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Following on from part three I’ve returned to Stella and Evie, and Stella’s struggle with her past, which I’ve used First Person POV for short sections. She is not the only one struggling with her colourful past however as Nicki battles her own urges with Mei Lin.

Author’s note: I apologise for taking so long to write this next bit, I was in Denmark and Sweden again on holiday.

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Stella rose with the other members to recite the serenity prayer, ever mindful of the clock. Over an hour and a half ago she’d been driving away from Evie’s place after a quick bite courtesy of the local Chinese takeaway. Evie had practically chased her out the door to a meeting, claiming she needed a little down time herself.

Stella shuffled her feet as the ritual finished and she shook the hands of the people on either side before grabbing her handbag. She felt a little less tired after sitting in a meeting for an hour and a half but was still looking forward to getting back to Evie’s place, a few hours ago she’d actually contemplated skipping the meeting and going to one on Monday but then she started getting restless and irritable. The team building exercise she’d planned so meticulously hadn’t gone down as well as planned and then she’d had to prepare a brief for a hearing at the County Court in Melbourne to represent an old client, but that was not what was really bothering her.

Memories were starting to emerge, affairs she’d had with other women over the years, which had ranged from one night stands to full on codependency. This particular memory had been sparked during the team building session when one woman, Theresa had been particularly helpful with her input and practical applications. Her light brown hair and mannerisms brought back memories of a torrid three week affair with Mandy. She hadn’t thought of Mandy for years but every time she heard the INXS song, Burn For You, she often thought of Mandy.

They’d met in a pub often frequented by the legal fraternity and the police. Defence attorneys and the police might be at opposite ends of the spectrum in court but outside of the courtroom and with plenty of alcohol flowing they were bosom buddies, often literally and Mandy certainly had an ample bosom. It was what she’d noticed first, the way they moved beneath her white blouse, barely constrained by the bra. She was off duty that hot, sweaty Friday night, and in the mood for sex, she had been going out with a fellow officer for six months but after a heated argument by their pool she’d walked out on him and moved in with a lesbian couple.

Prior to moving in with Vicki and Olivia, she’d thought herself straight and indeed she openly talked about the men she’d bedded.

***

But despite the bravado I sensed she was also bendable. Some straights try so hard to be straight that they wind up getting bored, there are only so many positions you can try before it all becomes monotonous. Mandy had probably started her sex life, looking for intimacy but like many other women she mistook sex for intimacy because that’s what men wanted and she’d begun to realise it and indeed she played the game even with me.

When I bought her a drink she came out with a comment like, ‘I like a good leg opener,’ and then she laughed and slapped my leg. She drained half a glass of Bundy and then told me I was different to the rest and that was certainly obvious. I drank with men because they drank the same as me but I didn’t play up to them and while some men did boast they’d slept with me or at least seen me in the nude I was able to hold them to account.

I’d gained a reputation by then of being slick, I was younger then and just starting out on my career at the bar but I hadn’t seen this woman before. She was big up top but had a slim waist and rounded buttocks, which made her a magnet for every testosterone-fuelled man. That night however she was just wanting a few quiet drinks and so she took a seat at my table.

We certainly caught the eye of a few men, Mandy because of what she was wearing, denim jacket, blue jeans and the white blouse, and I’d come straight from work. I was wearing a blue pinstripe trouser suit and white blouse. That particular day I was also wearing a striped tie, it hung loosely about me and I’d undone the top button, I really was intending to head onto a nightclub but I dropped in at the pub to catch up with a colleague.

To this day I don’t know what we talked about but I know she did most of the talking and I did a lot of listening because that’s what I was learning by then, listen to clients, listen to the other side in court and listen to senior partners and colleagues. To cut a long story short we decided to leave the pub and head back home, I was pleasantly pissed and she was much the same but when we got to her place she’d fallen asleep and I had to wake her up.

When she invited me in I hesitated because I still wanted to keep drinking and I suspected that she might just want a coffee or soft drink but when she offered to share a bursa escort bottle of Southern Comfort I had to say yes.

Blackouts hadn’t really started happening yet but there were quite a few brown outs where you kind of remember what you did but other parts are hazy. I remember helping her take her denim jacket off and it was a little tight on her because she had to twist her shoulders to work it down her back while she pulled the sleeves over her hands. I can’t remember what happened next but she must have tripped over and I’d caught her because she was in my arms. She turned around with the jacket still half off, it was dangling down her back but the sleeves were on. She had a smile on her face and then she kissed me.

It was a light, teasing kiss and it might have gone no further but for the fact she knew by then that I was gay and we were both tipsy. I leaned forward and kissed her back but my kiss was definitely a sexual one because she pulled back suddenly as if I’d crossed a line. Mandy looked past me and then pulled the sleeves over her hands and let the jacket fall to the floor.

I remember putting my hands on her waist and then sliding them down over her buttocks and she arched her back and putting her hands on my hips she kissed me again. It was a full open mouthed kiss and it left us both out of breath but by then a line had been crossed and we sank down onto the couch together. Our session on the couch was interrupted when I had to go for a piss and she decided to fix us both a drink.

When I came back to the living room she was perched on the edge of the couch with a brush in her hand, she’d pulled the blouse out of her jeans and undone the ponytail. She had long blonde hair that reached the small of her back and she was brushing the knots out.

We drank for a few minutes while she finished brushing her hair and when I started playing with it she turned to face me. I remember the look on her face when she undid my tie, kind of nervous anticipation and then she used the undone tie against the back of my neck to pull me closer and we started on each other again and this time there was no hesitation, no time to talk, it was just full on kissing and feeling each other through our clothes.

We made it to her bedroom by degrees, pulling off our clothes until we got to her room and then the lovemaking began in earnest. As her first girl on girl fuck, I took the lead and brought her to a pretty good climax. Mandy was hesitant with me, she didn’t go down on me that first night, it took her three days before she got her mouth near my pussy but once she was down there Mandy was hooked on the art of cunnilingus. If anyone was a natural, she was it and our affair lasted three weeks before I found a new plaything.

Leaving Mandy was cruel, I knew it then but hid behind my usual bravado and the arrogance of youth but a few months later I saw Mandy sitting in another pub with a much younger woman, some probationary police constable. She saw me at the same time and just stared at me and then looked away as if she didn’t want to see me. At that point I felt the earth drop away from under me because she looked even more beautiful than before and it was not just the outside, her face was radiant. She was clearly in love with this woman but wanted nothing to do with me, the one who’d introduced her to lesbian love.

***

Stella came out of her reverie as the woman said her name again. The memory had been replaying in her mind all afternoon and she’d constructed the narrative the same way she rehearsed her AA story although this was not a story she’d tell in an AA meeting for obvious reasons. She might tell it to Evie, if she could find the time and the opportunity.

“Stella? I heard you at Ringwood the other night, I’m Gina and this is Charlie,” she indicated the petite brunette at her side, “I loved hearing your story the other night, it was like someone was inside my head.”

Stella let her eyes play over the twenty-something woman. She had long red hair that fell to the small of her back and had the look of someone who’d not long been sober, the makeup couldn’t hide every sin. The flannelette shirt hung loosely over a stained blue tee shirt tucked into loose fitting blue jeans, she had a curvaceous figure but looked decidedly emotional judging by the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“Hiya Charlie,” she extended her hand, “pleased to meet you.”

“You should hear this woman’s story,” Gina went on, “truly inspiring,” she glanced at her phone as she turned the sound on, “some of us are going out for pizza. Do you fancy coming along?”

“Um, I’d love to but I promised my um, partner that I’d come straight back home.”

“Of course,” she glanced at Charlie, “maybe you should get Stella’s number,” she paused, “unless of course it’s going to cause friction.”

“It won’t, I don’t do the thirteenth step,” she smiled crookedly, “how long has it been?”

“Two days,” she replied.

“The world record is actually twenty four hours,” she escort bursa replied, “the shakes will pass soon enough, just don’t drink for one day and keep coming to meetings,” she took out her phone.

“What’s your number?”

Charlie gave Stella her number and she sent her a text.

“You’ve got my number, use it,” she held out her hand, “and on that pleasant note I have to run.”

It was only when she was pulling out of the carpark that Stella allowed her mind to travel back to Mandy and the chance she’d had with her.

Even if you hadn’t done the dirty on her she’d have left you in the end, she nudged the accelerator and headed towards Mountain Highway.

My God, the things I did.

***

Mei Lin sat with her back against the bedhead while Nicki paced the floor, she had her earphones on and was talking to someone called Stevie who owned a van. It was the third call she’d made in the last ten minutes as she tried to find someone with a ute to help them both move into Stella’s place. How someone could know so many people with utes and now a van, baffled her, she’d been living here all her life whilst Nicki had lived at the furthest end of the state. In conversation over dinner she’d talked about friends in Hoppers Crossing to the west of Melbourne, Ballarat to the northwest and several suburbs of Melbourne.

She let her eyes fall to the laptop as the dialogue box disappeared. The transferred photos were now on her laptop and she opened one at random. The impromptu photo shoot had lasted an hour or so and remarkably for her mother, she’d managed to lock the bedroom door so as Nicki could shoot her in a few different outfits. This had encouraged Mei Lin to be a little more bolder or as bold as she dared here, a little mild teasing and eroticism with undone buttons and she’d managed to go as far as a back shot of her with a pink blouse halfway down her back as she looked over her shoulder. It was particularly daring because she’d been standing in front of the mirror and part of her bra was visible in the mirror.

She scrolled down the picture. The blouse had a matching tie that now dangled loosely in front of her, the ends reached the bottom of the black leather skirt. The garment still hung on one shoulder and her right arm was bent as she tugged at the button below her cleavage. The other side though had fallen down her left arm to expose the cup of her white bra but it was the look on her face that held her attention. She’d been taken unaware when Nicki took the picture, it showed in her expression, surprised but with a bemused smile.

She slipped a hand beneath the white ruffled blouse she’d finally changed into for another series of pictures that started with the blouse and a peach-coloured, pencil skirt and ended with the same blouse and a pair of blue jeans. The last three rows showed her wearing the blouse she had on right now. The blouse had two ruffles that started in the middle of her shoulders and curved in an oxbow shape to her cleavage before dropping straight down to her waistband, a second set of ruffles extended down the edge of each sleeve.

In the first few pictures she had worn the blouse buttoned to the top with the matching tie, it was paired with the leather skirt for those shots and then she’d changed into a pair of white jeans with a pink belt. The tie came undone after a few shots along with a couple of buttons for a flirty look. She’d been about to go further when the call came through on Nicki’s phone and so they’d called a halt to the shoot while Nicki answered the call. After the call however, she’d apologised and made another two calls, this last call sounded like it might solve their problem, moving their things to Stella’s place. Mei Lin stared at Nicki as she suddenly ended the call and sank down onto the stool in front of the dressing table.

“We’ve got the use of the van tomorrow night but there’s a hitch,” her eyes narrowed, “I have to help Stevie move some boxes of shit from her ex girlfriend’s joint to her new place. She’s moved from Lilydale to Yarra Glen so I’ll have to meet her out past Coldstream and follow her into town,” she looked at her.

“So, you want to stay the night after all?”

“It might be easier, Coldstream’s just up the road.”

“Okay,” Mei Lin straightened up, “I’ll go tell mum.”

When she came back through some five minutes later though she looked confused as she slicked the tie back and forth against the back of her neck.

“Not happening? Cool,” Nicki made to get up.

“No, it is happening but she doesn’t want you using any of the other bedrooms because she hasn’t cleaned them all week, so it’s my room or the couch,” Mei Lin fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, “just when I think mum is just another homophobe, she surprises me.”

“Well, she doesn’t know what I am,” Nicki reminded her.

“There is that,” Mei Lin contemplated her, “now this will be an experience, sharing a bed with a lesbian.”

“Nothing’s going to happen tonight,” bursa escort bayan Nicki reassured her, “I’m tired and I have to be up early in the morning.”

Mei Lin perched on the side of the bed and looked at the door as she recalled the last time she’d had a girl in this bed. It seemed like an eternity ago but in truth it hadn’t been that long at all. She stared at her open wardrobe while Nicki laid down on the bed.

“Are you all right?” Nicki asked her, “I can take the couch,” she brushed her fingertips up Mei Lin’s back.

“It’s fine, really,” Mei Lin pushed her glasses up her nose as Nicki’s fingers reached her bra strap, she drew a finger along the top of the strap to the fastening.

“I’m just thinking,” she finally managed to banish the memory and laid back down with her head on Nicki’s lap. Nicki shifted across slightly and put her left foot on the floor.

“What are you thinking about?” Nicki fingered one of the ruffles on her sleeve.

“About moving out, this time it’s different.”

“How so,” Nicki moved further down the ruffle.

“This time I’m not being banished to a seminary.”

“I thought you went of your own free will?” Nicki moved across her front to one of the ruffles on the bodice.

“It was mum’s idea,” she brought her hand up to touch the back of Nicki’s hand, “after what I did at school.”

“What did you do at school that was so bad?”

“I kissed a girl.”

“What the fuck?” Nicki stared at her, “how is that so fucking bad?”

“It was a Catholic school, the headmistress called our parents in and explained the rules. My mum banned me from seeing Fatima and her parents took her out of school and transferred her to a public school across the road,” she pushed her other hand behind her jeans.

“We could have tried to see each other but it wasn’t possible to find a place where we could be alone and so we both tried to move on. Mum arranged for me to go to a seminary in Kuala Lumpur because she thought it would straighten me out,” she stopped touching Nicki’s hand and put it on her belly instead.

“So, what happened at the seminary?”

“I tried to apply myself but my heart wasn’t in it. My auntie Mary came to see me and when she saw the state I was in she called her sister, my mum in Melbourne and bawled her out. She even threatened her with something, I don’t know what it was but it frightened the hell out of mum and she called the seminary and told them I was going to be finishing up.”

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Nicki touched her face, “things get broken and sometimes you can’t fix them for love nor money.”

Mei Lin took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. Nicki stroked her face gently and Mei Lin just let her do it, relishing the softness of her touch and the security she felt just lying there with her head in her lap.

“What’s your auntie Mary like?”

“She’s the best,” she smiled, “she’s ten years younger than mum but I sometimes wish she’d been my mum instead of the mother I have now,” she felt her pussy.

“She’s progressive,” she continued, “it was auntie Mary who got me on the bloody pill, I used to have really painful periods but she educated me. It wasn’t something mum talked about, she just gave me the usual mother daughter talk when I was a teenager and handed me a box of tampons but auntie Mary really opened my eyes. When I finally came back home I told mum why I was on the pill and she just rolled her eyes and said, ‘that’s my sister talking through you,’ but that was the end of the conversation.”

“Jesus,” Nicki brought her hand up the ruffle on the other side of the bodice, “I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen, all my friends were so fucking jealous,” she reached the top of the ruffle and fingered it slowly.

“What happened to Fatima?”

“She’s engaged to be married in six months, but I’m not invited to the wedding and maybe it’s best I don’t go anyway. It would hurt too much.”

“I’m sorry,” Nicki moved a hand through her hair, “I really am. That’s why I’m so anti religious, those bastards have been fucking up the world for thousands of years.”

