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That Day

By: Kaishaku



 
  "It is complete within seconds, that monument.
  The blood runs underground yet brings forth a tower."
            Anne Sexton


It could have been a dream.  I mean it had been a dream so many other times, a dream of a woman, no, not just any woman, of her... her walking the narrow aisles between the desks, each step slightly crossing in front of her, accentuating the sway of her hips like models on a run way.  It could have been a dream but for my cock, achingly hard, driven by a life-force beyond any reason tight against the tight fabric, in through the seams of my underwear, tangling beyond all possibility of adjustment.

It was hot, incredibly so, as the sweat rolled down my temples, over my cheeks and jaws, then tickling down my neck.  It was hot, yet she kept on, completely unaffected by the stifling air, flipping through her book before raising her gaze to us and huskily saying, "Ah, here's one you might enjoy.  It's called 'The Breast,' one I wrote. I wrote... oh hell, what does it matter when I wrote it?"

I gritted my teeth, wanting to reach under the desk and extricate my erection from the tangled mess of my jockey shorts, but she seemed to be staring at me.  My hands grabbed my desk as I held on.

"The Breast," she started, peeking up over the book for a moment and then returning,

"This is the key to it.
This is the key to everything.
Preciously..."

The woman, the poet, unbelievably Anne Sexton was reading to the class, to me as my cock screamed at me.  Her words led my fingers down over the full, silk slip she wore, over the thin strap at her shoulders, down the slippery fabric and over those two wonderful mounds."

"...So tell me anything but track me like a climber
for here is the eye, here is the jewel,
here is the excitement the nipple learns..."

I could see her nipples in the white, casting curved shadows over the slight mounds, pressing against her fabric like my erection pressed mine.  I imagined the two, nipple and cock straining for each other, longing the touch, the connection, the blood fired sensation.

She rustled through some more pages, snapping me back to the classroom.  I focused back on her, noticing how her hair parted on one side with short bangs combed across her face, her forehead peeking around the side.  On the side her hair rolled down over her ears and hovered just above her shoulders, curving under as if to caress her neck.  Her neck and shoulders were thin, like you would expect from an ex-lingerie model, and likewise, her breasts formed two small mounds each accentuating a firm knob pressing out from the center.

"The Nude Swim," she began as I winced, feeling each word slide up the length of my shaft.  I began to tremble.

"...we found a little unknown grotto..."

I entered the water with her.

“...and let our bodies lose all
their loneliness."

"Ahem," she half coughed, trying to regain my attention.  I looked up and the classroom was empty, the bell had rung and the other students had left the room, all while I remained in the grotto with Anne.

I slid my chair back and began to stand, but immediately let myself fall back onto the molded plastic.  Starting to reach down to adjust my erection to a less noticeable position, I realized she was staring at me.  Looking up I saw here half seated on the desk, one leg lifted slightly off the floor.

"You hesitate?" she asked.

"I ah, uhm, I ah, well..."

"It is often like "The Nude Swim," she said.

"Huh?"

"It's just that there are times we suddenly feel naked, exposed and yet, if the moment is right, the people right."

"Ou… ou…our bodies lose all their loneliness…," I stammered.

"You were listening!"

"Yes, of course."

"It's just that I wasn't sure."

"I was listening," I said.

"Come here," she said in an almost whisper.

"But…"

"Come here now.  No. no, just stand up and come here," she said, sternly this time.

I slowly stood up, feeling my cock press impossibly against my pants.  Glancing down at the tent protruding from my clothes, I reached to make an adjustment.

"No, leave it alone, just come here."

I limped forward, each movement bringing a combination of pain and pleasure as my underwear chaffed against my rigid rod.  Unsure of what to expect, I continued toward her until I stopped at the second row of desks.

Easing down off the desk, she motioned me closer and as I got within reach, both her hands went to my belt.  Seeing me look over to the door, she leaned forward and whispered, "The door is locked, the shade pulled."

Her hands deftly unfastened my belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down to about my mid-thigh.  My cock pointed straight out, stretching the cotton jockey shorts toward Anne.

"We are so naked sometimes," she said, firmly grasping my cock.  She slid her hand down my length, turning slightly as her hand moved from the head to the base of my member.  "So naked," she repeated as her hand continued moving.

At her first touch I felt an electric shock jolt though me and with her continued motion on me I was overcome with sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced by myself or with another woman.  After feeling her three quick jerks on my cock I involuntarily arched my back towards her and then watched the dark, wet stain form and grow over my shorts.  Anne held me tightly as the wet spot expanded beneath her fingers.

In utter silence I watched as she moved her hand, drawing her fingers coated in my sticky white up to her lips.  She touched her tongue to her glistening finger and then moved her hand to my mouth.  Gently opening my lips, she pushed her fingers into my mouth, staring into my eyes as I sucked my cum off her.

When she slowly withdrew her fingers from my mouth, I felt my face flush with embarrassment at my complete lack of control.  "I am so sorry, I've never..."  Her hands clamped on my face as she pulled me to her, silencing me with her kiss.  Her tongue slid into my mouth with a fierce intensity, but as I began to respond, she pulled back and pulled my head quickly downward, driving onto my knees.

I awkwardly caught my balance, with my pants still at mid-thigh, and my jockey shorts drenched in my cum.  I watched her lift her skirt over her slight hips and, after easing herself up onto the desk, she opened her legs.  I could see the dark patch of her hair through the lace of her panties and looking closer, I noticed a damp spot running down the center.  The air was suddenly humid, fragrant.

She reached down, slowly curled her fingers around the edge of the lace and pulled it to one side exposing dark beautiful curls of hair and her delicate slit, only slightly parted.  I moved forward, easing my tongue into the slit, working it from side to side until I gained some depth.  I slowly worked my tongue upward, carefully opening her as I moved, savoring the faint hint of her taste until I rolled up and over her clit.

I felt my cock begin to stiffen again at the very thought of my tongue rolling over the most sensitive part of this incredible woman.  Moving back downward, I pressed my tongue deeper this time, slipping past her swelling lips into the shockingly tart taste of her pussy.  The pungent flavor excited me and I felt my cock once again press hard against my shorts.

My tongue circled, rimming her wet, soft opening, drawing her damp taste over my tongue as I reached up and grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to me.  Glancing upward, I could see her staring greedily down at me, her lips moving, saying something.  I then slid my tongue up and pinched her clit between my lips, gently sucking on it.  Whatever Anne was saying transformed into a guttural growl as she wrapped her legs around me and locked them at the ankles, drawing even closer to her.

Forcing my head back against her legs, I caught my breath and took a good look at her, now fully open to me, wet, almost pleading.  Diving forward I shoved my tongue as deep into her body as I could, feeling the soft walls of her cunt twitch around me.  Her hips rose up, driving her against me as I moved between clit and cunt, entering her and then sucking her into my mouth, again and again.

She came so beautifully I felt tears well in my eyes, her hands grabbing my head, her cunt contracting over my tongue, then flooding me with her wetness, her thighs trembling and her whole body melting above me.  I paused then, my tongue still pressed inside her, savoring the intermittent pulses inside her as she relaxed her legs and hands.  Feeling one last pulsation in her pussy, I pulled back, expecting her to collapse back onto the desk, but instead, she pulled me back up into a standing position and groaned, "Take these off," pulling at my jockey shorts.

I stepped back, kicked off my shoes and removed my pants and underwear.  Looking down, I could see my cock still glistened some, still covered in my cum.  Moving my gaze back to Anne, I saw her removing her bra, then sudden stand before me, completely naked.  He body, showing few signs of age or the abuse she had given it, was stunning and I gasped as the sight of her.

She spread her arms, smiled and said, "Naked."

I opened my arms to embrace her, but she put her hand on my chest and said, "Lay down, on your back."

I sat down on the carpet, leaned back as she stepped over me, straddling my body.  Lowering herself onto her knees I began to speak again, "When Man Enters Woman."  Fuck, she was reciting her poetry as she prepared to fuck me.  My head spun at the thought and I closed my eyes as I felt her take firm hold of my cock.

"When man," she held me to her lips, and then began to slide down over me.

"...enters woman,
like the surf biting the shore,"  My cock was deep inside her know and she began to move up, and then down again.

"...again and again..."  The sensation of her opening and ever so slowly sliding down the length of me sent chills through my body.  She continued reading the poem, but I lost myself in the sensation.  I could feel every wet fold of her as she moved over me, taking me deep inside her body and then slipping away, lightly drawing me with her.

"...and the man
inside of woman..."  I was inside her, feeling her depth, the soft but firm walls, the gentle squeezing, the flow of her, her surging rhythm, moving faster now.  Her hands grabbed me, pressing my flesh as she came down on me, taking me to the hilt and the quickly withdrawing only to crash back onto me.  

Her poem became a chant, almost screamed, 
"This man,
this woman." 

I think we came together, I couldn't be sure, one moment we are slamming ourselves together and then the next we collapsed, my cock surging, spraying my cum into her, her cunt pulsing, seeming to draw my cum from me.  Her breasts fell onto my chest, flattening beneath her weight, her hair falling on my face, her breath, hot and wet on my cheek.  We didn't move as the last of the pleasure moved over us, our cum mixing, oozing from us, wetting our skin and hair in its beautiful warmth.

As we caught our breaths, I wondered if this would become a poem.  I decided it wouldn't, couldn't for how could anyone, even Anne Sexton capture the intensity, the sensation, the intense pleasure we had just shared.  In moments, she proved me wrong, reciting to me:

"...you must be a poet,
a lady of evil luck
desiring to be what you are not,
longing to be
what you can only visit."  

