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Callie and Rebecca Ch. 01

By: Chaingun



While attending college, I worked a regular job as a bartender at one of the large resorts near the local theme parks. This job not only allowed me to earn enough money to continue paying for school, but it also allowed me to spend my days at a "tiki hut" type bar watching tourist girls in bikinis all day, while pouring drinks. And even though I did hook up with my share of the girls who stayed at the resort, my most memorable times were with the women who worked with me.

I spent lots of time with several of the girls my age who worked in the food and beverage department as well as the occasional front desk girl. But one of my favorite times was when I took out one of my department's managers. Callie was eight years older than me, had two children that lived with their father, and would often smile strangely when the younger girls and I would flirt with each other. I thought that she was trying to pretend that she did not hear the comments coming from the mouths of her employees since, if she admitted to hearing the sexually charged exchanges, she would have to discipline us for inappropriate workplace conduct. I later learned that her wry smile was a reaction to the innocence of the youth around her who all thought that life was about when you were going to get laid next and not how you were going to pay for the kids braces or make the car payment.

She knew that I had taken out the snack bar girl, her roommate from the front desk, a hostess, and two of the waitresses, all of whom worked under Callie and three other F & B managers. None of these affairs had lasted more than a few weeks. She did her best not to let a horny bartender ruin the ability of half of the females in her charge to do their jobs, but I noticed that her visits to my pool bar became more frequent and I found myself looking forward to seeing her pretty face and smelling her sweet perfume. One time, the conversation turned from how sales were going to who I was dating, which I thought was strange since she usually kept things from getting personal with the people in the department. I can't say that I minded this since I was interested in her as well but was certain that she was way out of my league. Up until now, I had never seriously thought I would get a chance at her. She always dressed in very tasteful outfits, wearing skirts and heels which showed off her tanned legs and trim figure. This particular visit was a memorable one because she was wearing a low cut blue dress that stopped three inches above her knees, and patent leather blue high heels. I found it difficult to concentrate on what she was saying because I kept thinking about what she looked like beneath her clothing. For the first time ever, I found myself wishing she would leave so that I could watch that ass walk away from me with those great legs swinging beneath it.

When she asked if I was still dating Jennifer, it struck me as odd that she would know about it, let alone bring it up at work. Jennifer was the timid little thing that worked as the hostess in the restaurant and besides the fact that she was usually too shy to talk to anyone about her personal life, I couldn't believe that anyone knew that we had gone out. Jenn was still married and her husband was a strung out loser. The poor girl came off as downright mousy and she never talked or dressed like the little hottie she really was. Some of the girls in the restaurant knew how unhappy Jennie was and that her husband was nearly useless at home, but what I didn't know was that Jenn had opened up after our first couple of dates, becoming very outgoing and exuberant about her new found love of sex to her co-workers in the kitchen area. Apparently a lot of the girls on the wait staff had gotten to hear details about Jennifer's clandestine affair with the bartender. The word of mouth turned out to be good for my reputation and future love life.

Callie was direct and pointed out that one of the food and beverage managers "wanted a chance" with me. I tried to act nonplussed, but my youth probably gave away my surprise at her directness. She asked what I thought of having a secret admirer and I instantly thought of Amy, the tall lady who was in charge of the department. Amy had come to one of the after work get-togethers several weeks before and become slightly sloppy, inviting me to take her home after a few hours of drinking. I declined, not because I didn't want a chance at ravishing her tall, former volleyball player's body, but because I wanted it to be "fair" and consensual when and if it ever did happen. I always had a sense of pride about "earning" my time with girls that I slept with and didn't want anyone to regret it later because of alcohol. In my mind, Amy was trying to compensate for her fleeting youth by drinking and acting wilder as she approached her thirties, and it didn't seem sporting to take her up on her offer while she was in that condition. While I did eventually get my chance to date her for a short period, it was not Amy that Callie was talking about. I soon realized that Callie was talking about herself.

Callie talked about how much time she spent at work and how it was a good way to take her mind off of her stupid ex-husband and the fact that he had custody of the girls. It was the usual stuff that people use to lead up to a conversation that ends with them having sex. Then, she brought up the fact that all of the young girls were in a flutter because Jennifer couldn't stop bragging about her nights with me. When she asked how serious I thought it would get, I tried to think of a polite way to tell her that it was not a serious relationship and I didn't see a future. My embarrassment and inability to tell her anything about how I might have felt about Jenn confirmed that it was only a fling, so she continued. 

She had heard me telling one of the other bartenders that my fraternity was having a party on the approaching Friday and hinted around that she'd like to come to it. Since I was one of the "older" guys in the fraternity, I figured that it wouldn't be seen as odd if this hot looking lady came as my date. She could easily pass for my age, not that this was a concern, but I was anxious that she might feel out of place around college aged kids. Taking a chance, I asked if she'd like to come to our party. I offered to pick her up and make a proper date of it, but she asked if her friend Rebecca could come also and if so, they would ride together. I figured that if two of them were coming, then she was making sure that her "chaperon" would make sure that it didn't progress past anything other than two co-workers hanging out at a party. I'd met Rebecca and was pretty sure that she didn't like me. I'm glad that was I wrong.

By Friday, I was nearly crazy with anticipation. Callie, after all, was hot. I've always been into ladies that are older than me, and her curvy frame, blue eyes, and blond hair drove me nuts. She was nearly exactly what I looked for physically in a lady, and the fact that she was easy to talk to helped a lot. I hoped that this quality was going to be evident in a social setting outside of work as well, but with Rebecca coming to the party with her, I couldn't be sure what to expect.

I walked around the party, trying to scan the crowd nonchalantly to see if they had arrived yet. Only a few of my trusted fraternity brothers knew that I was expecting Callie and they were waiting to see what she looked like. When the girls arrived, they instantly looked out of place. The eighteen year old girls around them looked like exactly what they were; insecure little girls who were trying to draw attention to themselves with their skimpy outfits and overdone hair. Callie walked in with an air of class and maturity that belied her age. It was obvious to anybody looking at them, that Callie was at least ten years older than even the oldest girl at the party. Rebecca, following in her wake, was slightly out of place too, but being my age, she clearly felt more at ease. I'd never paid much attention to her friend, because Rebecca usually looked at me with disdain. I didn't know the reason for her disapproval of me and frankly didn't care. But on this night, she looked almost as good as Callie and immediately attracted the attention of some of the seniors in the house. During the course of the night, she put a few of them in their places.

Once both girls had something to drink, they started dancing and having a good time. For my part, I watched and hoped that someday I would get a chance at Callie and wished that Rebecca would go away and leave us alone together. Some of the young girls at the party were making faces and whispering into their hands, clearly talking about the two "old broads" as I heard one of them describe them. Callie and Rebecca ignored them, but I could tell that Callie knew what was going on around her. Rebecca was drinking more than her friend and didn't seem to notice or care. I began to feel bad for inviting Callie to a party where she would be so out of place and figured that my hopes were going to go down in flames. After about an hour, Callie leaned in to talk to Rebecca and Rebecca nodded and smiled up at her taller friend. The girls were clearly loosening up from their work place personas. 

Breaking off from the dance, Callie walked towards me, smiling all the way. When she finally had pushed her way through the crowd to where I was standing, she asked if I could show her where the restroom was located. We left the large multi-purpose room and headed up a back stairwell towards my room. When I took my key out, she said, "'Awfully presumptuous of you, isn't it?" Realizing that she didn't know that I had a suite with its own bathroom, I quickly explained that I was not making a move on her, but offering her a cleaner, more private restroom. She laughed and said, "Relax, I'm just busting your balls."

She entered my room ahead of me and headed toward the bathroom. I sat on the bed and put a CD on to pass the time, wondering if I would even get a chance at a second date with her after the embarrassment of having young girls making fun of her age. Lost in my scheming, I jumped when the bathroom door latch clicked and I started to stand up, preparing to head back downstairs to the party. Walking out of the bathroom in just her pink bra and thong, Callie looked confidently my way, waiting to see approval in my eyes. I could not have been more surprised at the sight. She was tan all over, her legs looked even longer than I'd imagined, and her toned stomach gave no hint as having carried two children. I was instantly hard. In just her underwear, she looked so vulnerable, where at work, I thought of her as an authority figure. I stood and walked towards her, but she met me in the middle of the room and started pushing me back towards the bed.

"How can you be so stupid?" she asked. "I feel like I've been throwing myself at you and you keep trying to be polite to me. Stop thinking of me as your boss or the older woman; start thinking of me as the nearly naked girl in your room."

The events of the next few minutes passed so quickly, I've never been sure if they actually happened. I was so amazed by what was happening that my mind's eye almost forgot to record the things it saw. I was pushed back into a sitting position on my bed and my shorts and underwear were unceremoniously pulled off of my legs. My hard cock stuck out in front of me and she looked at it for a second, looked down at me, sank to her knees, and grabbed it roughly in her hands. 

I don't know whether I'm that big or if her hands were that small, but it looked huge in her hands before she stretched her mouth over the head and started giving me a blowjob that I will never forget. I was amazed by her skill. Girls my age were like retards playing with lollipops compared to the things she did. Her moaning around my shaft coupled with the bobbing of her pretty blond head had me staring down at her in amazement. She pulled it from her mouth suddenly, wiped the saliva from around her mouth, and very seriously said, "We've got a lot to do tonight, but let's get your first cum out of the way so you can settle down and make it last."

I wasn't aware that I was in danger of quitting early, but decided to do what the nice lady told me to do. As I was wondering what was coming next, she stepped out of her thong and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. I was trying to look away from her shaved crotch so I could look at the tits that I'd been dreaming about for months, but I found it difficult to look away. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth, exposing her outer lips. She just stood and smiled while I took in her nudity. 

"Lie back and let's get off," she said. When I was flat on my back, she stood on the bed and walked to a spot directly over my stiff cock. She squatted and began to rub herself along my length. She never took her eyes from mine as she worked up the lubrication to begin. Then she spit into her hand and rubbed it into her pussy, grabbed my cock, and guided it to her opening. "Ready?" she asked, and I could only grunt that I was. This slightly domineering side to her personality was a little surprising, but I liked it. Little by little she pushed herself down onto my dick, making little cooing sounds as each new bit of its length slipped into her. 

When she had me all the way in, she smiled and said, "I've wanted this for a long time. Don't hold back. We've got all night. Cum for me, alright? Just let it go when you feel it coming." 

She started slowly, but quickly picked up the pace. As her tempo increased, the noises coming from her were only exceeded by the liquid that ran from her pussy. I'd never known a woman to generate so much liquid. I was so turned on that I started to think that if I came too soon, she would be disappointed in me. The more she squealed and grunted, the more the pussy juice ran from her hole and down my cock, soaking my balls and the bed beneath me. "Later, you're gonna to need to put a towel under us, ok? I usually cum buckets. It doesn't turn you off, does it?"

Never having heard her talk like this, let alone been with a girl who made so much liquid, I was as turned on as I've ever been in my life. I looked from our soaked crotches up to her beautiful tits, bouncing with each movement, and back up to her face. She was smiling at me and mouthing little encouraging words to me. "Cum, honey. Just cum in me. You can do it. Come on." Her dirty talk was getting to me and I could feel the sensation building in my balls.

And then I lost it. The moment was inevitable. I wanted the feeling to last forever. I wanted her to brag about this night to her friends. I wanted to do this over and over, with her and with her friends. Callie was beautiful and I wanted her to want to go out with me more than just this once. All of these thoughts entered my mind simultaneously and flooded my conscience. My jism shot out of my cock and into her clasping pussy. She never stopped smiling. Her eyes squinted a little in the middle of it, but she never stopped looking at me. When I stopped jerking, I smiled weakly up at her. At once I was proud of finding such a rare gem of a woman, but also anxious about how she might have viewed my performance. I looked up and down the length of her hot body. Her flat stomach was heaving with the exertion of our sex, her nipples were erect and glistening with her sweat, and I was encased on either side by her strong thighs. I looked up at her face and she was smiling at me. The cum, my cum, was running out of her, we both had soaked crotches, and I felt like I'd struck gold. I thought, "Is it possible that I just fucked one of my bosses?"

