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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Fake Photos/Real Life (MF, rom, exh, voy, anal) By Nightworks (ROWRSC@aol.com) ** The following story is intended for mature adults. It is not to be read by anyone under the age of eighteen, or by anyone who is opposed to imaginative erotic writing. It is pure fiction. Any resemblance to any situation, or person or persons, living or dead, is a coincidence. Part 1 Althea sat down before her computer and booted up. It had been one of those days at work, following one of those nights before. Work had been hectic. The night before had been difficult, at best. She had broken up with her boyfriend of over a year, deciding that, at age 26, she didn't want to settle down yet. As he got more demanding of her time and about their sexual activity, she got wary, and the result was last night. Maybe that tension-filled evening had contributed to the hectic nature of the workday as a junior but fast track account executive for a Chicago advertising firm. The silly wavy extended chord poured out of the computer's speakers as the dead blank screen turned to life. The light meal of yesterday's leftovers had tasted pretty good, and now it was time to read the mail and decide whether or not to get in on the stupidities of a chat room before a shower and bed. Althea preferred to live by herself; her finances were solid and her desire for freedom too strong to try to find a roommate. When Charlie, her boyfriend, had made noises about moving in with her, she decided that she had gone as far as she wanted to go with this relationship. She was uneasy about the decision, but it had been made. The computer was good company. She kept in touch with her parents in Indiana, with an older sister in Rochester, New York, and with some college friends from her days at Northwestern. E-mail was a great way to handle what was once done by formal letters, or, later, by telephone calls. Little cost. Little effort. Easy, brief, and to-the-point contact. She punched the icon for her ISP and the computer immediately began its mad dash to connect her to the world. The sounds of computers searching for each other, and making contact, were comforting in a strange way. She was reaching out of her condo to a much wider world and (usually) much more interesting people than those who were around her, except for a few at work. The computer touched others, and they could touch her. And if she didn't like their touch, she didn't have to convince and plead, she could just sign off, shut down, and go to bed. She was in control, and she liked that. The comforting interface of her Internet provider came up on her screen, and the icon that told her that she had E-mail was highlighted. Read now? Or read later? It was her choice, and she decided to check on the mail by just reading down the list of messages. There were two. One was from her sister in Rochester. The second, titled "Must Read" was from someone whose E-mail address she didn't recognize. "Probably spam," she said. She clicked on her sister's message and read the words from Rochester, about colder weather, job going well at the university, husband still not wanting any more kids, and some flak from mom about not getting home often enough. In other words, same old stuff, same old guilt trip from the parents in Indiana whom she referred to as "Home Control," a description left over from a previous boyfriend who had worked for a government laboratory. She debated about clicking on the second message as it looked like spam to her, but the "Must Read" title caught her eye again and to herself she said, "What the hell," and clicked on the icon. A message came up that raised her eyebrows. What it said was cryptic: It began with a web address, followed by "You might be real interested in going to this web site. It has something about you on it. Click on "Members," and use this password: rng973." Then look for a familiar name on the list. You may be surprised." The sender's name was "Friend." The sender's E-mail address was a strange one. She clicked on the button and wrote, "Who are you? Why did you send me this E-mail?" and sent her missive back to the sender. But almost immediately her E-mail icon lit up and, when she clicked on it she discovered that her E-mail, just sent, was "undeliverable." Maybe a mistake in the address, she thought as she turned her attention back to the message before her. Althea copied the URL from the message and pasted it into the strip at the top of her screen. Before hitting the return she copied the password onto a scrap of paper by her on the desk. Then she hit . In a few seconds (the time seemed longer to Althea because of her anticipation) a first page appeared. "John's Celebrity Beauties: The Best Fakes on the 'Net" was the heading, and upon reading down the information included on this first page Althea discovered that the site was Web pornography of a type that was unfamiliar to her. Several bare-breasted attractive women graced the page, a come on for the (probably) mostly male visitors to the site, which, from the message boldly declared on the home page, contained pictures of celebrities, film stars mostly, portrayed through the medium of computerized photo manipulation. Scrolling down, she saw that the site almost cried out for the viewer to Join Now! But there was a small window at the bottom for "Members." Althea clicked on the icon and another dialog box asked for her password. Curious about the site, but more curious about what it had to do with her, Althea typed "rng973" into the little box and hit on her computer's keyboard. And quickly, there was a list of well over 200 names of the world's female "glitterati," those who had made it in the world of film, or those hoping to make it big in that world. There were also the names of people from other areas of entertainment: Althea recognized several news anchor women, a lot of names from popular, rock, and C&W music, along with the name of a classical violist. Two regulars from one of the cable weather programs were there, as was the name of a popular game show co-host, and from several TV talk shows. But what did this have to do with her? Now in the world of advertising, Althea had once dreamed of a Hollywood career. She had moved to LA following college and, while working at a studio as a guide, had been given a screen test. An offer was made and accepted, and several bit parts in films had followed. It was clear to her, however, that this environment wasn't hers. Too much waiting for nothing. Too many hits by guys of no interest to her. Too much based on her sexuality and not enough on talent. She thought she had talent, but the film industry was awash in young females who thought they had talent. Althea pulled up stakes and moved back to Indiana. An offer of a position with a Chicago firm had sounded interesting, and the results were a good job with some challenge, good pay and a chance to move upward, and the fun of living in the Second City. The fling with Hollywood was written off as a learning experience. Good looks didn't get you very far when you were surrounded by hundreds of people with the same gifts, the same goals, and the same chance-about zero. Andrea was glad for the experience, but happy to move away from that strange life. She searched through the alphabetical listing of celebrity names, and then the reason for the cryptic E- mail became clear. While trying to get a start in films she had changed her name for purposes of making it in the industry, primarily in case a film might cause embarrassment to her parents. Althea had become "Alyssa" and Robinson had become "Rogers," not far from her given and family names, but far enough so as not to attract attention. And there, in the list, was the name "Alyssa Rogers." A mixture of fear and curiosity filled her mind. Perhaps it wasn't her at all. "Alyssa" was not a real common name, but "Rogers" filled several pages in the Chicago phone book. There was no question, however, that someone out there knew both her furtive screen name and her real name, and felt that the pictures inside this web site were related to her. And there was no question now about whether or not she would see if that relationship was real. Althea clicked on "Alyssa Rogers" on the list of fake celebs. Again, a pause, and then little blank squares and rectangles began to appear on her computer screen. Above the shapes: "Alyssa Rogers. These are all the fakes I have found. If you have more, please send them to me. Click on a thumbnail to see the full picture." The Web was slow this night, which was often the case. Althea counted the blank shapes-there were sixteen. Each shape, square or rectangle, had words and numbers inside: "JFAlysR100," "JFAlysR101," "JFAlysR102," and so forth. The notation system was obvious, but it was taking longer than she thought necessary for the photos themselves-the thumbnails-to emerge. As she watched sixteen small photos filled in the squares and rectangles. Althea's face grew red and she began to shake. The faces in the small photos seemed to be hers, different faces, mostly, but several were the same face in different photos. But as best she could determine from the small pictures, the bodies beneath the faces were not hers. She had never posed nude for anyone. She had never been with many different lovers, and the men in the tiny photos, when their faces and bodies could be clearly seen, were not men whom she recognized. And what the women in the photos were doing to the men, or to themselves, or were having done to them by the males, were things that Althea had never done before. Never. Althea shook as she peered at the little photos. A feeling of revulsion swept over her, but with it there was curiosity. How did she get on this list? Who knew enough about her to get pictures of her face that could be electronically inserted into these pornographic pictures? How did they obtain her photos? Who sent the E-mail to her, and thus knew about her former life as a hopeful starlet, as well as her present situation? And there was also this question: how did she look as a sexual object for men, with "her" body displayed for all to see on the Internet? The questions were all unanswerable right now, except the last one. And that question could be answered by a click of the mouse button. The first picture was of "Alyssa" by herself, and Althea clicked on the thumbnail. In a few seconds the picture appeared to fill the computer's screen. A broad smile was on her face. "Her" body, a bit heavier than that of the real Althea, was fully facing the camera. "Her" breasts were large but nicely shaped, and her nipples were erect. "Her" legs were splayed and her vaginal region was fully displayed to the camera. "She" was fully shaven, and the outer lips were apart and the inner lips were slightly and invitingly open. "Her" legs were shapely. The picture didn't include "her" feet. The fake was a good one. Where Althea's head had been grafted to the picture of the other woman there was a gold necklace, and Althea couldn't see where the real "her" ended and the fake began. Anyone looking at this photo and not knowing it was a fake would believe that they were seeing much more of a very sensual Althea than she had ever displayed to anyone. Althea stared at the photo, and her own head and body reacted in different ways. She was angry that someone would do this to her. But she was also strangely turned on by the display of an attractive body that would allow someone to almost look inside of her. She continued to look at this fake of herself, and then hit the arrow with the cursor and was returned to the thumbnail page. She wanted to see what "JFAlysR101" looked like full sized. She clicked on the tiny photo and was impatient when the large picture didn't immediately appear. But