant to her. How much it would mean to her.

Then, like a rocket, it hit her. She had imperceptibly
gone from debating the idea to justifying it. She had
crossed the line.

"This is crazy!" She mentally repeated to herself as she
stepped out into the hall.

It was a phrase she'd oftentimes reminded herself in her
younger days, usually before some kind of sexual
adventure. With it came the usual response. "Hey, in 20
years who's going to care!"

With a sly smile on her face, Cathy stepped back into the
workroom where a patient Glen hadn't even moved from the
chair in front of the computer.

She pulled another chair from the other side of the room
and rolled it over next to Glen. The more she thought
about it, the more right this seemed. It wasn't just Glen
in front of her, it was every person who had ever read one
of her stories. How many nights had she sat in that very
chair reading email from fans, telling how hot one of her
stories had gotten them. She'd had one hand on the
keyboard and the other beneath the waistband of her
panties.

"So where were we?" Cathy said as she pulled the chair
just a little bit closer. Close enough for the young man
to get both a good whiff of her favorite perfume and a
view down the valley of her breasts. "Oh yeah, you said
something about my making it up to you."

It took a few seconds for Glen to find his voice. When he
found it, it was low and hesitant.

"I err.....what I mean was, I just wanted to ask you
if....."

"Just ask, Glen." Cathy said reassuringly. "I don't bite."
she said with a smile. Mentally she added. "Oh yes I do,
but no one's ever complained."

"I just thought that it would be so great, I mean if it
was all right with you, if you could write a story for
me." he finally stammered out.

"What..???" Cathy replied.

"I'd like you to write a story about my fantasies." he
went on with a little more confidence.

"A story..???" Cathy repeated.

Taking her surprise as a possible rebuff, Glen began to
immediately apologize.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean...."

"No, its OK." Cathy cut in. "You just took me by
surprise."

The return of the smile on his face was proof that her
reassurance had its effect.

"If it's a story you want, then it's a story that you'll
get." Cathy returned with a similar grin.

Deep down, Cathy was actually feeling disappointed. She
had worked herself into a sexual state and now to find out
that all he wanted was a story when he could have had her.

"So what kind of fantasy are we talking about?" Cathy
inquired.

"Well it would be about me and this woman, and we
would....err....I'm not really sure how to describe it."

"Describe it any way you want." Cathy said. "In any terms
you like. I'm not exactly afraid of words. Fuck, suck,
cock, pussy, there just words that describe actions and
objects. They don't bother me."

"Well in the story I would meet this woman..."

"Who is she? What does she look like?" Cathy asked.

"Well she's older, maybe a teacher or someone I'm working
for."

"What color hair does she have?" Cathy asked. "Does she
have big breasts?"

"Err.. I guess she has dark hair and average breasts."

"Like mine?" she asked as she leaned a little more forward
and gave him an even better look down her blouse.

"Yes." he said a little sheepishly.

"OK, we're getting there." the older woman grinned. "And
what happens with the two of you. Does she seduce you?"

"Yes."

"What does she do?" Cathy asked.

"Well, she sort of gets me in a situation and seduces me."

"Does she play with your cock?"

"Yes."

"Does she suck it?"

"Yes." he said, trying to suppress the widening of his
smile.

"Do you fuck her?"

"Yes." he went on, his efforts at restraint totally
abandoned.

"Is she a good fuck?" Cathy asked, amused at the thought
of her sitting in her house discussing with a 17 year old
his sexual fantasies. Then again, only twenty minutes ago
she was pretty sure she'd be making those sexual fantasies
come true.

"I guess so?" Glen replied in a hesitant tone.

"You guess so?" Cathy repeated. "That's a strange answer.
Is she better than any other woman you've been with? Is
she better than your girlfriend?"

Glen didn't have an answer. He just looked at Cathy with a
blank expression.

"Glen, have you ever been with a woman? Do you have a
girlfriend?" she asked.

"Yes, I have a girlfriend." he quickly responded. His
unspoken answer told her that he was still a virgin.

"A girl up at school?" Cathy asked, concentrating on the
part of the question he had answered.

"No, I've been dating Beverly Friedman here in town when I
come home on weekends and breaks."

That surprised Cathy. Not that he was dating Beverly who
was on the high school's cheerleader squad, after all, he
was a handsome young man. What surprised her was that he
hadn't slept with her. If all the gossip were to be
believed, Beverly had already gone through most of the
football team.

"Let's get back to the story." Cathy said. "How does she
start?"

"She begins to rub my cock...."

The mention of his cock caused Cathy to look down between
his legs. Sure enough, he had a raging hard-on. Not
surprising considering their discussion. The outline
against his gym shorts showed a length of about seven
inches. Pretty impressive, she had to admit.

"You mean like this." Cathy asked as she placed her long
slender fingers on his erection.

"Oh shit!" Glen exclaimed.

"Feels nice, doesn't it?" Cathy asked as she ran her
fingers up and down his cloth encased cock.

"Oh yes!"

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked.

"Oh no!" he blurted out as he leaned back in the chair and
enjoyed her touch.

Cathy slid her fingers down the length of his cock and
across the soft skin of his leg. On her return path, she
slid her hand under the material of his shorts until it
made contact with his hard flesh itself. This brought
another even louder sigh from Glen.

"You know Glen..." she said as she played with his cock.
"When you first said there was a way for me to pay you
back for fixing the computer, I thought you were going to
ask to sleep with me."

"Oh no, I wouldn't ask anything like that." he quickly
interjected.

"Of course you wouldn't." Cathy said softly as she noted
that the young cock in her hand was getting even harder.
"But to tell the truth, I was pretty excited by the idea."

Glen's breathing was beginning to become labored. At the
rate she was going, it would only be a matter of time
before he shot his load, tight into Cathy's soft hand.

"In fact, I was just a little disappointed when my
assumption turned out to be a mistake." she went on. "So
what we have here is a set of choices."

"Choices?" Glen gasped as he tried to keep up with the
conversation.

"I could keep this up, and in about a minute or two you'd
come all over my hand. Or, if you're really feeling
daring, we could take this a little further."

Distracted by the rising fire in his balls, Glen's
attention kept drifting. He knew that Cathy was saying
something important, but somehow the reality of her hand
on his cock blotted everything else out.

"My hand on your cock feels nice, doesn't it." she
repeated, not expecting an answer. "Of course it does.
But tell me, how nice do you think it would feel if I put
it in my mouth instead. Or for that matter, what do you
think it would feel like if my pussy was wrapped around
it?"

That got his total attention. He didn't even react when
Cathy took her hand off his cock.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, Glen?" Cathy asked,
has Beverly ever done that for you?"

"No, I mean yes. I mean, no, she's never done that and yes
I'd really want you to." he babbled.

"Stand up then." Cathy said.

As he rose to his feet, Cathy took hold of his gym shorts
and pulled them and his briefs down to his ankles. His
rock hard cock sprang upward as it was exposed to the open
air. With a hunger, she pressed her face against it and
kissed the base of it.

"Mmmm, it tastes so nice." she said as she ran her tongue
up and down the length of his young manhood. "So
masculine." she added before she dropped to her knees and
glided her tongue around the crown before slipping its
fullness between her lips.

The sudden wetness that engulfed his cock sent a wave of
dizziness through Glen's brain. This couldn't really be
happening. This couldn't be his mother's best friend on
her knees giving him his first blow-job. It had to be a
dream. Any second now he would wake up and find himself
lying in his bed with a pair of cum filled underpants.

But the sudden rush of pressure that exploded up and out
of his balls told him that dream or not, he was about to
climax like he'd never done before. Even better than that
night Beverly had jerked him off when they had parked over
by the lake.

Experience told Cathy that the young man had reached the
limit of his self-control. Like any other man his age,
that limit was set at a very low level of stimulation. She
felt the first drop of milky white impact against the back
of her mouth and immediately pulled his cock as deep as it
would go within her.

Only a second later that single drop was followed by a
torrid that splattered across her mouth, covering every
inch with a sticky coating. Cathy swallowed the steady
stream as fast as she could, taking note that a young
man's sperm had its own special flavor. Perhaps she'd been
too hasty in her youth when she ignored guys her own age.
This thought was interrupted by yet another spurt from his
cock.

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 young 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.

Even youth has its limits and the fourth burst was less
than half the third. Cathy knew he was spent and took him
deep within her mouth one last time and began to wash him
clean. By the time his now semi-limp organ slipped from
her mouth, few remnants of her efforts remained.

"Now that was fun, wasn't it?" she laughed as she got up
off her knees.

"Oh God, that was unbelievable." Glen said, finally
admitting to himself that it had actually happened and
wasn't a dream.

"There's a lot more fun we can have if you want." Cathy
said as she gave his hanging cock a playful tug. "We can
see how this little toy feels when it has a tight pussy
wrapped around it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Glen looked at her in amazement. She really meant it. She
was going to let him fuck her. Of course he'd say yes.
After that incredible and unexpected cocksucking, Glen
imagined even the parish priest would have a hard time
saying no.

"But pleasing a woman is about a lot more than just
getting your cock hard and sticking it in her." Cathy said
as she released his cock. "Let's see what we can teach
you."

Taking a step backward, the dark haired woman reached up
and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her 34c bust
might not be as firm as it was when she was 20, but it was
still impressive. It was just a matter of how you used it.

Glen watched in fascination as the view of her breasts
grew with each open button. It wasn't long before the
white blouse hung totally open and the only thing covering
her luscious mounds was a thin white bra.

"It opens in the front." Cathy said as she took a step
closer and invited the young man to unwrap her.

Excited, he reached out and fumbled with the clasp. It
took three attempts before it opened in his trembling
fingers. As the material fell away, he placed an
outstretched hand under each globe, delighting in both the
softness and warmth of each.

He'd felt Beverly up while they were making out, but this
was the first time he'd actually seen a real naked breast.

"Go ahead, play with them." Cathy said as she enjoyed the
touch of his hands against her flesh. "You can even kiss
them if you want."

Needing little urging, Glen ran his hands across her
breasts again and again, finding fascination in the way
her nipples became erect as he rubbed them. Cathy's
breasts seemed bigger than he'd imagined them to be, but
then again, perhaps he'd never really took the time to
look at them in the proper perspective.

Carefully he lifted one nipple to his mouth and licked it,
bringing a soft moan of encouragement to his ears. Up at
school some of the guys had let him join in when they
watched porno tapes. He tried to remember how the men in
them had "sucked tit."

The older woman gave him a few minutes to just enjoy
himself and become comfortable with his actions. He kept a
breast in each hand, squeezing the softness of each and
comparing it with the hardness of each nipple. Raising one
to his mouth, he began to suck on it in earnest. He was
rough at first, but Cathy guided him in a soft
understanding voice, teaching him how to use his tongue.
Then how to suck the nipple into his mouth and use his
teeth to give just the right touch of pleasure/pain.

Moving to the other breast, Glen showed that he was indeed
a quick learner. Cathy arched back and closed her eyes in
enjoyment as the teen 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,
Glen's cock would be buried in her already wet pussy.

"This can work both ways you know." Cathy said as she slid
her fingers under the edge of his T-shirt and pulled it up
and over his head. She pressed her lips against the
lightly haired chest and kissed her way to his own
nipples. Running her tongue across them again and again,
she showed that they too could get hard. Then she
demonstrated the instructions she had given him only a few
minutes before so that he would know in the future how it
felt when he did it again. To his surprise it felt really
nice. For some reason, he never considered the idea that
the nipples on a guy would be a sexually exciting area or
that a man could feel the same excitement as a woman when
they were kissed there.

Cathy took her time orally playing with his nipples before
pulling his head down to hers and kissing him full on the
lips. It was the first time she had done it and in many
ways, Glen found it more erotic than the blow job she'd
given him. A second kiss followed and this time Glen felt
her tongue pass between his lips and into his mouth.
Electricity seemed to spark as he felt her tongue touch
his, playing with it as it moved around in his mouth.
Instinctively he pressed forward with his own appendage as
she opened her lips to admit it. Of course he'd heard
about French kissing but none of the girls he'd dated did
that sort of thing. It was funny, from what he heard, some
girls would actually sooner suck your cock than have you
trade tongues with them.

Back and forth their tongues flew as they kissed again and
again. While they necked, Cathy reached down and cupped
his balls. Gliding her hand upward, she tested his cock's
renewed hardness. It wouldn't be too long before he was
ready again.

"Can I see your pussy?" Glen suddenly asked.

"Why of course you can." Cathy answered. "In fact I was
just about to suggest that. There's something else I'd
like to show you how to do."

Cathy broke their embrace and moved back a few paces. She
undid the clasp of her blue skirt and let it drop to the
floor. Beneath it she wore a pair of plain blue panties,
they too quickly made their way to the clothing pile on
the floor.

The first thing Glen noticed was that unlike all the
pictures he'd seen in video's and magazines, there was no
hair between Cathy's legs. Her pussy was as bare as a
teenage girl's. When she was younger, Cathy explained she
used to shave her crotch because she thought it was sexy
but later gave it up because it became too much trouble,
contenting herself with a tightly trimmed bush instead.
Then one day she noticed more than a few gray and white
pubic hairs when drying herself off after a shower. The
hair had been banished that day, never to return.

"It made me feel old." she laughed.

"I don't think I could ever think of you as old again."
Glen remarked.

It was the "again" in his remark that bothered her. Prior
to this afternoon, he had seen her as old.

"Well you wanted to get a good look at it." Cathy said as
she raised one leg up onto the chair. "You're not going to
get one way over there."

Now it was Glen's turn to get down on his knees as he
moved beneath Cathy's outstretched legs. She'd reached
down and parted the lips of her cunt to give him a full
unhindered look. Only a few inches away, Glen couldn't
help but think that the only word to describe it was
"nasty."

"What do you think?" Cathy asked.

"It's beautiful." he lied.

"I want you to kiss it." Cathy said. "I want you to lick
my pussy and taste how sweet the juices can be."

Somewhat hesitantly, Glen lifted his head to comply. He
was afraid if he said that he didn't want to, his lessons
in love would end here and now. For the chance to finally
get laid he could put up with it for a little while. After
all, hadn't a few of the guys back in school said it
wasn't so bad if you kept reminding yourself what was
going to come after it.

Clumsily at first, he simply tried to take the whole thing
in his mouth like he had Cathy's nipples. Then he settled
down and began to lick up and down, using his hand to
expose more of the pink softness within. After a few 
minutes, he decided that it wasn't so bad after all. In
fact, it was kind of fun. A fun that was made even more so
by the melody of delight issuing from Cathy's lips.

>From the books on sex that he'd read, he knew what the
clitoris was, although he was sure he was the first of his
friends here in town 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 new
found lover. The taste of female honey filled his mouth
and this too was surprisingly sweet. So much for all the
fish smell jokes he'd heard.

Cathy's cunt grew wetter with each passing minute. She
guided Glen'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. Even an
experienced woman as herself had a limit on self control
and she was quickly reaching hers. Her body cried out for
his hard cock and she was no longer willing to wait for
it. She lifted herself off his now eager face and stepped
away from him.

The look of disappointment that filled his face quickly
faded however as she took him by the hand and motioned for
the door.

"Why don't we move to the bedroom." she said in a lust
filled voice. "I know a cherry that needs popping."

The centerpiece of the master bedroom was a large
oversized bed that took up a good part of the room. When
Cathy and her husband had gone shopping for a new bedroom
set they'd fallen in love with the large oak piece. It was
twice the size a couple of their heights needed but as
Cathy joked afterward, it isn't as if we only used it for
sleeping.

With a look of glee on her face, a naked Cathy jumped to
the center of the bed, pulling an equally naked Glen
behind her. She pulled his lips to hers and kissed him
with all the fire she had inside her. Not since the first
time with her husband-to-be had she gotten herself this
worked up with a man. With the added excitement that this
was Glen's first time, it might very well turn into the
hottest she'd ever been with a man.

"Fuck me!" she whispered into his ear as she held him
tightly against her. "I want that big hard cock in my
pussy."

That said, she dropped back against the four pillows that
were piled in front of the headboard and spread her legs
in invitation. Normally she preferred the female superior
position with her on top, but she figured Glen would like
this position better.

Without hesitation for he was as horny as she was, if not
more so, Glen climbed on top of her. He kissed her again
and continued to kiss his way down to her breasts. While
he did, Cathy reached down and took hold of his rigid
member and guided it to her waiting cunt.

"Fuck me!" she said again, this time in a much louder
tone. "Fill my pussy with that cock!"

Glen smiled as he replaced Cathy's hand around his cock
with his own. 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 skin. 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!" Cathy cried out as she felt his 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. She also
wrapped her legs around his back, restricting the length
of his strokes but increasing their frequency.

With every ounce of energy he could muster, Glen thrusted
his cock into his Cathy again and again. A thousand nights
of fantasy fueled his passion. That the realization of his
nighttime dreams would come at the hand of his mother's
best friend only seemed to make it more exciting. The
walls of her pussy felt so good as they wrapped around his
cock. Glen had been masturbating since he was 13 but he
never imagined that anything could feel as good as this.

Sweat covered both their bodies as they thrashed back and
forth atop the wide bed. Cathy continued to hold him
tightly, his face pressed tightly against her own. She
continued to murmur quiet words of encouragement, not that
they were needed. In between, she alternated between
licking and nibbling on his ear.

"Oh your cock feels so good inside of me." she purred as a
familiar pleasing wave of passion crested across her body.
"You're such a good lover."

Glen was sure she was only saying that to make him feel
good. But even if the words were faked, the reactions of
her body to his weren't. He might not be the greatest
lover but he knew he was bringing her pleasure. The
neophyte lover only hoped it was equal to that she was
bringing to him.

After what seemed like an eternity, Cathy felt Glen's body
began to tense, signaling an imminent explosion within
him. His first climax within a woman. She grabbed him as
hard as she could and pulled him as far inside her as
possible.

Cathy held him tight, preventing him from moving so that
he could savor the feeling of release she knew was coming.
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 his seed 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 pressed her lips against his. She kissed her young
lover passionately again and again. 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.

Finally it was done and his hot, sweat covered body
collapsed upon hers. Too exhausted to even lift himself,
he just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually
it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped
from within her.

Wrapping her arms around him, Cathy ran her fingers across
his back and down to his ass. His body felt so warm and
nice against hers, she hoped he shared the feeling of
contentment that filled her.

"So I guess now I'm a man." Glen said as he lifted his
head off her breasts.

"Sweetheart, you were already a man." Cathy said in a soft
voice. "You just have a little experience now, that's
all." she added as she kissed the top of his head.

They lay there for about a half hour, just kissing,
touching and talking. Glen understood that this had been a
one time thing and Cathy was sure he'd never tell another
soul. Glancing at the clock on the night table, Cathy said
that he'd have to go because her daughter would be home
from scouts in half an hour.

She'd considered offering him the use of her shower as
they were both soaked to the skin. Then remembering how
much she loved sex in the shower, she decided she didn't
trust herself enough not to jump in after him. It just
wouldn't do to have Dora show up with the girls and find
the two of them going at it again.

"I'm sorry I can't offer you a shower." she said.

"No problem, I'll just tell my mom that I was exercising."
he replied. "It's not really a lie, is it." he laughed.

Glen's mentioning Sabrina brought Cathy back to cold
reality. God, she had fucked her friend's teenage son.
What would Sabrina say if she knew?

The fear only lasted a minute. One creed that Cathy had
followed all her life was never look back. You can't
change what was or spent your time worrying about what
might be.

"I guess this means I don't get my story." Glen quipped as
he pushed the ends of his T-shirt into his shorts."

"Lover, I'm going to write you the best story you ever
read." she said as she gave him one last kiss. "And I'm
going to put it online so that all the world will know
what a great lover you are."

"That's a lie." he replied. "But it gives me a goal to
shoot for. I'll settle for that."

"Fair enough." Cathy said, then switched to a serious
tone. "Glen, remember the concept of the four walls I once
mentioned in my letters."

"Yeah, I remember." he replied. "What happens between
these four walls, stays between these four walls."

"Exactly, now you'd better get going."

Pausing only to retrieve his computer tools, he did just
that.

Cathy took a quick shower as not to smell of sex when Dora
showed up. Enjoying the feel of the hot water against her
skin, she reflected on what had just happened. Stepping
out of the shower, she looked at her reflection in the
mirror and asked for the hundredth time.

"Had it been worth it?"

Her reflection smiled back and said. "Damn right it was."

Book Two - A Secret No More

Six weeks had gone by since that afternoon with Glen and
the whole encounter had already receded to memory as far
as Cathy was concerned. She'd kept her promise and written
Glen his story, and after changing the names had put it on
line.

True to his word, Glen had never mentioned what happened,
not even in his email response to her posting. Never even
eluding that he was the character in her story, Glen
merely stated that he thought the tale was her best work
ever. He was away at the summer camp he worked at now and
mentioned that he'd taken up with a fellow counselor named
Judy Winters. They got along great and hopefully he'd get
to know her a lot better in time.

Glen's mother had just gotten back from a two week
vacation in the Caribbean. She'd called Cathy the other
day and invited her over for lunch. Unfortunately Cathy
couldn't make it and countered with an invitation to come
over and share a dip in the pool and lunch. The
temperature was going to hit 90 today and Sabrina had
readily agreed. Jim had taken Laura to spend the weekend
at her grandmother's house so they would have peace and
quiet. Cathy didn't exactly get along with her mother-in-
law so both parties were more than willing to accept a
flimsy excuse as to why she stood home.

For once the weathermen had hit it right on the money and
the mercury crested at 90 just about noon. Cathy was
floating in the pool enjoying the solitude and being
thankful that she hadn't gone to her in-laws. Cathy and
Jim had put a lot of work into their backyard over the
years and it had become their private refuge. The inground
pool opened onto a large deck which in turn led to the
kitchen's patio doors. Beyond the pool was a play area,
complete with swing set and slide. The entire yard was
surrounded by a natural barrier of trees that provided a
lot more privacy than the six foot fences allowed by the
towns building regulations. It was one of the reasons
they'd bought the house at the end of town. If only more
days could be like this.

"Hello!" called out a cheery voice from the front of the
house.

"Back here, Sabrina!" Cathy called out as she coasted to
the side of the pool.

The high wooden door opened and in stepped Sabrina. 5'5"
and a trim 110lbs, the redhead had her shoulder length
hair tied back in a ponytail and tucked under a black
baseball cap. She wore a simple white T-shirt with "banana
republic" written across her firm breasts and a short pair
of blue pants. In the two weeks she'd been away, Sabrina
had acquired a deep rich tan of which Cathy was
immediately jealous. Try as she could, every time she
tried to get a tan like that the most she would wind up
with was a nasty sunburn.

"Welcome back." Cathy said as she propped herself up on
the pool's edge.

"Thanks." Sabrina smiled as she reached up and removed the
dark round sunglasses she'd been wearing. "It was a lot a
fun but it's nice to be back home."

