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Hearts on Fire

By: Hearts on Fire



The two women talked like high school friends as they drove. Sam barely noticed the time,, or that the road was getting increasingly narrow. When she did, she realized that they were in the middle of mountains and it had begun to snow. Instead of being worried, Sam felt excited, almost exuberant.

"So, where is your family this weekend?" Sam asked.

"Well, my Dad travels a lot and over the past year, we don't come up here much together anymore. I go by myself occasionally though. But, unfortunately, not since school started."

"Aren't you afraid of being out in the wilderness alone?"

"No. It's really very comforting. I build a fire and have some wine... oops soda and ski until my heart's content."

"Well, I'm glad we could do this. I really needed a break," Sam said glancing at the teenager. 

Sally was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white sweater, which emphasized her shapely breasts. Normally, she didn't wear something so tight because of the size of her breasts. However, she knew that Sam had peeked at them on plenty of occasions and she naughtily wanted to put them on display. That excited her tremendously. 

Sam tried to keep from staring at the younger woman's breasts. She knew how men often ogled women. Yet, after looking at Sally she knew why. Although her breasts were large, they were firm without a hint of sag. She could tell from the way that they bounced as she had gotten into the car that she was not wearing a bra and from her observation, rarely did. No panties and no bra; teenagers today! she thought and shivered. My mother would have killed me.

The time flew by as they chatted about everything from politics to religion. They stopped once to use a restroom and picked up some perishables to take to the cabin. After that it took about a half hour before they reached a small one-lane road that led further into the mountains. By that time, the snow was coming down heavily. 

"Are we almost there?" Sam asked struggling to see through the blowing snow.

"Yes, it's just a couple more miles."

Soon they saw a log cabin sitting on a small hill with trees almost hiding it. 

"We're here," Sally said excitedly. 

Sam parked the SUV in front and they pulled their bags out and walked through the snow to the door. Sally found a key under the mat and opened the door. 

"Wow," Sam said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a relatively modern cabin with a single large room with a vaulted ceiling, a loft for the bedroom, a kitchen and one bathroom. There was a large fireplace dominating one wall and the cabin was furnished with comfortable but rustic furniture. On one side of the main room was a staircase that led to the loft where there was a king-sized bed. Fortunately, the place had electricity and running water. Sam had begun to wonder about that as they had trekked further into the wilderness. "This is very nice," Sam said, more than a little relieved.

"Thank you. Nobody has been here for a couple of months. However, my Dad said it is well stocked with food and the snowmobiles are all gassed up. We have everything we need to stay a month."

"I hope we don't have to use it," Sam laughed as she looked out the window at the falling snow. 

Neither of them had listened to the weather or they would have heard that the area was in for a major blizzard. 

"I'll get a fire started and you can take your stuff up to the loft," Sally said, taking off her coat.

"Thanks," Sam answered as she took her small suitcase up the stairs. When she was in the loft, she looked over the railing and sighed contentedly. This was going to be real nice she thought. 

"There are some sheets in the closet up there," Sally called up as she put some wood in the fireplace. The house had heat but Sally preferred to use the fireplace because a fire would heat the place up easily. Besides, it was so much more romantic! Sally thought and then felt her face turn warm. 

As Sam pulled the sheets from the closet, she suddenly wondered where Sally was going to sleep. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe she expected them to sleep together. The thought was a little disconcerting, as she hadn't slept with another person, even a lover, other than her husband since she was very small. She wasn't comfortable with that but she wasn't sure how to ask Sally. 

When Sam came back down, Sally had a roaring fire going and she had fixed them some hot chocolate that she had sitting on the hearth. 

"I thought we would sit by the fire for a little girl talk and have some hot chocolate," Sally beamed. 

"Wonderful," Sam said, settling down on a large bearskin rug in front of the fire. She groaned and said, "I feel like a pretzel after that drive." 

"Sorry," Sally said and sat down next to her as she handed her a cup of hot chocolate. 

The wind was whipping outside, blowing the snow sideways and whistling through the pine trees. The snow was accumulating at over four inches an hour. Neither of the women noticed as they sat and talked quietly by the fire.

Sally went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of brandy. "This should help to warm us up," she said as she poured a long shot into the cup that Sam held out. 

"Are you old enough to drink, young lady?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Almost," she returned with a cute grin.

"Well, as long as you're not going to drive." 

In a little while the bottle was missing more than a few shots and Sam was feeling very relaxed. "So do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"No, not right now. I've dated some since I started college but all the boys seem so immature. They only want one thing," she giggled. "If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"So how long have you been married?" Sally asked.

"About five years."

"Larry seems like a nice guy," Sally said. "He's a little older than you right?"

The innocence of youth! Sam thought and then she smiled. "Uh... yes he is."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that wasn't a polite question," Sally giggled nervously and took another drink of her spiked hot chocolate.

"No, you just asked what everyone thinks but are afraid to ask. That's refreshing," she said with a smile. "Larry and I met when I was working on my graduate degree. He is twenty years older than I am. When we met, I felt the same way as you about the boys at school being so immature. Larry came along and we just clicked. He's good to me but he is kind of stuck in his ways. I guess that's one of the downsides to being married to an 'older' man. He was married once before and actually has a daughter almost as old as me."

"You're not old," Sally blurted and then blushed.

"Thank you sweetie. Sometimes I feel old now days."

The room was silent for a while and then Sally spoke, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "So, is he good in the sack?" Sally blurted and then giggled. "Oh... sorry, I can be mouthy when I drink," she said with a pretty blush.

"It's okay. I guess the answer is that he used to be but I think the stress of his job and maybe his age has slowed him down. The truth is that sex was never that big of a deal to me. I guess that I have never really figured out what all the hoopla was about anyway."

"I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my boyfriend's car at sixteen. I didn't get much pleasure and it hurt. I've had a few others over the last two years but I haven't seen any fireworks yet myself... other than when I... I do it myself," she said and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, "Then I can fantasize about whatever I want."

Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise at her revelation. "Yes... sometimes we all have to take things into our own hands," she laughed and turned red.

Sam could feel that tingling between her thighs and thought that they had better change the subject. She turned to set her cup on the hearth. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as a sharp pain raced through her neck. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess sitting for three hours tightened up my neck. It felt like someone just put a dagger in me. I hurt my neck years ago playing volleyball and it has bothered me ever since."

"Well, you're in luck ma'am, 'cause I worked last summer at an exercise facility. I learned the art of therapeutic massage," Sally said with a grin. "Turn around."

Sam turned her back to Sally and felt her hands on her shoulders. A chill went down her spine as she began to massage the knotted muscles in her neck. "Oh God, that feels wonderful," she said almost swooning backward into the young girl.

Sally massaged her for a few minutes and then said, "Your entire back is tight. Why don't you get a hot shower and then come back and I'll work the kinks out?"

"That sounds really good right now."

A half-hour later, Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in a cut off pullover tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The pants had shrunk a bit since she last wore them and were a little too tight. However, she hadn't brought a lot of clothes so she didn't have much choice. She didn't have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts swayed freely as she walked, making her feel a bit uncomfortable but also very naughty. She didn't know what was getting into her lately. 

Sally was waiting in front of the fire with a large towel laid out on the sofa. She had changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and top. While Sam was gone, Sally drank a few more shots of whiskey for courage and was feeling very relaxed. She watched as the older woman approached. She could see the fullness of her breasts and the nipples poking through the thin cotton. Suddenly, she felt a little electric shock between her legs. Unlike Sam, Sally had realized some years ago that she liked looking at women and in fact, she liked looking quite a bit. Over the past several years, she found herself often dreaming of what sex with a woman would be like. While she hadn't acted on it, she knew that it was more than a passing curiosity and had masturbated to it often. Most of the time the woman in her fantasy was Sam.

Although Sally really believed that she hadn't tricked Sam into coming to the cabin in order to seduce her, the thought had crossed her mind. However, she also knew that she really didn't know how to go about seducing someone and she certainly didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with Sam at this early stage. 

"Listen, we don't have to do this," Sam said. "My neck feels much better." However, when she saw the disappointed look on Sally's face she added, "But it's okay if you still want to though."

