One women and boy erotic story

One women and boy erotic story

I sat on the window seat looking out at the pouring rain streaking the window. The gray day was totally in keeping with the way I felt and had felt, mostly, during the two years since my husband, Richard, died from a stroke, suddenly, without warning, one moment alive, the next dead.

My name is Diana Hart, I'm 45 years old and a widow, as I've already mentioned. I'm a large woman, with big breasts, but far from fat, and am considered good looking. I have one daughter, Susie, who is 21 and attends college in a small town about two hours from here.

A car pulled into the driveway, windshield wipers flashing. I recognized it immediately as Susie's, and she had someone with her. Now who could that be?

Susie and her passenger dashed for the door and threw it open, laughing, giggling and splashing water all over the hall floor.

"Hi Mom," she gasped, "I've brought a friend home for lunch. That okay?"

"Just fine, Susie, no problem at all." I replied as I embraced my daughter, who had already removed her wet coat.

"Mom, this is Jenny, she's my new roommate, just arrived this week. She's the same age as me." exclaimed Susie as she pulled her friend forward. "Jenny, this is my mom."

Jenny stepped forward and I was immediately stunned by not only her beauty but by an aura of sexuality that surrounded her. This was surely the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and I felt a stirring in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. "Jenny, you're very, very welcome, it's so nice to meet you," I stammered, "come on in and make yourself comfortable."

"So nice to meet you too," replied Jenny in a husky voice, "Susie's been telling me all about you, but she didn't tell me you were so beautiful."

"Thank you, Jenny," I answered, blushing furiously, "that's really nice of you to say so, even if it is an enormous exaggeration. You, however, are gorgeous."

I led Jenny to the living room and seated her on the sofa across from me.

"I'll make us some coffee," said Susie, "while you two get to know each other. As Jenny's my roommate, you'll probably be seeing a lot of her."

Unfortunately not as much as I'd like, I thought to myself as I replied. "I'd like that, I'd like that very much." and studied this beautiful girl sitting on the sofa opposite me. Her hair was blonde and hung below her shoulders, encircling a lovely, oval face. She wasn't very tall I remember from her arrival, about 5'1 or 5'2 I'd guessed, a beautifully proportioned, petite body, small, firm breasts with long pointed nipples thrusting against her white cotton top. Her beauty was having an amazing and incredible effect on me and the more I looked, the more I felt my juices pooling in my panties.

"Do I meet with your approval?" asked Jenny gently.

"Oh I'm so sorry," I spluttered, blushing furiously, "that was so terribly rude of me, Jenny. Please forgive me, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Please don't be," said Jenny, reaching across the coffee table and taking my hands, "I was watching you too and like what I see. Very much. But you must be used to being looked at, you are such a beautiful woman."

"No, it's not something I'm used to. I'm just a middle-aged widow who leads a very boring life. Seeing you is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a long time. Oh my, doesn't that sound terrible!"

At that point, Susie entered the room with a tray of coffees and noticed Jenny and I holding hands. "Hey, you're getting to know each other," she said with enthusiasm, "I'm so glad."

We had a very pleasant afternoon chatting, exchanging stories, laughing a lot, until Susie looked at her watch and said "Time to go, Jenny, I've got a class in just over two hours." She and Jenny put their coats on and prepared to go back out into the miserable weather.

"Bye Mom, thanks for the coffee. Great to see you again. See ya later" said Susie and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Hart, it was lovely to meet you." said Jenny and kissed me as well, at the corner of my mouth.

"It's Diana, Jenny and you're welcome here any time at all. I mean it, any time at all."

Life went on as it had, slowly, boringly until, late one Friday afternoon a couple of weeks after Susie and Jenny's visit, I was back sitting on the window seat, looking out at the seemingly never-ending rain and cold when a car I didn't recognize pulled into the driveway. There was a knock on the door and when I opened it, a bedraggled Jenny was standing there.

"Hello Diana, may I come in please?"

"Jenny dear, of course you can! Come in out of that miserable weather. How lovely to see you again."

She entered, removed her dripping coat and boots and stood in the hallway dressed in a short white skirt and tight t-shirt, shivering,

"Oh Jenny, come here." I said, enfolding her in my arms and rubbing her back to warm her. She was short, coming only up to my chin.

"Come with me." I said, took her by the hand, led her into the living room and seated her on the rug in front of the blazing fire, knelt down behind her and rubbed her shoulders to help warm her up.

"What on earth are you doing out on a day like this? It's horrible out there."

"I came to pay you a visit, Diana." she replied, still shivering. "I didn't realize it was going to be this bad when I left, but I would have come anyway."

"You silly girl," I said "you really shouldn't have come out in this, but I'm very glad to see you." and gave Jenny a big hug.

Jenny leaned back into my embrace and whispered "This feels so nice, Diana, I'm warming up quickly now, but please don't let go," and gripped my encircling arms, kissing the back of my hands.

We sat there for a while, the only light coming from the flickering firelight, enjoying the warmth and closeness. I didn't remember when I'd felt this good over the last two years and wondered if Jenny was feeling good too.

"I think we should eat something, Jenny, " I whispered. "I was going to have a salad. Will you share it with me?"

"I'd love to Diana, can I come and help?"

"Sure, honey." I replied and we headed for the kitchen where we made and ate the salad, together with a bottle of wine.

We cleaned up, put the dishes in the dishwasher and I turned to Jenny. "Jenny, you're staying here tonight. I'm not letting you drive back in this weather, and especially after that much wine. Not a chance!"

This suited Jenny just fine as it had been her intention from the beginning to spend the night. She had no classes on the following day, or Sunday, so today seemed like the ideal opportunity to come. She had become totally infatuated with Diana since their meeting, wanted to spend time with her but had waited a couple of weeks to come back, though the waiting had been extremely difficult.

I set up a bed for Jenny in the spare room and we both sat in the living room, sitting on the sofa, my arms around her, loving the sweet, clean smell of her hair, watching the fire and as we were so comfortable together, we told each other the stories of our lives. It didn't take long before our eyes got heavy and our heads were nodding.

I shook myself awake, woke Jenny and said "Right young lady, time for bed. I'll show you the way," and led her to the bedroom. "Here you are, dear, and you have your own private bathroom."

"Thank you so much." said Jenny, rose on her toes and kissed me on the lips, which surprised me but I didn't let it show. "Good night, Diana, sleep tight."

We closed our doors and I undressed. I decided to put on my favorite sheer, silk negligee in tones of light blue and light gray. I slipped it over my head, the soft, smooth silk teasing my large, fat nipples until they stood straight out, tenting the negligee over each full breast. So sheer was the negligee that my large, brown areolas and the thatch of black, curly hair between my legs were clearly visible. I'd never shaved because Richard always said that he loved to bury his nose in my black curls as he licked and sucked my clitoris, something that we both loved.

I used my en suite bathroom and was on the point of climbing into bed when there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" I called.

"Can I have some towels, please, Diana? I think I'll have a shower.

"Oh I'm so sorry, Jenny, that's inexcusable of me." I replied, went to the door, opened it and there she was, in a white bra and g-string. As we stood there her eyes dropped to my oh-so-evident black thatch and widened. For my own part I couldn't help noticing the wet patch on the front of her g-string and wondered if her juices were flowing as much as were mine.

I stepped out of the room, walked to the linen closet and selected some towels. Oh yes, I did notice just how incredibly gorgeous Jenny was but this time tried not to be rude by staring! What a beautiful little thing she was. She took the towels, thanked me and as she walked away I watched the beautifully rounded, naked globes of her bottom jiggle in front of me. Oh my!

I returned to my own room, climbed between cool sheets, thinking of how beautiful she was, but it didn't take long for me to nod off into a deep sleep.

I awoke with a start. Someone was climbing into bed with me.

"Diana," came a whisper "It's me, Jenny. Can I climb in with you, I'm so cold? Please let me stay." begged Jenny and reached out to grasp my arm.

I felt Jenny's fingers on my arm and all resistance melted away. I opened my arms to my new friend who came to me, I felt her body against me. Jenny was naked, her skin so soft as my hands followed her contours.

She did feel cold, but she also felt wonderful, so I held her, caressed her, to warm her up. She moved under my hands with little pleasure-filled moans.

"Take it off, Diana, please take it off." Jenny whispered urgently and I must admit that It took very little persuasion for me to allow her to help me remove my negligee. As I lifted it over my head I felt her small hands cup my full, heavy breasts, pinch my big, hard nipples and I breathed in sharply.

Jenny kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing deeply into my mouth, meeting my own tongue thrusting back. Her hands were still touching my breasts, teasing my nipples, so I reached out to feel her small cone shaped breasts with their long pointed nipples, the first breasts, other than my own, that I had ever touched and they felt so very, very wonderful. She moaned in my mouth, again and again.

We were both on our knees, close together. She released one of my breasts and I felt a hand on the fur between my legs, the fingers probing until they found my slick, wet slit, caressing my clitoris, making me moan loudly in excitement, moving further, further, fingers probing into me then deep inside my body.

