"All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running until the start of the exhibition."

It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Chase taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.

She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them – nor even anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this way. Chase hadn't had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used for.

Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the edge of the loft. Chase felt her chest tighten with excitement. It was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Chase felt her thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.

"I'm Jaimee," she introduced herself simply once Chase found the stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French manicure. Chase was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they shook hands.

"Chase," she reciprocated. "I teach the upper-level fine arts courses here."

"I know," Jaimee smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. "I watch you a lot."

Chase tried to mask her expression, but Jaimee saw through the attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.

"I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at the chance to get one of them. I just love art," she explained.

Chase was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but Jaimee had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jaimee a warm smile. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked. "I've been meaning to come take a look up here, but I'm always too busy."

"I work in alumni relations," Jaimee said, then gave Chase a short description of what that entailed. "Mostly, my day is spent on the phone or talking with people," she concluded.

"I've only seen you in passing a couple of times before today," Chase noted.

Jaimee nodded. "I host a number of events as part of the job, so I'm often out of the office or traveling."

"That must be tough on your husband, if you're married," Chase ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a wedding band. Something about Jaimee excited her very deeply, but she guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be bisexual or a lesbian.

"No, I'm not married," Jaimee said wistfully.

"Boyfriend?"

A sour expression crossed Jaimee's face. "If you can call him that, I guess." It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Chase left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.

"Say, those are great glasses!"

Jaimee smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.

Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta, and copious amounts of giggling, Chase was lying in her bed. Or perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present, and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the evening. Soon Chase could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.

Chase was not the prototypical lesbian – not by a long shot. Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for makeup, she would never have been called a "dyke" by anyone. But she hadn't been with a man since her first year of college, and didn't have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jaimee's pussy must taste and smell like.

Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Chase hadn't been with a woman in several months – since before leaving France, in fact. Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to herself, is that she didn't have to hide away her toys from prying eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.

Chase withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander. Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jaimee filled her mind. Chase felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.

That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining kissing Jaimee's soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough to bring Chase to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo against her oozing gash. She didn't try to fuck herself right away; instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo, letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.

That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long, steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jaimee's clenching pussy.

Over the course of the next couple weeks, Chase and Jaimee saw each other occasionally. As she had described, Jaimee was often out of the office, and as a professor Chase spent as much time out of the classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.

Chase learned gradually that Jaimee's boyfriend of the past year, Mitch, left a lot to be desired. It wasn't that he was abusive, or anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn't that Jaimee was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches inevitably left Chase heated and masturbating both in the women's room during the day, and in her bedroom at night.

But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely frustrating for Chase. As their friendship deepened, it became more difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Chase found herself staring constantly at Jaimee's firm 32B breasts, especially on those days when Jaimee wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really felt like she had been "caught", but Jaimee never said anything about it.

One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Chase had noticed that Jaimee was dressed a little sexier than normal, and wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the fruity liquor, Chase couldn't keep herself from making a comment.

"Jaimee, you look great tonight," she said lightly. "What's the occasion?"

Jaimee scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled, she finally responded.

"I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But right before I ran into you he called and cancelled – said there was a game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this shit all the fucking time!"

Chase was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jaimee realized she had stunned her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times in a single sentence, in front of Chase.

Chase struggled to find something to say. From what she had come to believe, this was vintage Mitch, and she felt that the guy was a real jerk who didn't deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?

Luckily Jaimee solved the problem for her by calling for the check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a couple large to-go cups. "Let's get out of here," Jaimee said, taking Chase's arm.

"Where do you want to go?" Chase asked. Not that it really mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to spend more time with the object of her desires.

"Isn't your place just around the corner?" Jaimee asked gaily. "We can play cards or something."

That settled, the two blondes left the restaurant arm in arm and headed out along the moderately trafficked Main Street. Chase had rented a medium-sized apartment right in town when she had arrived at the college earlier that fall. It was convenient to shopping, dining, and the small four-screen cinema downtown. This evening she was very glad to have chosen such a convenient location. Jaimee surprised her once again as they passed the corner store by her apartment though.

"Hang on for a second – I want to get some cigarettes," she said and dashed inside.

She returned in a minute with a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and matches. Stripping the wrapping from the box, she pulled out an all-white cigarette and put it between her lips, then lit it with a match. Chase was amazed and it showed on her face.

"I didn't know you smoked," she said incredulously.

Jaimee grinned and exhaled a stream of smoke. "I only do it when I've been drinking and in certain moods," she admitted. She took another deep drag and pulled Chase along before any further questions could be asked.

Upon arriving in the apartment, Jaimee cooed with delight at the canvases that covered the walls. Most were unframed and had a raw, powerful energy to them. She examined each closely, not realizing that Chase was standing right behind her until she backed up into her. Chase felt her cunt lurch when Jaimee's back pressed against her breasts. Jaimee stepped only slightly forward and looked over her shoulder into Chase's eyes. "Did you do all of these?" she asked breathlessly.

"Most of them," Chase nodded. "You like?"

Jaimee's eyes were glowing. "They're incredible. You're a wonderful artist!" They talked about the paintings for a few minutes, and then Jaimee asked where the bathroom was.

"Down that hallway, across from my bedroom," Chase pointed. She headed into the kitchen to get real glasses for the sangria while Jaimee went to the restroom. A couple of minutes later a surprised burst of laughter startled her. Jaimee was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, looking through her open bedroom door.

"I see why you don't need a boyfriend," she teased nervously, reaching into her purse and taking out another cigarette.

Chase was aghast, and felt the blood drain from her face as her angelic friend mirthfully lit up. Dreading what she knew she would find, she walked to the doorway and looked in – and there it was, her biggest dildo sitting atop the second set of pillows. She hadn't been expecting company and hadn't bothered to hide it after an interlude the night before.

Suddenly Jaimee realized how stricken and embarrassed her friend was. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said touching Chase's shoulder. "Hell, I wish I were so lucky to have toys like that. Mitch won't let me."

Something snapped in Chase at that moment. She no longer cared about the risks of rejection. She was so desperately attracted to Jaimee that nothing was going to be able to stop her from acting.

"Well, that's one reason I don't have boyfriends," Chase said softly. She sidled closer as Jaimee took a long puff from her cigarette. "And to be blunt, your boyfriend sounds like he doesn't deserve you. You should be treated better."

A pink flush began traveling up Jaimee's neck and cheeks. She found herself looking intently at Chase's ample 38D breasts advancing towards her.

"I have to tell you," Chase warned in a husky voice, "Looking at my tits like that is going to cause an intense reaction."