"Well you picked a fine day to come over for a swim."
Cathy said. "And before I say anything else, I hate you
for that tan." she laughingly added.

"Remember, jealousy killed the cat!" Sabrina shot back.

"That was curiosity!" countered Cathy.

"Close enough." the younger woman chuckled.

"That out of the way, why don't you run inside and
change." said Cathy. "The water feels great. I left the
kitchen door open."

"I've already got my suit on." Sabrina noted as she took
hold of the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and over
her head.

Beneath the shirt Sabrina wore a rather skimpy white
bikini top that barely contained her 36c mounds. It was
immediately evident that her tan was an all over tan. Four
kids and the 35 year old still had a body that most 25
year olds would die for. A good diet and three days a week
in the gym will do that for you.

"Nice suit." Cathy noted.

"Just something I bought to take with me on the cruise."
Sabrina remarked.

"I'm surprised something like that held up."

"I only said I brought it with me. I never said I wore
it." the redhead smirked.

"So I noticed." came the reply.

The shorts followed and with a powerful leap, she drove
into the deep end of the pool. After completing a full lap
of the pool she glided up alongside Cathy.

"That felt good." she smiled.

"I told you." said her host. "Now tell me everything about
your trip."

For the next half hour, Sabrina described cruising the
Caribbean. The fun in the sun, the trips to the islands,
the late night dancing and the food.

"Oh the food, it was so wonderful and there was so much
of it." Sabrina said. "I must've put on ten pounds."

"Yeah, I'll bet." Cathy said in a tone laced with sarcasm.

"Speaking of food, what's for lunch." Sabrina asked. "I
could eat a horse."

"One horse coming up." Cathy said as she lifted herself
out of the water.

Sabrina followed and Cathy handed her a large bath towel.
Wrapping the towels around themselves, they moved into the
kitchen.

With the central air running, the house was a good 20
degrees cooler. After the swim, the cooler environment was
like heaven. They finished drying off and piled the towels
on a kitchen chair.

"Oh no, we're fresh out of horse." Cathy said in mock
horror as she looked in the refrigerator. "I guess we'll
have to settle for chicken salad."

"That's fine."

As they ate, Cathy continued to ask questions about the
cruise. Sabrina didn't mind really, but after a while it
became evident that she had something else on her mind.

"You mind if I ask a question for a change." Sabrina said
as she finished describing the midnight dance on their
last night aboard.

"Of course." Cathy said as she poured herself another 
glass of wine and took a sip.

"I'm curious." Sabrina said as she placed her own glass on
the countertop. "Was Glen a good fuck?"

"What?!?!" Cathy gasped, almost choking on the wine she'd
just drunk.

"Glen, my son." Sabrina said in a serious tone. "The young
man you screwed last month. I hope you haven't forgotten
him already."

Cathy sat cold silent for what seemed like an eternity.
Finally she said. "Sabrina, I don't know what to say? What
you must think of me?"

"I have to confess that when I first found out I was
furious." Sabrina answered. "Then after I thought about it
a few days, I began to see it in a different light."

Not knowing where her friend was going with this, Cathy
was afraid to interrupt.

"Glen's an adult and it's time I accepted that.
Eventually, he was going to sleep with a woman. In fact I
should be surprised it's taken this long. After all, he's
turned into quite a handsome young man."

She paused for a breath and took another sip of wine.

"Of course I thought it would be someone like Beverly
Friedman, not a woman older than his mother."

"Ouch, that hurt" Cathy thought.

"Then again, at least I don't have to worry that you're
going to show up at the front door with a baby in your
arms and looking for Glen." she paused a second then
added. "I don't do I?"

"No." Cathy said quietly.

"That's good. Now where was I? Oh yes, eventually I began
to look at it all as a positive thing. Glen seems to have
a lot more confidence around women now, in fact he's got a
girlfriend up at camp and they've even slept together
already."

Another pause, another drink.

"I wonder if I'd feel the same way if I'd had a 17 year
old daughter instead and you were a 41 year old man.
Probably not. I realize that's somewhat hypocritical, but
then so are so many things in life."

For the first time since Sabrina asked her bombshell
question, Cathy let out a sigh of relief. It was looking
like she could talk her way out of this. She'd admit it
was a mistake and promise that nothing like that would
ever happen again.

"Glen didn't tell me any of this by the way." Sabrina
continued. "I know he promised he'd keep it a secret and I
wouldn't want you to think he was a liar."

The redhead took a final long pull on her glass, emptying
the contents. The moments passed as she let the older
woman wonder how she found out about that lust filled June
afternoon.

"Every since he was 12 and we got him his first computer,
Glen's kept a journal on it." Sabrina finally began to
explain. "He got the idea from that TV show about the kid
doctor. Anyway, every single night he's made an entry.
Every secret of his life goes into it. He even emails his
daily entries from his laptop to the PC in his room. I
guess he feels that way he won't be tempted to edit them
later."

"And you read his diary?" Cathy asked.

"Yes, I know it's an invasion of privacy and all that."
Sabrina said, "But if that's the price I pay for keeping
my son out of trouble then I'll gladly pay it. That's how
I know about his new love as well."

"You think he'd encrypt something like that, computer
genius that he is." Cathy said, thinking after she
finished that it sounded like she was making fun of him.

"Oh he does." his mother said. "But Glen is nothing if not
a person of habit. He hasn't changed the password to those
files since he was 13. Even back then, it only took me a
few days to figure out the password was the dog's name."

"So can I assume that you're now all right with all this."
Cathy said, holding her breath as she waited for an
answer.

"Yeah, pretty much so." Sabrina smiled at last.

"Thank God!" Cathy said. "I'd really hate to lose your
friendship. It really means a lot to me."

"I just wanted to have my say about it." Sabrina
concluded. "Then we'll put it behind us."

"Great!" Cathy replied with relief as she took a large
drink of wine, emptying her own glass.

"Now, Anne O' Donnell, that I really found interesting."
Sabrina abruptly changed the subject as Cathy once more
gagged on her drink.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" Cathy mentally repeated to
herself as she felt like she'd fallen from the proverbial
frying pan into the fire.

"Don't worry." Sabrina said reassuringly. "I don't care if
you wrote those stories. Who do you think I am, Dolores?"

The renewed image of what someone like Dolores could do
with the knowledge of Cathy's authorship sent a shiver
down her back.

"Actually, I thought most of them were pretty good." she
went on. "I printed out hard copies of them all and took
them on the cruise with me in a binder. I told Tom it was
some work from the office that I wanted to catch up on
while I got some sun. He thought it rather silly that I'd
take something like that on vacation but since I only read
it while he was playing cards or such, he really didn't
mind. In fact, since I came to bed incredibly horny every
night, he really didn't mind about anything."

Cathy couldn't help but notice the wicked smile on
Sabrina's face.

"It took almost the whole two weeks to read the forty nine
stories, I wondered where you ever found the time to do it
all."

"Well I've been doing it for a couple of years now." Cathy
offered in way of explanation.

"Really?" the younger woman went on. "I also recognized
more than a few characters based on common acquaintances.
It must have been fun putting then in such interesting
situations?"

"Actually, yes it was."

"One thing I did find somewhat curious." Sabrina noted as
she poured more yet wine for both of them. "How come there
weren't any characters based on me? If nothing else, the
fact that a great many of the women in your tales have red
hair should've qualified me in that regard."

"I guess I couldn't think of you in that manner." came the
explanation as Cathy drank some more wine as well.

"Really?" Sabrina said in surprise. "Could it be that you
didn't want to write about me because it was too close to
what you really wanted? Could it be that you wanted me for
real and not just in an erotic fantasy."

Between the numerous glasses of wine and the topic of
conversation, Cathy was beginning to feel somewhat
uncomfortable. She really wasn't used to being on the
defensive.

"Would you be shocked if I told you that you're not the
only one who's had female lovers in her life?" Sabrina
suddenly said.

Cathy's mouth opened wide in surprise. It was almost the
last thing she would've ever expected Sabrina was to admit
to. The only thing that would've shocked her more would've
been an admission of incest.

"Based on all the writings of Anne O' Donnell that I read
from Glen's computer, I'm sure I've nowhere near the
experience that you've had. But all told, I've had three
women as lovers.

She paused and could see the unasked questions on Cathy's
face. Sabrina knew she wanted to ask about her affairs but
was torn between that urge and her desire not to push too
deep. Sabrina was more than happy to tell more, thinking
that she'd gone this far and saw no reason to stop now.

"The first was when I was 19, back while I still lived in
England." she began. "It was a year after Glen was born
and I was still going to the University. My boyfriend,
Glen's father, had disappeared when I became pregnant. It
was all I could do to keep it all together."

"You mean Tom isn't Glen's father?" asked the older woman.

"No, he's not." her friend answered. "And that's something
no one in town knows - not even Glen. It was something Tom
and I decided a long time ago."

"I've already forgotten it." Cathy said.

"Good. Like I said, it was real tough going back then.
Sometimes when I take the life style I live now too much
for granted, I think about those months of trying to get
by on a twenty pounds sterling a week and it puts it all
in perspective."

Cathy continued to listen, fascinated by the story as she
opened a second bottle of wine and refilled their glasses.

"As you might've imagined, my parents were somewhat upset
with my pregnancy. Still, even with the circumstances,
they loved being grandparents. Mom was more than happy to
take care of the baby while I continued school and worked
at the cinema at night."

"That was were I met Amanda Nelson. She worked the
concession stand with me. In spite of the 15 years between
us, we became very good friends. Eventually, we became a
lot more. I suppose in hindsight it would be easy to say
that she seduced me, but the reality was that we were both
recovering from recent losses and just found solace in
each other's bed."

"Nine months later I met Thomas Drake. Despite the fact
that he like Amanda was much older than me, we were
married less than a year later. Six months after the
wedding I found myself pregnant again and when the
opportunity to relocate to his Corporation's American
offices came up, we jumped at it. Both of us decided that
a new clean start was just what we needed."

"Michael was the first American born Drake. When he turned
one I went back to school and got my degree. It was also
there that I had my second bisexual affair with another
student. It wasn't anything serious, more recreation sex
than anything else - just enough to deal with the stress
of being wife, mother and student."

"The last time was right here in Cedar Grove." Sabrina
said as she made a sweeping gesture with her wine glass.
"I guess that was more or less right after you moved here.
I can't tell you much about that one because, aside from
it being the most brief, the woman involved still lives
here in town. We were only together a few times and she
decided after that she really wasn't comfortable with the
idea. And before you ask, yes you do know her but that's
all I'm going to say on that subject."

"Amazing!" Cathy thought as she was about to take another
sip of wine then decided she'd had too much already.
"There was so much I didn't know about my best friend.
Then again, there was so much she didn't know about me
either."

"I guess it's only fair that I share a few secrets as
well." she replied. "That is unless you wouldn't be
interested."

"Oh I'm sure I'd be very interested." Sabrina replied as
she made herself a little more comfortable on the high
stool next to Cathy and took another taste of wine. Unlike
her older friend, she hadn't reached her limit.

Cathy thought about it all for a few moments and then
started at the beginning, as good a place to start as any.
She told her how she'd had her first experience with a
woman. When she was 17, she'd gotten a summer job at a
lingerie store in the local mall. Her boss, who was also
the owner, was a rather attractive woman named Elizabeth
whom Cathy suspected was a lesbian. One night after they'd
completed the inventory of some new merchandise, they'd
celebrated on some wine and cheese from one of the mall's
upscale delicatessens. The conversation had drifted to sex
and Cathy had confided that she had stronger feelings for
women she knew that any of the guys she dated. Like in
Sabrina's case, it would be too easy to say that Elizabeth
had seduced her. After all, how could a teenage girl be
the aggressor with a 39 year old woman. But true be told,
Cathy had definitely been the dominant party that night
and had begun an affair that lasted over a year.

Even before her fling with Liz had run its course, Cathy
had a few more lovers. They came in all sizes and shapes -
diversity seemed to bring an added excitement to it all.
The one thing that they all had in common was that they
were all much older than she was. Girls her own age really
didn't appeal to her at all. This pattern continued for a
number of years. She still dated men as well and even had
a few affairs with them. She couldn't complain about the
sex because that was always fun regardless of her
partner's gender. It was just that she couldn't find the
same satisfaction in other aspects of a relationship with
a man.

By the time she was 30, Cathy had all but given up
attempting relationships with men and dated women
exclusively. In fact by that point, it had been almost
five years since she'd had sex with a man. She didn't view
it as a defeat or anything like that, merely as an
acceptance of how her life had progressed.

Then in late '88 she'd come home from the Club Med in
Martinique with a new lover, Carol Donohue. A reporter for
a New York Newspaper, they'd struck up a friendship and
decided to spent some time together when they got home.
Neither had any illusions that their relationship was
based on anything but great sex,. But as long as they both
were happy with that - that was enough.

They were making love in her bedroom the afternoon they
got home when they were interrupted by Carol's younger
brother. He had been checking on her apartment while she
was away and thought she wasn't coming home until the
weekend.

Jim had known his sister was a lesbian since he was 19 so
he wasn't shocked on finding her in bed with another
woman. As least he took it as well as any guy would when
he walked in on his sister with her face buried between
someone else's legs.

After apologies on both sides, Carol made them lunch.
During table talk, they discovered that Cathy and Jim had
a common passion for both history and science fiction. Out
of that somewhat auspicious beginning developed a
friendship that grew to love. A love that told Cathy that
she'd found the soulmate she'd always craved and she
wasn't about to lose him simply because he hadn't turned
out to be the gender she'd expected.

Less than a year later they were married, their daughter
was born thirteen months after that. Every day was a new
adventure for them and as long as her somewhat
extracurricular sexual activities were confined to women,
Jim was able to accept them. She really couldn't explain
to someone else as to how their marriage remained strong
under those circumstances, it was enough to say that it
did.

"And how did he feel about you and Glen?" Sabrina asked as
she put down her glass and then pushed it away. "Or didn't
you tell him about that."

"Yes, I told him." she answered. "I think the fact that I
was with another man and tried to hide it would cause more
damage than if I told him. I can't say he was overjoyed
about it, but he said he understood the passions that
drove me and would accept that it would never happen
again."

"I knew that you'd led a rather interesting life, but not
that fascinating." Sabrina remarked. "I almost feel
jealous."

"Don't. There were more than a few major downsides as
well. I just don't dwell on the negatives."

"So here we are." Sabrina said.

"So here we are." Cathy repeated. "And where do we go from
here?"

Sabrina seemed to think about it for a few fleeting
moments. Then she leaned across the short nineteen inches
that separated their two chair and kissed her long time
friend. Unlike the hundreds of kisses they'd exchanged
over the many years of their friendship, this one was full
of lust and passion.

The soft caress of Sabrina's lips against her own caught
Cathy momentarily by surprise, but she'd have to stress
the momentary aspect of her astonishment. By the time she
felt the pressure of her friend's tongue between those
lips, she was more than willing to open and admit it.
Returning all the enthusiasm that her friend was putting
into the kiss, Cathy was sorry to have it end and
immediately returned the affectionate touch. As she did,
she felt an equally gentle hand embrace her breast,
lightly kneading them and squeezing her nipples. The dark
haired woman placed her hand over Sabrina's and guided it
to her heart.

"You were saying, where do we go from here?" Sabrina said
in a soft whisper as their lips parted.

"Yes." Cathy answered in an equally low tone, her head
swimming from the effect of both the kiss and the wine.

"Why don't we go up to your bedroom?" Sabrina suggested.
"I'm sure we'll be much more comfortable there."

The beaming grin on Cathy's face showed that she thought
that was a very delightful suggestion indeed.

Like two children who'd suddenly given the keys to a candy
store, the women raced through the house and up the spiral
staircase. Cathy won the mini-race and as a reward Sabrina
reached up and around from behind and took hold of her
breasts. She slipped her nimble fingers under the thin
material of the older woman's bikini top, playing those
skillful digits across her already hardened nipples. Cathy
spun around in her arms and kissed her fiercely. Both
women quickly undid each other's tops and both garments
dropped to the floor.

Continuing to exchange kisses, they rubbed their breasts
against each other, generating a friction heat that they
knew was only the beginning.

"Mmm, that feels nice." Sabrina purred as Cathy rubbed her
smaller mounds against the taller woman's tanned globes,
making nipple to nipple contact.

"How'd you like to start with a massage?" Cathy asked.

"I thought this was a massage." Sabrina grinned.

"It gets better." Cathy answered. "Why don't you lay down
on the bed."

With a silent smile, Sabrina complied with the request and
stretched out on the soft top sheet. Her naked breasts
pressed into the bed, Sabrina began to reach down and pull
off her panties.

"No, I'll do that." Cathy said as she reached down and
stop her tanned hands.

Joining her friend on the mattress, Cathy straddled her
and began to rub her neck. As her fingers worked, she
leaned over and began to kiss her way down her back. She
started at her neck and slowly transversed the warm flesh
with both her fingers and lips, whispering terms of
endearment as she went.

As she moved, her hand drifted alongside Sabrina's breasts
and traced a fine line down them with her nails. When she
reached the top edge of Sabrina's bikini briefs, she took
hold of the waistband with her teeth and pulled them down,
exposing the plump tanned cheeks of Sabrina's ass. The
woman beneath her lifted herself a few inches off the
surface of the bed to allow Cathy to draw the briefs down
and off her legs.

"This is a surprise." Cathy chuckled as she looked down
and spotted a teddy bear tattoo on the fatty part of
Sabrina's left cheek. On impulse she kissed it.

A new series of kisses followed as Cathy covered both
cheeks. Her tongue left a shiny trail that began just at
the crack between her valley and went down and across to
the hairy red mound on the other end.

Stretching out her fingers against those mounds, she
exposed Sabrina's sex and pressed her tongue deep within
her.

"Ooooo" Sabrina moaned as she again lifted herself to give
greater access.

With all the skill she'd gained over the last twenty-four
years, Cathy played her new lover's pussy like a musical
instrument. Each motion of her slippery tongue sent little
charges of electricity through her friend. She savored the
taste that coated her tongue, a delight she wouldn't have
ever dared hoped for, even in her dreams.

As much as she wanted this to go on forever, she knew
there were still many pleasures she wanted to share with
her new love.

She spun Sabrina over and turned her own body around so
that the tanned woman would have access to her own cunt.
She easily slid the remains of her own bathing suit to the
floor and once more climbed on top.

Sabrina stared in fascination at the sight of her friend's
naked cunt only a few inches from her mouth. She hadn't
seen a naked pussy since she was in junior high school,
and even then it had been a distant look in the girl's
showers. Her son's description of it in his journal didn't
do it justice. It was beautiful. The scent of Cathy's sex
was almost overpowering, and to her delight she learned
with her first lick that the taste was all she hoped it
would be. Cathy lowered her pelvis, so that Sabrina could
have easier access to her wet cunt. She gave Sabrina free
reign, allowing her to set the pace of her actions.

Slowly at first, Sabrina licked her lover, exploring her
womanhood, savoring her taste. Then she began to quicken
the pace until she reached a rhythm that sent little
ripples throughout Cathy's body. As they slowly built in
intensity, Cathy knew they would eventually lead to
orgasm.

Satisfied that Sabrina was comfortable and well on her
way, Cathy turned her attentions back to the now saturated
mound before her own mouth. Parting Sabrina's lips, she
quickly went to work and expertly matched Sabrina's
rhythm. Their bodies were in sync as they heaved and
sweated in a building passion.

The rising waves of ecstasy filling her body told Cathy
that Sabrina was definitely a diamond in the raw. What
would she be like with some more practice. As she felt
herself cresting, the 41 year pressed her naked cunt down
against Sabrina's face, while simultaneously driving her
own tongue as deep inside Sabrina as it would go. Their
orgasm was almost simultaneous, and as powerful as any
Cathy had experienced.

They lay there wrapped in each other's embrace, gathering
their energies for a few minutes. Both knew the best was
yet to come.

"Know what turned me on the most in your stories?" Sabrina
said as she stroked her lover's breasts. "The way some of
the women in your stories used toys. You know, dildo's and
such. Do you have things like that?"

Cathy smiled and leaned over the side of the bed. From the
bottom draw of the night table, the dark haired woman
withdrew a bright red string bag. She undid the laces and
dumped the contents on the bed.

"Take your pick?" she laughed.

"Oh my." Sabrina said as she looked at the collection
spread out in front of her.

There were assorted vibrators, as well as a variety of
dildos - both stand alone and strap ons. Also in evidence
were a few light bondage items such as cloth restraints
and a blindfold.

Cathy had to conceal a laugh as Sabrina picked up each
item and examined it. It was obvious that it was the first
time she had actually seen some of these items. Finally
she picked up a strap on in each hand and held them up.
One was a small thin model, the other long and thick.

"I guess one size doesn't fit all." she giggled.

"Well actually, that one's an anal model." Cathy said,
indicating the smaller version.

"Yuck!" Sabrina grimaced as she dropped it back on the
bed. "I could never get into that."

"As a matter of fact, that one belongs to Jim." Cathy
added.

"Jim?" Sabrina repeated. "Why would Jim need a.....?

Then it hit her. The dildo wasn't for Jim to use on
Cathy...it was for her to use on him. She picked it up and
examined it again. Looking back at her friend, Sabrina
mentally pictured her wearing the strap on and fucking her
husband. Surprisingly, she found the image highly erotic.

"Can we try this one?" she asked, indicating the larger
one.

"Of course we can." Cathy replied. "Do you want to wear it
or should I?

"Could you wear it?" Sabrina asked, a sense of hunger
evident in her voice.

The tone of her voice was a familiar one to Cathy, but one
that she would never have previously associated with her
friend. It was the voice of a submissive. Cathy had know
enough female submissives in her life to recognize it
instantly.

Thinking about it later, the sudden revelation would seem
like less of a surprise. It wasn't that uncommon for
people who had to be so responsible and in control all the
time liked to be the total opposite sexually.

Falling right into what was a familiar role, Cathy held
the dildo against her pussy and began to simulate a male
masturbation motion. She shook the rubber cock a few times
to get Sabrina's attention, not that it wasn't glued to
the artificial prick.

"Why don't you come over and give "big boy" here a little
suck." she said. "Get him nice and hard!"

Sabrina crawled across the bed and took Cathy's "cock"
into her mouth. Slowly she slid it deep inside her mouth,
covering it with saliva. Running her tongue up and down
the length, she began to act as if it were real. With all
the skill she exhibited on the false phallus, Cathy
would've been begging for more had it been real.

"You're a real cock-sucker, aren't you?" Cathy laughed as
she got turned on even more watching Sabrina swallow the
full length of her "cock" once again.

With a slight reluctance, she took hold of the dildo and
pulled it from the redhead's eager mouth. Slipping her
legs through the straps, she began to pull them tight.

"Baby, get ready for the fucking of your life!" Cathy said
as the last strap tightened as far as it would go and the
dildo sat flush against her pussy, giving her the
appearance of a first class hard on.

