0 comments/ 10583 views/ 0 favorites Georgia On My Mind By: Lord Greystoke Writer's Note: This story is a fantasy and is intended to be fun. It is inspired by a veteran Literotica member and is in no way true, (At least to my knowledge). Some items are based on what this member put in her profile. Everything else is just fantasy for you, the reader to enjoy. I have many times sat and contemplated destiny; or fate if you rather. I like the term destiny, though, it seems to personify the essence of that ideal. I believe that destiny is a woman. That's a simple statement, I know, maybe too simple. Now don't get me wrong I am not saying that it is a specific woman, although in my case that would seem to be true, but rather woman in the general sense. Destiny crossed my path a little under a year ago and just like all encounters with her, she changed my life forever. I guess I should introduce myself. The name is John Greystoke. Yeah, that's right, Greystoke, like Tarzan. No, I'm not related, although in some small way I guess I do have some of his attributes. I like the outdoors. I like to camp and hike and fish, I love what Mother Nature has given to us and I am jealous of its wonders. I will do whatever necessary, short of breaking the law, to protect it. Anyway, for those who are interested I'm 6'2" about 190 pounds, I don't swing from trees but my workouts consist of the hiking and such that I spoke of earlier. Some female friends consider me 'cute' or handsome, I don't know about that I just take their word for it. But this one girl, no scratch that, this woman, she's the one who stole my heart. She's the one that taught me the unimaginable capacity a single person has to love. She's the one that I can't seem to shake from my mind. She's the one destiny chose for me to cross paths with. Looking back, it really came about in a rather mundane way. Contemplating destiny, it seems that's the way she seems to work most of the time; in ways most unexpected. But I digress. My vacation was coming up and I was looking forward to at least a couple of weeks of R and R. I love my job, don't get me wrong, but working as I do with troubled teens, it gets to be pretty stressful at times. I was looking forward to getting away someplace that wasn't Arizona. My usual way of deciding where to go would seem a bit reckless I guess, but I actually got the idea from some morning talk show that dealt with travel. I would take a map of the U.S. and put it on my garage wall. I would stand back about six or eight feet and launch a dart at the map and wherever the dart landed, that would be the state I would visit, not counting of course my own state. I know now that destiny guided that dart. With her hand it really wasn't random. It landed on the state of Georgia. All I could think of was, 'What's in Georgia?' Well, I did what I always do, I hit the computer and searched the net for what to do in Georgia. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw that Georgia has a wonderful recreation site near Gainseville nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of the Chattahoochee National Forest. I knew then where I was going. Hiker's paradise, here I come! The day finally arrived and I loaded up my SUV with all of my camping and fishing gear and didn't spare a moment to look back. I was so ready for this trip. I knew it was going to take about 28 to 30 hours driving time, so I took off totally prepared. I didn't want to stop along the way except maybe to get a little shut-eye. The trip was uneventful and went as smooth as I had hoped. When I got to the lodge, I signed in for one of the four bedroom cottages that were nestled right in the wooded area. It was a beautiful sight, but I was ready for some serious sleep, so after unloading the SUV of what I needed, I took a quick shower and lay back down on the bed with only the towel from my shower wrapped around me. It didn't take long for sleep to finally hit me. I was out like a light. I awoke about 4:30 p.m. and decided I would take a drive into the town to pick up some groceries. One of the reasons I had wanted a cottage was because of the kitchen it had. I didn't mind eating at the lodge or in the restaurants in town, but I wasn't a bad cook myself and I enjoyed the independence. I went to the nearest Food Lion grocery store and that is where destiny decided to get me big time. I was just entering the store walking toward the carts when I noticed a lady tugging at one of the carts trying to get it unstuck from another one. That in itself was a pet peeve of mine. These stores not keeping their carts maintained so sticking wouldn't happen. Anyway, I asked her to excuse me, that I would help. She looked at me a little harried and then just backed up and flashed a smile. That did it. Yeah, I mean it. She had the most gorgeous smile of any I had seen. Her teeth flashed and her lips widened and I just stood there like a dope for a second transfixed by that wonderful smile. I still see it today in my mind's eye. It was as if in that smile alone, beauty radiated around her and enveloped her in its beauty. I mumbled something to her and was pulling the carts apart when the one cart pulled away with such force, it grazed my thumb and peeled some of the skin off. I let out with a curse, then looked quickly at her and apologized. She just looked up at me and asked, "Are you alright? Is it too bad? Maybe we should tell the store manager and have them look at that thumb." Her voice melted my anger and I looked up from the cart to see the concern on her face. God she was beautiful. "No, no, I'm fine. Shoot I've had worse than this, it just really startled me is all. It happened so quick." I reached into my back pocket and took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around the thumb to take up some of the superficial bleeding. "I didn't mean to curse, I usually don't, please forgive me." "Hey, that's okay, you did it for me. After all that could have been me." There she goes with that smile again. Geez, I actually felt the blood start to rush to places it hadn't visited in a while. "Hi, my name's John. It's nice to meet you." I said as I held my hand out to shake hers. "My name's Georgia, but my friends call me GG." She replied as she grasped my hand. Her hand was so warm and soft. It made me realize that I hadn't been with a real woman in several months. We hadn't moved from the spot and some other customers were trying to get around us, when she asked once more if I was okay. She had such a beautiful accent, very definitely southern. "Oh, yeah, sure, no problem." "Okay, then, thanks so much for your help." As she started to turn away I did something I almost never do. "Can I take you out for some coffee or a drink, or something." I blurted and then stammered. I didn't know if she was married or what. What was I thinking? She was probably thinking now that I was some sort of crackpot. I could feel the blood rush to my face as I'm sure I must have turned several shades of red. "Well…, I," she started to say when I interrupted her. "No, that's okay. I shouldn't have asked that. I don't blame you. Not knowing me and all and coming from out of town." "No, I was just going to say that I have to get this done and then I would be free. I would love a cup of coffee. You say your from out of town?" I was really taken aback because I certainly didn't expect to have her agree. "Yeah. I'm on vacation and just got into town earlier. I'm staying at the cottages at the Brasstown. I want to take in some hiking and stuff. I've never been here before and I just thought it would be a great place to visit." She appeared very intent on everything that I was saying and it was very evident that she was a great listener. She flashed that smile of hers a couple of times and it made me very glad that I did ask her to coffee. "I've heard that's a very nice Resort," she replied. "I've never been there myself, but I have been to the area and if you like to hike, you will love some of the trails they have." I loved listening to her voice. It was soothing and laced with a sensuality that I doubt even she was aware of. It made me wonder why she wasn't with someone herself. A thought quickly crept in to my mind that if she was mine, I would never want to leave her side. She had a magnetism, a charisma that was totally undeniable. "Maybe, if you would like a guide, I could show you some of the better trails?" She volunteered. I didn't even take time to think about it before answering yes. There went that smile again. "You know what," she began, "why don't you let me buy something for dinner and since you have just gotten into town, let me treat you to dinner. We can have coffee and discuss plans about your hikes and what areas are best." That sounded so good to me. It was more like a dream come true. I didn't mind vacationing alone, but here was someone who obviously enjoyed at least some of the same things. I put my cart back in with the others and started to follow her as she gathered together some of her groceries. She interrupted my thoughts with, "Uh, I don't want you to think that I always pick up complete strangers, because I don't. There's just, well, there's just something about you that makes me feel comfortable. The way you helped me with the cart and all and the courtesy you've shown. That's not always evident now days." She looked up at me as if to garner approval. "Well," I began, "I'm really not a whacko. I work for the state of Arizona. I'm a counselor for troubled teens, so I have a pretty level head. Besides, you seem to enjoy some of the things I do, so, why not take a chance!" "You know, this must be fate or destiny or something. I'm a social worker myself. Kind of like a guardian angel for the down and out, you might say." Angel is right I thought. I was totally captivated by her and she had definitely woven a spell or something around me. She finished with her groceries and after a small squabble about helping her pay for them, she allowed me to help her to her car. "Why don't you just follow me, that way you won't feel like a prisoner." She chuckled. I thought to myself, 'If only I could be.' I followed her to her home, not a far drive from the store and after parking on the street, offered to help her with her groceries. She lived in a modest home, that looked lived in yet very comfortable. It reminded me of a home and not just a house. She opened her door and asked me to follow her in and led me to the kitchen. It was so different seeing her in her own home away from public lights and people. She walked with confidence and a sort of pride. Not haughty mind you, just someone who was sure of themselves and what they wanted. Someone who may have lived through not only the good times, but had weathered some of the bad times also. Watching her put her groceries away, I was amazed at her attractiveness. Mind you, she was no supermodel, and that in itself is a compliment. Too many of these so-called supermodels are nothing but skin and bone. They have no shape or features. Most could easily pass made up as a guy. Not GG. She had curves in all the right places. She reminded me of the starlets of the 30's and 40's. She had hips you could grab hold of, and a butt that accentuated her features, (okay, okay, I'm a butt man, what can I say) and she had breasts that would smother any man who wanted to show her love. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't undressing her or anything at this time, I was just doing what most men do automatically. I was appraising her without judgement. In my eyes she was a beauty, a knock-out, and yes I realize that beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, but I am just relaying to you, the reader what had smitten me. I was completely taken by her. She looked at me with a smile and said, "I need to go change and then I'll be glad to prepare some dinner. If you want, feel free to watch TV in the living room or you can wait for me here. I'll only be a moment." I decided I would just wait at the kitchen table for her. I occupied myself with a magazine she had there and sure as her word, she was only a couple of minutes. I thought she was stunning before, now she looked totally refreshed and ravishing. She had on a pair of jeans and a pullover shirt and I swear it made her look even sexier if that were possible. While she prepared dinner, I did offer to help, we small talked a bit, got to know a little about each other's work and likes and dislikes. The more I got to know her and about her, the more I was convinced that this meeting was meant to be. She was so easy, so comfortable, and so laid back to be around, it made me realize just what had been missing in my life. I was only thirty years old but had never been married. GG was the type of woman who could make a man want to end being single. Dinner was simple, home-style, yet elegant in its simplicity. I think I was really falling for this stranger whom I didn't even barely know. What kind of twist of fate could this be. I offered to help her clean up the kitchen dishes and she refused, ever so politely, my offer. The next thing that she did, took me a little by surprise. Without hesitancy she took me by the hand and led me to her living room. She drew me to her couch, and to tell you the truth, I was wondering what was to happen next. But she reached for a remote and turned her stereo on. What played was some kind of soft instrumental music, very soothing, yet rather sensual at the same time. We sat together there for a bit, just enjoying the music. I expressed my delight at the meal and thanked her for her graciousness and then after making some plans concerning some hiking spots, she told me, "I have a few days off coming. If it wouldn't be too forward, would you mind me coming along and showing you some of the sights?" Truthfully, I was thrilled and I told her so. Her lights in the living room were down a little low and the intimacy of the moment with the music playing in the background gave me a thought. "GG would you mind a dance to that wonderful music you have playing?" "Well, no, I wouldn't mind it, but you have to know it's been awhile since I've had a partner to dance with." "I doubt that!" I exclaimed and I could tell it must have hit a nerve, because her face turned as red as mine had earlier. "Besides, it has been awhile for me also, and with the dinner and all…." I just left the sentence unfinished. She led me by the hand to the middle of her living room floor, put her hand around my waist, grabbed my other hand and placed it around her waist and then held on to my shoulder and we began to slow dance to the sensual music. It wasn't long and she had laid her head on my chest, I was a bit taller than her so she just barely reached my shoulder. I don't know how long we danced like that. Time was no more to me. My mind couldn't even think beyond her embrace. I buried my nose in her hair while she held me close to her. All sensation except out two bodies held close was but a blur. I was lost to the music and to the moment. I was trapped in the magic that she spun around me. I became so aware of our closeness. I not only was intoxicated by the smell of her hair, but had become oh so aware of her breasts pressing close to my chest. It was like every sense, tactile and otherwise was heightened in her presence. I could feel her nipples against me as if they were trying to escape from the confines of her blouse. It was only then that I realized she didn't have a bra on. The blood that was invading the area between my legs was starting to rush forth like the breaking of some dam that had held it back for some time. I felt like I was drunk and only for a second a thought that she might have possibly drugged me came to mind but then vanished like a wisp of smoke. I could feel the warmth flush my face as I realized I wasn't going to be able to hide my hard-on. The last thing I wanted was to ruin this night. You see, and I am not boasting, but even soft or flaccid, my member hangs down about eight or nine inches. When it's raging imagine how big it becomes. There was no way I was going to hide it and this was not what I expected. I was just about ready to excuse myself when I felt her hips begin to press closer to me. Mind you, her head was still held against my chest, her arms had encircled my hips and she had found my pockets to hook her thumbs into. We were very, very close. I knew she was aroused because of the way her nipples were stabbing me in my chest, but further proof was the way her hips were rubbing against me. There is absolutely no way that she couldn't know I was thoroughly turned on! This was the most erotic and sensual dance partner I had ever been with. The next thing I became aware of was both here hands tracing a line up my back, still holding me close as we slowly gyrated around her living room floor. Her hands reached up and glided across my back, up past my neck and to the back of my head where I could feel her fingers start to twine around in my hair as she drew my head down toward hers. Her eyes were open, staring into mind, almost pleadingly. Her eyes were like pools that pierced and penetrated. I was sure she could see into my soul. I knew beyond all doubt that she could perceive every and any secret that I had ever had. She drew me toward her lips, to that luscious mouth and I swear, when our lips met there was a storm of current flow between us. Time completely stopped at that point. It wasn't a tingle, it wasn't a spark, it truly was a storm. The warmth and passion that she was able to exude through the touching of our lips was beyond belief. I became engulfed in the moment, subdued and surrendered to her passion as I returned her kiss. Our lips became entwined and I began to thirst for whatever she was willing to surrender. I felt her tongue begin to invade my mouth with fervor, searching almost frantically for my tongue in return. Our kisses and passion took on the fervor of a dual, our tongues sparring with one another, probing, licking each other's tongues and lips and mouth. Our breathing became heavy and labored, as our mouths continued to find ways to make passionate love to one another. I became aware of her hands on my back, up under my shirt. I had no idea when she had invaded that place beyond my clothes. Yet I knew the signals and allowed her the lead. This was a wildcat, a woman on the prowl who pounced and knew exactly what it was she wanted. Her prey? It was I and I knew that destiny definitely had a hand in it. Our kisses and our embraces became more heated and feverish. The only thing that might stop us now was a freight train and even that was in question. Her hands on my back were soft yet firm. Warmth emanated from them as if she was purposely using them to stoke my fires. Her breasts were heaving against my chest as she continued to press herself against my imprisoned manhood. Her breathing was labored as she broke our kiss and breathlessly said, "I want you, I want you and need you now. Please John, please take me, I'm yours. I need you." When she said that, the most erotic sensations flooded my brain and I swear if I had been a bit less mature I would have unloaded in my pants right then and there. This woman was sexuality wrapped up in a goddess and whether she knew it or not, she was the epitome of eroticism. How in the world had the gods in the heavens allowed this beautiful and gorgeous creature to escape their grasps? Her words were all that I needed and I knew then that I needed and yes, wanted her as much as she did me. I reached behind her and still holding her close, pulled the shirt up and over her head. We were still in the middle of the living room floor but our dancing had definitely changed to something far more primitive and erotic. No more the slow moves back and forth, but rather a heated, feverish passion took over our movements. Georgia on my Mind Too much rouge and lip gloss. False lashes, flapping. The hair teased way too high. A big woman, huge tits overflowing that Harley cut-down tee. But she had a flair, an allure, and I was smitten. Two hours ago, I was doing seventy on I-95, heading for Florida. The drowsiness was winning, and I was in no rush, so, once I hit the Georgia line, I eased off the gas and found a roadside motel with lounge attached. A few drinks and six hours of solid sleep, and I'd be gone again. I checked in to save time, then eased into the corner stool at far end of the bar. "Hey, Darlin', what'll it be?", she drawled, happy to have another member of her audience. "PBR and a Jack." She smiled, "Don't get many New Yorkers this far off the Interstate." Tilting her head to my Jeep out front. "Saw you pull up, through the blinds." She poured and slid the shot and beer across. I chugged the Jack and took a hit on the Pabst, nice and cold, almost hurting as it went down. "Yeah, I was looking for a cheap room. Too rich for my blood on I95", I said, nodding to the shot glass. She refilled it and I laid a $50 on the bar. "I don't have change of that yet, Darlin'." "I'll be having a few, and something to eat." "Well, okay then, I'll start you a tab, but don't go arunnin' on me! I'll track you down like a rabid dog!" She laughed. Smiling, "I bet you would, too." "Damn straight, Ol' Flo don't mess around!", a old man yelled over his beer. "That's right," a heavy-set woman chimed in, along with the two others sitting around on a weekday in July, just happy to be in air-conditioning, I imagined. I drank in silence as they went back to their local chatter, with Flo keeping me in the loop. The TV had Maury doing paternity tests, and no one cared but when Jerry came on, they all went wild. This one had a second cousin who was on his show last year, and another's brother's bosses uncle once went all the way to Cincinnati to be on the show, then chickened out. The menu consisted of half sandwiches of ham, turkey, and cheese of some kind. And potato chips. I ate two. Next came Walker, Texas Ranger, and all agreed that Walker was the baddest Ranger ever. Flo stationed herself at my end of the bar, sliding into the seat next to me, when no one needed anything. "You look sorta like Walker, with that beard", she said in hushed tones. Hardly, I thought, I'm taller and thinner by a lot! My hair is dark. But we do both have beards. "You think so? Is that good?" I asked, teasing. "Hmm, very good. Walker can leave crumbs in my bed anytime!" she smiled, her eyes dreamy. "And you, Darlin', got a good chance your own self!" I smiled back at her, wondering her situation. No ring, obviously a flirt, I estimated in her early fifties. Was this just to entertain and increase her tip, or was she hitting on me? "I'd better watch my back when I'm leaving." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about than, Hon, I own this place, so i have a spare key to any room in the place." "Double locks?" "Darlin, I don't chase men unless they owe me money! If you want it, you gotta give a sign!" I felt her hand on my leg. "My night man is due in 15 minutes. I do expect a tip, and if you leave it heads up, you may get special room service. Heads down, and I understand, its your choice." We settled up when Jethro came in, and I definitely had had enough of this place. Younger red necks were filing in, and many looked long and hard at the stranger in the corner. Flo had broken the $50 and left two twenties change, clearly undercharging me by at least twenty. I took out my pen, and drew a big smile on Andrew Jackson's face, with a cartoon balloon for him saying, "Head's Up!" I drained my beer and put it on the tip, said goodnight to all, and went up to my room, washed up and waited. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and there was Flo, a champagne bucket under one arm and a bag of Cheetos. "Compliments of management!" She handed me the bucket, which held a six pack of PBRs. "So, you gonna invite a lady in?" I swung the door wide. "My place is yours, but I guess you know that." She laughed, "Good one! Gorgeous and a sense of humor, too!" She rumbled into the room. "I like what you've done with it." I moved my bag off the one chair, and popped two beers. "I hope you're joining me." "Oh yeah, I don't start til I get off, cause when I start, I don't want to stop!" We tapped bottles and she said, "To Friendships. We all need to slow down and say howdy more often. Doesn't take long, but the memories can last forever." A fine sentiment, I thought. To my new friend, I simply said, "Cheers." We drank, our eyes not leaving the other's. "When you pulled up, I said to myself, 'Florrie, there's a young man you should get to know.' And then you came strollin' into the bar, all tall and young and handsome, and I thought, 'No, Child, he's young enough to be your son'". I smiled. "Sorry, but I wasn't thinking about Momma when I saw you. You got a way about you, I can't put my finger on it, but I feel very relaxed around you, like we been old friends for years." "Maybe we were, in another life, Darlin', I believe in Deja Vu, and I felt the same thing. Like this has happened before." I felt it, too, very weird but oh so right. "So, what happens next then?" She placed her PBR on the night stand. "Well, if I remember correctly, we make mad passionate love, then we go on our merry ways!" "Works for me." I stepped toward her, put my hands on her hips and pulled her close. Her cologne was strong, but decent quality. She had freshened up too. Our chests met, and she looked up and we kissed and it felt comfortable, not rushed, as if we had done it before. Even though she had at least twenty years on me, I felt at ease with her, as if we were contemporaries reacquainted after many years. I could feel the ripple of flesh at her waist, tucked under the black Harley tee. So what if she was heavy. Her sexuality shone through the makeup, weight, and bravado. She kissed back and moaned, playfully biting my tongue when I slid in. "Mmmm, I knew you were a good kisser", she whispered. And she was, too. Her soft body seemed to mold to me, and I knew she was right: I would remember this for a long time. My hand wrapped around her back, feeling the bra strap straining to contain those luscious breasts. I rubbed her back as we made out, and one hand slid back to her side, then moving up to her tits, feeling them through the bra and tee. She reached down and lifted the tee over her head, now standing there in black lace bra. She reached around back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts tumbled free and I went right for the nipples. I bent my head to take one in my mouth, sucking and biting as she ground it into my face, groaning. She held my head as if a suckling child and I did suck, greedily. She pulled my tee shirt over my head and it fell. I felt her hands at my waist, fumbling with my jeans. I held my breath to lessen the tension, and she got them loose. She heaved them down, along with my boxers and my six-incher sprung straight out and she hungrily took it into her mouth, squatting before me, while she undid her own tight jeans. When I was sufficiently lubricated, she stood, and her jeans and panties stayed down, she kissed me hard and climbed on the bed. "Put that thing right between my two titties, Darlin', I love to watch a hard cock." She scurried back, holding them, creating a valley for me to move. I climbed over her chest, got to the right place, and let my juicy cock drop between them. She squished those mounds of flesh together around me, and started moving them watching my head pop out of the flesh, then disappear again. "Oooooeeee! I love seein' a man havin' fun!" And I was, laughing, thrusting with her, my big pink head playing hide-and-seek. She licked at it, as I came close to her, making kissing noises, smiling. Finally, she said, "Okay, Daddy, enough playin', give me what I'm here for." And I did, I moved down, between her thighs, and lifted, her hairy bush glistened with moisture, and above the cologne, sprays, and deodorants, I could smell her, not in a bad way, just the smell of a woman in heat. She grabbed my shaft and guided me in, and she puckered those lips for me, and I pushed, and the wall came down, and I was inside. My cock seemed to burn from her heat as I got my hips right, then extracted, to just the tip, waited, then in again. She squealed again! Time and again, I pulled to the last inch, about to plop out, then in again. "Darlin' you don't tease a Gator or Horny Momma, and I'm one of them! Get to it, Son." I looked down and smiled, and slowly drew back, back, and plopped out. Her confusion was obvious until I reached over and rolled her onto her belly. She squealed with delight as she scurried onto her knees and I slammed her from behind. "I knew it! We done this before, this same thing!", She laughed. Now I was boiling. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, and I began driving her head into that pillow and she muffled a scream when I picked up speed. I held onto her hips, watching her big ass below me, my cock so juicy from her oozing. The hours of watching her, and thinking about fucking this country bar and motel owner, had made me so horny for her. I shouted out I was almost ready, and she yelled, "You're making me cum, too, Baby! I'm gonna cum with you too!" I held out until I felt her spasm, signalling that she was releasing, and when she cried out some kind of noise, I let go, too, grunting as I came, again, then again, shooting deep into her hot wet pussy, which seemed to twitch around my cock. I fell forward on top of her, out of breath, panting. From under me, I heard, "Oh, Darlin', you done made this little girl squirt all over your bed. Lucky I know the owner!" I stayed the night, and since I didn't have a job waiting in Florida, or anywhere else, Flo gave me some work, once she saw my guitar and heard me play. Luckily, I do a lot of country music, enough to be accepted, anyway. The pay wasn't great, but she kept me in PBRs and sandwiches, plus a room of my own. She didn't even care if I got lucky with one of the locals. One such girl wound up being married to someone about to be released from the pen. Word got around that he heard rumors and Flo sent me on my way, with a full tank and a picture of Ol' Andy Jackson with a smile on his face. "See ya in another life, Darlin'", she said, kissing me as I drove out, headed south. Georgia on My Mind Leigh stepped out of her robe and climbed into the bathtub slowly, letting her body adjust to the hot water. She submerged herself almost completely for a moment, letting just her face float above the surface, and took a slow lazy breath as her long blonde hair streamed out behind her like a mermaid. Her breasts bobbed up and down as she floated in the tub, and she took a moment to run her hands over them in a lazy caress before she finally pulled her head above the surface. It was that kind of a bath. Not that her parents knew that. As far as they were concerned, Leigh had a headache and just wanted to have a long soak before bed, and Leigh had every intention of keeping it that way. She'd gotten pretty good at stifling herself when she masturbated, but she kept a washcloth handy in case she couldn't avoid letting out a moan or two. It had saved her a few awkward conversations over the years-in a household this crowded, Leigh knew all about the importance of being discreet. In a few months, when she graduated high school and started looking for her own place, she might be able to indulge a little more openly. But for now, with three sisters and only two bedrooms between the four of them, the only place she could spend a little "private time" was in the tub. Leigh took a lot of baths. She poured a few droplets of lavender bath oil into the water, and leaned back against the side of the tub. She took a long, deep breath, letting the scent seep into her nostrils, and let herself simply luxuriate in the lazy heat for a moment. Leigh imagined the warmth smoothing out all her distractions, leaving her peaceful and happy and in exactly the kind of mood to enjoy her body. She let the water soothe away thoughts of homework and tests, bickering siblings and frustrating parents, annoying teachers and... Georgia. Leigh could still see Georgia Ballantine in her mind's eye, staring at Leigh. Five classes a day together, thank you so much computer class scheduling, and Georgia stared at her all the way through each and every one of them. She never said anything, but every time Leigh looked at her, she was staring right back at Leigh with those creepy eyes of hers, eyeshadow painted all around them to make her look like some sort of weird voodoo priestess. Or something. Probably "something" really symbolic of something boring and weird that Georgia spent every day hoping Leigh would ask about, but there was no way Leigh was ever going to give her that satisfaction. She was just going to ignore creepy staring Georgia until she went away, and if that took the next three months until graduation, then that would be just fine. Georgia could be as creepy as she wanted, and Leigh was determined not to let it affect her- Which was why she was sitting in the tub thinking about it, of course. Leigh ducked her head under the water for a few seconds as if to wash away the unwanted thoughts. No more of that, she decided. Time to think about nicer things...like Miles Chatman, who had gym class with her in fourth period and had the most adorable calves. They did climbing wall once a week, and she'd spent the last six months admiring the way his legs moved as he strained for footholds. He had cute hair, too, and this really hot way of looking down whenever Leigh looked at him like he wanted to smile at her but was too shy. Leigh slid her right hand down between her thighs and began gently caressing her mound as she settled into a familiar fantasy. She was out for a walk in Red Gate Woods, and she just happened to be passing by when Miles was practicing his climbing skills on an old aspen. Lucky for him, too, as his leg cramped up and she needed to help him down. They found a quiet, secluded grove with soft grass, and she laid him down and began massaging his leg muscles. Leigh let out a little sigh, allowing her fingers to brush up and down her pussy lips. Her left hand slowly roamed over her breasts, enjoying the unhurried touches. She imagined Miles protesting a little at first-not in a big dumb macho way or anything, but like he knew what was going to happen and wanted to make sure she wanted it just as much as she did. She knew Miles would care about that. He was sensitive. You could tell from the way he read aloud in Lit class. He really tried to read them like the poet meant them to be read, and... Maybe that was why Georgia kept staring at her. She was into all that gothy shit, and she had third period Lit with both Leigh and Miles. She probably really loved guys who were into poetry, especially when they studied Shelley and Byron. She probably thought it was really hot when he read about doom and romance and doomed romance. Which it totally was, but it wasn't the only thing that was hot about Miles. She probably wanted to give him a makeover. He had that dark floppy hair that was really cute whenever he stared at the floor and blushed, which was pretty much any time a girl looked at him, and Georgia would totally put eyeliner on him and mascara and maybe even a little lipstick. And okay, yes, that would look totally awesome on him and really bring out those long eyelashes he had that Leigh stared at when he wasn't looking. Leigh tentatively explored the entrance to her pussy, imagining Miles with his eyes closed and his lips pursed just a little while Georgia transformed his whole face... Leigh sighed in frustration, thudding her head slowly against the tile wall. She was right back to Georgia again. Bad enough that Georgia spent all day staring at her, now she had to plop her chubby butt down in the middle of Leigh's daydreams and poach Leigh's crushes? No. Not happening. She and Georgia could have it out on Monday, but right now Leigh wanted exactly one thing and she was going to get it. With a conscious effort, she wrenched her mind back to the fantasy forest, rubbing her pussy a bit harder in the hope that it would help to keep her mind on sex. Her fantasy self was rubbing too, massaging those cute calves that she couldn't keep her eyes off of in gym class. Miles didn't look at her directly-he was