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Subject: "Allison and Sarah"  FF

Hiya there!, my name is Allison and I'm a 23 year old female who lives in the
Portland area.  I'm here to share some erotic secrets of mine -- I have been
romantically and sexually involved with another female for the past three years.
And life couldn't be any better!

After my high school graduation in Texas, I decided to attend college all the
way up here in Oregon.  It was a tough decision to leave my family behind in
Texas, but I liked the college here and what it had to offer academically.  My
major was Marketing.

The first two years in Oregon were pretty uneventful for me in terms of romance.
I dated a few guys, but none of them really seemed to peak my interest.  I was
bored.  It got to the point where I was devoting most of my time to school
studies and my job.  I worked in a little gift shop during those days.  Life had
become pretty dull.

Then I met Sarah.

I had a romantic "fling" with a girlfriend back in high school, but never really
gave much thought to persuing another relationship with a female until Sarah
came along.  I do not know what it was that attracted me to her -- when I saw
her for the first time, I could not help but to think how beautiful and
exquisite she was.  Sarah, age 18 and a freshman, looked like she was right out
of a fashion magazine.  Long blonde hair, a million dollar face and smile, and
the type of shapely, taut body that had all the guys on campus lusting after
her.

And some of the girls too -- like myself.

I first saw Sarah during the morning of the first day of my Junior year.  I was
in a hurry so I couldn't stop to introduce myself, though I wanted to -- she was
beautiful.  But I saw her again, that same day, and then introduced myself.  I
tried to come across as a fellow female student just trying to make new friends
on campus.  Sarah, extremely receptive with a sweet personality, seemed eager to
make new friends too.  We hit it off great, quickly becoming the best of
friends.

I wanted us to be "breast" friends, though.

Perhaps the reason why I was so attracted to Sarah was simply because of
intuition.  I could never really pinpoint the exact reason why I was so drawn to
her -- but my woman's intuition told me that she was the type of female who
would not object to a roll in the hay with another female.  As Sarah and I got
to know each other more and more, I actually began to believe that my
intuition/assumption was accurate. 

When alone together, Sarah would "flirt" with me -- she liked to run her hands
across my back and shoulders.  She would often offer a soothing massage and was
more than willing to brush and blowdry my own long blonde hair after a shower or
bath.  One of her specialities was running her fingers through my hair, teasing
and soothing my scalp. She definitely liked to use suggestive, yet subtle
touches.

Though I was 20 at this time, and she was 18 and in different classes, the two
of us managed to spend a lot of time together during the regular college day.
We often ate lunch and had study breaks together.  Anyone would recognize us as
two giggling college girls who were best friends.  I doubt anyone would think
one (or as it turned out, both) of us had lustful intentions.

I had become so enthralled with Sarah that after a month, she was over to my
dorm room for a visit every single night.  Nothing had happened -- yet.  We were
really flirting with one another, always laughing and having a good time
together.  I found myself turning down date requests from guys because I had
aspirations of being in a romantic relationship with Sarah.  I also noticed that
she was not dating anyone either -- despite a multitute of requests from guys.

That made me think.

Was she *really* interested in me?  Was she holding out on guys, wanting a
relationship with me instead?

I would lay awake at night and fantasize about Sarah.  I imagined holding her in
my arms and making soft, sweet love to her.  I sensed what it would be like to
feel her thick, pouty lips pressing against mine for a kiss.  I shuddered at the
heat of our bodies, entwined tightly together, as we climaxed in rapture
simultaneously.

One evening, I fell asleep and had a dream that seemed extremely real.  I
dreamed that Sarah came into my dorm room in the middle of the night and almost
begged me to make love to her.  I did, of course, and that seemed very real as
well.  We fell asleep after several hours of passion in each others' arms,
content and satisfied.

Then the alarm clock went off.

The dream was so real that when I woke up, I actually looked for Sarah next to
me in bed.  After a few seconds, I realized it had all been a dream.  In
frustration, I pounded both fists against the bed.

I went to get dressed and noticed my panties were soaked.  They weren't wet --
they were soaked.  It was at this time I realized that something must be done
about this.  I had to make a move on Sarah or go insane with hiding my secret
passions from her.  If it turned out that she wasn't interested in me, at least
I would know I had tried.  No one will get anywhere in life if they do not try,
you know.