Looking over her shoulder to watch Cathy adjust the straps
of the rubber phallic, Sabrina assumed a doggy position
across the bed. Cathy was right in guessing that,deep
inside, she'd always had a secret submissive streak.
Always having to be in control all the time was no fun.
For once she'd like to just let go.

>From a blue tube that was in the bag, Cathy smeared a
large amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her
dildo. Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between
Sabrina's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy.
She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.

"Oooo" moaned Sabrina as she felt the initial intrusion.

Cathy pressed her naked body up against the back of
Sabrina's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned
the head against the now saturated tunnel.

"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Cathy whispered into
Sabrina's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to
love this." she added with a kiss.

With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up
and down the length of Sabrina's pussy before taking a
firm grip and pushing it within her.

"Aaaaa!" Sabrina yelled as she felt herself being
penetrated.

"Relax." Cathy said as she eased the dildo out a little,
before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first
attempt.

Cathy reach around and rubbed her fingers against
Sabrina's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it
gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic
motions against the small nub at the top of Sabrina's cunt
helped distract her from the pain as Cathy began to thrust
deeper within her with an ever increased frequency.

Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing
pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Cathy could
feel the walls of Sabrina's cunt grabbing hold of her as
she thrusted inside her one more time.

"You love this, don't you?" Cathy asked between thrusts as
she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her
ass hard against her.

"Oh yes," Sabrina panted as she began to match Cathy's
rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her.

Cathy slid her hands up and down Sabrina's body as she
continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her
fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used then
to pull Sabrina against her time after time. Cathy always
got off fucking other women in this way, she loved to be
in control.

An added dimension to Sabrina's enjoyment was the thought
that it was right here on this same bed a few weeks ago
that her son had fucked a woman for the very first time.
Not just any woman, but the lust filled bitch that was
fucking her with abandon.

Cathy pushed Sabrina's head and shoulders down across the
oversized pillows, giving her greater access to the depths
of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love
button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot
sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the
energy and passion of unrestricted sex.

Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Cathy grabbed
Sabrina's long hair and pulled her head back. With a
fierce fire in her dark eyes, Cathy pressed her lips hard
against the helpless woman beneath her. The taste of their
tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to
within an inch of the abyss.

"Deeper." Sabrina gasped as Cathy's tongue slid out of her
mouth.

Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible
for Cathy to get any more inside Sabrina. At least in the
position they were in.

"On the floor!" Cathy commanded as she pulled the dildo
all the way out. "On your back!"

Not even giving Sabrina time to comply, the younger woman
pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later
and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched
legs.

Sabrina screamed in ecstasy as Cathy drove the dildo its
full length within her. Cathy's smaller mounds pressed
hard against Sabrina's globes, causing an electric
tingling as their nipples touched.

Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover,
Cathy's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she
knew was imminent. Beneath her, Sabrina was lost in a
similar state.

Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Cathy
was taken by surprise when Sabrina reached up with her
legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to
penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped
around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock.

"Fuck me!" Sabrina screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry
so loud that for a moment Cathy wondered it she could be
heard out on the street.

One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that
had been building within the two of them. Both bodies
jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake
that ripped through each of them.

Sabrina drove her nails deep into Cathy's back as an
orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Cathy continued to plummet
the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her
own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of
control.

Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss
was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the
sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms.
Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced
uncontrolled.

As has been written many times, all good things must end
and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled
and their sweat drenched bodies began to untangle from
each other. Sabrina was still aware of the massive cock-
toy still filling ever inch of her cavity. The feeling was
so unlike that she had after a violent love session with a
man. Usually she was faced with a small feeling of
disappointment as she felt his cock soften and slip from
her. Instead it was now a constant reminder of the joy she
had just experienced.

Cathy was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on
from within Sabrina. Instead she simply stoked her now
cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires
of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she
wanted to do was rest.

"Oh God, that was so fantastic!'' Sabrina said as she sat
up and leaned against Cathy's sweaty naked form. "I can't
believe how much fun that was."

"I thought you'd like it." Cathy said as she ran her
finger along the length of her toy cock and then brought
the now wet digit up to her mouth.

"Mmmm, finger licking good." she quipped.

"I wish we'd done this years ago." Sabrina sighed as she
rested her head on Cathy's shoulder.

"No sense regretting yesterday." Cathy said. "Not when
every tomorrow is a new adventure."

"You know, you never answered my question?" Sabrina said
as she kissed Cathy's cheek.

"What was that?" Cathy asked.

"Was Glen a good fuck?"

Cathy thought about it for a long moment as she ran her
fingers across Sabrina's breasts. Then she tilted her head
close to her lover's and whispered.

"Yes he was, but not as good a fuck as his mother."

Dropping her head back and closing her eyes, Cathy
promised herself that unlike that afternoon with Glen,
this performance was definitely going to be repeated.

END

Deja Vu

Part One

by Ann Douglas

(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)

"Oh grandmother, I still can't believe it!" The young
blonde haired woman exclaimed as she gushed with
excitement. "Two days from now I'm going to be in Europe."

"Well its nothing that you don't deserve." The older woman
smiled back. "I'm very proud of you, and all that you've
accomplished."

"I don't think Mother would agree with you on that." Jenny
D'Angelo replied. "She thinks the entire trip is a
colossal waste of money."

"Your mother thinks everything is a waste of money."
Connie D'Angelo laughed. "And besides, it's my money
that's paying for this trip, so she doesn't have anything
to complain about."

With that, Jenny joined in the laughter. She knew she
really shouldn't be enjoying a joke at her mother's
expense, but she couldn't help it. In many ways, Connie
had always been closer to her than her mother. Despite the
38 years separating them, they were more like girlfriends
than family. The trip to Europe had been Connie's idea.
She had been so impressed when Jenny graduated from High
School a year early and then gained acceptance to an Ivy
League College.

In addition to covering all the expenses for three months
on the continent, Connie was also buying Jenny a new
wardrobe for the trip. Between the two of them, they had
two shopping bags full. The rest of what they had bought
would be delivered to Connie's tomorrow. Knowing her
daughter-in- law would have something to say about all the
new clothes, Connie had wisely put her own address on the
deliveries.

"It's still early, what say we head over to Kou-Feng's for
lunch." Connie suggested.

"Great." Jenny responded. "But only if you let me treat
you this time."

"All right." was the reply.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

An hour and a half later, the two women had lunch behind
them and were headed down Main St. Along the way, both
women turned men's heads. An action that they both took so
much for granted that neither gave it much thought.

Jenny was 5'5", with long blonde hair that ran to the
midpoint of her back. Deeply tanned, she wore a pretty
yellow blouse and a short blue skirt. A firm set of
breasts pressed against the yellow material, highlighting
a youthful, athletic figure. She had been on the
gymnastics team in school and all the hours spent
practicing were self-evident.

Standing a few inches taller than her granddaughter,
Connie long ago gave up trying to keep a slim figure.
Instead she had concentrating on keeping her body firm and
hard. Extra pounds she may have gained over the years, but
very little of it was fat. She worked out as much as she
could, maintaining a form that most woman her age could
only envy. Blessed with a more than full figured bust when
still in her teens, she couldn't defy the long term
effects of the laws of gravity. But no one said that she
had to submit to them without a fight. What gray that
dared appeared in her hair was banished by frequent trips
to her hairdressers.

Connie wanted to put as much as she could into this last
day she would spend with her beloved granddaughter. She
was really going to miss Jenny, but glad she was able to
give her the opportunity to travel. She had considered
going along with her, but eventually rejected the idea.
Better Jenny go with the other girls from her school. It
would be a better experience letting her be on her own.

It had taken all her authority as the matriarch of the
D'Angelo family to get Jenny's parents to agree to the
trip. Stephen, her son, had been more than willing to let
Jenny go. He had a great deal of faith in his daughter,
and knew that he could trust her accordingly.

Stephen's wife Barbara, on the other hand, had been
opposed to the trip from day one. It was a waste of money
she'd said. A young girl couldn't be trusted out on her
own. Why when she was her age....

Connie remembered all too well what Barbara, or Babs as
she liked to be called then, was like at that age. She was
a simple minded blonde airhead that more than lived up to
the stereotype. She was, Connie believed, her son's one
great mistake in his life. Try as she could, Connie had
been unable to keep him from being swayed by a pretty face
and a big set of boobs. Nothing that could have come out
of her mouth was going to carry more weight than the
things Babs was doing with hers.

So she had reluctantly watched when they married at 19. A
year later, she could almost forgive Babs for marrying her
son when she gave birth to Jenny. It turned out that Babs,
now calling herself Barbara once again, couldn't find the
time among all her social activities to give Jenny all the
attention she deserved. Over the last 17 years, Connie had
been more than happy to fill the void.

"I've copied down all the places you told me to see."
Jenny said as they crossed the intersection. "Sometimes I
wish you were going with me."

"We've already gone over that." Connie said as she stepped
onto the curb. "You'll have a much better time with your
friends." She added, wondering if she really believed
that.

"Maybe, but I wish......."

"Hey Jenny, Jenny D'Angelo!" Said a strong masculine voice
from the right of the two women.

Jenny turned around and saw the tall dark haired young man
who had called her. He stood about 6'1" and had short
curly black hair. The muscles of his chest and arms were
highly defined and it was obvious that he took exercise
seriously. The blue T-shirt he wore clung to him like a
second skin. Legs as well developed as his arms stretched
out from a pair of red shorts.

"Hi Jenny." He repeated.

"Jack!" The girl exclaimed as she jumped forward and gave
him a sisterly hug. "When did you get back?"

"Last week, I'm staying at my mom's." Jack answered.

"It's so good to see you again." Jenny continued, her eyes
never leaving his face.

"You too," He replied. "I heard how you graduated a year
early. I knew you could do it."

"Thanks." Jenny beamed. "So what are you doing now."

"Football scholarship at State." Jack answered. "But I
still need to work during the summer to cover some of the
extras." He added as he handed her one of the flyers he
had been passing out.

A quiet cough from behind Jenny reminded her of her
grandmother's presence. Slightly red at her oversight, she
turned and introduced her.

"Grandmother, this is Jack Marziatto." She said. "Jack,
this my grandmother, Connie D'Angelo. Jenny continued
turning back to Jack.

"Jack and I both went to school together, he graduated
last year." She continued.

"That's something that your granddaughter deserves most of
the credit for." Jack interjected. "If not for her
tutoring, I'd have been in the fifth year of high school
instead of the freshman year at State.

"You passed the exams." Jenny laughed. "I just helped you
study."

"Marziatto, I used to know a Marziatto family a long time
ago." Connie said as she looked at the young man's face, a
strange look on her own. "They lived over on 10 St."

"That would've been my grandparents." Jack answered. "They
moved over to Bakersville in the early sixties. My parents
moved back here about ten years ago when I was 9."

"Come to think of it, I only remember the Marziatto's
having four daughters." Connie remarked. "How could you
have the same last name?"

Part Two

"Well that's a little piece of the family skeleton." Jack
replied, the humor in his voice showing that he had no
problem dismissing the long ago scandal as anything but
ancient history. "Grandma got divorced after being married
about five years. It was such a messy divorced that she
had both her son's names legally changed to Marziatto."

"And your grandfather was?" Connie asked, a look of
anticipation on her face.

"Johnny Coravelli." He replied. "Why, did you know him
too?"

Connie's face now went pale as all the blood seemed to
drain from it. She felt dizzy for a second and had to take
a moment to compose herself.

"Grandmother!" Jenny called out as she saw her stagger for
a moment.

"I'm OK," She lied. "Just felt dizzy for a moment. Getting
old can be a real bitch at times." She added with a laugh.

"I'm sorry, Jack." She said as she took a deep breath and
regained control of herself. "You were saying?"

"His name was Johnny Coravelli." He repeated. "In fact I
was named for him. My dad didn't share grandma's aversion
to his memory. Did you know him?"

"I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell." The older
woman said. "It was a very long time ago after all."

"I guess so." Jack said. "I'm sure if you'd known him
you'd remember. He was a musician. My dad told me he was
quite a character. Always getting into some kind of
trouble or another. I met him a few times a couple of
years ago. That really set off grandma. I can still hear
her going on about what a good for nothing he was. Then,
when he got me a tattoo for my 16th birthday, she really
went through the roof."

"He got you a tattoo?" Jenny gasped.

"Just a little one." Jack said as he pushed up the left
sleeve of his shirt, revealing a small blue shark on his
upper biceps. "He had one just like it."

"He must've been quiet a character indeed." Connie
remarked as she stared at the tattoo, trying to sound
dispassionate.

"That he was. It's a pity he passed away last year. He was
only 57. The doctor said it was too many years of abusing
his body with one thing or another."

"Well its good to see that you don't take after him in
that respect." Connie noted, taking another long good look
at the young man.

"No, I try to take care of myself." He answered. "But
that's way too much about me." Jack concluded as he turned
to Jenny. "What about you, what have you been doing?"

Connie didn't seem to hear as Jenny told Jack all about
her impending trip to Europe and how she would be going
away to college in the fall. The older woman's attention
was riveted on the muscular young man. She seemed to be
studying every feature of his face, something she hadn't
done in a long long time.

"I guess I've kept you much too long." Jack finally said.

With that, Connie finally snapped back to her
surroundings.

"You must have a lot of things to do before your trip and
I've got to get back to handing these things out." He
concluded as he indicated the pile of flyers in his hand.

Connie took one of the flyers and glanced at it. It was an
advertisement for a small group of college boys, calling
themselves, Jocks Inc., who hired themselves out to do odd
jobs over the summer. She recognized the masthead, she had
hired two of them last year to paint the guest house. It
was a good way for them to raise money for school.

With a smile and a wave, Jenny said good- bye.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Soon they reached the parking lot where they had left
Connie's car. After storing the bags in the trunk, Connie
slid behind the wheel. No sooner had they pulled out into
traffic when Connie turned to her granddaughter.

"A really nice young man." She remarked. "Very good
looking too. Are you sure all you did was tutor him?"

"Well...we did go out a few times." Jenny admitted. "But
nothing really came of it."

"Did you sleep with him?" Connie asked nonchalantly.

"Grandmother!" Jenny shot back in a mixture of mock anger
and surprise.

It wasn't that Connie had asked if she had sexual
relations that surprised Jenny. It was that she had asked
about if she had done it with someone specific. Something
she had never done before.

After all, it had been Connie that she had come to last
year when she had decided that she was old enough to make
that decision on her own. Knowing that Barbara's attitude 
on the subject was, "Well if she's going to do it, what
can I do about it," Connie again took her mother's place.

She'd sat Jenny down and explained to her the pro and cons
of being sexually active. Of how she thought she had all
the answers when she was Jenny's age, when in reality she
had been very ignorant. It didn't take a mathematical
genius to figure out that Jenny's father had been born six
months after the wedding. That all said, she had made an
appointment for her at one of the best Gynecologists in
town and had the doctor help her choose the best form of
birth control for her.

"Oh Jack and I made out all right." She finally replied,
enjoying the ease she could talk to her grandmother about
anything. "But in the end we decided that sleeping
together wouldn't be the right thing to do. I'm really not
looking for just a good fuck, I want there to be something
more between us. Jack was enough of a friend to understand
that. I mean, I'm sure the sex would've been great. But I
want to be able to have something else afterwards. Jack's
the complete opposite. He just wants to have a little fun,
and not have to worry too much about tomorrow. Once we got
that worked out, we became great friends."

"I see." Was Connie's only reply.

Part Three

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It had only been a week since Jenny had left for London
and already Connie missed her terribly. She had talked to
her on the phone a few hours ago and was overjoyed to know
that she was having a great time. Yet no sooner had the
receiver dropped back on the cradle when she was again
filled with an emptiness.

"I should have never given up control of the restaurants."
Connie said out loud to herself as she turned off the
television. "At least that would've given me something to
occupy my time."

Five years before, on her fiftieth birthday, Connie had
turned over the control of the three D'Angelo restaurants
to her children. In addition to Stephen, she had a second
son named Peter who was now 35. Her daughter Angela had
just turned 31.

Aside from Jenny's mother, Connie was more than pleased
with her children's marriages. Each of her children had
been given a share in their own restaurant as well as
operational control. Connie of course retained majority
control of D'Angelo Enterprises.

Hers was still the final word. She owned that much to her
late husband. Vinnie had literally worked himself to
death, suffering a fatal heart attack when he was only 46.
It was his dream to see the single family restaurant that
he'd inherited from his own father grow into a chain.
Connie had made sure that dream had come true.

It was her distrust of Barbara that caused her to hold her
shares. Deep down, she believed that her daughter in law
didn't have the desire for hard work that running the
restaurants required. If she had any real control, she
would quickly be pushing the other's to sell out for a
fast buck. Peter and Angela understood that. When Connie
died, her shares would skip a generation and be split
between the 7 grandchildren. She had arranged for trust
funds for all of them. Each would get their full shares on
their 21st birthday.

Connie loved all her grandchildren, but it was always
Jenny that occupied a special place in her heart. She was
more like a daughter than a granddaughter, a reflection of
what Connie was like when she was that young.

"When I was that young." Connie repeated to herself. "When
I was that young I definitely wasn't sitting around the
house feeling sorry for myself."

With that, she rose from the chair and went looking for
her address book. What she needed was a little
companionship. Maybe even a little roll in the sack.
Connie had hardly been celibate in the dozen years of her
widowhood. She'd been actively pursued by a number of men,
even taken a few as lovers. But most lost interest when
they finally discovered that if marriage was a
possibility, any control of D'Angelo's wasn't.

Twice in the last ten years she'd even had one night
stands with younger men. Both times with the summer help
that she hired to fill in for her waiters when they went
on vacation. The young men never stood long and no one
ever knew. It gave her an ego boost to know she could
still satisfy a younger man.

In fact, during her first year of widowhood, Connie had
even had a brief lesbian fling with Maria Fortunato, one
of her neighbors. It was Maria who had initiated the
affair and Connie had been curious enough to let it
develop. Most people thought it was so nice for Maria, a
widow in her own right, to spent so much time with Connie
during that difficult first year. No one ever suspected
what was really going on. When the traditional mourning
period finally ended, the men began to call once again and
the affair faded of its own accord. It had been an
interesting experience to say the least and had helped
fill a temporary void in her life.

Connie made a few calls, but had no luck. It was already
Friday night and most of them men she knew had already
made plans for the weekend. Those that she knew would be
available were available for good reason and she wasn't
that desperate.

Putting the book back down, Connie picked up the light
blue advertisement sitting next to it on her desk. It was
the flyer she had been given by Jenny's friend. She
remembered that she had called them the other day to hire
one of the boys to work on her patio deck this weekend.
Bill Ross or something like that, was the boy they had
told her would be coming. Just as well she stood home
tonight.

"Maybe I should have just asked them to send me over a
young stud." Connie laughed to herself.

Her laugh filled the room for a few seconds, then silence
returned. The house once again seemed very empty.

"You are definitely getting to be a horny old lady, Connie
D'Angelo." Connie thought as she dropped the sheet onto
the table.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Late that night, long after dinner, Connie found herself
unable to sleep. Uneasy with the whole idea of sleeping
pills, she instead poured herself a glass of wine. Still,
sleep would not come. By the time she was on her second
glass, she decided to do a little of that cleaning out of
the basement storage she had been doing on and off for the
last two months.

Connie carried a box of mementos up from the basement. She
hadn't looked at this old junk in almost 30 years. Yet
lately she had begun to feel nostalgic. Sipping her drink,
she was surprised that most of it was in such good
condition. She had Vinnie to thank for that. He figured
that these things would mean something to her someday and
had been very careful in packing them away. They were the
memories of a young girl named Connie Esposito, and of a
time and place far away.

Shifting through the layers of the past, the dark haired
woman found a stack of old 45's. Removing the plastic wrap
around them, she smiled as she read off the labels.
Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, Buddy Holly, Little
Anthony and the Imperials, The Monotones, Fats Domino, and
of course Elvis.

A bright smile on her lips, Connie thought of those long
ago days when she and her girlfriends had visions of
passion listening to such hits as Peggy Sue, Book of Love,
Blueberry Hill and Why do fools fall in love?

"I haven't heard some of these in years." She said out
loud. "I wonder if they are still good?"

As she placed one of the small records on the
entertainment center's turntable, Connie wondered what her
grandchildren and their MTV oriented friends would think
of this music? Placing the needle on the first grove, she
concluded that they would no doubt view them in much the
say way she had viewed her parents big band albums. Old
fogey music!

As the sounds of her girlhood drifted across the room,
Connie went back to the storage container. Various books
were soon piled alongside the case, along with piles of
snapshots.

Finally, at the bottom of the box, Connie found what she'd
been searching for. Remarkably preserved, it was a framed
color 11 x 14 photograph. In it were four young men in
blue jackets. It was obvious that they were musicians from
the instruments they carried. Standing next to and in
front of the quartet were three young girls. The dark blue
lettering on the drumhead read "Johnny and the Bluecoats"

Focusing on each individual band member, Connie finally
stopped at the tall dark haired lad on the far right. He
was obviously the leader, you could tell that just from
his bearing in the photo. His name... was Johnny
Coravelli. And except for his greased back hair, he
could've almost been his grandson's twin.

"Johnny, Johnny." Connie said to herself with a wide
smile. "You always were a hunk."

Dropping back into her heavily cushioned chair, Connie
reverently ran her fingers across the bottom of the wooden
frame. One by one, the names of the other band members
filtered through her mind. Vito Rossini, Dominic Laruso
and Danny Giordano. They were on the way up in those days,
the early days of Rock N' Roll. All they had needed was
one lucky break. And for a while it looked they might just
get it.

Along with the guys were her two best girlfriends in the
whole world. Tina Marie Cerani and Jill Barusso. The third
girl in the photo, the one hanging on to Johnny was of
course as familiar as the closest mirror. Free of the
lines of age and full of youthful exuberance, the face was
her own.

Connie chuckled as she looked at her younger self. Hair
pulled back into a pony tail, a tight blue sweater and a
poodle skirt. That outfit used to cause her mother to
cross herself every time she saw her in it.

Preoccupied with the photo, Connie didn't notice the
record had finished. Her thoughts were no longer here in
this room. Closing her eyes, Connie could hear the magical
music of the Bluecoats. She could see the crowds and feel
the excitement of being there on the verge of success.
Most of all, she remembered how wonderful it felt to have
everyone know she was Johnny's girl.

Her mind began to drift further and further away as her
need for sleep and the wine took her back to days long
gone. To one special night in particular.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Part Four

"Oh Johnny." The young 16 year old moaned as she felt the
boy's hand slip under her blouse and cup her naked breast.

"Oh baby." Johnny replied as he ran his fingers across
Connie's nipples. "You feel so nice."

With practiced skill, the dark haired 19 year old undid
the buttons of the young girl's blouse. She could feel the
excitement in his voice. She knew tonight would be the
night. Tonight she would become a woman.

