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Due to the lack of privacy around, we go to a hotel, slipping into the room like children, all giddy and impish. We close the door, and the tone, transforms, you kiss me so hard that with a gentle push we are laying on the bed with you on top of me, trying to control the tempo of our kiss. But I take over, rolling you onto your back, and kissing you hard enough to hear you let of a little moan. We caress and touch, through our clothes, for an at least an hour, we’ve have mustarded up a lot of zealous sweat, by the fight for control. Passionate kisses, caresses, touches, back and forth. You’re touching my breast through my shirt, and my knee, between your legs, building up pressure. My knees rhythm fluctuates, between fast and hard, and soft and slow. Moans escape you. Your tongue dances with mine, back and forth. My mouth making its way from your neck to your ears, nibbling ever so delicately on them and moaning softly.

We have been drenched in a passionate sweat, so we go to the shower, together of course, for fear, that the passion may be ill fitting or lost by the time we are both through. You take off your clothes first, and I am almost speechless to how beautiful you are. I am almost ashamed to lose my clothing, to the floor. You turn the water on, wait for it to warm up, and give me a long hot-blooded kiss, in a room that is filling up with steam. I go to the back of the shower, letting the water cascade over your body, the exoticness of each drop of water that falls down your back. Its all a little much for me to take, I must kiss your back. I slowly kiss my way up and down you back. Then, I wash your body gently, taking extra care, of your sensitive areas. While washing your breast, I kneed them, softly of course, but the look in your eyes is a little overwhelming, and I must kiss your lips. Your tongue dashes in and out of my mouth franticly, showing me you want more. My lips make it to your ear, where I nibble, and then ask if you would like more, I say it in a low and husky voice; you are barley able to mumble yes.

I guide you to the corner of the shower, and place my hand over your passion escort bayan kağıthane house. You whimper. My index finger grazes your blisteringly pulsating clit; another whimper escapes your lips. I teasingly move my finger back and forth over your effervescent love bubble. My fingers moving back and forth, until you tense up, knowing that you could release, at any second, I cover your mouth with mine. Kissing you as the pace of my hand quickens across your clit, you release, the passion waves that overcome you, make you a little weak; however, I do not stop, instead, my hands explore your love box more, entering you. I am bracing you against the wall, because I want you to cum again for me. I start to kiss your neck and rapidly enter, and pull my finger in and out of you, until I can feel your walls surround my index finger, the pressure is building so fast, that I can not even slow down to tease you. With your walls getting tighter around my finger, instinctively I go faster and harder. You cum again, you are looking a little weak. I turn off the water of the shower, and pull you out, sit you on the counter as I towel you down. As I towel you down, I kneel down to lick up the juices that passed through you while we were in the shower, such a wonderful taste, it is not one to be wasted.

After we are both dry, I lead you back to the bed, were we had been lying a little while before, your body is still shaking. I lay you out on the bed, with your legs dangling off the bed, so that I can have better access to the passionate area between your legs.

I put a pillow down on the floor, so that my knees do not tire. I then start to kiss the insides of you legs. The moans and whimpers that you release, excite me all the more. You mumble something about wanting this for so long, but my focus is all on trying to make you cum again. I want to taste your sweet liquid. I need to taste your sweet juice. As I kiss my way up one leg and down the other, I can feel the heat that breaks away from your oven of pleasure on my face. My tongue finds its way back to your clit. Licking unhurriedly, we escort bayan beyoğlu have nothing but time. Your moans are getting louder you mumble something, about wanting more, needing more. As my tongue gradually quickens, your moans, turn more to soft screams. My name passes through your lips, and the excitement shivers through my body, and retaliates by putting more pressure in the passes of my tongue. You want me more then you ever thought humanly possible at this point. Your legs are wrapped around my back, and trying to pull me in closer. I move my head back just a little bit, and blow on your clit, and watch the shivers, invade your body. Your love juice almost gushes out, as I gently blow on your love bubble. You squirm a little, as I take these juices into me. Licking sensitively. Your moans, and mumbles are slowing a bit, so I take my tongue, and venture inside of you. In and out with my tongue, your reach down, and pull my face into you, I start licking and fucking you with my tongue, as hard and as fast as I can, just to be able to feel your love sap trickle into my mouth. The harder that my mouth takes you in, the more your moans turn to screams. You try bracing your feet onto the edge of the bed, to calm your self from Cumming again, but my lips, and tongue, have brought your to the edge again, and with one more darting movement in and out of you, you scream and release. Your body has weakened, and I know it is time to give you a rest, so I pull you fully up on to the bed, and lay on top of you, bracing myself with one arm, as to not put my full wait on you. .

I kiss you, since I have the taste of you on my lips, you break from the kiss, and then I kiss your neck again. My hand ventures down your body, making its way to your love box, I steal some of your love sap, and turn my hand to myself, and whisper in your ear that I want you to rest, so I am going to masturbate for you. You whisper my name. I am already drenched in my own cum, but I needed yours to make this process even more enjoyable, I get close enough to your body, so you can feel me touching myself. My name passes through your lips again, it is almost too much to handle. I nibble on your ear, moaning, and mumbling things of my own. My knuckle touches your clit as I pass over mine, time and time again, making you cum at the same time I do. We lye there holding each other as we shake. I move off of you, and we kiss some more, until we fall into a slumber.

After a small nap, I awake before you. I stare at your beauty; I cannot help myself, I must touch you. My hands roam your body, feeling every inch of your soft silky skin. You don’t exactly wake right away; just gasps of little sweet moans, so my caresses do not stop. I massage your breast, and kiss your neck, your eyes, still closed, I whisper that I want to be inside of you again, and my right hand makes it down, to between your legs, the warmed that is emanating from your body amazes me. I must be inside of you, to feel the warmth and wetness from the inside. I part your legs a little bit. And press one finger inside of you. Your body seems to like this as it is rocking with the tempo of my finger. In and out, you moan, and mumble. My name. My clit is on fire, and so is yours. “I want this,” you say. “I always want this. You are so wonderful. You. You. Oh… awe…” Then your mumbles get muffled by passion, the soft screams are back, as I enter your body, and roam the inside of you, like I was caressing your outer body. The inside of you seems to be alive, with excitement; it’s raging through your body. The fire, it’s warm and wet, it steams from anticipation. Gradually, I slip in another finger, the force of two, is almost too much for you, but I don’t want to stop, so I slow down. My pace, is teasing you, you can see it in the way you are biting your lip, it is all so much for you to handle. Your body is on fire, with lust, passion and love. You rock your hips to meet my finger. It is almost too much for me to take, as my pace is still slow, but the force, is immense. I am about to cum for you, just because, I am feeling your walls wrapping around my finger. The pressure, the pleasure, it is intense. I hear you say that you love me, and with a strength not usually found within me, I make this love, shine, with a silky sheen, that pours from both our bodies, in a crash of screams and moans. I kiss your neck once again, making my way back up to your ear, and whisper that I love you too.

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*** Week Two ***

I woke up Monday morning moaning and shivering. I was confused and dazed until I realized what it was — I was just at the tail end of an orgasm. I was on my side hugging my pillow. The sheets were soaked with perspiration, my hair was clingy and wet, and I was terrified. I couldn’t remember who it was, in my dream, that I had been making love with. I knew it wasn’t Lily; that was a dalliance that was over. My subconscious might have wanted it to be Nora but I would have none of it … the tears in my eyes were a reminder I was lying to myself. If it was Mark … good god, if it is Mark I need to buy condoms. I never worried about that with asshole once we found it was improbable we could get me pregnant. Good grief, welcome to another manic Monday in Ginger world. Better this world than Emily’s old world!!

I got my period at work. Shit! I hurried to the bathroom — you know the drill. Why does our monthly visitor visit at the very worst time? The funny thing (least I thought so in the stall) is that I was so in the midst of raging hormones I didn’t pay attention to the usual signs. Or maybe that was why. Hey, do you know this joke: How do you make a hormone? Pull down her genes! Sowwy, it’s me being silly. Oh well, no sex for Mark. Me: blushing.

Work is work … earning your crust is how a girlfriend of mine puts it. Coin of the realm. I giggled. I got realm and you damn well better be ready to spend cuz I am. That was for Nora. I needed to talk to my BFF; she didn’t know about Mark. Tammy just stared at me all day. Sorry honey. I love that you have a girl crush on me, but no.

Lily called. “Sure, I can meet you at the office after work. Traffic willing, I should be there by 5:30.”

“Great, Ginger, I’ll see you then.”

I made sure to tell her I was on my moon and I wasn’t sure it mattered. I knew Nora would be doing the Mom thing. I hoped she might find a sitter so we could have dinner one night this week. Via text, she said she would let me know. Yes, she’s still gloriously sore. My girl!

Thankfully, Monday at work, after what seemed like forever, ended.

As I drove to Lily’s office after work, it dawned on me. I hadn’t heard from Kyle, damn him. I didn’t know if that meant asshole had ducked him or if Kyle was being a jerk.

Mark called. How sweet. “I would love to see you this week,” with a smile on my face.

Obviously pleased, he said, “Is one night better than another?”

“I’m not positive yet. I’m in the car on the way to see my realtor. I kinda have plans that haven’t been firmed up with a girlfriend. Can I get back to you tomorrow?” No, I didn’t tell him about the other. We’d only met yesterday.

“Sure; I’ll look forward to hearing from you.” He hesitated for a moment and said, “I really enjoyed dinner Emily.” I felt my nipples tighten and got a delightful little tingle.

“So did I and I’m looking forward to next time. I’ll call tomorrow.”

Wow, dinner was last night and he called today! Hmm, I hadn’t asked him about sibs. Something to chat about next time.

I was pissy with Lily. I like her and I know she’ll do right by me. It’s how she earns her crust. All the news she had was positive. I mentioned that I hadn’t heard from Kyle. I felt better. What can I say? I’m a girl. I needed to move asshole along. Mission One: Divorce! I let her kiss me and felt her hesitation. On the way home I stopped to buy groceries.

Anybody else old enough to remember Mary Tyler Moore roll her eyes as she threw yet another frozen dinner in her shopping cart? Me: Monday. Last night’s glorious dinner seemed like weeks ago. As I wandered the aisles, stopping to look at one thing and another, I smiled. I had mused one night with Nora that I suspected the first two words a woman learned how to say were “Mama” and “sorry.” She was only a little shocked.

Yup, for those of you who may be wondering, I stopped at a CVS pharmacy and bought them.

I called Nora on the way home. “Hi kiddo, how are ya?” She purred; I laughed. “Oh yay, I’m so happy for you. So can I tell you? While you and Jim were doin’ the nasty, I was at Jiffy Lube Sunday morning. And you won’t believe it — tall, dark and handsome said hello.”

“What?” she gasped. I giggled.

“I know, especially after, umm, us.” We both blushed in the silence. “So he, Mark, asked me to dinner Sunday night and I said yes. He took me to this place downtown — Pacchia Prima. Oh my god Nora, it was heaven.” I described how I teased him with the fork. She couldn’t stop laughing. I described how he shifted in his chair; we both snickered.

“So did you fuck him?”

“Nora Jean … how dare you?” She laughed. After the time we had she surely had the right to dare. She knew it as well. “No, you stone cold bitch, he was every bit the gentleman and I knew he was every bit the horn dog I was.” Guys, if you’re reading this — trust me, you may think it’s only you who talk like this. Get a clue! You get only what we give. And, if not, it’s ten to twenty with a fatih escort cellmate named Bubba. “He kissed me — after I turned and did everything but grab his dick. And it was fabulous. We … I … need to talk kiddo. I know you have the kids, but …”

She knew. “Let me see what I can do. I need to know more about Mr. Mark. I love you Ginger” (I blushed) “and I’ll text or call ASAP.” This is why we are BFFs. I thought about calling Mark. Nope, let him wait. I giggled.

I had a glass of wine in the tub. I did that every now and then early in my period. The hot water helped sometimes with the cramping. I would run the water, climb in, turn it hotter, and let the tub fill. Not so harsh that way. It soothed; I lay my head back and relaxed. My Monday was okay. I smiled. No, better than okay. I was on track, maybe, to a nice place to live, maybe to a nice man, and most definitely, most certainly, to a glorious, if uncertain, future with my BFF.

Tuesday — Snow! A reminder it was still February. Oh well, just take your time. I’m giggling. I did — in the shower. Loose, slinky, and sexy, I dressed, drove, and worked. Maybe it was the hot bath last night; maybe it was the spend in the shower this morning but my Tuesday was fabulous. Tammy, this is Ginger, or maybe Emily 2.0. Whatever; get over it.

Nora sent a text: Wednesday works if your hunk doesn’t mind. How could I not laugh? I called Mark and left a voice mail in, I hoped, my sexiest voice. Thursday is good. Tammy heard me call Mark — shit. I told her at lunch. Honey, we live in different universes. I managed to get a lot of work done Tuesday.

Not much else to tell you about the day and night. Well, I did test the warming lube on my nipples in the bath rub — err, tub. I fantasized about Mark taking me just inside the front door. Me against the door, him pressing against me, lifting my skirt and a leg, slipping my panties to the side and, with my help, entering me, taking me, melting me, gorgeously, completely. Oh my god! All this happened (in my head) with Nora lurking, unseen, in the bedroom, peeking around the door. The bath water was tinged with red and pussy was satisfied a bit. I slid between the sheets, clad in panties and a pad. Emily Sue Ginger Butler Rogers, what in the hell has happened to you!! I was smiling as sleep took me away.

Wednesday — The snow was mostly gone, I was fresh as a daisy after a good nights sleep and I breezed through the day. Dinner with Nora was confirmed, via text, at the usual place at six. Perfect.

George stopped me as I was walking past his office after lunch. “How are things were going with the realtor, Emily?”

I smiled and said, “I’m hopeful and keeping my fingers crossed.” Janet and the kids were fine. Good, and it’s Ginger!

As Tammy and I stood at the coffee machine I whispered conspiratorially, “You really do need to try warming lube on your nipples.” She stared. Yup, I’m a tease. I wonder if she owns a vibe. Girl, you don’t know what you’re missing.

At dinner I told Nora about what a teasing bitch I had been with Tammy. We laughed so loud and hard that the few patrons and all of the staff stared … we laughed harder. She tried to duck my questions about her weekend with lover boy.

Nuh uh kiddo – spill. “We spent the better part of the weekend fucking. I took my turn, he took his. Leading that is.” Woo hoo!! We fist bumped. I probably didn’t need to hear about all the places they’d had each other but I did.

I told her about my bath tub fantasy. She turned several lovely shades of crimson. Her eyes were very soft and dusky. Oh lord, if you only knew how bad I want you too babe. Neither of us would speak of it aloud.

Naturally, Nora asked, “So what are you going to do to Mark after dinner tomorrow?”

I told her: “Sweet and low.” She remembered the episode from NYPD Blue!! She thought it was wonderful. I wanted to fuck her right there in the restaurant. I knew she knew.

The kiss in the parking lot was torture and bliss. There was want on our lips and the promise of more on our tongues. There was hunger in us; we both knew it. My moon and her babysitter kept things from going beyond the kisses. All of my good intentions — no, Jim didn’t know, there was no reason to tell him. Right — and Mark? She kissed away the question. May I please? Her eyes told me: You really have to ask? Umm. I opened the button on her jeans, slid my hand inside and into her, and gave her a hot, fast, and breathless cum, right in the parking lot. Neither of us knew or cared if anyone was watching. I just knew we loved each other. We had before last weekend and we would long into the future. Neither of us knew what shape or texture this new love might take. Nora would be my BFF regardless.

