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My sister, Sandra, is 35 years old, and 3 years older than me. I have known for quite some time that my sister is bisexual, but she has just recently informed my parents that she is living with a woman, and it’s more than a platonic relationship.

I was introduced to my sister’s girlfriend over the holidays, and was pleasantly surprised. Kelly is 25, blonde hair, with long legs. She stands about 5′ 8″, has a very pretty face, but smallish, almost non-existent breasts. Sandra, has dark hair, is about 5′ 3″, but has large 36D breasts.

When I was going through puberty I would sneak peaks at my sister when she was in the shower or getting dressed, and would beat off thinking about those big boobs, with the large pink areolas.

After college, I moved about 60 miles away from home for work, but my sister still lives in our hometown, and now shares a house with Kelly. Acouple months ago I had business in our hometown and rather than stay in a motel my sister invited me to stay overnight at her house. I arrived around 7:30 and was greeted at the door by Kelly. When she opened the door, she was wearing a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, without any bra, as I could see her nipples protruding through the thin fabric. Before I knew it, she stepped forward and gave me a big hug. I was somewhat startled as I had only met her once before, but this was a pleasant surprise. I was able to pull away before my growing member became too obvious. Kelly told me that my sister was at the store, and would be back soon. She showed me antalya escort bayan to the guest room, and asked if I’d like something to drink. I said it would be great if she could get me a beer while I changed clothes.

When I finished changing, I walked to the living room, and found Kelly and my sister kissing each other passionately.

I cleared my throat, and they turned and broke their kiss, both of them looking a little embarrassed. Sandra handed me my beer, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, as that was our normal greeting. Kelly and Sandra were drinking white wine and I was drinking my beer as we sat around the kitchen table just chatting. Sandra complained that she had strained her back at work that day, so Kelly suggested that she go for a soak in the hot tub. I got up to get another beer, while my sister went to her room to change into her swimsuit. Kelly had gone out back to make sure the water temperature was okay, and I poured her and my sister another glass of wine.

My sister came back into the kitchen area wearing a thong bikini, and I was taken aback by how good she looked. Maybe it was the two beers without dinner that was affecting my judgment, but for the first time in a long time I was looking at my sister as a woman, and not just my sister. Her large breasts were spilling out of her top, and her recent infatuating with running had done wonders for her ass. It was round, and high and tight. The thong left nothing for the imagination.

Sandra antalya merkez escort went out to the hot tub and Kelly went with her. Kelly was standing outside the tub while Sandra was relaxing in the warm, bubbling water while I popped open another beer in the kitchen. I was thinking to myself that if I played my cards right, maybe I’d get a chance to spy on them while they were playing later that night. Those cards would have been a pair, but little did I know that I had just drawn a full house!

After a few minutes Kelly came back inside and said that my sister felt that they were abandoning me and said that Kelly and I should join her in the hot tub. I told Kelly that I hadn’t brought a swim suit with me, so I would take a pass.

She was pouring another couple glasses of wine and said that I could just wear my underwear, and she would do the same. I was still a little reluctant, so Kelly stepped out of her sweats and stood before me in her tank top and a pair of thong underwear. “Come one and join us” she said, and she stepped out of the kitchen and into the backyard, carrying the two glasses of wine. “Don’t be a party-pooper” my sister called from the hot tub, “it’s not big deal, it’s just like a swimsuit” she said.

“What the hell” I thought, so I took off my shirt and pants and walked out into the backyard in just my boxer-briefs.

Staring at Kelly in her underwear had given me a “semi”, so there was something of a bulge antalya rus escort in my package as I approached the hot tub. Sandra and Kelly began whistling and cat-calling me, as they noticed what was preceding me across the yard.

I hurriedly hopped into the tub to avoid any further embarrassment.

Kelly and Sandra were cuddled up next to each other as I took a seat across from them. Kelly teased Sandra saying “your brother seems to be packing something bigger than that new strap-on we just bought”. My face must have been turning three shades of red with embarrassment, but I was a little flattered at the same time. Kelly asked if it were true that guys always got turned on by watching two women kiss? I told her that not “always”, but usually, especially if the women were good looking. She then asked, what about two women who looked like her and my sister. I told her I believed that most guys would definitely be turned on by that. Before I could say anything else, Kelly turned to my sister and began tongue kissing her and fondling her breasts. Through her water-soaked t-shirt I could see Kelly’s nipples hardening and sticking straight out through the material.

As quickly as they started kissing, Kelly broke the kiss and asked if that had turned me on. I was embarrassed to admit that my cock had grown almost to its full length, so I tried to explain that it was different if one of the women was your sister. Kelly could see I was fudging with the truth, so she glided over to me and grabbed my cock under the water.

“If your cock is this big without being turned on, I can’t wait to see it at it’s full size” she said as she gave me another quick squeeze before sliding back over next to Sandra.

Her hand fell below the water line, and I could tell she had placed it between Sandra’s legs as my sister’s hips were rocking back and forth, causing small waves in the hot tub.

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Recap: Freya imagined Shia on her knees her mouth on her clit taking place of the shower head. Freya moaned as she looked down imagining Shia looking up at her seductively. She spread her lips more as she knew she was close her legs twitching.

The warm water constantly stimulating her clit she closed her eyes as her orgasm washed over her. She gasped as her body shook she leaned against the cold tile. Her eyes shut as she bit her lip enjoying the aftermath.

Her hair up in the towel Freya walked into her bedroom she immediately went to her closet. She needed to figure out what she was wearing for lunch tomorrow!

***

Freya woke to her alarm. She smiled remembering today she goes to lunch with Shia. She got up she made her way to the kitchen to start her coffee.

Her robe open as she pulled the fridge door for the creamer, feeling the cold air her nipples stiffened. She smiled. Her excitement growing with each minute that passed.

Getting ready in the bathroom she sipped her coffee. She fixed her hair, her makeup already done. She didn’t want to make it look like she was trying to make too much of an effort.

She slid her lace panties up her legs imagining that Shia would be taking these off later. She decided to go with a pushup bra.

***

Getting to work she stood in the elevator, she was on her phone already checking emails. Someone else got on with her. “Press four please.” Freya said not looking up.

“What time would you like to go today?”

Freya in the middle of reading wasn’t paying attention. “Hm? Go where?”

“To lunch? Unless you don’t want to?” Shia asked hesitantly. Almost regretting giving that option.

Freya finally looked up. “Oh! Hi! Sorry, was reading an email. Lunch yes we are still going.” She said with a smile, locking her phone and putting it in her purse.

“Its okay, what time?”

“Um whenever, 12:30 work?”

“Yeah.”

The doors opened. “See you at 12:30.” Shia said with a smile as she stepped off. Freya smiled back to her.

Freya sat at her desk not getting much work done. She worked as much as she could muster looking at the clock whenever she got a chance.

Freya got up to make copies. She stood making copies. The machine had ran out of paper. She opened up a stack and with one false move all the papers came loose and fell to the ground. She got down on her knees and began picking them up.

Shia came in behind her. “Oh no what did you do?!” She asked laughing.

“Just my usual reorganizing.”

Shia checkout out Freya’s ample cheeks in her fit jeans before getting down and helping her.

“Thank you.” Freya said quietly.

Shia looked up at her. “No problem.” She said. She stole a peek down Freya’s shirt before returning to the papers. Freya smiled to herself.

They both stood, looking each other in the eye. They both felt the tension set in. “Were you needing to use this?” Freya asked quietly.

Shia seemed relieved of the tension once she heard Feya speak. “Yeah I was.”

“Oh then go ahead before me, you helped me pick all of the papers up.”

“No it’s okay, please go first.” Shia declined.

“Are you sure?”

“Please I insist.”

Freya smiled and started to shuffle her papers. Shia found a table to sit on. Freya kept working.

“So when did you join the firm?” Shia asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Uh about 2 years ago.” Freya said turning slightly to face Shia as she spoke.

“Wow and you’re already up for a promotion? That’s amazing!”

“Thank you.” “How about you?”

“Been with multiple firms, but I have been in the business for a little less than 3.”

“That’s not bad. Why were you at multiple firms?”

“They offered me the promotion before but I declined it due to a want to travel which they offered me to be a manger and go to firms to make sure everything was running efficiently.”

“That’s really good!”

“Thank you.”

Dana suddenly swished past Freya. She removed her papers as she huffed. Her back to the questioning pair.

She rushed past Freya to the hole puncher. She punched holes in her papers. She paced back to the other table. Each with a huff.

Dana repeated this multiple times, she went for something out of reach due to Freya. Dana huffed again.Freya stood there looking at her.

Dana stared at Freya. Dana finally clicked her tongue irritated and rushed away.

“Say excuse me and use your words.” Freya said.

“Don’t talk to me freak.” Dana snapped.

Freya laughed as she continued copying.

“I heard you talking to yourself before I came in too.” Dana sneared.

“I was talking to her.” Shia announced.

Dana turned and looked at Shia she smile to her.

“Oh I didn’t realize you were here.” She said excitedly. Dana sashayed up to Shia.

“I have papers for you! Sorry I didn’t bring them. I’ll just visit you later. See ya.” She said as she grabbed her things and left out.

Shia just looked at Freya annoyed. “Yay a visit!” Freya joked.

Shia smiled. “How do you get her to stop?” antalya escort

“Transfer or just fuck her and get it over with.”

Shia laughed. She waited. “Are you being serious?”

“Yup.”

“Worst options ever.”

Freya turned around as the copier kept running. She leaned against it.

“You seem like a take charge person so just give her a good fuck expect nothing good in return and then this will all be over and will treat you like you dont exist.”

“Why does she seem to not like you?”

“She thinks Im strange.” Freya shrugged.

“Take charge person” “Are you asking if I’m a top?”

Freya giggled. “I mean I wasn’t thinking of it in that way, but I do feel you are mostly a dominant person. Correct me if I’m wrong.”

Freya tossed up her hands as she turned around to the copier.

“I have been dominate in my past relationships. Except sometimes I want to be submissive.” Shia smiled.

Freya nodded. Shia spoke again. “What about you?”

“Im both and I’ll change depending on the person.”

“Which do you prefer?” Shia asked.

“I like to be in charge mostly.”

Shia smirked staring at her figure.

“You?” Freya asked quietly.

“I do present myself as a more dominant person but I prefer being more submissive in the bedroom.”

Freya stopped. Her clit hummed as the thought of them together traced her mind. She took a calming breath.

Shia spoke again easing up on Freya. “So why does Dana think you’re weird?”

“Because I’m a more dominant person and she and I just didn’t get along enough for it to every really be good.”

“Well things probably ended for the better. But still there is no reason to treat anyone bad over stuff like that.”

“Yeah.” Freya stacked all her copies she picked them up and turned around to Shia. “Well I’m done so you can go ahead. Thanks for letting me go before you.”

Shia had walked to her. “Of course.” She said smiling at Freya.

Freya began walking, almost out the door Shia noticed her folders. “Wait, your folders!” Shia called.

Turning around to get them Freya walks back to her still holding the paper stacks to her chest. “Thank you.” Freya smiled. She pulled the stack away leaving very little space to put the folders.

Freya’s smile turned into a soft smirk as she looked up at Shia. Who pushed the folders down between the others and rubbing against Freya’s shirt. She felt a rush of pleasure to her nipples and her body. Her mind imagined the most desiring fantasy of the moment.

Shia made sure to push it in crooked so she would have to adjust it. She watched as freya smirked at her as she realized Shia’s trick.

Freya leaned in. “I’ll see you soon.” She smirked.

She walked out knowing Shia was watching her.

***

Both back at their desks working. Freya saw Dana walking swiftly. She watched as she traveled to Shia’s desk.

Once Shia knew it was Dana she rolled her eyes as she moved her chair out. “So I brought you those papers.”

“Okay thank you.” Shia said reaching for them.

Dana spoke again. “Well I helped you out and did some of your part, hope that was okay.”

“I can handle my workload, thank you.”

“I didn’t mean it like that sorry.” “Why don’t we go out for lunch today.”

“I have plans already.” Shia said.

“By yourself?”

“No I have a lunch date. Thank you for bringing the papers by.” Shia said as she pulled her chair back in getting back to work.

Freya smirked at Dana’s frustration.

They both worked diligently as the time dwindled down. Both wanting to be done a fair amount.

Freya went to the restroom to freshen up. On her way out she grabs her belongings along with a stack of papers and a few folders.

She walks to Shia’s desk Dana crowding it again. Shia sees Freya coming and was relieved due to her help.

Freya leans her hip against the cubical. “Ready to go?” She smiles to Shia. She stands up and grabs her jacket.

“Oh where are you going?” Dana asks.

“For lunch.” Freya says with a smile.

Dana looks at Shia in disbelief.

“Freya I’m still waiting on those papers I gave you.”

“Yup I have them all done right here.” Freya said as she shoved the stack towards Dana.

They walk away from her.

In the elevator. They discussed on where to go. Finally deciding on a nearby cafe.

They put on their jackets as Freya told Shia the cafe menu.

***

They sit down, both eyeing what the other got.

“So you’re a vegetarian too?” Freya asked.

Shia smiled. “Yes, I have been for about 3 years.”

“That’s amazing, I’m going on 4 but every other Monday I do vegan meals.”

“Vegan? Alright, impressive. I’ve always wanted to be vegan.” Shia adds.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t know where to start and I don’t know how to put things together so that they will actually taste good.”

Freya reached in her purse. “Put your number in, I’ll send you some recipes.” She said putting her phone down on the muratpaşa escort table.

“That would be fantastic.” Shia said as she picked it up. Putting her number in she went to save it as she scrolled past an open tab. Freya had been online shopping looking at lingerie. Shia’s mind started to run.

She thought of Freya in some of them. She smiled and put the phone back down before returning to her food.

“So what do you usually make?” Shia asked.

“Well being Greek I had to find creative ways to make all the traditional dishes without meat and such. But I can make amazing breads, I love pasta, I made these tacos the other night, amazing.”

“For send me pasta meals.” Shia said with a laugh.

A high pitched voice came from behind them. “Freya! Is that you?” A woman called.

Freya began coughing on her food. She took a drink before standing to see who it was.

The woman hugged her. “How are you?!”

“Im fine, how’s the baby?”

“Oh you know growing and growing hes so big now. Im sure you see on facebook. So I also see that your status is still single? How long has it been 4 years now?”

“One and a half thank you. We must get back to work it was nice seeing you.” Freya said as she smoothed out her shirt.

The woman hugged her again and smiled to them both. Freya sat back down. She looked at Shia. “Older sister’s friend from high school.”

“Hm.” Shia eyed her. “What are we working on?”

Freya furrowed her eyebrows. “Work?” She said as she started putting her folders up on the table.

“Oh that’s why you brought them.” Shia said.

