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Peaches and Honey

By: PacoFear



This story is longish and romantic-ish and lesbian-ish. Abandon ship if that's not what you're looking for.

If you've read my other stuff you'll see this explains one side of a love triangle. If you haven't read my other stuff, well, you're probably still a lovely human being and productive member of society. 

All characters in this story are over eighteen. So's the author. 

*~*~*~ Part 1 ~*~*~*

Half an hour into my first office party and I already wanted to go home. Almost everyone was wearing black so I stuck out like a dufus in my stupid blue satin wrap dress. I'd worn it to my cousin's wedding last spring. 

The dress matched my eyes, but I'd picked it that night more for its maximum coverage up top. I'm a smidge on the chesty side and even as a teenager, I had the feeling that swinging cleavage around at a work party would be tacky.

What I didn't count on that night was not having a single person to talk to. Sure, I was just a little filing clerk that worked a day or two a week at their fancy accounting firm, but everyone was usually superfriendly. Well, okay, mostly the accountants. And they were guys.

Here's the thing: I'm young, skinny, blonde and friendly. As far as boys go, I'm a hot fudge sundae. Ever meet someone that doesn't like hot fudge sundaes? Me neither.

So I usually flirted with the office guys a little. Just jokes and stuff. It never got gross. They were well-behaved professional types and old enough to know better. 

There was zero flirty chitchat that night though. Just me standing awkwardly by myself. I never know what to do with my hands when I wear a dress. There's no pockets or anything. Folding my arms under my chest wasn't an option either. That would push things up and the goal was to avoid drawing attention there. Besides, it was bad body language if I wanted anyone to talk to me.

Not that anyone was going to.

"Great idea, Dad," I muttered. He'd been the one urging me to come to the stupid party. I'd been moping around the house for weeks. 

We both knew the real reason he ushered me out the front door was a tad more selfish. My brother was away for the weekend visiting our cousins. With both of us out of the house, there was no telling what sort of weird sex acts my parents were performing on each other right now. 

I had to stick it out here for at least another hour or two just to give the old folks some time to work it out of their systems. I tried not to dwell on the fact that my fifty year-old mother had a better sex life than me these days.

I started fiddling with my hair, wrapping a lock around my finger. It was a bad habit and I needed to stop. It makes me look like an airhead. 

Oh yeah, this was shaping up to be a titanically shitty night. Certainly not the kind of night I'd expect to meet the love of my life anyway.

About the time I finally managed to quit twisting my hair, I smelled cologne. A lot of it.

Ramon. He'd come after all. Thank god.

"Lo siento, senorita." He slid up next to me. "Trouble at home."

"'Berto's jealous again?"

Ramon shrugged and smiled even as he pulled me onto the dancefloor being used mostly by tipsy secretaries.

"Let's just say he hates when I leave him alone on Saturday nights. And I can't bring him here. Tan... derechista. Entiendes?"

I nodded. My Spanish sucked but I knew his problem. Ramon dressed better than any guy I'd met and he lisped like a leaky tire valve. He was incredibly, epically, flamingly gay. And he was one of my best friends at work. Everyone knew he was gay but bringing his live-in boyfriend would be rubbing his lifestyle in people's faces more than he dared. The firm was too "derechista," whatever the heck that meant.

For the next twenty minutes, Ramon made me forget about being ignored by the rest of the office crowd. We danced and made funny sexy faces at each other and laughed. His gayness made everything feel safe. When one of the secretaries finally tugged him away, I let him go. Everybody liked Ramon.

And that's when I met the love of my life. Okay, technically I'd met her before since she worked at the office too. But that didn't count. It was different. That night, I met the real Samantha.

The girl who would steal my heart forever tapped me on my shoulder softly. "Looks like we're all out of boys. Wanna dance with me?"

I turned. And I stared. With my mouth open. Like an airhead. Dammit.

During the normal work week, Samantha, the miniature ice queen of marketing was already dressed to kill. That night, she was dressed for genocide. 

Her tiny black halter dress was silky, slinky and mind-numbingly sexy. It was a dress for someone brave and beautiful. She wore it like a second skin. It fell low up top, exposing just a hint of the inside curves of breasts cradled in a delicately laced black bra. Her bronze chest was partly hidden by her gorgeous dark hair that fell all around her in long, loose deep chocolate waves. 

And of course the shoes. Always the shoes. Sam was a well-known shoe junky. Her three inch heels that night were sleek and black and made her already amazing legs look insane.

The best part of Sam that night? Her eyes. How had I missed them before? They weren't just green. The were perfectly green. The deepest, truest green I'd ever seen. When I looked in them, they closed around me. It was like getting yanked into a tropical rainforest where everything around me was really, really thick and dark and, well, green.

She was standing perfectly still too. Like she knew she needed to just let me look at her a little bit before I'd be able to talk. It didn't come off as vain. It was more like a self-awareness -- a recognition of the effect she could have on people. 

Samantha let a few heartbeats go by before she tried her invitation again. She started with my name this time and talked slower, enunciating clearly. In the way you would talk to someone with a mental handicap. Which was about right -- I was kind of handicapped at that moment.

"Heather, we are all out of boys. Would you like to dance with me?"

It worked. My brain rebooted. "Uh yeah. Sure."

She stepped in closer than I expected and took one of my hands in hers. Her other one went to the small of my back, like a guy's would. 

"So can you actually dance, girlie?" she asked.

"Sort of. A little." 

It wasn't a complete fib. My parents were pretty good ballroom dancers. Waltz. Charleston. Foxtrot. The classics. I watched them practice on the back porch. My Dad had even taught me a few steps.

She smiled. "Awesome. I'll lead. You follow. Ready?"

She stepped forward a step and a half then back the same way. I copied. We did it again, faster. 

We were soon moving smoothly and I risked a little extra hip swivel for some style. "This is fun. What is it?"

"Salsa. Hey, you're doing pretty good for a jock. Field hockey and lacrosse right?"

"Yeah," I answered looking down at our feet.

She squeezed my hand gently. "Hey, don't look down, girlie. Stay up here with me." 

I looked up into her eyes again and felt butterflies pitch a fit in my stomach.

"Heather, I want you to spin in towards me now. And keep your hands high."

She stepped aside as I came in, then caught me and snapped me back the other way. It felt so good it made me giggle out loud. The butterflies pitched another fit. My junior prom date hadn't made me feel this way. 

We kept dancing. The real Samantha, the one who came out that night, was an amazing dancer. Her tiny gorgeous body twisted and rolled to the music. Some of her hair fell across her face and her eyes went smoky. Jesus, she was sexy. 

Before I realized it, I'd slid in a little closer. She didn't seem to mind. We were tight enough now that I could smell her and that turned out to be a very good thing.

I've been a sucker for smells ever since my first girlfriend. Samantha's wasn't like Stacey's simple strawberry or my own funky bubblegum. No, Sam was sweet like most girls are but she was also darker, richer, deeper. A honey scent. And some kind of fragrant wood. Not cedar. Something else. Something exotic. I was trying to figure it out when Samantha tugged me off the dance floor.

I followed her without arguing. I'd have followed her anywhere.

"C'mon blondie, I need a drink and I bet you do too. What would you like?"

Hallelujah, I already liked Samantha. Now I really liked her. "Glenlivet. Double. One ice cube."

She cocked her head and looked at me for several seconds, green eyes drilling away."You uh, drink scotch?"

"Yeah, why?" I smirked. "You expected me to ask for a white wine spritzer or something?"

"Kinda. You're—"

"I'm what?" My eyebrow went up on its own.