Then, she made a face like she'd just thought of something important and said "Oops, I forgot Rebecca. She's probably pissed about me leaving her down there with all of those animals. I hope she's not mad."

I jokingly answered, "Well, she can come up here, but I hope she doesn't mind watching because I'm not nearly done yet." She gave a hearty laugh and said, "You'll get your chance with that one, but right now, you're mine. Go tell her she can go home without me."

"She's not going to like that," I said, "since she doesn't like me. Maybe you should tell her." Callie fired back, "She doesn't hate you and I can't go down there with all of this sticky stuff running down my legs. Put on your shorts and just tell her that I've decided to stay the night. I told her that I might, so she's not going to be shocked. Go on."

Ten minutes later, I was wandering the dying party looking for the long black hair of Callie's younger friend while trying to decide if any of this was really happening. When I spotted her, she said, "Let me guess; Callie's going to stay and I should just go home alone?" I replied that I didn't want it to sound like she was being dumped like so much garbage, but that that indeed was the gist of it. So that she wouldn't feel like she was being thrown out, I offered to walk her to her car. The dark parking lot was full of cars and people unfamiliar to her were walking around outside so I didn't want her to feel like she was in danger. With her body, I knew that some drunken asshole would make a pass at her so I gestured towards the door and walked with her outside.

Rebecca found her red Mustang, but somebody had blocked her into her spot. She sat down in the driver's seat, turned on the radio, and started combing her tresses in the mirror. She seemed completely unconcerned with the fact that she couldn't leave yet and I asked her if she minded waiting while I looked for the owner of the offending car. She replied, "You could just stand here and talk with me; they might come back soon and move it without you having to bother with looking for them". So I stood impatiently in the dark with the soft music playing on her radio and basically shot the shit with her. I worried that my date would no longer be in the mood by the time I got back. I kept glancing over my shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of my window and Callie. The window stayed dark, the other car's owner was nowhere in site, and Rebecca mischievously asked, "What is that smell?" While I was trying to figure out what smell she was talking about, she reached up into the leg of my shorts, grabbed my cock, and accused, "Hmmm, it smells like sex. You've already had some of that pussy, haven't you?"

This was the second time that this boy had heard a lady talk so brazenly about sex in the same night, and in response, my cock instantly hardened in her hand. Instead of letting it point straight up though, she pulled it downward and out the leg hole of my shorts. I was surprised, but know when to keep my mouth shut so I just looked at her and watched for her to make the next move. With an inquisitive look, she asked, "Do you mind?" When I didn't answer, she gave it one or two quick strokes and started lightly licking the head. "Yep, you've definitely been into Callie's pussy. I'd know that taste anywhere." 

While I pondered the implications of this statement, she went back to licking and tonguing the head of my cock. It seemed like she was trying to lick off of all Callie's cream and the remnants of my cum. When the angle of my cock and the shorts combined to make further exploration difficult, she pulled me closer to the car, stuffed my cock back up my shorts leg, and then pulled down the waistband from the front to gain complete access to its entire length. As I looked around nervously for some late party attendee to catch me getting head in the parking lot, she roughly jerked me from her mouth and said, "Hey! Pay attention here, stud. If you've got other stuff you want to be doing, just say so. I don't care about somebody catching us. Nobody here knows me, so I'm not going to be embarrassed. If you've been paying attention, you know you've got a couple of live ones on your hands." I took this to mean that if she really did know the taste of Callie's pussy, and if I ever wanted to see the reason why, that I'd better comply with her wishes.


Callie and Rebecca Ch. 01



She didn't seem interested in making me cum so much as getting all of the combined taste of my earlier coupling with her friend into her mouth. She'd look up at me every once in a while, but otherwise stare straight at my matted pubic hair and hard shaft. Her eyes would close as if she was savoring the taste of Callie's pussy and for my part, I cooperated with her, thrusting into her mouth and letting her set the pace. Both of her hands were holding onto me, gripping my hips and alternately pulling and pushing me while she milked my cock. I remember telling her that I was about to shoot, but without answering she pulled me all the way into her mouth. When her red lips were firmly planted in the pubic hair at the base of my cock, she moaned in her throat with a vibration that I felt all the way up my spine. I put one hand on the roof of the Mustang and tangled the other in her long black hair and let it go. I couldn't believe that I was having a second orgasm within an hour and with a different woman. As she suctioned up everything that shot out of me, I remember looking over my shoulder at the second story window where Callie was either waiting impatiently or stewing about the fact that I was fucking her best friend's face. 

I looked back down at Rebecca's angelic face, now not so angelic with my cock slowly sliding out from between her beestung lips. I never saw a drop of my cum. She sucked it all from my shaft as she pulled it from her mouth. "Mmmmm, not bad for our first time. I'd like to do that again sometime." I told her that anytime was perfect for such a great blowjob but that I'd like a chance at more than her mouth sometime. Her answer surprised me. She said, "When Callie says I can do more than blow you, I'll do it. Until then, it's up to her. You should go back to her. She's waiting on you. I'll leave when this car moves."

I walked back up the stairs thinking that maybe it was going to be ok after all. Maybe Callie wouldn't be mad about the time I just spent away from her and apparently it was alright that I got head from Rebecca. When I walked into my room, she looked up from her place by the window and said, "Was that as good as it looked from up here?" When I hesitated to answer, she assured me that it was ok and that she had told Rebecca to try it. "After all it is every guy's dream to be with two women, right?" she asked. I answered that indeed it was, but the goal was to get them both into bed together and if things went right, have them pleasure each other as well as me. "All in good time, but tonight, I wanted this to be about us. After we've gotten to know each other a little, I'll let her join us. Tonight is about you and me. Now get those clothes off."

The next couple of hours were spent trying to knock the bottom out of that lady. She was acrobatic, limber, inventive, and vocal. Every time I would cum and need to rest, she would lie back and gently pleasure herself until she noticed me recovering. Her mouth would go back down around my cock and her talented throat would milk me back to a steely hardness that was ready to go again. I didn't know such a performance was possible and she started to make me feel like a superman. At one point, I was on top of her with her legs over my shoulders listening to her whispering obscenities while fingering her own clit. I was watching her tits bounce up and down and marveling at her energy. Building towards another climax, her cunt finally convulsed and her cum shot out of her to run down the crack of her ass onto the bed covers. At the time, this phenomenon was new to me and other than earlier in the night, I had never seen it. I pulled out so that I could watch it. It was sexier than hell and she was completely out of control. Her cum shot out of her pussy and actually hit me in the stomach! When the stream stopped, I looked down at her quivering pussy and my soaked cock, smiled at her, and shoved it back in. I was so turned on that I was sure that I was about to spurt again and didn't want to waste it on the sheets.

It became a challenge to me to make it happen over and over. I joked with her that if she didn't drink enough water, she could get dehydrated. "Nobody can lose that much liquid and not die." Her response would usually be to go down on me again, but there was no way that my cum was going to replace the fluid she was losing like that. I was able to make her squirt twice more that night. Once, I pushed her legs back so that her feet were practically next to her ears, and the cum shot out of her in an unexpected reverse stream that hit her in the face instead of me! We fucked in nearly every position and there were times that I worried about keeping up with her. 

While we were resting late in the night, we joked about her friend and what would be in store when the three of us shared a bed. It was amazing the things she talked about doing with the both of us. I was looking forward to the coming months of great sex and wondering just where her limits were. I found myself fantasizing about the two hot bodies that would be sharing my bed and the things that I would discover with them. She got up to look out the window during my musing and bent over trying to stay out of sight of anybody who might be outside while searching to see if Rebecca's Mustang had ever been freed from its parking spot. The light from the bathroom hit her just right, so I leaned forward to get a better view of the cleft of her ass. She turned quickly to catch me staring and asked, "Are you thinking what I think you're thinking about?"

I said, "Of course I am, but I've never done that. Most women don't want anything to do with it." She replied that her ex-husband had asked for anal sex numerous times while they were married but since she had determined that "he was a disgusting pig", she always refused him. "Rebecca says that I should try it. I've thought about it, but it's usually been while she was eating me and that girl can convince you to do anything when she's got her lips attached to your clit." She looked out the window some more and said, "I think that she's still stuck down there. She must be asleep by now, but let me go get her to come up here. After all, we don't want her to get a sore neck sleeping in her car." 

Within a minute, she had one of my t-shirts on her otherwise naked body and had slipped on her pumps and headed out the door. At this point, I was convinced anything was possible, and thought nothing of a beautiful thirty three year old woman wandering the halls of a fraternity house at four AM with her nipples poking through a t-shirt that hid nothing. I looked down at my cock and thought that there is no way that I am up for another session, but if both of them were coming back up there, I may be forced to give it the old college try.

I heard some whispering outside my door and wondered if one of my fraternity brothers had been kept awake by the constant noise from my room and come to complain. I moved to cover myself and heard some shuffling that confused me. Eventually, my door opened slowly and the dim light from the hall revealed two naked bodies with nothing on but their high heels. Callie was holding my t-shirt in her hands on top of the small pile of clothing that Rebecca had been wearing earlier in the night. Rebecca moved quickly to get out of the public area of the house and into my room before any late nighters could see her. She stood at the foot of the bed like a present that Callie was offering me. 

"I hope you enjoyed what I did earlier for you, Dave." she said. 

"I liked it so much, that I will certainly think about it for a long time Rebecca." I replied. 

Callie pushed Rebecca towards the bed. "Honey," she said "he's just about wore my little box out with that cock of his. You remember how big that cock is, right? I'm gonna lie down, and I want you to lick me like you do when we're at home on Saturdays. Maybe that tongue of yours will ease some of the soreness."

Callie reclined on the bed next to me, and smiling at me, spread her legs while Rebecca knelt between them. One of the blonde's legs was across mine and she ran her hand along her own until she reached my cock. I barely noticed when she grabbed it, because I was watching Rebecca lovingly look at Callie's red and inflamed slit. She tentatively tongued it, while stroking her hands up and down Callie's thighs. After an approving look from Callie, she dove in with vigor. Within minutes, I thought her whole head was going to disappear up that pussy and with Callie's moaning I was sure she was going to come off of the bed. When Rebecca sucked hard on the taller girl's clit and snaked a wet finger up her ass, Callie exploded in orgasm. She convulsed violently, attempted to stifle a loud yell by biting down on the back of her own hand, and came hard. Rebecca's face was already soaked but a new stream hit her square in the nose. The smile that spread across her face was one of a proud child who looks at you as if to say, "Look what I can do!" I was so entranced by the scene that I didn't notice that I was coming until Callie scooped up some of the jizz and rubbed it under Rebecca's nose.

Rebecca, for her part, looked like she'd been chastised and Callie apologized for the "punishment". 

"Poor thing; everyone else has had their chance to cum tonight, but you. Do you want to get off 'Becca?" 

"Yes, Callie."

"What would you like then?"

"I just need to cum. Y'all have me so wound up. I love eatin' you, but I gotta cum."

Callie laughed, "Then take your finger out of my ass and get ready. We'll get you humming in no time."

To be continued...



Callie and Rebecca Ch. 02



Callie and I had just survived several hours or exertion trying to set some type of record for two people having sex for the first time. Her last orgasm had been loud and wet, courtesy of her friend Rebecca who had spent the last five minutes nibbling the blonde's snatch while fingering Callie's tight ass. For my part, Callie's powerful stream of girl juice spurting into Rebecca's face had spurred my own mind blowing orgasm aided only by Callie's hand and the three of us were now covered in sweat and genital secretions. 

