a good lesbian love affair

[lala]

i'd like to start a lesbian story with someone else, and i'd like to see the end, i hope it won't pitter out before it's gotten good,if a whole bunch want to be in it, we'll work everyone in somehow, i'm open to almost everything, so let me know if anybody wants to join
thanks,
lala

 

[Maryanne]

Love to. Where would you like to start? I was working on one that petered out, so I'm in it for the long pull. (Grin)

How about high school friends meeting 15 years later? Or, as you like.

Maryanne

 

[lala]

that works for me,
my character: sarah, short dark hair, long eyelashes, 5'6", slim, 36c, green eyes, likes to wear long skirts with high slits, and strappy tops that show off a tattoo- a pair of wings across her shoulders, (i have to put my tats in my stories )

i was just stepping out for a walk to watch the sunset for a little peace and quiet,... when i remembered i live in new york, where not a minute goes bye without hearing someone scream and obscenity, the smog is worse in rush hour, and good riddance to the sun, i'm baking no matter what i wear.

i was headed to my favorite italian bakery. a writer has to get inspiration somewhere, and since my lovelife hasn't seemed to produce any in,... too long, cannoli is the next best thing.

across the street i thought i saw a familiar face in the crowd, not that that's unusual in new york, so i crossed when it looked safest, (sometimes it seems like the walk signal just means you're slightly less likely to get hit than any other time) and passed you, an old high school bud i thought i'd left behind millenia ago, i hailed you as you almost bumped into me

 

[lala]

she said she'd do it,... where'd she go? (pout)

 

[Maryanne]

"Kate? .......... Katie? is that you?" Her voice was tentative at first, hardly audible above the street noise. I stepped off the curb before I realized she was talking to me. "Katie?" louder, more insistent

I turned and looked up at the tall girl, familiar, but, who …………….. "Yikes ……SARAH! Ohmigod, it can’t be!……………… Hey, I love your hair short …………….. almost didn’t recognise you. ……… for heavens sake, how are you!"

Safely back on the curb we hugged in the familiar way of old friends. "Jeez, I’m sorry, I was daydreaming. Never expected to see anybody I know!" The shock of seeing a familiar face here on my first day made me slightly breathless. "How long has it been ? Uh….. sixteen years? God, look at you, you look fantastic."

She did, too, making me feel just a little bit on the country bumpkin side. We were a real contrast, Sarah looking casual but sophisticated in a long skirt slit to mid thigh, dark hair, me with my old fashioned long blonde hair, mini-skirt at mid thigh and sensible heels made for walking! Frankly, Sarah looked like she had come a long way from Van Wert, Ohio; I was afraid I just looked a long way from home.

 

[lala]

i couldn't believe what i was seeing, katie looked fabulous, no more hair teasing or leg warmers had done her a world of good, as i'm sure it did for me, she was cute in a little mini skirt, showing off some long legs, and looked far more comfortable than i was, pounding the pavement in new york is made for hiking boots, not the ridiculous strappy things i had on,

holding her arm firmly in mine i half dragged her to the shop i was headed to, babbling about lost time and getting back up to date, what an awesome bakery it was, old highschool friends, not even thinking about whether or not she had some place to go,

"you look wonderful" i said, appraising her thoroughly once we got off the street, she didn't look like she thought she looked wonderful, she had a deer in the headlights look, like she wasn't really comfortable at all, i cocked my head, and murmured, "so how long have you been in new york anyhow?" we had so much catching up to do i didn't know where to start,...

 

[Maryanne]

We had needed no time at all to renew our friendship. It was just as if we had never been apart, picking up without a skipped beat, as if just continuing a conversation started the night before. Sarah had always stimulated an excitement in me, all during our childhood in the old neighborhood, through high school and even in college before we drifted in our separate ways.

She bubbled on, telling me of her life in New York; I found myself staring in fascination as she raced along. I nibbled on a huge, delicious Scone she had ordered for me, my tongue dipping into the large dollop of creme fraise and strawberry jam and slowly sucking it between my lips. I couldn’t help admiring her elegant good looks, staring at the way her lush red lips accented the white of her teeth. My eyes were drawn to the beautiful smooth skin of her cleavage where her hand idly toyed with the open top button of her crisp green cotton blouse. My mind returned to the same fascination and joy I had felt in the old days, sitting and gabbing with Sarah.