I began to speak, but she held a finger to my lips and shook her head, "No."  We silently dressed, she unlocked the door and we both left, each heading down a different corridor.  I repeated the last words she spoke to me, "...longing to be what you can only visit."  Before the month was over she was dead, leaving me alone, with only "that day" to remember her.






Note:  Excerpts from Anne Sexton's poems are presented in italics including: "That Day," "The Breast," "The Nude Swim," "When Man Enters Woman," and "The Fish That Walked," all as published in The Complete Poems, Anne Sexton, Houghton Mifflin Company, Boston, New York 1981

That Day At The Fair



That day was a day of firsts. I had not been on a roller coaster in so many years that it was like a first. Hell, spending the day at the fair going on rides was a first. It was two years since my ugly second divorce, and I had settled into a routine. When I go to the state fair, it’s usually to see the sights, mingle with the people and enter the lame contests that no one ever wins anyway. I guess I have always told myself I'm too old for the rides.

I received a phone call a few months back from an old college friend. She said she would be in town and would love to see me and catch up on old times. I should have suspected something right then. We were close friends in college only because I helped her with her studies. Out of all the other students in program, she happened to have the same course schedule as me, so I guess we were a familiar pair all the way through the two-year course.

It happened that the fair was on the same weekend Chris would be in town, so I planned that we would take the fair in. If things got awkward, we could at least go on the rides or view the local distractions to fill our time. After all, it had been fifteen years since I had last seen her. I was nervous as I always am when meeting people. I'm not a very public person, so it's difficult to put me in a one on one situation and make me feel at ease. Although I spent two wonderful years with Chris at my elbow five to six days a week, I still felt I did not really know her.

I met Chris at the airport early that Saturday morning and as soon as I saw her all the worries faded. Her smile lit up her face when she recognized me and we exchanged wonderful, close hugs. There is something about meeting a long lost friend that really warms the heart. She looked great with her long, flowing blond hair and her flower-print summer dress clinging tightly to her gorgeous body. I felt a twinge deep down inside.

I grabbed her bags, she grabbed my arm, and we headed out.

Planning ahead, I had gotten a set of all-day rides passes for us, so we headed for the fair. Though I am a loner, I do enjoy the anonymity of being in a crowd. The sights and sounds of a fair thrill me just by being a part of it. Taking the park-and-ride, we chatted like we had never lost touch. Standing close, I could see how the years had touched her with fine lines etched around her eyes, her fair skin tanned from being in the summer sun, the odd gray hiding in her golden blond hair. But she still was a stunning beauty. Standing on the crowed transit, we were forced closer and closer as each stop brought more people on the bus. By the last stop, I had my hand nestled in the small of her back, shielding her from the touches of other passengers. There was that twinge deep inside at having her so close. 

Chris seemed to ignore the touch of my hand, so I kept it there, feeling her warmth under the thin fabric of her dress. Was I protecting her by laying claim? I smiled at the thought and she, seeing me smile, nudged me with her elbow.

"What are you grinning about?" she asked.

"Our stop is next," I said, neatly avoiding the question as I pressed her further ahead toward the exit doors.

The fair grounds were crowded. It was a beautiful day for the fair and even more crowded because it was a weekend. It would be a record-breaking day. I did not like the heat, though, and could easily have done without the long lines, but that all comes with a day at the fair. Even before we got to the gates, our senses were assaulted with the smells and sounds of the fair, both good and bad. My stomach growled loud enough to be heard by Chris and she turned back to me.

"We'll have to take care of that problem quickly," she said, then laughed.

"Corn dogs and mustard!" I suggested.

What would a fair be without corn dogs and mustard, washed down with a tall cold glass of fresh lemonade? I headed for the nearest stand, but passed it by. The smells of rancid oil and overheated tarmac suddenly twisted my stomach into knots. I was sure the heat of the day would bring out more unpleasant smells, but that was what a fair was all about. Popcorn, ice cream, spilled pop and candyfloss mixed with the smoke of BBQ chicken and ribs and the odor of stale beer drifting in from the beer gardens. It was three more stalls into the fair before I settled on one that drew me in. Chris joined me in a corn dog. We walked on, taking in the sights. My corn dog was gone in seconds, as that’s the way I've always eaten, fast, like it was my last meal. Chris took her time with hers, eating it slowly and making eye contact with me as she licked the ketchup off the tip before nipping small bits from the end. My heart skipped a beat watching her with that corn dog. She was teasing me. I guess the look on my face was too much, for Chris started laughing. I blushed, and then I started laughing, too.

The first ride we decided to go on was short one, yet it had a long line. It must be good and with a name like "The Drop of Death" it had to be a heart stopper. We chatted merrily as we waited in line, stopping every time the ride would drop another group of screaming people, only to start up again when the ride loaded and the line moved on.

Finally we were next to load. The group before us had one woman similar in age to us. Seated in a car that held four people, she was strapped in the middle. The car held passengers in the seat with a bar that folded down over the shoulders, firmly clamping their bodies into the seat. Their feet were left dangling. I hate having my feet dangling in a ride, so my heartbeat went up a few notches just at that thought. The operator told the woman to remove her sandals, as they might fly off mid-ride. She smiled her nervous smile and slid them off, leaving them where they landed. The ride cranked up and lifted the car vertically one hundred feet into the air, only to drop it straight down again. The screams coming from the crowd could never drown out the hysterics of this one woman, who I swear was screaming as soon as she lifted off the ground. She screamed all the way up and down. The thing that struck me funny was that her feet landed into her sandals and she was up and out of the ride before she even stopped screaming. She didn't even have to look; her feet found those sandals and were carrying her away as fast as they could.

Our chance was next and we marveled at the sights of the fair as we rose above all the other rides. The ride lifted fast, but slowed to a crawl at the top. This was to draw out the anticipation of the drop, for as soon as it hit the pin at the top, the car dropped. Such was the construction of the ride that you could not turn your head to see when you were about to reach the top, so you were never quite sure when it would happen until you were already falling. I am not a screamer but Chris is, and yell she did, all the way down. I think I just stopped breathing. It was a rush for sure, but one that I would not repeat, for once is enough.

The next ride was a roller coaster with three full loops in it. I guided Chris into the line. Chris took advantage of the lineup and stood close to me as we talked. Soon I had my hand on her hip, more I think to keep her at a distance than to pull her in, but she felt good all the same. We talked of all that had gone on in the last fifteen years, of how she had married and divorced and was on her way east to meet someone. She mentioned that she had always liked me and that I was lucky. I was at a loss for words as she continued to sidle closer as the conversation got deeper. My heart was pounding more from being this close than the anticipation of the ride.

‘Lucky?’ I thought to myself. Does she know that I too was divorced, not once but twice since we had last met, and that I have been alone for the last few years?

Our turn came and we jammed into a car near the back of the ride. Strapped in, my hand landed on her knee and stayed there where her dress had ridden up and her skin was cool to the touch. I wasn't sure what I was doing, but she smiled shyly and then the ride started. I didn't have time to think after that until the ride was done. Climbing out, I held out my hand to help her out. Both of us were a bit shaken by the ride. It was fun - more than fun, exciting. She clung to my arm with both hands as we shakily made our way down the ramp. It was an entirely innocent gesture on her part, or was it? I felt a bit guilty letting her stay arm in arm all that way. She was off to see someone, after all. My heart was still racing. Was it from the ride or from her close contact?

We did a few more rides, and then Chris had enough. During the last ride we went on, she screamed so long and hard that she almost stopped breathing. Her face was all red and blotchy and I told her it was enough. At that point she had to agree, so we went inside the arena to watch a few shows and check out the sights and displays. One dark theater held a dog show, putting all the dogs and handlers through the paces of doing tricks, jumps and races. It was quite entertaining and dark. Just when a hand touched my thigh, my cell phone lit up and rang. It was another friend of mine, a single mom who just wanted to talk. I begged off the phone quickly, saying I was in a show and couldn't talk.

Chris reached over, touched my hand, and scratched a single nail over the back of it, idly tracing a little pattern. I'm sure she saw me tense up as she did so. It was a game for her, but my life was on the line. Do I really want to walk that line again? Is there any truth the 'third time’s the charm' saying? Should I play? I pulled my hand away.

"You bored?" I asked. "We can go on and find somewhere else," I stammered. "I mean, something else to do."

"Sure," Chris said, giggling. Her giggles sent shivers up my spine. Were girls born with that skill? We made our way out of that show and wandered around, her on my arm, like we were lovers. I was enjoying this; she made me feel like I was sixteen again. We wandered the stalls of the fair, stopping here and there whenever something caught her eye. She'd hold a dress with an African print up tight to her body and ask the question no male could answer, then giggle and put it back on the rack before I could say anything. Truthfully, I was watching her hand slide down over her curves more than what the dress looked like. What guy would turn down this beauty if she offered herself to him? I swallowed hard.

"Let's go in that pavilion and see the dancers," Chris suggested, pointing at a large sign displaying Caribbean dancers. We could hear the faint sound of steel drums through the closed doors. Arm in arm, we headed for the door.

As we entered the dark theater, she led the way to the seats in the dark corner at the back of the theater. She settled in, pulling me down quickly. I pulled back a bit.

"This type of music makes me so hot!" she said.

I laughed at the comment, but looked around and found we were quite alone this far back. I began to get nervous. She picked up my arm and crawled under, snuggling close.

When she brought my hand around, it landed right across her right breast. ‘This can't be happening to me,’ I thought. I looked down to see the lights of the stage reflected in her eyes like tiny stars. She had her bottom lip clamped between her teeth, making her top lip curve out in a beautiful pout. How could I not fall for her? She made me melt right there in the seat. Well, part of me melted, while another part, well, let’s just say it was waiting at attention.

