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Football Widow

By: Colleen Thomas



Sue Prescott was to all appearances an ordinary suburban housewife. She was five foot ten and blonde with large full breasts and wide hips. Her legs were long and toned and her waist was trim. Sue worked out four times a week at the local gym and ran every morning to keep her body in shape. She lived in a big duplex with a nice green yard in the center of a very middle class neighborhood. Sue had two kids, drove a mini-van, worked from home as an internal auditor for one of the big companies in the city and was married to a man named Bernie. He drove a pickup truck and worked as foreman on a road construction crew. Her life was fairly idyllic and she and Bernie got along well even after ten years of marriage. Most of the time she was happy with her lot in life, except for the bad times. Sue supposed all marriages had their problems and went through rough times. Unlike so many people she had a name for her bad times.

Football season. From the first kick off of the college season to the last snap of the Super Bowl; Sue was a football widow. Her husband had come by his affliction honestly she supposed. He had been a star halfback in high school and Sue had been a cheerleader; that was how they had met. They had dated all through high school, but after graduation Bernie had been offered a scholarship to play at a university several states away. Sue was going to a local college with an excellent program in accounting and so they had decided to break up after the summer, but remained friends.

Bernie had played for his first year and done very well. The papers were all full of the local boy makes good variety of stories. On his occasional visits home Sue learned that he was having a tough time with classes and had barely kept his eligibility. Fearing that he would flunk out he told her on one of his rare visits home that he planned on going pro after the season, rather than trying to make it through another year of classes. Bernie's dreams of glory ended on a warm night during the fourth quarter. A blitzing linebacker tripped coming through the line and plowed headlong into Bernie's knee. It took three operations and a year of rehab before he could walk without a limp. To this day he suffered great pain on cold mornings and often complained of stiffness.

Bernie returned to their small town after rehab for his knee and got a job with his father's construction company. He went to the Vo-tech school over in Rockland County in the evenings. Sue ran into him at the local hardware store and they started talking again. One evening he showed up on Sue's parent's doorstep with a dozen roses and an engagement ring. Sue accepted his proposal and they were married in the small Catholic Church in town. They moved to the burbs when she graduated and to all appearances it had been the perfect ending. High school sweethearts fall back in love after some adversity. The local paper even ran the touching story on page two.

Only Sue knew the whole of the story. Her first year in school, she had fallen in love with her English Professor. Professor Dominique Williams had been a Haitian ‚migr‚ who was a naturalized citizen. She had been tall and beautiful with a charming accent and outgoing personality. She had captured Sue's heart and introduced her to the joys of lesbian sex. Sue had been totally enchanted with her, from the sultry accent to her off the wall political views. Sue had fought a never-ending battle with her conscious and up bringing and had never really resolved the issue when Dominique died tragically on a visit to see relatives in Haiti. When she found out Sue had suffered a "nervous breakdown" according to the local doctor. Their affair had been clandestine and discreet so no one had any reason to suspect a broken heart caused her depression and listlessness.

The next year she had developed an interest in another student, but Sasha was "out" and she would have nothing to do with anyone who wasn't. Thus it was that Bernie showed up on her doorstep while she was facing the prospect of telling her parent's she was gay and facing the prospect of being ostracized from her community. Sue had never been a strong person and Bernie seemed to be the answer to her prayers. Giving up on her interest in Sasha she had chosen the path of least resistance and had never really regretted it. Except for the long, lonely nights of football season.

Bernie had eight guys in his crowd of football cronies. Four were married and Sue often commiserated with the other wives while their husbands were out at the local sports bar. Saturday, Sunday and Monday she rarely saw her husband. If it weren't for the fact that she knew nothing, not even sex could keep him away from the games she might have suspected he was cheating on her. At least in that she had the advantage over the other wives because Sue understood her husband was a fanatic.

Now that it was playoff time Sue faced the unpleasant burden of preparing for Bernie's annual "Wild Card, Wildness" party. Alana Shepard would get it next week when Herman hosted the party for the divisional playoffs. Andrea Dryer would get it for the championship games. Kate Macintosh and Cindy Coleford split duty on the Super Bowl Bash, each taking an alternating year.

Sue rose early and bundled the children off to their grandparents for their month long annual visit. Bernie wanted young Jonathan to stay and watch the game with "his old man," but Sue forbade it. Bernie and his friends drank cases of beer, cursed and generally acted like men and Sue refused to have her son exposed to that kind of behavior when he was only seven years old. Each year Bernie gave in, but each year it took more to convince him and Sue feared this would be the last year she would be able to shield her son from "the game".

Sue stood on her doorstep, still wrapped in her warm terrycloth robe and sipping a hot cup of coffee as her mother drove off with the kids. She waited until the car was out of sight before turning and padding back into the kitchen. She cleaned up the remnants of breakfast and started the dishwasher before opening the high cabinet and pulling down the platters and trays she used for the party. Bernie was already long gone to pick up "supplies", by which he meant beer. Sue had already bought the soda, bags of chips, dip, pretzels, steaks, ribs, chicken, bar-b-que sauce and condiments.

Heaving a sigh she began to get everything set up, the game was on at four.

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Sue was dressed for the party in a white silk blouse and knee length black skirt with moderate heels. The guys would all be in jeans and sweatshirts with team logos, but as hostess she felt like she had to dress a little nicer. None of the wives ever came to the parties, by silent agreement they each seemed to feel having to deal with one a year was punishment enough.

Around noon the guests began to arrive. Bill and Stan showed up with a cooler between them, even though Bernie had bought enough beer to keep and army post drunk for a week. Herman showed up with baked beans and Don had coleslaw. Mike Weaver arrived with his girl friend and a bucket of fried chicken. Ace and LD, two of the black guys on Bernie's crew at work, showed up with their girlfriends in tow and several bottles of cheap wine. Chad Coleford arrived with a cake and some cookies Cindy had baked.

Sue was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang again. All of the regulars were already here and she poked her head out to see who this might be. Bernie let three people into the house and turned around. Seeing Sue he grabbed her hand and almost dragged her into the living room.

"Sue, this is Don Bowers," he said indicating a tall bear of a man in khaki slacks and a button down shirt. Sue recognized the name; Don was her husband's boss.

"Pleased to meet you," Sue said.

"Likewise,"

"This is Carl Von Otheson," Bernie said indicating another tall man with unruly blonde hair.

"Nice to meet you," he said with an affable smile.

"Carl is the Bussiness Agent for the local," Bernie said.

"And this is Christa Martin," Bernie finished, indicating the small figure behind the two men. The woman was small and lean, with skin the color of burnished coal. She had wide, full lips, alert brown eyes and short kinky hair. In one ear she wore a big gold hoop earring, but nothing in her other. She couldn't be more than five feet tall and Sue would find out later she was actually only four foot nine. She wore khaki Dockers and a dark Raider's sweatshirt.

Sue knew that name too. The running joke among the guys was that the company had really gone in for diversity and Christa was as diverse as you could get. In one person they covered a black, a woman, a foreigner and a lesbian, the joke ran. Sue extended her hand automatically and the woman took it. Rather than the polite shake she expected the girl brought Sue's hand to her lips and bushed the back of it.

"Charmed," she said in a soft voice with a thrillingly familiar accent. Sue felt a long dormant excitement stir in her, but Bernie took her sudden quiet for discomfort and put an arm around her.

"Keep those smooth Jamaican ways to yourself shorty, this one is spoken for," Bernie said and laughed. The others joined in, but something in the small woman's eyes told Sue that the she didn't believe it. Am I that transparent? Sue wondered.

"Haitian ways, shit for brains, I'm not Jamaican mon, got it?" Christa said with a sarcastic rendering of a Jamaican accent, which produced another round of laughter.

The crude language did not seem to bother anyone and Sue had to remind herself that this woman worked with some of the crudest, male Chauvinist, prejudiced men in the world. Sue found it hard to believe that the slight woman actually ran a 90lb jackhammer eight hours a day, she didn't look like she weighed much more than ninety pounds herself.

Bernie's arm slipped from her shoulder to her waist and they conversed a few minutes before Sue returned to the kitchen and the rest of them went out back to the patio. The kitchen table, which she had so carefully prepared, looked as if a marauding army had been foraging. She started to collect the empty beer cans and bottles but gave up, there was no keeping up with it. She would just have to clean up Monday after work.

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Christa took a beer from the cooler and made the rounds. She knew the guys well and traded barbed comments with them before settling down at the patio table. What a fucking waste of time, she thought. I could be over at Chelsea's for her party. At least there she stood a chance of scoring. Chelsea usually had some wild girls at her parties. Of course they were all pretty skanky and there were always so many butches at Chelsea's.

It wasn't that she couldn't score and in fact she usually had no trouble, but at Chelsea's it was more like a meat market. There was no thrill of the chase, and ultimately the satisfaction was lessened. Still, it would be better than this. She had accepted Bernie's invitation more to irritate him than anything else. The big man was a dyed in the wool homophobe and racist and tried in every way legal to make her quit. Showing up here and making his guests uncomfortable actually made her feel better. Still, she felt like she was cutting off her nose to spite her face. She hadn't been laid in weeks and instead of taking care of business she was here.

Her temper often got her into trouble, as did her stubbornness. She smiled a self-mocking smile and cracked open a second beer. Taking her time she examined each of the women at the party. The blonde she dismissed almost immediately. The word bimbo seemed to be painted on her forehead. That girl was a total slut and Christa was sure totally straight. Both of the black women were obviously here against their better judgment and bored. Sometimes bored was good, bored women were not as attached, but she made both of these women as straight too. Christa sighed and took another sip of beer. No action for you tonight stupid, she thought. Her mind returned to the tall blonde in the foyer. She knew it was Bernie's wife, but the woman had struck her as being gay. Wouldn't that be a kick in the head for her asshole boss? The possibility intrigued her.

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The pre game show was already blaring from the fifty-six inch big screen, Bernie had insisted on buying. There was no one in the living room yet so Sue stopped at the wet bar and made herself a vodka and tonic. Or more precisely a vodka and vodka with just enough tonic to not call it a double shot. Music was cranking from the patio and she steeled herself to go play hostess.

Mike was dancing with his blonde bimbo. She wore a mini skirt that just barely covered her ass and was grinding like a stripper. That was the kind Mike went for and the reason he was still single. Ace and Dc were talking to Stan and Bill near the grill while their girls stood close looking bored. Bernie was at the grill talking expansively to his bosses while he drank and cooked. Christa sat at the patio table with her feet propped up, drinking a beer while Don, Chad and Herman discussed each teams chances in loud voices while making bets with everyone else.

This was going to be a bad one, all of them were already lit and the game hadn't even started yet. Sue made the rounds, noticing that all of the men's eyes were drawn to the blonde's wildly wiggling ass. Men will be boys, she told herself as she collected a few empties and started back inside. She felt eyes on her and looked around to find Christa's brown eyes locked onto her. The woman's deep brown eyes roamed up and down Sue's body appreciatively with no indication it bothered her in the least that Sue knew she was being checked out. Sue felt a blush rise to her cheeks and hastily made her way into the kitchen. That frank stare held undisguised lust and Sue was uncomfortable with the feelings it roused in her own body.

She returned to the living room and made herself another drink. Everyone else was getting lit, no reason I shouldn't too, she reasoned. Sue had decided long ago to put her attraction to women in perspective. A pretty woman could still turn her head, but she was careful never to look too long. During the season she would occasionally dip into Bernie's "secret" stash of porno movies and masturbate while watching a lesbian scene, but that was only during the season, when she could be sure nothing short of cardiac arrest would drag her husband away from the television. Her attraction was her little secret, something no one even suspected and she was careful to keep it that way.

The announcers were going into statistics so trivial that even die-hard fans wouldn't understand them and Sue was finishing her third drink when she felt someone behind her. She turned quickly to find herself alone in the room with Christa. The short woman was leaning casually on the bar and staring at her with those dark eyes.

"I take it you aren't really into football?" Christa said softly as she poured herself a shot of Bernie's good whiskey.

"Not really," Sue said. She felt herself flushing and her skin tingled. Those brown eyes traveled slowly up and down her body and Sue could almost feel them, like soft fingers caressing her skin. Christa emptied her glass and set it on the bar. She suddenly moved closer and caught Sue's free hand.

"What are you into then?" the little woman said as she held Sue's hand in a tight grip and gently used her other hand to stroke along the startled wife's forearm. Sue was in shock; the sensuous feel of Christa's fingernails on her inner arm was juxtaposed with the unexpectedness of the caress. Sue tried to speak, but no words would come.

"You like that don't you?" Christa said as she continued to stroke Sue's arm.

"No.." Sue managed. She was breathing deeply and she felt her nipples poking into the soft satin cups of her bra. Christa's hands released her arm, but before Sue could move the girl seized both of her nipples between thumbs and forefinger and squeezed. The instant jolt of pleasure shot through her body and caused her to gasp.

"Your mouth says no, but your hot assed body is saying yes. What's a girl to think? A hot little femme like you married to a bigot like Bernie. Come on girl, moan a little for me, I want to hear it," Christa said in a husky whisper. Sue bit her lip and shook her head, but was powerless to escape from those soft fingers. Christa's right hand released her nipple and gently squeezed Sue's whole breast. Despite herself a soft moan escaped from her lips.

"Mmmmm, that's nice. Love to hear a girl moaning and groaning, especially when she's wiggling her cute ass on the end of my cock. Would you like that MRS. Prescott? I bet you would just love to be bent over this sofa with nine inches buried in your hot snatch wouldn't you?"

"Please.." Sue managed, glancing nervously towards the kitchen.

"Please what? Please stop? Or please bend me over the sofa and fuck the shit out of me?" Christa said. As she spoke her hand left Sue's breast and slid up her inner thigh, taking her skirt with it.

"Stop,"

"Mmm, there you go again," Christa said. Her fingers had crossed Sue's garters and the taller woman moaned when Christa's hand demandingly cupped her pussy and began to rub. Sue was paralyzed with both fear and arousal when the girl's hand dug under the leg band of her panties and pulled them aside. She bit her lip until it bled when she felt the shock of Christa's middle finger sliding between her slick lips and forcing its way into her tight entrance.

The sound of the refrigerator opening tore her attention to the kitchen again and she was shivering as she felt Christa disengage from her and step back. Seconds later, Chad poked his head into the living room and looked at the television. He didn't give either of them a second glance as he headed back to the patio.

"Hey guys, come on, they are about to announce the starters," he hollered.

Sue was still reeling. Her body was thrumming with desire even as her mind tried to convince herself that it was her imagination. Christa looked at her and smiled then held up her hand. Sue colored furiously when she saw the wetness glistening on the girl's middle finger. Christa slid the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean, causing Sue to groan. The visual was just so powerful and erotic.

"Sweet, I bet you would love a taste of mine wouldn't you?" She said as she slid her hand inside her Dockers. Sue watched as the girl worked her hand against her mound and then pulled it out. She held her index finger to Sue's lips. Sue could see that it was coated in the girl's juices.

"Go ahead baby, you know you want to," Christa whispered.

Sue couldn't help herself, she parted her lips and Christa thrust her finger in. A heady and musky flavor filled Sue's mouth and she was surprised to hear the popping sound as Christa withdrew her finger.

The little woman stepped up to her again and whispered, "I bet you would love more, but you'll have to get it straight from the source," before vaulting over the back of the sofa and settling into the corner. Everyone was now piling into the living room as the announcers began introducing the starting lineups. Sue's mind was still having trouble functioning and her body demanded that she do something about the sudden burning itch between her legs. She made it into the relative quiet of the kitchen and leaned heavily on the counter. As she thought of the Haitian woman her hand unconsciously slid down her body and softly massaged her enflamed pussy. Her pink tongue gently licked along her lips savoring the girl's distinctive flavor.

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The first quarter was a disaster for her husband and his friends. Their team stumbled from the first play and had given up three touchdowns in five minutes. Christa, who was rooting for the other team was harassing them and really rubbing it in. The fact that they were all drunk, except perhaps Christa made it worse and Sue began to become nervous. The last thing she needed was a fight, but Ld's girl joined Christa in the heckling and so did Ace's. It quickly became the girls vs. the men and by the end of the first quarter the insults had taken on a definite sexual character.


Football Widow Ch. 02



Sue groaned and rolled over when she heard the front door slam. She had awakened when Bernie did, but simply closed her eyes as he dragged himself from the bed. She was warm and cozy and really didn’t want to move because her body was sending warning signals from practically everywhere. To start with she had rug burn on her knees. Her thighs and calves were so sore they felt like she had run ten miles. Her pussy ached and throbbed, setting alarm bells off in her brain every time she moved. It felt swollen and was so tender, that even the light sheet lying across it caused her to wince when she moved. Her abs were sore as were her arms and shoulders. She basically felt like she had been run over by a truck and…and God, she wouldn’t trade the way she felt this morning for anything in the world! She found herself smiling even though she was sore and remembered Christa’s words. 

"If you say yes then this is going to be an all day fuck fest. I won't leave till I am sure you will spend the whole week walking around with a well-fucked smile on your face," 

A well-fucked smile, well she was certainly smiling now, she thought. Sue felt alive and vibrant and..and..and horny. Sue paused and wondered about that, Christa had left her so sated she had almost passed out on the living room floor, but here she was, wanting more of the little butch’s cock. Just remembering Christa and her strapon caused Sue to hum happily. Her hand slid down her flat belly and very gently touched her swollen pussy. The contact was fleeting, bringing a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her mind was filled with memories of last night and her fingers became more demanding, pressing between her lips to rub her clitoral area in a slow circular motion. 

Pleasure, shot through with pain assaulted her mind, but the pain was minimal and the pleasure thick and heady. Her free hand stole to her breast and began to play with her quickly stiffening nipple. Best not start this if you intend on getting anything done today, she told herself. Sue dragged her mind from Christa and slowly rolled out of the bed. She shuffled to the bathroom and performed her morning absolutions in an almost mechanical way. Her shuffling gait was almost comical as she watched herself approach her dresser in the big mirror mounted above it. 

“Fucked me till I walked bowlegged,” she said out loud to the reflection. The reflection that smiled back at her was hers, and yet it was subtly different. She seemed to be standing a little taller and her skin seemed to glow somehow. The absurd smile plastered on her face just would not go away and she had to admit, she looked well-fucked. There was just something about a woman who was sexually gratified and Sue had seen it often on the faces of her co-works before she had landed this job. You could always tell who was cheating at work because they just looked different. She had the look of someone who was getting laid and loving it, which she was she supposed. In the mirror she could see the puffy lips of her pussy peeking out from her golden curls. The tiny scars from her C-sections were the only blemish on her creamy skin. She thought she probably needed to get some sun, but winter in New England just didn’t present many opportunities.

She looked through her underwear drawer. For some reason she didn’t want to wear any of her comfy undies, she wanted something sexy. After a moment she decided on a red thong and the matching bra. She examined herself in the mirror and smiled, she looked good. She was pulling her blouse on and caught herself wondering if Christa liked red. Sue blushed and giggled, if she had realized having an affair could feel so good she might have considered doing it long ago. It was almost like dating again, wondering what was next, finding out what your lover liked, and great sex. 

She knocked out her workload in less then two hours and happily shut off her computer. She sprayed another dose of Lysol in the living room, inhaling deeply she could still smell pussy. That reminded her of the flowers and she threw them away, relieved that Bernie hadn’t noticed them. She kept one though and pressed it between the pages of a heavy accounting reference book she kept on her desk. A keepsake from a wonderful evening she told herself. 

Bernie came in around four thirty and gave her a big hug and kiss. When he suggested dinner at Taliferro’s she immediately became suspicious. Taliferro’s was her favorite restaurant and it was Bernie’s answer to all their problems. Since he hadn’t screwed up anything seriously in the last few days he must want something and it must be something pretty serious. On the other hand a dinner out would be nice and she could still say no to whatever it was. Taliferro’s was such a romantic spot, Sue wondered if maybe they could rekindle their attraction to one another. She felt guilty about cheating on Bernie and more than a little confused by her feelings for Christa. Maybe a night out would settle her and do something to transfer the hunger she felt for Christa to her husband.

Sue went upstairs and put on a nice dress. Bernie actually put on a button down shirt and khakis. Sue knew it was something big, Bernie only dressed up for funerals and weddings and then only under protest. He was a big man and had put on a lot of weight since he became foreman, but he was still handsome. Sue felt a little guilty when she realized she felt nothing sexually towards him despite her rampant hormones.

Dinner was nice and Sue had a couple of glasses of wine with her meal, she was feeling very mellow and was off her guard when Bernie delivered his bombshell.

“Hun, I got tickets to the game!” he said excitedly.

“What game?”

“The championship game!” he said so loudly that it caused others to look over at them.

“The football game?”

“Right!”

“How much?” Sue said scowling. Bernie got a sly look in his eyes that she didn’t like. He thought he was a good liar, but his eyes always gave him away. She never called him on it, but always she knew.

“Not too much, I paid for it from my account, it isn’t a big deal,” 

“How much Bernie?” Sue demanded.

“Only seven hundred dollars,” he said defensively. Sue was seething inside but managed to keep her temper in check. The big screen had cost over two thousand dollars, but he had been able to argue that they would have it year round and could watch movies on it together and she eventually gave in because it was so important to him. After game day this would mean two three hundred and fifty dollar pieces of torn paper. They lived comfortably, but Sue frowned on extravagant purchases. Her income covered the bills and Bernie’s went mostly to the kid’s college funds, car payments, the mortgage and savings. She liked to plan major purchases and budget for them in advance. Seven hundred from Bernie’s play money wouldn’t be that big a deal, except she knew he kept his account nearly empty and he would soon be robbing from the money they usually put into savings to support his hobbies. They were so different in that, Bernie spent his play money like it was water, while Sue saved hers until she really wanted something.

“Bernie, I think you’re an idiot for spending that kind of money on tickets to a stupid game. Your play money is yours, but I had better not see one penny less going into our savings or the kid’s college funds and I will be watching closely. So when you want to go out drinking with the guys and you don’t have any money, you will just have to stay at home. When basketball season starts and Ace wants you to go with him to the Knicks game, you just tell him you can’t. When Jim calls from Florida and wants you to come down for a weekend deep-sea fishing don’t you dare ask if you can take money out of the vacation fund again. That’s a ridiculous expenditure and this time I am not going to let it slide,”

“Why are you in such a grouchy mood?” he asked sullenly.

“Because I’m tired of this obsession of yours ruling our lives. I’m not being grouchy, you made your decision and we have always agreed on us each having a separate account for our own money to do with as we please. As long as you are wasting your money I really don’t care, its yours, but I won’t stand for you shortchanging the kids or us as a family for football,” she said seriously. Bernie brightened and ordered more wine. The silence at the table became thick after it arrived and Sue suddenly realized there was something else. She waited patiently, but an icy anger was building in her.

“Hun, the game is in Oakland,” Bernie said.

“It’s a long walk,” she said coldly.

“Oh come on. It’s the chance of a lifetime. Me and Herm will never get another chance to go,”

“I assume that since you bought the tickets Herman is taking care of the plane tickets and hotel?” 

“Well, Herm is short on cash, so I got the plane tickets,” Bernie said. Sue fought back the explosive anger she felt. Tickets to LA from NY were not ridiculously expensive, but they would be over four hundred dollars and since Sue did all the household expenditures she knew Bernie didn’t have that kind of money in his private account.

“I’m impressed. I didn’t think you had that kind of money in your account,” Sue said evenly.

“I didn’t, I borrowed some from the vacation money. I’ll put it all back I swear,” he said quickly as Sue’s face turned red. 

“Take me home,” she said.

“Oh come on honey, stop being such a bitch. I said I would put it back,” he said in a wheedling voice. Sue stood up, threw her napkin on the table and marched out of the restaurant, ignoring the stares. She caught a cab home and threw Bernie’s pillow and a blanket on the sofa before locking the door to the bedroom and collapsing on the bed. 

Tears of anger and frustration streamed down her lovely face, but inside she felt an icy calm. When she heard Bernie come in and knock at the bedroom door she ignored him. After a few tries she heard him walking back downstairs. Bernie was used to her anger, it showed itself only rarely, but it was best to leave her alone when it did. She didn’t stay mad long and usually felt so guilty about it she would relent no matter what the argument had been over. There was something different tonight. She felt like some invisible bridge had been crossed and while she couldn’t put her finger on just what had changed she knew something had.

-----    Sue slept late Tuesday, Bernie was long gone before she opened the door to the bedroom and came out. Once downstairs she cleaned up the mess he had left from his breakfast and logged into work. She immersed herself in the figures and it was well past two when she took her first break. Sue was spot auditing the marketing department and already had a list of irregularities that would demand a full audit by the whole department. She hated to call for that, it would mean she would actually have to go in to work for a week, but she didn’t hesitate to send the recommendation to her boss.

At four o’clock there was a knock at the door and she signed for a parcel. It was addressed to Bernie and she surmised it was the plane tickets. Her first impulse was to throw them away and then act as if nothing had happened, but she decided that would be childish. What was done was done and there was nothing she could do to undo it. She opened the package and read the itinerary as she made coffee. They would be catching the one o’clock flight out of JFK. That meant in all likelihood Bernie would take a half-day at work. 

Sue went upstairs and packed two bags for him. If she were still in a vindictive mood she would have let him pack for himself, the thought of him arriving with fifty Jets sweatshirts and a single pair of boxers amused her, but she didn’t want to keep this fight going. Once she had him packed she locked herself in the bathroom and ran a bubble bath. She hoped the warm water would relax her, but she doubted it would take all her cares away this time.

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Bernie was in a foul mood at work and as usual he was taking it out on Christa. Normally he could make himself feel better by making her miserable, but today nothing he did seemed to make a dent in her good mood. He knew it was probably his imagination, but it seemed like the madder he got the more she smiled. He was still stewing over Sue’s making him sleep on the sofa and acting like such a bitch. He just didn’t understand women, how could she not see this was a once in a lifetime thing for a working class guy like himself? The vacation money was for vacations after all and he had earned one. It wasn’t like the money in the account wasn’t mostly from his checks anyway. 

He felt a lot better at lunch when everyone was congratulating him. Christa just sat and smiled and Bernie felt an over riding need to wipe the smile from her face. It was almost like she was laughing at him.

“From that smile I guess you got lucky last night,” he said.

“Nope, was at home all evening,” she replied.

“Oh, from that shit eating grin I figured some guy must have finally laid your ugly ass and made an honest woman of you,” he said. The guys at the table burst out in laughter and catcalls.

“Not in this life time,” Christa said. She knew she should have left it there but she just couldn’t resist taking a jab at him.

“From the look on yours I guess the missus kicked you out of bed,” she said. The flash of surprised anger was priceless and she smiled. She knew she would pay for it, her boss was nothing if not a vindictive bastard, but hell, she was gonna pay for it anyway, might as well do something to deserve it. The guys at the table all laughed, which only served to anger Bernie more.

“When ya leaving Bern?” Ace asked, trying to diffuse the situation. He didn’t care for Christa, but when Bernie was pissed they all got it. Part of the reason she was so unpopular was her mouth constantly getting everyone else into trouble. Christa didn’t care, she had no interest in any of them, but she let it slide, she had a personal interest in knowing Bernie’s plans. 

“Taking a half day tomorrow, should be into LAX by seven thirty or eight our time,” Bernie said, his mood lifting at the thought of going to the big game. Christa did some quick calculations in her head. That meant his plane left at one, so she could drop by and console Sue anytime after that. 

As she expected Bernie had her on the jackhammer for the rest of the afternoon. It had been back breaking toil when her first put her on it, but she had been in the dog house so much over the last year it barely even bothered her any more. Today it seemed even less of a burden, she was alone all after noon with thoughts of what she was going to do with Sue and she actually found herself daydreaming. At 3:15 coffee break she handed Bernie a leave request form.

“What’s this shit?” he said looking at it.

“Why do you think you got those tickets numb nuts? I gotta be somewhere over the weekend,”

“Where?”

“None of your fucking business,” she snapped. She didn’t have a ready excuse and she didn’t feel like making one up. Getting caught in a lie might jeopardize her plans with Sue. She fully intended to have the beautiful blonde greeting her at the door every evening at some point in the future, but she didn’t want to have Bernie discover their affair before she was ready.

“The hell it ain’t, you work for me!” he roared.

“Sign the slip you cock sucker, or I will grieve your ass so fast it will make your head spin. You remember the last time don’t you? You heard what the shop steward said, one more and he was taking it to the national level. Racism, sexual harassment, the whole nine, you’ve already fucked up so many times it’ll be your ass. Besides grievances are heard on Fridays, if I put one in today after work you will have to be there to hear it Friday, so sign it unless you want to watch the game on your fucking big screen?”

“You think you’re so damned smart, one of these days I am going to see your ass fired,” he said as he viciously scrawled his name on the form. Christa snatched her copy from him and held it up.

“It’ll be a cold day in hell when a dumbass like you gets the better of me. I ain’t never done nothing to you, but one day soon you’re going to have a reason to hate me,” she said as she went back to the jackhammer. It really aggravated her that he could still get to her, even when things were going so good.

-----

Once the workday ended and everyone signed out at the garage Christa walked out into the parking lot and made her way to her car. It wasn’t hard to find, the only car in a lot with forty-five Trucks and SUV’s. A usual one of the tires was flat. Men could be so childish she thought. From the trunk she pulled out the electric air pump and hooked it up to the cigarette lighter. They never actually hurt the car, the one time someone keyed it she had raised so much hell that the company had been forced to call in the police and the guy who did it landed in jail overnight. He had been fired and when he lost his court case and the union couldn’t get him his job back they all realized she was not to be trifled with. Of course they all hated her, but they had hated her before that, now they at least respected the fact that she wouldn’t stand for their shit. Once the tire was inflated she waited in the line of trucks trying to get out of the lot and onto the road. 

She didn’t really breath a sigh of relief until she was across the GW and headed north on the Palisades. She made the drive so often she was no longer conscious of it, it wasn’t that she was a dangerous driver or not paying attention, it was simply that it was all so familiar she didn’t remember any of it when she got to her turn off.

The guard at the gate to her community recognized her and hit the button to let her pass without even opening the window to his small booth. Christa didn’t blame him, it was frigid out and she knew he only had a tiny space heater in the booth. She walked into her house and paused in the doorway. For a split second she clearly saw Sue sanding there in her white lingerie. The image was gone as quickly as it had come, but it made the little butch smile. 

“You got it bad, girl,” she said to no one in particular as she closed the front door. She had purchased the large ranch style house for her last steady girl, Alexis. Lexi had been into modern stuff, the living room was all bronze and glass with modern art on the walls and fancy gilt lamps. Christa hated it, but she had never gotten around to buying stuff she liked better after Lexi left her, truth was she hadn’t done much of anything since that night. The only room in the house she liked was her bedroom. It was decorated in solid cherry traditional with a four-poster canopy bed and a massive armoire that held her TV, VCR, DVD and stereo.

Christa stopped and looked at the big bed. It was a California king and attached to each post was a set of heavy black leather straps. She had often tied Lexi down on the bed when they were together, but now she could only imagine Sue’s enticing body secured spread eagle, with her hips up and waiting. Christa shook her head. She was putting the cart before the horse. First you have to hook her, then you have to land her, then you have to get her to move in. After that you can introduce a little kink and see how it goes, she thought as she stripped and took a long hot shower to shake off the cold. She had just exited the shower when her cell rang. She grabbed it as she wrapped a towel around her waist. 

“Yeah?”

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” a silken voice purred.  

“Just got out of the shower, what’s up?” Christa replied as she rummaged through her drawer looking for a clean pair of boxers. She hated doing laundry and always waited until there was practically nothing clean before she forced herself to do it. 

“Nothing, just wondering if your Boss took the bait?”




Football Widow Ch. 02



“Yeah, he’s flying out tomorrow at noon,” Christa said. The voice on the other end let out a musical laugh.

“Excellent! So I take it you will be tied up all weekend? Or maybe someone else will?”

“I hope I won’t be home all weekend, but you know how it is with fluffs. For all I know she won’t even let me in the house,” Christa said. She didn’t believe that, but she had formed the habit of always expecting the worst. That way anything less than the worst was good. It wasn’t a perfect defense mechanism, but it worked for her, usually.  “Perish the thought dear girl. After a taste of Black Beauty, you’ll be lucky if she doesn’t rape you on the front door step,” Bethany said confidently.

“You sure got a lotta faith in that thing,” Christa said as she struggled into a sports bra.

“I have a stable of lovers, and four of them were happily married until they met Black Beauty. Now they don’t even sleep in the same room with their husbands. Trust me girl, if you used it right she will greet you with open arms and open legs,” Bethany chuckled.

“I don’t want a stable, I just want one,” Christa said seriously. The voice on the other end sighed.