As I undressed, I had a thought and giggled. A text: Care to share a bath with me on the phone? Nora’s reply: 😉

The fifteen minute phone call turned into over an hour. We knew each other so well that even on the phone we could picture everything we whispered, gasped istanbul escort and moaned to each other. The very hot water in my tub couldn’t match the heat of our conversation and it had turned tepid and pink when we said our goodbyes.

“Ginger?”

“Yeah?”

“Be sure to put warming lube on your nipples before going to sleep.”

In the tub, loose and languid, I smiled. It was wonderful and I slept soundly.

Thursday — I did the languid stretchy thing after my spend. Mark, Mark, Mark, you are in for a surprise tonight mister!! The shower was brisk, the water was hot, and my period was nearly over. Hmm. I would ponder that during work. If a tree falls in a forest is it okay to seduce him on the second date? Makes no sense you say? I have every right to make no sense — to say otherwise is nonsense. It’s my story and I’ll tell it as the river and I flow.

Work was a series of rather pointless and moderately productive meetings. The new campaign seemed to be coming along nicely. The smiles and nods in the room indicated as much. Shit, I have to call Kyle! Asshole, either of them, hadn’t called me. I thought of the kid in the toy store. Kyle was going to get a new appreciation for who’s in charge. Tammy, apparently, could read my mind through the portal of my eyes. Her eyes were round and wide and spoke of her confusion and shock. Kiddo, you will not drink from this fountain.

Kyle was apologetic at my apoplexy. I told him, curtly, that I would contact asshole personally. He suggested that was not a good idea. Furious, I told him where he could stick his suggestion. He stammered; I hung up on him.

I rushed home to shower and get gorgeous. Handsome was picking me up at six. Hmm, sweet and low before or after? My head told me after; pussy told me before. We’ll see. Casual Thursday: slacks, a gorgeous silk blouse, and demi cup bra: That should do the trick. Let him gaze in wonder at my wonders.

We were a little late getting to the restaurant. Mark? Two words – shock and awe. Me: smiling. The power we have as we give them sugar in that manner is glorious. I teased him during dinner about ‘sweet and low.’ He hadn’t seen the episode and blushed gorgeously when I told him.

The kiss at the door after dinner was so hot I thought the neighbors might crack a door so I invited him, umm, in. It all seemed to happen very quickly. The slacks were not a good idea, but they were off quickly enough. My idea, for the record. I unzipped his pants, felt his hardness through his shorts. I gasped; he moaned. I pushed his shorts past his hips; his hand lifted my leg as he pressed me to the door. He devoured me with his mouth as he entered me, holding my leg in the air. I wrapped it (them) around his back — or tried to. It was delicious having a man fill me up. Oh my god, he felt so goddamn good as he fucked me. I came twice before he gasped as he came, which tipped me over again. We would make love the next time — this was a quick, hot fuck. Wowzer!! I was shy and blushing after, as we kissed.

Of course Saturday was fine. Thursday was fabulous. I peeked from behind the door as he waved before getting in the car. I wondered, after he left, if he was as surprised by it as I was. I luxuriated in the feeling of his wetness in me, leaking from me. I cried in bed. I was so over the moon I had forgotten about a condom. Sleep came, after I did, one last time.

Friday — A text to Nora: Sore! I smiled as I sent it. Her reply: OMG! You didn’t. Oh yes I had, several times. She was jealous and that was before I told her our next date was Saturday. I would let him take me back to his place and yes, I would stay the night. This was on the phone, with the door closed, in the conference room. There was extended silence.

“Nora?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I know; me too.”

“Don’t be mad at me … please.” If she was, or if we weren’t, I would just die.

“I’m not Ginger. I’m really, really happy for you. Can you come over tonight?” Big smiles! Nine o’clock sounded perfect. I would bring the strap on. No, I didn’t tell her. That would be a surprise.

“So tell me!”

“I love you too.”

An email from Lily came after lunch. The house was listed at $119,500. The bank was willing to take the contract she had drawn up. Could we meet to talk about the details? Hmm. I would think about it.

Nora. What to do with her. I had no clue. I don’t just want to be her part-time lover. She’s my BFF for a reason. What happened with us was … hormones? Inevitable? Good lord no. Before Julia? No way. Now it seems everything is possible. When I tell her that I love her is it Emily or Ginger speaking? OMG, it’s totally Ginger. Emily loved — loves her as well. I don’t want to make love with her tonight. I want to talk to her, tell her what I’m thinking, what I’m feeling. Good grief, of course I want her – seven ways from Sunday. She’s everything I would ever want in a lover, in a … oh dear god, in a wife? Two weeks ago I was separated, miserable, taksim escort horny and Emily. Now I’m separated, confused, horny, and Ginger. A Ginger who’s very much in love with her BFF. And I’m going to make love with … oh shit, we need to talk about her, Jim, me, and Mark. Four is too many I think, and I’m not sure, not one bit, how many is enough.

Tammy stared. My eyes were red from crying. I just put my head down and worked. It was hopeless but I did it anyway.

I called asshole from a phone in the conference room so he wouldn’t recognize the number on his caller ID. I screamed at him. Jackass, get this done. He told me to go fuck myself. I laughed — if he only knew. He offered me a hundred grand. Good, that means I’ll get the two hundred I want.

“Have your lawyer call mine by the end of the day, Bill.” I slammed the phone down and called Kyle. “I want to hear something from you by Monday. Am I making myself clear?” Apparently so. Hmm, how big is Nora’s place? Did we need two homes if we were going to … Oh my god, Ginger, stop it. I know I know. I will, soon. Like the day after never.

A knock on the door; it was George. “Uh, Emily, is everything okay?” I started to cry. The poor guy is so sweet. He stood there, completely confused. Hey, no shit, imagine the world through my eyes. He left, closing the door behind him.

Tammy didn’t knock when she came in. I sobbed on her shoulder. Why are life and love so damned confusing? Two weeks ago it wasn’t this way? Then again, neither was I!! Oh yeah great. Do I really wanna go back to that life? Fuck no! If you tell someone you have loved forever that you love her and want to be with her forever, does that change things forever? Good god — a puzzle inside an enigma wrapped in Ginger. Tangled up in blue … or ginger? Tangled up with Nora!! Yeah baby!!

I apologized to Tammy. No sweetie, I just can’t share. I almost kissed her. God help me, what a complication that would have been!! Instead, I hugged her in thanks.

I called Lily after the door closed. “Yes, I’ll be there; what time? Okay, 5:30 it is.”

Lily stared when she saw me. She took my hand and led me to a conference room. “Sit. I’ll be right back.” Okay. She had a glass in each hand and used her hip to close the door. She handed me one. “Bourbon; take a sip and talk to me.”

Talk to you about what, Lily? Talk about the fact that I don’t want to sleep with you? That I’m in love with my best friend? That I have no idea what I want to do about Mark? That I like the idea of the house and don’t know if I need it? That asshole is, in fact, living up to his name? That Ginger really is Emily, who isn’t Emily any more? She nodded as I talked; only blanched a little when I mentioned her, and sat with me, sipping her drink slowly.

“I have no idea why I’m telling you any of this Lily. It’s not fair, really, to dump on you this way. Good lord, I thought my life sucked before when it was just simple, recently separated Emily. Now it’s a million times better and I’m a confused wreck.” I downed the rest of the glass in one gulp. My throat burned, my eyes watered, and I cried again. I cried on her shoulder as she held me. I kissed her. Yeah, that way. She let me … for about ten seconds.

She pushed me away gently, smiled and said, “Sex isn’t going to solve anything Ginger. You’ll feel good for about an hour and you’ll feel like shit the rest of what’s left of the day. I’m not going to tell you what to do, sweetie; you’re all grown up. I will tell you, as your friend — follow your instincts. Listen to your heart. You know what you want. Listen. Yeah, it may hurt or you may be disappointed, but those things are temporary. You need to feel good about you first, foremost, and always. You already know that!! You’re a good person, Emily. I know that about you. You want a laugh — I knew it about you the way we made love.” I stared; she nodded. “I’m not kidding, kiddo. You make your love sweetly, you give without reservation, and that’s part of why I wanted more of you. But your heart isn’t with me; it’s with your Nora. Tell her so, honey. Let the chips fall where they may.” Holy shit. She was right of course.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her, sweetly. She let me this time. I lingered on purpose; she understood. She nipped my lip as I broke the kiss. We both smiled. She said, “Now go tell the woman you love that you love her.” When I started to speak, she put a finger on my lips. “I know, she already knows. I can tell. This time it will be different and she’ll know it.” She smiled, her eyes glistening with tears. My god; how lucky am I? She smirked as I stared. “It’s why I’m filthy rich, Ginger. I put good people in the right homes for them.” I had to laugh at that one. Good point, Lily.

I thought about it all as I drove home. Asshole dumps me, Julia turns me inside out and upside down, my boss gives me a referral to a bisexual realtor with whom I have an affair — twice. I seduce my best friend in the whole world, we make fabulous love together, I get a lube job, meet a great guy, two dinners, one hot fuck, and the realtor helps me figure it all out. Weird huh? I stopped and got a sandwich at Subway. I poured a glass of wine, ate the sandwich, and pondered.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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They were outside again, swimming in the over-chlorinated pool of the apartment complex. He was wearing his snug swim suit, the red color looking very tempting against his tanned skin. She was wearing two black postage stamps and a black Band-Aid, her large breasts threatening to spill out.

Gracie went to her room and pulled on her own bikini. It was a white bathing suit, completely covered her small breasts. It was white, but it was lined; it would not become translucent when wet. She’d taken a shower with the bikini on, then stood and looked in the bathroom mirror, the lights on, to make sure. Her 34B breasts and light brown nipples would not be exposed after she swam a few laps. Gracie could sit, lounging against the steps and could chat with Warren, with Megan and her thatch of dark brown pubic hair would not show through the wet material, would not embarrass her. The bottom fit over her prominent backside, fully covered the two large globes of flesh. They would chat, former classmates of Kimble Academy in Kimble, Louisiana.

Did Gracie like living in the complex? How long had she lived there? So, what had she been up to since graduation; yes, it was so hard to believe that it had already been three years.

And what had they been up to? No, no, she wasn’t surprised that they were still together, Warren Carr and Megan Thibodeaux. They’d been the ‘Romeo and Juliette’ of Kimble Academy. Yes, she’d heard that Polly had not one, but two babies, but that wasn’t that big of a surprise; everyone had assumed the morbidly obese girl had been pregnant when she’d thundered across the stage to get her diploma. Yes, the fact that both babies were of mixed race, obviously African-American fatherhood, that was a bit of a surprise.

Gracie slipped her cover-up over her shoulders. It was a gauzy black material; the white bikini shone through, actually making the outfit look quite racy. She grabbed a beach towel from the linen closet and slung it casually over her shoulder.

A glance into the bathroom mirror affirmed that Gracie’s shoulder length blonde hair was perfect. Her large brown eyes peered out from under a light brown eyebrow. Her small nose made her pouting lips look all the more inviting, kissable.

Gracie decided a slash of red lipstick would be daring, inviting. She carefully applied the color, gave her lips a ‘smack’ and turned off the bathroom’s harsh light.

And then she peered out the window of her living room, peered down at the swimming pool. Gracie stood, peering through the small chink in the curtains, staring down at the swimming pool, where Warren and Megan lolled, feet dangling in the water of the swimming pool.

She checked; her apartment key was on a wristband. The key was securely clipped onto the band. It would not come off as she vigorously paddled back and forth in the cool water.

Gracie willed herself to move, to walk to the door of the apartment, to slip her feet into the flip flops that she kept right by the door. She willed herself to move to the door, slip the flip flops onto her feet, and open the door. She willed herself to walk to the door, slip her feet into the flip flops, open the door, close the door, casually walk down the stairs, unlatch the gate of the pool area, and drape her towel across one of the chaise lounges scattered about the pool’s area.

“Come on, Gracie, come on. Do it,” she whispered urgently. “Come on. Please?”

A movement caught her eye. Gracie bent at the waist and slightly pulled the curtain open.

Another couple had joined Warren and Megan. This other couple was actually in the water. She could not see their faces; their backs were to Gracie. The couple were talking with Warren and Megan.

“Oh, well, maybe next time; wouldn’t want to intrude…” Gracie murmured.

She saw Megan, talking. Megan was talking with her hands. She held her hands out in front of her chest and then pushed them in toward her chest. The beautiful blonde then held her hands wide open at her sides and puffed out her cheeks. The girl then laughed.

Gracie recognized Megan’s laugh. It was her cruel, hurtful laugh. Gracie had been on the receiving end of that laugh more times than she wanted to remember. Even from the second floor, Gracie could see the haughty, cruel expression on Megan’s face as she spoke with her hands.

Gracie then saw the other woman’s hand move. She saw the other woman pointing to herself. Megan’s face lost the haughty laugh; Megan shook her blonde head no vigorously.

The other woman again pointed to herself. Again Megan shook her head in denial.

Then Gracie saw Megan point directly to her apartment. She gasped and stepped back from the curtain, even though she knew the windows of the apartment building were tinted. Megan could not possibly mecidiyeköy escort see into the apartment. There was no way Megan could see Gracie peeking at the quartet through the small gap in her curtain.

After catching her breath, Gracie slowly stepped forward again and peered cautiously through the small opening in the curtain. She gasped and stepped back again.

Now, all four were looking at her apartment, Apartment 221. Gracie recognized the other couple.

Nancy and Eddy. Nancy Hebert and her boyfriend Edward Roberts.

“Should have, should have recognized them from their backs,” Gracie chided herself.

Edward had been six feet, five inches in high school. His body was massive, and it was all muscle. Nancy, his brunette girlfriend had actually looked funny standing next to Eddy; she was only five feet, two inches.

Even though Eddy had been a football player, and a baseball player, he had never been unkind to any student. Nancy, as the girlfriend of such a popular boy could have been a queen bitch, but she too had been very kind.

Gracie chanced another look and saw Megan again pointing toward her apartment. Again, she stepped back, shrank back. She saw Eddy now talking to Nancy, saw Nancy swimming toward the ladder of the pool. She admired Nancy’s pretty blue one piece bathing suit. The suit clung to Nancy’s small breasts, her slight paunch, and her wide hips. The light blue color was the same color as Nancy’s beautiful blue eyes.

Nancy had a square face, framed by her thick brown hair. Those beautiful blue eyes peered out from underneath Nancy’s perfectly shaped eyebrows. Her nose was a little button in the center of the square, lightly tanned face and her lips were full, permanently pouting.

Next to Megan, Gracie had always thought Nancy was the most beautiful girl at Kimble Academy. She had voted for Nancy to be Homecoming Queen and again to be the queen of the Spring Formal. Megan had won both times and Gracie had felt slighted. She had felt the disappointment, as if it had been her personal loss.

Gracie chanced another look at the foursome at the pool. But there were only three of them now. Warren and Eddy were looking in one direction and Megan was staring directly at Gracie. Gracie almost let a squeal escape at Megan’s cold stare.