soon a large horizontal rectangular outline was on her screen. And then picture number two appeared in all its glory. "JFAlysR101" was a side shot at an angle from the rear. "Her" head was turned back to face the camera, and "her" body was on her knees. The breasts hung down enticingly, and the nipples extended from coral pink areolas. This girl was thinner than the first, but she had nice hips and, like the first, attractive legs. The orientation of the photo allowed the viewer to see the girl's anus and vaginal lips, which were more open than in the first photo. Again, the model was fully shaved, judging at least from the area in view. The effect of the second photo was one of cute sexuality, rather than of the raw sexual offering of the first. Now Althea was anxious to see the rest of "her" photos. The back button led to the thumbnails and she clicked on the third. This one was larger than the others, and in it "she" wasn't alone. Again, it was her face, and a different photo from either of the first two. But "she" was sitting on a man's lap. His face was just visible behind her. "Her" feet were on his legs above his knees. "Her" legs were spread apart, as in the first, but in this photo the man's long and hard penis was in "her" vagina. "Her" breasts in this picture were smaller than in the previous photos, but "her" genitals was more clearly revealed surrounding the penis. A sizable clitoris was visible above the now-filled vaginal entrance, which showed evidence of moisture. Althea felt herself beginning to react to this photo, which probably was closer to her true body size and shape than those previously put under her face. The reaction was one of arousal. She had never been exposed too much pornography before, and had not had much curiosity about it. Now here "she" was, part of a pornographic display that was calculated to arouse, and it was reaching even her. It was as if she was watching herself have sex, and from the winsome smile on her face in the made-up photo, she was truly enjoying herself and what this strange man was doing to her. She stared at the doctored photo for a long time, and then again hit the arrow. The next photo was of "her" alone, lying on her right side. She wasn't completely nude, but wore an unbuttoned sweater. Attractive breasts with large, round areolas graced her chest, sagging a bit as might be expected. Again, "her" pubic hair had been shaved but only the beginning of the vaginal slit was visible as "her" legs were closed. "Her" right hand supported her head, while the left arm rested on "her" side. Althea was beginning to think of the photos in a different way, as she was thinking now of "her" breasts, "her" nipples, "her" stomach, and the like. In her mind these were shocking photos, and there was her face, peering into the eyes of the computer user. In this photo her face wasn't smiling, but had the look of someone who wanted something to happen. The eyes were sharp and bright. She wondered just when the photo was taken that had been used to make this one. Her light brown hair was shorter than it was now, in fact it was shorter than she had ever had it, and she remembered that her hair had been short when she first went to California to strike it rich in the land of make- believe. Only now, the make-believe world existed on her computer, and she, at least in this segment, was the star. Several more photos were brought to full size. In one she straddled a dining room chair with her arms on the chair back. Very large and well-rounded breasts were partially hidden by the chair back, but enough was visible to make the breasts a point of attention for any breathing male. Her pubic hair in this photo was not completely shaved; there was a little wedge of hair above the top of her lips. The lips themselves were closed but slightly protruded from her body, and the hood of the clitoris was clearly seen. The following photo was altogether different. It was of just her face, but the large purple head of a fully erect penis was in the lower left corner of the picture, and was pointing at her face. Strands of semen hung from her chin, and a small drop was in the corner of her mouth. There was some on her nose and above her right eye. The photo was one that had been used before, with an inviting smile and open mouth. "She" had just sucked a man to orgasm, and he had shot his semen all over her face, and she had enjoyed it. This photo left her breathless, and a bit worried. She had never had oral sex, and had resisted all invitations and requests from her several boyfriends to perform it on them. Her last relationship with Charlie had broken up at least partly over just this matter-he had demanded that she show more sexuality in their relationship, and when she balked, he walked, and she called a halt to the affair. Now she looked at herself enjoying the act. This one both unnerved her and raised her level of excitement to a higher pitch. She didn't think that the next photo was very good. In it, she was seated in a wheelbarrow, facing front. Her legs were spread and a mostly-shaved pussy was front and center. Her breasts sagged more than in the previous pictures, and there was a rise in her belly that she didn't like at all. Her face was one that hadn't been used before but it was not particularly flattering in that it appeared a bit puffy and her hair seemed to have been cut off when the head was attached to the body. Behind the wheelbarrow, holding onto the handles and lifting them up was a man who appeared to be a Latino. But what was clear in the photo was that he had a huge erect cock that stuck out beside her head. As she peered at this wheelbarrow photo, she remembered that she could save the photos onto her own computer, or at least she thought that she could. She clicked on and then and the dialog box came up, indicating that the photo could be saved in her Download file as "JFAlysR106." She clicked to save the photo, and then went back and saved the previous photos. She wasn't sure why she did so, and didn't know whether or not she wanted to see these things again. But she saved them, driven by curiosity and awareness that these photos were arousing her. Photo 107 jolted Althea in a way that the others had not. She was lying on her right side with her knees tucked up in front of her. At her head, another new photo, a man knelt with his hard cock in his hand, obviously offering it to her slightly open mouth. But there was another man in the photo, and he was kneeling behind her. A clear photo. And it showed this second man's hard penis halfway into her anus. Althea broke into a sweat as she watched herself begin to suck one man's penis while another had anal intercourse with her. She looked at this photo for a long time, and experienced sensations throughout her body as she took in the scene and imagined what the girl was feeling with one cock in her mouth (almost) and one definitely probing her virginal anus from behind. She was aware of anal sex; but the interest in and desire to perform anal sex (or have it done to her) had never occurred to her. Charlie had suggested trying it but she had flatly rejected the idea. But here was a woman, attractive, a fine body displayed, not only doing it, but also, with her own face in her place, obviously enjoying it! Althea was questioning her own feelings and beliefs, as new feelings rose within her and were seemingly beyond her control. She saved this photo and continued onward. There was another shot of her having anal intercourse. She was on her back and had a surprised look on her face as a man pushed his penis into her while kneeling between her legs, which were raised off of the bed. This fake was a very good one as the body matched hers quite accurately, with small, pointed breasts and a flat tummy. Again, her pubic hair was completely shaved, and her pussy lips revealed that the man had entered her vagina before taking her anally. The look on her face was one she remembered from a scene in one of the films that she had been in, but she remembered that this scene had not been in the film when it had been released. More photos. In one she was lying on a carpet with her legs making that perfect V that had its apex in a shaved groin. In another she was sitting sprawled in a chair. The photo was a new one, not used before, and it was not well matched to the body. But as in the others, her pussy was bare and her anus was visible. Another photo, from the side, showed her looking at the man who was above her and was plunging his long cock into her. Her look was one of enjoyment, and the facial photo was a new one. And in one that she considered one of the sexiest of all, she was lying on a beach, completely nude except for a blue denim jacket, fully open. Her breasts were capped by large puffy areolas and small nipples, which were hard and extended. Her tummy was very flat. One hand rested just above her vaginal slit. She was fully shaved, and her slit was rounded and disappeared between two beautiful legs in a way that Althea herself found stimulating. It appeared that the next move that this woman-Althea-in-the-photo-would make would be to insert a finger into that narrow inviting flesh canyon and seek her clitoris. The appearance of her face in the photo was one of wonder as she took in this view of her own body. Althea had the definite feeling of "looking at herself while looking at herself." She felt the wetness between her legs and a slight tremor coursed through her body. When Althea brought the fourteenth photo from thumbnail to full size, she shuddered. It was a side view. She was kneeling on the floor, her body vertical. Her head, definitely her head, was thrown backward in abandonment of all save lust. Before her, another woman knelt, an attractive blonde woman with short hair and a cute round face. The other woman's vagina was only visible as it started to disappear between her legs, which were partially spread. She was shaved and totally bare to her view. The woman's right hand was not visible, but was evidently between Althea's legs, touching her vagina. Althea assumed that she, too, was shaved bare of pubic hair. But then, the essence of the photo: the woman's lips were clamped onto Althea's right nipple, pulling it out from her breast, stretching it as far as a nipple could be stretched. Lust upon lust, woman upon woman. Althea's hands were behind her, grasping a throw rug, tension evident in their tight grasp. Her mouth was open, and Althea could almost hear a voice, her voice, crying out in an ecstatic cry of pleasure and pain. The photo left Althea shaken to the core. She stared at it for a long time, looking at the tip of her nipple held tightly in the love-giving mouth of the young woman kneeling in front of her. Althea shook. She felt dizzy and disoriented. What was reality? She felt herself to be in the photo. Her nipples tingled and grew hard as she imagined what this scene would feel like, where she really in it. For a second she was sorry that she was dressed, and that a sweatshirt covered her breasts. Her hand shook and was damp with perspiration as she clicked on to make the photo her own. It was several seconds before she could go back and view the next-to- last picture. This one was another anal photo, still a shock to Althea's experience and sensibilities. This time she was on the man's lap as in the earlier photo. In fact, Althea was sure that the woman whose body she was using was the same woman as in the earlier picture. But this time the cock was in her anus, and only a short section of it was visible. She imagined it extending its hard length into her body. Her vaginal lips were open and moist. This one seemed to be the most realistic of all the photos, except that she had never been with any man who looked like this one (even though his face was hidden behind the back of the woman she could see