That same day, I asked Sarah if she would come over to my dorm immediately after
cheerleading practice ended -- "I have something real important to discuss with
you."  She tried to get it out of me right then and there, but I held back,
telling her it would have to wait until later.  Sarah would usually go to her
own dorm room after cheerleading practice, shower and change, then come over to
my room. I wanted her to come to my room right after her practice ended.  She
said okay, but added that it "had better be important."

I assured her, it was.

                                * * *

Down deep, I was fearful of being rejected.  But I did my best not to dwell on
that possibility.  I concentrated more on what it would be like to wrap my arms
around that beautiful, luscious body of hers.  I imagined the possibilities of
holding and kissing her, and making love to her.  Without a doubt, those
thoughts were most pleasant.

I had never done anything like this before -- try and woo a woman.  Back in high
school, my girlfriend had seduced me over the course of two months.  I really
did not know if I had gone about things with Sarah the right way.  Before, I had
been the seduced.  Now, I thought of myself as the seducer.  Had I done
everything correctly?  I even called my old girlfriend in Texas and spoke to her
about it, hoping for some advice and pointers.  She wasn't much help.

I wasn't really too worried about the possibility of word getting out that I was
bisexual, or a lesbian, if Sarah should become offended and then tell everybody
about me.  While I prefer to keep my love life and sexual preferences out of the
"gossip rounds", it was worth taking that chance -- I wanted Sarah, and I wanted
her bad.  That was the bottom line.  The possible reward was much greater than
the risk.

                                * * *
Fresh from cheerleading practice, Sarah showed up at my door on time.  I almost
had an orgasm right there -- she was dressed in a pair of black spandex pants
and a matching skintight sleeveless top. Every subtle curve of her body was
outlined in the tight fabric.  Her long blonde hair was a bit messy -- you could
easily tell that she had just come from a strenuous practice session.

Sarah got right to the point.  "Allison, now what's so important?"

I walked over toward my bed and then looked back at her.  I was very nervous
now, but determined to go through with this.  I had to.

"Sarah, we've been friends now for a month.  I don't really know how to say
this, so please bear with me --"

"Sure, anything," she interjected.

I took a deep breath.  "Sarah, from the first time I saw you, I've been very
attracted to you."  I felt a huge lump in my throat -- and my entire body was
trembling.  But I had to continue.  "I don't know if you've ever given any
thought to being with a girl, but I just have to find out.  I've been driving
myself crazy with this."

I waited for her reaction.

At first, Sarah appeared stunned.  My heart broke.  I was a total fool for
assuming that she had an interest in me as well.  A complete and total fool.
That is what I told myself.  The stunned expression on her face made me want to
curl up and hit my head in anger.

I needed to say something, to break the silence.  "I... oh God, Sarah, I'm sorry
for --"

"You're sexually attracted to me?" she suddenly asked, chiming in before I could
finish my own sentence.

I stammered in reply.  "Umm, yeah.  I... I am."  She still looked stunned.  As a
result, I hung my head in shame.  I really did think of Sarah as a friend.  I
wasn't only after her to get her into the sack. Those may have been my initial
intentions, but we had really become good friends.  But now, I thought, our
friendship was ruined. 

"I'm attracted to you also."

With an eyeful of tears, my head shot up and I looked at her, now stunned
myself.  Did she say what I think she just said?  Now, I was trembling and
shaking even more than before.  "Could you repeat that?"

Sarah smiled and stepped forward.  "I'm attracted to you also."

My face was flooded with tears -- tears of joy!  Sarah immediately rushed toward
me, and then threw her arms around me in an embrace.

"I was hoping you'd make the first move," Sarah said, holding me close.  "I'm
glad you did."  I didn't respond, a mixture of relief, excitement and shock
running through me.  So after a long silence, Sarah decided to add, "I've been
bisexual for two years.  I've only had one girlfriend.  But she moved to New
York last year."

"I've been bisexual for five years," I told her, still trembling. "I only had
one girlfriend too.  But it was more of a fling with her, instead of a
relationship."

"Now both of us have a new girlfriend," Sarah proclaimed, sliding her hands down
to my bottom and squeezing it firmly.

I almost collapsed in her arms, right there, at that moment.  But a shot of
strength went through my legs, giving me the power to stay standing.  I drew my
head away from her shoulder and cupped her face with my hands -- then descended
upon her mouth with my own.

Sarah's lips were already slightly open, inviting me inside her mouth, when I
first touched them with my own.  I was bug eyed and staring at her, but her eyes
were closed as our kiss began.  In fact, there seemed to be a relaxed, peaceful
expression on her face.  I'm sure my expression at that time was somewhat
unique, and strange.