I reached out between Jenny's legs to find that she was smooth, no hair at all, her lips swollen, wet and slick. Her body quivered as I stroked and rubbed her. I did what I do to myself when I masturbate, which is fairly often, the only sexual outlet I have had since my Richard died two years ago. Until tonight, that is.

Jenny played me like a guitar. I was shaking, quivering, moaning, whining as her fingers slid in and out, driving me to distraction while I caressed her small, firm, wet body, rubbed her clitoris, felt her respond as I was responding.

We came simultaneously, cum flowing, spraying from our cunts, groaning, screaming, bucking, jolting, oh God, oh God, it had been been so long, so very, very long since I came. I was so happy that Jenny seemed to be experiencing the same pleasure that I was having.

We collapsed into each other's arms. I held Jenny's small body against mine, kissing her face, her eyes, her mouth, her neck. What was I doing? I had just made love, passionate love to a girl, a girl less than half my age and I had loved it, loved it, loved, loved, loved it, loved the feel of her, the sensation of her body pressed against mine, her breasts against my breasts, her hard, pointy nipples digging into my breasts.

Jenny pulled away from me. "I was your first woman, wasn't I?" she panted.

"Oh dear," I replied, "was it that obvious?"

"You were sweet, Diana." said Jenny smiling, climbed to her knees, straddled me and clasped and kneaded my my breasts, their nipples still hard. "You're such a beautiful woman, you drive me wild, have since I first saw you. Just look at these wonderful breasts, so big, so soft and your nipples are to die for. I just want to stroke them, caress them."

"You're very welcome," I gasped, loving the sensations flooding through me. I reached up and stroked Jenny's small breasts, felt her nipples grow under my fingers. "You know," I whispered, "I've never been with a woman until tonight, but the moment I saw you I knew absolutely that you excited the hell out of me and I couldn't wait to get my hands on you. My juices were flowing from the moment we met and I was so afraid that you would smell them pooling between my legs."

Jenny grinned and whispered "I did, and you smelled wonderful. You have no idea how hard I had to struggle to keep my hands off you."

I knew that I was blushing furiously, but was feeling so happy that I decided to take things to the next level. "Jenny, when I was married, my husband loved to go down on me, to lick and suck me. Will you let me do it to you so that I can find out what he liked so much? Please?"

Jenny looked at me, stroked my face, squirmed up my body and turned so that she was straddling my face.

I looked up at my first ever view of a cunt, wet, slick, distended lips, split apart, feathery inner lips hanging, waiting for my mouth, my tongue. It was so very, very, beautiful and I wanted it. I reached up, grasped Jenny's hips and pulled it down.

Jenny spread her knees and the wetness of her cunt descended to cover my nose and open mouth, filling both with her juices.

I was entranced with the experience, sucked the juices, swallowed. Now I knew what Richard loved so much. But wait, Jenny leaned forward, I felt hot breath on my own cunt, lips, a tongue, closing over my wet, slick slit, probing, sucking, just as I was doing. Oh God it felt so good, so very, very good, it had been so long. I turned my head a little, drew a breath, sought out and fond the hard little shaft of Jenny's clitoris, sucked it into my mouth, flicked it with my tongue, reveling in the fact that Jenny was doing the same to mine. Stomachs fluttered, pressure built, orgasm approached until suddenly, at the peak of sensation, dams broke, cum splashed, we coughed and spluttered, our faces running with liquid sex.

Jenny climbed off, turned, fell into my arms and gasped into my ear "So, lover, was that what you thought it was going to be?"

"No, dear," I panted back, "it was a thousand times better. I never in my life imagined doing anything like that and when you went down on me I thought I was going to explode. Wait, I did explode, but so did you." and we both giggled loudly. "Thank you so much, Jenny, I think that without you I'd never have experienced the joy of what we've just done. Thank you! I just hope I haven't disappointed you, my dear, that would break my heart."

Jenny took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue again plumbing the depths of my mouth then replied. "Dear Diana, you couldn't disappoint me if you tried. I knew from the first time I saw you that you were a very special person, that I simply had to get to know you and that you would play a big part in my life. I want to know everything about you and spend time with you. I want to enjoy your body and give you mine. May I? Please, Diana?"

"I've met you only twice," I whispered, "but I've become so very fond of you, Jenny dear, I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing you, not being with you, but have you thought about this? Not only am I a middle aged woman but we're going to have to be very, very careful. Susie is a dear, dear girl, a wonderful daughter and I love her dearly but I'd be prepared to bet that she wouldn't understand us. If she came in right now, this room positively reeks of sex. I love it and so do you, but she might not. It doesn't help that you share a room, but I'm sure we'll figure out a way."

We embraced, gently, lovingly. We were so different. I was a substantial, middle-aged woman she was a small, young woman, but they do say that opposites attract, so why shouldn't we be happy, at least for now. Happiness should be grabbed by the throat at every opportunity. There's not so much of it in the world that we could afford to ignore it when it's offered.

We fell asleep in each other's arms and woke rested in the early morning. My eyes opened and memories of the previous night came flooding back. I realized that I was happier than I had been in a very long time. Jenny muttered in her sleep and snuggled closer. This felt so good, the feeling of her skin against mine, that this beautiful little girl would want to be with me.

I disentangled from her warm body and relieved myself in my bathroom. When I returned, Jenny was on her back, legs spread, so I climbed between them, looked at the beautiful, smooth folds of her cunt lips. They were dry, needed moistening, so I lowered my mouth and slid my tongue along their length, the tip slipping into the slit between those beautiful lips. Her lips got wetter, swelled, split apart and began to provide their own moisture, more and more until they were wet and slick. Jenny's breathing became harsher, a hand touched the top of my head, her breathing changed to moans, building in intensity until I clamped my lips down on her clitoris and she arced off the bed, screaming, spilling cum as she exploded in a huge climax.

I licked her until she began to calm down, wormed my way up her body and looked into her face, my cum-smeared face breaking into a huge smile.

"Good morning, my darling! I whispered grinning down at her, "wake up sleepyhead"

"Oh God," she gasped, "I've created a monster!"

"And you're glad you did!" I whispered as she licked my face clean of her cum.

She finished and we lay side by side, close, looking at each other. "When did you know you liked women, Jenny?" I asked " and do you only like women?"

"I must have been 14 when I began to realize," she replied, " but it wasn't until I was 18 and actually went out with a boy that I knew for sure that I didn't like boys at all. Since then I've only been out with women, not that there have been that many."

"So what made you pick an old woman like me, my dear? I'm no catch for anyone?"

Jenny looked at me, her face crumbled and she began to cry, "I didn't 'pick' you, Diana, I just knew from the moment I first saw you that I wanted to become your friend and more than your friend. It was something over which I had no control. I saw you, I wanted you, it's as simple as that."

I folded her into my arms, kissed her eyes, kissed her tears, "I'm so sorry I questioned you, dear Jenny, you have no idea how happy I am to have you with me. Please forgive me."

She kissed me, her eyes sparkling, "I would forgive you anything, dear, anything at all." and we lay there, relaxed, happy, just looking and touching. "Tell me something about you, Diana. I would love to know more about you."

"My life has been relatively uninteresting, Jenny. I was actually born in this house then inherited it when my parents died. My husband, Richard, was my high school sweetheart. He's the only man I ever made love to in my life and we lived here together until he died two years ago. Susie, as you know, was born 21 years ago, and that's my life."

"No-one in the last two years?"

"No-one. I just didn't meet anyone who appealed to me. Until you, and that was totally unexpected." and I giggled. "If anyone had told me yesterday morning that I would be making love to another woman, and loving it, I would probably have fallen over laughing. Then you knock at my door and, if I'm being totally honest about this, I just couldn't wait to get into your panties."

 

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Lesbian Girls POrn E story

Lesbian Girls POrn E story

I was awoken by soft fingers touching my hair, my arms were stiff from being folded in front of me and holding my head; my neck hurt from the bent over position but it was immediately worth it. Looking up from my arms I saw Allie tentatively touching my hair, and then I felt awful. Her hand slid over my hair before I reached up and grabbed it, pulling it down to my cheek. She smiled slightly, before I broke down into tears, holding her hand to my cheek.

"What did you do Allie?" I whispered, sobbing into her hand before she reached over with her other, seeking my other cheek.

Taking her searching hand, I pulled both to my mouth, kissing her knuckles as tears clouded my vision.

Her voice cracked as she responded, "Fee, you can't do this, or I'll cry, and might get infection..."

I clasped her hands hard, trying to hold in the tears while she brushed her fingers over mine. My eyes searched over her face, seeing the small scratches on her cheek but most importantly, the wide white bandage holding cotton patches to her eyes, obscuring her vision and her stark eye color. I couldn't hold myself back anymore; I pushed down the rail on her bed and climbed gingerly in next to her. She looked confused at the sudden weight change on her bed, before realizing what I'd done and opening her arms out to me. My head sought her shoulder as I lay down with her, holding her arms as they trailed over me anew. Her fingers searched each part of my body and I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to her, touching but not seeing.

"I couldn't let it happen..." She muttered, her fingers finding my hair and clutching the short strands.

