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[Ten by LeAnna]

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	"Definite ten."

	"No way!  You're shitting me.  Look at her -- sure, she's got
a nice face, but the legs are waaaaaay too short."

	"Look at her breasts."  I nudged Nick none too gently.  "Look
at how they jump up, and gently slope down.  Perky."

	He frowned, squinting his eyes, and shifted in the metal
bench.  "I like them round."

	"Hers aren't round?  No, no, look at this one..."

	His gaze followed mine, and he whistled appreciatively.  "Now,
those are round breasts.  Perfectly proportionate in all directions.
Don't jut out too far in the front.  The sides jut out too."

	I leaned close to Nick, and whispered in a conspirational
tone, "Want to know how you can tell if a chick's got breast
implants?"

	His interest piqued, he tore his gaze off of the lady passing
by and looked at me.  "How?"

	"The breasts are too round" -- I pointed to the lady -- "just
like that."

	"That's not true," he protested, punching me lightly on the
shoulder.

	I grinned maniacally.  "Pamela Anderson."

	"Like you've seen Pamela Anderson's tits."

	"Everybody's seen Pamela Anderson's tits.  That's not the
point here.  Breasts are supposed to be sort of triangles."

	"Yeah, but look at the tits here.  Silicone footballs jutting
out of the chicks' chests."

	"And you love it, don't you?"

	"Nah."  He stared off into the distance, squinting his eyes a
bit.  "I'm not into it, really, the whole fake-chest thing.  The girls
around here..."

	"If you don't like fake breasts, why do you like the ones that
look fake then?"

	Caught in his argument, he shrugged.  I prodded further.

	"What kind of tits do you like?"

	He broke his stare off from the distance and his eyes followed
my curves, resting on my own mounds of flesh.  I nudged him in the
side, giggling.  "Stop that, now."

	He stared unashamedly, a smile teasing the edge of his lips,
and he nudged me back, his elbow pushing into the side of my breast
none too subtly.  I sat closer to him and leaned my head against his
shoulder.

	We fell into a silence and sat for a while, observing
passers-by going into the bar one by one.  I took a drink of the vodka
bottle I held in my hand and passed it to Nick, who took a healthy
swig, winced, and passed it back.  After a few moments, I spoke up
again.

	"Look at her."

	He looked.  "Too skinny."

	"Her legs, man.  They're longer than I am," I remarked,
half-enviously and half-appreciatively.  He noticed the jealous tone
in my voice and nudged me.

	"Yours aren't bad, either."

	I grinned devilishly.  "I'm not drunk enough, hon. Back to the
subject.  The more leg a woman has, the better to ride you with."

	He nodded in agreement.  "True, true.  Has anybody ever told
you that you think like a man?"

	"What?  Do you mind?"

	"Not at all, Lee.  Not at all."

	"Good."  I slitted my eyes in fake menace, just to let him
know his place.  Half the vodka bottle was gone now, and I was feeling
rather slippery-footed and loose-tongued.  I smiled, and lay back
against the bench, and we continued watching people disappear into the
bar, one by one.  The bouncer would give us the evil eye every once in
a while, but since we'd bought the bottle in the bar, he didn't say
anything.  We sat, growing bored and drunk.

	_She_ walked by in a simple black dress that flowed gracefully
around her body, the hem ending right above her knees.  Like the woman
before her, her legs were achingly long and smooth.  My mouth watered.
Nick's jaw dropped.  Her face was beautiful because it was simple.  No
makeup, just a speckling of freckles across her ski-jump nose atop her
porcelain-pale skin.  Soft red hair that shone in the moonlight.  Lips
that weren't too full or too thin yet still curved and pouted and
jutted.  Her breasts curved up and sloped down -- the perfect pair of
breasts, as I had commented earlier to Nick.  He didn't seem to mind
that they weren't round, as his eyes were eagerly traveling up and
down her figure.  Her legs shot up forever and finally met her ass,
cheeks tight and yet still round enough to make her dress swish
obediently behind her.