"I dunno, take your pick: Young. Cute. Blonde. Young," she repeated.

"I'm a little more than what I look like, Sam." I met her eyes for a long second before looking away.

"I guess so." Samantha chuckled. "When I get back, we're going to drink to that."

She turned and walked towards the bar. I watched her go. That was a good thing too.

It was generally agreed at the office that Samantha had, hands down, the sexiest walk in the firm. It was almost a runway strut. Her feet followed a single straight line and it made her hips rock in a sensual way as she went. There was an easy, confident rhythm to it too. I don't think it's the kind of thing that can be taught. A girl has it or she doesn't. Samantha had it. By the truckload. Probably from birth.

When she came back, we clinked glasses and I had a long sip. The single malt's smoky warmth gave me a little extra courage, so when I saw one of the accountants I was chummy with walking towards us, I smiled brightly. "Hiya Jerry."

"Hey." He nodded, but he kept right on walking.

"Jerry," Sam acknowledged him as he went by.

"Sam."

I looked at Samantha but she didn't seem surprised he'd given us the cold shoulder. "Okay, what the hell? Why is everybody avoiding us."

"The wife factor."

"Wife factor?"

"Mmmhmm. All these guys that are friendly and chatty with you normally? They're going to ignore you tonight. You're too pretty."

I could feel my forehead crinkle up. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Nope, their wives are here. They can't be seen talking to you. They'll catch hell at home for it later. It's okay, I'm too pretty to talk to too. Frankly, it's the reason I'm dressed up all vampy like this. I like to drive the guys a little extra nutty since they can't get anywhere near me tonight. Someday I'm going to show up to one of these parties in my underwear."

"And heels?" I grinned and started laughing.

"Yep, cherry red, five-inch, fuck-me stillettos," she eked out between laughs. We were giggling hard enough that people were glancing over.

"Yeah," Sam sighed finally, "these parties are usually pretty boring. I only come because I'm expected to. I'm the one who puts them together. Not sure why, but somehow the cruise director responsibilities usually fall on marketing."

"Accountants lack social skills. Bummer for you."

"Meh, it's not so bad. The booze is free and I get to pick what gets stocked at the bar. Besides, now I've got you."

I liked the sound of that last part so I clinked her glass with mine again. "Yeah Sam, now you've got me." 

We talked for the rest of the night. We even did some more dancing. Sam had me all right. The question was, did she want to do anything with me? 

*~*~*~ Part 2 ~*~*~*

I told myself that I needed to play it cool with Samantha. Maybe swing by her office just before lunch and ask her if she'd done anything interesting on Sunday. 

I couldn't wait that long. I made it to 9:02 am Monday morning. So much for playing it cool. By 9:06, I was begging her to go to lunch. Worse? She said no. And, for the first time, she mentioned that she had a boyfriend, Danny. 

Huh?!

The game had changed. That first day I invited her out to lunch, Sam said she had to meet with some clients. The second day, she said she needed to run errands. The third day, she said she was leaving work early and had to work through lunch. The fourth day, she said she had a conference call. 

I'd have given up, but each time she turned me down, she did it with a smile. 

It was almost two weeks before she said yes. I don't give up easy.

We had a nice lunch. She opened up a little about personal stuff. Not a lot. But enough. When I asked her about boyfriend, she told me about Danny but didn't talk about him for long. She shifted the conversation to her boyfriend before, Stephen. Such a sad story. Killed by a drunk driver.

When Sam talked about Stephen, she wasn't her normal confident self. For the first time, she looked just as small and delicate as her body seemed. 

Samantha may have been a little cool to the people at work, but she wasn't a bitch. She was just a little bit broken. I think we had that in common. I was still having a hard time getting over my last girlfriend. 

Sam and I had a few more lunches. Soon, I was tagging along with her for shopping trips on weekends. 

I met Sam's boyfriend, Danny, when we stopped at her apartment to drop something off. Ewww. I didn't want to hurt Sam's feelings but he was not the guy for her. 

He stared blatantly at my boobs the entire time we talked and I wasn't even wearing anything particularly revealing. I barely managed to keep from just giving him a long, hard look and a reality check: Yeah genius, they're real. And you're never going to see them. 

I kept quiet though.

Sam didn't say anything either and that was interesting. It was another clue. Another dot to connect. Sam didn't care about Danny. If she did, she would have been pissed at his behavior.

One Friday night, after a particularly good girls' night out -- dinner, more shoe shopping, and then ice cream -- we stopped at her apartment again. That's when Samantha and I had our kind of turning point. It's when she figured out how I felt about her. And it all happened right under her boyfriend's nose. 

It was late when we got to her apartment. Danny had his friends over. A quick glance around the room told me what I needed to know. They were equally douchey. They were hooting over their X-box and had already cruised through a case of Budweiser and were halfway through a second one. In cans no less. Seriously? Budweiser? Cans? I guess somebody has to drink that shit. 

Not Sam though. She liked wine, Italian reds. She led me into the kitchen where she pulled out a Barolo I'd had before and I'd loved. I told her so while she rummaged for wine glasses. 

"You've got a great year here," I peeked at the vintage.

"You know Italian wine too? Exactly how long have your parents been letting you drink?" She shook her head and smiled. The smile twisted into a frown when a piece of the bottle's cork snapped off in her corkscrew. She carefully threaded the corkscrew in again only to snap off another piece of cork. 

She smirked and looked at me.

I giggled. "You've got the rot, girlie." 

I laughed harder at her reaction: the way her mouth fell open and her face flushed pink. "Sam, I meant the cork, not you."

"Oh, right," she chuckled, "so what now smartie-pants?" She slid the corkscrew across the counter at me. 

I nibbled my lip and contemplated, then yelled into the family room, "Hey Dannyboy, do you have a pump for your basketball?"

"Yeah, in the closet on the top shelf," he answered. Sam fetched it and handed it to me.

I wiggled my eyebrows goofily as I plunged the pump's needle through the cork and started pumping air into the bottle. "Somebody kept this bottle standing up for too long. The cork dried out and dry-rotted."

"Huh, so wetter corks are better?" Sam asked just as the pressure built up enough in the bottle to pop the cork free in one complete piece. I grinned, pleased with myself. 

"C'mon Sam, wetter is always better right?" I answered her in a way that I hoped was clever and naughty and flirty. But I was so pleased with myself that I took it too far. I winked at her too. 

Whoa. That was incredibly cheesy. I wished I could take it back. I winced then glanced away and tucked my hair behind one ear. 

Just when I was sure I'd fucked the whole thing up, Sam chuckled and the guys in the room next door starting howling and cursing over their video game.

"Come on Heather, let's go outside and get away from their racket." Sam nudged me through a sliding glass door onto their little back deck. There was room for two lounge chairs and a small table.

"So, you been on any dates lately?" Sam asked casually as we sat down.

Here we go. Sam was guessing at my flirt but she wasn't sure. And like smart girls do with delicate issues like this, she was coming at her real question sideways. With any luck, she'd get the answer she was looking for without making either of us look stupid.

"Nope. No dates. I've had an idea or two along those lines though. " I shrugged and sipped her wonderful wine, swirling it around on my tongue. Blackberries and leather filled my mouth. The wine was fantastic and I forced myself to savor it. If this went crummy, it might be the last time I ever drank with Sam.

"So, we've talked about my disastrous love life," she smoothly moved on, "tell me about yours."

I nodded. It was another sideways question. She was getting closer now.

I told her what there was to tell about my experience with guys, down to the gritty details. We'd gotten close enough to talk openly. 