“Yeah I didn’t know if we were just going for lunch or working through it.” Freya said looking at Shia questionably.

“I asked you out to lunch.” Shia said quietly.

Freya smiled. “Like a date then?”

“Yes?”

Freya smiled. “Good. I had hoped that it was.”

“Why is that?” Shia asked curiously.

Freya smiled. “In the spirit of getting to know each other.” She winked.

Shia laughed. It was quiet.

“A year and a half?”

“Yes.” Freya said looking Shia in the eyes waiting for her to say something.

Shia nodded approvingly. “Mine has been for about two.” She said as she took another bite.

“Well you can at least use the excuse of traveling.” Freya noted.

“Yes I can but I just didn’t want a relationship.”

“Neither do I.” Freya added.

“I think either way I’m going to stay here so I plan on starting new relationships.” She said as she brushed her leg against Freya’s.”

“Well that’s good to hear. Need to settle for a little bit.” Freya said as she took her shoe off under the table quietly.

“So what have you been holding out for?” Shia asked.

“Well I honestly just wanted sex.” Freya said eyeing Shia. “I wanted to just go out have a good ass time and go home with somone just to fuck.”

Shia smiled as she looked down at her plate.

“Completely understandably.” She said as she pressed harder with her leg. “What else do you want?” Shia nearly whispered.

Freya shifted in her seat. “Well I’m open to a new relationship.” She brought her nylon clad foot up between Shia’s legs.

Freya pushed gently. Shia smiled feeling the tingle pressed slightly against her jeans.

Freya smirked at her. “Tell me, what do you like about being submissive?” She asked as she played with her hair sitting back in her chair.

Freya pushed a little harder, she could feel that she was pressing against more than just clothes.

Shia’s eyes widened slightly. She looked around as she talked making sure there weren’t any onlookers.

“I enjoy a beautiful woman on top. I find lingerie very sexy, I just want a woman who can be femine but in control. I like to see what all she has in her.”

“Oh so you like a challenge?” Freya asked as she began rubbing her foot against Shia.

Shia snickered. “Sometimes. What do you like about being dominant?” Shia asked as she slid her hand over Freya’s foot.

This sent a shiver through her. “I love to be in control. To use people for sexual purposes while I get off on them or my own.”

Shia smirked. She began rubbing her hand up Freya’s leg. “How long are we wanting to stay out?” Shia asked looking at the time.

“Oh shit. Um we should probably go.” Freya said as she took her foot away she started to get herself ready.

***

The walk back to the building was silent. They stepped onto the empty elevator. The doors close.

“Shall we say same time tomorrow?” Shia askes looking at Freya.

“Id enjoy that.” She says smirking up at her.

The doors open, Shia lets Freya go off before her.

Freya dropped her things off at her desk and headed straight for the bathroom. Shia did the same without realizing it. Freya made it to the restroom first.

She was in the mirror checking her teeth when Shia came in. Freya looked at her in the mirror, she stepped away from the counter to face Shia.

She came closer. She pushed Freya against the counter antalya anal yapan escort as she kissed her passionately.

Freya nearly moaned. Shia gasped as they came closer rubbing against each other.

Freya pushed them into a stall. Shia up against the stall wall, Freya reached her hand down to cup Shia’s neither region. Shia kissed all over Freya’s sensitive neck.

Shia pulled Freya down on top of her as she sat on the toilet. Freya straddled her. Shia pulled Freya’s shirt up she marveled at her cleavage.

“May I?” Shia whispered.

“Please.”

Shia pulled Freya’s breasts from their restraints. She engulfed her mouth around Freya’s right nipple. Freya’s head fell back enjoying this pleasure.

Shia began gently nipping. Freya gasped as she held Shia’s head closer to her body. They heard the door open. Shia pulled Freya’s legs up so they couldn’t be seen under the stall.

They listened to the footsteps. Someone went to the sink washed their hands and left.

Shia pulled with her mouth. Freya’s mouth opened as her face scrunched up from the pain. Shia let do with a pop.

“Fuck do that again.” Freya whispered.

Shia worked on her other nipple and Freya found her way up Shia’s shirt.

She moved her sports bar up making her breasts even more defined. Freya rolled Shia’s nipples between her fingers. Shia gasped through her nose as she playfully bit and sucked on Freya’s nipples.

Now her nipples and body awake and sensitive. Shia wanted more. Freya twisted her nipples as she heard Shia whimper. She leaned back against the wall allowing Freya to take more control.

Freya took Shia’s hand and pushed it against herself as she began to grind her hips. Freya attacked Shia’s nipples with her mouth.

Shia unbuttoned Freya’s pants and felt the lace. She smiled to herself. She cupped Freya through her wet panties. She placed her thumb so Freya could grind her slit against it.

Freya worked as she pleased. She ground herself against Shia while also stimulating her new found acquaintance’s breasts.

She sat up as she put her hands on Shia’s chest to balance herself she worked herself against Shia’s thumb. She nearly moaned. She covered her mouth as her breathing became laboured.

Shia could feel her hand beginning to lose feeling do to the friction of the wet underwear fabric bunch up.

The door swung open again. Two women came in talking. Shia pulled Freya’s legs up again. Freya could feel her clit aching. She caught her breath as she hung onto Shia. She smirked at her.

Shia smirked back almost laughing.

The two women kept with their conversation talking about their lunch break and work. They eventually left.

Freya began putting herself back together. Shia sat up and adjusted herself. Freya bent back down once she was dressed. “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch again. Same time tomorrow.” She smiled as she kissed Shia.

She looked in the mirror fixing her hair on the way out and left. Shia sat there for a minute processing all of what had just happened.

She finally got up she splashed some water on her face. Dana came in as Shia dried off her face.

“Tired and stressed?” She asked as she laid a hand on Shia’s shoulder proceeding to squeeze it.

“Please don’t touch me.” Shia said as she balled up the paper towel.

“Sorry. Would you like to join me and some of the others for a drink after work?”

“No thank you.” Shia said as she walked toward the door.

Freya watched her as she walked to her desk.

***

Later that night Freya had showered and of course gotten off while thinking of the days events.

She was scrolling through her recipes to see what to make for breakfast the next day. She smiled and sent one to Shia.

She then began preparing a breakfast smoothie chopping the fruit and vegetables. Her phone chimed, she smiled.

“Thanks! I know what I’m having for breakfast now. :)”

The message read.

Freya read it and went back to her breakfast. She had finished all that needed to be done. She put the fruit chunks in a bag and threw them in the freezer.

She set the blender out and took a jar full of water. She made her way to her bed. She sat on it taking a sip of the water and turning the tv on.

Her phone chimed again. “1 message from Shia.”

Freya opened it.

“Do you have any preferred dinner options?”

Freya sent more over. “You’re just now eating dinner?” She asked.

“Yes I go to the gym, then walk my dog after work, usually.”

“What kind of dog do you have?!” Freya typed back almost immediately.

Freya sat staring at her phone as the little bubble said she was typing. A photo appeared.

A german shepherd with one floppy ear sat on Shia’s bed with her head turned to one side looking at the camera.

“She’s so cute!!” Freya typed back.

“Thank you. Shes one.”

Freya sat staring at the photo she noticed something in the background she smiled.

“You have a mirror above your headboard?” Freya asked.

“I do.” Was all that Shia sent back.

Freya thought for a moment. Her riding Shia as she get off all while watching herself in the mirror.

“For what purpose?” Freya asked?

“I have this one too.”

An image appeared. Shia laid in her bed with boxers and a sports bra on. Her foot tucked under her straight knee. The photo was of the mirror on her ceiling.

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Once again, there are no minors in this story. Everyone is 18 and above. Also, just like before, washingtonstatecowboy helped edit this piece. I hope you like it and thanks for reading!

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As Sikowitz stared at his class, he felt a sense of disappointment. He had just recently written a play but now his class didn’t want to participate. Realizing it was almost summer, he said “Now I know school’s almost out but that’s no excuse to be saying no to everything…in fact, I propose a challenge: for the rest of the day, until midnight, I want you guys to say yes to everything.”

Andre popped his head up and said “everything? Couldn’t that end really badly?”

“I don’t mean making out with someone and nothing dangerous. But say yes to everything else. Broaden your horizons a little.”

Dread registered on the students’ faces as the instructions sunk in. Knowing this school, anything could happen. Sikowitz laughed at their expressions. “Since you’re all so excited about this, class is dismissed.”

The class groaned, grabbed their stuff, and exited the room. Tori was just getting to her locker when Cat ran up to her. “Hey Tori, why so down?”

” Didn’t you hear Sikowitz’s assignment? This is going to suck…”

“But it gives us the perfect opportunity to visit my brother at his “special help”…you were going to come with me last time but you had to wash your dog…and you don’t have a dog…”

Immediate guilt plagued Tori as those words left Cat’s mouth. Cat’s wanted her to go on this road trip for a long time now and it hasn’t happened. It’s not that Tori didn’t like Cat, she did. It was the insane brother she was worried about. But the look on Cat’s face and the recent assignment had Tori saying “Alright fine, I’ll go with you. But I won’t talk to your brother.”

The last comment fell on deaf ears as Cat squealed and hugged Tori. “Oh thank you Tori! My brother doesn’t like it when I don’t visit and I need a driver.”

“You’re welcome-wait, driver? That’s why I’m going? You have a license!…I don’t know how but you do.”

Before Cat replied she looked at the floor and played with a strand of her bright red hair. “I may have sort of crashed my car…a squirrel ran in front of it…”

Tori sighed and rolled her eyes. For Cat, this was normal. “Of course…fine, I’ll drive. But you owe me.”

“Thank you! I’m going to grab my stuff from my locker and then we’ll go.”

Tori followed after Cat with a perplexed look on her Latina face. “Um, go? Do you realize we’re still in school?”

Without missing a beat, Cat said “but if we wait until 2, the mean office lady won’t let us in…it’s kind of a long drive…”

“How long?”

“About four hours…please don’t be mad at me.”

Tori sighed and looked at the clock. They still had two hours left of school but something inside her was telling her to go. Lately she had been really stressed at school and the only thing she had left today was academic stuff. Cracking a smile, Tori spoke up. “You know what? Screw school! Where we’re going may not be very fun but it’s been a while since we’ve hung out. Let’s go Cat…but how are we going to do this without mass amounts of trouble?”

“Oh my brother used to skip school all the time…he said students can sign themselves out of school once they’re 18…but what does he know.”

“Oh my God Cat, you’re actually onto something! We can just say we’re going to a rehearsal for Sikowitz’s play…the office staff never talks to him anymore after his coconut incident in the microwave…”

After a few minutes of Cat giggling, the girls signed out, climbed into Tori’s car, and headed to the hospital. If any guys looked their way they would probably need new jeans. Over on the driver side was Tori; Long, wavy, brunette hair flowing in the wind, sun kissed skin, and a killer smile. Covering her b-cup breasts was a tight, blue v neck t-shirt. Finishing off the look was curve hugging capris and sandals. In the passenger seat was Cat, a fiery red head with smooth skin and chocolate brown eyes. On her feminine body was a low cut, lace blue dress that showed off her toned legs. They were a couple of heart breakers on the move. Tori relaxed in her seat while saying “this is fun. It’s been so long since I went for a drive with the radio on and a good friend…Cat, what are you doing?”

“This escort antalya game is no fun and I can’t win.”

“Cat, that’s my GPS…if you’re bored why don’t you go over your script for next week?

” OK!” Her face lit up as she grabbed it and got into the zone. Despite her ‘moments’ as their friends called them, she was an incredible actress. This particular role was a Southern belle from Tennessee. As she did her lines, Tori couldn’t help but get pulled in. Her voice was so sensual and the way she was delivering her lines was spot on. If Tori didn’t pull it together, she’d crash. Earlier in the year, her and Jade had sex in the janitor’s closet at school and a relationship didn’t come of it but it told Tori something: she was full on gay; and now she was falling for Cat. After about an hour, Cat took a break from the script. “So how was I?”

Tori tried to play it cool but the gushing just came out. “You were amazing Cat! I completely believed you were from the South.”

Giggling, she thanked Tori. But before they could talk more their favorite song came on the radio. Cat grinned as Tori turned it up. Before long, they were singing along, showing off their beautiful voices. Other motorists got a good show seeing two eighteen year olds singing and dancing in their car. This went on for a while and before they knew it, it was three. Cat stopped singing and said “Yay, we’re almost there! But Tori…”

“Yes Cat?”

“I have to pee…”

Tori laughed at how cutely Cat said that then said “it’s OK. I could use a stop too so I’ll pull into this gas station.”

Tori parked the car and the girls took turns using the bathroom then scanned the snack isles. After loading up with junk food, they headed back to the car. About forty-five minutes later, the girls pulled up in front of a mental hospital. Tori stopped the car and looked at Cat. “Is this it?”

“Yeah…this is where my brother is. I’m going to go see him and hopefully he’s not lighting stuff on fire.”

She left the car and Tori began to do homework. Not the most fun thing in the world but she’s wasn’t about to go with Cat. But after only ten minutes she came back looking like she was about to cry. “I forgot…visitations are next month…I can’t see him.”

Tori almost snapped her pencil upon hearing that statement. “You mean we just drove four hours for nothing?”

“I’m so sorry Tori…but they chance the schedules all the time and I forgot…you probably hate me now…”

Tori sighed and let go of her anger. Yes, it was frustrating but this wasn’t Cat’s fault. She was just trying to be a good sister. Hugging Cat to her, Tori said softly. “I could never hate you Cat…I mean, I’m pretty frustrated but it was still fun. You’re my friend and I love you…but are you ok? I mean you were so excited…”

Cat sniffled and snuggled closer to the brunette. “I’m feeling really sad…I want to go swimming.”

“Swimming? Why swimming?”

“We have a pool at home so whenever I get sad I swim…and since I’m with you I’ll be able to swim with someone.”

“We could go swimming…but where? We don’t have a lot of money…”

“There’s a pool at this hospital…it’s locked but my brother gave me the code to get in…it’s surprisingly easy to break in.”

Tori stared shocked at Cat. “Wow, first skipping school and now breaking into a pool? What’s gotten into you?”

“Wait, we skipped school? And I want to swim…”

Once again Tori chuckled and found herself wanting to say yes. “But won’t we get in trouble?”

“No, the pool closes and three and no one goes in there after that…wow, my brother knows a lot about this place.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Tori started her car to move it to the back parking lot. “I may regret this but Sikowitz did tell us to say yes…and I don’t care that this is dangerous.”

After moving the car, the girls grabbed their bags and headed for the pool. Luckily, that day in gym it was swimming day so their swim suits were with them. Once Cat entered the code, they made their way to the locker room. For it being a mental hospital, the pool was really nice. But while changing, the only thing Tori could look at was Cat. Her body had curves in all the right places and when she caught a glimpse of her perky breasts, it was all Tori could do to suppress döşemealtı escort a moan. Cat however noticed the staring. After getting her bikini on, she asked Tori “why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong?”