	"My god."  The words slipped out in a slurred whisper.  I was
in awe.  Nick looked over at me, and clutched his heart, thumping at
it.  I nudged and poked him in the side.  "Go ahead.  Do it."

	He jumped.  "Huh?  What?"

	"Hurry!  She's getting away!"

	"Ma'am!  Miss!"  Nick called out to her, waving his hand in
the air, and she turned to face us.  My heart skipped a beat and my
pulse pounded in my ears when her gaze rested upon me.  She frowned
and pointed to herself.  "Yes, you, ma'am," Nick called again,
motioning her to come over.  She jaunted toward us, walking with a
spring in her step.  I couldn't tear my gaze off of her body.  Her
stomach was perfect, flat with a slight womanly bulge.

	"Can I help you people?"

	Nick nodded, gazing up at her.  He smiled gently.  And then
the dumbest thing popped out of his mouth.

	"That's a pretty dress."

	She looked down, self-conscious.  "Thank you."

	"I bet it'd look pretty on the floor next to my bed."

	Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed, her hand flew out and
smacked Nick on the cheek with a resounding POP!  I fell over
laughing, and she gave me a dirty look, "hmmph"ing right before she
turned around and walked away into the bar, her ass wiggling with the
most delightful indignation.  My laughter echoed off of the streets,
and Nick sat there with the most pitiful look he could muster.  He
couldn't last long with the morose expression, and started laughing
along with me.  Finally, we eased back into the routine of boredom. 

	"Nick?"

	"What?"

	"Do you use that on all the little ladies?"

	"So what if I do?  Next time you try pickin' her up."

	I giggled and shook my head.  "Here."  I handed him the
bottle.  "Loosen up."  I let my gaze drift to the street.  The night
air sounded with the music and general pandemonium of the bar inside.
When there was a break in the music the twittering chirp of crickets
could be heard, and truth be told, I found the crickets more endearing
to me.  The air was crisp and fresh, a rarity in the city, and moist
with night air.  I slipped my feet out of my heels and put it down on
the grass, letting the wet, dew-kissed grass slip between my toes and
tickle the arch of my foot.  I counted the cars as they thundered by.
A blue Grand Am.  A white Cavalier.  A black Corvette.  A red Ford
pickup.  

	The bottle was almost empty.  A covert glance at Nick told me
that he was quickly getting drunk, his eyes glassy and his mouth
spread wide in a grin.  He told me the same of myself, and I only
laughed, though the world felt as if it were spinning.  He put his
hand on my knee, and I shivered as the electricity crackled between
us.  

	"Still not drunk enough, dear," I intoned, my voice laced with
possibility.

	"Damn," he intoned, his voice laced with laughter.  He slipped
his hand up closer to my thighs.  "You know, I don't really believe
you.  I think you want me."	

	"Maybe.  Buy me another bottle of this shit, will you?"

	"With what money?  Should I sell my body?"

	His hand crept closer and closer to my thighs, creeping along
as slowly as a snail trudging along a sidewalk on a hot, simmering
day.  

	"Well, bother, I mean, don't" --

	His fingertip grazed the vertex of my shorts.

	We sat there, as if nothing were going on, even though
strangers passing by would gaze at us curiously.  I gave them a slow,
easy smile and occasionally shouted out comments to them that usually
made them blush and turn away, leaving us to our playing.  I relaxed
back on the bench, and my retorts to their stares quickly turned into
obnoxious comments shouted at the women, who usually started walking
faster.  A fleeting half-thought came to my mind that I would regret
it in the morning, but the thought would usually shoot like a bullet
out of the distance before I fully realized it.  So I let my
obnoxious, dark side take over.

	"Hey babe!  Nice ass!"  "Look at 'em tits juggle, boy!"
"Wouldn't I love those legs wrapped around me!"

	My voice was becoming gravelly, and I'd forget a letter or a
word here and slur a few letters together there.