I described my awkward romantic blunders. The begging, pleading boys in their back seats. How, for a handful of polite, respectful ones, I had taken off my shirt and let them stare at my bra-covered boobs while I made them happy with my hands. The braver ones had asked if they could see my breasts. The bravest had even asked to fuck them. That had been kinda fun. And a couple of guys had even felt the warm, sucking insides of my mouth when I got curious about that too. 

Finally, I told her about my first time actually sleeping with a guy -- about how painful and awkward and disappointing it was with "fumbling" Danny Ferguson. 

After a throaty chuckle, Sam asked her last question, "Any other dates?" She was eyeing me carefully over her wineglass again. 

I froze. Bingo. She'd angled her question perfectly. I could tell her I dated girls too or I could play dumb. It was up to me. A lifetime passed as we looked at each other.

Oh hell, I'd already come this far. "Other dates?" I asked coyly to stretch it out. My lip curled up into a half-smile all by itself.

"Mmmhmm, other dates." Now Sam was smiling too.

"Oh, those dates. Right." I took a big breath, said a quick prayer in my head. Then I just let it all come rushing out. I'd never told anyone the story before. It was time.

I told Samantha about Berry, my last girlfriend. I told her about falling in love with another girl for the first time. About how wonderful she smelled and how tenderly she kissed. 

I told her about the long afternoons Berry and I spent together as friends when people could see us. And the long nights we spent together as lovers when they couldn't. I let the love I still felt for Berry ring in my voice. We had been more than a "tee hee, lesbi-friends" kind of thing. I'd loved Berry. And I always would. It felt like Sam should know. It felt right telling her. 

When I finished pouring out my heart, Samantha didn't disappoint. She did just the right thing. Her eyes were large and soft as she reached over and put her small, warm hand on top of mine. 

"I'm sorry it ended. It sounds like you two had something very special." 

It was all she said. It was all she needed to say. Sometimes, fewer words really are better. Her hand stayed on top of mine though, her palm on the back of my hand. I had to fight the urge to lace my fingers through hers. I was so hungry for just that tiny bit of extra closeness.


Peaches and Honey Ch. 02



Author's Warning: This is the other half of the story and it is fairly long. It also rotates from Heather's perspective to Samantha's. She's naughtier and dirtier and more troubled. I hope that comes through.

Also, as fair warning, I sniffled when I wrote parts of this. It gets a bit mushy, but you guys saw that coming right? I mean, Samantha is my attempt at a tragic figure. If I can't get you to mist up at least a little over her life, I'm not doing my job over here. 

And yes, there's sexy stuff aplenty in here too. Trust me.

Everybody's over eighteen. I am. My cat is. You are too. Right?

Peaches & Honey Ch. 02 -- Petite Beauty's Heart Takes Two to Mend

**~~Part 1: Peace is a lie, there is only passion~~**

Cheese popcorn? Check. Giant flat screen tv? Check. Second-rate boyfriend upstairs in bed snoring away? Check.

Fred Astaire time.

I've always loved dancing and I've always loved black and white movies. Put the two together and you get Fred Astaire. Goddammit that man could dance. I'm a ballet girl at heart so Baryshnikov and Nureyev get their props, but when you're talking sheer entertainment, I'll actually take the Fredster any day.

Easter Parade was possibly my favorite of his movies. He does this long number in a toy store that is just amazing. I still can't believe he was fifty years old when they filmed it.

I know this will sound a bit creepy, but well… Freddie makes me kinda hot. One of the first times I'd ever masturbated was while I was watching one of his movies alone in my bedroom. Yeah, I pretty much started out kinky.

When I settled myself in for that long night of movie watching, starting with Easter Parade, it was a work night, but I've never needed a lot of sleep. I'm more of a catnapper, which is a good thing because I haven't slept all that well in awhile. It's the stupid nightmares.

What does a twenty-three year old girl have nightmares about? Well, take your pick: the love of my life that was killed by a drunk driver; hunting down that same drunk driver myself a year later to "even" things up; being anally raped by my uncle; or watching my grandmother die right in front of me when I was nine years old. They're the biggies.

I've seen things, done things, and had things done to me that no girl my age should. It's okay, I don't talk about that stuff much. Daddy always said that nobody likes a crybaby. So, I have a little baggage. Let's move on.

My point is, it wasn't unusual that I was staying up late. Or that I was holed up on the couch with a giant bowl of buttered popcorn that I'd smothered with good parmesan cheese. Or that I was shoveling it into my face in a very un-ladylike way.

But the soft knock at the front door in the middle of the night... now that was unusual.

"Sam?"

I knew that voice. In one word, from a room away, and through a thick door, I still knew the voice. My best friend. My lover. My sweet "Peaches." Heather.

Yeah, I've got a girlfriend too. Trust me, a little girl-girl action on the side is the least of my sins. I mean, you caught the part about me killing a guy right? Don't go wussy on me. He had it coming, and Sicilians, even half ones like me, don't forgive. We wait.

"Coming, girlie." I paused the TiVo and I was licking butter off my fingers on the way to the door and brushing cheese crumbs off my black satin robe. My hair was a mess too. I'd probably looked better.

Just before I opened the door, I remembered to wipe my greasy mouth with the back of my wrist. My breath would be horrible but there was no time to do anything about that.

Some women are pretty all the time: first thing in the morning; after pulling an all-nighter; even when they stagger home from a long run on a blistering hot day.

I have my moments, but I'm not one of those lucky, perpetually pretty people. 

But my girlfriend is. And that night was a perfect example.

When I opened the door, Heather was standing on my porch. She was visibly drunk, sobbing, and soaking wet from the rainstorm she had braved to come see me.

And yet, as god is my witness, she was still drop-dead gorgeous.

Her wet brassy blonde hair was plastered to her beautiful face. Her giant deep blue eyes were red-rimmed from crying and her cute little yellow top and jeans were glued to her bikini model's body. Her yellow silk top and bra were soaked, revealing her puckered nipples. Basically, Heather made pitiful look insanely sexy. Like a miniature playboy bunny that got lost in a storm and came looking for help.

I'm in love with my mini-bunny. She knows it. And I know she loves me too. We traded the "L" word the same weekend we shared a bed for the first time a few weeks ago.

I had been with other women before, plenty actually, but that had been mostly about good sex and a little kinship. Heather was the first girl I fell in love with. The last one too. There will never be another woman for me. I've told her that too.

"Sam!" she sobbed and pressed her cool, rain-soaked body against me.

I was instantly wet. Yeah, both ways. Heather turns me on. At least I can hide it… the effect she has on men is a lot more obvious.

"I... we need... I did something soooo bad…" she was drunk and upset, struggling with her words.

I didn't need her to explain. I had the basics already. If a picture is a worth a thousand words then a smell is worth a million. Two smells are worth two million. Heather reeked of whisky and cum. She'd slept with a guy.

"It's okay, love, I can... uh... kinda smell what you did tonight," I rubbed her back as she clutched me.

"Oh god, I should have showered before coming over here," she sighed into my shoulder, "I'm such an ass."

"So did you come here to dump me for this new mystery guy, Peaches?"

The blunt question surprised her. She jerked back to look at me with desperation in her big blues, "What?! No! I'd never..."

"Good," I cut her off and I tugged her towards the couch, "then come on over here and snuggle with me. We're both wet and its chilly in here. I'm cold so you must be freezing. Let me go get us some dry clothes."