Blushing, Tori stammered out “n-no, I was just admiring your c-cute clothes…”

“It’s OK Tori, I know you’re gay.”

At this point, Tori’s eyes were saucers. “W-what!? What makes you say that!?”

Cat sighed and sat down on one of the benches. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to know…but when Sikowitz locked you in the closet with Jade, I went by to see if you were ok and I heard moaning…at first I thought she was hurting you but then the sounds starting sounding like the porn from my brother’s computer…”

Tori groaned and sunk to the bench, blushing so hard she thought her head would explode. “Oh God, I can’t believe you know about that…I was trying so hard to keep that a secret…”

“Why keep it a secret when I don’t care if you’re gay? I mean, Jade was really lucky that day…”

“Why do you say lucky? You don’t like me…do you Cat?”

This time it was Cat’s turn to blush. She began fiddling with the string of her bikini bottoms, drawing Tori’s eyes to down there. “Maybe I do…ever since I found out about you and Jade, I was jealous and you’re so sweet and pretty…”

Tori was completely caught off guard. Never in her wildest dreams did she think Cat would be coming onto her. Not wanting to let this moment go to waste, she asked “Cat, can I kiss you?”

Cat nodded and let out a breathless yes before the kiss happened. It was slow and tentative at first until it blossomed into one of passion and desire. Tori pulled Cat closer and began rubbing her back while kissing harder. The red head moaned and ran her fingers through Tori’s silky hair. After a few minutes it was turning into a make out session as tongues swirled and probed. Letting instinct take over, Tori moved her mouth away from her partner’s lips and planted soft kisses down her neck. Cat moaned louder and squirmed a little on the bench. “Oh Tori…that feels good.”

Tori smirked against the woman’s smooth skin. “I’m glad…do you want this to continue?”

“Yes please.”

Tori took that approval and ran with it. She trailed kisses down Cat’s neck until she reached her black bikini top. After untying it, the tiny material fluttered to the floor exposing Cat’s perfect breasts. Tori’s hands were itching to touch them but something nagged at the back of her mind. Reluctantly pulling herself up, she asked “Are you OK with what we’re doing Cat? I don’t want to be taking advantage of you…”

“Yes I’m OK…I don’t really know what to do but it felt really good and you’re my friend.”

” OK…but, I have to ask…do you know what sex is?”

Cat sighed and her smile faded. “Yeah…a little while ago, I had sex with Robbie…”

Upon hearing this, Tori almost fell off the bench. “What!?”

“Yeah…after bugging me for like a month, I finally went on a date with him. You know that sushi truck by the school? Well, we went there and he gave me calamari…”

“Um, what’s up with calamari?”

“It’s my horny food…then after that we went back to his house, kissed for a few minutes, then had sex…but it hurt and wasn’t good.”

Immediately Tori became concerned for her friend. “What happened?”

“When he started, I felt something pop, felt a bunch of pain, and then he said he was done…I went home after that…”

Tori was almost crying at this point. Virginity is something special and Cat’s experience was horrible. ‘Not to self: kill Robbie tomorrow…’ she thought. Scooting over, she hugged the redhead. “Oh Cat…I am so sorry…that’s terrible…”

For a few moments, they were quiet until Cat pulled away and smiled. “Thank you Tori…maybe you can show me what sex is supposed to feel like…”

Grinning, Tori ran her hands over Cat’s smooth breasts and twisted her nipples until they were tight. The more she tweaked and pulled the more Cat moaned and pretty soon Tori could see a wet spot on her crotch. Just to really tease, Tori lowered her mouth to Cat’s nipples and slowly alternated between licking and sucking. Immediately, Cat arched her back and used her hands to keep Tori in place. She was whimpering konyaaltı escort and all her little noises were music to Tori’s ears. However, after a little while Cat spoke up. “Please Tori I can’t take any more of this…I can’t stop moving and my panties feel wet.”

Tori rubbed her hands up and down Cat’s legs. “Don’t worry, that’s normal. But I know a way to take care of that. Do you trust me?”

Cat frantically nodded and gave permission for the Latina to remove her panties. The sight of how wet she was almost knocked Tori over. She was practically leaking and the smell was intoxicating. “Alright Cat; I’m going to try something now. If you like it, just relax and let it happen. But if you don’t like it, let me know.”

” OK.”

Leaning down, Tori breathed in the scent before running her tongue over the pulsing pussy. Cat’s hips jerked and a groan came out from deep in her throat. Tori took this as a good sign so she continued, still licking slow to allow her lover to get used to it. After only a minute of licking, Cat was panting and moaning while gripping the bench under her. Tori stopped her work and gazed up. “It looks like you’re enjoying this.”

“Yes, I am…and I want more. Please don’t stop.”

Rather than reply, Tori just smiled and continued with more force than ever. Her licking became faster and she added some light nibbling into the mix. It did the trick and Cat’s hips began thrusting into Tori’s mouth and her groans increased in volume. A few more swipes and she was ready to cum. As a final touch, Tori shoved a finger into the contracting pussy and the dam broke. Cat screamed and trembled as she released all that she had. Tori rode the wave with her and when the woman finally relaxed, Tori sat up. Once the panting woman caught her breath, she asked “what was that? I’ve never had that happen to me before…”

Despite Tori’s aroused state, she was surprised at that statement. ” You’ve never had an orgasm? What about, you know, playing with yourself…”

“No…I never really knew how…but I loved that! It made me feel all tingly inside…thank you Tori.”

“You’re welcome; I’m glad I was your first…but, would you mind doing that to me? I really need it.”

“But what if I do it wrong?”

“Don’t worry about that…just follow my lead and do whatever feels natural. You can start by stripping me.”

That seemed to calm Cat down as she made quick work of Tori’s clothes. Once she was naked, Cat said “Wow…you’re so beautiful…and you have a really good body…can I touch it?”

“Of course you can touch me…I’m all yours.”

The girls switched places so Tori was lying down and Cat was sitting up to make things easier. Just like Tori, Cat started at the breasts and began massaging them. Upon hearing her lover’s moan, she kept going until she made it to the nipples. After a little play with them, they were diamond tight and Tori was squirming with want. “Ugh please…Cat I need it.”

Cat giggled and leaned down so she could see Tori’s pussy. It was glistening in the light and was pulsing from desire. To get a feel for it, Cat ran a finger over the lips and inside, hitting all the sensitive spots causing Tori to go wild. Once confident, Cat began suckling and licking the aroused pussy. She went slow, fast, and grazed her teeth against the clit. Tori’s entire body was tingling and it was impossible to sit still. “Mmmmm oh God yes!”

Cat smiled and kept up the work until Tori was right on the edge. Stopping her motions on the pussy, Cat focused her attention to the sensitive clit and began sucking on it as fast as she could. Tori moaned louder and louder until something snapped and she screamed. Her body went rigid for a moment before shaking through a powerful orgasm. When it was finally over, she relaxed against the bench gulping for air. Cat sat up and wiped the hair away from her face before asking “was I any good?”

Between breaths of air, Tori replied “You were amazing! I can’t believe…this was your first time…you were incredible and that…felt so good!”

Cat grinned. “Thank you.”

Wanting to cuddle, Tori laid their jackets on the floor then brought Cat down onto the makeshift bed before holding her. “I can’t believe this happened but I’m glad it did…I really like you Cat.”

Snuggling closer, Cat sighed happily. “And I really like you Tori…thank you for coming with me.”

For a few minutes, a comfortable silence fell over them until Tori remembered something. “Cat, you didn’t just say yes to this because of the assignment right?”

Cat got a confused look on her face. “What assignment?”

Tori chuckled, held her new girlfriend tight, and replied “never mind.”

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Friday evening: I race through the house and up the stairs.

“Hey Dad, it’s me, Maxi”, I call. No reply. That figures: Dad’s still on tour and Cindy probably went on another of her spa breaks. Suits me: no awkward questions from Dad about where I’m going and no bimbo step-mum to piss me off. Tonight’s a big night and I’m already running late.

I wriggle out of my DMs in the doorway and kick them across my bedroom floor. They help me look taller and they look kind of sexy on me too, like a mischievous pixie.

One boot collides with my guitar, I get a little pang of guilt as the discordant clang of the detuned strings reminds me I haven’t played it all summer but I haven’t got time to worry about it as I pull down my fishnets and search my cluttered desk for my hairbrush: I find the brush under a copy of Kerrang, stuck to Dave Grohl’s face with bubblegum. Fuck me, I’m going to have to do a drug-sweep so I can start getting Anoushka to clean in here again.

I drag my feet across the floor, trailing the fishnets in their wake, shuffle to the mirror and mould my jagged bangs into a boring haircut that won’t attract too much attention. This time last year, it would have been dyed jet black but that was before The Ring. I grab a couple of scrunchies to drag the back of my hair into a couple of ponytails: innocent enough antalya escort for Grayling, sexy enough for anyone interesting.

Hair sorted, well, sorted enough, I pull my Clash T-shirt over my head and throw it on the floor, “Mick Jones gave me that!” I hear Dad whinging but too bad, I’m in a rush. My leather miniskirt’s already unfastened and sliding down my legs to join Mick and the boys on the floor. I’m wearing just my black thong and matching bra.

Make-up next: can’t find the remover but there’s an inch of vodka left in the half-bottle on my desk: it’ll have to do. The cotton pad next to the sink doesn’t look too used so I grab that too. Lipstick off, eyeshadow off, foundation off. Re-apply, different shades this time: make-up that doesn’t look like you’re wearing make-up but you can still catch boys’ eyes. Girls too.

Check my look in the mirror just like Bruce Springsteen in Dancing In The Dark. The makeup looks OK though, good even. My breasts look OK too, they might actually still be growing a bit, I smile to myself.

I slip my thumbs inside the straps of my thong and slide it down my thighs. I think my thighs are alright, they’re not fat or anything. They’re a bit hench but all the girls who ride end up with hench thighs and mine are a bit slimmer since I don’t aksu escort really ride that often these days. Well, not horses anyway! I could do with trimming my pussy and I normally like to finger myself before a meeting but there isn’t time. Bra undone, drop it on the floor.

My breasts bounce a little and I allow myself to run my fingers over my nipples. They’re alright, my breasts, I wish they were a bit bigger but they’re pretty round and what dirty old men call pert, not flat like Clare’s or pointy and droopy like Sarah’s so I guess I don’t mind that they’re not that big.

White bra and white cotton panties on. Unlikely anyone’s going to see them tonight but you’ve got to get in character if you’re going to convince people. White blouse, white knee-length socks, eggshell blue ¾-size cardigan and, since I’m pretty sure Grayling’s attention will be elsewhere tonight, I risk a grey, pleated skirt that rides just above the knee: respectable enough for The Ring but I can still ‘accidentally’ flash a bit of thigh as I sit down if I spot anyone I like the look of.

Now the bit I really fucking hate: sticking my fingernail under the edge of the lens, I peel one of my contacts off. Always makes me feel sick. Now the other; like peeling off the surface of your eyes. antalya escort For a second, I’m lost in the blurry fog — always useful if you meet an ugly boy you reckon will still be a good ride — then I reach for my indie specs: they look like sensible glasses to old people but you can still do sexy geek girl if you peer over the top of them.

Push my feet into sensible, strappy little black shoes, enough of a heel to do slutty convent girl if I need to and I’m down the stairs, just enough time to get to the meeting.

I’m almost out the door before I remember my nose ring. Shit. Something like that could completely blow my cover. I mean, it’s not like it’s against the rules or anything but turning up with it out of the blue after keeping it hidden so long would attract a lot of attention I don’t need tonight. I pop the stupid thing out and shove it in my pocket.

I don’t have time to find my concealer but as luck would have it, there’s some of Cindy’s foundation on the kitchen table. Stupid bitch always leaves her stuff lying about like she belongs here. Still, it’ll do the job. Fuck me, this shit’s bright orange, what is she, an Oompa-Loompa or something?

I don’t know what Dad sees in her: I mean, he’s like, a major league rock star and she’s like, some slut off reality TV. I work a tiny bit of her stupid Oompa-Loompa juice into my nose and it just about covers the hole then I spit in the jar and stir it in with my finger. Now I’ve got a bright orange finger. Well done, Maxi, good thinking. I run out of the house as fast as the Convent Lolita shoes will let me, scrubbing my finger with a tissue. This new girl had better be worth it.

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I thought I was going to throw up. There she was, just standing there, carelessly swiping her corn silk hair out of her eyes and chatting with Margo Strand. God she was still beautiful, even more so than back then, the laugh lines creeping in next to her eyes suggested that she still loved being outdoors. Her sure stance made me think she probably still rode horses. Still 100% out of my league. My hands were clammy just looking at her. She must have sensed that I was looking because she glanced in my direction and tossed me a nonchalant smile, going quickly back to her conversation. Still so comfortable with whom she was. It had been twenty years and Nancy Harding still had that effect on me, the one that left me reeling with unfulfilled desire and a certain level of horniness. She was my crush in high school.

We sat in alphabetical order in all of our classes in our large Catholic girls’ school and I was always three seats behind and one row over from Nancy. Just the right position for me to see her profile, and her shapely, creamy-skinned left leg that she always stuck out into the aisle (she was tall and the desks were for petite girls.) Every now and then she would turn to look at her best friend Amy behind her and then I could get a full eyeful of that stunning doe-eyed face, radiant in its healthy cheerleader glow. I would fantasize about her for hours after school in the small crevice that was my bedroom. She was a world away from me. She was rich, a cheerleader, a popular girl. I was barely scraping by with my sad little paycheck, worked after school and never had time for things like sports or cheerleading. But I worked hard and had a few friends of my own. (None of whom seemed to be here at the 20th reunion, I thought, leaving me stranded.)

I decided to get myself a drink. After all, I had driven two hours and gotten a hotel room for this event and I wasn’t about to ditch even though I was surrounded by all of the people who made me a little nervous in high school. Tough shit, I thought. I kind of want to see what’s happened to some of these people anyway. So I got myself a whiskey and water, settled in near the bar, and surveyed the room. For the most part, it looked as though people fought for months to get themselves into their outfits for tonight. None of the women sported the gigantic hair of the 1980’s that was so popular in my school. Now, they all wore smart bobs or polite, genteel ponytails. They all dressed like moms. I looked down at my backless dress and the leather jacket flung over my arm. Still the different one, I thought. I gestured for another drink.

“Let me get that one for you,” I heard a silken voice in my ear. Turning, I faced her—Nancy Harding, right there, offering to buy me a drink. “Hi,” she said. “You probably don’t remember me but I’m Nancy.”

