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Dana's life will change for good. (FF, cons, rom, herm, oral, squirt) *** PART 3: The Morning After Dana had a wonderful dream. She floated to her hometown on a soft cloud of purple flowers. Her mother welcomed her home, brimming with pride. When she arrived on her old familiar streets the entire town was there to greet her like an avenging hero. They had a parade for her, she was treated like royalty and her beauty was roundly praised. There were humble apologies from everyone. At the end of the parade a banquet was held in her honor. It was hosted by a beautiful, auburn-haired young woman of great renown and distinction. Dana could not see her face but she knew who the young woman was. ---- She did not know what time it was, an increase in the drone of traffic and a trace of light glowing around the edge of the curtain told Dana it was early morning. She felt two soft, fleshy pillows lightly dragging over her skin and then a pair of lips kissing her arm, her shoulder and her neck. She smiled and opened her eyes to see a tussled halo of hair and two puffy eyes beaming down upon her. "Good morning," said Violett, kissing her tenderly. "Good morning," answered Dana when their lips parted. "Who's been sleeping in my bed?" A thrill like a summer breeze blew through her as the fond memory of who shared her bed refreshed itself in her mind. She rolled onto her back and stretched. She felt so invigorated and happy. "Do you like sex in the morning," asked last night's angel? "I don't know," replied Dana bemusedly. "I suppose it's never too late to learn." It would have been impossible to say no to those lips. Those lips were kissing her neck and shoulder again, working their way toward Dana's tender breasts. She smiled to herself, this woman had a way of really making her feel wanted, and that was so nice to wake up to. She felt the tuft of Violett's pubic area against her thigh. Violett was rubbing herself against her, priming herself for the approaching act. Dana could feel the moistness of her lover's anticipation smearing on her leg. She swept her fingers through her own labia and found a matching ambition. Her erection was stirring awake too, anxious for another taste of sweet Violett. The rest of Dana's body was not quite as alert. She cradled her bedmate in her arms and passively let herself be made love to. Violett found her nipple and attached herself to it. Meanwhile, she had straddled Dana's thigh and was grinding herself with blind determination. Dana lifted her knee to give her lover a better objective. She heard soft, steady moans from her partner, rising in pitch to meet that pinnacle of delight. Violett tensed and squealed through her body's commotion. Dana stroked her and kissed her head after it had passed its course. Violett recovered and continued. Their lovemaking continued for over a half an hour, Violett exercised herself from one peak to the next while alternating attention on Dana's nipples; Dana enjoying her own rub in a slow push against Violett's hip. Dana was so contented to let her body be used for her lover's pleasure. She could have gladly spent the entire morning watching her pet enjoy herself so shamelessly and affectionately. After a particularly intense climax had wrought her, Violett rose up from Dana's body. She lay across Dana, to the side and lowered her head to Dana' lap. Dana felt kisses about her navel, hips and thighs. She smiled as she felt an assault mounted teasingly toward her sex. Violett kissed her way to Dana's vulva and then parted the lips with her tongue, delving through the puffy lips she went the length and then worked back and forth to tantalize the sensitive folds with her raspy lick. When she had driven Dana to deep sighs, she finally turned her attention to the now achingly stiff erection which rose from the top of the narrow slit in a gentle arc toward Dana's belly. She drug her tongue over it in the same fashion, pushing Dana's anticipation to the extreme before her lips passed over the tip and engulfed the member into her mouth's silky embrace. Dana moaned loudly. She was quickly brought to the precipice of ultimate pleasure just like she was brought the night before. Violett's mouth was working a mastery on her precious little organ she found hard to believe. That mouth was sliding up and down as the tongue swirled and flittered all about its length and tip. Soft lips gripped the long, tender clitoris and her gentle suction drew the supple flesh snugly against her licking caress. Just as quick as that, Dana felt her climax approaching. Violett's thumb entered her and pressed upon the roof of her vagina, Dana plunged over the edge. She grunted, thrust up her hips, and her urethra spat out her ejaculation against