“Aieegh!” Gracie did squeal when a knock sounded at her door.

“I, uh, who is it?” Gracie called out, voice shaking.

“Hey! It’s Nancy. Nancy Hebert, from school?” Nancy’s soft voice came through the door.

“I uh, what? I mean,” Gracie stammered.

What did she want? Why was she knocking on Gracie’s door?

Gracie forced herself to open the door. Her heart was in her ears, blood pounding as she unhooked the chain, twisted the deadbolt, then finally twisted the knob.

“Hey! Oh! You’re already ready! Great, come on down. Eddy and I came over to see Warren and Megan, and Megan said you live right here, come on,” Nancy prattled happily, grabbing Gracie’s hand.

“Megan knows where I live?” Gracie asked herself.

“Of course she does, dummy. She was pointing right at your apartment,” Gracie chided herself for asking such a stupid question.

“And when Megan said you were right there, I can’t believe you’re just right here, I mean, right on top of Warren and Megan; they live in one twenty one,” Nancy said as Gracie stepped into her flip flops, stepped out the door and locked the apartment.

The sides of Nancy’s swimsuit were cut high, exposing Nancy’s slightly wide hips. As she walked in front of Gracie, Gracie could see Nancy’s buttocks peeking out the bottom of the light blue material.

“How’d you find a suit matched your eyes perfect like that?” Gracie blurted out.

“I know, right?” Nancy squealed.

Gracie could not hear anything after that; Nancy had grabbed Gracie’s hand and pulled her toward the steps. Nancy’s hand was still slick from being in the swimming pool. The skin was actually slightly cool to the touch because of the water. But the contact made Gracie feel like her flesh was on fire.

“Hey Grace; how’s it going?” Eddy smiled as Nancy and Gracie approached the pool area.

“I uh,” Gracie said.

Gracie draped her towel over a chair, making sure to face the pool. Bending would thrust her ample buttocks out, would draw attention to her large hillocks of flesh. She kept herself angled slightly away as she slipped her cover-up off.

“Man, can see you still such a skilled conversationalist,” Megan sniped.

“Hey Megan, huh?” Nancy snapped angrily as she kicked her flip flops toward the chaise lounge she and Eddy had draped their towels onto. “Shit might have worked in high school, but this ain’t high school, huh?”

“Oh, whatever,” Megan snapped.

“Yeah,” Eddy told Gracie as she slowly walked down the steps into the cool water. “Warren and Megan called us up, said ‘come on over; got a big old pool no one ever swims in.”

“Yeah, I uh, I never see anyone in it,” Gracie affirmed.

“Oh, good, so aksaray escort no one’s peed in it lately huh?” Eddy asked.

“Guh-ross!” Nancy shrilled as she too walked down the steps into the water.

Gracie did swim a few laps. But she was the only one. Warren and Megan seemed content to dangle their feet into the water. Nancy and Eddy seemed content to just stand in the water and chat with Warren and Megan. So, after a few laps, Gracie stood near Nancy and bobbed while the quartet chatted.

“Heard about Ryan, huh?” Warren asked Gracie.

“Ryan?” Gracie asked, flinging her wet hair back.

“Ryan. Ryan Arnaud,” Megan said, tone of voice not very friendly.

“Arcenaux,” Eddy corrected.

“Oh, whatever,” Megan said.

“Yeah, tried to see what a three fifty seven could do to his head,” Warren chuckled.

“Bang!” Megan giggled.

“Y’all!” Nancy gasped, mouth open in shock.

“Really, y’all,” Eddy said, walking toward the steps of the pool.

Gracie stood in the pool, watching, listening as the quartet argued. Eddy and Nancy were upset with Warren and Megan for their callous words about the suicide of a former classmate. Warren and Megan seemed to be of the mind that Eddy and Nancy were just too sensitive.

Finally, Warren and Megan stormed away, to Apartment 121. The slamming door made Gracie flinch. Then she sighed and swam to the steps. As she slowly stepped up, Gracie did congratulate herself; she’d come out of her apartment, she’d come out and she’d gotten into the pool. She’d gotten out of her apartment and she’d talked with other people.

“Hey, I, we’re sorry about all that,” Eddy quietly said.

“I cannot, I just cannot believe,” Nancy said, pulling a long tee shirt on over her still wet swimsuit.

“But it really was great seeing you,” Eddy said as he slipped his own tee shirt on over his swim trunks.

“Eddy, still got them burgers?” Nancy asked.

“The, yeah, back of the freezer,” Eddy agreed.

“Hey, why don’t you come on over?” Nancy asked Gracie. “We just moved in; four sixteen Cross Circle. We’ll do some burgers, okay?”

“Oh, I uh, I don’t know,” Gracie said, toweling herself.

“Please?” Nancy begged, grasping Gracie’s hands.

Know, I could just pick her up, put her over my shoulder,” Eddy joked.

“Unless you want Eddy kidnap you, you better just come on, huh?” Nancy smiled, not releasing Gracie’s hands.

“What you got on is fine,” Eddy said to Gracie, who frozen, unable to think, to act.

“Didn’t want tell Warren and Megan, but we got a hot tub at our place,” Nancy whispered to Gracie.

“And an eight foot tall privacy fence,” Eddy said, actually motioning with his hand, demonstrating the unseen fence.

“I uh, God,” Gracie stammered, cursing her timid, indecisive nature.

“Would you feel better if you drove? Had your own car there?” Nancy suggested.

“I uh, yeah,” Gracie agreed.

“Eddy, go on, get the grill ready; I’ll go with Gracie, okay?” Nancy suggested to her boyfriend.

“I uh, I need get my keys,” Gracie said.

“Okay,” Nancy agreed, grabbing her purse.

Nancy and Eddy kissed, then Eddy left the pool area through a different gate. Gracie led them up the flight of steps again, cursing the fact that Nancy was looking right at her chubby backside.

“Oh, this is nice!” Nancy enthused when they stepped into Gracie’s apartment.

“Thanks,” Gracie said, pleased with the compliment.

“I mean, Megan’s? Looks like Salvation Army rejects,” Nancy said. “God damn, cannot believe, I mean, yeah, Ryan wasn’t all that popular, but still. To laugh about his suicide?”

Gracie quickly pulled on a pair of khaki shorts. She also slid a soft, slinky top on over her damp bikini top. Slip on canvas sneakers completed her outfit and she grabbed her purse.

Gracie made sure she had her small pill box. She also checked that there were some pills in the box. There were three of her anti-anxiety pills and she was tempted to take all three pills immediately.

Gracie wondered what Megan and Warren would think if they’d known that the day after High School graduation, she had attempted suicide. She’d taken a handful of pills and washed it all down with a half of a fifth of St. Elizabeth vodka.

Throwing up had foiled that suicide attempt. The ensuing headache had convinced Gracie she would not want to repeat the endeavor. So she started seeing Dr. Melanie Leblanc again.

Just thinking about the doctor caused Gracie to feel a little flutter in her belly. The woman was so pretty, with her big brown eyes, long brown hair and wide smile. The woman always displayed such a loving and welcome manner that Gracie had fallen in love with the woman.

When Gracie had confessed her attraction to Dr. Leblanc, the woman had been so gracious, so encouraging that her refusal had not seemed like a rejection. But Dr. Leblanc did let Gracie know they would never be more than doctor and patient.

“Yeah, Megan’s dancing now, down at nişantaşı escort that Caliente place but you already knew that, huh?” Nancy was prattling, still looking around the small apartment with interest. “Your bed is beautiful; that’s a sleigh bed?”

“No one’s allowed in my bedroom!” Gracie shrieked, terrified.

“What?” Nancy shrilled, startled by Gracie’s reaction.

“No one’s allowed in my bedroom,” Gracie said again, wrapping her arms around herself, trying to protect herself.

“Oh, okay,” Nancy said, backing out of the room.

Gracie tried to catch her breath. She weakly wobbled from closet to the door of her bedroom.

“I uh, just my lovers,” Gracie tried to joke, now that the crisis was past.

“Oh, so I can go in your bedroom then, huh?” Nancy joked, blowing an air kiss at Gracie.

“What?” Gracie squealed.

“Ready?” Nancy asked, peering at the appliances on Gracie’s kitchen counter. “Oh, hey, you got you one them K-cup thingies, huh? Man, Eddy would be so jealous.”

“Yeah, I mean, sometimes? Just need one cup, don’t need make a whole pot,” Gracie agreed. “Although, those K-cups? They are not cheap. Seven ninety nine for a box of sixteen of them.”

“That’s only fifty cents a cup,” Nancy said as Gracie locked, then checked the locks of her apartment door. “Cup of coffee at Jitters is eight bucks.”

“Uh huh, but make a pot of coffee? Works out to twenty eight cents a cup,” Gracie said as they walked down the stairs.

“Whatever,” Nancy said as Gracie steered her toward her gold Jeep Wrangler. “Oh, hey! This yours? I’ve seen this before.”

“I uh, I’m a student at U.L.D,” Gracie offered. “Probably seen it there.”

“Oh! What you taking? I’m in Nursing. Only need twenty nine more hours,” Nancy said.

“I uh, Business Administration. Got the required stuff out the way, tested out of most of it,” Gracie admitted.

“What’s your favorite class so far?” Nancy asked as Gracie carefully pulled out of the parking lot onto Highway 52.

“Business Opportunities,” Gracie said, without hesitation. “Taught by Anita Lopez? God! She’s like this total genius. She’s not even twenty three yet and she’s already a multi-millionaire, I swear. You know them Pizzaco trucks? That’s her. Oh! Oh! And, Cross Circle! Almost every single house on that street is one of hers. Did you know that?”

Nancy looked at the suddenly quite animated woman that sat next to her. The most animated she’d ever seen Grace Ann Taylor was ten minutes ago, when she’d entered Grace’s bedroom. Every time before that, Grace had been merely a shadow, almost a whisper.

“Like her, huh?” Nancy giggled.

“Like her? God, I idolize her!” Gracie enthused, turning onto Highway 19.

“I like this Gracie,” Nancy declared, resting her hand on Gracie’s knee.

“What? What you mean?” Gracie stammered, eyes wide with fright again.

“You. You’re talking, you’re happy about something,” Nancy said, rubbing Gracie’s smooth, soft thigh.

Nancy twisted slightly in the car’s bucket seat. Gracie’s eyes were bulging, her hands were white on the steering wheel. If they were not travelling at forty five miles per hour on Highway 19, Gracie would have bolted, would have leapt from the vehicle.

“Gracie, you’re like, one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever known,” Nancy declared. “Beautiful hair, beautiful eyes; I could just kiss you. But every time I ever tried talking to you, you’d just up and run away.”

“Social anxiety!” Gracie shrilled, forcing herself to ease her foot off the accelerator.

“But what, why?” Nancy asked, rubbing Gracie’s leg softly. “As beautiful…”

“My dad hates me and my mom! Tried having us killed! Even tried having me kidnapped when I was five!” Gracie screamed, slamming on the brakes just after turning the Jeep onto Cross Circle. “And I’m not beautiful! My tits are too small, my ass is huge!”

Gracie jerked open her purse and fumbled frantically. She found her pill box and swallowed one of the pills. After a second hesitation, she swallowed the other two pills as well.

“I need to go,” she declared. “Those pills, they take about twenty minutes start working; God damn it! Why the fuck, why the fucking fuck can’t they make fast acting anti-anxiety pills? Huh? But then I won’t be able to drive; I’ll be a God damned stupid ass zombie. I hate my pills, I hate my life, I fucking hate myself!”

“Come on, Gracie, we’re right up here, right up here on the right, okay? Just three more blocks, right up here, right on the right, okay?” Nancy coaxed. “Got a nice couch, got, oh! Got a nice bed in the second bedroom and we’ll be right down the hall, right there, right down the hall. You’ll be all right. And I’m studying be a nurse, I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Aaieegh!” Gracie screamed aloud, at the top of her lungs. She then collapsed against the steering wheel, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Why? Why’d I even think I could…” Gracie babbled, heartbroken.

“No, no, oh Gracie, no, oh come on sweetheart, come on, it’ll be all right, it’ll be all right,” Nancy soothed, gently rubbing up and down Gracie’s back. “Come on, three more blocks, just three more blocks and we’ll find you a nice soft bed, nice soft bed. All safe and sound, all snuggled up in the nice soft bed, okay?”

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I sit on the edge of my bed with the note in my hand. ‘Anytime you’re ready you can repay me,’ it read. I am ready . . . I think. I have been dreaming of her, fantasizing about her, longing for her for weeks now. I doubt she’ll even remember me. I think I’ll just go down there. I’ll see if she shows any sign of recognition.

I slip into a royal blue lace teddy. I like it because it accentuates my breasts. The lace stretches tightly across them and creates wonderful cleavage. I slide the thigh high stockings on and clip them into the garter belt. And I put a short little floral dress on that buttons all the way up the front. After looking myself over in the mirror I head out the door.

I am nervous but determined to show her the pleasures she has shown me. I was going to take charge this time.

As I walk into the store I see that she is helping a gentleman with an armoire he is interested in. We make eye contact and I can clearly see she remembers me. I begin to wander around and I see a display that intrigues me. It is silk scarves. They are bright colored and long. They are hung in a group over a porcelain hand. I get an idea and I take a few and lay them over my arm. I keep browsing and find more treasures! I see some wonderful old inkwells. They are dry but the feather pens are still intact. şişli escort I take one of those too. I can hear that they are almost done so I start heading for the back of the store. On my way I see a basket with plastic fruits and vegetables in it. JACKPOT!! I grab the basket and disappear.

The front door opens and closes as she locks us in. I hold my breath as the sound of her footsteps gets louder and louder. I see her now. She has on a black skirt and a red blouse that is unbuttoned just enough that I can see the tops of her breasts. As she enters the room all the way I step toward her.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I say as I lean in to kiss her.

She kisses back with the passion of ten seas at high tide. I start to lose my control but I pull away.

“I owe you. Please sit down.” I sounded like I was squeaking.

She sits down without a word and I approach her while unbuttoning my dress. She sighs as I let it fall to the floor. I begin to unbutton her blouse and slide it off of her. I reach around and undo her bra. I can smell her perfume and I begin to kiss and lick her neck and shoulders as I slide the bra off and throw it to the floor. Lathing my tongue down to her left nipple I begin to suck as my hand moves to cup and squeeze her right breast. My fingertip çapa escort swirl in circles around the nipple a few times before I softly pinch it. Hearing a moan, my head lifts to see her head back and her eyes closed. I kiss her lightly on the mouth as I switch and suck the right nipple now as I tease and pinch the left one.

I feel her legs start to open and her hands move to the inside of her thighs. I grab the scarves and begin tying one around her right wrist. I feel her eyes on me and look up. She is smiling. I stretch her hand out to the side and tie the scarf to the arm of the love seat. I take another scarf and tie it to the left wrist and tie it to the other armrest. I pick up another scarf and hook it around her knee and draw it up and out to the same armrest. As I do the same with the other knee I see her looking at herself in this splayed position. Totally at my mercy.

Taking the last scarf, I lay it over her eyes. I tie it behind her head and kneel back down in front of her. I like the way she looks all tied up with her skirt around her waist. I am getting wet and really horny. Lifting her left ankle I kiss and lick my way up to the inside of her thigh. I hear her gasp as I pull away. I kiss the other ankle and lick, again, only to the inside of her thigh.