that he resembled no one she had ever known, certainly that intimately. But he was nicely built and not unattractive to her) and she had never done that with any man. She found herself hoping that the woman whose body wore her face had enjoyed the sex, and wondered if she would have enjoyed it had it really been her in the photo. She hoped that the penis in her anus was giving the woman pleasure. Althea had trouble imagining how this might be so, but accepted the photo as evidence that the act occurred, and perhaps was enjoyed. The pictures were clearly getting to her, and in her mind a blurring had occurred between what she was seeing and what really was the subject of the photo. Althea was beginning to put herself into these obscene acts, and she could not help herself, as she felt aroused by this strange voyeurism. The final photo was a shot of someone else's breasts and her head. A hard cock rose vertically from the body of a mostly-unseen man. Through the electronic miracle of photo manipulation the cock was in her mouth, and it was ejaculating there. Semen was dribbling out of her mouth around the side of the cock that could be seen in the picture. Some had landed on the man's body beneath her. Her nipples were hard and firm and nearly grazed the man's chest as she bent over his cock, and her left hand gently felt his testicles as her mouth received his slippery seed. Althea was overwhelmed by this photo, and found herself gasping for breath as she looked in on herself committing this act of total depravity with a strange man who was coming in her mouth. In her mouth! In the photo her eyes were clear and full of life and enjoyment. There was happiness on her face along with the drops of semen around her mouth, which was closed around the cock. She saved the final photo in her "Download" file with a quivering hand, and exited the 'Net. A drink. A stiff drink. Althea went into the kitchen and poured a shot of bourbon and added a touch of water and some ice. She seemed in a daze and sat on a kitchen chair and stared at the wall. Who had sent that E-mail? Who had gotten photos from her very brief and very forgettable Hollywood past? Who else had seen these photos and recognized her? Has anyone at work acted as if he (or she?) had seen the photos? Why did she react to them as she did? Why wasn't she angry, revolted by the images of her in poses and acts that had never occurred to her to do, let alone actually doing them? Why was she aroused, shaky, in need of something beyond the succor of the bourbon in the glass? Althea suddenly felt the need for a shower, perhaps to wash off the "filth" that she had seen on her computer screen. She stripped off her sweat suit and turned on the water. The warm streams cascaded off of her trembling body. She lathered her hands and began to wash herself. The water's massage and the touch of her own slippery hands aroused her even more as she slowly worked her hands over her own shapely breasts and felt her own nipples rise like those of the women in the photos. As her hands touched her own vagina she thought of the hands of those men seeking and finding the intimate parts of her body, probing her vagina and her anus with fingers, tongues, penises. As the water washed the soap from her face she remembered the photos of semen on her own lips and cheeks, and she wondered what the substance would feel like or taste like within her mouth and on her tongue. She washed herself with a rhythm and found that she was rubbing her clitoris, seeking relief with her own hand. But she did not come. She had not masturbated in years, since early puberty, and didn't, or couldn't, bring herself to climax in the warm confines of the shower. As she toweled herself dry and brushed her teeth, Althea still felt the tension that the photos had engendered within her. She chose a pastel nightgown, put the dead bolt on the door, turned out the lights in the rest of the apartment and got into bed. She switched on the TV, but discovered that she could not concentrate on the inane shows that danced before her eyes on the tube. Wherever she looked she could still see the images of "herself" on the computer screen, and could not shake from her mind the pictures of the intimacies now stored on her computer's hard drive. Althea began to wonder what she would really look like if it had actually been her in those photos. What would her vagina look like if all the hair was gone and she was as smooth as when she had been a child? What did her buttocks look like if hands, hers or someone else's, held them apart and exposed the clean pucker of her anus to the view of an aroused man? Or woman? What would others see if she lay sprawled in a chair with her legs wide apart, allowing someone to see her completely exposed, with nothing, no part of her body, no intimate secret, withheld from their eager eyes and exploring fingers? Would they be eager to touch her like the men in the photos were touching her? Would their touch be sensuous, slow and delicious in the act of arousal that would take all the time in the world and would last almost forever, culminating in one violent climax after another? Or would they be rough, hurried, perfunctory, like much of the limited love making that she had experienced and seldom enjoyed? She could not sleep. She could not watch television. Obsession with the photos was her only thought. Her hands ranged over the curve of her breasts, covered by the thin material of her gown. Althea felt her nipples grow hard under her palms. She grasped them through her gauzy gown with her fingers, and saw in her mind the grasping mouth of the woman who knelt before her in the doctored photo. Althea's hands were dry. The woman's mouth would be moist and slippery. Her right hand moved to her groin and she pulled the gown above her hips, raising her body to allow it to slide out of the way. She sought her vagina with her hand and felt her hair. Althea thought of the slick, clean bodies of the women who gave their beautiful forms to her face, and her hands moved through her pubic hair to her vaginal slit. Then Althea stood up. She removed her gown and went into her bathroom. In one of her cabinets she sought and found her razors, a bag full of the varicolored throwaway types, and also the gel that she had used before to trim her pubic hair before donning her swimsuit. Althea went to the tub and began to run water, but did not close the drain. She adjusted the temperature and sat on the side of the tub with her feet in it. She took the gel and squirted a large amount into her left hand. She then began to rub it into her pubic hair, feeling its slippery coolness on her intimate flesh. Then she took a pink razor, hesitated not a moment, and began to slowly shave her hair. The razor soon became clogged with her long hairs, and she rinsed the razor again and again under the running water. She soon had the upper part of her groin devoid of hair, but she continued, spreading her legs to reach the skin on each side of her labia majora. She worked steadily, almost mechanically, and stood to shave off the hair behind her vaginal crevice. With some determination and contortion she removed even the short hairs that surrounded her anus. As she worked, she wondered whether the women in her photos shaved themselves, or had some assistant to shave them. Or maybe they had husbands or lovers who enjoyed shaving them bare and then pressing their lips to the smooth flesh. Her hand searched her body for any remaining hair, and she suddenly realized that she could feel her skin, her intimate skin, for the first time in nearly fifteen years. Her skin burned with the razor's touch, and she took a cloth and washed off remaining hair and gel. The slight burning remained, and Althea stood and walked to the bathroom cabinet and found a bottle of baby oil that remained from the time when she had used it for some sunburn. She poured some oil into her right hand and began to apply it to her bare flesh. The slippery soothing lotion added to her erotic haze, and she rubbed it in slowly, making sure to include her clitoris and inner lips as her fingers felt the freshly shaved skin. Althea put the bottle of baby oil beside her sink, and then went to stand before her full-length mirror, to see what her razor had wrought. It was as if one of the photos had come alive. The small V of her groin met the larger, inverted V of her legs, and no hair intervened to shield her eyes from the meeting place. Her outer lips were parted slightly, and her inner lips, and the hooded clitoris above them, protruded just a bit from the front of her vaginal crevice where it began to dive between her attractive legs. Althea turned slowly, looking at herself and her newly-shaven body from all angles. She admired her rounded buttocks. In fact, she stood with her back to the mirror and spread her legs. Then she bent her body downward and peered at her reflection in the mirror. Althea spread her buttocks slightly with her hands, and closely examined her anus, and the view of her vaginal slit from behind. Her inner lips were still slightly parted, and to Althea she looked like one of the women in the photos whose pussy seemed to have just had a big hard penis taken from it, before it was pushed into her tight anus. She was awash in emotions, dizzy with lust, caught up in her new body, her new hairless body. She turned and faced the mirror again, and used her hands to pull apart her vaginal lips, allowing the intimate pink interior to show beneath the hooded clitoris. With one hand she pulled her skin tight to open her vagina and reveal even more clearly her clitoris, and with her left hand she cupped her left breast, showing all of herself to the imaginary audience, with its imaginary camera, before her in the mirror. Althea retreated to her bed, with the baby oil in her hand. She stood by the bed and began to coat her body with the slippery substance, reaching as much of her back as she could, and paying attention to her buttocks and anal region. She put the oil on the stand by the bed and lay down, beginning the process of bringing herself to climax. Her left hand sought her slippery groin, and her index and middle fingers slid up and down on either side of her clitoris. Her right hand cupped her breast, first right, and then left. She pulled her left nipple as hard as she could before the slippery raspberry-like protrusion slipped from her fingers. Reaching now toward relief, Althea moved to lie on her left side, and her right hand left her hard nipples and reached toward her anus. Her middle finger entered her very private orifice for the first time, and was soon followed by her ring finger. Images from the Internet flashed through her mind and she suddenly rose and knelt on her bed, rubbing her slippery cunt with her left hand while her right hand moved in and out of her self-violated rear hole. As she felt herself rising to orgasm, Althea shouted aloud, "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me, please!" imagining herself in the loving embrace of a man, or perhaps of two men who were both using her tense body, and giving her the pleasure she craved. Like in the photos, they were faceless men with strong bodies and large cocks. Her climax wracked her body, and her head fell to the mattress while her buttocks remained in the air. Her body quivered in the ecstasy of explosive relief. The fingers of her right hand came out of her anus while those of her left hand pushed into her vagina, prolonging the climax. She remained in that position for a number of minutes, and then collapsed onto the mattress. She pulled the covers over her nude body, made sure the alarm was set, and slept. Part 2 The workday went better. An account that Althea felt she had lost now came around to her ideas for the ad campaign and landed in her lap. Her creative juices were flowing