Violett's pressed palm. Her body, still weak from her night's sleep, twitched and shook. Violett sucked hard on her until her crisis had fully passed and then released her and began kissing her length. That was Dana's first early morning tryst and as the soothing afterglow spread through her she pondered making it a regular habit in her life. Violett rose and smiled wickedly. She positioned herself on her knees straddling Dana's hips. Dana knew what they were about to engage in and placed her hands on Violett's waist. Violett lifted Dana's still-erect flesh and positioned it at her sex's open gate. She lowered herself on Dana, sank down to sit in Dana's pelvis, and then gyrated to fully set their congress. Dana spread her knees to afford unobstructed access. They took each other by the hands and laced their fingers. For a long time they just smiled at each other. Violett began to move, astounding Dana with a motion that would make a belly dancer proud. She moved only her hips and alternated between a rocking and a circular action. The way she moved was causing Dana's penis to be swirled around in soft, silky-smooth depths almost as stimulating as her mouth. Violett's eyes closed and she threw back her head. She arched her back and pressed her pubic bone against Dana's, her dance intensified and she moaned her pleasure. Dana lifted her head to watch their patches grind against each other. She admired the contrast between her red curls and her lover's dark comb. She noticed Violett's breasts hanging in front of her, swaying enticingly. She wrapped her arms around Violett's back and pulled herself into the soft flesh. She found a nipple with her mouth, sucking and tickling it with her tongue like had been done to hers. The effect on Violett was immediate. Her groans became louder, her breathing quickened and her hips twisted and ground with a fierce urgency. She was rising to some pinnacle higher than anything she had displayed the night before. Suddenly, Dana felt every muscle in Violett's body tense and harden under her soft skin. "Oh, puss!" she exclaimed out loud and just froze, "Ohhh!" Her voice fell off into a kind of wailing lament. She remained straining above Dana for almost a minute before grunting and then collapsing atop her like a wet towel. Dana caught her and followed her down. Dana wondered if her partner was alright. She reached for Violett's hand lying by her face and clasped it. She was relieved when the hand responded, laced her fingers and held tight. Dana soothed and stroked her beautiful friend and contemplated the simple symbolism of two lover's clasped hands. The minutes passed as the two reflected on their union. Dana needed to pee. She carefully rolled Violett onto her back. She brushed the hair from Violett's face and then kissed her on each of her eyelids. Violett smiled and said hoarsely, "' couple more like that and I'll be in a coma." Dana kissed her again and said, "You rest, I gotta go tinkle." "Don't lose your way back," she replied. Dana pulled the covers over her lover and slid out of bed. In the bathroom she squat down on the toilet and assessed herself. Her penis hung out before her vulva, swollen and distended from her extended rut, her labia were still puffed out from the remnants of her arousal. With one hand she lifted the dangling clitoris out of the way and spread apart the stretched and bloated flaps to pee. There was a bit of a sting that she always had when she urinated not long after an ejaculation. It passed and she enjoyed her relief. She reached over to the sink and turned on the hot water then tossed a washrag into the basin. Arising from her squat, she faced the mirror and looked at herself. It was her familiar fresh morning face with no trace of shame or remorse, just a glint of seasoned wisdom gained from her newfound awareness. She took the rag from the sink, wrung it, and tended to her adventured sex. She wiped away the dried remains of herself and Violett's ardor. In the soothing warmth she found a new pride in her maligned genitals. They had rewarded her richly and in stark contrast to her past affairs, they had been welcomed and cherished by a doting lover. Yes, she liked the woman she saw in the mirror. Returning to bed she found Violett curled up sound asleep. Dana spooned with her and held her tight. She mused what a nice girlfriend the witty and charming young miss would make. She dozed off and on a bit and played with the happy thoughts in her mind. Invariably, her mind tended toward the sensual and the sensuous creature she held. Her scent, the softness of her skin, her capacity for pleasure all drew Dana's arousal. She opened her eyes to find Violett asleep on her stomach. She brought up her thigh and wrapped her leg over the sleeping woman's upturned