"Oh God, Connie!" Johnny exclaimed as he undid the last
button and her blouse fell away. Seconds later her bright
white bra had followed the blouse to the floor. Much to
the envy of most of the girls in her class, Connie had
begun developing early and had continued to develop after
most of them had stopped. The result was an impressive 36C
bust. She had let Johnny feel it before, but this was the
first time he had been able to fully appreciate it au
natural.

Johnny had been planning this night for weeks. His parents
were away for the night, having gone into the city to see
that new play "My Fair Lady." They had decided to stay
overnight in a hotel and he had the house to himself. It
had taken a lot of sweet talk, but tonight Connie was
going to let him go all the way.

"Mmmm." Johnny moaned as he kissed Connie's soft breasts.

Running his tongue across her nipples, Johnny reached down
and eased his free hand under the folds of her skirt and
between her legs.

Finding her panties wet brought an increased hardness to
his cock, already straining against his pants. Pushing
aside the moist material, Johnny slid his fingers inside
her.

"Ow!" Connie cried out at the sudden painful intrusion.
"Easy!"

"Relax, I know what I'm doing." Johnny said as he rubbed
hard against her clit.

Connie bit down until the initial pain passed and finally
began to feel good. Not as good as when she did it herself
though. A fact that confused the girl. She had always
heard that it was supposed to be better when a boy did it.
Yet no sooner had it begun to really feel good when Johnny
abruptly stopped.

Johnny took Connie's hand and placed it on the bulge in
his pants. She giggled as she felt his hardness. She
rubbed it a little, bringing a soft moan from Johnny. It
was her way of giving her assent without actually having
to say it. It was a silly thing really, but that was the
code girls lived by.

Smiling, the dark haired boy broke their embrace for a
moment and undid his zipper, pulling his cock out of his
pants. Then he pulled off the pants and let them drop to
the floor next to the couch.

Connie looked in fascination at the now fully freed cock.
It was erect and pointed up and outward as if it had a
life of its own. She had seen it before of course, but
that had always been in the dim back seat of Johnny's old
'52 Ford. This was the first chance she had to see one up
close and in the light. It was a lot different than the
ones she and her girlfriends had looked at during a sleep
over at Betty Anderson's house. Betty's father was a
doctor and she had borrowed some of his medical texts. Of
course none of them had been so erect!

Sitting back down next to her, Johnny put her hand back on
his cock. As she had done on so many nights, she closed
her slim fingers around it and began to pump it up and
down. The result on Johnny was immediate and pronounced. A
look of pure satisfaction filled his face, both from the
effect of Connie's pumping motion and the thought of the
prize still to come.

"Ooooh Baby, that feels so nice." The singer said in his
special musical voice. "You make me feel so special."

The words of encouragement caused the girl to melt and
spurred her on. Doubling the speed of her hand job, she
sent new sparks shooting through her boyfriend. This felt
so good to Johnny that he temporarily lost sight of the
night's objective.

Finally, the familiar sensation that usually accompanied
the climax of his own jerk off sessions brought him back
to reality. He had to force himself to ask her to slow
down. If she kept going like that, he would have shot his
load in another minute or two.

Reluctantly, he guided her hand away from his still eager
cock. He had to give it a few minutes to let his body
settle down.

"Let's catch our breath for a minute." He said as he took
the time to unbutton the rest of his own shirt and dump in
on top of his pants. He never wore undershirts and was now
totally nude. Connie figured she should get naked as well
and began to undo the clasp of her skirt.

"No, let me do that." Johnny interrupted as he replaced
her hands with his own.

As he leaned over to slide off her skirt, Connie saw for
the first time the small blue shark tattooed on his upper
biceps.

"Johnny, you're a Shark?" She asked in excitement.

Johnny turned and looked at the emblem on his skin as if
suddenly remembering that he had it. He looked a little
worried for a moment and then seeing her reaction, smiled
once again.

"Well, it was a while ago." He grinned. "But as they used
to say, once you're a member you're one to the grave."

Up until a year and a half before, The Sharks had been
once of the roughest street gangs in this part of the
city. It wasn't that unusual for members to either
graduate to the big time, the state pen or the city
morgue. There had been a shooting involving a cop and even
the other local hoods had turned a blind eye as most of
the gang members were hunted down. Knowing that Johnny had
been part of that seemed to make Connie even more excited.

Feeling very flush, Connie pulled up next to Johnny once
again and cupped his balls in her hand. The fire in her
eyes was plainly visible. Johnny knew this was his chance
to put the stakes even higher.

"Connie, baby," He asked in his most seductive tone. "Do
you really love me?"

"Oh course I do," She said as she leaned forward and gave
him a quick kiss. "What kind of silly question is that?"
She laughed. "Would I be here like this if I didn't?"

"Well, I was just wondering...." He said hesitantly.
"Seeing as we're gonna, ... well you know..."

Connie nodded her assent, but looked a little confused.
She had already decided that tonight was going to be the
night and had told him so. So what in the world was he
talking about?

"What I mean is...well I was wondering that maybe you'd
want to try that other thing we talked about." He
continued. "You know, the thing with the mouth...."

The words had hardly come out of Johnny's mouth when
Connie jumped up off the sofa and away from him. She was
clearly angry and grabbed her pile of clothes on the
floor.

"Johnny Coravelli, how could you even ask me to do such a
thing!" She yelled as she stepped away with her clothes
now bundled up in her arms. "If that's the kind of thing
you really want, then you can go looking for one of those
whore's down by the docks!"

Both Connie and her girlfriends had agreed that putting a
man's cock in their mouth was the most disgusting thing
that they had ever heard of. Something that only the
nastiest prostitutes did. They'd no more consider doing it
than their boyfriends would think of putting their mouth
between a girl's legs.

"Connie, honey, wait!" Johnny called out as he leapt off
the couch after her. "I'm sorry, I got a little carried
away! Please don't go!"

The words were coming out of his mouth as fast as he could
think of them. He wasn't really aware of what he was
saying. Anything to keep her from getting dressed and
walking out that door. With his hands on both her
shoulders, he began to lightly stroke her arms and pour on
the charm.

"Why should I stay?" Connie asked him as she looked into
his bright blue eyes.

Johnny looked deep into her eyes as well. He could see the
combination of lust and anger reflected there. It was like
a scale perfectly balanced on the edge. His next words
could cause her to go either way. He had to say the right
thing or lose her forever. She was that angry.

"I'll tell you why..." He said after taking a deep breath.
"Because next month, the Bluecoats are going to get an
audition with RCA. And if they sign us, and I really think
that they will. Then we'll be on our way. Then it'll be
you and me, right to the top. 1956 is going to be our
year."

"Oh Johnny!" Connie gushed as she dropped the pile of
clothes and threw her arms around his neck. She covered
his face with kisses and kept telling him how much she
loved him and how happy she was going to make him. How she
was going to stand by him every step of the way and when
he won that first gold record she would be standing right
next to him.

Returning her kisses and playing with her breasts, Johnny
considered trying again to get her to try it with her
mouth. He wanted it so badly. She was so excited that she
might change her mind. But he finally decided to take what
he was sure of getting. If he got that recording contract
like he was sure they would, then there was no way she
could refuse to try it then. If not, then there were sure
to be lots of other girls on the way to being a star.

"I want you Connie," Johnny panted. "I want to love you, I
want to love you right now."

"Oh yes, Johnny." Connie babbled on. "I want to love you
too. I want to be with you forever, I want to be with you
now!"

Part Five

Johnny eased Connie to the floor, atop the soft pile of
her clothes. She suggested that they move to the bed to be
more comfortable, but he said that he didn't want to wait
a moment longer. Her panties were gone in a flash and he
parted her legs. Looking down, he got his own first good
look at the small dark triangle he had lusted after for so
long.

Johnny could feel Connie tense up as he lay on top of her
and positioned his hard cock at the entrance to her pussy.
He shifted his weight and she eased up a little. Moving to
the bed now seemed a good idea but he couldn't stop now.
The bed would be good enough for a second try.

Connie grunted a small cry as he forced his cock head
between the lips of her maidenhood. Despite her previous
lubrication, it still hurt as the membrane began to
stretch.

"Don't you have to wear something?" Connie suddenly asked,
now immensely aware that however slightly, he was now
inside her. "So we don't make a baby."

"Don't worry about that," Johnny said reassuringly. "You
can't get pregnant the first time, didn't anyone ever tell
you that?"

Connie thought about it for a second. True, her mother
hadn't actually sat down with her and given her "The
Talk," but she and her girlfriends had talked about guys
and sex a lot. She remembered Tina Marie once saying that
she had once heard that too. Also that she should make
sure she drank a lot of coca cola the next morning.
Something about it prevented babies too. After all, Johnny
wouldn't tell her that if it wasn't true. And even if
something did happen and she somehow did get pregnant, it
wasn't a problem. Johnny and she were in love. They'd just
get married.

"Oh yeh, sure." She replied as she ran the name Mrs.
Connie Coravelli over and over in her head.

Another jolt of pain shot through her as Johnny push
forward a little harder. This time, Connie bit down on her
lip. She didn't want Johnny to think she didn't love him
enough to do it. The pain eased up as Johnny slid his cock
back. Then it ripped through her like a hot iron as Johnny
grabbed her ass and thrust forward as hard as he could.

Connie yelled at the sudden pain as she felt her hymen
rip. Tears formed at the edge of her eyes, born both of
pain and happiness. Despite the hurt that was already
fading, she was now a woman.

Freed from the barrier of her virginity, Johnny began to
pump in and out of the young woman as hard as he could. He
put such force into each thrust that he lifted her ass off
the floor each time. He could feel his heart racing like a
jackhammer as his breath began to come in shallow gasps.

"Oh God, you're so tight!" He yelled as he drove in her
once again.

Laying spread open on the floor, unsure what she should be
doing while Johnny pushed in and out of her, Connie
couldn't help but wish he had yelled out something more in
the lines of how much he loved her. She also felt that she
should be doing something other than just laying like a
piece of meat for his satisfaction. But no one had ever
discussed that with her. She had assumed Johnny would
guide her, yet except as an object to satisfy his raging
lust, he now seemed almost oblivious to her presence.

Eventually, even as she just lay there, Johnny's
persistent thrusts began to feel pretty good. It had
started as just a nice feeling that had replaced the
initial pain. Now it resembled a rising tide that brought
waves of delight washing over her body. It resembled the
feeling she got when she played with herself, yet at the
same time it was different. Still it was getting better
with each passing minute.

Suddenly, Johnny stopped and his body seemed to stiffen.
He uttered a loud groan and Connie felt a new sensation
between her legs, centered in her new womanhood. She
really didn't know how to describe it, but she was sure it
had been the result of Johnny's having climaxed.

A thought that was confirmed was Johnny slid out of her
and rolled onto his back. He wasn't even looking at her,
just staring up at the ceiling.

"That was so great." He said.

"That was it?" Connie asked herself. "That was the great
IT?"

The young girl, now a woman, felt a great sense of
disappointment. She couldn't believe it had been such a
letdown. It hadn't even been as good as when she
masturbated.

"Maybe it's just because it was the first time." She said
to herself as she sat up. "That must be the reason why. It
couldn't always be like this."

"Oh what a mess." Connie said as she looked down and saw
Johnny's now limp cock covered with a mixture of cum and
blood.

"What?" Johnny said as he too sat up. "Oh gross!'' He
exclaimed as he saw his blood smeared cock.

Grabbing the first thing he saw on the floor, Johnny began
wiping his cock clean. It over took a moment for Connie's
bright white panties to become a blood stained rag.

"Hey!" Connie cried out. "I need those."

But it was too late as Johnny wiped himself once again
with the only clear part.

"Sorry." He said shapelessly.

"Forget it." Connie replied, the tinge of disappointment
still in her voice. "I have another pair in my purse.

As she grabbed her bag and the pile of clothes off the
floor and headed for the bathroom, Connie was sure her
mother never considered this situation when she always
told her to carry an extra pair of panties in her purse in
case her period came unexpectedly.

By the time she had finished cleaning herself up in the
bathroom, Connie had reconciled herself to her rather
uninspiring first time. True, it had fallen far short of
what she thought it would be, but what was done was done.
The important thing was that she and Johnny were going to
be together. And in just six weeks he was going to have a
recording contract and they would be on their way.

"Johnny, would you be a dear and get me my shoes and socks
over by the couch." She called out from the bathroom. Her
voice had a sort of instant maturity to it.

Johnny handed her the shoes and socks as she walked back
into the living room. He really hadn't cleaned up, he just
pulled his pants back on.

"Are we going out tomorrow night?" Connie asked as she
slipped on her shoes, trying so hard to act as if loosing
her virginity was the most natural thing in the work.
Something that happened every day.

"I don't think so," Johnny said rather evasively. "There's
going to be a special about Rocky Marciano's retirement on
tomorrow night. All the guys were going to go over to
Vito's house to watch it. His family just got a
television."

"That's ok," Connie said. "We can always go out later in
the week."

"I think we're going to have to play it by ear right now."
Johnny said with a forced smile. "I'm really going to have
to spend a lot of time with the band over the next couple
of weeks. What with the audition and all coming up. We
want to be at our best, right?"

"Sure, right." Connie replied cautiously.

For the first time, Connie now noticed the quirk in
Johnny's voice. Was something wrong? Had he found the
experience as disappointing as she had? Had there been
something wrong with her? Was there something she
should've been doing to have made it better? But he had
said it was great. She was considering asking him right
out what was wrong but couldn't bring herself to do it. It
was silly she knew. After all, look at what they had just
shared, the most intimate thing a man and woman could
share. How could asking a simple what's wrong be so hard?

In her heart, she knew the answer. It was because you were
afraid of the answer.

Before she could steel herself to ask the question she
knew she should, the lights of a car pulling into the
driveway flooded the room. It was followed a few moments
later by the beep beep of a car horn.

"It's my brother picking me up." Connie stated. "I asked
him to when you told me your car would be in the shop. But
he's over an hour early."

"That's ok." Johnny said as he pulled his shirt back on.
He didn't want Connie's big brother to see him without it
when he walked her to the door. As athletic as Johnny was,
big Jim Esposito outweighed him by 60lbs and was a star
halfback for State. He didn't want to think about what
that bruiser would do to a guy who'd just fucked his 16
year old little sister.

Part Six

"Hi Jim!" He called out as he and Connie stepped out the
door into the driveway.

"Hey there, Johnny!" Came the reply as he waved. "Looks
like I wasted the trip." He added as he pointed to the
green Ford in the end of the driveway.

Johnny's eyes followed Jim's pointed hand until they came
to his car just sitting there. He had forgotten that he'd
told Connie that his car was going into the shop. Nothing
was wrong with it, but he had figured saying there was
would make sure they spent the night at his house rather
than going out.

"It turned out to be a quick fix." Johnny replied. "Looks
like I lucked out."

"Hey, if you want to take Connie home, I don't mind." Jim
offered.

"No, its ok, you're here and all." Johnny countered.

Connie looked at him in renewed disappointment. If he had
driven her home it would've given them a chance to talk.
Now she couldn't even do that.

"I'll give you a call as soon as I can, ok?" Johnny said
to Connie as he leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the
cheek.

"Ok, sure." Connie replied, now even more confused by his
platonic action. "And it better be soon," She thought to
herself because we definitely have to talk."

With that she ran to the car where her brother was waiting
with the door open. Connie stared at Johnny while Jim
closed the door behind her and walked over to the driver's
side.

Watching Jim get into the car and put it in gear, Johnny
thought Connie might have found his goodnight kiss a
little strange. But there was no way he was going to let
her suddenly throw her arms around him and give him a
lover's kiss. Not when that might leave her big brother
with exactly the right impression.

Looking out the back window as the image of Johnny
standing in the driveway faded in the distance, one
thought repeated over and over in Connie's mind. They were
definitely going to have to have a long long talk.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Oh Johnny." Connie murmured as she opened her eyes as
took in her surroundings in a half daze.

She realized that she had fallen asleep in her chair. The
morning light was already filtering in through the
windows. It was already Saturday morning.

Wiping the last of the sleep from her eyes, Connie looked
down at the picture in her lap. It had been a long time
since she had dreamed of that night.

"We never did get to have that talk, did we, Johnny?" She
said to the image of her long lost love.

No, they never did.

Four weeks after that fateful night, Connie was devastated
when it was announced that Johnny had married Susan
Marziatto. She'd seen Sue hanging around the band at
several performances. They went to the same high school
and were only five months apart in age. Seen the way that
flat chested hussy had looked at Johnny and the other
Bluecoats, like a lost puppy.

At the time, she couldn't understand how Johnny could've
done that to her. How could he have betrayed her love and
married such an unremarkable girl as Sue?

Six months later she had her answer with the birth of
Mario John Coravelli. Sue had been three months pregnant
when they'd been married. The birth of their son also
closed the final chapter for Johnny and the Bluecoats.

Johnny Coravelli had made many mistakes in his 19 years,
but none greater than knocking up the daughter of Jim "The
Banker" Marziatto. The local hood may have been forced to
accept Johnny into his family in order to preserve his
daughter's honor, but having his reluctant son in law
continue as some god forsaken Rock N' Roller was too much
for the old Sicilian.

Within two weeks of the wedding, Johnny was informed that
he was now working for the families legitimate lumber
business. Given the option of several broken limbs or
giving up his career, Johnny had made the choice that kept
all his body parts intact. It had been made clear to the
young man that now that little Sue had a wedding
certificate and a last name to go with the baby, a live
husband was no longer an important consideration.

Johnny's marriage had lasted less than two months after
they buried the old man in early 1960. By that time,
Connie was herself the mother of a sixteen month old son,
having married Vinnie D'Angelo in 1958. Like Susan
Marziatto, she had raced the stork to the altar.

Unlike the Marziatto's, The D'Angelo's had a happy
marriage that lasted 24 years. A life Connie wouldn't have
traded for a room full of gold records.

The chimes of the wall clock struck eight and Connie rose
from her chair. Time to start the day. Leaving her
mementos were they lay, she tied the sash of the bathrobe
she had been wearing the night before and headed for the
kitchen. A quick breakfast of coffee and muffins followed.
Her daughter Angela had once suggested that Connie should
think about hiring a woman, someone to do the cooking and
housecleaning. But Connie had quickly put a stop to the
idea. She was far too independent and set in her ways.

After clearing the breakfast dishes, Connie headed for the
master bathroom for a quick shower. She was about to turn
on the water when she changed her mind. Her back hurt a
little after spending the night in that chair. A bath
would feel better than a shower. She had plenty of time,
the guy from the agency wasn't due until after lunch.

Five minutes later, Connie eased herself into the
oversized sunken tub that had been a birthday gift from
Vinnie many years ago. The heat of the water felt good as
it penetrated her body. The tub was wide and long enough
that she could stretch her whole body out.

After a few minutes of just soaking, Connie began to wash
with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good
as it splashed across Connie's breasts. She ran her soapy
fingers across her large mounds, playing with her nipples.
As always, it felt good.

Connie slid the bar of soap down between her legs and
began rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float
free, she slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft
moan as she did. A second finger followed, and then a
third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in and out.
While the warm water and her fingers caressed her love
canal, her thumb played against her clit. Four decades of
familiarity with her own body bought her quickly to the
edge of bliss.

The 54 year old leaned back against the soft plastic
cushion built against the head of the tub, her eyes
closed, lost in the moment. Her thoughts again began
drifted back to that warm June night 39 years before. Of
love lost and desire unfulfilled.

It wasn't long before Connie's body began to trembled as
her orgasm was upon her. Her mouth formed a silent O as
her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight
rippled up and down her naked form.

For long moments she just drifted there, even after her
bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds
of her heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it
bounced off her. Those first moments after an orgasm were
meant to be relished. As Connie had grown older and come
into her sexual prime, she discovered that her climaxes
had become more and more intense. Even now, years later,
they still were.

Part Seven

Eventually, the water began to cool and Connie lifted
herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and
out of the marble tub and onto the carpeted floor. She
retrieved a large batch towel from the wall bar and began
to dry herself.

Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her
nipples. Connie stopped for a moment and took a long look
at herself in the bathroom's full length mirror.

For a woman of 54, Connie D'Angelo had little to complain
about as far as her body was concerned. 5'7", she still
weighed pretty much the same as she did after Angela was
born. Oh there were certainly more wrinkles, but far fewer
than she had seen on other women of her age. Her large
breasts sagged some but that had to be expected. It wasn't
like she expected to be a firm trim teenager all her life.
In fact, the extra pounds she had gained over the years
gave her a more full figured look that she actually
enjoyed. Her nipples were dark and attractive against her
very white skin, it had been many years since she had
sunbathed topless. Her stomach was reasonably trim with
her weight distributed pretty evenly around her body.

In fact, if someone had to guess her age by just looking,
she didn't think she was being too egotistical by thinking
they would say mid to late forties.

In fact, the only thing that the woman really disliked
about the image reflected back to her was the grayness of
the small triangle between her legs. Once, many years ago,
she had let one of the more discreet beauticians attempt
to color that gray as well. Her skin in that area had
proved to be much too sensitive and had produced a small
but painful chemical burn. That had been the end of that
idea.

There had also been a time when she considered shaving it
off completely. Then that idea also flew out the window
when she saw a 50 year old at the spa who had done just
that. Connie decided it was the most ridiculous thing she
had ever seen. A grandmother looking as bare as a pre-teen
girl. The final compromise had been to just keep it as
closely trimmed as she did now.

Finishing drying herself off and taking care of her daily
toiletries, Connie walked into the bedroom, still stark
naked. That was one of the advantages of living alone, she
didn't have to worry about such things as false modesty.

The weather report had called for another warm day, rising
up to the mid 80's. From the warm breeze coming through
the large bay window, Connie figured they were being
conservative in their prediction.

Selecting a light sundress and laying it out on the bed,
Connie reached into her dresser for a clean bra and
panties. The panties were white and rather plain, but
these days she selected them for comfort rather than how
they looked. Not that she didn't have a few special pairs
in the bottom draw that she saved for special occasions.

Like the panties, her bra was designed more for function
than form. But surprisingly combined the best of both.
When she donned the light green dress and looked in the
mirror, she had a very ample view of the valley between
her breasts.

"Might as well give young Mr. Ross a good view." She
laughed.

A noise from outside the window drew her to it and she
looked down into the backyard. Standing there among a pile
of patio blocks and sand was a rather tall and tanned,
muscular young man. He was stripped to the waist and clad
only in a pair of cut offs and sneakers.

>From the look of the patio, the boy must've come earlier
while Connie was in the bath had getting no reply to the
bell, gone right to work. She had to admire his
dedication. The work looked like it was almost finished.

"Well I'd better get down there." Connie thought.

She stopped by the kitchen, making a large ice tea. If
that young man had been working out there in the hot sun
for any amount of time, she was sure he'd appreciate it.

"Good morning!" She said as she stepped out the back door
onto the patio.

The dark and curly haired young man reacted to her voice
and turned. A wide smile filled his face. Taken aback by
his youthful sweat covered form, it took a second for
Connie to realize she knew the worker.

