11 comments/ 142640 views/ 20 favorites Experimental Lindsay By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle (second draft) AUTHOR'S NOTE: -This story is weird.. I don't know what it is nor would I try to classify it. It has incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism and lesbianism. It simply is what it is. Please pardon any typos and enjoy the ambiguity! --bluefox07 * * * Everything is relative. For example, some people build their lives around an event or particular sport. John Jones revolved his life around the NFL, from the pre-season practice to the final moments of the Super Bowl post-game analysis. He was a big man with a big love for the game. He might have told you he put on the seventy extra pounds on his six-foot frame from a gland disorder or from having a wife who served portions of dinner far too generous for a man trying to stay in shape. The reality of it was by the time he turned twenty five, John had already joined the ever-growing ranks of American males who fattened up whilst planted on the couch in their sweats and t-shirts, hands buried deep in the flimsy plastic bags that held their potato chips. On the opposite side of this coin was his wife Lindsay. Upon the discovery that her husband was more interested in watching touchdowns scored on television rather than making a score with her, she decided to pursue other interests. Sex was an every other night occasion in the schedule of their marriage, which had been fine when they tied the knot back in 2000. To her dismay his lust for creativity in the bedroom had gone the way of his regular exercise habits and she found herself on the short end of a depressingly routine stick. Lindsay knew she couldn't cheat on John. She knew that if she wanted to, she very well could have done so with the greatest of ease. She was a very beautiful woman in the context of suburban housewives. Her appeal was a subtly sexy one, her fourth generation Irish-Italian looks both exotic and fetching. She watched what she ate and ran every day. She had even bought herself one of those Ab Lounge machines off a television infomercial. John had claimed it was rip off, but when she began to see definition in her long flat sometimes-toneless stomach she was converted to a full-fledged believer. Her only complaint was that even now, after six months of using the thing she still couldn't figure out how to store it under the bed without taking the whole damn thing apart. The thought of cheating crossed her mind often, but she resisted the idea. As John had centered his life on the gridiron, Lindsay centered hers on her one real passion: writing. In the morning, while John worked at the office Lindsay committed four hours from six to ten to her craft. She had high hopes of someday publishing a novel, but she honed her skills online. She had been a Literotica writer for a year by the time the annual "Nude Day Story Contest" came up on the message boards at the site. She had never entered a contest before, instead choosing to focus on her small collection of stories. Her work was well received in most cases, though her one venture into lesbianism was thoroughly shot down from the moment it was posted on the site. She had submitted forty stories to the site and all of them, save for the lesbian opus "Jessica loves Rachel," had been rewarded with voting scores 4.5 and above. John savored a touchdown on the field while Lindsay relished in the success of a new erotic story. It was a release for her as much as it was a turn-on. Maybe that's why the failure of "Jessica loves Rachel" was so hard to accept. It was a cool morning on the day she decided to sit down and write her submission for the Nude Day Contest. Lindsay had just finished with her morning run and shower, sitting down at her desk dressed in a baggy white t-shirt and her spandex shorts. She had pulled her shoulder length dark hair away from her face in a ponytail as she adjusted in her seat and turned on the computer. She had been wracking her brain for days to come up with something fresh and new for her entry. Lindsay wanted it to be fun and sexy, and yet be something that was relatively new. As with many of her stories, she discovered that the execution of the idea was to be far more difficult than the conception. Lindsay stared at the computer screen for an hour, her blue eyes filled with a thoughtful desperation as she played with different ideas. She knew she wanted to step out from her normal ventures in the categories of Erotic Couplings and Horror. She leaned back in her comfortable computer chair, stretching her arms out above her head. After another fifteen minutes of dead ends, Lindsay logged onto the Literotica website and read her feedback reviews. For some reason, she opened the page that had the scathing reviews of "Jessica loves Rachel" and began browsing them again. She knew them all by heart and the act of looking at them again was borderline self-inflicted torture for her. Her chin resting in her palm, she scrolled down and read them one by one. "It was a nice try," she read out loud the last comment posted, an in depth review by a woman named "the_conquering_clit," and sighed, "The descriptions of your main characters were perfect, but the sex was flat and tepid. Maybe you should research your subject matter a little more? If you do, record it on tape and send it to me! Ha Ha... --TCC" Lindsay rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I'll get right on that..." Research the subject matter more? Lindsay knew that she was knowledgeable when it came to a lot of the aspects of sex, but lesbianism was an area she knew little about. She had seen movies and late night cable shows that portrayed the taboo subject, but even then she had felt somewhat removed from it. The magazines John kept hidden in the footlocker in the back of the bedroom closet were wholly dedicated to the idea of women loving women. What did Mrs. The Conquering Clit expect her to do? Go out and try lesbianism on for size? The phone rang, startling Lindsay out of her thoughts. She picked up the cordless phone and said, "Hello?" "Hey babe," John said, "How ya doing?" "I'm fine," Lindsay sighed. The truth was, she was anything but fine. "Listen, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me going to Jackie's for a beer after work?" Jackie's... the biggest sports bar in the city and also home of the most sexed up waitresses in the north county. Lindsay felt the urge to say no, to simply tell him if he wanted to flirt and get tipsy he could do it here with her. She wanted to say all that, but she didn't. Instead, after a long pause she replied, "Sure. That would be fine, John." "Really?" he sounded surprised. Lindsay nodded and looked back at the computer screen, "Sure." "Okay, that's great," John said enthusiastically, "I'll be home late so don't expect me home for dinner." "Okay," Lindsay said absently as an idea began to form in her mind, "No problem." "Love you babe," John said and hung up the phone. "You too," she said to no one. Lindsay hung the phone up and sat back in her chair