“You really are in deep aren’t you?” Bethany said, all trace of lightness gone from her voice.

“I’m tired of being alone, Beth. After Alexi I gave up on relationships, but I am sick of the games. I just want one woman who will be mine and will love me, is that so wrong?”

“No, it isn’t wrong. But why this one? In all the years I have known you you’ve never even dated a white girl and I can’t remember you ever going after a married woman,”

“I don’t know,” Christa said.

“Are you sure you aren’t just in this for the thrill of the chase? Trying something new? Maybe to stick it to your boss?”

“I’m tired of the chase. I don’t want something new, I just want her. You just have to meet her to understand, she’s…perfect. I don’t have a word for it, but she’s so soft and loving and sweet, she just makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and hold her. I’ve never met anyone who made me want to be near them, even if there was no sex I would still want to be around her. When she laughs it’s like the sun shine and when she smiles shyly and blushes I just want to protect her and keep the world away from her,”

“Yeah, there’s no doubt, you’re in love,” 

“Why do you say that?” Christa asked.

“Because we have been talking for over two minutes and you haven’t once told me how much you want to fuck her. Besides the fact she is white, married and blonde I don’t know a thing about her, not even her name. No details at all from you about sex or what she looks like. I can hear it your voice you’re in love. And you are already getting that little jealous and possessive streak that’s so adorable on you. She must be quite a lady to have you so wrapped around her finger in such a short space of time,”

“That’s it! That’s the right word. She’s a lady, that’s the word for her,” Christa said excitedly. 

“As long as she follows the unwritten rule for ladies you’ll be fine,” Beth said in an amused tone. 

“What’s that?” Christa asked.

“A lady in public, but a whore in bed,” Beth said laughing.

-----    Dinner at the Prescott house was strained. Bernie was still fuming about having to sleep on the sofa and Sue found her anger rekindled when he didn’t even thank her for packing his bags. Bernie went up stairs right after dinner and went to bed to keep from spending another night on the sofa. Sue decided to sleep on the sofa rather than share the bed with him; she turned on a movie and curled up. The movie wasn’t very good and before long her mind began to wander. She had a whole weekend to herself coming up and she thought about what she would do with all the time. 

She decided the first thing she was going to do was visit the spa at her gym and get a massage, facial, manicure, pedicure, the works. Next she was going shopping. She hadn’t been out shopping to just treat herself in months and she wasn’t going to let herself feel guilty about it this time. Her “play” money account held well over 10,000 dollars and she was going to go spend some of it. She was tired of having to be the responsible one in the marriage, she already felt like she had more than her fair share of the parenting duties and Bernie was more like an irresponsible teenager than a husband sometimes. 

Sue didn’t sleep well, partly because she was still mad at her husband, partly because the sofa wasn’t really very comfortable and partly because her dreams were filled with Christa. She awoke horny and tired, with the tail end of a dream in which she had been giving Christa head lodged in her mind. She didn’t manage to shake the vivid snippet of her dream until after her second cup of coffee. Bernie had taken his bags with him, no goodbye kiss or anything. For some reason that didn’t make her mad, it just made her feel down. The big house was quiet and she realized she was going to be lonely. That depressed her more and when she logged in to find her boss had approved the full audit her spirits sank even lower. At least that gave her an excuse to go shopping, she hadn’t had to physically go to work in months and her business wardrobe could definitely use some sprucing up. 

She read her mails and saw a net meeting of the whole auditing department was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. She would definitely have to go shopping tomorrow morning then. She sent an email to her boss requesting the morning off and got it back before she even had time to finish the last of her mails. She printed the approval and filed it with the few others she had ever made. Once she shut the machine down she glanced at the clock; five o’clock and nothing from Bernie. Not even a call when he made it to the airport. She sighed heavily and started into the kitchen to make dinner when the doorbell rang. 

She wondered who it could be and froze in her tracks. There could be any number of people at the door, from one of her neighbors to Herm’s wife to a delivery guy. Somehow she knew it wasn’t any of those, somehow she just knew it was Christa. She bolted to the door and threw the locks open. The little butch was standing there in her work clothes, but she had flowers and a box of candy. She looked so tired, but extended the gifts with a self conscious little smile that was actually very endearing. Sue took them and stepped back, allowing her guest to enter. 

“Thank you,” she said when the door closed, even that short period of being open had Sue shivering. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and she began to wonder if maybe she was becoming a nymphomaniac because her body was suddenly yearning for Christa’s attention.

“A beautiful lady like you deserves gifts,” the black woman said with a big smile. She looked so worn out that Sue’s mommy instincts overrode her lust. The small woman was shivering, but doing her best not to show it.

“You look so tired, can I get you something? A drink? I was just about to cook dinner,”

“What I really need is a hot shower,” Christa said.

“Well, you know where the bathroom is,” Sue said blushing.

“Sure do, come scrub my back?” Christa asked.

“Let me get dinner going, then I’ll join you,” Sue said hesitantly. She wanted to just follow Christa upstairs, but she also wanted to cook some food for her. She smiled bemusedly when she realized her mommy side was fighting with her desire. As Christa staggered up the stairs Sue hurried into the kitchen. She started the London broil and quickly wrapped potatoes in tin foil. She really wanted to cook something more elaborate, but when she heard the water come on upstairs she thought of her lover naked in the shower and felt a lump in her throat. Her maternal instincts were strong, but apparently not as strong as her growing sex drive. She stopped and made herself a drink at the bar, killed it to calm her nerves, poured another for herself and one for Christa then headed up to the bathroom.  Christa was humming to herself as she stood in the hot spray. The warm water was quickly taking the chill from her body and the ache from her muscles. She had expected another little cajoling scene at the door, but apparently Sue was more than happy to see her. Christa was actually pretty happy, it seemed like she had accomplished the first part of her plan and Sue was hooked. Now she just leaned against the wall and let the warm steam and water surround her as she considered how to land the tall femme. She looked up when Sue entered.

The sight that greeted her eyes nearly took her breath away; the tall blonde had a drink in each hand and wore only a sexy red thong and bra. Her long legs looked simply delicious and Christa couldn’t help but imagine what they would feel like wrapped around her waist. 

“I thought a drink might help you get warm,” she said softly.

“Baby, the sight of you in that outfit would warm anyone up,” Christa said as she smiled and licked her lips. Even in the steamy bathroom she could see Sue’s blush. The tall blonde took a big swallow of her drink as she handed Christa’s to her. The little butch wasn’t really interested in a drink but accepted it and took a sip. Sue nervously took another deep swallow of her vodka. 

“Nervous baby?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, you just make me self conscious I guess, the way you look at me…it makes me feel all shaky inside,” 

“That’s just your pussy’s way of letting you know it’s looking forward to some fun,” Christa said as she set her drink on the back of the toilet.

“I feel like such a…slut,” Sue said. Christa laughed loudly.

“All girl’s have a bit of a slut in them Sue. Most just don’t find the one who brings it out. We don’t have to have sex if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll be glad just to sit with you and watch a movie or something,”

“No, I’m just being silly, I’m not used to wanting it twenty-four-seven,” Sue said as she killed her drink.

“In that case, why don’t you join me before the water gets cold?” Christa said. She felt a knot of desire in her stomach when Sue nodded and reached behind her back to undo her bra. Christa couldn’t wait to get her hands on the tall woman’s tits, they were beautiful and as large as any the little butch had ever seen. The aureoles were a dark brown and the nipples seemed slightly elongated. Christa wondered if Sue had breastfed her kids.

Her eyes were drawn from Sue’s glorious mounds to her pretty pussy as she removed the thong. Christa was sure she would never tire of seeing it. Sue tentatively stepped into the shower and bent her head so Christa could kiss her. Christa took her time, slowly exploring Sue’s receptive mouth with her tongue. The warm water felt good as it cascaded between their bodies. When the kiss broke Sue picked up her squishy and a bottle filled with a purple gel.

“Still want me to scrub your back?” she asked. Her eyes were sparkling and Christa wanted nothing more than to bend her over and fuck her silly right there. Patience, she told herself. You have taken her hard and fast, now it’s time for a long slow session to whet her appetite even more.

“I’m not into smelling like a chick,” Christa said as she took the squishy and shower gel from Sue’s hands. 

“Why don’t you get all nice and wet and I’ll wash you,” Christa said. Sue nodded and stepped under the spray fully. In moments her skin was glowing from the heat and water. Christa poured a generous amount of the gel into the squishy and held it under the water a moment. The strong scent of lilacs infused the room.

Christa slowly worked up a lather while staring at Sue’s tits, the water coming over her shoulder mostly ran between the soft orbs, but small rivulets ran down to drip off of the erect nipples. She began by gently soaping the firm mounds up and slowly, thoroughly cleaning them. She worked the lather in as she made long circular trips around them, occasionally squeezing them or hefting one to feel its delicious weight. Sue bit her lower lip and softly moaned when Christa reached the now stiff nipples. Christa’s soapy hands slid and rubbed over the wet mounds of flesh until Sue was moaning continuously. The feel was so luxurious and soft, that Christa didn’t want to stop and continued to fondle them, all pretense of washing gone now. She was surprised to see Sue’s hips jogging and her moans become more ragged. Christa dropped the squishy and seized each of Sue’s unusually long thick nipples between thumb and forefinger. Christa watched enthralled as an orgasm approached, she had had many lovers, but never one who could come just from having her breasts manipulated. As she rolled them Sue groaned and then breathed in sharply. 

“Ohhhhhh God,” she moaned as her hands flew to the wall to steady herself. She had never felt such pleasure coming from her breasts. Not even when she had been feeding her children. One of her deepest and most guilty secrets was that she had had several orgasms while her children suckled. Sue bit her lip when Christa’s warm mouth covered one of her nipples. The small woman sucked hungrily, all the while lashing the nipple with her tongue and occasionally nipping it with her sharp little teeth. She continued to squeeze and caress Sue’s other breast and her free hand slipped to Sue’s back, pulling her forward and holding her in an iron grip. 

Christa let the water clean the soap from Sue’s other breast and then moved to it. She licked the nipple and then sucked it into her voracious mouth. Sue arched her back, pressing more of her tit into Christa’s hot mouth. The little butch forced her leg between Sue’s thighs and then pressed her hip against Sue’s mound. She released her hold on Sue’s back and placed both her small hands on the outside of Sue’s tits. Christa pushed them together and held them, using her thumbs to press Sue’s nipples next to each other. The little butch then ran her tongue from one to the other pausing occasionally to envelope one for a moment or nip at it. Sue felt like a bottle of champagne that was being gently shaken, the pressure was mounting inside and she knew she would not be able to take much more. Her hips bucked against the small woman’s hip bone, rubbing her pussy in a very comfortable and delightful way.  Christa had brought her some of the most violently powerful orgasms she had ever experienced, but this one was entirely different. It began with a gentle ripple of pleasure from her center that spread throughout her body. The waves of pleasure seemed to rebound and cross over each other, the sensations blending and overlapping. While the sensation was undeniably pleasurable, it was also as gentle as a spring shower, leaving her with her eyes closed and her body totally relaxed. The ripples of pleasure still echoed thorough her body and Sue fell backwards when her legs suddenly gave way. Christa moved like a cat, catching Sue before she toppled over backwards. 

She helped Sue sit down and then retrieved the squishy. Christa soaped up her whole body and then rinsed her. The girl’s attentions were infinitely gentle and her voice soft. Whispering sweet nothings in Sue’s ear over and over again as her hands almost reverently washed Sue’s quivering body.

Once Christa was done she dried Sue with a fluffy towel and then dried herself. She reached for her clothes, but Sue stepped on them.

“You’re not putting those dirty things back on,” Sue said.

“Well, sugar britches, I don’t have anything else up here and I would get swallowed by anything of yours,”

Sue nodded and went to the bedroom, she returned shortly and tossed Christa a pair of boxers and a huge t-shirt. When Christa looked at her quizzically she smiled.

“Bernie’s, the shirt will look like a dress on you, but it’s better than those things,” Sue said as she looked at the dirty clothes and wrinkled her cute nose. Christa laughed as she donned the shirt, it did look like a dress on her, falling well below mid thigh.

“I’ve got some things out in the car, I’ll run down and get them,” Christa said.

“I’ll get dinner on the table,” Sue said starting to follow her. Christa turned suddenly and gently shoved Sue towards the bed. 

“Sugar, the only thing I want to eat right now is you, but let me go out to the car first, you just relax,”

“All right,” Sue said compliantly.

“Babe, do you want me to pull the car into the garage? I don’t want to get the neighbors curious,” Christa said.

“I didn’t think about that, the garage door opener is on my key chain, it’s hanging over the side table in the foyer, and my coat is in the closet, I don’t want you catching a cold” Sue said in a dreamy voice. Christa smiled, she could get used to being babied a little bit. Normally she reacted violently to anyone who intimated she was too small, or too young or too weak to take care of herself. From the tall blonde it didn’t seem patronizing, just genuinely sweet and thoughtful. Christa liked that.

She went down and grabbed the heavy coat from the closet. It was snowing again as she silently moved her car into the garage. Once the metal door was down she opened the trunk and took out her duffle bag. She had about a week’s supply of clean clothes in the bag. She also retrieved a heavy gym bag, in it she had a small part of her vast collection of toys. She smiled as she imagined the untold pleasures she would bring Sue with the contents of that bag. She stopped off in the kitchen to turn off the stove. Christa hated to see food go to waste, but she had the feeling they wouldn’t be eating tonight. She hung Sue’s now wet coat on the hanger to dry.

When she arrived back in the bedroom Sue was lying on the bed. She was simply beautiful, her eyes closed, her chest gently rising and falling, but what intrigued Christa the most were her long legs. They were slightly opened and she could see Sue’s thick blonde pubes. What the little butch was so intrigued with was what those long legs would feel like wrapped around her waist. Once the idea took hold she found she couldn’t wait to find out. She quickly stripped off the shirt and boxers and opened her toy bag. Sue looked up from the bed and smiled wantonly. That smile made Christa’s day, still sweet, still lovely, still compliant, but so hungry. She could only thank her lucky stars that Bernie wasn’t a good lover. His selfishness and ineptitude were making this so much easier than it could have been.

“So what does my baby want?” Christa said as she opened the bag and pulled out her harness. Sue blushed and mumbled something unintelligible.

“Don’t be shy sugar, what do you want?” Christa asked as she buckled the harness around her waist. Sue blushed furiously, and hid her face in her hands, which caused the little butch to laugh. She examined the many dildos and vibes but when her eyes locked on the Crimson Screw she knew that was the one.

It had been the first dildo she had purchased that would mate with her harness. It was only eight inches long and not overly thick, but it made up for those shortcomings in its unique design. It was constructed of a sturdy red plastic and was totally nonflexible, but it was aptly called a screw. The tip was very narrow and it widened towards the base. A single circular ridge spiraled down the shaft, like the biting spiral of a wood screw, but this one was smooth and blunt. Christa usually reserved the screw for very experienced lovers because it took a lot of getting used to. Women who were very tight, unable to relax or naturally dry found it to be painful, but women who did get used to it simply adored the unique sensations it created. Sue was still a little uptight, at least until she got going and her pussy was very tight, but she was so naturally juicy Christa felt she would be able to enjoy the dildo’s wild ride.   

“Come on baby, you can say it. Fuck, you want to fuck don’t you?” Christa prompted as she attached the dildo to her harness.




Football Widow Ch. 02



“Yes,” Sue said in a near whisper.

Christa turned and let her see the dildo for the first time. As she had expected Sue looked at with some apprehension.

“Like it?”

“It’s so weird,” Sue said as she sat up in the bed.

“Trust me sugar, you’re going to fall in love with it,” Christa said as she climbed onto the bed. She smiled inwardly when Sue spread her legs wide with no prompting. She remembered Bethany’s prediction that Sue would meet her with open arms and open legs, apparently her friend knew what she was talking about. Christa ran her fingers through Sue’s thick pubic thatch. The older woman’s lips were already very slick and gaping open slightly. Christa brought the tip of the screw to Sue’s entrance and probed it, the tip slipped in easily and Sue watched her expectantly.

“I want you to relax baby girl, this one is going to make you feel great, but it takes some getting used to. If it’s uncomfortable tell me right away, K?”

“Okay,” Sue said. She closed her eyes and Christa watched as her body relaxed. She was so fucking hot, what in the name of God was wrong with Bernie? How could anyone waste such a hot horny little treasure? It made no sense at all. If I had a woman like this, I wouldn’t leave the house, Christa thought. She became even more determined to win Sue, if Bernie was going to leave such a diamond among the rubbish that was life, Christa was going to claim it.

As Christa slowly pressed her hips forward Sue’s breath came through her clenched teeth in a sexy hiss. The damned thing felt so strange as it sank into her tight channel. As it nosed deeper the ridge seemed to caress every millimeter of her tunnel. In the rational part of her mind she knew it wasn’t as large as the one Christa had used last weekend, but it felt like it was filling her completely. Even the sensation of being filled was different, she felt full to bursting, but not stretched at all. It was a very strange sensation and it was hard to wrap her head around the incoming signals from her pussy. When Christa’s mound bumped against her own she knew it was all the way in, but even then the sensations were strange. She felt full, but at the same time the voids created by the groove left her feeling empty. 

“You like?” she heard Christa whisper.

“Yes, it’s just…very strange,” 

“Wait till I get going, this little beauty is going to rock your world,” Christa said confidently. Sue nodded, but said nothing. More and more of her mind was concentrated on sorting out the feelings the screw was producing. 

Christa’s arms were on either side of Sue’s body and supporting the girl’s weight. When she began to withdraw the strange dildo Sue wrapped her legs around Christa’s waist and locked her ankles. When only the tip was left inside the little butch set her knees and plunged forward. Sue groaned, the full, but not full, sensation was exceptionally disconcerting. After a few thrusts she felt herself responding, raising her hips to meet Christa’s thrusts. Sue raised her hips to meet each down thrust, quickly becoming wild in her thrashing while Christa laughed happily and slammed the dildo into her. 

The sensation was driving her insane. Full but not full, open but not stretched, being wonderfully fucked, but never getting enough. She whimpered and her hand slid down between their bodies to stroke her clit. The screw intensified the sounds of their lovemaking, adding squishing noises that only made Sue hotter. She was fast approaching another orgasm when the phone rang. Sue was so absorbed in the flow of sensation she didn’t notice for a moment that Christa had stopped pumping into her. 

“Don’t stop,” she whined, trying to raise and lower her hips to keep the wonderful flow coming. 

“Answer the phone,” Christa said with a strange expression on her face. Sue snorted in exasperation and snatched up the receiver.

“What?” she practically snarled.

“Damn, that’s a nice way to greet someone, what the fuck’s wrong with you?” Bernie’s voice came over the line.

“Oh, nothing. I had to jump out of the shower. How was your trip?” Sue said, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. She happened to be looking into Christa’s eyes and she saw something flash in them. The girl smiled down on her with an impish grin and began to slowly drive the strange dildo into Sue. The blonde bit her lip to keep from moaning into the receiver.

“The trip was all right, we are at the Hilton down town, got a pen handy?”

“Mmmmmmmm, yes… hang on,” Sue said. This was so wrong, so terribly nasty. She was on the phone with her husband and her new lover was fucking her silly. While she tried to feel guilty all she felt was naughty and an incredible rise in her passion. Sue knew she was close to orgasm and she was deathly afraid she would cum before she could get Bernie off the line, but that fear only seemed to escalate the intensity or her passion.

“All right, go ahead,” she said.

“You all right? You sound out of breath,” Bernie said. Sue bit her lip to stifle a groan of pleasure as Christa added a flourish of her hips to the down strokes. This drove the odd shaped dildo into her with even more power. The sensations were mind blowing and she fought to keep her orgasm at bay and her mind on Bernie.

“I told you I had to run to get the phone,” she said, trying to control the lust she knew was creeping into her voice.

“All right, room 523, downtown Hilton..blah, blah, blah,”

Sue’s mind couldn’t distinguish his words. Her pleasure was so intense and the sensations so unusual that her mind simply couldn’t ignore them. Bernie’s voice became an irritating buzz, like that of a fly. She resented it, wanting to just enjoy the massive bursts of pleasure she was receiving, but the annoying buzz wouldn’t go away. 

“Sue?” the buzz called out, loudly enough to rip her mind once again from her pleasure.

“Yes?” she said. She knew her voice had to sound funny. 

“Did you get that honey? There’s something wrong with this line, I am getting all kinds of interference and strange noises,”

“Yes, I got it, you sound funny to me too, I don’t know what the interference could be, are you on a cell?” Sue managed. Christa was slamming the fake cock into her now and Sue just dropped the receiver on the pillow. She felt her orgasm coming and she frantically grabbed Bernie’s pillow and held it over her head to muffle her scream. Christa watched as the tall blonde held the pillow over her face. She began to savagely ram the screw into Sue. This was vindication like nothing she had ever imagined in her long flights of fancy on how she would get revenge on her boss. 

I’m fucking your wife Bern, she thought. Fucking her better than you ever could while you are talking to her on the phone. That isn’t interference you hear, it’s my cock slamming into her tight little pussy. You sorry motherfucker. I’m going to take her from you, she’s going to be my bitch soon. While you come home to an empty house I’ll be coming home to her. You have the perfect woman and you are too stupid to realize how lucky you are, but I know. I know what a treasure she is and I am going to treat her right. Do you hear that scream Bernie? That’s your cute little wifey cumming like an atom bomb. I wonder what it sounds like on your end? It sounds like the angels singing on mine.

Sue was thrashing beneath her her, those long legs locked tightly around her, trying to pull her back in each time she withdrew. Her screams, moans, whimpers and sighs were muffled by the pillow, but Christa could hear them, they drove her on and she felt her own orgasm coming. The receiver lay abandoned on the bed and Christa could faintly hear Bernie rambling on. 

“Fuck,” Christa mouthed silently as the waves of pleasure tore into her. She had never felt anything so strong and she collapsed on Sue when they subsided, Christa had never felt so spent. Sue’s eyes were glazed as she tossed the pillow away and groped for the phone. Christa was too far gone to even notice as the blonde shakily brought it to her ear.

“…owds aren’t bad, look I need to go, this call is going to cost me a fortune. I’ll try to call again after the game, Love you honey,” the voice on the phone said.

“I love you too,” Sue replied, but as she said it her eyes were on the small woman between her legs. When the receiver went dead Sue hung up and then gently stroked Christa’s head. The little black woman was breathing deeply and evenly and Sue realized she was sound asleep. Sue held her softly and sometime later faded off to sleep, the red dildo still buried inside her.

---------  When Sue awoke the first thing she was aware of was the Crimson Screw sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. The sensations were still strange and Sue felt like she had figured out what Christa meant by loving it. The damned thing was addictive. It gave the most wonderful sensation of fullness, but always left you feeling like you were somehow empty and needed more.

“Good Morning” Christa said softly. The little butch’s head rested between Sue’s breasts and her arms were now around Sue rather than on the bed.

“Good Morning,” Sue said, the words followed by a gentle moan.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” Christa said.

“Don’t be, it was nice to just hold you,” Sue said. Sue had never fallen asleep with someone still inside her. She found that she enjoyed the closeness and waking up to the Crimson Screw sliding in and out of her was a definite plus in her book. For a long time she just lay there and enjoyed the sensations, Christa was still lying on her body and the motion of the dildo wasn’t calculated to bring her to orgasm, it was just slow, comfortable and made her feel indolent and drowsy.

“What do you have planned for today?” Christa asked. 

“I was going to go to the spa and do some shopping,” Sue said as she glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty, she hadn’t slept that late since before Jonathan was born.

“Mind if I join you?” Christa said.

“Don’t you have to work?”

“No, I took the rest of the week off,” Christa said and smiled. That was an interesting development. Sue was torn between wanting to share the day with Christa and her fear of discovery. The spa was by no means exclusive, but she would have to sign Christa in as a guest. The odds of anyone they knew seeing the two of them out together at the mall were slim, but if they did it would be very hard to explain. On the other hand she would enjoy the company and she wanted to share more with Christa than just sex. She didn’t know why, she had always assumed affairs were all about sex, but she wanted to spend time with Christa, get to know her and know more about her. Sue decided that she wanted the smaller woman’s company enough that she was willing to risk it.

“You’re welcome to come along,” Sue said after a moment’s hesitation.

“If you aren’t comfortable I understand,” Christa said.

“I’m not real comfortable with it, but I won’t get any more comfortable if we don’t just go out and do it,” 

Christa pulled out of her and rolled over onto her back. Sue felt suddenly very empty, but she knew the day had to start and there was always tonight. She glanced at the Crimson Screw, still coated in her juices and shivered. The temptation to just roll over on top of her small lover and ride was almost impossible to ignore. 

Fighting back the demands her newly aroused sex drive was making, Sue rose and quickly went to the bathroom. She took a very hot shower, enjoying the deep penetrating heat before toweling off and returning to the bedroom. Christa grabbed some clothes from her bag and went to take a quick shower while Sue lay on the bed. The steam rose from her rosy skin and she felt like just going back to sleep. Eventually she forced herself to rise and finished drying off after flipping on the radio. 

As Sue dressed Christa came out of the bathroom. She had on a heavy sweatshirt and tight jeans. Christa rummaged in one of her bags while Sue pondered what to wear. It was brutally cold out, the radio was calling for chill factors below zero. New York presented such a problem for her in the winters, it was so cold out you could freeze in your tracks, but every building had the heat up to max. If you could stand the short walks in the cold and you let the car warm up before you got in, you could wear summer clothes comfortably under a heavy coat. If you went all out for cold weather you were fine outside but roasted once you got where you were going. She decided to dress warm, she would have to strip at the spa anyway and no matter how hard they tried it was always at least tolerably cool at the mall.

She was still leaning on her dresser when Christa came up behind her and cupped her pussy. Sue giggled, but didn’t move away. Christa’s fingers were gentle and felt good as they massaged her. Sue was still a little uncomfortable being naked around Christa, but she was getting more and more accustomed to it. The little woman seemed totally enchanted with Sue’s body and it felt good to be adored. 

“Mmmmmmmmm, we’re never going to get out of here if you keep that up,” Sue said as she closed her eyes.

“Oh, we are going out, I’m just getting you ready sugar,”

“Ready for what?”

“For these,” Christa said as she pressed something cold and metallic to Sue’s entrance. 

“Wha???”

“Shhhh, just relax babydoll, these are called ben-wa balls and they will keep your pussy all nice and happy while we’re out” Christa said.

Sue groaned when the wide metal ball passed her entrance, Christa pushed it in deep with two fingers and then added a second ball. They were cold, but quickly warmed up and once they did Sue became aware of a sensation of being full. It was kind of pleasant she decided.

“Hurry up and get dressed, girlfriend. Wear some tight panties, you don’t want to worry about them falling out,”

“You’re joking? You want me to keep them in all day?”

“Not all day, just while we’re out and I have to be good,” Christa said and winked.

Sue nodded, but could think of nothing to say as she dressed. It seemed to her that Christa was concerned about her staying horny. Sue wanted to tell her that she needn’t be, just having the small woman around seemed to act as an aphrodisiac. Honestly, Sue couldn’t remember a time since their first encounter where she hadn’t been randy. It was wonderful and incredible and just slightly scary how the small black woman made her feel. Craving sex 24/7 was one thing, but there was more to it than that. Christa made her feel alive and sexy and…appreciated, wanted, even adored. More than the sex, Sue realized those feelings could become very addictive very quickly. Bernie took her for granted, somehow she knew Christa never would. Living like this day in and day out would be magical and Sue feared where thoughts like that might lead her.  

Sue’s mind was so preoccupied with trying to sort out her feelings that she found herself in the garage with Christa and couldn’t remember dressing or even coming downstairs. The little butch was holding the door to the Miata open for her and looking at her quizzically.

“You Okay?” she asked.

“Yes, fine, just thinking,” Sue said quickly. She got into the little sports car and Christa had already shut the door before Sue realized she was in Christa’s car. She had planned on taking the van, but she decided not to worry about it. Christa got in and turned on the radio before hitting the garage door opener and backing out. Sue noticed Christa had moved the garage door opener to her key chain and somehow that seemed significant to the married woman, she just wasn’t sure how or why.

“Where to?” Christa asked as she accelerated out of the neighborhood. 

“The complete woman,” Sue said distractedly. Christa began asking questions about her childhood and job and soon they were chatting away like old friends. Sue loved Christa’s accent and found to her surprise that the smaller woman was highly intelligent and had sophisticated tastes in art, music and literature. Sue was used to her husband and his co-workers, she had just assumed Christa was of the same mold. They were working class men with working class tastes and often their lack of worldliness was appalling. Her friends in the neighborhood were the same; they were all working class people living slightly beyond their means. 

Her neighbors read harlequin romances, watched soap operas religiously and considered discussing art or literature beyond that to be “high falutin”. Christa had been to the Met, could discuss art and literature and was conversant in a great number of things. She held season tickets to the opera and often went to plays on Broadway. They were discussing a new play when Christa pulled into the parking lot. Sue started to get out of the car, but stopped herself. Christa came around and opened the car door for her and Sue smiled, it felt good to be treated like a lady.

As they hurried towards the door a raw wind plucked at her coat. Sue barely noticed, as soon as she started walking her mind was ripped away from their conversation and centered on her pussy. The balls seemed to be moving with her strides, caressing her inner walls and sending strong currents of pleasure into her system. Christa held the door for her and they entered the warm lobby.

-----

Sue sat quietly in the passenger seat listening to the rich sounds of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos. It had been a most pleasant and interesting day. At the spa she had gotten the works, manicure, pedicure, massage, even having her bikini area and legs waxed. Christa had spent her time in the weight room and enjoying the whirlpool. Sue had nearly orgasmed on the walk out to the car. She had discovered the secret of the little bundles of joy she was carrying around inside her pussy. As long as she was sitting still they were just a pleasant fullness and she quickly got to the point where she forgot they were even there, but when she was walking it was a different story. Each step made the little balls move inside her and the sensations were just astounding. When they arrived at the mall Sue shivered.

The place was huge and Sue hadn’t been since the grand opening. Four floors of shops and walking from one end to the other was usually tiring. The wind sliced through her coat and the chill penetrated even her jeans and thermals, but it was a minor nuisance. The sensation was inconsequential compared to the two balls moving gently inside as she followed Christa towards the entrance. They seemed to press against her cervix and massaged her insides in a gentle, but persistent way. Sue tried to tighten her inner muscles, but that only intensified the feelings and did nothing to stop the little balls from their gentle onslaught. 

The mall was crowded and Christmas decorations were up everywhere. Christa kept up a running commentary on the people around them, but Sue was fighting an inner battle to keep silent. She tried to stop walking and look at a window front, but Christa took her arm and steered her along. When she looked at Christa the little woman smiled and then winked.

“No stopping for you, I can see your new friends are busy and I don’t think we should interrupt them,” she said in a voice that was so soft only Sue could hear it. When they reached the end of the line Christa led her up the stairs to the second floor. As they started back Sue felt a twinge deep inside. Her panties were soaked and she could feel her lips moving against each other when she tightened her thighs. Every sensation from her loins was hitting her with gale force and she knew she was very close to cumming right there in the mall. Christa seemed to know it too and took her arm, gently but firmly guiding her along.

“Christa!” Sue whispered desperately.

“No stopping babe, I want to see you cum right here in front of all these people. Doesn’t that get you hot? Have you ever cum with such a big audience? Mmmmmm, gets me all wet just thinking about it. I’d love to bend you over and just fuck you like mad right here in the mall. Ever dreamed of that?”




Football Widow Ch. 02



Christa’s words were like daggers and her firm guidance kept Sue from stopping, the pressure was already at the breaking point. As they passed Ann Taylor her body suddenly went rigid, her eyes shot open and Sue clamped her mouth shut. As the waves of pleasure hit she chewed furiously on her inner lip and leaned against Christa for support as her knees went weak. The little butch watched with sparkling eyes as Sue rode out an intense orgasm right there in the crowded mall. When the contractions had dwindled to mild aftershocks Christa guided her to a bench where she sat heavily. The little butch sat next to her and waited until they we out of earshot of the other mall patrons.

“How was it? Your first public orgasm. I have to admit you looked so damn hot. Tell me you didn’t enjoy it, I dare you,” she said smiling. Sue could only shake her head and stare at her new lover. The public nature of it was exciting and she had to admit it made her feel naughty and sexy at the same time.

Sue had orgasmed three more times in the mall, each one had come at seemingly the worst time and she was sure people knew she was cumming. The cross between the intense pleasure and the intense embarrassment had been unforgettably wicked. She had managed to get the new clothes she wanted, but it had been a trial and Christa had worked hard to make sure they kept moving. Sue had started into Vic’s, but to her surprise Christa had stopped her and said she knew a better place to get lingerie so now they were down in the city and Christa was just pulling into a parking place on a crowded street. 