Picking up mecidiyeköy escort the feather pen I begin to slither the feather over her breasts. Her back arches to reach me and I can hear a tiny little moan escaping those sexy lips. I run the feather down her belly and all the way to her ankle. Starting at the other ankle I swirl it all the way back up. She is writhing within her restraints and moaning louder now.

As I ease the feather back down, I graze it right over her clit and dripping pussy. She grunts and pushes toward me. I can’t take it any more so I lean in and lick. A long, wide stroke from the clit down to the honey pot and slide my tongue in. I repeat the same lick several times as she twists and turns. As I begin to suck her clit she starts moaning louder. She is dripping wet. I reach for the plastic fruit and find a banana. I slowly push it into her as I suck her clit. She pushes back at me trying to take more. I begin to slide it in and pull it out. Slowly at first then faster and harder and deeper. She begins to scream and writhe as she pours her sweet juices all over my hand and face.

I reach and untie her hands first; then her knees. She is still in bliss so I let her lie there. I leave her blindfold in place. She can remove it when she is ready. I believe she has fallen asleep. I clean up and get dressed. I leave a note, with my number and address, on the counter that says, ‘Are we even? I hope not Gwen. I’m going home to play!!!!’

Kissing her lightly on the forehead I leave by the back door.

More soon . . .

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Donna and Marie

A young woman discovers bisexuality

Pt. 1

I knew Marie was bisexual. She seemed so comfortable with the fact that it never made me feel uncomfortable. We had been working in the same office for over a year now. We always enjoyed chatting but we had never met outside work. Lately I had been having enough trouble with men that some female companionship seemed a welcome idea. Maybe I could benefit from a “different” perspective.

I had been mulling this over when I saw her through the door to the lunchroom. She was stirring a cup of coffee and looking at her phone. I walked in and asked, “Busy? Or would you like company?”

“Junk mail! It’s killing me. Please…” She gestured to the chair next to her. I always liked her very slight French accent. Just a touch of the exotic.

“OK,” I said, “just for a minute though. I have a client meeting starting pretty soon.”

“Hey! Isn’t it this weekend that you are going to the Lion King?

“Boy, you sure know how to poke right at a nerve!”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“We have had these tickets for, what, 2 months? And last night Jerry says, ‘Hey Babe, I’m going hunting this weekend’. Well you can imagine it was downhill from there. ‘But, Babe, this is my only chance to get a boar or a bear or whatever the hell. Blah-blah-blah.'”

“Donna, I’m sorry. Can I help in some way?

“Well, I got an extra ticket if you’re free Saturday night.”

“I would love to go! I saw it before, years ago but I loved it. Definitely worth a do-over,” she said.

“Really? Great! I never imagined you would be free on such short notice. Let’s do it”

Marie smiled at me and I felt a lot better. Then I said, “But the bigger question is whether you ‘can’t live with ’em and can’t live without ’em’ or ‘you need ’em like a fish needs a bicycle.'”

“I hear you girlfriend!” Marie said with a smirk and I felt she understood completely. She gave me an appraising look for a long moment. Then she said, “What are you doing Saturday afternoon?”

“Nothing,” I shrugged.

“Come to my place at Noon. We’ll have lunch and a girl’s afternoon and get ready for the play.”

“OK”, I said. I felt a little apprehension but I really didn’t have anything else on the calendar and I wouldn’t sit around thinking about boar hunting or whatever. “Text me your address and stuff. I gotta go. And thanks, Marie. See you”

On Friday, I got a text with Marie’s address. I replied, “Got it. See you noon tomorrow.”

Later, just after I got home from work, she texted again: “Be clean when you come but just wear some old sweats. See you tomorrow!”

I thought, “well that’s odd. I can’t wear sweats to the theater.” But it was a clear and simple request and I couldn’t see what harm it could do. She didn’t live too far away so if worse came to worst I could just stop back home and change before we went to the show.

Saturday morning, I slept a little late, had my usual coffee, news website and an egg scrambled with cheddar. I took a leisurly bath, shaved, and shampooed. “Be clean” she had said and that’s just how I felt. I even left off any make-up although I put some essentials in a pouch to take with me. I found a sweatshirt and sweatpants I hadn’t used in a long time and put them on over an ordinary bra and panties. Looking in the mirror, I thought, “well you look great. Like you’re ready to vacuum the house or wash the windows.”

When Marie opened the door wearing sweats too, she also opened her arms welcoming me with a hug. I thought it was a typical girlfriend hug but she didn’t let go right away. The situation had me slightly on edge anyway and I was taken aback.

While we embraced there in the entry hall, she spoke softly into my ear, “I know you are upset and a little anxious about Jerry and everything. But I just want you to let go of all that and relax and we can have a nice afternoon and evening.”

As she continued to hold me, I let that sink in and did find myself relaxing and lightening up somehow. Somehow, her strength and support flowed into me a little and made me feel welcome and at home there. We separated and she just smiled at me and I found myself smiling back!

“Come on in” she said, “let me show you around.”

We walked into her smallish two-bedroom house. The place was clean and nicely decorated in neutral tones with striking accents in black and red. As we peeked into the larger bedroom, I couldn’t help noticing a lot of clothes piled all around the bed, as if she was cleaning out closets or drawers or something. Marie didn’t comment on it and neither did I. When we got to the kitchen, I was surprised to see through a sliding glass door that there was a patio cover with a barbecue/bar island flowing naturally to a spa and then a pool! Compact looking but also kind of luxurious.

Looking the other way there was a high breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the dining/living room area. There were two places set on the bar with small plates, napkins and silverware. bursa eve gelen escort Marie said, “Well that’s it, Donna. Welcome to my humble abode!”

“Very nice!” I said, “I’m impressed!”

“Please. Sit,” she said gesturing toward one of the place settings. “Do you like crab salad? Some avocado? Maybe a little white wine?”

“Wine! I said, glancing at my wrist as if there was a watch there.

“Very French,” she said grinning. When she brought over a glass, I saw that the bottle was indeed a pale French white. We clinked glasses and sipped.

“Delicious!” I said.

“I know a place where you can get such things. I’ll show you sometime.”

As she got dishes out of the fridge and put them out in front of me, I asked her how she happened to have such a nice house.

“I was married once, some years ago. He was very successful in his job and when we divorced, I told him all I wanted was the house. He was fine with that but it did come with a mortgage. I have been working and paying ever since. But I love the place so I’m not complaining. Plus, a few raises and promotions have made it easier. I’m pretty comfortable now.”

We chatted and ate lunch which was every bit as good as the wine. I told her a little about my place and we talked about work for a while. We seemed to avoid the topic of men and relationships. The conversation lagged as we cleared the table and Marie straightened up the kitchen. When she was done, she stood before me and held out both her hands palms up. It seemed a natural response to put my hands in hers and so I did. She looked into my eyes and said,

“Donna, I know you know men. So do I. In answer to your question the other day, I’d say we can’t live without them — at least not forever. But there are other ways we can enjoy that closeness and affection that makes life worth living. I’d like to try something with you. You might call it sensitivity training or something. Are you willing? I can promise it won’t hurt a bit.”

She smiled a little conspiratorially. I experienced a twinge — part anxiety and part anticipation — over what? I said, “OK, I guess.”

“Good!” Marie said, letting go of my hands and refilling our wine glasses. “Let’s go in the living room.”

When were seated side by side on the couch, she turned to me and said, “Donna, you are a very pretty girl. I hope you realize that.” I could feel myself blushing. “Do you?”

“Well, I always had men who were interested in dating me but I never thought of myself as having movie star looks or anything.” I replied.

“Well, you are hot!” Marie said, and I could feel myself blushing even more. “I think that soon you will feel that way. What do you consider the most attractive part of your body?” she asked.

“I don’t know, maybe my legs?”

“OK, good. Here’s what I want you to do. You and I are about the same size. We’re nearly the same height and I bet we’re within 5 or 10 lbs. of each other. In my bedroom, there are a bunch of clothes on the bed and shoes on the floor. Go in there and pick a pair of shoes and a pair of shorts that you think show off your legs the best. Put them on and come back out.”

I said to myself, “in for a penny, in for a pound” and headed for the bedroom. I realized there was some logic to the clothes lying on the bed. Along one side were tops, along the otherside were undies — and I noticed they were all colors and some pretty minimal! — and along the foot of the bed were shorts. A bunch of shoes were lined up along the wall. I closed the door and on the back of it was a full-length mirror. I took off my sweatpants and looked at my legs in the mirror. Not bad.

So I scanned the shoes and pulled out several pair that looked cute. The second pair I tried on, black sandals with a medium heel looked good, not too formal but classy. Next, I found a pair of pink terrycloth short shorts, kind of like athletic shorts. Looking in the mirror, I thought, “Good. Let’s see what Marie thinks.”

When I returned to the living room, I saw that the fireplace was lit. She saw my look and said, “It’s got a fan or something and it works pretty good. We don’t want you to get cold!” Also, she had turned on some music, light jazz — Diana Krull I think – playing low in the background.

She took my hand and said, “Here, get up on the coffee table.” I didn’t expect that and Marie could tell. “Don’t worry, it has been tested, believe me. It won’t break or tip.” I could see it wasn’t an especially fine piece so I stepped up. She sat on the edge of the couch and looked at me, studying my legs. Again I felt embarrassed. “Beautiful!” she said, then, “Relax. Pose a little.” I moved around trying to get comfortable up on a pedestal but it was hard.

Then she said, “OK, I’m going to try a little massage therapy.” She got a bottle of moisturizer from the end table and kneeled down by the coffee table. Without a word, she squirted some cream in her hand and started rubbing my ankle. Well that felt bursa escort pretty good. She said, “Just close your eyes and enjoy the sensation.” So I did. I felt her hands gradually working their way up from my ankle. It did feel good — like a massage.

“You have nice firm legs, Donna. Your workouts are paying off.” By now her hands were rising above my knee. I was wondering where this was going to wind up and not sure how I wanted it to. She was kneading my thigh muscles and I did relax some. When she got to the bottom of the shorts, she stopped and went to the ankle of my other leg. With a better idea what to expect, I was better able to let go and enjoy it. And there is nothing wrong with having my skin moisturized.

By the time she got all the way up on that leg, I was feeling pretty good. Then she surprised me again: She kissed the front of my thigh. Just once and said again, “Beautiful!”

She took my hand and helped me down off the coffee table and gestured to the couch. She topped up my wineglass and said, “Sit tight. I’ll be right back.” She went in the bedroom and closed the door. I sat back on the couch and propped my feet on the coffee table. Looking at my legs, I felt good — like I had made the grade. I took a sip of wine and really did feel relaxed.

Marie came back out and in place of her sweatpants; she had on a pair of black satin shorts and was wearing some dark red pumps with maybe a 2″ heel. Still with the sweatshirt on top like me, it looked odd but somehow it did emphasize her legs. They were very nice too. A little more definition than mine and also showing signs of visits to the gym. She held out her hand to me and I got up off the couch. “Help me up”, she said, and hopped up on the coffee table. She wasn’t bashful and moved around a little posing like a model. “Well?” she said smiling, “How about some massage therapy?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I said, “Coming right up!” I took the moisturizer and started at her ankle as she had. It was strange at first so purposefully touching another woman. But I have to admit I enjoyed it. Touching is a different way to sense the differences between our two bodies. By the time I had rubbed her all the way up both legs, I had a new appreciation for her fantastic legs! Impishly, I gave her thigh a kiss too and then looked up and smiled. She got down off the table and hugged me. But this time, our legs meshed together and we each squeezed the other’s. It was a little more than a sisterly hug and it was quite nice!

“OK,” said Marie, “Back to wardrobe with you. This time, pick a bra and a top that shows off your breasts.” She was quite forward about it and I think she sensed an inner flinch on my part. “As you can see the blinds are down and the curtains drawn. Think of it as the women’s area of a luxury spa.”

I hesitated for an instant and then said, “OK.”

In the bedroom, I pulled off the sweatshirt and bra and started leafing through the bras on the bed. I held a couple up to my boobs but the cups seemed too big. My breasts aren’t tiny but I guess they are a little smaller than Marie’s. Then I noticed a minimal one and tried it on. It fit with no gaps but it was a shelf bra and didn’t cover my nipples. Oh, well. She said to show off my breasts. I found a sleeveless top that buttoned up the front in a crisp white cotton. Checking myself in the mirror, I didn’t look too bad in a hookerish sort of way. But it wasn’t obvious that my nips were exposed.

Returning to the living room, Marie said, “Nice! A lot better than the sweats!” She led me over to stand facing the fireplace. I was just close enough that I could sense a little radiant heat. She once again started with the moisturizer on my hand this time. She worked her way up one arm to my shoulder but keeping the cream off the blouse. Then she started at the other hand. When she got to the shoulder this time, she moved behind me and reached around to the front and started undoing the buttons on the blouse. Once again, I felt myself flush but had no real reason to stop her. She just pulled it off my shoulders and I pulled my arms out. There I was, facing the fire with Marie behind me, and I folded my arms across my breasts.

Marie didn’t say anything. She took some moisturizer and started massaging my lower back. Her hands worked both sides and came around to my tummy. She worked up to my ribcage and then around to the back again. This time, she stopped massaging and unhooked the bra. She helped it fall forward and I let it go to the floor. In my ear she said, “Lace your hands together behind your head and close your eyes.” As I did that, she started massaging my shoulders and the base of my neck. Then her hands came around each side of me again and this time she drew her fingers along the underside of my breasts. By now, this was feeling pretty good and not just in a massage way! Gradually, her hands found more and more of my breasts, gently probing. Finally she answered my unspoken request and touched my nipples. I could feel them tighten and görükle escort stand up instantly. At this she cooed in my ear a little. “Mmm” she said, “perky!” She teased my nipples a little more and I started to get pretty aroused. Finally, she cupped both my breasts in her hand, sort of hugging me from behind. Then she nibbled the back of my ear and kissed my neck. I was about to collapse when she let go, turned me around to see her smiling face and said, “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Marie headed for the bedroom and I sat on the couch. My head was spinning! Here I was, in my friend’s living room, wearing short shorts and little else. I was excited but I really didn’t feel nervous. I sipped a little wine. My breasts were right here so I stroked one nipple. I was enjoying the fire and its warmth. Then I realized, quite pleased, that I hadn’t thought about Jerry in quite a while.

When Marie came back out, she was wearing a white top that was cut like a camisole with spaghetti straps. It was made of lycra or something form fitting and hugged her from the belly button up. I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra and had to admit she had nice tits. She said, “Come on…you know the drill!” She stood as I had in front of the fire and I started working the lotion into her hands and arms. With the little straps, I was able to massage all the way up to her shoulders. At that point, Marie slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled out her arms. I was now able to massage her shoulders and neck easily. But then, I didn’t know exactly what to do next. She seemed to sense this and just pulled her top down, like a tube top, stretched it over her hips and stepped out! She was nude from the waist up! She stood back up, and, as I had, she faced away from me toward the fire and laced her hands behind her head. She said nothing and I started to massage her lower back, gradually working around to the front.