"Of course. It's not often I get a beautiful woman in my grasps. Most of the women at the health club are older and frankly kind of dried up!" Then she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth. 

Sam could tell that Sally had had one too many and just smiled. "How do you want me?"

There were a million answers that Sally could have given to that question. However, she bit her tongue and said, "Lay down on the sofa on your stomach." 

Sam lay on the sofa and Sally came over close and knelt at her side. Then she reached up and began to massage the muscles around Sam's neck and shoulders again. 

"Mmmm," Sam moaned, as the young girl's experienced fingers began to work the tightness from her shoulders. "You have wonderful hands." 

And you have a wonderful ass! Sally thought as she glanced down at the seat of her tight sweat pants. "Thank you," she said as her fingers worked over the shoulder muscles and then down the back. She followed her spine down, applying gentle pressure with her thumbs on both sides of her backbone. When she reached the end of the tee shirt, she crossed over to the bare skin, continuing down until she reached her sweats. Then she moved back up. "Do you mind if I use some oil?"

"Mmmmm," Sam answered, as the warmth of the fire, the liquor, and the comfort of the sofa made her very sleepy. The long drive had tired her more than she thought. 

Sally picked up the bottle of baby oil that she had let sit next to the fire to warm and poured some on her hands. It wasn't the best thing to use for a massage but it would have to do. She rubbed her hands together until they were coated with the warm oil and then she placed them on the small of Sam's back again.

Another groan of pleasure came from Sam, as she felt Sally's hands begin to massage the oil into her skin. Slowly they moved up her back and under the tee shirt.

"Do you mind if I kneel over you?"

"No," Sam answered dreamily.

Sally placed one knee on each side of Sam and sat her buttocks lightly on her thighs. Then she began to move her hands up her back again. Suddenly, she couldn't believe how sensuous it felt to be massaging Sam like this. She had done countless massages but she hadn't cared for any of those people. This felt very different and a little chill went through her as her hands worked up and down the soft skin under her tee shirt. She covered every inch of her back, pushing the tee shirt up to her shoulders in the process. Too soon, she had finished the normal massage. However, she didn't want to stop as she could now feel excitement coursing through her and her heart pounding in her chest. 

Sam dozed off. 

As Sally thought about her next move, her hands began to tremble. Slowly, her hands slid up her back and then down the sides. They slipped down gradually until her fingers were touching the outer swells of Sam's breasts. She could feel her vagina begin to pulse as she massaged the soft flesh under her fingers. As her fingers went lower, she heard Sam moan and she stopped and waited, ready to pull her hands away. When she didn't hear anything more, she began to move again. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as her fingers slid down until they were under the slopes of her breasts. She knew that if she moved another inch she would be able to feel her nipples. Do I dare? She asked herself.

Sam had awakened when Sally's fingers had begun to put pressure on the sides of her breasts. Suddenly, she was very much aware of where the young girl's hands were and knew that she should stop her. But it felt too good. Her heart had begun to pound with growing excitement. Instead of protesting, she moaned quietly, as if she were still in a sleepy fog. Then, she surprised herself when she lifted up slightly, allowing the hands to move under her breasts. She had to suppress a moan as the tips of Sally's fingers reached her nipples.

Sally thought she was going to pass out from excitement. Now, she could feel Sam's hot nipples under her fingers. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt in her young life. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to move her fingers further underneath Sam and capture the entire mounds of flesh in her hands, but feared that she would break the spell. So she contented herself with moving the tips of her fingers slowly back and forth across the rough surface of her now hard nipples. With each stroke, she could feel the nipples almost burning her sensitive fingertips. She had an almost overpowering urge to take Sam's breasts in her hands. Yet she hesitated, not willing to risk something so bold. When she figured she probably couldn't go any further, she leaned down to Sam's ear and whispered, "Would you like me to do your legs?"

Sam was relieved and strangely disappointed at her words and almost groaned in frustration. "Uh huh," she whispered quietly. She had been on the verge of lifting up and letting the girl's hands have complete access to her breasts. She couldn't believe how excited she had become from the hands of another woman. 

Sally slid down Sam's legs and reached up for her sweat pants. 

When Sam felt Sally's hands at the waist of her sweats, she realized that she might have made a big mistake. She hadn't even thought that she would have to take her sweats off. But, it was too late as she felt her sweats being pulled down her legs and off her feet.

"Ohhhh," Sally moaned quietly when she saw what she had unveiled. She knew that Sam had a good body but she hadn't expected this. Her heart began to race again as she stared at Sam's lower half. She had on a pair of pale pink panties that were tight and hugged her buttocks sensuously. One side had ridden into the crack, revealing the lower half of a perfect cheek. The backs of Sam's legs, all the way to her feet, were perfectly smooth and without a blemish. Sally was trembling as she stood staring at the beautiful older woman. 

Then Sam felt Sally straddle her again, this time facing her feet, her buttocks just resting on her lower back. She could feel her eyes burning into her almost naked flesh. It seemed like it was a long time but was only seconds before she felt her lean forward and grasp one of her legs at the ankle. Sam moaned when she felt Sally's hands begin to work up her leg, kneading the flesh of her calf and then her thigh as she went. 

By now, Sally could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked. She hoped that it wouldn't soak through her sweats. Slowly, she worked the oil into the backs of Sam's legs until her fingers reached her buttocks. She thought briefly of moving her hand over the exposed cheek but controlled herself. Instead she reached down and pulled the panties from between her cheeks and pulled them tight. It was a casual gesture but one that made both women tremble inside. Then, as Sally leaned forward again to run her hands down her shining thighs, the front of her sweatshirt touched the oily surface. When she pulled back, she impulsively reached for her top and without asking permission, stripped it over her head, leaving her breasts free.

Sally had always been somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts. They were a full 34C on her rather small frame. Most of the time, she wished that she had smaller breasts and often tried to cover them up. However, they were very sensitive, especially the nipples. Her nipples had always been a source of some embarrassment. They weren't the more common "normal" round areolas and hard tips. Sally had what was referred to as puffies; instead of a hard tipped nipple, they were soft and smooth. The nipples were pale pink and covered almost half of her breasts. She wondered if that was why they were so sensitive. Sometimes she could bring herself off by just pinching the nipples or fantasizing about a female lover doing it for her. 

Now as Sally leaned forward, her breasts hung free. When her hands reached Sam's ankles, her nipples touched the backs of the older woman's legs. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the warm oil and Sam's soft skin touching the tips.

Sam felt it as well and realized with shock that the teenager's breasts were bare. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sally's top lying on the rug, confirming her suspicion. Now Sam felt juice dripping into her panties. That was quite a surprise for her, as she normally didn't lubricate very much. Larry often had to use a lubricant in order for sex not to be painful for both of them. 

As Sally moved her body upward, her nipples dragged along the soft skin on the backs of Sam's legs. She could feel shocks of pleasure rippling through her body and directly to her vagina. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her breath came in gasps as she pressed her soft mounds of flesh to the strong thighs below her. Suddenly she began to tremble and her vagina pulsed. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her body trembled as she began to climax! She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her thighs quivered and she gasped for breath. 

Sam's mind was reeling. She could feel the young girl trembling and hear little whimpers. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm. Her own vagina was pulsing but there wasn't enough contact to make her climax. Yet, her body tingled like she had never felt before. Then before she knew it, she felt the weight of Sally's body move off her as she got up. She opened her eyes and saw the young woman bend over to pick up her top. A little gasp caught in her throat as she saw Sally's oil coated breasts for an instant. They were pendulous and swung freely, and the nipples appeared positively huge. 


Hearts on Fire



Sally stood up and held her top to her chest. "Uh... I think I'll get a shower now," she said. "Can you help pull the sofa bed out for me?"

"Sure," Sam said getting slowly up. "Thanks for the massage," she said. Then, suddenly, she realized that she was half-naked with only her panties and a thin tee shirt covering her. She looked at Sally and saw her staring at her partial nudity. There was still an unmistakable look of lust in her eyes. Then she watched as Sally raised her arms casually, baring her breasts as she put her top back on. Now she had a close up view of her young friend's breasts. They were gorgeous and indeed large and the nipples were as big around as silver dollars. Then her face colored when she saw that Sally had noticed her looking at her breasts. She quickly turned and reached for the sofa.

