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When I came back, the house was in perfect condition, especially after I lit some of the sweet smelling candles then subtly dimmed the lights. It was 4:15 and I was putting the finishing touches on our romantic dinner, which included, sautéd chicken with bow tie pasta and a side of red wine. I set the table with the nice candles, table runner, crystal wine glasses and china plates, used for mom and dad's business dinners. The food was artistically placed on the chinaware and I delicately folded silverware into cloth napkins. I was determined to make this special, for me and her. So when she arrived at 4:52, I was ready to welcome her into my home. Of course, she was impressed by the house and surprised at the table settings, "hey, Lily! Wow, your house is stunning! I didn't realize it was so formal, I would've dressed up," I had already noticed her longer, floral patterned skirt with a plain matching blouse, "but I'm shocked that you went through so much trouble for me, the help must've cost a fortune."

"Are you kidding me? You look fantastic! And it didn't cost much, I didn't hire anybody." I said with another look over her outfit and smirk on my face.

Her eyes widened in amazement and exclaimed, "you did this all by yourself!?! I'm really flattered and the food looks wonderful," as she finally saw the food on the picturesque table. While she looked over the food, I took the opportunity to looker over her stunning body.

"My mom used to teach me how to cook, so I hope it tastes as good as it looks. But honestly, Ms. Wilson, you look absolutely beautiful!"

At this she blushed, "stop, Lily, you're making me blush! But thank you, and look at you," she was pointing at my short black pencil skirt and flowing blouse, "I love your outfit! It looks really nice on you! Oh and by the way, I think under the circumstances you should call me Michelle, at least when we're together?" I only nodded in agreement.

I reached for her hand and led her to the dining table, where we talked while eating the especially delicious meal. I enjoyed her conversation so much that when dinner was done, and I took our plates to the kitchen, I asked her to sit on the couch with me. She cautiously agreed then we made our way to the living room; I walked behind her and couldn't resist checking her out and making note of her toned calves and perfect legs all the way up to her swinging hips and small waist complimented by a muscular back and silky hair. I knew she was more than just a hot piece of ass, but aside from her intriguing self, she really was an attractive woman. When we sat down I scooted closer to her, our legs touched sending a tremble up my spine. We spent a couple minutes in awkward silence, but luckily she was the one to first speak, "I hope you don't expect sex from me tonight, just because I came doesn't mean I'm spending the night."

I understood her attack in need to defend herself from my seduction, after all I was the one that started all this, but I knew she understood that she took part in this and I wanted to be clear what I did expect from us. "I didn't invite you over for sex, I wanted to try and make you more comfortable with me. It wasn't my intention to take advantage of you, but I did want us to explore each other, emotionally.. and maybe physically. Of course, not immediately but in time that we might test our own boundaries and fulfill our desires through each other, whatever happens just happens. We don't really need to figure it all out now, but I do need to know if you want this, too. And if not, that's alright, no hurt feelings or holding grudges."

She gulped then continued, "you know I want this, I've wanted you for a long time and now that it's all happening I can't lie and say that it's okay. I understand you want some answers, but I can't definitively give them to you right now.. Other than that you make me feel wanted and beautiful a-and respected all at the same time. I love that and I think I love you, but I don't know!"

I was surprised at her directness and wanted to try to let her KNOW that I would not betray or abandon her! "Michelle, I don't think you know how much I care for you, if you did, none of this would be a question. But I get you're scared, because I am, too. I want to let you know that I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to.. Whenever you want this to end, that's when it ends."

She smiled at me, and walked forward to be wrapped in my arms. I fell on top of her, onto the couch, looked in her eyes and kissed her, our tongues danced for at least 20 minutes. When I groped her left breast, through her shirt and she pulled back with wide eyes and let out a startled giggle. She started backing away from me and I spoke in such a panicked voice, "I didn't mean to go so fast! I was just going with the moment and please don't leave!?! I swear I won't do anything unless I'm sure you're ready for it."

She gave me an apprehensive look then a forgiving smile and moved closer to me, but not quite as close as we once were. "Lily, I didn't mean to pull away so fast but you surprised me. But as long as you promise we can take it slow, I'll stay." I must've shown how happy I was because she took my hand and placed it on her knee before we started talking about anything and everything. I was amazed at just how much in common we did have and I fell in love with her personality even more within the hour that we got to talk. Though she looked much more relaxed than when she arrived, she still looked tense and a little stressed.