Mei Lin didn’t reply as Nicki started stroking her front, following the line of the vee to her throat and then back down the other side. She closed her eyes and let herself drift but a few minutes later her eyelids fluttered open.

“I’d love to know what Auntie Mary has on mum though, she wouldn’t tell me though.”

“Has your mother always been homophobic?”

“All my life, yeah, why?”

“At a guess and it’s only a guess, I’d say your mum either got involved with a woman or had a crush on a woman and came close to crossing the line. Homophobia is usually a sign that a person is trying to stifle something.”

Mei Lin stopped stroking Nicki’s hand and swallowed.

“What if? What if I’m just like her? What if I turn out like her?”

“We aren’t our mothers,” Nicki started fiddling with Mei Lin’s collar, “we might have their DNA, their eyes or their features but we aren’t them. We can take the things we like about them and discard the rest, it’s a different world out there. This is Australia, not Malaysia, there are no Muslim edicts banning us from doing certain things,” she drew her hand down the side of the vee.

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“I DO love you!” I pleaded, “If I didn’t then this wouldn’t be a big deal to me!” I said as I grabbed Lisa’s hand with the passion that surged through my soul.

“Why do you always have to bring it up when we are having a good time?” Why can’t we just be happy together?!” She asked.

How could anyone ask that question in our situation and mean it?

I flashed her a hurt look, stomped into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Happy? Together?

How could we possibly be happy together? I admit, we… well… I think she does too, enjoy each other’s company, go on romantic dates, and after work I like nothing more than to rush home to be with her; but happy was far from what I would describe our lives together.

I sat on the bed and lied back to study the ceiling. I obsessively counted many of the daggers of plaster that hung from it, subconsciously wishing that one would loosen, (and actually be strong enough for some damage) and hit me right in the heart.

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That’s how old I am, 29. I thought that my sexual peek peeked back when I was 18, but just as everyone said it would happen, (and when it would happen) it did; now.

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I think that I feel like a teenage boy, I’m aroused upon sun up almost every morning. I’d catch myself following lovely asses as they walk by when I’m out with Lisa, as they walk by my office, as they walk by on my television screen; if there was a lovely ass walking by, I saw it.

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33, Lisa; I felt the sting in my eyes right before the tears gathered into them. When we are apart, almost anything that reminds me of her hurts. She is just so beautiful! We’ve been together for 9 and 87th percent of a year and I cherish the fascination that I still have for her. She perfected as she aged, even more beautiful than the day that I met her, not in a shallow way, she was beautiful all the way through. I’ve come to truly appreciate the volumetrics of her.

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It was already 4:00, we only had an hour to get dressed and to our dinner reservation. My mom set it up for us a week before; apparently that little visit that Lisa and I had with her parents a couple of weeks ago sparked some curiosity in her mom. I warned Lisa that we should postpone until I was done ovulating, but she insisted, so off we went.

It was just a 30 minute flight from our airport to Lisa’s parents’ airport. When we landed I got my and Lisa’s carry-ons and lead her off of the plane and to the escalator. I walked ahead of her down the escalator.

I always walked ahead of her going downstairs and behind her going upstairs. I always opened doors for her and pulled her chair out and pushed it in for her. I carried all of the bags (if I physically could) without her assistance. When we first started dating she complained about it, but she had grown used to it by the first six or seven months.

We got off of the escalator and were greeted by her mom and dad.

“HI HONIES!” her mom squealed with her arms opened wide.

“Hi Mom,” we both said at the same time.

“Oh look at you two,” her dad exclaimed “you guys are trying to catch up to me and your mother; what is it honey? Almost 10 years now?” he asked as he put his arm around Lisa and kissed her head.

“Yes daddy, 9 years and 75 percent of a year as Kendra would say,” she giggled and I nudged her in the ribs for poking fun at me.

He turned and looked at me “So what is it? You guys trying to take our belt? Dethrone us from our title?” He asked with a serious face.

I smiled and was about to respond but Lisa jumped in. “I hope so daddy,” Lisa said peering over her shoulder at me.

We got in their car and they drove us to what I thought would be their house, but it looked more like the mall.

“Ok girls, just a little pit stop before we head back, I have to get your dad some new slacks.”

Lisa and I reluctantly got out of the car and followed her parents into the mall.

Lisa sat on the bench pulled out her phone and I sat next to her.

And then it hit me like I knew it would. I saw them, the mall was swarming with them, they walked by me, they bent over; they stood there in all of their glory. I tried to snap out of it but I couldn’t. I felt myself growing wet. I squirmed in my seat; I could feel Lisa’s eyes burning into me as I tried to control the squirm and my gaze.

“Hi Honies!” I was saved, or so I thought as Lisa’s mom and dad walked up to us with a single bag.

“Got the slacks, let’s go,” she said cheerfully

I got up gratefully and walked next to her mom and Lisa followed with her dad. I didn’t dare look at her, but I felt her eyes attempting to tear my soul in two.

I hung my head in shame as I walked to the car.

Then I felt a little breeze as Lisa and her dad ran past us in a race to the car, giggling. Lisa let her dad win, though he was in shape, for his age of 58, he was no match for my long legged beauty.

“So Hun, have you girls made plans for the big bursa escort 10?” Her mom asked me.

“Umm well Mom, I have BIG plans for us, I just hope that she will be happy with them.”

“Of course she will; she absolutely loves you!” Her mom exclaimed. “So can you spare a little detail on these BIG plans?”

I wanted to tell her everything! I wanted to tell her that her daughter hasn’t slept with me since our last anniversary almost a year ago and then a year ago before that. I wanted to tell her about the roaring flame inside of me that was consuming my life. I wanted to tell her, someone, anyone, about the pain that I was feeling. I wanted to tell. I wanted to but out of my undying respect for Lisa, I kept it inside. I decided to tell her where I had planned to take her daughter.

“Well Mom,” I smiled slyly “first I’m going to pick her up early from…”

I heard the clanking metal first, then my hands shot to my side and I was on the ground, shut my eyes and winced in pain

“Oh I’m so so so so sorry!!” I heard a scared, sweet voice say.

I felt 4 hands on me at once as I was being lifted to my feet. I opened my eyes and saw Lisa sprinting from the car, (her dad trailing her this time). 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 strides it took her to get to me.

“Oh baby! Are you alright?!” She asked as she ran up to me. She lifted up the side of my shirt where I had been hit and it sent a spasm to my loins; I instinctively went in and kissed her lips, she pulled back with a frown and we both turned and looked at the short half Asian half Black woman who was picking up her bike.

“I… I… I’m so … so sorry… are you ok? I’m going to call mall security so that we can report your injury, it doesn’t matter; I’m probably going to get fired sooner or later anyway.” She said looking down as she took her phone out of her back pocket.

“NO, it’s ok, really.” I said as I grabbed the hand with the phone in it. “I’m fine.”

“OH thank you, thank you, thank you!” She said as she dropped her bike and gave me a hug. I hugged back, and tightly, I turned my head to her big beautiful curly black hair and inhaled deeply. My hand slid down smoothly to the small of her back and I squeezed a little tighter. She didn’t let go, I felt my thigh push a little between her legs and she let out a soft moan. It was loud enough for Lisa’s Mom to hear, who had been listening to her Dad argue with Lisa about my decision not to call security. I saw her snap her head to see what the noise was about and her jaw dropped, she saw where my hands were, where my thigh was and how close the girl was holding me. I let go quickly and backed away. Lisa’s mother grew angry, but tried to hide it as she told the girl to go about her business, turned and walked to the car. Lisa and her dad were right behind her and I trailed with my head hanging low.

Lisa and her dad hadn’t seemed to notice that anything was wrong with her mother, they just chatted the whole way to their house about childhood memories.

The rest of the stay there was awkward, Lisa talked to me but made sure not to ask me how I was feeling again, probably from fear that I would require some physical attention to my bruised side and I would make another move on her. Lisa’s mom treated me even nicer than she did before, offering me snacks, asking me how I felt seemingly every hour, and honestly just talking entirely too much. I was beginning to feel overstimulated and Lisa knew it.

Lisa told her Mom that we would be leaving a day early, and without protest, Lisa’s mom drove us to the airport the next day and saw us off.

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Please take care of my baby

The words that Lisa’s mom whispered to me when she dropped us off.

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I knew that Lisa’s mom must have called and told my mom what happened because as soon as we got out of the airport 5 voice messages and 3 text messages popped up on my cell phone from my mom. I listened to the messages all of which essentially said the same thing, “Give me a call” and that’s how the dinner reservation was set up.

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Lisa opened the bedroom door.

“I’m sorry baby,” I said to her as she entered the closet.

“It’s ok; can we just go to this dinner and have a good time tonight?” She asked genuinely

“Yes baby,” I said as I hung my head

I felt her smile

I got up, got ready and we were out of there by 4:40

We walked the 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 blocks to the restaurant. She talked the whole way there about work. I tried to listen to her the best that I could but my mind was elsewhere, the same place that it usually was.

We got to the restaurant and I held the door open for her. We were greeted by the hostess and she led us to our reserved corner table in the back of the restaurant. We were the only ones back there and the lighting was dim. I gestured for Lisa to take the seat on the inside escort bursa and I sat next to her.

Our waitress was beautiful, I didn’t hear a word she said, I only saw her, I completely undressed her with my eyes and suddenly I felt something beaming on the side of my head that snapped me out of my gawking. I turned to see Lisa staring furiously at me; she peered deeply into my eyes and was beyond angry.

I hung my head and asked the waitress to repeat herself.

“Sure,” I heard her smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. I didn’t look up at her.

She introduced herself and took our drink order. I ordered wine in the hopes that Lisa would also order a real drink and get a little buzzed, but she ordered a cranberry juice with no ice. The waitress said that she’d be right back with our drinks and I turned and looked at Lisa. Her eyes were teary but she didn’t let them fall. I said nothing.

The waitress returned with my wine and her juice.

“On second though” I said looking up at her “I’ll have a vodka straight with no ice and a few raspberries, and a glass of water” I realized that I was looking at her and quickly looking back down.

“No problem sweetie; I’ll be right back with that, anything else for you ma’am?” She turned to Lisa smiling genuinely. Lisa didn’t say anything she didn’t even look at her. “No,” I said, “thank you,” I said trying to smile.

“Ok then,” she smiled and disappeared into the next room.

“I’m sorry Lisa baby,” I said as I touched her hand.

“Sorry for what?” She cut back sharply.

“I’m sorry that…for… what… how… I looked at that waitress.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Lisa said coldly and picked up her menu and began reading it, not a tear in sight.

“So are you lovely ladies ready to order ,” The waitress said as the placed my drink on the table

I searched for my menu on the table, picked it up and knocked over the glass of wine. It spilled on my slacks and was making its way over to Lisa’s side of the table. I sacrificed my napkin to assure that none of the wine would spill on her white blouse or on her skirt. “I’m sorry,” I said. The waitress smiled “It’s ok,” she reached behind her back and pulled a napkin from her belt and began patting and wiping my lap. I sat back and breathed in deeply as I noticed that her slightly cleavaged breast were half of an inch from my nose and mouth. She smelled of faint saliva and perfume and I knew that someone had been licking and sucking on her flesh sometime today. It was probably only for a half of a second, but for me it was if I had taken her whole breast into my mouth myself; a shiver ran up my spine.

I grabbed Lisa’s thigh under the table cloth and squeezed hard. I couldn’t help, it. “That’ll be enough!” Lisa said loudly to the waitress. She backed up and nodded grabbed the glass and went to refill my wine. I could no longer contain my urges, my hand forced itself into the black band of Lisa’s skirt and my fingers found her. She grabbed my arm, I barely noticed. All I could think about was where my fingers were; she wasn’t wet but I didn’t care. I heard a gasp of pain as I pushed my long finger into her; she let go of my arm. I was too ashamed to look at her face but I knew that she was shedding tears as they hit the arm of my blouse, 1 2 3 4. The waitress came back with my wine and put it on the table. I could tell that she wanted to ask about us ordering but she saw Lisa crying and said that she’d give us a few more minutes to look over the menu. As soon as she turned to leave I pushed my finger deeper inside of her and moved it in and out a few times before she grabbed my arm again under the table and pinched me. I pulled out of her in pain and turned and grabbed my purse with enough care not to ruin my newly prized finger and rushed out of the restaurant.

I didn’t bother pay, I’m sure the waitress would tell her that the bill was already taken care of. She’d probably leave the restaurant and walk around until she concluded that it’s been long enough, and come home; that’s how she always handled things.

Once I was out side of the restaurant, I slung my purse over my shoulder took of my shoes and ran the 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 blocks home.

A man coming out of my building noticed that I was crying and stopped me to ask if I was alright, I nodded and brushed past him, no patience to wait for the elevator. I ran upstairs and opened the door, let its weight and automatic lock take care of itself, dropped my shoes and my purse and hurried to the bedroom. I put my prized finger to my nose and inhaled deeply. Oh how I’ve missed the scent of her. I used to get it from her panties but she stopped wearing them after she walked in on me wearing them as I was climaxing with my fingers between my legs. What was I to do?

I carefully took my black slacks and panties off in one slide, my finger of gold sticking out of the way while my other fingers did the work. Finally, I plopped on the bed and sniffed it for the last time as I knew that I was about to ruin it forever. I caressed my breast with the other hand and bursa escort bayan I slide the finger inside of myself. The waitress, Lisa’s scent and my ovulation made me so wet that the one finger wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to ruin the thought of it really being Lisa inside of me by adding another finger so I curled the one and found my g spot. I imagined that it was Lisa’s finger, it felt so good. My emotions were taking control of me, I felt my hips begin to move into my hand and my palm rubbed my clit as I circled my “Lisa finger” in and almost out of myself. I came the hardest that I’ve come in a long time, my pussy swelled around my finger and tears fell fast to my ears, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14. I screamed out her name turned to my side to ride out my climax.

I sobbed myself to sleep.

I woke up to the slam of the front door. I was still laying there half naked and knew that there would be problems if I got caught like that. 7:39; a quick glance at the clock. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the shower and jumped in, with my blouse still on.

“I’m home,” I heard Lisa call.

She always did this, every time! She’d always act as if nothing happened! Although my actions were unforgivable and would ignite fury in almost anyone, she acted as if all was well just to avoid the topic of sex. I played along.

“Ok baby, when I get out can we talk?” I asked optimistically.

“Well when are you getting out… I’m really tired Kendra, can we talk tomorrow?”

I thought about it, I knew that we wouldn’t really talk tomorrow; I knew that she was postponing it as long as she possible could just like she always did. Even though I hadn’t washed the smell of sex off of myself, I turned off the water. I listed for Lisa to sigh, but she didn’t. I took off my blouse grabbed a towel and wrapped myself into it.

I walked out of the bathroom door and saw that she was sitting down on the bed in her pajamas already. 1 2 3 4 5 …34 I began counting the red hearts on pink her pajamas until I realized that I already knew how many there were.

It had gotten dark outside and she had turned on the lamp on my night stand.

I dropped my towel, walked over 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 steps, and knelt down in front of her. I placed my head on her lap.

“You didn’t wash your hair?”

“Lisa, I’m so sorry for what I did to you in the restaurant,” I began to tear up “I don’t know what came over me.”

“You’re ovulating,” Lisa said emotionlessly.