	Only one woman didn't start walking faster in eagerness to
escape our scathing comments.  The redhead.  Instead, she turned to
stare at us, her eyebrows furrowing in anger.  I giggled and Nick slid
his fingers underneath the hem of my shorts.  She stared for a few
moments, her eyes slitted, and then walked slowly and deliberately to
us.  Her eyes were flashing.  She stood there for a few moments, and
there was a small crowd gathering, hooting and hollering. 

	"Get 'em, lady!"  "Kick ass!"  "Show that bastard!"

	Her hand shot out...

	And slapped Nick squarely on the cheek.  His eyes widened in
surprise as a matching welt started to develop opposite the one she'd
given him earlier.  "You just can't get enough, can you, you sick
pervert?"

	I stood up.  "Hey miss, leave 'im alone!  It was me that said
'I'd love them legs wrapped around me'."
 
	She looked at me only then, her stare deep and piercing.  Her
furrowed brow eased and her eyes relaxed.  She looked back and forth
at us, her head snapping side to side in confusion, and finally, her
gaze rested upon mine.  I could feel my cheeks turning red as I stood
before her like a dog with its tail between its legs.  Finally, her
scowl turned into a relaxed thin-lipped expression, and slowly
developed into a smile.  She started to chuckle, then snicker, and
then bellow out her raucous laughter.  I was silent with surprise, and
then my own guilty expression started to loosen into a smile, and I
laughed along with her.  Nick gazed up at us, his hand on his cheek,
looking at us as if we had suddenly gone insane.  A smile played on
the edge of his lip, dancing for a moment before he joined us in our
laughter.

	Her eyes bore into my own.  They were a piercing shade of
green, so much different from the softness of her skin and features
and hair.  I felt myself falling into her gaze, and tried to slow my
descent with little success.  Her voice lowered and she moved closer
to me.

	"So you like my legs, huh?"

	I blushed, embarrassment hitting me with the sudden speed of a
train.  I expected a slap at any moment.  "Yes.  I do."

	"What did you say you'd like to see them do?"

	My guard started to slip down a bit, but I still kept my hands
at my side, twitching with nervousness.  

	"Wrap around my thighs, ma'am."

	She laughed, her head tilting back with the breezy sound.  "Is
that all?"

	I hesitated, feeling very much like a little boy who'd been
caught with a Playboy.  Only I was a woman, so very close to another
woman.  I could feel her breath caressing my face as she exhaled.
Smelled wonderful - she hadn't eaten in a bit, so it didn't smell
over-minted or spicy.  Natural.  There was a hint of perfume lingering
about her, and it drifted over to me in tiny little waves.  My
breathing quickened.

	"No, ma'am, that's not all."

	"What else would you like to do to me?"  All menace was gone
from her expression, and her eyes smoldered.  My guard let loose
completely and clattered to the ground with a resounding bang.  

	"Lick and suck you until you scream, ma'am."

	"Denise.  I'm not ma'am, I'm Denise.  Who are you?"

	"Lee."

	She leaned close to me, and I could smell her coconut perfume
strongly now.  Her lips grazed mine gently, and I closed my eyes,
reveling in the sensation.  The kiss deepened, and she pressed her
body closer to mine.  I could feel the curves I'd so admired earlier
touching mine.  Her lips were soft and sweet, and pressed urgently
against mine.  Her mouth opened a tiny bit, and my tongue slowly moved
between the crack.  

	Finally, we parted, and I opened my eyes to see her green eyes
looking back at mine.  Her breath was hot and quick.  Her nipples were
visible through the fabric, and when she glanced down at my chest, I
knew mine were also.  I tore my gaze hesitatingly from her to Nick.
His eyes were as round as saucers as he stared at us intently, and his
lips were slightly parted.  I could tell he was breathing hard.
Denise put her hand on my waist, and I grinned at him before returning
my attention to Denise.

	"Lee."

	"Denise."

	"I'll forgive you for that comment on one condition."

	I grinned evilly.  "What condition is that?"