Christa again opened the door for her and once it was closed the little butch took her hand. Sue was a little nervous and they did get a few looks as Christa lead her down a side street and into a small shop, but it felt natural and Sue kind of enjoyed it. At least she could be sure no one here would recognize them, she was the only white woman on the street.

Christa opened the door to a small shop that had the words “The Pampered Lady” stenciled on the glass in gilt script. The shop front was narrow, but the shop was extremely deep and it was filled to overflowing with the most beautiful lingerie Sue had ever seen. From pretty bra and panty sets to bustiers, negligees, girdles and even old-fashioned corsets. One wall held leather and PVC garments while another held maternity lingerie. Another section held racy things like French maid and naughty nurse outfits, cheerleading costumes, Schoolgirl outfits, practically anything that the naïve blonde could have imagined and many things she would never have imagined.

Christa made her way towards the back of the shop and Sue followed, feeling the balls begin to arouse her again with their subtle motions inside her drenched pussy. At the back was a counter and several glass cases holding marital aides, sex toys, books and videos. From a curtained off back room a woman emerged. She immediately caught Sue’s attention. She was taller than the blonde by at least four or five inches and as thin as a rail. Her skin was a dark ebony hue, but her hair was silver and her green eyes seemed to grab a hold of Sue and refused to let go.

“May I help you?” the old woman said in a clipped British accent.

“That’s right, don’t even say hi to me,” Christa said.  The woman turned her eyes on Christa and Sue felt a little relief, the woman’s eyes were hypnotic and strange.

“It’s been quite some time child. It’s good to see you again,” the old woman said.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too Trina,” 

“Where’s Alexi?”

“She left me, over a year ago,” Christa said quietly.

“That would explain why you haven’t dropped by. I told you she was no good for you,” 

“I know, I know, you were right, you’re always right, Okay? Don’t get on my ass about it, that why I haven’t come by,” Christa said almost, but not quite angrily. The old woman’s stern features softened and she smiled.

“So you’ve been out sleeping with anyone who you could find since then.” She said. Christa looked up sharply.

“How’d you know that?”

“I have my ways child. I promised your mother I would look after you and I keep tabs. I would have contacted you, but I know your temper and how you are. You would not have listened, I am rather surprised to see you here, I expected at least another year of you being stubborn and self-destructive before you came to your senses,”

“This is why I didn’t come, I knew you would be all over my ass,” Christa said.    

“No, you didn’t come because you knew I was right and it bothers you to have to admit that an old woman knows more about women than you do.” the older woman said in an amused voice. Christa laughed and the two of them hugged. It was obvious to Sue that they were very close.

“So what brings you here today?” the old woman said. Christa nodded towards Sue.

“My friend needs some things,” Christa said.

The old woman turned those eyes on Sue and slowly examined her body; they stopped on her wedding ring for a moment before continuing up her body.

“You have a lovely body, my dear. My name is Contrina Wellington and most of my customers address me as Ms. Wellington, but since you are a friend of this one you may call me Trina,” she said. Her voice was very commanding and she had a strong presence that was almost magnetic.

“Thank you,” Sue mumbled and blushed as her eyes lowered to the floor.

“Now, what can I do for you today?” she asked. Before Sue could answer Christa moved next to her.

“She needs the works,” Christa said.

“Indeed? Tell me my dear, are you by chance corset trained?”

“No,” Sue said.

“Pity, well there is no time like the present to learn. There is a dressing room through that door, please strip for me while I lock up,” She said, indicating a door. Sue looked questioningly at Christa, but the small woman nodded and smiled encouragingly. Sue stepped into the small room and began to disrobe. She heard a quiet conversation going on outside and couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“A married woman? Have you gone insane?”

“Don’t start, please,” 

“You know bloody well I am going to have my say, so just shut up and listen,” the older woman’s voice said. Sue heard Christa sigh heavily.

“You are a lovely woman, both inside and out. You have so much to offer and eventually you will find a woman who recognizes that. I am tired of watching you throw your love away on undesirables like that bitch Alexi and her ilk. I had hoped you would learn your lesson and now you show up with a married woman. Why?”

“Because I love her,” Christa said simply. There was a long pause then, one that became almost pregnant as Sue removed her jeans. The revelation shocked her, but she didn’t know what to do or say. For a while the conversation was too soft for her to distinguish the words. Her mind turned to her obviously soaked panties and she quietly cursed as she tried to think of a way to hide her excitement. She had given up when the conversation became audible again.

“In all the years I have known you, I have never heard you say those words and mean them. I just hope this one realizes what she has in you,”

Sue chose that moment to come out of the dressing room. She still wore her bra and panties and both women turned to her. She felt very vulnerable and embarrassed.

“Breathtaking. You are truly lovely, my dear. Before we go on I hate to be so blunt, but exactly how much do you plan on spending today? I know the question is rather..crass, but it will influence what I suggest,”

“I don’t know exactly..” Sue began.

“I’m picking up the tab Trina,” Christa said with a smile.

“In that case I will make sure to suggest only the most expensive,” the old woman said and winked at Sue. 

“You would,” Christa said.

“Tell me my dear, do you drink tea?” she asked, apparently ignoring Christa entirely.

“Yes, I love tea,” Sue replied.

“Excellent, Christa, there’s a nice coffee shop around the corner, please go and get us all some tea,”

“For fucks sake,” Christa said. The old woman turned on her and delivered a loud slap. Sue’s mouth dropped open, she fully expected Christa to hit back and was stunned when the little butch rubbed her cheek

“Sorry,” Christa murmured. 

“You should be. You know better than to curse in my presence, you are not too old for me to put you over my knee, remember that,”

“Why do I have to go?” Christa asked, ignoring the threat.

“Because you are as bad as any man. A woman who comes here is looking to surprise her lover; she’s not going to be able to do that if you are drooling while she makes her selections. Now go. I will call your mobile when we are finished”

Sue watched Christa leave with mixed emotions. She would like to surprise the small butch, but the stern old woman intimidated her and she was not sure she wanted to be left alone with her. The terms the woman used had not been lost on her and Sue was very embarrassed knowing this woman obviously took it for granted she and Christa were sleeping together. Once Christa was gone the old woman pulled the shades and locked the door.

“Now that we have some privacy go ahead and remove that hideous bra and panties,” she said.

Sue complied without a thought, somehow it never occurred to her to refuse. She unconsciously tightened her muscles to hold the balls in. Once she was nude the old woman eyed her body critically and took a tape measure and a form from behind the counter. She measured Sue thoroughly, making clucking noises in her throat here and there when she finally finished she put the tape measure away and leaned on the counter.

“I suppose it would be best to get everything out in the open. Christa’s mother was my best friend and when she passed away I promised to watch over her only daughter. You seem a sweet girl and rather naïve, so I must ask, what exactly are you looking for here?”

“I don’t know really. I wanted to get some sexy lingerie and was going to do so at the mall, but Christa said she knew a better place. I…to be frank, my husband doesn’t appreciate me wearing sexy things and I have never seen some of the things here, I am a little overwhelmed,”

“So you are getting things for Christa’s enjoyment and not your husband’s?’

“Yes, I suppose so,” Sue said in confusion. The conversation was surreal and standing nude before this woman with the ben-wa balls filling her wet pussy was unbelievably embarrassing.

“Do you have any idea what will “turn her on” so to speak?”

“No,” Sue said and blushed. The old woman smiled and handed Sue a robe, which she quickly put on. The smile seemed genuine and somehow put her at ease.

“Don’t be embarrassed, despite what you might believe the majority of my customers come here not knowing quite what they want. In your case you are lucky, Christa has brought many of her lovers here and I know what she likes. Just put yourself at ease and trust me,”

“We will start with the basics and move from there, do you need a full wardrobe or just some special items?” 

“I don’t know. I have plenty of everyday things, but nothing that is really sexy,”

“With your body your everyday things should be sexy. A woman feels her best when she feels desirable and that all starts with what is next to your skin. Follow me,” she said and handed Sue a large pink shopping basket. 

The old woman started with panties, selecting thongs, bikinis and even a g-string and two pairs of crotchless panties. She chose vivid colors, with reds, oranges and yellows predominating. A few in black and white and a few in softer colors like powder blue and lavender. Next came bras, peek-a-boos, push ups, strapless and one with cut outs for her nipples. Again bright colors predominated, but the old woman also covered the basics as well. From there they moved to the garterbelts and stockings. Here she chose colors to compliment the bras and panties and several different styles from very simple to very lacy and frilly. 

For about the next hour Sue tried on negligees, teddies, babydolls, penoirs, merry widows and nighties. The colors were still bright, mostly reds and oranges with only a few in basic black or white. Sue’s basket was almost over flowing when the old woman led her back to the counter. She handed Sue a second basket and then smiled gently.

“You are very lovely, it’s so easy to find things that look good on you. I know you are shy, so don’t let this next question bother you all right?”

“All right,” Sue said. She was enchanted with the clothes and the personal attention, it made her feel special and she could just imagine the look on Christa’s face when she saw her in some of the things in that basket.   “Have you and Christa played any sex games? Or is it just plain old shagging?” she asked with a sparkle in her wise-old eyes. Sue blushed scarlet, but found herself answering.

“We haven’t tried any games,” Sue said.

“Well, do you plan on it? I know you are very sexy, but for a woman, keeping things spiced up has a great many rewards,”

“I never thought about it, honestly,” Sue said thoughtfully.

“If you will trust me?” the older woman said.

“Of course,”

Trina led her to the wall with the Leather and PVC first, selecting a few things, then to the costumes. Before they were done, Sue had a French maid’s outfit, schoolgirl, Nurse and little red riding hood as well as a harem girl and what she could only describe as hooker outfit. She was dreadfully embarrassed, but also amazingly turned on. Trina led her to the corsets and pulled out a red velvet model. It had six garters, was trimmed in black lace and had a satin inner lining. The cups were removable and so were the shoulder straps. Sue was enchanted with it the moment she laid eyes on it.

“I thought you might like it. My corsets are made to order and usually take about three weeks, but I can have one like this made for you by next Friday if you can come down for a fitting?”

“I’ll be in the city all week,” Sue said, her eyes still on the corset.

“Excellent, I’ll have these all wrapped for you, if you would like to get dressed; I’ll give Christa a call?”

Sue dressed quickly, her mind filled with images of herself in the new lingerie and the effect she hoped they would have on Christa. Her damp panties were cold and felt strange, but they at least allowed her to relax her inner muscles and not worry about the ben-wa balls. When she came out Trina was putting all of her new lingerie into pretty boxes.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes,” the old woman said. Sue nodded and stood by the counter.

“She’s a very special woman, I hope you realize that?”

“I know,” Sue said. The old woman looked up and locked eyes with her. When she spoke her words were carefully chosen.

“I wonder if you do. I don’t know what your relationship is, if you have a serious interest in her or if this is just a tryst for a bored housewife. She is a sensitive and loving woman; she will make a fine lover and provider for someone. I beg you not to play with her emotions, she has had a rough time since her mother died.”

Sue didn’t know what to say to that. She just watched as the old woman deftly continued to wrap and box her purchases.

“Do you love her?” the old woman said barely glancing up at Sue.

“I don’t know. This is all very new to me,”

“Is there a chance you could love her?” she asked. Sue considered that. There were so many implications in the simple question, so many possibilities and so much confusion on her part. Could she fall in love with Christa? Had she already? If not what was it she felt for the small woman? Surely it was more than just lust. Did she have an answer? Did she even want to face it if she did?

“Yes, I could love her,” Sue said. The words sounded alien coming from her own mouth and surprised her.

The old woman looked deeply into Sue’s eyes and then smiled. Her eyes were very expressive and in them Sue saw great concern, but also compassion and sympathy.

“Scared out of your pants, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Sue said, returning the smile.

“Go unlock the door, my dear, she’s waiting for you,” the old woman said with a twinkle in her eye.

End part II



Football Widow Ch. 03



Trina watched quietly as her goddaughter exited the shop and headed off towards her car. Her arms were full of boxes and she had the blonde girl in tow. The old woman sipped her tea contemplatively. She had not expected to see Christa recover from her heartbreak so suddenly. It was quite a pleasant shock to see her back to her old self. The last time Trina had seen her she was drunk and so down the old woman feared she would try to harm herself. The young woman with her must be something quite special, but she was married and that was sure to cause her favorite more heartbreak. Trina rarely took a hand in any of her goddaughters' lives, but Christa was special. Her mother had been Trina's first lover and the old woman felt a special bond with the small butch. 

Rita came in and interrupted her meditation. The short black woman with flaming red hair and more piercings than Trina cared to count ran the shop during the evenings when the clientele changed from respectable clients to strippers and prostitutes. Trina nodded to her and went out the back door and up the rusting black iron staircase that led to her second floor apartment. Inside she sat at the small dinette and took another sip of her tea. The apartment was neat and homey, with plenty of knick-knacks on display. A lifetime of careful planning and simple living was displayed there. Trina had seen Paris and London, traveled extensively on the continent and made a name for herself in the clothing industry long before she immigrated to America in the late seventies.

Here in America she had gotten out of the design end of the business with a small fortune when she sold her business. She still kept up with the latest in trends and fashion, but the small shop was all that she worried with now. That and her once yearly trip to France for the fashion show of her best friend in the industry were her only real contacts any more. She did, however maintain a finger on the pulse of the industry. Her clients here demanded the best and latest. Trina had a great deal of influence in the city because some of her clients were the wives and mistresses of very powerful men. These clients were hyper conscious of fashion and thus Trina stayed up on the latest trends. 

She toyed with an idea for along time, not noticing as the sun sank and the gibbonous moon rose. With a sudden and purposeful movement she rose and exited the apartment. The old woman would be up now and Trina needed her advice. 

----

Sue and Christa were both quiet as they left the city. Christa spoke finally as they crossed the GW.

"So what'd ya get?"

"None of your business!" Sue shot back. Her mind was already on what set to wear first and she was hoping that Trina knew Christa's tastes as well as she claimed she did. The old woman was right, just knowing that she owned all the sexy undies made her feel more sexy. She couldn't wait to try them all on again, but this time for an appreciative audience. 

"Awww, come on, you know I can't wait to see you," Christa said.

"Well, you will just have to wait," 

"All right, want to go out to dinner tonight?" 

"What time is it?" Sue asked. She suddenly remembered her net meting, but had no idea how much time she had spent in Trina's shop.

"Bout four-thirty," Christa said glancing at the men's wristwatch she wore.

"Shit, I have to be home by five!"

"Why?"

"I have a net meeting, they're going to kill me if I am not on," Sue said in a panic. The little car leapt forward, shooting past others as Christa tromped on the accelerator.

"Don't worry, I'll get you home," Christa said.

Sue turned and began digging through the bags in the back seat. She managed to find a silk top and blazer. While Christa navigated the heavy traffic Sue ripped off her top and struggled into the blouse. She got the blazer on and then grabbed one of Christa's cigarettes. Sue hadn't smoked in years, but the small woman was doing over 90 and Sue was nervous. The first puff had her coughing and her eyes watering. Christa smiled, but couldn't spare a glance at her passenger. The Palisades was packed and she was weaving in and out of traffic with only inches to spare. It wasn't that hard for her, she often drove like a maniac when she was down. Somehow the adrenalin rush always lifted her spirits.

"Skirt?" Christa asked, her eyes never leaving the road.

"Fuck it, I'll be sitting at the desk, no one will see," Sue said distractedly. She didn't even notice the grin that flashed across her lover's face.

As soon as the car stopped in the garage Sue jumped out and ran to the door. She fumbled with the keys before finally getting the door opened and ran to the living room, leaving the keys hanging in the door in her haste. Sue leaned over the desk chair and turned her machine on as Christ came up behind her. The short black woman's hands slipped around her waist and undid the fly of her jeans.

Despite her impatience Sue giggled and tried to grab Christa's hands. The smaller woman simply dug her fingers into Sue's ribs, causing the older woman to squeal and before Sue could react Christa tore her jeans, thermals and panties down to her ankles. 

"What are you doing?" Sue asked as she started the net meeting program and pulled her chair out. 

"Well, since you are going to tease me with all those sexy clothes, I figured I would tease you." Christa said. "Now step out of those things before you sit down."

Sue didn't have time to argue; she kicked out of the pile of clothes at her feet and took a seat. She connected at 5:00 on the button and adjusted her web cam so that it didn't show anything except her torso from her boobs up.

"Hello Sue," Harry's voice came over the speakers. Harry was an older man and head of the auditing department. He had always been kind to her and it was through his intersession that members of the department were allowed to telecommute. The big brass were still not sure that people who didn't come in were actually working.

"Hello," she said and smiled. Her eyes were however not on the screen but on Christa who was crawling under the table. 

"Sue here found the problems, so I'll let her give you an overview," Harry was saying. Sue knew she was in real trouble when she felt Christa's hands gently try to pry her legs apart. Sue squeezed her legs tightly together and began to explain what she had found in her spot audit. Holding her thighs tightly together reminded her of the Ben-wa balls still lodged inside her and she had to really concentrate on what she was saying. She was just getting into the technical jargon when she felt a soft warm tongue on her knee. Sue breathed in deeply and exerted all of her willpower on giving the report to her virtual audience.

Christa was being no help at all, rather than trying to pry her legs apart the small butch began to sensuously lick Sue's knee. Sue stifled a gasp when Christa's small tongue touched the inner part of her knee and continued with her presentation, but Christa's slow licking of her knee moved farther to the inside of her knee and despite herself she felt her thighs begin to relax. Christa's soft hands stroked the outsides of her thighs while her warm tongue slowly swirled over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. 

The smaller woman worked slowly upward and Sue's thighs seemed to part involuntarily. By the time she finished her presentation of the basic facts Christa was teasing the soft skin where Sue's legs joined her torso. Despite her intentions Sue found her legs splayed widely apart, allowing her lover full access to her charms. Harry had begun a recap of what she had said and Sue took the opportunity to glance down at what was going on under the table. She instantly wished she hadn't and tightly shut her eyes to try and remove the image that seemed to be burned into her retinas. 

Christa's face was only inches from her pussy and was framed by her splayed thighs. Her soft pubic curls were damp and the lips of her sex were puffy and swollen. Christa had her tongue out and was looking up into Sue's face with those mischievous brown eyes. A shiver of anticipation ran through her and her over active imagination could almost feel the soft caress of that tongue. Sue knew in seconds she would feel that warm tongue on her pussy for real and unconsciously bit her lip. Even then she barely stifled a moan when Christa lapped gently at her lips.

Sue's legs sprang shut on Christa's head like the jaws of a steel trap, but Christa didn't mind. It was too late now for her victim to do anything to stop her. She dragged her tongue slowly up Sue's lips, working first one then the other from bottom to top. The woman's flavor filled her mouth and Christa loved it. The little butch could hear the guy she assumed was Sue's boss talking, but her mind was focused on Sue. She wondered if the woman could keep her face straight and stifle her moans through an orgasm. Christa doubted it, part of what made Sue so exciting was how she went from prim and proper to uninhibited once she was excited enough. Christa loved this kind of sex, semi public, where discovery would be hugely embarrassing, but also was very unlikely. She wanted the added erotic tension, but didn't want to embarrass her new lover.

Sue's lips were red and angry, it was obvious that she was in a very heightened state of arousal and Christa decided to just go for it. She pressed her tongue between the slick lips and lapped gently at the area she thought contained Sue's clit. For all her experience with women Christa wasn't very good at giving oral sex. Lexi hadn't enjoyed getting it and the girls she had been with afterwards were of the kind where Christa didn't relish the idea of putting her mouth on their snatches. Christa also had found a wide variety in the way girls tasted and only a certain type appealed to her. Sue was just that type, very sweet with only a mild undertone of tangy and almost no salty flavor. She tasted clean and wholesome and was so wet Christa didn't have to worry about keeping her tongue from getting dry. Like almost everything else about her, Christa found Sue's pussy to be perfect.

Sue's hips began to buck and Christa reluctantly ceased her attentions and let the blonde woman recover just a little before she resumed licking. When Sue relaxed Christa gently introduced a finger into her tight passage and began to slowly work it in and out. As soon as her tongue returned to the soft folds Sue's body spasmed and her thighs clenched. Christa couldn't do much, but she didn't really need to. Her finger was pressed against one of the Ben-wa balls and with little freedom she could still push against it causing Sue to shiver. Christa let her finger slide out, but hooked it through the loop of string that was attached to the two steel balls. She then dusted Sue's clit with fast, feather strokes of her tongue and pulled on the string. 

Sue's breath caught in her throat, she could feel the balls moving and Christa's tongue was about to set her on fire. She chewed furiously on the inside of her lip, but she knew it was no use. She was about to cum and there would be no keeping it quiet this time. She had managed it in the mall, but Christa's lips on her body just made it too intimate and intense. Her foot shot out and she desperately stomped on the red power button of the computer's power strip. Even as the screen went black a ragged moan escaped her lips. She felt the first ball stretching her entrance and her mouth formed a surprised "O". She groaned, the lingering sound turning into a moan of pleasure as her pussy contracted violently and she came. Her body undulated from her hips to her neck and she threw her head back. Waves of outrageous pleasure assaulted her and she arched her back even more, until only her ass and the back of her head were in contact with the chair. She was still leaning back in the chair when the second ball exited. Christa continued to lap at her pussy, but reached over and turned the power back on. 

When Sue could breathe regularly again the machine had already booted back up and she started the netmeeting software. Christa crawled out from under the table and stood next to her. As the software began to connect Christa smiled and held up the gleaming Ben-wa balls. They were slick with Sue's juices and the blonde blushed prettily. 

"Look at me baby," Christa whispered and as soon as Sue looked up Christa's hand caught her chin.

"Oh, I think your lip gloss is wearing off, pucker up for me," the little butch whispered. When Sue complied Christa took one of the balls in her hand and slowly ran it over Sue's lips, coating them in her juices. Christa smiled and kissed her forehead, then stepped away from the web cam as connection was established.

"Sue?" Harry's voice came over the speakers, "everything all right?"

"Yes," she replied in a dreamy voice. She was so embarrassed, knowing her co workers were looking at her with her lips coated in her own juices, her thighs spread wide and the scent of her arousal floating around her, but it was incredibly erotic to her. 


"Lost power for a moment," she managed in a more normal voice. She licked her lips and tasted her own sweetness. The seat of her chair was soaked and it slowly became cold, clammy and uncomfortable as the meeting dragged on. Christa carried armfuls of boxes upstairs and smiled at her. Sue knew that the little woman would be visible to her co-workers in the background, but she felt it was simply better to ignore it than to try and adjust the camera to hide her lover. 

Sue was surprised to find her pussy felt empty without the balls in. She wondered if that too was planned by her new lover. She had just cum, but now she wanted sex again. She wondered idly if Christa had just tapped into her latent sexuality or if the little woman was fueling this sudden need for sex. Either way it was damned nice.

"Well, it's agreed then. We will open a full audit on Monday, you guys who come to work by computer make sure you remember where the building is," Harry said and everyone laughed.

"Thanks Sue, we all appreciate your diligence here," he said. Everyone agreed and Sue smiled, wondering how they would feel if they knew she had been getting oral sex through much of the meeting and dreaming about sex with Christa through the rest of it.

"We'll work it like the last audit, everyone take a three day weekend. Get your heads clear and make sure you all download the preliminary report from Sue; it's on the main page. On Sunday I'll have Marge send out the team assignments, I don't want to hear any bitching either, we are too short handed to work the rotations the way we should. See you all Monday,"

Sue answered a few questions from various people and thanked Harry for the praise before she killed the computer and rose. She stretched like a cat and shivered slightly. Christa was sitting on the sofa watching television. Sue walked over and turned the thermostat up a notch before she sat next to her lover. The girl smiled and turned to face her.

"Wanna go out to dinner?" she asked.

"Sure,"

"Like Italian?"

"I love it," 

"Great, go get dressed," Christa said. Sue smiled at the hungry look on her face; somehow she knew that hunger couldn't be assuaged by food.

"Is this just a ploy to find out what's in those boxes?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.

"You know it," Christa said and smiled. Sue laughed and made her way upstairs. She entered the bedroom and locked the door. All of the boxes were lying on the bed and for just a moment the enormity of the choices overwhelmed her. She opened the door and called down the stairs.

"What should I wear?"

"It's a nice place," Christa's voice drifted back up the stairs. 

Sue closed the door and went to her closet. She decided on a dark blue sheath dress with a sweetheart neckline. She hadn't worn this dress in three years. Sue had purchased it on a whim, back when she was still trying to spice up her love life. It was slit almost to her hip and the top was just this side of indecently tight. The dress also clung to her hips in a very provocative way. It was the sexiest dress she had ever owned and was made of raw silk, which made it the most sensuous outfit she had as well. She loved the way it clung to her and caresses her skin. She held the dress up and glanced in the mirror, for the first time in a long time she liked what she saw and smiled.

Sue tossed the dress on the bed and dug into her boxes, she was looking for a particular item. She found it after much searching and pulled it from the tissue paper. It was a powder blue merry widow with beautiful stitch-work to cover her breasts and long garters. It came with a g-string in the same color. Sue quickly stripped off her blazer, blouse and bra and put the merry widow on. From another box she selected black stockings and rolled them up her long legs. The garters were adjustable and in a short time she had them where she wanted them. She pulled the G-string up and glanced in the mirror. The powder blue looked wonderful against her pale skin and the stockings made her legs seem longer and sexier. She pulled the dress over her head and wiggled into it, noticing that the sheer silk left no doubt as to what she was wearing under it. Black heels and silver jewelry completed her outfit.

She carefully did her makeup and spritzed herself with her sexiest perfume. Sue smiled at her reflection. It had been quite sometime since she dressed to entice someone. It was not just to entice this time, she was hoping to have Christa ready to tear the dress off and fuck her silly, and in fact she knew she would be disappointed if it didn't happen. A thought struck her as she walked out the door of the bedroom. It was a fleeting thought, but one that would come back to haunt her many times over the next months. Sue wondered what it would be like to do this every day, to actually have someone appreciate the effort and want her. She felt like that would be the way it was if she was living with Christa and that frightened her almost as much as it excited her.

---- 

Trina sat quietly in the dingy little office. The man who sat across the scarred desk was fat, balding and sweating profusely. He was obviously nervous, but she suspected he was also dying for a drink. His name was Jones and he was an Ex-NYPD detective turned PI. He was also a drunk and the whole place stank of sweat, urine and cheap whiskey.

"Can you do it?" Trina asked.

"Yeah, ain't no man alive I can't follow," he bragged in a gravely baritone.

Trina was still unsure of this, but the mambo had suggested him. Trina wasn't all that sure having Sue's husband followed would yield any results, but the mambo had assured her it would. After reading the signs and doing an augury the old woman promised her that it would assure Christa of happiness. Trina trusted Mama Ju, the old woman had given her sound advice in the past. Trina didn't go in for love potions, spells, wards or hexes, but she had found the old woman was uncannily intelligent and insightful. On several occasions her advice had proven to be the difference in happiness and sorrow.

"How much?"

"Hundred dollars a day," the man said. His eyes were shifty and Trina was no fool. She could see he was as desperate for work as she was to see Christa happy.

"Too much. I'll give you one hundred today and a further five hundred if and when you have something of value,"

"Done," the man said holding out his sweaty palm. Trina paid him and left. Now all she could do was wait.

---- 

Christa pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. She glanced over at Sue and saw her face.

"Is something wrong?" 

"No, it's just that this is my favorite restaurant," Sue said hesitantly.

"Mine too," the little butch said as she got out of the car. She went around and opened the door for Sue.




Football Widow Ch. 03



Sue hesitated for a moment. She was by no means a regular at Taliferro's, but she did know some of the staff fairly well. This was playing a dangerous game and she wasn't sure she was ready for the consequences, but when Christa extended her hand and Sue looked up at the small woman, her misgivings vanished like fog under the morning sun. Christa wore a tuxedo that had obviously been tailored to fit her. She was as sexy as anyone Sue had ever seen in one. The older woman felt her stomach lurch and she realized in a stunned way that if the little butch asked she would have sex with her right here in the parking lot. Christa was that hot and Sue was that horny. She couldn't explain her newfound libido, but she no longer tried to fight the urges. She was learning to love sex again.

When she got out of the car the slit in her skirt revealed her long stocking clad leg and Christa whistled. The small black woman offered her arm and Sue took it with a barely suppressed giggle. They walking arm and arm with her into the restaurant. A tall man in evening attire met them just inside the foyer. 

"Good evening ladies," he said. He showed not the slightest bit of surprise at two women arriving arm in arm. His name was Jacques and Sue had always thought he was the very model of a proper Frenchman. Nothing seemed to ruffle him and no situation seemed to distress him in the least. 

"Martin, table for two," Christa said. The man looked on the register, picked up two menus and led them back to a small booth. Christa held her hand as Sue was seated and then sat across from her. Her dark eyes sparkled in the candlelight and Sue felt her knees go weak. Those dark eyes held passion and hunger, but a love so tender and real that it made her heart sing. 

The waitress arrived and Sue felt herself blush, it was the same young woman who had served her and Bernie the last time they came here. She was a tall girl with platinum blonde hair and kind blue eyes.

"Good evening Ms. Martin, welcome back," she said. 

"Hey girl, how's it going?"

"Business is slow and tips are even worse, nothing has been the same since nine-eleven. They're cutting back our hours and if things don't pick up soon they're going to start passing out pink slips. Everyone is nervous, even Jacques. With this anti-French attitude that's going around he's walking on egg shells," she said. Her eyes moved from Christa to Sue and a knowing smile touched her lips.

"Good evening Mrs. Prescott, nice to have you back with us," she said. Something in the way she spoke let Sue know she surmised Christa was fucking her. Somehow it didn't bother Sue nearly as much as she felt it should have. 

"Thank you," Sue managed. The girl smiled then took their drink orders and left. Once she returned Christa ordered for them both and then lifted her glass.

"Too us," she said. 

"Too us," Sue replied and took a sip of her wine. Christa reached across the table and took her hand. It was a small gesture, but one that seemed entirely appropriate and extremely romantic to the older woman. Her dinner with Christa was everything her dinner with Bernie hadn't been. It was romantic, exciting and tender. Christa ordered for her, selected the wine and in general did all the things she expected of a date. They were playing footsy under the table long before the appetizers arrived and dinner was a lovely period of soft caresses and entertaining conversation.

Christa proved to be exceptionally well rounded and conversation flowed from Monet and Rubens to Bush and Chiraque. For the first time in a long time Sue found herself mentally stimulated and challenged. Christa's views were far more conservative than Dominique's had been, but there were areas where she was quite liberal. Time and again the small woman forced Sue to examine her own assumptions about life and the world. It was profoundly enlightening for someone who had slowly buried her intellect so as not to stand out among her husband and his friends. When the conversation turned to the gay lifestyle and many of the pertinent issues surrounding it Sue found herself listening more than talking.

"How do you feel about children?" Sue asked out of the blue. 

"In general?"

"No, I mean for a gay couple,"

"I love kids. I don't think some of the women I know would be any worse at being a parent than a lot of the straights I know,"

"But I meant for you, would you want kids?"

"I'd have to find a wife first, I think kids need two parents," Christa said.

"I don't think you would have any trouble there," Sue said as she blushed.

"Maybe, maybe not, Why? Are you volunteering?" Christa asked with a smile.

"Maybe, maybe not," Sue replied.

"I'd like to have kids. My Bro donated some sperm to a sperm bank before he got killed in a gangland hit. Most girls I know would make shitty moms, so I haven't really thought about it," Christa said with a shrug. Her foot slipped up Sue's leg to her knee and the blonde bit her lower lip. The conversation moved on to other things, almost as if the subject had been dropped by mutual assent. 

By the time dinner was done Sue wanted nothing more than to go home and make love. Christa's gentle compliments, stealthy caresses and hungry glances made her feel special, beautiful, sexy and loved. Her mind was active and she knew a god deal of her sexual energy at the moment was fueled by having to think on her feet throughout the evening's conversation. 

As soon as they were in the car and moving Sue leaned over in her seat and gently brushed her lips along Christa's ear. The smaller woman's hand moved from the stick to gently squeeze Sue's knee then back to the stick as she negotiated the late evening traffic. Sue continued to nibble on her ear and neck, occasionally running her tongue over the soft skin.

"What's gotten into you?' Christa asked as a shiver ran through her.

"You just make me feel sexy," Sue whispered. Christa smiled.

"Well, sugar, wait till I get out of the city, you're making it hard to drive," Christa said. Sue contented herself with resting her head on Christa's shoulder and stroking her arm. Christa pulled off at the first scenic overlook. It offered a stunning view of the Hudson and of Yonkers just across the river. The trees were all stark and leafless, the river was filled with ice flows and snow was piled on the ground. There were two other cars, both pulled to secluded ends of the parking area. Once Christa stopped the car the windshield began to fog immediately.