I ditched my damp robe in the laundry room and pulled on one of Danny's long sleeve t-shirts from a pile on the dryer. The soft white cotton hit me at the knees. I came back with a matching grey one for Heather.

"Strip for me chickie?" I waved the dry t-shirt at her.

"Wow," her eyebrows were knitted, "okay, uh, this is going much differenter than I expected."

Differenter? Wow, she was hammered. Heather may have been built like an A-list stripper but she was one of the smartest people I'd ever met. The blonde hair and big boobs were a disguise.

"Differenter, huh?" I teased her.

"Oops, differently," she corrected and swayed slightly even while sitting down. 

I watched as she struggled to undress. In her defense, her clothes were dripping wet and hard to get off. I pitched in to help her peel her top up and over her head.

"Well, Love, what did you expect me to do?"

Her little black flats popped off but her jeans were even harder than her top. We had to work them down together, revealing the smooth, lean legs of a young athlete. Once her pants were off, it left her in a matching blue bra and panty set. I'd bought it for her because it matched her eyes.

Great, I'd bought the underwear my girlfriend wore to seduce someone else. Ouch, best not to think about that too hard.

I tugged down the small thong and tried not to look at her smoothly shaven little mound with its tiny, puffy, and utterly lickable lips. I unsnapped her bra then slid it off without looking at her large round breasts either. If I did, I'd want to touch them, suck on them, pull her little pink nipples into my mouth and nibble on them.

Heather was drunk and vulnerable. I was sober and horny. Touching her right then felt wrong, like taking advantage of her. In another time and with another woman I would have. And not felt the least bit bad about it. But not Heather. Never Heather.  

"I dunno, Sam, I farigured," she slurred, then paused to get control of her tongue, "I mean, figured there would be a lot more yelling."

I had to help her pull the t-shirt on over her head too. She was even clumsier than usual.

"Because you slept with a guy, huh?"

I sat next to her and spread an oversized, extra thick faux fur blanket over both of us.

"Well," her little blonde eyebrows squished together again uncertainly, "yeah. That's how this was supposed to work."

"We can talk about your adventure when we've both warmed up a little and you've sobered up a lot," I pulled her legs across mine and rubbed the firm muscles of her thighs beneath the blanket to warm them up. "In the meantime, let's watch a movie. I was in the middle of a Fred Astaire fix. Popcorn?"

"Don't mind if I do," she crunched a few kernels before looking over at me with a mix of confusion and affection, "I love you, Sam. I don't understand you. But I love you."

I patted her head. "I know."

I restarted the movie. We cuddled and munched our way through the popcorn while watching. It was nice to have someone with me for a change.

When it was over, I turned to Heather. She looked more sober. "So… want to tell me what you did earlier tonight?"

"Yes… no... ugh, the whisky wore off and now I'm nervous…"

"Start with the basics. Who was the lucky guy?"

"Hero."

"Awww, he's one of the nice guys at work. At least you didn't boink some jackass. A little old for you though, isn't he nearly thirty?"

"Maybe, he's twenty-eight. But you know what?" she half-smiled, "I think I like 'em a little older. He, uh, knew what he was doing a lot better than the high school guys."

"So he was good to you?"

"Oooh, yeah," she smiled again but then flinched with guilt.

"It's okay, Love, I'm glad. And someday I'd even like to hear about it, but maybe right now we could…" I leaned closer to press my lips to her cheek and toyed with a damp bit of her hair.

"Seriously? You want to be with me right now, after all this?" 

When I nodded, she kissed me but her lips were still timid, cautious.

"Yeah, Peaches, I feel very close to you right now. And, to be honest, the whole thing is sexy as hell. It's the middle of the night, you showed up here soaking wet and… and I can still smell him on you. On your skin. Your breath too. It's turning me on more than a little."

The last part came out softly as I almost touched my nose to her shoulder and inhaled slowly, trying not to sound like an animal as I sniffed her.

"Heather honey, where did he cum?" I whispered my question simply. Now wasn't the time to mince words.

"In my mouth," she answered, kissing me again, teasing my lips with her tongue now. I could taste his cum. 

"And?" I had trouble picturing any man letting Heather get away after only one orgasm. I was right.

"On my back and my... my butt," she said softly.

"Inside or out?"

"Oh, uh, outside. On it."

"Hmmm, so… did you have, you know, actual sex tonight?"

"No, I wasn't ready for that yet. Why?"

"Because I'd like to do something... something a little raunchy. Remember our one-to-ten pervert scale? I'd say this is a 'six.' You okay with that tonight?"

She nodded, even smiled a little. The late hour, the guilt over what she'd done, and the liquor all made her look especially willing. Compliant. Submissive even. I probably could have taken serious advantage of her that night, done something truly perverted that she would have regretted later.

But I couldn't do that to Heather. Never to Heather. Love is a funny thing.

Instead, I gently turned the beautiful young teen so that her back was facing me and then helped her pull her t-shirt over her head.

What I saw made me stare. Hero's cum crisscrossed her smooth, lightly tanned skin in a cloudy film of giant streaks. There was a lot of it. If I'd just looked at her back, I would have guessed two men did it. Maybe even three. Hero either hadn't had sex for awhile or he had been really, really excited. Given Heather's physical gifts, the second one was actually more likely.

She looked at me nervously over her bare shoulder, "What about Danny, Sam? What if he comes down?"

Oh yeah, him. "Best case scenario? Danny thinks it's great and he asks to join in on our fun. We'll just tell him 'no' and send him back upstairs to bed. Worst case? He freaks out, packs his shit, and leaves."

Heather's mouth twisted into a half-smile. "Sam, ummm, not to be a bitch, but I think you have your descriptions of those scenarios backwards."

We shared a mean laugh. Before it was over, I was already leaning closer to Heather's back with saliva flooding my mouth in anticipation of what I was about to do. I dug my fingernails into my palms and let a breath out through pursed lips. I was eager, too eager, for this.

I lapped at the cum on Heather's back.

She gasped and went rigid, surprised.

I had never told Heather about this. Why would I? We were two women. There was no one to provide the cum I adored licking off a woman's skin. No one to spray it on her warm soft flesh for me or, even better, to bury it somewhere dark and hot and tight for me to suck it from.

I have a long list of fetishes and this is probably my most powerful one, the one I enjoy the most, the crude, nasty, secret thing I think about when I'm masturbating. It had been years since I had licked cum off another woman. 

Here's the odd part… I'd never actually been in a threesome. So… how?

With an beautiful and understanding geisha named Yumi. She'd come to the States for college. She "worked" her way through school and we shared a bed sometimes after her regular clients. She was the one who'd introduced me to this twisted little craving of mine. She even started picking the last man of her night carefully, saving the one she knew tasted best for last. She would see him and then she would come to me.

Seriously, I told you I was kinky.

At Heather's back, my licking became lapping. Then my lapping became laving. Heather's skin had always been sweet. I had fallen in love with her soft, candy-like scent from the first time we danced at an office party. Now, with a light frosting of Hero's semen, it was sweet and salty and creamy. Like a dessert made just for me.

I was panting through my nose and taking long hungry, broad strokes at her back with my tongue, even pulling her flesh into my mouth to suck and nip at it. I took my time, savoring, and long minutes went by. I took too much time for my impatient teen lover.

"Jesus, Sam," she whispered over her shoulder, "you're driving me crazy with this. Please finish. I need your mouth on me."

But the old hunger I had almost forgotten had its grip on me. I wasn't ready to stop. I sank my teeth into her back and gnawed a little warning. I'd finish when I was ready.

"Owww, okay sorry," she apologized softly.

"S'ok." I went back to licking.