"You should have let the security deal with it," burying my nose into her shoulder and holding her upper arm tight as she held me.

"I won't let someone be blatantly homophobic in my club, and I especially won't allow them to hurt our customers,"

Stifling a sob I held her arm tighter and moved my head up slowly, my nose found her neck and I gently nuzzled her soft skin.

Earlier in the club a group of people had gotten a bit too drunk, apparently only a few of them were gay, but the others had agreed to coming to the club to check it out. The problem had started when one of the regulars had suggested dancing with one of the straight males who had come to the club. We are unsure if the accident would've occurred if the man wasn't as intoxicated as he was, but he became wildly agitated and tried to push the gay man aside and hit him. At that point Allison had noticed and tried to get between the pair. The intoxicated man only saw someone trying to get in the way, and he raised his fist, still holding his half empty glass if vodka and smashed it into Allison's face. All this happened before security could react, but by the time they got there people were restraining the intoxicated man, and Allison was being tended to, unconscious, by the bar staff. The doctors had warned me that the damaged wouldn't have been so bad if vodka hadn't been in the glass. She had glass in her eyes, not very much, but enough to cut her irises, and with the vodka, the damage was furthered.

I reached up and very gently stroked her bandages before burying my hand in her hair, looking up to her face. She sensed my eyes on her and tilted her head down, as she would have if she could still see me. Her lips were so close to mine I could feel her breath soft on mine. Tears slowly trailed down my cheeks as I gently touched her ear and hair. I leaned forward closing my eyes and pressed my lips softly to hers in a delicate soft kiss. She held my hair as her lips returned the soft pressure. Everything in the world faded away and it was just us and the kiss. Her hand slowly stroked my hair as I held her jaw softly, she smiled on my lips while kissing me and I froze. Suddenly I saw us from above, saw the loving expression that would be painted on her face, and the embrace we were in. Everything was locked into place in my head and I had to gasp against her lips. My eyes flung open and I saw her for the first time, really seeing her. Seeing her and how my soul sung for her. She looked confused at the sudden loss of contact, but still happy, and I knew this was different. I touched my lips back to hers and was transported away, my hand very gently cupping her jaw. We tenderly kissed, just holding each other with our lips softly clasped and molding together until we were interrupted by a throat clearing. Both of our heads snapped towards to sound, my cheeks burning red as the doctor stood in the doorway. She was smiling at us with her eyebrow raised, holding her clipboard to her chest.

"Allison Matthers?" She asked in an amused voice as I slid off the bed and down to my seat, my cheeks still burning with being caught.

"Yes, that's me," she answered in a soft voice, her hand reaching out to find my own.

I watched her searching for my hand, and couldn't help by smile. She was something different, that's for sure. I took her hand gently and watched her face breaking into a gentle smile, her thumb rolling over my hand. The doctor was surely still watching us, but I couldn't help but kiss the back of her hand.

"The good news is the surgeons were able to remove all the glass without extensive damage to your retinas, or eyes, but the bad news is you're going to have to wear that bandage for about a month, till the cuts heal and we make sure there is no substantial infection."

"So she won't be blind?" I blurted, holding Allie's hand to my lips. And I couldn't tell what I was crying for in that moment, I just was.

"No, she won't be blind... Er..." She looked at me, realizing she didn't know my name. I opened my mouth to respond, but Allison beat me to it.

"Felicity," she said softly, giving my hand a warm squeeze.

"Felicity," the doctor concluded, smiling at her chart, "you two make a lovely couple by the way."

"Oh, we aren't a couple," Allison said softly, her head dropping slightly trying to pull her hand away from mine very casually.

"Yet." I returned firmly, holding her hand close to me and reaching over to brush her hair from the bandage.

Allison remained silent until it became slightly uncomfortable and the doctor shuffled her papers.

"Now Allison, we will have to keep you here for a day or two, make sure everything's okay. But after that you will have to stay at home with a carer. Your parents?" The doctor asked, looking up from her clipboard at the end of the question.

"Uh, my parents died when I was younger," she answered timidly, once more trying to let go of my hand. I wasn't about to let go that easily.

"Oh. Who has been your guardian?" She asked, tilting her head slightly and dropping her clipboard to her side.

"My aunt and uncle; until last year when I moved out to live by myself."

"Well, for obvious reasons we can't let you go home alone, you need someone to look after you."

"I... don't think my aunt and uncle can look after me, and my grandmother lives down in Melbourne."

"And why can't you go with your Aunt, dear?" The young doctor asked innocently.

"They "disowned" me once they found out about my sexual preference." Allison said with a hard voice, looking away from both of us with her bandaged eyes.

The doctor stood awkwardly for a few moments before continuing, "I see... Well... Maybe you'll have to go to Melbourne for a vacation,"

"No," I said, startling them both and squeezing Allison's hand, "I'll look after her,"

Allison turned her head towards me and shook it sadly, her lips pulling down at the corners, "no, you have to work, and you have to look after yourself, I don't want to impose,"

"Allie, you can come into work with me, sit out the back and do... Whatever it is you like to do in your free time, plus I'm in all your TAFE classes, so I can easily bring you the work. It makes sense, and I won't leave you alone," I returned firmly.

"Okay... But we will stay at my place. It has more room and I know the layout so I won't bump into things if you step away for a few minutes,"

I smiled and nodded, "Sounds good to me,"

The doctor looked slightly moved then nodded and left the room, leaving me and Allie by ourselves once more. I heard the click of the lock as the door shut and smiled at the cheeky doctor. Allie just sat quietly on the bed; her head turned downwards, unseeingly watching her hands.

"What if I hurt you again, Fee?" She muttered quietly and sadly, before sniffling.

"Allison, you aren't allowed to cry, so stop that right now. And I know you won't hurt me again, I'm a big girl I can look after myself,"

She turned her body and curled up on the bed, facing away from me, so I moved up onto the bed behind her. Her body seemed a little stiff as I snuggled into her, classic spoon position and held her waist, but soon she sighed and relaxed into me. We lay there awake, with me holding her close and her stroking my arm softly till we both fell asleep.

I woke up with Allie's hair tickling my nose, her face tucked into my neck and shoulder delicately. My arms were around her and hers around me. Slowly reaching up I brushed the hair away so I could see her bandaged eyes and her cute mouth. I smiled and trailed my fingertips down her hair and cheek, pulling back only when she shifted. Allie seemed slightly panicked, rising up in the bed, and swinging her head around while recoiling from me.

"Allie, sweetie, calm down," I said gently, reaching up to stroke her shoulder and coax her back down.

She stopped looking around at the sound of my voice and smiled, easing back into the bed. Clearly she now remembered where we were and why. I guided her head back to my chest and smiled when she found her perfect fit. Once again we were interrupted by a knock on the door and I swung my legs out of bed to answer it. I looked down and realized I was still, embarrassingly, in my work uniform. Pulling open the door I saw the doctor from last night standing there and smiling.

"Have a good night?"

"Yes actually, I think we did," I replied before pausing, "I'm sorry doctor, I don't know your name,"

"Dr. Jones," she replied with a hint of a smile, "and no, not the one from the song,"

I snickered and opened the door while stepping aside, allowing her to walk to the bed. Allie was sitting up and looking towards us, half smiling. She was so adorable with her slightly messed hair and hospital gown, the smile tugging on her lips, that I could've kissed the life out of her right then and there. Dr Jones went about checking the machines and tubes around Allie, before lifting the gauze over her eyes. I got a small peek and gasped, falling back into the wall. Allie's normally pale eyes were almost pink, with small red lines scattered around. They were extremely bloodshot, and it made them look red and pink. Her eyes darted to me, and I saw the iris dilate, trying to focus on me as she squinted. The doctor replaced the bandages, gave Allie some pills and left, humming the song. I stayed leaning against the wall till Allie cleared her throat.

"That bad, huh?"

"No, love, not bad, just... It was a bit confronting, seeing you like that,"

Slowly I walked back to the bed and sat beside it, reaching out to take her hand. I sat with her as she told me about her childhood and how her parents died young in a car crash. She told me how she's been living by herself for a year and a half, knuckling down with her job to pay for rent and a car. I admired her will power and stroked her fingers softly as she spoke to me. We talked for a long time about things we enjoy and what we don't, just holding hands. Around 3 I could start counting her yawns and the minutes between them, and I knew she was struggling to keep awake.

"Allie, I'm going to let you get some rest while I go shower and get my stuff,"

"Oh... Okay..." She said, sounding disappointed but very tired.

"I'll be back, after I clean up, plus I have to come collect you tomorrow," I said softly, stroking her hair softly.

She nodded and instinctively leaned her head up. We naturally met together, our lips pressing, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, scripted. She smiled on my lips, and reached up to touch my cheek, holding me close. I held my hand into her pillow and deepened the kiss, slowly parting my lips with hers in time with each others. Allison touched her tongue to mine tentatively and I returned with touch with slow strokes. She moaned softly into my mouth before I drew back.

"See you soon, Allie, have some rest." She smiled and nodded at me.