too shy for that, he kept his face slightly averted and glanced at her when he thought she wasn't looking-but she could see him stiffening inside his shorts. His cock was slender, but it was long; Leigh slowly slipped a finger inside herself as she pictured it tenting his clothes. Leigh let her eyes close completely, her finger teasing its way into the folds of her pussy as her thumb caressed around her clit. Her other hand teased her nipples, feeling them grow stiff under her fingertips. She'd been enjoying this fantasy for months, elaborating on each detail with almost ritualistic fervor, and she knew exactly what happened next. She moved her hands slowly up his leg to his thigh, watching as he blushed furiously but did nothing to stop her. "I can help with that, too," she said in her daydream, watching a tiny drop of moisture soak through the front of his shorts. And in the fantasy, he still couldn't quite look at her. He just nodded, and she slipped one hand up into the leghole of his shorts. He wasn't wearing any underwear; her hand moved smoothly up his thigh to wrap around the base of his cock. She gasped sharply in real life as she imagined his tiny yelp of pleasure, and her finger moved a little more quickly in and out of her pussy. "It's okay," she imagined herself saying. "You're beautiful." Leigh didn't think most guys would like being called beautiful, but Miles would. He'd look up at her, finally letting go of that adorable shyness and unleashing his passion with a longing, smoldering gaze at her as she slowly ran her hand up the length of his- Oh, she thought as the realization suddenly hit her. Oh! Her fingers kept moving, by now a little too far along in her arousal to just stop, but Leigh's daydream had just derailed as Georgia's weird behavior finally clicked. Ohhhh... That was why Georgia was staring at her? OMG. It totally was. That wasn't a "hands off" stare. That was a "hands on" stare. That was a "I got it bad for you and I don't care who the fuck knows it" stare, and the only reason Leigh hadn't realized it sooner was that she'd never imagined another woman looking at her like that. Georgia wanted her. Like, she wanted to do to Leigh what Leigh was doing to Leigh right now. She'd have to let her down easy, that was all. She'd be nice about it, because you heard all the time about gay people getting horrible nasty rejections from straight people and then they went and jumped off a bridge or something, and sure Georgia was weird and kind of creepy (but in a gothy way, not in a gay way, she hurriedly assured herself) but it wasn't like Leigh hated her or anything. But she'd have to tell her sooner or later that Leigh didn't feel like that about any girl. She'd go to her on Monday morning after gym-they both went straight to lunch afterwards, she could ask Georgia to hang back for a moment so they could talk. She'd look Georgia square in the eye and say, "Look, I know you've been staring at me, and I think we both know why." And Georgia would say, "Good," and shove her back against the lockers and kiss her so hard she couldn't breathe. She'd pull away Leigh's towel and slide her leg between Leigh's thighs, grinding against Leigh's naked and exposed pussy. She'd slip her tongue between Leigh's lips, intensifying that breathless kiss, mashing their breasts together and rubbing her still-damp body against Leigh's. Leigh heard herself moaning into Georgia's mouth as her clit throbbed and she pressed back- Leigh barely managed to stifle a moan as her pussy clenched around her finger. Where the fuck did that come from? She wasn't into-the whole fantasy flashed back through her mind in a searing instant, triggering another spasm of arousal-into any of that. Leigh mentally put the whole mental image into a box marked 'that' and determined not to look inside. It was 'that', and she wasn't into that. She was into boys like Miles, Leigh thought. That fantasy-no, not fantasy, that mental map for how she was going to handle Georgia's unrequited crush-it had gone funny because she'd just been thinking about Miles and his hard cock, and her body was still turned on, and it had just gone to kind of a weird place, that was all. She'd probably feel silly about the whole thing after a good orgasm. Leigh needed to cum. it was just that simple. She was just too worked up right now, and she had too much on her mind, and she needed a good orgasm to clear her head. She needed to get her mind off of Georgia, back onto the fantasy that she'd spent so much time in that it was practically solid, and use it to get herself off. That was it-she'd finish her daydream, frig herself to orgasm while thinking about Miles, and then she could worry about Georgia later. She went back to imagining herself stroking his cock, focusing on the mental image with steely intensity. Leigh imagined pulling down those shorts, letting that cock spring free in the warm summer air. She stroked it slowly, bringing her hand up over the top and letting the slick precum ooze over her fingers, then working it along the shaft as she slid back down. Miles let out a little whimper, but he didn't move. He just lay there, letting her take charge, letting her do whatever she wanted to him- But what if Georgia did try...that? Leigh was suddenly gripped by irrational worry, and despite the growing heat in her pussy, she lost the fantasy again. She could, if they were alone like that. Even if Leigh did make sure they were both dressed before she went to talk to Georgia, it wasn't like Georgia couldn't push her back against the lockers fully clothed, hiking up Leigh's skirt and hooking her fingers into the waistband of Leigh's panties. Before Leigh could even say anything, before she could even react, Georgia would be down on her knees and up under the hem of Leigh's outfit. She'd pull Leigh's underwear down to her ankles, plant her mouth on Leigh's pussy and give it a long, slow, wet kiss. Her tongue would snake inside, flicking back and forth on Leigh's clit, making Leigh's hips buck in sudden and unexpected ecstasy. Whatever words Leigh might have been planning to say, they would be lost in moans as Leigh's eyes rolled back in her head and she gave in to the pleasure. Leigh bit her lip hard as a surge of arousal made her very nearly scream out loud. What the fuck was happening? She felt like she wanted to grab her brain by the shoulders and give it a good shake. All she wanted was a nice, slow masturbation session in the tub with one, maybe two orgasms, and all of a sudden she couldn't get fucking Georgia Ballantine out of her head. Georgia fucking Ballantine, she amended hastily. One more try, she decided. One more try at getting herself off while thinking about Miles, and if she couldn't do it, she'd run a cold shower and give up for the night. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, trying to find her place in the fantasy. Miles. Miles was lying there, his shorts down around his knees now, and Leigh had both hands around his cock. He was looking at her with his eyes half-closed in arousal, those long, luscious eyelashes fluttering as she stroked him harder and faster. She watched his hips jerk erratically, knowing that she was doing that to him. She was getting him so turned on, so aroused, so needy... "You know what would turn him on even more?" Georgia whispered in her ear. "Watching the two of us together." Georgia pulled Leigh's t-shirt up, unhooked Leigh's bra and began massaging her heavy tits. Leigh's fingers matched the fantasy, and she let out a tiny whimper. "You know it's true," Leigh imagined Georgia saying. "Boys love it when girls make out in front of them." She lifted Leigh's shirt over her head and pulled it down her arms, rolling it up, trapping her wrists with it. Her lips nuzzled along Leigh's neck, softly nibbling at the exposed flesh. "Or are you worried that you might forget he's here?" She used the shirt to force Leigh onto her hands and knees, pulling Leigh's panties and shorts down in a single smooth gesture. Georgia's fingers teased Leigh's wet opening, and she wriggled against them in sudden need. She'd never been this aroused, not from any boy; somehow Georgia knew exactly how to touch her to leave her quivering with helpless desire- Leigh's eyes flew open. Time for the cold shower, she suddenly decided. Whatever was going on with her brain tonight, it was screwing with-messing with her head to the point where she was clearly not going to get her orgasm. She just needed to stop playing with herself, duck under a little freezing water to cool off her libido, and go to bed. She'd deal with Georgia's feelings for her later. Maybe she'd talk to her before third period. She could ask Georgia to come with her into the girl's restrooms, and explain to Georgia that it wasn't that she wasn't attractive-Georgia had a beautiful body, all curvy and lush underneath those dark clothes. And Georgia would smile at her, and nod, and ask Leigh to go on, and Leigh would tell her that she had amazing tits, full and round and luscious, so sexy the way that they filled out her low-cut shirt and gave her such gorgeous cleavage. And Georgia would nod again, asking Leigh to tell her more, and Leigh wouldn't even notice that the bell had rung and class had started, she'd be lost in admiring Georgia's beautiful, sexy body. The soft, swaying breasts and the full, rounded ass distracting Leigh, leaving her lost in a reverie of arousal until Georgia reminded her that there was one part of her that Leigh hadn't seen yet. And she'd lift up her skirt, and she wouldn't have any panties on at all- Leigh's eyes snapped open again. She wasn't sure when she'd closed them. She wasn't sure when she'd added a second finger inside her pussy. She wasn't sure what was happening, but her body didn't seem to want to stop masturbating and her mind didn't want to stop thinking about Georgia walking right up to her desk and leaning down to give her a deep, soul-searing kiss on the lips right there in the middle of class, in front of everyone. Everyone was watching Georgia put her hand possessively on Leigh's hip and slowly french her until Leigh was gasping for breath. The teacher was out of the room, and all the boys wanted to see this and all the girls wished they were Leigh right now. But it was Leigh that Georgia wanted. It was Leigh whose tits Georgia was fondling through her clothes, rubbing the nipples under the sheer fabric until Leigh was openly moaning into Georgia's mouth and loving every second of it. Georgia finally broke the kiss, leaving Leigh panting in arousal, but it was only so that she could pull Leigh's shirt over her head. Leigh's thumb strummed her clit like a guitar string as she imagined Georgia saying, "I know you think this is just a fantasy, Leigh, but it's not. I'm in your mind right now, using my magic to make you fantasize about me." Georgia pulled off her own shirt, revealing her gorgeous, pale titties capped with perfect pink nipples. "I'm all of your hot and horny daydreams now, your every sexual thought, just like you've always been mine." Leigh whimpered, barely able to keep the sound from becoming a scream, as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her pussy. She imagined Georgia's fingers in her hair, drawing her down to Georgia's pendulous breasts to suckle helplessly at them. "It's going to feel so good," she imagined Georgia moaning. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Leigh, you won't be able to resist it. You're going to get so hot every time you think about me, you're going to think about me every time you get so hot, until my magic breaks down all your will and makes you mine." Leigh had never imagined how sexy it would be to fantasize about being controlled, being made over into Georgia's sexual plaything, but now she literally couldn't imagine anything else. She pictured Georgia pushing her fingers into the waistband of Leigh's skirt, into her panties, into her sopping wet pussy. She imagined Georgia saying, "You're going to love it so much, Leigh. I'm going to make you feel so much pleasure, so much desire, so hot, so fucking sexy," and she could hear the arousal in Georgia's voice as her words dissolved into moans. Leigh was moaning against Georgia's breast, unable to stop now, unable to resist the waves of pleasure that kept getting stronger and stronger until they finally crested in a gigantic overwhelming blast of irresistible bliss- Leigh barely managed to grab the washcloth in time to shove it into her mouth. She bit down on it hard as the strongest orgasm she'd ever had ripped through her whole body, seeming to last for hours. The whole time she came, she pictured Georgia cumming right along with her. After what felt like an eternity, she finally slumped back into the water, utterly spent. It was only then that she noticed it had become lukewarm. With an effort, she extended her toe and started the water draining. Before the tub was even half-empty, she heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Leigh, honey," her mother said, "you've been in there an awful long time." "Sorry, mom," she called back, trying to keep the shakiness out of her voice. "I'm just finishing up now." There was a long pause. "I thought I heard you cry out," her mother said. "I whanged my knee getting out of the tub," Leigh replied. She was very grateful her mother couldn't see her face right now, and even more grateful she couldn't see her mother's. "It kind of startled me." Another long pause. Leigh's mother must have decided there was no benefit in pursuing that line of questioning any further, because she merely replied with, "Alright, dear. Please finish up, it's almost bedtime." Under the circumstances, Leigh decided not to argue. Georgia on My Mind ***** The next Monday, Leigh had five classes with Georgia Ballantine. Georgia stared at her all the way through each and every one of them. This time, Leigh stared back. THE END Georgia On My Mind Ch. 1 To say it was a day like any other would be completely wrong. I am talking about my 23rd birthday. I was in the military and was stationed in a college town in the south and was feeling acutely homesick for my family up north. In fact, I was out of it pretty much the whole day and I couldn't concentrate. Anyway, I went to the ballfields after work to play for my office softball team and things didn't look up much. Granted, we did win and I did smack a few decent hits, but I was still in a funk and I actually proceeded to get a bit drunk while at the game. Since I was single and wasn't seeing anyone on a regular basis, I got cleaned up and took myself to dinner at a local restaurant that I was a semi-regular at and managed to at least get a quick birthday kiss from my favorite waitress while downing quite a few more beers than I really needed. I resigned myself to finishing up my birthday sitting alone on my apartment's balcony, propping my feet up, and polishing off all the beer in my fridge. I'd actually made a decent amount of progress towards that goal when the phone rang. Figuring it was my parents calling to wish me a happy birthday, I was a bit surprised to hear Vikki on the phone. Vikki and I had been an "off and on" couple over the last 6 months or so, not really dating but just having fun from time to time. In fact, I'm kind of wondering why I hadn't called her. She told me she remembered that today was my birthday and she just wanted to give me a call and wish me a good one. I couldn't believe she had actually remembered, since I honestly didn't remember telling her when my birthday was. Vikki asked me if I was up to going out and doing something, since it was obvious that I wasn't too thrilled at the idea of staying at home all alone. As lame as this sounds, we decided to go bowling. I told her that she'd have to drive though, since I was in no way sober enough to drive. She said she'd be more than happy to. I found out later that it suited her just fine. So we went bowling and had a great time. I'd had better games score-wise, but I think that was the best time I'd ever had bowling. Vikki was all smiles, and very playful and suggestively provocative the whole time, and I was grinning and laughing from the time we walked in until we left. I guess I should describe Vikki now to give you an idea of why I was so happy. She was fairly tall, about 5' 8", and very nicely put together. Her sandy-blonde hair was naturally curly and came down in a full mane to about the middle of her back, just below her shoulder blades. She loved to flip her hair around and peer through it with crystal clear green eyes that could make a man melt. I also knew from past experience that she was very athletic and enjoyed a good roll in the hay. Thinking back now, I don't know why we never clicked as a full-time couple. The night was still young, so Vikki said she had an idea. And what an idea! We went to a local park and started out acting just like kids; we pointed at the geese in the little stream and laughed about silly stuff and finally went over to the playground area. She got in one of the swings and I gave her a push and got her going. Next I got in the swing next to her and got going, but not quite as fast or as high. Next thing I knew, she had hopped out of her swing, grabbed the chains of mine and brought me to a stop. She asked me in a husky voice if I was ready for part of my birthday present. All I could manage was an enthusiastic nod. Vikki dropped down to her knees right there as I was still sitting in the swing and put her mouth around my cock through my shorts. I was already in heaven from her warm breath and it didn't take me long to get hard. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a lacy white bra holding her ample breasts in place and nonchalantly reached back and set them free before her hands went to work on my belt and zipper. Once the zipper was undone, my cock sprang out seemingly of it's own will. Waiting eagerly for this was my wonderful little cocksucker. She slowly took the head between her velvety soft lips and sucked on just the head, making me want to climb out of swing and stand there, feeding my entire length to her. As if she could read my thoughts, she easily took my entire shaft down her throat in one agonizingly slow movement. While she was feasting on my prick, I began to tease her nipples, which were very pale pink, and puffy. They immediately crinkled into little buds of pleasure at my touch. I continued to gently caress those wondrous mounds as my sexy Vikki bobbed up and down with an increasing tempo. Before too long, I realized I was nearing the point of no return. As I felt my orgasm rising through my groin, I smoothed her gorgeous mane of hair back from her face, so we could look each other in the eyes. At this she slowed down and took my cock from her mouth and licked her way down it's length and wrapped her tongue around first one of my balls and then the other. She then licked back up and swirled her tongue around the head and then used just the tip of it on the super soft and sensitive underside of the head. I couldn't hold back any longer and my balls erupted, sending my sperm all over her tongue and into her mouth. She didn't miss a drop and eagerly swallowed my load. I pulled her up and kissed her passionately, tasting my cum in her mouth. She didn't expect this, but evidently it made her even hotter since she began moaning deeply and breathing heavier. She eased down until she was lying on the grass, and I was on top of her in a heartbeat. I licked my way from her mouth back to her ear and then down her neck. At this point I just had to get that shirt of hers all the way off, so she lifed her back just far enough to let me get it off her, followed quickly by her bra that had been dangling from her shoulders. I eagerly kissed and licked my way down her flat stomach pausing just long enough to tug gently at her navel ring with my teeth. I unfastened her shorts and started pulling them over her hips when we were interrupted by the park's loudspeakers. "Attention all park patrons. The park is now closed and the parking lot will be secured in 10 minutes. We hope you enjoyed your time at our park and come back again soon." DAMN! Ten minutes barely gave us enough time to get put back together and get our asses to the car. Still hot and bothered and by no means done for the night, we drove to the University campus and to the lake in the center, also in another park. We saw a sign at the parking lot that the park closed at dark, but the gate was open and there was another car in the lot. Maybe it wasn't closed after all. To Be Continued... Georgia On My Mind I could have almost cried as she stood before me. Her breasts were what every man only dreams and fantasizes about and her erect nipples were poking out daring someone, anyone, me, to grabbed them with my lips. It was only by sheer willpower that I didn't just attack her right then and there and have MY way with her. I wanted to make LOVE to her. I wanted her to know what pleasure was. I wanted to give my all to her and let her know the joys of unbridled pleasure. To do that I had to put my needs aside and concentrate on hers. I was bound and determined that I was not going to lose this gift that destiny or the gods, whatever, or whomever had placed in my path. With her passion, she had become my goddess and I was going to worship her. I removed my shirt and while doing that she had unfastened my belt and was undoing the button and zipper to my jeans. I reached through her arms and returned the favor, panting and breathy while we worked at each others confines. I then stepped aside and at the same time we allowed our pants to drop to the floor. We both kicked them toward the couch and out of our way. She stood a bit sheepish in front of me and when her eyes roamed down to the bulging tent that had formed in my boxers, all she could do was sigh. Her eyes were big and the reddish color only added beauty to her already gorgeous features. She started to reach for the band of my shorts and I stepped back just a bit and said, "GG, let me. I don't know what it was that brought us together this night, but I want to give you, or at least try to give you the best gift a man can. I don't want to hurry and I don't just want to have sex. I want to show you love, to indulge your body in as much pleasure as you will let me and as much as you can stand." She just looked up at me and I could swear that she started to get a little teary eyed. It could be my mistake though, but I removed my shorts and believe me, there was nothing hiding when I did. I could see the expression on her face and it looked to me as if she was in anticipation. I watched as her lips parted slightly and I could just make out the tip of her tongue. Yep, she definitely was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to get it. Then she slowly, with her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties started to lower them slowly downward toward her thighs and beyond. When the waistband cleared her mound I gasped and almost choked on my own saliva. I had never, with all the girls I had been with, never have I seen a naked pussy! Hers was as smooth and as creamy as the rest of her skin. I groaned as I felt the heat rush through me. She was definitely going to be the end of me. GG was just as I imagined, she was all woman. She was rounded in all the right places a woman is supposed to be. As her panties dropped to the floor, and as she gingerly kicked them to join the other clothes, I could clearly see, her labia, her lips where they parted. Not a speck of hair to obscure the view. I think that sight alone changed my ideas of what I thought was beautiful and right. Now more than ever I wanted her. I wanted to taste her, to inhale her, to bask in her presence and essence. To give her the pleasure that would ultimately release more of her to me. I went to her quickly; I didn't want to startle her, but I could wait to feel her in my arms, skin to skin, warmth to warmth, nothing hindering, nothing confining. I pulled her close and as I did, my cock pushed into her abdomen. I reached down and moved it aside a bit so that I could hold her close to me. I leaned down and kissed her as she had kissed me. I wanted my essence, my soul, whatever it was