	"That you come with me.  You and your" - she gestured to Nick
- "companion.  To my apartment."

	All trace of feeling like a guilty puppy faded away.  She
wanted me.  Nothing to be guilty about.  When I shot a quick glance at
Nick, I could see the same thoughts that coursed through my mind
course through his.   

	Her fingers squeezed on my waist.  I couldn't refuse.  Her arm
wrapped around my waist, and I beckoned Nick to follow.  He looked at
me a little suspiciously, wondering if another slap would come
pummeling at him, but after some contemplation as to tonight's
activities,  he leapt up eagerly and trailed behind us like a puppy
anxious for his treat.  A few minutes and a bumpy car ride later, we
arrived at her apartment. We thundered up three flights of stairs.
Denise panted, "I don't get enough exercise."

	"Get an elevator."

	"We can get there quicker if we run," she replied with a grin.
We reached the landing for her floor, and as we walked toward her
apartment, she looked at Nick.  "You okay?"

	He smiled at her.  "I'll live."  He rubbed his cheeks,
gesturing to her his red welts.  

	She snickered.  "If you can live through what me and Denise
are going to do to you, you can live through anything."  Her voice was
teasing and made me shiver with its sexual annotations.  The low,
throaty tone made me moisten significantly.  The lock clicked and the
door swung open, revealing a classy apartment that was tastefully
furnished.  White, shimmering curtains hung over the sliding door that
led to the balcony.  An entertainment system to be envied, with a
large screen television and speakers that reached to my thighs in
height.  There was a desk with a small laptop situated in the middle
of it, and to the left of the desk was a small, black leather
loveseat.  A bar that had a champagne bottle with an unfinished glass
lingering on it separated the kitchen from the living room.

	She led us to her bedroom, giving an obligatory tour on the
way, pointing toward the bathroom and talking a mile a minute about
her apartment.  "It's real small, but I'm living by myself, so it does
the job for me.  Besides, it is rather cozy in here.  Thick walls,
too.  I hardly ever get bothered by the neighbors."

	"Or bother the neighbors," Nick mused in a tone so low it was
almost as if it wasn't meant for her to hear.  She looked at him
again, and he grinned at her.  His face seemed to beam with sunshine
every time she focused her attention on me.  I nudged him, and his
eyes shot to me.  I winked, and he took opportunity to slap Denise
lightly on her ass.

	I giggled.  "Hey Denise, we better teach him a lesson.  Seems
that he's getting too fond of my girl."

	"Yup," she muttered absently, her eyebrows furrowed in
thought.  She opened the bedroom door.  Inside of this room was a huge
king-sized bed with a bedspread ornamented with roses and sprigs.  A
bedside table was off to the side of it.  A large, plush, black
leather armchair sat by it, tilted toward the bed.  Denise headed
straight for the bedside table, rummaging through it and murmuring to
herself.  I stood awkwardly, and Nick patted me on the bottom, his
fingers caressing the inward curve of my cheeks.  I jumped in
surprise, and winked at him.  Finally, Denise found what she wanted,
and held it out proudly.

	Rope.  Handcuffs.  Denise and me slowly directed our menacing
gazes to Nick, who started backing away.  "Me?  No, not... No!"  

	"Let's do it," I whispered to Denise, nudging her.
 
	She sauntered up to him, and I moved my hand quickly to his
cock that was bulging through his jeans.  I moved behind him, gripping
hold of the bulge in his jeans, feeling it for a moment before I undid
the zipper and slipped my hand in to meet his hot, hard skin.  Denise
started to kiss him, the wet sounds of their osculating echoing
through the air.  She slipped the handcuffs to me, him unaware of what
was going on.  I pulled his hand back to my breast and he obediently
started to massage the flesh and tease my hard nipple.  He moved his
other arm awkwardly back to feel my other breast, his elbow's joint
cracking with protest. Denise caught my eye over his shoulder, and I
nodded.  She slapped the cuffs over his wrists and clicked them shut.