as her brain toyed with ideas she couldn't believe she was thinking. John's preference to be at the sports bar had spurred her in a very specific way to think outside her comfort zone. She surprised herself by imagining herself with another woman in an intimate setting. It wasn't something she had really considered before outside the writing of "Jessica loves Rachel." Perhaps Mrs. The Conquering Clit was on to something with her suggestion. Lindsay couldn't help but blush as she considered her options. The first rule of writing and writing well is to write about what you know. The further a person got from their experience the more subjective and speculative the writing became. Something was lost in the translation between the idea and the words. She could see that now as she thought back on her previous stories in comparison to the shunned selection of "Jessica loves Rachel." "Write what you know," she said to herself. Her determination to put an entry into the Nude Day Story Contest fueled the desire to write her penultimate story and finally tackle the one subject she couldn't understand. She would write a story about a woman dabbling in lesbianism and further more, her tactics to seduce her first lover would involve a lot of nudity. It was a rough concept, and if she was too heavy handed about it she might give birth to another dud of a yarn. She decided it would be the whole truth of her adventure, whether it ended successfully or not. Lindsay stood up from the computer and took a deep breath. She thought of John and his buddies at the bar as they would be tonight, laughing and guffawing over the day's events and the game on the big screen television set. She could easily envision John flirting in his not-so-subtle manner with the busty little waitresses and eyeing them like a man who hasn't seen food or water in three days. She wasn't beyond feeling resentful over these scenarios, but she would not allow herself to become bitter. If John didn't like what he had at home, then that was fine. Lindsay walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. She let her dark hair fall down around her shoulders and then after a moment of contemplation, she pulled her shirt off. Her naked torso was tanned with naturally olive skin, her full breasts hanging down slightly more than she would have liked, but once past the age of thirty the laws of gravity weren't so kind to busty women. Lindsay was no exception, and though her 42DD breasts were anything but saggy, she had noticed a few light stretch marks on the slopes of her pear shaped breasts. She cupped her large tits in her hands and moved them around, massaging them and squeezing them. Her nipples were already hard, indicators that her decision to explore her sexuality outside her marriage was indeed a serious turn-on. The nubs were rock solid and extended out from the dark brown areolas like twin spikes. Lindsay rubbed them back and forth between her fingers gently, watching herself in the mirror. A small shiver tickled the back of her neck and then shot down her spine to the interior depths of her sex. Once her shorts were off, she appraised herself in the mirror, taking time to objectively critique her body. She was a few pounds overweight, of that she was certain. While she had muscle definition, she often felt her thighs were a little too thick and that her ass was more akin to two basketballs grafted to her backside. Still, she couldn't deny that many men would glance at her behind when she walked by. She could feel their eyes on her and she knew that even though she had little more curve than other women, she was still very much an eye catcher. This realization both embarrassed and flattered her, but she was thankful for it regardless. She figured there were worse ways to be. "How the hell am I going to do this?" she looked into her own light blue eyes, half hoping that her reflection would have an answer for her. Lindsay had always imagined her reflection to be the stronger, more aggressive woman in the equation of her personal mental makeup. The reflection was the side of her personality that motivated her and took risks. She was fearless and sexually confident when it came to men and now, for women as well. Where other women might see a funhouse mirror image of their bodies to the point of disgust, Lindsay was lucky to see the woman she wanted to be. Lindsay left the bathroom and walked back into the living room. The morning sun was now breaking through the blinds of the windows and casting broken light on the floor and walls. Lindsay felt excited, more so than she had felt in a long time. Her heart was beating as she planned her next move. When the inspiration struck her, she thought she might pass out. She didn't know very many women here in the city, but she did know one. "No," she shook her head and put her hand on her chin as she paced around the coffee table. But her desire to pursue this new venture had captivated her, and in doing so arousing her. She could feel the tingling of anticipation in her sex and she couldn't deny the frankly pornographic images flooding her mind. "This is wrong," she whispered as she picked up the phone and began entering the number. The phone rang once and she felt a little dizzy. She imagined John coming home to find her naked and unconscious on the floor from hitting her head on the coffee table. She also could very well imagine him turning right around and heading back out to enjoy himself just a little bit longer. And he would too. Another ring, and Lindsay feared she might not be home. She was about to hang up when a soft voice on the other end of the line said, "Hello?" "Hey you," Lindsay said casually, "What are you up to?" "Lindsay," Erica Gates replied groggily, "I was sleeping." "Sorry to wake you up," she said, "But I wondering if you'd like to work out with me today?" Erica yawned and after a moment said, "Uh, sure. That'd be great." "Excellent," Lindsay smiled. She couldn't believe how horny she was feeling. What's more, she couldn't believe she was feeling this way about her cousin. Erica Gates had grown up with Lindsay and they had been inseparable for much of their younger years. But when Erica declared her bi-sexuality to the family on her twenty-first birthday, their relationship had become more distant. It wasn't that Lindsay shunned her, but rather than Erica had felt it best to not burden the family. Most were shocked and dismayed by her ideas, and rather than turn the holidays into an episode of "Jerry Springer," she stayed away. Being as most of the clan hailed from a strict Methodist background, her new lifestyle was less than accepted. In the last few years though, Erica and Lindsay had renewed their relationship and were very close. "How are you and John doing?" Erica asked. "Not good," Lindsay said. That was indeed true, "He's not really here anymore except to eat, shit, shower or to watch the game." "The man needs to run his ass around the block a few times," Erica said and then added, "No offense." "None taken," she said, "When will you be over?" She could see Erica shrug