When Sarah gave my shorts-covered bottom another hard squeeze, I slipped my
tongue into her mouth.  That caused her eyes to open, and then I saw a happy
expression form on her lovely face -- followed by a giggle.  She again squeezed
my backside and found my tongue with her own, causing them to slip and slide
together in lust.

Sarah and I were standing at the foot of my bed, our bodies close and in a
strong embrace, kissing each other deeply with our tongues. It must have been
quite a sight to behold.

My anxiety seemed to lessen as the kiss became deeper.  I was now assured that
Sarah wanted me just as much as I wanted her.  My only complaint was, why
couldn't this encounter had happened sooner?  (!)

Our tongues slid and slivered together in her mouth for quite some time.  Sarah
eventually pushed my tongue into my own mouth, shifting the mutual licking
action.  I encircled my arms around her upper back and squeezed tightly.  It
only made the kiss stronger.  Soon, we were going from mouth to mouth with our
tongues.  It was *sooooo* erotic.

I then slipped a hand down to Sarah's spandex-clad bottom and gave it a sharp
pinch.  In response, she broke the kiss and immediately squealed in surprise.
She then looked at me with a smile on her face, her hands frantically massaging
my own bottom.

I needed to say something to her.  "Sarah, honey, I don't want to force you into
anything.  Are you sure about this?  I mean, I just told you of my feelings a
minute or two ago.  Are you positive you want to go through with this,
*tonight*?"

Sarah patted my bottom with her hands.  "I've never been more sure about
anything."  She paused, still smiling.  "I have been fantasizing about this
moment ever since I first met you, Allison."

I sighed at that statement, a deep sigh, and then pulled her down to the bed
with me.  Both of us seated on the edge, I again embraced her, and kissed her
deeply.  I wanted to taste every single inch of her sweet mouth with my tongue.
And I did, sliding it all around in mad, frantic circles.

Sarah responded vigorously, sliding both of her hands underneath the waistband
of my shorts.  Her fingers traced and prodded against my bottom, separated only
from her touch by a thin pair of panties.

She pulled away from the kiss and looked at me.  "Allison, when was your last
time with a girl?"

Gasping, I replied, "Much too long ago."  And then, I latched onto her mouth
once more, this time kissing her with too much force for herbreak it off again.

I was eventually distracted in the kiss, however, when Sarah began grinding her
round, firm breasts against mine.  The tense and erotic friction sent a
shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout my entire body!  Her breasts have been
large since I first met her -- mine are on the average side.  But the feel of
hers rubbing against mine was almost too much to take.  My girlfriend back in
Texas used to do this to me, and it would always turn me on like nothing else.

This time, I broke the kiss and reached between us.  My right hand found one of
her breasts and squeezed it tightly through the skintight cotton top she wore.
I could also tell that she wasn't wearing a bra.

I reached down to her sides and gathered the stretched cotton in my hands, then
quickly pulled it up and over her shoulders.  Her bare breasts, large and firm,
rolled out into view.  I looked up at her face for an instant -- she was smiling
at me, nodding her head.

Sarah then fell back on the bed, and I responded by leaning over and attaching
my mouth to one of her breasts.  I sucked and slurped at her thick aureole, like
a hungry baby with a favorite bottle.

"I can't believe this," Sarah said, in a stunned tone.  "I just can't believe
this is happening."

"Why?" I asked, in between nibbles.

"I had high hopes you were interested in me, but thought I was seeing things in
my own mind," she confessed.  "I thought it would always be a dream to be with
you -- not a reality."

"I'm *more* than interested, Sarah.  I'm *obsessed* with you."

"And I'm obsessed with you too," she giggled, as I continued sucking on the
puffy brown aureole atop her right breast.

"I hope you have more in mind than a *fling*," Sarah added.  "Is that the term
you used to describe your last girlfriend?"

"Yes," I said, still sucking her aureole.  "And yes on the other thing too --
I'm much more interested in you than a simple fling."

"Hmmm, good," she moaned in a delightful tone.

I stopped the attack upon her breast and moved down slightly, now kissing and
licking her midriff and drumboard tight belly.  I then moved my hands to her
hips and slowly began sliding the skintight spandex pants she wore down.  Lower
and lower they went, until I could snap them down to her ankles.  There, I
busily worked on untying her sneakers and taking them off first.  Then came her
socks, followed by the stretchy spandex pants.

"Stand up," Sarah requested.