	He jerked his hands apart against the metal reflexively, and I
stood back to admire my handiwork.  I moved to the front of his body,
and Denise stood behind me, her hands reaching around to run along my
stomach and cup my breasts.  Her fingers rubbed and tweaked and tugged
my nipple, and I arched my chest into her hands in response.  I slowly
got to my knees and Denise descended with me.  I leaned forward to
lick the bulging head of his cock, my fingers playing with his testes.
One of Denise's hands strayed to my pussy, popping open the button and
pulling down the zipper of my shorts.  I took his head into my mouth,
swirling my tongue about it.  He groaned and tilted his head back.
His eyes were shut with concentration.  

	"Now."  Denise whispered into my ear, and I nodded,
understanding.  She handed me one of her pieces of rope, and slowly,
silently moved away from me and stood behind him, bending to her
knees, ready to catch the rope.  With the speed of a cat, I wound the
rope around his ankles as tightly as I could.  He stumbled, shouting
protest, and Denise jumped up to catch him around the waist, her hand
forming a fist around the base of his cock.  I lifted him up by the
feet, and she carried him by the waist.  We dragged him over to the
armchair and propped him up in it.  My, it did look comfortable.  My,
did he look uncomfortable.  His cock stood straight out from his pants
like a flagpole.  The head of his penis was an angry scarlet.  If I
didn't know better, I'd say that being tied up turned him on.

	"What are you ladies planning on doing?"  His expression had
melted from angry to devilish.  We didn't answer.  Denise turned to me
and I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her close for a deep
kiss.  Her lips were warm and inviting.  Her tongue was wet and
slippery as they worked between my lips.  I ached for her, and my
hands slipped down to cup her breasts.  They were every bit as firm
and imposing as I'd dreamt them to be.  I squeezed the nipples
experimentally, and she deepened the kiss, her mound pressing against
me.  We worked our way to the bed and fell on it, kissing and touching
and feeling.  We rolled over again and again, back and forth, kissing.
Finally, we landed with myself on top and her on the bottom.  She let
her hand stray to my groin and undid the zipper.  She slipped her
fingers into the band of my panties and my skin jumped at the cool
touch.  She giggled and scrunched down, pushing up my shirt and
pulling down my shorts.  I squirmed, helping her take them off, and
kicked them off to the other side of the room.  They landed on Nick's
right armrest, and I giggled, pulling my shirt up and tossing it over
to him too.  I could see his cock surging with excitement, jumping and
bobbing comically.  His expression was somewhere between ecstasy and
pain.  

	Her mouth found my stomach and I groaned, writhing beneath her
hot lips.  I wove my hands into her silky hair and watched her kiss
and nibble my belly, working closer and closer to the gold.  Her lips
traveled downward.  With every millimeter, my excitement soared.
Sweat appeared on my face in tiny droplets.  My body was on fire and
she was closer and closer to quenching the flames.  Her tongue
traveled along my hairless mound.  Tease.  Lick.  Tickle.  She nibbled
my thighs.  I tilted my head back, my mouth wide open in a moan, eyes
squeezed shut.  My clit!  She sucked it gently, with a maddening
rhythm, and her finger suddenly went deep inside me.  She tilted me
higher and higher.  Finally, when she took my clit between her teeth
and nibbled, I couldn't handle it anymore and screamed my pleasure out
loud, pulling her tightly to me, gasping and grunting as my body shook
with orgasm.  Finally, my limbs relaxed, one by one, and I let out a
trailing moan as if bidding my orgasm farewell.  

	Her head popped up and she grinned broadly.

	"Did you like that?"  Her voice was low and sexy.

	"God, yes."

	We sat there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow.
Finally, I turned my head to Nick.  Poor guy!  Precum was running down
his angry red cock in rivulets, and he was thrusting it in empty air.
It throbbed and pulsed constantly.  Denise followed my gaze and
laughed when she saw him.

