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Kelly (Chapter 10, part 1)
Todd woke up to the feeling of a warm mouth gently sucking on his very erect cock. He had been dreaming, or so he thought, a very erotic dream filled with vivid sensual imagery of a sexual night spent with Kelly.
As his eyes slowly took in the sight of Kelly's head bobbing up and down on his shaft, he realized it had not been a dream. It had finally happened. He and Kelly had totally consummated their relationship.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said.
Kelly stopped only long enough to shush him saying she was busy and returned to Todd's now throbbing dick. Throbbing because he was aware this wasn't a dream and her attentions to his shaft were bringing him precariously close to the edge.
Kelly could feel his glans swelling in her mouth and started to slow the pace down to make his climax last and to make it special for him. She had wanted to have him cum while still asleep but was just as pleased to feel him respond so vigorously to her ministrations knowing it was her sucking on his cock.
Gentle squeezing on his balls was enough to bring Todd over the edge and with bucking hips he shot his load into her eagerly waiting mouth. As he softened after the intense climax, Kelly continued to bathe his deflating cock, washing off with her tongue the remnants of last night's coupling. Todd moaned sporadically.
Finally, with a deep satisfied sigh, Kelly swung her legs off the bed and stood up.
"I think we better have a shower before we make an appearance, don't you?" she asked. |
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Blackmail
| I'm a lesbian and have never tried to hide it. I mean, I don't go out knocking doors in the neighborhood proclaiming that I'm a lesbian, but if somebody were to ask me if I was, I would say yes. |
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| Now my partner Valerie is different. She works at a school and if it ever got out that she liked women, her career would be over, at least that's what she thinks. |
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| So when I got home from work, and started to ask how her day was I could see that she was visibly shaken, so I asked, "what's the matter baby?". It was then that she handed me the envelope, and as she did the pictures fell out on the floor. |
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| "Oh my God it's us" I screamed. It was pictures of us making love in the living room. I was trying to rack my brain how somebody could've taken our pictures because we live on the 10th floor of a high rise apartment. The closest building was quite a ways way. Then I read the note. It said unless we paid them they would report my partner to the school and she would lose her job. We were to expect them that night. |
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| As we both went to the balcony and tried to figure out how they could have taken pictures, we heard the buzzer to the intercom indicating that it had to be the dirty bastard who took the pictures and I was furious. |
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| As Val went to answer the buzzer I went to do a couple of things to prepare for our visitor. |
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Posted: 2:02 PM, Friday, April 18 in Lesbian |
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One Night At The Faraway Club
| Robin White's evening was definitely starting to look up now. Until the handsome stranger had bought her that first drink at 10:30, she had been starting to think she was losing her touch. It was Saturday night, the party night, on a warm summer's evening and, for the first time in nearly a year now, no one, not a single male, had asked her to accompany him to the Faraway Club for a night of drinking, dancing, and, as was well known among the public servants of Marshall County, fornication after it was all over. Not one paramedic, EMT, firefighter, cop, or ER tech had wanted to experience her charms that night, this despite her well-earned reputation as the woman who willingly gave it up for the price of a night out. What was wrong with her? Was she losing her looks? Her charms? Had they all experienced her enough now that they didn't want her anymore? She had fretted over these questions for most of the previous week, stressing more about her lack of a date than she ever had about her unpaid bills, or her deteriorating relationship with her roommate, or any of the other hundred and five things she should have been worried about. |
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| Still, date or no date, she simply could not stay away from the Faraway Club that night. The popular dance club in downtown Heritage-a place with an almost infamous reputation-was her weekend home. She never missed a Saturday there, not even the time she'd had the flu. She had even gone the week her father had died, accompanying John Mallet, one of the day watch Sheriff Deputies, the night before the funeral. And she had fucked him well afterwards, too. Just because no one happened to ask her out for this particular Saturday night, she was damned if she was going to sit home and watch her roommate study. |