I was shaken out of my reverie as she turned easily to questioning me. I quickly brushed through the facts bringing her up to date, brief failed marriage, getting bored with the same old, same old at home, and now coming here with a new job in commercial art, starting tomorrow,

"You gotta be kidding, you married Billy? No kidding!’ her laughter was easy, her eyes probing, but she didn’t pursue it. I was relieved not to go too much into it. "Good grief, you just got here? Where are you staying? Have you found a place?"

"Here look at my list of apartments!" I laughed a laugh I didn’t really feel, betraying the confusion I was feeling deep inside after a day of searching. "I’m in a hotel, close to , ……… what is it called … Washington Park? …………….. "

 

[lala]

ooc: a reply on the way, i didn't want to post substandard material just for the sake of keeping up, it'll be there soon though!

 

[lala]

"you're staying with me and that's the end of it" i said,

i hadn't really been listening to her, i was watching her cute little tongue flick out to catch a crumb on her lip, or the way she bounced her right leg which was crossed over her left, and the way she brushed a wisp of hair out of her eye,

i came back to listening when she said she was staying at a hotel, no matter how good a hotel was, (and i didn't think she had the honeymoon suite) it didn't compare to a home, and certainly not one that offered company, maids are cute, but you can't stay up late and tell them everything, besides, i wanted to get re-acquainted with my gorgeous long lost friend, and what better way than to cook her dinner?

"i've been writing lately, and if there's anything for inspiration it's an adventure, why don't you come over tonight and i'll cook you dinner and you can tell me more about how you got here,..."

i paused, waiting for her reaction,...she looked tired, and lonely, i thought, all she needs is a little girltalk, get her mind off of this big ugly city, a hot shower and chocolate ice cream could even get her to mean it when she smiled.

"come on, what do you say kid, a sleepover, for old time's sake, we could do each other's nails and bitch about high heels and ex's" i thought i heard her old self laugh again at that, she never could resist me, i can't tell you how many times i got us into and out of trouble,

she gave me a look that said my old partner in crime was back (and sexier than ever!)

 

[Maryanne]

Dinner at Sarah’s had been wonderful. Good food, good wine, and my jaws ached a little from the endless laughter as one old story was topped by yet another tale of our adventures growing up in the midwest. She lived rather high up in what she called a "Yuppiesque" high rise not far from the Carlisle Hotel. Large windows looked out on the city, the car lights now shimmering on wet streets. We had collapsed onto a soft, plump white couch facing the window and Sarah brought the remains of our wine and set it down on the glass table strewn with magazines.

"God, Katie, this has been soooooo good! It will be so good having you here!"

"Ha ………… and it’s not just that you need a partner to get into trouble, right?" my laughter was genuine, thinking back over all the scrapes we had been in, mostly thought up as great ideas by Sarah. "Do you remember that you talked me into borrowing Charley Jenkins’ beat up old car and driving to Chicago? Then we had to call your Dad to come get us when it broke down? You were the one that said ‘drive faster, maybe that noise will go away!"

Sarah smiled and turning toward me, slipped her toes under my thigh just as she had done as a little girl when we were exchanging secrets. She always liked to sit like that, her hands clasped under her legs and her green elfin eyes dancing with fun. I felt her wriggle her toes to get deeper into the secure feel of my warm thighs. I confess that it felt good having this simple intimate. It was reassuring, here, a little lost in the big city, to know there was someone who really felt close to me and cared.

"I suppose I should really sit on your feet, shouldn’t I? I mean your feet must be killing you after tramping the streets all day? Right?"

"No, that’s OK, It’s nice having you back where you belong! ………….. hey, seems like there’s a song title there doesn’t it?" We giggled some more and I felt the sensuous wriggling toes again. It seemed almost like a caress, it was so welcome.


[Edited by Maryanne on 08-12-2000 at 01:54 PM]

 

[lala]

god, it was great, letting our dinner get cold because we couldn't stop talking long enough to eat. The wine went well with the pasta i whipped up while katie sat on the counter next to me, her legs dangling like a little girl. Both of us had kicked off our shoes, showing off cute painted toenails.