Finally, I ventured up to the underside of her breasts. They were a little bigger than mine. They had a little more heft to them. I found that I wanted to fill my hands with them! From behind, I could really explore them just by touch. I was surprised at how much I liked feeling their weight! Gradually, I started to concentrate on her nipples. Using some of the moisturizer, I could feel that they were bigger than mine but not so pointy. By this time, I had buried my face in the crook of her neck and was moaning a little. Though I couldn’t see her face, I somehow knew she was smiling.

Finally, she just turned around and we embraced, front to front, bare boobs and all. She kissed me once, lightly on the mouth. Then she pulled away a little so we could see each other while still holding on. I then saw that her nipples were darker than mine and very luxurious looking. Mine were quite erect and she bobbed around bumping her nipples against mine. The whole sensation was fantastic! How could this be happening?

She dropped her arms and I did the same. We sat down on the couch, side by side, thighs touching, feeling very warm, flushed even. “Here,” she said handing me my wine glass, “we need some refreshment!” We sipped for a while without talking. I really wanted to look at her boobs some more. Marie saw me glancing sideways and took one breast in her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Feel free!” she said.

I said, “Wait a minute. What’s going on here? Am I a lesbian?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she replied. “Let’s just say you are a passionate, sexual being. You enjoy the pleasure your body can experience and I think you enjoy the pleasure you can give another.”

“I guess I would have to agree to that!” I said. “But this is a kind of pleasure I have never even imagined.”

“Oh, really?!” said Marie, “Never?”

“Well, maybe a little fantasy or two,” I replied grinning sheepishly.

“Uh-huh,” she said. Then she leaned over and kissed me. This time it was a real kiss, warm, long and deep. I felt a thrill go all the way through my body.

She sat back and watched me. I sat back too, and in sort of a daze said, “I need to use the ladies room.”

“Use the one off my room. I’ll use the guest one.”

I went into her bedroom and closed the door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, standing there in short shorts and shoes and nothing else. I guess I did look kind of hot. I went into the bathroom and took a few calming breaths. “OK” I said to myself, “This is kind of fun. Pretty different but fun just the same”

I sat down to pee. That’s when I noticed that my pussy and panties and even the shorts were pretty wet! I must have been more excited than I thought! Well, I couldn’t put those back on. I went back into the bedroom and found a pair of lacy boy shorts in light blue. I slipped into them and they hugged my bottom just right. Somehow, I felt that outer shorts would be over dressing so I just sauntered back out to the living room like that — panties and shoes.

Marie was apparently still in the bathroom. I wandered around a little, looking at her artwork and checking out her books and stuff. From behind me, I heard, “Hi!” I turned and had two more surprises: Marie was standing across the room wearing only her shoes and I couldn’t help noticing there was no hair on her pussy! I had to admit she was beautiful. I told her so and she said, “So are you, Donna.”

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Please note that this story contains scat (shit) play that, I appreciate, is not to everyone’s taste! For those who are open to this fetish, please enjoy and, as always, let me know what you think.

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Now I sit down to write my tale I hit that ‘Where do I start?’ problem. I’d like to start with some wonderful, engaging and entertaining opening paragraph that drops you, my dear reader, into the thrill and excitement of my life… but who am I kidding: my life is extremely short of thrill and excitement. Apart from that afternoon three months ago and as that is the story I want to tell I can hardly begin in the middle of that – it wouldn’t make any sense for a start! So: it looks like I shall have to start with the good old and ever popular ‘brief biography’ opening…

My name is Emma-Jane, Em or Emmy to my friends. I am 25, I have red hair, pale blue eyes and the pale, freckled complexion that inevitably seems to accompany such colouring. Needless to say, tanning is something that happens to other people. My figure is 36C – 28 – 38 and 5 foot 3 tall, which makes me quite curvy. I was a very chubby child and teen – okay, I was fat, alright? – and remained overweight until a few years ago. Being overweight I was often teased and called names, which made me shy. I realised that I was gay when I was around 15: it was girls that caught my eye and my fantasies. However, coming out was never going to happen at school or college – why give the bullies yet more ammunition? And anyway, who’d have wanted to be with a wobble bottom like me?

This changed when a diet club was set up at work; something just clicked and I really went for it, losing lost 4 stones (nearly 60 lbs) in 18 months. I started to exercise and began running regularly and have kept the running going and the weight off. I try to run three times a week; and at that time one of my regular runs was to bring my running kit into work on a Friday and to run home afterwards. I also have quite a thing for Lycra (that’s Spandex for those of an American persuasion), not only the look of it but also the feel of wearing it. I love the way it hugs the body, making you feel almost naked whilst still clothed! I guess I also have an exhibitionist streak in me.

I lived then (as I still do now) in a two bed mid-terrace house with Helen, a very attractive girl a year or so older than me. She is a very happy, bubbly girl with dark hair, hazel eyes and a Mediterranean complexion the opposite of mine. We are of a similar height but she is a little slimmer than me. I thought she was stunningly attractive, something regularly brought to my attention by her laissez-faire attitude to clothing such as her habit of wandering around in just her panties first thing in the morning. Alas, she was also, as far as I could tell, completely straight. Not that I was going to make a move on her or even admit my orientation – I did not want to risk our friendship nor the house that we had been lucky to find and could only just afford together.

And now, dear reader, we can begin the story proper: Once upon a Friday 13th…

I’ve never been one for superstition but on this particular Friday 13th it seemed that various other Emma-Janes in past lives or parallel universes were going around breaking mirrors, walking under ladders and kicking black cats while all the accumulated misfortune was being visited on me! The kettle broke so Helen and I both had to go without tea that morning. The bus broke down on the way to work so I had to walk – in the rain! My boss was in a foul mood from the start and my being late didn’t help. Neither did the printer breakdown that meant I couldn’t print off the report he was so desperate for. At lunchtime, a colleague managed to empty his coffee half over my lunch and half over me. Fortunately, being Friday, I had my running kit with me so at least I could change out of the wet, stained clothes. However, having to keep explaining why I was wearing Lycra leggings, a running vest and running shoes did nothing to improve my day.

Out of sheer frustration and the need to let of steam I sent Helen a text:

HAVING A TOTALLY SHITTY DAY – FRI 13TH IS OUT TO GET ME! HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING BETTER AND HAVE A GOOD EVENING. EM X

I knew Helen was going out right after work to some kind of retirement or leaving celebration at a pub near her office, so she wouldn’t be home till late. I pressed SEND and was just putting my phone in my pocked when it gave three sharp beeps. I looked at it in time to see the battery flat symbol as the phone shut down. Damn, no phone. Needless to say, no one in the office that day had a phone charger I could use.

By the time 5 o’clock came around I was desperate to get the hell out of there, hoping that the run would help dispel some of the stresses of the day, particularly as the weather had cleared up and the sun was shining. I vaguely needed the toilet but decided it could wait for the 40 minutes it would take to get home and headed out the door.

As görükle escort bayan so often, the first five minutes were an effort as I started to breathe heavily. However, press on and you find your rhythm, and so my breathing settled. It’s not the most scenic of runs but in the early evening sun the trees and occasional flowers glowed prettily and I began to feel the stresses of the day fall away. Another five minutes passed happily but then I felt a rumble in my gut and my need to poop returned. I ran on, trying not to think about it.

I was now just over halfway home and things were getting uncomfortable. My arse had that full feeling and I was regretting not going before I set off. Another rumble a few minutes later and the full feeling increased: there was definitely a feeling of pressure in there. I tried to think of what I could do but nothing suggested itself. I was now running along residential streets which, despite the sun, were deserted.

By the time there were only three or four hundred metres to go, the need to poop was becoming unbearable. I tried to increase my pace, more than a little keen to get home quickly, but found it hard to do while still holding on. I was aware that I was running with an odd gait and looked around to check that no one was around to see me. There wasn’t but the good fortune was short lived and I tripped on a tree root that had split the pavement. I desperately tried to regain my balance and avoid falling but as I did so I felt, with horror, a sticky warmth filling the arse of my leggings.

I had shit myself! Worse, it seemed that now the flow had started, I struggled to stop it. I felt the fabric bulge and I couldn’t help pressing my hand over the lump and pushing it back, trying to conceal it. The filthy mess of my shit now filled my bum crack and squelched and oozed as I kept running. I was hugely embarrassed but at the same time the feeling of the hot, gooey mess against my skin was an intensely sensual experience. I recognised the tingle in my pussy: my God! This was actually turning me on! I tried to tell myself that I must be sick but I couldn’t deny that I was also aroused.

I finally arrived home, fumbling with the key to open the door before stumbling though and quickly pushing it shut behind me. Safe at last!

I kicked off my shoes in the small hallway and went straight up the stairs, pulling off my running vest as I went. My sports bra followed and I threw both vaguely in the direction of my bedroom door as I entered the bathroom where I sat on the edge of the bath to remove my socks. I could smell the stink from my befouled arse but this merely seemed to add to my excitement. As I sat and leant forward I felt the sticky mass of poop squeeze forward over my pussy. Without thinking my hand went between my legs, cupping and massaging my now shit covered mound. I was feeling as horny as hell.

Still in my leggings and lay down on the floor my hand groping my pussy through the fabric. I was no longer thinking: I was possessed by my arousal as the filthiness of what I was doing inflamed me. My hand slipped inside my leggings and I felt the shit as it smeared my hairless pussy. I pushed my leggings down for better access. My hand travelled further down, caressing my arse and fingering my anal bud.

I still needed to finish pooping, so I bore down. My finger felt my ring pout and open. More of the wonderful, hot and sticky shit flowed out, filling my hand. Now my hand came back up and rubbed the shit over my tits and tummy. My other hand slid down catching a last turd, which I lathered over my pussy, coating my swollen labia and massaging the shit against my hard clit. I was panting hard, moaning and gasping as my lust and depravity drove me onwards.

I revelled in the stink and mess, thrusting three brown and shit coated fingers deep into my gaping cunt. I began to finger fuck myself, hard and fast, the shit and my wetness making sloppy squelching sounds. I could feel my orgasm building and, much as I wanted these feelings of intense pleasure to last, my arousal would brook no slowing down.

My climax hit me like a train; it’s intensity like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My pussy exploded as my cum jetted out – another first for me. I was racked with pleasure, when…

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Though the voice struck me like iced water, I still struggled to return to the here-and-now. Groggily I raised my head from the floor and opened my eyes, looking towards the open bathroom door. There at the top of the stairs, with a look of utter amazement, shock and horror on her face, was Helen.

“Helen, I…” was all I managed to say before she fled, her bedroom door slamming shut with a depressing finality. “Fuck!” I sighed.

I looked down at my body, brown from tits to crotch. Despite what had just happened part of my brain still found it an amazingly erotic sight. I felt the stirrings again within my pussy but stamped down on them bursa otele gelen escort as I stood and turned on the shower. Looking down I saw that the floor was also a mess; this was going to take some clearing up.

I showered, the shit sloughing from my body in thick rivulets and lumps that kept blocking the plughole. Gradually I became clean, feeling an odd mixture of relief and disappointment. However, a faint muskiness remained on my skin as a reminder of what I’d done, even after soap and shower gel. I took my leggings and rinsed those too in the shower.

Opening the windows to air the room, I tackled the floor and the rest of the bathroom leaving it the cleanest it had been for some time. I knew that I was trying to make it up to Helen by doing this. I also knew that it was almost certainly futile. How could she bear to share a house with a girl who gets her rocks off covered in her own excrement?

I pulled on a long tee shirt before I went down stairs. I dumped my running kit into the washing machine and turned it on then lit some scented candles and boiled water in a saucepan to make tea. I took a mug upstairs and knocked on her bedroom door. “Helen?” I called gently. “I… it’s… look, I sorry. I, I didn’t think you be back until late.” God, I thought, that sounds like I’d deliberately planned it knowing she’d be out. “No, I mean, I just sort of happened. Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!”

“I came back early because you were having such a bad day; I texted you to tell you. But I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Helen, please…”

“Leave me alone, Em! Please.”

“Okay,” I replied reluctantly. “There’s a cup of tea out here, if you want it.” I turned and went to my room, throwing myself down on the bed. I realized I was weeping, tears running silently across my cheeks and onto my pillow.

I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes it was dark. I opened my door and saw Helen’s was still shut, though the tea had gone. Retrieving my phone I plugged it in to charge and after a few minutes I was looking at Helen’s reply to my text, Friday 13th’s final kick in the teeth:

SORRY YOUR DAY IS SO SHITTY. I CAN’T BE BOTHERED WITH THIS LEAVING DO TONIGHT – I’LL BE HOME AS USUAL AND WE CAN GO AND DO SOMETHING FUN TO CHEER YOU UP XX

I lay on the bed, worn out but unable to sleep and at a loss as to what to do. I looked at the alarm clock’s glowing numbers just as 11:59 blinked into 0:00 – Midnight and Friday 13th was finally over. I must have relaxed seeing that for I drifted back into sleep.

When I woke again it was to the sound of birds and the morning sun slanting through my window. The clock said 5:17am so I lay there with that vague, muzzy-headed feeling of just having woken. However, I was too hungry to lie in bed. Actually, I was starving so I got up and wandered down stairs to the kitchen.

Looking in the fridge I found a packet of bacon and my stomach growled in hungry anticipation. With the bacon starting to sizzle and its aroma filling the kitchen I took out bread and I turned on the kettle – which of course didn’t work. With a crash yesterday’s events came flooding back. I bit my lip and leaned against the table for support. Oh God, what was going to happen today?

“Morning, early bird!” Helen’s voice behind me made me jump. “Mmm that smells nice, is there enough for me?” I looked over my shoulder and there she was, stood in the doorway in her usual morning lack of clothing: just a skimpy pair of pale yellow panties.

“Er, yes, sure,” I replied, thoroughly confused by her manner but adding more bacon to the frying pan. “Tea?” I asked, conscious that my bum was visible below the tee shirt.

“Mmm, yes please,” she answered, sitting down at the table.

Bewildered, I made breakfast for us. I was certain yesterday had happened and my skin still carried that faint, earthy scent as proof but Helen seemed determined to pretend it hadn’t. I had no desire to upset her further, so if that was what she needed then I was prepared to go along with it.

A few minutes later I leant across the table and placed a bacon sandwich and a mug of tea in front of her. Before I moved away she kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said and started eating.

This was getting bizarre, so I fetched my tea and sandwich and sat down next to her. I thought I wouldn’t be able to eat but after the first bite my body decided differently and we ate in silence. As I paced the last piece of my sandwich in my mouth I saw that Helen was watching me. I chewed and swallowed quickly. “Helen, I just…”

“Hush,” she cut me off and took my hand. “Emmy, which are you: gay or bi?”

“Huh?” was all I could manage. If yesterday had been a nightmare, today was becoming a surrealist dream.

“Why is it that people always think that the person they keep eyeing up doesn’t notice? Em, I’ve seen how you look at me sometimes!” She squeezed my hand in reassurance bursa escort bayan at the look of shame on my face. “Don’t worry! Do you think I’d be walking around like this if it upset me? Actually, I’m flattered that a cute girl like you should find me so attractive. I just wondered whether you are lesbian or bisexual.”

“Lesbian. Oh, Helen, I didn’t get your text yesterday because my phone was flat and…”

“Emmy,” she cut me off again, clearly wanting to control the conversation, “do you know why I came home early yesterday?”