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| And so, feeling depressed, dejected, old and used up, the 25-year-old registration clerk from Valley Medical Center had driven her own vehicle downtown to Faraway, had walked alone to the front entrance of the club, and had paid her own cover charge for the first time in forever. She was dressed to kill, as was the usual case on weekends, sporting a strapless black mini-skirt that showed off her bulging boobs on the top and her slightly chunky, though well-muscled dancer's legs on the bottom. |
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| The club was its usual loud, semi-chaotic self as she entered. Modern dance music boomed from the sound system while men and women, most between the ages of 21 and 30, most dressed in the latest trendy clothes, bumped and grinded out on the floor. The bartenders behind the large bar at the front of the room worked frantically to keep up with the endless stream of customers. Every cocktail table was filled, many with other regulars like her, men and women she knew well from running into them twice every week. Many of the men had experienced her sexual charms at one time or another. She saw John Mallet out there dancing with Jana Hansen. She even saw Jim Hartman, the divorced, reclusive paramedic whom she had initiated to this place not so very long before and who had taken her on return trips three times since. He was rubbing chests with Darlene Sandringham, one of the young nurses from the VMC-ER's swing shift. Robin, just two weeks before, had been the one to suggest they might have a little something in common in the first place. How ironic that Jim the hermit was now here with a date while she was going stag. |
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| Since she did have many friends among the Faraway crowd it didn't take her long to find a table to sit at and some friendly conversation. All of her friends expressed disbelief at her inability to find a date and seemed to take a perverse delight in mentioning it to her again and again. A few of the regulars asked her to dance and she went willingly with them out onto the floor, displaying her usual tireless grace, but without an official date it just wasn't the same. The regulars she danced with all knew the peculiar set of rules she had established long ago. They could be friendly with her out on the floor, even overly friendly to a degree, but she would only leave the club with her date, would only sleep with her date when the evening was over. As such, her prospects for getting laid tonight seemed dim since all of the men who danced with her kept a respectful distance. Another rule was that she would allow only her date to buy drinks for her. Since no one else in here qualified as her date and since all were well conditioned to this rule, she found herself forced to spend her own money for her Long Island iced teas, and, as such, she drank very little since the fucking things cost seven bucks apiece. |
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Posted: 2:32 PM, Wednesday, February 20 in Lesbian |
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The Blind Date
| Linda stared at her open closet like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching semi, sensing the impending doom but so paralyzed with fear it couldn't move out of harm's way. She lost track of just how long she'd been standing there in her bra and panties, sighing in frustration, wondering what the hell she was going to wear, while asking herself the same question over and over again. How had she ever been talked into going on a blind date? |
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| Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Linda thought about the events of the last week. She figured if she retraced her steps enough times she could pinpoint her exact moment of weakness, the moment she had caved, the moment she had lost all common sense. Most of the time she considered herself a reasonable, intelligent woman. The people at the firm where she worked sure thought so. But last week had seen a major lapse of judgment on her part, and the trouble began when Jaqui, one of the investment associates, began talking about her friend Alex. It had been a nonstop barrage of Alex-this and Alex-that which started at lunch on Monday and never let up. |
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Alex was new in town.
Alex was bright.
Alex had a great sense of humor.
Alex was single. |
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| That last one came up a lot and Linda knew better than to take the bait. Jaqui was notorious for trying to fix people up. Everyone around the office called her The Matchmaker, like in Fiddler on the Roof. Since she had been without a man in her life for a while now Linda knew she would be the focus of Jaqui's efforts sooner or later. But she had no idea how persistent Jaqui would be! The woman raved on and on about how wonderful Alex was, how perfect the two of them were for each other. It never stopped! |
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Alex loved the theater.
Alex played racquetball.