After dinner we plopped down on my huge comfortable couch (covered in flannel, the single most comfortable fabric to feel next to one's skin)with the rest of the wine on my little coffee table. I wriggled my toes under her thighs, (the single most comfortable place for my feet) and she chuckled at the old habit.

i leaned over and brushed a wisp of her hair behind her ear, and looked deep into her eyes. I got lost in them until i forgot my hand was resting on her cheek, forgot i had to breathe (i'm glad my body doesn't), forgot that i was staring at her and not saying anything, 'til she winked at me. All i could say is "god, i've missed you."

I let my hand slide 'til it was resting on her shoulder and wrapped around the side of her neck, pulled her close, wrapped my arms around her and hugged her- i had been about to kiss her, but i realised i didn't know how she felt about women and she had ex's that were male,.... my mouth rested on the curve of her collarbone, my breath came shallow against her warm skin, and i could feel hers against mine, driving me crazy.

I decided to test her, and flicked my tongue out to just barely brush her neck. all her reaction was an intake of breath, and i could just barely feel the brush of her lips against my skin when i moved, and we both shivered in each other's arms, but neither of us pulled out of the hug.

when i finally (if reluctantly) pulled out of the hug she looked like a puppy that had fallen and was trying to regain its bearings, half expecting the world to tumble unexpectedly again. i smiled coyly at her, and cocked my head instead of saying anything.

 

[Maryanne]

"Yeah ………… yeah, I’ve missed you too, Sarah. I’ve just realized how very much I missed you these years. I came here to, ……… I don’t know, find myself. Is that too corny? Well, anyway it’s the only way I can define it. And look! I found you instead!"

I was having a little trouble thinking. My mind was a little jumbled by the immediate way we had returned to our intimate friendship. That hug hadn’t helped my state of mind. Perfectly normal for two old friends to hug each other of course, but it had been a good long time since a simple hug had felt so very good, so warm, so right. And what was that, did I feel a kiss on my neck? My throat felted strangely constricted, my chest a little tight with tension. We continued looking happily into each others’ eyes, Sarah’s head cocked to one side in that quizzical way she has.

The rain increased in ferocity and the wind lashed it against the window pane. The lightning suddenly seemed brighter, lighting the room over the candlelight that had been the only light in the room. I looped my arm around Sarah’s knees, her toes dug still deeper under my thighs and I she turned toward the window and lay her head against my arm staring out into the night.

It felt as if she were nuzzling my arm, her head moving cat like, preening against me. I confessed to myself that I was enjoying it. I also had to confess a certain confusion. After all, we were to adult women, not teenagers, sitting practically hugging each other in a candlelit room looking out at a stormy night. My god, that’s the stuff romance is made of.

"Ah Katie, ………………. is this great, or what?"

I was glad she broke the silence and I hugged her legs even tighter and leaned against them.

"Ah Sarah, me lass, this is well and truly great!" I mimicked in my best Irish brogue. Why is it, I thought, that your skin feels so much hotter when you are pressed against someone? After all, both bodies are the same temperature, but the spot of contact feels like a fire against your skin sometimes. Like, at this moment, the side of my breast was pressed against her leg and the point of contact was hot, very hot and I felt my nipple tingle. Still I lingered there in the semi-embrace. It was almost romantic. Almost confusing as romance. Maybe even more confusing than romance.

But all I could think of was how very happy I felt being here.

 

[lala]

she didn't make a move when we disengaged, and i have no problem with taking my time, so i just looked at her. She seemed very uncomfortable, not because she didn't like what had happened, but because she HAD liked what had just happened,...

i've been there before,and i did't want to push her, we were damn near cuddling on the couch, and a storm was raging outside. we sipped our wine and contemplated the romantic scene we were in. i really liked katie, but i didn't want to push her, and i was very comfortable, a nice buzz from the wine had set in, i was on a comfy couch all wrapped up in the girl of my dreams, so i just kind of relaxed and enjoyed,...

now, i'm a very honest and blunt person, and a bottle of wine helps,... i wanted to find out what she was thinking, and how far she wanted to take this, i looked at katie and said, "so, truth or dare?"

 

[lala]

ooc: one word maryanne- i have ideas for either answer

 

[Maryanne]

As often as I have heard and read that challenge, I did not actually know the meaning of it. I had to confess my small town naivete’. "Sarah, just exactly what does that mean? I’m really don’t know how one plays the Truth or Dare game. Please, explain it to me!"