It wasn't long after that I became restless and asked, "would you mind if I gave you a neck rub? You've just been such great company and I'd like to thank you, and you also look a little tense in your shoulders." She was taken back at my offer and maybe my observations, too. Despite the troubled look, she finally agreed to have me massage her, on the agreement I would stop whenever she said so. With that I ran around the house to find some good rubbing lotion, a towel and other items I'd need for the massage of her life. I don't know what it was about my tense teacher that gave it away, but I was sure she'd never been truly pampered and I was determined to spoil her unconditionally tonight.

When I, at last, gathered all the necessary materials, I set to work on relaxing my beautiful teacher/lover. And as soon I began touching her skin with the lotion, she inhaled at the coldness. We laughed at this, then I continued to rub the lotion into her supple skin and I complimented her smooth skin, she didn't respond with words but I could see she smiled. Then I took it one step further, after a few minutes of my rubbing her neck and shoulders, I bent over to her ear and in a raspy voice whispered, "do you like it?" She moaned and nodded her head, which I took as encouragement and proceeded to whisper on the same voice, "would you mind if I did your back, as well?" She froze then after a moment or two nodded her head and began to lie down on the towel I was lying on the floor. I then straddled her lower back, or maybe upper butt, she seemed surprised at this, but gave no verbal objection.

I squirted some more lotion on my hand, as she took off her shirt and bra, though I only had a view of her back, she was so damn sexy and her curves were in all the right places to throw me into desire. When she settled onto the towel, I began lightly kneading it into her shoulder blades slowly going down her lower back, she gave a slight whimper when I stopped just short of her butt, and worked back up. I spent a little extra time on her neck and when I moved back down I "accidentally" went too far and touched her breasts but quickly moved away to her lower back and lingered at the border of her back and butt. Every so often I was rewarded with moans and groans, even a couple words, "that feel sooo good," and a few, "ooooh! Right there!" I mean she had to be teasing me! And the funny thing about that is this was meant to tease her, but she somehow managed to turn the tables.

Though I wasn't sure, until she wiggled her bottom and sent shivers up my thighs. I couldn't hold back my own moan and decided two can play that game. So I started paying special attention to the sides of her breasts and would slip a finger or two under the elastic of her skirt. She tensed up a bit when my fingers caressed her firm butt, she picked up her head, only for a moment, when I lifted my legs over and swung them to her right, and she gasped when I grazed my nails over her thighs. I couldn't help but laugh; she whipped her head around and stuck her cute, pink tongue at me then giggled, "you tease!"

I continued to laugh then retorted, "I can't help it with your sexy physique! I mean honestly, I'm the victim to your tight stomach, firm ass, and those legs that go on forever.. and well your perky breasts and hot moans!" Her only response was to blush and look back down at the ground. She looked down and we sat in silence for what felt like forever. Finally, I spoke up to ask her, "I'm sorry if I'm too blunt about this, but are you spending the night? I really would love for you to, but I understand if you'd feel uncomfortable about it," and I anxiously awaited her answer until she finally stood up, grabbed my hand, then after pulling me up, she led me up the stairs in silence, to my bedroom.

All in silence, we kissed lightly at first then the silence quickly left the room as we our gentle pecks became fiery kisses that left us breathless and huffing. We were speechless, even still, our hands continued to search every crevice and form of our bodies. DAMN she was so beautiful! I couldn't believe what was and about to happen! I just wanted to be as close to her as possible, whether by rubbing my body onto her, becoming one in our truly exceptional kisses or if I'd have the chance to ravage her body. I cherished the way her body responded to my touches, she whimpered under my kisses, gasped at caresses and shivered when my hand made its way down her torso to that mysterious area of my forbidden lover.

She nearly screamed when I sunk a single finger into her, I wiggled it around until I found her G-spot and when I bent my finger up and gently stroked her, she went wild. She wrapped her arms around my neck and almost had all her weight on me as she went into her first orgasm. After only a few short minutes, I felt that jerk in her tummy that forewarned of an imminent orgasm. I didn't have to wait long until she spasmed and screamed, "I'm cumming! OHHH GAWD!!" She closed her mouth around mine, though it wouldn't be called a kiss, it was passionate nonetheless. And when her body finished convulsing, she had a few more jagged breaths that ended in her soft sobs into my neck. I couldn't believe how easy she was! Not that she was a slut, but her body was seriously deprived of the pleasure she so desperately needed and deserved.