I offered the girls something to drink, and they both laughed. The absurdity of offering someone a drink when they've just been hit with a faceful of cum was not lost on either of them, but I got up to walk across the room to my small refrigerator anyway. I opened a Coke, and turned to see them watching me while considering their next move. Standing by the open door, I paused and let the cool air waft across my exhausted, overheated body. They both looked at each other and Callie whispered something causing 'Becca to giggle. I'd never considered her to be the type to laugh; she'd always come off as humorless and stern. I asked what was so funny, and Callie said, "we were just making a comment about how you look standing there naked." I initially took this to mean that I, like most guys, looked quite gangly when naked and I looked down to assess what my body's faults might have been. My frown must have let her know what I was thinking, because Rebecca stood up and walked towards me, "Don't be silly; there's nothing wrong with you. We just were commenting on the fact that you'd make a great sundial." On her way past me, she gave my hardening cock a squeeze, and then continued on to the bathroom.

"It's good to be the president!" I thought. Nobody else in the fraternity had a private bathroom in their room and right now I was happy to be that guy. A lady trying to find a clean stall in which to do her business this late at night after a party was going to be disgusted to the point of leaving. Woe to the guy who thought his girl was coming back to bed after she spent ten minutes hovering above a dirty toilet seat only to find that their was no toilet paper as well. Rebecca walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink's hot water which I initially assumed was to cover the sound of her peeing. I grabbed a bottle of water from the door of the refrigerator and walked to where Callie was reclining against a pile of pillows and handed her the beverage. Turning back to the light of the bathroom, I was startled to see Rebecca sitting on the toilet doing her business. 

"What's the matter?" she said, "Haven't you ever seen a girl pee before?"

"Honestly, no. I'm just surprised that you are running the water to cover the noise but leave the door open so I can see you piss."

"First of all, stud, the water is warming up so I can soak a wash cloth and clean us all up. And as for you watching, I don't mind. Come over here and you can might learn something about a girl's plumbing." As she said this, she leaned back so I could see the junction of her legs and the little stream of yellow liquid that dribbled from it. Her jutting tits and tight stomach looked sexy as hell and until my cock hardened further, I didn't know that I would be turned on by seeing a girl urinate. She finished and grabbed a little patch of toilet paper and offered it to me. "'Wanna wipe me?" I couldn't tell whether she was teasing or not, but before I could answer, Callie called out in a low whisper, "Just finish up already. It is your turn, you know. I thought you were horny."

Rebecca laughed quietly and wiped herself. Standing up, she flushed the toilet and moved to the sink. She grabbed a fresh wash cloth from the rack and soaked it with the warm water. I stood and watched, staring at her great ass as she slightly bent to wet the rag in the sink. When she finally turned to head back towards the bed, I was already sitting next to her friend waiting to see how this would play out. The light went out in the bathroom and soon her petite form was silhouetted by the small night light in the corner of the room. She moved to us with a towel in one hand and the wet cloth in the other. 

"Callie, you look sticky. Would you like me to clean you up some?"

Callie whispered, "Why don't you clean us both up? Do a good job, but don't mess around. You're going to cum next, so let's not waste time. Dave hasn't had a chance at you yet and I know I'd like to get a few licks in too." Whatever I'd done to deserve this treatment must have been good. I mentally promised myself to find out what it was and do it more if this was going to be the reward. Callie flashed me a look that told me she wasn't sure about whatever my "chance" meant.

Rebecca gently wiped the combined sweat and cum from Callie's breasts and stomach, worked the rag up and down the length of her crotch, and then moved to me. She gave my neck, torso, and legs a quick rub, moving tentatively around me like she was afraid I might grab her and start in on her before she finished her task. She stood and returned to the bathroom and we heard the water running again. I leaned over and nipped Callie on the ear and stroked a breast. "What's next?" I asked.

Callie smiled and said, "Just watch. You'll know what to do." Rebecca returned with the freshly soaked rag and began to clean my groin area. She scrubbed my pubic hair, cleaned my balls, and then began to carefully remove the sticky stuff from the shaft of my cock. Callie watched intently and Rebecca finished up and looked for Callie's approval. "Good job, Sugar. Now spread out that towel and lie down so we can get a look at you." We moved out of her way while she made the preparations. She was going to get some much deserved attention and she knew it. It was a pleasure watching her move. She seemed to always be conscious of how a certain position or angle would make her look and she went about her task gracefully. The large, white beach towel was spread out over the bed and she moved to lie down on it. 

Callie and I stood back and watched like diners waiting for the buffet to be restocked. That is if the diners are naked and one of them is standing behind the other with his hard on poking her in one of her asscheeks. The petite brunette was a study in contrasts to Callie. Where Callie was tall and blond-nearly as tall as my five feet and eleven inches, Rebecca was short and had black hair. Callie's hair was slightly curly, reaching to just above her shoulders and 'Becca's was straight and hung halfway down her back. Callie was curvy, with padding at her hips and breasts, and her shorter friend was lithe like a runner, but with bigger tits. Callie's nipples were light pink, barely discernible compared to the flesh around them and Rebecca's darker colored nipples contrasted sharply with the mounds that they poked from like another set of miniature breasts. Callie wore her sparse makeup tastefully with just enough accents to compliment her naturally beautiful features and 'Becca went without, still enjoying the benefit of her younger age. Callie and Rebecca both had long, elegant fingers but their nail polish was where they differed. Callie wore hers with long manicured French tips while Rebecca kept her blood red nails fairly short.

When the preparation had finished, she looked at Callie as if expecting permission, or maybe a command. I still did not understand the nature of this relationship, and wasn't about to waste time trying to figure it out. Rebecca gestured silently to the bed and Callie climbed back onto it, lying on her back with her head at the foot of it. She looked at Rebecca and motioned for her to join her and Rebecca obediently climbed aboard. She straddled Callie's head and bent forward, blowing her warm breath on the taller girl's pussy. She supported her weight with her left arm while teasingly rubbing around Callie's outer lips. Callie looked up at me from just below Rebecca's crotch and whispered, "She's allowed to get hers, but I decide how. In this position, she sure looks vulnerable, doesn't she?" Then she licked a long finger and unceremoniously slid it from the top of the girl's slit to the tight pussy hole, which she penetrated without any further manipulation. Rebecca cried out in surprise but pushed back towards that finger. 

"Don't forget what you're doing, dear." Callie hissed, "I'd like some more attention down there if you please." Rebecca bent back to her ministrations on Callie's hairless cunt and Callie fished around in the younger girl's snatch like she was looking for something. It just didn't seem right to poke and prod at that delicate snatch like it was an old handbag whose folds hid the last pack of cigarettes. While Callie worked at finding the brunette's g-spot, her other hand pulled at the hair growing above the outer lips. I thought she was trying to "comb" it out of her way, but when I looked closer, I realized that she was grabbing small sections of Rebecca's pubic patch and actually pulling at it like she was trying to cause her pain. When this apparently ceased to interest her, she added a second finger to the one that was penetrating her friend and started licking at her clit. Rebecca moaned with her face in Callie's box, but kept at her task.

Callie's lips sucked tightly on the brunette's button and the fingers of her right hand stroked away at the hidden g-spot. Wet noises filled the room, but still I stood and watched with my steely shaft poking out in front of me waiting for the moment when Callie would let me know when to join in. My cock swung and bobbed lewdly as the veins throbbed along its length. I felt like a porn star waiting for the director's cue. 

Rebecca's movements were becoming jerkier; she was clearly enjoying the sensations that her older friend was producing in her pussy. Callie closed her legs which forced Rebecca's face from between them. I assumed that this meant that it was time for Rebecca to begin concentrating on her impending orgasm. Callie's fingers slowed their stroking of the spongy tissue inside her friend, but her lips and tongue never let up on the clit.

It suddenly occurred to me that Callie had said earlier that I would know "what to do" when the time came. It was, after all, stupid and wasteful of me to be standing there doing nothing with a perfectly good hard on. Taking a step forward I moved between Rebecca's legs. Callie looked up at me and winked. She pulled her slimy fingers from the box above her with an audible sound. She rubbed the girl's juices on the end of my cock and then reached up and put a hand on each of the brunette's cheeks. She fiercely grabbed a handful of flesh in each hand and pulled her open to expose both of Rebecca's holes. Above the puffy, wet pussy whose clit Callie's sexy lips still sucked at, was the soft brown orifice of her ass winking at me.

The sight was almost more than I could take. It was probably four thirty in the morning and my boss was eating the pussy of a girl that I was fairly certain didn't like me. To add to the scene, she was holding the smaller girl's ass cheeks open as if to invite me to poke whichever hole I desired. But looking at that little rosebud, I knew that if I was to start working my cock into it, I would surely cause her pain. No matter what though, I needed to make a decision. Standing there and doing nothing was not going to be at the top of the list.

I grabbed my shaft and bent my knees to lower the head of my throbbing cock to level it with her gaping pink opening. Callie stopped sucking on Rebecca's clit so she could hold still while I got lined up. The bulb of my head poked at her opening. Callie continued to hold those glorious cheeks open and I gave a little push. She tensed up and her anus clenched as she initially resisted the penetration of her cunt. "Oh, no you don't!" I thought to myself "Callie is in charge and she wants you fucked. So like it or not, it's coming. Hold on you little hottie, cause here it comes." 

I couldn't believe that this thought was running through my mind. Me, the guy who had never acted so forceful with women and had always tried to be gentle in bed with them, was about to push into this tiny pussy with a force that may or may not have caused her pain. All I knew was that Callie "owned" this girl and if she was offering it to me, then I was going to own her too. More accurately, my hard cock was going to own that impossibly tiny pussy.

Once she got over the realization that I was bigger than Callie's fingers, she attempted to relax and let me get into her cunt. Her own natural juices helped and certainly what Callie was doing to her clit was not hurting. I pushed in a millimeter at a time, watching as her lips strained to accommodate me. Callie continued to hold her open but let go of the little clit that she had been working on and pushed back to lick my ball sack. The sensations produced by fucking Rebecca while getting my sack licked were amazing. At last my entire length was buried in that tight space and I began to thrust in and out of her. When I was up to the hilt in Rebecca's quim, Callie's tongue would lave my balls. As I pulled out, my sack would drag across Callie's nose and forehead. Rebecca seemed to get into it and started to push back while grunting louder and louder.

The noises coming from the mouth of such a petite girl were funny in that they were not very ladylike. She sounded like a crack whore in a two bit porno trying to earn a bonus by overacting. I figured that anyone sober or awake enough to hear them would ask about them around the house in the morning. Eventually, when it was found out that a girl in my room had produced the sounds, the stories of my exploits would grow and become legend. Usually I consider myself above such "kiss and tell" bragging but a girl making those kinds of noises was bound to inspire some interesting stories. Maybe the tales would spread to the nearby sororities and I would become an object of interest among the nubile, young girls who lived in them. "Word of mouth is the best advertising." I thought as I anticipated the legend that would grow as it passed from class to class of my brothers.

As our pace increased the noise from our rutting began to worry Callie. "Quiet down, Rebecca. If you wake up this house, you'll have forty horny boys standing outside the door when we try to leave. You don't have time for that, do you?"

Rebecca, apparently fearful that her night in the fraternity house might become a gang-bang, lowered the sounds of her pleasure by an entire order of magnitude. Callie winked up at me as if to say that there was no way that she was going to share this hot little minx with anyone other than me but she was not above threatening it. I looked away and went back to concentrating on burying my bone in the brunette's tight box. Over and over I thrust into that hot orifice and over and over those pink lips sucked greedily at my length. Watching the winking of her little asshole was going to bring me off. When a bead of sweat fell from my chin and hit that little brown bull's eye, she increased her pace and arched her back.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ffffuuuuccccckkkkkk.....!" she tailed off as her orgasm struck her. She froze and I made one final, grunting, lurching thrust as if with that one final stab at her hole I could finally split her in two. My world erupted and I thought I'd black out. Fighting to push in even further, I pushed her so hard that her knees could not hold her ass in the position, she fell forward, and we ended up with her lying flat on top of my beautiful boss. My continually pulsating cock was still buried in her pussy but I was trying to hold myself up with my hands on either side of her so as not to add too much weight to that which had already suddenly been added to Callie's stomach. 