Jaimee looked up, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Umm…you, well…you've looked at my chest…I think…maybe once or twice…"

That was as far as she got before Chase's lips were upon hers, gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened her smoky mouth and let Chase's tongue penetrate to flick against her own in a wet duel. Jaimee felt Chase's hand slide up to cup one of her breasts and found her body responding, pushing forward to increase the amount of contact.

"Oh God," she whispered. "I've never done this before…been with a woman."

"You wanted it, though," Chase insisted.

Jaimee nodded, kissing Chase again. "I did…I didn't realize it, but that's exactly right…I think I sensed that you…"

Chase hushed her, kissing her firmly and exploring her delicious mouth with an agile pink tongue. "I'm going to show you pleasure in ways your boyfriend couldn't dream of," she promised. She led Jaimee into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jaimee wore a navy blouse and a cream colored skirt, with flesh colored lace bra and panties. It was a subtle but sexy ensemble that was soon revealed as Chase pulled away the blouse and skirt. She cupped one of Jaimee's pert tits in her hand and lifted it, kissing the smooth flesh to the accompanying moans of her inexperienced friend.

Jaimee was like putty in her hands. She was in sensory overload as her mind tried to process all that was occurring. When Chase hooked two fingers in her panties, she obligingly rocked her hips and lifted her feet to enable the underwear to fall away, revealing a closely trimmed blonde bush. The sight was incredible, exactly as Chase had imagined it. She moved a finger down to tease a droplet of wetness from between the slightly dangling lips, then brought it to her mouth and enjoyed the flavor.

"Mmm," she moaned huskily. "You taste just like I've been hoping you would." Noticing Jaimee starting to bounce a little on her feet, Chase realized that her new blonde lover was a bit impatient. She moved her hand back down between Jaimee's legs and found her to be quite wet. Casually, she rubbed a finger lightly up and down through the moist slit for several seconds as they kissed again. Then she pushed Jaimee toward the bed.

Her voice a little shaky, Jaimee motioned with her half-gone cigarette. "Do you have someplace I could put this out?" she inquired.

"Don't worry about it – it's kind of sexy. You can smoke while I eat," Chase replied, pressing Jaimee onto the sheets of the bed so that she was resting with her legs spread widely. Chase knelt before her nearly naked friend, still fully dressed herself. "Pull the cups off your tits," she commanded softly. Jaimee instantly complied, revealing disproportionately large areolas and nipples the color of pink grapefruit. Chase lowered her face into Jaimee's oozing sex.

This close up, the scent was intoxicating. She paused to simply breathe it in, enjoying the familiarity of aroused female musk, and the subtle differences that made this pussy foreign to all others she had known. She could smell different flavors of it as her face moved slowly closer to the source. Slowly it grew richer and more intense until her lips were resting in the slick crease and her nose was tickling the clit. Jaimee arched, trying to increase the gradually building pressure against her mound.

"Come on Chase, lick me," she begged. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled hard. "I want to know what it feels like to have a woman do it."

As much as she wanted to wait, make Jaimee beg for it until desperate, Chase couldn't restrain herself. Not after those hard weeks of hiding her feelings. She simply pressed her tongue into the depths of the steaming slit and tasted the sweet honey within. Then in a single long stroke she licked from the base of Jaimee's gash up to her clit. From the head of the bed came a loud moan, muffled by the soft legs pressed against Chase's ears.

For the next few minutes Chase settled into a straightforward routine. She would lick and kiss Jaimee's erect little clit until her body rocked from side to side in vast waves of pleasure. Then she would slip lower, until she felt the folds of the soft vaginal skin spread to engulf her tongue and let the warm cunt-syrup collect in her mouth before swallowing. Soon Jaimee was in complete rapture.

When Chase pulled away for a moment, Jaimee's disappointment was instantly obvious. Chase simply smiled mysteriously and asked for the big dildo on the pillow.

"Oh God," Jaimee whispered as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped from within her. "I need something so badly…but it's so big. It's much bigger than Mitch's cock. In fact, it's bigger than anything I've ever had inside me…" Nevertheless, she grasped the heavy dong in one hand that failed to close around it, and slowly handed it to Chase.

Chase smiled. "Close your eyes baby," she whispered soothingly. "I can make you feel better than he can." It was the opportunity that she had awaited since the moment she first saw Jaimee – a chance to introduce her to the pleasures of the gentler sex, and to show her why someone like Mitch who didn't appreciate her properly did not deserve her.

She wiped the thick black dildo through Jaimee's dripping gash several times until it was well and completely lubricated. Then, once again affixing her mouth to that delicious rosebud clit, she began working it into Jaimee's depths with short, firm strokes. The head slipped in surprisingly easily, since it was actually the thickest part of the dildo. However, at about an inch in, Chase encountered some resistance.

From that point on, every stroke of the dildo was a struggle against the natural tightness of Jaimee's tunnel. With each thrust, a bit more of it disappeared into the blonde thatched pussy as the skin stretched to accommodate the immense girth. Within seconds of starting, Jaimee began riding one gigantic wave of constant climax. She had never been so thoroughly and completely filled in her life, and the experience was incredibly intense for her. Her cries filled the room as she begged Chase not to stop, never to stop…

Finally Chase came up to lie next to the exhausted, lithe blonde whose darkest nether regions she had so skillfully probed. Most of Jaimee's makeup had sweated off from the pleasure she had received, but to Chase she looked incredible beautiful. They kissed gently for several minutes and Chase enjoyed the feeling of Jaimee sucking her own essence from her tongue and lips.

"I want to do you now," Jaimee said. "I don't know what to do, exactly, but I want to try." So saying, she put her hands on Chase's shoulders and pushed her flat onto her back. The position caused Chase's large breasts to strain the buttons of her blouse, and Jaimee used her teeth to sensually release each button from its tension. Soon the shirt fell away of its own accord to reveal a full-cupped black satin bra.

"It's takes quite a bra to hold in boobs like yours, doesn't it?" Jaimee teased her. Fortunately, it was a front clasping bra, which made it quite easy to free the heavy tits from their confinement. Chase's nipples were of average size, but quite dark, and very hard by this point. Jaimee lowered her head to Chase's chest and began gently suckling on one breast almost as if she were nursing. At first Chase found the sensation merely interesting, although erotic since it was her lover's first contact with another woman. But after a few minutes of the steadily growing pressure she found her breath growing short. Meanwhile, Jaimee was firmly pinching and rolling the other nipple with one hand, and squeezing the breast she was sucking with the other hand, as if she were milking it.