and she spent the day with her crew mapping out and beginning to develop the campaign. The images from the Internet still invaded her mind from time to time, and she remembered how incredibly arousing they had been for her. During her lunch break she dialed the object of her now-severed love affair, Charlie. In a way, Charlie wasn't Althea's type. He was just under six feet tall, and was afflicted with premature balding. He was also probably characterized as a "Nerd." He worked full time at a large CD and video outlet while struggling to finish a Ph.D. in computer science at Northwestern. He had a ready smile, was usually quiet, enjoyed classical music, and generally kept to himself. Except for Althea. Charlie had fallen hard for her, but their relationship had struggled over several elements, especially sex. Charlie's needs were strong. He wanted sex often and hard. Althea felt his ideas were a bit kinkier than she wanted, and when he asked her to do some things, mainly oral sex, Althea balked. They worked out a truce, mainly one-sided, in that Althea agreed to have sex more often than she usually wanted, and Charlie wouldn't insist on anything that Althea felt was wrong. The truce lasted about two weeks, and when Althea balked at allowing Charlie to spend the weekend with her in her condo, Charlie decided that the truce was over. On Monday night he had urged, then almost forced, Althea to try oral sex. Althea brought up the agreement; Charlie brought up the fact that, from his point of view, she had already broken the agreement, and he had walked out in anger, and her words, "It's over, Charlie," followed him into the hallway. That's where it was before the E- mail message and the Internet photos. The phone call was not an easy act for Althea. She reached Charlie at work, where it was hard for him to deal with personal calls, given customers and fellow clerks. But Althea asked only that they have dinner together that evening, said she would pick up the check (most of Charlie's income went for his apartment and his tuition and other grad school costs,) and suggested a restaurant that would be somewhat convenient for them both. The afternoon went well. No breakthroughs, but some good ideas about the direction for the campaign for the new client. The team consisted of Althea as director, a senior artist, a layout artist, a photographer, and an intern (who Althea thought was attractive) who was learning the world of advertising as a full time intern during her senior year. Three different approaches to the campaign were roughed out, and some homework was assigned to develop specifics. Althea's interest in the intern bothered her. She had never had any feelings about anyone of the same sex. The girl was one of those tall, slender blondes (maybe a true blonde, and if not, a good coloring job) with gentle blue eyes and soft features. Small but attractive breasts were obvious even under the "dress for success" clothing of the office. The photo of the woman kneeling before Althea and pulling her nipple with her mouth while touching her vaginal area had left her shaken because it had left her aroused as much as any of the other photos. Althea knew that she was interested in men, but also knew that she couldn't kid herself about being turned on by the sight of another attractive woman with Althea's nipple in her sensuous wet mouth. As time moved on and the afternoon came to a close, Althea's thoughts turned more and more to her dinner with Charlie. How would her sexual arousal over the photos affect her? How would her experience of the intensity of masturbation affect her feelings for Charlie? What did her arousal over oral and anal sex in the photos say about how she and Charlie would possibly restart their relationship? Her anxiety grew with the increasing closeness of their meeting hour. Six forty-five, and Althea stood outside of Warren's, waiting for Charlie. He tended to be late on a regular basis, but she saw him coming, his balding head visible within the rolling sea of pedestrians. "Hi," he said, touching Althea's hand. "Hi, Charlie," she responded. "I'm glad you showed up. Thanks for coming." "Hey! A free meal? You know me." He then added quickly, "Just kidding. I guess I was hoping you'd call. Let's eat." The meal went well, good food and mostly small talk about her new client and his latest experiences as a TA in the undergraduate computer science program. As they talked, Althea began to feel aroused again, mainly because she had missed Charlie and his wisecracks and sarcastic humor, but also because she had missed his touch. But the touch she gave herself last night, and the touch she felt vicariously from the photos, were all different from the experiences in bed with Charlie up to this point. Primarily because of her lack of desire for something different in sex, her needs were satisfied by the same routine and in the same way every time. Now she had felt something different. Her own hands had given her something new-several things new-to arouse and bring her to a truly thundering climax. What would she expect from Charlie, or any lover, for that matter? Would she limit her newfound sexual desires to the privacy of her bedroom and the touch of her own fingers? They finished their meal, Althea paid the bill, and they stepped outside. "That was nice," she said. "Now what?" "What do you mean?" Charlie responded. "Would you like to come over to my place?" she asked. "Yes, but not if we're going to fight again. I don't want to get into another argument with you," Charlie said. "Althea responded quickly, "We won't argue. I promise. Let's take a cab." After four tries, a cab stopped for them, and Althea gave the driver her address, about fourteen blocks away. They sat back in the darkened rear seat. Charlie reached for Althea's hand and held it, but she removed her fingers from his grasp. Before he could say anything, Althea put her hand on the upper part of his left leg and began to stroke him through his trousers. Her hand rode up onto his crotch and she felt his penis begin to grow under her touch. Charlie turned, wanting to ask about this change of attitude, but before he could speak Althea pulled his face toward hers and began a long, wet kiss. Her tongue snaked between his lips, and his followed into her mouth. Her hand began to rub more firmly onto his zippered crotch. The cabby enjoyed the show in the back seat via the rear-view mirror, but soon she said, "Sorry folks. Ride's over. Here's your address." Charlie paid for the cab, over the objections of Althea, and they entered the front door to her condominium complex. Althea took the key from her small purse and unlocked the door. They entered the small hall that led to the living area, but as soon as Charlie had shut the door, Althea turned to him. Her arms wrapped around him and she pulled him toward her to continue the kiss that had been interrupted by the cab driver. Althea broke the kiss, her face wet with their mutual saliva, and slowly dropped to her knees on the hall carpet. Charlie looked down in amazement as her hands found and pulled down the zipper to his trousers. Her fingers searched for and found his hardening cock within the folds of pants and under shorts. She gently extracted his cock from its hiding place. Looking up at Charlie's face, her tongue came out and she slowly licked the tip with its glistening pearl of moisture. She didn't take her eyes from his as she licked the smooth purple helmet, and slowly took it into her moist mouth, gently sucking on the thick member as it continued to harden within her warm cavern. "God!" exclaimed Charlie as the sight of her action and the exquisite feel of her mouth hit him. "Oh, God, Althea!" She continued to suck him, moving her head back and forth to take as much of him into her mouth as she could. She finally pulled away from his now-wet cock, and gasped. "I'm willing to stay here if you want, but I'd rather go somewhere where we can be more comfortable," she said, panting because of what she had been doing and also because of her own state of arousal. He pulled her upward, and kissed her moist mouth and puffy lips, moving his lips over her slippery face to take her moisture into his own mouth. "Let's go to bed," he said. They walked down the hall into the bedroom, each with an arm around the other. He kissed her again, hard, and both quickly removed their clothes. Althea debated whether or not to leave on her thigh-high stockings to frame her now-hairless pussy, but decided that everything had to go. She lay down on the bed after pulling back the covers, and for the first time Charlie saw her naked groin. "Why did you do this?" he asked, his right hand caressing the soft bare skin, his index finger moving over her clitoris, which projected above her lips. "I did it for you," she said, lying a bit but not much more than a bit. "I'll explain some time. Just know that it was for you. I hope you like it." "Like it? You're beautiful. That just adds to your beauty," Charlie said, continuing and extending the caress. He knelt over her and kissed her again, and then began to move lower on her body. He licked, then nibbled, and then sucked her right nipple into his mouth. "Pull it, Charlie. Pull it hard," she said. His lips grasped the raspberry-like nipple and stretched it away from her breast. "Oh, God," Althea said. "More." He pulled harder, and then slowly let her nipple contract toward the breast. He leaned over her body and did the same to her left breast and nipple, his left hand caressing the extended flesh. Althea began to move on the bed, aroused and seeking relief from her lover. Charlie moved lower, kissing her stomach. He moved downward, and lay between Althea's legs, his head raised over her bare pussy. "In the drawer. Get some baby oil. Put it on me," Althea gasped. Charlie leaned over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, and found the bottle of oil. He popped open the top and poured the slippery substance on her writhing flesh. He rubbed it into her skin, and then into the vaginal slit, pushing it up into the entrance to her vagina. "All over there. Rub it all over," Althea whispered, luxuriating in the feel of Charlie's fingers and the oil. Charlie rubbed lower on her thighs, and Althea lifted her body from the bed to allow him to spread the oil on her buttocks. "Roll over," he commanded gently. She did. Charlie kneaded her buttocks with his oil-smeared fingers. He applied more oil to her bottom and some ran into the crack of her ass. His fingers followed, and Althea pushed up her bottom to gain more feeling and to let him know that she wanted him to continue. His middle finger applied oil around her puckered anus, and she thrust her buttocks at him in delight. The finger entered her and she moaned a low sound of ecstasy. "Oh, Baby!" Charlie said as he watched his finger enter her small hole up to the first, then the second, knuckle. Althea sharply expelled her breath, becoming overwhelmingly aroused by this new experience. She quickly turned over. "Put your finger back in there, and use your mouth on me," she asked, almost pleadingly. Charlie lowered his face to her cunt and experienced the slippery oil on his face as his mouth sought Althea's clitoris and his tongue licked the length of her chasm. For the first time he tasted her juices, even though they were mixed with the oil. She climaxed as his mouth was clamped onto her clitoris. Her body bucked, and he felt the contractions of her anus on his finger as her powerful orgasm swept over her. She finally lay quietly on the mattress, still feeling the strength of her orgasm. Charlie slid up beside her. She looked at him and smiled. "I never felt anything like that," she said. Again, a little lie. The orgasm the previous night from her hands had been equally as powerful. But there was a need to make up to her