I guided her to the edge of the bed and lowered her down, her head on a pillow and legs spread wide open. She stroked her stomach and pinched her nipples, dripping in anticipation. And when I bent down I nibbled on her thighs and crawled up to her mouth. I reached for a breast and lovingly kneaded each breast while my other hand was reaching into Ms. Wilson's hair lightly pulling, each time she lifted her head up, allowing me access to her neck. I licked, kissed and bit at her slender neck, but no matter how much I tried I could never get enough! Meanwhile, my hands slowly departed from her tits to grip her thighs and I was met with thrusts of her hips. I squeezed her tight ass then continued to lower myself over her body.

I blew onto her exposed pussy lips, I slipped two fingers into her drenched cunt, I rubbed my thumb over her clit then watched as her body quivered. I, myself, was drenched by her sounds and body alone, but when she stroked the top of my head I grunted and applied more force to my already busy hand. In a few short moments, Ms. Wilson was once again spasming under my touches. Her insides were closing around my hand and soaking my fingers with her sweet juices. When she was done with a loud, violent orgasm she yelled, "Ohhhh! I didn't know I could feel like this! I'm so tired, but want to run a marathon at the same time! Mmmmmm! But I don't think I can take another.." I cleaned up her cunt, at least as much as I could, and licked my fingers clean before going up for a deep kiss. "Mmmmmmm! Is that how I taste? I must say I really like it." With a wink she went for another kiss.

"Ooooh! Tell me about it!" I smiled and went for, yet another, kiss. For the rest of the night we held hands while talking, drifting into light naps, and waking to kisses and cuddling. 

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The thunderous shot echoed throughout the small town of Dry Creek, Arizona and Rebecca McAllister knew her life would never be the same again.

Her daddy's gun hand dropped and he stumbled forward toward her causing her to take a quick step back even though she was several feet away. He clutched his thick fingered hand on top the penetrating wound buried deep in his chest over his heart and pulled it back away, staring at the blood soaked appendage in disbelief. A gurgled sound escaped his lips, but before he could get his last words out his eyes narrowed on Rebecca as his knees buckled and he fell backwards to the ground, a dust cloud erupting around his lifeless body.

Freedom was supposed to taste sweet, but the bile filling Rebecca's mouth left nothing but bitterness as she winced and swallowed down the last 20 years of wretchedness that she had been living through. She squinted as the piercing light of the sun began its morning rise and an early spring wind swept down the dirt street of the small town, covering the pooling blood surrounding her daddy's body in a mixture of sand and dried grass. She stepped out of the way while an aimless tumbleweed rolled by without a notion of the murderous act that had just taken place.

Rebecca's gaze froze on her daddy's blank stare as she lowered Malcolm's rifle to her side and knelt down to close his cold steel blue eyes. She could hear nothing beyond the heavy pounding of her own heart in her chest and the town that should have been bustling with activity remained as silent as her calls for salvation from this place long lost from the rest of the world. Rebecca's attention was shaken away from her daddy when the town church bell rang out and signaled it was time to attend the morning service and prepare for the day ahead. The quiet was shattered and Rebecca turn her eyes to the sign from the saloon as its rusted chains flailed and squeaked in the early morning gusts that always seemed to signal warmer weather to come. But, there would be no warmth for Rebecca. Her veins felt cold as ice as she now saw the result of her years of wishing for her daddy's death.

"Rebecca!" Delilah jolted forward out of Emmitt's grasp as he stood stunned at the sudden death of his former employer. She then leaned down and stretched out her hand. "Come with us! Come with me!"

Delilah's eyes were desperate as she shook her hand in front of Rebecca's face, urging her to grasp it. Rebecca turned her head as she heard a scuffle off to the side. Riley pulled quickly out of Chester's grasp and punched him across the face, then followed with a second powerful punch to the big man's gut. Riley grabbed Chester's gun and ran to Delilah's side. "Del, we need to adios! There'll be a posse after us any second."

"I know that!"

"You're in trouble girl. I'm gettin' the sheriff. You'll be swingin' by noon fur sure." Emmitt said from behind Delilah. Then he turned and raced towards the jail as his boots kicked up a trail of dust behind him.

"Now, Rebecca." Delilah said urgently. "We gotta go now!"

Rebecca nervously pulled her left hand to her stomach, clenching her fingers into a fist and then looked up to Delilah. I wanted to leave, but not like this. Not with blood on my hands. She thought back to yesterday afternoon, stunned by how much her life had changed in one night.