I saw her reach over and grab something from the drawer before leaning over and pressing it into my hand. I felt the cool metal of her keys and looked down, confused.

"Take my car, the boss drove it over last night. It's parked in the patients lot, lot E,"

"Allie, I can't-" I started before she cut me off.

"You're gonna have to drive it tomorrow to take me home, seen as you'll be living there. Might as well just take it now," I nodded, and turned away to grab my bag.

"Goodnight Hun," I was sure she was asleep before I even closed the door, and I smiled at that. I had been blind to her this whole time, and now she was here before me. Leaning against the door I took a moment to just smile to myself before my phone buzzed in my pocket. I picked it up and pressed it to my ear before looking at the caller ID.

"FEE! Imsorryimsorryimsoooooosorry!" Sarah's frantic voice came down the line and I had to recoil, pulling the phone from my ear.

"Jesus," I muttered before returning the phone to my ear.

"Fee, I don't know what I was doing; he was charming and SO HOT! Oh em gee, but I didn't think and next moment I saw you in the door, and I'm so sorry I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know what you must think of me, but I never ever ever meant to do that to you Fee, I love you, I love you so much. I'm so so so so sorry..." She babbled into my ear and I couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"It's okay, Sarah,"

That made her pause, "It is?"

"Yes, it is." I held the phone to my ear and looked around before walking to the exit, "I do love you, Hun, but I know deep down you are well and truly straight. It never would've worked between us anyway, and I wasn't being honest with myself when I held onto you like I did. It was very selfish of me to expect you to return my feelings,"

She paused on the line, taking it all in before mutely replying, "Thank you, Fee. And pleassssse don't be mad at Drew, he's really upset."

"I don't think I'm even capable of being mad at Drew," I stopped in the car park before spotting the giant E and walking to it, "Look, I'll be okay and fine with both of you if we just don't talk or bring this up again. This goes for you and Drew. I don't want you two following me around apologizing and explaining. I don't want apologies or explanations, I just want normal. Okay?"

"Okay," she replied cheerily and said goodbye.

I heard the dial tone just as I found Allie's car, and climbed in. I dropped my bag on the passenger seat and slowly turned on the car, before fiddling with the cars stereo. It was very high tech, and had a small touch screen, connected to her iPod classic. I pressed "playlists" and saw a small list of things such as "car ride" and "party tracks" before coming across a playlist that said "Felicity". I clicked it and the car filled with "You got me by Colbie Calliat". I smiled and reversed, listening through song after song as I drove home. She had put many cute love songs in the list, and I couldn't help but smile like a dork as I pulled up in front of my apartment.

I showered and changed my clothes finally, and had some dinner. Cooking was never a strong point for me so I made myself some stir-fry and rice, making sure to make extra for Allie. I packed the left overs into a container with a fork and carried it into my room. Packing a bag of clothes, toiletries, my books for TAFE, my sketch book and my laptop with the food I locked up my apartment and then got back in Allie's car to go back to the hospital.

When I reached her room I smiled mischievously. I slowly opened the door, going as quietly as I could. She was awake on the bed, her head turned to the TV, without seeing it. I paused in my tracks and watched her before walking over and leaning in to kiss her cheek. She startled then smiled widely.

"I wondered when you would be back..."

"I told you I wouldn't be long," I said softly, "I brought you a present,"

Pulling the container out of my bag I sat in the chair beside her bed and dug out the fork. She looked interested, her covered eyes facing me. I stabbed a few vegetables and raised them up to her mouth.

"Open wide, Hun" she opened her mouth obediently and I fed her the forkful, watching as she chewed thoughtfully with a smile.

"So good..." She said after she finally swallowed, "the food here is horrible." Her nose scrunched up before she opened her mouth again and I laughed.

I fed her the entire container before putting it away. She lay down and turned to face me, curled up with her head on her pillow. I crossed my arms on the bed and placed my chin on my arms while I watched her. Her hand reached out slowly and landed on my arm, where she stroked slowly before working up to my hair.

"You're very beautiful," she muttered, her fingers working slowly through my hair.

"You are too, more so," I said, reaching up to take her hand and holding it in mine, kissing the back.

We both fell asleep, with her hand in mine and me in the chair and leaning on her bed. I was awoken by the soft musings of Doctor Jones as she checked on Allison's vital signs. She smiled at me as I rose and winked.

"Are you sure you aren't a couple?"

"Positive" my fingers brushed through Allison's flaming red hair as I responded. She shuffled a bit but remained asleep.

"You have to wake her up now anyway, I need to check on her eyes,"

Gently stroking her cheek I managed to rouse her, again she seemed slightly panicked when she woke up but it lasted less time. The realization struck me and I smacked my head, it was Monday, and that meant TAFE. I left Allison to get the rest of her checked up and went out into the hall to call the TAFE. Explaining the situation was easier then arranging what Allie and I could do. But it was decided that at the end of each day, for the 3 to 4 weeks Allie and I would go to TAFE, collect our work and then hand it in the day it was due. If we could manage to go to the facility in person, that was "strongly encouraged". With that completed I went back in just as Allie was putting on a tank top, dressed in skin tight jeans and the bandage around her eyes. Doctor Jones was awkwardly trying to help her dress.

"Allie I've arranged TAFE for us, we just need to collect our work at the end of each day, and she said we could hand it in as one piece, instead of you doing your own. She said if you could handle going there without sight, then she will talk with the professors to give special treatment," I said with a cheery smile, placing my phone in my pocket.

"I think I will be able to manage it, if I don't I will lose my mind sitting around all day," she said confidently.

Doctor Jones walked over and held out a clipboard with a few papers on it, "I checked her eyes and they are doing much better than anticipated. We should be able to take the bandages off, and wear sunglasses in light, in about a week. But it still will take about a month for them to completely heal, all in all. These are her discharge forms, fill them out and hand them to the receptionist whenever you're ready. Goodbye girls, I'll see you in a week,"

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Sexy Pussy Erotica story

Sexy Pussy Erotica story

Spent some time with a co-worker with her family in a cottage on the island a few summers ago. We had a great time, a lot of swimming and sun, the neighbors were nice and we were out and about almost every night or had people over. It was during one of those bright summer evening that it happened.

My co-worker, her husband and a few of neighbors sat at the large pine table; candlelight and a kerosene lamp cast a pleasant glow across the table and the meal we'd prepared.

Opposite me sat my colleague's eldest daughter, Linda. She was simply beautiful with her brown hair, blue eyes, small upturned nose and freckles.

I looked at her and sipped my wine; her eyes were so striking and glittered every time she laughed at something. Every now and then our eyes met across the table and we trade a small smile each time. We exchanged pleasantries and as i leaned closer, engrossed in conversation with her, my feet brushed hers under the table. Without a second thought, I stroked the arch of my foot teasingly against her calf. She smiled shyly but didn't pull away.

I felt that I was warm the body, not just the wine, or that we were so many in the room, there was something else too ...

The noise level was high and we laughed and joked, but under the table I pointed my what to Linda's smooth soft legs.

I could see how she swallowed, but pretended that nothing happened.

It went around in my head.

What was I doing?

How could I?

She was 19 years old, and I was almost twice her age...

I should know better...

Oh my God, I could be her mother...

But she was irresistible; her gently rounded breasts that stood out through the white tank top that exposed her flat, tanned stomach. I cast a fleeting glance at her face again and found her watching me closely. She moistened her full lips with the tip of her tongue; i nearly gulped the rest of my wine as I tried to keep my nerves under control.

Our eyes met again, and now I felt a familiar tingling sensation in my body. We continued our covert flirting under the table throughout dinner. I felt the emotions rise in me, feelings that I should not have had for her, but I knew that I wanted her and I would have her.

The night passed and the guests began to break up in order to go to their homes that were within walking distance. It was just the elderly couple who remained. My colleague refused to let the man get into the car, but insisted that they would spend the night to go tomorrow.

"No problem," I heard myself say, "I can share a bed with Linda, so you can take my bed ..."

My colleague asked if it was really ok for me and I said it would probably be fine.

I glanced at Linda as she sat with one curled under her bottom and the other dangling off the sofa; she took a few sips of wine glass, but didn't interject.

Linda was already in bed when I tiptoed into her room, I closed the door. Outside the window, it was dark and I could hear the sound from the others in her family.

For a moment I hesitated, but then I crawled into bed beside her.

She lay on her side with her back to me, her hair was so soft and she smelled good.

I let my lips brush against her neck, her skin was so smooth, so warm and she smelled of sun-warmed woman.

"Turn around," I whispered to her and she did as I asked.

We lay still for a moment, her hand resting on my hip; she seemed a bit unsure of what she would do.

My lips brushed against hers, so Linda's lips sought mine and we touched each other's lips.

It's wonderful to kiss a girl's soft little wet lips. Her tongue met mine and we kissed.

For a second I thought of her mother and father, what would they say if they knew?

We lay it for a while. Cautiously we kissed each other. Linda was inquisitive, challenging and I knew it was the first time that she'd kissed another woman. We began touching, our hands searched and explored each other. Her skin was warm beneath my hands, golden and sun kissed, as I stroked her breasts and reveled in the change of her breathing.