in her mind, "I don't know... around eight?" "Perfect," Lindsay said. "You okay?" Erica asked. "Sure," she replied, "Why do you ask?" "Well, you just sound so much happier than usual," her cousin observed, "You getting laid on the side?" "Erica!" Lindsay laughed. "You are!" Erica said, now fully awake, "I knew it..." "You are so wrong..." "Is he cute?" she pressed, "Big cock, tiny brain?" "No, I'm not seeing a man," Lindsay laughed. Erica was silent for a moment, "You seeing a woman?" Lindsay let another small silence pass before she said, "No." "You liar," Erica whispered, "Oh my God..." "Just get over here." "I'm on my way," Erica laughed and the phone line went dead. Lindsay hung up the phone and then took a long, deep breath. She smiled to herself as she realized she was about to do something so completely outrageous that her life would change forever. Not only was she about to cheat on her lump of a husband, not only was she planning to seduce a woman but seduce a woman who happened to be her cousin. Taboo? She was beyond that quaint little term now as she went into her bedroom to changed for their workout session. Lindsay had never felt so horny in her life. *** Lindsay had bought a sturdy weight lifting bench a few years back. She had hoped both she and John could use it, but unfortunately her plans had remained in the realm of "a hope." She kept it in the bedroom closet, along with John's footlocker full of porn (which she chose to remain of ignorant of around him). It was a pain to pull the heavy bench, bar and weights out every other day, but she figured it was a good way to exercise. No pain no gain. The bench was now in the living room where the coffee table had been. It had taken little effort to move the small table into the bedroom and upend it on the bed. Lindsay adjusted her weights and set the bar down in the catches on the bench. She had changed into her black and red spandex workout outfit. It hugged her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and making her feel very confident. She knew the top was a little too small for her considerable bust line, but she also knew there her intention today was not to build bigger muscles but to seduce. The doorbell rang. Lindsay looked at the door and smiled, gathering her courage and imagining the confidant woman she had seen in the mirror this morning. She was that woman. She was confidant, she was in control and she was aggressive. Lindsay draped her blue towel over the weight bench and went to the door. She grasped the knob and began turning it, knowing that once she did there was no turning back. "Hey you," Erica smiled. She wore gray, baggy sweat pants and a black tank top. Erica was much thinner than Lindsay. She was built like an athlete, her body trim and muscular. Her breasts were nowhere near as large Lindsay's, but they made an impression against the tight fabric of her tank top. Erica tried to subtly look Lindsay over, her eyes grazing from her breasts to her bare midriff and then down her thighs. Lindsay ignored the blatant look and opened the door wide. "You look great," she smiled and hugged Erica to her. "So do you, girl," Erica laughed and patted her back. Lindsay was keenly aware that her breasts were pressing up hard against her cousin. Erica seemed not to care as she held the embrace for as long as she could. "Come in, please," Lindsay broke the hug and ushered her cousin inside. As Erica walked in, Lindsay looked down at her ass. The only common physical trait Lindsay shared with her cousin was the structure of their asses. Erica's fully rounded buttocks pulled and tugged hypnotically at her sweats as she walked. Lindsay imagined touching her cheeks and feeling the silky smooth skin with her palm. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought wildly and closed the door. "Nice weight bench, cuz," Erica smiled, kicked off her sandals and sat down on the couch. "You want to go first on it?" Lindsay asked. "Nah, you can," Erica waved her off, "Then I know how many reps I have to beat you by." "Big talk," Lindsay laughed and sat on the floor. She spread her legs wide and looked at Erica, who was doing everything she could not to stare. Lindsay slowly spread her legs as far as she could and then began lowering her torso down. Her thighs burned in a comfortable stretch as she lowered her face to the floor. As Erica watched, she could see the deep line of cleavage in her cousin's top grow more and more bold as she stretched. Erica could feel a familiar need in her body, but stifled the sexual urge. After all, Lindsay was married and straight. And even then, she was her cousin. As much as she tried though, she couldn't help but watch. "You going to stretch out?" Lindsay asked as she slowly came back up, her camel toe perfectly outlined under her spandex. "Yeah," Erica nodded and joined her on the open floor. As she began stretching her legs out, she looked to her cousin and asked, "So what's going on with you?" Lindsay looked up from her stretch and said, "I've decided that I'm not going to wear myself out trying to make John happy anymore. He cares more about whether or not the Packers will go to the Super Bowl than he does about me." "Moron," Erica observed, her eyes fixed on Lindsay's breasts as she worked up and down in her stretching exercise. She was fascinated by the way they jiggled and swayed. She added, "Most guys would kill for a woman like you." Lindsay smiled, "Thanks. But I don't think so." "Women too, Lindsay," Erica insisted. She brushed her reddish brown hair from in front of her green eyes and said, "You're a good looking woman. Take it from a girl who knows what she's talking about." Experimental Lindsay Lindsay laughed as she laid back and began stretching her back out. She made sure that her back was arched and that her breasts were sticking out. She could feel her nipples hardening through the spandex. She said, "Speaking of which, any men or women in your life?" "I had a nice man hanging around," Erica said as she glanced again at her cousin's breasts, "But I think he thought he could convert me back to being totally straight." "A hero, huh?" "Yeah," Erica sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that," Lindsay said. "So what about you?" Erica asked, "Come on. Are you seeing anyone?" Lindsay sat up and smiled, "Not right now." "Uh huh..." Lindsay got up off the floor and straddled the weight bench. Her movements were precise and purposeful as she lowered herself into a sitting position, her hands on her knees and again exposing her spandex clad crotch to her cousin. Lindsay tilted her head back and popped her neck slowly as Erica watched. When she looked back at her cousin, she could see not only two hard points in her tank top but also a very hungry look in her eyes. "I'm thinking about taking a lover," Lindsay admitted as she leaned back on the bench and grasped the weight bar, "Spot me, will ya?" Erica walked over to her cousin and held the bar with her, their hands touching and somehow conducting highly potent erotic electricity between them. Erica could feel her