Sarah laughed loudly. "Good grief, Katie, no one has got you on Truth or Dare in all these years?’

My face was red, but I knew she was not laughing at me, just amused that I had admitted it.

‘Just pick one or the other! It’s a game that’s made for learning as you go. Are you game?"

Truth sounded like the safest, but that might be the trick of it. So, frowning mightily in thought, I finally blurted: " OK, then, I choose ……………… DARE!"

 

[lala]

my heart leapt as she said it, though it would have leapt no matter what she'd said, dare! maybe she's not as shy as she used to be,...

i pretended to ponder for a moment, i had started to feel like a cheetah watching a gazelle, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

"okay, i dare you to take off all my clothes, without your hands." a part of me sat in a corner of my mind, wringing her hands, would she do it? would she back down? i sat looking expectantly i hoped this wasn't pushing it,...

 

[Amadeus]

"uhhhhhhh ……….. ha! …………… Whatttt? Sarah!" I laughed, surely my most nervous laugh of all time. But Sarah just looked back at me, a strange little smile on her face. I stared at her quizzically, but she made no other comment. Those lovely green eyes peered at me, her dark, long lashes framing the coral island green -- speckled with little flecks of color I hadn’t noticed before, I guess. They seemed to swim, shimmering like tropical fish amongst the coral. "Uhhhh ………… Ummmmmmmm ……." I was struck slightly dumb.

But she didn’t let me off the hook, only her smiling eyes gazing at me, waiting for me to respond, her long fingers toying with the third button on her blouse. Was she teasing me? Should I call her bluff? Or would I just look silly if I appeared to be taken in by her trick?

"ha ha ha ……. OK, Sarah, come on, what are you saying …………. Really? OK, wise acre, I’m going to do it! Let’s see you squirm now. Now what do you say?" Her lips moved slightly from smile to pursed lips, her eyes now smiling at me. Again, she cocked her head as if waiting for me to go on. It was apparently still my move. But, what was it she expected? I decided to just play it straight. But, my god, what am I doing, I thought.

"You mean that since I picked DARE, I really have to do it? What would happened if I had taken TRUTH?"

Sarah only smiled.

"OK, Sarah, here I come, then." I expected her to stop me at any moment. But, it didn’t happen. Sarah just kneeled on the couch, facing me, her enigmatic smile opening to show the white teeth between brilliant red lipsticked lips. I found myself beginning to think the game was a little bit of fun. The wine had loosened me and everything seemed smooth and soft. Outside the lightening picked up the room was lighted with a brilliant flash, casting shadows on the wall of the two of us now facing each other on the couch.

Not knowing if it could even be done, I crept closer, never losing eye contact for a moment. A giggle escaped my lips and was answered by the same from Sarah. "Ohmigod!" I said again over a giggle.

"Ohmigod!" she mimicked me softly.

I put my hands on her hips for support as I leaned forward to nibble the next button on her blouse. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils -- ‘lovely, ’ I thought, ‘really lovely.’ I found myself staring into the chasm between her breasts, the white of her bra visible deep down between the globes of her breasts in the lightning flash. My teeth found the button, but what to do with it. I felt my cheek brush her breast. I froze. But, if anything, I thought she might have squirmed closer against me.

Continuing, I found that I could, in fact loose the button through the eyelet, tugging toward me until it slipped one edge into the slot, then lifting with my tongue. I sat back with a big smile, still looking at the deepened opening of her blouse.

"There, didn’t think I could do it did you!?????"

Sarah leaned back, smiling at me, her hands on the couch behind her. This move gapped the blouse further open, revealing her white lace bra cupping her lovely breasts protectively.

"Proceed." She said, provocatively, her head cocked to one side and her mouth slightly open, chin jutting slightly.


OCC: Good grief, I'm long winded, right?

 

[Maryanne]

OCCC: Sorry Amadeus, Lala and I have a thing going.

She said:
my heart leapt as she said it, though it would have leapt no matter what she'd said, dare! maybe she's not as shy as she used to be,...

i pretended to ponder for a moment, i had started to feel like a cheetah watching a gazelle, waiting for the perfect time to strike.

"okay, i dare you to take off all my clothes, without your hands." a part of me sat in a corner of my mind, wringing her hands, would she do it? would she back down? i sat looking expectantly i hoped this wasn't pushing it?