Sue slipped her hand down to Christa's lap, expecting to cup her pussy and try to get her worked up. She let out a little squeal of delight when she felt the hard thickness of a dildo.

Christa smiled and eased her seat back as Sue's hands deftly undid the fly of her trousers. She was quietly amazed at how quickly the leggy blonde was becoming a nympho. Not that she was complaining in the least, she was ecstatic. Still, even with her eyes excited and her hands fishing inside the short woman's trousers, she was a lady. Something about her was just so innocent and lady like. Christa had to wonder if she had even dated as a teenager.

The dildo was a jelly type, one that was very flexible and not a pain to wear under her pants. It was dark green and not overly large, but it was still pretty stout. Sue's hand wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke it as she pressed her lips to Christa's. Christa waited a moment, but Sue's lips only grazed hers. When she thrust her tongue out the blonde's sweet lips parted and they began a long soul kiss. When the kiss broke Sue giggled self-consciously and sat back in her seat.

"What's the matter?" Christa asked. "Nothing, I just…I mean…well, can't we just go home?" Sue asked blushing prettily.

"Don't tell me you never made it with anyone in a parked car?" Christa said incredulously.

"Well, no. I never have," Sue said and looked down at the floorboard. Christa wondered how anyone could be so fucking sexy and so incredibly cute at the same time. This woman simply drove her mad.

"Well, its time you learned then baby,"

"Are you sure? Is it safe?"

"No, it isn't safe at all, anyone could pull up and see us, that's half the fun of making out in a parked car," Christa said and smiled.

"I don't know," Sue said blushing again. Christa smiled and grasped the base of the dildo.

"Don't be shy sugar, let go and live a little," she said. 

"What do I do?" she asked.

"Just hike your dress up and climb on," 

Sue looked furtively out the windows of the small car and hesitated, but Christa smiled encouragingly and the older woman seemed to gather her courage. She rose to her knees and pulled the blue dress up, exposing her stocking tops, garters and the G-string. When she was holding the dress above her waist she hesitated.

"What about my panties?"

"Just pull them to one side babe," Christa said. Her voice sounded husky in her ears and she could smell both her and Sue's arousal. Sue nodded and climbed across the small console and stick shift. She then put her knees on the seat, straddling Christa's lap. Christa pushed the cock along Sue's wet lips until it pushed a little into her hot entrance. The blonde was so tall she was actually hunched over, with her head in the back seat. Christa smiled when she heard the contented sigh Sue let out as her hips settled onto the thick dildo. Her tits were right in the smaller woman's face, but Christa resisted the temptation to try and get her dress off her shoulders, instead she let her hands roam to Sue's soft ass and began to knead the fleshy half moons as Sue began to rock in her lap.

Christa smiled to herself and let her boss's wife fuck herself silly. There wasn't enough clearance for Sue to actually ride, the most she could do was undulate her hips in Christa's lap. With the seat fully back Sue's pretty head still was pressed against the car's roof. Her eyes were closed and her face was set as she rocked back and forth in Christa's lap. Gradually her movements became faster and more powerful. Christa just relaxed and watched, only occasionally squeezing Sue's firm ass. She wanted Sue to enjoy herself and in this situation she didn't mind being the passive partner during sex. Sue's features slowly began to relax as her excitement heightened.

There was one thing Christa did want to try and now seemed as good a time as any. She pulled Sue's firm cheeks wide and pressed her finger against the older woman's rear entrance. Sue let out a little squeaking noise, but didn't stop what she was doing. Christa contented herself with just massaging Sue's rosebud, she planned on taking Sue from behind, but that could wait. If the blonde was as inexperienced as Christa surmised, she might even take her anal cherry. That was something that Christa really hoped to do before the weekend was out. 

Sue was moaning and really working her hips when the lights of a car illuminated her. Christa really enjoyed the glimpse of her lover in the headlights before the car moved and the illumination shifted away from her lover. The car was a red Corvette and it pulled in next to them, but Sue didn't stop. She glanced out the window to see a couple watching her. They were both young, a Hispanic guy and a girl with long black hair. They were both smiling as they watched her and Sue felt she should be embarrassed, but the audience only heightened her pleasure. She was too close to stop now anyway. The muscles in her pussy were clenching and unclenching, trying to hold the cock still as her hips slid forward and back. The harness and Christa's barely opened trousers rubbed against her mound with each motion and Sue barked sharply as her orgasm hit her. She rode the waves of pleasure, totally absorbed in what she was doing. When she came down and gathered her thoughts she blushed and glanced back out the window. 

In the other car the driver was leaned way back and Sue saw the girl's head bobbing up and down in his lap. It occurred to her that this overlook was probably one of the local make out spots. Back home the local spot had been a parking lot by the municipal lake called cherry point. Bernie had never taken her there and she felt a pang of remorse. Not for Bernie, but for herself, that she had missed that opportunity as a teenager. 

She crawled off Christa and into the passenger seat pulling her dress down as she did so. The little butch sat back up and shoved her cock back into her trousers. She started the car and let the defroster clear the windows. Christa noticed that Sue was still watching the couple in the car next to them. She smiled, thinking how nice it would be to have someone watching Sue's blonde head bobbing in her lap as the sexy woman gave her a blowjob. Maybe next time, she thought as she started the engine.

The drive home was quiet and dark. Sue felt relaxed, full, satiated and just plain old sleepy. She rested her head on Christa's shoulder fell asleep before they even reached the New York state line. In her dreams she was the girl in the car next to them, giving Christa head. Somehow it just seemed right. 

Christa woke her with a kiss and Sue was surprised to find they were home. The little woman barely let her in the door before stripping the dress from her body and staring at Sue in her lingerie. Sue's libido finally seemed to be put to rest and somehow Christa seemed to know that. They curled up on the sofa, cuddled and watched an old movie before retiring to the bedroom. 

Sue fell asleep in Christa's arms almost instantly and slept the sleep of the dead.

---

Christa awoke suddenly, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. The room was dark and unfamiliar. For a moment she panicked, no longer able to differentiate between reality and the ghosts of her dream. She felt a warm soft body snuggle up against her and with it came a flood of relief and memories of where she was.

Christa sat up and slipped out of the bed. Moving slowly and quietly, so as not to wake Sue, she struggled into her jeans, a shirt, her heavy leather jacket and boots. She walked carefully down the stairs and let herself out onto the back porch. It was freezing out, but the crisp wind and cold seemed to snap her out of the half dream that still filled her head. Christa lit a cigarette and sat in a patio chair. She let the warm smoke fill her lungs and relax her.

The dream always left her like this, disoriented and tense. For three years now it had been the bane of her nights and it never changed. She walked through a world where she was queen and anything was hers with just a word. She had but to reach out and take it and she could have anything, anyone. It seemed perfect until she actually reached for something, as soon as her fingers brushed it, no matter who or what it was it turned to ashes. The dream always ended the same, with Lexi running into the throne room and throwing herself into Christa's arms even as the small black woman tried to dodge out of her way. She was never fast enough.

Tonight it had been different, tonight it was Sue who ran into the ornate room and as always Christa had not been quite fast enough to escape touching her. Christa sighed heavily and exhaled. She crushed out her cigarette and returned to the warm bed and Sue's soft body. 

-----

"Hello?" 

"Hey hun, sorry to call so early, but we're heading out and will be gone all day," Bernie's voice sounded thick over the phone and even after being roused from a deep sleep Sue could tell he was drunk.

"All right, have fun," Sue said.

"We will," he replied and hung up before she could ask where they were going. Sue snuggled back into Christa's warm embrace and tired to go back to sleep, but she couldn't. 

After a while Sue gently disengaged herself from Christa's arms and got out of bed. She pulled her robe on over her sexy lingerie and padded down to the kitchen where she started coffee and began cooking breakfast. Sue was just finishing the eggs when Christa came into the kitchen and swatted her behind.

"Morning," the little butch said as she stretched. She wore only black silk boxers and white T-shirt. Bernie often wore the exact same thing around the house, but on Christa it was sexy where on Bernie it was anything but.

"Good morning," Sue said with a smile. 

Christa sat at the table and Sue served her breakfast and then sat with her own plate. They didn't say anything, just quietly ate. It wasn't awkward at all in fact it was just very comfortable. Almost too comfortable for Sue. She realized she could really get used to this.

"What do you have planned for today?" Christa asked as she finished her second cup of coffee.

"No plans," Sue said, smiling softly as she gathered up the plates and took them to the sink. Christa came up behind her and slipped her arms around Sue's waist. 

"How bout we spend the day at the Met? And maybe dinner and a club or two afterwards?" 

"Sounds like fun," Sue replied as she started to run some water in the sink, but Christa stopped her. 

"Go get dressed, I'll take care of the dishes," the little woman said. Sue happily left the chore to Christa and went upstairs. She took a long hot shower, just enjoying the hot spray. She shaved her pits, legs and even her bikini area before she shut off the water and spent some time selecting her clothes. The radio was calling for more snow and temperatures that would fall well below zero sometime after midday. Sue chose a red satin bra and panty set with matching garterbelt and black stockings. She selected her white "winter" dress as she called it. It was a simple dress that had long sleeves and fell to her ankle. It was made of a heavy brocade material with a satin inner lining. The dress had been purchased for the renaissance fair that she, Bernie and the kids attended every year, but Sue had discovered it was very warm and now wore it on blustery days when she had to go out and jeans just wouldn't do for the occasion. White ankle boots with a moderate heel and wool knit hat completed her outfit.

Christa wore black jeans and her biker boots with a black Raiders sweatshirt and her leather jacket. When they went out to the garage Sue waited by the door of the Miata for Christa to open it for her. The little butch smiled as she opened the door. It hadn't taken long for Sue to give up any pretense of trying to take her van. Christa liked the way in which Sue meekly deferred to her in most every situation. As she drove down to the city she and Sue chatted about all sorts of things, but Christa's mind kept going back to her bed and the restraints. She was beginning to get the feeling that Sue would not only acquiesce to them, but might actually find herself enjoying that aspect of herself, if Christa could bring it out in her.

They made an odd pair at the museum, Sue thought. The tall blonde in her pretty dress and stylish little boots with the short black woman in her leather jacket and jeans. When she mentioned the contrast Christa just smiled and nodded. Christa amazed Sue with her knowledge of art, especially with her seemingly limitless knowledge of some of the painters. Sue was really enjoying herself and the day passed far too quickly. On rare occasions she had managed to drag Bernie with her to the Met, but he was always bored, just there for her benefit. Christa seemed to really love the place as much as Sue did. They left at closing time and stopped in at a diner for dinner. 

"Where did you learn so much about painting?" Sue asked after their food came.

"I took some courses at the New School. I was going to be a painter once upon a time," Christa said with a shrug.

"Why didn't you?" 

"I've gone hungry enough in this life time,"

"Do you still paint?"

"Not since my last relationship ended,"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up bad memories," Sue said. Christa looked at her with an unreadable expression then slowly spoke.




Football Widow Ch. 03



"They're not all bad memories. At first everything was great. I was stupid in love. She wasn't really pretty, not like you anyway. She was just kinda cute, but she was the best looking girl who ever paid me any mind. Trina despised her and my best friend Bethany hated her guts. They both said she was nothing but a gold digging little cunt, who was using me. Looking back they were right, but at the time their resistance just made me more stubborn. I swore that it was love and it was going to work and for a while it did. I didn't see it falling apart. I was just blind in love. One day I went to work and came home to an empty house. No note, no explanation, no nothing. Just all of the stuff I bought for her gone, my credit cards maxed out, a mortgage on a house I had signed for because she wanted it and the note on the car I gave her for her birthday. I pined for a while and then I had to get up and live or go into a shell and die. I chose to live, got a better paying job, paid off my bills, and started over. Now I have a house, car and anything I want. I make good money and have caught back up with old friends. I just have a couple more things to work out and it will all be good," 

"I'm glad you are back on track," Sue said quietly. Christa laughed then, breaking the suddenly somber mood. 

"Things seem to be going my way for a change," she commented and their conversation turned back to art. Christa told her some more of her history and talked of her love of painting. Sue read a lot between the lines and came to believe the small woman still loved to paint, but no longer did so because of the painful memories. When the conversation tapered off Sue decided to take a chance.

"Do you still have your paints?"

"Nah, I tossed all that stuff,"

"Would you paint me?" Sue asked. Christa looked at her critically and cocked her head to one side. She was silent for so long Sue feared she had offended.

"You would be hard to paint Sue. You're too beautiful, it would take someone really talented to capture that. I don't think I am up to it,"

"What if I do?"

"What if you do what?"

"Think you're talented enough," she replied. Christa laughed. Sue was happy to see it wasn't derisive laughter or self-mocking.

"We artists are pretty eccentric. Would you be willing to pose nude?" Christa laughed. It was obvious she was trying to make light of it, but Sue wouldn't let it go.

"I would for you," she said as she blushed.

"You're serious?" Christa asked. All trace of humor was gone and she seemed very serious all of a sudden.

"Very serious,"

"Well, if I ever get some paints and we have the time, I'll think about it, how's that?"

"Perfect," sue said smiling. The subject was dropped and they finished their dinner in a strange silence. Sue felt she had surprised her smaller lover and she felt good. She was sure it was a good surprise, although she would have been hard pressed to explain just how she knew if someone would have asked. When they finished dinner and were back in the car Christa turned to her.

"Feel like hitting some clubs? Or do you want to go home?" 

"I haven't been out to a club since my friend Amy's bachlorette party, years ago," 

"Didja have fun?"

"Oh yes, it was great fun, but I was a lot younger then,"

"So do you want to? Or don't you?"

"Well, yes, I suppose I do," Sue said. 

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Christa slid the car into an empty space on the street across from a large building. Sue was a little apprehensive, they were somewhere in the warehouse district and she was completely lost. The building was dark, but a large neon sign proclaimed The Golden Triangle in garish yellow superimposed on a triangle that seemed vaguely familiar. As they crossed the street and entered a dark foyer Sue unconsciously moved closer to Christa. Inside the main doors was a lobby of sorts with a large woman in a leather jacket sitting behind a makeshift counter. The walls were covered in posters of various bands and signed photos of famous and semi-famous people.

The bouncer was platinum blonde and wore her hair is a severe bob, with several piercings including her eyebrow and nose. Under the jacket she wore no shirt and a large expanse of her chest was readily visible, including the golden hoop through her left nipple.

"Ten dollah cover, two drink minimum," she said in a bored southern drawl.

"Damn Kay, don't even say hi," Christa said.

"Christ, I hain't seen you in coon's age girl," the blonde said as she grinned and extended her hand. Christa shook the woman's hand and laughed. 

"Beth around?" Christa asked.

"Yeah, probably in the back, you know the way," the woman said.

"Take it easy," Christa said as she guided Sue into the club's interior, the cover charge seemingly forgotten. 

The inside of the club was huge with more than half of it taken up by a dance floor. On a tall dais several banks of speakers were clustered around mixing equipment and decks forming an open DJ booth. Four suspended cages hung at each corner of the floor with ladders that led up to them. Banks of lights cast multicolor beams on the floor. Booths lined the walls and in the back there were tables and chairs. There were two massive bars, one along the back wall and one along the sidewall in the front. 

In the front part of the club there were pool tables and a few video games. Several women played pool or sat around watching those playing. The dance floor was empty and there were relatively few people sitting in the back. At the moment there was no DJ and the music was top forty stuff. Christa took Sue's arm and guided her towards a door near the back that was marked Private. As they neared the door it opened and a statuesque blonde wearing a long gown made of black satin came out. She stopped and stared at them as they approached, her blue eyes locked onto Sue and gave her a slow once over.

"I didn't expect to see you this weekend," the woman said. Her words were addressed to Christa, but her eyes were still drinking in Sue's loveliness.

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect to be out. Sue, this is Bethany, you can call her Beth. Beth, this is Sue,"

"So pleased to finally meet you, my dear," Bethany said.

"Pleased to meet you," Sue said. She was a little confused and the woman's undisguised admiration made her feel very self-conscious. Beth was breathtakingly beautiful and seemed to have the same ability to make her feel nervous as Christa did on occasion. It was something in the demeanor, some kind of powerful self-confidence that put her out of sorts.

"Beth owns the place," Christa said when the silence became awkward. 

"It's very nice, I love the name," Sue said, almost too quickly. Beth seemed to be amused by her discomfort, but smiled reassuringly.

"Thank you, when I opened it was appropriate, but I shave now. Still, it beats the bald pussy doesn't it?" she said with a smile. Sue blushed crimson as she suddenly realized the triangle on the clubs logo looked just like a woman's pubic triangle. Christa chuckled then moved a little closer to Sue. Before she could say anything a table was overturned and all three turned to see two women in a fistfight. A tall brunette was mercilessly beating small oriental girl.

Sue had seen a few of the "cat fight" variety fights in her life. Hair pulling, scratching, maybe a little biting, but she had never seen anything like this. The taller woman was screaming, cursing and beating the smaller girl bloody. With a vicious motion she ripped the smaller girl's top open, exposing small firm breasts in a lacy green bra. There was a circle of women around them, urging them on. Sue was a little upset to hear bets being made on who would win. 

The small girl only hit back weakly and soon curled up on the floor. The taller girl stood and aimed a kick at her head, but two large women Sue assumed were bouncers because they wore black satin jackets with the club's logo on back, grabbed the tall girl and dragged her, still screaming from the club. Another big woman in a black jacket with the club's logo on back looked questioningly at Beth.

"Her too," Beth said. The big woman dragged the smaller girl to her feet and was trying to push her to the door.

"You can't throw her out like that," Sue said. The whole place got quiet and everyone was suddenly staring at her. She felt very uncomfortable, but refused to back down, it was freezing out and the poor girl was obviously injured. Beth nodded towards the back room almost imperceptibly and the bouncer steered the reeling girl that way. Sue followed them into a nicely appointed inner office. The bouncer half carried and half dragged the girl to a leather sofa and allowed her to collapse on it. Sue knelt and examined her face.

"Can someone get me some hot water and a washcloth?" she asked. Beth nodded to the bouncer again. Sue noticed that Christa was leaning on a big desk with a satisfied little smile, but she didn't have time to wonder about it. She used a tissue from her purse to try and staunch the bleeding from a cut over the girl's right eye. When the bouncer returned Sue used the warm water and bar towel to clean the girl up as best she could. The girl winced several times, but her soft brown eyes showed appreciation for the care. When Sue was done the girl sat up and tried to pull her ruined top together.

"You know the rules, Emilitta," Beth said in a not unkind vice.

"Opo, I shall not return, but I did not go after her woman," the small woman said.

"Of course you didn't," Beth said.

"Thank you," the girl said and hugged Sue. Her small breasts pressed into Sue's and she found herself enjoying the sensation. The girl rose and exited. 

"Is she really not allowed to come back?" Sue asked after she was gone. Bethany chuckled.

"Emilitta is a regular my dear, as is her attacker. We have very strict rules here about fighting, doing drugs or causing a scene. The rules are strict, but banishment for life isn't among the punishments. I'm tough, but not that draconian, at least not yet. She simply meant she wouldn't try to come back tonight, which is against the rules if you are evicted for any reason. This club is frequented by a large number of women who do not wish their lifestyle to become a matter of public record, thus we do everything possible to ensure the police are never called here. Now, you obviously need to wash up, there's a private bathroom through the door behind my desk," Beth said and pointed towards a door. Sue nodded went to wash the blood from her hands. As soon as she was out of earshot Beth turned on Christa.

"No wonder you didn't tell me what she looked like, where on earth did you find such hot piece of ass? And a real sweetie too,"

"Ain't she?"

"Sweet enough to care for someone she doesn't even know, strong enough to voice her concern, gentle enough to help and yet…Sexy enough to have me wondering what she's like in the sack," Bethany said. She smiled like a Cheshire cat when anger flashed across her friend's features.

"I bet those long legs would feel nice wrapped around my waist," she continued, watching her best friend get madder. Bethany wasn't just picking at Christa for fun; she was trying to get a feel for just how deeply her friend had fallen. She had watched Christa self-destruct after Lexi left her and much like Trina, she had agonized over what to do or if she should do anything at all. Unlike Trina, Bethany had seen it close up and on a nearly daily basis. The way Christa was reacting now confirmed her worst fears. It was obvious to her that her little friend was head over heels for the pretty blonde.

"Is she as good a fuck as she looks?"

"Lay off, Beth,"

"Oooh, a little touchy aren't we?"

"Fuck off," Christa said, but smiled despite herself. Beth laughed and hugged her friend.

"So how is your plan working?"

"I don't know. Sometimes it feels like she's already mine and other times I feel like I'll never have her. She's so fucking difficult to read sometimes,"

"Different world girl,"

"What?"

"She comes from a different world. This ain't one of those hos you been picking up. She isn't going to just throw her life away and follow you cause you're good in the sack. You ain't asking her to leave a roach infested apartment to come live with you in a nice house, you are asking her to give up safety, security and a lot more,"

"So you're saying I got no chance?"

"No! Why you always taking the low road with everything I say? I'm your friend damnit. You got plenty to offer, maybe even enough for a classy woman like she seems to be, but you're gonna have to offer more than just a roll in the hay and a clean place to sleep. You're gonna have to open up and let her see all you got inside and I don't know that you're willing to do that yet,"

"Beth, I want her,"

"Want in one hand and shit in the other, see which gets full first. This ain't about what you want girlfriend, it's about what you're willing to give. It don't take nothing to want, it takes a hell of a lot to give. For over a year now I been telling you to watch yourself and not to wear your heart on your sleeve. You never listen and you let these bitches get to you. Now, I want to tell you to go for it, but I'm afraid of telling you anything, cause you're so damned stubborn you just do the exact opposite of what I say to be contrary,"

"I came here tonight so you could meet her," Christa said quietly.

"You think I don't know that? She looks about as comfortable in here as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Hell, I bet she hasn't ever been to a gay club in her sheltered little life. But she's here, with you and that shows me she trusts you. You had it right on the phone, she's a real lady. Either your taste is improving or you're finally getting out of the funk you've been in,"

"So what should I do?" 

"Be yourself. If Christa Martin isn't good enough for her then she's not worth worrying about," Bethany said earnestly.

"I need help Beth, not clichés. Your bring home "good girls" all the time, what should I do?"

"Keep on doing what you're doing, be her friend, show her a good time, treat her like she's special, fuck her brains out and then hold her while she falls asleep. Just don't get too caught up in the sex. I know it was your only in with her at first and you want to keep her wanting it, but sex is only a small part of a real relationship and you want her for more than just a fuck here and there don't you?"

"Yeah, I want her for my wife. I want her in my home and in my bed. I want to spend the rest of my life with her,"

"You surprise me sometimes girlfriend. I think you really mean that and I am happy to see you are ready to quit being a player, I just wish you had found someone who wasn't already attached," 

"Now you sound like Trina," Christa said and laughed. Before Beth could reply Sue came out of the bathroom and joined them. She stood close to Christa and was very demure. Bethany actually found herself envying Christa, there was something about this woman that was incredibly sexy, but not in the in-your-face way she was used to from most of the femmes who frequented her place. Sue was distant, wistful, totally unpretentious and vulnerable. The combination made her extremely desirable.

"Well, I hope you both enjoy yourselves tonight. I'll drop in on you later, right now I need to make the rounds," Beth said. They followed her out into the club, which was quickly filling up. There were women dancing on the floor now and most of the tables were taken. Christa led Sue to one of the booths with a reserved card sitting on the table. Christa tossed the card and helped Sue sit before sliding in across from her.

Christa watched Sue while she glanced from place to place, taking in all the sights the club had to offer. There were a lot of women on the floor bumping and grinding or showing off their moves. Sue seemed to be captivated by the scene on the floor and her eyes returned there again and again. Christa was about to suggest they dance when Sue's attention seemed to shift to the tables near the back. She turned suddenly and slumped in the seat of the booth.

"What is it?" Christa asked. She looked at the tables, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.

"That woman in the red dress. It's Denise Crawford. She works with me!"

"So?"

"I can't let her see me here!" Sue said in a panic.

"Shhhh, relax baby. If she's here then she's gay too, what's the big deal?" Christ said reassuringly.

"But…" 

"No buts, you gotta understand something Sue, this place is closet dyke heaven. You may see a lot of people you recognize and I don't mean people you know. That cute weathergirl from channel 16 is in here all the time. Councilwoman Ferrerra, Donna Chintele from the commercials, professors from Columbia, CEOs, doctors, lawyers, even politicians. Beth pays a small fortune to keep this place off the radar screen. The police never raid her and Kay out front used to work for the Times. She knows every media personality in the city and no reporter ever gets in here without Beth's personal approval. You just gotta relax baby,"

Sue nodded, but remained dubious. She was watching Christa when the small girl smiled. 

"Don't look now, but your friend is coming over with her girl," 

Sue only had a moment to compose herself when she heard a voice behind her.

"Sue?"

"Hello Denise," she managed to say. Denise was one of the auditors in Sue's group. She was a thin woman and ten years older than Sue. Her once raven hair was now streaked with silver and a few crow's feet had gathered around her deep hazel eyes. They had always enjoyed a good working relationship, each impressed with the other's skill, but had never been friends. There wasn't any animosity between them; they simply had never been around each other enough to strike up a friendship as they both telecommuted.


"I thought it was you, but I kept trying to convince myself I was going crazy. You know Wilma of course, she was sure it was you,"

Wilma Teague was a cute girl of nineteen. She was compactly built, with a lithe body, brown hair and flashing green eyes. Her father was one of the larger stockholders and had secured her an internship in the auditing department while she was attending classes at Columbia. She was cute, vivacious and totally unsuited to be an auditor. Her mind was sharp, but her attention span was too short and she didn't possess the patience or attention to detail that the job demanded. Despite her shortcomings she was the most popular girl in the department, especially with the men and Sue was even more shocked to see her here than Denise. Christa stood up and slid into the seat next to Sue.

"Won't you join us?" she said. Sue blushed when she realized she hadn't introduced Christa.

"Wilma, Denise, this Christa. Christa, these are two of my co workers, Wilma Teague and Denise Crawford," "Charmed," Christa said as the pair sat across from them. Denise seemed almost as ill at ease as Sue felt, but Wilma seemed totally relaxed. Denise hesitated a moment then began to speak.

"So, I had some questions about the irregularities in marketing…"

Sue tried to listen and answer Denise's questions, but the entire thing was so surreal to her that she had trouble keeping her mind on the conversation. Before the discussion could become too involved Wilma leaned over and grabbed Denise's head. She kissed the older woman passionately. When the kiss broke Denise was blushing.

"Can't we save this shit for Monday? I'm sure Christa doesn't care and I don't either. Sue? Do you care? I didn't think so, save work for the workday, we're here to have fun,"

"All right," Denise murmured. Despite being older it was pretty obvious who was in charge in their relationship.

"Good, no more shop talk. Sue, you gonna enter the cage dancing competition?"




Football Widow Ch. 03



"Competition?" 

"Yeah, every Friday night. They have cool prizes for the winners, as if showing off your groove thang to a club full of hot butches isn't prize enough," Wilma said laughing. 

"I don't think so," Sue said. 

"Aww, come on, it'll be fun. We can do it together, when there are two girls together they almost always win," 

"No need to decide now, it doesn't begin for a couple of hours," Christa said, coming to Sue's rescue. Sue smiled at Christa who winked at her and took her hand under the table.

"Yeah, anyone want something to drink?" Wilma said as she rose.

"I could use a Heinie," Christa said.

"Wine for me," Denise said. Sue was still feeling very nervous and Wilma turned before she could answer. 

"I hope you will pardon her, she's a wild child, but that's part of the reason I love her so," Denise said apologetically.

"That's all right, Sue can get a little wild sometimes too," Christa said and grinned when Sue blushed. Christa squeezed her hand and Sue felt herself get all tingly. No matter what, the little woman made her feel sexy and it was a nice feeling. Denise rambled on about how she and Wilma had started dating. She seemed to be talking just to fill the space and was obviously as uncomfortable as Sue. Wilma returned and placed drinks in front of everyone. The one she gave Sue was a frothy pink drink in a hurricane glass. Sue sipped it tentatively and found it tasted like fruit punch with no alcohol taste at all. 

Sue continued to gawk like a tourist downtown. There were so many things she found fascinating. Her eyes were drawn again and again to the dance floor. The variety of women and the different ways they were acting and dancing was fascinating. The first one to really attract her notice was a tall black woman in biker leathers and boots. She was dancing with a pretty oriental girl in a red Dior dress. Nearby a Goth girl was dancing with a short woman in denim jeans and jacket. Women in corporate attire rubbed elbows with girls who were just one step away from public indecency. Tall and short, thin and fat, black and white, Asians, Indians, teenagers, matrons, every size, shape, type and walk of life seemed to be represented. A live DJ was now spinning the songs. She was short and plump with a red Mohawk and way too much makeup. Sue realized the place also had a fog machine when the Dj sent white smoke coursing across the dance floor. The dancers became ethereal then, almost like something out of a dream. Just vague outlines undulating to the wild music. 

She was nearing the bottom of her glass and feeling a little light headed when Wilma got up to get another round. Christa and Denise were talking like old friends, discussing the place and the changes they had seen over the years. Sue finished up her drink as Wilma put another before her and joined in the conversation as it turned to recent events. She was feeling better, less anxious and more comfortable in her surroundings now. The conversation was light and moved from topic to topic with little direction. Sue was impressed with the way Christa seemed able to keep up and seem at home with Denise and Wilma. She had a feeling she wouldn't do half as well if they were sitting at a table with Christa's friends. 

Wilma left the table again and Sue assumed she was going to get another round of drinks. When she returned empty handed and smiling the tall blonde suddenly felt nervous.

"Well, I signed us up," she said grinning.

"No way," Sue said instantly. 

"Oh, come on Sue, you're so fucking hot, there's no way we can loose," Wilma pleaded.

"Absolutely not,"

"Christa, make her do it, you know half the women here would give their right arms to see her up in the cage!" Wilma pleaded.

"I can't make her do anything, it's totally up to her," Christa replied.

"Please Sue, I want to win, just once, please?"

"What's the prize tonight?" Christa asked.

"Jackets like the bouncer's wear," Wilma replied enthusiastically.

"Really? Beth isn't skimping on the prizes then. Always wanted one of those jackets," Christa said mildly. 

"Indeed I'm not skimping, those jackets are more than three hundred dollars each," Beth's voice said. Everyone turned to face her.

"You should sell them, you'd make a fortune," Wilma said.

"No, selling them would not be a good idea. The only reason they are so coveted is because they are so hard to come by and the only way to get one is to win the competition or work for me,"

"Or sleep with you," Christa added with a grin.

"Well, that of course," the blonde said smiling. She motioned to the bartender and one of the bouncers brought over another round of drinks.

"On the house," she said and moved off to chat with other customers.

"Please Sue?' Wilma returned to wheedling. Sue looked at Christa, but her lover merely smiled and watched her with a neutral expression. She thought about the stacks of boxes at home in their bedroom. Well, in her bedroom. Funny how she thought of it as their bedroom, she thought. Those boxes represented a lot of money and a lot of things she was very pleased to have. If Christa wanted one of those jackets, well maybe, just maybe she could get one for her. It would be a small return for all of the joy, pleasure and happiness the little butch had brought her over the last few days.

"What do I have to do?" Sue said while taking a gulp of her drink to screw up her courage. When she took a big gulp she could taste the burn of the alcohol. Vodka she thought. "Can you dance?"

"A little,"

"Just leave it to me, do what I tell you and we are sure to win!" Wilma said excitedly. She was bursting with energy and talking a mile a minute. Sue glanced at Christa, but she gave no indication of anything. In fact her face was totally blank. Sue couldn't tell if she was pleased or annoyed and wondered if this was such a good idea after all. All too quickly the music was cut off and Bethany began to speak into a hand held mike.

"Well Ladies, its finally time. The moment you've all been waiting for. Four cages, five minutes, six girls and anything goes. Tonight's guest judges are ready, and so are our sexy contestants. So ladies, sit back and enjoy and don't forget to vote for your favorite. Ballots are on the tables and will be picked up after the competition by your waitresses. Contestants, enter your cages,"

"Look, just stay all shy and demure, act like you normally do, okay? I got an idea that sure to win!" Wilma said.

"That should be easy enough," Sue said under her breath. Wilma dragged her by her hand to the ladder and the pushed her up. Sue was very aware of all the eyes on her and again thought this was a bad idea, but she was already here and committed so she tried to smile. Wilma apparently had aspirations to becoming an actress. She orchestrated their rise and once in the cage she began to whisper urgently to Sue, all the while keeping a broad smile on her pretty face. The girls climbing to the other cages were stunningly beautiful and Sue began to regret trying this even more, there was no way she could compete with young beauties like these.