In a few minutes more, her back was spotless. I patted my saliva off her skin with the fleece blanket and then helped her lay back on the couch.

Heather was already spreading her legs for me eagerly, draping one knee up over the back of the couch to splay herself widely. 

"So that turned you on too, huh Peaches?" 

She nodded eagerly and her fingers slid down between her legs. Her entire mound was baby smooth as always. She'd been shaving since puberty and was diligent about it. Her puffy little lips formed one neat vertical line, like a doll. It was pretty and perfect for licking.

"Please, Sam?" her hips hunched up off the cushion desperately. She spread herself and the delicate, pinker folds inside were shiny and swollen with need. I couldn't tease her. It would be too cruel.

I got close enough for her to feel my breath on her bald little sex. She was muskier than usual. She'd definitely been wet when she and Hero had their fun and those juices had gone stale since. I didn't mind. In fact, in some ways I preferred her like this. Her scent was more intense and her flavor would be too.

I flicked my tongue out, gently rolling over the hard little nub she'd bared completely, offering it up to me, eager for the release an orgasm would bring. Her tiny tender bud stood out naked and vulnerable. She shuddered as I kept rolling my tongue back and forth over it.

"Ooooh," she groaned her gratefulness, pulling her own lips open wider, stretching them until the soft folds beneath her fingers turned white. I flicked at her clit again and again, lapping up and down each of its sides. The little cooing sounds she made with each lick were adorable.

"Wait Sam?", she pulled her legs up and bent her knees all the way to the outsides of her enormous round breasts. It hitched her hips up higher.

"Go lower," she whispered as I licked slowly and steadily, trying to make her pleasure last. I wanted her to cum, but a rushed orgasm is almost always a bad one.

I traced my way down Heather's lips to her tiny entrance and whirled around it. A few warm, dewdrops had gathered there at her opening. She was muskiest there and it made me salivate. I had to swallow a mouthful of my own drool.

"Lower Sam?" Heather whispered again, softer this time.

Really? This was interesting. I slid the tip of my tongue down to the tiny bit of delicate skin that separated her two openings. I flicked back and forth across it, teasing her, making her ask me for what she actually wanted if she did, in fact, want it. She fidgeted slightly. Amazing, she actually did want me to…

"Sam? Would you… a little…" my gorgeous girl finally mewled.

She never got the word "lower" out. I pressed my tongue at her tiny pucker and she gasped and shivered.

"Yessssss…" Heather whimpered. One of her hands flew down to her mound and she began to jill herself in steady circles. Her other hand came down to twist into my hair.

I looked up her flat belly and between her giant jutting breasts to see the expression on her face. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were narrow blue slits. She nodded weakly.

Heather must have learned something new with Hero. Obviously, he'd rimmed her. More importantly, he'd rimmed her and she liked it. How on earth did he get to that on their first night?

Heather lifted her head up to watch as I lapped at her little rose. I let a smile creep into my eyes for her to see. This was fun for me too and I wanted her to know it. I would gladly lick every inch of Heather's body and would have done this before if I thought she would have liked it. Having her ask me to lick her there was even hotter.

Heather's body started quivering. I tongued her little star, circling and prodding gently, as her fingers made circles over her button which had swollen beyond proportion. 

"Uuuuh," she shuddered as she worked herself higher and higher.

She'd already been excited from the foreplay of me licking at her back. And the night had probably been a nervous rollercoaster for her, showing up like this to admit sleeping with Hero. That stress, that tension, was fueling her now. I could tell.  

I watched as the sleek muscles of her belly and legs flexed and her oversized breasts swayed gently. At last, her eyes squeezed shut completely and her mouth fell open to her chest but nothing came out. Her hips jerked up off the couch and I had to follow quickly to keep my tongue on her. 

I had a perfect view up her spectacular little body to watched my pretty girl cum.  I think Heather looks her best when she's cumming. There's an intensity to it that makes my heart ache. My little blonde bunny forgets about everything else. There's no hesitation. No shame. No embarrassment. Just pleasure. Just joy. A simple, pure, untarnished glee that can't be faked.




Peaches and Honey Ch. 02



She's a natural.

Heather collapsed finally, still panting, and I eased myself down and curled up next to her then rested my head on her shoulder. I rubbed her flat stomach tenderly, feeling its firmness and its warmth as she came to her senses again.  "Jesus Sam, your tongue… my butt… wowie. Is there sex stuff you're not good at?" She blushed and kissed me.  "Hmmm... blowjobs. I never really got the hang of that whole deepthroat thing."  "Ooh, I'm pretty good at them. I could... you know... teach you."  Frankly, Danny was lucky he got what he did. I didn't see the need to hone my cocksucking skills for his benefit. Still, it sounded kind of fun to let Heather teach me something sexual for a change.  "Okay, blondie. You're on. Some other night though? I'm feeling cuddly now."  "Me too," she yawned, "can we watch Easter Parade again? I think I was too drunk the first time."  Of course, she fell asleep and missed it the second time too. Half an hour into the movie, she was already dozing. Her tiny nostrils flared as she breathed in and out, soft pink lips pressed together, and her long thick lashes twitched while she dreamed.  I wondered what her dreams were like. Heather was insanely smart, brilliant even and she had an incredible imagination. And yet, like too many girls, she'd learned to hide it when she figured out that being nice and being pretty made the people around her happier. 

But I knew. I'd seen her brain work through strange and complicated things quickly and easily. I'd seen her mental gears click and whirl in ways I could only gawk at. My curvy little bunny saw puzzles and connections everywhere, ones that slipped right past me every day. 

"The trouble with being smart, Peaches, is that you pretty much always know what's coming next, don't you?" I'd quoted Billy Bob Thornton's movie line for her once and she'd laughed. But then she changed the subject. She didn't like talking about herself that way.

With my free hand, I smoothed her wavy, gold hair away from her snoozing face and tucked it behind her ear. The funny thing is, I think she forgets how pretty she is. Forgets what she does to me. Ugh, I wanted her again already.

But I left her alone. She needed her rest.  Heather is a ridiculously heavy sleeper. She jokes that she dies every night and gets resurrected in the morning. She stirred only slightly when I untangled myself from her and shifted to sit up and reach for the remote to turn down the TV volume and move on to another movie.   I stroked her hair until she settled again. "It's okay, love. Sleep. Sleep and dream pretty dreams. For both of us." Because I can't. Stupid nightmares.  I stayed up all night, flicking from one old movie to another. I bled the TiVo dry of Astaire and switched to Gene Kelly. He did a couple of movies that weren't bad.  It was still dark, just before dawn when I slipped off the couch to make coffee and had to wake Heather up in the process. She'd stretched her legs across my lap in her sleep and I had to move them to get up.   I pulled the blanket up over her bare and tempting boobs to tuck her in, barely managing not to cup one of her full round peaks in my small palm. I wanted to feel its weight, its warmth, its almost impossible firmness. I swear her tits pull at my hands like magnets.  I headed for the kitchen and she called after me sleepily, "I've always liked watching your walk, Sam. It's so slinky and sexy. Like a... like a cat's."  It made me smile. "I'll tell you a story about that when the coffee's done if you want," I said over my shoulder.  By the time I came back with two mugs, she was sitting up and had pulled on her gray long-sleeved t-shirt again. Clothes were a good idea, Danny would be waking up soon.  She blew on her mug. "Story please," she prompted politely before sipping.  "Okay, so when I was a little girl, my grandmother, my Nonna, came to live with us when i was six. She saw my weird green eyes and the way I walked. She told me I was special and said that I reminded her of the fierce little wildcats that watched over our family's fig grove in Sicily, keeping away the pests. She even called me her gattina - her little kitten. She said the cats sent me to keep her company in her old age."  "Ah ha, I knew it," Heather cocked her eyebrow up, "it totally explains the catnapping and your sick nightvision. You're a kitty trapped in a girl's body."  "Har har. Wait, I was just getting to the funny part. So every time Nonna made my favorite figgy cuddureddi cookies, she showed me a scar one of the wildcats gave her when she cornered it in a barn and tried to pet it. It was a wicked little gash. She would tell me that she learned a valuable lesson that day: just because something is small and pretty doesn't mean it's safe to pet it.  Then Nonna would give me the cookie dough spoon to lick clean. While I lapped the sweet batter off, she would remind me to tell the boys I was a wildcat gattina and then tell them about her no-petting lesson." 