I brought my hand into play and caressed her, pulling her to me. We kissed slowly at first, then, hungry for more, we devoured each other. Images of her eating that corn dog flashed across my memory and I must have moaned for she was very responsive to my touches. My caresses chased down across her body as I watched her slouch down in the chair, her sundress sticking to the fabric and riding up her long, tanned legs. She was hot. I could feel the heat rising from her skin.

I was lost and there was nothing I wanted more than to draw a curtain around us and close out the world, but I couldn't. My nervousness showed in my fumbling attempts at caresses. I backed off before I touched anything more intimate. She was hot and obviously turned on by the music, but I couldn't bring myself to such displays in public.

"Hmmm, it's been so long," I said. "Care to take this home for the night?" I nibbled her neck and down behind her ear, waiting for her response.

"I was wondering if you were going to ask, " she replied, digging her nails into my thigh when I touched a particularly sensitive spot.

I leaned back, nibbled her ear, and invited her to spend the night so we could explore these feelings more. She agreed in a breathless response, but also with her nails digging deeply into my thigh.

The music finished and the audience started clapping. I sat up, saved in part by the changing of the band. The lights slowly started to brighten as the audience stood to exit the building. Chris got up and rearranged her dress. I, on the other hand, was a little more uncomfortable when I stood and she laughed at the bulge in my jeans. Kissing me deeply, she grabbed my hardened cock and worked it around to a more comfortable position.

"I love what I see so far," she whispered. "I can't wait."

Back outside, there was a short time to grab something to eat before the free concert was to start. I wasn't too interested in the band, but it was one that Chris really liked. It was a band from the eighties, back when she was in high school. I missed the eighties rock bands; I was more into country at that point. By the time we met in college I listened to nothing but country, so I was at a loss for knowing the band. But we wandered and picked up our meals on the way, then headed to get a spot to listen to the band.

It could have been more romantic if the setting was different, but the company was fine and music wasn't that bad. A little louder than I liked, but it was okay. We didn't get a seat in the stands, so our view of the stage was limited. We sat back against the fence and ate our meal with the crowd milling, both in front and behind us. I lapsed into silence; just smiling at her was enough. We talked with our eyes as we ate. She put her hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of the way while she ate. I loved the curve of her neck and her tiny ears; even after I finished eating, the sight made me hungry. Would I stop again before I could do anything? Was this why my previous marriages failed? Was I that much of a chicken, a loser, a killjoy? I wondered what she was thinking now.

Just then, the band struck up a song that the crowd went wild over. Chris jumped up and started dancing on the spot, excited by the music. Not being as fast to rise, I got a great view of her legs as they rose up, disappearing under her dress. If I just sat there while she swayed and danced would she…

"Hey, get up here. You can have a look see later," she said, looking down and catching me staring at her legs.

I stood with a sheepish grin on my face and slid around behind her, enfolding her in my arms. We swayed to the music blaring from the stage. She was warm against me, her arms holding onto mine, which were wrapped around her waist. I started nibbling her neck, but that sent shivers down her neck and she slapped me away. So we stood wrapped up in each other until the concert was over and the sun had set. It was a fitting end to the evening. The cool evening air was perfect as we walked one more time around the fairgrounds.

We talked the Ferris wheel operator into one long ride, since it would be a shame to waste our day passes. So we went up in the Ferris wheel high above the crowds. The lingering sunset was so beautiful, the reds and pinks of the horizon faded into the blues and purples of the evening sky. Soon the stars would be winking and blinking. About three or four turns into the ride we stopped at the top and just sat there. Not really worried, we cuddled closer and I wrapped my arms around Chris. She looked up at me then and thanked me for the wonderful day. I hushed her with a kiss.

Suddenly, fireworks lit up the sky, shooting golden sparks and silver showers skyward. It’s one thing to see fireworks from the crowded ground, but up here it felt like we were one with them. I was in awe seeing Chris's profile silhouetted against the exploding stars of the grand display. Slowly the Ferris wheel started up again and we landed. Joined at the hip, we exited and thanked the operator for the glorious ride.

My heart was still beating as we left the fair grounds, heading back to the car. The transit was not as crowed as when we arrived, but we still stood in the back by the exit, Chris pressing her backside against me, teasing, promising more fun to follow. I can still hear her giggle softly.

Back at my house, she settled in like she owned the place. She shook her head at the dishes piled in the sink and the newspapers littering the floor around the big, overstuffed chair in the main room. My cat hissed at Chris when she stuck her head in the bedroom, but Chris laughed. I tiptoed up behind her and wrapped her in my arms, kissing her neck.

"I guess that Texas has laid claim to that room," I said. "Hell, it's her house. I just sleep here."

She wiggled out of my arms and headed back to the main room. I walked over and turned the stereo on low. The CDs in the rack were instrumental with natural sounds: bird song, rain and others mixed in. It was my relaxing music. Chris didn't seem to mind, so I left it as it was.

She walked around the room, picking up some of the little things I had collected over the years. A crystal cat, a miniature rooster, a wire sculpture of a tree with foil leaves - tacky things that have a story but are usually just dust collectors. She walked slowly, swinging her sundress as she did, looking at the paintings on the walls and the plants along the big picture window.

"Would you like a drink?" I asked.

"No thank you, unless, yes, just a glass of water please," she said.

Bringing in a glass of water, I settle into the overstuffed chair. Chris settled into my lap with her legs over the arm of the chair and her arms around my neck. She ran a finger back through my hair as she looked into my eyes.

"Thank you for the lovely day," she said. "It's been quite awhile since I had that much fun."

I just smiled up at her and swallowed, saying nothing, for I had nothing to say. The look in her eyes stole any words I had. She smiled, bent and kissed my lips lightly and started undoing the buttons on my shirt. I look up to see her concentrating on the buttons; her brow creased ever so lightly when one of the buttons refused her fingers.

Standing, I lifted Chris in my arms, pulling a shocked giggle from her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her into the back room. Texas ran from the room and I closed the door. Half falling, half-jumping, I landed in the center of the bed, with Chris laughing all the way. I rose on one elbow, looking at her with her long blond hair sprayed out around her head like a golden cloud. I settled my hand across her stomach and leaned down for a kiss, slowly caressing upwards until my hand covered the soft mound of her breast. "Before we continue, what about tomorrow?" I asked.

Lifting a finger to my lips, Chris silenced further questions. She squirmed out from under my hand and slowly rose. I fell back onto the bed, afraid I had said the wrong thing, and slowly rolled onto my back.

"Chris, I'm sor…"

"SSShhhhhh," she interrupted.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She slowly reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down and shrugged the sundress off her shoulders. My heart stopped at the sight of her standing in nothing but a royal blue satin thong. Her breasts, still high and firm, were a wonder of nature.




That Day At The Fair



"We have tonight," she said. 

Climbing back onto the bed, she took me in her arms. I kissed her face, her lips, and her eyes. I let my lips travel down her neck to the hollow of her throat, feeling a sigh escape her lips. My hands explored her breasts and the hardening nipples. My body shivered at the intensity in the kisses Chris gave back. The look in her eyes drove me wild. I wrapped my arms around her and slid my nails gently down her back. She moaned in response and copied the move with her longer nails. With our bodies’ slick with sweat and our breathing rapid and shallow, I began to explore with more than my hands. My mouth followed from her throat to a nipple-topped breast, enjoying, licking, fighting and playing. Her nipples grew hard under the touch of my tongue.

Chris started moving her hips directly under mine, pressing harder against my cock, wanting it inside her. My nails dug in a little deeper. She spread her knees open and reached down between her legs, feeling the heat rising from her sex, ready, waiting, and begging. Her hand, slick with her own juices, searched and found what it was looking for - my cock. Chris grabbed it and started squeezing and rubbing, making me sweat even more. Her other hand slowly pulled her panties to the side and offered a moist landing for my throbbing member.

It took little coaxing after that for us to continue. She guided me in and let me take over from there. By this time, she was well beyond the turning point and, although my back was wishing she didn't have nails, I was just as far gone and didn't really feel anything but her tugging and pulling, urging me deeper, faster, harder. It was pure sex at that point. Basic animal rhythms. Wonderful.

Slick with sweat, she started to get vocal. I was just about to start kissing her again, but there are times when you just can't put things near a woman's mouth and this was one of those times. I started kissing her throat and cheeks, urging her on so that we could both come to a shattering climax. It was so close that I was of two minds, one wanting it to last forever the other wanting to hurry to the blissful end. End it did, in a rush spurred on by her screaming and moaning and by the claws she had hooked into my flesh. I collapsed in a heap and she snuggled close, softly whispering things I can no longer recall. I pulled her close and settled in for some quiet time, running my fingers through her hair as I listened to her breathing slow down to an easy whisper. Then we fell asleep.

I woke first the next day with the sunlight shining through the window. I rose on one elbow to see my angel lying next to me, sunlight on her golden hair arranged like a halo around her. She was beautiful and the sight made me smile, but then I realized this would be the only time. I slowly rose and started the shower. I had just gotten wet when a pair of warm hands surrounded me.

"Can I join you?" she asked.

"You need never ask that again," I said, smiling. "My door is always open to you."

We rushed through a shower and headed for the airport. She had a flight to catch. Much as I wanted her to stay, I knew she had to go. The acid burn of tears down the back of my throat choked off the good-byes I wished to say, but she saw them in my eyes and she silently nodded as she went through the doors to her plane. I waved one final time and left.

The next week passed in a haze. I do not recall most of it, for everything I did or saw reminded me of Chris. What was wrong with me I do not know, but it slowly passed. It was about three months after that day at the fair when I got another phone call.