*********

Nineteen hours earlier

Rebecca stepped out onto the wooden plank porch of her house at the end of the tiny pass through town and stared out to the row of buildings that lay before her. It wasn't much of a place to live, but settlers found it several years back and were able to keep it away from the local Indian population due to its distance from the nearest water source. Only because of the deep wells created at the two ends of town did it continue to exist at all. Most ranchers or men of any means lived far outside of town, needing lakes and ponds for their livestock and horses. This meant the town itself was run by one man, Duncan McAllister, Rebecca's daddy.

Other small communities within a few days ride where starting to benefit from the boom of the mining of copper, silver and on some accounts gold. Dry Creek had none of that; however, it did provide a much needed stop-over on way to anywhere else. This meant the saloon; boarding house and brothel were prime sources of income, and Duncan McAllister owned all three establishments. This kept his wealth growing despite the failing economy of the town and with that wealth came power.

Rebecca's daddy had given her three tasks: one to manage the daily upkeep of his house, two to maintain the ongoing business of the boarding house and brothel, and three, to obey her father as she would the Lord or be prepared to face hellfire and damnation. Her older brother Malcolm had been given oversight of the saloon, although her daddy quickly hired an experienced barkeep to be the real operator -- even he didn't much trust his son around the whiskey and the money. Malcolm was never fazed by this and became a general fixture at the poker tables nightly where he worked hand in hand with the town pick-pockets: Buster and Shelly to clean out visitor's cash money if he couldn't cheat his way to it at the tables. However, if there was ever any trouble Malcolm's gunmen, Chester Douglas and Emmitt Carter, were hired by his daddy for protection of his son and they would be at his side with guns drawn if need be.

This Tuesday began just like every other day for Rebecca. She walked down the line of buildings through the center of town as the mid March sun beat down on her and a gust of wind blew her long chestnut locks across her face hiding her fair complexion. Using her hand to block the pelting sand from stinging her eyes she continued on to prepare supper for the brothel girls and tally up their earning from the night before. It was the same thing every afternoon, and every afternoon she thought she couldn't do it one more day. She of course tried rebelling in her youth, twice. She never made it further than fifteen miles outside the town's boarder before Malcolm and his gang rounded her up and brought her back home. She wished she could say the same for the men that had tried to help her.

They were left stranded in the desert with nothing but a single bullet in their gun. Their possessions and horses rounded up and brought back to town. And as for Rebecca, her father beat her within an inch of her life and threatened to kill her if she ever attempted such a foolish act again. So, this was her life, walking back and forth from home to her daddy's businesses, feeding the girls, collecting money, cleaning rooms in the boarding house and returning home to do the same. Now at age twenty, she knew this would be all life would ever have to offer her unless her daddy tried to trade her off for money or land. It had become her duty to be caretaker to her daddy and brother ever since her mama passed away from fever five years ago. Lucky woman.

Rebecca walked down the street as she said her 'good afternoons' to fellow merchants and townsfolk. The people of Dry Creek always treated Rebecca with respect and kindness, not with fear as they did with her daddy and brother. Then again, she wasn't using cash money and gunmen to hold the town hostage. Unlike her daddy's wardrobe that reeked of wealth, Rebecca was always dressed simply, usually in plain cotton prairie dresses that she had made from left over stock fabric at the mercantile and her boots were scuffed leather, marked by years of wear and tear with their worn down heels.

She made her way up the steps of her daddy's businesses; her heels clomping hollowly against the sun-dried planks. Duncan McAllister's building was the largest structure in town, holding all three of his enterprises under one roof. Inside on the main floor was the saloon and up the stairs on the second level was the brothel. A short walk around the wraparound porch and the back of the building was the boarding house with ten rooms. Rebecca's took in a deep breath and then pushed open the squeaking saloon doors to begin the next part of her day. Her eyes immediately caught a friendly face and she smiled.

"Good afternoon, Curtis," Rebecca said to the middle-aged barkeep.

Curtis Wilks was a short barrel-chested man, barely taller than Rebecca. He wore the same outfit every day, a black string tie and a simple white shirt under a neatly buttoned black vest with black trousers. He had a round pale face, not tanned like most the fellas that came in the saloon. His occupation kept him free from the sun with the many hours he spent inside pouring libations to the local residents and frequent visitors. The only color at all on is glowing white face was the dark brown mustache that tickled his upper lip and his rosy red cheeks that lifted in a smile when he saw Rebecca. To her, he was one the friendliest and kindest fellas in town.

"Good afternoon, Miz Rebecca."

"Any problems last night?" Rebecca asked as she looked around the open room bathed in dusty sunlight.

"Nuthin' to speak of."