posterior. She felt her erection swell, yearning for appeasement and when Dana pressed it to the yielding plush of Violett's rump she fed that yearning. She wanted Violett, again. She rolled atop her partner and began to stroke Violett's arms and shoulders, trying to stir her lover's passion. Her lips followed her caresses and made their way to Violett's neck and cheek. Violett stretched and giggled. "There she is," she whispered into Violett's ear. "Let's play." "Nnmmh?" cooed Violett with a broad smile. "You want some of this? Hmmn? You wanna bump some fur?" Dana responded to Violett's taunts with her kisses. Her lover's teasing remarks were tugging urgently on her desire. "Time for some Angel food." "Yeah?... You want some fuck, don't you? ... Gimme some tail," She lifted her butt, into Dana's needful flesh. "It's yours, puss." Dana welcomed the offering, pushing and bumping her hungry clitoris against the ample, soft cushion. She wrapped her arms around Violett's arms and craned her neck over Violett's shoulder. Violett lifted her head to meet the kiss. The two held their twisted embrace and turned that kiss into a moment of passion that rivaled all of their encounters. Dana spread her knees around Violett's thighs to better enjoy her grind. As they kissed that grind turned into a steady hump. Violett arched her back and lifted her butt higher, letting her lover use her. Their lips met and broke, met and broke, smacking the sweet sound of consumed lover's ardor. As Dana humped and fucked against Violett her own secretions lubricated their contact and she soon found her engorged clitoris sliding in silky-smooth ecstasy. The billowing cushion embraced her flesh while at the same time provided an ideal mount. The soft skin between her thighs completed the sensation and Dana fell into such bliss she never wanted to end. "Oh, baby that's good. That's... so... good," Dana groaned between kisses. "It's us, honey... We're good together," breathed Violett. "Take me, puss... Make me yours... Use me... Love me." Violett was the picture of passivity, holding her rump high in the air for her lover's enjoyment and seeking nothing in return but her lover's mounting delight. Dana felt passion like she had never known simmering inside her. She burned her kisses into Violett's neck and shoulder, swimming in the tide of pliant flesh, sliding and bumping in ecstasy. With it came a yearning, almost akin to love. Could she? Could she fall in love with this woman? The offer was made, she gave herself to Dana. She said she wanted Dana to take her, captivate her, conquer her, and bind her devotion. Dana was deeply moved by the notion and she never wanted anything so much in her life. She pumped her tender organ into the soft flesh beneath her. Violett's creamy smooth skin pressed into the hollow of Dana's hips and cushioned the embrace of Dana's thighs. Dana spread her knees wide and humped into the luxurious softness and never wanted it to end. The two worked together, pushing back and forth, teasing copulatory urges that were beyond either woman's familiarity. They sought no reward or singular goal, just the extension of their enraptured mood and their tongue-sucking kisses traded over Violett's shoulder. Violett reached back with her hand to stroke and pull encouragingly at Dana's hip. It went on for almost an hour as the two women skirted the edge of abandonment. Violett took the plunge over the edge. "Inside me," she exerted and pushed her rump higher, arching her back, rising up on her knees, exposing her crotch to Dana's pressing need. Dana slid lower as Violett then reached between her legs and her fingers found Dana's erection. She pulled it toward her waiting cleft and parted her legs to receive it. Violett was hungry for the intimacy of their union and for her reward, Dana would feed her. Dana curled her hips around Violett's butt and thrust toward the wet, clasping prize. Guided by Violett's fingers she found herself again immersed in that warm, clinging embrace. Dana reached around her lover's waist for leverage, pressed herself in deep and held it. The feeling of Violett's cushy posterior pressed firmly against her girding hips gave an added sense of envelopment and Dana indulged herself in it. She wanted to prolong that steady, rolling grind they had so enjoyed just before uniting and so she made her thrusting the same kind of slow, even push with an added twist of her hips which made her penis stir around in Violett's womanhood. She held herself up by her arms over Violett and enjoyed the view over her supine partner. She admired the way her lover so freely offered herself and Dana seasoned her mind for thoroughly satisfactory sex. "Are you mine, honey?" Violett's voice sank sultry and low. "I'm yours, lovey. It's all for