I wriggled my eyebrows and Heather burst out laughing. 

"Wow, I wish someone had told me that before I went on my first date with a guy, nobody warned me about the groping."  "I know, right? The bummer is that Nonna wasn't around by the time I started dating and I figured out what the hell she meant," I smiled and sipped.  Heather's eyes lingered on my face. She knew me, a little too well sometimes.   "You still miss her, don't you Sam? Your Nonna?"  "Yeah," I swallowed. I don't like a lot of people. I've loved even fewer, but when I do, it's fiercely. Fully. With all the marrow in my little bones. Nonna was one.

Heather's face softened, "Sam…"

 For once, Danny did something useful that morning. He saved me from a depressing topic by coming downstairs dressed for work.  "You going to work today, Sam?" He asked his question while staring at Heather's oversized chest through the thin, gray, cotton barrier of his t-shirt.  Heather's jaw clenched, but she didn't say anything. She was used to him perving over her body. She simply shifted to cradle her coffee cup with both hands so her arms blocked his view of her front.  "Nah, I think I'm playing hooky. Heather has the day off. We're going to do girl stuff."  "Fine. See you later." That's all he said. Then he left.  "Wow," Heather shook her head when he was gone, "it's like he's not even a real person."  "Tell me about it," I sighed.  "So what's this 'girl stuff' you and are I going to do today?" she asked when his car started backing out of the driveway. Her question sounded innocent, but her nose twitched in the way that told me she was hoping for sex. 

When most people wake up, their first urges in the morning are to pee and get coffee. My little teen nympho craves loving.   "Well, Danny just left us a pre-warmed bed. Go ahead upstairs and I'll show you."  It was exactly what she wanted to hear. Heather practically sprinted up the stairs.

I paused to pick up the shirt she whipped off at the bedroom door. By the time I caught up, she was naked and waiting for me.   I stopped a few feet from the bed and undressed slowly to torture my impatient adolescent a little bit. I lifted the shirt as slinkily and as sexily as I could, drawing it up my body slowly to tease her. It was cool in the room and the prospect of more sex with my favorite playmate tightened my nipples into light tan pebbles.   I let the shirt fall from a fingertip. Naked, I sank down to my hands and knees to crawl over to the bed and up onto it with her like the cat-girl she'd needled me about being.   Her eyes were glittering eagerly by the time I got to her and I pressed my lips to hers. My hair fell down around our faces as we kissed. Her mouth tasted like coffee with hints of cheese popcorn from the night before. I didn't care. My kisses were still hungry. My tongue still rolled against hers. She pulled my lower lip between her teeth and nibbled it softly then giggled when she let it free.

I slid beneath the blankets and stretched out on top of her. I spread our arms and legs until we were lying perfectly spread-eagled while we kissed. Heather is bigger than me but not by much -- a couple of inches at our arms and legs. My smaller breasts completely disappeared into her larger ones though, swallowed up by her huge round balloons that spread out between us. Her larger, longer nipples dug into mine in a wonderful, tingly way.  We kissed and nuzzled tenderly, enjoying the luxury of actual bed sex. We'd had to steal moments on couches or in cars for weeks - sexy but annoying sometimes. I stopped kissing when Heather snickered.

"Sam, you're uh… you're actually dripping on me, chickie. I think it's your turn for some satisfaction. You were very good to me last night."

Her hands started shifting out from under mine, but I caught them at her wrists and pressed them down into the bed.

Heather's eyes narrowed with confusion.

"Hold still for me Barbie? I'll take what I need."

I rubbed my chest into hers a little harder, just as a test. Like I expected, the tingles got better. I hunched my hips too, humping myself into her pubic bone. Ooh, the contact was perfect there too. Yep, this was going to be good.

"Really?" she looked up with interest. 

"Mmmhmm, I can cum this way."

"This I have to see…" she giggled.

I smirked as I wriggled myself down against her harder and the firm cushion of her giant tits squished under me. Her nipples dug into mine further. She helped by pushing her chest up to meet me. 

When I rolled my body against hers, first at our bellies then hips, she pushed up to meet me more as I went. Clever girl. It made me pant through my nose.

I alternated between pressing my chest against hers and humping myself against the tiny firm bump of her pubic mound. I rode my girlfriend's gorgeous, lush body like a cheap coin-operated children's ride in the mall, moaning as my orgasm crept closer.

Trapped under me, Heather let me do it. She even cocked her head and started kissing my throat. 

"You're dripping on me more, Sammie," she whispered between kisses, "It's rolling down off you and onto me. I can feel your juices mixing with mine… it's turning me on, girlie."

She went back to licking gently at my neck and it made me dizzy.

"Muuuuh," I groaned as she pulled some skin into her mouth and suckled. The orgasm dangled just out of reach. It was right there. So close. So big. Just what I needed.

Heather started to move one of her arms that I'd pinned to the bed. For a moment I fought her automatically, our arms shook with the struggle.

"Let go, Sammie… it's okay. Just let me help a little." She went back to sucking at my neck again.

I let her wrist go and she wrapped her freed arm around my back. Her hand slid down along my spine, fingers slipping between my ass cheeks. I snorted hopefully as her fingertips traced over my backdoor but they continued down further. Her shoulder rose off the bed to reach under me and one finger tinkered at my dripping opening.

"Oh," I groaned as she circled my entrance.

For someone so young, she's really good at the sex thing.

"Please?" I mewled as she teased me beautifully.

She nodded into my neck, sucking at me harder there now, and sank her finger slowly into my soaked and swollen insides with one steady push.

She nibbled at my neck and twirled her finger around, rubbing up and down my sensitive walls. 

"Muuuh," I groaned and drove my chest down into hers even harder. My orgasm was looming, hurdling towards me like something large and heavy and inevitable. 

She gasped when I squished my chest into her again even harder and she let go of my neck. With her mouth off my throat, I could get to her lips again. I kissed her in a messy, sloppy way that made her giggle. I was already giddy with pleasure and her laughter was contagious. I giggled with her as the sparking heat of the orgasm swept through me.

That's how I came, giggling. 

It was a huge cum, I shook from head to toe and was groaning and laughing into my girlfriend's open mouth. Our teeth bumped together awkwardly which only made us laugh harder. While my body went haywire, her finger fiddled gently with my insides, giving me something to squeeze down on every time my they clutched hungrily. 

When the climax's heat drained away, Heather eased her finger out of me and then pulled her other hand free of my weakened grip. I laid still on top of her while she kissed my cheek and stroked my back up and down slowly.

"Wow, that was kinda fun," she said into the side of my face.

"God, yes."

After a few minutes of resting and cuddling, she rolled me off her gently then tugged me into the shower. 