I did, just in front of her.  And then, she sat up and began undoing the buttons
upon my blouse.  While Sarah did this, I had the opportunity to survey her
luscious body in near nude form -- all she had on now was a sexy white G-string.
Firm and tone in all the right places -- shapely and voluptuous in all the right
places too.

My body shivered as Sarah slipped the blouse from my shoulders.  No one had
undressed me during a sexual act like this before -- and it was hot!  It was
especially hot that a woman was doing it to me!

She reached for my shorts and tugged them down.  I stepped out of them while
Sarah slid my socks off.  Then I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra.
Sarah finished the deed, reaching up and taking it away from my body, leaving me
completely nude before her.

She smiled and reached forward, her fingers pinching and squeezing my sensitive
breasts.  I sighed in total passion, my head tilting back and eyes closed tight.
I bathed and swam around in the lustful pleasures her fingers created until
Sarah spoke up.

"Allison, I want to eat you."

My head shot up and I looked at her.  "What?"

"You heard me," she said, scooting back on the mattress and laying down upon it.
"Come on, I want your pussy.  Right here, I want you to sit on my face."

"Sit on your face?" I asked, clueless.  Actually, I was quite ignorant at this
time.  Though I had several sexual experiences, none of them were quite as
unique as what Sarah had obviously come to know.

"Yes baby, sit on my face," she repeated.  "Place your knees on either side of
my face, and then lower your pussy to my mouth."

"Oh!" I giggled, embarrassed, getting into her requested position.

When her tongue first touched my pussy, I jumped -- a powerful shockwave of pure
and unrelenting passion shot straight through me!  I had to grab onto the
headboard in front of me to keep from losing my balance and falling over!

Sarah's hands tightly gripped my bottom and then she began an expert tongue
lapping of my vagina.  I was bug eyed above her, holding onto the headboard with
all of my strength, pleasure too powerful to put into words coursing through me.
No one had ever eaten me so good! I thought my last boyfriend was good, but his
tongue didn't even come close in comparison to Sarah's!

I couldn't help but to moan and pant in lust above her, my insides full of
passion and chaos.  Her tongue felt like it was a motor -- it simply would not
stop licking and lapping away at my pussy.  This was a million times better than
any oral sex I had ever received!

I was straining, trying to hold my orgasm inside of me.  I wanted this to last
longer!  I also figured that Sarah wanted to continue eating me longer.  My
moans had turned into screams now, and I was rocking back and forth, her expert
mouth and tongue working me over like nothing ever before them had.

"Don't hold it back," she mumbled against me.  "Let yourself go."

I screamed at the top of my lungs as I obeyed her, simply letting myself go.
And what ensued was the fiercest orgasm of my entire life. My body shook and
trembled in delight, my knees tight around her face, as my passion erupted like
a river dam bursting.  Talk about powerful sensations!  Nothing had ever felt so
divine!

A series of screams and high pitched squeals came from deep within me until the
orgasm finally started to let up.

I remember moaning and raising to my knees, my eyes closed.  I leaned forward
and placed my face against the top of the headboard, and let out a lustful sigh.
Not only had that been the best tongue lapping ever done on me up to that point,
but it had been the most wondeful sexual act ever performed on me -- period.

I was still sighing and trembling in the aftermath when Sarah spoke up.

"Allison, how about returning the favor?"

I turned around and noticed that Sarah had scooted out from under me.  In fact,
she was laying at the opposite end of the bed, her legs spread wide -- without
the G-string on any longer.  That had been the last remaining piece of clothing
between us, but she must have took it off while I was enjoying the aftermath of
orgasm.

I glanced downward, noticing that her pubic hairs were blonde and appeared to be
very thin and short.  I could easily see the wet folds of her pussy, and it
looked most enticing.

However, a sudden fear came over me.  I had not been with a female in over three
years.  What happens if Sarah thought I wasn't any good with my tongue?
Although I had an on again/off again relationship with my girlfriend in Texas
for two years, I certainly didn't have a lot of practice when it came to eating
pussy.  I wanted to give Sarah pleasure just as she had given me -- I definitely
did not want her to be dissapointed with my result.

I spoke in a scared tone, "I... I don't know if I'll be any good for you.  It's
been such a long time since I was with another girl."  Honesty is the best
policy.

"Just do what comes naturally," Sarah said.  "I'm positive it will be more than
good for me!  Just stick your face down there, and get to work with your tongue.
Just like I did to you."