“I remember you and thanks,” antalya escort bayan I breathed, trying not to seem as flabbergasted as I was. “You cheered for Bishop Watkins School, right?” Stupid, I thought, what kind of line was that? (Bishop Watkins was our brother school, the crop from which we chose our prom dates and Friday night lays.)

“Yeah, that’s me. I remember you. You were kind of eccentric and you always had your hand up in English class.” She laughed and it sounded like little bells to me. “Do you want to go sit down?” She asked.

I was wishing I had someone to look at as if to say, “Are you SEEING this?” But, like I said, my crowd wasn’t here. So I followed her to a table. “I like your tattoos,” she said and added, “I think you’re the only one here with one.” I looked around at my classmates and had to agree. This was not a tattoo crowd and here I was, showing off mine with my revealing dress. She fingered the swan on my back. “I really like this one.” I shivered with desire. (Keep it cool, I told myself.)

We chatted some more, went over what we had been doing for 20 years. She had gone to school for business and had a prestigious job in a big firm for many years. “But,” she said, “My husband wanted me to stay home. He’s very old fashioned. So I quit and I have just been riding my horses and teaching lessons ever since.”

Husband. I didn’t like that word when it referred to Nancy’s life. I had wanted her to be free, like me. I was a writer and artist and made my own hours, came and went as I pleased. She had to ask her husband for permission if she wanted to go somewhere. “I don’t mind, really,” she said, “it’s a pretty fair trade-off for all I have…you know, nice house, horses, a good man…”

But, I thought. I know there’s a but there. You know, “a good man…but…” I waited for it but it never came. It dawned on me briefly that I was here, talking to my high school crush like we were old pals. She touched a tattoo on my arm and sighed. “Can I tell you something? Promise not to get weirded out?”

“Sure,” I said. “Shoot.”

“OK. Well,” (and here she looked around to make sure no one was listening), “I have always had a massive crush on you. I mean you always dressed however you wanted, had your hair short, and you never seemed to take shit from anyone.”

I laughed and said, “Really?” I was highly amused and somewhat aroused, having just finished my third drink. She looked sorry she said it, so I quickly followed with, “No. I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing because, well, because I had a crush on you.”

“If I can be honest, I still do,” she told me, and that feeling of nervous nausea came back. My hands were clammy again. I wiped them on my dress. “Really?” I asked her with raised eyebrows that belied antalya otele gelen escort how awesome I really thought that was.

“Where are you staying?” I asked.

“I have to go home tonight. I only live about 20 minutes from here and my husband is expecting me.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” I said, running my finger along her arm…hell I wasn’t going to miss this chance; what did I have to lose? “I’m staying around the corner at the Sheraton and thought maybe we could continue our conversation there.” She looked at her drink so I said, “I have a bottle of wine with me that I brought in case I ran into any friends.” That seemed to decide it for her. I got this sense that she was a little more than a little nervous.

“OK,” she said. “I’ll get my coat and then I’ll follow you over there.”

In the car, on the way to the hotel, I let out an earth-shattering whoop. This was more than what I could have dreamed up.

At the room, I let her in and threw my jacket on the bed. She did the same. “How about some wine? I only have plastic cups, is that OK?” I asked. She nodded.

I turned to open the bottle and fill the cups. It was then that I felt warm lips touch my shoulder. “I’ve wanted to kiss that tattoo all night,” she whispered, taking her cup from me. She took a sip, then took both of our cups and placed them on the desk. She walked toward me, cat-like, put her arms on my shoulders, and said, “I’ve been waiting twenty years to be able to do this.” She kissed me. Her lips were so soft like feathers, her fresh outdoorsy smell enveloped me, and I nearly swooned. We stood there kissing for a moment, savoring it, letting our hands roam each other’s bodies. I cupped her perfect breast then let my hand creep down to her thigh; the curves of her body were maddening. I kissed her again and took off her sweater. I kissed her neck and she let out a little moan of pleasure. I guessed I was doing the right thing. Neither of us had been with a woman but we both seemed to know instinctively what to do. I slipped out of my dress. I don’t generally wear panties so I stood there naked in front of the biggest crush of my life. She sucked in her breath, and said, “Oh wow. You’re so beautiful.” I blushed. She hungrily took my nipple in her mouth and I felt her hand edging between my legs. I spread them a little. Her fingers found my clit and rubbed rhythmically. My body tingled as I pushed myself into her hand, groaning with pleasure. We kissed and her tongue circled my lips and tongue.

I pushed her down on the bed. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed to be with her, to feel her, smell her, taste her. I needed it more than air right then. I buried my face between her legs. She smelled sweet and was already wet. I nibbled antalya sınırsız escort her neatly shaved mons and lips. I swirled my tongue around her clit and she pushed her hips toward me, moaning. “yeesssss…” she whispered. I remembered everything I had seen in the porn movies and slid my finger in and out of her slit as I licked. We rocked together in a rhythmic way, a gorgeous entwinement of our bodies. I felt myself drifting into a sex-filled trance. We rocked and rocked. Soon, her breathing came in irregular bursts and she was bucking her hips hard. “Oh my God, I’m cumming,” she shouted, sounding almost surprised. And she continued to buck and make beautiful tiny noises of joy for a moment. I looked up at her and smiled.

“It’s my turn,” she breathed, flipping me onto my back. She lay her body on top of mine and looked into my eyes before kissing me softly, first on the mouth, then the chin, and she lingered forever on my neck. I groaned in ecstasy. Slowly, so slowly, she kissed her way down to my breasts. She twirled her tongue around my nipple and gave a little nibble. My breasts rose to meet her mouth. My senses were heightened. Every little touch felt like magic. I could smell her lusciousness. She kissed my stomach and I tensed a bit, sensing where she was going. I wanted to feel her mouth on my clit. I almost couldn’t take it anymore. She was driving me wild, taking her time, kissing around my navel and below. Slowly, she kissed and nibbled my labia softly, sweetly. Just when I thought I would explode, I felt her tongue gently lap my clit. I moaned. I was already quite wet and felt like I was going to come as I never had before. This was amazing. Here I was, with my 20-year crush, her head between my legs! Her tongue traced tiny circles on my clit and she sucked tenderly. She flicked her tongue quickly then and hard. My eyes rolled upward and I felt the surge move through me like lightning. I was coming. I grabbed her head as the orgasm rippled from my head to my toes. It felt like every cell of my body was coming. My screams echoed off the walls of the little room.

I pulled her to me and we kissed. I rolled her on her side and slid one of my legs between hers so that our pussies were touching. She gasped. I began to rock back and forth, feeling our clits rubbing against each other. We rocked slowly at first then with more fervor. Soon, we were both screaming, coming, spent. We lay together for a few delicious minutes, breathing softly. She lifted her head and looked at the clock.

“Shit,” she said, “I’ve got to get home. It’s 2:30 already!”

She kissed me again and dressed. “Thanks for a great night,” she said.

“Mmm. Thank you,” I replied, all sleepy.

“When do you think you’ll be back to RI?” she asked. “I’d love to see you again.”

Truthfully, I had no idea when I would be getting back around this way but I told her I would definitely call her when I was. I wondered if I would see her again as she closed the hotel room door behind her, her smell lingering in the room. I lay there basking in it and remembering the sway of her little ass as she walked away. I knew I had a reason to go to my high school reunion and I’m sure going to come back for number 25.

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Saturday arrived and I was there at the salon at nine thirty. Ten o’clock came and no Ashlyn. After fifteen minutes, I was beginning to wonder if the girl had chickened out at her chance to meet her idol when I heard a timid knock at the front door. There she stood, still wearing the same baggy style clothing that she always wore and clutching a leather satchel. I went and unlocked the door, ushering her in. She kept looking at the floor, never meeting my gaze as I asked her if everything was okay.

“Yes, Miss, I mean, Tammy. Sorry.” she mumbled. I shook my head at her timid demeanor and led her to the back of the salon. Nicolette was at her station, waiting for us as I motioned for Ashlyn to sit. She looked at me again, with something resembling disbelief in her eyes, before she sat gingerly down in the chair. Nicolette began to give her a manicure and, after a moment, I went back to my office to do paperwork. A half an hour later, I went out to check the progress. Nicolette was trying to convince Ashlyn to take off her shoes, without much luck. The girl looked as if she was about to bolt from the chair like a frightened rabbit.

“Is everything alright?” I asked, catching Nicolette’s eyes. She shook her head, mouthing no, as I walked over to them. I placed my hand reassuringly on Ashlyn’s shoulder, asking gently what was wrong. She flinched at the contact and I quickly removed my hand. Leaning down, so my mouth was even with her ear, I tried to keep the frustration from my voice. “Listen my dear. We have to make you presentable for tonight. There is nothing to be afraid of. Please let Nicolette do her job, okay?” She turned her head to me and, after taking a deep breath, gave me a quick nod. I motioned for Nicolette to continue and she began to remove Ashlyn’s shoes and socks. Taking a seat in the chair next to her, I asked Ashlyn if I could look through the portfolio she clutched to her chest. Hesitating just for a second, the girl handed it over to me before leaning back in the chair and doing her best to relax.

I tried to keep my face impassive as I looked at her work but it wasn’t easy. Ashlyn definitely had talent but I could tell that it was unrefined, raw. She had such potential to be really great. I began talking to her about the pieces of art, telling her what I thought was good about each painting. This seemed to relax her further and, in a relatively short span, Nicolette was finished with the pedicure and about to work on her hair. Moving the girl to the washing, and then, styling stations, Ashlyn seemed to be more relaxed as the time passed. I went back to my office again, carrying the satchel with me to further study each piece of art in detail. There was one thing that I had found interesting. There were no paintings featuring women. Landscapes, animals, even men, but no female studies. Then the realization hit me. It’s not that Ashlyn didn’t paint women. She just didn’t bring any examples with her.

After going through all that she had brought with her, I finished my work. I stepped back out when done and couldn’t believe the vision that greeted me. I chose Nicolette because she was the best stylist that I had in my employment and, again, she had worked magic. The only thing that marred the beauty that Ashlyn had become was the clothing that she wore. That was the next step. Returning to my office, I grabbed the satchel and, after thanking Nicolette and letting her know she was in charge today, I led Ashlyn out of the salon. I knew that she wanted her pictures back but I didn’t return them just yet. It was my guarantee to keep her by my side. I led her to my car, opening the door for her to get in. Again, she hesitated before sitting down. I got in, handing her precious pictures and drove her to my favorite restaurant to grab a quick bite to eat. I kept surreptitiously glancing her way to judge her reaction to what was happening and could tell something was really bothering her and knew exactly what it was.

While we were eating, Ashlyn finally got the courage up to ask me the question that had been on her mind since I had offered this chance to her several days ago. “Um, Tammy. I, uh, have to ask something.”

“Why me?” I said, not even letting the question leave her lips. She nodded and I put my fork down, looking at her full on. I waited to speak again, wanting her to look at me. Finally, Ashlyn looked up and met my gaze. “I am giving you this opportunity because you are good.. Really good and I think that talent such as yours should be nurtured and encouraged.” She blushed at the compliment I had given her and a small smile appeared bitez escort on her face. “Now finish up. We still have a couple of more places to go before we go back to your dorm room so you can get your paintings.” Ashlyn’s head shot up in surprise at this statement.

“But…I brought my work like you asked.” she said, sounding confused.

“Yes you did, dear, and each one is wonderful. But, I know you haven’t brought everything, have you?” She looked down again and after a moment, shook her head no. “So, we will finish here, go to the boutique, then pick you out something to wear before going back to get the rest of your work. My guess is that those pieces will be better than anything you have here. Okay?” She gave me another smile, this one lighting her face up and began to eat again. I kept my eyes upon her, studying this delicate child in front of me. Tonight would be the test to see if I could inspire another like Brigit. I could hardly wait to find out.

We finished lunch and got in the car to head to the boutique next. I was curious on how Ashlyn would react. She seemed to have relaxed more as the day progressed, even laughing at some of my stories that I had regaled her with about some of the wild things that happened while modeling. But, the next place would push her comfort level that much more. Ashlyn would have to disrobe.

We arrived at the store and I glanced at Ashlyn’s face, gauging her reaction. The realization of what we were about to do hit her at that moment and I could see panic in her eyes. But, to her credit, she didn’t try to talk me out of it or show any other reactions. We both got out of the car and I put my hand on her back, gently guiding her through the door. I wanted to subtly remind her that I was the one that was leading her along. Entering the shop, we both stopped and inhaled deeply, taking in the wonderful scents of lilac, cinnamon and a whole potpourri of other smells. I loved coming to shop here. It was just so…feminine. Alicia, the store manager, walked up to us, wearing clothes that left little to the imagination. Her’s was a body of delicious curves and I found myself breathing just a little heavier at the image of beauty walking towards us. Alicia and I kissed our hellos and she took Ashlyn’s hand in hers, greeting her warmly.

“Well, Tammy. Everything is ready. We are the only ones here.” Alicia said, smiling as she walked to the back. Again, I gently encouraged Ashlyn to walk with my hand on her back, directing her to follow the other woman. We all arrived back at the dressing area where Alicia and I turned to look at Ashlyn expectantly. She stood there for a moment, a look of confusion on her face when Alicia told her that she needed to undress so that she could get her measurements. Ashlyn nodded, to a deep breath to steady her nerves and removed her shirt. She was thin but not unhealthily so, wearing a plain white bra she probably purchased at WalMart. I didn’t understand why she acted so ashamed of her body until she turned around. Old scars, from where the buckle of a belt had hit her skin at considerable force from the looks of it, crisscrossed her back. I couldn’t help the expression on my face, sympathy mixed with anger and revulsion that someone could have hurt her so much. I glanced at Alicia and saw her lips pursed in a frown. Ashlyn saw the expressions on our faces and began to cry. I reacted purely on instinct, pulling the girl into an embrace, holding her as she wept. What must have been years of pent up anguish was released as she sobbed, her face pressed against my shirt. She hugged me back, holding me tightly. I kissed the top of her head, comforting her the best I could. Alicia went to retrieve some tissues for her, and by the time she returned, Ashlyn had calmed down somewhat. Gratefully taking the tissues, she dabbed her eyes dry and apologized for losing her composure. Alicia and I both told her is was okay and Alicia asked her if she wanted to continue. Ashlyn nodded her head and undid her pants, sliding them down her legs.