lover. "I'm glad," he said. "Some time I'll find out what came over you in just a couple of days." "Maybe some day I'll tell you," she said. "But I think it's called 'understanding.'" She then began to stroke his body. "Lie on your back," she said, kissing him on the lips. "I've got some things I want to do for you." Charlie lay on his back, his head propped on a pillow. Althea began by kissing his tiny nipples, and then sliding her lips down his stomach. Her tongue began to lick his testicles, on top and underneath. She continued with his shaft, moving her moist mouth up and down. Then she began to work on the tip of his cock, first kissing, then licking, then beginning a slow movement, sliding her mouth up and down. The fingers of her right hand lightly roamed over his balls, and then began to slide in rhythm with her mouth up the shaft of his penis, which had become slippery with her saliva. Charlie looked down at his cock sliding in and out of her beautiful mouth as he face-fucked her. She released his penis from her mouth and moved up to kiss him with her wet lips. Then her body moved to straddle him, and she moved down on his cock to engulf it with her vagina. She looked down on his face, lust evident in his eyes as well as in hers. She leaned down to him and he opened his mouth. She stuck out her tongue and a moist gob of saliva left its tip to enter his mouth. "How many times can you come tonight?" she asked, with good reason. "Baby, I don't know for sure, but the way I feel right now, about a hundred. Or at least two," he said, pushing his body up to contact hers at the meeting point of cock and cunt. She wriggled her body to let him feel the entire barrel of her vagina. "Good," she said. "I've got a lot planned for you." "God, baby, you're so sexy," was his response, to which she replied, "You're not so bad yourself," as she thrust her pelvis hard toward him. They continued their moving and thrusting when Althea suddenly raised her body, allowing his penis to come out of her dripping vagina. "Where are you going?" he asked, afraid of the answer. "Right here, lover," she said. Her mouth moved down to finish what her cunt had been doing. She moved her body more closely in parallel with his, and while she sucked him with exquisite slowness and pressure his fingers entered her vagina and first one, then two, were thrust up into her. He pushed his fingers into her as far as he could, feeling the flesh of her inner body, moving his fingers over the edge of her cervix. He put three fingers into her, spreading her wide as her vagina became even more slippery. She pushed back at his fingers to feel his hand as much as possible reaching inside of her. She could tell when his orgasm was close because he stopped feeling her with his hand and began just thrusting his body upward to meet her mouth. She had to be careful because he had lost all ability to control his thrusts, and she knew that she was usually right on the edge of gagging. "Oh, god!" he whispered, and then repeated "Oh, god!" She felt the first spurt of semen enter her mouth, and she swallowed the substance for the first time. More spurts followed the first, and she was unable to swallow all his come. Some ran from her lips down the shaft of his penis, while some landed on the point where penis joined body. She looked up at him, remembering how incredibly sexy the picture had seemed, the picture of her sucking the stranger and allowing him to ejaculate into her mouth. Now she was doing the same thing, and Charlie's semen was in her mouth and she had swallowed it, accepting it as an act of love. She raised her head from his penis, but did not stop. With her tongue she licked the semen from his shaft, and then lapped up all that had flowed from her lips onto his body and her hand. Then she raised her head and looked at him. She smiled, her lips covered with his come, her face shiny with what had been smeared onto her face. Charlie pulled her upward, and kissed her lips, tasting himself on her face and inside her mouth. They kissed with mouths open, sharing liquids with each other with abandon. "I loved doing that," she said. "I loved having you do that," he responded. "I don't know what has happened to you, but I'm sure glad it did." "So am I," was her reply. And then she added, "Can you stay tonight?" "I don't have to be at work until 11 tomorrow, and I don't have any classes. Yes, I can, if you want me to stay." "I want you to stay." Her eyes sparkled, echoing the words from her lips. They cuddled together, pulling the covers over their naked bodies. Althea stirred, and said, "I don't want to let go of you, but I've got to go to the bathroom." "I've got to go, too, so don't take too long." A fiendish idea crossed her mind (what had happened to her? she thought, but she was glad she had changed.) "Come in with me," she said, arising from the bed and grasping his hand, pulling him along. He followed, not at all sure what was happening. In the bathroom Althea sat on the toilet. Then she smiled at Charlie. "Let's go together," she said. "You sit on me." Charlie looked at her, puzzled and wary. "What do you mean?" he asked, a bit confused. "We're going to pee together," she said. "I'll sit here and go, and you sit on my lap, facing me, and you can go between my legs." "If you say so," Charlie said, still unsure of this arrangement but willing to try something new after his experiences thus far this evening. He straddled her legs, moving as close to her as he could, and then he squatted and rested his body on her upper thighs. He stuck his penis down between her legs, next to her vagina. She wrapped her arms around his back while his hands were behind her head. "Now we don't have to be apart," she said, as she began to urinate into the toilet, her urine striking his penis. Charlie looked at her in wonder, and then released his stream of urine, knowing that some of it landed on her body before finding its way to the water below. "You know," he said, "if I get a hard on, I can't urinate." "Does sitting this way give you a hard on?" she asked him, grinning. "You know it does," he said, kissing her lightly on the cheek. Finished, he stood, his penis now in front of her face. She kissed it, knowing that urine was still on the tip and shaft. "That's how much I want you," she said. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head. They washed up, removing the vestiges of their lovemaking as well as their strange trip to the toilet, and fell back into bed. He held her in his arms and nuzzled her face, kissing her nose. "Remember what you said," she said to him with a serious look. "What did I say?" he asked, now worried. "You said you could come a hundred times, or at least twice." "Give me a little rest, you wonderful lover. I'm a man of my word." They slept in each other's arms. He awoke with a start. She was peering down at him, a smile on her face and her left hand on his cock, which was soft. "Hey, lover boy," she said. "Wake up. Time to keep your promise." He rolled toward her. They kissed. "I wish I could brush my teeth," he said. "I'm not worried about your teeth," she said, kissing him again. "I want this." She moved downward and began to suck his cock, feeling it rise beneath her and grow hard within her warm mouth. Charlie gently pushed her downward and moved on top of her. Althea spread her legs and allowed him entry to her vagina. "Don't get too comfortable there," she said impishly. "I've got other things in mind." "Like what?" he asked, kissing her nose. "Charlie, I want you to go in, uh, my, you know, my anus." His face revealed surprise, and he responded "Your ass? Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure," she said. "Fuck me a little longer, but don't come. I want you in my other hole." Charlie slowly pushed into her, and she responded, but only gently. Charlie, go in my anus," she asked. "Get the baby oil and put it on me and you." Charlie pulled out of her vagina and reached over and retrieved the oil from the bedside table. Althea turned over on her stomach and raised her buttocks. He began to rub the oil onto her nicely rounded globes, but soon concentrated on the puckered anus. He put oil onto his left hand and then inserted his middle finger into her. She squirmed as he probed her with first one finger, then two. The feeling was delicious, as it had been when he had put his finger into her anus earlier that night. Two fingers stretched her a bit, and he pushed into her all the way to his second knuckles. Charlie rotated his fingers gently but firmly. He then approached her buttocks with his cock. Althea suddenly dropped her rear end and rolled onto her back. She switched on the bedside light. "Come here," she said. "I want to get you slippery my way." She guided his body up to her face and she took his cock in her hand. Her mouth closed over it and she sucked on it, applying her saliva to head and shaft. She took it from her mouth and held it beneath her lips, and dribbled saliva onto the head. She then spread it up and down his shaft. "I want you to go in me like this, with me on my back. I want to see you when you go in me, and I want you to be able to look at me," she said. He looked at her in wonderment and almost unbearable lust, and then he moved down between her legs. Althea reached underneath her knees with her hands and raised them up so that both her vagina and anus were exposed to him. She remembered how she had looked in the Internet photos, and briefly imagined that she was posing for such a photo now, the unseen photographer taking her picture with her intimacies displayed for all to see. The thought excited her even more. Charlie now guided his slippery cock toward her anus, using both sight and feel to know when he was in the right place. "Be gentle," she said. "If you want to stop, I won't mind," he responded. "Don't you dare stop," was her rejoinder. "Put it in me. Slowly." He pushed the head, and her anus opened to receive his organ. She sharply inhaled, and then held her breath as the head entered her ass. "Wait a minute," she asked, and he was still, allowing her to relax and take his penis. "Okay, go slowly." He pushed, just several centimeters at a time, and he kept his eyes on her face, watching for any sign of pain that would tell him to withdraw. There was some pressure, but he kept pushing, and she pushed back. She winced a couple of times, and he stopped his inward movement until her face and her anus relaxed. "Are you in?" she asked. "All the way," he replied, pushing with his body to show that his hard cock was fully inserted into her tight ass. "Just hold it a minute," she said, and they waited while her muscles relaxed. Finally, Althea said, "God, that feels good. Incredible." "Boy, it sure does," Charlie replied. "I've never felt anything like it." "You can move now if you want to, and I want you to," she said, smiling up at her lover who was poised above her. Slowly he began to piston in and out of her rectum. For her, it felt like they were joined together by an unbreakable bond. He was filling her up, in a way that having intercourse in her vagina had never done, as tight as that orifice was. His movements were transmitted to her whole lower body, and the sensation in her vagina and her clitoris was much greater than she would have guessed. She was caught up in a sexual force beyond her imagination. The photos were of the bodies of attractive other women, but the face was always hers, and her face from other films and photos from Hollywood never conveyed the ecstatic waves that rolled through her body as he gently but firmly fucked her ass. She thought that she might have to use her fingers on her clitoris to gain release, but she was being fully stimulated by the slow, steady rhythm of Charlie's thrusts. And when his hand cupped one of her sensitive breasts, the intensity was almost