The two women opened the sofa and pulled it out. When the mattress was stretched out, they both realized that it was not fit for someone to sleep on. The mattress looked lumpy and was dry-rotted. It obviously had not been used for some time. 

Both women stood looking at the poor excuse for a bed. 

"You can't sleep there," Sam said. Then Sam paused for a minute to consider the options. She couldn't let her sleep on the floor in her own place. "Uh... the bed upstairs is king sized. I suppose we can share."

"Are you sure?" Sally asked, suppressing a smile.

Finally, Sam smiled. She was being silly. It wasn't like Sally was going to attack her. "Sure. Larry says that I don't snore too loud," she laughed a little nervously.

"I'll... uh... get my shower."

"I'll probably be asleep before you get to bed," Sam said heading for the steps. "Thanks again for the massage," Sam said turning to Sally. She saw her blush prettily.

"You're welcome." Sally hurried off toward the bathroom.

A short time later, Sally came quietly up the stairs. She could see that Sam was still awake. 

Sam saw that Sally had on a set of baby doll see through underwear and top. She must have looked surprised as she stared at the young woman because Sally looked embarrassed. She said, "I'm sorry, it's all I brought."

As Sally crawled under the covers, the snow outside was piling up and the wind was blowing it around until the SUV was barely visible.

Chapter 4

It took Sam a long time to fall asleep. When she finally did, she began to have erotic dreams. She was in a sea of large breasts. They were everywhere. She was sucking on one and playing with two others. Then, there were other women all around her, waiting for her to suck on their breasts. She was surrounded with flesh. Suddenly, Sam's eyes opened and she was in a cold sweat and very sexually aroused. She tried to put the dream out of her mind, however, each time she went back to sleep, she had another erotic dream and it always involved women. When the morning light finally came through the window, she was relieved. She lay on the bed and watched the snow continue to fall. Between her legs, her vagina was throbbing almost painfully now. She had to have relief.

Sam glanced over at Sally and could see that she was still asleep. Her need overcame caution and she slowly slid her hands under the blankets and down her stomach. When she reached her groin, she found that the gusset of her panties was soaked. She pressed the material into her swollen lips and moaned quietly. She used her middle finger to slide up and down the groove as she spread her legs. Finally, she pushed her sweatpants and panties down her thighs and off. Quickly, her fingers went back to her swollen sex. It was so unlike her to masturbate. She could count on one hand the number of times she had done it since she had gotten married. However, it felt so exciting now, she wondered why she hadn't done it more often. Another little moan escaped her mouth as she pushed her finger into her saturated hole.

Sally had awakened at the first moan. She glanced over and saw that Sam was on her back and that her hand was obviously between her legs. Suddenly, her heart began to beat rapidly and excitement began to course through her. She wanted desperately to touch herself but she dared not.

Soon Sam was at a point of no return. Her body began to tremble as her finger found her swollen clit. She gently teased it, bringing her closer and closer to climax. She worked hard to keep her movements to a minimum, however as her tremors began, she had to squeeze her legs together tightly. Her attempt to keep quiet and restrict her movement made her head spin. It was almost as if she were fighting the desire to climax. The very act of trying to hold it back made the tension build quickly. Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat as a strong climax rushed through her. Her hips lifted off the bed and her legs stiffened as her body trembled, shaking the bed.

Sally could tell that she was climaxing. It took all of her will power to remain still. She had the sudden urge to jump on the older woman. However, she controlled herself, as excitement coursed through her body. She squeezed her own thighs together, feeling her swollen sex lips almost pulsing. She almost sighed in relief when Sam stopped shaking. Suddenly, her body felt incredibly hot. She pushed the covers off and groaned like she was asleep. 

Finally, when Sam could catch her breath, she glanced over at Sally and was relieved to see that she was still asleep. Then, she noticed that Sally had pushed the covers off her body and was lying on her back with her legs spread apart, with one bent at the knee. Her face was serene with curls of her hair lying carelessly across her eyes. Sam turned on her side and stared at the pretty girl. Almost without thinking, Sam reached over and gently brushed the hair from her face. God, she is gorgeous, she thought. Then her eyes scanned down her body. She stared at her large breasts under her thin top. The nipples were bigger than any she had ever seen. Her eyes trailed down to her groin. A little gasp escaped her lips when she saw the young girl's bare pubic mound, barely hidden under the gauzy material. That confirmed that she didn't have any pubic hair. She sat up carefully to look closer and found that her pubic area was as smooth as a baby's butt. When Sam felt herself becoming excited again, she reluctantly pulled herself from the bed. She gently snatched her sweatpants from under the covers and hurried downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, Sam stopped and looked for her panties inside the sweatpants. When she couldn't find them she walked quietly back up the steps.

As soon as Sam was out of sight, Sally noticed that her panties were still lying on the bed. With a trembling hand she reached over and picked them up. Immediately she could feel how wet they were. With a moan of excitement she brought them to her nose and took a deep breath, her eyes closing in pleasure at the sweet smell of the older woman. 

Sam was at the top of the steps when she stopped in shock. She could see that Sally had her panties in her hand and that she was smelling them. Then to her total amazement, Sally opened the panties and licked the wet crotch. The shock of watching such an intimate act almost made Sam's knees buckle and she had to grab the railing for support. Slowly she backed down the stairs and walked on trembling legs to the kitchen. Her hands were shaking so much that she almost dropped a dozen eggs as she brought them from the refrigerator. Then she had to sit down and catch her breath before she could cook breakfast.

Upstairs, Sally quickly stripped off her pj's. Then she took Sam's panties and rubbed the still wet crotch across her breasts, feeling the remaining wetness sticking to her nipples. Then she slid them down her stomach until she touched her smooth pubic mound. She pressed the material into her swollen lips and rubbed it up and down the groove. When she touched her clit, she began to tremble. Soon her own juice was mixed with Sam's, making the crotch totally soaked again, this time it was wet with their combined juices. She couldn't believe how incredibly sexy it was to masturbate with her friend's panties. Then, she used her middle finger to press the wet crotch into her throbbing hole. Suddenly, Sally moaned and her body lifted off the bed. She climaxed with the tiny panties inside her throbbing vagina. It was one of the most intense that she had ever had. When she finally crawled out of bed, she brought the panties to her nose again, and then stuffed them into her bag. Then she put on her clothes and walked down the steps on very shaky legs. 

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced out the front window. Suddenly, she rushed over to the window and let out a yelp.

"What's the matter?" Sam said as she turned from the stove and rushed toward her.

"Look," she said pointing out the window.

"Oh my God," Sam said when she saw that their car was totally covered in a snowdrift.

"Let me get the radio," Sally said as she rushed back upstairs. A minute later she came back down with the radio on. "It's pretty bad. They say it's one of the worst blizzards that has hit this area in forty years."

"Oh Jesus, we're not going to get out of here today are we?"

"I don't think so. But, don't worry, we have enough food to last weeks."

"It's not that. I need to get back! I have too much to do."

"It might be days before we get out of here," Sally said. She kept a frown on her face but inside her heart was fluttering with joy.

"Can we call somebody?" Sam asked.

"Sure but that's not going to get us out of here. We're several miles from the closest road that they clear." 

Sam took a deep breath and let it out. Then she smelled her bacon burning. "Oh shit," she yelled as she rushed over to the stove. She salvaged what she could and placed it on a plate. When she turned around she saw Sally coming toward her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw for the first time what the young girl was wearing. On top she had a tight tube top that emphasized her large bust. She could see the dark outline of her large nipples. Below she had on a pair of white stretch cotton leotards that hugged her like a second skin. In fact, they were so tight that the seam of her crotch pulled between the lips of her vagina.

Sally saw her surprised look and said, "I thought we would go skiing and those snow suits are really hot. I prefer to wear as little as possible underneath. Sometimes I even go naked," she added with a giggle and blushed.

Sam didn't comment but she did raise her eyebrow and then a little smile crossed her lips. The things we find out about people, she thought. "Well, sit down and have some breakfast. I'm not the best cook in the world but I can whip up a mean omelet."