"Don't worry about the others. Just do what I tell you and all eyes will be on us. This is so awesome, I get so stoked when I know all the women in the club are checking me out. Can't you feel it? It's like a jolt of pure sexual energy," she whispered. Sue did feel it, almost like a live current. From the cage she could see all the women in the booths and at the tables. She could feel the eyes on her and despite her reluctance she did feel the sexual energy.

"All right contestants," Beth called over the mike, "when the music starts you have five minutes to impress the judges and the crowd. Ready? Go!"

The music started off with a strong hip-hop beat. Sue was about to start dancing, but remembered Wilma's instructions and so stood stock-still. Wilma danced around her in a provocative manner, while quickly shedding her pink top. Her breasts were small and rode high on her chest, coved only by a pink bra. She pressed them together, then cupped them and pushed them upwards, towards Sue's face. When Sue didn't react Wilma's hand slipped behind her and in an instant her bra joined her top on the floor of the cage. 

The girl's tits were soft and slightly less firm than Sue's own. They rode low on her chest and were capped by small pink aureoles and tiny nipples. Her chest was freckled and her skin was very pale, almost transparent. She slipped behind Sue and caught a handful of the blonde's hair. 

"Bend over and grab the bars when I push," Wilma instructed. The young woman pushed Sue over and she obediently caught the bars with her hands. She was now bent at her waist, wither legs still locked and her weight supported totally on her arms. Wilma squatted down behind her, keeping her knees wide so anyone in front of them could see she wasn't wearing any panties. She caught the hem of Sue's dress and with a stage flourish rose quickly and flipped it up over the older woman's back. Sue cringed as she felt the heavy material settle on her back and shoulders. She knew anyone standing behind them could now see her black stockings, red garterbelt and red thong. Because the thong was so brief they could also see most of her ass. Cheering broke out as Wilma grasped Sue's hips and began to simulate fucking her in time to the music.

Sue's head was down, her hair spilling over her face when a stinging slap to her ass brought her head up sharply. Wilma caught a hand full of her blonde hair and pulled back on it like a horseman holding the reins of his steed. Her hips were undulating and crashing into Sue's ass. With her free hand Wilma pushed Sue's hips down until the older woman could feel the girl's hips pressed against her panty covered mound with each thrust. Despite her embarrassment, or maybe because of it Sue began to hump back, meting the girl's thrusts. She felt her nipples hardening and the dampness forming between her lips.

Wilma suddenly spun Sue around and forced the older woman to her knees. She tangled one hand in Sue's long tresses and with her other hand she pulled her skirt up, She wore no panties and her mound was clean shaven. Her lips were puffy and gaped open slightly. Wilma spread her legs and then pulled Sue's face into her crotch. Her pussy was extremely wet and smelled overpoweringly musky. She was working her hips in time to the music and grinding her crotch on Sue's face. 

"Grab my ass," she ordered urgently. Sue did and held onto the girl's wildly rotating ass as the music wound down. Wilma was riding Sue's face now, apparently oblivious to the fact that the music was winding down. Sue could tell that the small woman was fast approaching orgasm. Her ass cheeks were hot and smooth in Sue's hands.

"Eat me!" she screamed.

Sue suddenly pulled the girl's hips tightly to her face. She flattened her tongue and ran it once between the girl's slick lips. With a groan Wilma came, shuddering through her orgasm as the crowd went wild. She tasted very salty, but Sue thought it was probably from the sweat of her exertions. She was a little shocked she had done it, but for some reason she had always taken orders well. Still, she was terribly embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from licking wildly at Wilma's wet pussy. 

The lights came up and Sue stood up dazedly. She wiped her face with the back of her hand and helped Wilma gather up her clothes. Many hands helped her down the ladder and not a few took the opportunity to cop a feel of her ass and legs. Sue didn't mind, her one thought now was to return to the booth and Christa. The little butch had been slowly building up the excitement in public exposure and now Sue was very hot and horny, but she wanted only to be with Christa. She slid into the booth and caught her lover's hand. Christa smiled and kissed her deeply. Wilma was all over Denise and it was obvious that the young woman was still very turned on.

"Did you enjoy that?" Christa asked.

"It was strange…embarrassing but, yes, it was very erotic and I enjoyed it," Sue admitted.

"Good," Christa said as she slid her arm around Sue and held her tight. As they sat and chatted with Wilma and Denise several women came over and introduced themselves. Most were butches and threw barely concealed glances and comments at both Wilma and Sue. Wilma flirted with many of them, which left a scowl on Denise's face. Sue was polite, but was careful to stay tightly against Christa's side. While she thought Christa enjoyed the looks the women were giving her she didn't flirt. She had eyes only for her lover and Christa seemed to bask in the attention other women were giving her. 

"Well Ladies, the votes are in. Tonight's prizes go to the girls in cage four, let's hear it for them," Beth announced several minutes later.

Wilma and Sue walked up to the DJ's booth amid applause, catcalls and more than a few propositions. Beth gave them each a jacket and a kiss on the cheek. Wilma stayed to collect congratulations from many of the women, but Sue hurried back to the booth. She looked at Christa and then hesitantly held out the jacket.

"Keep it babe, I have a jacket and you don't tonight, but…thank you,"

Sue smiled and put on the jacket. She then snuggled up next to her lover in the booth and sipped on her drink. She had worried that Christa would be upset with her for showing off. The small woman seemed to have a jealous streak, but Sue now understood more about her lover than she did when the night began. The way her eyes sparkled when other women were looking at Sue with hunger in their eyes made it clear to Sue that Christa reveled in being with her. It made Sue feel wanted and needed and at the same time it made her feel even closer to the little butch. She felt it was an ego boost to the little woman and Christa certainly had provided one for her. Sue was very pleased with herself in being able to return that favor.

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The interior of the little sports car was warm and dark. Outside the window trees flew by and the rhythm of the road lulled Sue. The jacket was warm and she snuggled deeper into the seat. 

"Did you have a good time tonight?"

"Yes, it was exhilarating,"

"Did it make you hot showing off for all those women?"

"No. What made me hot was knowing that you were watching," Sue said.

"Just me?"

"Yes, it gets you hot watching me show off. Knowing that all those women are looking at me seems to really make you feel good because you know I'm with you, so I like it because it means you're happy,"

"You're cute," 

"Why do you say that?"

"Cause you are,"

Sue smiled and leaned her head on Christa's shoulder. The rest of the drive was quiet and long before they reached her subdivision she has faded off into a gentle sleep. She awoke to Christa softly shaking her.

"We're home sugar," she said in a very tender voice. Sue nodded and allowed herself to be helped out of the car. They made their way through the darkened house to the bedroom where Sue turned on her bedside lamp rather than the overhead light. The soft lighting was cozy and their first kiss was comfortable and loving.

It was a strange feeling for Sue because everything was comfortable and felt so right. She knew what Christa wanted, knew what she wanted and knew that both would get it. There was no erotic tension tonight, just a happy knowledge that she was going to get laid. It would be the perfect ending to a wonderful day. What she couldn't know was that Christa had a surprise for her. 

As soon as the kiss broke Christa stood and quickly stripped. From her bag she took out her harness and once it was on selected a long thin dildo. While Christa was doing this Sue rose to her knees and shrugged out of her dress. On impulse she picked up the jacket and put it back on and grabbed Christa's biker cap. When the small woman noticed she burst out laughing. Sue smiled back and pressed her breasts together seductively.

"So what? You want to be my little leather bitch tonight?" Christa asked as she stroked the thin cock. Sue giggled and nodded.

"All right then, on your knees bitch," Christa snarled.

Sue quickly rolled over on her hands and knees while pushing her ass up and letting her chest rest on her arms. Christa climbed on the bed and delivered a stinging slap to Sue's beautiful ass as she knee walked between her legs.

"Ow!" Sue yelped. Christa ignored the exclamation and lined her cock up with Sue's wet lips, holding the thong out of her way. This dildo was thin and slipped easily into Sue's wet pussy. In a few strokes it was coated with her juices and slicing into and out of her with ease. 

Christa fucked Sue with the long slim dildo in a slow languid motion. She didn't try to build the tempo, but kept it slow and easy. Her hand moved from Sue's hips to the soft half moons of her ass and gently pried them apart. Her rosebud was small and pink and Christa smiled broadly. 

"Sugar, you ever been ass fucked?" Christa said.

"No, never," Sue said. 

"Want to try it?"

"I don't know…I've heard it's really painful,"

"Ya trust me doncha?"

"Of course,"

"Good, cause I want to fuck your beautiful ass tonight," Christa said as she began to massage Sue's rear entrance with her finger. She continued the slow, deliberate rhythm of her fucking as she unhurriedly worked a finger into Sue's ultra-tight rear. The blonde groaned softly, but didn't try to move away. Christa slowly began to slide her finger in and out, keeping time with the dildo. Again it was slow and unhurried; in fact she took extra time to just allow Sue to adjust to having something moving in her ass. The red garterbelt framed her beautiful ass and Christa simply enjoyed the view for a while. She held the thong to one side with her free hand, it would be easier to just take it off, but it seemed better to leave it in place. 

She finally withdrew both her finger and the dildo, leaving Sue empty. Christa inserted two fingers into Sue's wet pussy and pumped them in and out a few times. Once they were slick with her juices the small butch rubbed the slick liquid into Sue's anus. She slipped a finger in and began to slowly fuck the blonde. Only when Sue began to press back on her finger did she remove it and grasp the dildo. She rubbed the slim head against Sue's ass and slowly focused in on her rosebud. Once she was sure she was on target she began to press forward. 

"Relax sugar," She whispered when Sue tensed.

Sue nodded and tried to relax, but her body seemed to have a mind of it's own and tensed to stop the invader as soon as Christa began to apply pressure. Her body seemed to be pleasantly relaxed and in a warm and hazy state, but her mind was very clear. It formed a strange juxtaposition in her perceptions, as if time were flowing more slowly in her mind than it was around her body. The first thing she was intensely aware of was that she was committing adultery in her marriage bed. Right along with that was the knowledge that she was having anal sex for the first time, something she had adamantly refused to try with her husband the one time he had broached the subject. She was also highly conscious of the way her lingerie felt on her body, of the sensuousness of the satin as it caressed her tits, waist and hips. She was aware of how much nastier it seemed to be having sex while still clothed and how erotic the whole thing was. Above all she was conscious of Christa. Of her touch, her presence, the way she was so careful of Sue's feelings and her love. It was love she felt, real love, not just lust. It was the kind of love two souls could share for lifetime. Sue knew instinctively that she returned that love, God help her, but she did.

Her mind was pulled back into the flow of time when the tip of Christa's cock slipped past her sphincter. Pain shot through her in a quick stab that took her breath away. She fought back the gasp that came to her lips and tried to relax. Christa seemed to know exactly what she was doing keeping up a steady pressure, but not thrusting forward. Sue tried very hard to relax, but in the end it was that steady gentle pressure that forced her muscles to give way. Her breath came in a gasp as the long thin dildo slid deeply into her bowels. It hurt, god it hurt terribly when it first penetrated deeply into her and Sue cried out despite herself. As the pain faded she felt her inner muscles gripping the plastic intruder, trying to get used to it. Soon she became aware of a strange sensation.




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It was a strange feeling, lewd, dirty, but so incredibly sexy at the same time. Christa held still, letting her adjust to the fullness. After a while she began to slowly rock her hips. The sensation of the dildo moving inside her was intense and Sue found herself moaning as Christa's motion became stronger and the accompanying sensations began to escalate in intensity.

"That's right baby, you like getting that little ass fucked don't you?"

"Yes," Sue barked. She was moaning now and thrusting back with her hips to meet Christa's driving lunges. Christa released the thong and grasped both of her hips. Her athletic body seemed to go into over drive, her hips crashing against Sue's upturned rump. 

"You got such a tight ass girl," Christa groaned. She had never enjoyed fucking anyone as much as she was enjoying this. The visual stimulation was incredible. She watched as Sue's ass tried to hold the dildo in and was drawn out on her out strokes. The long blonde hair, creamy skin and startling contrast of the red garterbelt were just incredible.

"I'm gonna cum soon sugar, play with your pussy for me. Come on baby, I want you to cum before I do," 

Sue snaked her hand between her legs and began to rapidly stroke her clit. The dildo sliding into her was producing such strong pleasurable feelings, Christa's hands on her hips, the little butch's words, the evening at the club. All seemed to merge into one peak of pleasure and Sue screamed as she felt her orgasm take her. She collapsed on the bed and Christa collapsed onto her back. For a long time she just lay there, basking in the after glow and enjoying the after shocks. Finally Christa rose up and pulled the dildo out of her ass. 

Sue wasn't exactly sure how it happened, but her next conscious memory was of lying on her side with Christa curled up against her back. She reached out and killed the light and as the room plunged into darkness she noticed the time on her alarm clock. Three o'clock in the morning. It was Saturday.

End part three



Football Widow Ch. 04



Christa woke slowly, easing out of her dream world and back into the real one. She was able to enjoy the comfortable bed, and the warm, soft body next to her made the transition from sleeping to awake very enjoyable. Sue slept soundly next to her in the big bed, and the room was still dark, although a false dawn bathed the room with its weak luminescence. The deep rhythm of Sue's breathing was comforting as was the heavy blanket. 

Christa could feel the cold air on her face, and realized the temperature must have fallen drastically, overnight. She hated the cold, but silently slipped out of the warm bed and went down the hall to turn the heat on for Sue. Since she was up, the small woman dressed quietly and went down to have a cigarette. The air outside was so cold her breath seemed to freeze, as it left her mouth. Even without the cigarette, a wreath of white vapor surrounded her head, when she exhaled. The entire back yard was covered in a deep layer of fresh snow. The cold air seemed to find every opening in her clothing, and quickly cleared the last of the cobwebs from her head. 

She wanted to return to the warm bed upstairs, and to Sue's lush body, but her mind was also on her own home. It would be cold there, and lonely, she thought. At least another foot of snow had fallen, and she began to worry about the roof. The carport was an addition, and the contractors hadn't provided sufficient slope to deal with really heavy snows. So much had fallen; recently, she began to worry that she would return only to find the roof collapsed. 

Despite her fears, she didn't want to leave Sue. Their time together was very precious to her. Of course she would have to be gone when Bernie returned, but she hoped it would only be for a while. She had really fallen for the tall beauty. Imagining coming home to Sue took up the rest of her cigarette and, unlike her usual custom, she lit another. It was only Saturday, she reasoned, and Bernie wasn't due back till Monday. Perhaps she could convince Sue to come to her place for a day or two. It would allow her to make sure things were all right back home, and would also afford her the pleasure of seeing Sue in her own home. She knew such images would be invaluable to her during the long off-season when they couldn't be together. She crushed out her cigarette and contemplated lighting a third, before deciding against it and returning to the house.

***

Sue awoke and instantly realized she was alone in the bed. She could hear the central air unit working hard, and felt the coolness of the room on her face. She rolled over onto her back, and a host of new sensations flooded in on her. The most powerful was an aching from her ass. It seemed to be coming from deep within her body and throbbed in time to her heartbeat. Other sensations also intruded upon her consciousness: the sensuous feel of her lingerie against her skin, the prickly sensation that let her know she needed to shave her legs soon, the deep aches in her muscles, an incessant itch in her pussy, which she was starting to believe she would never be able to fully satisfy again. 

Over all was a deep lethargy, a kind of languid good feeling that she was more and more often associating with being well fucked. There were many things about her new lover she didn't know, but one thing she was absolutely sure of was that Christa knew how to satisfy her. Yet, even that satisfaction only left her hungry for more.

Dubiously eyeing the distance between the bathroom and the bed, she tried to decide if it was worth getting out from under her warm blankets. Eventually, she decided it was, and dashed across the cold room, into the relative warmth of the bathroom. Her reflection in the mirror was strange, it was definitely her, but somehow different from just a few days before. She looked good, vibrant, sexy, and alive. All of the things she had once seen in that mirror and worried about; the lines in her face, the slight sag to her breasts, the little bit of weight she now carried - they were still there, but no longer bothered her. 

She bemusedly realized that Christa had changed everything for her. Not that the small woman had turned back the years and given her the body she had when she was younger, but her ardent attention and constant compliments had changed Sue's perceptions of herself. That was heady stuff, and she wondered if she would ever be able to go back to Bernie and her life as a neglected housewife.

Tossing such dangerous thoughts aside, she stripped and climbed into the shower. The hot spray felt good and quickly worked the tension out of her sore muscles. She shaved her legs with more than usual care, and also shaved her pits and touched up her pubic triangle. Smiling at herself, Sue thought it was all very silly, but she didn't want Christa to see her at less than her best. Sue wrapped herself in a towel and exited the bathroom, but stopped short and stared. The bed was made and an outfit was laid out for her. She glanced around, but the room was empty. Smiling, she wandered over to the bed and examined the items. Black stockings, a black garter belt, black pushup bra and matching panties seemed incongruous when compared to the jeans, heavy sweatshirt, skullcap, wool socks and boots. She dried herself and began to dress, humming, never questioning why. 

Once attired, she made her way down to the living room, to find Christa watching TV. One of Sue's large travel bags was packed and sitting on the sofa, along with Christa's smaller one. The short woman was dressed in her leathers, and Sue silently admired her for a few moments.

"Are we going somewhere?" Sue eventually asked. The little butch turned and smiled at her.

"That depends on you, sugar. I have to go back to my place and check on things. I was hoping you'd like to come along for the ride."

"Going to check on your place requires an overnight bag?" Sue said as she arched an eyebrow.

"No, but I figured that once we got there we might decide to stay. It's kinda cold, out, and the roads are bad," Christa said. The words were delivered in a grave tone, but the twinkle in her eyes told Sue that there were ulterior motives. She really should be here, in case Bernie called or if her mom needed something for the kids, she thought. On the other hand, she could always dial into the answering machine and check for important messages. She was very curious about what Christa had planned and felt herself getting excited. She was still not used to the world being full of the possibility for sexual adventure, but her body was definitely attuned to the prospects. 

"Well, since the roads are bad, you're probably right. It's better to be safe than sorry," Sue said with the same mock gravity in her voice that Christa had used. They both laughed and Christa killed the TV before picking up their bags and leading Sue out to the car. The drive over was pleasant enough, but there was very little conversation. Christa was concentrating on keeping the car in the plowed part of the road and Sue was filled with a nameless anxiety that she tried hard to define.

She felt like she was crossing some boundary, one from which there was no return. She tried hard to make herself believe she was being silly, but the feeling persisted, mixed in with one of sexual anticipation. She was sure Christa had planned something once they got there and Sue found herself looking forward to it. She realized she was quickly becoming a nymphomaniac and the only thing that bothered her was that it didn't bother her at all. She should feel cheap or used, but she didn't. Sex with Christa just seemed right and as hard as she tried to deny it, she knew deep down she was falling in love, that it wasn't just a cheap, physical gratification. Now, she was going to her lover's house and she had no doubt they would end up in Christa's bed. She felt guilty for it, but she just couldn't bring herself to be sorry anymore. 

Sue was a little surprised when Christa pulled up to the guard shack at the entrance to a gated community. She was even more surprised at the beautiful ranch house the smaller woman stopped in front of. The home was easily twice the size of the one she and Bernie shared and despite the piled up snow it was obvious that Christa kept it up well.

"Well, sugar, we're home," Christa said, after killing the engine.

"It's beautiful," Sue said, still staring at the beautiful home.

"It's not bad, but a bit much for one person," Christa said as she got out and opened the trunk to get their bags. Sue followed her up the snow-covered walk to the door, wondering if that statement carried more significance than the flippant tone implied. The interior was spacious, but Sue was a little disappointed to find the furnishings were so modern. Christa seemed to notice when she wrinkled her nose and the small woman laughed.

"My last girl bought the furniture. I just haven't gotten around to getting rid of it. Come on up to my room, it's more to my tastes," she said as she lead the way upstairs. The bedroom was furnished in traditional cherry furniture and was tastefully decorated. Sue took in the huge bed, the massive armoire, all the other features, but her eyes settled on the easel set up in the corner with a blank canvas on it. Christa was watching her intently as she walked over and gently touched the taunt material stretched over its frame. A palette with dried oils and a mason jar filled with brushes sat on the bench nearby. There was a heavy pine scent in the air that Sue recognized. Only turpentine smelled like that. She noticed another jar filled with clear liquid and a third that held a translucent yellow liquid. 

She looked at Christa expectantly, but the small woman was just watching her. Her face was unreadable, almost like someone's poker face. It gave away nothing. Sue turned back to the blank canvas and in her imagination it became filled with color and life. She had always wished she could create something, but had never had the talent. She looked back at Christa and then screwed up her courage.

"Will you paint me?" Sue asked. Christa didn't reply immediately, but continued to stare at the tall blonde until she blushed and lowered her eyes.

"Are you sure you want me to," Christa said and slowly moved toward Sue. "I'm pretty exacting in what I demand from a model."

As she spoke she reached out and began to gently stroke Sue's side. The blonde felt her tummy contract and a knot of desire rose in her. It was still disconcerting that the small woman could do that to her. She had already agreed to pose nude, but she felt a sudden tension in the room. A sexual energy seemed to be crackling between them and she knew that Christa would demand more than her being nude. 

"What do you want?"

"Well, if you really want me to paint you, then you're going to have to let me pose you the way I want. You'll have to hold still for a long time," Christa said. Her hand slid over and around Sue's hip, squeezed her behind. "And there are a few other things." 

"Like what?" Sue whispered.

"I'll tell you if you agree. If not we can let it drop," Christa replied. Her hands were now both gently kneading Sue's ass and for an instant the married woman thought about refusing and just getting down to sex with Christa. As appealing as that was and as much as her body wanted it, she wanted to see Christa paint even more. Sue was also enchanted with the idea of being the person in a real painting. In her imagination she saw herself in her favorite Rubens, The Union of Earth and Water. 

"I agree." 

"Are you sure?" Christa said in a very quiet voice.

"Yes," Sue said, nodding as she spoke. Christa stepped back and her face became hard. Well, hard really wasn't the word, Sue mused, but very intense and focused. Christa cocked her head to one side and seemed to be examining Sue critically.

"Lose the clothes. Keep on your garter belt and stockings, but everything else goes," Christa said in a commanding voice. Sue was trembling slightly as she disrobed, her fingers unsteady. Something in the quality of Christa's voice had changed and the change was incredibly erotic. 

Christa walked to the bed and stripped it. She went to the closet and pulled out a red satin comforter, which she spread over the mattress, stretching it totally flat and very taut. The little butch looked up and smiled at Sue before reaching under the bed and pulling out a length of stout nylon with a heavy leather cuff connected to it. From each corner of the bed she pulled a similar restraint and laid them on the deep red comforter. The stiff heavy black leather made a strong contrast to the soft crimson velveteen of the comforter and Sue felt a chill travel down her spine when she imagined herself secured to the bed by those heavy cuffs.

"Still up for it?" Christa asked. Sue tried to speak, but no words would come. She was staring at the restraints and her mouth felt suddenly dry. Eventually, she managed to nod, not trusting her voice. Christa smiled and returned to the closet. She brought out a strange looking pillow covered in the same material as the comforter. It looked a lot like the seatback cushions that she and her roommate had used in her dorm room many years before, except the armrests were fatter and rounded. Christa placed the cushion on the bed and then indicated that Sue should get on the bed too. 

"Just sit back on your heels and face the window," Christa commanded. Sue complied and Christa moved behind her. Sue felt the cool material of the cushion as it was pushed against her naked behind and thighs.

"All right, just lie back," Christa instructed. Sue leaned back and Christa caught her upper body, easing her onto her back with her rump raised by the cushion. The comforter was made of velveteen and felt deliciously cool and smooth on her back. Christa got off the bed, took her left leg, and stretched it out towards the post at the foot of the bed. The small woman then did the same with her right leg. She pushed and pulled the arms of the cushion until they were lying directly beneath Sue's thighs, ending a few inches from her knees. The black woman then picked up one of the heavy leather cuffs.

"Last chance to back out," she said, lovingly fingering the restraint. When Sue didn't move, she unbuckled the cuff and placed it around Sue's ankle. The leather was thick and stiff, and as Christa redid the straps a feeling of unreasoning panic assailed Sue. She fought it down and closed her eyes. Once it was buckled in place Christa moved around the bed and locked her other leg into a matching cuff. She then moved to the head of the bed and attached the restraints to Sue's wrists. Next she caught the tabs and slowly pulled all of the slack out of the restraints. As Sue was pulled tightly down, spread-eagled on the bed, she realized that the cushion forced her hips and ass up while the restraints pulled her thighs open. She blushed when she imagined what a sight that would provide for the artist. Christa moved from her view and Sue assumed she was readying her paints. She was quite shocked when Christa returned to her field of vision holding a thin red vibe and a translucent blue pleasure egg.

"What are those for?" Sue asked as she licked her lips. Christa only smiled and placed them on the bed between the tall blonde's legs. She then retrieved a tube of lubricant from her nightstand, crawled between Sue's legs and began gently stroking her fingernails over the skin of Sue's tummy and hips. Sue closed her eyes and hissed when Christa's fingers grazed the edge of her mound. 

"You like that don't you? You like being under my thumb don't you baby? I can do anything to you I want. You know that don't you? I can put on black beauty and fuck you all evening and you can't do anything to stop me. Or I can just tease you until you break down and beg for it like you're my little slut. Would you like that sugar? Would you like for me to just go ahead and fuck your little pussy? Hmmm?"

"No, I want you to paint me," Sue moaned. The small woman's words were like fire in her veins and the feeling of total helplessness was delicious beyond anything she had ever known. Even without Christa's fingers gently stroking her skin she would have been hot, but now she was as horny as she had ever been. The rough leather cuffs felt strange, but they were undeniably erotic to her. The knowledge that Christa could do anything she wanted to her was particularly sexy, if a bit frightening. 

Christa laughed and began to work some of the lube into Sue's sore anus. Sue wiggled against her fingers as much as her bonds would allow, but gasped when she felt Christa press the head of the thin vibrator to her entrance. It was well lubed and slid into her body with only a mild complaint from her muscles. Once it was all the way in Christa pressed a small button on the controller and it began to vibrate. It was a deep vibration for such a small device and sent ripples of pleasure into her pussy through the thin membrane that separated the two canals. In short order, the pleasure egg filled her vaginal canal and added its own competing vibrations. Christa stood up and went to her nightstand again. From the top drawer she took out two old fashioned wooden clothespins with red cloth padding over the tips. Sue stared at them with apprehension, but Christa only smiled and sat on the bed next to her helpless model.

Christa stroked Sue's breasts until her nipples stood out. She took one in her mouth and sucked hard, lashing the sensitive bud with her agile tongue. Once the button of flesh was standing out from the surrounding aureole she carefully applied the clothespin to it. Sue groaned as the dull pain intermingled with the pleasure from the vibes. Christa moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the process. Sue barked this time, the second pin seemed to be tighter and bit harder into her sensitive skin. Christa kissed her nose, smiling impishly and left the bed. Sue watched as the small woman set up her easel on a box at the end of the bed and then placed another one before it. 

She went to the closet and rummaged around for a while, before returning to the bed with a pair of impossibly high heels. They were black patent leather with six-inch stiletto heels and a strap that went around the ankle and was secured with a gold heart shaped padlock. These Christa placed on Sue's dainty feet, the ankle strap falling just below the leather cuffs. They weren't uncomfortable, being a size or two too large and Sue assumed they were just props, obviously far too large for Christa's feet. Not that she could picture the little butch wearing come–fuck-me heels anyway. Christa rose, surveyed her handiwork, winked at her captive and left the room.

Sue was left alone to contemplate her predicament. At first, the nagging pain from her nipples was the strongest sensation, but over time, it was eclipsed by the incessant shivers of pleasure emanating from her pussy and ass. Being tied up and helpless added its own thrill as did knowing she was in Christa's bed. Before long, Sue began to squirm and wiggle as much as her bonds would allow. The vibrators were devilishly arranged so that they brought her a great deal of pleasure, but not enough to reach orgasm. All of her squirming was ineffectual, as there was no way to bring even the slightest stimulation to her now throbbing clit. Time seemed to slow as the muscles in her back tensed up and relaxed. 

She was beginning to think Christa had forgotten her when a noise at the door made Sue turn her head. Christa was standing there, just leaning on the doorframe, watching with a self-satisfied little grin. Sue's eyes were half closed and she could feel the light sheen of sweat on her skin. She had never wanted anyone like she wanted Christa right then. She was willing to pay any price, but she just had to feel Christa's skin on her own.




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"Please," she whimpered. Christa smiled broadly and unzipped her leather pants. She stepped out of them and her black silk boxers, before approaching the bed. Sue strained to move as the black woman climbed onto the bed and then straddled her supine body. Christa rested her ass on Sue's aching breasts, moving the clothespins and reviving the throbbing pain that had settled into the background of her consciousness. With her right hand the little butch reached down between her legs and began to slowly stroke herself. Her eyes were closed and her body seemed totally relaxed, except for the muscles in her arm and hand. Sue looked on in fascination as Christa unhurriedly continued with her ministrations, seemingly oblivious to Sue's burning stare. 

Sue watched as Christa's fingers slowly became coated in her juices. The aroma of her arousal filled the helpless woman's nostrils and the feel of her satiny skin was excruciatingly sensuous. From her loins the tireless toys sent a never-ending stream of pleasure and the clothespins sent an equally relentless throb of pain, but her eyes were locked onto the spectacle, so tantalizingly close. 

Christa slowly massaged her pussy and then used her fingers to spread her lips, offering Sue a view of the soft inner folds. She used two fingers to hold her lips apart and gently fingered her clit with her other hand. Sue groaned, partly in frustration, partly in arousal, and craned her neck forward, but couldn't quite make contact. Christa smiled and continued to gently stroke her clit, but her eyes now bored into Sue's. The blonde's body jerked as if she had been burned when the wetness from Christa's pussy began to accumulate on the skin of her chest.

"You want something?" Christa asked teasingly. 

"Yes," Sue moaned.

"Well, tell mama what it is her baby wants."

"I want to...you know," 

"Not good enough baby. Tell mama what you want."

"I want to eat your pussy," Sue whispered. 

"Good girl," Christa said as she slid forward and onto her knees, mashing her now very wet lips to Sue's. Sue began to lick frantically at the pungent flesh, burrowing her tongue in as deeply as she could. Christa held still for a while, enjoying her lover's ardent attention, but soon she was rocking her hips. As her pleasure mounted, she rode Sue's face with frenetic jerking motions of her hips, biting her lower lip to keep back the cries of pleasure when her orgasm hit. She continued to hump the pretty blonde's face until her body suddenly stiffened and then went limp. Sue was still licking and sucking, trying to get all of the wonderful juices she could when Christa abruptly dismounted.

The short woman stalked to the foot of the bed, snatched up her palette, and quickly squirted oils onto it. She added solvents and bases before mixing the colors. Christa then turned, stepped up on the box, and began to slap paint onto the canvas with a palette knife. Sue was nearly mad with desire and craned her head up to watch.

"Put your head back and hold still," Christa barked. 

Sue did the best she could, but the vibes were driving her to distraction and the view of the canopy quickly became boring. Without visual stimulation her mind began to concentrate on the sensations from her loins and the dull throb from her nipples. Forcing herself to hold still seemed only to intensify the vibrations, until she began to believe she could feel every little movement as a separate sensation. How long it went on she would never know, but Sue was whimpering and shaking like a leaf in a strong breeze when Christa put her brush down and walked over to sit on the bed beside her.

"You can move now, baby. How you holding up?" she asked gently.

"I think I'm going to go insane," Sue mumbled. Christa laughed and then caught one of the clothespins in her hands. She looked deeply into Sue's eyes and then brutally jerked it off. The blood flowed back into Sue's nipple and the dull throb became a white-hot flame. Christa's mouth quickly covered the nipple and she sucked hard, lashing it with her tongue. A pins and needles sensation followed, mingling with the pain and pleasure she was feeling from Christa's active tongue and lips. Sue's mind was unable to separate the incoming signals into coherent patterns or definitions. Pain was pleasure, pleasure was pain, the two were intermingled and inseparable. Christa nipped her with small, sharp teeth and then was gone. Sue barely noticed. By the time the throbbing subsided and she was able to think clearly, she raised her head to see Christa totally absorbed in the canvas.

"Hold still damnit," the little butch ordered when her eyes briefly left the canvas and returned to Sue. Sue didn't care about being painted anymore, she just wanted to get fucked. The throbbing little vibes felt as if they were shaking her insides loose and she was no longer acting on a rational level. She was elemental woman and she needed sex.

"Come fuck me," she begged, ignoring Christa's command.