pussy becoming deliciously wet and slick as Lindsay held her stare. She wondered if she was just reading more than what was there or if her cousin was actually interested in her. Erica smiled and said, "Wow. What made you decide that?" Lindsay pushed up on the bar and the weights were free. The muscles in her arms rippled as she began counting her repetitions silently. She said, "I just woke up and realized the only sex I was ever going to have was going to be with a man who didn't even really see me. John is in love with illusions..." Erica looked and saw that Lindsay was bench-pressing 200 pounds. She looked down and saw beads of sweat forming on her cousin's forehead and the generous amount of cleavage her top just couldn't hide. Lindsay was grunting and groaning from the back of her throat as she worked her arms out. Her eyes were locked on Erica's as her small vocalizations acted like an aphrodisiac to her inner sex. Erica could feel the fires inside her igniting and becoming incestuously lustful of Lindsay. "Illusions?" Erica asked as she became aware of her nipples poking through the tank top. "He's into all these magazines and porn of lesbians," Lindsay said, "It's like having a woman he can sleep with anytime isn't good enough for him." "Wow," Erica shook her head and licked her lips appreciatively, "John was never really the brightest bulb in the box." "No," Lindsay agreed, "He certainly is not." Erica could feel the heat from the morning sun now. The living room was bright and sunny as Lindsay worked towards her thirtieth repetition. Erica could feel the sweat beading on her neck and dribbling down her spine in a cool trail. Lindsay was misted with a fine layer of moisture, her dark hair shiny and the few loose strands around her forehead pasted to her skin. "Is it hot in here?" Erica asked "Not really," Lindsay grunted and then finished her last set of repetitions. The weights clunked back into place as Lindsay sat up and wiped her face off. She looked at Erica and said, "I'm thinking about taking a woman as a lover." Erica's head snapped to attention, "No shit?" "No shit," Lindsay said and leaned back on her hands, her hips jutted out as Erica knelt beside her. "I just think women are more intimate," she said, "There's something so chic and elegant about another woman. I hadn't really thought about it much until recently, but the more I toy with it the more interested I become..." Lindsay hoped her hints weren't too subtle... and she hoped they weren't too bold. Erica said, "Well, women are better lovers. We tend to know all the right places to hit. Dildo's work just as well as a cock." Lindsay cocked a quizzical eyebrow, "Oh really?" "You have a strap on," Erica laughed, "You know what I mean." Lindsay nodded and smiled fondly. The ten inch-long flesh colored latex dildo she kept under her side of the bed was a gag gift from Erica on her last birthday. Initially, it had been a joke but more recently it had become a necessity. John's paltry five and a half inches didn't really do much for her when compared to that mammoth. She hadn't been concerned with his size when his passion was equal to hers. But when he stopped caring, the quality of what his mediocre pecker could do went down considerably. "I hope you don't mind me talking about all this with you," Lindsay said suddenly, "Being cousins and all." "Honey," Erica said with more than a little eagerness, "Cousins are really just close friends." Lindsay laughed and then rolled her head again from side to side, "You ready?" "For what?" Erica was imagining what Lindsay looked like naked as she was forced back to reality. "To life some weights?" "Yeah," she nodded, "It's just so hot in here..." "I guess it is," Lindsay agreed and then looked at her casually, "Take your shirt off." "What?" Erica laughed, both surprised and enticed. "Take your shirt off if you're hot," she repeated, "You ain't got nothing I haven't seen before." Erica licked her lips as that giddy feeling of pure horny glee raced through her stomach and electrified her cunt. She cleared her throat and smiled. If Lindsay was coming on to her, then the name of the game was going to be bold. Erica was always the aggressor when it came to sex, both with men and women. She shrugged and then hauled her tank top off, revealing her perky tits to her cousin. Lindsay was unprepared for the sudden move on Erica's part. She found herself staring at Erica's firm breasts and eyeing her small, pink nipples. Sweat was glistening off her firm and taunt body as she tossed the shirt aside. Erica laughed and waved her hand in front of Lindsay's face. "Hello?" "Sorry," Lindsay said, her cheeks turning a shade of rosy red. "Nothing you haven't seen before, right?" "Right," Lindsay smiled. She got up off the bench as Erica took her place. She watched her cousin lay down flat on her back and grasp the bar. "Could you take fifty pounds off?" Erica asked, "If you don't you'll probably be calling an ambulance before we're finished." Lindsay removed the extra weight and then grasped the bar as Erica began her set of repetitions. As she worked, she eyed Lindsay, "So, any one woman in mind?" Lindsay shrugged, "A few. One in particular." Erica felt her heart flutter as she thought, 'I'm getting horny over my cousin... what the fuck is wrong with me?' "How are you going to approach her?" she asked. "I'm not sure. How did you do it your first time?" Erica said, "Well, actually my first time with a woman was when my volleyball coach seduced me in the locker room after a game." "Oh." "It's like coming on to a man, really," Erica said, "You just have to be confident and be sincere." Erica bench-pressed her limit and after ten minutes of working she was done. Her arms felt like rubber as she sat up. Her back was hurting her a little as she stretched out. Lindsay sat down on the couch as she planned her next move. She couldn't believe that Erica had taken her shirt off and exposed herself like that. Watching the trim woman walk around in only her baggy sweats made Lindsay feel light headed. Erica was so casual about it, and Lindsay began to wonder if it was really her doing the seducing here. "I have an idea," Lindsay said. "Oh?" Erica sat down on the weight bench again, her breasts hanging free and looking delectable. Her chest heaved in and out as she recovered her breath. "I have a half gallon of Ben and Jerry's," Lindsay winked. "Weren't we supposed to be working out?" "Yeah, but we need something to work off, right?" Erica grinned. "I like your thinking. They went into the kitchen together. Erica considered putting her top back on, but then decided against it. She wanted to see where this led. Lindsay's hints about wanting a lover were simply too perfect to ignore. Their blood relation kept nagging at the back of her mind, and Erica thought that the odds were great that Lindsay was simply was being naively strange. But then, there was the way she had been staring at her naked breasts. "Ben and Jerry are the two most understanding men in the world," Lindsay said as she opened the refrigerator and pulled out