The sensation grew in intensity until Chase felt like there was a direct electrical connection running from her breast to her pussy. Jaimee's intense suction felt like she was trying to draw the essence of Chase's sexuality out through just the nipple. Surprisingly it led to a small orgasm. When Jaimee pulled away, the nipple was red, swollen, and throbbing with blood flowing near the skin.

"That was nice," Jaimee commented. She then turned her attention to the other nipple and repeated the process. It came faster this time, and also more powerfully, and within a few minutes another climax rippled through Chase's body.

Jaimee gave Chase a few seconds to recover, then slid downwards – rubbing her much smaller breasts down Chase's legs as she drew off her pants. Gazing upon the shaved twat that glistened before her, Jaimee felt an overwhelming desire course through her. Suddenly she understood instinctively what Chase must have felt between her low legs. She lowered her mouth to the bald cunt and took her first taste of another woman.

It rapidly became five, then twenty, then hundreds of tastes as she let her pink tongue explore the myriad crevices and folds of skin down there with leisurely abandon. For Chase, though, there was nothing leisurely about it. She was shuddering with pleasure at Jaimee's raw talent.

"The dildo…" she gasped, "Give it to me…hard – fast!"

Jaimee felt around the bed without turning her face away. Soon enough she found the thick dong and grasped it. It was still sticky with her own juices. She put the head of it to Chase's cunt and, heeding the frenzied demands, pushed it smoothly up her until the heavy cyberskin balls were bumping Chase's puckered anus.

"Fuck…" Jaimee whispered in shock, amazed at the ease with which the dong had slid home in her new lover. Chase reached down and took dual handfuls of Jaimee's wavy blonde hair, pulling her face tightly into her pussy and climaxing so hard that she squirted small amounts of cunt juices onto Jaimee's lips and cheeks. Her screams were loud enough to echo from the walls and Jaimee was thankful that the windows were closed.

Some time later, as their bodies lay entwined and they snuggled in a romantic afterglow, Chase asked the question that was sitting heavily in her mind.

"So Jaimee, was this a one-time thing? Or do you think you might be interested in being my girlfriend? And what about Mitch?"

Jaimee smiled. "I think Mitch is history. You definitely made me feel better all right." And she leaned in to kiss the new woman in her life.

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"Hi, how's it going?" Beth asked. Sara was surprised Beth had even recognised that Sara was on the bid team. Beth ran the whole show, and Sara was just a summer intern filling in time before her first year at university. But then it was typical of Beth to know that kind of detail. She was an impressive lady, and all the more so because despite her success in business she seemed, so far as Sara was able to tell, to be a decent person too. And pretty, and a husband and two kids. At 42 Beth seemed to have it all. Sara sighed. One day.

"Fine, thanks," Sara replied. She wasn't sure what she was meant to say.

"How do you think the presentation went?" asked Beth. Again, Sara was surprised. Why the hell did Beth care what Sara thought?

"Well I thought it was pretty good, but maybe too many figures and not enough vision thing." It was bold to criticise, but what the hell, it was a summer job, and Beth had asked.

"Ha." Beth didn't seem upset. "I thought so too. You're our summer intern right?" Sara nodded. "Is it Sara?" Sara really was impressed. "Listen, I think I'm done here, and I hate this kind of alcoholic gladhanding anyway. Care to have a nightcap in my suite? You can remind me what it's like to have it all ahead."

Walking into Beth's suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn't know how excited Sara was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara's excitement was much baser. Although Sara's sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth's grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if she'd made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure. How did she find the time to work out with all her other responsibilities?

They chatted, mainly about Sara's plans and where the bid was going, sipping minibar whiskey. Eventually, after a lot longer than Sara would ever have imagined, Beth said she had to get to bed. "My back kills me," she said, as if explanation were needed. "I had a car smash two years ago and it always gets me late at night. Tends to mean I don't sleep too well, which is a pain."

Sara's heartbeat suddenly surged. She couldn't say it, could she? "I give a mean massage, Beth. I learned on the beach in Thailand last year."

"You went to Thailand when you were seventeen?" Yes, but did she want the massage? "God I hope I'm as liberal with my daughter. That's a nice offer, Sara, thanks. Can't hurt, I guess."

Sara walked around the back of Beth's chair and gently rested her hands on Beth's shoulders. Even standing there felt so erotic, Sara's face just inches from Beth's head. She began working her fingers quite firmly along Beth's shoulder, and she could feel the older woman's bra strap under the white silk material of her blouse.

"Mm, Sara, that does feel good, you were right."

"Well this isn't really the right way to do it." Sara was shocking herself. How could she try to seduce the boss? Ridiculous. She'd probably destroy all the good work she'd done up to now. But the siren voices get pulling her onward. And the damp feeling between her legs. "On the beach you'd be lying down and, well, I could have access to all your back." There, she'd said it. Sounded innocuous enough, didn't it?

"My you are a perfectionist, Sara. Show this attitude in business and you'll get far. Actually the thought of a massage on my bed sounds delicious. You really don't have to."

No, but I really do want to, thought Sara. As Beth wandered through to the bedroom she called over her shoulder "I suppose you want my blouse off, right?" Sara rushed to follow, to see.

"Yes."

Beth slid the top easily over her head. She began to climb onto the bed, then a thought struck her. "What about the bra? You're going to tell me they didn't wear tops in Thailand, right?"

"Well it doesn't really matter, but the straps do get in the way. It's definitely easier without."

"Okay. I've been dying to get this thing off all day anyway." Beth reached behind and unclipped the bra, and Sara had a quick glimpse of Beth's full white breasts before she lay down on the bed. Sara moved beside her and began massaging Beth's back. Good skin, too, what an incredible woman.

"Mm that's good."

Beth worked away for a couple of minutes, but still the voices and the heat in her pussy drove her on. "There's a couple of things, if you want the full Rolls Royce treatment. First, I can't get to the small of the back, for that you have to take your skirt off. And," – she gulped, she wasn't really going to say this, was she? – "for me to get both my hands working properly I have to straddle you." She thought of apologising, but wouldn't that draw attention to her ulterior motive?

"Well, so long as you don't tell the whole team you saw me like this," Beth joked, sitting up to remove her skirt. Sara just couldn't stop herself, and glanced down at Beth's breasts. They were so creamy, and Beth's nipples were large and brown. Sara looked away quickly, blushing furiously, but Beth didn't seem to have noticed anything untoward as she stood up and sneaked her skirt to the floor, quickly followed by her pantyhose. Beth's panties were plain, navy, but a surprisingly sexy cut for a business-leading mum of two.