you. Say you're mine." She felt soft flesh against her tummy, her pubis, her hips and between her thighs. Swerving, curling, twisting, and grinding against the voluptuous cushion of Violett's ample and welcoming back-side, Dana pressed her erection into the moist snugness and it responded by clutching on her tender member. She wanted it to never end. "Give me, puss. Give it to your baby." Violett's voice now a low, raspy croak. "Love me. Love me. Nmmmmmmmmmmm." Dana thrust in deep and slow. She felt a twitching movement through her entrenched penis and realized her partner was fiercely frigging herself to a matching gratification. Both women were groaning and moaning in their separate ecstasies. Dana was quickly discovering a mastery of her pleasure such that through concise control of her movements she could tease herself to the verge of orgasm and then prolong that sensation indefinitely. She was losing all track of time and determined, through Violett's demeanor, she was lost in the same state of mind. Long into their consuming rapture, Dana felt trembling fingers creep across the underside of her delving penis and pleasure compounded itself to yet higher extremes. While trying to cope with this, Violett's finger hooked its way into Dana's vagina and began stirring it. She deftly found that wonderful spot on the roof of Dana's vagina and pressed it delicately in a circular motion. The effect on Dana was rapid and powerful. The orgasm she thought she would control leapt upon her before she could prepare. A spastic torrent seized her and she bucked hard into her partner evoking a moan and then her thick, milky expulsion dribbled into Violett's hand and her own tight, red curls. "Oh... sweet baby," she whispered as she lowered her head onto Violett's shoulder. Her cheek nestled in the soft, fragrant curls of Violett's mane and she repeatedly bore her sucking kisses onto her lover's shoulder. Her pause was brief and she resumed her steady thrust and twist. The climax wracked her but so intense was her level of arousal it made little impact on her focus. Dana dug her hand beneath her lover's hip, delving for her key to ecstasy and found it at the top of Violett's cleft. Not really knowing the limits of another woman's clitoris she approached it carefully. Starting at its base, she pressed a finger on either side of the narrow ridge of flesh and worked it round in a circle, opposite the twist of her hips, and then moved her way toward the end. She knew she had succeeded when moans rose from Violett in increasing volume. An orgasm had taken Violett, her shudder confirmed it. Dana continued, playing the young temptress' pleasure as she cooed her way to another shaking crescendo. She soon had Violett lapsed into the same daze of climactic rapture she had fallen into the preceding night. She found Dana's other hand, resting by her head, and Violett pulled Dana's thumb into mouth and began sucking it and twirling her tongue around it like she had treated Dana's clitoris. Underneath the two, the ejaculate spilled by Dana had been smeared and spread by both of their hands until a slick coating covered both of their pubic areas. Violett's moans came out long and regular, her responsiveness drew away but she kept her massaging finger gently stirring Dana's vagina, her rump held high and her crotch exposed to Dana's rolling lunges. Dana assumed the same detachment, resting all but her thrusting hips and cleverly digging fingers. She focused on her own pleasure and enjoyed Violett's freely offered sexuality. She let her finger probe back, down over Violett's slit to her vagina. She felt her penis sliding over it and into Violett. She marveled at the sensation and then followed her plunging member into the slick, snug hole. She delighted in tickling her own clit as it fucked into her friend. Yes, she loved that word now. Dana soon felt another of her own orgasms approaching and rather than negotiate it into a fitting opportunity, she let it come at its own pace. Dana's hips spastically slammed tight against her lover and as electric joy surged through her every nerve she gushed another dose of her emissions over both women's busy hands. Undaunted by the release, Dana sought what lie beyond it and continued her exertion against beautiful Violett's backside. She returned her fingers to her lover's clitoris and then slowly abandoned her consciousness. She eventually became lost in the steady drip-feed of pleasure. She lapsed into the same state as Violett and began the same long, droning moans of absent delight. On it went. Their struggle became weaker and weaker until either barely moved at all but they held their connection, Dana's penis lodged firmly in Violett's pussy and each of them lost deep in the recesses of her own bliss. The