"Sam, I'm so sorry I got you into this. I really am."

"It's not your fault sweetie. I could have checked the weather. We'll just have to make the best of it. The truth is that it might be good for me to take a little time off. Besides, I could be in a lot worse places," she said with a meaningful smile. "I'll call later and let someone know that we're still alive." 

"Thanks!" Sally said

"For what?"

"For not making me feel bad."

"Eat!" Sam said as she placed a plate in front of the pretty young girl.

After breakfast the two women waited until the wind had died down and the snow had stopped before they tried to venture out. They both dressed in snowsuits that were left in the closet. However, when they tried to open the front door, it was snow bound.

"That's okay, the back should be clear," Sally said. They were able to open the back door and went outside.

The sun had broken through and the sky had cleared. Suddenly, they were standing in the middle of a glorious winter wonderland. Everything was snow covered and sparkling white. The road leading to the house was completely gone. It was almost as if it never existed. Nothing man-made was visible, except for the house and shed, for as far as the eye could see.

Sally led them to the shed where they cleared away enough snow to get inside. There were numerous sets of skis and boots along with two snowmobiles. Sally pulled several sets of skis and boots out. She handed a pair of boots to Sam and said, "Try these, they should fit you."

The size was a little large, but they were wearable. Sally helped Sam adjust the bindings on her boots and then she put hers on. Then, they carried their skis through the deep snow to a spot where they could put them on. 

Sam had never been on snow skis. However, she could water ski and thought that it would be similar. When she stood up, she realized that it was very different. Then, as she tried to move, she fell over into a pile of snow.

Sally tried to help her up but Sam pulled her down on top of her. Both women began to laugh so hard that they couldn't get up. 

"This is harder than I thought," Sam laughed as she lay on her back in the snow.

"You'll get the hang of it quickly," Sally encouraged. 

When they finally got to their feet, Sally showed Sam how to move as if she were doing "cross-country" skiing, forcing one ski forward and then the other in a rhythmic pattern. The two of them moved through the snow-covered forest until they came to an opening at the top of a hill. 

"Wow," Sam said as she looked out across the valley. "This is so beautiful!"

"I always thought so. I knew that you would love it. My dad and I used to spend hours and hours skiing down these hills. Sometimes we would be so exhausted when we got home that we would collapse in front of the fireplace and fall asleep and not wake up until the following morning."

"Well, now what do we do?" Sam asked, holding her poles and ready to go.

"Watch me." Sally moved down the slope at a slow pace, showing Sam how to move her skis back and forth and how to use the snow plow technique to stop. When Sam tried it, she got about ten feet and fell. She laughed and tried again. Finally, after four or five falls, she made it to where Sally was waiting. However, she was still sliding down the hill. Fortunately, Sally grabbed Sam or she might have slipped all the way to the bottom. 

"If I keep this up, you're going to have to carry me back to the cabin," Sam laughed. When she looked at Sally, she saw her looking at her funny. "What?" she asked. 

"Nothing, you're just so pretty all covered in snow. Kinda of like a snow bunny," she added with a laugh. 

Sam could feel herself blush and she looked away. When she did, she lost her balance and fell forward into Sally. Sally tumbled backward, hitting a branch of a spruce tree that was covered in snow. The heavy snow fell from the tree right onto Sally's face as she hit the snow flat on her back. Sam came down on top of her again. Both women screamed with gales of laughter, as they lay covered in snow again. 

"I'm such a klutz," Sam laughed. Suddenly, Sam realized that she was lying on top of Sally, their faces inches apart. She looked down at her snow-covered face. She quickly pulled her glove off and began to brush the snow from her face. When she had most of the snow removed, she saw Sally's smiling face and twinkling eyes. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold and wet from the melted snow. Her skin was creamy and smooth. Suddenly, she had an overpowering urge to kiss her. Instead she rolled off and onto her back. She lay looking up at the bright sun, suddenly breathing heavily. 

"Come on lazy bones," Sally said and got to her skis, pulling Sam up with her. 

The two women began to move down the hill again. Sam was a quick learner and had gotten to the point where she could move slowly downhill without falling. Fortunately, the snow was so deep that the powder kept her from going too fast. 

Several hours later both women were tired and ready to go home.

It was a long trek back to the cabin and as Sally had predicted, they were both exhausted as they stumbled inside. They quickly stripped their suits off and hung them near the fireplace to dry. 

"I'll get the fire stoked. Why don't you get some wine and a couple of glasses?" Sally said.

When Sam came back out of the kitchen she stopped suddenly. Her eyes fell on Sally as she bent over the fireplace stoking the coals. She still had on the skintight leotards and they were stretched almost obscenely over her tight buttocks. Sam felt an unwanted chill run through her. It was obvious that Sally wasn't wearing any panties and the material was almost transparent, revealing the dark crease between her buttocks. A view of Sally walking toward her this morning with the seam of her tight pants running between her lips suddenly flashed into her mind. She took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Sally, her eyes riveted to her sexy derriere. Then she sat down on the floor and leaned against the sofa.

Sally could feel Sam's eyes on her buttocks and continued the process of stoking the fire longer than necessary. Several times she even swayed her backside back and forth. Her face had turned hot but not from the fire.

Sam smiled as she took a sip of her wine and watched the blatant sexual display in front of her. While she tried to remain calm on the outside, on the inside she was trembling with excitement. She felt a little trickle of sweat break out on her brow and finally had to avert her eyes.

Finally, Sally joined her and the two women sat against the sofa, facing the fire, their shoulders touching. When the first bottle of wine was done, Sally got another. They talked quietly for a while and then fell silent. The room became very quiet with only the sound of the crackling fire. A short while later, Sam felt Sally's head touch her shoulder. Based on her regular breathing, it was obvious that she had fallen asleep. When Sam moved slightly, Sally's head fell toward her. She gently laid her head on her lap and watched her sleep. Suddenly, she felt the urge again to kiss the pretty girl. With the wine coursing through her veins, she leaned down and turned Sally's face upward. Slowly, she let her lips gently touch those of the younger woman. A moan escaped her throat, as she tasted Sally's sweet lips for the first time. Her head began to spin. She jumped when she felt a hand reach up and grasp the back of her neck. 

Sally moaned and opened her mouth as she pulled the older woman's mouth to her own. She felt her vagina pulse as she pressed her tongue toward Sam's mouth. Another moan escaped her lips when she felt Sam open her mouth to let it inside. Then she thought her heart would jump from her chest when she pulled her tongue back and Sam's followed. She closed her lips around the intruding tongue and began to suck. Chills began to run up and down her spine. Soon, the two women's tongues were dueling with one another and their warm saliva mixing. 

Sam could no longer think straight. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Her head was spinning so much that she was concerned that she might lose consciousness. She had never had a sweeter or more sensual kiss. It was nothing like kissing a man. Sally's lips were so soft and, maybe it was from the wine, but even her saliva tasted sweet. Then, when she pulled her lips slightly away and Sally's tongue began to lick her lips, she almost lost her breath. She pressed her mouth back to the younger woman's willing lips and she moaned. 

How could something so wrong feel so good? she thought as the kiss went on and on. Suddenly her hand was moving on the younger woman's stomach. Both of them tensed as it moved slowly upward. As Sam's knuckles touched the underside of the covered breast, she hesitated. God, what am I doing, she thought. Then, as if she couldn't control it, her hand opened and it covered one of Sally's now heaving breasts. 

With trembling fingers, Sally reached up and pulled her tight tube top upward. She felt Sam lift her hand out of the way. She began to tremble as she felt the warm air from the fireplace on her naked breasts. She knew that Sam's hand was hovering inches from her soft flesh as they continued to kiss. She sucked hard on the tongue in her mouth. 




Hearts on Fire



Sam hesitated, her hand trembling inches above the young woman's bare breast. Her hand moved downward and a moan escaped her lips. Sam's lips muffled her scream, as the palm of her hand covered the soft mound of flesh. "Oh Jesus," Sam gasped as she pulled her lips from Sally's. She looked down and saw her hand covering the breast of another woman for the first time in her life. It was like a dream. Just like the dream she had had last night. She watched, in an almost removed fashion, as her fingers began to knead the soft flesh. While she had touched her own breasts many times, this felt different, almost softer. Her fingers squeezed the flesh and her thumb slid across the pale pink nipple. 