As Beth lay back on the bed, almost naked, Sara fumbled with her own skirt. "Um, I think I'd best take this off, I don't think rucking it up would work." She couldn't undo the fastener for what seemed ages, then finally she was slipping it down, but what the hell to do with the pantyhose? She felt ridiculous wandering around in it, but there wasn't any "business case" for it. What the hell, she thought, and scooted it down, saying "for the full Thailand effect."

"I can almost hear the waters lapping," was Beth's reply. She still sounded so relaxed. "Is that a thong?"

Sara was surprised Beth could see, but then she realised there was a mirror behind her, and her blouse only hung half way down her bum. "Um, yes, I have a thing about VPL, sorry."

"Don't apologise, girl, if you've got it, flaunt it. You've got a great body."

"So have you." Sara really only meant it as a return compliment, but she felt it sounded more than that. She tried to cover up as she moved towards the bed. "Do you work out?"

"I try to jog every day." Sara climbed onto the bed, and straddled the tops of Beth's legs. The crotch of her panties was just inches from Beth's panty-clad bum, and Sara wondered if Beth could feel the heat from Sara's pussy.

The massage was tender, firm, and infintely sensuous as Sara skirted so close to Beth's breasts and bum. Sara could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked through, and she had to be careful not to let the wetness brush Beth's flesh.

"This is so beautiful, Sara, you're so kind to do this for me." No no, thought Sara, the pleasure really is all mine. "Do you know I can't think the last time I let go, like this, Sara? All day I'm in charge, and then in the evening I'm telling the kids what to do. Just putting myself in the hands of another person, feels so incredible. And you have lovely soft hands, Sara."

"Thank you." Sara paused. Could she do it? Could she really push it? "Do you want me to take this massage to the next level, Beth?"

"I thought this was the Rolls Royce."

"Well I'm offering the top of the range Rolls Royce. Trust me, if you want to let go, this will feel incredible."

"Sounds too good to be true," murmured Beth.

"Trust me," whispered Sara.

"Well I think I know what you're going to say," said Beth. She sounded so relaxed, so contented, so compliant. "And I know I should say no. But as of right now the shoulds are out of the window, and I am putty in your hands, miss. Tell me what to do."

"Take off your panties," said Sara. She could scarcely get the words out of her mouth.

"I told you I knew what you were going to say." But Beth reached back anyway and slipped her panties down. Her bum was white and soft and fleshy. She really did still have a good figure.

As Sara began unbuttoning her blouse Beth raised an eyebrow. "You have to get undressed too?"

"I want to get undressed too." Something about Beth's tone gave Sara confidence to talk how she wanted. How Beth wanted. Sara unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Beth looked at Sara's breasts without comment, and Sara could feel her nipples stiffen in response. Then Sara pulled her thong down and Beth's gaze dropped to Sara's neat vee of pubic hair.

"I didn't invite you up here for this," said Beth as Sara walked slowly back to the bed. "In fact I've never done anything like this." Sara climbed onto the bed, and straddled Beth in the same position as before, only this time she knew Beth could feel Sara's pubic hair brushing against her upper thighs and bum.

"Trust me." For a long time the massage was like before, concentrating on all the "innocent" parts of Beth's body. It was a deliberate tease, Sara's fingers moving closer and closer to Beth's lower back then pulling away at the very last minute.

But then, finally, when Sara couldn't wait any more, she stroked her fingers down onto the soft flesh of Beth's bum. She just teased and stroked Beth's buttocks for a while, before, once again, her own need drove her on.

Ever since Thailand, and the American woman in Phuket, Sara had had a thing about anal sex. More of an obsession, really. Samantha had focused almost totally on Sara's bum, and although at the time Sara hadn't been that bothered, in the months since some of Sam's obsession must have rubbed off as Sara found her erotic attentions increasingly centred on other women's butts. There hadn't been much opportunity to do much about it, but now Sara had Beth beneath her and she felt she could do what she wanted with her.

Sara slowly pulled apart the older woman's bum cheeks to inspect her prize. The flesh around Beth's bumhole and up and down the bottom of her crack was stained brown, and there was a cluster of soft wispy hairs around the wrinkled crater of Beth's anus. Sara stayed like that for maybe a minute, holding Beth's bum open, wondering what kind of thoughts were running through Beth's mind.

As Sara's face moved almost hypnotically closer to Beth's bumhole, she realised with a start that she could smell Beth's bum as well as see it. It hadn't been like that with Sam in Thailand, but then they'd been in and out of the sea all the time. Beth, Sara realised, probably hadn't showered since the morning, some eighteen hours ago, and as she looked closely ("why am I looking closely?" she wondered) she thought she could detect little traces of Beth's day in the wrinkles of her anus.

Sara pulled away a little, slightly disgusted at her discovery. It seemed so incongruous – smart and cool Beth walking around with a dirty smelly bottom. Which was a ridiculous thought because it was only natural, and no doubt Sara's bottom was just as dirty and smelly. It wasn't as if Sara had discovered Beth was unclean or anything – what Sara could see and smell was surely what would be left behind by even the most careful wiper.

Still holding Beth's bum cheeks apart and with her nostrils increasingly aware of the smell, Sara's mind raced. What to do? She could stop and focus instead on Beth's breasts and pussy.

No. Sara slowly realised, her heart pounding, that she didn't want to move away. Wasn't it actually exciting to have Beth exposed in this way, to hav been admitted to Beth's most private place in this sordid condition? Sara was appalled – she was excited by the fact that Beth's bum was dirty. Once again she found herself moving in to that nasty hole, eagerly seeking out all the evidence of Beth's long day. She wasn't going to lick it, was she, surely not, now she knew what was there, now she could see and smell that Beth's bumhole was shitty?

Fuck yes she was, and it turned Sara on fiftyfold to know that not only was she going to lick Beth's most secret hole but she was also going to get just a taste of Beth's most private flavour. Her mouth just an inch from Beth's shitty bumhole Sara had one final piece of wicked inspiration. "Ooh, who's a naughty nasty dirty smelly girl then?" she asked, before drilling her tongue passionately against Beth's tight shithole. Beth bucked violently back, apparently shocked at the invasion although she must have anticipated something similar.

There wasn't, in fact, much for Sara to taste, just enough to remind her what she was doing, and that it was sordid. Her tonguing of Beth's bum was frantic as she tried futilely to poke her tongue through the tight muscle of Beth's dirty sphincter. She slipped her fingers down to find Beth's cunt soaking, and although she had planned all sorts of other activities Sara knew that, for now, she had to make Beth come with Sara's tongue in her bum.