that made me who I was, I wanted her to have it, to have all of me. Her mouth parted as she accepted my tongue and she returned the gift with all the enthusiasm with which it was given. Her breath was heavenly, her scent of passion was undeniable. We danced, if you could call it that, bodies against bodies as the heat of our passion continued to course through our fevered bodies and then, without a spoken word, she took my hand, led me through a couple of rooms and then led me to her bedroom. She led me to the foot of her queen sized bed then she proceeded to crawl upon her own bed on all fours. When she was positioned where she wanted to be, she turned over and lay on her back and slowly, ever so slowly started to spread her legs that I might have full view and full access. I could see the moisture already forming at the juncture of her womanhood and then she looked into my eyes and all she said was, "I am yours. Do with me as you want. I trust you and therefore I give myself to you." With that she lifted her hands and motioned to me and then took those very same hands and with the backs of her fingernails, started caressing her breasts and nipples. I could see that her nipples were already hard little mounds of delight, but I was wanting something more substantial right now. As she continued to caress her skin from her breasts to her navel, I started caressing both of her feet and legs now on either side of me as I moved forward to her font of womanhood. Her legs were so smooth, so soft and velvety. No velvety like hairy or bristly, but so smooth and sensual to the touch. In comparison, my hands felt so rough and I told her so. She just moaned and said they were not to just continue. I caressed her from her ankles to her thighs, first the outsides of her thighs and then the inside to the point of just missing her pussy. Every time I would get close, her hips would move as if to force me to touch, but I kept just far enough away that she desired it more. As I continued to caress her inner thighs, I would make small circular motions with my fingertips, and when I knew she was aroused with my manipulation of her erogenous zone, I would softly blow on the area I was caressing. She had begun moaning and sighing and trying to hump her hips closer to my fingers and hand and I would continue to just tease the area. I was fascinated by the look and the feel of such a hairless and beautiful area. I was so drawn to her pussy, it was all I could do to just tease her. There was no doubt in my mind that GG was definitely a sexual creature. I was firmly convinced that the gods made her to be pleasured by man and to provide pleasure. I could see that she was getting very moist. In fact, it was no longer just moisture, but she was downright wet. That thought alone, in conjuncture with the sight of her was making my cock throb even more. My hands on both of her legs and caressing up and outward away from her cunt and toward her hips, I allowed myself to get close enough to her wanton opening that I could smell her femininity and it was intoxicating. As my hands started to come back toward the top of her mound I watched in fascination as her lips began to open, yes, open just like a flower. Ever so slowly that little pleasure bud that lies so protected began to protrude and I couldn't help but lightly blow on it and watch in amazement as it appeared to thrust forward in greeting. He little nubbin was so pink and moist, the little hood drawing back as if to beckon me ever closer. I couldn't resist any longer, try as I might. I was becoming totally drunk on her womanly nectar and she knew it. I inched closer and ever so lightly flicked my tongue out in greeting to her clit and when I did, it was like a low animal groan escaped from GG's lips. Her hips thrust forward as my tongue thrust downward and my lips and tongue collided in a passionate embrace with her lower lips. I wasn't satisfied with just my tongue darting about, so I gently grabbed her clit between my lips and held. Her hips were starting to buck and hump at my mouth, but I was able to maintain my hold on her nubbin and with it caught between my lips, I allowed my tongue to flick back and forth across its tip. I could feel the moisture of her pussy starting to coat the sides of my mouth and very much like an aphrodisiac it only spurred me on. I had her where I wanted her now and with my hands free, I now shoved them under her butt cheeks and when they were in place I pulled her even closer to me. My tongue was stabbing back and forth at her clit and while her hips were gyrating in a circular motion I would allow my tongue to dart in and out of her pussy's cavity. She was a she-lion in her passion. She grabbed my head, even while I was forcing her cunt into my mouth, she was forcing my head down upon her cunt even harder. Her legs refused to hold still, but rather she used them as a support to force her hips up thereby allowing my mouth to love her even more passionately lips to lips. At the moment I thought just right, I did something that you don't hardly ever do to a woman. When she thrust her hips at me, I caught her clit in my mouth one more time and then I lightly allowed my teeth to catch her nubbin just at the tip. She let out a yell and her hips thrust forward so hard, if my mouth had been bigger she would have been devoured. As she thrashed around I took all with my mouth that I could. My tongue tried to lap up as much nectar as I could get and I was thrusting my tongue in and out of her cunt as best I could. I knew she didn't need anymore administrations as her orgasm had taken her where only she could go, so I crawled up alongside of her and pulling her close to me, allowed her body to continue its quaking in my arms. She was moaning as wave after wave of her orgasm cascaded through her body and there wasn't a part of her that wasn't shaking. I held her close as she continued in the throes of her pleasure. She leaned toward my lips for a kiss and, at first hesitant due to her essence all over my mouth, I then returned the kiss. Her passion had not subsided one bit as I continued to hold her in a close embrace while planting kisses all over her face. Her tremors were slowly subsiding as we continued to lay in each others arms. Several times she would turn my face towards hers as she looked deeply into my eyes. She was even more beautiful with that sexual glow that inundated her presence. I have been with a few women in my short adulthood, but I had never been with one that makes me feel at peace in her arms. In fact I was feeling so at peace I think I was actually starting doze a bit. The next thing I knew, GG had untangled herself from my arms and had moved herself for a closer inspection of what I had between my legs. I was startled when I felt a warmth suddenly surrounding my cock and the caress of fingers on my balls. As I said, I think I had started to doze so this brought me out of my stupor with a jolt. I had only had two other women give me a blow job before and it definitely wasn't one of their favorites sexual pastimes. It was done and over just long enough to get me stiff and hard for the next course. That didn't appear to be the case with GG. She definitely seemed to be savoring the offering. As fast as the blood had rushed to my cock, it had rushed to my brain and I was wide awake! As I stated earlier, I am not small and I don't think I am necessarily average and yet she seemed to be able to handle the length and girth of me with no problem. I had already been so aroused a number of times and had come close to losing it, the last thing I had wanted was for her to think I was no more than a first-time teenager. None of that though seemed to bother her as her mouth and tongue continued to make love to my cock just as they had made love to my mouth. If ever there was a sexual muse, GG was that muse. Looking back on it, I think it comes from her desire to love people, not just in the feeling sense but in the action sense. Love is something we do to people and not necessarily how we feel about those people. Right now she was definitely demonstrating her loving me. I don't think my cock had ever been so hard or ever been so big! She was not just using her tongue on me but she was also using the sides of her mouth to cause pressure as well as the back of her throat in a way that seemed to vibrate the bloated head of my cock. If she kept this up I was going to cum so hard and so fast it was going to be over before she started. "Hun, hey, if you keep that up I'm not going last much longer. You've already got me so hot, it's all I can do to keep from shooting into you." Mind you I got this out with much sighing and moaning. She was doing things to my cock and balls that even I could not have imagined! She took a break from her mouth work for only a second, long enough to reply, "Don't worry sweetie, if you cum soon, it only means you'll last longer for the next part." Her hands had not stopped caressing my balls or my cock and I could have cum with just the thought she placed in my mind. Could this be what heaven is like? Being with someone who was so totally tuned to you that you were beyond oneness? Someone who was willing to give of themselves one hundred percent instead of holding on to just a little for themselves. I was constantly being amazed by this marvelous goddess disguised as a woman. She continued to apply pressure with her lips and her tongue and being able to relax knowing that she wasn't in the least bit worried, I was able to just concentrate on the incredible pleasure she was administering. In no time at all I could feel the pressure building in my balls as might sac began to tighten. I felt my cock begin to engorge and I was just about to that point of no return when GG, who must have sensed or known I was almost there, pinched the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger, while still apply her mouth and tongue around my member. The pressure I had felt building started to ebb, but just a bit and then it was back with even more fervor. Again, just before I felt I was going to shoot, she applied pressure at the base of my cock and the intensity ebbed again. She continued to do this and it was like a tide that was ebbing and swelling, ebbing and swelling until finally, with her mouth around my cock, she looked up and into my eyes and then went down on me one final time. Whatever she does with the back of her throat she was doing to me and it was all I could take. With a grunt and a low moan, my hips bucked up to meet her throat and I could feel the familiar rush of heat surge through my balls and course through my cock. I could feel my balls tighten and my cock enlarge and then just as I was ready to spew my load into her throat she cupped my balls with her hands and that's all it took. I don't know how long I came, but GG took it all, her tongue continued its work not allowing even a drop to escape from me. I bucked and moaned and grunted and groaned under the pressure of the intense pleasure she was giving me. My cock spurted and spurted and instead of being put off, she licked and sucked as if to drain me of any little bit that might remain. Again I was totally amazed at the level of love this woman was willing to display. I was spent. In more ways than one. I had never experienced that level of intensity that this wonder woman had just put me through. I knew then that this was going to be a moment I would not soon forget. As I lay there, the heat of the passion still coursing through my veins, she crawled back up into the familiar feel of my arms. As we lay there, neither one of us said anything, we just basked in the presence of one another. She continued to caress my chest, entwining her fingers in the fine hairs that were starting to grow there. Her touch was like magic and I know that a great part of that was just being in the embrace of this awesome woman. Despite my feeling of being spent, I could feel the heat start to run through my cock again and it didn't take long for my member rise to its fullness. They say that sex begins in the mind and I was sure witness to that this evening. There was