the container of strawberry ice cream. Erica opened the drawer by the sink and pulled out two large spoons with long, thick blue plastic handles. She handed one to Lindsay and then looked greedily at the open box of untouched pink ice cream. Erica did the honors and broke the surface first, scooping out a generous mouthful. She held the spoonful up to Lindsay's full red lips and said, "Here's to breaking with tradition and thinking of yourself for a change. Welcome to the wonderful world of bi-sexuality and lesbianism." Lindsay didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth and Erica fed her the cool cream. She ran her tongue over the ice cream and sucked it into her mouth. Erica smiled and as Lindsay nodded and gave her thumbs up, "That's good." Erica took a bite of it and rolled her eyes, "Oh fuck me running..." Lindsay looked down at her naked breasts again and felt a rush of adrenaline. She was feeling bold and adventurous as they ate the dessert. Finally, as they stood there at the counter eating she said, "Maybe you can help me out with my technique?" Erica looked at her. "What did you have in mind?" Lindsay said, "Well, we're pretty close right?" "Yeah," Erica looked down at the ice cream as her pulse began to race. "Well, show me what you would do if you wanted to seduce me." "Sorry?" "Show me what you would do," Lindsay said. Seeing that the ante had just been upped in their silent, undeclared game Erica tilted her head, licked her spoon clean and said, "I would start by making a small accident." "A small accident?" "Watch," Erica said and scooped up some more of the ice cream in her spoon, "Let's say I wanted you to lean in to me, get closer... I would do this..." Lindsay waited expectantly. "I think I have something in my eye," Erica fluttered her left lid and made a pained expression, "Can you look for me?" "Sure," Lindsay leaned forward to look closer when Erica tilted her spoon and dropped the large glob of pink ice cream onto her tits. Lindsay's eyes bulged and she inhaled sharply as the frigid ice cream splattered her cleavage. Her mouth was open wide as she stood back, wringing her hands. She said, "Oh fuck that's cold..." "Yes," Erica said, "But it allows you to clean your seductee off with either a napkin or something else of your choice..." Lindsay cocked a dry half grin, "That's so cheesy." "But it works." "Show me more," Lindsay said. The strawberry ice cream had started to melt and ooze a sticky sweet trail down her tanned skin and into the deep crevasse of her breasts. Erica looked at her and then reached up to the front of her spandex top and scooped the excess spilled ice cream from the swell of her large right breast. Lindsay felt a shudder of pure enjoyment course through her as she watched her cousin lick her finger clean. Erica's eyes were smoldering. "See how simple that was?" Erica asked, her tone serious and suggestive. Lindsay looked down the front of her spandex and saw a thin snail trail of melted cream making its way slowly across her left breast. She looked at Erica, her head still lowered and a look of pure want burning behind her irises. As Erica's eyes met Lindsay's she searched for any hint of disapproval or hesitation. She had fantasized about her cousin for a long time, but always believed their being together was an impossibility. But now, she wasn't so sure anymore. "Show me more, Erica," Lindsay whispered. Erica dipped her spoon back into the box of ice cream, which by now had begun to soften and melt in the heat. She held the spoon of ice cream up and then leaned over to her cousin, tilting spoon so that the partially melted dessert began to dribble down on her exposed cleavage. It spattered and splashed as the more liquid elements fell. And then the bulk of the frozen cream slid off the metal spoon and plopped onto Lindsay's left breast. It soaked into the fabric of her spandex as it slid down over the edge of the top and down into her cleavage. Lindsay shivered as her nipples hardened into stony nubs. "You need to take your time," Erica said a she watched the ice cream melt on her cousins hot flesh, "Enjoy the person you're with. Let them know you think they're worth being thorough for..." "Show me," Lindsay told her, any thinly veiled preconception about what she wanted now dropped and forgotten. Erica hooked her fingers into the straps of Lindsay's spandex top and pulled them down slowly to her biceps. She then pulled down the top enough to free her cousin's huge breasts from their confines. Thin streams of the ice cream had criss-crossed the inner swells of her fleshy breasts, one large gob of the dessert slowly working it's way down the canyon of her cleavage. Erica leaned forward and cupped Lindsay's breasts gently as she began licking the ice cream off. She sucked the gob of strawberry ice cream into her mouth and swallowed it. "Like this," Erica breathed and looked up at her briefly. The sight of her breasts being exposed from her top to Erica like this caused her cunt to suddenly become as hot and wet as an equatorial jungle. She tired to breathe normally, but instead found a needful quivering rush of air escaping her lips. Lindsay shivered from the cool ice cream on her body and the touch of her cousin as she said, "Lick them, Erica." "Are you sure?" "Please." Erica's head dipped again and Lindsay could feel the tip of her tongue tracing a wicked circle around her right nipple, dancing and flicking along. She was surprised to hear herself moaning a little as she grasped the countertop for support. Erica gently kneaded her left breast with one slender hand as she tongued the right nipple. Lindsay placed her hands on Erica's scalp, her long fingers running through her hair as Erica nibbled and licked the milky skin of her tits. And then she felt Erica's hand leave her breast and roam down to her thighs, partially hidden by her black spandex shorts to the halfway point. Her cousin was soft and gentle as she slid her hand up the soft flesh above the knee and then higher over the tight fabric of her shorts. To show her that she was serious about this interaction, Lindsay hooked her fingers in the waistband of her shorts and slid them off. Erica moaned a little and then grew bolder. Lindsay gasped as Erica touched her moist pussy with fingers that were trembling. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation of new fingers against her neatly trimmed mound and the warmth of a mouth on her breasts. The feeling was different from what John had accustomed her to over the years. Erica's touch was soft and gentle. Lindsay moaned lustily as her legs parted slightly. She sucked in a deep breath as Erica's fingers began to penetrate her sex and explore her interior. "So beautiful," Erica murmured against her hypersensitive nipple. She delicately parted Lindsay's lips and began working her fingers in and out slowly. She could hear her cousin's breathing beginning to change, beginning to speed up to steady run. Lindsay thought of her story, the story about the lesbians and understood now why it had been shot down so severely. She hadn't known any of the nuances, the wonderfully eccentric details of another woman's tender touch in the most sensitive of areas. Erica worked her fingertip around the slick hood of her clitoris, coaxing it out from its hiding place. "Oh my God," Lindsay breathed as Erica played with her, "It's like you know me better than I know myself... I never imagined..." Erica smiled and then took the spoon on the table and dipped the long, cylindrical handle into the ice cream. She continued rubbing Lindsay's clit and teasing her large nipple until finally the handle was cold and evenly coated with sweet strawberry ice cream. She said, "You need to be creative with your lover..." "Oh God, Erica," she breathed as she pulled her spandex top off and joined Erica in being topless. As she stood there with her cousin and watched Erica pull down her gray sweats to reveal a naked body so perfect Lindsay wondered what she had ever seen in men, she knew she was crossing a line that she could easily go back over again. As if to seal her decision and give herself up to the power of her lust, she scooped up a handful of the ice cream and smeared it over her breasts and her torso. "That looks so good," Erica said. Lindsay smiled and grabbed another handful of the dessert. The melting ice cream dribbled on the floor and splashed their toes as she worked the cool cream into Erica chest. She shivered and laughed as Lindsay rubbed the ice cream all over her body. She started at her breasts, cupping them and teasing her hard nipples at first and then slid her way down to her tight stomach before rubbing the melting dessert over her bare mound. "You won't regret this?" Erica asked, her final offer of letting Lindsay walk away from what she had started Lindsay smiled as she smeared the ice cream over Erica's nipples, "I want this more than anything..." Lindsay leaned in and began licking at Erica's perky breasts. She discovered the unforgettable taste of a woman's flesh and ice cream together. It was all so taboo as she forsook her sexual orientation and her concept of family ties and began pleasing her cousin. She lovingly sucked her nipple into her mouth and nibbled on it as Erica caressed the back of her slender neck. Erica smiled wickedly and shivered again as her cousin loved on her. She pulled Lindsay up to her and kissed her fully on the lips. Their tongues intertwined as their naked flesh, covered with a thin layer of melted ice cream slid together wetly. Lindsay felt her body beginning to heat up with primal sexual need as her cold nipples poked and rubbed against Erica's hot skin. Their kissing was passionate and needful as Erica began sucking on her tongue as Lindsay had once sucked on John's cock. Erica slipped her sticky hands down to Lindsay's round ass and squeezed her cheeks as they kissed. Her breathing was fast as she spread her cousin's cheeks and sucked on her tongue. Lindsay raised her thigh up and pressed her pussy against Erica's leg, rubbing back and forth as cold ice cream began to reach her crotch. Erica dove her fingers into Lindsay's hair and released her from the ponytail. Her hair fell loosely down around her bare shoulder, ice cream caught in the fibers. Lindsay's hands traveled over Erica's body and then migrated down to the place between her legs. She smiled as they kissed, slowing down and sensually drawing out their oral stimulations. Lindsay rubbed her fingers back and forth over Erica's swollen mound before letting her fingers slide in. She had only slipped her fingers into her own cunt prior to this, so to feel and smell the aroma of another woman was exciting and intoxicating for her. "I've never done anything like this before," she whispered against Erica's lips as she pushed her cousin against the counter. Erica spread her legs open and then reached for the cold spoon still lodged in the ice cream. She handed the spoon to Lindsay by the scoop and smiled. "Use this on me," she said. Lindsay felt a hot blush rush to her cheeks as she gently inserted the thick, plastic handle of the spoon into Erica's pussy. Erica looked at her, her mouth slightly open and gasped a little as the handle penetrated her. She gritted her teeth and smoldered as Lindsay fucked her with the spoon handle. Lindsay looked down and saw the spoon sliding in and out of her sopping cunt as the melted ice cream continued to run down their naked bodies Experimental Lindsay "Fuck yes," Erica growled at her and then grasped the spoon. She pulled it out and tossed it to the floor. She held Lindsay's hand and said, "Finger fuck me." "Okay," Lindsay breathed. Erica grasped her shoulder with one hand as Lindsay put her fingers into her cunt. Three fingers filled up the space of her sex and Erica cried out as she began fucking her. She could feel the texture of her cousin's fingers rubbing over her erected clit as she breathed in and out, whimpers of pleasure escaping her throat. Eric then reached down and began fingering Lindsay. She gasped and thrust her hips forward to meet her touch. Lindsay held her cousin's gaze as they finger fucked each other in her kitchen, covered in ice cream and sweating as the apartment heated up from the sunlight streaming through the open window. Erica's mouth was wide open in a breathless display of her pleasure as Lindsay fought to keep from screaming. Erica was working her fingers in and out just right, her movements exact and precise to the stimulation of her orgasm. She could feel the heat beginning to bloom inside her as she began finger fucking her harder. Erica's nails were digging into Lindsay's shoulder and she bit her lip. Lindsay grasped Erica by the back of her neck and held her there, their eyes locked and unmoving as they worked towards their mutual orgasm. *** Across the street, Dave Milton and Rich Harper were laid back and watching television in their pajamas. On the screen they enjoyed a rerun of "The People's Court" and in their hands they both held a cold beer. They had partying all night before, and yet found themselves without hangovers. Dave looked over at his longhaired hippy roommate and said, "Dude, this sucks." Rich nodded, his blonde locks hanging loosely in front of his narrow face. "I'm telling you, the day this show lost Wapner was the day this show died," Dave said absently. Rich nodded again. "You think that maybe-" Rich waited for Dave to finish his sentence and then saw his friend get up and walk to the window. Dave shuffled across their stained carpet, his blue bathrobe open and exposing his t-shirt and boxers. He paused in front of the window, his mouth open wide and his eyes bulging. Dave ran a hand through his disheveled black hair and said, "Dude, check this out..." "What?" Rich grumbled. He didn't want to move. He had played hooky from his girlfriend today, and he figured he could play hooky from Dave too. "There's two chicks across the street having sex in front of the window," Dave said wondrously. "Fuck you man," Rich rolled his eyes, "That's not funny." "I shit you not," Dave shook his head, "Third floor across the street, third apartment over... looks