What irony.  I was the one who initiated this whole encounter, wanting to get
sexually involved with another woman.  Yet, Sarah was the one who was telling me
how to make love to her.  It would only seem logical that the seducer is knowing
and confidant in her ability.

On my knees, I bent over completely until my face was between her thighs.  I
placed both hands upon her hips and then gently extended my tongue to her pussy.
Sarah moaned in passion and immediately wrapped her lithe, sleek legs around my
head.  I glanced up at her, realizing I must have done something right.

I continued along the same track, now gently swiping my tongue over her clit.
She wasn't wet -- she was soaked!  Her juice tasted sweet, like a fine nectar.
I decided it was time to sample more.

I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and drove my tongue inside her.  Sarah
moaned, obviously enjoying my work.  My tongue moved in slow and timed circles,
as I hoped to give her the type of pleasure she had just given me.  I figured,
though, that would be impossible. What she had done to me with her tongue was
simply magnificant.

I tried to repay the favor, though, by focusing all of my effort and attention
on her honey pot.  But I just remember thinking, it was so great to be intimate
with a female again.  I missed being with a woman more than I even thought I
did.

I pulled out slightly, but returned by placing kisses all along the entire
exposed area between her thighs.  Soon, each wet kiss was followed by a hard
suction on the same spot.  And after each and every hard suction, Sarah screamed
in lust and delight.

I was bringing her pleasure.  The knowledge made me feel good!

I dove between her soaked folds again, wanting to bring an orgasm for her, just
as she had brought for me.  I licked and slurped and lapped, pushing my tongue
as far into her as possible.  She was really moaning now, a hot blaze of fire
and passion, her hips churning and bucking wildly beneath me.

With my mouth and tongue still working, I pushed a single finger into her.  Her
response was monumental.  She roared in lust and then her orgasm began -- my
finger had been the final piece to the puzzle.

Her legs were closed very tightly around my head, not allowing my face to leave
her pussy, as she screamed and cried out her passion.  I just kept lapping away,
tasting and swallowing the sweet nectar that poured out from deep within her.

Sarah kept screaming, mostly my name and words of passion.  She also said some
words and phrases that I simply couldn't understand. Then I realized, I must
have really drove her insane with pleasure.

It was a very long time coming before her orgasm subsided.  But when it did, she
loosened the grip of her legs around my head and then let out a content and very
satisfied sigh.  I gave her honey pot a few more licks before raising up and
taking a seat on the bed.

"Come here, Allison," Sarah pleaded, her arms outstretched.

I lunged forward directly into her embrace.  She hugged me tightly and gently
kissed my shoulder, her hands rubbing hard against my back.

"Ooooh I loved that," she moaned.  "You definitely know how to eat pussy, baby.
See?  I told you."

I pulled away, far enough so we could look into each others' eyes. I smiled
before saying, "I'm glad you liked it.  I certainly liked it. Both being eaten
by you, and then eating you myself.  In fact, I enjoyed everything that just
happened between us."

Sarah pulled me down so I was laying beside her on the bed.  She cupped my face
and then kissed me on the lips.  "I enjoyed it too. And I think I'm going to
enjoy you from now on."  She smiled and gave me another kiss.  "Thank you, baby.
Thank you for telling me of your feelings.  This night would not have been
possible without it."

"Thank you for being bi," I reciprocated, before giving her a very long and
fevered kiss on the mouth.

This night was *far* from over.

                                * * *
Shortly after that lustful night, Sarah and I became roommates in my dorm.  The
second bed in that room was never used.


                                * * *

                                * * *


That wonderful first evening happened three years ago.

Today, Sarah and I are still together -- and very much in love. We're a couple.
Both of us are very faithful to each other -- the idea of dating or being with
anyone else is foreign around here.

I have since graduated from college, but Sarah still attends classes as a
Senior.  A year ago, we moved away from that tiny dorm room to a nice, spacious
apartment just outside of Portland.  I always wanted to "settle down" with the
right person in life.  But little did I know that the right person would be
another woman.

Currently, I am 23, Sarah is 21.  I have a marketing job at an electronics
company and Sarah works as a dance instructor for small children.  No one knows
that we are bisexual and in love with each other -- everyone thinks we are two
best friends living together to share expenses.  We *are* living together to
share expenses, but not as best friends -- Sarah and I are "breast" friends.

Originally, I planned to move back to Texas after graduating from college.  But
now, I am very content to spend the rest of my life here in Oregon -- just as
long as Sarah is with me.


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