“But Lisa, I have, well I thought that I had self -control, something is happening to me, I’m becoming a monster. A raging sex addict or something.”

“You’re not a sex addict.”

“I think about sex all of the time Lisa!”

She shifted uncomfortably and I lifted my head to look her into the eyes.

“My mind is foggy; I can barely concentrate on anything without turning it into something sexual! I feel like a pervert!”

“You’re not a pervert Kendra, it’s just been a long time for you, for us; un…unless you’ve been with someone else?”

“NO, never Lisa! You are the love of my LIFE” I would never do anything like that to break your heart, I’d die if I ever really hurt you!”

A look of relief captured her face “Ok then,” and with that she turned and got into bed.

That was it.

She got what she wanted to know out of me and left me confused once again.

I sighed, and got into bed next to her and turned on my side facing away from her. I turned off my lamp and started quietly sobbing into my hands until I fell asleep.

“Oh… yes… right there … I’m going to come!” I heard faintly in my sleep, I woke up on my back to an orgasm and my hips gyrating up and down on nothing. I realized that the words had come from my mouth as warm fluid began to soak into the bed under my ass.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, it was 11:10 I turned my head and saw Lisa sitting up starting angrily at me.

“I… I’m sor.” I began. Lisa reeled her hand back and slapped my left cheek hard. I shut my eyes and screamed in pain. She jumped from the bed and left the bedroom. I jumped up after her.

“I’m sorry Lisa!! I didn’t have a wet dream on purpose! How am I to help what my body does when I am sleeping?!”

“It’s not just that you had a wet dream Kendra, who is Shelby?!”

“What, what do you mean?”

“WHO IS SHELBY?!” She asked again.

I knew who Shelby was; she was a coworker that I “forgot” to tell Lisa about a few months ago when she was hired.

I put my head down and slumped to the floor beneath her feet.

“She works with me.”

“What?! Did you fuck her?!

I didn’t respond. She got down on her knees, grabbed my chin and brought my eyes to meet with hers. She was already shedding countless tears down her face.

“Did you fuck her?” She asked again. This time very seriously without the same rage.

“No baby, no I didn’t.”

She got up and walked back to the bedroom, leaving me a mess on the hallway floor. I got up some time later to find her on her way out of the room. She put the soaked sheets into the hallway clothes bin and grabbed my hand and lead me back to the bedroom. She climbed into the newly made bed and I after her. She didn’t touch me and I didn’t touch her.

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With every stitch of her clothing saturated to the skin and every fiber of her being chilled to the bone by the driving and frigid January rain, Donna Mitchell’s mind was comprised of only one thought: A stiff drink sure would be wonderful! Though it had been six months since Donna had her last drink of alcohol before joining AA, she could still taste the crisp and clean bite of an icy cold Budweiser sliding down her throat. Then chasing it with a shot of Tequila? Oh yeah, baby! God it would hit the spot right now. Just one beer and one shot, that’s all! Nothing more! She could handle just one. But no, she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be just one. It could never be just one. As they say in the program: “One is too many, but a thousand is never enough.” And unfortunately for Donna Mitchell, that statement fit her like a glove. If twenty years of alcoholic drinking and active drug abuse had convinced her of anything, it had surely convinced her of that. Or had it?

Actually it was really only the last year and a half that did the major convincing; and it had done it in the most destructive and painful of ways. In that seemingly short span of time, a mere eighteen months, everything of value in Donna’s life had been lost; snatched out from under her like a rug from under her feet. Her career as a Registered Nurse: Fired! Her husband of 12 years: Divorced her! Her 2006 Dodge Ram 1500: Repossessed! Her home: Lost in the divorce! Her self- respect and dignity: Repeatedly defiled by desperate acts for money and drugs; even selling her body. The trust of family and friends: Gone; she had spent years stealing money, jewels and other valuables, completely manipulating and humiliating them in every conceivable fashion. Her clean criminal record: Arrested numerous times for driving while intoxicated, possession of illegal substances, assault and battery, public intoxication, embezzlement, bank draft fraud and prostitution. Her health: Kidney infections, bladder infections, upper respiratory infections, liver enlargement, high blood pressure, severe malnutrition, physical abuse and Hepatitis C.

But the most devastating loss of all: her two beloved children. Nine year old Nicholas and six year old Wendy were now in the full custody of their father and they had moved with him back to his hometown of Texarkana. Donna now had limited, court supervised visits with them one weekend a month in Texarkana. So, Donna would drive nearly 600 miles round trip along old U.S. Highway 59 through rural East Texas in a battered, war torn 1973 Chevy pick-up truck that she bought for 250 dollars from a guy in the program. The only thing holding that truck together was the paint and even it was falling off by the bucket load; rust was eating that grotesque old “hoopty” down to the frame – but it ran.

Having lived in a woman’s shelter for the first 30 days of her sobriety, Donna’s elderly parents reluctantly allowed their 36 year old juvenile delinquent to move into the one room loft over the garage of their home just outside of Houston. Now as she approached her seventh month of clean and sober life, Donna was still physically weak, frail, and easily susceptible to whatever bug was going around. But despite all her hardships, Donna loved and adored her children more than life itself and would do anything for them; even walk seven miles in a cold and bitter January rain along the shoulder of Highway 59 after her “hoopty” had finally decided to go to the big junkyard in the sky.

Though this trip back from Texarkana had been cold, gray and gloomy with a driving winter rain; in truth, it was no less miserable than any other. Even if there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature was eighty degrees, Donna’s heart always ached to the point of physical agony for she knew it would be another full month before she saw her babies again and another two weeks before she could speak to them by phone. She was allowed one mid month phone call and it was court ordered that the children must be available to speak to her. If an emergency arose on either side and the call could not be made or taken, alternate arrangements would then be made by the court to reset it. Donna hated every aspect of the situation. How could these people do this to her? She was their mother! She carried them in her body, she gave birth to them, she nursed them, fed them, bathed them, changed their diapers, wiped away their tears, loved them, treasured them. Who the hell did the state of Texas think they were to do this to her? The words of her AA sponsor suddenly thundered through her head:

“They didn’t do this to you, Donna. You did it all to yourself.”

Now, as Donna trudged down the southbound shoulder of Highway 59 in the seemingly perpetual darkness of a lonely winter night, Donna’s heart ached as it always did. Despite the biting rain smacking her in the face and the gusty January winds chilling her to the soul, Donna hardly even noticed. Physical pain and outer discomfort had nothing on emotional bursa escort trauma and inner turmoil. With her feet and legs aching from her near eight mile trek, her shoulder length black hair drenched to the scalp and the wind constantly blowing soggy locks in her eyes and mouth, Donna jammed her frail, shivering hands into the damp pockets of her soaking wet denim jacket and listened to her teeth chattering louder than the wheels of a train clattering along the rail. Finally rounding a wide bend that had seem to last forever in the intimidating darkness, Donna’s eyes suddenly fell upon a most familiar and beautiful sight.

The golden arches of McDonald’s had never been a more welcomed sight or ever looked more appetizing to Donna’s exhausted and heavy blue eyes; though at the moment, she wasn’t the least bit hungry. As the arches filled the night sky over the tiny town of Garrison, Texas with an almost heavenly ray of light, Donna managed a miniscule smile for the first time in what seemed like years. With what little remaining endurance she had, Donna picked up her pace and bolted across the street and into the fast food restaurant’s parking lot; she had to get out of the rain. She only hoped and prayed that the place was still open; small towns anywhere in the United States had a tendency to roll up the sidewalks right after sunset, and that had been nearly two hours ago. And if Garrison, Texas was anything, it was a small town; one of many East Texas “shitholes”, as her brother Zane referred to them, along old Highway 59. And based upon Donna’s luck of late, the prospects of the place still being open were slim to none.

Feeling her last vestiges of strength fading, Donna trotted quickly across the parking lot, now suddenly very mindful of the driving rain smacking her in the face and leapt onto the sidewalk, finally coming to rest against the wall under the overhang of the building’s roof. Giving herself a quick glance over and only imagining how dreadful she must look, Donna shook herself like a dog, slid back her saturated hair with her trembling hand and anxiously reached for the door handle, giving it a gentle pull: It opened. Perhaps her fortunes were turning at last. Stepping inside the world’s most popular fast food chain restaurant, Donna was met by a welcomed blast of warm, dry air that literally engulfed her frozen and frail body. Donna stood nearly 5’10” and thanks to her years of drug and alcohol abuse, she was considerably underweight – almost lanky. Since she’d sobered up, she gained some weight back, but she was still weak, gawky and thinner that her doctor would like. Her skin was almost ghostly pale, smooth and surprisingly soft and despite being wiry, she had what most men would consider a very pleasing feminine figure with solid B-cup breasts, rail thin arms, skeletal hands and narrow, bony hips. Her face too was narrow with high cheeks, deeply embedded eyes and a nose that had been broken a time or two; but it had a mysterious allure to it and was just downright pretty despite being worn and haggard by her lifestyle. It also made her appear closer to forty-six than her actual age of thirty-six.

As she wiped her feet on the black floor mat, Donna surveyed the dining room; with the exception of a young teenage couple feeding each other French fries in the corner and two elderly men playing chess at a table on the opposite end, the place was otherwise deserted. It was then her nostrils filled with the delectable aroma of fresh hot fries, cooking burgers and hot apple pies. Donna’s mouth watered as she suddenly realized that she was in fact very hungry after all. But, first things first; she needed to call her parents. Donna searched for a payphone; her pre-paid cell phone had long since expired. Spotting the payphone out of the corner of her eye just outside the restrooms, Donna moved toward it, smiling as she recollected that “First Things First” is one of AA’s most popular slogans.

As Donna reached for the receiver, her hand balled tightly into a fist and her mind flooded with dread and doubt. Would her parent’s even believe what had happened to her tonight? Would they even answer the phone if they didn’t recognize the number on the caller ID? And if they did answer, would they even accept a collect call? Donna had put her parents through absolute hell in her disease; had called them for help, manipulated and lied to them more times than she could even fathom. Though she’d now been clean and sober for over six months, Donna knew that her parents were still extremely skittish and highly suspicious of her every move. Though they loved their daughter very much, they were devoutly religious people, strict disciplinarians and very skeptical about the facets and practices of Alcoholics Anonymous; they considered it a cult. How could a group of strangers, drunks and junkies, help their daughter where they and their church could not? Black magic her mother even called it at one point. Still, Donna had to let them escort bursa know where she was and what she was doing. That was mandatory if she wanted to continue living in their garage loft. If she didn’t call them now, Donna knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that the locks would be changed and what few possessions she had left would be waiting for her on the curb when she finally got home. Donna lifted the receiver; it was dead.

“Shit!” She barked and slammed it back down.

Donna rubbed her hands over her face and weighed her options. She had only one. Donna turned and headed for the front counter. There was a rather scruffy looking young man, probably no better than sixteen behind the register. He studied Donna with wide eyes and incredulity all over his face. Donna briefly worried that given her current state of being she might be asked to leave. Now in a city like Houston, nobody would care about it, but these small towns were very different places.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” He asked.

“I hope so. I’m in kind of a jam. My truck broke down about ten miles outside of town and I’ve just walked all the way in. I’m on my way back to Houston and I need to let my family know what’s going on. My cell phone died and your payphone is out of order, so I was wondering if I could use the store’s phone to call home?” Donna explained.

“Oh, I don’t know. We’re not supposed to let anyone use ….” The young man said, but he was cut off.

“Here you go, ma’am!” A sweet yet strong female voice said from out of nowhere.

A cordless phone was suddenly thrust directly in front of Donna. Turning her head to see who had come to the rescue, Donna’s eyes bulged slightly as she beheld an absolutely radiant young woman with a warm, glowing smile holding the cordless phone.

“Are you sure?” Donna asked. “It’ll be a long distance call to Houston.”

“Oh, I think McDonald’s can afford it.” The young woman said as her smile grew even bigger and brighter.

“Thank you so much.” Donna said humbly.

“Don’t mention it.” The young woman replied as Donna took the phone.

Donna was dumbfounded for she felt the young woman’s smile warming her very heart and soul. It was the most bizarre sensation she’d ever experienced. As the young woman sauntered off behind the counter to attend to the drive-thru window, Donna stared after her in star-struck awe and wonder.

“She has to be the loveliest girl I’ve ever seen.” Donna thought to herself.

The young woman stood no more than 5’5″ at the most with a statuesque, curvaceous figure that was clearly visible, wrapped in a snug pair of black slacks that divinely accentuated her savory, round hips and a bright red shirt that emphasized her bountiful chest with the golden arches emblazoned just above her left breast. Her skin was a gorgeous complexion of peaches and cream, her arms were long and willowy with sensual, sexy hands, long fingers, clear-polished fingernails and her face radiated an equal mix of angelic innocence and goddess-like beauty. With a black ball cap, also emblazoned with the golden arches on her head, long locks of glowing golden blonde hair dangled out from underneath it, beautifully cupping and framing her gorgeous face. Donna placed the girl to be in her early twenties at the most and soon found she was gawking at the girl like a homesick puppy.

“What the hell am I doing?” Donna thought to herself. “Okay, she’s beautiful, but she’s not that beautiful. What are you? Turning lesbo?”

Donna dialed her parent’s number and her father answered on about the third ring. Donna explained her situation while her father listened with faint hints of skepticism and suspicion in his overall manner and periodic sighs; Donna knew his “bullshit” detector was on its highest setting tonight. When Donna finished her story, her father sighed deeply and there was an interminably long pause. Finally he spoke:

“Donna, you know I love you. But I have to confess that I’m having a real hard time believing you.” He said sternly.

“I figured as much.” Donna answered weakly.

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to get yourself out of this one.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“But Daddy, I’m broke.” Donna replied.

“Well, that’s not really my problem. You’re a grown woman Donna, and it’s time you start acting like one.” He stated coldly.

“But this wasn’t my fault. I’m not drunk! I’m not high.” Donna shot back.

“Then you should be perfectly capable of getting yourself out of it.” He replied.

Donna knew in her heart that any further discussion or argument on her part was useless. She was on her own.

“Okay, fine.” Donna said coldly. “Look, I promised I’d call you and I did.”

“And we appreciate that.” He told her.

“So am I still gonna have a place to live when I get back?” Donna asked.

“Well, you say you’re not drunk or high. And I have no rock solid evidence either way. You sound sober; but then again, bursa escort bayan you’re a highly skilled and seasoned BS artist. So, I guess we’ll just have to see.” Her father replied almost casually.

“Thank you, Dad.” Donna replied.

“You’re welcome. Good night, Donna.” He said calmly and the line went dead.

Donna could feel the rage building inside her like magma rising up the cone of a volcanic crater. How could her parent’s leave her stranded like this with no money, no resources, soaking wet, cold and alone? As her anger surged to a seething boil just below her skin, the immortal words of her fucking bitch of an AA sponsor once again echoed through her mind:

“They’re not doing anything to you, Donna. You did this all to yourself.”

Donna immediately wanted to argue and claim that this situation was entirely different, but the fact of the matter was, it all went back to her years of lying, cheating, stealing and manipulating. Though the circumstances tonight were not the result of her current behavior, Donna was still Donna’s problem. People still didn’t trust her; especially her parents and that trust would take a long time to rebuild; if ever. Donna’s anger faded but was immediately replaced by overwhelming sadness, guilt and deep regret. Her throat was suddenly tight, filled with an enormous lump and tears were welling up behind her eyes. She set the cordless phone down on the counter and looked at the young man.