Rebecca leaned onto the bar. "Seen my daddy?"

Curtis nodded upstairs to one of the rooms.

"How long?"

"Not sure. At least since I took over for Marty this mornin'."

"She'll either wear him out or kill him one of these days." Rebecca grinned and shook her head.

Curtis shook his head and frowned as he used a white cotton rag to dry off the stack of clean glasses in front of him.

"Curtis, you got no cause to be scared. I ain't gonna say nuthin' stupid." Rebecca pulled back from the bar and started to make her way to the kitchen.

Curtis raised his eyebrows and grunted. "Hmm, last time you didn't say nuthin' stupid, I didn't see you for nearly a week."

Rebecca was about to respond when she heard a raucous coming from the entrance from the saloon and saw two men carrying saddlebags sauntering into the establishment laughing and punching each other in the arms. The dark-headed man wore his black hat tipped back; an easy smile playing across his sun browned face. Rebecca could tell right off he was a friendly sort of fella. The small man in the over-sized hat and duster kept his face obscured, but Rebecca could just make out his hairless jaw, sun drawn freckles on his fair skin, and his delicate bone structure that suggested he was just a boy, not man yet.

"Welcome to the Lonesome Coyote, gentlemen," Rebecca said. "What can we do you for?"

That was the moment that Rebecca's life changed. The smaller stranger looked up briefly and their eyes met. Rebecca felt a flash of lightning jolt through her body and her heart started to race. She had only seen the boy's face for a moment, a mere second, and she knew something just happened to her that had never happened before.

"Just drink and a bed," The boy said.

"Uh, um, Curtis, drinks for our visitors." Rebecca stammered out, not sure what to make of the new feelings she had inside her. "You fellas wanna share a room? We do have extras now, but it Del be twice the price if you each want your own."

"We'll each take our own room." The boy said quickly.

The dark-headed man looked to his partner and replied, "Uh, yeah."

Just then a door swung open from upstairs, one of Rebecca's most popular yet, most unpredictable working girl's voice screamed a stream of profanities. A man came scrambling out of her room still struggling to pull up his pants as the thin blonde headed harlot whipped him on the back with his own belt. "Jack Branson, I swear that I Del take my vengeance on you so help me God!" Anna Starr slashed through the air with the leather belt again as Jack, a young rancher's son, yelped in pain. You think I'm some gol durn bank, I don't take no credit. It's cash money or nuthin'!"

Jack stood in front of Rebecca and looked to her for help while his arms were raised across his head blocking the blows from Anna's swings. "Rebecca, you do something about this here girl or I'll see to it that your daddy does."

"Anna, that's enough," Rebecca called out to the painted lady. Anna's ruby red lips already open and ready to argue.

"But, he—" Anna raised her hand and pointed at Jack.

"I said, that's enough." Rebecca stared hard at Anna, her jaw clenched.

Anna threw the belt at Jack and stomped back up the stairs in nothing but the flimsy rose colored satin robe she had come down in. When she had reached the top step she turned and faced the flustered young man. "I'm done with you Jack Branson, you hear me. I'm done." Anna strode across the upper floor until she reached her room and slammed the door behind her.

"Who was that?" The dark-headed stranger asked, his mouth gaped open in wonder.

"You don't want no part of her. Trust me." Jack turned and said to the stranger then turned back to Rebecca. "Becca, I'm not a satisfied customer. I want a free visit or I'm telling my pa."

"You go ahead and do that, Jack, and I'll be sure to tell him that each week when you come into to town to deposit his wages, you spend at least fifty dollars in my establishment before you return home." Rebecca crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, daring Jack to continue.

"Well, now, now, no need to get yourself all concerned about a little misunderstanding, Rebecca. I was just kiddin' about talkin' to your daddy."

"Uh huh." Rebecca relaxed her shoulders and turned to give Curtis a quick wink and hide her triumphant smile.

"I think we can leave this little incident between the two of us, like civil folk." Jack laughed nervously.

"Right, Jack. I'll see you Thursday." Rebecca nodded her head.

"Yes, ma'am." Jack tipped his hat and was out the door before another word could be said.

Rebecca laughed to herself and shook her head as she walked behind the bar. "I'm sorry, gentleman. Usually our girls are much calmer than that. We just have one girl with a little more spunk than the others. I can fix you up with one of them, if it suits you."

The dark-headed man tipped his hat back even further on his head and smiled broadly.

My name is Rebecca by the way, I help run this establishment. Our beds and girls are clean and our whiskey is the best you can find within a day's travel of here."