Alex was a good catch. |
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| Five days under that kind of assault finally wore down her defenses. Linda gave in, telling Jaqui she would go out with Alex. She let an elated Jaqui arrange the date without protest, wanting it over and done with. The sooner she went out with Alex the sooner Jaqui would stop pestering her and she could get on with her life. |
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| Linda looked around her bedroom and thought about the last time she'd had someone else in it. What kind of life would she be going back to? Deep down, Linda knew there was another reason she had given in to Jaqui's constant nagging. She was lonely. It was the kind of lonely that couldn't be remedied by the magic wand she left on the bedside table where she could reach it whenever the need arose. And the need arose a lot. More often than not she sought comfort in her vibrator before going to sleep at night and again first thing in the morning, but lately the experience, while pleasurable, left her feeling unsatisfied. |
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Making The Bid
| Sara walked into the hotel bar. There were still a lot of delegates milling around, but at first she didn't think there was anyone she knew. Oh well, no drink then, just straight to bed. She was actually leaving the room when she bumped into Beth, who looked tired, but managed a smile at Sara. |
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| "Hi, how's it going?" Beth asked. Sara was surprised Beth had even recognised that Sara was on the bid team. Beth ran the whole show, and Sara was just a summer intern filling in time before her first year at university. But then it was typical of Beth to know that kind of detail. She was an impressive lady, and all the more so because despite her success in business she seemed, so far as Sara was able to tell, to be a decent person too. And pretty, and a husband and two kids. At 42 Beth seemed to have it all. Sara sighed. One day. |
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| "Fine, thanks," Sara replied.She wasn't sure what she was meant to say. |
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| "How do you think the presentation went?" asked Beth. Again, Sara was surprised. Why the hell did Beth care what Sara thought? |
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| "Well I thought it was pretty good, but maybe too many figures and not enough vision thing." It was bold to criticise, but what the hell, it was a summer job, and Beth had asked. |
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| "Ha." Beth didn't seem upset. "I thought so too. You're our summer intern right?" Sara nodded. "Is it Sara?" Sara really was impressed. "Listen, I think I'm done here, and I hate this kind of alcoholic gladhanding anyway. Care to have a nightcap in my suite? You can remind me what it's like to have it all ahead." |
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| Walking into Beth's suite, Sara was sure Beth couldn't know how excited Sara was at this invitation. Not so much because she was having a private drink with the boss, although Sara was ambitious enough to want to grasp any opportunity offered. No, the root of Sara's excitement was much baser. Although Sara's sexual experience with other women was fairly limited, there was something about Beth that turned her on badly. It was maybe Beth's grace, her poise, the fact that she always looked immaculate but not as if she'd made too much effort. And the fact that, although her face showed the lines of her age, she still had a neat, sexy figure. How did she find the time to work out with all her other responsibilities? |
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The Dress Shop
| I was visiting Montreal, Canada for the first time in a long time and decided to do some window shopping on St. Catharine Street, before I headed back to the hotel. Walking and looking in the store windows I saw this quaint little shop with some Summer prints in the window. Now usually I can't buy anything off the rack because it always needs to be let out in the bust, so I usually wear just tops and pants, but I decided to give it a try. |
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Opening the door I was greeted by a little bell announcing my arrival and welcomed by a striking lady, who I assumed to be the owner, while another lady sat in a chair nearby. With a smile she welcomed me in French, and I replied in English that I was
interested in the prints in the window. |
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| Looking me up and down, she asked "a size 4?" "No" I replied, "I'm a size 6". "Follow me" she said, as we headed to the back and the changing rooms. Upon entering the room I noticed it was nothing like the changing rooms I was used to. It had lamps and a small sofa, which gave it a continental touch. |
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| She motioned to me to remove my clothes so that she could get the correct measurements, and when she saw that I was braless, she remarked "no bra? Oh but you need the support. That is a D cup, no?" "No" I replied "a C cup", as I tried to explain that I had been hours on a flight and the straps were hurting my shoulders. |
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| As she proceeded to take my hip and waist measurements, I couldn't help notice that her eyes kept returning to my breasts, but my gaydar radar didn't tell me she was a lesbian, and I can usually tell because I'm a lesbian. |
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| As she stood behind me to measure my bust she took the measurements, and then cupped my breasts to show me, or so I thought, how I needed support. I felt the slightest pressure between her thumb and forefinger on my nipples, and instantly they got rock hard. I could see our reflection in the huge mirror. There she was standing behind me with her hands on my breasts and I was loving it. |
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Teaching Jessica
The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on
half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of
the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the
high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more
intense. Haley glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final
word of instruction to the young man standing before her. |
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"All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work
everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running
until the start of the exhibition." |
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It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when
the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Haley
taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive
college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a
professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a
few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty
after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris. |
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She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the
room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely
appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them - nor even
anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the
spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified
from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise
that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this
way. Haley hadn't had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the
school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used
for. |
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Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double
duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the
edge of the loft. Haley felt her chest tighten with excitement. It
was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The
blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an
unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite
frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Haley felt her
thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up. |
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Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double
duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the
edge of the loft. Haley felt her chest tighten with excitement. It
was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The
blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an
unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite
frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Haley felt her
thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up |
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"I'm Jessica," she introduced herself simply once Haley found the
stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French
manicure. Haley was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they
shook hands. |
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"Haley," she reciprocated. "I teach the upper-level fine arts
courses here." |
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"I know," Jessica smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. "I
watch you a lot." |
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Haley tried to mask her expression, but Jessica saw through the
attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange. |
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"I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When
the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at