Just as I felt my prick's squirting start to diminish, I felt a wet tongue trying to slide between my ass cheeks. The surprise attempted penetration renewed my vigor towards Rebecca's fuck hole and I must have pulsated several more times and grown back to my full size. Rebecca looked back over her shoulder in a tangled, sweaty flurry of black hair and quizzically looked at me like she was trying to figure out what was keeping us from getting up. I had her pinned down like a butterfly in a collection.

The fingers of Callie's left hand pried at my ass crack, while her right pushed with a saliva-coated digit at my nether hole. I could feel her wet tongue snaking its way between my cheeks as well and briefly wondered how I would feel about being penetrated in this way. When she sensed me tensing up, she pulled back from her attempts and laughed. "Since I know you want to fuck my ass, I wanted to see how you'd feel about having your own violated." she said. "You can get up, if you can get that pigsticker out of Rebecca's puss."

I slowly moved backwards and the removal of the bulb of my cock from that overused cunt caused a loud popping noise followed by the dripping of my jism from the hole. I moved to stand up and Callie lifted her head to watch the white liquid pool on her stomach as it seeped from her friend's pussy. As Rebecca tried to dismount from her position above Callie, the leaking increased. The trail of cum across Callie's stomach and tits lengthened and Rebecca noticed it and started to lick it up. "Look at that, will ya Dave? She won't miss a drop." As she moved over Callie, her box again resumed its position above Callie's face and the blonde's hands moved to stop her from moving further. 

She lifted her mouth to the creamy opening and began to suck and lick at the liquids inside. Rebecca closed her eyes and held still to better enjoy the attention. Within a minute, Callie raised a hand to the clit above Rebecca's hole and resumed working it. In just a few moments, Rebecca was having another, but quieter, orgasm. This one came with soft whimpers and very little movement, nothing that would distract Callie from continuing. As Rebecca's orgasm hit her, Callie returned the favor that Rebecca had done her while eating her earlier in the night: she pushed a pussy soaked finger into the younger girl's quivering asshole. Rebecca's head thrashed back and forth as this new invasion increased the intensity of her orgasm.

If I hadn't already come just one minute before, I'm sure that I would have shot ropes of cum across both of them. In my exhaustion, I stood with half a hard on--the best I could muster after all the effort of the night--and watched, knowing that eventually I would get my chance to fuck one or both of them in the ass. 

When Rebecca stopped shaking from her exerting bliss, Callie grabbed the wash cloth and wiped the liquids from her own face then gave her friend's box a quick swipe. "That's all you get babe. We've got to get going. One of us has to work in the morning and it won't do to have you show up late and walking funny."

I stood, still naked, and watched as the two of them untangled themselves from each other, rose from the bed, and proceeded to get dressed. Callie put her skirt and heels back on, buttoned her shirt over her braless tits, and smoothed her clothing. Rebecca combed her matted hair and started to put her bra back on. Callie stopped her. "Leave it; we've got to go." With this she grabbed the brunette's undergarments and threw them on my bed. "'Something to remember us by. Plus, I know you can jack off to those while you think about this night. We'll come back." Callie stepped to me and kissed me on the lips lightly. I could smell/taste the combined juices of what her friend and I had just shared, but didn't care. She turned towards where 'Becca was getting her last article of her outer clothing on and said, "Come on sweetheart; you need to drive me home."

On her way past me, Rebecca hugged me and timidly said, "Thank you. That was...nice. I want to do that some more if we can." Her reluctance to like me had apparently passed and in return I smiled down at her and stroked her long, black hair before letting her go. Callie whispered from the open door, "Sleep tight, if you can. I'll see you at work." Holding the younger girl's hand, she led her out into the hallway as I weakly waved goodbye.




Callie and Rebecca Ch. 02



I turned from the slowly closing door, shuffled to my sweaty bed, and collapsed into the mess of towels and undergarments. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but inhale the odors left by our fucking on the pillows and lingerie as I replayed the night's events in my mind. I assume that the Olds Cutlass that had blocked them in earlier had moved by then, because I did not see the Mustang in the fraternity house's parking lot for two more weeks. But I did see Callie at work two days later.

But that's another chapter.



Callie and Rebecca Ch. 03



It had been a few days since the party where Callie and Rebecca had stayed most of the night with me. I spent all of my free time thinking about that night and the crazy scenes that had accompanied it. I had seen women engaging in bisexual sex and a women's ejaculation for the first time, watched a girl pee and been strangely aroused, and nearly had a tongue up my ass. It was the first time for all of these things for me and I walked around campus like a new man. The rumors about what might have happened in my room that night had already started since it turns out that the rhythmic noises and loud orgasms of the girls were impossible to sleep through for some of my brothers.

I had done nothing to fuel these rumors since I had learned at an early age that women do not like when their sexual activities are discussed by juvenile boys around a locker room bench. That doesn't mean that I didn't enjoy the attention that the speculation was causing, but I did nothing more than offer a weak smile when anybody asked what had happened that night. In the chapter house's cafeteria during dinner one night, the social director tried to put me on the spot when he asked in front of a suddenly silent and leaning forward room, just what had occurred on Friday night. I smiled the smile of someone who knows something that will not be told and went back to eating my ravioli.

Callie and I saw each other again on Tuesday, the first time that we had coinciding shifts together. She walked outside to the resort's pool bar to check on me. According to the computer in her office the "Tiki Lounge" as I called it, was having a brisk sales day. She stood beneath a palm tree's shade and watched as I hustled to reduce the line of thirsty tourists in bathing suits in front of the service counter. Once the line of seven or eight couples had been taken care of, I turned to check on the patrons sitting around the bar itself. Almost all of the pool bar's twelve stools were occupied by folks taking a break from the sun and people were coming and going constantly requiring my attention.

This was only two years after the movie "Cocktail" was in theaters. Every person who approached the bar would make some comment about the similarity between my flowered shirts, Ray-Ban sunglasses, the hut's thatched roof, or the tropical-style drinks and the movie that was still fresh in their minds. I was frankly tired of being hailed as "Tom Cruise" by goombas from New York and New Jersey, but if I had to be compared to a movie star, the pre-nutjob Tom was not a bad one. This day was no different, since one couple sitting in my shade was from Rockaway, NY and "Vinnie" (I always called them Vinnie in my mind.) was bragging about something or other; I didn't really pay attention to their loud posturing other than to add the appropriate head nod or "Oh yeah?" when the pauses came in their stories.

Vinnie ordered another imported beer and his girl asked for another Daiquiri. Since his story about his business was apparently over and I was not the enthusiastic listener he'd hoped for he stood up and headed back over to his lounge chair by the water slide. To my surprise, the bikini stayed to drink her cocktail in the shade. A little small talk in between pouring drinks was all I could offer her. I'd noticed that she had a great body covered by a skimpy outfit, but all thoughts of sex at that time involved Callie and Rebecca so I didn't really let my mind head down that road with this New Yorker.

When my phone rang, I was surprised to hear Callie's voice on the other end.

"'You enjoying the view?"

"I was until you went back inside."

"I didn't even know that you'd seen me."

"Situational awareness," I whispered into the receiver. "You don't spend all day every day out here without knowing where the good looking ones are." No seat around the octagonal bar was more than twelve feet from me, so I covered the phone with my hand to try to stifle the conversation from the ears of would be listeners.

"Well, when Guido left his girl there with you, I thought I'd better warn you discreetly about them. Is this discreet enough for you?" she asked, indicating the phone call rather than a personal visit. It was amusing to me that she called them "Guido" instead of my "Vinnie".

I laughed, "Warn me? What do you mean?"

"Well, security thinks those two are swingers according to the night's log entries. Apparently, they received several calls about the noises from their room. The entry reads ‘Guest answered the door and promised to try to keep the noise down. Several other couples scantily dressed evident.' I bet those old pervs in security spent half the night patrolling that hallway and listening at that door."

"What do you want me to do? Get them drunk and ask if we can join them?" I joked while trying to make sure that nobody at the bar could hear me.

"Shhhh," she chided, "do you want her to hear you?" After I laughed again, she continued, "I'm just warning you that you might get propositioned and that since you got a little ‘hinky' when someone else's fingers got near your butt the other night, you might want to consider what a roomful of them might do to you."

"Sorry lady, I'm spoken for." I whispered into the phone. I knew she was standing not thirty feet away. The game room's large picture windows were behind the bar, and in the reflection of my computer monitor's screen I could see a miniature Callie holding a house phone to her ear. It was an easy pick; she'd worn a white blouse and red skirt that day. To say she stood out amongst the t-shirts and board shorts of the flabby tourists was an understatement. And like I mentioned, I always knew where the pretty girls were with my three hundred sixty degree view of the pool area and a pair of sunglasses hiding the direction of my glances.

Her reply came quickly, "Right answer. You win a prize." I still hadn't turned to look directly at her, since pretending like I didn't know she could see me was still part of the game. "Will you take the blond or the brunette, sir?"

The light-hearted banter was fun but this sounded like a trick question. By "brunette", did she mean Rebecca or the Italian bikini model sitting in front of me? In any case, I answered quickly since the appearance of taking too much time to think of a reply could be just as damaging as the wrong response. "Parts of me may enjoy the ‘dark haired prizes' that have been awarded already, but my head is hoping to win the sweepstakes and I understand that the blond is the grand prize in that contest."

"You're so full of shit. Bartenders; you guys have always got a line, don't you?" Her pretend scolding was funny but I wanted to assure her that Guido/Vinnie's girl wasn't even on my radar. 

"I'm serious, ma'am," I drawled in my goofiest southern accent, "thar ain't but one lady what my eyes kin see."

I turned to look directly at her and said into the phone, "Can we talk about this later? I don't want to miss it when I get invited to the gang bang."

She snorted then tried to cover it by flipping me the bird. Realizing she was in a game room for children, she looked around anxiously and seeing nobody who had caught the gesture, laughed at me again. She said, "Don't make fun of me for growing up in the country. We ain't all dumb, you know." She said as she mimicked my own fake accent. Hanging up without a further word, she stuck her tongue out at me through the window and headed back to the café.

I didn't see her for the rest of the day, but when Paula brought my meal from the snack bar, I was quite surprised. I usually went up to the snack bar and brought my lunch back to the hut, but this personal service was an unexpected bit of attention. I hadn't even ordered my lunch yet, but it was easy for her to predict what I'd want and when I'd be hungry. I ordered a plain burger and spiced fries every day at around 2:30. 

"'Tired of being cooped up in that little snack bar?" I asked.

She looked around at the drinkers under the shade of the palm fronds and said "I was just wondering how the party went."

In my mind, I was immediately worried that Paula, who had a reputation for seeing everything that went on at the resort, knew about my "date" with one of our bosses. If it leaked out that one of the assistant food and beverage managers was doing a bartender, it would not be good for someone's career in management. 

I tried to cover by answering noncommittally, "It was a good party. Lots of people came but I went to bed early." All three statements were technically true, but I hoped that she didn't know how literally I meant it.

"I'd like to go to one of those parties some day. Could I come even though I'm not a student?"

"Absolutely. I'll keep you in mind for next time." Satisfied with this answer, she turned and started walking back to the snack bar without another word. "Playing coy, huh?" I thought. Again, she had no idea how literally my statements had been meant since my guests had "absolutely" been allowed "to come" even though they were not students. Furthermore, I was relieved that she didn't seem to know about my tryst with our co-worker.

I may have watched her walk away from me for too long. The girls that worked in the snack bar had a pair of white shorts as their uniform and it was my favorite pastime to try to see what type of underwear they had on beneath them. I was confused and trying to choose when the Guido-ette jolted me out of my staring.

Apparently the girl from Rockaway had heard and seen this exchange, because the next words I heard were in that annoying (to me) accent, "You wanna bring her to a party, you should bring her to one we're havin' tonight." What I heard when she said it though, was the voice of the female lead in the television show "The Nanny". I turned to look at her and tried to think of an answer that would not insult her. I've got nothing against swingers, or hot Italian girls, but I was more interested in spending my time with my manager at this point. I politely declined and she eventually went back to sit with Vinnie at the pool. Before she left, she said, "Nothing."