"No. You asked for this, and you agreed to it, so shut the fuck up and hold still." 

"I don't want to hold still, I want you inside me," Sue whined.

"Shut up and hold still or I'll leave you there all fucking week," Christa snarled. The threat seemed to penetrate the haze of need and Sue threw her head back and clamped her lips shut. Sue was now very conscious of her helplessness. It was frightening, but also intensely erotic. She chewed unconsciously on her lower lip as she fought to make her mind focus on something other than the humming vibes. She tried her children, her parents, even Bernie, but nothing would distract her for long. Time simply lost all meaning and her pussy became the center of the universe for her.

Christa stopped painting and sat on the other side of the bed. Even before her small fingers seized the second clothespin, Sue knew what was coming. Despite that, she sill screamed when the pin was yanked off and the blood flowed into her nipple. Christa licked and teased for a few moments and then returned to her canvas. Her face was set in a determined scowl and Sue was afraid to move. Somehow, her little lover seemed dangerous now. There was a hard edge to her that was wildly exciting and more than just a little intimidating. Time again passed in that strange, disjointed way as her mind closed back in on the two relentless intruders.

"All right, you can move you hot little bitch," Christa said as she wearily put her brushes down again. She looked absolutely drained and Sue felt a motherly need to hug her, but she couldn't move. She watched as Christa trudged over to her bag and pulled out her harness. She effortlessly buckled it on and when she attached the huge black dildo, Sue actually moaned.

"Guess that sweet little pussy is telling you it wants something huh?"

"Yesssss," Sue hissed, the sound drawn out and sibilant. Christa smirked as she climbed onto the bed and pulled both vibes from Sue's lower body. Sue felt strangely empty, almost as if her vaginal passage and ass were now gaping holes. Obviously, this wasn't the case, but the removal of the toys and even more, the cessation of the vibration left her feeling disconcertingly empty. 

Christa didn't allow her to suffer for long. She lined the massive black phallus up with Sue's entrance and shoved hard with her hips. Several inches of hard plastic shot into Sue's already soaked pussy, which caused her eyes to flare open wide and her lips to form a surprised "O", as the air was forced from her lungs. Christa seemed to take no notice, bearing down with all of her weight and the strength of her legs as she drove more of the cock into her captive lover. 

"Slow," Sue whimpered, but her words seemed lost. Like the small voice of a child in an empty auditorium the sound seemed to echo hollowly through the room. Christa jabbed forward with her hips again, sinking more of the thick shaft into Sue's yielding body. What followed for Sue was neither totally sexual bliss nor totally a hellish nightmare, but a curious blending of the two. Christa's face was an inhuman mask of concentration, her eyes staring down, but seeing nothing, as her body drove the huge cock in and out with the regular strokes of a piston. She seemed so disconnected and impersonal it really threw Sue. Not being able to touch her, or hold her or do more than accept her cock was also thrilling and yet disturbing.

The driving cock filled her and stretched her open on the down stroke, only to leave her achingly empty as it withdrew. Her sensitized nerve endings were misfiring; sending shuddering waves of pleasure to her already overloaded brain. She felt her muscles contract violently and a piercing screech issued from her lips as her first orgasm hit her. It struck full force, like a freight train ripping through a barrier of tissue paper. Even as the powerful contractions weakened a second series of shocks ripped through her. The huge cock continued to assault her, neither slowing nor allowing her screaming nerves any respite. Christa was like an automaton, driving into her with a measured stroke and showing no emotion at all.

"No, no, no, no, no," Sue whimpered as another mammoth orgasm blotted the world from her mind. Strange patterns appeared behind her tightly shut eyes, dragons and star bursts and fanciful creatures. She heard a shuddering voice moaning softly and only vaguely realized it was her own. Another orgasm ripped through her and her feral scream was unlike anything she had ever heard before. 

With breathtaking suddenness, Christa withdrew and scrambled to her easel. Sue lay panting and shaking, as the black woman worked on, a strange gleam in her eye the only sign of emotion on her otherwise expressionless face. 

Sue was just starting to regain control over her body when Christa put her brushes down. She tossed a cloth over the easel and clumsily removed her harness. Sue was off in that otherworldly land that a fully satiated woman finds herself in. She was only vaguely aware of Christa moving around the room and it was some time before she was even recovered enough to open her eyes and take an interest in her surroundings. 

Christa sat on the box in front of her easel, looking completely worn out. Sue had had sex with Christa enough to know what she looked like when she was exhausted, but now she looked totally drained. If any image ever conveyed the complete expenditure of a person's energy, it was Christa at that moment in time. Sue realized she was witnessing the face of someone who had given her all in the creation of something, she was awed by it and more than a little flattered. The restraints were beginning to chafe and Sue felt a strong need to urinate. She tried to speak, but her tongue seemed swollen and stuck to the roof of her mouth. Her first words were an incoherent slur.

"What?" Christa said looking up dazedly.

"I need to pee," Sue managed. Christa stared at her blankly for a few moments and then shook her head, as if to clear it and shakily got to her feet. She fumbled with the restraint on Sue's left leg, eventually managing to loosen it enough so she could undo the cuff. Sue was still feeling minor aftershocks and wasn't thinking very well, but she did realize something was wrong with Christa.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I...I really get into my work when I paint," she replied as she loosened the strap on Sue's other leg. There was something in her tone that precluded further conversation. Sue was very curious, she had heard a lot about how artists could become absorbed in their work, but the need to relive herself was becoming hard to ignore and she didn't know how to broach the subject anyway. As soon as her hands were free, she rolled over and tried to stand. The high heels might have caused her to fall over anyway, since she was unused to them and they were too large, but her buckling knees were the real problem. Sue collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Christa helped her back onto the bed and unlocked the little padlocks. As soon as the shoes were off Sue tried again and this time made it to the bathroom. She took her time, not only relieving herself, but waiting until her legs seemed to be working and giving her body a quick wipe down with a damp wash cloth. When she got back to the bed she saw that Christa had pulled the covers off the floor and wrapped herself up in them. She looked very much like a small child, curled up and asleep with the blankets pulled tightly around her. Sue carefully joined her, snuggling up close and holding her tightly.

***

Sue awoke sometime in the night. Her heart was racing and her breath coming in shuddering gasps. She couldn't remember anything about the dream, except that it had been hideously frightening. Christa was gently shaking her.

"You all right babe?" she asked. The room was totally dark, but Sue could almost see the concern on her face from the tone of her voice.

Sue nodded, still trying to get her heartbeat and breathing under control. Wisps of the dream echoed through her mind, but any time she tried to draw one in and examine the fragment, it was gone, as ethereal as smoke. Christa gently pressed one of her small breasts to Sue's face and the older woman sucked in the soft nipple. Gently sucking, she faded back into a troubled sleep as the nipple hardened in her warm mouth.

Morning found her bad dreams gone and her body strangely relaxed. Like a child on Christmas Day, her eyes were drawn to the canvas. She was sure Christa had covered it to keep her from peeking, but she was curious and feeling mischievous. She gingerly disengaged herself from Christa's embrace and got out of bed. Sue had to suppress a giggle when she realized she was walking on tiptoe and acting comically girlish. Her fingers had barely touched the cover when an amused voice broke the silence.

"Do and I'll burn it."

"Oh, fiddlesticks," Sue said, turning to see Christa sitting up in bed and smiling at her.

"Come back to bed, sugar." 

"Can't I just take a little peek?" Sue asked.

"Nope, not until it's done."

"How long will that be?" Sue asked, as she hesitantly turned away from the easel and crawled back onto the bed. 

"A few weeks, maybe longer. Depends on my mood."

"A few weeks?! But...but...but, Bernie will be back before then!"

"Yeah well, you'll just have to find a way to get over here won't you?" Christa said as she kicked back the blankets. 

"That's so unfair," Sue said, with a cute little pout on her face. Christa smiled again and got out of the bed. 

"It's such a bitch being a model isn't it?" Christa said with a grin. 

"I think the artist is being the bitch today," Sue replied petulantly. 

"That was low," Christa replied as she entered the bathroom. As soon as the water was running, Sue moved towards the painting. She glanced around suspiciously and then quickly lifted the cover. The canvas was blank! A pristine white, without a speck of paint on it.

"What the fuck!' she blurted out. 

A maniacal laughter came from the bathroom. Sue stomped into the bathroom, ready to scream bloody murder, but the sight of Christa naked in the shower, with the hot water beading on her mocha skin caused the words to die in her throat.

"Last night after you went back to sleep I moved it to my studio on the top floor. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck sugar did you really think I would leave it out? That's too much temptation for a little fluff like you."

"Stinker," Sue said while pouting.

"Don't just stand there looking fuckable, climb in and scrub my back," Christa said, turning her back to the tall blonde. Sue sighed and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good as she took a bath cloth and bar of soap, and began to lather it up. The white lather stood out on Christa's skin as Sue began to work it into the smaller woman's back.

"Mmmmm..."

"Like that?" Sue asked.

"Yeah sugar."

"Is there any way I could convince you to let me sneak a peek?" Sue asked as she let her hands glide down Christa's back and over the rise of her soft behind. 

"You can try to convince me," Christa growled. She let her legs slide outward and leaned forward, catching herself with her hands. Sue grinned and sank to her knees. With her legs spread slightly Christa's dark lips were readily visible and Sue felt her mouth begin to water. She pressed her nose into the crevice between Christa's firm cheeks and darted her tongue out to caress those silky lips. At first, Sue was content to just lightly graze them with the tip of her tongue, but as Christa's sighs turned into moans, she wanted to do more. She leaned forward and tilted her head back. This allowed her to press her lips to Christa's and by pushing her tongue out she was able to burrow between her lover's damp lips. 

"Ohhhh yes, suck it baby," Christa called. She shifted her position slightly and it caused a torrent of water to suddenly run down her back and off her ass, right into Sue's face. The poor blonde came up sputtering and coughing, which caused Christa to burst out laughing.

"It isn't funny!" Sue fumed as she tried to get her breath back and clear her airways. Her cute pout only made Christa laugh harder. Once she had cleared the water from her nose, Sue smiled sheepishly and laughed along with Christa. The little butch caught her hand and pulled her upright.

"Come on sugar, let's try it in the bedroom where it's safer," 

Christa led her by the hand into the bedroom, but rather than jumping on the bed, the smaller woman walked over to the wingback chair in the corner. She sat down and then scooted her ass to the edge of the chair and threw her legs over the arms. Gently stroking her pussy, she smiled up at Sue.

"There ya go baby, much safer."

Sue sank to her knees again, and gently ran her hands over the insides of Christa's thighs. The skin was so soft and smooth, so utterly feminine and yet so wildly exciting. Sue kissed Christa's inner thigh, darting her tongue out to caress the soft skin. Sue didn't mind sex for the pure enjoyment of touching Christa's body, in fact it was still wonderfully novel to want to get physical with someone all the time. In the back of her mind, however, she wanted to see that painting and decided that she would see how far she could get by teasing her lover. She tenderly licked and kissed all around Christa's trim mound, stopping often to look up at her lover. Christa's eyes showed amusement as well as lust. 

Christa's pussy was still damp from the shower and after a little teasing, its delicious aroma became apparent. Despite her original plan to tease Christa, Sue found herself unable to resist and pressed her face between the slick lips of Christa's sex. Christa's hands rested lightly on her head and with gentle pressure she directed Sue's now wildly thrashing tongue to where it felt best. 

For a long time this went on, until Sue's tongue began to ache and her jaw started to hurt. Sue was eventually forced to just stick her tongue out and hold it stiffened while she moved her head and still Christa didn't cum. Eventually, she was forced to stop even this and looked up questioningly at her lover.

"Am I doing something wrong?"

"No sugar, it felt wonderful. This is one of the reasons I didn't want to paint you, I can't get my head off a work once I begin it, but I can't do much else with it until the paint dries. It's not you hunny, it's me."

Sue nodded, but her face still showed doubt. Christa smiled and gently stroked her cheek.

"How bout fixing some breakfast? I need to go shovel the snow off the roof."

Sue stood up and helped Christa up. She wandered down to the kitchen, examining the house as she went. The polished wood banister on the staircase was smooth to her touch and Sue's mind immediately flashed to a picture of her being bent over it, while Christa fucked her. She shook the image and sighed, as she reached the landing and located the kitchen.




Football Widow Ch. 04



Christa came down just as Sue was getting the eggs going. When she turned around, she was seized with a fit of the giggles. Christa looked like a child, totally swallowed by layers of clothes, a parka and thick rubber boots.

"What you laughing at bitch? It's fucking frigid out there!" Christa said with a smile on her face.

"Nothing," Sue quickly replied, but just couldn't stop laughing. The small woman looked just like her son when he had to go out in the cold to wait for the bus. Christa swatted Sue's bare ass as she walked past and out the kitchen door. The blast of cold air nearly knocked Sue over and she ran upstairs to get on some clothes. 

She returned to the kitchen and busied herself making breakfast. In the pantry, she found a box of hot coco packets and made one for Christa for when she came in. When Christa finally finished, she was shivering and soaked to the bone. Sue rushed over to her and helped her out of the wet clothes and thick gloves. She pushed Christa into a chair, handed her the steaming mug of coco and then bent to remove the woman's boots. After Christa stopped shivering, Sue put breakfast on the table and they both began to quietly eat. Sue felt comfortable. It was nice to be playing wife to Christa, but she was also beginning to feel melancholy. She knew this would have to end soon. 

The day passed away quietly, with the two of them watching old movies and snuggling under a blanket before the fire Christa built. Outside, the weather turned off bad, heavy snow started to fall and the wind picked up until its mournful wail could be heard even over the television.

When the fire burned low and the last movie was over they made their way hand-in–hand, up to the bedroom. It was their last night together and Sue expected something wild and unusual, but instead they just curled up in the bed and Christa held her. 

At first, Sue was slightly disappointed, but in a while she realized that there had been hundreds of times in her life where she had wished Bernie would do this very thing. Hold her close, be with her, share the warmth of their bodies and not have it be a prelude to sex. It was comfortable and the mournful howl of the wind seemed a perfect compliment to the mood. Sue faded off to sleep with her head still nested in the crook of Christa's arm.

***

Sue woke up and stared at the canopy above. Christa's alarm was going off and the red numbers told her it was only four o'clock. It was Monday and she knew she had to get up and awake Christa. They would have to get back to her place so she could get dressed and make it down to the office before eight. 

Sue looked around the room and felt a deep sense of loss. She didn't want to leave, especially knowing she would probably never come back. Bernie would be home later that day and the kids were due back from her mom's on Thursday. This brief erotic fairy tale would have to end then, as real life intruded. The really sad part was that she didn't want it to end. She knew that she would be happy coming back to this house, this bed, this woman, for the rest of her life. Christa rolled over on top of her and kissed her soundly, forcing her tongue into Sue's mouth and temporarily driving the morose thoughts from her mind. When the kiss broke Christa smiled down on her.

"Good morning lover," she said. Sue smiled wanly and then nodded before pushing her head up to kiss Christa's nose. The black woman smiled then glanced at the clock and frowned.

"I was hoping for a good morning fuck, but I don't think we are going to have time are we?"

"I don't think so," Sue said ruefully. Christa sighed and rolled off Sue. For a few brief moments more they both lay there in the warm bed, enjoying each other's closeness. Christa rose first and went to take a shower while Sue packed her bag. She was just pulling on her boots when Christa emerged from the bathroom and dug a pair of boxers out of her dresser. Sue sat and quietly watched as Christa dressed. Black boxers, gray thermals, heavy jeans and a raider's sweatshirt. Nothing at all sexy about her clothing, but just sitting and watching her was somehow erotic to the older woman. 

Christa grabbed a pair of leather gloves off the chest of drawers and smiled at Sue.

"Ready?"

"Yes," Sue said as she rose, but in her heart, she knew it was a lie. She wouldn't ever be ready to leave here. In a few short hours it had become more like home than her home. Only the lack of her children kept it from being complete.

The world was still dark and a chill wind was blowing, as Christa stowed the bag and Sue hurriedly got into the car. It actually felt colder in the little sports car than it did outside, but being shielded from the icy blast of the wind made it infinitely preferable. The roads were nearly deserted and once the heater kicked in, the small cabin became comfortable. Christa was humming along with the song on the radio while Sue stared out the window at the trees flashing by.

It was starting to get light outside by the time Christa pulled up in front of her house. Sue hurried to the door and opened it, leaving it open behind her as she headed upstairs. She quickly stripped and showered. When she came out of the bathroom she could smell breakfast being prepared. 

Sue dressed quickly in her favorite business attire. It was a sharp skirt and blazer in dark green with a white silk top. Stylish and professional three years ago, it was probably hopelessly out of date now, but since she went to work so rarely, keeping up with current fashion trends would have been needlessly expensive. Feeling more dejected than naughty, she chose simple cotton panties, an old bra and black pantyhose as well as black two-inch heels, to complete her outfit. She came into the kitchen just as Christa was putting two plates of bacon and eggs on the table. 

"Milk's gone sour, so the eggs are a little flat," Christa said as she sat down and began to eat. Sue picked at her food, spending more time watching Christa than eating. The clock on the wall was almost to seven and she knew this all had to come to an end now. She was fighting back tears, even though she thought that was silly. Christa finished her eggs, pushed back from the table and glanced at the clock before standing up. 

"Well, guess we both better get on the road."

Sue nodded and they both made their way to the front door, but when Sue's hand closed on the handle Christa jumped, pressing Sue against the door.

"Hey!" Sue cried, laughing as she felt the little woman's hands pulling the hem of her skirt up.

"Fuckin pantyhose, I hate these bitches," Christa said, her hands fumbling with the waist of the hose and Sue's panties.

"What are you doing?" Sue moaned, feeling her body respond. Christa didn't reply, but managed to drag the panties and hose down to Sue's knees. Her upper body was still pressed into Sue's back, pinning the tall blonde to the door.

"Making sure you don't forget me," the small woman said. Sue was about to reply, but lost her voice when she felt something warm, smooth and hard, being pressed between her nether lips.

"Oh my god! Christa, no!" she cried as she felt the first of the Ben-Wa balls stretching the muscles at her entrance. Sue tried to turn around and fend her off, but the muscles gave in, and the little bundle of joy slipped into her already damp pussy. 

"Christa, Please," Sue begged, but it did her no good and soon the second ball was firmly pressed home. Sue was biting her lip as Christa pulled her panties up tight and then her hose. The smaller woman released Sue, opened the door and practically shoved her out with a resounding slap to her derriere. 

Sue felt the familiar sensations as she stumbled out to her minivan. Christa followed her and with exaggerated politeness opened the door for her. Once Sue was inside, she rolled down the window. Christa's smirk was gone, replaced with a very serious, almost sad expression. 

"It's been great girl. I hate to see it end," she said, her voice cracking a little near the end.

"I know. It's been wonderful...I'll never forget it," Sue said, feeling her heart break as she accepted that Christa knew it was over too. The small woman looked down and then kicked the ground. When she looked back up there was a tear in her eye.

"Fuck, I swore I wouldn't do anything girly or cry," She said, forcing a smile. Sue could feel the tears in her own eyes and for a long moment considered just saying Fuck work, fuck her comfortable life, fuck it all. Christa dug into her jacket pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper, which she shoved into Sue's hand.

"That's my cell. Call me if you ever get the urge," she said, before turning abruptly and stalking off to her car. Sue started the engine and backed out, and as she drove away, her eyes were fixed on the forlorn figure in the little sports car.

The roads were packed and soon the very act of driving in the press of cars took her mind off things. Once she crossed the GW and headed towards Manhattan, she had to give every bit of her concentration to driving and it wasn't until she parked in the garage across from her building that her mind was free to roam again.

In the lobby, she ran into Denise. They both smiled at each other, but neither said anything. The walk from her car to the lobby had been freezing cold and her mind had been elsewhere, but as the elevator arrived and she stepped in, she was forcefully reminded of the two little round intruders Christa had left her with. 

Once they reached the office, she hung her coat up and walked down to the conference room, each step causing the balls to stir gently within her. Sue sat down and squeezed her legs tightly together and then crossed them and tried to relax.

The meeting was tiresome and Sue could only pay attention with great effort. She didn't care about marketing's fuckups. She didn't care about protecting the company's resources. She didn't care about her job or being here. She could feel an extremely deep depression taking hold of her and at times she was on the verge of tears. When Wilma surreptitiously moved her hand to Denise's lap, the gesture wasn't lost on Sue. Even Denise's blush didn't deter her from wishing her own girl was there, playing the dangerous game of arousing her in the boardroom.

Once they broke off into their groups, Sue was able to immerse herself in work. Figures always had a way of engrossing her. It was very much like a puzzle and she loved puzzles. Sue was so absorbed in it that she didn't notice Wilma stick her head in the office. Sue looked up when she heard the door close and saw Wilma leaning on it with her finger over her lips. 

"What?' Sue said in a whisper. 

Wilma quickly came over to Sue's makeshift desk and pushed the keyboard away. She sat on the desk before the startled blonde and began to quickly undo the buttons on her blouse. Sue was shocked and nervously glanced at the door. She could see figures moving down the hall through the opaque glass. Wilma quickly pulled her blouse open and deftly unsnapped the front closure on her racy red bra. Sue stared in wonder. Through each of her small nipples there was a golden hoop.

"What do ya think?" Wilma said, shaking her upper body so the hoops bounced against the soft orbs of her breasts. 

"Didn't that hurt?" Sue asked, feeling a sympathetic twinge of pain in her own nipples.

"God yes, but Denise loves them!" she gushed. A noise outside the office door drew both their eyes and Wilma quickly refastened her bra and started to button up her blouse. Sue tried not to stare and Wilma smiled as she finished and moved off Sue's desk.

"You should consider it. I bet that hot girlfriend of yours would love to see those beauties you have with a little decoration," Wilma said.

"Wilma, how do you do it?"

"Just go down to the body piercing place. I used the one over on Christopher Street in the Village,"

"No, I didn't mean that. I meant how do you stay with Denise and still manage to work here with no one suspecting?" Sue asked. Wilma looked at her and cocked her head. Sue could almost see the wheels turning.

"It's a life skill really, I guess. I love Denise. Oh, she's a little old fashioned and stuffy sometimes, but she treats me good and god can she fuck me. I know she's older than I am and a lot of my friends tell me I need a younger lover, but I'm in love with her and I don't want anyone else. On the other hand, papa would be crushed if he found out I prefer eating pussy to sucking dick," she laughed. "So, I let all the guys here think they have a chance with me and I flirt with the senior partners and they all tell daddy what a lovely girl I am. I act a part for 8 hours every day. It's worth it to me. Besides, it makes Denise so jealous and that means I get extra attention at home," she finished with a wink and left the small office.

Sue pondered that for the rest of the day. Would it be worth it to her? Could she pretend eight hours a day she was just like everyone else, and then go home to Christa? Why was she even considering that? She shook her head and went back to work, but somehow the figures no longer engrossed her. Her mind drifted back always to a four-poster bed, leather restraints, and a small woman who could fuck her like no other. With each hour away from her, Sue's depression grew. At lunch, she decided to go down to the cafeteria. Out of habit, she grabbed her coat. Two years ago someone had stolen the leather London Fog Bernie had given her and she never left anything unattended in the office anymore. She was just getting in line when Wilma caught her arm. 

"Denise and I are walking over to Preston's, Harry told everyone to scram for a long lunch. The big guys are all in and this audit is ruffling some feathers. Why don't you come with us?" 

Sue put down her tray and readily followed Wilma out to the hallway, where Denise was waiting. 

"Hey, Sue," Denise said as she held the glass door open for Sue and Wilma. 

Preston's was a nice restaurant a few blocks away. The wind had died, but it was still bitterly cold and Sue was glad of the long coat she wore. After a few steps the little balls began to move gently within her. Wilma and Denise were keeping up a brisk pace and Sue found that moving faster only increased the wicked little device's insistence that she pay attention. By the time they reached the restaurant, Sue could feel the slick stickiness in her panties.

Lunch was nice and several of their co-workers joined them, and at around three, they all made their way back to the building. By the time Sue had returned to her desk she was fully aroused. Her nipples were hard pebbles and her pussy was demanding attention. She found herself constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs and was actually relieved when five o'clock rolled around. 

The drive home was chaotic, with two wrecks and more snow falling. Visibility was nearly down to nothing by the time she reached her neighborhood. Bernie had parked his truck in the garage, so Sue left hers in the driveway and trudged up the walk, through knee-deep snow. She opened the door, let herself in, and was just hanging up her jacket, when Bernie came out of the kitchen with a TV dinner.

"Hey, hon," he called as he crashed on the sofa and turned to Sports Center.

"Have a good trip?" Sue asked. She was actually kind of glad to see him. She would have dreaded being alone in the house.

"The best. How bout a welcome home kiss?" he said as he rose and approached her. Their lips met as they embraced and Bernie jammed his tongue into her mouth. His rough hands dug into her behind and Sue realized he was in the mood, and an unreasoning panic assailed her when she realized the Ben-Wa balls were still buried inside her pussy. Bernie's hand pressed against her soaked cunt from behind and Sue moaned despite herself.

"Damn, hunny, you must really be wanting it bad," Bernie said enthusiastically. 

I do, but not from you, she wanted to say, but instead just smiled and tried to pretend he was Christa. It was an abysmal failure.

Bernie turned her around and shoved her back on the sofa, pushing her skirt up as soon as she came to rest. He was unbuckling his belt with his other hand and Sue began to really panic. Summoning all her courage, she giggled and pushed his hands away.

"At least let me go to the bathroom first, you big lug," she said, hoping it sounded playful.

"You girls and your small bladders...All right, but hurry up. I got something you will love to play with," he said, indicating the bulge in his pants.

Sue raced upstairs. Once in the bathroom she removed her pantyhose and panties, and found the loop of string that held the balls together. Biting her lip to keep from moaning, she gently pulled them out. Sue nearly came, they had been teasing her all day, but a more immediate concern was where to hide them. She could hear Bernie stomping up the stairs and knew he would be waiting for her in the bedroom.

Sue decided to try to turn her lust to her husband. She stripped off her clothes and approached the bed with the most provocative wiggle she could muster. Bernie was already naked, holding his cock in his hand and stroking it as he watched her approach. Sue had always thought of her husband as being adequately endowed, but after the assortment of pussy pleasers Christa had used, she found herself wondering if she would even feel him. 

She lay on the bed and reached down to take over stroking him, but Bernie didn't give her the chance. He rolled over and pushed his thigh between her legs. While making a stab at kissing her, he lined his cock up and entered her. He began to pump while roughly squeezing her breasts and chewing on her shoulder. It lasted only a few minutes, and his face contorted as he came. Bernie rolled off her body and lay there, panting.

Sue stared up at the ceiling, wondering if this was all her life held for her. 

-Finis



Football Widow Ch. 05



Tuesday blended into Wednesday as the snow continued and Sue's depression grew. Thursday dawned, clear and cold, and her spirits lifted a bit when she realized the kids would be home. 

Since their 'welcome back' fuck, Bernie's interest in her seemed to have flagged again, and Sue counted it a blessing. For better or worse, she realized now that no man's touch would ever do anything except make her skin crawl. Coming to grips with being gay hadn't been as traumatic as she had always expected, though. The knowledge kind of snuck up on her, but she didn't doubt it anymore. The difference in the way her body reacted to Christa's touch and to Bernie's made it glaringly obvious that her body had accepted it, even if her brain was behind the times.

Her workday went by in a flash and she was pleasantly surprised to find only light traffic on way home. Her heart lifted when she pulled onto her street and saw her mother's van. Sue rushed into the house and was immediately mobbed by her children. She took them both in her arms and hugged them tightly, feeling at peace for the first time in days. Once she released them, they were both off like flashes, playing with the seemingly endless number of toys her parents had purchased for them. Sue stayed to ohh and ahh appreciatively at them for a few minutes and simply to watch her little angels play, and then moved towards the kitchen.

Sue found her mom in the kitchen with hot coffee brewing, and dinner already on the stove. She could tell from the aroma that it was spaghetti sauce. Sue casually tore off a small piece of bread and dipped it into the bubbling sauce. It was a little sweet, so she added a touch more garlic and then fixed herself a cup of coffee. Her mother was already sitting at the kitchen table, so Sue joined her.

"How were they?" Sue asked after sipping her coffee.

"Perfect little angels, as if you had to ask," her mother said with a smile.

"You and dad really need to quit spoiling them." 

"Nonsense. That's what grandparents are for," her mom retorted, but she cocked her head and looked hard at Sue.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing," Sue replied instantly. Her mother frowned and shook her head.

"I may be getting on up there in years, but I'm not senile yet," the old woman replied.

"Nothing, mom. Really."

"Are you and Bernie having problems?" her mother asked, ignoring her protest.

"I... I just realized I'm not in love with him anymore. I guess it happens to everyone."

"Horse feathers. I still love your father and he still loves me. A marriage doesn't have to end as a strained friendship. That's all these modern day mumbo-jumbo doctors talking," she said dismissively. "It doesn't surprise me though. I don't think you ever did love Bernie."

"Of course I did!" Sue exclaimed, even as she realized that her mother was right.

"Did you?" she asked, arching her eyebrow. 

Sue didn't want to discuss this now, especially with her mother. But... She felt a very strong compunction to just come clean. She glanced into the living room, but both kids were out of view. She could hear explosions and laughter and realized they were playing something on the Playstation.

"No, I guess I never really did," she finally admitted. 

"I always wondered why you married him. He's a nice boy, but really, he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, and you were always so bright. What happened to make you realize you aren't in love? Are you seeing someone else?"

"MOM!"

"Oh, cut the outraged horseshit. I'm too old to play games or mince words. Just think of me like your best girlfriend," the old woman said, smiling conspiratorially.

Sue smiled back, glanced again at the living room and lowered her voice. "Yes, I met someone."

"Tell me about him," her mom said while chuckling. Sue considered for just a moment and then made an impulse decision.

"It's not a him, mom. It's a her," Sue said in a whisper. Her mother went from amused conspirator to complete shock in the blink of an eye.

"Are you telling me you've turned gay?"

"Not turned, mother. I have been since college," Sue replied carefully.

"Enough. I don't want to hear anything more about this," she said as she stood and went into the living room. 

Sue stared out the window, feeling alone and small.

Bernie came in a little later and joined the kids, playing videogames until dinner was ready. The meal was strained, with Sue's mom refusing to speak to her and Bernie regaling the kids with tales of the game. 

Sue had never felt so alone, so much an outsider among her own family. She cleaned up the dishes alone, while the others returned to the living room and to the videogames. When she finished in the kitchen, she said her good nights and went up to the bedroom. 

Sue pulled on her flannel nightshirt, the faded one with Winnie the Pooh on the front, and curled up in bed. Alone, the tears began to fall. They went from quiet tears to muffled sobs that she fought to control. Sue was so distressed that she didn't even hear her mother come in, and was startled when the older woman sat on the bed and took her into her arms. 

"Mom?" 

"Shhhh, just let it all out," she said in a very gentle tone. 

Sue did, crying hard and nonstop for a few minutes, before the tears finally ceased and she relaxed, feeling totally drained and dead inside.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean..."

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. After thirty-seven years, you can still shock me. I'm glad you told me now. Another couple of years and I might have needed my nitro pills. I didn't really know what to say and I've thought about it a lot and I still don't."

"You don't have to say anything, mother."

"Yes I do. You're thirty-seven and a mom yourself, but you're still my child. And perhaps that is what I should have remembered. Being old doesn't necessarily mean being wise. It took me a while, but given time, I can usually see. You're my child Suzanne, and I will always love you no matter what. I hope you can forgive me my shock."

"Of course I forgive you, mom. I'm sorry I dumped it on you so suddenly."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Well, whatever you decide, you know your father and I will be there for you," the older woman said as she kissed Sue's brow and quietly left the room.

By the time Bernie joined her in their bed, Sue was sound asleep.





Football Widow Ch. 05



"Thank you," Sue whispered as she turned and twisted, admiring herself from all angles.

"I take it you're satisfied with it then?"

"Oh yes, Trina. It's lovely!" 

"Very good. Come on back and I'll get you out of it," she said. As the walked back, Sue glanced over at Rita and Wilma. Wilma's body was off the counter now, only her arms were on it, and her head was bumping the glass with each thrust. She was moaning and groaning as Rita really tore her up.

"Break that display case and it's your ass, Rita," Trina said.

"Oh, all right, I'll quit when she cums again, okay?" Rita said with a grunt.

"No, you go 'til she's done. No one leaves my establishment unsatisfied," Trina said with a chuckle. Rita smiled at her boss, winked at Sue, and went back to deep-fucking Wilma.

"Does that happen often?" Sue asked as she followed Trina back to where her clothes were.