"Oh God, suck it!" Sally hissed. With her hand still behind Sam's head, she tugged gently. 

Sam felt her head being pulled down slowly but firmly until it was a fraction of an inch from one heaving tit. She hesitated. There was no turning back if she went any further. 

Sally whined and pulled on the back of Sam's head. "Please," she begged.

Sam was trembling all over as she stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched the nipple. She heard Sally gasp. Then, she widened her tongue and licked across the soft and puffy surface. A moan escaped from her own lips as she felt the soft skin under her tongue. Then, her mouth opened wide and she sucked the large nipple inside. Her heart was pounding so hard and pumping blood so fast that she couldn't even hear Sally's scream. Suddenly, her mouth was filled with sweet flesh. The nipple filled her mouth like a soft marshmallow and tasted almost as sweet. Although the evidence was in her mouth, she still couldn't believe that she was sucking on a woman's breast. Just a few days ago, it would have been appalling to even imagine herself doing something like this. Yet, she didn't try to pull away even as Sally lifted her chest toward her mouth. She allowed the pressure on her neck to hold her mouth to the warm flesh and she began to suck, pulling a good portion of the nipple deep into her mouth. Saliva began to drip from her lips, running gently down the slopes. When she began to worry the puffy nipple with her teeth and then her tongue, she felt Sally begin to tremble. Her tongue laved the soft skin, covering it with her warm saliva. 

Sally was gasping for breath as Sam began to nibble on the nipple with her teeth. The young girl was quickly transported into a sensuous world where she had never been. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Her vagina was pouring juice into the crotch of her leotards. A dark stain began to form, spreading across the white cotton. Suddenly, her hips lifted up and she groaned loudly as an incredible climax began. It started as a tiny tremor in her chest and ran quickly to her pulsing vagina. Then it exploded throughout her body as she screamed in pleasure.

Sam barely heard the scream. She was so engrossed in sucking the warm flesh that Sally was almost done with her climax when she realized what was happening. When she felt the pressure on the back of her neck ease, she pulled away leaving strings of her saliva hanging from her open lips to the breast below. Her head was spinning and her lips were throbbing from the feeling of Sally's breast. She touched her lips with the back of her trembling hand, wiping the saliva from them. Suddenly, she realized what she had just done and almost jumped up, startling Sally and almost throwing her to the floor. "I... I... should... should get us something to eat," she stuttered. Then she turned in confusion and hurried to the kitchen.

Chapter 5

The two women were mostly silent and avoided eye contact as they ate an early dinner. They were both feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. However, Sally was also elated. What had happened was beyond her wildest dreams. Now she knew that Sam wasn't totally opposed to a little contact with another woman. It was also quite thrilling to know that she could turn on the older woman.

When Sam finally spoke, it almost startled Sally. "Well, since I'm not going to get home for a few days, I need to make a few calls."

"Can... uh... can we work on our essay afterward."

"Yes, that would be an excellent idea," Sam said, thinking that at least that would be a neutral activity. She now realized that it was going to be difficult to be so close to Sally for the next few days. They would need some diversion or she didn't know what might happen. Unfortunately, now that her libido was peaked by their intimate activity, it would be hard to control. And, if the little tremors she still felt between her legs were any indication, it might be impossible for her to keep her hands off of the young girl. She couldn't let that happen. She had too much at stake. She was going to be the wife of the chancellor of the University.

After the dinner dishes were cleared, Sally found some writing paper and sat on the sofa. Sam went in to take a shower and said she would join her in a few minutes. When she came back out, she had on a short white terry cloth robe she found in the bathroom and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She sat on the sofa, a comfortable distance from Sally. 

"Do we have a hair dryer?" she asked.

"Uh... no! Damn, that's one thing I forgot. If you sit with your back to the fire, I think it will dry pretty quickly."

"Okay. Let's see what you have so far," Sam said as she reached for the pad. When their hands touched Sam felt and saw sparks. It was probably from the dry air in the room, she thought.

Sally believed that it was because of an entirely different reason. She suppressed a little smile of delight.

Sam read the essay topic ideas that Sally had written down and added a few of her own. They talked quietly for some time about the various topics and narrowed it down to three. One topic that Sally had listed, interestingly enough, was "Lesbianism in Modern Literature". Sam knew that that would shake up the school if it were chosen. 

The two of them worked for another hour developing an outline for the various topics. The discussion about lesbianism was somewhat tense but nonetheless interesting. However, they skirted around the real issues in an effort to stay professional. 

Sam noticed that Sally had a smile on her face that never left as they discussed women loving women. And she could feel little ripples of excitement beginning again deep inside. She knew she needed to change the subject. "We'll need to get to the library and on the Internet to check some of these out. However, I think we have a great start," Sam said in a professional tone as she assessed the younger woman. Sam had concluded that Sally was a very sharp girl after their many conversations over the past couple of months. She was more than just a pretty face. However, that pretty face kept overshadowing Sam's attempt to play the professional teacher. Every time she would look into her eyes, she would feel little shock waves emanating from between her legs. "I think I had better try to dry my hair if I don't want to go to bed with it wet," she finally said.

"Why don't you sit by the fire and I can brush your hair. That should help dry it quicker."

Sam thought that was innocent enough so she said okay.

"You have beautiful hair," Sally said as she began to run the brush through it.

"Unfortunately, it curls so easily that whenever I get it wet I can't do anything with it."

"Why don't you just let it go curly? I think you would look sexy with naturally curly hair," Sally said, loving stroking her hair with the brush and following it with the touch of her hand.

"Maybe I will," Sam answered as she leaned back into the younger woman. "Oh, that feels so good." There was something so comforting about the way Sally was stroking her hair with the brush and following it down with her hand.

"Listen, I do a great facial massage," Sally said, putting the brush down on the hearth when her hand was hanging smoothly across her shoulders. "Would you like me to do one for you?"

Sam remembered what happened with the last massage. But, how sexual could a facial massage be? she thought. "Well, if you promise to behave," she said with a smile and without admonishment in her voice.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," she responded and returned the smile. "Let me get some cream," Sally said and hurried to her bag that was up in the loft. While she was there, she put on a pair of cut off jeans and a half jersey that barely covered the bottom of her breasts. 

When Sam saw Sally hurrying down the stairs, she almost gasped. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with her movement and it almost looked like her jersey would flip up and reveal them any second. Sam tightened her robe around her and shivered.

"Alright, turn around and put your head in my lap. You're in good hands," she joked as she spread a towel across her bare legs. While Sally tried to act calm, she was very nervous. It was such a thrill to know that she was going to get to touch Sam again. And, it was even better that she didn't seem mad at her from what had happened earlier.

"Okay doctor," Sam said as she turned and laid her head in Sally's lap.

Sally turned Sam's face up to her and began to gently massage her temples. 

Sam eyes were closed and she moaned as she felt the gentle touch. She is good with her hands, Sam thought as she relaxed into Sally's lap. 

Soon Sally's hands moved down to her cheeks. She added a little cream and massaged it into her soft skin. Then her fingers ran under her chin, slipping back upward and across her tight jaw muscles. "Relax," she whispered. "Wait a minute," Sally said and got up. A few minutes later she brought over the radio, two glasses and a bottle of wine. She tuned the radio to a soft classical station and poured a glass of wine. "Would you like a glass?" she asked.

"Uh... I guess," Sam said hesitantly. She wasn't sure she wanted to feel that good. Still, she was feeling so comfortable she thought that one glass couldn't hurt. She took the offered glass and drank about half before leaning back onto Sally's lap again.

Sally started her massage again. She took her time, working on all the tense muscles in Sam's face, using her thumb to guide her hands. 

Sam was almost asleep when she felt the hands move down to her neck. She opened her eyes in concern. When she looked up, she realized that she was looking directly up Sally's cut off jersey. She took a deep breath and watched the large globes sway freely back and forth inches from her face. The movement was almost hypnotizing. She could see the lower section of Sally's pale pink nipples. The thought that she had been sucking on one of those just a few hours earlier brought a tremor to her body.