"Is that okay?" I asked she nodded in reply; her soft hands caressed my breasts gently through my T-shirt.

I was excited now, horny, hot, wet.

Linda's kisses were deeper; her hands fervently trying to discover my body, our tongues licked more than kissed. I stroked her flat firm belly, I loved her young body.

I scooted up chemise over her chest and toyed with her perky nipples.

It was hot now under the blanket, I pulled it aside, her body silhouetted against the sheet. I stroked a stray lock of hair from her forehead. I straddled her and started pulling her cotton panties down over hips before tossing them aside. Gently, I kissed her feet, my tongue played with the soft pink skin as I felt her shudder.

I knew she was hot now, just as excited as I am. My tongue slipped between her toes and I drew her big toe into my mouth. In the semi-darkness... God, how I wanted her! I wanted to hug her, kiss her and show her how good six could be. I pulled her legs to the side, spread her apart and looked down at her lap.

She was shaved, just a dark streak of hair above. Soon I would lick her, love her. I heard her breathing in the small room, could feel the heat from her body, her sex.

I leaned forward between her legs, she was so smooth, so warm gently I stroked her with one finger; she was so wet.

I kissed her thighs searched with the tongue and lips forward and I could hear her gasp as her hands fisted in my hair.

My tongue slipped over her soft skin, enjoyed the feeling of her soft body. My tongue explored around her sex without really lick her, I felt her spread her legs more. Gently, I let my tongue brush teasingly against her swollen lips before brushing her clit. She gasped.

God she enjoys it, I thought proudly. The first time another woman loves her and she enjoys it!

I thought about what her family would say if they knew what was happening now, her father, mother ... What would they say if they knew that their daughter had sex right now?

The idea aroused me, it was so forbidden, so dangerous, she was so young and I was so much older, I should not ...

Linda's hips moved a little under me, her pleasure was my fuel as my own desire throbbed between my thighs. I gentled my licking, swirling my tongue around the little pink pearl hidden among her slick folds.

I had gotten off my panties now; maybe Linda knew that I wanted to enjoy, maybe she wanted to try to lick another woman. But without a word as I lay on the side, she moved and we came together in a 69 position. Her mouth was eager and hot. Her tongue explored curiously and i enjoyed the feeling of our skin against each other, her body was wonderful against mine.

I was at the bottom now and just licked her, listened to her panting deep breath and enjoyed the feeling of her mouth, lips, tongue and fingers. It was as if we could not get enough of each other, our lust, and our desire was unquenchable.

God how wonderful it was!

All thoughts of her family and the huge risk we took were blown away. The only thing that mattered was the two of us.

I looked up at her puckered little asshole, she was probably a virgin there... I groaned silently over my own filthy fantasies. Fantasies that I do not apologize for having. I bent forward and kissed her.

I kissed her asshole again, before I let my tongue brush against the puckered skin.

I heard her moan and gasp as she continued to eat my pussy. I could feel her body tense, her muscles coiled tightly as she came with a shudder, flooding my mouth with the sweetness of her arousal. I continued tasting her, I wanted to give her some of the pleasure that she gave me. My tongue found its way in between her wet swollen folds, found what I was looking...

Our bodies were hot and slick with sweat. My head spun with pleasure, i was delirious with my head firmly between her young thighs as we gave and took pleasure in turn. Her pussy was like a summer peach, firm and ripe and sweet to the taste.

With a loud moan, my orgasm washed over me, as Linda's tongue lapped eagerly at my pussy.

Afterwards she lay panting on the bed; we cuddled in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth of our bodies. We were a long time and kissed and caressed each other, I was really thirsty, but did not dare to go out and fetch water. What if her parents would be awake? I would not cope if they were. But Linda giggled a little to me, maybe she thought I was a bit silly; it was all right to love a girl, but feared getting something to drink. She pulled on her T-shirt and panties and padded out barefoot and brought both water and an open bottle of cool white wine.

We drank both and I kissed her, our tongues met again, cool with wine but hot and demanding new lust. Naked we hugged each other and I knew that I wanted her again ... and she wanted me.

There was not much sleep that night; the sun was up when we fell asleep, exhausted and utterly. It was an unexpected discovery, but Linda and i didn't let it go to waste. We spent the balmy summer evenings discovering each other until the early hours of the morning.

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Lesbian Girls Group Sex Erotica story

Lesbian Girls Group Sex Erotica story

Lauren found her roommate in front of her computer aghast at what she was seeing. On the screen some whackjob preacher was saying how the world was doomed to end in a week and a half. Lauren knew her roommate was a bit strange in the religion department, but she had no clue that she was this gullible.



"Oh no!" Christy said as she heard her friends footsteps behind her. "It's doomsday. Maybe the rapture. I don't know. But we're all done for."

"That's all nonsense Chris and you know it."

"No, it's real. This guy is a real bonafida prophet."

"He's never been wrong."

For an hour she tried to convince her friend that it was nonsense but after a while Christy started becoming truly offended at her attempts to dissuade her.



"Fine!" She finally declared in frustration. "The world is ending. So what?"

And then Christy started crying. Damn, what have I done now? Lauren thought to herself. She knew her friend was rather sensitive, even for a girly girl, but she could usually avoid hurting her feelings."

Playing up to the girl's beliefs she asked, "Why are you crying? Won't you be happy to go to heaven if it is the rapture?"

"It isn't that Lauren." She looked up at her with tears in her eyes.

"Well," Lauren said softly, "What is it then?"

"I had a life I wanted to live."

"Don't we all?" Lauren said somewhat regretfully casting a shamefaced glance down at Christy's alluring legs and then quickly back up before her friend noticed.

Christy stood and held her friend as if for dear life and cried on her shoulder.

"But, I didn't want the kind of life most people would expect from me. I'm dirty. Bad."

Now that was something Lauren had never heard from her before. You think you know someone, she thought to herself.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't."

"Can't what?"

"Tell you about it. I'm too ashamed."

"You know you can tell me anything right? We've been friends for four years now. If you don't know you can trust me by now, then I don't know what to say."

"It sin. It isn't trust. I can't say the words. I'm ashamed."

Her friend was so distraught she considered for a moment as the poor girl cried on her shoulder. What she really needed was to let go of her inhibitions. At least enough to confide in her. The only thing Lauren knew that worked and was readily available, was....

"Alcohol." She finished aloud.

"What?" Christy asked.

"I'm going to get you drunk my dear."

"Good Christian girls don't drink."

"I know. But the world is ending anyway, so might as well experience it at least once. Right?"

"Well," Christy started, "If I repent in the morning and ask for forgiveness I guess it will be alright. I mean, we're all going to be gone in a week and a half anyway. Right?"

"That's the spirit," Lauren told her, rolling her eyes at her friends weirdness. She grabbed Christy's hand and led her to the car."

This promised to be an interesting weekend she thought as they drove. Christy was absolutely silent during the drive and Lauren was completely flustered as to what to say to her friend. How could she cheer her up without offending her friends weird beliefs? She had been religious since they'd met. The first night they shared their appartment Christy had tried to convert her, bible in hand. It had been a bit awkward for a while, but Christy had apparently, eventually, decided to accept her status as a "sinner" who couldn't be saved, and Lauren chose to do the same for her. And they'd gotten along great ever since.

She often wondered if her friend were a closet lesbian. She didn't date men. Of course she had her religious reseason for saving herself for marriage, but Lauren was pretty sure a good Christian girl could at least date a man to find out if she wanted to marry him. Even if the date had to have a chaperone or something. But Christy never even mentioned guys. Maybe she plans on saving herself for Christ, she thought acidly, and with a tinge of regret.

Lauren was a lesbian. In the beginning that had been a big part of their conflict that made Lauren think she'd have to find a new roommate before Christy's sudden acceptance of the fact that she wasn't going to be converted. That had been a relief. But sometimes Lauren wished she and Christy had been unable to come to terms with each other. She found Christy very attractive and had often fantasized that the woman she was with on any given night was Christy. It was unfair to her lover of course, but she couldn't help it. It was almost always a test of her self control. It was why her lovemaking sessions were often rough. It was also why she had never gone on more than three or four dates with the same woman. At least not after the first year they had lived together. Despite the fact that Christy was such a weirdo when it came to religious belief, she was a good, kind, and caring friend. She did more than her share of the housework. She even cleaned Lauren's room for her once in a while though at first that was a bit weird. She defintely cooked more than her fair share as well. In some ways Christy was a bit disturbing. She had apparently fallen for the old religious beliefs about woman's place in life. What a waste it would be to have her friend marry some guy and live the life that religions like that map out for women.

In the liquor store she bought a couple of kinds of beer, some sweet wine, vodka, orange juice, tequila and seven up. The store clerk had someone help her load it into the car and Christy showed how naive she was about that sort of thing when she asked, " Will that be enough?"

Lauren laughed. "Sweetie, that could get an army of good Christian girls like you drunk."

Christy's eyes widened.

"I don't know what you'll like so I bought a wide variety."