two absorbed lovers continued through the morning, pushing and straining against each other, writhing in their love dance, oblivious to the world. Violett quaked through many small eruptions. Dana's next orgasm hit her like a convulsion, her ejaculate completely spent, came out a weak trickle. Following her final orgasm, Dana seemed to be lost in the throes of her lust and just shivered and convulsed on Violett's back. Alarmed, Violett rolled her off, knelt beside her and scooped her up in her arms. "Dana? Honey? Sweetie, come out of it." Dana bolted upright, "What! Wh-what!." "Shhh shh. It's OK. You're alright." Violet held on to her and peppered her with kisses to calm her down. Slowly regaining her awareness, Dana rested her head on the softness of Violett's breast and let her fright be soothed away. The storm had passed. She was a helpless lump of raw emotions. Her exertions had left her in a daze that was too comfortable to disturb. Dana wanted to reach out from her silence but she was overwhelmed by a flurry of strange feelings about herself, her needs, and her perennial values. It was a delirium of new and conflicting thoughts that swirled in her mind, clamoring for attention. She stayed them off and let her mind drift in the sweet, languid absence. She took note of each feeling and set them aside for later contemplation. In this instant she just wanted to relax in the soft comforting embrace. It felt familiar to her. It felt like the safety of her mother's soothing hug. Another new feeling popped into her awareness – shame. What would her mother say about all this? She pushed that away for later, with the other feelings. The only feeling she felt like dealing with was gratitude. She felt she really should be thanking Violett for all she had given her. Yes, she must do that but to linger in this narcotic disconnection for just a while longer... She wrapped her arms around Violett's waist and held her firmly. She listened to the gentle thumping of her lover's heart and tried to formulate in words the appreciation she needed to express. Her ravenous erection slowly wilted in want of Violett's body. Her nipples softened from their alert yearning. The couple's relationship silently transformed as they each adjusted to new roles, the people they were outside this room. Violett seemed to understand Dana's reticence. It was not the time to push sensuality but rather to draw back to each other's comfort zones. To make ready for the reemergence to the non-sexual world. To, perhaps, resurrect their relationship beyond the bed, as two friends with a secret bond. The moment was priceless to both of them and they would have clung to it indefinitely but the phone burst in upon their peace with an angry ring. Dana slowly rose and crawled over to answer it. "Hello," she said, weakly. "Yes. This is the front desk," came a nasally female voice. "It is now 11 o'clock. Check out time is noon. Would you like to check out or will you be staying with us another night?" "No. I'll be checking out at noon," answered Dana. She felt awkwardly exposed, talking to this woman from the love-nest of another. "Alright then," the oblivious woman replied. "Shall I put this charge on your card?" "Yes, that will be fine." "We hope you enjoyed your stay. Please come again." Dana just hung up the phone. Her exciting adventure was over. She felt like a kid at the end of a carnival ride. And, embarrassingly, she had yet to absolve herself with Violett. She knelt by the nightstand, in the same fuzzy-headed silence. "Come on, honey," said Violett, sliding off the bed and standing in front of Dana. "There's time to get cleaned up. Let me help you." She reached around her shoulders and helped Dana to her feet. It was not the lust filled embrace they shared the night before but a helpful one as Dana leaned against her friend to be guided to the bathroom. Violett turned on the water for the shower and tested it. She took a towel from the rack, bent over and wrapped it around her hair and tied it into a quick knot. She stood up and looked into Dana's eyes. Her smile was warm and understanding. Dana returned her smile and opened her mouth to speak. 