"Are you chilly?" Sally asked when she felt her shiver.

"Uh... no," Sam answered and tried to close her eyes. However, as much as she didn't want to look, her eyes kept opening. She barely noticed when Sally's hands began to move further down her neck. Then, she felt her fingers slip under the opening of her robe. "Sally," she moaned as the hands slipped lower and closer to the swells of her breasts. She knew where this was heading.

"You're so tense," Sally said as her hands reached the beginning slope of Sam's breasts and she gently began kneading the flesh. "Relax. Relax. Relax," she whispered methodically as her hands moved slowly up the slopes. Her hands went deeper under the opening of the robe.

Oh no! Sam thought, here we go again. However, she left her hands lay idly at her sides as she felt her robe being slowly opened. Her heart was pounding in her chest now and knew that she should stop her. When she felt the warmth of the fire on her bare breasts, she knew that she was exposed. However, she was frozen in place and she couldn't even open her eyes. It was almost like it wasn't happening if she didn't see it.

"They're beautiful," Sally gasped as she stared at Sam's breasts. They sat high on her chest, the nipples as hard as pebbles. Sally's hands moved slowly over the heaving orbs. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her fingers around Sam's soft breasts. She could feel her nipples almost burning her palms and she groaned deep in her throat.

"Sally, please," Sam whispered as if she couldn't stop the woman and was somehow powerless. However, this time she wasn't under the influence of the wine. She was tired from her busy day but perfectly sober. In spite of her outward protests, her vagina began to quiver and juice started to run down her thighs. 

Sally grew even bolder and as she continued to play with one breast, she reached down and threw her robe completely open. Now she was staring at Sam's body, entirely naked before her. Her eyes traveled downward over her breasts, across her soft stomach and between her legs. She saw that Sam had a light fuzz of pubic hair and wondered if she trimmed it. Her well-shaped thighs were spread slightly apart and her feet were moving nervously back and forth. A little chill ran through her when she saw a glimmer of wetness on her sparse pubic hair.

Sam knew that she should stop the young girl. This was so wrong and so dangerous, she thought. Yet, her only movement was the heaving of her breasts. 

Sally's heart was beating rapidly and her hands were trembling as she continued to massage the soft breasts. She noted that Sam's breasts were much smaller than her own but were nonetheless beautiful. They were the size of navel oranges and she was surprised at how firm they felt. Her nipples were long and looked like pencil erasers. She opened her hands and gently rubbed the palms across the hard nubs in a circular fashion. 

Sam began to squirm as Sally played with her breasts. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to control her breathing. However, the room seemed to be spinning now. She trembled at the thought that her robe was open and that Sally had a view of her entirely naked body. Still, she made no move to close it. Instead, her legs squirmed open a little further. Whimpers began to come from her lips as the younger woman continued to tease the now throbbing nipples.

Sally leaned down close to Sam's ear. Her tongue came out and she began to lick little circles around her ear. She could see goose bumps on Sam's body. Then she took a deep breath and whispered, "Play with yourself. I want to watch." Her heart almost stopped as she held her breath and waited for an answer.

"Oh Jesus," Sam moaned but she didn't move.

Sally reached down and found one of Sam's trembling hands and placed it between the older woman's legs. She pressed her middle finger down on Sam's, forcing her finger to slide between the fat lips. 

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned as her fingers felt her swollen sex lips. Her legs spread wider and her fingers began to move automatically between the inner lips. 

From above, Sally had a wonderful view of Sam's now juice-covered fingers moving between her legs. She could feel her own vagina pulsing and dripping her juice. It was incredibly exciting to watch. Oh how she wanted to be the one touching Sam but she feared that that would be going too far at this point. She feared that she would jump up and leave her if she moved too fast. One of her hands continued to caress Sam's breast and the other rubbed the side her face gently as she watched in fascination. 


Sam was lost in a sensual fog as her finger began to work up and down between her swollen lips. A low moan escaped her lips when her finger slipped inside for the first time. Her body began to tremble. Then, her finger slipped out and touched her swollen clit. At the same time, Sally bent over and kissed her. That was all it took. A long and low scream escaped her mouth. 

Sally held the older woman tightly, continuing to kiss her as she felt her body convulsing in pleasure. "That's it, that's it," she whispered as the older woman trembled in her arms. 

"Mpppphhhhh!!!" Sam grunted as pleasure rushed up and down her body. It seemed to go on for a long time until finally she began to relax with only tiny whimpers escaping her lips.

A few minutes later, Sam opened her eyes and saw Sally smiling down at her. 

"Was it good?" Sally whispered rhetorically. 

Sam moaned and her face turned red with embarrassment. Then, she felt Sally grab the wrist of the hand between her legs. She watched curiously as she raised it to her mouth. Then, a gasp escaped her lips as Sally slid the fingers into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked her wet fingers. She had never tasted anything quite like it. Sure, she had tasted herself but this was different, somehow sweeter. She could feel her own vagina pulsing like she was close to a climax. 

Sam sighed as she watched the young girl clean her fingers. When she was done, she looked up at her as if she were a petulant child. "Did you bring me up here to seduce me?" she asked in an exhausted voice. It was a simple question with no animosity. 

"No. However, the thought did cross my mind," Sally answered honestly.

When Sam didn't respond, Sally asked, "Are you mad at me?" There was a worried look on her face now.

Sam remained quiet for some time thinking of her answer. The easy and truthful answer was no. However, the consequences of that answer could be difficult to deal with. She was feeling something very special for Sally and that could complicate her life. The truth was that she wasn't angry at all. At that moment, she was feeling very satisfied and even loved--something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Instead of answering the question, Sam reached up and pulled Sally's mouth down to hers. A charge of electricity ran through her and her vagina began to throb again as soon as her soft lips were pressed to her again. She had never responded so quickly after having a climax, especially considering how intense it had been. 

Sally's heart was beating fast again and she wanted to leap for joy at Sam's response. Then, she moaned in frustration as Sam pulled her lips away. 

Suddenly, a very naughty thought went through Sam's mind. It was entirely crazy but the young girl had cast a spell over her and she could no longer deny it. There were secret thoughts hidden in her mind that had suddenly been brought to the surface. Thoughts that she would never admit to before this day. Do I dare? she thought as she bit her lip with indecision. Throwing caution to the wind, Sam looked into Sally's eyes and said, "I want... I want you to... to do something for me." Her voice was trembling and her insides were churning.

"Anything," Sally said excitedly.

"I... I... want you to... to masturbate for me. I want... I want to watch you do it," Sam said, her voice dropping low, almost fading out. Then her face turned three shades of red and she looked away, suddenly regretting her request.

Sally's eyes grew wide with surprise. Did I hear her correctly? she thought and asked, "Really?"

"Yessss," Sam whispered, afraid to look up at the young girl's face. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. She had always been the proper one, a real conservative. Yet, now she was asking this young girl to do something very nasty. I must be losing my mind! she thought. Yet, there was tingling throughout her body. It was as if an inner person was screaming to get out, someone other than "Professor Edwards". It was a warm and sensuous person who had long denied her true feelings. 

"Alright," Sally quickly agreed and almost jumped up, leaving Sam on the floor below her. She reached for the snap in her cut off shorts and then pulled the zipper down. Slowly, almost as if she were stripping, she opened her shorts and began to push them down. She watched Sam's eyes as her soft flesh was revealed. When the shorts dropped to her feet, she inched forward until her bare vagina was almost directly above Sam's surprised face. 




Hearts on Fire



"Oh!" Sam exclaimed as she looked up at the wet and bald vagina. From this angle, she had a perfect view of Sally's juice beginning to run from her swollen lips. It was trickling down her thighs in a shiny stream. Sam unconsciously licked her lips. "Why... why do you... you shave yourself?" she asked.

"I guess because it's so much more sensual. Do you like it?" she said, reaching down to gently rub the smooth surface with her fingers.

"Uh... yes, I think I do," Sam whispered.