like they're... fingering each other." Rich scratched his three-day-old stubbled chin and rubbed his eyes, "Did you hit the beer bong last night?" "Dude, I swear... oh my God, they're rubbing something on each other... ice cream..." Rich looked at saw a large bulge in Dave's boxers. He frowned and stood up, joining his friend at the window. He looked out across the busy city street and saw two women just as Dave had said. They were indeed fingering each other and they were indeed covered with ice cream. The two women were going at it like crazy as they stepped from the kitchen and began to make their way into the living room. Rich felt his cock swell and come to attention as he watched. "Awesome," Rich drooled. "Dude..." *** Erica began running her tongue between Lindsay's thighs, taking in her body's nectar and scent like a honeybee to a virginal flower. They had managed to make it into the living room before collapsing on the couch, and Erica could no longer hold back her desires. With her thumbs, she cautiously pulled open the folds of Lindsay's passion licking inside and then sucking outside her cousin's clit. Her tongue lapped out and began savagely attacking the sensitive nub as Lindsay cried out, her body glistening in the sunlight. Lindsay's delicate patch of neatly trimmed hair tickled against Erica's nose. "Oh yes," Lindsay moaned, now unabashedly enjoying Erica's tongue. As she sucked, Lindsay rested her thighs on Erica's shoulders and quivered. She had never known what it was like to be eaten out by someone with experience. John had always believed it consisted of nothing more than diving his tongue in and out of her cunt before finally she grew tired of it and faked her orgasm. But now, she could barely think as Erica ravaged her. Erica kissed Lindsay's clit as she inserted one finger, and then two more, into her sumptuous inner-depths. They both heard the squirting sounds of her fluids being forced out as the fingers filled up her pussy. Lindsay cried out and moaned as she dropped one leg down to Erica's side. Erica began finger fucking her again, slowly at first and then picking up speed as seconds of pleasure stretched out into minutes and then finally a half hour. Erica began nibbling and licking her clit as Lindsay worked towards her orgasm. Erica let drip from her lips a wad of saliva that coated the button and slicked it up. "I've wanted this for so long," Erica whispered before returning to her maddeningly wonderful clit-sucking. John had never spoken to Lindsay before about pleasure. Sex had become a tepid thing for her during the course of her unsatisfying marriage. As Erica said things she had wished John would say, as she spoke the forbidden words describing her vagina as a pussy and saying all manner of erotic encouragements, Lindsay began to realize she wasn't in love with her husband anymore. To hear it all from the mouth of her cousin and to feel the emotions behind it made her body amplify the sensations exploding from her crotch. Lindsay's moaning quickly escalated into squealing as her inner sex began to spasm. She gritted her teeth and tried to control her breathing as her orgasm began to build up like a giant tidal wave from some unseen earthquake. She spread her legs wide and ran her hand though Erica's dark auburn hair, pulling and massaging. The sun was hot and beautiful on her naked skin, heating her breasts and making her sweat and she writhed against the couch. She could feel the tsunami of her orgasm beginning to crest and sweep towards her, destroying her inhibitions as though they were nothing more than bamboo boats. It swept her away with a mighty cry of pure ecstasy as she reached her climax and bore down hard. "Oh my God, oh my God! Oh... fuck!" She squealed as she desperately tried to avoid the impending hyperventilation. Erica paid no heed to the passing of the orgasm, and while her clit was thrumming with almost unbearable energy she increased her stimulation. Lindsay was nearly crying as Erica pleasured her. "You taste so good, Lindsay," Erica cooed. Lindsay threw her head back and cried out her acquiescence as Erica continued to finger fuck her. She lowered her lips back down and resumed her teasing and suckling and nibbling. "Oh Erica fuck," Lindsay groaned as she ran her hands through her hair and then began pinching and pulling on her nipples. She was floating in and out of reality, only dimly aware that she not only had just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life but also soaked her couch in the process. She wondered how she would get the stains out and then was suddenly caught up in another slow burn to her second climax. The sudden swelling of immense pleasure in her sex rapidly drowned her concerns and worries out as Erica's relentless push for another climax carried her away. Erica gyrated her fingers around against Lindsay's g-spot, causing her to almost black out. In all her years of being with John, he had never once found his way to her g-spot. Erica had managed it in less than an hour. And she was sure that if Erica had wanted to, she would have found it sooner. Lindsay could only see bright colors exploding behind her eyelids as she rode the wave of pleasure again. Her breathing was erratic and she didn't know how much more she could take of this. Her legs were trembling and shaking badly now as she moaned and groaned against Erica's machinations. And then, she felt it crest and crash through her body again. "Oh fuck me!" she screamed, her mouth an open "O" of pure unadulterated erotic shock, "Oh fuck yes!" Erica reached up and gently massaged her breasts as Lindsay's body rolled and undulated with the ripples of sexual excitement seizing her being. Her breath was hitched and stunted as she came down from the plateau of her climax, falling slowly and smoothly back into her rational frame of mind. Her lips were numb from her rabid respirations. Her fingers and toes were tingling with the most delightful case of pins and needles she had ever known. With lazy eyes she looked out the large window of her living room and squinted into the morning sun. "Erica," she whispered. "Yes," came her muffled reply as she lapped up Lindsay's juices. "We have an audience." *** There was an unspoken agreement between Dave and Rich. As they both stood in front of the window and watched the chicks across the street go muff diving, Rich had quietly slipped his hand into his sweats and was jerking his wood off. Dave knew he was doing it as Rich grunted quietly, the binoculars held tightly to his eyes. Dave was hunched behind his telescope, his eyes wide and his cock so hard he thought it might rip through his pants. "Look at the ass on her," Dave whispered. "Look at the tits on the other one," Rich mumbled as he neared his climax not more than a minute after beginning. Dave frowned, "I think the one with the jugs sees us." "No she doesn't." "Dude, she's looking right at me..." "Shut up," Rich shivered. Dave looked at his roommate doubtfully and then returned to the telescope, "Man, she's looking right at me. You might want to stop." Rich said