"Hi there, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said, his smile growing
broader.

"Jack?" She replied, surprised to see the face of Jack
Marziatto.

"I hope I didn't wake you with all the noise." Jack said.
"Ross got sick and asked me to take his place. I was glad
for the work. The only thing was that he forgot to tell me
what time he was supposed to come by."

Connie didn't hear a word he said. She was too busy
looking him over from head to toe. It was almost like
Johnny had come back to life new, and improved.

"So I took a chance and came by about nine. When I got no
answer, I figured you might be sleeping in. So I started
work and tried to keep it as quiet as possible."

Jack stopped when he realized that Mrs. D'Angelo was
staring at him. He wondered if she was angry because he
had started the work without talking to her first.

"Mrs. D'Angelo?" He asked.

"Oh, sorry." Connie replied, snapping out of her fog. "You
were saying?"

"I said I hope I didn't wake you."

"Oh no, of course not." She said, her face genuinely
beaming. "I admire a young man who gets right in there and
gets the job done. And from what I can see, you're just
about done already."

"About another hour or so." Jack answered. "I was just
about to take a little breather."

"Oh, this is your you." Connie said, finally remembering
the ice tea in her hand. "When I saw you out here working,
I thought you could use it. Unless you'd like a beer or
something?"

"No, ice tea is fine." Jack said as he took the glass.
"Thank you."

Connie watched in fascination as he drained the tall glass
in one continuous gulp. A small drop of tea splashed
across his chin. She watched enthralled as it slid down
his neck and continued across his well developed Pecs.

"That was good, Mrs. D'Angelo" The athlete said as he
drained the last drops and handed back the glass. "Thank
you again."

"It was the least I could do." Connie replied. "Tell you
what, since you're probably going to be here about lunch
time, why don't I fix us both a little something. That is
if you don't mind eating with an old lady?"

"That'd be fine." He replied as he held the shoved in his
hand. "And I'd hardly consider you old. In fact, when
Jenny introduced you last week I was really surprised that
you were her grandmother."

"Oh really," Connie laughed. "Let me guess. You thought we
were sisters, just like that old TV commercial."

"Well, no." Johnny answered. "Actually I thought you
might've been her mother. The way the two of you had been
chatting and all. You definitely don't fit the image what
most people think of as a grandmother."

"I'll think you're a talented liar," She retorted. "But
I'll take that as a compliment just as well."

Connie grinned, showing that she hadn't been serious about
him being a liar. True be told, she was very flattered.
She had been only 38 when Jenny had been born, she
could've been her mother. In many ways, she had been.

"Well let me let you get back to work." Connie concluded
and headed back into the house.

Jack had watched her walk back across the patio to the
kitchen. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed him checking out
her tits. The college boy had always had a fascination
with large breasts and the fact that this pair belonged to
a woman a great deal older than him really didn't make a
lot of difference.

Most of the guys back at the Gamma Tau Ceti fraternity
wouldn't thought there was something really weird about
that. After all, who'd want to look at some old lady when
there were all those 18 and 19 year old coeds bouncing
around. There was a time that Jack would've agreed with
them. But that was before he'd had a short affair with the
landlady of the house he stayed in before he pledged Gamma
Tau.

Except for an impressive chest, she wasn't really a whole
lot to look at. Just a rather ordinary looking, divorced,
41 year old. Jack couldn't even remember how it really
started. They were just talking one night and one thing
led to another. At first, they both were embarrassed to
have wound up in bed with each other. That soon faded. She
had taught him things that none of those coeds would learn
for many years. Stripped of all the stupid mind games,
it'd been the most incredible sex he'd ever had. So good
in fact, that he was a little reluctant to move out and
into the frat house. But she had insisted. What they'd had
been great, but it was only a transitory thing. He had to
move on.

Part Eight

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

By noon, the temperature had risen to 92. Connie had
replaced the light sundress with a once piece bathing
suit. After lunch she planned to take a cold dip in the
pool.

Carrying a tray of finger sandwiches and cold drinks,
Connie once more walked outside. Jack was just packing
away the last of his tools. He was dirty and sweaty, a
condition the older woman found very erotic.

"You look like you could use a shower?" Connie said as she
placed the tray on the wooden picnic table. Stepping under
the shade of the wide yellow umbrella caused the
temperature to drop a few degrees.

"I'd hate to track all this mess into your house." Jack
replied as he stepped up and picked up one of the small
bite sized snacks.

"Oh you don't have to worry about that." Connie answered
as she also nibbled at a sandwich. "There's an outdoor
shower over there by the pool shed. You can wash up
there."

"That's perfect, Mrs. D'Angelo." He said as the last
morsel disappeared into his mouth. "If you'll excuse me,
I'll wash this muck off before I get it all over your
clean chairs."

"Certainly, but if we're going to have lunch together, I
insist you call me Connie. Mrs. D'Angelo sounds so old."

"Ok, Connie it is." Jack smiled. The same devil may care
smile she had seen in her dreams. "I'll be right back."

Connie tried to not be too obvious as she stole glances in
the direction of the pool shed. The small wall around the
showerhead only covered the area just below shoulder level
down to your knees. She wished she had the nerve to stroll
over there for some reason and take a peek. Watching Jack
toss his dirty shorts over the wall, Connie felt a warm
flush.

Five minutes later, Jack stepped out of the shower, clean
and fresh. As he walked back to the table, drying his hair
with a towel, Connie was surprised that he now wore a pair
of red swimming trunks.

"I hope you don't mind my borrowing these." He said
indicating the shorts. "They were just hanging back there.
The fit is a little snug but their a lot more clean that
the pair I came with."

"Not at all." Connie replied. "They must've been left over
from the pool party Jenny had before she left. If no one's
claimed them by now, they are yours. You look good in
them."

The reason being, Connie thought to herself, that they
were such a snug fit that they very clearly outlined his
hidden assets.

The two chatted for the next thirty or so minutes. They
talked about college and Jack's plans beyond it. He was a
business communications major, but he also had a strong
interest in music. In fact, he even had a band back at
school. It had started out as something to do on weekends.
Then it had gown into a passion.

"What kind of music do you perform? Connie asked as she
finished off her Long Island Ice Tea.

"Well you might find this a little strange, but I've got a
real love for '50's and very early 60's music." Jack said,
the intensity in his eyes lighting up as he spoke about
something he really cared about. "All that really great
music that got pushed aside by the British Invasion in
'63."

"Is there really an interest in that old stuff?" Connie
asked, genuinely interested. "I would think that it only
appealed to old fogies like myself."

"No, I mean yes, there's always been some interest." Jack
said. "Its funny but of the big hits of the last ten
years, most are already forgotten. But some of the hits
from 30-40 years ago still draw an audience."

"That's really interesting." She said. "Are you any good?"

"Well, we've always played to sell out crowds. In fact, if
it wasn't for my parents insisting that I come home for
the summer, I was thinking of taking the band on tour."

"That would seem a better way of making money for school,
a lot more fun that swinging a shovel." Connie said.

"Definitely, but grandma still controls most of the money
and she didn't like the idea of me playing in a band. She
says all musicians were useless good for nothings that
would never amount to anything."

"Didn't you say that your grandfather had been a
musician?" Connie asked.

"Actually, he was the leader of a group back in the mid-
50's. From what my dad says, they really had a chance to
make it big. They even played on the same stage once with
Little Richard."

"What happened to them?" Connie asked, very curious as to
what the answer would be.

"For some reason he just gave it up right after he married
my grandmother. My dad never knew why. And it was
pointless to ask grandma, she couldn't say his name
without cursing." Jack answered. "They were supposed to
make a demo for RCA just before he up and quit. I wish
they had, I'd have loved to hear them. They were supposed
to be really great."

"They were..." Connie said without thinking.

"What...?" Jack asked as she looked up.

"I mean, I'm sure they were." She corrected herself.

"Where you into music when you were that age?" Jack asked.

"Oh yes, my girlfriends and I used to go to see all the
local groups."

"Then maybe you heard them?" Jack said, hopefully that she
would say yes and could tell him about the music. "Johnny
and the Bluecoats."

Connie hesitated for a moment. She was torn between the
truth and her interest in this young man. An interest the
truth would make all but impossible.

"No,...." She said hesitantly. "I'm afraid I can't recall
a group by that name."

"Oh well." Jack said, disappointment in his voice. "It was
a real outside chance at best."

Connie felt like a real shit. Especially since among the
things that had been in that box she'd opened last night
had been a large reel to reel tape of one of the Bluecoats
practice sessions. She's used her father's tape recorder
to record it. If Vinnie had preserved it as well as
everything else, and there was no reason to think he
hadn't, then it was still good. Silently, she promised
herself that no matter what happened, she would have the
tape delivered anonymously to Jack before the week was
out. As soon as she could think of a good cover story to
go with it.

"I was going to take a little dip in the pool." Connie
said, changing the subject. "As long as you have the
trunks on, why don't you join me. Unless of course you
have something else to do?"

"No, not really." Jack answered. "Hot as it is, the pool
sounds great."

Twenty minutes passed as they splashed water at each other
and swam the length of the Olympic pool. The ease with
which they joked back and forth made the vast age
difference between them fade as easily as the water
splattered onto the hot patio deck.

Connie had just leapt up as high as she could in order to
splash him once again when she lost her balance as her
foot slipped on the pool floor.

Jack quickly grabbed her to keep her from going under.
Reacting instinctively, he simply grabbed what would give
him the best grip on her. Which in this case, since he was
behind her, had been her oversized breasts.

When he failed to remove his hands right away after Connie
had regained her balance, she turned her head around and
said.

"I guess I should take this as another compliment?"

Jack didn't understand at first, then realized that his
hands were still spread out over her cloth covered
nipples. He had to admit it felt good. Reluctantly, he was
about to remove his hands and make a joke about taking too
long when Connie's right hand covered his and held it in
place.

A sudden sensation beneath the water caused him to
slightly jump as Connie's left hand closed on the bulge in
his too tight trunks. She smiled as she found it rock
hard.

"Definitely a compliment." She purred.

For once in his life, Jack was speechless.

"Well, as I see it, we can look at this two ways." Connie
said. "Just chalk it up to an accident and a natural male
response to it, or ... we can take it as the indication of
a mutual interest and perhaps do something about it."

Jack's head was swirling. He still didn't know what to
say. Yet at the same time, he made no move to disengage
himself.

"Perhaps you need just a little more encouragement to help
you make up your mind." Connie said as she spun around in
his arms and stood face to face.

Jack's back was now up against the wall of the pool and
there was no place for him to go unless he pushed her out
of the way. The uncertain young man watched in fascination
as she reached up and pulled down the straps of her
swimsuit, letting her prodigious mammaries float free.

Jack's mouth dropped opened and his eyes blazed with
hunger as he looked down at the large dark aureole and the
thick nipples that protruded from the centers. With a
broad grin, Connie brought his hands to their previous
position, inviting him to feel them without the barrier of
the swimsuit.

Connie's smile grew to her most radiant as Jack accepted
the invitation and began to caress her nipples. She pulled
him close and kissed him on the lips. Full of desire, it
was definitely not the sort of kiss you expected from
someone's grandmother.

Part Nine

"Well...that was nice." Connie said as she broke the kiss
and floated in Jack's powerful arms. "Would you like to do
it right here, or would you rather carry this inside."

Jack looked up and around the large yard. A barrier of
trees and high shrubs hit them from prying eyes but he
really didn't feel comfortable out in the open. And
contrary to his earlier performance, he really wasn't that
great a swimmer.

"Inside if that's ok." He replied.

"Of course." Connie grinned as she pulled her suit top
back up and climbed out of the pool. Jack followed right
behind her.

Stepping into the house, Jack felt a sudden chill as he
entered the air conditioned environment. Connie felt his
hand shake and pulled his body closer to hers.

"Don't worry lover, I'll warm you up soon enough." She
said as she kissed him once more, this time quickly and
softly.

As they passed through the living room on the way to her
bedroom, Connie saw the open box of mementos from the
night before. She was seized by a sudden inspiration.

"Let's do it here." She said. "On the floor."

By this time, Jack was willing to go along with just about
anything Connie suggested. She had taken total control of
the situation. Surprisingly, Jack discovered that he kind
of liked it that way. In fact, it turned him on.

Connie stepped back from the eager young man and again
undid the straps of her swimsuit. Once more her breasts
fell free. She took each in hand and vigorously massaged
them, bringing her nipples to an even greater hardness.
Lifting her right breast as high as she could, she reached
out with her tongue and caressed her soft flesh. Then she
took the entire nipple into her mouth. After sucking on it
for a few moments, she repeated the exhibition with her
other breast.

"Would you like to try?" She asked seductively.

Jack barely stammered out a yes. He was far from being a
virgin, but felt more nervous than when he had been.

Jack leaned forward and accepted Connie's offering. He
buried his face deep in the valley of her bosom, kissing
each in turn. Then, inch by inch, he worked his way to her
stiff rosebud, taking it deep in his mouth.

Connie sighed as his mouth and tongue worked their magic,
first on one breast then the other. She had known by the
way he had looked at her that he was a breast lover, but
never expected the dexterity that Jack now demonstrated.
Either he'd had a great deal of practice, or one of his
lovers had been one hell of a teacher.

The sudden thought that Jenny might've been one of his
instructors sent a new excitement through her. Certainly
her granddaughter was well endowed enough, the one good
thing she had inherited from her mother. Being excited by
the idea that she and Jenny had both been pleasured by the
same man might be a little perverse, but Connie didn't
care. She wondered what Jack would think if he knew that
he was charting a course that his grandfather had followed
almost forty years before. And doing a much better job of
it as well.

Rubbing her hand against the front of his still wet
trunks, Connie could feel the full length and hardness of
his manhood. Letting him continue to play with her
breasts, Connie slid her hand beneath the elastic strap
and stroked his bare skin. An action that caused him to
suck even harder.

Her other hand followed and she cupped his balls as well,
putting a soft pleasurable pressure at the base of his
cock. A loud moan issued from his lips at her touch.

Connie released her grip and slid her soft hand to the
sides of the suit and pulled it downward. Once free of his
prominence, she released the trunks and they dropped to
the floor.

Her own suit followed a few moments later, now both were
totally nude. They took a long look at each other's bodies
and each in their own way found something to appreciate.

Connie then dropped to her knees and took him quickly into
her mouth. It'd been a long time since she had taken a man
this way, and an even longer time since it had been a man
this young and vital. She really loved the feel of a hard
cock in her mouth, and the wonderful taste that came from
within it. It was hard to imagine that there was once a
time when she'd thought the act disgusting.

Jack reacted like any man, quickly loosing himself in the
soft velvet of her throat. He sighed as her tongue ran
down the reach of his shaft and then swirled around his
balls. Connie once more engulfed his cock, letting it fill
her again and again.

She could feel the heat in his balls. A fire that would
soon erupt and spill forth in response to her tender
motions. A small measure of pre-cum appeared at the tip, a
measure that quickly disappeared with an artful flick of
her tongue.

"Oh God...Oh God!.." Jack gasped as he tried to hold back
the explosion that he felt starting. But whatever control
he might have had, it was useless against decades of
practice.

As soon as Connie felt the first delightful burst of hot
cream fill her mouth, she pulled her head back and led his
cock slide free. Giving up the feast that now erupted took
all of her will power.

Instead, she tightened her grip on his member and directed
it downward, furiously pumping it as hard as she could.
The result was that all of his seed splattered across her
breasts. She continued to jerk him off until his drained
organ began to go soft in her hand. The look of joy on his
face as he looked down on her cum splattered boobs made
her sacrifice worthwhile.

Releasing her grip, she ran two of her already cum tinged
fingers across her breasts, coating them in the white
milky fluid. Then she brought them up to her lips and ran
her tongue up and down their length, scooping the liquid
into her mouth. Connie spread the seed across her mouth
with her tongue, savoring her prize. One by one, each
finger then slid between her soft lips and was sucked
clean. Finally, she ran her probing tongue along the edge
of her mouth, catching any remaining drops.

"Mmmm, that was tasty." She purred in her sexiest voice.

Inside, she felt incredibly sexy. It had been a long time
since she had acted the slut and she found that she missed
the feeling.

"Oh God, Connie." Jack exclaimed, regaining his voice.
"That was so fucking incredible. No one has ever done it
to me like that."

"Not even Jenny?" Connie asked, feeling very very wicked.

"She told you?" Jack asked unbelievingly.

"No, but you just did." Connie laughed.

The look on his face told her that she had been right in
guessing that Jenny's definition of making out stretched
all the way to oral sex. She now wondered if that practice
had been reciprocated.

"Looks like your little friend already wants to go another
round." Connie quipped as she gently stroked his already
hardening cock.

"Yeh." Jack responded, happy to hear that there was more
to come.

"Lets see how constructively we can use the time it takes
for you to, how shall we say it, recharge your batteries."
Connie laughed.

Lying back on the floor, the older woman spread her legs
and then the lips of her womanhood. Jack had no illusion
about what she wanted. Going down on a woman wasn't
something he really liked, but if there was anything he
had learned from his brief time with his landlady was that
there was nothing a woman appreciated more.

His tongue quickly found its mark, sliding deep within her
sugar walls. He was afraid that the cunt of a woman as old
as Connie would have a real nasty taste to it. He
remembered Mrs. Wilson as being quit a bit more pungent
than the college girls he had tried it with. Yet, while
Connie certainly wasn't as sweet as the coeds, she still
had a quite pleasing taste. He concluded that it was all a
matter of hygiene.

Part Ten

Now it was Connie's turn to moan. Jack's technique as a
pussy licker left a lot to be desired, but it was still
enough to get the job done. What the young man lacked in
talent was made up for with enthusiasm. It wasn't long
before she was well lubricated, a condition that also
applied to both his mouth and tongue.

Connie let herself just lay there and enjoy his soft and
wet touch for a little while longer. She held him by the
back of his head, guiding him to the most sensitive areas.
He was improving as he went, that much she could tell.
Eventually, he might even be able to make a woman climax
this way. But not today. Today she wanted to climax with
him inside her.

After twenty minutes between her legs, Jack felt Connie
pulling him upward. He followed her guidance and was soon
face to face with her, hovering in a push up position.
Connie pulled him down slightly and kissed him. A soft
kiss at first, followed by another, this one much harder.

On the third kiss, Jack felt her tongue invade his mouth.
He met it with his own, and for a few minutes the soft,
wet appendages slid from mouth to mouth. Traces of each
other's juices coated each tongue and mixed again and
again.

As they played dueling tongues, Connie had reached down
and taken hold of Jack's now once again fully erect
manhood. She glided her fingers up and down it until
finally she was satisfied with its hardness. Now they both
were ready.

"I want you inside me..." She said as she broke the last
kiss, immediately giving him another much shorter one. "I
want you to FUCK ME!"

The last words were not simply a request, they were a
command. A command that Jack was more than willing to
obey. Try as he could, he couldn't remember that last time
he had been so hot for a woman. If Jenny or any other girl
he had known were to walk in right now start naked and
offer to take Connie's place, he would turn them down.
This was the woman he had dreamed about. The woman who
would take him to a height that others had only offered
him short glimpses of. Never mind that the woman was old
enough to be his grandmother. He couldn't know that in a
slightly different reality, she could've been just that.
Yet at this point, not even that might've mattered to him.

Connie helped guide him into her, not that he needed it.
She let out a small gasp as she felt his cock head push
aside the outer walls of her pussy. Jack 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 most of his previous
lovers, Connie was able to take Jack'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. Eventually, they weren't even aware of the rapid
beating of their hearts or the short shallow breaths that
accompanied it.

The room that surrounded them became a blur, no longer
part of their existence. For a brief moment in time, they
had transcended their place in reality. In Jack's case, it
was a twinkling of understanding, a total abandonment of
his body and soul to another being. He had never given so
much of himself to make another happy.

In Connie's case, it took the form of a journey to a
distance place and time. A place that existed only in
memory. Her eyes fixed on the small blue shark painted on
the man atop and within her. it became the focal point of
her mind.

She felt the weight of years lift from her body like a
soft breeze. The music of long ago echoed though her mind
and without knowing how, she was 16 again. If she could
tear her eyes away from the small tattoo, she knew she
would see the world of her youth around her.

But she wouldn't dare look, wouldn't take the chance that
this moment, this second chance to make it right would be
lost.

Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him deeper inside
her. Every stroke of his body was met with an even more
frenzied thrust of her own. She couldn't catch her breath,
couldn't even tell if her heart was still beating. Yet
still she drove on and on. If this was to be the last
moment of her life, she wanted it to be the moment that
she should've had so long ago.

Connie wasn't even aware that she had screamed, only that
her body was quaking with abandon and her mind was filled
with a blinding all encompassing light. If this was the
end, so be it.

There were no words to describe what she felt as past and
present collided, ripping her body apart from deep within.
It was like she was floating, every nerve of her body
alive with euphoric joy. The 54 years of her life were but
a prelude to this one brief perfect moment.

Then, abruptly, the light faded to black and she felt
herself slipping away. Her skin was suddenly cold and she
felt all the years of her life flashing by.

"Mrs. D'Angelo, can you hear me?" Said the voice in the
darkness. "Connie, can you hear me?"

"Who....?" She asked as she tried to focus.

"Oh God, I though you'd had some sort of seizure." Said
the voice that she now recognized as familiar. "I was
about to call the paramedics."

"I'm all right, just a little tired." She said, not being
able to recall the last time she had felt so drained.

"Just relax, give yourself time to catch your breath."

"Oh that was so good." She said as if she hadn't heard the
young man. "I always dreamed that was the way it should've
been."

Jack looked down at the woman, her eyes still tightly
closed. He wondered if maybe he should call the paramedics
after all. Hopefully they wouldn't ask to many questions
about why she was naked and covered with the aftermath of
sex.

"I always knew you'd be the one to bring me there, I
always knew that if we had the chance we could make it
right." She continued.

Satisfied that she was now breathing normally, if still
now making sense, Jack decided to hold on calling the
medics. He was even more relieved when she opened her eyes
and looked up at him, a broad smile on her face.

"Oh Johnny, that was so incredible." She said as she
reached up and gently stroked his face.

"Jack, my name is Jack." He corrected her.

"I think Johnny suits you better." She said as she sat up.

Jack watched as the naked woman walked over to the table
and picked up a wooden picture frame. He looked down at it
as she handed it to him. He was astonished to find his own
face looking back at him.

"We need to have a long talk," She said. "About the past,
and the future. And about that band that you formed and
your dreams."

Jack looked up from the photo and into the eyes of the
woman before him. The eyes now belonged to a much younger
woman.

"I think that maybe the world should have a chance to hear
Johnny and the Bluecoats after all." Connie said. "Every
dream should have a second chance to come true." She
continued, a bright twinkle in her eyes. "Even if it takes
a few generations to do it."

END

Foreign Affair

by Ann Douglas

"God this is boring." Amanda McIntyre thought to herself
as she reached for another drink.

