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Dress Rehearsal
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Four
Heather now sought out the shorter girl’s
body, filling in the blanks on her own mental map.
By the time they were done, they were as familiar
with every aspect of the other’s body as they were
their own.
Amber whispered a request into Heather’s
ear. A petition that only made her face glow even
brighter. They untangled their limbs and totally
changed positions, until they found themselves in
the classic sixty-nine. Both spread their legs,
clearing a path for the other’s desire.
Amber started first, tentatively probing the
recess of Heather’s saturated pussy. The strong
scent of her sex was overpowering. The taste of
her fruits exquisite. She closed her eyes as she
drove deep inside, savoring a feast only dreamt
about up to now.
“Oh yes,” Heather encouraged her.
“You’re doing fine.
Motivated, Amber moved her pulsating
mouth closer and sought out Heather's clit. She
alternated between her finger and her tongue,
pleasing Heather with each stroke. A rhythm
quickly developed as her actions became as
natural to her as breathing.
Satisfied that Amber was well on her way,
Heather turned her attention to her own prize.
Her first taste of the blond pussy before her had
left her hungering for more. With practiced skill,
she mirrored the ministrations her own pussy was
receiving, quickly catching up to Amber,
It became a contest between experience
and neophyte enthusiasm, a race to see which
could bring the other to orgasm first. In the end,
the sudden surge across the finish line was too
close to measure, too euphoric for either of them
to actually care.
Both gyrated faster and faster, driven on
by the love of the other. Hearts raced out of
control as naked flesh burned with desire. Finally,
they gripped each other and traveled together as
one through the Fields of Elysium.
The journey left them both totally drained.
A joyous fatigue that brought sleep to their eyes
and a chance to relive it all over in their dreams.
It was hours before their eyes opened to look
wordlessly and longingly at each other.
Moonlight had given way to sunlight as
they stood up and felt the morning warmth on
their skin. The day was just breaking, but there
was no time for even breakfast. Amber had just
enough time to quickly wash up and dress, before
racing downstairs to meet her ride to the studio.
Heather, dressed in one of Amber’s robes,
looked down on her love from the terrace. As she
watched the dark studio car pulled into the early
morning traffic, she threw a kiss for luck into the
air.
No matter what the day brought now, last
night would always shine in her memory.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Heather lay naked in bed, a sheet wrapped
around her as she watched the Angie O’Neil
show. A week had passed since her night with
Amber. Seven days in which she had scarcely
spent more than twenty minutes talking to her.
The normal shooting schedule for the show had
been compressed in order to get the ‘ratings week
special’ on the air in time.
“Here it comes.” Heather thought with
excitement as Angie took Cynthia in her arms.
The redheaded forty-year-old stroked
Amber’s short hair, mouthing dialogue that
Heather paid no attention to. Her attention was
on their lips as their heads grew closer.
During the brief chats they had during the
week, Heather had asked Amber how the scene
had gone. The actress had just smiled and said
Heather would have to wait until show night to
see. From all the publicity the episode had gotten,
Heather knew that a few million pairs of eyes
were watching with her. Strangely enough,
Amber’s eyes were not one of them. She’d told
Heather many times she could never watch her
own performances.
“I hope she doesn’t giggle.” Heather said
to herself as she watched their lips meet.
The dark girl held her breath, her attention
focused totally on the television screen. She
watched as Angie and Cynthia closed their eyes
and pressed their lips together. Watched as Amber
didn’t giggle. Watched as Kate Douglas ....
“She’s giving her tongue!” Heather cried
out in surprise just before the screen faded to
black. “I saw that old bitch, she was using her
tongue!”
The sound of the closing theme filled the
room as Amber walked back in. She was as naked
as Heather, carrying a small tray with wine and
cheese. Laying the tray on the bed, she climbed
up next to Heather.
“That horny old bitch used her tongue!”
Heather repeated.
“Did she?” Amber grinned broadly as she
handed her lover a glass of wine. “I really don’t
remember.”
“You don’t remember?” Heather said as
she took the glass. “Did she do that during the
dress rehearsal?”
“I really don’t remember the dress
rehearsal that much,” Amber said as she leaned
forward to kiss Heather. “But I do remember, our
undress rehearsal.”
And it was the undress rehearsal that
would be repeated again and again.
END
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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ASSTR Donation Page
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