the chance to get one of them. I just love art," she explained. |
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Haley was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but
Jessica had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own
long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jessica a
warm smile. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked. "I've been
meaning to come take a look up here, but I'm always too busy." |
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"I work in alumni relations," Jessica said, then gave Haley a short
description of what that entailed. "Mostly, my day is spent on the
phone or talking with people," she concluded. |
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"I've only seen you in passing a couple of times before today,"
Haley noted |
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Jessica nodded. "I host a number of events as part of the job, so
I'm often out of the office or traveling." |
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"That must be tough on your husband, if you're married," Haley
ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a
wedding band. Something about Jessica excited her very deeply, but she
guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be
bisexual or a lesbian. |
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| "No, I'm not married," Jessica said wistfully. |
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| "Boyfriend?" |
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A sour expression crossed Jessica's face. "If you can call him
that, I guess." It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Haley
left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic. |
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| "Say, those are great glasses!" |
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Jessica smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being
off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of
talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town. |
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Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta,
and copious amounts of giggling, Haley was lying in her bed. Or
perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She
was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking
like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present,
and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the
evening. Soon Haley could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices
slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore. |
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Haley was not the prototypical lesbian - not by a long shot.
Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for
makeup, she would never have been called a "dyke" by anyone. But she
hadn't been with a man since her first year of college, and didn't
have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and
passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she
enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of
another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already
moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jessica's pussy
must taste and smell like. |
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Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much
opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Haley hadn't been with a
woman in several months - since before leaving France, in fact.
Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some
lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and
vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to
herself, is that she didn't have to hide away her toys from prying
eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the
second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now. |
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Haley withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick
cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low
speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander.
Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jessica filled her mind.
Haley felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined
in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match
her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to
climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself. |
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That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining
kissing Jessica's soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough
to bring Haley to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the
vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo
against her oozing gash. She didn't try to fuck herself right away;
instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo,
letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate
its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy
was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt. |
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That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long,
steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of
herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then
plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the
vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her
clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more
as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jessica's clenching
pussy. |
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Over the course of the next couple weeks, Haley and Jessica saw
each other occasionally. As she had described, Jessica was often out
of the office, and as a professor Haley spent as much time out of the
classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they
found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends
and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible |
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Haley learned gradually that Jessica's boyfriend of the past year,
Harry, left a lot to be desired. It wasn't that he was abusive, or
anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern
of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her
to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite
blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn't that Jessica
was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well
put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and
slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches
inevitably left Haley heated and masturbating both in the women's room
during the day, and in her bedroom at night. |
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But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely
frustrating for Haley. As their friendship deepened, it became more
difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were
no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Haley found herself
staring constantly at Jessica's firm 32B breasts, especially on those
days when Jessica wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a
loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really
felt like she had been "caught", but Jessica never said anything about
it. |
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One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish
restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Haley had
noticed that Jessica was dressed a little sexier than normal, and
wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on
appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the
fruity liquor, Haley couldn't keep herself from making a comment. |
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"Jessica, you look great tonight," she said lightly. "What's the
occasion?" |
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Jessica scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter
over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled,
she finally responded. |
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"I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But
right before I ran into you he called and cancelled - said there was a
game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this
shit all the fucking time!" |
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Haley was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed
almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jessica realized she had stunned
her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times
in a single sentence, in front of Haley. |
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Haley struggled to find something to say. From what she had come
to believe, this was vintage Harry, and she felt that the guy was a
real jerk who didn't deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she
was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really
attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself? |
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Luckily Jessica solved the problem for her by calling for the
check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had
convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a
couple large to-go cups. "Let's get out of here," Jessica said, taking
Haley's arm. |
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"Where do you want to go?" Haley asked. Not that it really
mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to
spend more time with the object of her desires. |
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"Isn't your place just around the corner?" Jessica asked gaily.