For the hundredth time, she cursed Jim Peterson for
getting sick two days before the trade delegation was to
leave for Osaka. Then she cursed her boss, Bill O'Hare who
had volunteered her to take Jim's place. Nine days in
Japan and she hadn't been included in any discussion of
importance. Every day they would hold meeting after
meeting where nothing was really accomplished. Then at
night, the men on both sides would go out and survey
Osaka's night life. And of course she wasn't included in
this male-bonding ritual. Never mind that it was during
these hedonistic forays that the real deals were made.

She had considered telling Bill to go to hell, but then
she'd be looking for a new job by now. Ever since she had
come out last year, Bill O'Hare had made no secret that he
didn't want that "dyke," as he always referred to her in
private, in his department. He never said or did anything
in public that Amanda could prove, but the signs were
always there.

Looking at her watch, the 24 year old blonde decided she'd
done her bit for the company and started to make for the
door. The cocktail party was already gearing down and she
knew she wouldn't be missed. Besides, the men were
probably already gearing up for their next pornographic
excursion.

As she neared the door, she ran into Pete Wilson, the head
of their delegation. Her luck was really running in the
red today, Pete's view of her was only slightly less
antagonistic than Bill O'Hara's.

"Leaving already?" The tall gray bearded man said.

"I have a little headache, I was going to lay down." She
lied.

"I see," Wilson said in a disapproving tone. "Well I'm not
surprised. It's not like you've been much of a team player
on this trip. When we go home tomorrow without the trade
agreement, I'm sure your lack of cooperation will be
noted."

"Lack of cooperation...?" She asked.

"That's what I said." He replied. "There's not a man on
our delegation that wouldn't put it all on the line to get
the Japs to sign. Yet when Hitanuma asked you out for
drinks, you insulted him by refusing. He's not the type of
man who forgives or forgets."

"Wait a second, buster." Amanda shot back. "No way you're
going to pin this one on me. You've never even looked at
all the position papers I've submitted. If you did and
followed some of their advice, the people here at
Hiraizumi Industries might have been more willing to deal.
If this agreement falls through it's become of your hard
nose non-cooperative negotiation stand. Not because I
wouldn't roll over for Mr. Hitanuma. If you wanted a
corporate whore, you should have brought your secretary."

With that she turned and walked away. She could feel his
eyes burning into her back. Of course Wilson and the
others had already agreed to put the blame on her. They'd
report that if only she'd have been a little friendlier to
the Japs, they'd have gotten the agreement.

"I've been set up." Amanda noted. "It had all been a set
up." Jim Peterson had never been sick. It had all been
arraigned beforehand. If the mission went sore, it was all
that dyke's fault.

Her face flushed with anger as she reached the elevator.
"Well fuck them all." She said out loud as she hit the
call button. "I'm better off leaving this lousy job
anyway."

Amanda took the elevator to the rooftop gardens instead of
her room. She needed the night air to clear her head.
After about a half hour, she began to regret her earlier
outburst. She should have quit this job months ago, at
least then it would have been on her own terms. Now as a
fired employee, one which was blamed for the failure of an
important trade deal, her future prospects would be few.

Lost in thought, she hadn't heard the soft footsteps
behind her. When the new arrival finally spoke, Amanda
nearly jumped five feet.

"Konbanwa, Amanda san." A soft fluid voice said.

Amanda whirled about to find herself facing a rather
attractive Japanese woman. She stood a few inches shorted
than Amanda's own five foot six. Her short black hair
showed the slightest touches of gray and Amanda guessed
her age to be about mid- forties. Of course it was always
hard to tell with some oriental women. They looked pretty
much the same from thirty to sixty. She wore a bright
green cocktail dress which accented her small breasts.

Searching her temporarily hazy memory, Amanda tried to
place where she had seen the woman before. She had to have
been some executive or other's wife. How else could she
have known her name? Try as she could, the young woman
just couldn't place her.

The older woman just smiled for a moment, then made a hand
motion leading to a large glass door off to the left of
the garden.

"Yokoso oide kudasareta, Amanda san." She said as she made
an inviting gesture with her hand.

Now seeing that there was an apartment beyond the glass
doors, Amanda realized that she had just been invited in.
The woman must be married to one of the corporate big
wheels to rate a home like this. Reaching the door, she
stopped and gasped in amazement at the decor. It was
totally western. It could have been a Penthouse on Park
Avenue.

"Dozo." The woman said as she again motioned for Amanda to
enter.

Once inside, Amanda took a moment to take in her
surroundings. Most apartments in Japan were tiny affairs
yet just this living room could house an entire family. A
large screen TV occupied the far wall, surrounded by a
state of the art stereo system. On the nearby piano was a
photograph of a younger version of the woman standing next
to a much older Japanese man. She didn't recognize the
man, he hadn't taken part in any of the trade talks.

The woman said something else that Amanda didn't quite
catch. She felt a little foolish not being able to
understand. Yet it wasn't her fault that she didn't speak
Japanese. Searching her memory for what she hoped were the
right words, Amanda said the only Japanese phrase she had
been able to memorize.

"Gomen nasai nihon goa hanase masen" She said, hoping that
she'd just said she didn't speak Japanese and not some
other ridiculous remark.

The woman just smiled again and pointed to herself.

"Mariko." She said simply.

Amanda breathed a sign of relief. At least she hadn't
insulted her.

"Amanda." She replied. "Then I guess you already knew
that."

Mariko moved over to a small wet bar and asked with her
hands if Amanda wanted a drink.

"Why not," Amanda said as she indicated acceptance with a
motion of her hand.

Silence reigned for a few minutes as both women tasted
their drinks. Amanda kept asking herself, what did she do
now. There was only so much she and Mariko could do with
hand gestures.

"This is good." She noted out loud as she sipped more of
her drink.

"Hai!" Her host agreed.

"Well, thank you for the drink, but I guess I really
should be going." Amanda finally said as she placed the
glass on a small table.

Mariko seemed agitated as the American woman started to
turn in the direction of the door. She reached out and
took hold of Amanda's hand. The smaller woman's grip was
quite strong and surprisingly warm. Amanda looked into her
dark eyes and smiled.

"If only we spoke the same language," Amanda mused as she
enjoyed the touch of Mariko's hand in hers. "Then I'd be
able to tell you what an attractive woman you are. Back
home I might even try to entice you back into my bed."

She paused a moment then went on, knowing that the
Japanese woman didn't understand a word she was saying.

"I don't even know if they have such a thing as lesbians
in Japan." She concluded.

Mariko's eyes suddenly lit up at the word lesbian. Her
grip grew stronger and she seemed to pull Amanda closer.

"Les-bins." She repeated, again looking deep into Amanda's
blue eyes.

A confused look covered Amanda's face. Was Mariko asking
if she was a lesbian? Had some member of the delegation
made a remark identifying her as one? Or was Mariko trying
to say that she too was a lesbian?

The tall blonde didn't have a lot of time to ponder the
questions as Mariko took her hand and pressed it firmly
against her small breasts. As the naked palm pressed
against the exposed flesh at the top of her dress, the
Japanese woman let out a soft sigh.

If she wasn't a lesbian, Amanda said to herself, she was
at least curious enough about girl sex to have brought her
here. However she had heard about Amanda, she must have
decided to take advantage of her sudden appearance on the
roof. If only to satisfy her curiosity.

To respond was very tempting. Amanda had always been very
careful to keep her business and personal lives very
separate. Back home, a husband might head straight for the
divorce court if he found his wife with another woman.
Over here there was no telling what could happen. From
what she'd seen of Japanese husbands, they were so
conservative that they made Jesse Helms look like a
bleeding heart liberal.

Then again, there wasn't much more she could do to screw
up her career. Mariko was very beautiful, and it had been
so very long since she'd broken up with her last
girlfriend. Maybe it was time to throw caution to the
wind.

Mariko then took the decision out of Amanda's hands.
Pulling the American closer, she leaned forward and kissed
her. So fluid had been her motion, Amanda was surprised by
the sudden touch of her lips. She opened her mouth to
respond and felt a soft touch as Mariko's tongue entered
her mouth.

"It seems like you've done this before." Amanda said as
their tongues caressed each other.

Finally the kiss ended and the two women separated, each
stepping back about a foot. Mariko reached out and placed
her outstretched hand on Amanda's large breast. Running it
across the blonde's blue dress, she stopped when she
reached the large nipple. Her smile grew with wider as she
found it already hard.

"I guess they're a little larger than You're use to."
Amanda grinned.

Cupping both of Amanda's breasts, Mariko stepped closer
and kissed the exposed flesh of each one. Then she lifted
her head higher and kissed Amanda's lips again.

This time, Amanda was ready and returned the kiss with all
of the passion she could. She pulled the older woman
against her, so that their breasts pressed against each
other. As her tongue again explored the inner reaches of
Mariko's mouth, Amanda slid her hand down the Japanese
woman's back and then pulled up her dress. Then continuing
downward, her hand slipped beneath the elastic of Mariko's
panties and finally came to a rest on her smooth buttocks.
Amanda squeezed the soft flesh and was rewarded by a small
sign from Mariko.

They stood there a few minutes, holding each other
tightly. Then Mariko motioned for Amanda to follow her
into another room. Taking hold of Mariko's offered hand,
Amanda willingly followed.

Entering one of the side room, Amanda found herself
confronted by a bathroom of immense proportions. In the 
center of the room was a large tub, big enough to easily
fit four people. Next to the wall length vanity stool a
large glass enclosed shower, with water nozzles on all
three of the interior walls. All in all, the bath was
larger than Amanda's bedroom back home.

Letting go of Amanda's hand, the older woman began to
disrobe. Her bright green dress soon draped a small stool
against the wall, and her panties quickly followed.

Amanda couldn't help but be impressed. Whatever her age,
Mariko was in excellent shape. Her breasts, though small,
were round and firm, capped by small brown nipples. Her
skin was smooth and hairless, even the area around her
womanhood was nearly bare.

Suddenly feeling a little awkward, Amanda quickly followed
Mariko's example and dropped her clothes onto another
chair. She knew Mariko's eyes were riveted on her as she
reached behind and undid the latch of her bra. One hand
held her 38d bra against her breasts as the straps came
undone. Then with an erotic slowness, she let the heavy
material also fall to the floor. The sudden freedom from
constraint caused Amanda's breasts to bounce, much to
Mariko's vocal delight.

Next came the thin white panties, revealing a hairy blonde
bush. Amanda always preferred to let her hair grow wild in
that region, as a mark of independence. From the reaction
in Mariko's eyes, she could tell that the Japanese woman
also approved.

Standing naked on the smooth tile floor, Amanda rubbed her
large breasts, bringing circulation back to them as well
as causing the nipples to harden even more. She had always
been proud of her breasts and spent at least an hour a day
working out.

Mariko moved to Amanda and ran her hands all over the
taller woman's body. The immense smile on her face made
words unnecessary. She stoked each breast with girlish
joy. Then moved down to the curly mound of blonde hair.
She was fascinated by its size. She looked down at her own
sparse mound and looked a little disappointed.

"No, its beautiful." Amanda said with a smile as she
reached down and stroked the Oriental woman's pearl."

Mariko's smile returned and she took Amanda's hand and led
her to the large shower on the far side of the room. Once
inside, Mariko closed the glass doors and hit a bright
green button on a wall panel. In response, all three
shower heads came alive, sending a warm drizzle all over
the two women. From a small shelf in the corner, Mariko
produced a bar of soap and began to massage Amanda's back
with it.

Normally, Amanda preferred to be the aggressor in a
situation, but this time she felt different. Mariko's
small hands felt so good as they moved up and down her
back that she was content to just follow where ever the 
dark haired woman led. Finishing with Amanda's back,
Mariko reached around and began to cover her breasts with
soap. Her laughter filled the small chamber as she played
with the large globes. Then she slid her hands down to the
hairy bush and covered that as well with a soapy lather.
She slid her soapy finger inside Amanda, quickly following
it with a second. Then she began to slowly pump the
fingers in and out.

Amanda turned around to give Mariko better access to her
charms. Now face to face, Mariko wasted no time in
bringing her mouth to Amanda's melon sized tits. Her
tongue outlined the large nipples as her fingers reentered
Amanda. Then she began to suck in earnest, bringing a
small squeal of exuberance from Amanda. As her fingers
glided faster and faster in and out of the American woman,
Mariko tried to take more and more of Amanda's breast into
her mouth. The water from the overhead showers continued
to cover their bodies, washing away the growing scent of
girlsex.

Amanda braced herself against two poles build into the
shower wall, wondering if they had been installed there
for exactly this purpose. The lithe Japanese woman
continued to slide her fingers in and out of Amanda's now
dripping cunt. With each thrust of her hand, a new wave of
delight swept through Amanda's body. Finally, having had
her fill of suckling at the American's large breasts,
Mariko moved her attention to between her legs, replacing
her cum covered fingers with her soft probing tongue.

The soft touch of the woman's tongue proved electric as
Amanda spread her legs wider to give her greater access.
If it weren't for the handgrips on the wall she'd fall
flat on her ass. Like a surgical instrument, Mariko's
tongue covered every inch of Amanda's inner walls. The
waves of delight now crested at more than twice the
previous level as spasms racked Amanda's body.

"God, this woman is fantastic!" Amanda thought to herself.
"No way this is her first time." She continued,
remembering former lovers who had a lifetime of lesbian
sex behind them, yet still had nothing near Mariko skill
with her tongue.

Continuing her onslaught on Amanda's sex, Mariko slid a
soapy finger into the blonde's anus. Lubricated by the
soap and water, it slid in easily and it wasn't long
before she was finger-fucking Amanda's ass as furiously as
she had her pussy.

"Eat me!" Amanda yelled as yet another spasm roared
through her. "Suck my pussy!"

She didn't know if the Japanese woman comprehended a word
she said, but the intent was certainly understood. Mariko
doubled her efforts and it wasn't long before Amanda felt
herself on the threshold of an incredible orgasm.

Letting go of her handholds, she grabbed the back of the
Japanese woman's head and pulled her deeper within her.
Just in time to receive an eruption of cum. Mariko scooped
it up with her tongue as fast as she could, but so intense
was Amanda's climax that she couldn't keep up.

Amanda meanwhile was totally lost in ecstasy, grinding her
cunt into the Japanese woman's face. She didn't care if
she suffocated, as long as she continued to delight her
with that magic tongue for just a few more seconds.

Finally, she began to regain control of her shaking body
and she eased off a little. Panting, she leaned against
the tile wall. Mariko slowing removed herself from between
Amanda's legs. She also removed her fingers from both
Amanda's ass and her own pussy, which she had been
masturbating as well.

Rising to her feet, she kissed Amanda hard. The American
loved tasting her own cum on another woman's tongue and
sucked it deep within her. It had been one of the most
dynamic climaxes of her life. She couldn't wait to return
the favor.

Surprisingly, Mariko hit another button on the panel and
the torrid of water abruptly stopped. She slid the glass
doors open and led Amanda out of the shower. Handing
Amanda a towel. she quickly dried herself off. Then she
motioned the blonde to follow her into yet another room.

The third room turned out to be a bedroom, as large and
expensively furnished as the other rooms. In the center
was a large oval bed, covered with red satin sheets.
Mariko quickly moved to the center of the bed and invited
Amanda to join her.

Sliding up to her, Amanda immediately began to kiss her
small breasts, taking the tiny brown nipple into her
mouth. As she worked on one breast, her nimble hand worked
the other. Then she would switch. Mariko clearly enjoyed
the attention, moaning softly with closed eyes. Amanda
moved down the soft golden body, kissing her way to the
small black triangle that covered Mariko's still wet cunt.
Parting the lips with her fingers, she kissed the small
bump of her clitoris. Then she began to lick the dried cum
off it, mixing it with her own saliva. She felt a little
silly thinking that an Asian woman might have tasted
different. Of course it would be different, not because
she was Asian but because everyone's body chemistry was
different.

Long minutes passed as Amanda worked her own magic on
Mariko's garden. The older woman mimicked Amanda's earlier
actions as she held her by the back of the head and
matched the white woman's rhythm with each thrust of her
pelvis. Every lurch forward was met by Amanda's ready
tongue.

Sweat covered Mariko's body as she began to rock with a
series of mini-orgasms. Amanda was determined to give as
good as she had received.

Mariko was shouting something in rapid fire Japanese. So
rapid was her speech, burst of words between gasps, that
Amanda would have been hard pressed to understand her if
she knew the language.

Finally, with hand motions, she made Amanda understand
that she wanted something in the night table. Rolling off
her, Amanda slid open the draw and reached inside.
Grasping a long slim object, the American lifted it into
the light.

Crafted of a pure white ivory, it couldn't simply be
called a dildo. Ten inches long and two inches thick, it
was a work of art, painstakingly crafted by an artist's
hand. Every line, every vein had been recreated. Amanda
had seen a similar objet d'art in a museum. If this was
genuine, and there was no reason to believe it wasn't, it
had to be at least three hundred years old.

"Is this what you wanted?" She asked as she moved back to
Mariko.

"Hai!" The Japanese woman replied as her eyes opened wide.
"Harigata!"

"All right, what ever makes you happy." Amanda answered as
she gently ran the antique cock over Mariko's womanhood.

It had been a long time since Amanda had used a dildo on
another woman. She didn't use one herself and few of her
lovers did either. They were usually the province of
bisexual woman who still enjoyed being penetrated.

Smearing the head of the artifact with Mariko's
lubricating cum, Amanda positioned its head at the
entrance of Mariko's tunnel of love. With a slight motion,
she lid the head of the harigata inward, until it
disappeared between the pink lips. Then she slid it back
an inch, before moving it forward two inches. She repeated
the gesture a dozen more times, until she was sure the
Japanese woman was good and lubricated.

Mariko had been calling out words of encouragement, again
in rapid fire Japanese. Amanda knew she was going too
slow, but was afraid that she would hurt the smaller
woman. Then in a quick movement Mariko grabbed the base of
the harigata and pulled it within her.

The cry of joy and look of rapture on her face told Amanda
that she was dealing with one determined lady. So be it.
She grabbed hold of the ivory phallic and began to
frantically slide it in and out of her host. Amanda never
understood other women's obsession with being fucked. She
herself had only one experience to compare it against
almost seven years before. Watching the volley of emotions
running across Mariko's face as she greeted each new
thrust, Amanda wondered if perhaps she was missing
something.

It wasn't long before Mariko's body grew suddenly tense
and her face grew filled with a determination to hold off
orgasm as long as she could. Amanda increased her powerful
thrusts, having added her tongue to the effort a short
time before. Mariko suddenly let out a loud yell as she
gripped the headpost above her and exploded in a burst of
passion. Amanda continued her efforts, trying to make it
last as long as she could. It seemed like an eternity,
then the room became deadly silent.

Slowly, carefully, Amanda withdrew the harigata. It was
covered she noted with a glossy film, the result of her
efforts. Unable to resist the temptation, she lifted it to
her mouth like an ice cream pop and began to lick it
clean.

Mariko lay there quietly, her body exhausted. Amanda
lifted herself higher into the bed and snuggled up against
her. The two women embraced and Amanda smiled. It wouldn't
hurt just to lie there for a little while, she thought.

The next thing Amanda knew, the room was filled with
sunlight from the overhead skylight. It was morning. She
looked to the other side of the bed, only to find it
empty.

"What time is it?" Amanda asked herself as she jumped up
and looked for a clock. "How could I have spent the night?
At least on the bright side, her husband never came home."

Surprised to find her clothes laid out neatly at the base
of the bed, Amanda began to quickly dress. A chime from
across the room drew her attention from to a small clock
on a dresser.

"Nine O'clock!" She exclaimed. "The final meeting is
scheduled for ten. I have to get out of here."

Just then, Mariko entered the room, carrying a tray with
tea and a collection of small breakfast pastries. She was
wearing a dark blue robe that was loose enough to give a
splendid view of her small breasts.

"Anata wa yoko nemutla ka?" She asked as she placed the
tray on a small table.

"I'm sorry, but I have to run." Amanda replied as she
pulled on her shoes. "I hope you understand enough to know
how incredibly special last night was. I'd stay if I
could, but I have to try and save what little is left of
my career."

With that she jumped up and started to head for the door.
She paused just long enough to kiss Mariko good-bye.

"I really do want to thank you again." She said before
reluctantly turning to leave.

"Do itashimashite." The Japanese woman said just before
Amanda disappeared out the door.

By the time Amanda made it back to her room, showered and
then changed, it was ten to ten. She arrived at the
conference room only a few minutes before the meeting was
called to order.

"Wilson's been furious that you weren't at the breakfast
meeting this morning." Jim O'Rourke whispered to her as
she sat down next to him. "I told him that you were ill
but would be at this meeting in time. I was beginning to
worry that you wouldn't"

"Thanks Jim, I really appreciate it." She whispered back.

Jim O'Rourke was one of her few friends at the
corporation. Most of the men, and not a few of the women
had taken a long step away from her last year when she had
gone public with her lesbianism. Jim had stood fast,
telling her that it was no one's business who she shared
her bed with.

The meeting progressed quickly. Every once and a while,
Wilson would send an angry glance in her direction.
Finally, Mr. Hitanuma took the podium and all eyes fell on
him.

As his speech progressed, it became obvious that the trade
deal had fallen through. Amanda could feel the other
members of the delegation moving away from her in spirit
if not in fact. They all knew where the ax would fall.

"I think that maybe you'd better distance yourself as
well, Jim." She whispered to her friend. "I'd hate to take
you down with me."

"Sorry love," Came the reply. "I don't work like that."

Amanda smiled. If she could have ever been interested in a
man, Jim would have been a perfect choice. He was
definitely good people.

The meeting soon broke up and Pete Wilson made a beeline
for Amanda. The look on his face told it all. He'd do
whatever he had to do in order to salvage his career, no
matter what the cost to hers.

"We're leaving on the 5:30 flight to San Francisco." He
said coldly. "See if you can try and be on time for that
at least."

With that he stormed out the door, followed by all her
associates except Jim. None of them would even make eye
contact.

"I guess that's it then, so much for the short great
career of Amanda McIntyre."

Jim muttered some words of encouragement and started to
head for the door. Amanda was about to follow when a
familiar figure in the far right of the room caught her
attention. Her face turned pale as she saw Mariko talking
with Isoruko Hitanuma. Had she spent the night with
Hitanuma's wife? Had she wrecked the negotiations after
all?

"Jim," She said as she pulled him back into the room.
"Who's that woman talking to Hitanuma? Is that his wife?"

Jim O'Rourke looked at the woman across the room and shook
his head.

"Old man Hitanuma wouldn't let his precious wife get
within a half mile of a business meeting. No Japanese
husband would." Jim replied. "That's Mariko Takeshita!" He
added as if Amanda should know the name.

"Who?" She said hesitantly.

"Takeshita," He repeated. "You really have to pay more
attention to the briefings, and not just those about
corporate finance. Mariko Takeshita is the daughter of
Kiyoshi Hiraizumi, as in Hiraizumi Industries. "

"Oh shit!" Amanda said to herself. "I didn't fuck the
boss's wife, I fucked his daughter!"