so much more I wanted to give to this angel lying next to me and she was definitely making it possible to do just that. We lay side by side and as I leaned up on one elbow, I gently leaned her unto her back. She was so beautiful lying there naked to the world. I placed a hand to the side of her face and caressed her hair back from her eyes and peered into their depths. I almost felt that I could read her soul looking into their pools of illumination. I reached over and planted another kiss on her lips and it dawned on me right then that I think I could be in heaven if all I got to do was to kiss her sensuous lips. There were so many things to love about this woman. I kissed the tip of her chin and caressed her throat with my lips, pursing them ever so slightly as I made my way further down. While one hand supported me the other was tracing light circles around her belly. Around her navel to just above her mons and then back again. I couldn't resist any longer and I bent down and pulled a nipple into my mouth. It was firm and yet so pliable between my lips. It reminded me of my experience with her clit. She moaned a little as I suckled her nipple in and out of my mouth. My free hand was pressing a little firmer on her abdomen as I continued to suck her nipple in and out of my mouth. I allowed my hand to free roam and move teasingly toward her other breast. Caressing her other breast with my fingertips and then lightly pinching her free nipple, she began to squirm again as the pleasure began to take hold of her again. I momentarily allowed my hand to leave her breast and I lightly placed the palm of my hand on her mons and allowed my middle finger to brush through her already parting pussy lips. She was already wet and my finger found its mark very easy. I brushed her clit and she moaned and then I pushed my finger into her cunt testing the warmth and wetness. Her hips rose to meet my finger. But I wasn't ready for that yet. I removed my hand and continued with her breasts. It was evident that she would get very aroused having her tits sucked and squeezed. Her breasts were a man's fantasy. At least this man's. They weren't huge yet far from small. They were just the right size for someone who wanted more than a handful. Her nipples when engorged stood out from her breasts and formed the most perfect round little peaks. They were the perfect type of nipples to be sucked, and I didn't waste a minute. While I continued to suck and squeeze her nipples and tits, she would pull my head into her even closer still if it were possible. I moved over and gave her other breast equal time as she drew me closer to her. "I want you in me now, John." She moaned into my ear. My cock gave another lunge as if to say, 'yeah, I'm ready.' I whispered back, "In a bit hun." She just moaned and gyrated her hips against me all the more. I once again slid my hand down to between her legs and when I did, she humped against my hand all the more forcefully. She opened her legs even more as I continued to suck on her now reddened nipples. She needn't worry about opening her legs more for me for she was ready for anything. I spread her pussy lips with a couple of fingers allowing access of my middle finger to work a bit of magic on her already erect clit. When I brushed my finger across her clit, she let out another moan and pulled my head to her erect nipple even harder. She REALLY got aroused. She knew how to let herself go and surrender to the pleasure. Just another reason I was falling in love with this woman I had only just met. She reached down with a free hand and while I was busy with her clit and pussy, she grabbed my cock and gave it a yank. Whoa, I was not ready for that! I was the one who let out the next groan. "I want you NOW!" She pleaded. How could I resist such wantonness. Besides, she had a death grip on my cock, there is no way I was going to argue with her. She raised her knees and beckoned me between them, as I positioned myself to enter her. She grabbed my cock again and I began to wince as she just looked in my eyes and smiled. She took my cock and rubbed the head against the wetness that had begun to flow from between her legs and I groaned again, only this time with pleasure. She was so hot! I had thought her mouth could do magic on me, but I was in for the surprise of my life. Georgia On My Mind After she had positioned me where she wanted me, my cockhead was at the entrance of her pussy when she reached around me, grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. Nothing gradual about that move. I was in her in one stroke, she gasped and just held me to her like that. I was in her to the hilt. I could feel the opening of her cervix spreading the hole at the tip of my cock. It was to say the least, a rush. Her vaginal walls surrounded my cock with the warmth of her arousal and she was doing things with her cunt muscles that I had only heard of but never had experienced. She fit around me like a glove. Literally. She was in total control, even though I was on top and she knew she was in control. She turned loose of my butt cheeks and reached up and pulled my face to hers. She brought her lips to mine and began kissing again. Gently at first, again exploring my mouth with her tongue. I could feel the heat surrounding my cock and the sensation of her cunt muscles milking me with waves of pressure. I started to rise and she just pulled me back down to her and whispered, "Wait." She wanted me to lie still inside her while she did her magic. There has always been one thing that gets me off easy, or hard, whatever your perspective, kissing passionately while in the throes of sex. There is something about the sensations of my cock surrounded by the warmth of a pussy and my lips locking with the upper lips of a woman. I already had that strike against me, GG was an awesome kisser. Plus, factor in the fact that she was creating sensations on my cock that I had never experienced, I was sunk! She wasn't allowing me to move, which could help ease the sensations a bit. She was working her sensual magic on my cock, while I the head of my cock, the most sensitive area, was pushing against her cervix, and she was messing with my mind by kissing me in the most sensual way. I could feel my balls tighten and my cock swell. While I wasn't moving, she was swaying her hips ever so slightly which was causing me to grind into her even more. I felt as if everything was culminating at the tip of my prick. Just then she grabbed my ass again, pulled me to her, thrust up at the same time. Her lips locked onto my tongue and I felt her cunt muscles squeeze while she ground into me. That's all she wrote. The earlier sensation copied itself and my nuts tensed and drew up, and I could feel that fire of no return surge through my cock as the seminal fluid that was boiling in my balls finally found release and rushed along its passage straight to her cervical opening. I felt the force of my cum flare the opening in my cock as my cock throbbed and spurted into her with a force I had only felt earlier that evening. I couldn't imagine having anything to even give at this point, but GG knew how to draw it from me. I grunted and moaned as I spurted my essence into her and still her lips sent waves of pleasure through my mouth. I shuddered with each surge of my essence flowing into this love goddess. I returned the kisses just as passionately, feeling like in just the short time I met her, I was becoming addicted to her love. As I thought we might be through, I started to rise from her and she just held me and said, "Whoa, big boy, I'm not through with you just yet." With that she pulled me to her and kissed me again. Not so hard, but every bit as sensual and erotic. I had not gone completely soft yet, which was a definite surprise to me, after the two bouts that we had, but I was still semi-hard. I could feel her pussy squeezing me still and I was surprised at the control that she had. The warmth of her cunt, the wetness of my cock being surrounded by a mixture of her juices and mine, I could feel my cock growing toward her cervix again. I was starting to feel invincible and I knew it wasn't my doing! Not totally sure exactly what she would let me do, I started to rise and pull slowly from her. She looked at me with such a sensuous smile and just breathed, "Yes." When I was to the point where just the head of my cock was brushing her pussy lips, she put her legs together. I could feel the pressure of not just her cunt, but also the force of her thighs pressing inward to capture me. I knew this was going to give her the most pleasure on her clit and I was more than ready and willing thanks to her sexual prowess. I slowly descended into her depths, thrusting my sword to its hilt and when I felt my cockhead flare at her cervix, I slowly rose upward from her heated depths. With GG it was not hard to find a rhythm. I swear that she must have had an E.S.P. ability or some way to read her partners mind. Either that or her love for whom she was with at the time gave her insight into that person's desire. Either way, sex with her was not just on the physical level. She knew how to transcend the purely physical and more than that she was able to allow her lover to transcend just the physical. It was something so beautiful I really doubt that the average reader would be able to comprehend it. We developed a slow and sensuous rhythm, the energy that I had thought I had spent was not lacking now. As I rose above her, her hips would rise up to meet mine, as if refusing me the opportunity to depart from her maiden flower. I would lower myself to her allowing my whole weight to press into her and as my cock would flare into her cervix, her breasts would press against my chest, her nipples attempting to become one with me. I loved her scent as we continued and our heat built between us. She was all womanly and sweet. Not sickeningly sweet, but rather the sweetness that comes as a flower exudes its nectar. She was intoxicating and all I wanted to do was to breath her in. I was aware of my nostrils flaring with each stroke of my massive tool plunged into her. Her breathing was becoming heavier and I was becoming more and more aware of the pressure that her thighs were creating against my driving member. The top of my cockhead was beginning to become ultra sensitive and I became more aware each time I would graze across her clit. Her nubbin was now so hard and prominent that I was aware of every stroke of my cock against it. Plunging downward I could feel the pressure of her nubbin scraping the top of my cock. The walls of her heated vaginal walls was causing waves of her heat along with the waves of pressure her cunt muscles were causing against me. I was becoming more of a robot as my mind became more closed to outside sensations and my cock and her cunt were becoming the center of my universe. I was aware of only her cunt and clit and the magic they were performing upon my cock. If it had been earlier, I would have spewed whatever load I had into by now, but because of her love for my sex and her prowess, even though I was super sensitive, I was still able to hold back as she received the pleasure I could give her. She had begun a low mewing or moaning, that seemed to emanate from deep inside of her being. It seemed to coalesce into the rhythm of our movements as I continued to rise and fall to her breathing. I leaned my head down to her face and breathed a long breath of her essence. Her brow was becoming moist with the heat of our passion and it exuded a wonderful fragrance. I didn't even stop to think of what she might think when I flicked my tongue just under her neck and tasted of the sweetness she was giving to me. The warmth between my legs was becoming more intense and I could feel my cock begin its inevitable journey to total climax as it enlarged and became even more forceful against her now unprotected clit. GG started moaning more so now and her thrusts toward me increase with greater and more forceful frequency as I started to thrust harder into her with each new movement. I was pummeling her harder and harder feeling my cock hit her