"That must have cost a lot of money I'm sure Lauren, can I pitch in?"

Lauren knew Christy didn't make a lot of money at her job at the church. But she also knew that Christy was adamant about paying her fair share. She always paid her rent on time, and her share of the bills, even when it meant she had to walk to work instead of spending a little money on bus fair. So she told a little white lie.

"Of course you can dear, your share would come to twenty dollars."

"Exactly twenty?" Christy asked.

"Well, twenty and a bit of change, but what's a few cents between friends?"

Christy smiled and got twenty dollars out of her purse and handed it to Lauren.

Then she blushed and took out another quarter and set it in the change holder mounted in the dash. Lauren smiled and inwardly shook her head.

Once home the ladies took two trips to get it all inside.

"What do you want to try first?" Lauren asked her as her friend sat on the floor and leaned back against the sofa.

"I don't know. I've never even tasted that stuff."

"Ok, we'll try you on some beer first. It doesn't pack as much punch as some of the other stuff."

"Will it get me drunk? I mean, if I'm going to have to repent tomorrow, I want to have something to repent."

Christy looked a little shamefaced but eager. Lauren laughed.

Christy wasn't her only friend with weird religious beliefs. Her friend Mark was a druid apparently. He was also gay. That didn't matter to her of course as she had no attraction to him or him to her, but she often thought it was funny to think of a gay druid. Not that she knew why she found it funny. She loved him a great deal and valued his friendship. He had been the one she confided in of her pain regarding Christy. He sympathized, at least emotionally. He had told her he had once been in love with a straight guy. He had made the mistake of confiding his love to his beloved, and that was the end of the friendship.

Lauren grabbed them each a beer and handed one to Christy. "Shouldn't we get glasses?" Christy asked.

"Definitely not." Lauren said, "When you're having an end of the world party you absolutely have to drink from the can. It's an unwritten rule."

Christy laughed. Even she wasn't that naive. She pried open the top and started to lift it to her lips.

"Wait. We need a toast," Lauren said.

"Oh, let me, I've never toasted anything before. Well, aside from bread."

Lauren had to laugh at that. She nodded and waited while Christy seemed deep in thought. Apparently she wanted to make it a good one.

She stood and raised her can of beer and said, "To the end of the world, and the shedding of burdens, and the freeing of spirits to find heaven!"

Lauren suppressed a laugh. Her friend was dead serious. Oh well, she thought and smiled wistfully as she raised her can in reply and drank.

Christy downed half the can in one go. Lauren laughed and reached over and pulled the can down and said,"Whoa there girl, you're going to make yourself sick chugging like that."

"Oh. I thought that was how you were supposed to drink beer."

"Well, maybe the young men do that at frat parties, but anyone with any sense takes it a squitch slower than that."

"Oh."

"So how do you like beer?"

"It's, uhm, icky," Christy said, then burst out giggling.

"Oh. Ya well beer is an acquired taste. Let me get you some vodka. You like orange juice right?"

"Oh, I love orange juice. But I have to finish my beer. Waste not want not."

"Ok then," Lauren laughed. She had never seen her friend act this way. She was usually far more reserved. It worried her a little.

Lauren avoided asking any serious questions until Christy had drunk two full glasses of vodka and orange. She had of course finished the beer as promised even though she obviously dind't like it. She knew it was time to begin the conversation when she returned with a third glass of vodka and orange and her friend was absentmindedly staring at her feet as she approached. She was wearing black open toed sandals and nylon stockings and Christy smiled dreamily for a moment as Laurend reached down to hand her the glass.

"You have such pretty feet," Christy said, "And your nail polish is beautiful." And then she giggled.

"Ok, you're definitely getting drunk. I think it's time we talked about what you couldn't say earlier."

"I can't. I can't tell you." Christy said and Lauren started rolling her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's not in me to say the words. Not yet anyway."

"If you drink too much more my dear, you'll pass out and then you won't have said anything anyway."

"You're my friend. I care about you a great deal and I want you to be happy. Talk to me."

"I can't," Christy shuddered, but before Lauren could express her irritation Christy went on, "but... I can show you."

"Huh?" Lauren asked intelligently, as her irritation was replaced by surprise.

"Please come with me," Christy said and stood shakily. She wobbled a bit on her heels before regaining her balance.

"You should probably take your shoes off hon, you're going to fall on your head."

"Ok," Christy agreed readily and gingerly stepped out of them and then knelt and arranged them neatly by the front door. Christy was always a bit of a nut that way.

Finally she stood again and led Lauren to her bedroom.

She sat at her computer and warmed up. Thne she pulled up her internet browser and Lauren's eyes nearly popped out of her head when Christy pulled up a website full of erotic stories.

Christy was blushing beet red and couldn't look Lauren in the eyes, but she pulled up an author named 'boundinchains' and quietly asked Lauren to read this authors stories.



Lauren of course was staring at her puritan friend like she had lost her mind, or one of them had anyway, but she moved to the chair Christy vacated. Her friend was obviously in distress, and despite her own issues, she wanted to help. But the stories astounded her.

Christy went and got them both more alcohol as Lauren started reading.



The first story was a lesbian romance, with subtle hints of a controlling relationship that seemed to have a few religous undertones. It also had undertones of the BDSM lifestyle that Lauren had flirted with from time to time. There was nothing overtly kinky in the story, but the way the author wrote told her more than what was actually written.

She downed her drink to try to cool the fire that was spreading through her body at the thought of her beautiful and oh so puritan friend being turned on by this story. She looked over at Christy who was curled up on the bed with her eyes gazing off into space occasionally sipping her drink.

"This is uhm, different than what I'd expect to find you reading sweetie," Lauren started but Christy came out of her distracted state and said "Please read them all and then we can talk. I 'm too ashamed."

Christy stood up and said, "We need more alcohol."



Lauren handed her friend her glass and then returned to reading. The next story was more overtly kinky. The religious undertones were still there, but the lesbian relationship was definitely more in line with the 'I say, you do' style of the kinky lifestyle. Lauren's mind was exploding and she harboured lustful thoughts about her oh so pretty roommate.

Christy brought her glass back full and she hardly noticed.

Another story later, when Christy brought yet another drink she realized she hadn't even drunk the last one, though she thought Christy had drunk hers. Christy seemed quite tipsy. Lauren wanted to keep her head, and she didn't want Christy to pass out before they had their chat so she said, "Quit it with the alcohol for now. We'll have more later. Ok?"

"Ok," Christy said quietly and put her glass down next to Laurens two full ones and lay back down on her bed.

Lauren was becoming hotter and hotter as she read. The stories, and there were five of them, were a bit immature in that it was obviously someone inexperienced writing them, but they were imaginative, and they became hotter and hotter and more and more overtly kinky. And they were all lesbian. The last one was all lifestyle all the way through. The relationship between a slave and her beautiful owner. But there was a constant thread of love all through them all. Despite some of the humiliating acts that the Dominant woman made her slave do in the last story.

Her juices flowed and her panties were wet enough that she worried for a moment that she'd leak through her skirt onto her roommates chair. But as she finished the last story she turned toward her friend and saw that Christy had her hand down her own skirt, but when she saw Lauren turn toward her she pulled it out and acted as if nothing had happened. Lauren for her part, pretended not to have seen though that stunned her just as much as the stories.



"Ok Christy," she started, "I've read them all. And I have to say that I feel it's very unkind of you. I haven't been with anyone in a while and stories like this can be frustrating if you're alone."

"I'm sorry, Lauren," Christy said in a quiet voice as she got off the bed and came close to Lauren. She knelt down in front of her friend and looked at the floor

"What are you doing reading this kind of stuff anyway? It's very unlike you. Or is that the problem?"

"I didn't just read them," she replied, and her voice went down to a whisper. "I wrote them."



Lauren couldn't believe her ears, but Christy went on. "I imagine the characters in the story are you and me." She hiccupped as that last part came out.

Lauren felt the world shifting under her feet. "What? Did you want to dominate me then?"

"No. I want you to dominate me. I want you to own me. I want to be your slave. I want to be your toy. Your possession. Your property. I want you to use me, and punish me, and reward me, and love me....At least until the world ends."

Desperate to find some sense Lauren asked, "I thought this was against your religion?"

"If I'm your slave then it's ok. My pastor told me that as property slaves weren't responsible for anything except in how they served their owners and that they are still honoured in heaven after they die."

"Well slavery is illegal now dear."

"But I have a contract we can sign. And according to the bible if you agree to something, then it's binding."

Lauren felt like she had drunk far more than she had. The world was spinning around her. She figured one of them must have gone crazy and it was probably her. So she decided she had to talk to someone who was always, well, almost always, sane.

"You stay right there," she said, letting some of her bewilderment out as anger.

She ran out of the room and put in a quick call to her friend Mark.

Luckily he wasn't out or otherwise occupied. At first he asked her "Have you been drinking." She replied. "Yes, with Christy!"

"With Christy?" He asked, "What is going on? Did hell freeze over?" Then he had to get her to slow down. She took a deep breath and she told him everything that had happened. His laughter came over the phone very clearly.