"Is the door still open?" she asked. She knew the answer before I even replied.



That Day in the Shower



Rachel was cleaning compulsively, this was her way of dealing with depression. Her twenty year marriage to Andrew had gone stale. She longed for the excitement they once shared, but sending three kids through college was putting more stress on their finances, forcing Andrew to be away from home more and more just to make ends meet.

She was sitting on the livingroom floor surrounded by boxes pulled from the closet. Tears were streaming down her cheeks as she thumbed through the yellowing pages of photo albums, viewing 'the good old days'. Trying to hold back the sobs, her tear soaked blouse now clinging to her heaving breasts.  Then a smile crossed her face. She sniffled, swiping her hand across her flushed cheeks as she broke into laughter. Her eyes were glued to a photograph of her and Andrew all dressed up in black leather and lace. It was a Halloween party they attended as Master and slave girl. Oh what a night that turned out to be!

Her nipples were hardening beneath their damp covering. She was cupping her breasts pinching her taut buds, just the way Andrew had instructed her to do that night six years ago!  It had been such a turn on sneaking off to a bedroom while the other guests were out in the main house. Andrew had planned the entire scenario, right down to the necessary 'toys' being placed in that room... and all unbeknownst to her.

"On your knees, Wench," He ordered as he securely locked the door behind them.

Rachel had a puzzled look on her face. Andrew had never spoken to her like that before. She was aroused and scared at the same moment, but immediately dropped to her nylon covered knees. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she clasped them behind her back.

"Very nice...My little slut slave..Very nice.." Andrew said looking down on his beautiful black clad wife. 

Rachel's eyes opened as big as saucers at his remark. 'How dare he call me that?' she wanted to scream out, but found her sex tingling as his words continued to flow.

"Open My pants! Suck My hard wanton cock, girl! " He ordered reaching down, pulling her right breast free of the black lace corset she was threatening to spill from.

She gasped with relief as he freed her throbbing breast.

"Yes Master.." she answered falling into the spell of submission as her fingers fumbled releasing the zipper on his tight black leather pants.

His hands were pushing through her taut golden tresses, pulling out the clips that held it off her soft rounded shoulders. As her long beautiful hair furled down he leaned over, grasping the other breast, freeing it from its binding.

Rachel let out another gasp.

"Thank you Master, " she moaned as the click click clicking of his lowering zipper echoed through out the quiet room while laughter and merriment filtered in from the unsuspecting guests beyond their closed door The excitement of being 'caught' was fueling her desires as her hot breath washed over his trembling groin. She yanked down his g-string thong anxiously exposing his massive organ. 

"Tell Me... Tell Me how much do you love My cock, slave?" He growled arching his back, thrusting his gorgeous man meat into her face.

Grasping it by its thick base she held firmly, rubbing the glistening bulbous head back and forth across her soft lips as she murmured," Oh Master, i adore Your beautiful cock, its wonderful texture across my lips, its magnificent size inside my pussy, its hot fluid streaming inside my wanton body. I love Your cock Master. Please, i beg of You..."

"Then suck Me now, My slut! Suck me until I fill that pretty little mouth of yours," He commanded heaving his cock inside her open mouth.

Rachel's gooseflesh covered body was on fire with lust. Her nipples were pointed, her sex was wetting the crotch of her cinching corset as she hungrily feasted on his raging organ.

"WHAT are you DOING?" Sounded Andrew's voice as Rachel's eyes popped open with a start.

Her hands were inside her wet panties, fingers buried inside her soppy nest as she wiggled and squirmed on the hardwood floor beneath him.

His eyes trailed from her beautiful trembling body to the open photo album laying beside her splayed legs.

With a chuckle he began stripping off his clothes. Rachel's face lit up as he dove down between her open thighs pulling her panties to the side tonguing her wetness. She was soaked, ready to be penetrated but he chose to prolong her agony a bit longer sucking her pussy lips, tasting her sweet nectar, nibbling her protruding bud with his teeth as her hands clutched at his head pulling him in tightly to her quivering lil cunt. Hearing her gasps fueled his lust as he licked the length of her slit playing lovingly on the tip of her trembling clit.

"OH MY GOD ANDREW!" She screamed out as he forced two fingers inside her contracting pussy while the first wave of her orgasm washed through her shuddering flesh. He worked his fingers deeper and deeper inside her spasming walls while nipping at her quivering pearl.

"Andrew!" she screamed out again,"Fuck me baby... Fuck me Nooowwwwww."

He was inside her with one hard thrust, piercing between her soppy lips, penetrating inside her velvety hot womb as she wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting her pelvis off the floor, bucking and riding him like her rescuing White Knight!

Andrew let out a growl as his cock exploded deep inside her hot clenching cunt. Pulsating spurts of thick creamy fluid was coating her grasping walls.

They both slumped to the floor in a sweaty heap.

Chapter 2

That night at dinner Andrew announced they would be having a house guest for the month of June. Rachel looked at him with a frowning, raised brow.  How dare he invite a friend to stay without consulting me first! And for an entire month? Rachel knew how much Andrew wanted, make that needed, his privacy.

"Okay.. Who is it?" she tried to ask in a calm voice while wanting to scream!

With a smile Andrew answered, "Remember little James? My sister's kid?"

Rachel nodded her head 'yes' although she was having difficulty recalling the boy.

"Well, "Andrew continued," Sis is going to Europe with her girlfriends hoping to get lucky and doesn't want the kid with.. So I.."

Rachel interrupted, "You what? Tell me you did not offer to fucking babysit?" She blurted out rising from her seat in a huff. 

Andrew knew she was pissed. Her beautiful huge breasts were bouncing as she jumped up knocking her chair over.

"Honey.."Andrew said getting up moving round the table to embrace her. "He's nineteen now." He added with a chuckle as he pressed his chest into her erect, protruding nipples giving them a grind. He loved it when she got excited, her entire body reacted!

Rachel started to giggle as she nestled her face into the nape of his neck.

Andrew's hands slid down to grasp Rachel's smooth round ass.  She arched her pelvis into him saying," Okay then sweetie, suppose it could be fun."

They just left the dinner dishes on the table retiring to the den. Andrew had games he wanted to play...

Chapter 3

The next few weeks passed by quickly as Rachel prepared for James arrival. The household seemed alive again, something had definately gotten into Andrew. He was more sensitive, more amorous, wanting to make love at every opportunity and had no problem with 'staying power'! It was wonderful and she was not about to question from where it came!

Rachel, in a playful mood, not realizing what time is was, had just stepped out of the shower. Still naked and dripping, she came waddling down the hallway drying off as Andrew came through the front door. 

"Hey there studman. Wanna taste some fresh pussy?" She asked teasingly, her towel falling to the floor as she threw her arms around her husband's neck!

"Uuuhh... Honey," Andrew started to say before Rachel gasped seeing a handsome young James standing directly behind him!

James came round to Andrew's side and there was his Auntie bare ass naked in his Uncle's arms. 

"Gee what a great welcome!" James exclaimed with a toothy smile. 

Rachel, being a bit of an exhibitionist pulled back from the shelter of her husband's arm, standing nude and exposed to this gorgeous young man she called Nephew.

As if nothing were out of place and making no attempt to cover herself Rachel turned to greet him.

" Why hello James!" her sweet pixie voice sang out as she extended her hand to him.

His eyes were drinking in her beautiful tanned flesh. From her wet golden strands of honey wheat hair, to her twinkling sky blues eyes, down to her ample heaving breasts and tight round tummy following the sweet little patch of fluffy fur leading to her sex, down her shapely legs, right to her painted toenails.

He took her hand drawing her naked body close to his. Taking a deep breath, breathing in her womanly scent he answered. "Mmmm.. nice to see you again Auntie Rachel." He said with a grin as he planted a kiss on the corner of her mouth.

Hmmmm.. Rachel giggled, wondering, "Was missing my lips intentional?"

Andrew bent over picking up Rachel's bath sheet from the floor draping it over her shoulders before turning to close the front door.

"Sorry for not being dressed to greet you properly, James, " Rachel said apologetically with a grin. "I did not realize it had gotten this late."

"Hey, No biggey, Really! Was a great outfit!" James said teasingly as Rachel covered her body with the oversized towel. "No need to change your habits on my account, Auntie. Really. Mom walks round nude all the time at home. It's no big deal, really. Fact is I like to be naked myself."

Andrew had a raised brow and a hardon when he turned around. 

Was that a hint of jealousy mixed with a tad of lust written on Andrew's face she thought she detected before turning to usher James to his room.

"Could you bring his bag Honey?" she called back to her husband, taking James by the arm leading him down the shadowed hallway.

Andrew's eyes glared at Rachel's curvy outline swaying beneath the bath sheet tightly wrapped around her voluptous flesh.  God she was so fucking sexy! Watching her guide that handsome young man into the bedroom, the same bedroom they shared their first Master/slave session in, made his cock jump and twitch as wicked thoughts clouded his mind.  Visions of Rachel taking on His dominant role with James much the way He had with her. Watching her force him to his knees, opening that towel, exposing her beautiful trimmed sex to him! Andrews thoughts were rampant, grabbing his crotch as he shot his load right there.. in his jeans...in the hallway!

"Holy Fuck!" He yelled out loud as his spewing semen leaked through his boxers wetting the groin of his pants. "What the hell are you thinking Andrew?" Silently screamed through his mind!

Rachel's head popped out from around the doorjam of James's room.

"You okay Honey?" she asked as she teasingly flung open the towel exposing her ample bouncing breasts. Her eyes shot down to the trembling hands cupping his crotch. Rachel came out into the hallway, turning her head back into the room. " Be right back James, sweetie. Just make yourself at home!"