“Thank you.” Donna said in a cracking voice.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked dutifully.

Donna fished out her wallet and found it empty. She had spent her last dollars over the weekend with the kids. Her credit cards were all now completely useless; she didn’t even know why she still carried them. Donna searched her pockets and finally pulled out a handful of change adding up to less than a dollar-fifty.

“Could I just have a small coffee, please?” She said softly.

Donna counted out the correct change, paid for the coffee and took it over to a booth by the window. With her stomach rumbling and her nostrils filled with the delightful aroma of cooking food, Donna slid her soaking wet body down into the booth and stared aimlessly out into the cold, dark, rainy night. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do. She never felt more utterly alone in the world. Her mind briefly filled with visions of her precious little boy and girl, but that brought her no comfort; she missed them so much it physically hurt. They were her everything and she had lost them. As she sank further into depression, morbid thoughts flooded her mind and tears flooded her eyes; her heart was shattered, her body was broken and her spirit was crushed. Overwhelmed with sorrow, unholy terror and an impending sense of ultimate doom, Donna dropped her now very heavy head down onto her arms on the table and sobbed piteously.

“God! Please help me.” She whispered through her inconsolable sobbing.

With her face buried in the soaking wet sleeves of her denim jacket, Donna soon sensed movement beside her and then heard the faint tap of a serving tray on her table. Slowly lifting her head, Donna nostrils again filled with the wondrous aroma of fresh fries and hot apple pie and she found herself staring down at a double quarter pounder with cheese, a super-sized order of steaming hot fries, a super-sized beverage and a fresh apple pie on a tray directly in front of her. Donna’s heart was ramming furiously against the inside of her chest as her head reflexively turned to the side to find the beautiful young woman who’d so graciously let her use the telephone standing beside the booth and smiling sweetly down at her. Donna stared up at her with utter bewilderment.

“You look like you could use something to eat.” She said compassionately.

“I…I don’t have any money.” Donna stammered.

“I know. But just like with the phone call; with billions and billions served, I think McDonald’s can afford to buy a woman dinner.” The young woman said.

Donna was speechless. She searched the young woman’s face and found nothing there but selfless compassion and genuine concern for a fellow human being. Donna felt warmth fill her heart unlike anything she’d ever known. Was this what the people in AA meant when they talked about unconditional love for your fellows?

Tears streamed down Donna’s cheeks and her throat ached from the tightness of all the emotions raging through her.

“Thank you.” She managed to spit out through her veil of tears.

“It’s my pleasure.” The young woman said; her beautiful, compassionate smile never faltering.

The young woman went about her duties as Donna dove into her meal, devouring it like a famished lion. Though she had eaten McDonald’s thousands of times in her life, she couldn’t remember a time when it tasted so wonderful. True, she was starving, but somehow, it was more than that. As Donna swallowed the last bite of her scrumptious hot apple pie and washed it down with a deep swig of ice cold Coca-Cola, the young woman returned with her ever present radiant smile filling her beautiful face.

“Feel better?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Donna replied.

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Cara was handcuffed tight and wearing nothing but a short silk kimono, loosely belted. Jessica had just caught Cara sucking off her boyfriend and now she was due to pay. Jessica came in and looked at her prisoner. The boyfriend had been dealt with satisfactorily. Television smashed on the pavement, clothes cut to pieces, and a neat black eye to see him on his way. Cara’s punishment would be more subtle. Jessica was bisexual and knew exactly how to punish the other woman.

Jessica herself was wearing a spandex pencil skirt, neat brown stockings, patent courts and a sheer, striped blouse. The last thing she had felt like doing when coming in from work had been this. She had looked forward to a quick shower, a nice, de-stressing fuck and maybe a take-away. But this had potential.

Cara was obviously scared, but that was warring with guilt, and the knowledge that she had done something deeply wrong. Jessica ran an eye over her body and judged how best to manipulate her. She slapped Cara briefly, then raged at her for a few minutes. She then acted like she had calmed herself, with difficulty. Cara had seen her lover packed off and was expecting a beating, especially while at Jessica’s mercy. Instead, her eyes widened as Jessica ran a gentle hand through her hair, then seized it tight, wrenching bursa escort her head back.

“These are good cuffs, Cara,” she murmured, keeping eye contact. “You won’t get out of them without my key… and therefore my kindness.” She kicked off her shoes and stood closer to the woman. “Are you ready to be kind, Cara?” Using her name over and over, keeping eye contact, Jessica hoped to patronise and intimidate the other woman. It worked.

“What do I need to do?”

“Whatever I want.”

Cara weighed up the odds and realised she wasn’t going anywhere. Hopefully, she thought, it’ll be over quickly.

Jessica reached inside Cara’s robe and ran a gentle hand over her breast. As Cara began to relax, she pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them on painfully, enjoying the other woman’s discomfort. She ran a contemptuous finger over Cara’s pussy.

“Still wet. Stupid slut.” She spat on Cara’s chest. Jessica then began to undress, exposing vintage brown silk stockings, affixed to a garter belt, a thong and a neat, lacy bra. “You, slut, are going to do whatever I tell you. You won’t enjoy this. Or at least, not much. This is punishment. I would have punished Alex like this, only he deserved worse.”

Jessica dragged Cara by her handcuffs and quickly hooked bursa escort bayan them over a bedstead. There she gave her the beating she’d been expecting, spanking her taut, juicy ass with her hands and a paddle. To finish the beating off, she slid her pinky into Cara’s asshole and pushed mercilessly, smiling at Cara’s yelps.

Jessica dragged Cara round and handcuffed her behind her back. Cara felt dizzy after the long spanking and the incessant tug of the clamps and was slow to see what was expected of her. Jessica had pulled aside her thong, exposing her pussy, and expected Cara to lick it. Her face was pushed into it and she tried to think what she should do.

“Just think what you liked him to do to you bitch. Now lick it. Run your tongue up and down my pussy and make it good.”

Cara felt suffocated by the other woman’s scent and struggled to comply. She tried to do some kind of French kiss and was encouraged at Jessica’s reaction. She just kept going, exploring the unfamiliar sensations and textures, a little nauseated but strangely fascinated. The scent slowly became sweeter and more intoxicating and eventually, Jessica came. Cara was thrown down unceremoniously while Jessica caught her breath.

Minutes later she was dragged to her feet. Jessica felt refreshed escort bursa and more creative. She went to a drawer and laced on an enormous strap on. She pushed Cara down so she was on her knees. Cara let herself feel a little relief. She could take being fucked, even if it was by a woman. Jessica rubbed the tip gently against the mouth of her pussy and stroked Cara’s back, almost tenderly. Cara felt a little turned on by the teasing, gentle motions. Jessica plunged in a few times then whispered, “How stupid are you?” she withdrew and plunged into Cara’s ass. The pain was instant and overwhelming and she begged Jessica to stop, to slow down, anything. Jessica’s only response was to clamp a hand over her mouth. When it was over Cara was slumped, sobbing, still handcuffed and with the nipple clamps biting into her soft flesh. This was what Jessica had been waiting for. She only slept with women as a domme and this had been a perfect opportunity. Every sub had to suffer but every sub, however vile, also got a little reward.

Confident that Cara was subdued Jessica uncuffed her. She then gently unclipped the sharp little clamps and spread Cara’s legs. Jessica first sucked the tender nipple flesh, which was a little painful for Cara but felt delicious after the former bite. Then she went between Cara’s legs. Despite the soreness of the fucking, it had aroused her under the agony. She was soft and wet and got wetter under Jessica’s skilful tongue. She was betrayed into orgasm, and completely humiliated. Jessica got up, smiled.

“I’m done.”

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Chapter 5

I ran into the darkness and felt as though I could run forever, that my energy was boundless. If I had wings I would have flown. I tore through the camp in the moonlight. The sun had long since set, I had missed dinner but Lios would not notice, we ate in a large gaggle in the center of camp, he would not assume that I had been absent. I slowed when I approached my end of the camp, finally out of breath. I stopped for a moment and caught my breath, wiping my forehead of the sweat. Finally calm, I approached the wagon and the tent pitched behind it. I attempted to be stealthy and enter quietly but when I pulled the flap back, I saw that a lamp was still lit.

“Finally back I see,”

For the first time I could remember, Lios’ voice struck a panic in me. I entered the tent, knowing there was no way out of this situation. When he glanced at me in the light I saw his expression change from a simmering anger to a rage. He bit his lip.

“What did I tell you?” He growled, approaching me, I could tell he was trying not to be overly loud. “I told you to avoid the boys and what do you do? You show up in the middle of the night with your hair down after missing dinner.”

I felt my mouth gape in horror, I reached up to my neck to find I had forgotten to put my hair back up. My entire excuse had just gone out the window, I was now completely unarmed for this.

“Shit,” Lios said, pacing with one hand on his head, he turned back to me, “Who was it?”

He was inches from my face and moving closer,

“Who was it?” his voice was barely audible, he enunciated every word.

I was silent, he waited. All I could hear was the sound of him breathing heavily.

“I wasn’t out with a boy.” I said simply, my gaze had turned to the floor, I was terrified of what might happen if I looked him in the eye.

“Ok, then who? What were you out doing so late?”

I hesitated, feeling myself wanting to lie but knowing that whether or not I did, it would result in the same amount of trouble. I shook my head.

“No? No, what? Why won’t you tell me what happened?”

He was interrogating me and I was getting frustrated.

“I know you’re not going to be happy hearing about it.”

He paused, staring at me,

“What did you do? Just be honest with me.”

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, he was trying to calm down, I could hear it in his voice. I broke down knowing that I couldn’t tell him the truth without it hurting both of us.

“Nova,” he said calmly, putting his giant hands on my shoulders as I sobbed, “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

“Nothing happened, I’m ok.”

“Then what’s going on?”

“I met someone,” I just blurted out, “the woman in blue.”

I felt his hands tighten on my shoulders for a moment, almost painfully. He must have become aware of this, his grip loosened and he dropped his hands to his sides where they balled into fists.

“And what happened?” he was still making words but his face was fixed in a scowl.

I was looking him in the eye but I had lost my ability to talk. I wanted to make words, to express what had happened, but I was so embarassed I couldn’t. My eyes fell back to the floor.

“That’s all I need to know,” he said, walking past me, out of the tent, into the darkness.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked, horrified that he was going to return to Skye and all I would find tomorrow would be a corpse.

“I’m going to have a little chat,”

I ran after him out of the tent,

“Stay here,” he growled, I wasn’t about to leave him with Skye, “Nova, stay here!” he yelled. His voice raised for the first time since I’d known him and it scared me to the point of stopping. I sobbed in the darkness as he walked off. What had I done? What had I gotten myself into? What would happen to Skye and the others? I couldn’t stand here and wait to find out, I had to go. I had started this mess and I had to fix it. I ran after him in the darkness, praying I would reach them before Lios did. I was out of breath from crying and running and had stopped a good 50 feet from the tent where I had left Skye not too long ago. I looked up to see Lios at the opening of the tent, holding a lantern. Fear suddenly ran through me that he might just toss the lantern into the tent and say that a fire had broken out. But my imagination had run off, he stood patiently at the door of the tent and I saw Skye emerge, amazingly unveiled, from the tent. The two of them walked from the tent out behind the wagons and towards a dune. I ran after them, following the lantern up the dune. I ran until my lungs felt as though they would collapse, and then I ran some more. I couldn’t stop until I knew Skye was safe. They were standing only a few feet from each other, screaming. bursa sınırsız escort

“How can you be so shallow? You knew exactly what we were the moment you let us in!”

“I didn’t know you were predators and you were going to seduce my daughter!”

I ran straight into the middle of the conversation and stood between them, facing Lios with my arms out.

“It’s not her fault,” I managed, panting frantically

“Bullshit! I’m supposed to believe that you went to visit her of your own accord?”

“Considering you forbade us from meeting,” I shot back.

Lios’ face erupted in surprise before turning back to anger,

“Who told you!?” he waved his arms angrily, “Who!?”

“I did,” Skye answered from behind me, she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me gently aside, “I thought she had a right to know the truth.”

Lios raged for a moment,

“There was a reason why!” He turned to me, pointing a finger in Skye’s direction, “There was a reason why I didn’t want you seeing these people.” he growled.

“And why’s that?” I asked, “Don’t you think I deserved to know?”

“You don’t know anything” he said simply, “You don’t understand what else is at play here.” His eyes turned to Skye and I saw the anger in his eyes.

I turned back to her, questioning,

“You agreed to the terms,” she said simply, “I simply wanted her to find freedom.”

I faced Lios, he was scowling and his eyes had fallen to the ground.

“What the hell is going on? What’s she talking about?”

“Tell her,” I heard Skye’s velvet voice say from beside me, “Tell her the truth.”

I looked to Lios, waiting. His eyes raised from the ground and looked to me, I could see the pain in the words he was about to say.

“When the Cerulean Order came to us, I knew we could benefit from having them here, there was a lot of money to be made. I was inexperienced and bad at negotiating still, Skye figured me out. She knew I wanted them to join us so she made a bargain.” he paused, looking me in the eye. “She said she wanted you, she wanted you to join them when you came of age. So I told her that you could have no contact up to that point.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“You bargained with me?”

He wouldn’t look me in the eye,

“Tell her the rest,” Skye chimed behind me.

He shook his head,

“I agreed that you would be able to choose whether or not you wanted to join them once you were old enough,” he said gruffly. “I didn’t want you joining them, becoming a part of that. I wanted you to have a normal life, to have the chance to live a good life. I afforded you all the chances to learn and take up a profession because I wanted something better for you.”

His eyes were earnest, I could see tears welling up. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, I couldn’t hold back my own tears.

“I’m sorry, father.”

“As am I,” he said, releasing me, he wiped tears from my face, “I should have never agreed to such terms. I broke the most important rule, to never bargain with something you are not willing to lose.”

I sobbed, I knew he truly loved and cared about me, even though I was not his flesh and blood. He spoke the truth, all he had really wanted was to protect me, to give me the chance to do something I truly wanted, not be condemned to a single path. How would I ever explain to him that I was freely choosing that path?

“I love you, father,” I said, still crying, I kissed his cheek. “But I have to choose.”

He was suddenly solemn, tears still running down his face. I released him and turned to Skye.

“What will happen if I choose to go with you?”

“You will be taught our ways, our methods, and then stay with us for the next 10 years.”

“After that?”

“You are free to do as you please, you may stay or you may return to your previous life.”

“Do you plan on staying with the caravan?”

She nodded,

“We have no intentions of leaving, unless Lios decides otherwise.”

“Will I still be free to do as I please when I’m not being instructed?”

“Yes, your time is your own, you are under no restriction outside of instruction.”

I turned back to Lios, but he already knew what I was planning.

“I see you made your choice,” he wiped his face and looked me in the eye, “Do as you like, you are now an adult. Just know that if you ever need anything, you are always my daughter.”

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my head gently.

“Thank you, father,”

He released me,

“You know where to find me.”

I turned and walked back toward Skye.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, “Absolutely certain?”