"Not all the time, but often enough. Rita has a way with women. I don't run a bordello, by any means, but I do have more customers than you would expect who are gay or bi-curious but living in respectable marriages, or who for some reason can't or haven't experimented. I try to do what it takes to make loyal customers and, to a lot of my customers, a trip here includes getting some of Rita's personal attention," Trina replied nonchalantly. When they reached the open area, she stepped behind Sue and began to unlace her.

"Rita works on commission and she is indefatigable. She also has absolutely no discernable taste. Pussy is pussy to that girl, and she doesn't care if the woman is fat, thin, old, young, beautiful, ugly, black, brown or white. I think her only criteria for a sex partner is breathing, and I wouldn't even bet on that," Trina said and then chuckled.

"I guess that's a plus," Sue grunted as Trina pulled the laces hard to get enough slack to begin work on the knot.

"Oh, yes. She does quite well for herself. She can tell a woman she's beautiful and mean it, simply because her definition of beautiful is only dependent on the person she's viewing having a puss. You would be amazed at how much women will spend on lingerie and toys just to get a few sincere compliments," Trina said.

The older woman helped Sue out of the corset and boxed it up for her as she dressed. When they returned to the front, Wilma was leaning over the counter from the shop side again, kissing Rita. The both made their way back out to the car and Sue noticed her companion had a small bag with her. It was just about the right size to be holding a big blue dildo, Sue thought with a smile.

"Damn, I am so glad you invited me to come with you. That was just what I needed to make it through the day," Wilma said as soon as they were back on the road.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Sue replied as she lit another cigarette and closed her eyes.





Football Widow Ch. 05



"Sure. What's going on girl? Is something wrong?" she asked, her voice carrying a strange quality of hollowness over the static on the line.

"I'll tell you when I get there," Sue managed.

"Do you remember how to get here?"

"I think so," Sue stammered. She was losing her nerve. It would be so easy to just point the car back towards the Garden State and her parents' home.

"I'll keep the phone on, call me if you get lost. I'll call the front gate and let them know you're coming so you won't get hassled."

"Thank you."

Sue made the long drive by memory, getting turned around only once. The guard at the gate let her pass after asking who she was and whom she was visiting. She pulled up in front of Christa's house as the sun was just beginning to lighten the sky in the east. Sue sat for a long time in the car, wondering what to say, how to say it, fearing rejection, but knowing she had no choice but to try. She looked up to see the front door open and Christa standing there in the light. Sue exhaled heavily, and then screwed up her courage and got out of the car. The tall blonde walked up to the doorway and stopped a few feet from the threshold. Christa wore only a white t-shirt and black boxers. She cocked her head to one side and looked closely at Sue without smiling.

"You been crying, girl?" Christa asked.

"Yes," was the only reply she could find. 

"Well, don't just stand there, come on in," Christa said as she stepped aside. 

Sue looked at her and then bit her lip before speaking.

"Christa, I left Bernie," she said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. 

Surprise registered on Christa's face, but it was quickly drowned in concern. She stepped out and placed an arm around Sue, and then guided her into the house and to the sofa. Sue's tears began again, and Christa went to the kitchen, returning with a shot glass filled with vodka. Sue took it gratefully and killed half of it in one swallow.

"Go easy, baby, getting sick will only make it worse," Christa admonished as she wrapped her arms around Sue and let the distraught blonde cry on her shoulder. Sue fell apart then, her body wracked by shuddering sobs. Christa held her tightly and stroked her hair, occasionally whispering endearments until the tears finally stopped. Eventually, Sue sat up and tried to regain her composure. She hesitated for a long time before she spoke.

"Thanks for that, I'm so lost."

"No, you're not lost, baby, you're found," Christa said, smiling tentatively.

"I just don't know..."

"Shhhh, don't talk, just listen," Christa interrupted. When Sue nodded, Christa smiled and took her hand.

"I know it's hard. I know it'll be hard for a long time. You've a lot to deal with and a lot more is coming. I think I know why you're here. At least, I hope I know. You didn't just come here for the night, did you? You want to stay here and be my girl, don't you?"

"I... I don't know what I want."

"Yes you do, and I know what I want," Christa said softly. "I want your cute little ass greeting me at the door every evening in something sexy. I want you in my bed every night and tied to it on some. I want to call you mine, keep you for my own and maybe even get married someday. I want you to have a child with me, to grow old with me and to always be here for me to love," she said as she brushed a stray lock of hair from Sue's face. "I know I can't offer you some of the things a woman always wants. I'm not rich, but I can offer you love and caring and as much sex as you can handle. I know it'll be hard for you to adjust to being with a woman fulltime, but if that's what you want, then I want you to know upfront it's what I want too." "Are you sure? I... I really have fallen in love with you, but I'm such a dull person and you have so many friends," Sue began.

"Dull? Girl, you are anything but dull. As to being sure, bring your sweet ass upstairs and I'll show you how sure I am," Christa said with a huge grin. 

It didn't bother Sue. She now understood that the seeming fixation on sex was just how Christa dealt with her own emotions when they were strong. Besides, she hadn't been laid in four months and Christa was nothing if not the sexiest woman Sue had ever met. The two of them galloped up the stairs like a couple of teenagers who had the house to themselves for an hour or two before the folks got back.

By the time the two of them collapsed on the big bed, they were literally tearing at each other's clothes as they kissed. Christa tore Sue's blouse open, sending a spray of buttons across the room. She roughly jerked the blonde's bra down beneath her ample tits, and buried her face between them. Even as she sighed, Sue eased her hands down her body and unzipped her skirt. Buttons could be sewn back on, but it was one of her favorite skirts and she didn't want it damaged. She needn't have worried. 

Christa's hands were too busy kneading her breasts to worry about anything else. As her small hands squeezed and manipulated the soft orbs, her tongue laved the valley between them until there was no area that wasn't wet.

Somehow, Sue managed to wiggle out of her skirt without breaking contact with Christa's hands and mouth. Time had not dulled her senses or done anything to change the way her body reacted to Christa's touch. If anything, the forced celibacy had only increased her desire for it. She moaned softly as Christa's lips enveloped her nipple, and the smaller woman began to suck. Sue arched her back, forcing more of her tit into her lover's mouth. Christa responded by opening her mouth wider and taking as much of the satiny skin into her mouth as she could. She clamped down on it and applied as much suction as she could. Sue moaned as the intense suction brought the nerves in her nipple to life, followed quickly by a rush of blood. 

Christa released her nipple and smiled up at her. 

"It's gotta be a quickie, I have to get to work. Bern is gonna be in a foul mood, and if I'm late he'll really take it out on me," she said.

"Then let's wait," Sue said after a moment's deliberation.

"You got something against quickies? I hope not, cause I'm gonna be coming home for nooners every chance I get," Christa said with a big smile.

"Fine by me, but I don't want a quickie now. I want you to make love to me and I want to be able to enjoy it. I've waited months, a few more hours won't kill me," Sue said.

"All right, baby, you look like you could use some rest anyway. How long have you been up?"

"Too long." 

Christa nodded and reluctantly released Sue. The tall woman rolled off of her and onto the bed. She just lay there on her back, staring up at the canopy. Christa got up and went to the bathroom and the sound of water running soon filtered into the bedroom. Sue was tired, so very, very tired, and emotionally drained. She didn't even remember going to sleep, but woke with a start when Christa's lips bushed her own.

"Come on baby girl, let me tuck you in," Christa said tenderly. 

For no reason she could understand, Sue threw her arms around Christa and dragged her down on top of her. She immediately sought out and found the startled woman's lips. Sue shoved her tongue past those soft lips and into Christa's warm mouth. Christa recovered quickly, relaxing as she lay on top of Sue and thrusting her own tongue into the blonde's mouth. Sue held her tightly, in an almost desperate grip, but her tongue meekly withdrew as soon as Christa's shot into her mouth. The kiss was deep and Sue sucked hungrily on Christa's probing tongue. The black woman reluctantly broke the kiss and looked down into Sue's face.

"What was that for?" she asked with a smile tugging at her lips.

"I just wanted you to think about me today at work," Sue replied. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes, which had seemed so dead only moments before, sparkled.

"You are always on my mind," Christa said simply, and slipped off Sue's body and unlaced the blonde's shoes. She then stooped and caught Sue's feet, pulling them together. Christa gently twisted her body, until Sue was lying in the bed. She then pulled the blankets up, noting that Sue's eyes were already closed and her breathing regular. 

The darkskinned girl turned and walked towards the door, but stopped and turned back. She gazed at the sight before her for a long time. The blue coverlet rising and falling gently with Sue's breathing, golden hair spilled over the pillows, pale skin that seemed to glow in the morning sun. Christa memorized the whole room and every detail, from the dirty clothes hamper that was overflowing by the bathroom door to the newspaper tossed casually over the back of her reading chair.

This was her dream come true and she was reluctant to leave, afraid that when she returned from work there would be no gorgeous woman sleeping in her bed, just an empty house that had long ago ceased to be a home to her. That fear was juxtaposed to the one dream she had clung to for the last four months, of coming home to have Sue greet her at the door. She sighed heavily and walked down the stairs and out the door. 

It was going to be along day. 





Football Widow Ch. 05



"I don't think so, what is it?" the blonde asked, reaching out to touch it with a fingertip.

"It's called a single glove. My fave piece of dynamic bondage gear."

"What's it do?" Sue asked as she eyed the multiple straps and buckles. Christa noted the blonde's eyes were sparkling with a deep satisfaction. She didn't know it yet, but the tall blonde was a natural bottom and, to Christa, it just made her more perfect.

"Why don't I show you instead?"

"Okay," Sue replied tentatively. Christa noticed the blush creeping into her lover's cheeks, but the excitement in her eyes belied her embarrassment.

"Stand up and put your hands behind your back, wrists together," Christa commanded. Sue quickly complied. Christa adjusted her hands and then slipped the fitted end of the glove over Sue's fingers and hands. She pulled the heavy steel zipper up, encasing the blonde's arms in the heavy black leather. Next, Christa pulled the straps at Sue's wrists tight and buckled it. She moved up, doing the one at the forearms and then the elbows and shoulders. With a small pad lock, she clipped the zipper to the shoulder strap and then stood back to admire her handiwork. Sue's pale skin was a marked contrast to the black leather, and with her arms trapped behind her back, she was totally helpless. Christa felt her pulse quicken, and a shiver run through her body. One of the huge thrills of rendering Sue helpless was knowing how impossible it would have been for her to submit to anyone in such a way.

"Comfy?" the butch asked as she walked around to stand in front of her captive.

"It's not too bad," Sue said, wiggling her arms as if she was assuring herself she was trapped.

"Hurt?"

"A little."

"Where?'

"My elbows," the blonde replied. Christa moved behind her and undid the elbow strap and refastened it a notch looser.

"Better?"

"Much, thank you," Sue replied. "So, now what?"

"Well," Christa said, slowly walking around in front of Sue, "now, I am going to have some fun," she said and shoved Sue backwards onto the bed.

"Hey!" the blonde exclaimed and then giggled as she tried to get back up. 

Christa slipped both hands into Sue's panties and whisked them down her long legs. She then wrapped her arms around Sue's thighs and pushed hard, sliding the blonde's body back onto the bed, until she could lie comfortable between her legs. Christa smiled up at her as Sue wiggled and tested her bonds.

Christa used her fingertips to toy with Sue's blonde public curls and then gently bit her inner thigh. Feeling the blonde's body tense, she traced her tongue up and dragged it over Sue's lips. For several minutes Christa teased Sue, massaging her mound, tracing her nail's over the blonde's hips, kissing and licking her inner thighs. She was unhurried and deliberate, avoiding the really sensitive spots for the most part, and giving the blonde's pussy only the occasional fleeting lick or caress. She could feel the tension building in Sue's body, and with it her awareness of just how helpless she was. Sue twisted from side to side and occasionally thrust her hips up, wanting more contact with Christa's fingers, but the little butch continued at the frustratingly slow pace she had established.

The first moan nearly sent Christa into orbit; it was soft, so soft she could only hear it because of the absolute quiet in the room. Sue's eyes were shut and she was biting her lower lip. 

"You like that baby?" Christa asked.

"You're driving me insane," the older woman groaned.

"Awww, poor baby. Just think. In a couple of hours I might actually get around to fucking you," Christa teased.

"Hours?"

"Sure, baby, we have all night, and I did tell you that you owed me for four months of nothing didn't I?" Christa teased, silencing her lover's reply by flattening her tongue and licking along her soft lips from bottom to top.

Christa placed the tip of her tongue at the top of Sue's pussy, where her lips came together. She then ran her tongue down them, then back up, with each trip she added the slightest bit of pressure, feeling the soft petals gradually parting and the sticky feel of Sue's juices change over to slippery as she became more aroused. Sue was soon humping her hips upward, trying desperately to keep the contact firm. Christa simply adjusted her head upwards, denying her captive what she wanted. When Sue thrust her hips up and kept them there, Christa smiled and got off the bed. 

"What?" Sue whined.

Christa didn't respond, but rolled Sue over on her tummy and pulled one of the straps from the bedpost and clipped one of the D rings on the glove to it. She repeated the process from one of the headboard straps. From her toy chest, she selected a pleasure egg and lubed it before gently inserting the device into Sue's very wet pussy. Christa set it for a very subtle vibration.

"Did I smell a roast when I came in?" she asked as she gently stroked Sue's now up-thrust ass.

"Yesss," the blonde hissed. 

"Mmmm, good, I'm hungry. I'll be back later," she said as she got off the bed and walked downstairs.

"Christa? Christa? Christa!" Sue yelled, but she got no response. 

"Damn," she groaned, struggling to move. The egg's gentle vibration was far too subtle to get her off. Despite her predicament and the fire in her pussy, she smiled happily as she struggled. 

There were no words for what she felt then. She was overcome with such a jumble of feelings and impressions that no words could ever really capture. On a physical level, she was in a kind of delicious hell. The egg was keeping her already stretched nerve endings screaming for release, while the soft leather that imprisoned her arms provided a sensuous counterpoint to that arousal. 

The sense of helplessness was not scary; on the contrary, surrendering herself to Christa felt wonderfully liberating. Eclipsing all others by far, was the feeling of belonging. The utter contentment with being there was such a contrast to the last few months of never feeling she belonged, even in her own home. She belonged here, in Christa's bed, in her home, in the little butch's life. 

Sue was struggling to get her legs under herself so she could hump the bed even as she contemplated the deeper feelings. The physical need hadn't overwhelmed her senses yet, but she knew they would. Getting her legs where she wanted them, she could now rub her mound against the bed. Even this victory proved frustratingly futile, as she couldn't manage to get enough contact to bring herself off. Still, she tried, losing herself in sensation. She was moaning softly and grunting, when Christa's soft laughter sounded behind her.

"Problems?" the little butch asked, as she pushed herself off the doorframe.

"You're evil," Sue said, but her smile belied the words.

"How can you even ask how I could paint you so wanton? I go grab a bite to eat and come back to find you fucking the bed like a slut in heat," Christa said as she buckled her harness on over her jeans.

"Bitch," Sue said with a giggle. She was becoming drunk with happiness. Seeing Christa attaching the huge black dildo to her harness left her giddy with the expectation of pleasure. 

"Bitch?" Christa questioned as she climbed onto the bed and knee-walked between Sue's legs. "You got to learn baby, there is only one bitch in this house, and it ain't me." 

"Guess that means it's me," Sue grunted as Christa removed the straps and pulled the blonde up onto her knees. She removed the egg and slipped a finger into Sue's hot channel.

"Yeah, now get that ass up and show me you want my cock."

Sue raised her hips and wiggled provocatively. She reveled in the feeling, not so much in being provocative, but in wishing to provoke someone.

Christa ran the head of the faux cock up and down Sue's slick lips. From her pocket, she retrieved a small tube of cinnamon lubricant. She squirted a generous amount onto her fingers and began to coat the massive dildo. She could feel the warmth in her fingers and smiled. Sue wouldn't be expecting that, and the images in her mind of her lover's reaction were vivid. 

For the first time in ages, she found herself nervous about having sex. To her mind, this was their first time as a couple. She was well aware that Sue was still married, and she had sampled the blonde's charms already, but this time, it was different. This time, it wasn't just sex with a beautiful woman, it was sex with her woman. It had to be perfect.

Just seeing Sue's soft, helpless body before her was enough to have her heart hammering in her ears. She had put so much into her play for the married woman, and now, this was the payoff. For some irrational reason, she feared she would fail horribly and Sue would go back to Bernie. Her rational mind didn't believe that for a moment. There was so much more to what she felt for Sue than just sexual attraction, but she felt it nonetheless. 

"Love will do that to you."

"Do what?" Sue asked, and Christa blushed, realizing she had spoken aloud.

"Make me hot for that blonde pussy. You ready for the fucking of your life, babe?" Christa responded quickly, pressing the dildo to Sue's entrance for emphasis.

"I've been ready for longer than you could know or I could admit to myself," Sue said quietly, as she looked back. Christa nodded and reached out to gently stroke the blonde's cheek. So much passed between them in that caress, things words could never convey.

Christa pressed her hips forward, using one hand to hold the dildo on target and catching the upper arm strap on the glove to steady herself. Sue was very wet and ready, but Christa still exercised all the restraint she could. She pressed in but remained tense, holding back to keep herself from driving too much in, when the head finally passed the ring of muscle at Sue's entrance. She was still slightly awed that Sue could take the length and girth of black beauty. It was incredibly sexy to watch the head slowly stretch her open, but this time there could be no pain, not even the slightest bit. 

Sue gasped when it finally slipped past her entrance and the muscles in her thighs quivered. Christa worked her hips slowly, drawing back a little and the pushing forward, slowly sinking more of it into Sue.

"Oh!" Sue exclaimed. Christa immediately held still.

"Baby?" she asked. 

"It's hot or something," Sue moaned, causing the black girl to smile broadly.

"You like?" She asked.

A soft moan was her only answer. Eventually, she was able to release her cock and lock both hands onto Sue's hips. After a few thrusts, she felt her thighs bump against Sue's. Christa set her face and her brow knit in concentration as she withdrew about half the toy and then thrust back in. Sue's moan of pleasure was like the singing of the Choir Eternal to Christa's ears. She began to seriously fuck the blonde beauty, her hips working like a piston. Sue's first orgasm was loud and animated, forcing Christa to start thinking about her job and all of its frustration. Soon she was replaying the worst episodes she could recall with her co-workers, anything to keep her mind off the beautiful creature crying out and mewling in pleasure before her. 

The jeans kept the base of the dildo off her clit and, after a while, she was able to cease concentrating on work. Her legs were tense and cramping, her back ached, her breathing was coming in ragged gasps, and her lungs burned. With so much discomfort, she was able to shut out Sue's lovely, sweat covered body, and the string of sexy noises. Her vision began to blur after a while, as sweat poured down her face and into her eyes, but she refused to let it affect the deep rolling rhythm of her hips.

Sue gasped and felt herself trying to make a noise, but no sound issued from her lips as another orgasm ripped through her. They were coming fast, now, hard upon each other's heels, and the ripples from one were overlapping those from its predecessor. Her throat was raw from screaming and her body was twitching uncontrollably. Her feet, knees and arms were all numb, as well as her tongue and teeth. Christa was still driving into her, totally oblivious to the world around them. Sue felt another contraction in her pussy and raw pleasure exploded through her, so intense it bordered pain.

"No, no, no... please... no more," she mumbled. 

If her words were even heard, Christa gave no indication. Sue had never experienced anything like this; the pleasure was driving her insane. She wanted it, but at the same time, she couldn't stand any more. She felt like she would go mad if it didn't stop, but part of her didn't want it to stop.

"Noooooo," she wailed as another white-hot blast of pleasure radiated outward from her pussy. 

It was raw, so raw that she was unable to even tell if it was pleasure, pain, or some weird kind of painful pleasure. Whichever it was, it was more than her over-stimulated system could bear. When she regained control of herself and could take in her surroundings, she was on her back with her head in Christa's lap. The small woman was singing to her softly and stroking her hair. Her hands were free, but she didn't remember Christa removing the glove. It didn't matter. Her dulled mind sank into the most peaceful sleep of her life.





Football Widow Ch. 05



The fading sun touched both of their bodies with gold as they slowly stripped each other, with many pauses for kissing and caressing. Sue was mildly surprised that Christa wasn't wearing her strap-on, when she undid the small woman's trousers. Christa pulled Sue's warm-up bottoms off and smiled, and then arched her eyebrows, before sliding her hand into the waist of Sue's delicate pink panties and ripping them off. 

"Hey!"

"I'll buy you more," the butch said, settling between Sue's legs and gently tonguing her inner thigh to forestall any more protests. 

Sue moaned softly and relaxed, allowing the ripples of pleasure from Christa's experienced tongue and fingers to spread through her being. 

She was moaning and massaging her breasts, when a flash of light reminded her that the drapes were open. She thought she must look very silly, lying on her back in just her socks and tennis shoes, but she didn't care. Christa's tongue was now between her lips, caressing the places where it felt most wonderful and the world outside didn't matter.

Soon she was quivering, as the rush of pleasure became more intense. When Christa swirled her tongue over Sue's clit, she felt a strong contraction of the muscles deep in her body, followed by pulses of pleasure that started at the base of her spine and rippled outward. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon christening each piece of furniture in the new living room. Curled up in bed later, Christa lovingly kissed Sue's tummy before throwing an arm protectively over her and fading off to sleep. Sleep was a long time coming for Sue. The moon shone beautifully, the stars were incredibly bright and crisp. The gentle breeze from the open window brought the smell of fresh cut grass and flowers in bloom. In the cycles of the world, it was spring, and Sue felt that this was the spring of her life too. A fresh start, with a whole beautiful world waiting to be discovered. 

Christa's soft breathing and warm arm let her know it would be a world discovered with someone she loved. If the children took to Christa, as she hoped they would, she decided the world might just be perfect for the first time in her life.





Football Widow



Sue was in a bad way herself. Christa's earlier teasing had left her very wet and she squirmed uncomfortably in the chair she had pulled up. By pressing her thighs tightly together she found she could get a little relief from the demands her soaking vagina was sending to her brain. Sue was glad when everyone jumped up and dispersed at halftime. There was a line for the downstairs bathroom so she went upstairs to the bathroom in the master bedroom. From her dresser she grabbed a pair of fresh panties. She hurried to the bathroom and toweled off before putting them on. She opened the door to the bathroom to find Christa standing there smiling at her. There was a definite hunger in the small woman's eyes and despite herself Sue shivered.

"Nice place," the girl said quietly.

"What are you doing here?" Sue managed.

"I followed you. I saw how you were squirming during the first half. I thought maybe that hot little pussy needed some attention?" Christa said easily. Sue had never liked dirty talk in bed and had even cut Bernie off for a week when he insisted on trying. From his mouth the words seemed dirty and disgusted her. From Christa's mouth they seemed like knives of desire and each time the little butch spoke she seemed to twist them in the tall blonde's stomach. Still, she had to put an end to this before it went to far and someone saw them. Bernie would never understand.

"Look, I am sorry about earlier. I did not mean to lead you on, but..."

"You didn't lead me on babe. You're a hot little number, too good for that fuck-tard you're married too. Your pussy is dying for the kind of attention only I can give it," she said as she stepped into the bathroom. Sue retreated and swallowed hard when the short woman pushed the door to the bathroom closed and locked it. Part of her wanted to put a stop to this, but a long repressed part of her was singing with anticipation. She was caught between the dos and the don'ts of the situation and in her confusion she was an easy target for someone with Christa's confidence.

Christa stepped up to her and placed her hands on Sue's shoulders. She gently but firmly turned her towards the mirror and then pushed her over until Sue's elbows rested on the counter on either side of the sink. The mirror showed the entire scene as Christa pulled Sue's dark skirt up over her ass and then pulled her panties down to her ankles.

"Damn, a natural blonde and you're taller than I thought. Spread those legs baby," Christa whispered. Sue let her legs slide outwards, lowering her rump until it was nearly even with the black girl's hips. She had given up then. The fire in her pussy overruled the thoughts in her confused head. She felt Christa slide a finger into her soaked pussy and then another.

"Fuck, your tight baby," Christa said as Sue's inner muscles clamped down hard on the invading fingers. In the mirror she saw the look of pleasure that crossed her face.

"Bernie must not fuck you often, or maybe he just has a needle dick. Is that it baby? Is your man hung like a little boy?"

"Ohhhhh," Sue moaned quietly as Christa began to pump her fingers slowly in and out.

"Which is it girl?" Christa said as she increased the tempo.

"He's not very big and we don't do it often," Sue hissed, totally lost in sensation now.

"Izzat a fact. Well girlfriend, I think it's time you got stuffed," Christa said as she withdrew her fingers until just the tips were inside Sue's entrance. Christa placed a third finger tightly against the two she was using. She knew she was in control now; she had been with enough reluctant women to know the signs. Once their bodies took over and they stopped thinking about it a girl could tell. Mrs. Sue Prescott was at that point, her eyes were tightly closed and her legs were quivering. Christa waited until the lovely white woman pushed back on her dark fingers and smiled broadly.

Sue groaned as she felt the three fingers being pressed into her. The ring of muscles at her entrance involuntarily clamped down on them. Christa continued to press forward with her hand and the muscles slowly gave way. With a little shock that was both painful and pleasurable they slid into Sue's silken glove. Christa slowly worked her fingers in and out, watching Sue's face in the mirror the entire time. When all three fingers were slick and well lubricated she pulled them out and thrust her pinky into Sue's hot pussy.

A couple of quick thrusts and Christa pulled her hand back out and curled all four fingers together. She pressed inward firmly. Sue's eyes shot open when she felt herself being stretched open like never before.

"What are you doing?" she whined as she tried to move forward and away from the girl's hand, but she was in no position to escape the relentless pressure. Christa continued to press inward against the moist yielding flesh until the widest part of her hand bumped against the outside of Sue's widely stretched walls. Sue moaned as the girl began to fuck her with all four fingers. The driving rhythm was hard and fast and Sue soon found her body responding to it. Her hips thrust back to meet Christa's hand and her inner muscles clenched and unclenched trying to hold the fingers inside.

When she dared to open her eyes the visual stimulation sent a quiver through her. Her hair was falling in her face and her expression was one of bliss. Christa was watching her hand with rapt attention as most of it disappeared into the tight pink cavern. Sue closed her eyes again and tried to relax and just enjoy the sensations. She knew she would have to deal with the guilt later, but she was now at the point where stopping it wouldn't succeed in doing anything but leaving her in desperate need of sex. At least that was what she was telling herself.

Christa pushed her fingers in deep and held them there while using her thumb to stroke Sue's wildly stretched lips. Her boss's wife moaned quietly and pulled herself forward a little and pushed back on Christa's still fingers. Christa's thumb was now slick with Sue's juices and Christa smiled slightly. She had never seen a woman get so wet, Sue's honeypot was simply overflowing and a rivulet of her juices was running down the inside of her thigh. Christa curled her thumb against her other finger and spread her legs slightly. She placed her free arm across the small of the taller woman's back and dropped her shoulder so her forearm was lined up perfectly with Sue's wet pussy. She applied a slow but steady pressure, watching with fascination as her fingers slowly disappeared in between Sue's lips.

Sue's eyes shot open when she felt the shock of Christa's hand being pressed home. The extra finger made her feel absolutely stuffed, but it wasn't that bad until the wide part of Christa's hand reached the ring of muscles at the entrance. Sue panicked and tightened her whole body, trying to force the invading fingers out, but to no avail.

"No, please..it hurts," she panted.

"Shhh, just relax baby. Your hot little cunt is so wet you won't even feel it going in if you just relax,"

Sue tried to move away, but she realized she had put herself in a totally vulnerable position. The seemingly unbearable pressure built as Christa continued with the steady pressure and Sue had the fleeting thought she was going to have her pussy torn open. The widest part of Christa's hand was now wedged between her lips and Sue's muscles gave just a fraction.

The air was forced from Sue's lungs as the girl's entire hand suddenly shot forward a few inches. Sue's nether lips were now gripping Christa's wrist and her inner muscles were wildly clamping down on her hand. Christa began to rotate her hand inside the steamy cavern and Sue moaned.

"See baby? I told you your pussy knows best, tell me that doesn't feel good," Christa said in a husky whisper. Christa continued to rotate her hand while pushing deeper and retreating slightly. Sue had never felt anything like it. The sensation of being so totally full was exquisite and now that the almost intolerable pressure of entry was gone there were no signals going to her brain that weren't pleasure. She felt Christa's fingers spread wide inside her and begin to caress places Sue never even knew she had. Christa's free hand left her back now and soon the girl began to stroke Sue's hypersensitive clit. Those questing fingers inside found a place she had never been touched before and within a few strokes Sue's body exploded in an orgasm of epic proportions.

It began with a massive contraction that seemed to come from deep within her. Every muscle in her body seemed to follow her pussy's lead and for a raw split second if felt like her skin would be torn off. This was followed by release as the muscles all relaxed at once. Almost unbearable pleasure came hard on the heels of that relaxation; blending into a sensation so overwhelming that Sue's mind could barely cope. A second contraction followed and then another. Separate sensations stood out like giant waves on the sea of pleasure deluging her mind. Christa's thumb grinding against her clit, the girl's hand filling her like nothing ever had, her fingers stroking that place deep inside all hit with their own bursts of intensity amid a tide of pleasure that was in and of itself beyond the married woman's experience. Sue's ragged moans filled the small room and reverberated around until it sounded like a chorus of ecstatic voices raised as one.

The next thing Sue was aware of was an obscene squishing sound as Christa gently withdrew her hand. She wiped it off with a towel as Sue's breathing returned to normal. Sue tried to stand and nearly collapsed. Christa moved quickly to steady the tall blonde. Sue's legs felt like rubber and Christa was forced to hold her up as she helped Sue to the bed. Sue's heart was still hammering, her legs felt like rubber, aftershocks rocked her body, her nipples were as hard as pebbles and her mind was floating along on a cloud of euphoric good feeling. This is what a girl is supposed to feel like after sex, she told herself. She looked up into Christa's dancing brown eyes and smiled.

"What the hell is going on here?" Bernie's strident voice interrupted her idyllic scene and Sue felt a cold hand of fear clutch her heart. If Sue was lost for words Christa seemed totally in command of the situation. She jumped up and took three strides towards Sue's drunken husband and shoved him out the door.

"Lower your god damned voice you drunk asshole, can't you see she's got a fucking migraine?" Christa said in a harsh whisper.

"Migraine?" Bernie asked in confusion.

"Yeah shit for brains, a migraine, you know, like a headache?"

"Oh, shit, sorry," Bernie said in a much softer voice.

"Go back down and tell your drunk ass friends to keep it down and where do you keep the Tylenol?"

"In the medicine cabinet, second shelf I think," he said as he peeked into the room over Christa's shoulder. Sue was coherent enough to play her part and held her face in her hands. She hoped he was too drunk and too far away to see the smile that she couldn't wipe off her face.

Bernie turned and hurried downstairs and Christa sauntered back into the room. She smiled wickedly and held up Sue's black satin panties. The Haitian girl then blew her a kiss and stuffed the panties into her pocket as she left the room and went back downstairs.

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Monday sucked as badly as Sue thought it would. She had decided her cover story would be blown if she went back downstairs so she had stripped and put on an old nightgown. Sleep had taken her almost instantly and she awoke to the alarm screaming at 5:00 the next morning. Her pussy was very tender and sore, but at the same time she knew she wanted to be filled again. She winced as the abused tissues sent warning signals to her brain while she did her morning absolutions. Sue examined her pussy in the mirror. It was puffy and the lips gaped open slightly, she wondered if the little Haitian girl had stretched her pussy out permanently. Bernie had never come to bed and she found him downstairs passed out on the sofa with all but a few of the others. Ace, LD and the girls had gone, as had Christa and the two company bigwigs. Bill was gone too, but that was no surprise he only lived three doors down.

Sue spent the next hour waking drunks and making coffee. She didn't get them all out of the house until well after 7:30 and as much as she wanted to begin cleaning up, she knew she needed to log in and see how things were going at work. Telecommuting had a lot of advantages, but Sue never abused them. She found her inbox stuffed with mails and didn't get done with them all until nearly 2:00. She was still cleaning up the mess when Bernie came in around 4:30. He was still hung over and went straight to bed.

Sue spent the rest of the evening curled up on the sofa watching a movie on television. Her mind wasn't on the show. It kept going back to the little black butch and the episode in the bathroom. Sue gently masturbated to orgasm remembering that scene. The orgasm was beautiful, euphoric and just seemed right, but afterwards she felt intensely guilty. Sue wrapped her robe tightly around herself and went to bed.