"I love the smooth skin way it feels under my fingers," she added as she slowly slid her fingers between the lips, smearing them with her copious juice. Then she gently rubbed the shiny liquid over the surface, coating the skin with the sticky juice. A moan escaped her lips. "Maybe we should do yours," Sally said breathlessly, only half facetiously.

Sam tore her eyes from the young girl's crotch and looked up at Sally's sparkling eyes. She slowly shook her head no but her heart was fluttering in her chest. In her mind she was thinking of how Larry would react to something like that. Not very well, she was afraid. 

Sally turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Come closer," she said to Sam, her throat suddenly very dry. She watched the woman move as if in a trance. As Sam knelt close to her feet, she lifted her legs, placed her feet on the sofa and spread her thighs wide. She slid down slightly, opening herself and displaying her swollen sex lips obscenely. A moment of embarrassment rushed through her. The only other person that had had such a view of her was her doctor.

Sam was finding it hard to get her breath as she watched the young girl display herself so blatantly; seemingly unashamed that another woman was staring at her private parts. 

The light from the fire gave Sam a perfect view of the pretty girl's treasures. Her eyes stared directly into her swollen vagina. It's beautiful! she thought. I never realized how pretty a woman's sex organ could be! She was totally amazed at the revelation. 

It was the first time Sam had ever seen a vagina close up. She had never even looked closely at her own. Whenever she went for a gynecological visit, she wondered how someone could make that his or her profession. Now she thought, if they all looked like this, it would be a wonderful job. 

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as Sally brought her hand down to her pulsing sex organ and moaned. Sam watched with her eyes as wide as saucers as the young woman began to massage her inner lips, opening herself. She could see her copious juices streaming out like a river now. Suddenly, she was very much aware of her own vagina as it began to throb again. She could even smell Sally's excitement.

"Oh God, yes, watch me, watch me play with myself. It's soooo exciting," Sally hissed as she plunged her finger into her sopping hole. She stared at the older woman's eyes, which were totally focused on her sexual parts. She could see wonder and excitement and that made her hole quiver and pulse on her finger. 

Soon the room was filled with the slopping sucking sound of Sally's finger moving in and out of her clinching hole. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them and her hips were moving up and down. Within seconds, her hand was covered with her juice and it splattered on her thighs. She tried desperately to keep her eyes open but the pleasure was too great.

Sam could hardly get her breath as she watched the spectacle before her. She had never seen anything so obscene or exciting. She wasn't even the one masturbating; yet her vagina throbbed in excitement and she could almost feel the fingers moving inside her.

"Oh Gooooddddddd Sammmmm!!!" Sally groaned as her body began to convulse in climax. "Yes, yes, yes, Ohhhhh!!! I'm going to cummmmmm." Suddenly, her vagina throbbed and juice began to pour over her fingers and run in little rivers down her cheeks below. 

Sam watched with her mouth opened and her breath coming in gasps as if she had been running a marathon. She couldn't believe the amount of juice that was coming from Sally's hole. Suddenly, a little tremor went through her own vagina and she felt her own juice running from between her swollen lips and dripping to the floor. Her hips squirmed and she desperately wanted to touch herself. 

Before Sally had even recovered, Sam was on her feet. Suddenly, she was embarrassed again. "Uh... uh, it's late and I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight," she said, leaving Sally shocked and worried that she had gone too far.

Sally watched Sam rush upstairs. She sat silently for a few minutes until finally, she got up and went to take a shower, hoping that Sam wasn't mad at her. After all, she was the one that asked to see her masturbate! she thought. 

When Sally finished her shower, she quietly went upstairs. She could see Sam lying on her side facing away from her. Gently, she took off her bathrobe and crawled into bed naked. She lay awake for a long time, a million thoughts going through her head. Several times she started to turn over and touch Sam but she hesitated and tears came to her eyes.

It was much later that night when Sally awoke for some unknown reason. Then she felt the bed gently moving and heard a little whimper. She glanced over and saw Sam lying on her back with her eyes closed. Sally might have thought she was asleep but then she saw the blanket moving. Suddenly, she realized that Sam was masturbating. As gently as possible, she turned over and inched closer to the softly moaning woman. Then, boldly she reached over and placed her hand on Sam's naked thigh. 

Sam's body tensed when she felt the touch of the younger woman. But she shivered and sucked in her breath excitedly. Her first thought was a feeling of embarrassment at being caught. Then, she didn't care as she felt Sally's hand begin to move.

Slowly, Sally moved her hand up Sam's thigh. Her fingers moved across the soft skin until they reached Sam's own hands. Gently, she slipped her fingers under Sam's until she could feel her wet pubic hair. A smile crossed her lips when Sam made no move to stop her. She slowly slid her finger through the soft hair until it touched her swollen lips. It was Sally's turn to moan as she felt the vagina of another woman for the first time in her life. She heard Sam begin to whimper again as her finger moved softly across the wet flesh of her inner lips. 

Sam's head was spinning with excitement and just a little fear. She wanted to stop Sally but her gentle fingers felt too good. Instead, she let her hands fall to her sides and her legs spread wider, sighing in resignation. "Oh Goddddd!!!" she hissed as the girl's finger slowly slid into her body. 

Sally could feel the walls of Sam's vagina throbbing and squeezing her finger. Her own finger had been inside her body many times, but this was different. It was even more exciting. She twisted her finger around, massaging the rippled walls of the sexy older woman's vagina. Juice began to run down her finger and cover her hand. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she began to move her finger in and out. She bent her head closer and captured one of Sam's nipples in her mouth. 

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned and pushed her hips upward, forcing the finger deeply into her. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to take much of this. Then she felt Sally add a second finger. "Oh God Sally," she moaned. Several seconds later, her body began to tremble like she had received an electric shock. Then every muscle tensed. "Ohhhhhh Goddddddd!!!" she screamed as a strong climax ripped through her. 

Sally was surprised at the speed and intensity of Sam's orgasm. It seemed to go on for such a long time. She could feel the walls of her vagina throbbing with each wave of pleasure that rippled through the older woman. Now her hand was soaked with Sam's sex juices.

As soon as Sam's climax was over, she again felt embarrassment. She lay stiffly, looking up at the ceiling. Sally's hand was still lying on her pubic mound. Abruptly, she rolled to her side and away from Sally. She was so confused. She had never felt like this and it scared her. 

For an instant, Sally felt rejected again and frowned. However, she also understood Sam's emotions. Then a smile crossed her lips. It had been a wonderful evening and events had progressed far beyond anything she could have hoped for. Talking a chance, Sally moved toward Sam and snuggled up behind her in a spoon fashion. A chill ran through her when she felt Sam's naked body next to her own. 

At the touch of Sally's soft breasts to her back, Sam shivered. Then she felt the younger woman's arm circle her and her hand reach for her breast. Her first impulse was to push her hand away. But, suddenly an overwhelming feeling of comfort came over her and she relaxed and pushed back into the younger woman. Sam had never felt more loved than at that moment. She wondered why she was fighting it so much. A cascade of emotions rushed over her and tears began to stream from her eyes and she wasn't even sure why. Was it because this was something she had longed for all her life and had denied it? Or, was it from guilt and shame at what she had allowed to happen? Consciously she couldn't answer the question, but deep in her soul she knew the answer. She pulled Sally's hand up to her lips and gently kissed it and then rubbed it to her wet cheek. 

Behind her, Sally sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, her heart almost bursting with joy. Within minutes, they were both asleep

Chapter 6

The smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking awoke Sam. She opened her eyes and stretched. A feeling of great euphoria rushed over her and she smiled. All of her upbringing told her that what had happened last night was wrong. However, every other part told her it was so right. It was like she had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. They were arguing right and wrong. But, she couldn't tell which position the angel or the devil was taking.

Sam got out of bed and put her robe on and walked barefooted down the stairs. The fireplace was already roaring and the house was filled with warmth. She padded into the kitchen and saw Sally standing at the stove with her back to her. She had an urge to walk up and hug her. However, she had to talk to her before they went any further. She saw that her place at the table was already set and a hot cup of coffee was waiting. Sally must have heard her get up, she thought with a smile.

"Good morning," Sam said as she sat down at the table.