“For me, to cheer me up,” I replied. “I saw your text last night, after…”

“Yes, for you. Em, I’ve wondered about my feelings for you for ages but I always told myself I was straight and we were just good friends. I noticed you looking at me but I’ve been looking at you too. Then when I got your text yesterday I felt so protective of you; I just wanted hold you and hug you… and kiss you. And then I knew that, really, holding and kissing you was just the start of what I wanted. I’ve never felt like that about a girl before and I was – I am – nervous. I feel like I ought to be straight but when it comes to you, I’m not sure. When I sent to text I didn’t know what we would do yesterday evening: go for a drink, go dancing, even go and sit in the back row of the cinema. I did want to cheer you up but I also planned to make a pass at you.” she smiled. “To be honest, what I really wanted to make out with you like some randy teenager.”

“So you came home early to cheer me up and get off with me?” I asked, amazed but also even more distressed at what she’d seen me doing.

“Yes,” she conceded.

“But instead you saw me… doing what I did,” I cried. “Look, Helen, I didn’t mean it to happen, I never planned it. I pooped in my leggings by accident when I was running and it just made me so horny and wet and…”

“Em, do you know how long I’d been in the house when you saw me?”

“You’d just come in hadn’t you?”

“No. I was home before you, in the kitchen. I saw you just as you lay down on the bathroom floor and watched as you rubbed shit over your tits and body and then into your pussy. And then you came and squirted everywhere – ‘What the fuck!” I couldn’t believe a girl could do that!”

“It was disgusting, I know.” I was crying freely.

“It was hot,” she whispered.

“…I just couldn’t help myself!” I realized what she’d just said. “What?” I exclaimed.

“It was so fucking hot,” she repeated. I was stunned. “Seeing you covered in shit: I should have been disgusted but it made me wet! And then when you looked at me. I was so scared and confused: I just had to go and hide and think it out.”

“And?” I asked nervously.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, about being with you and touching you. If that makes me gay or bi, then that’s the name for what I am.” She laid her head against my shoulder and snuggled in. Instinctively I put my arm around her, for the first time touching the bare skin of her torso that I had seen so often. Her nose nuzzled my collar bone. “Mmm, you smell nice. Musky and sexy.”

“Helen, I… I’ve known I’m gay for years but I’ve never had a girlfriend, never made love…”

She pulled away, siting up and staring at me. “Really?” she exclaimed. I nodded and she threw her arms around me. “That’s so cool!” she exclaimed, “I mean, no, it’s not cool that you’ve never had a girlfriend; it’s just that it can be the first time for both of us. I was so scared that I wouldn’t be as good as some amazing ex-lover of yours. But now, I mean whatever turns us on…”

“Helen,” I interrupted, “will you please shut the fuck up so I can kiss you!”

It was hesitant as first but, a gentle meeting of our lips. We held each other close and I felt her mouth open as my tongue brushed her lips. I pushed my tongue forward and she opened to receive it. We explored each other’s mouths, our tongues gently entwining, as my hands caressed her back, relishing the smooth warmth of her skin. I felt her hands gliding over my hips and the top of my bum cheeks before sliding up under my shirt. Moments later our kiss was briefly interrupted as Helen slid my tee shirt over my head leaving me naked. The feel of our bare boobs touching was electric.

It might have been minutes or hours that we simply kissed and held and touched each other, but eventually Helen said simply, “Take me to bed, I want to make love to you.” So we climbed the stairs – actually we rushed up the stairs – but as we reached the top I hesitated: which bedroom? “Your room, darling,” prompted Helen. “Your bed is bigger!” she giggled.

I led the way and sat on the bed with Helen stood in front of me. My pussy was sopping and I could see from the glistening darkened patch on her panties that Helen’s was in the same state. I looked up into her eyes as I bent forward to run my tongue across her already hard nipple, making her gasp. I continued to lick and suck her tits and nipples as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, drawing them down.

Her pussy was gorgeous: under a light covering of fine, short, dark hair he outer lips formed a smooth but pronounced bulge from the centre of which her inner lips protruded, dark pink and wet. I reached out to touch it but hesitated. “Are you sure about this, Helen,” I asked.

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“So far, I’ve only written fetish stories and I’m starting to run out of ideas with that category, so time for a short lesbian story that will hopefully have you asking for more. This girl is based off a friend’s friend that I’ve met only once, but she was way too pretty to be real. Please comment and rate. I’m in need for more comments or feedback from readers, so don’t be shy with this story or any of my previous stories.”

Another busy day of practice was over for me. Volleyball season was well under way for me and the rest of the team. Hi, my name is Brooke, and I’m a freshman in college and the weakside hitter on our volleyball team. I’m basically like any other girl that’s just starting my college career. I live in a regular dorm with one of my teammates as my roommate, I’m studying to become a Psychologist, I enjoy my classes and I love the independence. I’m not much of a party girl really and I’m not currently seeing anyone. Boys are jerks and I would rather just be friends with them for now. When they grow up, I’ll start dating them again.

Ok, I’m guessing this isn’t the kind of details you wanted. I’m about 5″ 8′ and have a athletic frame. I’m white, but have a nice tan, thanks to the fact I live in Florida. My hair is brown, but I have slightly blonde streaks in it, just to be cute. My legs are a little more “chunky” than those anorexic bitches you see walking around on campuses, but mine are hot nonetheless. I like to think my boobs are big enough, and are especially shapely in my volleyball uniform. My eyes are green, my face has been compared to Natalie Portman, and my lips are to die for. Enough detail for you boys?

Anyway, I was just getting over with my practice and hitting the showers. At the moment, I was the only one there, which made me feel relieved. Usually, the showers are really busy and there’s always that one girl that has to escort bursa be funny about it. I mean, it’s a bunch of girls taking a shower together, which can be weird at first. My captain, Nikki, doesn’t ever seem to mind though and keeps things in line, on and off the court. Nikki is the one I look up to the most, out of every girl I’ve ever known before. She has an athletic, beach body that seems to be photoshopped. Her blue eyes compliment her dirty blond hair, which she mostly keeps up. She had been playing volleyball on the beaches since she was little. She was a fantastic player and incredibly beautiful. There were times where I felt like I could stare at her body for hours and be happy. However, I’m not a lesbian, and neither is she. Funny thing is, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with a boyfriend or anything. I guess she could have been like me though, just tired of boy’s games.

My alone time was cut short though, ironically, by the same girl I was thinking about. Nikki was wearing a simple towel around her and looking for a nice hot shower. This practice had been really hard on all of us. She gave me a smile and looked me over. I was completely naked and bathed in hot water, trying to cleanse myself of all the sweat on me. I felt a bit uncomfortable being exposed with just her around. “How does the water feel Brooke?” she asked me friendly.

“It feels so good cap’n,” I replied, calling her by her nickname. She laughed and took over her towel and turned on the water. I couldn’t help but give her a quick look over. I was just in awe of Nikki’s beauty. She was perfect from head to toe. Her breasts were just the perfect size, her curves looked like someone had sculpted them to be just right, and her face was like an angel’s. Nikki lathered herself in shampoo and caressed her heavenly body in her arms. I felt so hot just watching her that bursa merkez escort I couldn’t concentrate on my own shower.

I turned off my shower and walked up to her. Nikki gave me a puzzled look, which I ignored. I went up her, put my arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lips. Her lips soon returned the kiss and we were in a loving embracing. Nikki’s lips, so soft and tender, felt better than a boy’s mouth, trying to suffocate you with his tongue down your throat. My hands moved across her undiscovered body, mapping me a way around every curve. With water still pouring down on us, I felt like it was a romantic scene from a movie. I totally lost myself in that first kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nikki ended the kiss and looked at me lovingly in my eyes. We didn’t have to say anything, we both knew we wanted each other. I placed my hands on her sensitive breasts and played with them to Nikki’s delight. She took her hands on mine and increased my fondling. I massaged her erect nipples and sucked on them with gusto. Nikki’s moans only prompted me to suck hard and lick them with my talented tongue. She didn’t just stand around letting me pleasure her for long though, as she took my own breasts and caressed them much in the same way I had been to her. The pleasure I was experiencing before was doubled with her playful fondling and I felt like I would melt in her arms.

Nikki turned off the shower, and beckoned me to follow her. We went into our coaches office,

of all places. Still dripping wet and naked, Nikki sat lazily into our coaches big chair, spreading her legs out to reveal her pussy. I was so used to seeing a dick there, but I wasn’t going to mind. I went straight for the hot, throbbing lips and place my mouth in them, sucking on her like there was no tomorrow. Groaning and wailing bursa escort uncontrollably, Nikki’s body was pleased beyond her control. Her legs were moving all around and occasionally would kick me. I didn’t mind though, as her pussy tasted too good to ignore. Soon, there a defeated yelp from my victim, and the juices of her body came flooding in my mouth. My prepared mouth gratefully accepted the gift. This was so much better than any boys flimsy little dick squirting out a few drops of cum, this was like a river of it coming out of Nikki.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Nikki said seductively. She got out of the chair and motioned me to sit in it myself. I sat in the comfy chair and looked down at my lover. Nikki first took my freshly pedicured foot and gave it a kiss. Then another kiss farther up my foot. She ran her tongue up to my leg and kissed that. She made her way slowly up to my expecting pussy, waiting impatiently for her tongue. The teasing was making my body envious. The time came when I felt the warmth of her tongue again my wet clit. The feeling was like being slammed again a hard wall and I wasn’t expecting it to be this pleasing. My body was rocking from the sudden impact of her tongue and I pleaded for her to go deeper. She graciously obliged and her long, slender tongue was rather in my pussy than many guys dicks would go.

I felt the oncoming rush off my juices inside of me, building up for a grand finale that would finish our romance with a bang. I warned Nikki of the juices and she prepared herself for the onslaught. I felt the juices preparing to pump up……

“Brooke?” Nikki looked at me puzzled. “What are you looking at?”

I snapped out of my daydream almost as quickly as I had found myself in it. It had all been in my head, yet felt so real. I looked up at Nikki’s confused face. Giving her my best excuse of my prolonged stare. Whenever she accepted it or not, she turned to her own business and continued washing her hair. I felt so depressed, realizing that my experience was a trick of my own mind. A feeling of hope, however, soon passed over me. I knew that somehow, someday, this would cease to be only a dream…..

To Be Continued.

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I’d never been to a strip club before. Not by myself anyway. I’d gone to a few with my guy friends while I was in college. Just to hang out and have a few drinks with the boys, but never by myself. Let me tell you, I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi; at least not yet. I’m guess I’m sort of curious. The thought of fucking another woman turns me on. But I’ve never seen or met a woman who turns me on so I think I’m just not attracted to them. Besides that, I absolutely LOVE dick. The thought of a nice thick dick makes my mouth water. My fiancé Omar’s dick is the right size, shape, and thickness and keeps me more than satisfied at home. Lastly, I’m not in college anymore; I’m a successful executive. So taking all this into account, I had to wonder what I was doing at Strokers by myself on a Saturday night.

Omar had gone out of town on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for another two days and my kitty was crying to be fed. I was at home smoking a little herb and trying to get some satisfaction from my favorite dildo, Junior but it wasn’t working and the weed only made me hornier. I decided I needed to be entertained a little and somehow I ended up at this strip club. I walked in and looked around for a seat. I found a table next to the stage and ordered a vodka and cranberry. Strokers is what I call a ghetto strip club. There are no G-string divas up in this spot. Ghetto rap music about hoes, pimpin, and ass is what blasts over the speakers and girls don’t do much more besides bending over and making their ass cheeks clap.

A half an hour and 5 drinks later, I was just convincing myself that chicks really didn’t turn me on when the DJ called Sinnamon to the stage. She was a beautiful, petite, caramel skinned sister with shoulder length hair that was pulled in a ponytail. She had on this black and white prison striped bra-top, matching boy shorts and, get this, matching socks paired with 5” black stiletto sandals! She just knew she was a ghetto queen.

The DJ put on UGK-Let Me See It and she started winding and shaking her ass. Watching her, I felt my pussy begin to tingle. I tried not to look at her but I couldn’t help it. Something about her was so sexxi. A couple of guys walked up and threw some money on the stage for her to take the clothes off and as she bent down to get the money our eyes met. She winked at me and stared at me while she danced and took her clothes off. Now, every guy in there wasn’t just watching her, they were watching me too. She turned around, bent over right in front of me, grabbed her ankles and shook her ass. I could see her clit poking out between her shaved pussy lips. I’d felt my pussy get wet as soon as she bent over and seeing her clit I couldn’t help but lick my lips. She slid down to the floor and rolled over to face me. She stared right in my eyes and spread her legs so I had bursa eve gelen escort a full view of her pussy. I felt another gush of moisture between my legs. I had to look away. I couldn’t have all those men see me staring so I looked down at my drink until the song ended and she was off stage.

Even after she was offstage I felt like every eye in the place was still on me. I called the waitress over and ordered another drink. I needed a shot of something strong to calm my nerves. As soon as the waitress left the table this short ugly mothafucker walked towards me.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“I just ordered one but thanks,” I said.

“So,” he started. “You like pussy huh? I’ve got my girl at home. We can do something.”

I looked that little bastard up and down and rolled my eyes.

“I’ll pass,” I said dryly.

I told myself that this next drink was my last because between the weed and the alcohol I was obviously not myself. My pussy was still throbbing and I couldn’t stop picturing Sinnamon’s body in my mind. I was staring at the table when I heard the waitress say, “Here’s your Tequila shot.” I looked up but instead of the waitress it was Sinnamon.

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s $3.25 right?”

“How about I get your drink, and you get a private dance,” she said.

She looked almost arrogant when she said it. Like she just knew that she’d turned me on. I had to set her straight.

“I don’t think so,” I responded. “I’m not into chicks.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed at me.

“If you’re not into chicks,” she said in my ear. “Then why are you here by yourself and why did I make your pussy wet?”

I couldn’t say anything. It was true. My pussy was soaking wet and my clit was throbbing.

“You know you came here wanting something,” she said. “Why don’t you come to the back and let me give it to you.”

I drank my Tequila. Maybe she was right. I was turned on. There was no denying that. And with Omar out of town my pussy was aching to be touched. She took my silence as agreement and grabbed my hand as she led me to a back room. The room had dim lighting and a fake leather couch. She told me to sit down as she closed the door. I sat down and suddenly I felt really guilty. I didn’t know what I was about to do but I didn’t want to regret it. Omar knew I was curious but we’d always said that if I ever found a girl I liked we’d explore it together. I stood up from the couch.

“This is a mistake,” I said.

She turned around and walked towards me as she took off her clothes.

“You know, you’re sexxi as hell,” she said. “Nice and thick with those big juicy titties and big hips. Did you ever dance?”

Now she was standing right in front of me. At 5’9” I was taller than her. She couldn’t bursa escort have been more than 5’6”, even with those heels on. She put her hand under my skirt and rubbed my pussy. My clit throbbed even harder and I felt dizzy with lust. Everything else faded from my mind.

“I told you your pussy was wet,” she said. “Sit down.”

I sat on the couch and let her lift my blouse over my head. She cupped my tits in her hands and licked one of my nipples through the bra before sliding the straps down my shoulders and pulling it down. My tits popped out and she dove for my left nipple.