The panties were of the same caliber as her bra. She stood there in her undergarments, her face still red from embarrassment at her breaking down in front of us. She let out a little choking laugh as she saw my shirt, wet from her tears. Alicia joined her in laughter and I stuck my tongue out at both of them and then joined them in their giggling. That seemed to break the ice that had formed and Alicia began to take Ashlyn’s measurements. After she was finished, she encouraged us to walk around the store, looking gümbet escort over what we would like. I noticed that Ashlyn didn’t need me to encourage her anymore. It seemed that once the barriers of her clothing had been removed, she seemed to open up more and enjoy herself again. I followed behind her, enjoying the sight of her panty clad ass and long legs as she started walking around, looking at the different lingerie sets. After selecting several pieces, we walked back to the dressing room to try them on. I had to encourage her to select more adult styles of panties and bras then what she was looking at and, after seeing them on her, I couldn’t help but get excited. I could tell that Ashlyn was getting turned on as well, her little nipples poking out of her chest. She was smiling at mine and Alicia’s reactions and really seemed to be enjoying herself by the time we were finished. After we checked out, Alicia gave the girl a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Ashlyn hugged her back, returning the kiss and smiling at the other woman as we left.

Finally, the last stop was dress shop. I had posted the suggestion to her to keep her favorite bra and panties on instead of the old pair she had worn. It was funny to watch her as she sat in the car. Ashlyn was more confident as she sat there, sitting up straighter, pushing her chest out. She kept unconsciously rubbing her hands over her breast, loving the feeling of the silken material as it pressed against the sensitive flesh of her nipples. When we exited the car, I didn’t even have to walk to her. She practically ran over to me, took me by the hand and confidently walked through the front door. After shopping for a bit, she and I both agreed on a green, sequined gown and matching purse with a set of black pumps. She looked so amazing that I noticed the look of hunger in the sales woman’s eyes. I winked at her and the woman smiled at me and gave me a slight nod of approval.

Ashlyn took me by the hand again as we left the store and, before we got in the car, she gave me a tight hug, whispering “Thank you.” in my ear. I could feel her breasts press into mine and I couldn’t help the fact that my nipples hardened in desire. We then got in the car to go back to her place to pick up her other art pieces. On the way back, Ashlyn started talking about her past. I hadn’t even prompted her, letting the girl open up to me when she felt comfortable. It turns out that her mother had died when she was young and her father had never recovered, becoming an alcoholic and using her as a punching bag. She had finally been removed from that horrible place and sent to live with an aunt. It wasn’t a loving situation for her and she found solace in art. I listened to her, letting Ashlyn just talk and get it off her chest. I could tell that there was something else that she was hinting at, something that she was afraid to say. But, before she could bring herself to say it, we pulled up to her dorm.

I told the girl to run in and grab her paintings. She hopped out of the car, practically running to her room. I was pleasantly surprised to see that Ashlyn had changed her clothes, sporting a tee shirt with the school crest on it and a nicer pair of jeans. She smiled and blushed a little as I complimented how nice she looked. She was carrying another satchel and I noticed a small lock on the clasp but didn’t bring it up. We arrived at my house and I helped her grab the parcels, bringing them inside. I directed her to the couch, went to the kitchen to grab a couple of cans of soda and sat down next to her, our knees touching. She had the satchel on her lap and when I had situated myself, she pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the lock. Opening up the case, Ashlyn pulled out the paintings within. Words could not describe what beauty I saw. Nude women, either alone or together, were painted with achingly, loving accuracy. Here is what I wanted to see. Her true expression of her art. She looked at me, a mixed expression of anxiety and hopefulness on her face. I turned to her, our faces close as I said softly “These are incredible.” Ashlyn smiled her cute smile and I saw her body relax as the tension left it. We were gazing into each others eyes. There was a longing there that I recognized in so many other girls. I leaned closer to her but stopped short, waiting for her to come to me. A pregnant pause lingered in the room before she leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. After what seemed like an eternity, I pulled back, smiling at her. She looked down, her face coloring nicely as bodrum escort bayan I removed the pictures from her lap and placing them on the floor. I reached up, cupping her face with my hands, and leaned in for another kiss. This time, Ashlyn returned my kiss with more passion. I felt her tongue reach our and touch my lips, hesitatingly. I opened my mouth, inviting her in and the girl gave me one of the most sensual French kisses that I had had in a long time.

Ashlyn wrapped her arms around my body, pulling me closer to her. I couldn’t get enough of her lips. They tasted of the wine and berries that we had eaten with lunch. At last, we broke the kiss, pulling back slightly from each other. I looked deep into her bright blue eyes, seeing my desire for her mirrored back at me. I reached for the bottom of her shirt, silently asking if I had permission. She smiled at me, blushing slightly and raised her arms above her head, allowing me to carefully remove the garment from her body. She brought her hands up to unclasp the bra but I reached out, stopping her.

“Are you sure about this, Ashlyn?” I asked her. I didn’t want her to feel like I was pressuring her in anyway. She looked at me again, her eyes brimming with tears as she silently nodded. I smiled at her, moving my hand away as she undid the clasp and shrugged off the satin undergarment. I reached up and gently cupped her small breasts with my hands, tickling them with my fingers. I could feel her nipples hardening from my ministrations as she let out a moan and pressed her body into my hands. After a few minutes of this, I trailed my hands down over her ribs and maneuvered the girl so that she was standing in front of me. She kicked off her flats while I undid her pants and pulled them down, removing them as she lifted one leg at a time for me. At last, except for her panties, I had her naked. Her whole body was shivering with desire as my hands roamed all over her legs, stopping at the waistband small patch of cloth that covered her most intimate of places. I looked at her face again, watching her expression as I slowly peeled the garment down. Her pussy was leaking juices by now and a few strands of cum clung to her skin, silently snapping as I dragged her panties down her legs. Ashlyn’s eyes were shut and she was biting her bottom lip as another moan emanated from her throat. At last, she stepped out of the panties and stood there, in all her naked glory.

I pulled her closer to me, my right hand on her ass as my left hand explored the wet folds of her vagina. She put her arms around my head as my lips found her nipple. Moving from one to the other, I nibbled and suckled on her titty tips while I inserted my index finger into her pussy hole, flicking and rubbing her clit with my thumb. It was a technique that I had used many times on other lovers and it never failed to bring them off. Ashlyn was no different. I felt her hands tightening around my head, pulling me closer. That was quickly followed by a sobbing gasp and another moan as she came all over my hand, coating my fingers with her juices. I wanted to make her quickly come again so I inserted my middle finger into her also and pushed deeper. Imagine my surprise as my fingers touched a barrier. I was shocked to learn that this beautiful woman standing before me was still a virgin. I didn’t allow the surprise I felt at this new found knowledge to break the spell that had been woven, though. Pulling my fingers back just a fraction, I began to tickle her g spot as rubbed her ass with my other hand, enjoying feeling of the smooth skin beneath my fingers.

I could feel her pussy clenching down on my hand as I expertly massaged her pussy to another climax. Ashlyn’s knees buckled slightly as her leg muscles tightened and spasmed as she orgasmed once again. I removed my hands from her body, pulled back and eased her to the floor so that she was kneeling in front of me. She was looking at the floor, her face flush with was probably a mixture of excitement and embarrassment. I placed my clean hand under her chin and tilted her face up so that we were looking into each other’s eyes. Leaning forward, I brushed her lips with mine. She smiled again as I leaned back. Her eyes widened as she watched me bring my index finger to my mouth, insert it between my lips and slowly withdraw it, collecting all of her sweet juices off of my finger. I let out a moan of my own as I tasted her. She was so delicious. Looking down at her, I smiled and brought my hand to her lips. She hesitated just for a second before opening her mouth. I inserted my middle finger into her mouth as her lips wrapped around it. She licked me clean with her tongue as I slowly withdrew. I watched her swallow and wide smile broke out on her face as I leaned back on the couch. She climbed up beside me, wrapping her arms around me and placing her head on my chest. I just sat there petting her arm, enjoying the feeling of her pressing against me.

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I didn’t want to go.

I wasn’t really given a choice. I was the manager of the project, the clients were paying our bank sa fortune in fees for the work we were doing, and we had been given to understand from our local team in their home country that when they entertained, they tended towards the more sexy venues.

So our Managing Director, Tony, got it into his head that we had to take them to the best lap-dancing club we could find. Since nobody in the office really went in for that sort of thing, it involved a lot of googling and a few suggestions from friends of colleagues before the venue was chosen, and I was a little unsettled by the decision.

What little I’d read of “Lilith’s” on the internet implied that it was more than a lap-dancing club. You had to read between the lines, since the various reviewers didn’t want to get the place shut down for prostitution, but from what I could tell, this lap-dancing club was willing to offer more than just lap dances, depending on how you asked your questions and what you were willing to pay.

Great. My boss is taking me to a brothel on a Tuesday night.

The clients would have preferred to have a private moment with me, I’m sure. The looks I was getting went well beyond distant admiration, and every time one of them was behind me, I could imagine their gaze settling on my ass. Truth be told, that was partly my fault, I’d let myself get talked into wearing a miniskirt that was frankly inappropriate for the office, and a moulding cashmere top that did little to hide the fact that nature had been good to me.

At least they understood that I was off limits, and all I had to deal with were the looks. Perhaps if they let off some steam this evening they’d stare a little less during the meetings tomorrow.

The club, when we found it, was a little more discreet than I’d anticipated. Still, it was clear enough that the venue was of an adult nature, and there were a couple of sturdy bouncers at the front door. Pre-booked access to the VIP area ensured that we didn’t have to hang about in the street for too long and we were quickly led down a staircase into a very large two-level basement with a mezzanine VIP area overlooking a large bar space.

The place was gorgeously decorated, with a small bar in the middle of the VIP area, plush carpets and leather seats in separate areas so that groups didn’t have to mingle if they didn’t want to. There were near-naked girls walking around everywhere, but they didn’t accost our group – instead they gave little smiles to the boys and waited to get called. The rest of the time they wandered around, talked amongst themselves and chatted up the occasional client who seemed interested. Occasionally, one of them would – at some invisible signal – get up on the tiny stage at the front of the VIP area and dance. They were very good. I could never have moved my body the way they were moving theirs, and the skill they showed implied that this was more than a standard lap-dancing club. Our clients were enjoying it plenty, and began to disappear for brief intervals with individual dancers – so we had clearly chosen well.

Every so often, one of the girls would conclude a deal for a lap dance, and would then lead their client by the hand to one of several doors set into the walls, and open the electronic lock on the door with a little bracelet they all seemed to be wearing. Ten minutes later, the couple would re-emerge, looking much as they had when they’d disappeared. So far so clean, perhaps I could stand to be here a while after all.

I ordered a fruity drink at the bar and sat on one of the leather barstools with my back more or less turned to my group so that the clients and my colleagues would not be too embarrassed by my presence. A couple of the other people in the VIP area came to talk, wondering why a girl was in a lap-dancing club, and I explained the situation to them and had a couple of decent conversations. Quite quickly, I figured out that this was a pretty good place for conversations because the guys weren’t here for me, and their presence in a lap-dancing club didn’t really lend itself to a pick-up, although a couple still tried. Despite my misgivings, I began having a good time talking about music, sports, politics and any other subject the guys came up with. The drinks were good, other people were buying them, and I was able to safely ignore the activities of my colleagues. The people talking to me varied as different guys went to talk to some of the naked girls from time to time.

I didn’t notice the other effect I was having until I ran headlong into a very cute petite girl in the corridor leading to the bathrooms, just as I came out.

She’d been waiting for me.

“It’s not very cool, you know.” She started.

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re dressed to pick up, standing at the bar in a place where we rely on attracting men to make a living. It’s not very cool for you to be here drawing their attention away from us.”

It took a minute bodrum escort bayan for me to catch up with her meaning. Then I was so surprised I couldn’t help but laugh.

I still managed to explain, “I’m sorry. I’d rather not be here too, for what it’s worth, but my boss insisted, and so I have to wait for my group to finish having their fun before I can go. It’s not my intention to get in your way.”

She hadn’t been expecting that answer. She had probably got it into her head that I was deliberately damaging business. She still didn’t seem very happy about it though.

I tried again. “Listen. I don’t get any pleasure from being here, believe me…”

Her eyes flashed up at me. Baby blue under long black lashes, blonde hair cascading in gentle curves around her shoulders. I had better breasts and several inches on her, but I would have done anything to have a face that cute, eyes that colour or hair that pretty.

Someone came down the corridor. Some guy I didn’t recognise, and she moved close to me to make room for him to get past. As he went past, he brushed against her – probably deliberately – and she fell towards me. I took a step back and ended up with my back to the wall, the petite girl pressed up against me with her breasts pushed into mine. I could feel how hard her nipples were through my top.

She lowered her voice and got up on her toes, her breasts rubbing against mine and one hand going to my waist for balance. Her breath was right in my ear, her voice low and seductive.

“You should try to enjoy yourself, you know. Have you ever had a lap dance?”

I was flustered, both by what she’d said, and by the fact that I was reacting to her, my nipples tightening in my top despite the fact that I’d never been attracted to girls. All I could think was, “no wonder the boys can’t resist them”. The answer I managed to blurt out was much less coherent.

“I don’t… I mean can’t… haven’t ever… I mean. Umm. No, ah, thanks. I didn’t even come with money.”

And now I looked like an idiot.

She just smiled, as though she knew something I didn’t. She looked straight into my eyes, and I felt her hand move down from my waist to my hips, to just above the hem of my miniskirt.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to know what it feels like? Even if I offered to show you for free?”

“I really don’t think that… ah…”

How on earth did guys manage to negotiate a price under this kind of sensual pressure? My thoughts had scattered as her other hand came to rest on my shoulder. The hand on my hip was moving in slow circles, rubbing the fabric of my skirt against my thigh. Her face moved towards mine and I was completely caught in her eyes, until her lips brushed incredibly gently against mine, before she pulled away slightly.

I suddenly became acutely aware of where we were. In a corridor leading to the toilets. Anyone could walk down here and see me like this. It gave me the excuse I needed to break off.

“I can’t – people could see – my office. I mean my colleagues.”

The girl smiled, took my hand and said, “come on then”. Then she turned around, swiped the little bracelet she had on her left wrist against a tiny reader on the opposite wall, and pushed an entire section of wall out of the way, dragging me into a little room with a huge couch and soft lighting. The door shut behind us, whisper-quiet, and nobody had seen us enter. She’d gotten me in here before I’d even realised what she was doing. My excuse was in tatters.

“Listen… um…”

“Penny.” She smiled from underneath those impossible lashes in a voice that promised many things.

“Yes… um… Penny. Ah… I don’t think I… um… my boyfriend…”

I didn’t even have a boyfriend. I was just rambling.

She walked towards me and I backed up, and immediately found myself with my back to a wall again, Penny’s breasts pushing into me. This time, she reached up behind my head and I felt her hand on my neck. Her lips reached up and kissed me, and my words left me.

I didn’t kiss her back, but I didn’t need to. She knew more about kissing than every boyfriend and one night stand I’d had in my life. There was no way not to react to her soft lips and her questing tongue. That’s what I tell myself anyway. My world was reduced to the kiss and the sensations of the hand stroking my neck and the breasts pushing against mine.