"What?" I asked.

"You were trying to figure out what kind of underwear that girl was wearing. She ain't wearin' any."

The rest of the shift was spent pouring drinks and watching the ass on the Italian job while thinking about my next encounter with Callie. I spent a lot of time trying to decipher the odd relationship she had with Rebecca and how she had always seemed to be in charge of what the younger girl did when they spent the night with me. What I didn't know at the time, was that Rebecca had been hired about two months ago to work in the accounting department of the resort, an area that I never dealt with unless my register had a discrepancy in my drawer's money.

Towards the end of my shift, I received a call and thought I recognized the voice. "Dave, it's Rebecca. Look, I don't have much time, but Callie asked me to tell you that she's grilling steaks tonight and she'd like you to come over."

"How are you calling me on a house phone? Are you here?" I asked.

"Yeah, stupid. I'm the accounts receivables clerk. ‘You didn't know?" she laughed.

"'News to me," I exclaimed. "Since when?" 

"What do you care? Quit screwing around. ‘Will you be there or not?" By way of explaining why she had to get off the phone, she added, "The GM is coming."

"Tell her she's the boss. I'm hers to command." I said.

"Yeah, you and me both." She hung up.

Later that night, after a filling dinner of steak and baked potato, Callie and I were swimming in her pool. The underwater lighting cast odd shadows and the water created funny distortions but neither could hide the fact that she had removed her one piece bathing suit or that her nipples were reacting to the cool water. I hung on the side of the pool kicking my legs to stay afloat in the deep end and just watched.

She climbed out and stood in the night air toweling herself dry. When she was dry enough to walk across the carpet, she entered the house and I could see her heading towards the kitchen. Assuming that drinks were forthcoming, I turned to face the pool wall and lift myself out. 

"Stop. You're fine right there." I heard from behind me.

Her painted toenails and long, tan legs came into view and I looked up at her. Both hands had a glass of wine in them and I took one from her and perched it on the deck nearby. Hers was placed on a small table near a pool chair and she walked over to the shower by the privacy fence and started rinsing herself.

When she came back, I asked, "Why'd you get yourself all wet again?"

"Because you might not like the taste of chorine." Came her retort.

Without further words, she sat on the edge of the pool with a long leg on either side of my head. Her bald snatch was directly in front of my face and I looked up at her. She scooted her ass nearer to the edge which placed her pussy even closer to my face. 

"'Still hungry?" she teased.

Without answering, I reached out of the pool and wrapped my arms around her ass. This allowed me to caress one of my favorite parts of her and to hold myself in a good position while the rest of my body stayed in the pool. As I moved my lips closer to her sex, she leaned back to give me better access. At the moment my tongue made contact with her vaginal lips, a small dribble of red wine ran down her belly and onto the junction of my mouth and her pussy.

"Mmmm, that's nice." I said.

"'Just in case there's any lingering pool water…" she replied as my mouth attempted to catch the liquid running over her crotch.

Ever so gently, I switched from trying to catch the wine to teasing the man in the boat. Using only my lips and tongue, I separated the outer lips of her vagina and slid my tongue up and down her snatch. The sight was enough to harden my cock even under the cool water. The hairless lips and smooth area around them looked like that of a much younger girl. I bent to my task and soon had the nub standing up proudly where it received all the attention my thirsty mouth could supply. The sounds she made encouraged me.

Stopping briefly, I asked, "How does this compare to your regular head?"

She laughed and chided, "Get back at it, you. It's different when it's coming from a girl, but I love it either way."

My hands caressed the cheeks of her ass and the small of her back. I felt her lean back a little more, giving me more access to the slit and I renewed my efforts at bringing her off. I knew that I could not treat her this gently for long. My cock beneath the water was trying to bore a hole into the pool's side and my desire to see her squirt in orgasm again would override any thoughts I had of a long, casual fuck.

She placed the empty wine glass near my full one and spread her legs a little further. Propped on her elbows now, my hands roamed around to her sides and her flat stomach. With my arms under her knees, she bent her legs more to place a foot on the edge of the pool on either side of me. This served to grant me better access to her wet pussy and I placed my hands on the skin above and to either side of the tops of her legs. Pulling on this area had the effect of separating her lips more and her clit was clearly visibly between them. My tongue poked at it again before renewing my assault. I planted my lips around the little knob and applied suction like a baby nursing at a bottle. 

"That's it. Right there." Her body tensed a little more and she leaned completely back to lie flat with her head on a folded towel. "Just keep doing what you're doing…"

I increased the sucking motion while moving my head slowly from side to side. The increased pressure caused her to reward me with less intelligible noises, but their meaning was clear. My left hand massaged the area of her lower stomach just above her slit and the other held me far enough out of the pool to reach that treasure. As beautiful as Callie was, I could think of nothing but to please her and if that moment had frozen in time, I would still be happily sucking her clitoris. My straining cock wanted in on the action, but it was going to have to wait. 

I removed an arm from beneath her knee and moved up higher out of the pool to hold myself on one elbow. I slipped an index finger into the hole and crooked my finger. With minimal searching, I found her g-spot and commenced to rub small circles into it. As gently as possible, I caressed the fleshy mound inside her pussy until she bore down on my finger. I felt that if she were to squeeze me any harder, she might break off my digit. The pressure applied by the pad of my finger increased and the suction my mouth was applying to her distended clit started to have an ever growing effect on Callie.

Her breathing quickened then seemed to stop. She took a deep breath and exclaimed, "I'm gonna squirt!"

Hoping for a repeat of her ejaculations, I pulled my head back to watch. I kept the finger in her cuntal opening and watched the jewel of her pussy erupt. The stream of ejaculate from her surging loins made an arc into the air and landed noisily in the pool beside my head. I gave up trying to keep a finger in her let alone on her. Curiosity got the better of me and I moved my head to try to catch some of her stream in my mouth. It was warm and nearly tasteless and before it died down I had a face full of it. I determined that whenever possible, I would find girls who could "squirt" and pleasure them over and over. It may be the hottest thing I have ever seen in the bedroom and knowing that I could give one person so much pleasure was extremely satisfying. 

One final pulse escaped her sheath and then stopped. Liquid ran down her crack and puddled at the edge of the pool while she lay breathing heavily. I watched her toes uncurl and her legs begin to relax as she tried to get her breathing returned to normal. Eventually she sat up, seemingly recovered from the exertion.

"'That all you got?" she teased.

I couldn't help but laugh. Women can fake orgasm to make a man feel better about his performance, but squirting a two foot stream of cum out of her puss is just not something I thought she could fake. I was satisfied that I had given her the orgasmic bliss that my efforts deserved.



When we were later relaxing in the house, I got her to talk about Rebecca and how they had come to meet. After Callie's divorce from her idiot husband she was feeling down about not seeing her girls since the asshole had received custody. He sounded like the kind of guy that used the children as a weapon to annoy his ex-wife and cause her heartache. Kyle was twelve years older than Callie and had money, so when he was able to afford a better divorce lawyer, Callie felt lucky to come out of it with the house that they had built together. But only getting to see her daughters on Sunday afternoons weighed heavy on her heart and she looked for a way to get back at him.

On many of her days off, she would drive past Kyle's place of business or his new apartment since they were both near the stores where she shopped. Often she saw a red Mustang parked in both places which stuck in her mind since Kyle drove a pickup. Eventually she found out through mutual friends that Kyle might have hired some pretty, young brunette to take care of his books. The rumor was that this girl was doing more than accounting and spying the Mustang at Kyle's residence seemed to confirm it in her mind. 

She asked around and found out that the girl's name was Rebecca and set out to meet her and get revenge on Kyle. By a "chance" meeting in a gas station parking lot, Callie struck up a conversation with her replacement. Putting on her friendliest face, she introduced herself and tried to engage the younger girl in small talk. At first, Rebecca was hesitant and feared that what Kyle had told her about his "witch of an ex" might be true. But eventually, Callie won her over and Rebecca agreed to meet her for lunch some time and talk about the kids. Rebecca apparently was finding that being a mistress, and now the live-in girlfriend, was not as fun as it may have looked initially. She had no experience with kids and the constant attention they demanded took away from the time that Rebecca felt should have been hers with her new lover.




Callie and Rebecca Ch. 03



Their weekly meetings remained secret since Kyle would be angry if he knew that his ex-wife was giving the new girl the dirt on their failed relationship. Callie played it cool, never pushing, but always getting a little more than she gave. The younger girl spilled everything over the course of their luncheons and Callie listened for her opening. Rebecca had moved to Florida from Iowa and fresh out of college, figuring that life was going to be all palm trees and beaches in her new home. In the bars, all she found were tourists who wanted one thing and she found that she had to work a little too hard to make ends meet. The party-every-night lifestyle soon went by the wayside and she buckled down and tried to find a better job. When Kyle offered her a job watching his finances she assumed that he was looking for just what her resume' offered; a fresh out of college, self-starting worker who was eager to work hard and earn a living.

But life counting the expenses and profits at a small construction company wasn't that fun. Contractors hit on her constantly and irate home owners dogged Kyle's office phones all day. The stress was getting her down so when Kyle asked her to have dinner with him after work one night, she grasped at this first chance for a social life in weeks. Dinner had turned into drinks and drinks had turned into fumbling sex on the front seat of the pickup. Eventually the two became an item, but she never felt like his equal. Kyle wanted to keep their relationship a secret because of their age difference and the impropriety of banging one's secretary. The sex always seemed to be about him. He would come home, eat dinner, and set in to screwing her without a concern as to her needs. Many a night she lay in bed and wondered how her life had come to this; mistress to a man who didn't care about her, maid to two children who weren't hers, and not enough money to leave and start over again.

Over drinks one night, Callie thought of offering her an alternative. Kyle was out of town with the children, so they were eating a late dinner at an Italian restaurant. Two empty wine bottles had been carried away by the server and a third was nearing the bottom. The two were whispering low when the waitress appeared, and leaning down, said, "You two make a great couple. I wish I could find a girl who I could enjoy like you two seem to be doing with each other." Callie said that she froze, wondering at the implications of that statement. The redhead hustled away with their empty plates and the two sat speechless for a few moments before either of them spoke. For her part, Rebecca watched the server until she was out of sight.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Callie asked. "Does she think we're lezzies?"

"Ya got me." Rebecca replied, and continued: "Well, we are thick as thieves and we've been whispering for most of our meal. But to think we're gay for each other is funny. I don't know whether to be insulted or re-think my wardrobe."

Rebecca's light-hearted comments at the server's words reassured Callie that it was just a mistake and they talked for another hour before they decided it was time to leave. On their way to the door, Callie put her arm around the younger girl for the benefit of the waitress and they walked outside laughing.

"How's about we go to my place and have some more?" Rebecca offered.

"How's about we go to mine and have a lot more? I'm gonna all a cab, though. You shouldn't drive and neither should I. And there is no way I'm setting foot in that apartment of his. If you pass out, I've got a spare room. If you want to go home after you've sobered up, we'll call the cab back."

Forty minutes later, the two were sitting around the kitchen island with another bottle of wine between them on the counter top. Callie had kicked off her heels and pulled her blouse from where it had been tucked into the waste band of her skirt. She flexed her pretty feet back and forth while lounging there and noticed that Rebecca was eyeing her up. Callie pretended not to see it, but the pretty redheaded waitress had put a thought in her mind, so she crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs several time in the course of killing this fourth bottle. She wasn't sure if she was interested in a bisexual affair with her friend, but she was definitely interested in knowing whether it was a possibility. That might be able to be used later as part of the revenge on Kyle.

Rebecca's words were beginning to slur and Callie couldn't tell if she was doing it on purpose or if she was really intoxicated. Taking the bull by the horns, Callie said, "So, one or both of us is a lesbian, huh?" This set off a new round of laughter. Rebecca swallowed the last mouthful of wine in her glass and bravely said, "Only that one time in college…for about six months!" The two erupted in laughter again, but Callie wondered if the inebriated girl was serious or just quoting the standard, cliché line.