overwhelming. For him, it was as if his penis was in a velvet cylinder, muscularly rippling up and down his cock, which seemed to him to have grown in size. Her anus squeezed his penis at its root, and the feeling was one of incredible power and overwhelming intensity. As he pulled outward and then pushed in, the velvet cylinder grasped his cock and squeezed it, and all of his feelings, indeed all of his senses, were focused in the few inches of his flesh that he had inside Althea's beautiful body, now flushed with lust. The baby oil, and the wonderful saliva that Althea had applied to his cock now merged with some juices secreted within her body, and he could move freely within her. He couldn't decide if he wanted to move more quickly or more slowly, but kept his thrusts slow and steady, partly because this seemed to cause Althea more satisfaction, at least judging from her face, and also partly to prolong his own ecstasy. Althea reached a climax suddenly, shouting out as she pushed upward and outward to lock him inside her body. He felt her anus tighten and loosen in quick waves as her orgasm shocked her body with its intensity. She settled down to the mattress, and her look and hands conveyed that she wanted him to remain still for a moment. Her face, contorted in the release which the French call "the little death," slowly relaxed, signaling him that he was free to move within her again. As he thrust his penis into her tight hole, his body gathered itself for his own climax, and in a force that caught him by surprise his body was wracked with an unbelievable feeling as he shot his semen deep within her. He remained rigid, suspended above her, while his penis spent his fluids, filling her most intimate and secret place. Then he, too, was spent, and he collapsed upon her body, his cock still rigid within her, but slowly beginning to slip out from her anus. "Golly," was all he could say. "Golly.golly, that was something else.that was wonderful." "It was for me, too," she said. "Thank you for doing that for me." "Thank you for letting me do it," he responded, lying comfortably on her body, his penis now flaccid and outside of her. "I hope it didn't hurt you too much." "I liked it," she said, "once I got used to the feeling. I was surprised that I could come that way." They held each other for a long time. Charlie drifted off to sleep in her arms. Althea lay awake for a while, her mind unable to relax. She was amazed at the power and beauty of the sex they had just shared. But she also wondered.who could have sent her that E-mail message about her photos? Who knew of her brief other life? Who took the time to doctor those photos so well? Who chose her to appear on that web site with the famous and near-famous beauties? Someone who knew computers well.and she wondered whether or not she knew this person. And her mind also wondered.how it might feel to be with that beautiful young woman in the photo who had Althea's nipple tightly clamped between her lips and was stretching it outward in glorious pain. Part 3 The computer images remained in her memory in spite of the joy and relief she had felt with Charlie. They had had sex again, just before Althea had to get up to get to work. Their sex had been straight, with Charlie on top at first, but ended with her sitting upon him and moving to give herself the orgasm, riding his cock to release. She had come first, and then as he watched her contorted face, he had shot into her moist tunnel. They had embraced briefly, but Althea knew that the work day had intruded, so she arose, quickly showered again, and then headed for work, balancing coffee and a bagel along with a bag of work that had come home with her but was going back to the office untouched. Charlie arose when Althea was ready to leave, made himself some breakfast, showered, and headed home to get dressed for his day. Althea had another creative and positive day. The intern, Sylvia, had contributed some good ideas, and the ad campaign was beginning to take final form, ahead of schedule. In the day's activities, Althea and Sylvia had enjoyed their interactions, and Althea was impressed by the young woman's poise and creative ideas, and also by the lithe, sensuous body that was evident beneath the white blouse, blue skirt, and jacket that covered her slim form. The day, Friday, had moved swiftly, and quitting time had come before Althea realized that all had spent a full and good day. Sylvia was preparing to leave, and Althea was the only one remaining. "I really appreciated your contributions today, Sylvia," Althea told her. "Thanks, Ms. Robinson," Sylvia responded. "Please call me Althea," was the reply. "You've earned a role on this team, and I think of you as part of the bunch, so use my first name." "Thanks, I appreciate that," Sylvia said. In her rush to get some paper work into her carry-home bag, Althea managed to drop some of the papers onto the floor at her feet. Before she could set down the bag and bend over to get the papers, Sylvia was down on the floor, picking up the dropped items. As she sought the scattered papers, Sylvia's arm came into contact with Althea's leg. For Althea, it was as if an electric shock had gone through her, but a shock that, instead of causing her to jump away, had made her lean a bit to continue the sudden touch from the young intern. "Oh, I'm sorry," Sylvia said, pulling away from Althea's leg. "Don't apologize," said Althea, as she stooped down to assist in gathering up the papers. She looked into Sylvia's eyes as they reached for the last of the sheets. They both arose, somewhat red faced. Althea found that she was breathing hard, and not from physical exertion. Sylvia's eyes had been bright and lively, like those in some of the photos, and the image of the face in the photo, tugging on Althea's nipple, came into view. Althea felt moisture between her legs. "Would you have time for a drink before heading home? You know, a TGIF drink?" Althea asked. "We worked hard today. I'm buying." "Thanks," said Sylvia. "I don't have anything special on for tonight." Actually, Charlie was away for the weekend, attending a conference in Minneapolis, and Althea felt a bit relieved, as she had feared that Sylvia would say something about seeing her boyfriend on a Friday evening. In the pace of the office, Althea hadn't gotten to know anything of Sylvia's personal life, but assumed that this willowy young woman had a boyfriend. She may have, thought Althea, but not tonight. The papers finally were put into the bag, the lights shut off in their part of the complex, and Althea and Sylvia left the building. "Any preference?" Althea asked. "I don't know much about this town at all," Sylvia said. "Most of my life revolves around work and the office. I want to do a good job for the agency. I'm enjoying the work and think it's what I want to do." "We usually go down her to Tom's Pub, but let's get a bit further away from the office, Althea said. "Mind walking a couple of blocks?" "I need the exercise," Sylvia replied. "Which way?" They crossed the street and headed north, chatting about the project. The evening light was fading rapidly as they entered a small bistro. Althea had come here before with a former boyfriend. The place had been okay even if the companion had not. They found a small table away from the center. The place had some customers but wasn't crowded. "On me, now," Althea reminded Sylvia. Althea ordered gin and tonic and Sylvia requested a "light" bourbon and ginger ale. They sipped their drinks and made small talk of office matters. Althea asked about Sylvia's activities in Chicago, and Sylvia mentioned that she hadn't had time for much in the way of social activities. She had broken up with a boyfriend during her senior year and wasn't in much of a hurry to reestablish any serious relationship, or much of any relationship for that matter. The alcohol was helping to wash away the stress of their day. Sitting side-by-side at the table Althea felt her right leg move slowly over to touch the left leg of her companion. She was prepared to move it back quickly if Sylvia had reacted, but Althea's touch resulted only in a firmer response from Sylvia. Their legs remained in contact as they finished their drinks. "Thanks for the drink," Sylvia said. "It hit the spot." Althea's mind raced, filled with both hope and fear. She had never sensed any interest in sex with another female, but the photo had reached into and touched something deep within her. She had refrained from any social ties at her job, and knew that her work could be impaired by any emotional relationships. But Sylvia had reached into Sylvia, and was probing that same spot as the photo. "What are you going to do for dinner?" Althea asked, with a bit of trembling in her voice. "I've got some good spaghetti at home that needs to be eaten, and there's plenty for both of us." Sylvia paused. Althea felt her leg push a bit harder into her own--perhaps it was just imagination. "Okay, if you don't mind. I don't want to intrude." "You're not intruding, believe me," responded Althea. "I enjoy working with you." Althea paid the tab and they walked out of the door. She hailed a cab, and they sat in the back seat, caught up in the darkness as the few blocks of Chicago flew by their windows. Althea remembered the cab ride with Charlie, and wondered what would happen if their hands would happen to touch, but drew back from any attempt. The cab disgorged them at her condo, and Althea opened the door and they both entered. "Kick off your shoes and get comfortable," Althea said to her guest. "I'll get the spaghetti out and zap it." She heated up some French bread, quickly put together a salad, and poured some Chianti, all the while talking small talk. They sat down across from each other at the small kitchen table and ate the steaming spaghetti. Althea's mind raced. She thought of what she "knew" and it conflicted with what she "felt." She knew of the relationships that allowed an advertising team to work, and of the problems that could occur if pleasure entwined itself with business. She also knew what would happen if any overtures toward Sylvia would be rejected, and how that might interfere with the work before them. But she also felt that she had to find out if the feelings, engendered by the photo, were real, and how deep they resided in her, and how strong they would be if reality caught up with fantasy. "Can I tell you something? Something that happened to me the other day? Something I haven't told anyone about?" said Althea, leaning toward Sylvia in a way that transmitted intimate friendship between two women, something Althea had felt only a few times in her life. "What was it?" responded Sylvia. "I won't tell a soul. It must have been important." "Promise you won't tell anyone?" "No one." Althea began to recount the story of the E-mail message, and of the strange web site. She left out the details of her reactions to the pictures, telling the story sans emotional strings. Sylvia seemed horrified that photos like that could appear on the computer. She asked questions about the photos, and Althea told her of her brief and abortive Hollywood career, and how the pictures seem to stem from that experience. "Can I see the photos?" asked Sylvia. "Would you rather I didn't see them?" "I guess I'll let you see them," rejoined Althea, but they're a little embarrassing." Althea got up from the table and led Sylvia into the corner of her large bedroom where her computer resided. She switched the computer on and they both watched in silence as the screen came to life. Althea sat before the screen after pulling up another chair for Sylvia, and opened the file, which she had labeled "Insurance Plans" in which she had stored the images. When she clicked on the first one, it took awhile for the program in which the photos could open to come to