"Sure thing Auntie," James sang out as the sound of a bag unzipping echoed off the sparcely covered walls.

Andrew's face was flushing while Rachel, clutching at the ends of her towel, got closer.  He was trying desperately to shield the 'spent excitement' with his hands, but Rachel knew her husband all to well. As she got nearer she opened her towel exposing her beautiful tight body while dragging the towel from side to side across her backside. She was such a fucking tease!  Her huge breasts were jiggling in a circular motion by the time she reached him.

Grinding her naked flesh into him she whispered," You wanna see me fuck James, Don't you honey?"

Andrew jerked the towel off her teasing flesh throwing her down onto the hallway carpet. He knew her sweet little pussy would be soaking wet. Putting his strong hands on her inner thighs he spread her open until she moaned out in agony, before diving into her juicey little cunt.

He was growling and mumbling between her splayed legs, she could not make out his words. Only feel his hot pulsating breath penetrating inside her hot quivering pussy.

She was bucking and jerking off the floor, gripping the back of his head forcing his stiff tongue deeper and deeper inside her wanton cavern.

Biting her lower lip she grunted," Oh baby, I'm going to CUUummmmmmm."

Andrew felt the first wave as her sweet nectar spurted over his captured tongue. He grinded his nose into her quivering clit as he sucked hard on her trembling pussy, drawing her lips inside his mouth creating a delicious fulfilling suction. He played in her wetness with fingers and tongue while she came back from her climax.

They were so absorbed they hadn't noticed James standing just inside the doorway of his bedroom looking at the reflection of them in the mirrored wall at the end of the hallway. 

James knew right then and there this was going to be a summer vacation he would never forget.

Chapter 4

Rachel was in the kitchen preparing supper listening to the faint voices of Andrew and James chatting in the den. Every so often their voices would raise in volume and she caught a few words of their conversation. Dike... cuntfest... butt plug.. What the hell could they be talking about? she wondered as her mind raced in high gear.

"All right Guys!" Rachel called out as she placed the last serving dish on the elegantly set dining room table. " Supper is on!"

Rachel was returning from the kitchen with a pitcher of iced tea as Andrew entered the room with his arm draped over James shoulder. Both had that 'guess what I know' look on their snickering faces.

Tears were welling in Rachel's eyes as their embrace reminded her of the closeness Andrew shared with their oldest son, Randall. He had been away at University for four years now. And with each passing year they saw less and less of him.  Randal was in Austria and he loved it there. Who would have thought the German language was his niche? His love of the outdoors kept him busy as a ski instructor in the winter and a climbing guide in the summer. The Tyrol Land Consevation Authority was holding a postion for him when he graduated in the Fall. Many a night Rachel laid awake, silently cursing herself for ever suggesting the family vacation in Europe, thinking her firstborn would still be in the States if she hadn't. How much James resembled him!

Rachel wiped the trickling tear from her cheek as the men seated themselves, then she sat down opposite James.

"Aunt Rachel.." James spoke first. " The table looks lovely." He was smiling as he shook out the napkin she had so cleverly shaped into a flower, before placing it across his lap.

Andrew was laughing. "Yeah, Don't get used to it James. She does this for special company but after tonight you'll be considered family."

Rachel raised her foot beneath the table giving Andrew a stiff jab to the groin for that remark. His mouth flew open as he reached down grabbing her foot by the toe, lovingly massaging it as if it were his forgiving penance.

James appeared nervous, not eating much, instead chattering away about college. Rachel stood up, taking the pitcher, leaning over to James, filling his glass with more iced tea. Her blouse billowed open giving James a perfect view of her unbraed pendulace breasts.

"So how are your parents, James?" Rachel asked, sitting back down before taking the last nibble of her beef stroganoff.

James face was flushing a bright red as he looked over to his Uncle, wondering if he had been discovered peering down Rachel's blouse.

"Well..." James hesitated. "Mom and pop divorced about three years ago."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Rachel said with a tear in her eye, reaching her hand across the table to take James' hand.

He took her hand with a childlike innocence and continued. "Well. Dad is the one to feel sorry for." he said flatly lowering his head.

"Why is that James?" Rachel asked as her fingers intertwined with his.

" 'Cause MY sister is a freakin Dike! That's WHY!" Andrew blurted out. "Can you believe that? She has a body to fuckin die for and she wastes it on another fuckin broad?"

"Andrew!" Rachel screamed at him with a look of horror." I do not care if Audrey IS your sister. She also happens to be James' Mother! Please show him some respect!"

Andrew sunk back in his chair like a scolded schoolboy, grabbing his glass of wine for comfort.

Rachel's clouding eyes turned to James as her fingers mulled with his.

He sat with a blank stare, memerized, as if he had not heard a word just spoken. All of a sudden as if flood gates had been opened, his thoughts began pouring from his lips.

" Only forty three, beautiful dark brown hair, dark almond shaped eyes, nice and tan with cute little freckles on her chest and cleavage, large full nursable breasts, curvey wide motherly hips, a great heart shaped bottom.... "  He paused, tears clouding his eyes as if he were viewing her right there before him.

Andrew's knife dropped to his plate with a clank, startling everyone.

James nervously gave his head a shake, wiping his eyes on the back of his sleeve before picking up his glass of iced tea, taking a sip.

"Anyone for dessert?" Rachel sang out trying to change the subject.

"Yeah. How about you?" Andrew blurted out pressing her still captured foot into his groin.

James face was flushing a bright red as his thoughts flashed back to the naked reflection of his aunt and uncle in the hallway mirror earlier.  Rachel's beautiful toned body resembled his mothers and all of a sudden he was longing to be with her.

Andrew stood up from the table.

"Come on James. Rachel made the meal, so let's help her out and clean up."

Rachel gasped, choking on her wine by her husband's unexpected offer.

"Are you all right Auntie?" James asked coming around the table to her rescue.

Rachel was choking and coughing as James grabbed her by the arms extending them above her head.

Andrew, showing signs of jealousy, just shook his head leaving for the kitchen with dishes in both hands.

"Take a slowww breath Auntie," James said in a comforting voice, lowering her arms as her choking subsided.

"Thank You Honey," she struggled to say with a raspy voice tapping her knuckles against her chest. James was softly rubbing her shoulders while she regained her composure.

His thoughts drifted to his mother as his fingers methodically kneeded up and down the tense muscles in Rachel's neck and back. Many a night James would hear muffled moans coming from his mother's empty bedroom. She never asked for anything so James would sneek into her room and massage her aching body until she drifted off to sleep. He was very good with his hands. All those years of masterbating and massaging were paying off with a very sensitive touch!

Chapter 5

The weeks passed by to quickly. James would be leaving come Sunday already. Andrew was swamped at work not returning home until the wee hours while Rachel was busy editing the the story which had been accepted for publication over at Playboy Magazine. They wanted to interview her at Mr. Hefner's Mansion and she was on her way home to give James the good news; He was coming with her tomorrow!  That would give him something to 'brag about' with his pals back home!

Pulling into their long drive she sensed something was wrong and her impressions were seldom misplaced! She parked her SUV in the adjoining garage and slipped in the side entrance. A low buzz was humming throughout the otherwise quiet house, eminating from the spare bedroom James was occupying.

Rachel's mind was racing with guilt. James' welfare had been entrusted to them and now she felt he had been neglected these past weeks. What with Andrew working late and her writing consuming most of thier time. 




That Day in the Shower



She nervously slipped down the hallway towards his room. The humming was growing louder. Her heart was pounding, her breath was ragged in anticipation of what she might find. Hesitantly she peeked around the door jam silently gasping at the sight before her eyes.

There was James, alone, on his back, lying naked across the bed wearing a black lace thong... Hers! Her sex toys were laying beside him and the humming was her hand held vibrator traveling up and down his lace covered cock!

His beautiful male physique glistening with perspiration, adourned in her intimate lacey panties, was undulating up and down on the bed. 

There, out of view, she silently stood in awe watching the mucsles in his forearm flex as he dragged her vibrator up and down the full length of the bulge beneath her panties.  Knowing his young virgin cock was inside was making her own sex tingle and twitch.

The look of pure abandon was written on his handsome face as his free hand stroked back and forth in circular motions across his muscular heaving chest, stopping only briefly to twist an erect nipple. Soft moans escaped his clenched lips as his body writhed and wriggled about on the laid back satin sheets.

Rachel's own hands were now inching up under her short skirt, grasping at her barren moist pussy lips. Her juices coating the fingers now slipping up inside her hot quivering quim. Soon she was masterbating in rythym with James. Her free hand cupping and massaging her right breast as her eyes stayed fixated on James impending orgasm.

Rachel jumped with a start as James threw the vibrator onto the bed, jerking his gorgeous cock free of her stretched panties as it began spurting its creamy contents up onto his washboard stomach.  Her eyes were feasting as a skilled hand milked his virgin organ, shooting streams and streams of precious male essence onto his quivering flesh. She was so aroused she too exploded in orgasm, falling back against the hallway wall, withdrawing her soppy fingers from her quivering nest, bringing her thighs tightly together as if to hold back this forbidden treat.

"Uhhhnn... " she moaned, slipping her wet fingers inside her mouth, unable to resist her own pleasure.

James jumped to a sitting position at the sound. 

Cupping her hands over her mouth to muffle her voice she called out. 

" James.... I'm home." she added tiptoeing back towards the kitchen.

She could hear him scrambling inside his bedroom. 

"Yeah... Uuuuhhh... Okay Auntie," he acknowledged almost breathless.

Not wishing to embarrass him she called out from the kitchen, "James, I need to walk down to the mailbox! Be back in a few."