They moved to the couch with a fifth bottle and Callie began to pry the truth about the statement from her brunette friend.

When pressed, Rebecca admitted to "falling in love" with her roommate in Des Moines. The taller girl had a scholarship to play volleyball for the college and was a goddess even among those on her team. She tried to concentrate on her studies, but the much taller girl constantly distracted her. Vanessa would come back to their dorm room after practice, shuck off her school clothes, and head naked towards the shower. All the while, she would chatter about her boyfriend or some funny thing one of her teammates had done. The graceful movements and earthy smells of the athlete reminded Rebecca of a deer in human form and Vanessa's exuberant personality was intoxicating. Rebecca put off her feelings as puppy love or hero worship. She'd always wished she could have been taller, or more athletic or even outgoing like her amazon roommate. Instead, she'd always been the "cute" bookworm. 

When Vanessa's teammates visited the dorm room, Rebecca always felt like a fly on the wall, tolerated because it was easier than chasing her away. Vanessa never allowed Rebecca to fade into the wallpaper though. She always tried to engage the short brunette and make her feel like one of her equals. The other girls responded to this as well and always included Rebecca in their conversations. This endeared Rebecca to Vanessa and she found herself more attracted to the popular girl all the time.

When she acted on those feelings, it was with a hidden shame. She'd grown up in conservative Lisbon, Iowa and hadn't known a lesbian in her life let alone known enough to think she might have been bisexual. She attempted to keep her interest in the roommate a secret, masturbating when she was sure that Vanessa would not come home and catch her. Her fantasies grew more and more explicit and she spent several evenings setting herself off once Vanessa had left for the evening.

One night, Vanessa came home late after a night out with her boyfriend. She entered the dark room and began dropping clothes anywhere they fell, a habit that annoyed Rebecca, but one she didn't have the courage to challenge. Vanessa stood in the middle of the room, silhouetted by the light from a small nightlight in the bathroom. 

"'Smells like sex in here." Vanessa laughingly mumbled then went back to her preparations for bed. Rebecca was pretending to be asleep because she would have been horrified if Vanessa had walked in a few minutes earlier and caught her bringing herself off with two fingers in her slit. The cream was still drying on her thighs and fingers while she attempted to lie motionless but the object of her fantasy now stood nude in the middle of their room, pubic hair matted with the evidence of what she and her boyfriend had been doing earlier in the night. Light must have reflected off of Rebecca's open eyes since the tall girl started walking slowly towards Rebecca's bed. She shut her eyes to further the pretense of being asleep, but her heart pounded wildly in her chest, afraid that she was about to be found out.

"Rebecca…" whispered the statuesque blonde. "Rebecca, honey, ‘you awake? I wonder if you're faking…I thought I saw you close your eyes. Beck, please, if you're awake, talk to me."

Rebecca was unable to deny anything the taller girl asked. She picked up after her, helped with her homework, took messages from boys, and now, she opened her eyes. Vanessa looked down at her and said, "Sweetie, I could use some help."

"Sure Van, what do you want?"

"Honey, did I walk in on you?" she asked.

"Wh-wha-what? What do you mean?" Rebecca stammered, fearful that she'd done something to give it away.

"I think you were playing with yourself. It's ok to admit it; we all do it. I sometimes do it when you're not around."

"But how? I mean, how did you know?" asked Rebecca. Why was this happening to her? She had just wanted to get off and go to sleep. In the morning, she could resume worshipping her goddess roommate from afar.

"Baby, the only one who can't smell what's in this room is you. How long ‘you been at it?"

Vanessa's low whispering was embarrassing her. "If you must know, I was done about five minutes ago."

Vanessa just kept smiling down at the girl hidden under the comforter. "Well, I'd like your help if you have any energy left."

Rebecca's heart soared that Vanessa was offering her a chance to help with something, but she remained suspicious of what it might be.

Vanessa stood by the bedside. She appeared to be ten feet tall to her reclining friend. There was a little triangle made up of three freckles on the front of Vanessa's right thigh and Rebecca had never seen it up close before. She stared at it, which led Vanessa to believe that the shorter girl was looking at her pussy. She thrust her hips forward and said, "That's what I want help with, ‘Beck. Mark left a big load in me tonight and I'm all a mess down here. Would you be a doll…?"

Rebecca wasn't sure what she was being asked to do. She had an idea, but to act on it and be wrong would be horribly embarrassing. Vanessa moved closer, grabbed the covers, and pulled them off of the girl who froze in shock. Her white panties were around her ankles, her nightshirt's hem was above her boobs, and her right hand was still between her thighs. There was no denying it now.

Vanessa whispered, "Well, that solves the mystery of where the smell of pussy was coming from. Come on Rebecca, eat me out. I'm still so horny."

As if in a dream, Rebecca lifted her left hand to reach towards the offered feast. She hesitated a moment, sure that if this was going to happen that it would be with her full awareness of what she was doing. There would be no denying that she'd wanted it later. No one was going to say that she'd been forced or that she'd been groggy with sleep. She was going to do it. Vanessa took the hesitation to mean that Rebecca was still resisting the Sapphic tryst and reached out to place Rebecca's hand on her matted pubic hair.

From that night on, until they separated at graduation, Rebecca had served Vanessa. She'd come home after her dates with Mark to engage in her forbidden lust with her roommate and let the smaller girl lick the combined juices of their lovemaking from her hole. She'd come over and over with the smaller girl working between her thighs and always make appreciative sounds, but that's where it ended.

Rebecca felt like she'd grown to need this; to taste the earthiness of the athlete's discharge. Sometimes, Vanessa would neglect to shower after volleyball practice and Rebecca would experience a different flavor in her friend. She learned what made the girl tick and practiced her craft for the entire last half of their senior year. Vanessa, for her part, seemed to grow to need this coupling as well. Sometimes she would cancel dates with Mark to stay in and "study". What she was studying was the ways in which her black haired friend could bring her to orgasm. 

Vanessa never returned the favor. Sometimes, she would lie sated in the afterglow and watch Rebecca clean herself of the juices that had been freshly coaxed from her honeypot. Rebecca would look at her as if to say, "Can I have a turn?" Vanessa, reading the girl's mind, would say "Honey, I'm not a lesbian." The soft laugh that always followed this statement made Rebecca feel like an inferior. But she was enamored of her roommate and could not say no. As Vanessa would watch TV, Rebecca would quietly masturbate beneath her covers wishing for something other than her own hand to complete the act.

In the last week of the school year, Vanessa came back to the room with Patty, another volleyball player. Patty was slightly shorter than her teammate at 6 feet tall and her long red hair and piercing blue eyes made her attractive, but so pale was her skin, that the other girls called her "The Ghost". She started stripping off her garments and Rebecca looked in surprise at her roommate. "I brought her for you." Vanessa told her fearful friend. Patty smiled and stepped out of the last piece of clothing. She too was tall and statuesque. Large, firm tits sitting atop a muscled torso belied her love of playing volleyball. Powerful thighs atop long legs reminded Rebecca of a slightly shorter, Irish version of her lover.

Willing to do whatever Vanessa might ask, Rebecca found herself eating two pussies that night and wondering if she was indeed gay. The thick rust-colored bush of the other girl added variety to her usual view from between Vanessa's legs, and it took what seemed like hours to bring the quietly concentrating redhead off. But the surprise came when Patty turned the tables and returned the favor for Rebecca.

"Yeah, that's it!" cooed Vanessa. "That's what she's been needin'. Make her come, Ghost!" Rebecca had never felt another girl's fingers or tongue on her pussy and the months of pent up need burst out of her. Coming quickly, Rebecca held Vanessa's hand while she came. When she came down from her high, she expected that it was over. But Patty was far from done.

She pulled herself around, hoisting her strong hips over the brunette's head to place her firebox directly over the girl's mouth. She looked down the length of her own torso, her face covered in Rebecca's secretions, and smiled. "Just do what you've been doing to Vanessa all these months and we'll both get there eventually." Patty whispered as she leaned forward and bent her face back to Rebecca's gushing pussy.

Vanessa, never letting go of Rebecca's hand, leaned down to whisper in Rebecca's ear, "I told you I'm not a lesbian, but Patty is. I'm going to be right here, Love, watching the whole thing."

While Patty worked to lick the smaller girl into oblivion, Rebecca explored. Patty pushed and prodded, invading the brunette's vagina with a not unwelcome forcefulness. Rebecca played at the other end of the bed, knowing that the real object of her affection was watching her. She gentled the powerful girl's hips apart, she caressed lovingly the protruding outer folds of her sex, she blew warm breath on the thick tuft of wild red hair above it, and she wormed two fingers into the girl's hole. Patty was quiet. Her motions were giving the lie to her enjoyment of the act though. When she felt movement in her loins cease, Rebecca concluded that Patty was a girl who had to concentrate all of her energy on the cum and not allow anything to distract her from it.

Rebecca lifted her head slightly and looked up at Vanessa from between the other girl's thighs. "How lewd this must look," she thought, "with my face right below this strange pussy and its winking asshole pointed at ‘Nessa." The roommate, nodded at her as if to say, "'Like it?"

Patty felt the manipulations of her clit and the fingers entering her sopping gash and concentrated on nothing else. "It's coming, it's coming, don't stop, right there…" she thought as her movements ceased. Her pussy was visibly wet, and the dew fell from her lips in small droplets that landed on Rebecca's face. She tensed one, two, then three times and her orgasm came and went like a thief in the night.

Rebecca had always gotten much more of a physical reaction when she'd eaten Vanessa so this new type of orgasm confused her. She took the wetness of the pussy above her to be evidence of the excitement the girl was feeling, but was disappointed that her efforts were not producing more noise, convulsions, or fireworks. "'Not very dramatic for an orgasm."

For the first time in her life, she took the initiative and did something she wanted to do regardless of what anybody else thought. "I'll get a reaction from her." She mused.

When the tiny, wet index finger of the girl on the bottom slid up her crack, the redhead nearly panicked. Her lesbian couplings up to this point had apparently been limited to kissing, petting, and oral sex, and this was unexpected and unwanted. The finger was insistent and soon penetrated her clenching rosebud. She moved to get away but a second set of strong hands held her. Vanessa was not only holding her in place for the anal invasion, but was holding her cheeks apart to help. Rebecca's lips suctioned back to her clit, the finger pushed deeper, and Vanessa spit into the deep cleft where the smaller girl's finger disappeared. "That looks hot!" she exclaimed as the liquid was pushed into the girl's anus by the finger that was violating it. Patty held still and endured it, convinced that anal penetration was something only perverted men wanted to do to their girlfriends and whores. Rebecca couldn't have been happier. Vanessa and she were of one mind, working together to enjoy something mutually.



The sexual affairs of her fleeting college days had left Rebecca confused. Callie listened to the narrative as it grew more and more explicit but tried to show no outward sign that it was affecting her. Callie had stayed quiet while repeatedly refilling the wine glass of her talkative friend, but not adding any to her own. Rebecca was certainly drunk when the story ended and Callie wondered if she would have told that story while sober.

Callie saw her opening and said, "So if I understand you correctly, you're sleeping with my ex-husband and the only sex that has been remotely enjoyable in your life was with the slightly dominant, tall blond girl who got you into lesbian sex?"

The absurdity of the statement hit her, and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Yep, that's my life. Broke, needy, bisexual…sad. Ya want me to lick ya?" Laughter broke her out of the melancholy feeling. She'd clearly had too much to drink and Callie laughed with her.

"Come on Chatty Cathy, let's get you a room." Callie stood and offered Rebecca a steadying hand. Rebecca embraced her friend and Callie pushed her back, looked into her eyes, and said, "Maybe later, honey. Right now, it'd just be unfair."

Callie got the girl to sleep in one of the beds that her daughters used when and if they were allowed to stay over. In putting Rebecca to bed, she'd helped her out of her outer clothing and couldn't help but think that if she was bi, then her new friend would be a hell of an attractive partner.