life. But soon the first image filled the monitor's screen, and Sylvia let out an audible gasp as she saw the photo of Althea's face and the unknown body, spread before the camera and hiding no secrets from the viewer. The second, third, and following photos were opened in turn. Althea said nothing, and felt somewhat embarrassed by the display on the computer screen. Sylvia said nothing at all. "Do you want to see the rest?" asked Althea. "Yes," said Sylvia, and she pulled closer to the screen to better see the pictures on display. The anal and oral shots caused Sylvia to stiffen visibly, as, perhaps for the first time, she was exposed to the voyeuristic aspect of human sex. When Althea reached the photo in which she was on her knees before her cute female lover, she lingered, allowing the image to sink into Sylvia. Althea felt her draw a bit closer to both her and to the screen as she looked at Althea's face reacting to the hand on her genitals and her nipple being pulled outward in pleasure and pain. "Wow!" Sylvia said, speaking for the first time. "What a picture!" "Do you like that one?" Althea asked. "Yes," Sylvia replied. "That's really sexy. Really sexy," she said, repeating herself for honest emphasis. The final photo in the sequence came onto the screen. Althea turned to Sylvia. "Those are the photos. What do you think?" "Wow. Those are something else." Sylvia paused. "I've never seen anything like that before. I'm not sure what effect they're having on me. I can only guess at the effect they had on you when you first saw them. Any idea who sent you the E-mail?" "I don't," said Althea. "I wish I did." Althea moved her hand to her mouse and started to close the program. Sylvia put her hand onto Althea's, and said, "Let me see them again, will you?" "If you want to, sure. Here. You take the mouse." Sylvia began to go through the photos a second time, and paused at each one for a longer period than when Althea had taken her through the portfolio. When she came to the photo of the two women, Sylvia kept the photo on the screen, looking carefully at the scene before her. "Wow. That's sexy stuff," she said. "Do you think that's sexy, Althea?" Althea paused before responding. "It's the photo that probably sticks in my mind, more than the others. All the photos shook me up a bit. No, more than a bit. But that one reached something I didn't know I had. I'm not sure why." Althea looked at Sylvia, who was looking at the photo. Sylvia turned and their eyes met before the computer screen. Althea continued, "I've had sex with men, but never before with a woman, and never really thought about it. Until I saw this photo. Maybe I should just look at it as someone's perverted fun and let it go at that." "But you can't let it go at that, can you?" the younger woman said. There was an awkward pause. Then Sylvia broke the silence: "I had sex with a woman. Once. It was my roommate in college, last year." "Did you like it? Althea asked, not sure if she wanted to hear either of the possible responses. "Yes. I did. So did she. But we never tried it again. She's married now." Althea's hand moved to the computer mouse and over the hand of Sylvia, unmoving on the computer control. Althea wrapped her fingers around Sylvia's hand, and felt it tremble. She wasn't sure which hand was doing the trembling, as she felt her whole body shake at the touch. They looked at each other. "I don't want to put you into any awkward spot," Althea said. "You're the intern and I'm the boss. If you would rather leave right now I'll understand and there'll be nothing more said or done," she said as she slightly rubbed the fingers that seemed to grip the mouse more tightly. "You're the boss and I'm the intern. You're right. But we're just two scared young women who aren't sure what they want. But right now I think I want you, if you want me," Sylvia said in a low voice. Her lower lip stuck out a bit from beneath her upper lip. It was moist and it trembled. Althea leaned forward and lightly kissed the trembling lip. Sylvia leaned forward, and then was pulled even more forward by Althea's right arm as it went around her back. The two women met in an embrace that moved quickly to an open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues touched and each entered the mouth of the other. Althea slowly arose, pulling Sylvia with her, and their bodies pressed into each other before the computer screen. "Let's go where we can be more comfortable," she said, again kissing Sylvia before taking her hand and leading her toward the bed. The light from the computer screen, now showing a screen saver, provided illumination for the room. The two women kissed again, mashing their mouths together in lust. "I'm not sure what two women do when they make love," Althea whispered. "But I want to try and I'm willing to be led anywhere you want to go." "I'm not very experienced either," Sylvia responded. "But I think we can find some things to do. Somewhere in this process we want to do what's on your computer screen." "Oh, God, Sylvia. I'd like that. I'd really like that," Althea murmured into the ear of her lover. Althea began to unbutton Sylvia's blouse, and removed it from her slim shoulders. She left the younger girl's bra remain to cover her breasts as she removed her skirt, half slip, and then slowly rolled her stockings from her delicate legs. She stood before Sylvia, now clad only in panties and bra, drinking in her beauty. As she reached behind Sylvia to remove her bra, Sylvia pulled back, smiling. "Now it's my turn to undress you," she said, reaching for Althea's buttons. Blouse, skirt, slip, stockings -- all came off. Now they were both alike, staring at each other like persons from another world. Althea dropped onto the bed and pulled Sylvia down to her. She pulled the younger girl into her lap as she sat on the bed's edge. Holding her in her arms she kissed her again. "You can leave anytime you wish," she said. "But I hope you don't leave for a while." "You can't drive me away," Sylvia said, pulling Althea down to her, and meeting wet lips with her own. Althea reached behind Sylvia's back and unsnapped her bra. Her small, very pointed breasts now were bare. Her nipples were pink and the areolas were raised from the surrounding white flesh. Althea bent her head to the task of sucking first one nipple, and then the other, to hardness. Sylvia's hands found Althea's front clasp, and opened her bra. Althea's slightly larger breasts were now open to Sylvia's gaze, touch, and taste. Althea gasped as Sylvia's mouth closed around her left nipple. "God, they're so sensitive. Suck them...please suck them... Just like the photo." "Then we have to get naked, really naked," Sylvia said. She stood, and pulled down her white panties, exposing the light hair of her vaginal area, now moist with her arousal. Althea looked at her, now completely exposed. "Take my panties off, please," she asked. Sylvia hooked her fingers into both sides and pulled the panties from her body and let them drop onto the floor. "You are shaved. You look beautiful. I wish I were shaved," she said, admiring the bare sex of her lover. "We can remedy that," Althea responded. "But later. I can't wait that long." "Neither can I. Get on the bed, and let me make love to you like your photo." They both knelt on the bed, their arms around each other locked in a kiss. Sylvia's hand slid down Althea's chest and stomach, and began to stroke the smooth skin above her vaginal slit. Her finger moved downward and rubbed her clitoris. "Oh, God!" Althea exclaimed. "Suck my nipple. Now!" Sylvia's lips caught the hard nipple. "Pull it. Pull it, please pull it!" Althea could barely speak. Sylvia slowly and sensuously pulled on Althea's nipple, steadying her body with her left hand and rubbing Althea's clitoris with her right. She pulled the nipple as far from Althea's body as she dared, but Althea said, "More, dammit. Pull it more. Tighter, oh, please!" Sylvia stretched the nipple out from Althea's body until Althea exclaimed, "Oh, God, hold it there," and grasped Sylvia's head with both of her hands. The two women didn't move. They were seemingly locked together, held by their touching hands and the beautiful pain of the sensuous stretch of nipple from body by lips locked tight. "Suck it. Suck it," whispered Althea. "Rub my cunt, please." Suddenly Althea stiffened and her body shook with a tremendous orgasm. Sylvia felt Althea's moisture flow onto her hand, and then Althea collapsed, pulling Sylvia down onto the bed. "My gosh!" Althea exclaimed, after lying still for almost a minute. "That was really something else. I never knew an orgasm could be so strong. It must be the lover, but I'm sorry I came so soon," and she raised herself and kissed Sylvia. "Don't worry. You must have needed that, badly. I'll bet there are more inside of you, Sylvia said as she drew Althea's head to hers and met her lips with her own. The two women remained locked in a kiss, and Althea sensed that Sylvia's body was moving in ways that, better than words, spoke of the younger woman's need for release. "Now it's my turn to please you," Althea said. "I never knew what women did when they made love to each other, but I think we've found some ways. Turn over on your stomach." Sylvia looked into Althea's face and then turned onto her belly. Althea began to run her fingers over Sylvia's neck and back, lightly bringing the tips of her fingers over the smooth skin. She ran her fingers onto Sylvia's buttocks and part way into the valley between the beautiful rounded globes. The fingers reached the area between her thighs and lightly touched Sylvia's vaginal lips before moving down her legs to her ankles. Sylvia's body moved in ecstasy and anticipation. Althea followed her fingers with her lips, kissing the same pathways that her fingers had followed, from neck to ankles. When she reached Sylvia's buttocks, Althea parted them to allow her tongue and lips to just brush the pink puckered anus before moving to do the same to the moist lips below. Sylvia's movements grew and she began to rise off of the bed to contact Althea's wet mouth. "Now turn over," Althea said. Sylvia lay on the bed, writhing in small but obvious movements, impatient for Althea's next loving actions. Althea kissed her on the lips, but quickly moved to kiss her right ear lobe and suck it into her mouth. Then she arose, and her fingers began their sensuous journey down Sylvia's throat and chest. Althea avoided touching Sylvia's breasts, but swept her light touch on either side of the small pink-tipped mounds. Her hands moved down Sylvia's flat tummy and lightly combed her light brown pubic hair before bestowing their touch on her now moist vaginal lips. Althea then caressed each leg in turn, and slowly circled each toe with her thumb and forefinger, as if the toes were miniature clitorises, extended in arousal. As Althea ministered to her toes, Sylvia continued her movements. "Oh, you're a tease. A wonderful tease," she murmured. "Do you want me to stop?" Althea asked, playfully. "If you do I'll kill you. Don't you dare stop!" As before, moist lips and pointed tongue followed the path of the fingers. And as she had done with her fingers, Althea avoided Sylvia's breasts. Her tongue searched Sylvia's navel, then her mouth slowly caught and gently pulled Sylvia's pubic hairs, before the tongue traced the vaginal lips, now puffy with lust. Althea kissed her way down Sylvia's attractive legs and again sucked each toe into her mouth. "Oh, god. Don't forget my breasts," Sylvia said. "I can't stand your teasing any more. Suck me!" "Yes, lover," said Althea as she moved to a position in which her face was just above Althea's right nipple. Althea extended her tongue, moist with saliva, and just touched the nipple's hardened tip. It was as if her tongue had contained electricity--a shock hit Sylvia