There was a glowing smile on Sally's face as she turned around. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderfully," Sam answered, taking a sip of coffee and looking into the pretty girl's bright face. Butterflies began to stir in her stomach when she saw the pure look of love on her face. Sam's own face flushed hot and she had to look away. "Snowing again," she said, nodding at the window.

"It does that a lot up here. You hungry?"

"Starved."

"I thought we would fire up the snowmobiles today," Sally said as she brought a plate of bacon and eggs over and set it on the table. 

"I don't know how to drive one of those things," Sam said.

"Well, if you like, you can just ride with me."

"That might be safer for all of us," Sam said with a laugh. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"No, I already ate," she answered and then added with a smile, "I'll just watch you."

Sam started to respond but stopped. She could see a look of devotion in the pretty girl's eyes... or was it something more? A chill went down her spine as she began to eat.

When breakfast was over, Sally got up from the table to get the snowsuits. However, Sam stopped her, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa.

"We need to talk first," Sam said seriously as she sat on the sofa next to Sally.

Sally's smile turned to a frown. Here it comes! she thought.

Sam took Sally's hand and held it in her lap. She looked at their entwined fingers as she said, "Sally... uh... what we have done... is wr..." Sam paused. "Oh damn, I can't say it was wrong. But, most people would frown on it to say the least... not to mention the school."

Sally looked at Sam, afraid of where she was going with this.

"You know I have... have a reputation to maintain at the school. It's... it's very important to my husband and my careers. Any rumor like this could destroy us. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I... I guess," Sally said. Suddenly she was worried that Sam wanted them to end it now.

"Sally, whatever happens or has happened here must be kept between us. Do you understand?" she said, looking into the girl's eyes.

Sally's face changed from a frown to a glow. "Yes, of course!" she almost screamed, the word "happens" echoing in her brain. Then her arms flew out and circled Sam.

"Wait sweetie," Sam said with a smile, pushing the young girl back and taking her cheeks in her hand. "Also, when... when we leave here, it has to end. Do you understand that?"

Suddenly Sally's face turned serious again. Tears began to fill her eyes as her head moved slowly up and down. "I understand," she whispered and dropped her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sam felt tears drop on her hands. Her own eyes filled with tears. "It... it just has to be that way," she said as she turned Sally's head up to face her. "Let's just enjoy the time we have here, okay?" Sam smiled as she used her thumbs to wipe away the tears on Sally's cheeks.

Sally smiled in spite of her sadness and her head moved up and down.

Sam leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. She heard a moan come from deep in Sally's throat. Then, the young girl's hands reached up to caress Sam's robe-covered breast. Sam grabbed her hands and smiled. "Let's get dressed and go for a ride."

The speed of the snowmobile forced snow to stream into the two women's goggles as they flew across the open field. Sam's arms were wrapped around Sally's waist and she held on tight. It was an exhilarating ride across the cold and wind swept fields. The noise of the straining engine echoed across the valleys as the snowmobile ploughed across the snow.

Sally handled the powerful machine like an expert. She had learned to ride when she was very young and routinely beat her father in races. However, she was somewhat of a daredevil in nature. 

As they sped across the powdery snow at forty miles an hour, Sam became concerned when she saw that the ground in front of them dropped off into a deep ravine. 

However, before they could hurtle across the chasm, Sally swung the machine sideways throwing a plum of snow into the air and bringing the machine to an abrupt halt. 

Sam let out a sigh of relief.

The two women got off the vehicle, pulled their hoods back, slipped their goggles off, and stood looking out over the frozen valley below. The noise of the engine was still echoing in their ears. Suddenly though, everything was silent and still. The only thing moving were several large birds sweeping across the sky searching for food. The sun had broken out and was shimmering on the seemingly endless hills of snow. As Sam stood looking at the scene in amazement, Sally stepped behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She pressed her cold cheek to Sam. 

Sam sighed and leaned back into her. They stood in the embrace for a long time before Sally turned Sam in her arms. They were face to face now, their lips but inches from one another. Without a word, their heads moved forward. Both of them moaned as their lips came together. 

The wind gusted through the trees, whipping up snow and blowing it across the kissing women. They barely noticed as their tongue dueled and their hearts filled with passion. It was a soul-wrenching kiss for both women. They stood motionless with only their lips and tongues moving. Their bulky snowsuits separated their suddenly very warm bodies.

Finally, Sam pulled away. "Whew, these snow suits are hot," she joked.

"I told you so. That's why I'm naked underneath."

"Sally!" Sam exclaimed and laughed.

"Look," Sally replied and pulled the zipper down all the way down to her crotch. Then she opened the suit to reveal that she was telling the truth.

Sam gasped as the looked at the large breasts and then down at the smooth skin between her legs. She hadn't noticed that Sally had put the suit on without clothes. Now, Sam's eyes stared at Sally's nearly naked body. Then, she threw off her gloves and reached her cold hands quickly into the suit and grasped both breasts in a teasing fashion.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sally moaned as Sam's hands caressed her warm flesh.

The intent had been to make Sally squeal and teach her a lesson about being so brazen. However, the reaction was very different from what Sam expected. 

Sally's eyes closed and she moaned in excitement. 

Sam began to move her hands on Sally's warm breasts. Her thumbs moved across the smooth surface making the young girl shiver with excitement rather than the cold. Sam moaned as their lips went back together. Slowly she moved her hand downward. 

"Oh God," Sally gasped when Sam's hand slipped between her legs.

Suddenly, Sam was touching another woman's vagina for the first time in her life. It felt so different from her own because of the lack of hair. She cupped the fat outer lips in her hand and squeezed, bringing a moan from the young girl. Sam moved her finger between the lips and hesitated. Slowly she pushed her finger upward. 

Now both of them moaned as Sam's finger went into another woman's body for the first time in her life. She felt her own vagina throb and clench as Sally's did the same on her finger. Her cold finger became immediately warm as it was coated with Sally's juices. She was again amazed at the amount of lubricant the young girl produced. Within seconds, her hand was covered with her slick fluid. 

Sally began to move her hips up and down on the probing finger, taking it deeply into her with each downward thrust. Another gasp escaped her lips when Sam slid a second finger into her. Suddenly she trembled in the older woman's arms and a strong and unexpected climax hit her. Her knees almost buckled and Sam had to hold her up, waiting for her trembling to stop. 

Sam heard her groan as she pulled her wet fingers from between her legs. "That was pretty amazing," she said, still holding her tightly again. "Do you climax that quickly all of the time?"

"No, just with you," she replied and her rosy cheeks turned a deeper red. 

"I'm glad. Now close your suit up before you get frost bitten," Sam laughed and pinched one of her nipples making her squeal.

"Thank you," Sally said when she was zipped up. Then she kissed Sam's lips quickly and hurried over to the snowmobile. She started it up and Sam got on behind her. As they pulled away, Sam pulled herself closer to Sally's back.

The two women rode the noisy machine for miles, speeding through the woods and up and down the snow-covered hills. Finally, when their gas began to run low, Sally slowed down. "We had better head back," she yelled over the noise of the motor.

"Okay," Sam answered. 

A few minutes later they were walking into the cabin, stamping their feet to get the snow off of their boots and snowsuits. Then, Sam walked over to the fire and stripped off her suit. Underneath, she had worn her sweatpants and tee shirt. When she saw Sally come over and begin to unzip her suit, she stopped and stared. 

Sally saw her eyes and slowly pulled the zipper down until it was completely open. Then, she quickly let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her naked.

Sam's face flushed red as she stared at the naked teenager. It was the first time Sam had seen her totally naked. She already knew that Sally had a great body but she had no idea how well proportioned she was. While her breasts were large and her waist narrow, she didn't look top heavy. Her breasts were firm and sat proudly on her chest. It almost looked like she had a bit of baby fat around her waist, but otherwise; there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Sam's eyes focused on her breasts and felt a little thrill go through her. Sally's nipples were very different from her own. At that moment, they looked so kissable, she thought and felt her face flush hot. Her eyes moved lower. The soft line of her hips flared out giving her a perfect hourglass shape. She let out a little gasp as she looked between her legs. Her fat inner sex lips were protruding from the larger, smoothly shaven outer lips and they were still wet from her climax.