She smiled to herself, slipping into the laundry room instead to blot her dripping puss, allowing James time to return her things to their rightful place.

Her mind was racing, hoping he, by some fortunate chance had spilled his virgin essence on her panties. The thought was driving her nuts!

She quietly emerged from the laundry room with only her scent lingering as Andrew pushed through the side door entering the narrow hallway. Rachel let out a scream!

Andrew turned, "Honey, are you all right?" He asked opening his arms to her, drawing her close adding, " Baby, You're trembling."

Rachel smiled giving him a 'welcome home' hug, whispering. "Dear... We really need to have a little talk with James."

Before Rachel could say anymore James, dressed in no more than a pair of Levi cut offs, saundered innocently into the kitchen. His face glowing, his young toned body still glistening.

God he was handsome! Her thoughts jumped back to seeing him laying there near naked on his bed. She gave her head a shake, trying to clear the unholy image.

Andrew was squeezing her shoulders, beaming with a snicker on his face.

"OK Uncle. What's Up?" James asked with a grin.

"We're celebrating tonight!" Andrew offered, "You need to get dressed."

"Oh really... and why's that?" James asked with a raised brow as his eyes helplessly trailed to Rachel's erect nipples.

Andrew looked down to Rachel, "Honey, You haven't told him yet?"

"Tell me what? Tell me what?" James prodded, acting like a schoolboy bobbing back and forth from one foot to the other.

Rachel was smiling. What a change from the young orgasmic male, she had witnessed a few minutes ago ejaculating while dressed her in intimate apparel. Was this the same young man?

Andrew squeezed Rachel's collar bone jerking her back from her thoughts.

"uhhhh.. Noooo.. I haven't.." She blurted out as her face flushed." You go ahead and tell him Andrew!"

"Please, Just some one tell me!" James said looking up and down at their faces.

"Well, Your Auntie here has gotten one of her erotic stories accepted for publication in Playboy Magazine and they're interviewing her at Mr. Hefner's mansion tomorow!" Andrew explained proudly while softly kneeding Rachel's shoulders as he spoke.

"Oh My God! That's awesome Auntie! You never told me you write Erotica! How cool." He said, coming over, sandwiching a blushing Rachel between Andrew as he draped his arms around them both.

Rachel was in heaven, feeling two hard cocks. One pressing from behind. One pressing in front. She felt like the luckiest angel on earth!

Chapter 6

The three were perched on high stools in the darkened bar at ' Dakota's ' waiting for their table when Rachel told James the rest of her good news; he was accompanying her to the Mansion for the interview. 

"You're kidding me, Right?" He asked looking over to Andrew who was smiling, shaking his head no. "Oh My God!" James shouted out jumping up and down like a schoolboy," I don't believe this! Oh My God this can't be true! I don't know what to say!" James threw his arms around Rachel's neck and planted a big appreciative kiss right on her still parted lips!

She jumped as his tongue penetrated her mouth. What was she doing allowing her Nephew to kiss her like this? She wanted to pull away but found her tongue dancing with his instead. Out the corner of her eye she looked for Andrew's reaction. He was smiling... She knew there would really be a celebration when the three of them returned home tonight.

No one appeared to be very interested in their meal! Rachel was fidgeting in her seat, fasntasing about later tonight as her woman juices began seeping through her already saturated panties. James kept excusing himself from the table, only to return with the smell of smoke lingering was on his clothing. And Andrew was downing wine, never wiping that grinning smile from his face. 

"Anyone for dessert?" The pretty brunette waitress asked returning with a pitcher of water in hand.

Rachel's face flushed a soft pink as the men answered in unison, "Desserts at home!"

They all laughed out loud as the waitress left to get their tab.

Andrew had the radio blaring during the ride home, oldies were blasting while each was wondering what the other might be planning.

'Unchained Melody' was playing as Andrew pulled into the driveway.

"Oh Please, honey." Rachel moaned,"Don't turn the car off yet. I love this song."

"Well. Just come on in when its over then." He said looking into the back seat at James. "You don't mind staying out here with her, do ya buddy?" 

"Nope," James answered with a wink as Rachel closed her eyes drinking in the words of the song.

Andrew closed his car door and disappeared inside the house leaving James and Rachel alone in the car.

The music stirred as James slowly eased his hands over Rachel's soft rounded shoulders, sliding them down inside her blouse, happy to find unencumbered full motherly breasts. Rachel squirmed, inching higher in her seat as James' strong hands sunk lower, cupping them both, drawing them upwards, squeezing his fingers together in a waving motion against her soft ample flesh. 

Rachel was moaning, her breath ragged and labored as James gently fondled her beautiful masses. Lifting in his seat he was sinking his hands down inside the waistband of her skirt when the music suddenly stopped. Rachel let out a nervous giggle as James withdrew his hands from her quivering flesh.

"James," she whispered, "Would you like to join Andrew and I tonight?"

His thoughts were racing, wondering if Uncle Andrew had shared their private conversations with her. Did she know; he was still a virgin? that he had a fetish for woman's undergarments? how much the sight of her turned him on?

'Uhhhh..." he stammered uncertain if he was ready to jump into a threesome especially with his Aunt and Uncle!

They closed up the car walking into the house together.

"Hey You two!" Andrew called from back of the house hearing the side door slam closed, "Get your butts in here."

Rachel and James looked to each with an adventurous giggle obediently heading down the darkened hallway to the Master bedroom.

Andrew greeted them at the bedroom doorway stark naked as soft candlelight flickered behind him on the nightstands on either side of the big king sized poster bed. The fluffy peach colored comforter was already turned down and the fragrant scent of vanilla filled the room.

Without a word James began peeling his clothes off right there in the doorway while Andrew assisted Rachel with removing hers. Then taking her by the hand, led her into the mist filled bathroom.

"Come on James. You too." he said looking back at the young stud standing naked in the flickering light. James' cock was standing straight out which didn't surprize Andrew one bit. The sight of Rachel's beautiful naked ass would make any healthy male hard as a rock!

The oversized jacuzzi was filled and still, without a ripple, until Andrew reached over flipping on the switch. The roar of the jets filled the room and suddenly the pool came alive with frothing bubbles. All three naked bodies stepped close to the edge... 

"Ahhhh...yess," James sang out. The first to climb inside as his young naked flesh eased beneath the bubbling surface. His eyes were glued to Rachel's toned body as she lifted one leg, exposing her sweetly groomed garden, then the other, before settling in beside him.

Andrew was climbing over the edge and gasped as his balls brushed against the cold porcelain rim.

"Dammit. That was cold," He said laughing as he eased in beside a giggling Rachel.

With just their heads bobbing above the bouncing surface they all settled in. Rachel in the middle with James on one side, Andrew on the other.

Her legs were floating as her bottom lifted, suspended in the watery tomb. With a smile, James reached over taking her right buttock in his hand.. God she felt good, her cheek filling his hand as he slowly squeezed and squeezed. Rachel couldn't resist either, she wanted to feel James' little virgin cock in her hand! Reaching over she captured his waving organ, wrapping her slender fingers around it growing girth.

James let out a sigh as Rachel's slippery hand slowly stroked up and down his swollen rod, while Andrew inched closer to Rachel taking her floating breast between his hands, carefully lifting it above the whirling water as he brought her erect little bud to his mouth to tenderly nibble.

"Hummmmm. Oh Andrew, You know how much I love when you do that," she moaned while squeezing harder on James' captured cock.

The churning surface offered sanctuary, setting their inhibitions free as unbridled exploration went rampant beneath the whirling pool. Gentle fingers worked their way between Rachel's fluttering pussy lips piercing inside her weightless womb. With both men engulfing her, she was uncertain whose hands were massaging her breasts, whose fingers were invading her body orafices as they took their turns exploring her tight holes. She was feeling lightheaded. Perspiration was beading on her flushed face. The room began to spin as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Without warning her grip on James released and her head disappered beneath the water's surface.

"Rachel!" James screamed out as he turned, scooping his strong hands under her arms pulling her unconscious body to the surface. Her head hung limply to one side.

"What the hell happened?" Andrew blurted out, standing up while bending over to take Rachel's lifeless body into his arms. He scooped her up, turning, carrying her limp flesh out of the jacuzzi.

James watched Andrew's tight ass flexing as he lifted one leg then the other out onto the cold tile floor. His own cock twitching at the site of Andrew bent over laying Rachel down onto the bathroom rug.

She was coming to as James stepped out of the jacuzzi, grabbing a towel off the bar, blotting himself.

Andrew looked up, "I'm sorry James. Rachel is not used to drinking wine and the heat of the jacuzzi was probably just to much for her tonight. We had better call it a night."

"Hey, No problem." James said with a look of relief as he slipped between his Uncle and the cabinet, looking down onto their naked bodies, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Naw, "Andrew answered," I'll just get her into bed. She'll be all right in the morning. But thanks Buddy. Sleep tight!" he added giving James a loving slap across the bare ass before James dropped the towel, wrapping it around him.

"Night then, Uncle," James said with a grin, his twitching cock bobbing beneath the towel as he dashed off to his bedroom. 

Chapter 7

Furling back his comforter, crawling into his cozy bed, James took his aroused cock in hand as he drifted off to sleep. Soon his eyes were darting back and forth from side to side behind closed lids.

He was comfortably leaning back against his headboard, his favorite tunes flowing from the headset covering his ears, his legs crossed Indian style, his hands in his lap gently stroking his cock. His rythmn was slow and easy much like the music filling his ears. A vivid image splashed across his mental screen... his beautiful eighteen year old sister Stacey.  How wicked he felt and how furious she would have been had she known he viewed her womanhood earlier!