and she moaned, "Oh, god, yes!" Again Althea extended her tongue, and this time left a dab of saliva on the nipple, and then drew a strand of the slippery juice out from Sylvia's hard nipple, until the strand snapped. Althea immediately plunged her mouth over the pink nipple and areole, sucking both into her mouth with an intensity that contrasted sharply with the gentle teasing of before. She sucked hard, and Sylvia's body bucked upward as she sharply caught her breath. Meanwhile, Sylvia's left hand began to probe Sylvia's vagina, spreading the lips, rubbing the hard clitoris, and entering her wet cavern with her middle finger. "Oh, yes. Push!" Sylvia responded to this new touch. Althea held onto Sylvia's nipple and pink areole with her lips while she pushed upward into Sylvia's body with her finger. Sylvia's body rose up to meet the friendly intruder, and Sylvia struggled to gain more feeling from Althea's finger. Althea briefly slid her finger outward and then inserted two fingers into the vagina. "Oh, yes. Push! Push more!" Sylvia said in a breathless voice that clearly revealed her arousal and her reaction to the second finger. Althea again pulled out slightly from the sexy, wet enclosure and brought her middle three fingers together and reinserted them, pushing hard. Sylvia's body again rose to meet her fingers, and she gasped in ecstasy. And then Althea put her little finger with the other three and firmly pushed up into Sylvia's writhing body. "Oh, god, yes! Don't stop. Ever!" Sylvia spoke in a whisper. With her fingers Althea could feel the walls of Sylvia's vaginal cylinder, and could feel the increased flow of moisture that came as Sylvia grew more and more aroused. Althea wondered if she could...and then again pulled her hand out slightly, and brought her thumb in toward her slippery fingers, and gently but firmly pushed her whole hand upward into Sylvia's inner cavern. Sylvia stopped moving, and inhaled sharply. Althea's hand met resistance as the wide part of her hand struggled to clear the vaginal muscles that ringed the entrance. And then her hand moved further, and she was completely in Sylvia's vagina with her whole hand. Sylvia exhaled, and cried out, "Oh my god!" Then she whispered, "Just hold still for a minute, okay?" Althea held her hand still, and moved her mouth away from Sylvia's now reddened nipple. Then Sylvia said, "Now push. Push!" With her left hand Althea could completely feel the walls of Sylvia's vagina. Her fingers felt the slippery sides, and she could reach clear to the end, and touch the rear flesh. Her fingers felt the round circle of Sylvia's cervix, and she stroked the small bulge gently, feeling the hole in the center. Althea, too, was aroused by her entrance into Sylvia's body, and leaned her head to her lover's ear and whispered, "You don't know how sexy this is, beautiful." Sylvia responded, again in a whisper: "You should feel what this is like. Stroke me right THERE." She indicated the spot that felt so good to her, and Althea's fingers circled her cervix and gently caressed the entrance to her womb. Sylvia now said, louder, "Now, lover, fuck me with your hand. Dammit! Really fuck me...!" Althea increased her movements with her hands, probing, pushing, moving the hand around to gain the sensation from all parts of Sylvia's sensitive vagina, and to provide sensation to all the surfaces of her inner body. "Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes." Sylvia almost shouted in a loud whisper. Althea knew that Sylvia's climax was almost there, and then she felt the muscles of her vagina expand and contract around her wrist and hand, and Sylvia pushed up hard, driving Althea's hand far into her body. Althea felt the contractions slow, and then sensed that her hand was now very wet with Sylvia's secretions. Sylvia collapsed back onto the bed, and Althea held her left hand very still while she stroked her lover's forehead with her right hand. "My god. I never believed that anything could be like that," Sylvia finally said in a low voice. Althea kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you liked it. I hope I didn't hurt you." A smile crossed Sylvia's face: "It was good hurt, if you know what I mean. The best kind of hurt. You're the best kind of lover." Althea began to gently withdraw her hand from her lover's body. The slippery liquid made the movement fairly easy, and Althea held her hand up, looking at the thick coating of Sylvia's secretions. Then Althea moved her left hand to her mouth, and her tongue licked the liquid, to taste the inside of Sylvia. Then Althea put her little finger into her mouth, and slowly sucked the liquid from her finger, while Sylvia watched with surprised interest. "How do I taste?" she asked. "Good." "Let me see." Sylvia reached up and took Althea's arm and moved her hand to her mouth, where she licked, and then sucked clean Althea's ring finger. They alternated the remaining fingers, finishing up with both women licking Althea's palm and the back of her hand, and then kissing a sloppy kiss by which they shared the taste and substance of Sylvia's orgasm. "I don't know why I did that," Althea said. "But it was so incredibly sexy." "I liked it. A lot. I want to put my juice on your body and then lick it off," Sylvia said. "Lie down on your back." Althea lay down, and Sylvia knelt beside her, and then straddled her body. "Cup your breast for me," she said. Althea's hands surrounded her right breast, pushing the flesh into a narrower and taller shape. Sylvia moved her slippery vagina directly over the breast and slowly lowered herself onto it, taking as much of the soft, sensitive flesh as possible into her vaginal entrance. She ground her body into Althea's chest, and then raised herself above Althea. "Now the other breast," Sylvia said, and the procedure was repeated, while Althea began to squirm, becoming more aroused by her young lover's actions. "Now it's my turn to suck," Sylvia said. And she began to rub her face all over Althea's slippery breasts and then to lick and suck the slippery pink nipples, which arose before her from Althea's writhing body. "Rub my clit," Althea moaned, and Sylvia's left hand went to Althea's shaved groin and began to rub the nub, which appeared, at the top of her now-open vaginal lips. Sylvia's hand began to enter Althea's vagina, to begin for her what Althea had done for Sylvia. But Althea was too aroused, and she grabbed the hand of Sylvia and moved it quickly back to her clitoris, saying "Later. I'm going to come. Now." And her body arched into Sylvia's hand and mouth as Althea came through the touch of her intern, and now her lover. Althea shivered, and held Sylvia's hand still on her body, too sensitive for more touching. They lay together in each other's arms. They kissed lightly, still tasting their bodies in their mouths. "I wondered what women did to make love," Althea said. "I guess we found out, some of the ways, anyway. I liked what we did. I find you sooo sexy." "So do I, lover," replied Sylvia. "So do I. Does this make us lesbians?" "I don't think so," Althea said with a smile. "I could still enjoy Charlie," but then she added, "but not right now. I'm very satisfied." Sylvia raised her head and propped it up with her hand, and gazed into Althea's face. "Were you like this before you saw those pictures?" "Not at all," Althea said, thoughtfully. "I was pretty straight and really didn't like sex much. But something happened when I saw myself in those photos. I don't know what happened, but maybe they brought out a side of me that I wouldn't let out before. So I guess I'm glad that I saw the photos, and maybe even thankful for the person who sent me the E-mail. But I'd like to know who it was." The two women cuddled for a long time, still tasting the fluids of the other in their mouths and feeling the afterglow of their lovemaking. Then Althea found Sylvia's wet hand and brought it to her lips and kissed and licked her juices until the hand was clean. Althea spoke quietly, "I'm afraid to ask, because you might say no, but you're more than welcome to stay here tonight." Sylvia responded with a smile. "I was hoping you'd ask," she said, "because I'd like to, very much. But I don't have any things with me." Althea said, "Oh, I'll just bet that we can find a new toothbrush, and maybe even a nightgown-that is, if you want to wear one. You don't need much else, do you?" "Right now, only you," was the response. They cuddled some more, and then slowly began to drop toward sleep. Quick trips to the bathroom were followed by "I don't think I need a nightgown." "Good. I won't wear one, either." They went to sleep in Althea's king size bed, touching each other gently with their hands. Sylvia awoke with a start. For a second, she didn't know where she was, but then the smell of coffee reached her senses and she remembered that she was in Althea's condo, and that the two women had spent the evening together, exploring the new world of sexual experiences with another female. She looked around her. A robe had been laid on the bed, evidently by Althea. She put on the white terry-cloth garment, went into the bathroom to urinate and brush her teeth, and then walked into the kitchen. Althea stood by the counter, dressed in a blue robe of the same material as Sylvia's. "Well, good morning, beautiful," Althea said. "You must have been tired out." Sylvia walked over to her, a bit hesitantly. She looked into Althea's warm eyes, trying to read the feelings of the other woman. "Good morning, Althea. How long have you been up?" "About an hour. I took a bath and made some coffee. I figured that the coffee would finally get to you." Althea leaned toward Sylvia, watching for any signs that the younger woman was having troubles with their sexual activity of the previous night. She saw only brightness in Sylvia's eyes, and she planted a light kiss on her lips. Sylvia responded, and opened her mouth to allow her tongue to lightly protrude from her mouth and touch Althea's lips. "I sure slept soundly," Sylvia said. "You tired me out last night." "I'm glad you had a good night's sleep. Uh, how do you feel about last night?" Althea asked with some hesitation. "I feel like I learned some things, about myself and about sex. I feel good. How about you?" "I'm still trying to make sense of my feelings," Althea responded, "but I really enjoyed last night.and I guess I'd do it all over again." Her arms reached out to Sylvia, and she held the intern close to her body. She could feel her curves through the cloth of the two robes, and the fact that they both were naked beneath the robes excited her. They kissed again, and Althea said, "What would you like for breakfast?" They settled on eggs, toast, and coffee, and made small talk as they ate, discussing the job but without any serious considerations given to work, the ad campaign, or the others on the team. Sylvia rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She turned from her task. "I'd like to take a bath now, if it's okay." "Sure," Althea said. "Let me know if you need anything." "You said something last night. I may ask you to keep your promise." Althea thought. "Now what did I promise?" "Something about shaving," Sylvia said. "Remember?" "Yeah. I'll keep my promise if you want me to." "I do." Both women walked from the kitchen into the bedroom. They quickly slid their robes from their bodies. Althea turned to walk toward the bathroom to get Sylvia a bath towel, but Sylvia reached out and touched Althea's smooth, hairless groin. "I want to look like you," she said. "If I look half as beautiful and sexy as you, I'll be happy." "Honey, you're more beautiful than me right now," Althea said, resting her fingers on Sylvia's left breast. "Let me get you a towel. I'm looking forward to this." TO BE CONTINUED. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 13