I nodded,

“Yes.”

“You may stay with your father this last night, then you will come live with us, understand?”

I nodded.

“Tomorrow then,” she said, turning and beginning the walk back to her tent.

Lios had walked up behind me,

“We should head back as well.”

I followed him back to our tent, he said nothing, I didn’t even know where to start with what to say, so I decided the best plan of action bursa üniversiteli escort was to remain silent. We entered the tent, he walked straight to his bed and sat down, facing away from me. I began changing.

“Do you understand what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

I stopped but remained silent,

“One day, Nova, when you have your own children, you will understand what it is like to want to protect them.”

I continued in silence before lying down in bed and pulling a blanket over me.

Lios sat in silence, staring at the side of the tent with the lamp burning. It was still burning when I fell asleep. I wish I had known then, had I been able to understand and grasp what horrible pain he was going through when I told him what I did. I still can’t say that I have the insight to understand entirely, but I think I grasp it somewhat better now. The pain, the disappointment, the huge letdown of investing so much time and energy into giving someone something only to discover that they do not really want it. Still, I would not have chosen differently, nor would I wish that on anyone, to have to choose something that makes them unhappy when there is clearly something that would make them happy waiting on the other side of a difficult decision.

The next day, when I awoke, Lios was gone, off tending to his many duties. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Morning sunlight baked the tent and rays of sunlight poured through the small space between flaps at the opening. Last night felt like a dream turned nightmare and for a few moments I wondered whether it had really happened. I dressed and began packing. I didn’t have much to pack up, a few changes of clothes and some bathing supplies. I heard the tent flap and I turned to see Lios coming in,

“You’re up, good, Skye is looking for you,”

I stood and grabbed my bag of packed belongings.

“I’m on my way out now,” I said simply and began to walk towards the flap.

“Wait,”

I turned and saw him approaching me, he reached for a pocket and produced a single gold ring. He held it between two fingers and took one of my hands.

“This is the first thing I ever traded for,” he said, slipping it on one of my fingers, “It was going to be my gift to you when you became the leader of the caravan, but now I just want you to have it, as something to remember me by.”

I dropped my bag and hugged him,

“How can you think I will ever forget my father?”

he chuckled, hugging me back,

“Just don’t forget where you came from.” he said releasing me.

“Some awful town infected with the plague, got it.”

He laughed,

“Be safe and be careful, Skye is very good at what she does, I know she will take good care of you.”

I nodded, picking back up my bag and heading out of the tent. The sunlight blinded me at first but I blinked away the blindness as my eyes adjusted and noticed a blue figure standing next to our wagon about 20 feet away. I headed towards her,

“Follow me,” she said, it wasn’t Skye this time, but I followed as she led me to the tent I had been in last night. She stood to one side and held the flap open for me and I walked in to the familiar earthy smell.

“Where should I go?” I asked

“Head towards the back,” she replied, pointing to the back of the tent, “Many of these are unclaimed.”

I stepped over the beds and dropped my things by what seemed like a vacant bed. She approached me and looked me up and down,

“We need to get you some new clothes,” she shook her head, “But first lets get you introduced and started on some basics. My name is Embry” she did a curtsy of sorts, “I’m currently the only one not working, everyone else is out at the moment, one of us needs to stay back and ensure the safety of the tent and the wagon, today that is me.”

“Do you have to be veiled all the time?”

“No, but you haven’t been officially initiated yet, so I can’t reveal myself to you.”

“Where’s Skye?”

She laughed,

“You will be very fortunate if you can get a hold of her before sundown, she is a very busy woman.”

“So what exactly needs to be done around here? Or are you going to teach me something?”

“Since you haven’t been initiated, I can’t say much, so today will be mostly chores and basic delivery.”

“Alright, what needs to be done?”

And that was the start of my day of busy work. I retrieved food stores from the vendors, cleaned beds, fed the horses, and did some wagon maintenance. I was busy hammering out some metal for a wagon wheel when a hand lit on my shoulder.

“What are you up to?” The velvet voice asked,

I turned, smiling, to face those familiar green eyes and blue veil.

“I met Embry and she’s kept me hard at work,” I said, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of one arm, “You have a bad wheel, so I thought I’d might as well fix it.”

“Take a break and come eat lunch with me,”

I couldn’t have dropped what I was doing any faster, I followed her into the tent where the other women were sitting.

There was a groan when I entered and a bunch bursa anal yapan escort of women fussing to find their veils.

“Relax,” Skye’s voice punctuated the movement, “She is our newest initiate, your secret is safe with her.”

They all sighed and put down their veils, resuming their lunch. Skye removed her own veil, shaking out her hair as she dropped it onto a bed.

“This is Embry,” she pointed to a fair skinned girl with brown hair.

“Dammit, now she knows what I look like,” Embry said gruffly

“Oh shut up,” the girl next to her said, “She was going to figure it out sooner or later,”

Skye pointed to the girl who had spoken, she had dark hair and mid toned skin,

“Miras,” she moved to a slightly older woman, probably somewhere in her mid to late 30s, she was also a blonde with lighter skin and blue eyes, “Lena,” the woman waved with one hand, eating with the other. “Then there’s Mitra and Thenra, they’re twins,” there were two women in their mid twenties with dark complexions similar to myself but they too had piercing blue eyes, one had shoulder length hair, the other had a long ponytail, respectively. They didn’t respond, only continued eating. “Have a seat,” Skye said, gesturing to the floor. I sat at the end near the twins.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Nova,” I said simply. Mitra, the shaggy haired one, nodded.

“They don’t talk much,” Miras said simply, “Kind of the quiet type.”

“I see.”

Skye returned from outside holding some fruit and a couple wrapped sandwiches, she came in and sat next to me, handing me a sandwich and a piece of fruit.

“How are you doing with this?” she asked me, very intent on her food. Mine was already in my mouth, I hurriedly swallowed it so I could answer.

“I’m doing alright, but I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes?” she took a small bite of her food.

“Is there any way I could continue working with the smith? Or maybe even just dancing or swordsmanship? I want to keep up my skills in those fields.”

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your learning here, I don’t see an issue, just know that you cannot discuss your work here.”

I nodded,

“Of course, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Don’t overwork today,” she said simply, taking another bite of her sandwich, “tonight is the official ceremony and you’re going to need your energy.”

I felt my heart sink into my stomach with anticipation. I couldn’t deny that I was excited for what might come, I secretly hoped it would involve Skye.

“I’ll make sure I don’t overwork then.” I said simply, beginning to eat the piece of fruit, I had devoured the sandwich. She turned to me and gave me a devilish grin, I thought for a moment I could see some excitement in her eyes as well.

“Not sure what’s going on over here, but I feel some sparks!” I heard Embry say from the other side of the group.

“You know, just because we have sex all the time, doesn’t mean we always have to be pervy!” Miras harassed her, “Haven’t you ever heard of friendship?”

“That is not a look of friendship…” Lena added, without looking up from her sandwich.

“I have to go,” Skye said abruptly, hearing the chatter among the other women, she tossed the piece of fruit to me, “You might need this more than I do.”

“Good luck and be careful,” I said to her, then realized just how personal that sounded, “All of you,” I said turning to the group, trying to sound less attached. They all began to get up and put their veils back on. Skye took a moment to tidy up, the other women headed out. I turned to clean off the beds when I felt two arms wrap around my stomach and gentle kisses on my neck. I chuckled, wrapping my arms over hers, I looked over my shoulder, her green eyes soft, gentle for once. I didn’t want her to go, and I didn’t want her to let me go. I leaned in and kissed her softly, she released me.

“I have to go,” she grinned, pulling her veil over her face, “I’ll see you tonight.”

I nodded,

“See you.”

She was out the flap and gone before I knew it. I turned back to resume working and saw Embry before me, she was standing with her arms crossed, looking at me critically.

“That explains a lot.”

Again, I felt the urge to lie, but I knew it would get me nowhere, I was still a horrible liar. Perhaps the truth was less threatening. I shrugged,

“It is what it is,” I said as I walked past her to continue my work, I could feel my face burning, I was thankful for my dark complexion, it hid some of the redness in my face. But I couldn’t deny, some of it was lust, some was love, and some was pride.

Chapter 6

The sun was going down and as it did my anticipation was rising. The sky was tinted with an orange hue as the sun descended below the horizon line, beneath the dunes surrounding our camp. I had occupied myself with sweeping out the wagon of the finer sand that had accumulated inside it. Their wagon was a curious thing, it was wider than most of ours with space for far more than 6 or 7 of us, I figured I knew why. The floor was carpeted with a fine oriental rug, made of bright reds and yellows, it seemed fairly new. There was sleeping space for about 14, or so I counted, the interior of the wagon was made from mahogany and innately ornamented in places. They clearly were not at a loss for funds if they could afford such a big, grandiose wagon. I heard a clicking tongue behind me and expected to see Embry’s critical face staring back at me when I turned.

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Six years ago, I was 24 when my sexual desires and curiosity were satisfied. I was an only child and led a happy, but uninteresting life. Of course my parents loved me, but looking back, they led a rather staid existence. Throughout my schooling and college years I was rather plain and tubby. I wore glasses and my teeth seemed to forever be in braces. Boys weren’t interested in ‘plain little plump Ashleigh’. I applied my energies to studying and pursue a career. I was studying advertising. When I was 18, the braces finally came off. my teeth were straight and perfect. My body gradually started to transform. My puppy fat disappeared, I developed a waistline and my breasts swelled and firmed. The transformation didn’t happen overnight. By the time I was twenty I was a stunningly beautiful girl, according to my parents, with long shapely legs. Firm 36C breasts, with generous nipples were my greatest assets. People who had not seen me for a few years were amazed and couldn’t believe it was me.

Earlier my parents had bought me a computer, which I needed for my career. Eventually I outgrew the ‘toy’ pc and had to get a bigger one, with a modem. I was becoming conscious of my sexy body and the way men, and a lot of women, stared at my attributes in admiration. I became self-conscious of my glasses and took to using contact lenses. I was still not interested in men. I got hit on a lot, but suppose it was growing up without boys in my teens that sparked my indifference. At night I surfed the Internet for material for my studies. I kept getting porn sites popping up but ignored them.

One day, becoming curious, I entered one site and was amazed at the explicit sex content. I started surfing in earnest, finding better and more explicit porn. I was most interested in the lesbian sites and found that the pictures and stories of girl on girl sex aroused me tremendously. I started having sexual desires like never before. I became obsessed with the cyber sex, especially the lesbian stuff. I started sitting at my ‘puter’ in just a shirt or robe without panties or bra, so as not to have any hindrance for my hands and fingers as they explored my sensuous body. I used to get into a sexual frenzy and masturbate myself silly, looking at girls licking, sucking and fucking each other. From all accounts, the lesbians seemed to have more stimulating and exciting sex than the heterosexuals. I became extremely curious and obsessed to have sex with a woman. But how to accomplish that? I was too shy and naïve to do anything about my desires. I made lots of friends when I joined a firm of advertising consultants, and slowly became more outgoing.

One girl in particular, I was very drawn to and we became close friends. An attractive brunette, her name was Bridgette. She had a steady boyfriend and I started double dating with them. One thing led to another and finally I had my first sexual encounter with a man. I had quite a few boyfriends after that, but was disappointed with the sex. It was pleasurable, but not what I expected after surfing the net and reading the erotic stories. I still had better orgasms when I masturbated with my fantasies, than from a man. I became highly sex hungry, and could have multiple orgasms three or four times a day. I longed to have sex with a girl. Just to see if it was as good as described. I felt I was missing out somewhere. BUT….my life was about to change……

We had to stagger our lunch breaks so as not to leave the office unattended. Bridgette and I rarely had lunch together. My lunch break was from 1.00 PM. Most of us had lunch at a cozy diner over the road. The owner and waitresses got to know us by name and where we worked. As a regular, a table was always reserved for me. Always the same one. I got to recognize the regulars and we used to wave greetings. One woman in particular fascinated me. She was about my age or a couple of years older. An attractive blonde, she always smiled at me and mouthed “Hello.” She used to arrive about twenty minutes or so after me and sat a few tables away from me on the opposite side of the diner. Occasionally I would catch her looking at me with a pensive expression. I would smile at her, she would smile back and I would become shy and blush a bit. I had become very annoyed by the men in the office constantly pestering me for dates, even the married ones. None of them appealed to me in the least. One day I told Bridgette about how they were annoying me. She laughed and said she couldn’t blame them because I was such a stunning and sexy girl.

“Tell them you’re a lesbian.” She said. “It always works.” I took her advice and it had the desired effect. Their hitting on me ceased. One day, after returning from lunch. A long narrow box in gift-wrap was on my desk. I presumed it was meant for someone else, but then saw a card attached which was addressed to me. Only my name was on it. Intrigued I opened it. A single red rose nestled in tissue paper. I searched for a card or something, but there was none. bursa escort “Some guys just never give up.” I thought to myself. I was going to dump the pretty flower, but didn’t have the heart to destroy something so beautiful. I found a vase and stood it on my desk. It lasted for a few days before wilting. The day after it did, another rose arrived. A white one this time. Still no message or anything, just my name. This went on for about two weeks. Always a single rose of a different color each time.

Bridgette started teasing me about my ‘secret admirer’. My annoyance had passed and I was most intrigued by his, whoever he was, persistence. After about the sixth rose, the next one contained a card inside. All that was on it was the perfect imprint of a woman’s lips in lipstick. I sniffed the card and smelt the definite aroma of Opium perfume, which I was familiar with because I use it myself. Now I was really intrigued and felt flattered that it appeared that my admirer was a woman. I didn’t tell Bridgette for fear that she would start to think that I was becoming a lesbian or something. Secretly I hoped it was from her. I would have loved to sleep with her, we had become so close. A few days later another package arrived late in the afternoon. This one was a bit bigger than the previous ones. Gingerly I undid the wrapping. My heart was beating in my breast with excitement. I gasped when I saw what was nestled under the rose, a red one this time. I quickly closed the box.

My hands were shaking, my pussy was twitching. I picked up my ‘present’ and went to the powder room and locked myself in a toilet closet. I sat on the seat and opened the box. Under the rose was a miniscule pair of red sheer panties. I picked them up gingerly and nearly dropped them back in the box. They were wet. I ran a finger over the slick crotch piece and felt stickiness. I lifted the delicate garment to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of another woman’s love secretions. It was intoxicating. I felt my pussy convulse with yearning. I held the beautiful sexy panties to my nose once more and inhaled more deeply this time. I closed my eyes in rapture and flicked my tongue over her secretions, still fresh on the delicate garment. I tasted her. I opened my eyes and saw the card, which had been concealed under the panties. I lifted it out. It read: ‘I wore these today for you, now they are yours.’