Sara could almost feel the throbbing of Beth's clit as she slipped to slick fingers either side of it. It wouldn't be long, Sara knew. The touch of her fingers on Beth's cunt was as delicate as the pressure of her tongue on Beth's bumhole was violent, and she managed to keep Beth near the precipice for what seemed ages before the 42-year old tensed and then began to thrust and buck, at the same time howling her release. Sara rode the storm, keeping Beth coming until eventually she showed mercy and the passion subsided.

As Sara pulled away Beth rolled onto her back, her nipples taut, and Sara took in the fit body, now covered in a thin sheen of perspiration. Sara knew she had to obtain her own release fast.

She knelt by Beth's head and lazily felt one of Beth's breasts, feeling the nipple between her fingers just as she'd felt Beth's clit. "You're going to do me just the same," she said softly, feeling sure now that Beth was ready to submit to Sara's desires. "You're going to going to press your tongue right against my bumhole and make me come." Beth's eyes widened as she heard this but there was no suggestion of dissent. Encouraged, Sara went on. "Yeah, you're going to lick my nasty bumhole, you're going to smell it and taste it and lick it." She began to stand, talking all the time. "I bet my bumhole's really dirty, Beth, just like yours was. Did you know that? I could really smell you when you opened your cheeks up. You dirty girl. Tasted it too. Really nasty."

Sara began to squat down over Beth's head, a bizarre position for an orgasm, more appropriate for a pee or shit in the woods, but it seemed right for the extremity of Sara's mood. As Sara's bum came lower Beth's eyes remained fixated on the young woman's bum. My God, thought Sara, she must wonder what the hell I'm about to do. Cool.

When Sara's bumhole was an inch or so from Beth's face she paused. "Ok, tell me."

Hearing Beth's voice again, the first time after they had actually started to fuck, really startled Sara. This wasn't just a sexy body, this was the smart businesswoman who ran meetings with quiet easy authority and who made the pages of the financial press almost every week. And she was about to eat Sara's bum. "I can see, and smell, your shit, Sara." It was typical of the woman not to beat around the bush, she wasn't cowed or beaten, just enjoying submitting to Sara's badness. "You really are a dirty girl, Sara, your bum really is quite dirty and smelly and shitty and sexy. And you're going to make me it lick it, lick your shitty bumhole, lick your shit, nnnnggg," as Sara squatted right down and ground her bum onto Beth's mouth. The position Sara had chosen had been inspired, not only did it feel terribly perverse but the way Sara's bumhole was stretched wide open meant that the sensations were exquisite.

Sara squatted over Beth's face for what seemed an age, wanting Beth to know that she was Sara's bum-slave. Then she guided Beth's fingers to her needy cunt, and although Beth had perhaps never been with a woman before she knew from pleasuring herself just what to do, delicately teasing Sara's cunt lips before sneaking up to Sara's clit to finish it all. Sara could feel the pressure building, like she would explode, then just as she was coming she managed to groan "Oh fuck yeah lick my shit you slut," before hammering herself down onto Beth's face as she came in wave after wave.

Sara fell, sideways, onto the bed, and Beth lay there slowly working her tired jaws. Eventually she turned to look at the slim body of the teen lying on the bed beside her. "Do you know something?" she asked dreamily. "I don't have any meetings until three tomorrow afternoon. Which gives us maybe fifteen hours for you to think of other nasty things you'd like to do to me. But first I have to go to the bathroom…"

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Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Linda thought about the events of the last week. She figured if she retraced her steps enough times she could pinpoint her exact moment of weakness, the moment she had caved, the moment she had lost all common sense. Most of the time she considered herself a reasonable, intelligent woman. The people at the firm where she worked sure thought so. But last week had seen a major lapse of judgment on her part, and the trouble began when Jaqui, one of the investment associates, began talking about her friend Alex. It had been a nonstop barrage of Alex-this and Alex-that which started at lunch on Monday and never let up.

Alex was new in town.

Alex was bright.

Alex had a great sense of humor.

Alex was single.

That last one came up a lot and Linda knew better than to take the bait. Jaqui was notorious for trying to fix people up. Everyone around the office called her The Matchmaker, like in Fiddler on the Roof. Since she had been without a man in her life for a while now Linda knew she would be the focus of Jaqui's efforts sooner or later. But she had no idea how persistent Jaqui would be! The women raved on and on about how wonderful Alex was, how perfect the two of them were for each other. It never stopped!

Alex loved the theater.

Alex played racquetball.

Alex was a good catch.

Five days under that kind of assault finally wore down her defenses. Linda gave in, telling Jaqui she would go out with Alex. She let an elated Jaqui arrange the date without protest, wanting it over and done with. The sooner she went out with Alex the sooner Jaqui would stop pestering her and she could get on with her life.

Linda looked around her bedroom and thought about the last time she'd had someone else in it. What kind of life would she be going back to? Deep down, Linda knew there was another reason she had given in to Jaqui's constant nagging. She was lonely. It was the kind of lonely that couldn't be remedied by the magic wand she left on the bedside table where she could reach it whenever the need arose. And the need arose a lot. More often than not she sought comfort in her vibrator before going to sleep at night and again first thing in the morning, but lately the experience, while pleasurable, left her feeling unsatisfied.

The wand could bring her to orgasm faster than any mouth or fingers or cock ever had, but it had its limitations. It couldn't snuggle under the covers with her afterwards. The wand couldn't stroke her breast until she fell asleep. She couldn't cuddle on the sofa with the wand and watch old movies until dawn. These were things missing in her life and Linda wanted them . . . needed them. Though she pretended to be apathetic, secretly Linda hoped Alex was everything Jaqui said he was and more. She wanted them to hit it off. She was tired of being alone.

Linda heard the buzzer ring and almost slid off the bed. Oh shit! Alex was early!

Near panic and still not dressed, Linda scrambled to find something decent to wear. She dug a pair of tight-fitting jeans out of her dresser, wiggled into them without too much effort, then yanked a pullover sweater off a hangar and slid into it. A quick check in the mirror told Linda she had chosen well. The sweater showed off the curves of her breasts without being too obvious, and while she didn't care for the look of her thighs the jeans did show off her ass, which she had to admit looked damn good still. Her shoulder-length brown hair was a little out of place but nothing her fingers couldn't fix, and, that done, she padded barefoot into the living room.

Linda stole a calming breath and opened the door, eager to meet the much-hyped Alex. Instead of the ruggedly handsome man she had been expecting Linda found a woman waiting in the hall. She was a medium height, not at all thin, with a short crop of blonde hair that made her look like a twenty-something at first glance, but after a second look Linda pegged her for about thirty. The woman was dressed in casual attire, a navy blouse over cotton slacks. Not a bad look for her.

"Can I help you?"

"Linda?"

"Yes," Linda said, nodding cautiously.