“Mmmm.” I moaned as I felt the hot wetness of her tongue then something cold that made me jump. She stuck her tongue out at me.

“You like my tongue ring?” She asked. “You’ll like it on your clit even more.”

She pulled my skirt up, spread my legs and buried her face in my pussy. I moaned as she licked and sucked my clit through my panties. I couldn’t take it. I wanted to feel the wetness of her tongue on my clit.

“Take them off.” I begged.

She pulled my thongs to the side and blew on my shaved pussy. I moaned in agony. She was teasing me.

“Tell me to eat it,” she said.

“Eat my pussy. Please.” I whined.

She smirked at me then wrapped her lips around my clit and started flicking her tongue over it. I almost came right then. She flicked her tongue faster and I felt my pussy get even wetter and moaned and squirmed with pleasure.

“Oh yes!” I yelled. “That feels so good.”

She stuck her tongue in my pussy and licked up my juices, telling me how good my pussy tasted, then stuck two fingers in my pussy and rubbed them across my lips. I licked my lips and sucked her fingers into my mouth. She moaned and sucked my clit hard. I could tell I was turning her on. Consumed by my lust, I decided that if I was going to live out this fantasy I was going to do it all the way.

“I want to eat your pussy,” I told her.

She got up and kneeled on the sofa next to me, poking her ass in the air. I knelt behind her, wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her ass cheeks apart so I had a clear view of her pussy then stuck my tongue in her hole. Her pussy was so wet and I tasted pussy juice that wasn’t my own for the first time. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the liquor, but it tasted a better than I’d imagined and I loved it. I rubbed my lips in her juices before running my tongue between her pussy lips and finding her clit. When my tongue found her clit she made a loud groan. Finding the right spot, I flicked my tongue back and forth over her clit while she shook her hips.

“Yeah bitch!” She growled. “Eat that pussy. You know you like this shyt.”

I couldn’t believe how much licking her pussy was turning me on. My own pussy juices were running görükle escort down my leg. I slapped her ass and licked her clit even faster.

“Lay on the floor, hoe.” She commanded. “I’ma sit on your face.”

I did as I was told and lay on the floor. She straddled my face and spread her pussy lips as she lowered onto my lips. Her pussy looked so juicy, my mouth was watering. I sucked her clit while she grinded her pussy on my face then I started flicking my tongue over her clit at the same time. Moaning and screaming wildly, she grabbed my head and pulled it towards her pussy and grinded on my mouth even harder.

“Oh, shyt!” She yelled. “I’m cumin! Don’t stop. Suck my clit. Oh, shyt!”

Her legs started shaking and I felt her juices running down my chin to my neck as she came all over my face.

“Damn girl, you’ve done that shyt before,” she said.

“Nah,” I said. “That was my first time eating pussy.”

“Well you sure as hell must be a natural then,” she replied. “I never came so hard before. I need to return the favor.”

She slid her body down mine and stopped when we were face to face. I thought she was going to try to kiss me but instead she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked every drop of her pussy juice from my face and throat.

“Make me cum,” I begged. “I need to cum.”

Her pussy was just above mine and feeling the wetness dripping from it had my pussy aching. She slid down, threw one of my legs over hers and started grinding her pussy against mine. You could hear the wetness of our pussies slapping together.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, grabbing her legs pulling her closer. “That feels so good.”

We both sat up on our elbows and watched our pussies rubbing against each other. My clit started throbbing.

“Oh God, I’m cumming!” I yelled. “Oh God!”

“Come on baby,” she told me. “Grind that pussy! Cum all over my clit!”

My body stated shaking and quivering as I had my orgasm. Sinnamon grabbed my thigh and rubbed her clit in my pussy juice then moaned as she had another orgasm. Both of us collapsed on the floor breathing heavily.

We composed ourselves and got dressed, smiles on both of our faces.

“So what’s your name?” She asked.

“Nikki,” I replied, walking out the door.

As I headed towards the bar I knew all eyes were on me but I didn’t care. I asked the bartender for a glass of water so I could sober up a little for the ride home. I thought of Omar and the guilt immediately set in. I had to tell him. We didn’t keep secrets from each other. I wondered how he’d react. Would he feel betrayed?

Just as I was getting up from the bar Sinnamon walked up and put a napkin in my hand. I looked at it and saw that she’d written her phone number on it.

“Give me a call if you ever wanna hook up again,” she winked.

I put the napkin in my purse and smiled.

She leaned over and whispered, “Next time it’s free,” in my ear then strutted away.

As I walked out of the club I looked at the napkin and decided that I would have a nice surprise by the name of Sinnamon waiting for Omar when he got back from his trip.

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Disclaimer:-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain’t your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send any and all comments to [email protected]. Specify which story archive where you found the story if possible, as some of my stories are posted on several sites. Any and all feedback is welcome.

Author’s note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine. I chose not to include actual German dialogue since I do not speak the language (modern or medieval), and don’t trust translation book/engines as far as I can throw them. This story has a more elaborate setup… but as they say, getting there is half the fun.

1. Morning

The sun rose early on the Rhine valley, the slumbering people of the nearby Brachendauch village stirring shortly after the rooster’s call, as they have done for the past thousand years, to take to the vineyards all around the countryside. Wine, the prized industry of the region, had long ago made the fortune of noble families such as the Streinhens, whose castle still sat upon a hill, above Brachendauch, overseeing the majestic river.

The soft rays of morning brought light through layered openings of a wooden blinder in a room of the castle’s east wing, rousing Emily Bryden from her restless sleep. The young woman shifted under the warm covers of the munificent canopy bed, an intricately crafted piece of woodwork, blinking and yawning before pulling herself up and about. Dark blond curls of long hair fell over her face, shoulders and neck, and she shifted to one side while her hand ran through the tousled mane. She repressed a sigh and slid off the bed.

Emily slowly walked to the window, her bare feet sliding across the soft carpet, the wood it covered creaking gently at every step. Her peach nightgown, somewhat ruffled by her incessant nocturnal stirring, hugged the delicate contours of her feminine form. Opening the wooden blinders wide, she breathed the fresh air deeply while the fullness of bright morning sunshine penetrated inside. Behind her, a plaintive moan rose from beneath the covers of another canopy bed, standing in a corner next to the fireplace. Both were now bathed in warm yellow brilliance.

Emily Bryden’s delicate lips curved upwards in a slight smile.

“Wake up,” she beseeched, whispering in a soft voice. She let her words hang in the air, preferring not to overstate the matter. Instead, she turned on her round heels and basked in the brightness, serenity replacing the memory of her troubled sleep. Emily Bryden quickly forgot about the world around her, and breathed softly, the invigorating air of the valley chasing away all of her anxieties. She secretly treasured those first few minutes of the day when she stood alone around a world still in torpor, and often felt free and able to do anything.

She was a shy and timid girl. She often raised barriers around herself that only the closest of friends had managed to breach. But never, it seemed, in those special moments of the quiet morning, when she could be herself without worry or care.

Liana Howard, still trying to fight off the inevitable, grumbled unintelligibly before giving up and flipping the covers over her face.

“That’s it?!” she complained bitterly. “Wake up?! Not ‘the castle is on fire!’ or ‘knights are storming the gates!’? Simply, merely ‘wake up’?! Why couldn’t it be a real emergency, just this once?!”

She tried her best to sound infuriated, but Emily giggled, stepping aside to let more of the sunlight in. Liana perked up at the melodious sound of her childhood friend’s laughter, staring at the woman quizzically.

“You’re in a good mood today” Liana complained grouchily. “I supposed you slept well.”

Emily shook her negatively, though her smile still betrayed her complete amusement. “It’s such a glorious morning Liana.”

“You probably think I stayed up with that tall Norwegian, don’t you?” Liana said reproachfully. “Don’t even bother denying it, I know how you think under that prissy and inhibited carapace of yours.”

“Honestly, I didn’t,” lied Emily, keeping her smile but blushing slightly. The art of cruising was a complete mystery to her, though she hardly thought striking up a conversation with a total stranger in a bar could lead to anything… serious. In truth, she found the notion slightly upsetting, despite the fact that her close friend was a self-professed master at it. The very idea of where such things might lead… with complete strangers…

She banished the thought before she finished it, staring up at the pattern of thick wooden beams that stretched above them and supported bursa sınırsız escort the stones of the ancient castle as if to implore God for patience.

Liana propped herself up on the bed. “Well,” she said mischievously, “maybe we can meet him again tonight… I’m sure you’d get along with him fine.”

She winked suggestively, and Emily’s face turned bright crimson. Liana fell back on her pillow with an exasperated groan. Her shoulder length hair, with rich curls of bright red, spilled over the pillow. “Emily! What in heaven’s name am I ever going to do with you? This is *Europe*! Land of Princes and Kings! Loosen up!”

It was well treaded ground between both of them, and much their mutual dismay. Emily was a beautiful, wealthy and sweet woman, yet she lived like a God-fearing nun secluded in a convent. Liana, on the other hand, was quite willing to enjoy the life of the nouveau riche girl, and had long ago formed the secret hope that Emily would find a prince charming to sweep her off her feet.

The casualty list of male suitors who had been shot down by Emily, Liana lamented, now spanned one ocean and two continents. Many had turned an interested eye towards the lovely lady, with her shy manners, endearing smile and air of graceful mystery, but as many had been rebuffed, gently but firmly. It was enough to drive Liana crazy, and she would have no doubt strangled her friend for it long ago had she not liked her so much.

Emily left her grumpy companion behind, fleeing into adjoining room in the castle suite, away from the trappings of medieval opulence, with its wooden furnishings, crafted period antiques and bright castle banners proudly displayed aside noble portraits and stone walls of intricate masonry. She stepped into a bathroom outfitted with all manners of modern amenities and comforts. Sliding the shoulder straps of her nightgown aside, she felt the material gently slide off her creamy white skin, instinctively wrapping her arms around herself in modest fashion while the air caressed her body, as if concerned that someone might be watching. Turning the faucets, she started the shower and waited impatiently for the water to warm up. Then, she slid her white cotton panties down to her ankles, stepped out of them and quickly slipped behind the barely transparent glass door and underneath the steady, relaxing stream of the shower.

Musings fled her mind as water washed over her naked skin, caressing her pert breasts, delicate shoulders, long legs, graceful hips and smooth face. Her rich dark-blond mane became slick against the curve of her back as she turned inside the shower, feeling the watery cascading down the arch of her spine and over the flesh of her round buttocks. Her hands raised and rested against the opposite wall while she leaned over, her lovely body massaged by the warm flow. Her pulse slowed as she immersed herself in the sensations. Erotic thoughts she usually kept on a tight leash rose to the surface of her brain, and she briefly thought of the Norwegian Liana had talked to late last night.

She indulged in such thoughts for a time, her nipples hardening as the contemplation of daring scenarios she otherwise never admitted to continued in her mind. Then, she quickly shook her head and concentrated on something else, as if afraid of treading on such ground.

She thought of the trip instead, of Liana’s idea of celebrating their college graduation with a trip in Europe. Emily, who had gone once, long ago when she was young, had somehow found the idea of such an adventure shared with a friend appealing despite her traditionally timid nature, and had promptly offered to take Liana along free of charge, courtesy of a large trust fund left by the legacy of her immigrant grandfather, who had come from Britain to make a fortune in the new world.

Being the good friend that she was, Liana had argued against it, despite the fact that Emily could easily afford to take them both there, and both friends had finally agreed that Liana would pay for the plane tickets while Emily paid for everything else. Liana Howard’s family, though not as affluent as the Brydens, was up-and-coming, and she could well afford the double fare. As for Emily’s part of the bargain, with a chunk of her family’s fortune already at her name, she had promised Liana only the best of Europe’s high class accommodations.

In truth, Emily found Liana to be the perfect travelling companion for her, despite the crazy stunts her friend often pulled in full view of the public. A secret part of her was hungry for that hilarious brand of chaos that Liana had provided in her life since they were little girls, though she rarely admitted to it. Her parents had long ago considered Liana a ‘bad influence’, and had tried to steer her away from the turbulent child, but Emily had never cared for it. It had been on of those things in her life she had not compromised on, and she was glad of it.

Since bursa escort bayan the beginning of the trip, Liana always managed to mingle with millionaire playboys and foreign corporate executives with an ease and confidence that Emily secretly envied. The girls had stuck together thought, Liana seldom leaving her friend alone for long, giggling as she sneaked off with her her, leaving yet another flabbergasted rich boy behind, like a serial Cinderella.

Emily sighed and cut her shower short. Stepping out, she caught a glimpse of herself in steam- blurred mirror. The well kept figure, lovely cheekbones, smooth skin and engaging pale-blue eyes… she briefly pondered the puzzlement of her companionless predicament, the apparent conflict of her looks and personality… the unfathomable reasons of her deeply reserved nature, at odds with a nature-given form which attracted suitors left and right…

Emily Bryden lamented privately, eyes downcast, and then stifled a yawn as she dried herself with a long beige towel. She wondered why she had been so restless these last few nights.

2. The Tower

With all the countryside day trips they had taken, Liana and Emily had scarcely taken the time to properly visit the place they were now staying in-Streinhenburg proper. After a quick continental breakfast served with Earl Grey, in a sumptuous hall located in the west wing, the two friends decided to take the tour of the castle.

The visit began at the foot of the castle keep, in the large courtyard surrounded by stone battlements. The day was bright and sunny, and all of the tourists, which included a few British, French and Americans, were in good spirits. Emily, who had developed an interest in History during her studies, was curious about the past of this large castle. Liana’s interest, though not at all academic, was nevertheless genuine, and both were looking for some breathtaking views once the tour started.

Streinhenburg, an old Frankish castle seized by German lords in the tenth century, was rebuilt with a mixture of late Romanesque and early Gothic styles. Resting on a hill overseeing the Rhine, the fortified stronghold had quickly become the pride and joy of the Streinhen family, which took control, as early as 1231, of the flow of trade on this portion of mighty river. The castle coffers had filled as tolls had been levied, under the looming shadows of cannons trained upon the waters; few medieval merchants or church boats had been able to pass without paying their dues.

So well had Streinhenburg been fortified that, in all of its years of existence, it had never once been stormed by enemies, commercial, secular or religious.

The group followed the guide after the brief introduction, and they entered the castle gatehouse, which stood to the northwest, climbed a spiral staircase to the ramparts above, and to a breathtaking view of the green valley through which the blue waters of the Rhine flowed. On the way, the guide recounted many anecdotes relating the history of the Streinhen family, which was practically rooted in every stone on which they walked. Emily listened intently to tales of the family feud with House Schtaffen; of Karl the Strong, who raided the countryside with Prussian knights to fight against the heathens Saxons; of Markwald Streinhen, the cunning merchant who had insured his family’s eternal financial security through cutthroat tactics and aggressive business ventures; and finally, of Boris the Ox, who it was said drank more wine in a single night than a man of sound and strong disposition did in a whole week.

Emily and Liana lagged behind the group for a while as they continued to walk along the battlements, fresh air blowing in their faces. They moved East towards the smallest of the four main towers. The guide proceeded to describe its main features, mentioning that the spartan accommodations one could find within the confines of the tight cylindrical construct had probably been used by soldiers as barracks.