He had caught glimpses of her naked body before while scurrying between bedroom and bath, even glimpses of the trimmed blonde patch leading down to her little hidden pearl, but never before had he seen her beautiful jewel open and exposed! She had been in her bedroom, sitting on a chair in front of her vanity, one leg cocked up on the edge of the table, the other stretched out wide. The fingers of her left hand were holding her puffy labia to one side as her right hand carefully dragged the razor up and down along her crease and slit.

James silently stood at her door, undetected, viewing the reflection of his sister's open pussy in the vanity mirror as she fingered her labia from side to side while the razor left a clean trail from her trimmed mound to her smooth perineum.

James skilled hands were stroking his cock with the same rythymn of his sister's flowing razor..Up and down...Up and down.

All of a sudden the music stopped. James eyes popped open and there stood his robed mother holding his cd player in her hand, her eyes looking to his exposed groin.  Embarrassed, he cupped his hands over his raging hardon. His face flushed scarlet as he looked into her questioning eyes.

With an approving smile on her face, his mother gently sat down on the bed beside him.

"James..." she spoke softly, touching her hand to his knee, " There's no need for you to be embarrassed, Honey. Masterbation is perfectly normal. Please go ahead." she added casually opening her robe cupping her full ample breast.

James cock began twitching as he watched this loving understanding woman massage her beautiful breast. His hands stroked his throbbing cock in earnest feeling an acceptance he had waited nineteen years to hear.

"Ohhhh MOM.." he screamed out as his virgin cock began spitting out its long pent up contents. He looked up into his Mother's pretty face. She blew him a kiss as his warm cum shot in spurts onto his heaving chest.

"James... James... Are you all right Honey? " Rachel whispered in the dark as her soft hands felt there way across the sheets covering James' trembling asleep body. 

Only soft whimpers were escaping his quivering lips. Rachel lifted the sheets, slipping in beside him, pulling his innocent body to hers she wrapped her arms about him, nestling his head into her naked cleavage.  She felt his mouth, his lips, his tongue encompass her soft smooth nipple, tenderly nursing on her as she fell asleep cradling him in her arms.

Chapter 8

The men awakened to the aroma of fresh coffee beans and the sound of a groaning grinder. Rachel was already in the kitchen preparing a surprize for them!

James smelled Rachel's scent all about him as he pulled himself out of bed, rubbing his eyes before slipping into a pair of boxer shorts, stumbling out to the kitchen.

"Morning Auntie.." He called out coming round the refridgerator. He gasped as his eyes focused on her, standing by the sink, wearing only black lace panties... The ones He had on yesterday!

He felt his face blush a bright red as she turned, her large nursed breasts bouncing as she gave him an 'Oh I know' look.

Turning back to the sink she giggled a ' Good Morning James' as he slumped onto the hard wooden bench of the kitchen's breakfast nook.

"Hey, Morning You two!" Andrew sang out as he came into the kitchen walking over to Rachel, sliding his arms around her sides, locking his hands in front of her belly. "Nice outfit," He whispered in her ear before giving her playful nibbles on the nape of her neck.

She was wiggling and squirming, giggling and gasping as she tried to get away from his mouth. Her neck was her most ticklish spot and Andrew new it, trying to drive her wild!

"Honey PLEASE.." She finally screamed out, "I'm about to wet my panties if you dont stop!"

James laughed coming to her rescue, "Oh.. Now Uncle Andrew," He added teasingly,"We wouldn't want her to do that. Now would we?"

Andrew laughed agreeing with James as he released her but not before giving her ass cheek a good hard slap! Walking over to join James, Andrew asked, "So how'd You sleep last night James? Rachel must've been restless. I felt her get up, but hell, I was so exhausted I just fell right back to sleep." He added with a chuckle, sliding in opposite James.

James thoughts were reeling as his mind searched for an answer. Naked images of his Sister, his Mother, Rachel and Andrew were all whirling round and round. "Uuuhhhh.. okay, I guess" he finally spoke.

"Well... " Rachel offered, carefully walking towards them, balancing a tray holding three mugs of steaming coffee and a plate of yummy Danish. "James, you were calling out 'Mom' when I got up to get a drink of water last night."

James face was flushing again.

Rachel bent forward, easing the tray onto the table when all of a sudden her pendualce breasts flung forward slamming into the mugs of coffee, sending hot scalding liquid flying everywhere.

The men both jumped up as Rachel screamed out, but it was to late. Hot coffee splattered agaisnt all three of thier chests.

"Come on!" Andrew said grabbing Rachel by the hand dragging her towards the bathroom."You to James! Get in here!"

Andrew ducked into the guest bathroom with the Large shower and reached in turning on the water.

"Get in there!" He ordered giving Rachel a nudge and grabbing James by the arm pulling him inside.

Pulling a tube of Melalueca body foam off the ledge he flipped the cap open and squeezed it, shooting the contents onto all three of their chests in turn.

Rachel sighed first as the relief was instant! Then came James...

Tears were welling in Rachel's eyes as the three stood there, in just there undies while water showered down on them.

"Baby, What's a matter? It still burn?" Andrew asked massaging more foam over her trembling breasts.                                                       




That Day in the Shower



"Noo.. I just feel so stupid knocking those mugs the way I did." she cried covering her eyes."Damn big breasts."

"Ahhh.."James whispered gently rubbing her back trying to console her. "You have beautiful breasts Auntie."

"Yes you do Honey." Andrew added, "It was just a silly accident."

James turned towards the shower head allowing the gentle pulse to rinse off the soapy foam. Rachel's hands moved softly up and down his back, inching her fingertips down inside the waistband of his soaked boxers. 

"You don't need these in here James," She whispered as her fingers tugged on the soppy material pulling them down his hips, exposing his tight round ass cheeks.

Andrew was behind Rachel, his chest agaisntt her back, leaning to her ear he whispered,"Baby, you know you want to suck James cock. Get on your hands and knees and I'll fuck you while you do."

"Oh God Yes," Rachel screamed out as her sex began pulsating.

Her scream startling James, he spun around. His boxers were down to his knees and his virgin cock was sticking straight out.

Rachel dropped down to her hands and knee. Her head angled up. The water was cascading down James muscular frame and streaming off his cock like an inviting water fountain. Rachel pursed her open mouth at his tip.

Andrew sighed grabbing her by the hips lunging her forward onto James ready pole.

James let out a low gutteral growl as Rachel's mouth captured his showering cock. Her tongue, the soft inner flesh of her cheeks began massaging his swelling organ as she slowly pumped and sucked.

"Oh Auntie.." James groaned out thrusting his pelvis forward to get more of his virgin meat inside her warm wet mouth.

Rachel's upturned ass was too inviting. Andrew pulled his hard cock through the opening in his wet boxers and rubbed it teasingly up and down the crack of her ass. She was moaning and rocking, inching her knees open further to allow her husband access to her tight little hole.

With one swift thrust Andrew empaled his lovely wife all the way to his base. Looking over to James he smiled, "Isn't she great James? Nobody sucks cock like my wife."

"UUhnnnn.." James groaned as his face winced in sweet agony. His eyes closed tightly, his body tensed and shook as he held his hands on his Auntie's head while she brought him to orgasm with her mouth.

She was in a rythymn tightening and releasing her sphincter mucsle on her husband's buried cock as her mouth sucked and swallowed James precious fluids.

"AAAaahhhhh Yesss..." her husband screamed out as her clenching ring brought him to orgasm as well.

She was being fed at both ends and loving it as soft moans and hums sounded from her mouth full of cock. Andrew reached down slipping two fingers inside her quivering pussy, drawing his wet fingers out onto her clit, pinching her quivering bud between his finger and thumb.  Her body was trembling...

"Cum for me Honey," Andrew said to his pleasuring wife. He felt her clit pulsating beneath his squeezing digits.. "MMM...Yes baby... that's it."

Her mouth pulled off James flaccid cock as her orgasm ripped through her. She was screaming out her husband's name as her pussy continued to sweetly spasm. 

James fell back against the cold shower wall, the cascading water sheeting down before him.  He called out "Oh God," as the droplets pounded on the sensitive head of his cock.

Rachel slumped to her stomach on the tiled shower floor as Andrew slumped back agasint the wall opposite James.

All were panting and moaning.  No one left the shower that morning feeling any residual pain from the spilled coffee. But James never drank another cup without remembering his Auntie pleasuring him the way she did that day in the shower.



That Doesn't Mean I'm a Lesbian!



"Wake up, beautiful."

"Morning, gorgeous." Grace rolled over and kissed Linda. Both of the beauties - each indeed matched the others' verbal description - were clad in panties and babydoll nighties. As was usual when they slept together.

"Grace -- are you awake enough to talk?"

"Sure."

"We should talk about where we are going."

"Going? Is everything OK? For me, everything is going great. Better and better every day, actually. And for you? Is there something special you want to talk about?"

"Well, yes...

"It can't be that you want to know whether I love you - you know that. You want me to tell you how much? How you are my one true soulmate? How I love you soooo much? More than I have ever loved anyone!"

"I always like to hear that, and you know that I love you too, just as much. But that's not it."

"Do you want me to tell you how glad I am you picked me up - seduced me? One simple dance, you said. For 2 girls to dance doesn't mean anything, you said. And then we held hands. And then you squeezed my hand. And then I squeezed back. And at the end of the evening you asked for a light kiss. And then.... then months later I finally went to bed with you. Its been - what, three months we've been making love? More since we started dating, of course. Nine months since that dance. The happiest time of my life."