"Hi, I'm Alex. Jaqui's friend? I know I'm early, but I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get here so I gave myself plenty of time to get lost half a dozen ways. But Jaqui gave me really good directions. Hope that's okay."

"Fine," Linda said. She heard the things Alex told her like someone catching snippets of a conversation in passing, her attention divided, her focus somewhere else.

In the last week, Jaqui had told her a lot about Alex.

Alex was a terrific dancer.

Alex had a good job.

Jaqui neglected to mention Alex was a woman.

How could this have happened? What on earth made Jaqui think she was a lesbian? Linda thought about that for a hard moment but came up short on answers. Though she never talked much about her private life it seemed to her she'd made it clear she dated men. Why would Jaqui have thought otherwise? Was this all some cruel joke on her? On Alex? She couldn't believe Jaqui would do something like that.

Standing there in stunned silence, Linda realized Alex was looking at her with a concerned expression that somehow made her even more uncomfortable. Her own expression must have said as much for the frown Alex wore deepened further still.

"Is everything all right?" Alex asked.

"Well," Linda began, "there seems to have been a little miscommunication. Um, I thought you were going to be a man."

Alex jerked her head back in obvious surprise, cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson so fast it was almost as if she had been slapped across the face. "You mean you aren't-"

"No," Linda quickly replied.

"Oh," Alex said, blushing more. "Oh, Linda, I am so sorry. I just assumed . . . I mean, Jaqui knows I'm . . . well, shit. This is awkward, isn't it?"

Linda smiled. "It's all right, really. Just a misunderstanding."

"Thanks," Alex said. She appeared thoughtful for a moment. "Listen, uh, this might make things even more uncomfortable, but . . . well, I don't know a lot of people in town, and I was really looking forward to spending time with someone. Would you be at all interested in still going out, as friends? It's okay if that makes you uneasy. I'd understand."

"It doesn't make me uneasy at all," Linda said, meaning it. "Just let me put on some shoes and we can go."

The last time Linda had eaten at Farinelli's she'd been with a real asshole who couldn't pronounce "canoli" to save his life. What a night from hell that had been! Now she was there with Alex chatting over red wine and fried calimari at a secluded table in the corner. And she was having more fun than she had in ages.

In no time at all the two of them had developed a rapport, gabbing like former college roommates catching up on old times. The number of things she and Alex had in common bordered on frightening. Movies . . . music . . . even TV shows both of them watched as kids! There wasn't a topic where the two of them couldn't find common ground.

And the laughter! Linda couldn't remember ever laughing so hard in her life! She could feel the stares from others in the restaurant who no doubt turned to see what the two women in the corner were cackling about.

Let them stare, Linda mused. She never gave a damn what people thought and tonight was no exception. It didn't matter to her what might be going through the narrow minds around her; she was having way too much fun to care about appearances. And besides, she and Alex were just two women fast becoming friends.

"Jesus," Alex said, filling their glasses one last time, "the bottle didn't even last us through the appetizers!"

Linda smiled across the table. She flagged down their waiter and ordered another bottle of wine. Her gaze followed the waiter after he scurried off into the crowd, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Cute butt, huh?"

"I haven't had that much to drink yet," Alex said. She very deliberately picked up a menu and began reading.

Linda giggled. "Sorry."

"Although," Alex continued without looking up, "as male butts go . . ."

"Oh, hush," Linda said. She took a sip of wine then went for a menu too, looking over the decadent choices laid out before her. "So what are you thinking for dinner? I recommend their chicken parmesan. It's absolutely sinful."

"Mmmm," Alex purred, glancing over the top of the menu. "I like sinful."

Linda shook her head and laughed. More and more, as the evening went on, Alex was proving herself to be all the things Jaqui had said she would be and then some.

Alex was charming.

Alex was fun to be with.

Alex was attractive.

The thought stopped Linda cold. Now where had that come from? She recognized an attractive woman when she saw one, of course, but she had never actually been attracted to a woman before. Was she now? Linda didn't think so. It just occurred to her that the woman sitting across from her was attractive. There was nothing more to it.

"I think I'll have the manicotti," Linda said.

Alex looked up from her menu. "Not feeling sinful, huh?"

"Not at the moment."

"What a shame," Alex muttered, going back to reading. The two of them sat in companionable silence for a long moment. "Originally I thought we could go to a movie after dinner. You up for that?"

"Sounds great," Linda said.

Standing in line at the concession stand, Linda could feel Alex brushing up against her from time to time. The contact was incidental, something she would have dismissed under different circumstances. But the little thrill she got each time their thighs bumped together or Alex's shoulder brushed against hers left her dwelling on each detail longer than she probably should have.

Linda could recall each instance their bodies had touched in some form or another since leaving the restaurant, and the sensations those touches stirred within her afterwards. The feelings that followed were not unpleasant ones and Linda had no idea what to make of them. She'd never experienced anything remotely like it before, not with a man and certainly not ever with a woman. But something about Alex touching her had her insides doing flip-flops. It happened again when Alex nudged her.

"Sorry," Alex said.

"That's okay."

"Is it always this crowded?"

Linda glanced around the lobby of the movie theater. It was crowded. People were herded in like cattle at feeding time, standing in long lines waiting to be serviced. "Yeah, this is usual for a Friday night."

"Jesus," Alex said. "Back home it was never like this."

"It can get crazy," Linda admitted. "Listen, why don't you go find us a couple of seats and I'll get the popcorn."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmhmm. I'll find you, don't worry." Linda smiled and patted Alex's arm, warmth flooding through her in waves that got stronger when Alex returned the smile before heading off into the crowd. She watched Alex go and surprised herself by keeping her gaze on the other woman's rear end like she had with the waiter at Farinelli's.

Alex had a cute butt.

Alex was sexy.

The thoughts wound themselves around Linda's mind like tendrils of ivy creeping along the side of a building, taking hold, refusing to let go. She wondered where thoughts like that might lead under the right circumstances . . . then wondered just how far she would follow them.

"This is a great apartment," Alex said.

Linda smiled and closed the door. She hadn't planned on inviting Alex up after the date when she still thought Alex was a man and the shape of her apartment proved that, but Linda didn't want her evening with Alex to end so, mess or not, she asked Alex to come up for a drink after the movie. Her pulse raced like a freight train for the nanosecond it took Alex to accept, then her pulse quickened even more.

"Just ignore the mess," Linda said.

"Oh, no. It looks fine. You should see my place. I still have boxes to unpack!"

"Well, in that case," Linda said, "make yourself right at home. I'll get us something to drink. Is wine okay, or do you want something harder?"

"Wine would be great," Alex said.