nothing as he leaned against the window frame and continued his small jerking motions. "The one with the fine ass just went into the bedroom..." "Fuck," he growled as the orgasm began to swell in his balls. "She's back... she's carrying something with her..." Rich was close now as his breathing picked up. "Dude," Dave squinted his eyes. He hated the sound of Rich blowing his wad. He had never wanted to hear it, but since masturbation was a common occurrence around their hacienda he had learned to deal with it. Dave looked back into the telescope, disgusted and feeling like he needed a shower when he noticed the two women on the floor now. The one with big tits was still looking at him, but the thinner one with the hot ass was wearing something on her hips. "Fuck yes!" Rich came in his hand, "A strap on!" "Dude," Dave laughed, "They just saw you come..." *** "I think that guy just came," Lindsay said as she squinted into the sunlight. "What will they do when they see this?" She felt Erica's body on her own, and when her lips pressed against hers, Lindsay kissed back hungrily. She could taste a musky flavor that she realized was the flavor of her own nectar. Erica's pert breasts rested and rubbed on top of Lindsay's full ones, and she could feel the hard nubs of her cousin's nipples pressing into her flesh. As their passionate kiss continued and their tongues wetly slid together, Lindsay felt Erica's hand slide between their sweaty bodies. Her knees came up and raised her hips off Lindsay's. Erica propped herself up on one hand and reached down. Lindsay felt the head of the rubber dildo slide against her still hypersensitive mound and push against her slit. She smiled as Erica began pushing the thick, fat ten-inch long dildo into her pussy, slowly and making her moan inch by inch. The flesh colored faux cock hung from the belt and harness around Erica's trim waist. It was so strange to see another woman sliding a penis into her, even if it was a fake. And yet, she was excited and aroused at the prospect. "Oh!" Lindsay whimpered as her inner muscles clenched and relaxed, gently squeezing the latex cock. Every time she fucked herself with it, she wondered how her pussy could handle the stretching. But she figured if babies were meant to pass through there, then she could certainly take on a big cock. She shivered as she threw her head back and closed her eyes. "How does that feel?" Erica whispered, before nuzzling Lindsay's neck. "SO fucking good... oh GAWD..." Lindsay hissed as Erica moved her hips slightly and the dildo slipped deeper into her hot folds. "You're going to love this," Erica smiled. She raised her hips and lowered them again, slowly mimicking the motions of testosterone-based humping. Lindsay's head came up sharply as she grasped onto Erica's arms. Holding them tightly, she watched the juncture of their thighs, as Erica raised her hips again. She was fascinated by the view of the powerful dildo sliding in and out of her cunt. Through the canyon of her tits she watched Erica work her magic on her. Erica let her hips fall and Lindsay watched, mesmerized, as it disappeared into her. "Ohhhhh!" Lindsay cried out as her fingernails dug into the carpet. Erica began to fuck her with long, deep strokes. The rolling motion of her hips allowed the cock to stimulate Lindsay from multiple angles, which drove her nuts as she tried to keep up. Her eyes were tightly shut as little exclamations of pleasure escaped her lips every time Erica thrusted down. Lindsay whimpered as another orgasm built up pressure inside her, lauding her with pleasure she had never known. Pleasure so powerful it hid her life and her husband from her completely. She was simply a sexual creature now, at the mercy of her lover and crying out as she humped her hips upward to meet each thrust. Each stroke produced sparks of pleasure, each withdrawal a desperate need to be filled again. The intense sensations were outside anything in her experience. Even in the throes of passion with John (which seemed like an eternity ago, especially now), there was a part of her he couldn't quiet touch. She had always felt as though she were trapped behind a thick brick wall, always isolated and always separate. But now, that was changed. The mighty emotional barriers could not stand up to this new and exciting experience. Lindsay found that her palate was more suited to this than to anything else she had ever considered. She lost herself in the madness of her newfound lesbianism. She knew she could never go back. *** Dave watched as they fucked. His mouth felt dry as though it were filled with cotton. The one with the hot ass was fucking her friend with a strap on. He wiped his brow and found he was sweating profusely. All his life, he had watched this shit happen in porno's and been forced to imagine the supposedly legitimate exploits of the men in Penthouse Forum. Now, he was actually seeing it up close. Well, through the lens of a telescope, but close nonetheless. When they finally finished and then disappeared from view, Dave was left with a rock hard cock and nowhere to go with it. Rich had retired to the bathroom for another round shortly after he blew his first wad. Dave had only sat and watched the show, dumbfounded and thankful he had eyes to see with. "Wow," he whispered to himself as the traffic in the busy street below honked and revved. After a few minutes, he yanked his boxers down and began masturbating. *** Later that night, as she sat in front of her computer and as her fingers danced in a fury over the keyboard, trying to keep up with her mind as she recalled the events of the day, Lindsay Jones felt peace. The emptiness of a husband who wasn't there was gone. The concern over trying to impress him or even to make him notice her was far less important now. She finally knew who she was. She found that amusing considering she had always thought she knew anyway prior to today. The words poured from her mind, the memories of Erica still fresh and vivid. She could feel herself getting aroused by the recollection of the sensual encounter. She thought of the two boys who had watched them from across the street. She hoped the longhaired one had gotten off a good one. And why not? Lindsay had certainly had her share of orgasms today. 'Share the wealth,' she thought. Besides, having the two guys watch them was another turn on for her. She found the idea of people watching her have sex was as taboo and exciting as fucking her own cousin had been. She had explored unimagined territory today and opened up a whole new world of possibilities simply by trying to write a better story. She looked at the computer screen and read back her words. She knew it wasn't anywhere near the caliber of her favorite authors, and she was certain there would be many other submissions far better than this. But it didn't matter. What was on the page was the truth, and that was what mattered. It wasn't about winning anymore. Lindsay smiled and placed her fingers on the keyboard once more. Write what you know? How do you know if you never try? She began to write.