"I want to get even for last night now too, Sammie."

Under the hot water, she started in on me again by kneeling behind me and pressing her face into my butt. Her cool nose wriggled into my crack before her tongue tentatively started twirling and probing. She'd never done this to me before.  "Ooh, sweetie don't you dare stop that once you've started," I sighed and leaned into the wall in front of me, feeling the shower's cool tiles on my face. It had been years since anyone had done this for me. Danny didn't have booty privileges. It felt too… submissive to offer myself to him in that way.  "Not stopping... 'til you cum again," she said between licks. Her hand slid up between my legs to touch me at the same time too, her thumb looping over my still sensitive clit again and again.   Heather had only discovered the joys of rimming last night and now she'd already correctly guessed that I liked it too. And, of course, the little sex prodigy was good at it. Her warm, nimble tongue toyed at my softening backdoor while she slowly worked my button. My world collapsed down to the simple, wonderful pleasure of a tongue wriggling at my butt and the swirling rubbing on my clit.

By the time she made me cum again, her tongue was halfway in my ass and I was clinging to the wall-mounted soap dish, moaning out how much I loved her.

While I caught my breath, she stood up and started soaping my back, "After we shower and get dressed… we're going shoe shopping."

"Ooh, you really do love me don't you?"

"Mmmhmmm."

It was a wonderful beginning to a perfect day.

**~~Part 2: Through Passion, I Gain Strength~~**

 I told you all that so that you understand the kind of relationship Heather and I shared. We were friends and lovers and sisters - equals in every way. It's how I managed to share her with Hero.

I didn't make her choose between us. I couldn't do that to her. Don't get me wrong, the selfish part of me wanted her for myself but I knew that wasn't fair. I was still seeing Danny. And besides, Heather was overdue for a good experience with a guy. She'd had only two men, once each, and both were a disaster.   As it turns out, Hero was a wonderful man. So wonderful that I forgot myself, twice, with him several weeks later when Heather and I sprung our relationship on him in a ridiculous way. We let him catch us having sex in his office. 

Yeah, we still laugh about that one.

 It went mostly as planned. Standing there at his office door, Hero was so stunned that he forgot to get angry that Heather had been keeping us a secret. In fact, he handled it so well that I let him have me too, right there in his office. Well, my butt anyway.

I couldn't bring myself to make love to Hero, not the regular way, not while I was still with Danny. Some small hint of a loyalty thing I guess. I wouldn't cheat on Danny, really cheat the way I defined it -- for me, anal was always a fun thing. For regular sex, I would have to leave Danny first.   So instead, I offered Hero door number two and he took it. Really, really took it. It had been a long time since I'd had a man back there and Hero's cock was one of the thickest I've ever seen much less felt. It was like being sodomized by a very patient and gentle tree stump.

Don't get me wrong, I loved every grunting, knee-shaking minute of it. In fact, I liked it so much that I invited him do me again the next night while Heather watched. Just to see if the first time was a fluke. It wasn't. Hero was a talented lover. Heather had seriously scored on that front.  After those two sex slips, I got a hold of myself and pulled back from Hero. We stayed flirty, trading pats and pinches and cheek kisses. But he was Heather's guy, not mine. And I still had Danny. 

When I turned away his advances after our first couple of very nice sessions, Hero didn't press me. He gave me space while making me feel welcome in his home.

In the meantime, Heather and Hero and I hung out a lot. He was handsome in a clean cut, vanilla, accountant kind of way and I felt bad about not noticing him at work before. He was the unusual mix of very good man outside the bedroom and very bad, incredibly bad boy inside the bedroom. And, of course, he adored Heather. I think he liked me too.

Hero's house was a getaway for Heather and for me. No parents to look over her shoulder and no Danny to worry about. We ended up spending most of our time at his place on the weekends. 

Heather and I slunk off regularly for "girls only" time in some random corner of his house and Hero didn't mind. If he found us, sometimes he'd slip away and leave us alone. Sometimes he watched with a quiet smile. 

Speaking of watching, when she and Hero had sex, Heather would often drag me upstairs with them to sit in a plush chair beside Hero's big bed. It got to the point where I would strip naked and openly masturbate while they did it. 

Hero and Heather would both look over at me while Hero sawed his wide cock in and out of her eager little body until they both exploded. When they were finished, I'd slip into bed and we'd all cuddle together. It wasn't as strange as it sounds. Somehow, it felt… I don't know… right.

Of course, I eventually ended up making love to Hero. Mostly because Heather talked me into it. Yeah, talked me into it.

The way she broke me down and bent Hero and I into a wonderful love triangle is the real story here.

**~~Part 3: Through Strength, I Gain Power~~**

While I spent a lot of time with Heather and Hero his house on the weekends, I usually went home at night. It was a line I'd drawn to keep my distance and to give the two of them a little space. 

One night, they talked me into staying over. It was a practical decision, we'd been drinking and I was in no shape to drive.

I watched Hero make love to Heather from my usual chair by the bed. She was up on her hands and knees facing me and he was behind her, easing in and out of her leisurely. I watched her loose hair rock with their humping and her huge breasts swing gently each time they met. She was staring between my legs while I masturbated, her eyes glazed and unblinking as Hero reamed her from behind.

I liked being watched so I spread myself wider for her to see. When I slipped a finger inside and began moving it in and out, Heather licked her lips. 

"More," she said softly.

Hero thought she was talking to him and he began screwing into her more roughly, his hips slapped each time he collided with her round little butt. She fell forward onto her elbows to let him take her. 

But her "more" might have been meant for me, so I stopped to press a second finger into my own myself, exhaling through pursed lips at the larger invasion. I went back to fucking myself, making small squelching noises for Heather to hear. 




Peaches and Honey Ch. 02



Her eyes blazed hungrily and she nibbled her lip. With a grunt of surprised disappointment from Hero, she pulled herself off his shaft with a moist sucking sound then crawled off the bed and down onto her knees on the floor in front of me.

"Be right back stud," she apologized to her abandoned guy and then looked up at me, "Can I help?"

I nodded eagerly and she wrapped her hand around the wrist I'd been fucking myself with. Then she started moving it for me. Fucking me with my own fingers.

"Little harder Sammie?" she smiled. 

I smiled, she didn't need to ask the question. I felt her fingers close tighter around my wrist. She sawed my fingers in and out faster and deeper.

"Muuuh," I groaned as she pumped me hard enough to make my legs shake.

She squeezed my wrist even harder still and I felt my bones complain in a delicious way. She twisted it to the side, making me snort against the delicious pain. She didn't stop though. 

For a long time now, I've liked a little pain with my sex. A bit of hurt can heighten pleasure for me and Heather knew it. But she didn't swing my wrist to the side to hurt me, she did it to make room. For her mouth.

My miniature playboy bunny's gigantic blue eyes locked on mine as her lips descended slowly onto my clit. Her tongue twirled around my button softly and it made me whimper, "Oh honey."

She kept pumping my fingers in and out. Kept circling me with her tongue. She was going to make me cum, huge. She always did. 

"Fuck that's hot," Hero had rolled onto his stomach to watch our girlfriend pleasure me.

I couldn't talk, I could only look at him and nod limply. Having him watch only made me hotter. I felt my excitement skip up another notch.

Heather licking became sucking. She pulled my clit between her lips and gently rolled it over and over, still sawing my fingers in and out. Seriously, for a teenager, Heather is really good at the sex thing.

Her big blue eyes bored into me, glinting happily. She loves making me cum. 