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The wine had really seeped in, making me feel warm and cozy. I didn’t really understand the game, I guess, but I was not about to admit it to Sarah. She was still looking at me with the that "now I got you" look, expecting me to …………… "well, what is she expecting me to do?" I stared blankly into her eyes, wondering …….

It came to me. She had always blamed me for being too timid. Her ideas were always shocking me in the old days.. In the end, I usually followed wherever they lead, and usually it had turned out to be either big trouble or big fun. I wondered where on earth she was leading now.

Sarah stood up before me, casting a tall shadow from the lone candle on the coffee table. I took a rather deep breath and reached out to place my hands on her hips. She looked down at me, her green eyes flashing in the shadows. I could see her smile revealing her even white teeth. She was holding her mouth just so, slightly open, expectantly, as if watching some intricate maneuver, like a high wire act. I felt more or less like the bicyclist riding the high wire. Still, I could not admit that I was the old timid soul Sarah once knew. After all, I was here in the big city, gotta be a big girl now.

The wine came to my rescue and my hands smoothed her skirt over her hips. I turned her slightly to the side and found a single button at the waist. I slipped my teeth around the button, tugged without success for a moment. Twisting and turning my head, I finally met the challenge and felt her skirt come slightly loose around her hips. The zipper was easy, though my neck was getting a workout from straining and pulling.

I watched as Sarah wriggled her hips and let the skirt fall into a circle at her feet. My hands remained at her hips, now feeling her warmth through the silkiness of panties and pantyhose. I leaned back on my feet and looked up into her eyes again, a wry smile on my face. I could feel the heat of her body radiating to me. I wondered why.

 

[lala]

ooc: that was weird, i got halfway through amadeus' before i knew it was someone other than maryanne,...

ic: she was actually going to do it, internally i sighed with relief, as she rested her hands on my hips. she held me so tenderly i'd swear i was spun glass, and with a minimum of effort she loosed the button at my waist, pulled down the zipper and i waggled my hips to help get them off, and show off a little

i had light blue cotton panties on, and they had little snaps on the sides just for an occasion like tonight. as soon as she saw them she laughed a little tinkerbell kind of a nervous giggle. i reached down and pulled her up, as i leaned back agaisnt the couch, and brought her with me.

in between my legs she kneeled and put her head in my cleavage to start undoing the blouse buttons, one by one she got them undone, then grabbed the edge of one side with her teeth, and pulled it to lay at my side, then the same with the other one, leaving almost all of me exposed.

my bra matched my panties, and came down low over my breast, barely covering the nipple, which was standing up at this point, between the attention i was getting from her and the feel of the blouse slowly dragging across each breast my nipples had become as hard as they could be, sticking out through the cloth of my bra.

"do you want to continue or is it your turn?" asked, arching my eyebrow as i lay arms out on the back of the couch, looking at her sitting on her feet between my legs, god, she was gorgeous,...

 

[Maryanne]

"Now what?" I thought to myself. I was in a lot deeper into this game than I would have guessed. Now I had to admit that I was enjoying it a lot more than I would ever have guessed I was capable of. And there she sat, my dear old friend, taunting me from her throne in front of me. What were we doing, I wondered, and why is it so tantalizing to me. Being this close to another girl, having these strange feelings about her. There was no question that it was erotic, no doubt that I was sexually aroused.

I had not done anything remotely close to this since I was about 9 years old and at that time it was totally innocent. At this age, it was being more than a little bit naughty wasn’t it? As I pondered this weighty question, Sarah sat calmly awaiting me making yet another decision. I found it fascinating that I suddenly felt able to deal with the fact that I was attracted to another woman on a slightly sexual basis. And,….. I was OK with it. Have I suddenly gotten broad minded or is it just that it’s my first time in the city?

Determined to show that I was a big girl, I stared back at her, my hands slipped along her legs from her knees to her hips so that my forearms were against the heat seeping through her pantyhose. My fingers ‘scritched’ against her nylons and I cocked MY head at her and said: "Oh, no you don’t, you said to take ALL your clothes off and you’re not backing out now!"

"Yikes, girl, you blow my mind. You are something else! And you said you didn’t know how to play this game!" Sarah’s laughter was loving and tender, she wasn’t making fun of me. I noticed a slight catch in her throat. Excitement? Or was she concerned that this was going beyond what she had in mind?