An hour later, a dejected Amanda was alone in her room
packing. In her mind she was reviewing her options. There
didn't seem to be many.

"Too bad I'm not Japanese." Amanda said to herself. "They
have an old tradition here of seppuku - ritual suicide."

Realizing that she wasn't even laughing at her own bad
jokes, Amanda felt even more depressed. A soft knock on
the door interrupted her musings.

"Must be Jim trying to cheer me up again." She thought as
she went to answer the door. "No one else wants anything
to do with me."

She was surprise when she opened the door. Instead of
finding the round middle aged Irishman she expected,
Amanda found herself standing face to face with a
beautiful young Japanese woman.

"Ms. McIntyre." The young woman said in perfect English.
"My name is Tamiko Hiroko, I'm the personal assistant to
Mrs. Takeshita. May I speak with your for a few minutes?"

"Of course." Amanda stammered, unsure what to make of this
sudden appearance.

The tall woman gracefully entered the room. Amanda put her
age at about 22. She had very short black hair and a
nearly classic figure. In another time and place, Amanda
would have found herself attracted to her. For now, her
hormones had gotten her in enough trouble.

"I been asked by Mrs. Takeshita to speak to you about a
matter that she feels needs explaining." Tamiko began in a
crisp clear tone. "You are most likely now aware of Mrs.
Takeshita's relationship to Mr. Hiraizumi and in turn
Hiraizumi Industries."

Amanda nodded accent, wondering where this was leading.

"What you may not be aware of, because it is not greatly
publicized, is that for the last two years, Mrs. Takeshita
has been operating as the de facto Chief Operating Officer
of Hiraizumi Industries. Mr. Hitanuma occupies the
position on the board due to the Japanese reluctance to
deal with a woman in a position of authority, but the real
power rests with Mrs. Takeshita. I wanted to make this
clear to you before I go on."

"I understand, please continue." Amanda lied. "What the
fuck is going on here?" She asked herself.

"The proposals put forth by your Mr. Wilson were totally
unacceptable." Tamiko continued. "As such, they were
rejected. Mrs. Takeshita is aware that Mr. Wilson plans to
place the blame for this rejection on your shoulders. In
fact he has already sent a wire to your own CEO to that
effect."

Amanda just continued to nod, wondering where this was all
going.

"Mrs. Takeshita is also aware that you yourself drafted a
series of alternate proposals. Proposals which she feels
would provide the basis for a new discussion of a possible
trade agreement. This belief has also been wired to your
CEO, along with Mrs. Takeshita's amazement that such a
disreputable man such as Mr. Wilson would be placed in
charge of such an important mission."

"Wait a second......" Amanda cut in. "Those proposals were
never discussed outside this room. "How could anyone else
know about them?"

Tamiko hesitated for a few moments. She looked around the
room as if searching for someone. Then she continued.

"This hotel, is owned by Hiraizumi Industries." She said
quietly. "There is little that occurs within it that
escapes Mrs. Takeshita's attention."

"Damn! The room is bugged!" Thought Amanda as she repeated
Tamiko's survey of the room.

Amanda's face flushed red for a second as she wondered if
the surveillance was limited to audio or included video.
Her thoughts were of the many nights she'd lain naked atop
the bed, masturbating herself to orgasm.

"Mrs. Takeshita wanted you to know that all of these
decisions were made prior to last night." The young lady
continued, ignoring the signs of Amanda's embarrassment.
"It is important to her that you understand that these
were all business decisions, and had nothing to do with
your, how shall I put it,....liaison with her last
evening."

"She told you about that?" Amanda asked.

"There was no need to tell me." Tamiko replied. "I have my
own room in the penthouse, and I was at home last evening.
Rest assured that what happened between the two of you was
a genuine coincidence. Mrs. Takeshita had no way of
knowing that you would be out on the terrace when she went
out for some night air."

Amanda had a lot to absorb. From what she could tell, not
only wasn't she going to get fired, it was very likely
that Wilson would. Couldn't happen to a nicer prick. Yet
right now she was wondering something else.

"Tell me, Tamiko," Amanda asked, her voice now once again
filled with confidence. "Is it only the Penthouse that you
share with Mrs. Takeshita?"

Tamiko gave no reply, but from the expression on her face,
Amanda knew that this beautiful young woman had also felt
what it was like to lay naked beneath the satin sheets of
that colossal bed.

"Finally, I have been instructed to present you with
this." She said as she held out a small envelope. "In
light of these developments, we felt that it would be
somewhat awkward for you to return to San Francisco with
Mr. Wilson and his fellows this evening. Inside you will
find a first class ticket for tomorrow's mid-morning
flight to San Francisco. I hope this is to your
satisfaction."

"I guess another night here wouldn't be so bad." Amanda
said. She pretended not to notice that Tamiko's references
had changed from "Mrs. Takeshita felt" to "we felt" to "I
hope."

"Wonderful!" Tamiko beamed, her face coming alive for the
first time. "I would hope that since you will be staying
this last night that you will allow me to take you to
dinner. Perhaps I can show you some of the Osaka night
life you might have missed staying in at night."

"Definitely video." Amanda said to herself as she watched
Tamiko's eyes light up when she mentioned that Amanda had
stayed in at night. "I wonder if I could get a copy of the
tape as a souvenir?"

"Are you sure, Mrs. Takeshita wouldn't have a problem with
you and I....."

"Most definitely not." Tamiko interjected. "In fact it was
her suggestion that I ask you. She said that I would find
knowing you a unique and very rewarding experience."

Amanda returned the girl's smile and reached for her coat.
As they exited into the hall and Amanda locked the door
behind her, she turned to Tamiko and asked.....

"You don't happen to own a harigata, do you?"

END

Friday At The Movies

by Ann Douglas

Jack Tayor couldn't believe his luck. He was going to be
the first of all his friends to see the new Clint Conner's
action film, Deadly Larry. With a bravado worthy of Clint
Conner himself, the 16 yr old had spent a week planning
the operation that had resulted in his triumph.

First he had reported to school that morning and attended
his home room and the first period class, just enough time
to establish in the eyes of the school authorities that he
had been to school that day. That way he avoided the
postcard they sent home to your parents whenever you were
marked absent. Then he had hid out in the boys bathroom
for the first fifteen minutes of the second period. Like a
spy penetrating the most secret halls of the Pentagon,
Jack had then worked his way to the school's side
entrance, the only one that was open after the start of
second period.

Careful observation had taught him that it was about
twenty after that Mrs. Kaminsky, the woman who was the
door monitor there, usually took a cigarette break.
Arriving at the top of the staircase at quarter after,
Jack watched as she locked the door and headed for the
teacher's lounge on the other end of the first floor. With
the passing of all the no smoking rules, it was the only
place an adult could smoke in the building. Most students
usually just lit up in the closest bathroom.

Having previously timed the operation, the sandy haired
teenager knew it would take her two minutes to reach the
lounge. Adding five minutes for the smoke, that gave him
nine minutes to make his escape.

As the gray haired matron disappeared into the first floor
hallway, Jack carefully watched the second hand on his
watch. He would give her two minutes to get at least get
to the lounge. It wouldn't do for her to suddenly realize
she forgot her lighter and catch him playing with the door
lock.

As the sweep hand passed four for the second time, he
bolted from his hiding place and ran for the door.
Normally once locked, the door couldn't be opened from the
inside without setting off the fire alarms. To most kids,
this would be a major problem, but not to a fan of Clint
Conners. A little research in the school library had told
him that a little piece of conductive tape in the right
place would let him bypass the alarm.

Two minutes later, a wide smile filled his face as he
heard a satisfying click when the door locked behind him.
The little piece of tape would fall off of its own accord
when Mrs. Kaminsky reopened the door. He had made the
perfect escape.

Arriving at the theater at 11:18, he quickly bought his
ticket while the woman in the ticket booth was more
interested in watching her morning soap than in noting
that he was too young to be buying a ticket for the R
rated film. The rest of his friends would get around this
restriction later that night by having one of their older
brothers come with them to the show.

Now, safe in his seat in the back two rows of the theater,
he anxiously waited the start of the show. There were only
about a dozen people in the movie house, spread out among
a theater which normally held almost 500 people. That was
the beauty of his plan. He would be able to savor every
minute of the film in a quiet, empty theater. When his
buddies saw it tonight, it would be with a couple of
hundred screaming fans.

In the front of the theater, Jack could see two other
teens who must've also skipped school to see the film.
Sitting in the front rows was always a bad move, Jack
believed. It was too easy to be seen from the back doors.
Sometimes the Theater Manager would spot check each
auditorium, looking out for kids playing hooky. Checking
his watch, Jack happily noted it was only five minutes to
show time.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Said a tall woman who had
moved into the row just in front of Jack.

"Er...no." Jack replied.

"Good," She smiled, I don't like to sit too close to the
screen, it hurts my eyes."

"Oh jeez!" Jack said under his breath. "Practically an
empty theater and she's going to sit right in front of
me."

Actually, she sat 2 seats to the right of the empty seat
in front of him. Even so, it was close enough to intrude
on Jack's own little private space.

The woman stood again as she laid her coat over one of the
empty chairs. As she stood in the light, Jack got a better
look at her. Her face showed more than a few age lines and
her curly black hair had more than a few steaks of gray-
white. Jack was never good at guessing ages but he figured
that she was older than his mother. who was 45. If he
could look in her purse and see her driver's license, he
would've see that she was actually 49. She wasn't heavy
like his mother or any of her friends, but she still
wasn't a woman he would look at twice. In fact, all she
really was to him at that moment was an annoyance. Someone
who was upsetting his carefully thought out plans.

"Two minutes to show time." Flashed the imagine on the
screen, replacing the various adds the theater showed
while you waited. "Last chance to visit our snack bar."

"Ok," Thought Jack, putting the woman out of his mind.
"Here we go!"

It was then that he noticed the man in the suit jacket
talking to the two teens in front. He was using a
flashlight to check their id's. A few moments later he was
leading them back up the aisle to the exits. Jack sunk
down a little lower in his seat, he could've told them
sitting up front was a mistake.

The Manager had already passed Jack when one of the teens
saw him and called out.

"Hey, what about him?"

"Shit!" Jack thought as the flashlight beam spun around
and rested on him. "What a fuckin' asshole! He gets caught
so he has to make sure that no one else gets to see the
movie."

The Manager was already half way down the row to check
Jack's identification when the woman in front of him
turned around and asked....

"Is there a problem?"

"Sorry for the disruption, Ma'am." The Theater Manager
said apologetically. "We've been having a problem with
kids cutting school and hanging out here, especially when
we're running action movies like these. The School Board
has asked us to do spot checks on unescorted teens to cut
down on truancy. It'll just take a minute and you'll be
able to enjoy the movie. Again I apologize but I'm sure
you understand?"

"Oh of course," She replied. "In fact I'm glad to see you
take such a personal interest in the matter. You see so
little of that these days."

Jack paid little attention to the exchange, instead
cursing the luck that had undone his carefully crafted
plan.

"But I'm afraid there's been a small mistake." The woman
continued. "This young man behind me is my nephew."

"Your nephew?" The Manager repeated.

"Why yes," She continued. "I normally don't sit with him
cause he's a little embarrassed about sitting with his
"Old Aunt". I don't know about these two young gentlemen,
but my nephew is obviously too young to have bought a 
ticket to this film without an adult having been with
him."

"Well I guess its ok then." The Manager said, his voice
showing he wasn't really convinced.

But by now a few of the other patrons were standing and
looking in his direction to see what was the delay was in
starting the movie.

If it'll make you happy, I'll sit back there with him and
make sure there's no problem." The woman said as she rose
and moved around to enter the row from the other side.

The Manager was about to say that it wouldn't be
necessary, but she was already moving. Instead he withdrew
as quick as he could and signaled the projectionist to
start the film.

As the house lights dimmed, Jack leaned over and said a
quiet thank you to the woman. He still wasn't overjoyed
about her sitting near him, much less next to him, but it
sure beat getting thrown out and missing the movie.

"That's ok," The woman who told him her name was Alice
replied. "I was young once, believe it or not. I'll try
not to detract from your enjoyment of the film."

Twenty minutes later, after 2 car crashes, a bank robbery,
and a dozen dead hoods had appeared on the screen, Jack
had forgotten that Alice was even there.

Jack's eyes opened wide with the appearance of Cindy
Armstrong on the screen. One of the hottest young
actresses around, she was appearing in the film as
Conner's rookie partner. She was going undercover as a
dancer in a go go bar and was about to audition for the
job. With a flourish, Cindy pulled off her blue tank top,
letting a incredible pair of 38D's fall free. Every man in
the theater sat up a little straighter to get a better
look, and Jack was so exception.

"What a set of tits!" He thought.

When she began to dance on screen, Jack became
increasingly aware of a building pressure in his jeans.
Like any healthy 16 yr old, it took little to give him a
hard on. By the time Cindy finished her dance routine,
Jack's 6" cock was rock hard. Unfortunately it was also in
a very awkward position, sticking out from under his
briefs and rubbing against his jeans. After a while it
began to hurt.

It was then that he remembered that Alice was sitting next
to him. She'd been true to her word and hadn't uttered a
sound to interrupt his enjoyment of the action, just
sitting there quietly, eating her popcorn. He couldn't
just slide his hand down his pants and shift his cock to a
more comfortable position. He was too embarrassed.
Hopefully, since the scene had already ended, his cock
would quickly return to normal proportions.

That was not to be as no more than five minutes later,
there was Candy again, naked in the shower. Watching her
soap up her breasts and rub them vigorously, Jack's
erection returned with a vengeance. This time he had to do
something.

Looking straight ahead and hoping Alice was doing the
same, the teenager slid his hand down into his pants and
shifted his cock to a more comfortable angle. He let out
an involuntary sign as he touched the sensitive cockbase
and a electric spark of pleasure jumped from his loins.
Reluctantly he withdrew his hand, thankful that Alice
hadn't seemed to notice his actions.

This time his member stayed erect as Cindy spent almost
five minutes dressing for her date with Conner only to
quickly strip again for their lovemaking scene.

Watching his hero explore every inch of Cindy's delectable
body proved too much for Jack. Even in its now more
comfortable position, his cock was pressing against the
denim of his jeans. All he could think about was how good
it would feel to just rub it a little and pretend he was
Clint, making love to Cindy.

For a few moments he considered heading for the bathroom,
where he could spend a few minutes playing with his now
aching cock. Then he quickly discarded the idea because
his little tent pole would be visible the minute he
stepped out into the light. Also, after all the trouble he
went to get here, he didn't want to miss any of the movie.

Finally, throwing caution to the wind, he slid his jacket
over his lap as unobtrusively as possible. Then he slid
his hand under his jacket and began to carefully rub his
stiff dick through the material. A tiny smile came to his
lips at the small measure of relief.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Jack stole a look at Alice.
Glad to see her attention was glued to the screen and the
movie, he continued his gentle ministrations. It felt so
good, the excitement of actually doing it in the movies
made it feel even better.

Not taking the time to think about what he was doing, for
if he did he would've realized what a bad idea it was,
Jack quietly popped the top button of his pants and slid
down the zipper. The smile on his face grew wider as he
felt the warm flesh of his boycock in his hand. The up and
down motion of his firm grip sent repeated cycles of joy
through his young body. He really wasn't paying attention
to the movie anymore. In fact he was now pretty much
oblivious of everything around him.

Feeling the rising pressure in his small balls, Jack
closed his eyes and sighed. He couldn't remember that last
time it had felt so good. A few more strokes and he was
sure he would cum.

The sudden reality of where he was and what he was doing
suddenly came back to him like a thunderclap. His eyes
popped open and his mouth dropped. The sudden pressure of
another hand against his own suddenly sent a cold stab
through his chest.

Afraid to even turn his head, he never the less knew that
Alice was no longer watching the film. Beneath his jacket
he could feel her fingers running across his until they
came in contact with the soft skin of his cock. That spark
flashed through him like a bolt of lightning, causing him
to jump in his seat. Shocked out of his paralysis, he
turned and saw the smile on Alice's face.

"It's ok." She whispered. "Just sit back and relax."

Instead of sitting back, Jack whirled his head from side
to side to see if anyone else was watching. Certain that
everyone in the theater could see what was happening, he
couldn't believe it when he saw that all eyes where still
on the screen where Clint Conner was dispatching another
half dozen drug dealers. As the thought that he was still
safe finally registered, so did the soothing feeling
Alice's hand was producing.

Instead of the usual jerking motion he was used to,
whether it was by his hand or the few girls he had dated
long enough to get a hand job from, Alice's fingers seemed
to glide across his skin like feathers. Each gentle touch
produced a ripple of delight, it was unlike anything he
had experienced before. In his most vivid fantasies, Jack
could never have imagined it could feel so good.

His mind just seemed to drift among waves of pleasure as
Jack finally sat back and closed his eyes. The possibility
of getting caught no longer worried him, only the
possibility of Alice stopping before he climaxed.

As soothing as her touch felt, it was like sandpaper as
compared to the indescribable feeling that flooded the
core of his being a few moments later. At first he didn't
understand the soft and warm wetness which abruptly
engulfed his cock, having had nothing to match it against
in his young memory. It was only when he opened his eyes a
second later that he saw that Alice had replaced her magic
hands with her even more magical mouth.

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, Alice
applied such pressure that she seemed to draw the very
life essence out of his body.

But for the moment, that was all she drew. It was only the
skillful pressure she kept on the base of his young cock
that had prevented his seed from exploding the moment her
mouth had made contact. She could feel he was aching for
release, but was determined to make it last as long as she
could.

In a isolated moment of clarity, Jack was able to take a
step back and appreciate the situation. In all his
fantasies, he had dreamed of cheerleaders or movie stars.
Yet here it was a woman older than his mother who was
bringing him to levels of euphoria he never imagined
existed. He would never be able to look at those women in
the same way. That of sexless old women.

On the now almost totally ignored screen, Deadly Larry was
nearing its explosive climax, as was Larry's number one
fan. Alice 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 boycock. 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, Alice took him within her
mouth one last time and began to wash away the last
remnants of her efforts. By the time his boyhood slipped
limply from her, not a trace remained.

The house lights came up a few minutes later as the
credits rolled on the screen. In ones and twos, the
patrons passed Alice and Jack, totally unaware of what had
occurred.

Jack studied each face as it passed, thankful that none
gave him a second look. He turned to say something to
Alice, only to find she was gone - having exited the other
end of the row. He jumped to his feet and looked from side
to side, finally spotting her by the far exit. She stopped
when she saw him watching her. Their eyes met one last
time --- Alice smiled ---and then she was gone.

John Michael Tayor, police officer, husband and father of
two, popped the video tape from out of the VCR. Before he
dropped the well worn tape back into the plastic storage
box, he glanced once more at the title..."Deadly Larry - -
1973".

"I don't know how you can watch that silly movie so many
times?" Asked Sergeant Taylor's wife as she reentered the
room. "Most times you don't even seen to pay attention to
it, you just sit there with that silly grin on your face."

"That film always reminds me of an important lesson...."
The 35 yr old replied as he dropped the case into the
storage cabinet. "About not always making judgments about
people and things by how they look, and to always open
your mind to the new and unexpected."

"From that stupid film?" She replied. "I don't get it."

"I guess not, but I sure did!" Mike Taylor answered with
that same silly grin on his face.

END

Highway Patrol

by Ann Douglas

Part One

The roar of the engine filled the early morning desert air
as the canary yellow 1996 Viper convertible raced down the
empty highway. The young woman at the wheel paid no
attention to the tableau around her as it hurried past.
Her mind was on much more important matters.

To anyone who owned a television, the young redhead's face
was instantly recognizable. Right after, that was, they
stopped looking at the long smooth, tanned legs that
stretched out from her white shorts and the overflowing
breasts that strained against a small red tank top that
had to be at least two sizes too small. What her legions
of fans would find shocking would be the angry thoughts 
that filled her mind.

"Goddamn fucking agents.." Angela Foster yelled into the
wind as she shifted into another gear with an angry
movement. "They have some fucking nerve!"

The agent in particular that Angela's anger was directed
against was one John Temple. He was one of the best movers
and shakers in Hollywood and the man who had started
Angela on the road to stardom.

Last night, Angela had attended a party at the palatial
desert ranch of producer William Donovan. It was supposed
to cement the deal giving her the lead role in his next
sure blockbuster film. What the reality had been was that
Donovan had wanted to cement the deal in his bed. An event
that Temple had assured him was more than probable.

"When is that asshole going to remember that I'm a major
star." Angela thought. "I don't have to spread my legs for
some balding sixty-two year old."

Angela was the star of one of the years hit series, "Los
Angeles Blues". Know sarcastically as "Babes in Blue", it
was the network's answer to Baywatch. And unlike its beach
counterpart, its main star was female, namely Angela
Foster. By the time she was done, she was convinced they'd
be saying Pamela who?

The days were long gone when the 26 year old had to put 
out to get ahead. It was time John learned that. He was no
longer making the decisions about her career - she was.
And if he couldn't get that into his head, well there were
other agents.

Lost in angry thought, Angela barely noticed the small
comfort station along the road that she barreled past at
better than 100 mph. What she did become painfully aware
of was the flashing red and blue lights of the highway
patrol cruiser that appeared moments later from behind the
building.

"Fuck!" Angela yelled as she turned and looked over her
shoulder. "This shit I don't need right now."

Had she been thinking a little cooler, Angela would've
simply pulled over and taking the ticket and the
inevitable lecture. In fact, based on the previous four
times she'd been pulled over for speeding, she wouldn't
get either. At worse, she'd show a little skin, flash some
tit and leave a satisfied patrolman with a story to tell
and an autograph.

But this morning Angela had an anger at the whole world
and instead pressed her foot down on the accelerator,
causing the high performance automobile to quickly close
on its top speed of 165 mph.

"Eat shit and die!" Angela laughed as she image of the
police cruiser in her rear view mirror receded in the
distance. Even if they'd managed to copy down her plate
number, she didn't care. After all, it was Temple's car
that she'd borrowed and if they went looking for him, it
would serve the little cocksucker right.

Two minutes later the police cruiser was gone from view
and already fading from Angela's mind. She downshifted and
slowed to a more respectable velocity. A sly smile crossed
her lips at her small victory.

The smile quickly faded as she cleared a small rise in the
road and saw the police cruiser ahead of her. The cruiser
was spread across both lanes about a quarter mile ahead.
It took a second for her to realize that it wasn't the
same one she'd left behind in the dust. Fast as a Viper
was, it couldn't outrun a radio signal.

Angela slowed to a stop and considered her options. Upon
due reflection, the actress realized that her little run
for the gold was one big fucking mistake. If word of this
got to the tabloid press, the negative publicity would be
awkward to say the least. As much as she liked to consider
herself as a major star, Angela was enough of a realist at
times to know the truth of the old saying that "fame was
fleeting."