She had me right where she wanted before her other hand ever slipped beneath the hem of my miniskirt. Part of me had surrendered to her advances long before I felt her fingers start to stroke through my panties. I was hers before she ever manoeuvred me onto that couch. All without ever breaking that magical kiss.

When she released my mouth, a hand had made it under my top and was stroking my left breast. Her soft skin was like silk against mine and she seemed to know as much about caressing a woman’s breasts as she did about kissing, tight sensations bodrum sınırsız escort of pleasure rising through my chest and rippling around my breast. I felt my top coming up as she peeled it off me with her other hand, and before I’d gotten it off my arms she’d already unclasped my bra and gotten rid of it. She concentrated on the underside of my breast, working up towards the nipple, and I felt myself melt into that sensation just as her lips nuzzled my neck and worked down to my other breast.

I can’t be doing this, I thought to myself. This girl must be 21 or 22, at least 5 years younger than me, and she’s somehow got me completely besotted with her, got my body totally surrendering to her. What the hell is going on?

But the girl had momentum on her side, and she took ruthless advantage of it. Another hand found my thighs and my eyes rolled back in my head as she took possession of me by cupping my mons through my panties and taking a nipple into her mouth.

She was relentless. She drove my arousal upwards with a level of skill I’d never experienced in a lover, and always with that smile on her perfect face.

I was helpless when she unzipped my miniskirt, and helpless when she pulled down my panties.

“Now you’re more naked than I am,” she murmured, and then she bit down gently on one nipple before I could formulate an answer, leaving me reeling from the realisation of just how helpless she had made me.

Her mouth started kissing down my chest, past my bellybutton, one hand caressing a breast as she made her way south. I suddenly realised where she was going and tried to put an end to it.

“You can’t… not that… please.”

“If you want to stop me, just stand up and walk away,” I could hear the smile in her voice, “or lie there like a good girl and let me show you something you’ve never felt before.”

She knew what my answer was. She never even stopped kissing her way down my body. I saw her smile disappear from my line of sight, felt her hands caress over my pelvis and down either side of my mons, held my breath for an eternity in delirious anticipation, then I felt her breath between my legs, and her lips and tongue touched my pussy, gently enough to make me cry.

Gentle licks in my least sensitive spots soon had me making involuntary little sounds. Gentle caresses on my thighs robbed them of their strength and replaced all my remaining thoughts with arousal. I saw the blonde curls rise slightly, and then a long lick the length of my pussy, finishing right on my clit, making me gasp.

I’d never done anything more than vanilla sex and a little oral. Penny took it all to the level of an art form, and I was her canvas. I made sounds, writhed helplessly, and she controlled it all.

Kisses and licks came and went, never enough to push me over the edge, always too many to allow me to recover. When I thought I’d felt every sensation possible, a heavily lubricated finger slipped into my ass and I realised I still had some measure of control, but even that had now been stripped from me as I let her invade my body in every way she wanted.

“Please. Oh please…” I whined, not even sure what it was I wanted. Make it stop? Never let it stop.

After a period of time that was impossible to measure, Penny raised her head to look at me. Amazingly, her make-up was still perfect, only her lips glistened slightly with my fluids.

“You’re going to cum now”, she told me.

Her smile became almost predatory. “Nothing you can do about it sweetie. But don’t worry, the room’s soundproof.”

She smiled and then disappeared from sight. The finger in my ass started moving again and her lips returned to their glorious work. My arousal had built so high I was panicked, afraid of what might happen when I came.

Her tongue returned to my clit, but the gentle licks gradually became more insistent and repetitive, always on the underside, where she’d figured out I was most sensitive. The finger in my ass began sliding in and out, underscoring my helplessness. I felt all the arousal take the shape of a tidal wave, lifting me and lifting me until I was terrified of what would happen when the wave crashed, and helpless to stop it.

She pushed me expertly over the edge and I felt all my muscles clench. I think I screamed, but I can’t be sure. My hips lifted completely off the couch, but her mouth followed and pushed me further and further into the tremendous orgasm that she had built up in me. My world narrowed to a single point of blinding pleasure, and then I collapsed bonelessly on the couch.

I must have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I was aware of was Penny, lying next to me, one leg swung over mine, nibbling at my earlobe.

I felt I ought to say something, and took a breath without knowing what words were going to come out of my mouth.

“Shhhh”, she whispered into my ear, and she put a finger against my lips, bodrum merkez escort before tracing their outline for a few moments and then slipping the finger into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, but found myself sucking in gently until she pulled it out.

My body was a little sore from the massive effort of the orgasm, and I was thinking about how my muscles felt when I became aware of something slightly hard against my leg.

I looked down the couch and saw that Penny had a bright blue plastic penis, slightly bigger than my experience of a normal penis, but that she seemed to be wearing no harness.

She giggled when she saw me looking.

“It’s held inside me by a dildo. I clench it when I fuck you with it. Lots of kegels!”

I wasn’t sure about something that size being inside me, but Penny’s hand was already caressing one of my breasts, and it didn’t take her more than a few moments to start bringing back that sense of helpless arousal.

I felt her shift on top of me, blonde curls falling about my breasts as she positioned herself. One hand came up to my head and I felt her take a handful of hair, pulling it slightly. This had the strange effect of turning me on far more than words would have. I felt her knees between my thighs, pushing outwards, and realised that I was about to be taken by a girl several years younger than me, and that all my sexual instincts were making me incredibly submissive to her. She seemed to know how to exploit them, bring them to the fore to make me feel helpless.

She looked up at me and smiled wickedly.

“You’re going to come so hard with my cock inside you.”

The words blazed through my mind, just as the very wet tip of the dildo pressed against my lips, parting them and pushing into my wet and thoroughly melted centre.

The size of the dildo meant that I felt every single contour and nub moulded onto its exterior as it pushed into me. Penny looked up at me to judge my reaction, then I felt her pull out halfway. Time was suspended for just a moment, her blue eyes looking straight into mine, then she slammed into me with her tiny body and the large cock as hard as any man ever had. The dildo went deep, and a nub on the end of it rubbed right up against my clitoris.

More than the physical pleasure of it though, the sensation of being penetrated so forcefully brought out my inner submissive. I moaned, reached out for Penny but instead of pushing her away, my hands found her breasts and caressed them, picking up their weight. I couldn’t hold her gaze, so I looked away, presenting my neck to her in complete submission, and she leaned in and bit me, hard, marking her territory and thrusting into me a second time, not quite as hard, but eliciting another ragged helpless moan from me.

After a few thrusts, she spun me around and made me kneel before taking me from behind – something I’d never let a guy do because it always made me feel so submissive.

“Not like this, please…” I managed to mutter in a little girl’s voice, and she understood, so she slowed down and whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to make you come in this position, feel me slide into you.”

She pulled out and thrust in, smoothly, gently.

“Feel every inch of me sliding into your body. You’re mine.”

She pulled out again, and her words had the desired effect, pushing my arousal higher. Her hand reached between my legs and flicked my clit.

“Feel your body surrender to it. The pleasure building inside. Come for me.”

She pulled out and slid home again, and again, and again, and the pleasure rose and rose, before peaking and making me shudder in orgasm as she held my hips to hers, as I clenched involuntarily again and again around the big dildo inside me.

She helped me dress, afterwards. I was shaking too much to do it myself. She made it a game, teasing me, caressing me, putting a hand between my legs to stroke my pussy before going behind me and nibbling on my earlobe as she zipped up my skirt. Her hands lifted and stroked my breasts before putting my cashmere top back on. I was lost in a haze of post-coital bliss, and recovering only slowly, continuously aroused by her hands and lips and tongue and breath.

She used a small television monitor to make sure there was no-one in the corridor when we stepped out of the room, and she even got the bar to make me a drink. My team were finishing up. We’d spent over an hour in that little room, and I was still shivering occasionally from the aftershocks, confused and lost. Nobody in the bar seemed any the wiser.

She hadn’t given me my panties back and my neck bore her bite-mark – a small bruise that would be blue by tomorrow. She’d also made me give her my number and address.

When we moved towards the front door, she came up behind our group and called out to me.

“Miss, miss, you forgot something,” as though she didn’t know my name.

She’d filched a small make-up mirror from my bag.

“I think you left this in the bathroom.”

I walked towards her to take it from her, trying to act as normally as possible.

As soon as I was out of sight of the group, she smiled broader and slipped a hand under my dress and against my pussy, a finger slipping inside me. My body responded to her immediately. Almost obediently, it seemed.

She whispered in my ear.

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She was standing at the bar in a white leather mini skirt and a hot pink bikini top. She looked to be about 22, with long blonde hair. She was maybe 5’6” with a body most women would die for. She looked to be around a 34c, with a flat tummy and a perfect butt. I‘d known girls in high school and college that had experiences with other girls, but I never felt that way, and hadn’t wanted to try anything of that nature. That is, until now. Just looking at her stirred feelings inside of me that I never knew existed. This girl was mesmerizing, and she had a look about her that screamed SEX. She caught me looking at her a couple of times, and she smiled at me. Even her smile was exciting.

I quickly finished my drink and ordered a couple of Kamikazes. I couldn’t believe how I was feeling towards this girl. What was I thinking? I took the two shots and closed my eyes trying to block out the thoughts I was having. When I looked up, she was gone! I was saddened and relieved at the same time, because I felt that an opportunity had slipped away that would never again come to pass. But, at least she wasn’t there to tempt me. I settled back into my chair, and was about to order another drink, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and there she was! She put out her hand and introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Bridget” she said smiling, “what’s yours?”

“Lisa” I said, shaking her hand and trying not to stammer.

“May I buy you a drink?” She asked.

“Sure” I replied, and she sat down next to me.

She told me that she had seen me walk in, and that she had to meet me. I was stunned. I had never been approached by another girl before, and I found it very exciting, but it also made me nervous. She asked me what I was doing tonight, and I told her that I was just unwinding from a very hard week at work, and that I had even had to work until 4:00 today. We talked for about an hour about our careers and what we liked and disliked, and how much we both enjoyed shopping and going out.

We were both drinking Vodka Collins with Kamikaze chasers, and over the last hour we had become quite drunk. I could feel my inhibitions draining away as time went by. Bridget seemed to be taking every opportunity to touch me. When she first did it, I almost jumped out of my skin, because I was so attracted to her. After a few drinks, I found myself wanting her to touch my hand, my arm, my leg, or anything else she wanted. The more I looked at her the more I wanted to be with her. I was also taking opportunities to touch her and make her aware of what she was doing to me.

The conversation eventually turned to dating and sex. Now I was really getting worked up. She told me about this guy she had dated for 2 years, and that he had recently left her for someone else. She went into great detail about how great the sex was, but that it had been a superficial relationship, and that inside she knew it would never last. I told her that my dating experiences hadn’t been much better. I explained that most of the guys I had been with were looking for one thing. Even though it was enjoyable, it never lasted long enough to be truly satisfying. I even told her I had become quite accomplished at taking care of myself.

Holding my hand and looking me right in the eyes, she told me that her last relationship had left her cold towards men, and that she had found much more enjoyment with women. “Did I just hear that?” I thought to myself. In my drunken state, I thought I’d imagined it. That is until I felt her hand rubbing up and down my thigh. She seemed to be very interested in me, and I was very interested in her. My inhibitions were just about gone now, and my brain was giving in to the lust Bridget was generating inside of me. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear,

“So, are you going to let me have my way with you or what?”

I was shocked at her being so forward, but in the state I was in, it was perfect. I don’t think I needed much more seducing anyway. I was already more aroused than I ever remember being in my 26 years. I leaned bitez escort over to her and said, “Oh God yes!”

With a very sexy look on her face, and in somewhat of a slurred voice, she said, “Then what the hell are we still doing here?”

She took my arm and led me out to the parking lot. I told her that I was in no condition to drive. She told me that she would drive because she lived just down the street, and that she could make the trip blindfolded. When we got to her car, she grabbed me and pushed me against the passenger door. She pressed her body to mine and kissed me deeply. Her bare leg slid between my thighs as her hands worked their way around my back. She pressed her lips to mine and her hot tongue entered my mouth. Our tongues were dueling in this very deep, passionate kiss. My mind was spinning, and my body was on fire. I had never before experienced such lustful desire.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me as I ran my shaking hands over her perfect ass. She moaned into my mouth and then slowly pulled her lips from mine. She looked me right in the eyes and said,

“I guess we’d better get to my house and finish this”.

She opened my door and then ran around and got in the car. I couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the hormones racing through my body that were causing my blurred vision and weak knees, but at this point I didn’t care. I slid into her car and leaned over to her. As we drove away, I was running my hand up and down her thigh while I kissed her neck. I then ran my hand up her incredibly soft, flat stomach to her beautiful breasts and felt them through her bikini top. They were so firm, and her nipples were getting hard.

“Would you please stop teasing me and kiss them!” she said in a very anxious voice.

I pulled up her top and kissed her right breast. It was so soft and so warm. I couldn’t believe that I had waited so long to experience this joy. I slowly licked the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. Mmmm, what a delightful feeling that was. Becoming more and more consumed with passion, I ran my hand up under her mini skirt. To my surprise and pleasure, she wasn’t wearing any panties. I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch, and I moaned deeply with pleasured appreciation. She told me that she hardly ever wore panties, and if she did, she wore thongs. I was glad she hadn’t worn any. I was about to slide a finger inside of her when we pulled into her driveway.

“Mmmm baby, don’t stop now,” she moaned deeply.

I continued sucking on her beautiful breast, and slid two fingers deep into her wet, silky pussy. It felt incredible! Even when I fingered my own, it didn’t feel this nice. I fingered her for about five minutes then pulled my fingers out of her hot velvety cunt. I put them in my mouth, and sucked them clean. It was my first taste of another girl’s pussy. I was amazed at how sweet and creamy it was. I was becoming intoxicated with Bridget, and she new it. I looked into her eyes, and they were filled with lust. She grabbed my face and pulled it to hers. It was like she was kissing me from the depths of her soul. Our tongues intertwined and our hands were all over each other. We were acting like two horny teen-agers making out in the back of Daddy’s car. When we stopped kissing, we realized that we had been making out for a half-hour, and that we were both sitting in wet spots.

We decided to adjourn to the apartment as the car was just too small to get into anything more. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other all the way to the door of her apartment. As soon as Bridget closed the door, she began taking off her clothes. I was also in the process of doing that. Since she was barley dressed, she was naked in no time at all. I had just taken off my blouse, bra and skirt, when she pushed me against the wall, and pressed her body against mine. We locked in another soulful kiss, and our hands were exploring each other’s naked bodies. I couldn’t believe how soft her skin was, and how good gümbet escort it felt to touch her.