My hands were shaking. I’m not sure whether from panic or excitement. I was certainly becoming very aroused. I was about to put the card back in the box, when I saw a matching red bra as well, which had been under the card. I smelt her Opium perfume on it. I smelt the panties again and my head swam with desire. In a sudden inspiration I decided to put them on. There was something erotic about wearing another woman’s wet panties. I stood up and slipped my panties off, noticing the damp spot in the crotch. I decided to wear the bra as well and removed my blouse and bra. I brought my hands up my body and lifted my breasts in the palms of my hands and squeezed them pinching and pulling the erect nipples. God I was so horny. I needed to bring satisfaction to my spasming pussy. Quickly I removed my skirt and sat back on the toilet seat. I positioned my butt on the edge of the seat and spread my legs wide. I slid a finger into my wet slit and extracted some juice. I brought my finger up to my throbbing clit and circled it, teasing it out from its hood. I felt it swell. I bent down and picked up the red panties and held them to my nose. I inhaled the aroma of her cum and licked the taste of her from the moist crotch. I closed my eyes and fantasized it was Bridgette’s pussy at my mouth.

My pussy was on fire. I delved three fingers into my sopping depths and placed my thumb on my swollen clit. I worked my fingers in and out, slowly at first and then picking up the pace. I pulled my fingers in as deep as I could and moved them around inside me and flicked my thumb over my clit. In my mind I saw Bridgette’s sweet face at my cunt. It was her hand in my pussy, fucking me hard. The rich smell of pussy from the red panties was her pussy in my mouth. I was tongue fucking the sexy brunette. I came quickly. I held the panties tight against my mouth to stifle my ecstatic cries as my orgasm spilled from my trembling body. I sat still, regaining my breath. I was about to wipe myself then stopped. I wanted to stay wet in my lover’s panties, to let my girl cum mix with hers. It was tremendously erotic and naughty. I stepped into the sensuous garment and drew them up my legs and smoothed them around my butt. They fit perfectly. I liked the way they hugged my ass, hips and mound.

My pussy was still swollen with lust and bulged tight against the panties. I saw the crotch begin to darken as my juices soaked into the sheer fabric. Next I put on the bra, which fitted me perfectly. It was a half-cup and barely covered my nipples, leaving a large amount of my areolas uncovered. I finished dressing and bursa ucuz escort left the powder room clutching the box. Bridgette looked up as I came into the office and smiled, giving me a curious look. My heart skipped a beat and I was becoming more and more positive that it was her sending me the roses. I looked at my watch and realized that I had been away for more than half an hour. I kept glancing at Bridgette the remainder of the afternoon, seeing my friend in a new light. I studied her body, the sexy curve of her 36C breasts. It struck me that she was the same size as me. I looked at her butt and hips. Yes! The same as me. I started undressing her with my eyes, seeing her lovely breasts sitting snugly in the lacy bra. Her delectable pussy encased in the sheer red panties. Her pussy. God I was dying to see her pussy, to smell it, taste it. Damn! I wanted to fuck her. I jerked myself back to reality. Bridgette was staring at me quizzically. “You OK Ashleigh?” She asked. “You look a little dazed.”

“Sure.” I answered. “A slight headache is all.” I could feel my pussy oozing. Damn. I wanted to cum again. My short skirt had ridden up my thighs and I could smell myself. The unmistakable scent of an aroused pussy, ready for sex. I wondered whether Bridgette could smell me. In a way, I wished she could. When I got home, the first thing I did was lie on my bed and bring myself off again.

I slept badly that night and in the morning, felt really shit. My mind had been in turmoil, fantasizing about Bridgette. Wondering how to handle the situation. Should I confront her and tell her I wanted to have sex with her, or let things ride? On the other hand, I wanted her desperately, yearning to have a lesbian experience with her. I knew that actually I wouldn’t make the first move, I was too timid. My pussy was in a constant state of arousal. I had masturbated twice during the night, but still I craved release. I considered calling in sick but decided against it, fearful that Bridgette might make a move on me today. I had a hot bath, which made me feel a bit better. I pondered what to wear. I wanted to look sexy and appealing for her, but not slutty. First, some sexy underwear. I chose a thin, flesh colored, bra that had no bones or under wires. I smoothed the cups over my firm breasts, tweaking my nipples, making them hard and erect and was pleased with the result, the way they tented the thin material of my bra. I pulled on high cut tanga panties, also flesh colored.

There was no gusset in the crotch which left the panties almost see through. They were quite tight and molded to my pussy, pulling into my slit, accentuating my swollen pussy lips. I wanted to finger fuck myself again, I felt so hot, but there wasn’t time. I selected a tight, white blouse with a low neckline, which fitted like a second skin. My breasts were accentuated perfectly. I pinched and pulled my nipples to see the effect and was pleased by the way that they stuck out prominently. A navy blue short, flared skirt completed my ensemble. I twirled around in front of the full-length mirror and saw my panties as the skirt flew outwards and up. I decided against stockings. I was ready to be seduced. Bridgette was already at the office when I arrived. We greeted each other in the usual manner. I noticed her eyeing me up and down with raised eyebrows. “Got a date Ash?” She asked with a smile. “You look hot.”

“Thank you Bridge.” I replied, pleased at the compliment. “Unfortunately not.”

“Well neither have I.” She said. “How about going for a drink after work? We should really show you off. You look ravishing. If I was a man, I would chase the pants off you.” She laughed. “Oh get on with you.” I said blushing. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re a girl, Men don’t appeal to me at the moment.” There! I had dropped a hint. Now it was up to her. Bridgette looked at me with a frown, but said nothing. “A few drinks after work would be great.” I added. The morning passed and nothing developed. Whenever Bridgette glanced my way, I put my shoulders back and pushed out my chest. My breasts strained against my thin clothing. When I walked around the office, I would turn with a flourish to let Bridgette see my sheer panties. She took no notice.

“Oh well.” I thought. “Maybe she’s waiting till after work.” Bridgette said she would be a bit late back from lunch. She had some business to attend to. I told her that would be OK. She was back about half an hour late. I went to the diner and sat at my usual table. I ordered my lunch and then only noticed that the blonde woman was sitting at her table already. We smiled and mouthed our usual greeting but this time she pursed her lips and mouthed a kiss to me. I was taken aback and looked away embarrassed. A few minutes later I stole a glance in her direction. She was standing up and collecting her things, getting ready to leave. She squatted down to retrieve her bag from the floor. She was facing me. Her tight mini rode up bursa elit escort her thighs to her hips. She parted her thighs and I clearly saw her panties. They were RED, just like my present. “What a coincidence.” I thought. She walked in my direction on her way out and when she reached my table, she dropped a red rose on it in front of me.

She continued on her way. I caught a whiff of her perfume. It was OPIUM. I looked down at the delicate flower. My heart was pounding in my chest, my body shaking. “HER.” I thought, dumbfounded. There was no mistake. The panties, the perfume and the rose. The stem of the rose was threaded through a piece of notepaper. I removed it with trembling hands. “I can’t get you out of my mind. I need you. I want to love you. Call me tonight please.” It said. There was a phone number, but no name. In panic I dropped the note in my handbag. I finished my lunch slowly, thinking of how I nearly made a fool of myself with Bridgette. I felt embarrassed about the way I had been flaunting myself in front of her.

“What must she think of me?” The waitress brought my coffee. I asked her if she knew who the blonde woman was who sat at that table. “I only know her name is Helen.” She said. “Now that I think of it, two weeks ago she asked me your name.” I thanked her. Well that explained how she knew my name and where I worked. I retrieved the note from my bag and read it again. She, Helen, wanted me. My pussy was drooling at the thought. Helen was really stunning. I decided to phone her that night. I looked at my watch. I had overextended my lunch by half an hour. I returned to the office, dreading to have to face Bridgette. The rest of the afternoon passed without incident. Bridgette was quite normal towards me. I sighed with relief. I was dying to tell her I now knew who was sending me roses. The day ended and the two of us went to a nearby pub to have the few drinks we had promised ourselves. Bridgette was about to perch her cute butt on a barstool when I stopped her.

“Lets sit over there.” I said, indicating a table in a secluded corner.

“Ok.” She replied and we minced over to it. A waiter took our order. I needed something strong to settle my nerves and ordered a Jack Daniels on crushed ice. Bridgette ordered the same. I took a long pull and sighed. Bridgette looked at me with a curious expression.

“What gives girl? Come on. Out with it. You’ve been acting strange all day.” I hesitated. Now reluctant to tell her my discovery. I took a deep breath. “You know the roses I have been getting?”

“Yes.” She replied with interest.

“You know who he is?”

She asked excitedly. “Tell me.”

“It’s not a he.” I blurted out, and then told her about the bra and panties, and that they were wet. Bridgette stared at me in awe. “I…Uh..I….Oh shit.” I stammered and gave a sniffle. “I…I..thought…”

“You thought it was me? Didn’t you?”

“Yes.” I sobbed.

“I’m so sorry Bri.” Bridgette put her hand on my arm and patted me. “Shhh….It’s ok. She said soothingly. “I don’t blame you for thinking that. It’s an intriguing thought though.” She said pensively. “Imagine me chasing after a woman. That could be something exciting.” She laughed sweetly and squeezed my arm. Gaining a bit of courage I said. “Bri, the point is, when I thought that it was you, I wanted you.”

“Really? I’m flattered Ash.” She paused for a moment. “You’re not that way are you? I mean les or bi?”

“No. But I have fantasized and been curious about what it would be like to have a lady lover. And you?”

“No. Never even thought about it.”

“Are you disgusted with me?” I asked meekly. “No. Not at all sweetie. I’m really flattered that you thought of me as being appealing.” I then told Bridgette what had transpired at the diner. I told her the whole story. She listened in silence till I had finished my story. Then she wanted to know everything; age, was she attractive did I like her? “What are you going to do about it Ash.” She asked. “Do you want to have a scene with her?”

“I don’t know. I must admit that the thought of having sex with her turns me on immensely.”

“If it turns you on, go for it girl. It couldn’t do any harm. Maybe she’s just teasing, or playing with your feelings.” We dropped the subject and had another couple of drinks and then went our separate ways. I had a shower, put on a negligee and watched TV while I tried to pluck up courage to phone Helen. I wasn’t really paying attention to the TV. The phone was next to me, and eventually I picked it up and dialed her number. When it started ringing, I chickened out and put it down. Five minutes later I phoned again. I let it ring a bit longer this time, but chickened out again. The third time I forced myself not to hang up. “Hello.” It was her. Although we had never spoken, I knew instinctively it was her. I kept quiet. I could hear my deep breathing echoing in the phone. My hand was trembling and my heart pounding. “Ashleigh is that you? Answer me please.” Still I kept silent. I didn’t know what to say. “I know it’s you. Speak to me please sweetie.” More silence. “You must be interested or you wouldn’t have phoned. Speak to me honey.” I drew in a deep breath. “Yes it’s me.” I said quietly. “You’re Helen aren’t you.”

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Lizette wasn’t a bad boss, as bosses go, in fact she’s a pleasure to deal with in a professional capacity. There can be some real bitches in the world of interior design. I’d been fantasying over her for months, ever since she’d started working here, she was a tall, dark haired, Latin looking beauty, with firm boobs and a tanned shapely figure.

We’d been for a few drinks after work a couple of times but nothing had come of it. I don’t know if she realized I was gay and I still couldn’t work out where her passions lay. I started dreaming about what I’d do with her, but I put it to the back of my mind deciding it wouldn’t ever happen. Besides it wasn’t helping my work, sitting day dreaming about her lithe sexy body.

She asked me to come down to her office to discuss a few questions she had about the project we were working on. We aren’t a big company and the other three girls were out for the day visiting a new client. I knocked on her office door and heard her call for me to come in.

‘Hi Liz, I have the samples you wanted to discuss,’ I said coming into her office.

‘Ahh, great thanks Louise, take a seat, I’ll be right with you,’ she said turning to finish something on her Mac.

I closed the door behind me and walked to the seat in front of her desk, putting my folder Down, I waited for her to finish what she was doing, she smiled looking up at me nodding her encouragement, so I began.

‘These are the samples for the sofa in the games room’ I explained passing the material sample over the desk.

‘And this is the flooring I thought we could use’ I passed her a lump of the polished walnut planking.

As she took the walnut from my hand her phone rang, startled by its shrill ring she dropping the sample. It bounced once and skated its way across the office floor. As she took the phone I got up and went over to retrieve the timber, it had landed by her book case. I bent to pick it up, my back towards her, as I reached down I felt her hand lazily stroke my ass, her fingers caressing me through the green cotton of my shorts.

Straightening up and blushing, I turned to see Lizette still on the phone looking at me with a glint in her eye. Slowly she opened her mouth and licked her lips. Still on the phone, she rolled her chair back from the desk, and slowly parted her thighs. She was wearing a flowing red summer dress, her left hand slowly moved down to her bare tanned thighs and moved the thin cotton material upwards, making sure she pushed the red cotton far enough so I could glimpse the pink lace material of her panties.

‘No, I said they needed to have that work completed by Thursday,’ she said to the caller.

She smoothed the red cotton back over her thighs and then reached across to her desk, picking up the material sample for the sofa. Holding it up, she turned it over in her hand, as if appraising its texture and color, then she quite deliberately dropped it on the floor in front of her chair. She bit the corner of her mouth, her green eyes twinkling looking up through her lashes at me and mouthed the word ‘Opps’.

‘No, that’s not good enough, we’ve had too many delays on this project already’ she said more firmly.

‘Ok, Louise and I will be there on Thursday afternoon to check it’s all been finished off, ok bye’ she replaced the receiver and turned back towards me.

‘I don’t know what’s the matter with me today, I seem to be soooo clumsy’ she cooed.

‘Be a sweetie and get that for me bursa escort bayan would you Louise’ she purred.

I moved closer and slowly crouched down in front of her, my face only a couple of feet from her open thighs. I picked up the material and slowly placed it on her desk. Then feeling slightly nervous I lower myself down on the floor in front of her chair, wiggling my butt to get comfortable, I stretched out my long legs and wrapped my heels behind the wheels of her office chair. I pulled the chair towards me, Lizette opened her legs more as I pulled the chair closer.

I removed her high heels, one at a time placing them under her desk and with trembling fingers I pushed the thin red cotton material of her dress up her smooth tanned thighs. Lizette wiggled her butt forwards in the chair, bringing her pussy closer to me.

As I bend forward I can smell her perfume, it’s a pleasant summer fragrance and then I lean in and kiss the front of her pussy through the pink lace material of her panties. I Let my tongue lick up the flimsy material following the curves and folds of her pussy, I can feel her body tremble at the touch of my tongue. I reach up to pull her panties down, Liz raises her butt up slightly to allow me to remove the pink lace which covers her sex, I pull them down her thighs and then over her firm calf muscles, she steps out of them. She wiggles her butt back into her black leather chair.

I lean forward, and let my tongue slowly lick its way up the now naked folds of her pussy, nearly reaching her clit I stop and start licking from the bottom of her labia again. She shivers and lets out a small moan adjusting her butt on the seat, I feel the weight of her right leg as she lifts it up on to my shoulder.

Lizette then moves her left leg up and rests her foot on her desk, allowing her legs to spread wider. Her swivel chair moves backwards a small amount until I lock it in place between my calf muscles.

I lean towards her pussy again, this time I push harder spreading the folds of her labia wider as my tongue reaches the hood hiding place of her waiting clit. I let the tip of my tongue curl around it pushing against her clit, I kiss and then suck it gently feeling it hardening in my mouth.