Her blue bra lifted her spectacularly round and firm breasts into a delightful sight. It was, I guessed something similar to ‘Wonderbra’ from Victoria’s Secret. Sarah’s breasts didn’t need the extra enhancement the bra offered, but it really made her look beautiful. Girls really are constructed in a most delightfully beautiful way, I must confess. It is no wonder that men are so completely struck dumb by it.

My eyes never left hers as I leaned forward, my hands trailed farther as my lips neared her opulent cleavage. I smiled my widest smile as my fingers teased the little snaps on the side of her panties. I turned my attention to the clasp between her breasts. "Now really, Sarah, with my teeth?’ You gotta be kidding. How do I attack this? Can it really be done?" And after inspecting it, and nudging it with my lips (my nose nuzzling the soft wonder of her breasts). "Oops, sorry," I giggled. I couldn’t help it.

Then I realized that the touch had again send a shiver from the back of my neck down to the base of my spine.

She didn’t laugh. Sarah just waited patiently, smiling her loveliest, yet slightly tense smile. The realization finally sank in. This is not a game. It’s fun, but it is not a game. "Decision time again," I thought to myself. My breath shortened a little. I stared again at the clasp, looking so snug there between her breasts.

"Let me help." She slipped the clasp half through the loop. Sarah's voice was a little deeper, I thought. Her thighs pressed against me, holding me.

 

[lala]

i was having trouble holding back by now, i wasn't dreaming, i knew she was enjoying this, and it was more than a turn-on for her to be so shy and new at this.

i would've felt like i was corrupting her if i hadn't given her chance after chance to back out, and she hadn't balked once. i could see she liked it, she was trying to figure out how to undo the clasp of my bra, snuggled in between my breasts, she nuzzled right up to me, sending both of us into delicious shivers.

finally it was too much, i said something, i don't remember, my heart was pounding so hard i couldn't hear myself as i undid it for her. her eyes widened a little as i slightly pressed my thighs up against her.

her eyes were shining in the candlelight, the wine making her look a little softer, or maybe she just was softer,... she certainly felt soft, i leaned down next to her ear and whispered, "having fun yet?"

 

[Maryanne]

"…. HHHHMMMM, ……..yes, …….. yes " I heard my words slip breathilly from my lips in answer. Sarah’s globe-like breasts were lovely, elegant spheres before my eyes, promising delight, beauty, pleasure, softness. Her bra cups had sprung apart, exposing half of each breast, the rich dark circles around her nipples a rich mahogany.

"yes, ……I am!" I muttered, afraid to look up into her eyes, drinking in a new and unexpected pleasure. My lips brushed the long soft slope of the top of her right breast, then swept slowly across the lovely mound, brushing the lacy cup away: I watched as her breast swayed slightly, beautifully before my eyes. Still unable to look up, I kissed twice, three times, four times as I moved across the chasm of her cleavage to repeat the move for the other breast, which seemed to be waiting proudly and so prominently for the welcome arrival of my mouth. Now her bra cups had reluctantly set her free. I watched the beautiful synchronized swing of both as she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra drop down her arms.

The scent of her perfume was mesmerizing and I felt her clutch me tighter with her nyloned thighs. I realized I had found a new heaven. Every touch felt wonderful. My entire body seemed super sensitive to the next touch. I suddenly knew, or rather admitted to myself where this was leading.
I wondered what it would actually be like, what will it be like to make love with another woman?

 

[lala]

i finnaly got a decisive action from her, a real affirmation that the attraction was mutual! and what an action,...

the feel of her lips against my flesh, tender, sweet, soft, delicious, wonderful. she moved my bra cups, which were now only a distraction, with her mouth, kissing between my breasts, sending me into waves of quivers all over. i unconsciously tightened my legs around her. after shrugging to ease the bra off i leaned back, closing my eyes and resting my arms along the back of the couch.

i hungered for her touch, as i offered myself to her, now sure she would not refuse my humble gift. she did not disappoint me. i felt her her tounge and teeth grab the edge of my nylons, her breath hot on my hip. i lifted up to help her, the nylons stuck for a moment, she was only pulling on one side. she moved her mouth the the middle, her nose tickling my belly button, i knew she could see how wet i was, as she tugged at the nylons, with the same expression as a puppy playing tug of war. i smiled as the nylons slid off and i brought up my legs, bent at the knee, as she had to peel the nylons off she arched her back and ended up making a bridge to get them off, showing every curve of her luscious little body.

i shivered as she slid between my legs while i lowered them to her shoulders. her lips wrapped around the snap on my other hip, her tongue sliding under to help unsnap it. goosebumps rose all over my body. she pounced on the other one, snarling and ripping it apart, flinging her hair back over her shoulder, sending the now useless garment flying (i'm pretty sure it hit a lamp for effect.)