I ran my hands down to her butt and pulled her even closer to me. She moaned with delight, and did the same to me. She ran her fingers inside my panties down the crack of my ass and spread it open to finger my anus. I pushed my butt back into her hand and felt her finger slip inside. I had never experienced that before, so I jumped a little at the feeling, but I was soon begging for her to add another finger.

As she slid another finger in my butt, she moved her other hand around front to rub me through the front of my soaked panties. When she touched my clit, it was like she shocked me. She then put her hand inside the front of my panties and slid two fingers deep inside of my dripping pussy. My juices covered her hand, as I was having one long continuous orgasm. She added two more fingers in my pussy, and I thought I was going to pass-out from shear pleasure. I came so hard, my knees buckled, and I slumped against her.

She withdrew her fingers and licked at them like they were a melting ice-cream cone. She led me to the couch, which thankfully was only a few feet away, as I had a hard enough time standing let alone walking. I fell into her soft leather couch and was delighted at the way it formed to my body. It felt so damn sexy! Bridget knelt between my legs and started kissing up my thighs. I was consumed with lust as I watched this sexy young goddess running her hot tongue up my well-tanned thighs. She kept looking up at me. Her eyes were so sexy; I had a series of tiny orgasms from that alone. By the time she reached my crotch, I was on fire!

My pussy was drenched with anticipation as her tongue finally reached its target. She kissed my cunt through my panties till I thought I would explode. Then she removed my panties and held them to her nose and mouth. She inhaled deeply and looked at me. She had this sly little smile that was so damn sexy!

“You smell good enough to eat,” she said staring into my eyes, “So I think I will”.

She dropped my panties on the floor and lowered her head to my crotch. I could feel her hot breath on my skin, as she wrapped her soft lips around my hard clit and sucked. I had never felt anything like this before. Then I began to feel the largest orgasm I’d ever had building up inside of my body. Bridget was sucking it out of me through my clit. She began rubbing my asshole with her finger and had slid two or three fingers back inside of my hot cunt. Every muscle in my body began to contract as I was reaching my peak. She slid two fingers up my well-lubed ass, and I loved it. I had never been much into anal activity before, but after this, I was hooked. I braced myself for the most intense orgasm of my entire life!

It started at the core of my body and rushed through my arms and legs, then came crashing back into the center of my being like a lightning bolt. My hands and feet went numb and I felt my entire body explode in ecstasy! My body was contracting and releasing so fast that I almost couldn’t breath. It felt like I had cum for an hour. When I opened my eyes, she was sitting there looking up at me from my crotch with the sexiest satisfied look on her face.

“Did you enjoy that, Lisa?” She said grinning, knowing the answer to that question.

“OH—MY—GOD!” I replied, “That was incredible! Where did you learn to do that?”

“I just made it up as I went along, that’s what I always do.” She said almost laughingly.

She sat there slowly caressing my shaking legs, and giving them little kisses and hugs. I had finally calmed down to the point where I could begin to think again. I grabbed her hand and pulled it up to my mouth and inhaled my scent from her fingers. She had licked most of my juices off of them, but there was enough left for me to enjoy also. I pulled her up to me and kissed her soft lips. Not a hard passionate kiss, but a long soft “I think I love you” kiss.

My tongue went slowly into bodrum escort bayan her mouth, and she returned the favor. We sat there kissing for quite a while, until she began humping my leg with her wet crotch. I rolled her over on the couch, and began kissing my way down her sexy body. I was making it a point to enjoy every inch of her. I tasted, smelled and felt her entire body. I spent a long while licking and sucking on her breasts. They were so firm and her nipples were sticking straight out. I was alternating between licking one and working the other between my fingers. I began kissing down her soft, flat stomach, and the scent emanating from her crotch mixing with the sweet smell of her Roasted Hazelnut perfume was intoxicating. I covered her stomach with kisses as I worked down to her sweet pussy. She was raising her legs into the air as my mouth reached the object of my desire.

I looked at her pussy, and it was absolutely beautiful. Her lips were perfectly shaped, and they were all creamy with the delicate nectar I had tasted earlier. Her soft wisps of blond pubic hair made a perfect path to her clit. Her inner lips were very pink, and her whole pussy was swollen with lust. I looked up from between her legs, over her tummy, and up past her tits to the most beautiful face in the world. It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen in my life. Her eyes were closed, and she was lost in passionate bliss. It was an incredible turn-on for me knowing that I had been a part of bringing her to this point of passion. That, and the fact I was about to lick the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, was about to push me over the edge. I lowered my face and inhaled her tantalizing aroma.

As I leaned in closer, she raised her crotch to my face. My tongue slid right in and was instantly covered with the sweetest, creamiest, nectar in the universe. I thought it was good off of my fingers, but straight from the source was almost indescribable. She arched her back and shoved her pussy into my face and I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. I began rubbing her perfect butt, and she was going crazy. She started begging me to stick it in. So, wanting to please, I slid my finger in as deep as it would go and began turning it as I slid it in and out.

She was wreathing at my touch, and I was entranced with her body. I never knew that girl/girl passion could be so intense, and that I could feel so captivated by touching another girl in this way. It was like I could do no wrong. Everything I did turned her on even more. I was sucking on her clit and sliding my tongue up and down, and in and out of her slit. I could tell she was getting ready to cum. She arched her back and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy. Next thing I knew, my mouth was being flooded with her juices. It was incredible! I almost couldn’t swallow it all. She kept cumming until I slowly pulled my finger from her tight ass, and my tongue from her slit. She lay there almost unconscious for about 15 minutes.

“Who taught you to do that?” She said, as she looked up at me with a dazed but satisfied look.

I smiled and told her that I had only done what I liked done to me. She leaned up and put her arms around my waist and kissed me deeply. We spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms snuggled together on that couch. After we enjoyed a bottle of wine and some cheese and crackers, we were completely spent. We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms. The heat that we generated together kept us warm all night.

She lightly kissed my lips to awaken me the next morning. She smiled as she moved down to my sensitive breasts and covered them with kisses. This started another lust filled interlude of lovemaking. When we were through, we took a nice long hot shower. We spent lots of time washing and exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. We spent the rest of the day lounging around naked and making love whenever and wherever we felt like.

I can’t believe my good fortune to have found such a wonderful person as Bridget. She is my soul mate. Our relationship is everything I have ever wanted. I just didn’t realize it would be with another girl. We are so deeply in love, and share so much in common. We have since moved in together, and spend many hot nights exploring each other’s wildest fantasies. She brings out the very best in me in life as well as in love.

Thank you Bridget 🙂

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It’s been too long, I thought to myself as I walked down the path to the soccer field. All throughout high school and most of college, I was on the field every time that there was a game. I loved the sport. I always thought that I was good enough to make a career out of it. Unfortunately, the broken leg and torn tendon that I received in my junior year put the kibosh on any long term plans I had for the sport. I didn’t even try out my senior year, focusing instead on my grades and then graduate school. But I never lost the love of the game.

One of my friends that I’d gone to college with and still kept in touch suggested going down to the local Y and seeing what was available. I was looking for something new to do as I had just broken up with my latest boyfriend and needing to get my mind clear. Moping around my apartment wasn’t doing anything for me so I took her advice. That had been three weeks ago and I found myself getting excited again. When the day finally arrived, I threw my clothes in a duffle bag, donned my old college shorts and jersey, happy that they still fit, and drove over to the YMCA. After putting my bag in a locker, I practically ran out to the field.

There were already many women down there as I approached, kicking a ball back and forth. I took a minute to size them up, trying to determine which ones were there to actually play a competitive game. Happily, I noticed that not only most of them seemed serious but also they seemed to know what they were doing around a soccer ball. There was one woman though that caught my eye. Short hair, slender but muscular frame, cute face, she was dressed in tight shorts and a sports bra over which she wore an old tee shirt with the sleeves cut off. I looked up at her to see that she was looking at me also, a gorgeous smile on her face as her eyes glanced up and down my body. I blushed a little and heard her chuckling to herself as I turned away and began to do warm up stretches.

After everyone had arrived, one of the women who I recognized as an instructor at the gym gathered us all together and explained the rules. We were quickly divided into two teams and took the field. It didn’t take long to determine that woman from earlier, who I found out was named Nicole, was a regular demon on the field. We’d ended up on opposite teams and she was playing the defender position and I was the forward.

Everyone quickly learned to keep away from her side of the field. Well, everyone but me. I would be damned if I was going to let some soccer field princess get the better of me. I was left with a sore ass, sore pride and wondering how hot hell was this time of year as I watched Nicole running off with the ball being dribbled by her feet, her well defined legs and tight ass packed into the shorts she wore. I swore out loud as I got up and dusted myself off. Looking back at her, Nicole gave me a huge I-just-owned-you smile and laughed. I tried to smile as intimidating as possible and promised myself that that would not happen again if I got the chance. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the chance because soon after that happened, the game ended. My warrior pride stung as we lost three to one but I had to admit that all the women out there played their hearts out.

I stayed out on the field to talk with the ref and by the time I made it back to the locker room, most of the other ladies were already gone. I headed over to my locker to grab my towel and prepare to take a shower. As I peeled off my sweat soaked clothes, I happened to glance back in the shower area just in time to see Nicole removing her towel. I caught the briefest glimpse of her naked form before she walked out of view. Blushing again, I turned my head and finished undressing. I didn’t know what was coming over me. I’d seen many naked women in my lifetime. Being in sports, it was just part of the game. Never before had I acted this way. Oh sure, I checked the other women out, just to see how I stacked up and occasionally, I would wonder what it would be like with another woman. But, I never acted on those urges, burying them deep inside.

Walking back to the showers, I noticed that Nicole was relaxing in the hot tub. Most of her body was covered by the bubbling water. She had her head leaning back and her eyes were closed. There was a contented smile on her face as I just stood there for a moment, gazing at her again. “Well, aren’t you going to get in?” She asked. I noticed that she was now looking at me through half lidded eyes. I started to stammer out that I needed a shower before she cut me off. “Come on, don’t be shy girl.” I smiled at that and then figured what the hell as I removed my towel and slipped into the hot water. As I did that, Nicole sat up, placing her arms on the rim of the tub. Her breast, small but well formed were plainly visible. I did my best to feign nonchalant as my mouth went dry. “Sharron, right?” Nicole asked. I nodded to my head as I tried to regain the ability to talk. “You played a hell of a game out there today.”

“Thanks. So did you.” I said. Sports bodrum escort talk gave me something to focus on and soon, Nicole and I were telling each other our life stories. Turns out, she almost went pro and even tried out for the Olympic team but couldn’t make the cut. I told her of my college years and the injury and subsequent reconstructive surgery that sidelined my hopes.

“So, what made you come here today? If you don’t mind my asking” Nicole quickly added as a sad look passed over my face.

“Um…no, I don’t mind. Same old sad story. Broke up with latest boyfriend. I was tired of his shit and had enough. Looking for something to take my mind off the pain.”

“Oh, poor guy.” My eyes shot up at her in disbelief. “It’s got to be killing him now that he no longer has a girlfriend as beautiful as you.” I laughed at that as she shot me another one of her smiles.

“Well, it not for lack of trying. He keeps texting me wanting to get back together.”

“I’d just block the bastard if I were you. Move on. I’m sure something much better is just around the corner.” With that said, Nicole stood up and stretched her body, her arms in the air as every muscle tensed. Her neatly trimmed bush was plainly visible. I tried to force myself to look away but my eyes couldn’t leave the vision of beauty that was before me. I actually followed her as she exited the tub. Her ass fit her body so well. It was slightly bubbled, giving her a nice curve. Nicole walked over to the shower area. Before she entered the stall, she again smiled at me, causing me to shudder in the steaming hot water.

Over the next few weeks, the captains quickly learned to put Nicole and myself on different teams. Together, we were unbeatable. That was okay with both of us, though. We took it as a challenge to see which one could get the better of each other. Whether I could score on her or she would block my advances.

It was just the opposite when the game ended though. Nicole tried every trick in the book to try and score on me but I blocked all of her advances. Ever since the time we first talked in the hot tub, Nicole was full of innuendo and flirting. It was driving me to distraction. At night, alone in my room, my hands would roam my naked body. I would rub my pussy to orgasm, thinking of her ass, her tits, the sexy way she smiled. But, after it was over, I would feel twinges of guilt over my fantasies. Even at work, I caught myself looking at the other women in their tight button up blouses and skirts. “Oh God, I’ve got to get laid.” I thought to myself, shaking my head, trying to clear it as I sat at my desk. That night, I used my biggest dildo on myself in an effort to put those lesbian fantasies behind me. I forced myself to remember the few men I’d been with but failed in frustration to bring myself to orgasm. I laid there, the dildo still buried deep inside me, as I let out a sigh, closed my eyes and began to have an argument with myself.

“You know what the problem is, don’t you?” I could hear Nicole’s voice in my head.

“Yeah, you. You are killing me!” I replied.

“What are you afraid of? That you’ll like it?” In my mental image of her, she was talking to me as we sat in the hot tub, her breasts clearly visible.

“Maybe. I don’t know. I mean, I’m not a dyke, am I?”

“What’s wrong with that if you are? Have any of your other relationships worked out?” Nicole was sidling up to me, putting her arm around me, our breasts touching as she held me close.

“Well, no…they haven’t. It’s just because I haven’t found Mr. Right yet.”

“And what if “Mr. Right” isn’t a man? What if she is a woman? Would that bother you?” Nicole turned my head toward her. She had one of those famous pussy melting smiles on her face.

“No. I mean, yes. I mean…” Nicole, the one in my mind, the one who I was imagining talking to, leaned in and kissed me. Tenderly. I didn’t even realize that I was working the dildo in and out of my pussy as my fantasy lover caressed my body, inserting her tongue in my mouth as her hand traveled under the water to lightly brush against my swollen clit. A very real orgasm pulsed through me right then as I clenched down, coating my fingers with my juices. I held my breath for a few moments as the pleasurable waves crashed over me, then let out one long sigh when it was done. I could still see her, smiling at me, as my body returned to a state of normalcy. Then, I opened my eyes. Nothing. My eyes focused on the ceiling. I couldn’t help myself as I felt tears beginning to form and drip down my face. As I started to cry, I could feel all of the negative emotions pushing up in me, trying to get out. Frustration in my inability to have a lasting relationship. Fear of what just happened. Anger at myself for being afraid. The cowardice I felt in not being able to be honest with myself. With Nicole. All of it culminated in my body wracked with sobs, tears staining my bed, as I curled up in a fetal position, wishing someone was here to hold me. No, türkbükü escort I thought to myself. Wishing she was here to hold me.