She took a deep breath and began to move forward at a
greatly reduced speed. Angela put on her contrite face and
practiced her apology. She had to get out of this as quick
as possible. If worse came to worse, she'd offer to blow
the cop. She couldn't imagine any normal guy turning down
that offer. There were far worse things that she'd done
for her career.

"Shit, what if he's gay?" she thought as she came to a
stop a hundred feet from the police cruiser. "In that
case, I'll fix him up with Ramon." she decided, picturing
the 6'2" stud that the studio had hired as her personal
trainer. She wanted to bed him so badly and wanted to cry
when she found out that he wasn't the least bit
interested.

Long minutes passed as Angela watched the police officer
sit in the front seat of the cruiser. She wondered what
the hell he was waiting for, then got her answer as the
lights of the first highway patrol cruiser appeared again
in her rear view mirror.

"Guess I'm going to have to make that two blowjobs."
Angela thought as she recalled the night six years before
when she'd done summer stock and had participated in her
last threesome. It was a pleasant memory but she pushed it
aside. Damage control came first.

"Showtime." Angela said to herself as she saw the doors of
both of the police cruisers open and a uniformed figure
step out of each.

Angela stretched the open top of her blouse to give an
even better view of her breasts. The deep valley between
her mounds was clearly visible. She pushed her ample
breasts up to give an even better view of them. She
checked her face in the mirror and was satisfied that she
was as hot as she ever was. Her hands ran through her long
red hair and she pulled it back.

"Good morning officer." Angela said with her warmest voice
as she turned with a flair to face the officer approaching
from behind.

"License and registration please." the officer said as the
blue uniformed figure stepped up to the drivers side door.

The look of confidence on Angela's face turned to dust in
the wind as the actress looked right into a set of breasts
even more impressive than her own. Dark black hair tied in
a bun framed a creamy white face. Behind a pair of
mirrored sunglasses were a pair of baby blue eyes.

"Of course." Angela said, trying to regain her composure.
"I realize I was speeding," she said in her most
apologetic tone. "And I have the highest respect for
people who wear that uniform. I don't know if you
recognize me but....."

"Yes, I recognize you, Ms. Foster." the officer who's
nameplate identified as Clarke. "But I still need to see
your license and registration."

"Of course." Angela said as she noticed the other officer
approach the car from the other side.

The second officer was also a woman. Four inches shorter
than her partner's 5'9" she was a more heavy set, Hispanic
woman. A full figured woman, her heavy breasts were larger
than either of the other two women. Short dark brown hair
famed a round pleasant face and brown eyes hid behind the
standard mirrored sunglasses. The name on the nameplate
was de la Gura.

"Like I said, I have the highest respect for police
officers." Angela said as she searched through her purse
for her license. "I'm sure you've seen my show and I..."

"We've seen it." Officer Clarke said in a disapproving
voice.

"Yeah, Babes In Blue." her partner chimed in an equally
cold voice. "Now there's an accurate portrayal of the
LAPD."

"I'm fucked!" Angela thought as she pulled her license out
of her purse and handed it to the officer to her left.

Is the car registered to you, Ms. Foster?" Officer Clark
asked as she examined the license.

"Actually it belongs to my agent." Angela answered. "I
guess the registration is in the glove compartment."

Angela leaned over and opened the glove compartment. As
she stretched across the bucket seats, Angela gave both
officers a great view of the best breasts a Beverly Hills
surgeon could offer. It was a pity, she thought, that the
view was wasted.

Part Two

It's got to be in here somewhere." Angela said as she
pushed aside a large assortment of junk. "Here it is." she
cried out as she pulled a small leather packet from the
back of the compartment.

As she pulled her hand out, her bracelet caught on another
packet and pulled it out as well. As her hand emerged back
into the warm morning air, the second package fell onto
the unoccupied passenger seat.

"What's this?" Officer de la Gura asked as she reached
down and picked up the clear plastic bag. Inside it was a
fine white powder very familiar to all three of them.

"That's not mine!" Angela immediately called out.

"How many times have I heard that before." Diane Clarke
said as her partner examined the packet a little more
closely. "What do you think, Maria?"

"Definitely more than 28 grams." Maria de la Gura said as
she gauged the weight of the package after tasting it.

"Dealers weight." Diane added as the package was passed to
her and she sampled it as well.

"I don't understand." Angela said.

"This isn't just possession." Diane said in a serious
tone. "Having more than 28 grams of cocaine implies intent
to sell. And the penalties that go with it."

"But it isn't mine." Angela insisted.

"Please get out of the car." Officer Clarke said.

"Oh God, what do I do now?" Angela asked of herself as she
stepped out of the car. "I wish John was here, he always
knew what to do."

Then she realized that it was obviously John's package of
cocaine. He must've bought it for some of his other
clients.

"This can't be happening to me." Angela thought as she
felt cold steel wrap itself around her wrists and the
voice of Officer de la Gura read her the rights she had
hear herself repeat so often on her TV series.

"Do you understand these rights as they've been explained
to you?" Maria asked.

"No, I mean yes." Angela answered.

"Not so much fun when it's not make believe, is it?" Diane
asked as she began to lead Angela back to the rear police
car.

"Wait, there has to be some way for us to work this out."
Angela said as she stopped short.

In a state of panic, Angela missed the knowing smile that
Diane gave Maria. The Hispanic officer walked around the
Viper and came to a stop in front of Angela and Diane.

"Do you hear this bitch." she said as she stood only a few
inches from Angela's face. "She thinks her money can buy
her way out of anything."

"Maybe we should hear her out." Diane suggested. "If
nothing else it might be entertaining."

"All right sweet cheeks, my partner wants to hear what you
have to say." Maria said. "Better make it good."

Angela took a deep breath. If she was very, very lucky,
maybe there was still a way out of this mess. She directed
her comments to Diane who seemed the most receptive to the
idea of working something out.

"Look, you know that bags not mine." she began. "So why
don't we just make believe none of this ever happened. I'm
sure I can make it worth your wild. Say, a thousand
dollars a piece?"

"Fucking bitch!" Maria yelled into Angela's face. "Do we
look stupid?"

"Easy, Maria." Diane interrupted.

"You saw that article in People last month." Maria
continued. What does she make per episode of that candy
ass program - forty thousand dollars! I'll bet she spends
more than a thousand dollars a year on her dogs."

"You have a point, Maria." Diane said. "We'd better get
going." she added as she gave a tug on Angela's arm.

"No, please." Angela said in desperation. "I'm sorry,
double it, no..triple it. There has to be something I can
give you."

"You have that much money on you?" Diane asked.

"No, of course not." Angela said. "No one carries money
anymore. I could write you a check." she suggested.

"Yeah, right!" Maria laughed.

"There has to be something?" Angela insisted.

"Come on." Diane said as she pulled Angela forward.

"Wait a second." Maria said, causing Diane to stop in mid-
step. "Maybe there is something she can do for us."

"Anything!" Angela insisted.

"I'd like to see this high and mighty television princess
get down on her knees and lick my pussy." Maria said.

"What?" Angela said surprised.

"You heard me." Maria answered. "And don't look so
shocked. I'm sure it wouldn't be the first time you've had
a cunt in your face."

True be told, it actually would only be the second time
Angela had been with a woman. Back when she had first been
up for the part in Los Angeles Blues, the final choice on
the lead had rested in the hands of Sylvia Toland, the
executive producer. The 59 year old woman had come right
out and told Angela that if she really wanted the part
then she would have to earn it the old fashion way - in
her bed. She said that the other actress up for the part
had already agreed to spent the weekend away with Sylvia,
but the producer would really rather it be Angela. Without
a second thought, Angela had agreed.

"If I agree to do that, will you let me go?" Angela asked,
panic making her willing to accept any way out of her
predicament.

"Sure." Maria said.

"Why not." Diane agreed.

"All right, I'll do it." Angela said in a quiet voice.
"Just let me go and then you can come to my house this
weekend and....."

"Hold it one minute...." Maria interrupted. "We're not
making a date here. If we're going to do it, it's going to
be right here, right now."

"Now...." Angela repeated.

"That's right." Maria said. "Unless you'd rather take the
chance that your high price lawyers can get you out of
this. Of course I'm sure some of the ladies in holding
would appreciate a chance to share some of your charms."

"And in a high profile bust like this, I'm sure the D.A.
would want to handle the case personally." Diane added.
"What with all the media attention and all. If only to
make sure that there was no special treatment."

"Okay, okay...I'll do it." Angela said, the image of being
trapped overnight or even longer in a cell with the scum
of Los Angeles sending a shiver down her back.

"Good." Maria smiled.

Maria reached forward and slid her hand up and under
Angela's tank top. She squeezed the actress's left breast,
playing for a moment with her nipple. Then she grabbed the
bottom of the tank top and pulled it up, exposing both
breasts. She cupped the other mound and repeated her
actions.

"What'd I tell you." she laughed to Diane as she felt the
hardness under the skin. "Fake as they come!"

"No shit!" Diane said as she reached out and pressed her
own left hand against Angela's globes. "I never felt a
fake pair."

"Must've cost a bundle." Maria noted as she continued to
play with one breast. "Isn't that right sweet cheeks."

"Yes." Angela said, feeling more than a little
embarrassed.

"You still want her?" Diane asked, wondering if the
revelation made a difference.

"Fuck yes!" Maria said. "I don't care if the tits are
fake, her mouth's real enough."

"Can you take off the handcuffs?" Angela asked.

"Not yet," Maria said. "We'll get to that soon enough."

With that, Maria slid her hand down Angela's chest and
under the waistband of her shorts. A smile filled her face
as she discovered that Angela wore no panties. The smile
grew brighter with a second discovery.

"This bitch is wet!" she exclaimed. "I think she gets off
on being tied."

Part Three

Marie pressed Angela up against the door of the Viper and
ran her fingers against Angela's pussy. Then it moved to
the center of her mound and rubbed against it. As her
finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing
slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Angela's
lips as Maria slid the finger in and out, soon following
it with a second. Gently, she slid them up inside of her,
reaching deep within.

Before Angela could react, Maria pressed even closer and
moved her lips to Angela's. The softness of their touch
sent a tiny spark of excitement though the young woman.
She couldn't help but react. Closing her eyes, she felt
the wetness of the police officer's tongue press against
her lips. She opened her mouth to admit it. She felt her
own tongue reach out to accept it.

Continuing the kiss, Maria pressed harder on Angela's
breast as an approving Diane looked on. From her vantage
point, the senior officer could tell that underneath the
sometimes arrogant facade, Angela could be both a hot and
perhaps a somewhat submissive slut.

"Mmmm." Maria purred as she bent over and kissed the tops
of Angela's mounds.

Her tongue traced a circle around Angela's dark brown
nipples, darkened by the warmth of many days spent sunning
topless. She lightly ticked the tips of her nipples, just
enough to bring them to a rigid hardness.

Lifting the larger woman, Maria eased Angela onto the hood
of the car. Her mouth now sought out the actress's breasts
with desire. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness.
Angela shivered at the touch of Maria's lips on her smooth
flesh as her tongue teased Angela's large nipples again
and again. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness and
producing sensations that she had to admit that were
better than any man had produced. Then her teeth closed on
them and every bite and nibble sent stronger waves through
Angela, causing her to involuntary emit soft moans. Moans
which brought great joy to Maria.

"You like that, don't you?" Maria said as she savored the
sounds coming from her captive. "Lets see if you can give
as well as you can take."

Maria took a large step back and began to unbuckle her
gunbelt. She handed it to Diane, asking as she did.

"Do you want a piece of this?" she said, holding up one of
Angela's breasts.

"No, you enjoy yourself." Diane replied. "I'll just
watch."

"Suit yourself." Maria said as she began to unbutton her
light blue uniform blouse.

Up until this moment, Angela had never really felt
attracted to a woman. She had been Sylvia's lover for a
weekend, that was true. While it had been fun to a point,
that was more business than pleasure. She couldn't have
planned a scene like this. But now that she was in it, she
found it both erotic and exciting. Even the cuffs were a
turn-on. She could've have imagined a set of circumstances
under which she'd let any man tie her up. Captivated in
more ways than the physical, she watched the Hispanic
officer strip.

With slow, deliberate movements, Maria undid her blouse,
one button at a time. She could feel Angela's eyes locked
on her. Sure enough, Angela watched fascinated as the view
of Maria's bosom grew larger and larger until she opened
the blouse revealing a 38DD chest held in place by a heavy
duty bra. The bright whiteness formed a sharp contrast
with the dark olive of her skin. Reaching behind, Maria
undid the clasp of her bra, causing the strap to spring
loose. Only Maria's quick reflexes kept the garment from
falling off.

Maria could see the slight disappointment in Angela's
eyes. She exchanged a knowing glance with her partner who
was leaning against an imaginary support. Diane glanced up
and down the highway as she had done every few minutes.
>From experience, she knew that this road was seldom
traveled this early in the morning. If the odds were
against them, she would be able to spot an approaching car
from miles away.

With a flourish, Maria removed her hands and finally let
her bra fall free. What modern medicine had given to
Angela, nature had given to Maria twofold. Her naturally
dark aureole were two inches across capped by short stubby
nipples.

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 able to caress her own nipple.
Then she repeated the action with her other breast.

"Do you like?" She asked.

"Oh yes...." Angela said softly, still amazed at what she
was doing.

Maria now undid the belt on her dark blue pants and let
them drop to the hard paved ground. Stepping out of them,
she reached down and slipped off the matching white
panties she wore. Angela looked down at the small patch of
pubic hair, it was obvious that the police officer trimmed
it regularly.

Moving back to Angela with lust in her eyes, Maria again
pressed her lips against the actresses, her tongue deep in
the smaller woman's mouth. Now Angela eagerly drew the
brown skinned girl's tongue deep into her mouth, as
Maria's left hand again played with her exposed lighter
breasts.

Maria raised her own ample mounds and pressed them against
Angela's, rubbing erect nipple against erect nipple. The
warmth of flesh against flesh could be felt by both women.
It was a flame that spread throughout each body.

Finally out of breath, Maria broke the passionate embrace
and glanced back at Diane. Her partner seemed to be saying
"go for it" as she had removed her glasses to get a better
view.

"Have you ever pleased another woman?" Maria asked Angela
as she ran her fingers along the underside of Angela's
breasts. "Have you ever had a woman's tits in your mouth?"

"Only once." Angela stammered.

"Well lets see how well you learned?" Maria quipped as she
lifted her nipples and pressed them against Angela's red
lips.

"Suck them." she ordered in an authoritative tone.

Angela opened her lips to comply as Maria grabbed the back
of her red hair and pulled her mouth against her fat,
chestnut hued, nipple. Her lips and tongue closed on it,
sucking eagerly. She wished her hands were free that she
could play with them as well but her restraints both
lessened and increased her enjoyment.

"That's it honey," Maria said as she enjoyed Angela's
ministrations. "Who ever taught you how definitely taught
you well."

Maria let Angela feast on her bountiful breast for a while
longer, then she pulled her from her repast and shifted
her attention to her other mound.

Angela hadn't said much since they'd started, preferring
to submit silently. Her actions and non-verbal responses
however spoke volumes. Maria had touched a secret spot
buried deep within her. A need to be dominated. A need to
give up the control she felt she needed to carry around
like a shield. She could never give it up to a man, and it
had astonished her how easily she had given it up to a
woman.

"Diane, could you toss me the keys and get a blanket from
the car." Maria said over her shoulder as she helped
Angela down from the hood of the sportscar.

Diane tossed the handcuff keys through the air and Maria
caught them effortlessly. With a practiced ease, she undid
the locks of Angela's restraints, letting them drop to the
ground. Angela rubbed her wrists for a moment, glad to be
free of them but knowing she had enjoyed the sensation.

Maria began to tug at the edges of Angela's shorts but
Angela put her hands over hers.

"Please, let me." she said in supplication.

Maria released her grip and took a step back, noting that
Diane had spread the heavy blanket just off the road on a
soft sandy area. She quickly turned her attention back to
Angela, watching as she pulled the tank top all the way
over her head and tossed it into the car. Slowly, she
pulled down her pants and then pitched them into the seat
as well.

>From her vantage point, Diane could see that her pubic
hair had been trimmed tightly very recently. Enough of a
stubble remained to tell her that Maria had been right on
another point of contention about the star - she wasn't a
natural redhead.

Part Four

Maria led Angela to the blanket and eased her to the
ground. To her surprise, it was Angela who now took the
initiative. Her mouth again sought out the officer's
breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue
covering them with wetness. Maria shivered at the touch of
Angela's lips on her dark flesh as her tongue teased
Maria's large nipples. Each lick bringing them new
sensation. Every bite and nibble sent swells through
Maria, causing her to groan louder and louder. Moans which
spurred Angela on and on.

Angela licked each nipple a final time and them moved her
head down Maria's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her
way. Lower and lower she kissed until she reached the edge
of Maria's wet mound. The actress kissed her brown skin
again and again, working her way to her prize. Finally she
kissed the center of Maria's ecstasy.

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

The smell of Maria's crotch made Angela a little
lightheaded. The aroma was like a aphrodisiac, its scent
drawing out ever aspect of her sexuality. 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 enjoyed for
the first time..

"Madre Dios!" Maria cried out as her body jumped at the
touch, unable to believe that this was only Angela's
second time.

Originally, Maria only planned to have Angela service her.
But now, with the redhead's talented tongue bringing her
such pleasure she wanted to return the gift. If only for
this brief moment, her animosity to the TV-Cop was
forgotten.

Shifting position, Maria brought her own mouth level with
Angela's sparse bush. Her tongue sought out her excited
clit and began to return some of the delights she was
receiving. The two women quickly became locked in each
others arms, driving each other wild with each stroke.
Their bodies shook with the energy they generated as the
fury of their efforts translated  into a battle of shorts
breaths and sweat covered flesh.

Running their hands across each other ass, their faces
pressed tight against each other's cunt, both women found
themselves lost in the rising crest of their passion.

>From the wayside, Diane felt herself filled with some of
the same passion and found herself rubbing her breasts and
pussy through the material of her uniform. Part of her
regretted her earlier decision to pass on Maria's offer to
join in. Well someone had to keep a lookout, she reminded
herself as she again glanced up and down the empty road.
She knew if she had joined in, an 18 wheeler could pull up
alongside them and none of them would've noticed it until
it was too late.

"Oh baby, do it to me!" Angela yelled at the top of her
lungs in a voice that would've carried for a city block.
Then she again mashed her face into the depths of Maria's
moist pussy.

The excitement of their all too brief encounter erupted
like a bursting dam. Maria felt every muscle in her body
tense up and then turn to jello. Had she been standing she
knew her legs would've given away beneath her. She could
also feel the quake building in Angela's body as well. She
may had started behind Angela but her long experience had
let her quickly catch up.

The rising waves of ecstasy that filled both bodies told
Maria that Angela's orgasm was only moments behind her
own. As she felt herself cresting, the police officer
pressed her cunt up against Angela's face, driving her
tongue deeper inside her. Then she pushed her own tongue
as far inside Angela as it would go. It was a little trick
that had been taught to her by one of her earliest lovers.
Their orgasm was almost simultaneous, and more powerful
than Maria had expected. Angela was one of those rare
women who gushed when she came, and Maria was delighted to
have her fruits splash across her face and down her
cheeks.

Maria never imagined that Angela could've brought out such
a response in her. She really hadn't even expected to get
off. At most she figured that she'd have a little fun at
Angela's expense. How glad she was to be wrong.

The two naked women laid there for a few minutes as they
regained their spent energy. Then, as quickly as it had
all started they broke their embrace and rose to their
feet. Whatever brief magic they had shared was now gone.

They quickly dressed and Maria walked over to her partner.

"Was it worth it?" Diane asked quietly.

"Definitely." Maria grinned.

"It looked like it." the senior officer said. "I was
almost tempted to join in."

"Can I go now...." Angela said impatiently as she stepped
over to the two officers, adjusting her clothes as she
walked. "You got what you wanted."

The sudden change in Angela's attitude was remarkable.
Five minutes ago she was a horny slut wrapped up in the
rapture of lesbian bliss. Now she was back to being a
stuck up bitch. It was as if an unseen director had yelled
"Cut - print it!" and she had suddenly shed a role she had
been playing.

Both police officers looked at the actress. Whatever brief
feeling they might've felt for her disappeared with the
return of her self important attitude. Diane commented
quietly that if Angela put that much effort into her
acting on Los Angeles Blues she'd win an Emmy.

"Well?" Angela asked as she struck a pose, legs spread and
hands on her waist.

"Yes, you're free to go." Maria said.

Without another word, the actress jumped into the car,
gunned the engine and roared down the highway. In a little
more than a minute she was out of sight.

"You know, I'm glad she reverted back to bitchhood." Maria
said as she walked Diane back towards her cruiser. "I was
beginning to feel a little guilty about all this."

"But not too guilty...." Diane added.

"No, not too much." Maria laughed.

As Diane opened the door of her cruiser, she picked up the
bag of white powder that had started it all. She tossed it
up and down a few times and asked her partner.

"What do you want to do with this?"

"Well I never touch the stuff." Maria said. "You're always
gobbling it up, why don't you keep it."

"Actually, I'm trying to cut down." Diane said. "Too much
of that stuff can kill you."

"Okay then, I'll take it as a souvenir." Maria laughed.

Diane tossed the bag to Maria who unexpectedly reached too
high and missed it. The tightly wrapped container exploded
as it impacted on the hard surface, leaving a large gritty
smear on the road. A sudden powerful breeze scattered it
to the four winds.

"Oh well." Maria shrugged.

"It would've made a great conversation piece." Diane
laughed. "Image someone's reaction if you told them what a
bargain you got for a dollar ninety worth of sugar."

"It was a bargain all right." Maria laughed, this time
much harder. "You'd think after all her many episodes of
experience as a LA Cop she'd be able to tell the
difference between the real thing and a Hollywood prop."

"I wonder what her agent was doing with it?" Diane mused.

"I've heard of Temple." Maria said as she remembered the
name that had been on the registration. "I don't he'd be
the type to buy something like that thinking it was real."

"Maybe it was for a joke or something." Diane suggested.
"Remember when Whitney hid that stack of gay magazines in
Jeter's locker?"

"That was great, wasn't it." Maria laughed. "He spent
almost two days sneaking them out, hoping no one would see
them. He didn't know we all knew they were there. That was
priceless."

"You know what'll be even more priceless? Diane laughed.
"When Temple gets his car back and asks her what happened
to the bag of sugar." Diane said laughingly. "I'd give
anything to she that."

"That would be fun." Maria agreed. "The look on her face
is going to be something else."

"But I'll settle for getting out of here in a hurry."
Diane continued as she pressed close to Maria. "Watching
the two of you go at it has made me kind of horny."

"Then I guess we'd better head in and punch out." Maria
replied as she pulled Diane's face to hers and kissed her
on the lips. "You know what they say - a horny mind is a
terrible thing to waste."

END


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