The two of them shared a long, intense look then Linda scampered into the kitchen like a frightened rabbit, heart pounding. She had no idea what she was doing but wouldn't have blamed Alex at all for getting the wrong impression. What was with her? Even though she agreed to go out with Alex just as friends Linda realized she was being more of a flirt than she had ever been with the men she had dated.

Linda thought about that while she got a bottle of Merlot from the wine rack and opened it. She loved being around Alex. The woman made her feel comfortable, at ease. There was a natural connection between them that defied explanation. It just existed . . . seemed to always have existed, as if the two of them had known each other their entire lives. She had been attracted to the Alex Jaqui had told her about, at least enough to agree to a blind date in the first place, and she had wanted them to hit it off. So where did she draw the line between friend and lover? And why? Alex had turned out to be all the things she had ever wanted in a man, and even more things she had given up ever hoping a man could be.

Alex was sensitive.

Alex was caring.

Alex was beautiful inside and out.

Taking two wineglasses out of the cupboard, Linda realized Alex was the man of her dreams. She giggled at that particular thought and headed back into the living room where she found "the man of her dreams" curled up on the sofa, shoes off, looking adorable. Her favorite CD had been popped into the changer and soft, sweet music filled the room. Linda tried not to melt right there. How had Alex known what CD to put on? That wasn't something she'd mentioned during their hours of conversation!

"I hope you don't mind," Alex said, indicating the music with a wave of her hand.

"Of course not," Linda said. She handed Alex a glass of wine and sat down with hers, legs tucked underneath her, leaning back with a sigh. Her insides were doing somersaults again, just from feeling this woman so close to her, and Linda sipped wine to calm her tattered nerves. More and more she found herself thinking dangerous things, unfathomable things, and it made breathing impossible.

"I had a great time tonight," Alex said. "Thanks."

Linda smiled. "You don't have to thank me. I had fun, too."

"I'm glad," Alex said. She took a sip of wine and sighed. "It's just been tough, you know? Moving here, not knowing anyone. The nights can get awfully quiet."

"Yes, they can," Linda said. "Even for those of us who've lived here a long time and know a lot of people."

The two of them stared at each other for a long moment then Linda shied away, finding solace in her glass of wine. She could feel Alex's gaze on her still, undressing her, making love to her, all with a glance. Heat flushed her cheeks then moved lower . . . much, much lower.

"I'm making you nervous," Alex said.

Linda chuckled without humor. "No, I'm making me nervous."

"And why's that?"

"Because," Linda said, looking up to meet the other woman's gaze, "I'm thinking how nice it would be to kiss you right now."

"I'm thinking that, too."

Linda swallowed the last of her lingering apprehension then bent forward, an overture that Alex welcomed by leaning in to meet her until, at last, their lips met. The kiss started out slow, like first kisses so often do, then blossomed like a flower on a warm, spring morning. Mouths opened wider and wider in deepening hunger as the kiss developed, consuming them both. Linda swooned under the sensation of kissing another woman for the first time. There was a lushness to Alex's lips that captivated her. She couldn't get enough of them, still tasting of wine, wanting the kiss to go on forever. Her tongue unfurled with a sureness that made Alex whimper with need then eager hands went for her breasts and promptly spilled her glass of wine in her lap.

"Oh shit," Alex said. "Linda, I'm sorry."

"Never mind that," Linda growled. "C'mere . . ."

Setting their glasses on the table, Linda pulled Alex to her and kissed her soft lips once more. She slipped her tongue into Alex's mouth and Alex captured it, sucking it, teasing it with her own tongue. Now it was Linda that whimpered. The impatient hands that had tried to find her breasts before found their mark now, feeling her up through her sweater. Linda moaned under the expert touch, running her fingers through Alex's blonde hair, urging her new lover on, losing herself in the passion. Heat flared deep inside her, like a volcano erupting, and for the first time ever Linda groaned with raw desire for another woman. She had never wanted to make love this much . . . to fuck this much . . . but oh God, she wanted to fuck Alex! Her fingers twined in blonde hair and Alex squeezed her breast, the pad of her thumb stroking her nipple through her sweater and bra until the little nub within turned to stone. Linda moaned and arched to push more of her breast into Alex's firm grasp.

"Mmmm . . . that's nice," Linda murmured between kisses.

Alex nibbled on her lower lip. "I've wanted you from the moment you opened the door, you know."

"I want you, too, Alex," Linda replied in a hoarse whisper.

The kiss reached a slow, delicious end that left them both panting for breath and staring at each other with longing. Linda reached up and touched her fingertips to Alex's cheek and Alex captured her hand, dragged it to her mouth, and began sucking her fingers. Linda thought she would come right there. She savored the delightful warmth around her fingers for a long moment then pushed herself up off the sofa with effort, beckoning Alex to follow her with nothing more than a gaze full of promise and a smile on her lips. That was all it took; Alex followed without a word.

In the bedroom, Linda pulled Alex into another kiss. She just could not stop kissing this woman! But there were other things on both their minds and nothing made that more clear than the pair of determined hands sliding up and down her back, venturing further down than up, moving over her ass and clutching it. Linda hummed with approval, her own hands finding the round of Alex's breasts. She caressed them like Alex had done to her, loving the feel of them. The image of her mouth around them flashed through her mind and made her moan with need . . . a moan that deepened thanks to the hands pawing at her ass.

Linda fumbled with the buttons of Alex's blouse, somehow getting it open despite the distraction of being kissed and having her buttocks fondled by the sexiest woman alive. She pushed the blouse off Alex's slight shoulders then went to work on the clasp of her bra, having much better luck with that, unhooking it in seconds to bare Alex's breasts to her eager hands and mouth. Her legs buckled at the sight of Alex's tits, the small nipples that capped them like little pebbles just waiting to be sucked. Though she had chided men for their infantile fascination with a woman's breasts there was nothing Linda wanted more than to suckle at Alex's heaving bosom, and so she did, hungrily, closing her lips around one of her hardened nipples and sucking it. She flicked her tongue over the tip while she sucked it and Alex purred with pleasure, stroking her hair.

"Yes, baby," Alex muttered. "Suck them."

Linda required no urging. She wanted to suck them so much she could scream! Instead of screaming, though, she attacked them with a ravenous hunger, moving from one breast to the other, making sure neither was denied her attention. Each touch of her lips dragged a pitiful sigh from her new lover and hearing them had Linda moaning through a mouthful of succulent flesh. She could feel the wetness pooling in her cunt already, her clit throbbing to a manic beat, and wondered if Alex was just as wet for her. The thought of Alex with a sopping wet pussy drove Linda crazy with need. How she wanted to find out for sure!