"Why are you laughing?" She demanded. "This is serious."

"Oh, why am I not surprised," He mused. "It's always the ones you least expect," and he laughed for a few moments longer until Laurens irritation peaked and she said, "Well what the hell am I supposed to do with her?"

He laughed harder and asked, "Why are you asking me? I've never been with a woman before."

"I mean in the long term you idiot!. She's only doing this cause she thinks the world is ending. Her religion has her so messed up that she'll believe any old thing she see's on youtube. What happens if I take her up on this and when she wakes up after the world was supposed to end and finds herself between my legs?"



He said, "The world's got to end sometime."



Then he laughed even harder. Then he got very serious for a moment. "Listen love, she obviously needs this. She has rationalized it with her religious beliefs which are very strong according to what you've told me about her, into something she can accept so that she can be happy. It's something we humans are rather good at. That sort of thing is inevitable. We always do it when needed. Or we break apart into a million pieces. She will in fact find an answer to this need of hers one way or another. Either with you, or eventually, with some stranger who may or may not care for her as much as you do." He paused and went on, "You do still care for her don't you?"

"You know I do."

"Well, so what is the problem? Haven't you told me of your domination fantasies?"

"Well, I don't know if I'm as serious about it as her stories are," she stopped herself, "that's not the point you idiot. This will ruin our friendship!"

He replied, "I think Christy just took you way out past it and your treatment of her at this point could in fact ruin your friendship. But if you take her up on her offer I'm sure that if you love each other you could come to some balance that pleased you both."

"She's drunk, and she's crazy. Or I am. I don't know which anymore."

Mark laughed again and she could tell he thought this was all very funny.

He said, "This is the funniest thing I've heard in months. The woman you have secretly lusted for, for the last couple of years, has offered you everything you could ever want from her and you're talking to me on the phone."

She wanted to bitch at him more but she started to see his point.

He paused in his laughter to quietly ask, "Where is she now?"

"She was kneeling on the floor and I told her to stay put so I could come find some sanity, but I haven't found any here you jerk!'

"You left her drunk and alone kneeling on the floor to stir in her own fear, doubt, shame, and misery, and I'm the jerk?" He asked quietly.

"Omg, you're right. What do I do?"

"Well, the worst that could happen is she changes her mind when the world doesn't end right? What would stop you from setting her free at that point? Or do you want her to go find some stranger who may not care about her well being as much as you do. Though I have to wonder if you really do when I think of the poor girl kneeling on the floor worried to death."

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Just three more sessions; hold it together, Toni, I told myself. Ashley leaves for San Francisco tomorrow and then it's over with. We saw each other for the last time this morning, and I can honestly say that whatever we had was nice.

I've had Miranda on my mind for three months now. This sort of thing never happens to me, the sort of thing where I sometimes catch myself daydreaming about her, wondering what she's doing, longing for the touch of her lips one more time. Since that dance at the club, I haven't been able to go one day without thinking of her for prolonged periods of time.

I sit and try to figure out why I want her so much and I have come up with two theories: A- either I just need to do her to get her out my mind or B- I'm in uncharted territory and way over my head. I'm hoping for A but I think I know its B. I like her, I actually really like her. It's not just sexual or physical but so much more.

I love the way she talks to me like an equal and how she never backs down from an argument. She always tells me what she thinks- whether or not I like it. She calls me just to say hi and, when we get coffee, she always orders for us not just herself even though we will trade off who pays. When I'm with her at her office she pouts when another student enters. I love the way she looks at me when we talk and the way she texts me good morning even if I haven't sent her a text.

I've fallen in love with her and it didn't even occur to me that it was happening until it was too late. We text each other every night, and even when I am on a night shift, she'll text me throughout just to see how I'm doing. She tells me that she's up doing paperwork but I know it's because she wants to check in with me and make sure I'm doing alright. Sometimes, we will eat our dinner together over the phone, her conversation and laughing filling the empty hours. Only my dad has ever cared that much, and even he doesn't like I feel she does.

Not to mention the fact that I take extra time to get ready when I'm going to see her. I make sure to wear her favorite cologne, which she mentioned she liked when we danced that night at the club. It took every ounce of self-control not to make her mine, then and there. I wanted to take her back to my place and show her how a person who cares about you can make you feel. But I didn't because it wasn't about that; in that moment, it was about being intimate with each other. Having her in my arms that night made me realize what was missing. I realized that I was just going through the motion of life, and that since she came into it I was living again, enjoying every moment. I don't just want sex; I want to make love to her and worship her body. FUCK! I fell in love and didn't even see when she sneaked in and took hold of my heart. I hope she doesn't hurt me because my hurting her isn't going to happen.

I knew I was taking a chance by initiating anything with my professor, but for the last three months I have felt something for her I haven't felt in a long time, if ever. The last time I had felt anything close to this was with Sylvia and even then it was different. I don't even know if I can describe how I feel about Miranda. It's this want to be around her and talk to her, this need to hold her in my arms and just be with her.

It's been a long time since I've asked anyone out. I know the risks of rejection and yet something tells me if I don't try it'll be worse. I care about her the way I care about my friends. I love spending time with her even if it's just coffee. The thought of having someone to call my own- that right there is the best part.

I know that she flirts with me and she feels something; the question becomes the same it has always been: am I worthy of more? Is there a possibility that she will want to be with me and only me? Will she want a relationship with someone younger? Will she want someone who isn't even half as financially stable as her? We belong to different social classes and, as much as I want to say that it doesn't matter, I can see the differences between us.

I have to work to survive; she does it because she likes it. I have to make a lot of sacrifices to be able to have what I have; she doesn't. My dad accepts my way of life; her family doesn't and that can place a strain on any relationship even if all the odds are in its favor.

But none of this matters if she doesn't say YES.

"Toni, what are you still doing here?" I was leaning on the wall next to her classroom door. She walked out and I followed her to the stairs where I took her bag full of blue-books to carry for her. It was as if she was tempting me, wearing my favorite white skirt suit. She had only worn it one other time and I had fallen into her web. Women worry about panty lines and let me tell you there was nothing there so do you really have to wonder what was underneath.

"Do you really have to ask? I just turned in my final and I graduate on Saturday." I knew if I prolonged asking I would chicken out. "Let me take you out on a date, just you and me." She tried not to smile but it was there.

"Walk me to my car?"

"I always do so..."

"Toni, you know I'm a lot older than you. Why do you want to go out with me?" Her sexy confident smile was gone and she sounded defeated. If she only knew how much I had dreamed of being with her over the past few months.

"Do you want a detailed list or will it suffice to say that I think you're beautiful and would be honored to be in your presence." That made her blush.

"You know you're a smooth talker," she replied with a knowing smile. "How can I know I can trust you?"

I stopped walking and she did the same. This story sounded so familiar. She turned to look at me, and I knew that if I wasn't honest and put my feelings out there that I would end up where I had started so many years ago.

"I've never done anything for you not to trust me. It may seem like I'm spitting game but it's the truth. You're beautiful, Miranda, and I love talking to you and spending time with you. When I'm with you I'm happy, happier than I have ever been. I have no experience with relationships or dating, but the one thing you need to know is that I respect commitment. I would never lead anyone on and I don't lie." I handed her the bag. "If you don't trust me then don't say yes. If you think I'm some player then you've already hurt me. I told you once and I've told you twice that I want you, Miranda, not just for sex or for one night. You have my number; let me know if we can be more than friends or if I'm not worth it."

I walked away because I was hurt. I may be confident and smooth but it's just me being honest. I'm not spitting game or trying to get her to bed. To not be trusted right off the bat and be judged based on her past...

"Toni..." I ignored her as she called my name. She could call me on my cell when she knew what she wanted. "TONI."

I knew she wouldn't come after me; technically, I was still a student.

I headed for the student parking lot. When I got to my car, I sat there for a while just resting my head on the steering wheel. Crazy thing is, I have never slept with two women at the same time because I only sleep with them once. I don't lie to women and say I'll call you and then don't. I make it clear from the first instant I'm just looking for fun, no strings. I don't give false hope or flat out lies; I'm always honest and if the girl doesn't like it then we go our separate ways.

From day one things were different with Miranda. I always made sure there was mutual respect and only honesty. When we would spend time together during her office hours, we would spend half the time getting to know one other. I knew she was divorced, selling her place, and had bought a new home. She came from money and her parents didn't like the idea of the divorce or that she had no children and was a successful business woman who worked on her career instead of a family. It isn't that she didn't want a family, she just wanted children to be raised in a home full of love and not lies.

I know she loves to hear me talk about cars, and I know she pays attention because she asks questions. We have so much in common and are so similar but it's our differences that make us work. I mean, we work in the sense that we never get bored of talking to the extent that we always lose track of time because conversation never fails.

The best part is how comfortable I am with her. I remember the first night I met her and how beautiful she was but how she acted like such a bitch. Then when I saw her in class, I mean she looked like she was dressed to kill, elegant and classy. She was gorgeous and beautiful, everything a woman like me would love to come home to. Before she came into the picture I couldn't even think of settling down and being with just one girl. Now? Now, she's all I want.