Lizette gasps and giggles, I kiss her pussy and I let my tongue start its journey all over again licking up her pussy lips, pushing and probing as it follows its path back to her waiting clit. She moans deeply as I suck on the now hard bud of her clit, I let my tongue push and move over it in small circles I feel her hands move to hold my head and her hips rising up to meet my tongue. I suck harder and nibble on her clit I can feel the wetness build and smell the sweetness of Lizette’s musky scent.

I let my tongue probe against her now moist labia, driving into her wet pussy, in and out harder and faster I go. I take Lizette’s clit in my lips, I feel it’s heat and hardness, I suck and pull on it with my mouth and tongue. I feel her body tense, her hips urgently grinding hard against my mouth, my tongue swirls and flicks across her clit, faster, dipping in and out of her pussy and then back to her clit as her orgasm starts to build. She moans loudly begging me not to stop, I feel her hands clamping my head hard against her pussy.

I suck hard on her clit, now concentrating all my efforts on her slippery hard bud, I can feel her body tense and her hips buck upwards pushing hard into my mouth as she starts to bursa bayan escort cum, I greedily lick and suck her hot sticky cum as she pants and moans still grinding her pussy into my waiting mouth. I feel her body relaxing as the wave of her orgasm subsides, her hands trembling against my head she slumps back into her chair.

Lizette looks down at me a satisfied grin on her face, she makes to move forward in her chair thinking I’ve finished with her. I gently push her back in the chair and moving forward I kiss her wet labia, licking the remaining glistening cum from them. I kiss my way up her pussy and gently I kiss the hood which barely covers her tingling clit, I let my tongue push the hood aside and it flicks across the her hard bud. Lizette moans deeply at the pleasure she’s feeling, her clit still hyper sensitive after her first orgasm.

Slowly and still a bit shakily she moves her left leg off her desk and lets it drape over the arm of her chair, sliding her butt forwards on her now very wet chair she moves her right leg from my shoulder and drapes that over the chairs other arm.

Now I know she has fully surrendered to me, she squeals with delight as I curl my tongue across her most secret place. I take her clit in my mouth again and begin to suck it wrestling it with my tongue, I nibble it gently another squeal and I feel her hands back clamping my head firmly in place. I suck and tease her clit letting my mouth and tongue lick and suck it greedily.

Lizette moans loudly and releasing my head her fingers move to pull her labia wide revealing her wet pink sex. I need no more invitation and push my tongue as deep into her as I can, pushing it in and out as hard and fast as I can, Lizette moans deeply.

I turn my attention back to her now fully exposed clit, her fingers now wet and slippery with her own cum she struggles to keep her lips spread so wide. I don’t care now the lust has taken me over I can feel my own pussy oozing my sticky juices, my clit is aching to be touched and sucked, my green shorts have a wet patch of their own, I want her to cum harder than she’s ever experienced before.

So I suck harder on her clit, taking it into my mouth and pushing it hard with my tongue, kneading it between my lips. Lizette squeals I suck and suck harder and faster, pulling away I push my tongue deep into her pussy I taste her stickiness oozing from deep within her sex. I lick, suck and slurp it from her pussy. Lizette’s fingers now so sticky with her own cum she can no longer keep her labia spread so wide apart, she gives up I feel her wet fingers in my hair pushing me into her waiting pussy as my tongue lashes away.

I push two of my long fingers inside her pulling them back and then driving them deep into her waiting sex. I feel her wet sticky warmth as they slide easily in and out, I feel every contour of her most intimate place, her pussy tightening and relaxing responding to my touch, all the while my tongue sucks hard on her throbbing clit.

I keep this up, my fingers slipping and sliding their way inside her, my mouth and tongue clamped to her tingling clit, she squeals and moans, I feel her body tensing again, I hear her whimper begging me not to stop, my own fingers wet and slippery as they continue to slide their way in and out of her.

I feel Lizette’s hips thrust upwards and I pull my head back gasping for air, I move my left hand up towards her clit with my long bursa merkez escort fingers I start rubbing it as fast as I can. Lizette screams, her body shaking as my fingers keep up their motion, slipping and sliding on her wet clit. It’s hard pink bud tingles at my touch. Her whole body tenses and I feel her hips push forwards her back arches lifting her off the chair.

‘Ohhh, fuckkk, ohh’ she screams totally lost in the wave of her orgasm.

I feel her pussy muscles tighten on my fingers, I pull them out of her, my other hand still rubbing her clit as if my life depended on it. Her hips thrust forward again she squeals as jet of cum squirts in a beautiful arc from her soaking wet pussy, she squeals again in surprise, delight and lust. The squirt subsides to a trickle of cum following the contours of her now soaking pussy. My fingers are still rubbing her clit as fast as I can, she squeals again grinding her hips upwards as a second squirt of her sweet sticky cum splashes from her soaking depths.

I have no more energy in my fingers, I pull my hand away I can’t stop myself now my own pussy is on fire, over taken by the moment I suck and lick the sweet sticky thick cum from her labia, letting my tongue flow its sticky trail down to her tight asshole. She shivers and moans deeply as she feels my tongue flick over it.

‘Oh fuck’ she moans now totally spent slumped back in the now ruined office chair.

‘I’ve never cum like that, I mean I’ve never…’ Her voice trails off.

‘I’ve never done that, oh my god Lou you made me cum harder than I’ve ever done, I squirted over you, oh my god’ Lizette lay back in her chair a dreamy and very satisfied look on her face.

I lean forward again and slowly kiss and lick the remaining cum from her pussy, relishing its thick sweet taste, my tongue flicks over her still swollen clit and Lizette’s whole body shivers to my touch.

‘Oh fuck me, Louise where have you been all my life, I can’t begin to…’ once again her voice trailed off as she basks in the fully afterglow of what has just happened.

I look up from between her legs, my lips and chin dripping with her cum, shakily I unwrap my legs from her chair and slowly get up off the floor. I look down at the scene of sexual carnage I’ve created, Lizette sat back her legs still draped over the arms of her chair, her soaking wet pussy spread wide for all to see. Her eyes closed and the most contented look on her face.

Then I look down at my own figure, my nipples hard and proudly pushing against the thin material of my T-shirt, which is now soaking wet with a mixture of Lizette’s cum and my own lustful sweat. My green shorts with a dark damp patch at my crotch, I run my hands through my hair sweeping the strands of my bob cut up away from my face. My own fingers adding to the wetness from Lizette’s which have already matted it in places.

I bend forwards feeling my nipples tingle as the material of my T-shirt moves over them, Lizette opens her eyes and pulls me down to her. She kisses me urgently and greedily starts to lick her cum from my face, we kiss again more softly, sensually our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She cups my face and I feel her still trembling after her orgasm.

She moves her hands down I feel their warmth as she brushes my nipples through the T-shirt. I straighten and she looks at me sticky, sweaty, horny and aching for her to fuck me.

‘Well, Louise you look Hot and Bothered and what’s happened here’ she reaches out and pushes her hand against my aching pussy, I feel her thumb as she rubs my clit through the soaking material. My legs trembling with excitement at her touch.

‘This won’t do’

‘No this won’t do at all we need to get you out of these wet things’ she says in a husky voice.

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I had never spent half a concert watching a friend eat out another woman. Did the whole come to more than the sum of the parts, or did each detract from the other? After Ekaterina had orgasmed for the third time, Emm was allowed to take her seat next to her new Mistress. Her face, marked as it was by the evidence of Ekaterina’s passion, glowed with an inner satisfaction. I realised that Emm had found her way to harbour. The storm of the last days had ended. However strange it seemed to me, this new state was the submissive Nirvana Emm had always sought.

Happy as I was for her, I kept a wary eye on Ivana, who clearly had an itch she wanted me to scratch. She had her hand on my thigh, and several times slid it up my skirt. Before my sudden passion for Sarah, I should have been only too happy to have obliged; now I declined. It came to me that the storm of the last days had brought me, too, to my safe haven. What did they say, “marry in haste and repent at leisure?” We would have to see. In any event, I kept my panties on!

As the audience rose in acclamation. I swiftly explained to Ekaterina that I had a post-concert party to attend, with my girlfriend. She seemed cool. ‘Just be finished by two when my helicopter flies back to London. You and your girl can have a lift.’

That was, I later learned, typical of her. An imperiousness combined with an instinct to help, was one of her distinguishing characteristics. Ivana took my phone and typed in the number I would need. I looked at Emm, her make-up smeared by her earlier activities, smelling strongly of Oligarch, but smiling blissfully.

‘Please come, tiny tits.’

She was only that direct when aroused. I could see that Ekaterina was all she had desired. I kissed her. I could taste Ekaterina, who smiled.

I dashed back to the studio, where Sarah was packing her things.

‘All okay, darling? You look flustered.’

She kissed me.

‘You taste of cunt. What have you been up to, you little tart?’

Protesting my innocence, I explained what had happened.

‘Fuck, escort bayan Pixie, I leave you for an hour and you end up shagging some Oligarch.’

When I protested that was not fair, she laughed, said she knew but could not resist teasing me, and hugged me. She called me her little tartlet, and dragged me off the the party.

As the series had been a huge success, everyone, even the Maestro, was in high good humour. We toasted him, the Ensemble, and the crew. He thanked Sarah for her incisive comments, and then, to my surprise, proposed a toast to her and myself, ‘ The happy couple.’

The second violinist, whom I had noticed lingering close to Sophie, looked pissed off, and I could see her muttering to her neighbour. There are times when being able to lip-read is not a good thing, and this was one, as I caught the words:

‘Fucking midget, what does she see in her?’

Well, I let Sarah reply to the toast, accustomed as she was to public speaking, and cuddled up with her afterwards.

About one o’clock, with the party beginning to die down, I asked Sarah if she fancied flying back; she did.

I phoned the number. Ivana said a car would collect us at one forty-five.

It took me no time to pack; I never would get to sleep in that bed.

I settled the bill. The Receptionist smiled, ‘The Chambermaid says to thank you for being her easiest guest.’

At that moment, with me blushing, Sarah hove into view, and as her bill was settled by the BBC, she was ready in a jiffy.

‘I saw that blush. What happened, did you leave your dildo behind?’

Laughing, I made her giggle when I told her about the bed I had never slept in. As I turned, hand in had with her, I realised that there was something I had left behind, forever, and that was my old, rather lonely self. I squeezed Sarah’s hand, and we smiled at each other in that annoying way loved-up couples do; at least it had annoyed me, but now I was half of one, it felt different.

A tall uniformed Chauffeuse strode into the Reception area.

‘Miss görükle escort Poppet?’

I nodded, Sarah giggled again.

‘Come with me.’

We did.

We held hands in the back of the Merc.

After about ten minutes we were at a private helipad.

Our bags were ferried to the helicopter. Inside were Ivana, Emm and Ekaterina. I introduced Sarah, who seemed to go down well; I gripped her hand tightly. She smiled, and squeezed back, reassuringly.

The flight was smooth, and relatively short. Within the hour we landed on the roof of a tall tower block. Our bags were ferried off, and we were shown into a luxurious suite.

Ekaterina held the floor.

‘You will all sleep. But first a ceremony. Ivana, the instrument.’

Ivana brought a rod and a container.

‘Emm, all fours, panties down, ass up.’

Ekaterina and Ivana had never seen Emm’s peach-like bum, and were duly impressed. Emm was in a trance, her eyes shining. She lowered her silk panties, bent as instructed, and her ass looked perfect.

Ekaterina was handed a packet by Ivana and drew from it a golden object. It was a butt-plug with an diamond tip, on the head was an “E.” Ivana parted Emm’s ass-cheeks and then spat on Emm’s asshole; we were invited to join in, and did so. With Emm’s ass lubed by copious dollops of saliva, Ekaterina thrust the plug into Emm, who moaned. Ekaterina smiled:

‘Now, slut, you are mine. I shall have that brand removed and replaced with one of my devising. Kiss my feet.’

Emm shuffled round, and from behind I could see her cunt was glistening. As she licked the expensive leather of the Oligarch’s shoes, she grew wetter. Ivana pulled aside her skirt to reveal an enormous strap-on, she she proceeded to plunge into Emm as she licked the shoes.

Sarah gripped my hand, as I did hers.

Ivana’s eyes were wide with lust.

Emm’s head was on the floor, her haunches raised. As Ivana slammed into her, Ekaterina issued a command:

‘Cum, slut!’

Emm bursa elit escort came, copiously, lost in the fulfilment of her dream.

Ekaterina pulled away as Ivana pulled out.

‘Panties up and clean the strappy.’

Emm pulled them up, then crawled to Ivana purring.

‘Thank you, Mistress.’

She proceeded to clean the girl-cock.

Ekaterina smiled.

‘You are with me tonight.’

She left us with Ivana, who was clearly very aroused.

‘I don’t suppose?’ She began.

‘You don’t suppose right,’ I replied. I wanted only Sarah.

Ivana had a maid show us to our room. It was equipped with all we could want. But we wanted only each other.

Exhausted, we stripped and cuddled up in bed.

‘Fuck, Pixie, that was hot, make me cum.’

Always willing to oblige, I dived between her thighs, and began to pleasure her.

Her cunt was already aroused. I nibbled along each swollen lip, licking the sensitive spot between thigh and lip, before tonguing her wet hole. Sliding my tongue through her petals to penetration, my nose rubbed against her clit. I lapped at her, long and slow. I felt her hands on my hair, as she pushed me into her cunt. I knew her urgency. I pushed her clit back, then sucked it forward, sliding three fingers into her wetness. As I tapped that special spot, my teeth grazed her swollen clit. I felt her tense. My fingers were gripped by her cunt. She soaked my face as she came.

She pulled me up.

‘You know just what I need. Do you need, baby?’

‘I need just you, and sleep.’

It was true, and as we cuddled up, her warm body next to mine, her heartbeat steadying as she drifted into a deep sleep, I reflected on the events of the past few days.

Emm’s “dream,” and indeed her wildest fantasies, had come to pass, and I had seen from her eyes that she was not only deep in subspace with Ekaterina, but that another emotion was involved; Emm had fallen for Ekaterina.

As I wondered how she could do that so quickly, I smiled at my own unconscious hypocrisy. Who was I to talk? For the past few days I’d behaved like a total slut. The thought made me blush and made me wet, but I saw now that it was like one of those summer storms, violent and noisy; now it was gone. As my eyes closed, I reached out and touched my darling. Home safe!

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Author’s note: So I haven’t done creative writing in a while – and I’ve never done creative writing about sex so bear with me here! Also I totally wrote this with the help of my vibrator so .. I hope everything is copacetic here. I didn’t even re-read it. LOL.

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I want to rent a nice hotel room somewhere in town. I’ll let you know when to meet me there and leave a keycard at the front desk for you. When you arrive the first thing you’ll notice is that the lights are off and the room is lit by vanilla scented candles with a few rose scented candles as well.

Music is playing quite softly. It’s barely audible, but there. A subtle presence complimenting the scents of roses and vanilla. It’s downtempo and classical, a non-intrusive piano with little other accompaniment.

It doesn’t take too long for you to notice something else – the smell of pizza. Oregano, rosemary, garlic and onion, hot cheese, your favorite toppings .. it all wafts through the room from a box on the table. You smile and shut the door behind you quietly.

There is light coming from the bathroom where the door is barely ajar. You know I’m in there. You take the time to grab a slice of pizza and pour yourself a glass of wine from the bottle sitting in a bucket of ice just behind the pizza. You’re like pretty hungry I imagine. After this you stroll to the bathroom door with wine in one hand and pizza in the other then nudge it open with your foot.