Flicking her tongue across one of Alex's nipples, Linda returned to the other woman's lips and kissed them with a fierceness that made both of them moan, lust dictating her urgent pace. She set her sights on divesting Alex of her pants while frantic hands worked on getting her clothes off. Their movements were like a ballet, well-choreographed, perfect, and between kisses and caresses the two of them managed to undress each other.

Linda looked Alex up and down. She had seen a lot of women naked in her life, in harmless situations, but never before had a naked woman inspired such wicked thoughts in her. Her gaze moved from Alex's face, to the breasts she had suckled, to the tuft of blonde hair between Alex's legs, then back up again.

The expression Alex wore mirrored hers, a look of pure wanting shared and returned. Linda got into bed and Alex crawled in after her, snuggling up next to her, propped up on one side. She stared at her new lover, a silent plea, and Alex bent down to kiss her with a hand at her breast. Nimble fingers that could have belonged to a classical pianist rolled her nipples to rapid, painful erection, making her writhe on the bed in a state of pure bliss. And yet, as good as it felt, all Linda could think about was how much she wanted those talented fingers in her cunt. Then, as if reading her mind, the hand at her breast moved over her soft tummy and settled in the furrow of her slit.

"Oh . . . Alex," Linda gasped, bucking, arching, wanting Alex to take her. She lifted her hips in search of more but Alex laughed, kissed her, and continued teasing her pussy. Her new lover had a delicate touch and used it to its fullest advantage, making her squirm with need. Had she been capable of forming words she would have begged Alex to go inside but Linda could manage nothing . . . nothing but gasps and sighs and moans of intense pleasure.

Through the haze of lust Linda heard Alex laugh, not a scornful laugh, but an aroused laugh, then Alex thrust into her primed cunt. She groaned and arched off the bed, head slamming back against the pillow as Alex pumped in and out of her pussy, hard and fast, just how she needed it. Her voice became the high trilling caterwaul of cat in heat as Alex drove her to the brink of climax. Linda could feel her orgasm gathering around her clit like distant stormclouds threatening rain. She was so close now . . . so close she could taste it . . . but Alex refused to push her that final step. Then Alex began to nibble her earlobe.

"Do you want to come, baby?"

"Yes, yes."

"Can I go down on you first?"

"Alex!" Linda sobbed. "Please!"

The laughter that filled Linda's ear made her shiver in anticipation, as did the soft kisses Alex planted down her body as she moved closer and closer to the searing heat of her cunt. She spread her legs in a pathetic show of need and heard Alex suck in a sharp, hissing breath . . . then Linda heard nothing but the sounds of her own pleasure as Alex began licking her pussy.

Linda had no idea sex could feel that good. No man or vibrator had ever delivered the kind of tingles now shooting through her body. She could feel it in her toes! There wasn't a part of her that didn't quiver from having Alex's tongue in her cunt. The pleasure flowed through her like electrical currents, snaking through her insides, making her wriggle in ecstasy.

Alex was eating her out.

Alex was going to make her come.

"Yes! Yes! Alex!" Linda cradled the head between her legs and held Alex tight against her cunt as she began lapping at her clit like a deer at a mountain stream. The shuddering orgasm that had been stirring within her again came bubbling to the surface, and when Alex began sucking her clit, it broke through like a dam bursting under too much pressure. She rose off the bed with a squeal of pleasure, grabbing fistfuls of sheet for purchase. The climax tore through her without compassion, leaving a trembling mass of spent flesh in its wake.

Linda sank deeper into bed, panting for breath, head spinning. She summoned the strength to look down and found Alex still there between her legs, face nuzzled into her mons. Her fingers tightened around strands of blonde hair and her lover glanced up, face glistening, lips curved into a smile.

"Come here," Linda whispered. She motioned Alex closer then tasted herself on the lips she kissed, loving it, wanting so much to return the favor. Their tongues slithered over each other like snakes passing in the grass, leaving them both gasping once more. Linda inched her hands lower until she found the round of Alex's butt and when she squeezed it Alex moaned. She rolled them both over without breaking the kiss, pinning Alex to the bed with the weight of her need as much as the knee she wedged between Alex's thighs. Her new lover moaned and humped her leg, slopping that dripping wet cunt all over her.

"Oh God, Linda! Fuck me!"

Linda silenced her with a kiss, keeping her knee firmly planted in Alex's pussy. She kissed a trail down Alex's throat then moved to suckle a breast, loving it just as much as she had before. Her tongue traced the shape of each hardened nipple, making little circles around each one.

Poor Alex grunted like an animal. She wanted to be licked.

Kissing each breast one last time, Linda began making her way down . . . down . . . over Alex's round little belly until she was at last poised above Alex's cunt. The scent of womanly arousal filled the air and Linda breathed it in, nostrils flaring. She gazed down at Alex with something akin to wonder, having never been that close to a woman's pussy, then realized she had never done this before . . . never even thought about doing it before! But Linda knew what she liked, what felt good, and, perhaps even more importantly, she wanted to do it. She wanted to bury her face in Alex's pussy and never come up for air. The need was overwhelming and she did not resist, lowering her mouth to Alex's cunt and getting her taste of another woman for the first time.

Linda fell in love. The moment her tongue slipped between slick netherlips to disappear inside Alex she fell in love with licking pussy. She loved the taste, smell and feel of Alex's cunt, so warm and wet for her, clenching around her tongue in pre-orgasmic fits. Linda burrowed her tongue in deep, licking ardently, unable to get her fill of the sweet cream she found there. Though desire could not make up for skill, and while she had none of the grace Alex showed, Linda found her way around pretty quickly. Her efforts had Alex thrashing around on the bed like a tortured, restless spirit, and when she used her fingers to fully expose her lover's clit Alex cried out in wordless approval, begging her to go for it all. And Linda did. She closed her lips around Alex's nubbin of a clit and sucked her lover to orgasm, more than once, conjuring up one gut-wrenching moan after another until Alex had nothing more to give.

Licking up the mess she had made, Linda settled into Alex's arms and sighed with a contentment that was completely new to her. She rested her head on the other woman's chest and found a nipple to tease while Alex toyed with her hair. Things never felt more right after making love. Linda giggled.

"What?" Alex asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking," Linda said. "I have this policy about not sleeping with men on the first date."

Alex laughed. "I'm glad that rule doesn't apply to women!"

"Mmmm," Linda purred dreamily. "So am I."

The two of them kissed again, their hunger returning, and as Alex's hand moved between her legs once more Linda sighed and thought about all the things Alex had turned out to be in the end.

Alex was amazing.

Alex was insatiable.

Alex was her lover now.

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