insides like a piston racing in a sports car. The heat was taking hold on not just my cock, but also my balls were starting to feel the rush as if all the blood in my body was rushing to engorge my sex. "Hun, I'm going to cum soon!" I exclaimed with panted breath. She just grabbed my ass and started helping me plunge myself into her heated cavity. She started a keen mewing and then when I plunged down with a forceful thrust, she spread her legs and I could feel my cock, feel like it was plunging into an abyss and then, and then she put her legs around my hips, let out a yell and pulled me and held me close to her. When my cock bottomed out my sex shot out like a bullet straight into her waiting love. My cockhead flared wide open as my cum was deposited into her waiting chasm. Her orgasm caused her to shake and shudder. Her nipples poked hard and firm into my chest. She opened her mouth and nibbled on my shoulder, her teeth all but breaking the surface of my skin. I shuddered in the ecstasy of my cumming when I felt her teeth against me and I know my cock spilled more of my seed into her. She never once lost a beat and her legs were still locked around me holding me into her. I could feel her vaginal walls creating waves of pressure and pleasure against my now softening manhood. I rolled over with her still in my arms and held her, breathing heavy, panting into her hair. I was entranced by her closeness and the heat that permeated from her, feeling the slickness of her skin. My hands roamed along her back not wanting to stop the caresses as her heaving breasts rose and fell against me. I was spent, but I did not want to let this angel from heaven go. If it were possible, I would have stayed in that position in her arms, my member still refusing to leave her warmth and feeling her breath against my chest. I had been with a few women in a sexual way before, but I was no Lothario. I listened to what women seemed to crave and my desire had always been to pleasure them. I had learned that if you give one hundred percent you can not help but get something in return. But I had never really been in love. I think in just the few hours that I had met Georgia, she had successfully kidnapped my heart. I could not think, lying in her arms as we were, that I could ever love another as I did her right now at this moment. I don’t know how long we lay like that on her bed. I believe we both fell asleep in each other's arms. When we awoke, we were both aware of the need for a good shower. She was the first one to make the suggestion. "After such a wonderful evening, would you take one with me?" Georgia looked into my eyes and I couldn't refuse. Hey, it's not like we had anything to hide now. "I'll tell you what. You let me wash you and if you want you can do me." I knew I wasn't up for another bout of sex, but I relished having my hands over her once more. "Sounds nice to me. Afterwards if you don't mind, maybe we can go out and get some coffee. I now a super nice place and their open all night. Unless of course you have to get back to the lodge?" The last was questioned rather expectantly. I looked at her and smiled as we stepped into the shower. "I would love that, and I'm not in a hurry to get back if you don't mind." We enjoyed a nice leisurely shower. I really believe she gave love in everything she does. The shower was so refreshing and it felt so good to touch her and be touched by her without the pressure of having to perform. No, I didn't stay soft for long, not with her touch, but there was no demands made and in fact, we both just laughed about the state of my condition. We both dried one another off and after freshening up a bit we dressed and were ready to go out. We spent most of the night talking and laughing, sharing stories and just getting to know one another. I couldn't believe that twenty four hours earlier, I didn't even know she existed. When we finally realized the time, she asked me, "Do you really have to go back to the lodge tonight? I know it's only about a thirty minute drive, but you could sleep at my house and in the morning we can go and pick up whatever you need if you want." I loved hearing her voice. She seemed to be able to soothe my soul. I had needed to get away and on vacation to relieve stress and at that point in time, I don't believe there was a stressful bone in my body. "I'll tell you what," I replied, "I've already paid for the cottage for the week. If you let me stay with you tonight, you promise to join me on my vacation at the lodge also. Can you take the time?" "You're such a doll! I would love too. I've never stayed at Brasstown before but it is beautiful. As far as the time is concerned, no problem. I'll just make a call in the morning and we're all set. You're sure now, you want to shack up with a stranger?" Her laugh was so pleasant to the ears. It was good to be with someone who had some of the same background and interests. We drove back to her home and spent the rest of the evening in each other's arms. It was the most restful sleep I have ever had. The next day she packed what things she wanted and we took off to the lodge cottages. Over the next several days we spent all of our time together. She enjoyed the forests every bit as much as I did. We took our hikes, most of the time hand in hand. We spent hours sitting at the banks of the Ana Ruby Falls, DeSoto Falls and Helton Creek Falls which were only about forty minutes from the lodge. We made love under the green and blue canopy of the forests and sky. We experienced starlight with our souls and our bodies intertwining in passionate embraces. She showed me without judgement how to maintain my erection longer, how to please a woman more, how to show a lover the romance along with the sex. I thought I knew quite a bit when I met here, but I only realized I knew so little. Georgia showed me some of the most beautiful countryside's and mountain regions I could have imagined. I had been to quite a few places in the United States, but this area of the state of Georgia was just this side of heaven. Whatever reason her parents named her Georgia, this state, or at least this area of it symbolized her beauty. Lush verdant mountain sides, waterfalls cascading in all their beauty, it wasn't hard to find symbolism that explained my newfound lover. Too soon the week was ending and I didn't want it too. I wanted it to go on, but we both knew that we had lives to get back too. Besides, Georgia and I both are very independent people, we each know that what we have to offer people is important. It's not shown enough in the outside world. We didn't want to part, I didn't want to be a moment away from her and those feelings alone were foreign to me. I knew how to love. How to show it and feel it. But this woman had shown me a type of love that transcended so much that we normally take for granted. In just a few short days she had literally changed my life, my spirit, my soul. We were lying naked in front of the fireplace, blankets spread out under us with the lights turned down and were just relaxing in the glow of the fire and each other's presence. "John," she started out a bit hesitantly, "I have one more thing that I'd like to offer you before you go. If you don't mind. It involves someone else though and I want her to meet you. But if you would rather not, I will understand." She brushed her fingers through my hair and looked intently into my eyes. At first I didn't get what she was meaning. Sometimes I'm quick, sometimes not so. She looked at me and just smiled. I replied, "Honey, anybody you want me to meet, you bet." I watched her expectantly for more explanation. She drew in a breath, "I love you John. But you must know that I have the capacity to love many people. She's one of my best friends and I think you would love her as much as I do if you meet her." At first it took me a bit to fathom what she was suggesting. "I know you only have another day before you have to take off," she continued, "I'd love it if you took away another memory." She leaned into me and continued to caress my chest. I looked up at the ceiling, my arm under her head, holding her close, "I have enough memories to last a lifetime now, but I would do anything for you. Anything at all." And I meant it. She just sighed, and nestled closer to me. We fell asleep like that. The next morning I drove her to her home and she made arrangements to meet me just a little later at the cottage. We had decided it would be nice to spend the last day together there, and Georgia said that her friend would love it. I spent the next couple of hours buying a few things for the cottage. Some candles, a little light wine and I could make it a nice evening. I still couldn't totally fathom what was in store, but I was looking forward to being with Georgia some more. It was painful just being away from her those few hours. After spending some time walking around the cottages and more or less just waiting for Georgia and her friend to arrive, GG's car pulled up to the cottage. It looked to me that she had done something with her long hair, but I couldn't be sure. I walked toward the car as she was emerging and then her passenger got out. Friend she had said? They could have passed for sisters. Her friends hair wasn't quite as long, but she was about the same height and build. Here standing in front of me were two women who could have been formed from the same mould. GG's friend was a little more busty than her, but in all area's she was every bit as gorgeous. GG interrupted my unobtrusive perusing to introduce me to her friend. She grabbed her friend by the elbow and walked to me. "John, I would like you to meet Susie. She is one of my dearest friends." Just like the chivalrous person that I tried to be, I reached out and grabbed Susie's hand and brought it to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. "I am so very glad to meet you Susie and all the more so since you are such a friend of Georgia's." Susie's eyes just brightened and with a mock curtsy said, "Pleased to meet you John. Very pleased." And she gave me an appraising look up and down. I started to blush a bit, then asked if they would like to come in. I led them to the cottage and like the true gentleman I was, I opened the door and motioned them in. When she walked through the door I heard Susie give a kind of under her breath gasp, for what greeted them were candles all over. The lights were out and the only illumination was provided by the fireplace and the candles that I had strategically placed throughout the living room area. "Would you ladies like a glass of wine?" I volunteered. "Sure would." GG was first to reply. I poured them each a glass and then GG took me by the arm and with Susie in tow, led us to the sofa near the fireplace. She strategically sat me in between Susie and herself. Evidently I didn't have a say in it, though I admit I didn't mind. We made some small talk for a bit, realizing that Susie already seemed to know quite a bit about me. Several times I would glance around and notice that GG was enjoying the situation and it was evident that she was being a little mischievous. Her and Susie evidently had something up their sleeves. "You know, John," GG intoned, "if you remember the other night, just how comfortable it was in front of the fireplace.." she paused for a breath, or effect, I wasn't sure, "I thought that since it is still early we could all just relax on the floor in front of it. Maybe enjoy our wine, a little snack," she said snack with a very definite yet hesitant inflection, "and just enjoy the evening." She slowly licked her lips with her tongue. The vixen was teasing me! I was starting to blush a bit, but I was beginning to enjoy her little charade. "Well, I know just how to fix it." I arose from the sofa and entered my bedroom. I came out with my double wide sleeping bag, a comforter and several blankets, I piled them on the floor and spread them out in front of the fireplace. I looked over at the girls and they were whispering so I continued to straighten the blankets out, laying the sleeping bag down first, then the comforter, and then the blankets.