Callie and Rebecca Ch. 04



Callie took a break from telling me her story about how she'd hooked up with Rebecca by leaning back, stretching her legs out from beneath her, and pointing her toes as she yawned. Whether she wore heels, flats, sandals, or just kept them bare, Callie had pretty feet. I admired the pink color of her nails and tried to think of a way to get my hands on that graceful instep, delicate arch, or narrow heel. With feet as pretty as hers in plain view, I was definitely developing a foot fetish.

At twenty five, I was just beginning to identify what my major turn-ons were but it was still a time in my life when giving voice to them and talking about them to others just wasn't done. I knew that I was bonkers for a great ass and long legs and nice tits were always a plus, but my favorite feature was eyes. But lately, I'd been thinking more about the manicured nails; finger and toe. I was constantly checking out footwear on women, hoping to find them in strappy sandals or open toed heels; anything that revealed as much of their feet as possible. The higher the heel, the better. A lady's leg would extend and show muscle definition so much better than when she wore athletic shoes or flip flops.

I determined that I was going to get my hands on this newly-realized sexy part of her. Since I was sitting on the end of her suede living room couch enjoying the erection that the story had caused, I offered to rub her feet for her. She quickly took me up on the offer and I found her feet in my lap where my board shorts barely covered my condition. As I started to gently rub her left foot, she stretched languidly again and closed her eyes. "I'll give you about three hours to stop that," she sighed.

"You keep telling me that story, and you may get a three hour foot massage." The skin of her feet was just as soft and smooth as the rest of her. As I rubbed the left one, her right foot lazily prodded at where my boner was straining for attention. Afraid that she was going to become distracted and lost in my attention to her feet, I hinted again that I would like to hear about how Rebecca had come to live with her. "So let me guess: Rebecca and you grew to become a little more than roommates...?"

"I'll get to that; let me tell it," she said. "Just keep up with the hands down there."

Her story resumed and I enjoyed the view of her long, bare body reclining on the couch and her sexy feet in my lap.

Rebecca had risen in the morning after her late night drunken confessions of her college experiments. Her head hurt and she had told Callie that she felt like she'd been licking a sheep's ass all night. So dry was her mouth, she said it wasn't until the second cup of coffee that her mouth had begun to feel wet again.

Callie played it cool, wondering if Rebecca would speak again about her servicing of Vanessa and Patty, let alone remember that she had told the story. But Callie figured if Rebecca was a good enough cunt-licker to inspire her "girlfriend" to bring friends over to get in on the action, then maybe she should give it a try. Even if only for one time, if she could get the girl to go down on her, she would score in more ways than one. But the most important way would be revealed when and if Kyle found out that he'd lost his new woman to his ex-wife.

Earning the trust of her new confidant was uppermost in Callie's mind so she took it slowly. The girls grew closer all the time. Callie couldn't place the exact moment that her interest went from using Rebecca to get revenge on Kyle to sincere interest in the pretty brunette. She went from feeling like the girl was a toy to be played with to having a genuine interest in her as a big sister has for a younger sibling. This in turn blossomed into a love for her friend to the point that the relationship really started to mean something to Callie. She knew that her interest in men was not over, but that she wanted to expand her love life options by adding Rebecca to her list of possible bed partners.

Since Kyle was away from the office most of the day she was for the most part left alone, and at night Rebecca left him to stay at home with his daughters by inventing reasons to leave. Grocery shopping, picking up new clothes, or running errands were all offered as reasons for Rebecca's weekly absences from the unhappy (to her) household. If Kyle suspected she was stepping out on him, he never mentioned it. For his part, he spent those evenings at home with his daughters, never guessing that his girlfriend was spending time with his ex. 

What the two conspirators were hatching was a clean break from Kyle. Rebecca had begun moving clothes a little bit at a time to Callie's spare bedroom closet. The oblivious idiot never noticed since he didn't pay that much attention to her anyway. On the day of her disappearing act, Rebecca left a resignation letter on her desk along with the key to the office. Kyle was having a late dinner with a sub-contractor which she was sure would turn into a late night of carousing in the strip clubs on Orange Blossom Trail. In any case, she didn't worry about him walking in while she was trying to walk out. She then headed to the shared apartment and grabbed the last of her things and left a second letter and key on the kitchen counter. "Separation from the business and dissolution of the relationship," she thought figuring that a clean break from that life was best. She pulled out of the apartment complex's parking lot for what she hoped was the last time.

It would have been satisfying to see his face when he realized what had happened, but the ending of her life under Kyle's thumb required that she simply disappear. Callie had put in a good word for her at the resort and she would start on Monday in the receivables section. Her car would be parked in the garage so Kyle would have to work extra hard to discover the deception on any of the rare occasions when he dropped off the girls for their weekly visitation. When Callie got home from work that day, Rebecca was mostly settled in, enough so in fact, that she had cooked dinner for the two of them.

Their friendship developed exponentially from there. Growing closer every day, they became inseparable. Rebecca opened up, clearly growing in her newfound freedom. She became more outgoing and confident and even had a couple of dates with nice men. Callie was happy to see the change in the pretty twenty five year old and when she mentioned it, Rebecca gave Callie the credit for the improvement. 

"'Couldn't have done it without you."

Callie countered, "Yeah, but the only thing missing is the shithead's reaction to your absence. Someday he's gonna find out where you are, ya know?"

"Who cares? At this point, it'll be worth it to see his face when he finds out that you stole me away from him." The wording of this statement made Callie think that maybe Rebecca had a goal in mind for their relationship, but it was still too early to tell what either woman had in mind.

They ate the rest of their dinner in silence until Callie got up to start a load of laundry. Rebecca started clearing the table in preparation to doing the dishes. When Rebecca had finished she went looking for her housemate and found her: Callie was leaning against the washing machine in the garage with her eyes closed. Rebecca was familiar with this procedure and watched for a minute. The sight sure was something. When she moved toward her to share in the sensation she thought that Callie was still unaware of her presence. Coming up quietly behind her, Rebecca realized that Callie was close, very close. She stood silently and excitedly waited for Callie's impending orgasm.

Without turning around, Callie said to the air, "Did you wanna 'do a load' too?" Rebecca was startled, but didn't move to leave. She felt confident with Callie, not nearly as lost and foolish as she'd sometimes felt in college. Able to make her own decisions now, she said, "Maybe; it looks good..."

"Let's drop the pretense," Callie continued. "I want to try the things you told me about that night when you first stayed over. You're here now. I'm not asking you to fall in love with me, or worship me, or whatever it was you had with Vanessa. But in between dates, well..."

By way of an answer, Rebecca moved closer to Callie and interrupted, "Yeah. I mean, 'yes'. Absolutely. I'd like that too."

Callie realized that now, the can of worms had been opened, the gloves were off, and the cat was out of the bag; whatever you wanted to call it, their intentions were clear. She smiled unsurely at her friend, the pretty roommate who was about to become more, and reached out a hand to her. Rebecca took the hand and smiled back, confidently. She wasn't afraid. Callie knew her secrets. They'd grown close. Later, they might explore just how close. But for now, it was enough to be still and anticipate what the future might bring. The two stood side by side, eyes closed, and shared the motion of the machine.

A pair of orgasms later, the two moved back into the cool air of the house. Flushed with the successful beginning to the evening, they walked silently with their thoughts. It was late and Callie offered to allow Rebecca to share her bed. Rebecca lit up like a child on her birthday. Callie prepared for bed, not sure what the night would bring. She brushed her teeth, brushed her blond locks, and stripped to panties and a t-shirt. When she re-entered the home's master bedroom, she found that Rebecca was already in the bed with the covers pulled up almost to her neck. Demurely, Callie slid into the sheets and smiled back at her bedmate.

Rebecca turned to look over the pretty face of her blond friend. She wondered just how far Callie would want to take things for her first foray into bisexual love.

"Slowly, slowly," Callie cautioned. This was new to her and while she was eager to explore the feelings that might blossom, she was also nervous because of the unfamiliarity. 

Rebecca reassured her, "Callie, let's not push anything. I'm happy being next to you." In the course of their whispered conversation, Rebecca explained that she didn't consider herself to be a rabid lesbian, wasn't about to start wearing Doc Martins and plaid flannel shirts, and certainly wasn't going to grow an odd haircut. "Not that there's anything wrong with it," she laughed, quoting the Seinfeld line. "I'm not going to go gay, and I don't think you are either. But I do enjoy you...being with you," she corrected.

This relaxed Callie and they talked into the night. She found out at one point that Rebecca was wearing only a pair of panties. Rebecca absently stroked a nipple while talking and Callie reached over and touched another woman's breast for the first time. Some exploratory petting led to hesitant kisses, but this was enough for their first time. Both girls seemed to have the attitude that there would be plenty of other opportunities and they didn't need to be in a hurry. 

Since Rebecca's shift at the hotel was a regular eight to five job, Callie woke up alone and feeling relaxed. As an assistant food and beverage manager, Callie's shifts were always changing and on this day she had the evening shift.

She stretched languidly and moved from the bed to her morning routine. It seemed so natural to walk around her house knowing that again the home was shared. There were arrangements to be worked out and decisions to be made, but since the two talked about anything and everything, she was sure that not only would they work it out, but that there were some wonderful nights in her future.

She waited until mid morning and called the resort. When she'd been transferred to the accounting department, she said, "Hey can you talk?"

"A little. What's up?"

"Just wanted to let you know something. I think this is going to be good for both of us."

The hesitant answer satisfied her. "Thank you. Thanks for everything," Rebecca whispered.

"See ya later..." and she was gone. Rebecca stared at the phone for a second and smiled before hanging up the dead line.

While I listened to Callie's story about how Rebecca had come to live with her, I had never stopped gently rubbing her feet. I would often change up my technique since I didn't want her to think I was on auto pilot but actually thinking about what I was doing. My goal was, as usual, to make sure that she knew that she was the only thing on my mind. Often, I would caress a hand up her leg almost to her knee. The smooth skin was silky, evidence of a life spent taking care of oneself. I could just reach her knees so my stroking would slide along a shapely lower leg, circle the knee, and glide back down the back of a sexy calf. 

The curves and indentions of her lower legs were by now well known to me, but I always returned to those feet. To look at them, you wouldn't know that she walked on them. Not a callous or scar could be found, no trace of hard use was visible. At eight years my senior, Callie was the oldest woman I'd ever been with, but women my own age didn't take care of their feet this well. I guess working at the pool bar had allowed me to see way too many unattractive feet being abused by a pair of ugly, non-supportive flip-flops. After walking in flip-flops around one of the many area theme parks or even through the pervasive Florida sand, a girl's feet would be dirty, and to me, just plain unattractive. After her eyes, one of the first things I looked at was usually her choice of footwear when I checked out a lady. I found that I could look at Callie's feet all day, since she usually wore nice heels with her business attire. Her choice in shoes was always spot on; conservative enough to be taken seriously yet sexy enough to remind you that she was a woman.

As I worked her feet with my hands, I attempted to move slightly to keep her heels from resting on my penis. I may have not been very subtle, because she stretched and pointed her toes, grabbing my boner between her feet. "Having some issue down there, are we?" she asked when her toes made contact with the hard flesh.

"No trouble at all ma'am. How any man could complain about these beauties and what they're doing to him is beyond me." 

By way of an answer, she pushed her toes further into my crotch, exploring with those little digits through my shorts for the details of my erection.

It was difficult to do, but I asked her to continue telling me the story about the living arrangement with Rebecca. She smiled, trying to think back to where she had left off. I reminded her that before I'd allowed my new interest in her feet to distract her, that she'd just finished talking about their first night as roommates. 

A few nights had passed very much like the first night; kissing and petting was all that occurred. For the weekend, coincidentally, they both had Saturday off from work. It was a rare weekend when Callie would not be needed in the busy resort's restaurants. Deciding to spend the Saturday together, they headed to one of the area theme parks. In the darkness on some of the rides, they would sneak a quick handhold or even a furtive kiss as they grew more comfortable with this new situation. Between parks, they arrived at a monorail station just as a train was finished loading. A considerate operator re-opened a car so they could board while the driver waited to pull away and they found themselves alone in the air conditioned car. Once out of the station and away from prying eyes, Callie turned to Rebecca and said, "Tonight's the night, I think. I want more."