The next day was supposed to be a match but when I got to the field, the skies opened up and started pouring down rain. Now, I wasn’t adverse to getting a little dirty but it was agreed that today’s game would be postponed. Sighing in disappointment, I went back to the locker room to change. There were a few other women in there and then Nicole walked in. I hadn’t been avoiding her but I did find it difficult to look her in the eyes. She definitely could tell something was bothering me though. “Hey, you okay Sharron?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, just a little bummed out cause of the rain.” I answered, trying to put a smile on my face. “Not looking forward to going home to an empty apartment, that’s all.”

“Well, you could always come over to my place, you know.” I nodded as Nicole made the offer. She’d offered before and I always came up with some excuse why I couldn’t.

“Yeah, I know. I…would like that, thanks.” The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Nicole’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Really? Cool! You can follow me if you want or we can take my car. Either way.” I thought about it for a minute. If things became super uncomfortable, I would want a way out without having to rely on anyone.

“Yeah, I’ll follow you if you don’t mind.” I said, as I closed my locker. Nicole flashed me one of her smiles and a little tingle shot up my spine as we grabbed our bags and went to our cars. On the way there, all types of scenarios played in my mind. I was shaking a little by the time Nicole stopped her car in front of a duplex. I parked behind her and sat for a moment, trying to calm my nerves. All sorts of conflicting emotions were coursing through me right then. Then, as I watched her leave the car, my mind settled on determination and I opened the door and followed her up the path to her front door.

Her place was nicely furnished with framed pictures on the wall of her family and an enlarged photograph of a beautiful landscape of a city at night. “Welcome to my humble abode.” Nicole said as she removed her shoes. I did the same, not wanting to get her carpet wet and followed her to a couch. We sat there in uncomfortable silence for a moment before Nicole asked if I would like some wine. “You definitely look like you could use some.” I nodded and she quickly poured us each a glass of Merlot. “Now, you want to talk to me about what’s troubling you?” She asked, looking into my eyes.

“It’s…it’s nothing, really.” I stammered.

“Oh yeah, that’s convincing.” I smiled at her statement and took sip. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the flavor and steeling my nerves.

“Okay, yeah, you got me. I cried last night.”

“And…” Nicole replied, trying to prompt me further.

“It…it was because I didn’t have anyone in bed with me.” I half expected a smart alec reply but instead, Nicole just looked at me expectantly, a touch of sadness in her eyes. “Oh God, this is embarrassing.” I said. I wanted to tell her but it was so difficult.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” I nodded at her statement. We weren’t exactly the best of friends but she was as close to one as I currently had.

“I tried getting myself off last night thinking about the men I was with. Thinking about the men I would like to be with.” I finally said after a long pause.

“Let me guess. It didn’t work?” Again I nodded and took a large drink from the glass. “So, did you finally get off?” Once more, I nodded yes. “What finally did it?” At that, my eyes shot up and looked directly at her. It took a moment for Nicole to grasp the meaning of my gesture and I let out a little chuckle as her eyes got big and she leaned back onto the arm of the couch. “And…what? You feel guilty about that?” My mind wandered briefly to the night before where I had an argument with myself and the voice in my head was hers.

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never felt this way before. About another woman.” I added after a pregnant pause. “At that moment, after I came, I felt so alone. I just wanted someone there. Well, actually, I wanted you there.”

“Why didn’t you call then? You know I would have come over.” Nicole said, her tone soothing but I could also detect something else. Hurt, maybe. She laid her hand on mine. It was an intimate gesture of friendship but, for a second, my heart raced at the contact. I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I glanced out the window. The rain was really coming down right then, the overcast skies muting all of the colors to various shades of grey. I drank the remaining wine in my glass down before answering her.

“I know. It just…something stopped me. Fear I guess.”

“Of what? Finding out that you are sexually attracted to women? Realizing you’re bisexual? You do know that there are worse things in this world that you could konacık escort be, right?” I let out a little choking laugh.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. I just know that, when I leave here, I’m going back to an empty apartment.” I let out a sigh right then, my head turning back to look outside.

“You don’t have to go home right now.” Nicole said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I turned back around and felt a tear trickle down my cheek. She reached her hand out and brushed it away, her fingers barely touching my face. I closed my eyes and leaned into her hand. She cupped my cheek and I heard the couch creak a little from her shifting her weight. That’s when I felt Nicole’s lips touch mine.

The kiss was soft and lasted only for a moment but it stopped my heart. The only kisses I’d received prior to this point were from men, aggressively mashing their lips to mine as if to claim me, to show me the fierceness of their passion. I licked my lips, my eyes still closed, then smiled. When I opened them, it took me a second to focus on Nicole. She had a look on her face that was have anxious, half hopeful. We sat in silence, the only sound being the rain hitting the window. Then I reached out, taking her hand in mine. I rubbed the back of her fingers with my thumb, trying to think of what I wanted to do. She was looking at me in silence, awaiting my decision. Finally, something in my brain clicked. I wanted this, even if it was just once. Nicole was here, desiring me, and I would be a fool if I passed this opportunity.

I grasped her hand and pulled her toward me. We both leaned forward at the same time and met in the middle. This time, the kiss wasn’t just a quick, tentative brush on the lips. My desire for this woman, the one who I’d been lying in bed thinking erotic thoughts about ever since that fateful day, quickly overrode any inhibitions that I’d been feeling earlier. I inhaled deeply, the scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils as the kiss between us deepened. Nicole’s lips parted and I felt the tip of her tongue touch me. I opened my mouth, inviting her in. I’d moved my hands up her arms to hold her close to me and when I felt her tongue brush mine, my hands clenched, gripping her tightly.

Finally, after what felt like this side of forever, we broke the kiss, pulling back. I bit my lower lip as Nicole stood up, looking down at me. She reached out to me, not saying a word. I took her hands, letting her pull me up. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she started walking up the stairs, leading me along. Her bedroom was small, dominated by a queen sized bed and a dresser with a large mirror mounted on the top. Nicole let go of my hand and turned away from me, facing the mirror. She was watching my reaction as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it off, revealing her lacy white brassiere. I thought she was going to unhook it but then she put her arms by her side and stood there expectantly. I knew what she wanted. My hands shook a little as I reached out and undid the hooks holding the undergarment to her body. I moved my fingers up to her shoulders and brushed the straps off. The bra fell to the floor as I stepped forward, pressing myself against her naked flesh. I caught sight of us in the mirror as I leaned down, planting a kiss on her neck while my hands traveled down her arms and moved to her small but well formed breasts. Her nipples were hard. I could feel them poking the palms of my hands as I caressed her tits.

I gently bit down on Nicole’s neck which caused her to let out a small gasp as I moved from her chest and explored other parts of her body. My hands traveled down to her flat stomach and then to her sides before stopping at the waistband of her shorts. Her skin was soft, smooth under my wandering hands. My lips moved from her neck to her ear, my tongue lightly touching her earlobe. “I want you.” I whispered, then began to push down her shorts. I knelt down as I did, my hands never leaving her legs and my lips trailing kisses down her spine. I felt her shudder as I kissed the small of her back and I pulled away, looking at her panty clad ass. It was the same lacy white fabric of her bra and I touched the garment, feeling her tight bottom through the material. That’s when the scent of her arousal hit my nose. She kicked off the shorts as I turned her around, still on my knees. I looked up right then to see Nicole smiling that smile of hers down at me.

I smiled back and started to lower her panties down her legs. Her well trimmed bush came into view, then the lips of her vagina, engorged and shiny with her juices. Licking my lips at the sight, I leaned forward until my nose was tickled by the small patch of hair on her mons. I closed my eyes and tentatively poked my tongue out, for the first time in my life, tasting the fluids of another woman. I was pleasantly surprised at the taste, a little sweeter than mine with a hint of tanginess. Again, my tongue snaked out and I gathered up more of her delicious juices, savoring each taste. Nicole spread her legs apart and placed her hands on the back of my head, holding me close to her. It wasn’t necessary though. Right then, I wouldn’t have left the spot on the floor I was kneeling at if the house was on fire. I grabbed her well muscled thighs, feeling them tense as I began to feast in earnest on her delicious pussy.

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Please, don’t ask me to explain how it happened, I don’t know myself. Perhaps it was a late-night noise which awoke me from a pleasant dream, perhaps it was merely the need to see that everything was all right, that the windows were closed and the door to our shared apartment locked, or to get a drink from the communal kitchen. Perhaps it was the strange feeling that we were alone, that everyone else had gone off the day before on vacation and we were still stuck here over the weekend. There was simply no noise at all: the other bedrooms all empty, forlorn, and their doors either left open or hiding no secrets; the kitchen had been cleaned of all edible food; the dishes were in their places, the cutlery was gone, there was no smell of brewing coffee or pizza remains. I don’t know why I opened your bedroom door, we don’t know one another that well and our ideals are totally diverse, and I certainly don’t know why, when I saw the two of you there, I stood and watched.

The only thing I know about your boyfriend, apart from his name and appearance, is that you think he’s well-hung. I don’t know how often you’ve mentioned how big he is, nor to how many people; after a while it gets boring and we – at least I – start thinking that this is the only good thing about him you’ve been able to find.

Your reading light is on next to the bed, casting grotesque shadows on the far wall and he is humping you. I can’t think of any other word to describe it: his movements are hard and deep; your words are encouraging, but calm as if nothing is disturbing you. I can almost imagine you reading that book as he pumps away from behind you. It doesn’t take long. A few more deep thrusts and he is finished, pulls out immediately and throws himself down beside you, arm across his eyes. He really is well-built, but my eyes are drawn to you; open and used. You sigh and let yourself slowly down onto your stomach once more: I hear the complaint in your breath, you don’t need to use words. But still he asks you, and you lie to him. It was good for you too, you say, and I know you can’t look him in the eyes when you utter these words. I close the door quietly behind me only to hear bodrum escort him start up on the bed as I hurry away, then your voice, placid, unfulfilled: there’s no one else here, I told you that, we’re all alone tonight. Later I hear him let himself out through the front door of our apartment; you don’t go with him to say goodnight.

You looked at me strangely this morning, as I made myself a cup of instant coffee in the kitchen, as if you really hadn’t known that I was still there, but we didn’t exchange any words. No good morning greeting, no questions about plans for the weekend or when we’d be travelling back home for the long summer vacation with our families. We live in two different worlds, separated by countless miles filled with a lack of interest, a lack of need to get to know one another better. Would it have been better had I left it that way?

I don’t know what came over me this evening, maybe I just wanted to see whether he had come back for his little bit of ready tail, maybe I wanted to try and talk things through with you, woman to woman. I opened your door quietly, just as I had done last night, and saw you lying there on the bed. You had on that light cotton top and the grey cotton shorts, your legs were up in the air and crossed at the ankles, there was the light buzz of music from somewhere and then I saw that you had earplugs in: you hadn’t heard me come in; you didn’t know I was there.

I think about two minutes passed with me just looking at you, looking at your shapely legs and the enticing curve of your ass through those tight shorts. After a while you let your legs drop back down on the rumpled bed sheets, slightly apart, and I held my breath as I saw just how tight your shorts really are when you lie down. I felt that familiar spark of interest as my eyes registered the line of your ass; the fullness of your buns; the grip of fabric between your legs and the clear line of your pussy. You pushed the book away, took off your glasses and laid them on the bedside table. I thought you would turn over and see me, and was ready to speak even if you couldn’t hear me above the sound of muğla escort your music. Instead I watched as you arched your back slightly, pushing your ass up into the air, just a few inches off the bed clothes, and then I saw your hand. It moved slowly down the left side of your back and across your buttocks, stroking gently and then, sneaking under your side, I saw the fabric of your shorts stretch even more, and the line of your fingers as they snaked under the elastic and began rubbing your pussy. You moved slowly: teasing yourself; concentrating on your clit; sliding back and forth with gentle passion. The cotton shorts stretched and gripped, had I been closer I might have been able to see the tight pucker of your ass hole. Instead I heard your moans and sighs, and saw a small streak of wetness as one finger dipped in and out of your pussy. I closed the door silently behind me, and watched you play.

The first small shudders came quickly, one after another. Your breathing was rapid and shallow, your fingers moved faster and, through the grey cloth, I could see that you were using two fingers now; two fingers probing that moist, hidden opening. I moved closer to you, padding softly across the thick carpet with my bare feet, not for a moment thinking how I would be able to explain if you turned around now, if you saw my shadow or sensed my presence.

The mattress dipped slightly as I placed one knee on the very edge, and you stopped your play, startled, and said his name. You didn’t turn. Instead you took the earplugs out, switched off the player and, with your one free hand, switched off the bedside lamp.

The room was bathed in the subtle light of a streetlamp, falling through the drawn curtains. It took me a moment before my eyes became used to the darkness, but I didn’t stop to see what I already knew was there. I could hear your fingers: the sucking noise as they went in and out of your pussy; the slight slap of your palm; the moist cotton rubbing against your ass. I knelt, my legs to either side of yours, and traced the line of your back with my hands; moving slowly up and then back gümüşlük escort down, across your buttocks and the backs of your thighs. You raised your ass up higher as my hands went over your buns once more, and I pressed a little bit harder, feeling the firm flesh, letting my thumbs go into the hidden crevice and separate your cheeks before slowly easing the shorts down to your knees, leaning forward and kissing you gently; light kisses, a little tongue, my hands stroking. You arched up further and I let my tongue explore between your welcoming buttocks, running from the line of your pussy upwards, taking the moisture your fingers brought out and spreading it across your tight ass hole, mingled with my eager saliva. As my tongue touches the pink skin of your ass hole I hear you moan, hear your fingers digging deeper inside your pussy. I feel the slight spasms of your beginning orgasm; sense the tightening of your muscles as your ass cheeks close inward across my face, and I push my tongue as deep inside your ass as I can, wiggling and probing, the salty taste spurring me on.

I sense a surge of moisture, your pussy juices splatter across my neck as you take your fingers out and prop yourself up without turning towards me. I see your pussy lips opening and contracting, the pink prominence of your clit, and move my tongue rapidly downwards, savoring your juices and flicking back and forwards, my hands gripping your hips, pushing me further in between your legs. You cum in a fast, long flow of wetness and I lap as much up as I can, running my tongue up and down your pussy, pushing it between your pulsating lips until you flop forward on the bed and I lose my grip. I lick the wet remains from the insides of your thighs, from your pussy, from your ass, my face soaked and warm, then stand and, as quietly as I can, go back to my bedroom, tired, exalted, satiated in your pleasure.

I am a light sleeper, the stirring of the wind can wake me on a calm summer evening, but I am so tired now, so overwhelmed from what I have done, that I sink into a deep, dreamless slumber almost immediately. The scent of your body is in my every sense: the taste of your juices; the passion of your movements; the sight of your tight ass hole clenching in orgasm; the sight of your pussy opening and closing, first with your fingers, then with my tongue, finally as you gave yourself up to your innermost desires. We don’t know one another well, but I am the holder of your darkest, most intimate secret.

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