'Tell her! Tell her she is the most wonderful being you have ever known! Tell her you cannot thank her enough and you will never forget her!' Dana's mind screamed for her to say. Nothing came out, she just smiled and stroked Violett's cheek. Violett took hold of her elbow and assisted her to step into the tub, showing her more nurturing comfort, than any lover ever had. The warm water was a treat in itself and Dana retreated further into herself. She felt no ill will toward Violett, on the contrary, she felt warmth and companionship but she was becoming afraid her silence was giving the opposite impression. They quietly shared their shower, took turns under the spray and washed away their passion's residue. Dana looked imploringly into Violett's eyes trying to convey what she could not say. Violett patted her on the cheek, smiled and nodded her head. She seemed to comprehend Dana's contemplative mood, like she had seen it before or had maybe felt it herself at some time. After their shower they dried off and then set about getting dressed. Dana had travelling clothes already laid out and her bags were packed. She placed her clothes from last night in the shopping bag and then got herself dressed. Violett's chore was less complex. She stuffed her stockings, garter belt and slip in her bag and then began dressing from the pile on the floor. Dana watched her and slowly began to grasp what hitherto insurmountable barriers this modest heroine had knocked down for her. She wondered what Violett would go home to, what champion would rise for her causes. She became very sad for her and felt like crying. That is when the dam burst and Dana finally spoke her gratitude. She gathered Violett in her arms and gave her a warm hug. "Oh, Violett. I-I..." she sobbed. "Can I ever thank you enough? Last night meant so much to me. You were so wonderful. Thank you, thank you, thank you." Violett returned the embrace and they held each other like two long parted friends. "I'm so glad," whispered Violett. "You're a wonderful young lady. And if you can't find a guy to figure that out, you can always count on me." Dana pulled back to gauge her admission. Violett looked at her imploringly. "Here," she said. She used the pen from the dresser and quickly jotted something down on the note pad before tearing off the sheet and handing it to Dana. "Call me," said Violett. "Any time. Even if you just want to talk." Dana read the note. It was her name - her whole name - with a phone number and an address. It was a very unseemly gesture, especially for a professional. Dana took it to mean genuine concern about her as a person, not just about sex. Violett handed her a tissue and kissed her cheek. "I mean it," she said, almost as if reading Dana's mind. "You're a cherished part of me now. I'll always be here for you." She lifted Dana's chin and looked her directly in her eyes. "We had better say our goodbyes here," whispered Violett. "Outside is another world." Dana finished drying her eyes and then threw her arms around Violett and hugged her tight. Their embrace was long and silent, temple to temple; they gathered the last semblance of each other's essence to commit to memory. A clattering noise from parking lot jolted them from their observance. They kissed again – not the lust crazed frenzy, but a sincere and respectful exchange of farewells. They separated and picked up their things. It was time to go. Dana was first out of the room with her bags and made directly for the trunk of her car. Violett closed the door and followed. After Dana had opened the trunk and placed her bags inside she turned to her friend to speak again of her special gratitude. "I..." she began but Violett turned her head and glanced to alert Dana of the cleaning woman pulling her cart up the walk. Dana bit her lip in frustration. Violett gave her a smile and a wink then just slowly backed toward her car. That would have to do for a goodbye. Dana closed her trunk and got into her car hoping she would not break down again. She backed out of her spot and catching Violett's face as she looked over her shoulder she brushed away a tear and waved solemnly to her Angel of Lost Girls. As she drove down the lot and to the street Dana glanced back in her rear view mirror. Violett still stood there where she left her, in a wide, relaxed stance, watching Dana drive away. Mascara smeared eyes. Her hair hung in a tussled muss about her head and shoulders. Her blouse spilled out loosely around her waist and her skirt was a cascade of wrinkles. Used and bedraggled as she was, she was still the most beautiful woman Dana had ever seen. A gap opened in traffic and Dana pulled out onto the street. A short block later she was on the freeway. She felt confident, validated, revitalized. Maybe Violett had meant everything she said. Maybe it wasn't all just part of the show. Maybe Dana possessed the charms to capture the wanton woman's heart. She knew she would come back someday soon to test her flesh against the pretty call-girl again. She didn't know where it would lead, but it was such a delightful notion to hold on to. All she knew for certain was that she would arrive home a surer, wiser woman than when she left. For now, that was priceless to her. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 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. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 75