"We can play cards or something." |
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That settled, the two blondes left the restaurant arm in arm and
headed out along the moderately trafficked Main Street. Haley had
rented a medium-sized apartment right in town when she had arrived at
the college earlier that fall. It was convenient to shopping, dining,
and the small four-screen cinema downtown. This evening she was very
glad to have chosen such a convenient location. Jessica surprised her
once again as they passed the corner store by her apartment though. |
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"Hang on for a second - I want to get some cigarettes," she said
and dashed inside. |
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She returned in a minute with a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and
matches. Stripping the wrapping from the box, she pulled out an
all-white cigarette and put it between her lips, then lit it with a
match. Haley was amazed and it showed on her face |
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| "I didn't know you smoked," she said incredulously. |
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Jessica grinned and exhaled a stream of smoke. "I only do it when
I've been drinking and in certain moods," she admitted. She took
another deep drag and pulled Haley along before any further questions
could be asked. |
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Upon arriving in the apartment, Jessica cooed with delight at the
canvases that covered the walls. Most were unframed and had a raw,
powerful energy to them. She examined each closely, not realizing
that Haley was standing right behind her until she backed up into her.
Haley felt her cunt lurch when Jessica's back pressed against her
breasts. Jessica stepped only slightly forward and looked over her
shoulder into Haley's eyes. "Did you do all of these?" she asked
breathlessly. |
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| "Most of them," Haley nodded. "You like?" |
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Jessica's eyes were glowing. "They're incredible. You're a
wonderful artist!" They talked about the paintings for a few minutes,
and then Jessica asked where the bathroom was. |
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"Down that hallway, across from my bedroom," Haley pointed. She
headed into the kitchen to get real glasses for the sangria while
Jessica went to the restroom. A couple of minutes later a surprised
burst of laughter startled her. Jessica was standing in the doorway of
the bathroom, looking through her open bedroom door. |
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"I see why you don't need a boyfriend," she teased nervously,
reaching into her purse and taking out another cigarette. |
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Haley was aghast, and felt the blood drain from her face as her
angelic friend mirthfully lit up. Dreading what she knew she would
find, she walked to the doorway and looked in - and there it was, her
biggest dildo sitting atop the second set of pillows. She hadn't been
expecting company and hadn't bothered to hide it after an interlude
the night before. |
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Suddenly Jessica realized how stricken and embarrassed her friend
was. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said touching Haley's shoulder.
"Hell, I wish I were so lucky to have toys like that. Harry won't let
me." |
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Something snapped in Haley at that moment. She no longer cared
about the risks of rejection. She was so desperately attracted to
Jessica that nothing was going to be able to stop her from acting. |
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"Well, that's one reason I don't have boyfriends," Haley said
softly. She sidled closer as Jessica took a long puff from her
cigarette. "And to be blunt, your boyfriend sounds like he doesn't
deserve you. You should be treated better." |
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A pink flush began traveling up Jessica's neck and cheeks. She
found herself looking intently at Haley's ample 38D breasts advancing
towards her |
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"I have to tell you," Haley warned in a husky voice, "Looking at
my tits like that is going to cause an intense reaction." |
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Jessica looked up, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Umm...you,
well...you've looked at my chest...I think...maybe once or twice.. |
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That was as far as she got before Haley's lips were upon hers,
gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened
her smoky mouth and let Haley's tongue penetrate to flick against her
own in a wet duel. Jessica felt Haley's hand slide up to cup one of
her breasts and found her body responding, pushing forward to increase
the amount of contact. |
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"Oh God," she whispered. "I've never done this before...been
with a woman." |