"Riley." The dark-headed man nodded.

"Del." The boy kept his hat low and never moved to look anywhere but at the bar counter.

"Where y'all headed?" Rebecca propped her elbows on the bar.

"California." Riley offered and knocked back a shot of whiskey.

Del nudged Riley with his arm and shook his head in disapproval.

"What, I can't say where were goin'? That's not saying anything," Riley questioned Del.

Del threw back a shot of whiskey and spoke, "I'd like to see that room now if I could ma'am. You coming, Ry?"

"No, I was thinking about maybe checking out some of these girls here." A goofy grin played across his face.

"Whatever. Just don't spend all our money." Del threw his saddlebag over his shoulder and waited for Rebecca to lead him to the room.

"Curtis, I'll be right back."

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Rebecca led Del outside the saloon doors and around the wraparound porch to the boarding house in the back of the building. The room was up a narrow set a stairs at the far corner of the building. The steps creaked as they walked up the weather-beaten staircase, paint chipping off the railing as Rebecca ran her hand along it for support. Her father wouldn't spend a cent on the business if he didn't need to and fresh paint seemed like a ridiculous prospect in this hell-hole of a town.

"Well, this is it." Rebecca unlocked the door and pushed it open so Del could step inside.

"I know it don't look like much, but the room is clean, no fleas, and the bed is soft. This room is a little bigger than most and has a tub." Del paced around the room, running her hand along the sturdy wooden desk against the wall and rocking the chair from side to side to see if it was solid enough to support her less than substantial weight. "A-And breakfast is served at eight in the mornin' downstairs. That's included."

Del nodded, keeping his head low. "It seems fine. Thank you." Del tipped his hat and dropped his saddle back on the small wooden desk against the wall.

"You sure don't talk much, not like your friend downstairs." Rebecca tried to strike up a conversation with the strange boy.

"He does enough talking for both of us I think."

Rebecca could just make out a hint of smirk from the thin pink lips under the broad brim of hat and it made her smile.

"You can hang your hat and coat up here." Rebecca pointed to hook on the side of the wall. I just have to see his face again. Look in those eyes.

"I'm fine, thank you." Del turned his back, effectively ending the discussion.

"Oh, okay. Well, holler if you need anything." Rebecca stepped toward the door and closed it behind herself.

She had met a lot of odd people since managing the boarding house for her daddy, but Del had to be the most peculiar He was so quiet and withdrawn and his features were that of an almost pretty young man. Rebecca's imagination took hold and she started to wonder if the two men were outlaws and this pretty boy was some murderer that she was now renting a room to. Bath! Rebecca remembered she had forgotten to ask if she should get water for a bath and what if this murderous bastard would be furious and come down into the saloon and shoot her. Oh Lord, I can still fix this. She spun on her heel and started back up the stairs, making her way back to Del's room whilst preparing an apology. When she got the top of the stairs she was so worked up that she opened his door without a thought and that's when she got the shock of her life. Del was lying on the bed; his hat and duster hung on the chair and his boots tossed to the floor. As soon as she pushed open the door he shot up into a sitting position startled by the sudden uninvited entry..

Rebecca could she Del's whole face and his eyes widened as he gazed at her. Rebecca was about to apologize when the reality of who Del was exploded in her like a stick of dynamite. Del's face not that of a boy at all — she was a girl, a beautiful green-eyed girl. Rebecca's mouth gaped open as she stood frozen in the threshold. The strange girl's hair blazed like a golden-bonfire in December and it was cut short just past the collar on her neck. Without her duster on Rebecca could make just make out the curves of her body under the loose fitting trousers, half-unbuttoned shirt and suspenders draping around her waist. Del may have been dressed in man's clothes, but she was most unmistakably a woman.

"Close the door Del ya?" Del called over to Rebecca.

"S-Sorry, mist . . ."

"It's all right. I know you know. I can tell from the look on your face." Dell ran her thin fingers through her short hair shaking out the dust as she did it.

"W-Why are you dressed like a . . . man."

"Well, that's a long story. Let's just say, people don't care too much for a woman toting guns and riding across country, unless you're in wagon or a buggy that is. They kinda find it a bit unnatural."

"Oh." Rebecca knew all about that. She had been praying daily for certain unnatural thoughts about some the girls in the brothel to go away. So far, it hadn't worked, but it didn't stop any effort on her part.

"You're not gonna say anything are ya? We're just about a week out from where we're going and I'd hate to get stalled now." Del's brow creased with worry.

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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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