The more I think about it the more unreasonable I sound. The truth of the matter was that in that moment when she asked me how she could trust me all I could think of was what Sylvia had said so many years ago, how it had turned my whole world around. My thoughts were heavy as I got to work and received her message.

--Toni, I am so sorry if I offended you but that was never my intention. Please give me a chance to explain and maybe we can go on that date. Just you and me, baby, please.--

I wanted to answer but I was at work. Plus I felt like an idiot for acting so dumb earlier. As my shift went on I thought of her and only her. After Friday's shift I had the next two weeks off to help her move after which I would start my new job. Finally my shift ended I went home only to find Sandy at my door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her suspiciously as she looked really mad.

"Why haven't you answered her text?" She demanded. What the hell was going on?

"How do you even know she's been texting me? My phones been off."

"I know. I've been calling and so has Jada. It's not like you to disappear off the face of the earth."

I opened the door and led her in.

"I was working. What does it matter? We didn't have plans, and I'm sure no one has died or you would have them to call through to me on the radio." Now I was mad. She was my friend but I felt like I was being scolded like a child.

"Don't fuck this up Toni. For the love of your father, don't just give up on her. You are so in lo... into her that you haven't been interested in even going to the club. All you ever do is spend time with her during her office hours and even when you hang out with us you're always texting her. I can tell it's her because of that stupid smile you get."

"How do you even know about her text?" It was her turn to blush and in that instant I knew the answer. "You're fucking Autumn!" Her eyes went wide but she didn't try to deny it as it wasn't a question.

"You're so vulgar; I'm not fucking her. I make love to her." I flung my shirt I had just taken off at her as she smiled. I imagined that her smile was similar to the one I had when I thought of Miranda. "Anyways, this conversation is not about me. Here, this is Autumn's address." She handed me a slip of paper. "Go pick her up."

"Who? Autumn?"

"No, stupid, Miranda. She's there with Autumn. She called and came by but I left before she got there so I could come see what the hell was wrong with you."

"I can't go." I handed her back the slip of paper. All I wanted was to shower, go to bed, and pretend nothing had happened.

She took the paper and sat on the recliner facing the bed.

"Change, shower, whatever it is you're gonna do, and I'll be waiting for you to explain what's going on with you guys."

I hoped she'd leave, but when I was done with my shower and dressed in sweats and a muscle shirt, she was sitting in my recliner- probably texting Autumn from the smile on her face.

"Do I look that stupid when I text her?" I asked and she laughed, raising her eyebrow.

"Worse. Now tell me what's going on with you guys."

"Nada, nothing, zip."

"T, I was sitting right there at the club when you sat next to her, held her close, whispered sweet nothings in her ear and then made out with her like you were two teenagers in a movie theater- and there's the smile again. And, if I'm not mistaken, you were sleeping with that other girl all this time. I have never seen you like this with anybody. I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"Will you go away if I tell you?"

"Yes. After you promise to go see her."

I started with the day I met the most beautiful Bitch in the world- How even after dropping her off I couldn't get her out of my mind. After spending the night with Sylvia and her girlfriend, I still wanted her. I talked about how I felt when I figured out she was my teacher and how I apologized for my attitude. Then our regular office visits and the run in at the club the first two times; the first time I kissed her and how she didn't stop me; the thong I have in the drawer next to my bed that she gave me; the constant flirting and getting to know each other. I talked about everything right up until today after the exam. After over an hour of my countless stories Sandy slapped me upside the head.

"Ouch! What the fuck, San?"

"One, you over reacted and two, why didn't you answer her? I mean, I have never seen you act this way about anyone. Ever. You're in love with her and you know it. What's holding you back?"

I felt the tears and, not being one to cry, I waited hoping to hell they wouldn't fall.

"I'm scared to get hurt. I've never felt so weak around anyone. I can't even look her in the eyes too long because I'm afraid she'll see how I feel."

"That's why you won't really open up to her." She mulled over the thought.

"It's easier to remain unattached than to have your heart broken. I learned that the hard way," I said, my voice hoarse from talking so long and unshed tears.

"NO." Sandy adamantly shook her head as she glared at me. "You took one bad experience and based the rest of your life on it. What are you gonna do? Live the rest of your life based on ONE experience or are you going to actually LIVE your life?" We stared at one another for long moments. "That wasn't a rhetorical question, T."

"I'm going to call her?" I asked hesitantly.

She stood up and smiled, carefully placing the paper with the address on my nightstand and smoothing it out.

"Only you know what you want, babe; the rest of us only want you to be happy." She kissed the top of my head and left.

First instinct, call for a second opinion from Jada. But my mind had already made the choice for me. I sprayed some cologne, pulled on a sweater, threw on a beanie, put on my Jordan's, and grabbed my wallet. First stop flower shop, stop number two dinner from Mario's, stop number three Autumn's house.

I was scared shitless as I knocked on the door with flowers in hand.

Autumn came to the door in her pajamas and I wondered how Sandy got the straight girl to fall for her. Sandy could have had anyone but she wanted Autumn- Miranda's best friend. Go figure.

"She's in my bedroom. Come in and I'll go get her."

"Nice hickey; San can be very possessive." I couldn't help the evil grin as Autumn jerked and turned to look at me, a guilty hand flying to her neck as a blush crept across her face and down her neck. "Do you mind if I go get her, please?"

"Break her heart and I'll find someone to kick your ass," she threatened, the moment almost ruined by her embarrassment.

"If I ever hurt her believe me I'll be kicking my own ass."

"Good. Take as long as you need. I'll be watching TV. Just don't get too naughty, I just changed the sheets."

"MMmmhhhmmmm."

I walked to where she pointed and my breath caught in my throat. This was the first time I was in a private setting with Miranda where I didn't have to worry about anyone or anything. She was facing away from the door laying down on the bed in a set of black silky pajamas. I walked slowly to the side of the bed. When she saw it was me, she turned to face away from me. Cute. I'll have to be the adult. I set the flowers on the bed, and as I sat on the bed, I picked her up with one hand under her knees and the other under her back and dragged her into my lap.

"I'm sorry."

Turning her face towards me, she laid her head on my chest and inhaled.

"Who do you smell so good for?" She placed her left hand on my chest and kept her head down.

"You." I pulled my hand from underneath her knees to grab her hand on my chest and give her a kiss on each fingertip.

"Who do you look so good for?" She brought her hand to my neck and finally showed me her gorgeous eyes which were rimmed red. Damn, I had made her cry. The realization brought a rush of sadness and guilt but I knew I would make it better. I brought my hand to her cheek to stroke and feel her soft skin.

"You."

I leaned in and, for the first time in my life, I was ready for the rest of my life. With a beautiful woman in my arms with her lips on mine, I wanted nothing else but her. Her kiss was soft and hesitant, her lips delicate and inquisitive as though she was searching for something unknown. I wasn't scared, though; I knew what I wanted. I held her close poured all my feelings into this one kiss, trying to show her what I was afraid to tell her. I wanted more but I was afraid to pushing too far. This kiss was it; everything I had waited for was now real, but I wanted more. I pulled away and I heard her whimper. I couldn't help but smile.

I licked my lips.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted. You can trust me." I looked into her eyes and saw the look of a person who wanted what was right in front of them. How had I missed it? It was the same look from all those days in her class. It was probably the same look I had when I thought of her being in my arms and of holding her close. It was the look I probably had when I thought of being able to make her happy and spend my days with her.

"I bought us dinner; it's not exactly a date but it's a start. Will you come over to my place and have dinner with me?" She kissed my lips again and I couldn't help but smile. What had I been missing all these years? Or maybe I hadn't been missing anything but I was simply waiting for the right woman. She pulled away and stood up between my legs facing me as I held her in my arms.

"First, we talk about what happened?" She was looking for my eyes but I didn't want her to see how vulnerable I was around her.

"I think you interrupted San and Autumn. How about we talk at my place, please?" I pulled her closer but she kept her distance.

"I'm supposed to sleep here. Remember the house is packed up and my bed isn't being delivered for another few days. Toni, why won't you look at me?"

I didn't want to offend her so I finally looked up.

"Miranda spend the night with me. We can talk at my place and you can take the bed. I'll sleep on the recliner. Just come home with me please."

"Anything for you," she breathed. I liked the sound of that. I stood up and held her in my arms. I felt like her protector because, for the first time, she wasn't in heels and it seemed like I towered over her. "I took your height for granted. Wait, what do you mean I interrupted Sandy and Autumn?" Oh crap.

"Autumn?" I grabbed the flowers and handed them to her with a flourish trying to distract her from her line of questioning.

"They're beautiful, Toni." Her smile was back and I couldn't help but leaning down and kissing her. My hands were holding her face and hers went around my waist.

"Am I interrupting?" I could hear the smile in Autumn's voice. Miranda let go smoothly and stood next to me. I wanted her close and automatically I wrapped my arms around her waist as she rested her body on mine.

"Yes, but it's your house. Autumn, what's going on with you and Sandy?"

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