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| "You wanted it, though," Haley insisted. |
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Jessica nodded, kissing Haley again. "I did...I didn't realize
it, but that's exactly right...I think I sensed that you..." |
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Haley hushed her, kissing her firmly and expKellyng her delicious
mouth with an agile pink tongue. "I'm going to show you pleasure in
ways your boyfriend couldn't dream of," she promised. She led Jessica
into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her blouse. |
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Jessica wore a navy blouse and a cream colored skirt, with flesh
colored lace bra and panties. It was a subtle but sexy ensemble that
was soon revealed as Haley pulled away the blouse and skirt. She
cupped one of Jessica's pert tits in her hand and lifted it, kissing
the smooth flesh to the accompanying moans of her inexperienced
friend. |
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Jessica was like putty in her hands. She was in sensory overload
as her mind tried to process all that was occurring. When Haley
hooked two fingers in her panties, she obligingly rocked her hips and
lifted her feet to enable the underwear to fall away, revealing a
closely trimmed blonde bush. The sight was incredible, exactly as
Haley had imagined it. She moved a finger down to tease a droplet of
wetness from between the slightly dangling lips, then brought it to
her mouth and enjoyed the flavor. |
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"Mmm," she moaned huskily. "You taste just like I've been hoping
you would." Noticing Jessica starting to bounce a little on her feet,
Haley realized that her new blonde lover was a bit impatient. She
moved her hand back down between Jessica's legs and found her to be
quite wet. Casually, she rubbed a finger lightly up and down through
the moist slit for several seconds as they kissed again. Then she
pushed Jessica toward the bed. |
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Her voice a little shaky, Jessica motioned with her half-gone
cigarette. "Do you have someplace I could put this out?" she
inquired. |
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"Don't worry about it - it's kind of sexy. You can smoke while I
eat," Haley replied, pressing Jessica onto the sheets of the bed so
that she was resting with her legs spread widely. Haley knelt before
her nearly naked friend, still fully dressed herself. "Pull the cups
off your tits," she commanded softly. Jessica instantly complied,
revealing disproportionately large areolas and nipples the color of
pink grapefruit. Haley lowered her face into Jessica's oozing sex. |
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This close up, the scent was intoxicating. She paused to simply
breathe it in, enjoying the familiarity of aroused female musk, and
the subtle differences that made this pussy foreign to all others she
had known. She could smell different flavors of it as her face moved
slowly closer to the source. Slowly it grew richer and more intense
until her lips were resting in the slick crease and her nose was
tickling the clit. Jessica arched, trying to increase the gradually
building pressure against her mound. |
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"Come on Haley, lick me," she begged. She took a drag from her
cigarette and exhaled hard. "I want to know what it feels like to
have a woman do it." |
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As much as she wanted to wait, make Jessica beg for it until
desperate, Haley couldn't restrain herself. Not after those hard
weeks of hiding her feelings. She simply pressed her tongue into the
depths of the steaming slit and tasted the sweet honey within. Then
in a single long stroke she licked from the base of Jessica's gash up
to her clit. From the head of the bed came a loud moan, muffled by
the soft legs pressed against Haley's ears. |
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For the next few minutes Haley settled into a straightforward
routine. She would lick and kiss Jessica's erect little clit until her
body rocked from side to side in vast waves of pleasure. Then she
would slip lower, until she felt the folds of the soft vaginal skin
spread to engulf her tongue and let the warm cunt-syrup collect in her
mouth before swallowing. Soon Jessica was in complete rapture. |
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When Haley pulled away for a moment, Jessica's disappointment was
instantly obvious. Haley simply smiled mysteriously and asked for the
big dildo on the pillow. |
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"Oh God," Jessica whispered as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped
from within her. "I need something so badly...but it's so big. It's
much bigger than Harry's cock. In fact, it's bigger than anything
I've ever had inside me..." Nevertheless, she grasped the heavy dong
in one hand that failed to close around it, and slowly handed it to
Haley. |
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Haley smiled. "Close your eyes baby," she whispered soothingly.