As predicted – I am there! In the tub, totally covered up to my collarbone in mountains of bubbles, and also eating pizza. I smile – of course I smile, and I set the crust down on the edge of the tub. I sink down in the water until it’s at the bridge of my nose but you can see that I’m still smiling from the wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. You can also see that I’m blushing quite a lot. I seem to be, all at once, shy and obviously wanting. Also very, very playful.

In comic fashion I arch a single eyebrow. It isn’t truly seductive as much as it is ironically seductive. I don’t need to say anything because we both know we’re going to bang like bonobos tonight. Saying anything is ill-advised. Everything I have to say about seduction is corny and crass and better suited for the lyrics of a song by the Bloodhound Gang. I’m trying to be romantic as much as possible. I stay silent and blow a few bubbles. So sexy.

You laugh and sit on the floor across from me to eat your pizza. You’re trying to hide it but you’re blushing too. Yes, we are definitely going to bang like bonobos tonight.

I move to the edge of the tub and I can’t take my eyes off of you. Why does the way you eat pizza turn me on? Why does everything you do turn me on? I could philosophize extensively about that but you’re done with the pizza and taking your clothes off. My eyes widen in an inaudible expression of “yay!”

You take your shirt off and catch my eyes again. You lean over the tub, shirtless and bra-less, to give me a kiss. All pretense of being shy abandoned, I’m holding myself up out of the water and meeting you as you bend over. My hands are braced against the edge of the tub. It’s a long kiss – the kind of kiss that makes you want to suffocate a little so it doesn’t end.

It ends when I feel your hand groping my right breasts suddenly. At first I squeak. I’m surprised. You smile and I moan. I’m still trying to get closer to you bursa escort and I might fall out of the tub. You hold on, and rub your thumb over my nipple. My affinity for sports bras hides the fact that I actually have c-cups and they are the perfect handful. You play with me for a moment, smiling into my cheek as you listen to the way my breathing hitches with lust.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day .. ” You say and to that I say, “hashtag same.”

You laugh again and pull away but I grab you by the hips. I start undoing your belt and I pull your pants down – fast. I’m very, very fast. I start on your underwear but you still my hands. I look up and you’re smiling down at me – at how much I want this. I find I’m smiling too, and blushing again. I sink back into the bubbles to hide from your teasing looks as you remove the rest of your clothes.

I rest the back of my head against the porcelain and slip my hand between my legs. I’m so turned on. I’ve been turned on for a while now but it’s completely sublime and overwhelming with you this close. I’m wet. The water does little to mask that I am very, very physically wanting. I want to be a showman so I begin to move my hand back and forth, stirring up how I feel. My breathing gets harder and … I close my eyes, open my mouth and I moan so loudly. It is so honest about how much I crave you right now.

You basically crash into the water above me. Your hands are on my shoulders. Your knees are by my hips. Water splashes out of the tub along with a lot of the bubbles. You settle back and sit on my thighs. My knuckles graze the cleft between your legs and even from such a slight touch I can tell you are just as physically wanting as me.

I open my eyes and my hand stills. I’m looking you in the eyes. I moan again, but it is caught in my throat. This time it was unintentional. My hips strain upward. There’s a moment of tense silence. The look on your faces seems to convey a calculating question that you’re posing to yourself – “where do I begin” I am not nearly as composed.

“Come here?” I plead. You lean forward, bringing your face near to mine.

I reach up from the water and place my hands at the back of your neck – pulling you towards me but very gently. I’m trying not to start begging so quickly but I was already very worked up when you got here. You acquiesce and kiss me. Your hand goes to my breast again. The other arm slips behind my neck. I love the feeling of you on me, holding me, groping me, kissing me .. The noises that I make are happy and chipper at first but then all of your motions slow down. I start moaning in need again – totally breathless and still preferring more of you to oxygen.

You pull away from kissing me to put your mouth near my ear. “Tell me what you need.” You’re still massaging my breasts. I’m still moaning. I forget words. The inflection in my voice becomes even more needy as I process that I should probably respond to what you’ve said. You start whispering suggestions in my ear as your hand releases my breast and goes between my legs. You start stroking my clitoris as you tell me everything you want to do to me. There are some amazing options proposed yet none of this is helping me to find words. You bite my earlobe. I’m speechless still.

Your fingers linger and still, tensed against me for what you’re sure I’m going to say. “Please, please, bursa escort bayan please … ” I discover a word. Just one. You shake your head. “Please Brittany.” I can feel you smile against my cheek and lick my neck but you’re still not giving me what I want. What I need. You lay on top of me in the water for a long moment while I catch my breath. I’m still straining against your fingers to try to get what I can’t figure out how to ask for.

You’re talking again – this time in calmer, dulcet tones. You tell me how pretty I sound, and so many other lovely things that you think of me. I’m so incredibly blissful and wanting, and it takes a moment but I find the words. My hands are still on the back of your neck, holding you close. Your ear is near to my mouth.

“Fuck me please. Please put your fingers inside me. Please, please fuck me hard and make me come. I need you Brittany.”

You became quiet when I started talking and now you’re kissing against my neck. You kiss my cheek. You rise up a little and look me in the eyes. The absolute love there is completely overwhelming to me and I have to close my eyes. My hips strain again and I’m mumbling, “please”

Two fingers slide into me easily. I sigh with relief. I feel kisses on my eyelids as you start to move your hand to and fro. My jaw tenses and I’m silent. I move my hips. The only sound I make is the breath that moves through my nostrils. You’re starting a steady, slow rhythm that I savor intensely. I may not be moaning but there is absolute rapture written across my features. I can feel your breath on my face. The thought that you are right there – staring at me intently and studying my expression makes me shiver. There’s a corresponding contraction in the musculature of my pussy. You hold your fingers in deep in response, and don’t withdraw.

I feel you move. I feel your mouth at my neck. You lick along my jaw and I extend my neck. You start sucking at the skin there – bursting the tiny blood vessels there to form a hicky. I moan but again it doesn’t really come out. It gets caught in my throat. You press in deeper with your hand and there’s another similar noise. You bite my neck and my mouth pops open. The sounds escape again. Your hand starts moving again – this time faster.

I’m panting and emitting tiny moans with every inward thrust. They’re limited in volume by the fact that my breathing is so shallow and rapid. I’m quickly losing control of my body. You bite down harder. I yell – “oh my god! Oh my, oh my, oh, oh, oh .. ” You’re listening to encourage my continual vocalization. You love hearing it.

“There you go ..” You whisper in my ear in a husky voice filled with lust and more than that – possessiveness. I’m lost in the feeling that everything you are doing to me, inciting in me – it’s such evidence of how much I belong to you. I love to lose control of myself to you like this. I’m so overwhelmed.

You’re fucking me in earnest now. You push your fingers in and out. There is less and less resistance to the penetration as my body opens up to you. I’m falling silent again as I become breathless. I feel like you are driving the air from me and that I don’t even have the power to reclaim it on the inhale. You’re not okay with the silence.

You manage to slip in a fourth finger and you have your thumb on my clit. You’re kissing bursa merkez escort my neck and speaking to me more. You slow your hand and curl the fingers inside of me. “Come on babe, come on” I let out a long groan that picks up at the end in time with a particularly inundating thrust to reward the noise. “Good girl,” you murmur sweetly and still your hand entirely.

My eyes open and just like that I’m looking at you. I moan softly, involuntarily. “Brittany?” I ask. Your curling fingers are just feeling at the inside of me and when I move my hips the sensation is incredible. I’m on a divine plateau. “Brittany?” I ask again, and you lean in close. I close my eyes.

“Tell .. me .. what .. you .. need .. ” You move very, very slowly as you speak. I feel your other hand shifting behind me. Your fingers play with my hair at the base of my neck. “Oh, oh, oh ..” I’m murmuring constantly, without words again. You’re waiting. You’re patient, and you have almost a sympathetic look on your face. Your thumb is constantly rotating over my clit. The look of sympathy fades away and is replaced by one of studied determination. You start to periodically increase and decrease your speed – toying with me on this plateau. You continue this for several minutes. My moaning is quiet but constant.

“Baby?”

“Uh?”

“Tell me.”

You stop moving entirely with your thumb resting on my clit. My hips jerk in protest. I’m panting. I open my eyes and I can see you smiling. I am absolutely devastated from the stimulation and I stare upward with glossy eyes and an absolute look of dumb lust.

“Please Brittany ..”

“Yes?” A small thrust that makes me jerk and moan.

“Make me, make me,” I find it hard to complete the sentence.

“Close enough!” You declare and grasp my hair. You pull my head back and bring your mouth to my neck again while you resume absolutely fucking me.

“- Come! I’m gonna come! Oh my god!” I’m yelling now. You’re biting and sucking. You move your mouth to my breasts while keeping my head held tight where it is by the hair. Your nails dig into my scalp while your teeth dig into the flesh of my breasts. You keep your fingers crooked and your thumb on my clit while you pump in and out. There are tremors running through my body. My hips are jerking. I feel like I’m losing my mind with pleasure, and I’m panicking. You’re holding me there. Everything you do holds me there – underneath you, forced to feel what I need.

My legs try to shut but you crook your feet to the inside of the calves and keep them against the sides of the tub. I am so completely inundated with sensations that I try to block them out. I love it, I love it so much but I can’t help but try not to come. I’m tensing up so much, and my hips are bucking. You keep fucking me harder and faster. Your hips are moving too. You bite hard on my breast to try to make me come but it doesn’t work. Your hand is getting sore and you are getting desperate.

You start talking to me again. “Come on, come on baby. Come on, let go. Just let go. Let go.” And I do. I gasp. I bring in so much air. You pull my head against your neck as my mouth opens to scream while a massive orgasm takes me over. I bite into your shoulder and you gasp. “Uh uh uh” I’m still trembling, whimpering even, as it leaves me. I removed my teeth from your shoulder. Your hand eases my head back to the edge of the tub. You sit up and massage yourself where I bit you. I lay there as limp as a ragdoll and I try to catch my breath. You quickly come back down to me and wrap both of your arms around me protectively. Blindly I wrap my arms around you too.

“I love you” is murmured back and forth.

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I get home and you are walking around with a sly grin on your face. We have plans to go out to dinner and you have my clothes laid out and tell me that I need to hurry and get cleaned up. I quickly get a shower and get dressed for us to leave.

On our way to the restaurant you keep rubbing your breasts and making your nipples hard. I keep thinking about how much I want to kiss them as you slide your hand over them. When we get to the restaurant your nipples are standing out and look like they need to be kissed. We walk in and every man in the place it looking at your nipples. The waitress shows us to our table and we sit down across from each other at a small table.

As we sit at the table you continue to rub your breast and drive me crazy with desire. You lean over the table and whisper to me that you are wet and want to play with yourself. I watch as you move your hand into your lap and I see your arm move as you rub yourself. All I can do is sit there and watch you as you rub your clit in the restaurant.

The waitress comes with our drinks and I order for us both as you are sitting there rubbing yourself. When the waitress leaves the table you start rubbing your clit harder. I can see you tensing your body and shaking as you bite your arm to keep quiet. Your orgasm rolls through you like an ocean wave.

Just as you are settling down from your orgasm the waitress brings our dinner. She leans down and whispers in your ear and you both giggle as she walks away. You lean over the table and tell me she has always wished she had the nerve to do what you had done. The waitress comes sarışın porno back to the table often after that and each time you whisper to each other.

We finish our dinner and are heading home and you remove your top and continue to play with your nipples. You have me going crazy with desire and you know what will be waiting when we get home.

By the time we get home you are naked and masturbating again. We pull in and you are close to another orgasm when I stop you and get you out of the car. Leading you in the house nude you keep rubbing your fingers on your clit. You go straight to the bedroom and lie down on the bed still rubbing your clit.

I get in there and I pull your hands away from your pussy and put the restraints on your wrists. Then I restrain your ankles and make sure you are not able to move. I move up over top of you and kiss you passionately. Kissing you softly I kiss your neck and down to your breasts. Kissing your breasts I tenderly kiss your nipples and feel them getting harder. Wrapping my lips around them I gently suck and lightly bite them. Moving on down your stomach I kiss you softly and slide my tongue around your bellybutton. My fingers softly trace the lips of your pussy as I kiss closer to your clit.

You are pulling at the restraints as I kiss around your pussy and softly slide my hands up and down your legs. Softly I kiss up and down the inside of your thighs kissing up to the edge of your pussy. You pull at the restraints trying to get me to kiss your pussy but I refuse to touch it.

As I am kissing your thighs sex hikayeleri I hear someone at the door so I put my robe on and go see who it is. I leave you tied to the bed wanting to be touched. I open the door and it is the waitress we had at the restaurant so I invite her in and ask her if I can help her. She tells me that you invited her to join us and says she was scared at first but decided if you had the courage to masturbate in the restaurant she could get the courage to join us.

I lead her to the bed room and she sees you tied to the bed. I help her undress and then get onto the bed.

She gets between your legs and starts to lean down to kiss your pussy. I stop her and tell her that you are not allowed to be touched yet.

I have her get on top of you and put her pussy in your face. You start sliding your tongue up and down her lips as I have her kiss my erection. She wraps her lips around my erection and slowly slides her mouth down onto it. She is trembling from the excitement as she rubs her clit on your tongue and gently sucks my erection. As she rubs herself harder on your tongue she slides her mouth up and down on my erection faster. She begins to shake causing me to lose control and we erupt in a wonderful orgasm.

Having her lie down beside you I kiss her tenderly then softly kiss down to her breasts. You pull harder at your restraints as you see me kissing down her body. You tell me that you should get to cum but I continue to kiss breasts and gently suck her nipples. Slowly I kiss on down her stomach to her pussy and softly slide şişman porno my tongue up and down her lips. Brushing over her clit I slide my tongue back down pushing between her lips.

I tell her she can play with your nipples as I rub her clit with my tongue. She pulls on your nipples as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck it gently. Turning her head she starts kissing your breast and sucking your nipple. I suck her clit harder and slide my fingers inside her. I slowly move them in and out of her as I suck harder on her clit. She starts shaking and as she bites your nipple and her orgasm moves through her body.

Moving over between your legs I softly kiss around your pussy and you beg me to let you cum. I gently brush my tongue over your clit as she is sucking your nipples. Feeling your clit swell I wrap my lips around it and gently suck it. Sliding my fingers inside you I move them in and out slowly as I suck your clit harder. I see her biting and pulling your nipples with her teeth as I suck hard on your clit. You start shaking and pulling at your restraints as your intense orgasm thunders through your body.

We release you from the restraints and you move between her legs and softly kiss her. Slowly you kiss down to her breasts and wrap your lips around her nipples sucking them gently. You kiss on down to her pussy and slide your tongue up and down it. You brush over her clit with your tongue as I move up behind you. Slowly I push my erection into you from behind as you rub her clit with your tongue. As I push inside you I spank your ass pushing you hard against her clit. Each time I push inside you I spank your ass harder as you suck her clit. We all start to shake and we explode in a magnificent orgasm. We collapse on the bed and kiss each other passionately. Holding each other she says it was the best time she ever had and hopes that she can join us again.

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