Rebecca turned to Callie and said, "Me too." After looking into Callie's eyes for a second or two, she developed a mischievous smile, "Why wait?" The blond girl's answer was stifled by the kiss that Rebecca planted on her. Surprised but willingly participating, Callie felt the other woman's hands pulling frantically at her blouse. When her breasts were exposed, Rebecca wasted no time. She sucked one nipple, then the other. Callie sneaked a quick look out of the window at the passing scenery. Nobody would see their actions so she leaned back, closed her eyes, and savored the feeling.

The humming of the train coupled with Rebecca's tongue was hypnotic. As she wondered how long it was between stations, she got a welcome surprise. Rebecca slipped her hand surreptitiously up Callie's skirt and rubbed at the front of her cotton panties, touching her there for the first time. She melted. Moaning from the enjoyment of the dual sensations, she reflected on this bisexual act in a public place. That lasted less than a millisecond; the fingers at her panties were insistent.

As Callie felt her undergarment growing moist, she received a new surprise. Rebecca gently began tugging at the panties until Callie hesitantly lifted her legs enough to allow them to come off. Once they'd been pulled down her legs and over her sneakers, Rebecca lifted her lips from Callie's saliva coated nipples and began wadding up the cotton garment. She stuffed it down into her purse and said, "We won't be needing these for the rest of the day." The train was rounding a long curve above the theme park and approaching its station, so she helped the taller blond woman compose her clothing. At the last moment, she reached beneath her own short skirt and pulled her thong from its sweet shelter. It too went into the bag.

The girls stepped out into the crushing Florida humidity, but the dampness of their inner thighs was not caused by the weather. They walked around the park for a little while, sharing knowing glances and an occasional bashful smile. The anticipation was killing Callie; she was sure that she was going to go through with this foray into a new chapter of her life. There was no need to wait any longer. Dusk was coming on and Rebecca asked about seeing the fireworks. Callie replied, "They've already started honey. Let's go home."

"I thought so too, but I didn't want to be a cliché," Rebecca replied. A half hour later, when they stepped off of the parking tram into the relatively dark parking lot, they unabashedly held hands as they walked back to the car. At the car, Callie playfully pushed Rebecca against the fender and held her tightly. As they kissed, she felt her eagerness to get home strengthening. "Let's go, ok?"

Upon walking into the house, they dropped their purses, keys, and sunglasses. Shoes came off and bare feet padded across the soft texture of the deep pile carpet. The pleasant temperatures inside the home had them wondering why anybody would wander around amongst the crowds trudging across acres of steaming concrete all day. Cooling drops of perspiration left Callie feeling salty and sticky, so she inquired, "Wanna shower?"

"No!" Rebecca blurted, "I mean, why waste time?" To avoid further delays, Rebecca stepped to her friend and hugged her, "I am so looking forward to this..."

Callie's kiss was quick and direct. Showing the initiative in starting their first coupling was a big step, but she wanted to earn the same adoration that Rebecca had shown to her college roommate Vanessa. Callie's theory was that Rebecca felt a slight need to be dominated so that if she established that it was going to be her that started the evening's events, maybe they could have a relationship that was similar to the one Rebecca had shared with Vanessa. Rebecca, for her part, allowed herself to be kissed, invited the passionate stroking of her breasts that followed, and waited for the evening's play to progress to her bare pussy.

When Callie's assault on her senses was in full swing, she pulled away from Rebecca and gave her a small gesture that indicated that her presence was required in the bedroom. As she walked slowly, her last form of resistance to Callie's new upper hand in the relationship, she shed her garments. Swaying her hips slightly as she walked down the hallway, her blouse, bra, bracelets, and necklace found their way to the floor. This trail to her bedroom was added to by Callie's remaining garments as she silently followed the brunette. At the edge of the bed, Rebecca stopped and turned her head sideways as if to say, "I'm here; tell me what next."




Callie and Rebecca Ch. 04



Callie came up behind the younger woman and pulled her back to her. When Rebecca's bare back made contact, she realized that Callie had also shed her garments. But as she felt the warm breath on her neck, she also felt a hand reach around to cup each breast. This is what she needed, what she'd hoped for. Warm nipples bored into her back as her own were stroked to a pencil point hardness. As her breathing slowed, Callie nipped at her ear and whispered, "On the bed."

Rebecca complied. In a second she was on her back and Callie was staring down at her. "One last hurdle to overcome," the blond thought to herself. She made up her mind to do it and boarded the bed. Walking on her knees, she moved across the bed. Rebecca looked up and through her bangs at the approaching woman and realized that while she herself had her skirt on still, Callie had removed hers in the hallway. Callie's bare pussy came into view above her and a knee made a deep impression on the bed on either side of Rebecca's head. The sensations that hit her were instant; Rebecca could smell the humid, softly-pungent fragrance of her new lover's sex. When they came close enough, she tentatively licked at Callie's protruding lips. 

Those lips stretched out above her and she extended her tongue to taste the salty texture of them. Her hands held onto Callie's inner thighs as her mouth worked and she was glad immediately that she had nixed the idea of the shower. The earthy flavors that she tasted were the product earned by a lot of time spent walking in the heat and humidity. It instantly transported her back to the first time she had been in this position with Vanessa back in college. Vanessa's tastes were produced by two hours of volleyball practice and no shower; Callie's were induced by heat in the nineties and high humidity.

Blond straddled brunette and Callie's pussy began to flow from the gentle licking. She struggled to remain upright as the waves of pleasure hit her. Her breathing came in gasps and it became difficult to hold still. Callie felt her pussy being held open by the petite fingers of the other woman and then a tongue stabbed at her hole. She moaned aloud and squirmed, nearly cried at the pleasure that it was giving her. Rebecca worked a fine finger up and in, and Callie thought that she'd see stars.

As she neared the impending orgasm, she bent forward at the waste. This had the effect of swinging her clitoris down and directly above the skilled mouth of Rebecca. Rebecca's pretty mouth pulled at the little nub, distending it with her tongue, and suctioning it with her lips. Callie jerked spasmodically while holding herself up on all fours with her elbows. This also put her face directly above the front of Rebecca's skirt. Pulling it up, she spied the black tufts of Rebecca's cunt. She only stared at the dewy opening as her orgasm hit her hard. Rebecca had a finger on her G-spot, a tongue on her clit, and a pulsing suction around the upper part of her lips. One! Two! Three! Four! And then five hard jolts hit her; she went tight all through her body, time stood still, and she came breathlessly. 

After about twenty seconds, she went slack and collapsed on top of Rebecca. Her face ended up on Rebecca's right thigh, but her hips stayed supported above Rebecca's face. When her breathing returned to normal, she became conscious of where her face was. She realized as she opened her eyes that she was mere inches from Rebecca's pussy. There was a finely trimmed patch of black hair above, but from the beginning of her lips on down, she was shaved closely. Rebecca felt Callie's breath on her and responded by moving her left leg away, opening and exposing herself. Callie examined the girl's pussy, never having seen one so closely. In fact, the closest she'd ever examined her own was with a mirror and that was when she was shaving herself.

The structure intrigued her. Fine, soft skin with the darker colored lips in the center was neatly nestled between her creamy thighs. Her clit, stiff and obvious, was peaking from its sheath, a trait that Callie would come to know in the coming weeks. Another soon-to-be-familiar sign of Rebecca's peaking interest was the opening below. It had a slight gape, a nearly obscene request to be penetrated. It formed a hole just big enough to invite a finger, or a tongue-tip, to fill it and explore the treasure inside. Callie slid her left hand slowly toward her new lover's crotch, careful not to touch Rebecca's hip so as not to spoil the surprise of what she was about to do.

She slipped her index finger between her own lips and moistened it with saliva then moved to slip it between the other lips. At the first touch to Rebecca's inner sanctum, the slight flinch of the muscles there seemed to be pulling at her, drawing her inward. For now though, she played at the outer hole, swirling, teasing, and prodding the opening. It was soft, warm, inviting, and so she pushed with a firm pressure further into the other woman's pussy. Rebecca's stomach beneath her, caught and tensed, then relaxed again. Since this movement made Callie realize that nearly all of the weight of her upper body was on Rebecca's tummy, she moved slightly to hold herself on her right elbow. This put her head almost directly above where her own finger was pushing into the younger girl's crotch; she tentatively lowered her chin, taking in the sight and aroma of Rebecca's excitement. 

"She did it for me," thought Callie as her tongue darted out for her first taste of pussy, well of another girl's pussy. She'd certainly tasted her own enough times, either on her own masturbating fingers or on the dick of a lover. She liked her own taste well enough; couldn't get enough of it when sucking off a man. (Once in fact, when she'd taken me into her mouth, she'd asked me to stop for a moment and re-enter her quim. Upon wetting my cock in her slick vise, she moved off of me again and licked her own secretions from my prong, an act I found so visually inspiring that I soon produced my own secretions.) With her index finger pulling the liquids from Rebecca's cunt, Callie moved down to lap at them. Her efforts were rewarded by even more juices as she worked and Callie began to vary her pattern. Knowing that sucking at her own clit usually caused near-instant orgasms, she attempted not to pay too much constant attention to Rebecca's. But when she did, the reactions were both aural and physical: Rebecca would moan loudly and tense her stomach whenever Callie's tongue ventured to tease her clit.

Finally, Callie started to prod gently at Rebecca's G-spot. The brunette's reactions and vocalizations betrayed her increasing pleasure. She couldn't hide it; she was about to come. When Callie's mouth fastened around her upper pussy lips and her tongue batted the clit back and forth, there was no more holding back. She went off, quietly at first. The building orgasm stretched into several seconds as Callie's ministrations continued. Not letting her lapse into rest, the blonde's tongue kept it up and her finger worked harder. When Rebecca's legs came back together trapping Callie's hand in her cunt, she was left with barely being able to wiggle the finger inside and she lessened her pressure on the little nub. "Nice," thought Callie, "I can do that for her like she does for me. I may enjoy being a lez."

Callie rolled off of her friend, and lying in opposite directions, the two recovered from their bliss. Lying on their backs they held hands and smiled up into the darkness, each alone in her thoughts of what had happened and what might come.

My slow work on Callie's feet had continued, and with the climax of her story, I became conscious again of my erection. It would have been enough for me to be fondling those glorious feet, but her erotic story whispered in the near dark was causing an uncomfortable condition. I pulled the waste band of the shorts down as much as was possible and freed my cock. I began to rub it against the insole of one of her soft feet, giving up on hiding what I considered an odd interest in the pretty feet of a beautiful lady. She obliged me by spreading her toes and "grabbing" my shaft between the two perfect rows of digits. Her story had been too much, I couldn't hold it, it was coming, and there was no waiting. Callie remained in her reclined position and simply smiled at me as the only parts of her that moved were the muscles in her lower legs and those dainty feet in my lap. I looked at her and whispered, "Sorry, I can't wait..." and came. Ribbons of spunk shot out of my cock and landed on my chest, my lap, and on her feet. The sensation of my cock being handled (footled?) by her warm toes lengthened my orgasm and the last few molten spurts blossomed out of the tip and oozed across her toes. What a site!

After reaching for a box of tissues by the couch, I lovingly cleaned her feet of my discharge and began to clean up my own mess. When I was reasonably clean and dry, I had quite a pile of sticky tissues in my hand and was about to lift her feet from my lap and get up to dispose of the mess. We heard a key turning in the door from the garage as simultaneously the garage door began to noisily roll down. We hadn't even heard the Mustang pull in, so we initially were surprised, but relaxed when we realized who it was. Rebecca stepped into the room, just arrived home from a day at work, surveyed the scene, and said with a smile, "Well, what have you two been doing?"

To be continued...