Liana, who had remained silent for a little while, walking aside her friend with fists jammed in the pockets of her Benneton windbreaker, suddenly scoffed under her breath,.

Emily, who had been listening intently, turned to her with an inquiring eye. “What?” she whispered.

“Not barracks” Liana stated simply. “It’s a prison.”

Emily stared at her for a moment, not quite understanding. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a prison” Liana repeated, her frozen gaze fixated on the tower. Her voice sounded, at least to Emily’s ears, hushed and dazed.

“‘Was’. You mean it *was* a prison, right?”

Liana remained mute, staring straight at the metallic pinnacle which served as ornament on top of the tower. Her face was totally devoid of all expression.

The guide turned an inquiring eye towards the lagging pair, and it was immediately obvious to Emily that he had overheard her last comment. He seemed a nilüfer escort bit surprised.

A nearby tourist, who had also heard, piped in. “Wha-is she right?” he asked in unaccented English, pointing with his thumb, over his back. “Was it a prison?”

The guide shifted hesitantly. “Well… We have a team of historians and architects who have come to the castle to study certain aspects of the construction” he explained, turning back to the group. “All we know for sure is that the tower was constructed in the early 1100’s, but has it’s interior extensively restored around 1380. Before that, it served as a keep… but one of the members of the team working there said he found evidence of reinforcement in certain walls which were original to the construction and thinks the East tower may have played the role of dungeon or prison of some sort.”

He glanced suspiciously at Emily, obviously wondering how a tourist knew the latest on unpublished research conducted by the on-site experts.

Emily was in turn staring at Liana, this time with a befuddled expression, wondering what to make of her friend’s sudden exact knowledge of historical architecture.

She shook Liana once, as the guide dragged the rest of the group along for the next stop. “C’mon, Liana” she hissed, “the tour is continuing.”

Liana stood, transfixed.

Emily shook her harder. “Liana!”

Liana blinked and suddenly stared at Emily in alarm. “Wha-?”

The two friends looked at each other for an instant. Liana’s sense of alarm was replaced with a puzzled expression. Emily, on the other hand, was clearly concerned.

“Let’s catch up to the others” Emily said, wondering privately what had just happened.

3. Afternoon

The tour ended with a visit to Drachen tower, and a commentary on the outer architecture of the castle proper, which stood close to the inside curve of the south-east wall, some 70 yards between the two bottom corners of the slightly odd rectangle made up by the erected battlements. The imposing structure of the castle, with its fortified walls and narrow windows, now served as one of the most luxurious medieval- style hotels in the region, fully capturing the look and feel of Medieval Germany.

As soon as the tour finished, Emily and Liana followed the tourists down a passageway inside the rampart, and through to the castle. From there, the group separated, with the two friends heading back to the dining hall reserved for residents of the hotel, in the West wing. They were greeted politely by the Maître D’, who smiled happily and quickly led them to a table.

Emily had shrimp salad bread and white whine, while Liana went for a slice of rare veal and a glass of red.

Any meal served in the dining hall of Streinhen was one that had indisputable romantic and historic flair, the surrounding tables of solid, varnished oak illuminated by a multitude of lights from the elaborate chandeliers suspended above. Assorted heraldic symbols amd banners hung on all four walls, fooling the casual, first-time observer in thinking that little had changed here over the last 800 years. The impeccable quality of service and the promptness of the staff further contributed to give the clientele a sense of belonging, perhaps even the illusion of being part of a family of noble blood.

Liana was fairly silent, which seemed unusual to Emily. The latter was herself lost in thought, this morning’s peculiar exchange arousing a sense of apprehension for reasons that seemed both illogical and wholly evasive. Emily was accustomed to Liana’s outgoing personality, her sharp wit and snappy comebacks, her tendency to make a statement that would have everyone around her gaping with their mouths hitting the floor… but the episode near the East tower was of a utterly different nature. Despite herself, Emily was rather preoccupied by the whole thing.

“Hellooo?!”

“What?” Emily uttered, snapping back to reality.

“I said ‘do you want to try some of this?” Liana repeated, holding a forkful of veal. “Tender enough to die for!”

Emily shook her head, wondering why she was making such a big deal out of this. She scrutinized Liana from the corner of her eye, trying to put a finger on what was suddenly so different about her.

Liana was, by all means, a beautiful woman, with a fiery temperament that naturally matched the bright red of her hair. She kept it shoulder length, in a pageboy cut with layered contours which followed the shape of her gentle, oval face. Her bright green eyes and roguish smile had a striking quality, and her slightly upturned nose gave her a bit of an aristocratic air which was only reinforced by her natural confidence. As for her figure, it had been made supple through years of competing in high school gymnastic championships, and had lost none of its gracefulness-Liana had taken up dancing as a hobby to stay in shape. She exuded sensuality, and enjoyed the attention it got her.

They continued to dine, conversation slowly becoming more lively. The atmosphere certainly was conductive for such, and both women were soon drawn, once again, to comment on the fabulous surroundings. They then discussed plans for the afternoon, and opted for a walk down to Brachendauch village, followed by a stroll along the riverbank.

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1) THE LETTER.

Danielle entered the room quietly, switching on the light as she walked in. She was naked, and still slightly damp from the shower she had recently taken.

Across the room she caught sight of herself in the large mirror. As she drew closer, she examined her reflected image, and trembled slightly. Her blond hair fell in damp strings over her shoulders. Her breasts swayed, and her nipples stood erect. She realised she was excited at the unknown looming before her. She looked down at where her pubic hair would have been normally, except she had cleared the whole of her mound. The lips of her vagina were perfectly visible, and she was aroused at the sight of her complete nudity. The ring in her navel heaved slightly in time with her breathing. She had always felt that she had a good body for someone in her early twenties. She took care of it.

Danielle thought about the time, two days before, when she had returned home from her job in the insurance office, and waiting in her mail was a letter from her friend Adelle, which she had read with a growing sense of alarm and excitement. It was a letter inviting Danielle to travel on a week’s holiday with Adelle and Adelle’s husband, Ryan. Adelle was older than Danielle, and much more experienced in the ways of love. Danielle had taken an instant liking to Adelle when they first met, and she always felt a stirring between her legs at the thought of being with her. The letter had come out of the blue, and at first she had gone to throw it away as a practical joke. However, the more she thought about the letter, the more excited she became at the contents, until she told herself that she would accept the invitation. She picked up the letter again, and read through it once more. It read:

“Dear Danielle,

I am writing to you with a proposition. My husband and I are going away to Spain on a week’s holiday on Friday, and we have decided to ask if you would wish to accompany us. However, whilst the tickets and accommodation have been purchased for all of us, I would quite understand if you decline the offer. You see, I have nursed a private fantasy in which I am completely in command of you for the duration of the holiday. If you accept the offer, you must accept every command and instruction given to you. This must be without question or hesitation. You will dress according to my wishes. You will allow me to use and penetrate your body whenever and wherever I desire. You will avail yourself at all times and in whatever manner I shall decide upon that you are to be used. There must be no balking at any command I give you, as I shall be looking for instant total obedience.

If you decide to accept my offer, it will be for the duration of the holiday. I shall require you to telephone acceptance at 10pm at my home, by calling me with the few words ‘I accept unconditionally your offer, my body shall be yours to do with as you wish’. I shall then require that, on the day of departure, you clean and shave your body completely, in order that you are as naked as you can possibly be for me. You shall wear your ring in your stomach, but this shall be the only item of your own that you may come on holiday with us with, with the exception of your passport, which you will give to me at the airport. You will drive to the airport, wearing bursa escort only a short dress and shoes, which will be discarded once I give you your suitcase. In it shall be all the items you will require whilst being away on holiday with us. You will need no money. You should be waiting at the airport lounge from 4pm, exactly one hour before we are due to arrive. This is because I want you to think continually about the nakedness under your dress, and why you are in that condition. I shall give you your suitcase, and you shall then change in the Ladies, leaving behind your dress and shoes in the public waste bin. At this point you shall not be free from my wishes until our return from holiday.

I hope that you will accept this offer, but if it is declined, there will be no similar offer in the future.

With best regards,

Adelle”

Danielle put down the letter slowly, feeling light headed with anticipation. She slowly got up off the bed, looking at the watch on the cabinet beside her. A quarter of an hour to go before departure. She drew one hand down her body, over her breasts, down to her baldness below. She touched the skin, which was now exposed, feeling it to be that much more sensitive. Her fingers travelled lower, until they touched the crease of her sex. Parting the lips gently, she slid her fingers along the slit, wetting them in the process. A finger slid into her, and she realised just how excited she had become. She placed the other hand on her buttocks, and slid the fingers between the humps of the buttocks, pushing further until she felt them at the entrance to the anus. What did Adelle mean when she said she could penetrate whenever and wherever she wished? Shivering, she gently pushed the tip of the finger into the ring of muscle, feeling it grip around the end. Willing herself, she forced it to relax, and slid the finger in until it reached the first joint. She looked again at the mirror, seeing the erotic sight she was presenting. It was a pity that no one was around to witness her.

Withdrawing her fingers, she reached for the hairdryer, and switched it on. The warm air felt good on her skin, and as she dried her hair, the blond waves started returning. When her hair was quite dry, she crossed to the wardrobe, and took out the dress she had decided the day before she would travel to the airport in. It was a light cotton material, not quite translucent, but nevertheless if fell onto her body, and would cause others to wonder if she was wearing a bra under it. The red material had a small flower pattern throughout . As she drew it over her head, she took one last look into the mirror at her nakedness, before letting the material drop, covering her. The hem line fell to just above her knees, and it was intensely sensual, feeling the material caressing against her body. She still felt naked, and had to reassure herself that she was covered. Reaching to the bottom of the wardrobe, she took out the black shoes, stepped into and buckled them, and then stood up.

It was time to go. She felt a trembling start in her body, and a lump in her throat. She felt very exposed and vulnerable. She was on her own, and longed for the comfort of delivering herself to Adelle.

Leaving the house, she turned the key in the door, and looked altıparmak escort up and down the street. Were any of the passers by aware of her condition? She knew they were not, but it was a strange feeling being clothed, and yet so naked. Walking to her car she settled into the seat. This was going to be a most unusual journey.

Arriving at the airport, Danielle parked the car, and walked to the terminal. The warm late afternoon breeze pushed the fabric of her dress against her body, and she knew that her breasts were jiggling as she walked. There was nothing she could do to hide that fact, and she again wondered how many passers by would become aware of her condition. Once she reached the lounge, she found a nest of empty seats in the corner, and sat down to wait. Fortunately, there were not many passengers milling around, and she soon settled down.

Danielle thought back to when she had last been with Adelle. There was something about her that she found compelling. She had always felt a sense of attraction to her, but had never dared mention it. She had no idea, before the letter arrived, that Adelle would find her attractive, much less be dominant. Danielle had always felt that she had a submissive streak in her. Even in school she fantasised about having to stay behind for the strict teachers. However, they had never been anything other than schoolgirl fantasies.

She looked up as an older man approached her. The feeling of her nudity became stronger, and for an instant she thought about leaving quickly, and forgetting the whole episode. Was the man looking at her in a strange way? The man stood near to her, studying a notice board. Danielle wondered what his reaction would be if he were to realise how little she was wearing. She felt so alone. Eventually, the man left, leaving Danielle’s emotions in a turmoil.

It seemed an eternity of waiting, during which time she was fully aware of her nudity under her dress. When would Adelle come to get her? Eventually, she heard a voice behind her.

“Danielle, hello, how are you?”

Turning around, she greeted Adelle with a warm smile. “Very well, and very pleased to see you” Danielle looked at Ryan standing next to her. Ryan was in his early forties, and for his age still carried a good body, although perhaps slightly overweight. She wondered if Ryan knew of the letter, but then realised that he had to, as Adelle could not hide from him what may happen during the holiday. She wondered what he was thinking. Ryan appeared nonchalant. “Hi Danielle” was all he said.

Danielle turned her attention to Adelle, remembering her as a figure of authority, a mother figure. Adelle was in her late thirties, and her brown wavy hair fell in trusses around her ears, emphasising the strong features of her face. She was smiling, and Danielle realised how attractive Adelle was, standing there in a pair of tight faded jeans, red sweater and sneakers. All emphasised Adelle’s figure.

Adelle smiled in a knowing way “Have you prepared yourself?”

Danielle blushed slightly, replying “I’ve carried out your exact instructions. I hope you’re pleased with me”

“Good, here is your suitcase. I want you to return here once you have completed your final preparations. The dress I want you to görükle escort wear is the yellow one. Oh, and use the low heel sandals. Ryan will get some drinks while we are waiting for the flight.”

Danielle stood up, and sensed Adelle looking over her body. She reached for the suitcase, and carried it to the Ladies. Finding an empty cubicle, she locked the door behind her. Placing the suitcase on the floor, she opened it, wondering what was going to be inside. She stared down at the contents. She could see the yellow dress to wear, and next to it were three pairs of light sandals, two with high heels, and the pair she had to put on now. Also included in the suitcase were other short dresses, scarves and wraps. She could see no underwear at all. But what was taking her notice were various implements, all of which she knew were going to be used on her. There were dildos of all shapes and sizes, clamps, thin chains, leather straps, cuffs and a couple of leather harnesses. There were jars of cream. There were strange rubber shapes similar to dildos, but ranging from long thin ones to short fatter ones. There were two leather paddles, a short hawse and a dozen or so leather braids. Danielle took out the dress and sandals, and drew the dress she was wearing over her head. Stooping down, she unbuckled her shoes, and stepped out of them. Standing up, now totally naked, she reached above herself, drawing the dress over her head, and let it settle around her body. It was shorter than the previous dress, and reached half way between her sex and her knees. Taking the sandals, she lifted one foot, and then the other, slipping them on, before lacing them up. Closing and locking the case, she then left the cubicle, throwing away her red dress and shoes in the bin, as she passed.

Upon her return to Adelle, she sat down opposite.

Adelle cast an approving eye over her “Yes, you look sensational. Now, further rules which I am afraid you will have to comply with, for my pleasure. Firstly, I do not want you to be sitting at any time without your body being in direct contact with the seat. This means that you shall raise your dress as you sit down. It will be difficult to do this without others seeing you, but you will have to be as careful as possible. Please adjust yourself now, to comply with this”

Danielle’s eyes had widened at this latest instruction. She reached down to her hem, and lifted it behind her as she shuffled in her seat. The material of the seat felt strange against her skin. She again felt vulnerable, but it was reassuring to know she was with Adelle.

Adelle looked into her eyes “Good, that is much better. You are also forbidden from closing your knees together, and I shall expect them to be held about nine inches apart whilst sitting. I am aware that this will mean that, if anyone is looking at you from in front, your sex may well be on show to them. However, you must not hide the fact from anyone. Open your knees at once”

Danielle did as instructed, feeling slightly flushed. She felt that familiar lump in her throat.

Adelle went on “The final instruction whilst sitting down is that you must keep your buttock cheeks apart. I wish to know that your private area is firmly in contact with the seat, at all times”

Danielle rocked in her seat, separating the bottom cheeks, as Adelle had directed. She looked up at the other passengers around, but the lounge was still relatively empty, and no one was paying any attention. She felt more settled. Danielle looked into Adelle’s eyes for approval, got it, and , with Adelle’s permission, reached for her drink.

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