	"Please!  I can't take much more!"  His face was desperate.  I
gave Denise a sly grin, and sat up, pulling her dress up over her
head.  She put her arms around me to unsnap my bra while I tugged at
her panties.  She wriggled out of them obediently, and her bra soon
followed the growing pile of clothes.  Both completely nude, we got up
off of the bed and stood proudly before Nick.  His cock jumped.  I
went around the back of the armchair and gripped him just below the
shoulders, pulling him up by his armpits while Denise pulled up his
legs.  We dropped him down onto the bed.

	"Will you take off my handcuffs?"

	"Mmmm.  No.  But we'll undo your leg binds."  Denise's voice
was low and teasing.  I undid the buttons of his shirt, and ran my
hand along his muscular skin, whistling appreciatively.  Denise undid
the rope around his leg, and I put a pillow underneath his head to
make him more comfortable.  I dropped my head down to Nick's ear and
whispered,

	"Are you about to come?"

	He nodded. 

	"Hmmm."  I mounted him, my legs spread just below his cock.
His cock surged again.  I touched the tip of my clit to the base of
his cock, reveling in the warm skin.  Denise moved past me and sat on
his face towards me, her ass positioned over his eyes, and he promptly
opened his mouth and started to lick her.  I moved my clit against his
cock a few times before lifting up my body and setting it down on him.

	"Oh, god," I whispered wetly. "Feels so... mmmm... big and
hard..."

	"Oh god," Denise moaned.  "Work that tongue, baby."

	I worked up and down his cock, shivering and moaning every
time he bottomed out in my pussy.  I felt so full and satiated.  He
felt delicious inside me.  I gave a tiny gasp, feeling his rigid cock
as he thrust it.  He moaned into Denise's pussy, and Denise tilted her
head back as she rode his face.  He thrust his hips up harder, faster,
slamming into me with all the strength he had, until he exploded with
a groan and a hard thrust.  He came and came and came.  I felt it
shoot inside me and I felt my pussy grow slipperier with his cum.  I
squirmed with pleasure and kept riding him, pushing my hips back and
forth, until I was pushed over the edge again.  The fall wasn't as
long and hard this time, but I still shouted and groaned, my orgasm
stretching on forever.

	"BITE MY CLIT!" Denise squealed, her hips undulating rapidly
on him.  "Oh, god, yes, harder!  I'm going to come!"  A guttural groan
rose up from her throat and let loose, and her body shaking as she
bucked faster on him.  I was bucking on him, too, his cock thrusting
in and out, and I could only imagine the strength we were sapping out
of the poor guy, both sitting on him.  I tilted my head back and
moaned, my hands reaching out to caress her nipples.  She still bucked
back and forth on him, her delicate face beaded with sweat, and I
could tell she was close to another orgasm.  My hand dropped down to
her clit and I massaged it, back and forth, up and down, around and
around.  Nick's tongue was going crazy, brushing against me
occasionally.  I could hear the suction of his lips on her clit and
sense the flickering and nibbling that was driving her insane.

	"Oh, my god, I'm COMING!"  her moans were even louder now, and
she was bucking on him so hard that his neck would probably hurt in
the morning.  His cock twitched inside me, jumping with every thrust
she made.  I felt her clit tremble against my finger as I instigated
another orgasm from Denise.  She groaned and bit her lip, her body
stiffening.  She shook her head from side to side, eyes clenched tight
in orgasm, and from deep within her throat, squeals of pleasure
escaped.  Finally, she collapsed, her muscles relaxing.  I leaned
forward to kiss her on the lips, and we kissed for a while.  I let her
taste the tinge of her cum that remained on my tongue.  Finally, we
got up off of Nick and undid his handcuffs.  He pulled his arms apart,
and I collapsed in the crook of one arm, snuggling against his body,
exhausted.  Denise did the same, and we slipped off into a deep,
satisfied sleep, holding each other.


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"I wonder if other dogs think poodles are members of a weird religious cult."
-- Rita Rudner 


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