By the time Bernie got home Tuesday Sue practically dragged him to bed. The sex was blah, Bernie doing his "2 minute drill" and then rolling over. She lay there on her back with tears of frustration in her eyes. Sue quietly got up and went to the bathroom. Once the door was closed she brought herself to a shattering climax while looking into the mirror and remembering how her face looked with Christa's fist inside her.

By Friday Sue was masturbating five times a day or more. Ten years of repressing her desire for another woman's touch seemed to have been unleashed with a vengeance by Christa. No matter what she was doing her mind was constantly on sex and her pussy seemed to be forever wet and ready. She was going through four to five pairs of panties a day and the dirty clothes hamper was overflowing. Bernie was around the house all day Saturday and it nearly drove Sue mad. She couldn't get any relief from the demands of her body and she went to bed that night actually looking forward to a Sunday during football season for the first time in ten years.

Bernie was up early Sunday and out the door. He was going to pick up beer and head over to the Shepard's place to help them get set up. Sue was looking forward to a few hours with her favorite novel and vibrator. She hoped a few hours of torn bodice romance and a Fabio look alike would get her mind off Christa and the forbidden passion they had shared. She felt she needed to get her mind back on sex with men, something like last weekend wouldn't occur again and she couldn't see herself going out looking for female lovers.

She moved restlessly about the house and actually turned on the television. Five hours to kick off and already it was all football. She was about to kill the television when the doorbell rang. This was why she hadn't jumped right into her book. Bernie was always forgetting things and she just knew he would forget something when she wanted the time alone. Of course he had been gone two hours already, which should have tipped her off. When she opened the door Sue got the shock of her life.

"Hello girlfriend," Christa said in that accent that just set Sue on fire. The little woman wore black leather pants that hugged her hips and a white tank top that left no doubt she was braless. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and pushed a bouquet of flowers into Sue's hands as she walked in and tossed her bag on the sofa.

Flowers. When was the last time someone gave you flowers? Sue asked herself. Maybe Bernie did when little Jeanie was born. She shook her head and glanced up to see Christa leaning on the arm of the sofa and watching her.

"What are you doing here?"

"I knew ol Bern was going to be out at a party all day, so I thought I would come and keep you company," Christa said with a grin. Sue licked her lips. On one hand she was just dying for more of the little woman's attentions, but on the other hand she just didn't think it was right. She was after all a married mother of two.

"I don't think..." she began but Christa cut her off.

"Look Sue. I can tell you're into girls and I think you're really into me. I know I have been dreaming about getting back into your panties since I left last Sunday. I know what your life is like. Bernie must be out of his fucking mind to leave a hot woman like you home alone every weekend for months on end. And you ARE lonely aren't you?"

"Well, yes, sometimes," Sue admitted. The girls voice was like velvet, the accent so enthralling. Sue found herself falling under the sway of that voice.

"So why suffer? I can make these weekends the highlight of your week rather than the worst part. I know your comfortable here, I'm not trying to break up your marriage, just spice up your love life. Bernie can't make you happy in bed, but I can. What have you got to loose? Bernie will be his regular happy self, your little pussy will be well taken care of and I will be happy cause I am fucking such a beautiful lady. Everyone wins," she said.

Sue couldn't think of anything to say. Was the girl's argument that good? Or was her newfound sex drive just over ruling the better part of her mind. Well, it really wasn't fair, she thought. Her resentment at being an after thought to her husband six months out of every year boiled up suddenly. Bernie hadn't looked at her with the kind of burning lust Christa was staring at her with in years. Even when they were newlyweds he had never made her cum like Christa had.

"What it really boils down to is this babe, you can spend today alone and frustrated, or you can spend it getting fucked till you scream. You can wake up Monday morning tired and horny or you can wake up feeling great and satisfied. Which ever you choose it's not going to make one fucking bit of difference to your husband, he will be happy or grouchy depending only on who wins today's games," Christa said. Her argument was very persuasive, but Sue was still torn.

"If you say no I'll split. I think you're hot and I would love to fuck you, but I'm not so hard up that I would force myself on anyone," Christa added as an after thought.

"And if I say yes?"

"If you say yes then this is going to be an all day fuck fest. I won't leave till I am sure you will spend the whole week walking around with a well-fucked smile on your face,"

"Wouldn't Bernie notice that?" Sue said smiling.

"Only if the Jets loose," Christa said and winked.

A well-fucked smile. Sue wondered when the last time she had one of those on her face was, or if she ever had worn one. Certainly not in a very long time. A day alone with her vibrator or a day spent with this enchanting girl. It just didn't seem like a very difficult choice. The hardest part about the decision was the fact that it was so easy, she felt like she should have more qualms, but she didn't. She was horny, and the woman who could satisfy it was right here. And where was her husband? Getting drunk with his buddies and screaming at a TV showing a bunch of steroid freaks trying to kill each other. What sane woman would choose to stay alone?

"Yes," Sue said quietly.

"Yes what?" Christa asked.

"Yes, I want you to stay and...fuck me," Sue said with a blush. Christa smiled and they moved into each other's arms. It was odd for Sue to have to bend over to kiss her new lover, but once their lips met Christa left no doubt about who was in charge. Her full lips pressed against Sue's and her tongue forced its way into the taller woman's mouth. The kiss was deep and powerful, Christa's hands twined in Sue's long blonde hair and held her captive while her small tongue ravished the older woman's mouth. Her tongue leisurely explored Sue's mouth, seeming to touch every bit of it before the kiss finally broke.




Football Widow



Sue was trembling; she had never felt so alive and so ready. Christa surprised her by going to the bar and pouring them both a drink. When she handed one to Sue, the blonde killed it in a single gulp. She was torn between wanting more of the little woman's caresses and the last vestiges of guilt.

"Relax," Christa said softly. The television seemed unusually loud and between snippets of expert breakdown she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

"Now what?" Sue asked finally. Her desire was quickly overmastering her caution and trepidation. Christa laughed and killed her own drink.

"Now, you're gonna scamper upstairs and put on something sexy for me. A woman with a body like yours shouldn't be walking around dressed like my granny,"

Sue blushed. It had been quite some time since anyone had told her she was pretty. She had to admit her old sweats weren't all that becoming, but she wondered exactly what the small woman had in mind.

"Like what?" Sue asked. Christa grinned lecherously at her.

"I like stockings and heels, but I'll leave all that girly stuff up to you. Just put on whatever you think will get me hot enough to fuck you silly,"

Sue nodded and hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. It wasn't until she stood in the master bedroom that it hit her. What am I doing? she thought suddenly. It was only now, standing in the bedroom she had shared with Bernie for nearly ten years that what she was doing really came home. I am about to put on something with the goal of enticing another woman to have sex with me! I am knowingly and actively cheating on my husband!

"And?" she whispered to herself. Sue realized something she had never dared face before. She resented the living hell out of football season. She resented being left alone for weeks on end. She resented the assumption that she would take care of the kids, mind the house and pay the bills without complaint, while Bernie was drunk and rooting for his team. She resented her husband's addiction to a mindless sport and she hated being alone all the time. She was thirty- three and as horny as she had ever been and Bernie was never around. Even when he was his sex drive seemed to have peaked while they were still teenagers and had been going down hill ever since. Sue was lonely, horny, starved for attention and affection and sick of playing second fiddle to a fucking game.

While Bernie's mind was fixed on X's and O's and zone defenses, Christa's mind was firmly on getting into Sue's pants. She blushed when she realized if felt good to be desired, to be wanted. Remembering the orgasms she had enjoyed just thinking about the little Haitian woman she felt sure it would be the time of her life.

"Fuck you," she said vehemently, "Fuck you, your needle dick, your stupid fucking game and all your asshole buddies too. Get drunk, get stupid, get off watching a bunch of guys beat each other up and while your doing that, I'm going to get laid,"

Sue pulled off her warm-up top and tossed it on the floor as she walked over to her dresser. She deftly undid her bra and tossed it in the hamper next to the bathroom door. What to wear, what to wear, what to wear, she thought as she pulled open the drawer that held her underwear. Most of Sue's under things were functional and comfortable. Bernie had never shown much interest in her wearing sexy lingerie and God forbid he would have ever gone and bought her something like that. What would his friends think if they saw him in a Victoria's Secrets? Perish the thought.

She remembered the one time she had tried to dress as sexy as she could and entice Bernie away from the television. Sue had to smile and shake her head, it had been an utter disaster. There she was, coming down the stairs, wearing a frilly little bit of nothing and heels. Bernie hadn't even noticed. He had looked up from the game only long enough to ask her to bring him another beer. So much for romance.

She had a few items that were on the racy side, but her eyes were drawn to the white boxes in the back of the drawer. Sue hesitated, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be that nasty. The boxes held her bridal lingerie and she hadn't removed them from their boxes since her wedding day. The idea of being taken by the little butch in her bridal lingerie really turned Sue on for some reason. It was just so.naughty! Giggling like a schoolgirl she pulled out the boxes and removed the carefully folded sheets of tissue paper.

Sue shucked her warm-up bottoms and panties and quickly donned the garterbelt. It was made of white satin and trimmed in pale pink lace with little red roses over the garter clasps. Next came the sheer white stockings. The panties were indecently brief and Sue wished she had known Christa was coming so she could have trimmed her pubic triangle. The bra was a peek-a-boo model with just a thin layer of gossamer covering her nipples and aureoles. Sue slipped her finger through the loop on the lace gloves and smoothed them out. She added a white satin choker with a Victorian silhouette at her throat and carefully pinned her hair up. As a final touch she dug out an old shoebox from high in her closet and donned the four inch white pumps she had worn last on her wedding day. A glance in the full- length mirror startled her. She looked at her reflection every day, but she couldn't remember the last time she looked at it and felt as sexy or as proud of her looks. Smiling, she made her way downstairs.

Christa was sitting on the sofa watching the television, but her head came around the moment Sue stepped off the carpeted stairs and her heels clicked on the tile floor. The little woman licked her lips and stared appreciatively. She watched every movement as Sue made her way around to the front of the sofa. Sue felt giddy; the hunger in the girl's eyes fueled her own lust.

"Damn girl, you are one hot little number," Christa said. Standing in her heels Sue towered over Christa and smiled.

"Why do you keep calling me little?"

"I don't know," Christa said with a shrug. She stood up and smiled as the height difference became even more obvious.

"I'm just used to calling fluffs like you little, I guess. Sweet thing, sugar panties, baby, don't mean nothing by it," She said as her hands worked the button and zipper on her leather pants.

"Does it bother you?" she asked as she kicked off her boots.

"No, I just wondered," Sue said. Her mind had already left the subject, her attention totally on the little woman's open fly. Sue hadn't seen another woman naked since her first love and she realized she was anticipating it.

"That's good," Christa said as she slid the pants down her hips and off. She sat on the sofa again with her legs drawn up on the cushions and her ass on the very edge of the seat. She was clean shaven and her dark lips were pouting open slightly. She reached down and spread them with two fingers, giving Sue a view of the coral colored inner folds.

"You like that don't you?" Christa said in a husky whisper. Sue could only nod, she seemed to have lost her voice.

"Well, don't just stand there babe, come on and have a taste," Christa said grinning. Sue nodded and moved to the sofa before falling to her knees. It was almost like she was in a trance. Her hands went to the girl's smooth thighs and at this distance she could smell the musky aroma of Christa's arousal. With a sound that was half moan and half growl Sue pressed her face into the pungent folds and began to wildly lick. At first the taste was salty, but that quickly gave way to a stronger, tangy sweetness as her attentions caused Christa to produce more of her juices. Sue loved the way her tongue glided along the silken folds and she searched out every bit of the girl's flavor. She licked along her lips, and pushed her tongue between them, flattening it out and curling it slightly as she lapped at the girl's pussy like a cat at a water bowl. She pushed her face deeper, until she could slide her tongue into Christa's tight entrance. There she found a seemingly never-ending supply of nectar and for a timeless period she simply scooped it up as fast as her tongue could.

Christa let out a little sigh and tangled her hands in Sue's long blonde locks. Sue looked up to see Christa watching her intently. The little butch guided the older woman's face back to her dripping pussy.

"Don't stop baby, you eat all that pussy you want. I'll let you know when you're done,"

Sue didn't try to respond, Christa had pulled her face back into her pussy and the married woman simply went wild licking, nuzzling and sucking. She had always loved to service Dominique, and now she seemed to be trying to make up for lost years in her frenetic attack on Christa's glistening pussy. After some time Christa's body stiffened and then her hips went wild, plunging against Sue's slick face. She never uttered a sound, but the copious amount of juice told Sue she had cum. Sue was ecstatic, she loved the feeling she got when she made her lover cum. She reached a hand back between her legs and began to rub her soaked lips through the satin panties. She didn't slow down and Christa's hands still held her face tightly against her pussy. A second orgasm and then a third, but still the little woman held Sue's head firmly to her dripping cunt and guided her to whatever place she wanted. Sue's tongue had become tired and she spent more time now holding her tongue out stiffly while nodding or shaking her head. She was beginning to wonder how long this could go on when Christa's bottom came unglued again. This time the dark skinned butch released her head and sighed contentedly.

"Damn," she said finally. Sue smiled happily, it had been a long time, but she still loved it. Maybe today, after the week of waiting she loved it even more.

"Whoever taught you how to eat pussy deserves a medal. No one has ever given me head like that before,"

Sue beamed, the praise making her feel even better. She wondered if Christa would reciprocate, or if the little butch had something else in mind. Sue didn't have long to wait. Christa rose and walked over to her bag, from it she removed a harness and strapped it around her waist. She then retrieved a massive black dildo from the bag and smiled at Sue's expression. Christa tossed it to the startled woman and laughed when Sue nearly dropped it. While Sue was totally caught up in the cock, Christa surreptitiously dipped her finger into the topical anesthetic she had brought and rubbed it over her clit. The numb feeling was strange, but she intended this to be a long fucking. She grabbed a tube of lube before turning back to Sue, who was still staring in fascination at the massive dildo.

The first thing that struck Sue was how large it was. The fluted head was easily the size of a tennis ball and the shaft was so thick she could barely close her fingers around it. A series of veins ran along the shaft and a pair of heavy balls was attached to the base. Except for the dimensions she thought it looked very life like.

"Like it sugar?"

"It's really big," Sue said. Christa laughed as she gently pried it from the awed woman's hands and pressed it tightly to the harness. A couple of snaps and it was ready. Christa held her small fist next to the head of the cock.

"You've already had bigger," the butch said, smiling when Sue blushed a deep crimson. Christa stroked the monster cock fondly and eyed Sue. She had never used this particular dildo on a partner before. Most of the girls she had been with were afraid of it, but she had felt pretty sure Sue would let her do anything she wanted. Despite her marriage Christa was sure the beautiful blonde was really a lesbian and the long years without would make her amenable to anything. Her best friend Bethany used the same dildo on her bottoms and swore once she had used it on a girl noting else would satisfy them. Christa was hoping that would be the case with Sue. The tall leggy blonde was absolutely gorgeous and had the most wonderful personality. Christa wanted her and with very few exceptions she got what she wanted.

This one was going to be a long-term project though. Happily married women were hard to land and Bethany had chided her for letting herself get so wrapped up in one. It hadn't been intentional, she had gone after Sue more to get back at her husband than anything else. The problem was that she was just perfect. Beautiful, sweet, shy, easily embarrassed and...wholesome. Even in the throes of passion there was a gentle sweetness about her that simply captivated Christa. For the last few years Christa had been with a lot of fluffs, but they all had the hard edge that came from the street. Christa couldn't imagine coming home night after night to any of them, but she could easily imagine coming in to find Sue in her home. It was nice to imagine and it had been growing on her mind ever since Sunday. Someone to be there when she got in, to make the house she owned a home and someone to share with. It was a dream worth chasing.

Sue was still on her knees, still staring in fascination at the massive phallus. Christa moved to her and placed her hands on the woman's shoulders, then gently turned her around to face the TV and pushed her over on all fours. She slipped her fingers into the satin panties and helped Sue out of them then knelt behind her. Sue looked back over her shoulder with a very apprehensive look, but Christa just smiled and gently stroked the cheeks of her ass.

"You've got the most incredible body," Christa said softly. Sue smiled and blushed, but her eyes never left the big cock as it drooped under it's own weight. Christa leaned over and began to kiss and nibble Sue's neck and her hand gently cupped the pretty blonde's pussy. She was pleased to find the woman was already incredibly wet and ready. Christa couldn't believe how perfect Sue was, she had found relatively few girls who seemed to get off on giving head, but it was obvious that the blonde did.

Rising back to her knees Christa squirted a generous amount of the lube on the big cock and slicked it up. Even with Sue's generous lubrication Christa knew the blonde woman would need help taking the massive black cock. When she finished it glistened menacingly and she took it in both hands to bring it to Sue's wet pussy. Sue's lips gapped open slightly and Christa thrilled when she saw the very tip settle between them. She rubbed it up and down the blonde's pink lips, which elicited a soft moan from Sue.

"You want it don't you?" Christa said harshly. Sue nodded and lowered her upper body to her elbows, forcing her ass up higher. She couldn't believe how hot she was, or how the black woman's words could send shiver's of desire through her.

"That's a good girl," Christa said as she found the right place and the bulbous head settled at Sue's opening. Still holding the mighty dong with both hands Christa pressed forward with her hips. At first there was no movement at all as the ring of muscle at Sue's opening refused to budge. Christa kept up the steady pressure, not trying to force her way in, but watching in fascination as the tip disappeared into Sue's delicate pink pussy.

Sue had never felt anything like it; even the girl's fist hadn't felt so large. She tried to force herself to relax, but her muscles wouldn't obey. Slowly, almost grudgingly they began to expand as the relentless pressure continued. There was a horrible stab of pain followed by an uncomfortable fullness. Sue cried out, but even as she did she felt the huge head slide past her entrance and utterly fill her pussy. The pain lessened to a dull ache that mingled with the thrilling sensation of being so full.

Christa was smiling as she watched the muscles in Sue's ass and thighs quiver. She loved the way Sue's pussy had clamped down on the thick veiny shaft of the dildo. Christa still held the shaft with one hand while placing her other on Sue's hip. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh and she pressed forward again. Sue groaned as the head expanded the walls of her tunnel and a couple of inches of the shaft disappeared into her.

"Please," she gasped.

"Please what baby?" Christa asked, as she stopped pressing forward.

"Go slow," the blonde managed. Christa exulted then. She had feared Sue would ask her to take it out or to stop, but no, she just wanted her to go slower. Christa could do that; she had all day with this lovely creature. Bernie, you're a fucking idiot, she thought to herself.

"Don't worry sugar, I'll be gentle, just relax," she said instead. She grasped Sue's hips again and pressed forward.

Sue groaned again as she felt the huge intruder nosing deeper into her pussy, but this groan sounded different, almost like a cross between a groan and a moan. It was starting to feel good, really good and Sue was getting into it now. The flash of pain was a distant memory and the aching was totally eclipsed by the pleasure the huge cock was giving her. She even found herself pushing back, trying to help her lover bury the whole thing. She wanted it all, even though she knew it was impossible to take the whole thing.

Christa knew differently. For all its impressive girth, the dildo was only ten inches long. From their earlier encounter she was confident Sue was at least that deep. Looking down she had to wonder though, she only had a little more than half of it inside the married woman's pussy and already she was having to actually use the muscles of her hips to force it deeper. She smiled when she noticed Sue was pressing back on the big dildo.

"You like that big black cock, don't you sugar?" Christa said as she forced another inch into Sue's gapping pussy. The blonde didn't reply, but that was all right with Christa, the way she was moaning and pushing back on the big dildo was more eloquent than words. The little butch gripped Sue's hips tightly and pulled back just a bit, watching as the inner lips of her pussy were pulled outwards by the huge cock. When a small bit of the latex, slick with Sue's juices was exposed Christa pushed back in. The visual stimulation was so erotic that Christa felt sure she would have cum right there if she hadn't used the deadener.

Her plan now was to fuck Mrs. Sue Prescott like she had never been fucked before. Christa had not been sure that she would get this opportunity, she had misread women in the past and in more ways than she cared to name Sue was still an enigma to her. She also faced her own demons, every time she had ever tried to form a serious relationship it had all turned to shit. She had planned this carefully, making sure she would be able to go all evening if need be and it was her hope that she would be able to fuck the tall blonde to exhaustion. Nothing made an impression on a woman like being fucked till she passed out. Christa felt she had a lot to offer the object of her affection, but at this point in time sex was her only inroad and she intended to make the most of that. These thoughts and others raced through the little butch's mind as she continued to slowly work the big dong into Sue's tight pussy.

"Ouch!" Sue exclaimed as the head bumped her cervix. Christa immediately pulled back.

"I think that's as much as I can take," Sue said ruefully.

"No. You're just not hot enough yet," Christa pronounced. The little butch pulled the huge dong from Sue's pussy with an obscene popping noise. Sue moaned in frustration at suddenly being so empty. That frustration was replaced with wild bliss when she felt Christa's tongue forced between her lips. Sue sighed and relaxed as Christa began to gently tongue her abused pussy. The little butch teased and caressed her lips and entrance for a while before zeroing in on her straining clit. Slow lingering licks with the flat of her tongue drove Sue wild and she began to babble as her orgasm approached. Christa carried her to the edge, but pulled back when Sue began to quiver. The blonde nearly screamed in frustration, but the sound caught in her throat when she felt the huge head of the dildo at her entrance again.




Football Widow



This time entry was not as painful, although she was still uncomfortably full at first. That quickly gave way to feeling wonderful as Christa tightened her hold on Sue's hips and began to work the monster cock deeper. Sue had never felt this full or anything this deep. Even Christa's hand hadn't seemed to fill her like this. She gritted her teeth as it pushed deeper and was caught off guard when the dark girl's hips bumped lightly against her ass.

"In baby," Christa said triumphantly. Sue managed to look back between her legs to see only the thick balls hanging down; none of the thick shaft was visible.

"Now girl, I'm going to fuck you like you deserve," Christa said in a throaty whisper. Sue felt the huge cock stir within her, drawing back a short distance then shooting forward. The lunge actually forced the breath from her lungs. With each thrust Christa withdrew a little more, slowly working up to long, deep, penetrating strokes. She was taking it slow, but Sue was becoming wild, forcing herself back on the big dick. Smiling the little butch moved to a faster pace, stroking most of the length of the big dildo in and out of her pliant lover.

Sue had never experienced anything like it. She felt like a skyrocket whose fuse was lighted and was moments away from blast off. Her mind struggled with the flood of sensations, but when the first mighty contraction hit she simply lost contact with reality. Pleasure, thick and heady ripped through her system and she felt herself pushed this way and that by the euphoric waves. She was neither riding them nor wholly sunk into them, but was at their mercy nonetheless. Her first impression when the most violent part of her orgasm began to subside was that of tingly pleasure still coming from her pussy. Christa had not slowed and continued to fuck her with long even strokes.

An after shock rippled though her body and caused her cunt to contract tightly on the huge cock. This in turn caused it's movements to be highlighted and like a pebble falling off a cliff it started an avalanche that was her second orgasm in less than a minute. This one was different, not as powerful or mind blowing, but still exquisitely pleasurable. She kept her head through it, feeling the even plunging of the dildo in and out. She tried to regain her breath and calm her racing heartbeat, but even as she began to get some control she felt a twinge deep in her pussy.

"Noooo.. Oh.. GOD!" She groaned as another mind shattering orgasm ripped into her. As powerful if not more so than the first it carried her away on another fantastic voyage of orgasmic bliss. Again she found herself coming back to the even strokes. Christa hadn't slowed at all, but was now driving into her with powerful and relentless strokes. The rhythmic slap of the girl's thighs against her ass was hypnotic and Sue's next orgasm caught her by surprise. This one wasn't as powerful, almost like a strong aftershock, but the continued minor contractions that followed let her know it was more than that. Sue had no idea she was multi- orgasmic. Bernie had never lasted long enough to bring her more than one, if that and her own hurried sessions with her vibrator always ended when she achieved climax. She tried to relax now, to just enjoy the flow of sensation, but her body was so sensitized that it wasn't long before she felt another twinge followed by a burst of pleasure that simply blotted everything else out of her mind.

Christa had a grimly determined scowl on her face as she continued to fuck the blonde beauty. Even when Sue howled through another orgasm the little butch continued to pound into her. Sue was whimpering now, making tiny noises that were not like anything Christa had ever heard before. They drove her on and she started to rotate her hips with each thrust. Sue groaned and stirred, but seemed incapable of doing more than rocking her hips back to meet the continued thrusts. Christa focused her attention on the television and concentrated on the commentary. She continued to thrust into Sue in an almost mechanical way, totally outside her consciousness. She couldn't keep watching or listening to Sue, the leggy blonde was so incredibly hot that even with the anesthetic Christa was afraid she would loose her concentration and that just couldn't happen. Tonight wasn't about her pleasure.

Sue's pussy was throbbing with pleasure, sending waves of pure bliss into her system. Her whole body seemed to be screaming with pleasure and that big cock kept slamming into her. She had lost count of the orgasms and of time, nothing seemed to matter anymore. As long as that wonderful cock kept sending her into shrieking orgasm the rest of the world was as remote as Mars. She felt another orgasm building, but there was something different. It was almost like her mind was misfiring, sensations were distorted and she felt out of sync with her body. When the orgasm came she heard her own feral scream of pleasure. Her vision swam and everything seemed to be viewed through a red haze. As the powerful pulses of pleasure overwhelmed her the red faded to black.

When Sue came to she found her head in Christa's lap. The little butch was gently stroking her hair and singing softly to her in her native tongue. Sue's eyes fluttered open and she shook her head.

"What happened?" she asked groggily.

"You came so hard you passed out,"

"Mmmmmm" Sue hummed, her whole body felt wonderfully relaxed and she was so content. She started when Christa's hand moved from her hair to her breast. She looked up questioningly at the little butch.

"Ready for some more?" she asked grinning.

"You've got to be kidding?" Sue asked. She didn't know how much more she could take.

"The game hasn't even started yet," Christa said smiling and tweaking her nipple.

"Fuck the game," Sue said drowsily.

"I intend to. Or more to the point, I intend to fuck you for the length of the game, so why don't you get in a three point stance so I can go back to calling signals," Christa said with a huge smile.

"Hut hut hut," Sue giggled as she slowly rolled over and got on all fours.

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Bernie was toasted and he knew he shouldn't be driving. He was trying to be extra careful as he turned onto his street. The little black Miata shot by so fast his alcohol soaked brain didn't even register it. If he had, he would have seen Christa smiling like a Cheshire cat as she quickly accelerated out of the neighborhood.

The house was dark as Bernie stumbled through the door. There was a funny smell in the house, something pungent and musky, but covered with the fresh scent of Lysol. He was too inebriated to recognize the aroma and continued to stumble up to the bedroom, knocking over a table lamp and cursing loudly.

Once he got undressed and into bed he tried to wake Sue. The Jets had crushed the Steelers and he wanted to celebrate, but his shaking seemed to produce nothing so he flipped on the light. Even that didn't wake Sue. She slept on, oblivious to his arrival. She had the damnedest smile on her face, one that Bernie couldn't fathom. He shut off the light and fell asleep thinking that must be some dream she was having.

The next morning Bernie woke late and had to rush out the door to make it to work. At lunch everyone was talking about the game except Christa, she seemed preoccupied.

"What's the matter shorty? Pissed off about the Jets?" he asked. She looked at him with an unreadable expression.

"No, just mad that my tickets are going to go to waste," she said casually.

"What tickets?"

"My girlfriend got me two ticks to the AFC championship game in Oakland, but I can't go,"

"You got tickets to the Championship??? How?"

"My friend knows one of the cashiers at the stadium," Christa said matter-of-factly. She was trying hard to seem down about it. Actually, Bethany had scored the tickets for her and suggested she get them to Bernie somehow. Christa was blown away by the simplicity of the ploy, but she could just imagine Sue's anger at him leaving her for a week. She could also imagine how she was going to fill that week for her boss's blonde wife.

"Gonna sell em?" Bernie asked a little too casually.

"Probably,"

"How much you want for em?" Bernie asked. He was trying to hide his excitement, but Christa knew she had the fuck. The question was how much could she gouge him for.

"Dunno, I figure I can get five hundred bucks for them online,"

"Hell, I'll give you seven hundred," Bernie said excitedly.

"Make it 750, I been eyeing an outfit for my girl,"

"Done!" Bernie said immediately pulling out his checkbook. Once he gave her the check Christa gave him the tickets.

"Holy fuck, I'm going to the game!" he hollered.

"Have fun," Christa said. Bernie looked at her and smiled.

"You two, I hope your bitch looks good and you get laid," Bernie said. Christa smiled to herself.

"Oh, she will, and I will, don't you worry about that," she managed to say without laughing.

End Part 1



Football Widow's Fantasy



It's gonna be a long fall season. Even my bf is cuddling the tube. And they have just started. Football is not my thing, but my house tends to be the center of it so I try to behave. This year looks to be worse than last, so here is my diary from last year.

My Football-Saturday "uniform"

My house will be over run by SEC football fans today, so I have to not make hubby at least not ashamed of how I look. Here's what I'm thinking, Denim shortshorts over black semi-sheer pantihose. hot pink lace-edged tank top. Black cherry nails and dancers flats shoes. Already have a french pedi in case my shoes come off. Delicate gold chain on my left ankle under the hose. And extra mascara, lol. I don't have any perfume that smells like football, so a few dabs of Red will do. The shorts did not look right so I changed to an obscenely short light-blue denim miniskirt. Note to self, do not bend over...

Have to go prepare some bowls of chips...

"Game Day"

I got them, hubby and some friends, all settled in with snacks and beverages and then smiled and asked if "Mrs. Miniskirt State College" could be excused for a while?" and they are all like. "Sure, thanks," and no one even tried to look up my skirt. Such gentlemen. So I came back here to hang out the chatroom and do my mani and pedi in Alice U. purple. Drives Alabama and Mississippi men crazy.

So I'm in my underwear, my nails are drying and none of y'all are here to chat with. I watched a few movies, eventually found one with a plot and a man who knows how and when to kiss his lady. Got me all mushy, oh my. And then the fantasy began. I was trying on a cute nightgown I hoped to fit in again if I can lose another inch or 2. It came from the Ann Taylor catalog.

And in the fantasy, I'm Dianne, myself, more or less, but a slender blonde, middle-aged housewife, with more hormones, and less husband, than I needed.

I heard the delivery truck stop, and she quickly pulled on a tank top and jean skirt and went to the door. He had a package that was for me, but torn, and i asked if i could check it and not accept if the item was ruined. He was looking me up and down and smiling and I nodded agreement.

I opened it and turned bright red as I took out a delicate lace nightdress, spaghetti straps, no waist and lace tiers in babydoll length (the one I'm trying on). His eyes got big and his mouth opened but no words came out. It was too late to put it back and pretend He had not seen it. I held it to my sweater. "I Wonder if it's too small?" I mused.

He stammered, finally weakly muttering, "Want to try it on and be sure? I can wait."

I agreed and slipped around the corner to the bath, leaving him at the door. I slipped out of my sweater, skirt and undies, squirmed into the negligee and looked in the mirror, it was almost tight, my nipples were pointing right thru it. I put my hands on my hips and twirled. It flared out and showed, everything.

Then i heard a sound, and without thinking stepped in to the hall to see what it was, and stepped into the embrace of a now naked and erect delivery man. I screamed, then his mouth silenced me, his hands pulled my arms up behind my back, and his manhood branded my bushy triangle. He kissed me hard, groaning, so passionately that the kissing was making me dizzy and his knees got mine apart. His tongued pushed past my lips and his cock found my opening at the same time. I wasn't struggling, and was suddenly and shamelessly wet. He turned me against the wall impaled me and proceeded to begin fucking me like a man possessed.

And in disbelief I felt my insides caving, he knew just what he was doing. I was wavering, but it hurt how he had my hands, so he let go and i hugged his neck, both arms around him. That's when he picked me up by my ass, held me wedded to him and drove wantonly in and out. My back was against the wall. Helpless in his arms I gave in to the waves and his strength and manhood. 

~The football crowd down the hall was rowdy~

I lay on the floor lost in fantasy, but could hear them yelling at the television, and then it was like they were watching and cheering the deliveryman on. That image sent me over the edge again. My nails tattooed his neck and i cried out as it came, the waves overwhelming me and he knew i was his. He finished into me, grunting and thrusting in triumph, then kissed me deeply as he subsided and his honey began to leak out and down my legs. I trembled and and came again, arched tightly against hin, and crying out softly.

And I imagined that the the men watched as he gently put me down on my back on the couch, and they applauded and whistled. And I made a wet place on the carpet.

Oh such a lush fantasy! No idea what they were actually yelling about. When I finally got up from the floor my legs were, and are, jelly. I put my skirt and sweater back on, and just didn't bother with underwear. Just in case someone took the trouble to notice. No one did.