"When I saw you at that party I couldn't help myself. You were the most captivating girl I'd ever seen. I saw you with those guys eating out of your hand, panting over you. But my reaction was not jealousy over the guys wanting you instead of me. My reaction was that I wanted you too. I was jealous of the guys for having your attention. I'm so glad you finally talked to me. But at that point I never thought you'd consider being with me. With any girl." 

"Well, I sure never imagined when we started talking we'd hit it off so well. That we'd see each other, first as friends, then as BFF's, and then... then, then that first dance, then that first kiss.... Then falling in love, and finally, finally, becoming lovers."

"It sure took me long enough to get you to bed. It wasn't easy seducing a straight girl. But I had to, because I fell in love with you at first sight."

"I was a lot slower. I never, at first, thought I could ever fall in love with a girl. I would never had let myself! And before I made love with you I had to be sure I was in love with you. And you with me. I'm proud to call myself an old fashioned girl."

"That's part of what I love about you. So sweet you had to be in love first. Not too common, today. But that made it so much more special when we did it. But now, you beautiful creature, you're so beautiful I can hardly look at you and remember what I wanted to say."

"Linda, sexy Linda, what do you want to say."

Linda (still in her babydoll nightie and panties) kneels, and then gets down on one knee in front of Grace. Linda trembles, quakes, and then calms down. Summoning all her courage, a look of determination on her radiant face, she pauses, collects herself, pushes her sensuously long hair out of her eyes, reaches for a small box, and holds it in front of her. She opens it and takes out a diamond ring, which she offers to Grace while asking, "Grace, will you make me the happiest and luckiest girl in the world by marrying me?"

Grace gasps in shock! "Linda! Marriage between two women is only for lesbians. I'm not a lesbian! Or even bi. I'm a straight girl!"

"But... don't you love me?"

"Of course I love you. You know I do. More than anything!"

"More than you've ever loved a guy?"

"Of course. And you know that too. I think I've never really loved a guy, not really. I thought I did at the time, but not like this, not this intensely. Not compared to how I love you. Guys are nice, really great, but I'm so much more in love with you than I've ever been with a guy."

Taking Grace's face in her hands and staring into her eyes, Linda continued, almost crying, "Grace, my Graceie, you love me. I love you. Right?"

"Right. A thousand times Right! Please don't cry! I don't want to make you cry!"

"Then why won't you marry me?"

"Because ... because I'm not a lesbian or bisexual! Having sex with you doesn't make me a lesbian. Lesbians marry each other, but since I'm straight I'll marry a man."

"But Grace - you love me and you've never really loved a guy. You're in love with another girl! That means you're a lesbian or at least bisexual." 

"No it doesn't. Lots of women - most women, I think - actually love another woman more than any man. Lots of women are, in truth, much closer to another woman, are more in sync with another woman. Women fulfill each others' needs better. Every kind of need, and every kind of want as well. They confide more with another woman, their soulmate can better be another woman. For most girls their life actually revolves emotionally around another woman. They are closer to other women, more intimate emotionally. 

But usually women don't all it love. Maybe its due to societal pressure that most women are afraid to call it "love". But it really is love, romantic love. I'm sure most women are in denial that the one they love most in the world is another woman. I'm just being more honest when I tell you that I love you, my best girlfriend, with all my heart. 

Besides - you're the most lovable person I've ever met. Anyone would fall in love with such a wonderful person. This doesn't mean I'm a lesbian. Just an honest straight woman."

"But... you also love making love with me, a girl. That makes you at least bisexual. Please kiss me so I can make my point."

The panty clad Linda paused, then kissed Grace. Their hard bodies held each other as the kiss lasted, and lasted, and lasted -- for 10 full minutes! A kiss that eventually included each girl kissing the others' face and neck, their hands rubbing all over one anothers' body. Finally, Linda slowly broke their kiss and, holding Grace close to her and, peppering small kisses all over her face whispered, "Didn't you like our kissing?"

"Yes. God yes! But most women kiss other women. And like it. That doesn't mean most women are lesbians or bi. It just means that girl kisses are much better than guy kisses. More romantic, tender, more passionate, no scratchy hair, with lips so soft, sweet and gentle. Anyone would rather kiss a girl. As Shakespeare put it: "Were kisses all the joys in bed, one woman would another wed." Linda, just because you're a great kisser, just because I can't resist your kisses, doesn't mean I'm a lesbian. It just means I'm a normal woman. Women are just way better at kissing. Its that simple."

Linda then resumed kissing her, and soon started to kiss her breasts. After 10 minute of breast and nipple play Grace moaned, and then became louder and more passionate. Finally Linda reached for her clit. Within seconds Grace lost control, shook her beautiful head from side to side, her gorgeous hair flying, her screams getting louder, and finally she climaxed so loudly Linda worried the neighbors might think someone was being murdered.

After Grace's breathing returned to normal, Linda gently whispered, "Didn't you like that also?"

"It blows my mind when you make me cum. No man ever did that to me, not like that. But it doesn't mean I'm a lesbian, or bisexual. I just love having my breasts and clit get expert attention from a sensitive and patient lover. Any girl would cum when someone as sexy as you, an awesome lover like you, does that to them. Someone as sensuous and beautiful as you are. Especially when its done by someone they are in love with."

"But Grace - you said that when a guy does it to you, you don't cum as often, or as passionately."

"That's because guys don't really know how to do it as well. Like the old saying goes, only a girl really knows how to satisfy another girl. And - being so soft and pretty - you have a big sexual advantage over any guy. Of course no guy can compare with you in terms of lovemaking. Unless he were as soft as you, as pretty as you. Unless he had a pussy so that he knew how to make love to a pussy! Unless he were a she! Its unfair to compare a man to a sexy woman. 

Besides, I've never really been in love with a guy, although I always thought I was at the time. And being in love makes the sex a lot better. But just because I love it when you kiss me and when you rub my breasts and clit doesn't make me a lesbian."

With a look of determination Linda took off her nightie and displayed her gorgeous, perfect C cup breasts. Grace exclaimed in mock anger, "Linda! You're simply not playing fair! You know I'm a sucker for your breasts! You know I can't resist them." Then, proving it, she lunged, taking as much of one of Linda's breasts into her mouth as possible and sucking on her nipple as if her life depended on it. And then the other. Finally Linda pulled Grace a few inches back from her breasts and whispered seductively, "Are you sure you don't like girls just a little bit?"

Grace thrust her head forward, kissed each of Linda's breasts, and then replied, "Don't confuse the issues. Your chest is amazing. Your nipples are infinitely sexier than any guy nipples. Your breasts are so much sexier than any man's breasts that its not fair to compare them. Anyone would agree that girl chests are sexier. So believing this doesn't make me a lesbian."

Linda then switched tactics. "Grace, you cum when you get on top of me and rub your pussy against mine. You love tribbing, being on top, and you kiss me, and our nipples rub, and our clits rub, and we both have the most mindblowing cum ever. Right?" 

"It truly is the best cum ever. But that just means I appreciate beauty, passion, and sensuality. Even though guys are great looking, girls are soooo beautiful. Especially you. When I'm on top I love looking at your sexy face, your hair, feeling you against me, and hearing your sexy voice while you cum. 

Cocks are great. But having our clits rub one another is the hottest thing in the world.... Nature put our clits so that they can make love with each other. A cock feels great inside, but it doesn't directly kiss my clit. Making love to by a cock is like being rubbed on while you wear panties - sure you can cum like that, but its not as nice as doing it directly. 

Loving beauty and passion, and cuming from rubbing my pussy on the hottest pussy in the world - any straight woman would cum from that, I bet, especially if that pussy belongs to the beautiful woman they love. To their soulmate. This doesn't make me a lesbian. All of this just means that nature has equipped women to be much sexier than men in terms of lovemaking. Its not fair to compare you in bed to a man because you - any woman - has so many natural advantages. I think that any straight woman would cum from clit-on-clit lovemaking because its simply the best sexual position ever."

"So, Grace, you like making love with me more than with any man?"

"Of course! You know that! I really like guys but... not only are you so pretty, you're also so passionate. I love the sounds of your lovemaking. Just listening to you makes me cum. Guys are so quiet, just some grunting. Another advantage for girls."

"Grace - you admit that girl kisses are better, that girl chests are sexier, girls are prettier, that tribbing is better than intercourse, that girl lovemaking sounds are better..."

"These are just natural advantages that girls have over guys. So what?"

"In a way, Grace, its like we're already married. Like a husband and wife, we're in love and we make love."

"No, Linda! We're not like a husband and wife! Because its so much hotter when two girls do it! I've been with guys lots of time so I know. And I think that the love between two women is also more intense."

"So why we can't get married?"

"Because... you're not a man."

"Is it because I don't have a cock? Are you saying you wish I had one?"

"Silly! You're perfect the way you are. Your clit is sexier than any cock. If you had a cock you wouldn't have those fabulous tits, that rear, those curves, that beautiful face."

"But you like them, right? Why won't you marry me?"

"We're going in circles. I told you - because I'm not a lesbian! Or even bi!" 

Linda decided to try something else. "Grace, maybe you are completely straight. But why can't a straight women get married to another woman?"

Grace stared mutely into space.

"Where does it say that only 2 lesbians can get married? Any two people can get married now. We can get married even if you're straight!" 

Linda, now clad only in her panties, walked over to Grace, who was sitting. Linda gazed down upon her beautiful face. Linda kneeled, and again asked, "Grace, you stubborn straight woman, the love of my life, will you marry me?"

Grace paused. Tears welled up in her eyes, followed by a release that was both tears and joy. "Yes, Linda. Yes, Yes, Yes!!!!" Grace grabbed Linda and kissed her so hard, and wrapped their bodies together so hard, that the two girls almost merged into one. 

*

Epilogue: Grace and Linda got married and lived happily ever after.