"I can make you feel better than he can." It was the opportunity that
she had awaited since the moment she first saw Jessica - a chance to
introduce her to the pleasures of the gentler sex, and to show her why
someone like Harry who didn't appreciate her properly did not deserve
her. |
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She wiped the thick black dildo through Jessica's dripping gash
several times until it was well and completely lubricated. Then, once
again affixing her mouth to that delicious rosebud clit, she began
working it into Jessica's depths with short, firm strokes. The head
slipped in surprisingly easily, since it was actually the thickest
part of the dildo. However, at about an inch in, Haley encountered
some resistance. |
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From that point on, every stroke of the dildo was a struggle
against the natural tightness of Jessica's tunnel. With each thrust, a
bit more of it disappeared into the blonde thatched pussy as the skin
stretched to accommodate the immense girth. Within seconds of
starting, Jessica began riding one gigantic wave of constant climax.
She had never been so thoroughly and completely filled in her life,
and the experience was incredibly intense for her. Her cries filled
the room as she begged Haley not to stop, never to stop.. |
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"I want to do you now," Jessica said. "I don't know what to do,
exactly, but I want to try." So saying, she put her hands on Haley's
shoulders and pushed her flat onto her back. The position caused
Haley's large breasts to strain the buttons of her blouse, and Jessica
used her teeth to sensually release each button from its tension.
Soon the shirt fell away of its own accord to reveal a full-cupped
black satin bra. |
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"It's takes quite a bra to hold in boobs like yours, doesn't it?"
Jessica teased her. Fortunately, it was a front clasping bra, which
made it quite easy to free the heavy tits from their confinement.
Haley's nipples were of average size, but quite dark, and very hard by
this point. Jessica lowered her head to Haley's chest and began gently
suckling on one breast almost as if she were nursing. At first Haley
found the sensation merely interesting, although erotic since it was
her lover's first contact with another woman. But after a few minutes
of the steadily growing pressure she found her breath growing short.
Meanwhile, Jessica was firmly pinching and rolling the other nipple
with one hand, and squeezing the breast she was sucking with the other
hand, as if she were milking it. |
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The sensation grew in intensity until Haley felt like there was a
direct electrical connection running from her breast to her pussy.
Jessica's intense suction felt like she was trying to draw the essence
of Haley's sexuality out through just the nipple. Surprisingly it led
to a small orgasm. When Jessica pulled away, the nipple was red,
swollen, and throbbing with blood flowing near the skin. |
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"That was nice," Jessica commented. She then turned her attention
to the other nipple and repeated the process. It came faster this
time, and also more powerfully, and within a few minutes another
climax rippled through Haley's body. |
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Jessica gave Haley a few seconds to recover, then slid downwards -
rubbing her much smaller breasts down Haley's legs as she drew off her
pants. Gazing upon the shaved twat that glistened before her, Jessica
felt an overwhelming desire course through her. Suddenly she
understood instinctively what Haley must have felt between her low
legs. She lowered her mouth to the bald cunt and took her first taste
of another woman. |
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It rapidly became five, then twenty, then hundreds of tastes as
she let her pink tongue explore the myriad crevices and folds of skin
down there with leisurely abandon. For Haley, though, there was
nothing leisurely about it. She was shuddering with pleasure at
Jessica's raw talent. |
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| "The dildo ..." she gasped, "Give it to me...hard - fast!" |
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Jessica felt around the bed without turning her face away. Soon
enough she found the thick dong and grasped it. It was still sticky
with her own juices. She put the head of it to Haley's cunt and,
heeding the frenzied demands, pushed it smoothly up her until the
heavy cyberskin balls were bumping Haley's puckered anus. |
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"Fuck..." Jessica whispered in shock, amazed at the ease with
which the dong had slid home in her new lover. Haley reached down and
took dual handfuls of Jessica's wavy blonde hair, pulling her face
tightly into her pussy and climaxing so hard that she squirted small
amounts of cunt juices onto Jessica's lips and cheeks. Her screams
were loud enough to echo from the walls and Jessica was thankful that
the windows were closed. |
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Some time later, as their bodies lay entwined and they snuggled
in a romantic afterglow, Haley asked the question that was sitting
heavily in her mind. |
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"So Jessica, was this a one-time thing? Or do you think you might
be interested in being my girlfriend? And what about Harry?" |
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Jessica smiled. "I think Harry is history. You definitely made
me feel better all right." And she leaned in to kiss the new woman in
her life. |
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Posted: 2:49 PM, Thursday, January 4 in Lesbian |
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