 

[Maryanne]

I knew I was committed now. The amazing part of it was the feeling of relief that I felt. I had no qualms about this thing at all. It simply felt wonderfully right, perfect. Sarah’s beautiful body lay open before me. Her breasts mounds of gold, capped with molasses colored tips now bristling with passion – a passion that we had roused together with this game.

Her bellybutton was a mere smear of break in her flat tummy. My eyes scanned all of her beauty as she lay back arms wide spread across the back of the couch. The warm musky scent of her sex rose to my nostrils, now flaring with the pleasure of it. An almond scent, it was, just a hint of almond, and very very pungent to my roused senses. I found that I was not put off at all, but strangely attracted. Would she mind, I thought if I came closer? Closer to the source of the scent to the center of her womanhood. It was suddenly fascinating to me. I had not felt this way before that I could recall, but suddenly it was simply right to bend closer, holding her eyes with mine. Her green eyes seemed to glow with anticipation, they looked soft now, holding me, gently.

Holding her eyes as I slowly moved downward, sitting on my feet now between her widespread legs. I looped my hands around her legs from the inside. Sarah lifted her legs to my shoulders now, drawing me gently forward, as her eyelids slowly moved half closed. My lips kissed the crease just above the trim curly triangle of her mound and I felt the soft springy tautness of the patch of tangled curls. The scent of almonds was powerful now, the warmth of her almost tangible now that I was so close.

Lower my lips moved. Feeling and fondling and testing the curls against my lips. Then pressing my lips fully on the apex of her mound which was a firm nicely rounded prominence, lying quietly, serenely at the center of her body. Guarding the entrance to the very center of her soul, the joy of her sex. I felt her squirm closer, pressing closer to my eager tongue, which now flicked out to meet her. I found the top of the crease which would lead my to the source of what had now become a rich redolent almond forest scent.

I suddenly realized that I myself had become quite wet, my nylon panties suddenly feeling so sensual against my body.

My hands were under her bottom, enjoying the feel of it, lifting gently. And then my tongue was teasing along the crease of her pussy as she spread her legs and raised them a little more to accommodate my exploration. "What will this be like? What next? I said to myself. I suddenly knew that the taste on my tongue was that of Sarah, that it was Sarah’s pussy that had spread to welcome my tongue, Sarah’s pretty coral pussy open now for me to taste. I looked up into her eyes, once again unsure. The thick, slightly acidic taste was …………… lovely.

 

[lala]

ooc: i will be out of town for a few days you should see another post from me sunday or monday, i will miss you maryanne, this is fun


braver than i had ever been in the beginning she slowly lifted my legs onto her shoulders, and leaned down, breathing in my scent, and started to kiss. these simple kisses set me afire like no dick ever had, i knew she was going to drive me insane before her clothes even came off. the feel of her mouth just barely brushing the curls, tentative, unsure, was infuriating.

my body begged for more, but she was the best kind of lover. she did all the little things, her hair falling on my thigh, her neck arching artistically as she kissed down my thighs. she would drive me over the edge, and then laugh, pull me back, calm me down, just to do it again. the anticipation was almost worse than the teasing, and i loved every minute of it.

i brought her up, her body sliding against mine, i looked into her eyes, cupped her lovely face in my hands and pressed my lips against hers. it was sweet intoxication, she tasted like honey, her skin was a soft as raspberries, and she felt as delicate.

her hand rested on the front of my shoulder- one of my favorite gestures, and i ran a finger down her arm, then locked my fingers with hers as i wrapped my legs around her. my other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her tighter against me. i reveled in her softness, her scent the feel of her sweet, warm body against mine.

i couldn't even tell where she ended and i began anymore, my whole being andlife went into that kiss, and she felt like home.