I gave her what she wanted because I wanted it to. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the orgasm come. Everything flashed white and my body shook wildly. Heather let my clit go and gave it several soft kitten licks as I peaked, making me shiver and gasp.

When I slumped weakly in the chair, Heather eased my fingers away gently then lapped at each of them before resting my hand on my belly with a sly smile. 

She slunk back up onto the bed and rolled onto her back. I watched, still dazed, as she winced while Hero sank his superthick cock into her again and they went back to fucking tenderly.

They were both turned on enough that they didn't last long. As she wiggled her curvy young body beneath Hero, she told him to cum all over her chest. He waited until her orgasm then jerked himself out of her and stroked himself a few times above her. A few groans later, he was raining cum all over her belly and breasts. While Heather was still rubbing Hero's juice all over her boobs, I slunk into bed with them. 

His cum on her skin begged me to lick it off and saliva poured into my mouth. The puddles would still be warm and I'd learned for the first time that it was best that way only a few weeks before. I thought Hero was going to stroke out when I nudged him out of the way one night and starting licking his semen off of Heather's round little bubblebutt.

"Fuck, that's hot," he had gasped, watching me without blinking as I chased his cum off her body.

I didn't want to do that every time they were together. Well, I did but I didn't. I fought off the urge to put my tongue to the warm white pools Heather's belly. Instead, I scooped up a blob of his cum with a finger and pushed it into her mouth. Hero groaned when Heather sucked on my cummy finger and batted her big blue eyes at him.

Men are kinda easy that way.

As messy as we were, we were way too drunk and way too tired to do anything about it. I snuggled into Heather's other side and we all just passed out.

I woke up in the middle of the night when Heather slipped out of bed. I've always been a light sleeper. Stupid nightmares. In the thin light, I watched her slip on just a pair of Hero's boxers then pull her laptop from her bag and slink out of the bedroom quietly.

I looked over at Hero. He was out cold. He and Heather had put a major dent in a bottle of single malt on their own before Heather had fucked him senseless. She did not understand the concept of whiskey dick. Fortunately, neither did Hero's dick.

I stayed in bed for awhile trying to fall asleep again but couldn't. I even scooted over to Hero and stuck my face into his bare chest. We didn't do sex stuff but this was okay. His warm body and long, deep breathing could usually lull me to what passed for sleep for me. 

He automatically wrapped an arm around my waist too. The big oaf is a natural snuggler - a rare quality in a guy -- but Hero's true gift was the feeling that he'd never let anyone he cared about get hurt. It rolled off him in waves of calm that soothed even me.

I could tell sleep wasn't coming though. It was no use. I sighed and got up to look for Heather.

I found her downstairs. She was still topless and sitting cross-legged on a couch in the family room with her laptop. There was dried cum still crackled on her chest and she seemed fine with it.

I knew what she was doing. Heather's guilty late-night pleasure? Nope, not porn. Well, not usually anyway.

It was online chess. Heather preferred to play it at night. Why at night? Because the better players, the old Russian men, were in a way different time zone.

Please, for the love of god, let that sink in for a second or two.

My half-naked, cum-spattered, teen sexpot girlfriend liked to match wits with men roughly three times her age at a game that I only sort of understand.

I know the horsey moves in an "L." Get the picture?

"Everything okay, Peachers?" I asked as I steered towards the kitchen for some water to fend off the hangover I knew was coming. I'd killed a bottle of Merlot on my own while the other two musketeers were downing whiskey.

"Hmmm? Oh, sorry if I woke you up, Sam. Yeah, I'm okay." Heather glanced up from her laptop screen. But then she fiddled with a lock of her hair like she does when something is on her mind. "I mean, I guess so."

I came over and plunked myself down on the oversized ottoman in front of her. "Cough it up blondie, what's eating you?"

"I'm leaving for school in just a few days now and it's starting to sink in."

"Yeah, but we all knew this was coming, honey. You'll love college."

"I know. It's just... I don't wanna go anymore. I like it here. With you guys."

"We like you here too but I don't think you'd be happy as a filing clerk for the rest of your life. That jumbo brain of yours needs a university."

"Yeah, I guess." She smiled sadly and nodded. "Sam, would you sleep with Hero?"

It was a strange question that caught me off guard.

"I guess so, I mean, he's very sweet and he's great in the sack... if there was no Danny then..."

"No no Sam," Heather interrupted, "I'm not asking if you would sleep with him. I'm asking you to sleep with him."

"Huh?" I sputtered.

"Just once? For me? If it's nice, maybe you can, you know, keep each other company while I'm away at school," her eyes were pleading, "and when I get back…"

"Heather, I'm not... don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to be a bookmark for you - keeping your place with your boyfriend until you come home."

"It doesn't have to be like that, Sam. Hero has a huge heart. You know it. You've seen it." Heather nibbled her lower lip. "There's room in Hero's heart for you too. He cares about you already."

"Hero cares about everybody. Just like you do. You're both just sorta built like that. The two of you should buy a house on Sesame Street some day," I smirked.

"Maybe," Heather smiled, "but that doesn't change the fact that I've seen you look at Hero sometimes, Sam. You've wondered what it would be like to be with him. Oh Sam, if you could just open up... let yourself go with Hero... if you'd just toss Danny... the three of us, you, me and Hero, we could really be.. you know... together. The way we're supposed to be."

Supposed to be? "That doesn't happen in real life, honey. Not even on Sesame Street," I rolled my eyes at her.

In the pause that followed, Heather twisted a lock of her brassy blonde hair tightly around her finger and agonized. I'd rarely seen her think this long on anything. What was coming was going to be big. Even sensing it, I still wasn't ready for what she said next.

"Okay, Sam, here's the thing - and if you tell Hero this I will deny it to my very last breath… I think... I think you two were meant to be together too."

"Okay, you're out of your frickin'…"

"Let me finish," she held up her hand and shook her head, "This is by far the craziest part. The fact that you two are meant to be together too? It's one of the reasons I'm with him. It's part of what makes him so special."

Yep, she'd lost her mind completely. Too much sex. Or booze. Or both.

"Think about it, Sam. What are the chances I'd find a guy who's perfect for me and for the girl I love too? I'm... I'm not sure there's another one out there like him. This is our chance at something amazing, Sam. Something ridiculous and somehow damn near perfect. I don't want to let this pass without at least trying. Please? I just need you to try."

"Heather, I don't know what to say..." my voice was tight.

"C'mon, I'm right. I know I'm right. More than that, I also want it. I'm not kidding. Look at me, Sammie, look at me so you know it's true."

I swallowed and met her big, clear blue eyes. They weren't a little girl's eyes just then, they were older, wiser and filled with so much love. So much trust. And so much... wait, what the fuck was that? I looked harder.

Oh... faith. I almost didn't recognize it. Who the hell has faith anymore?

My heart was suddenly in my throat.

Heather's voice sunk in through my daze, "The three of us, we fit, Sam."

"You're crazy, Heather, love triangles are a giant mess..."

"We fit, Sam."

"But Hero is your guy. He'll always be your guy..."

"We fit, Sam."

"But I'm not even sure I even like men anymore."

"We fit, Sam."

"Stop saying that!" I yelled back. "How the hell would you know?! You're just a horny teenager who's getting fucked three or four times a day and doesn't want that to change!"

I gasped at my own angry attack and Heather looked stunned.

"I'm sorry," I apologized quickly, "I didn't mean that."

Heather sighed sadly and turned the laptop she'd been pecking away at while we talked. She'd just beaten the number two ranked member of the Russian Chess Federation. I just stared dumbly at the screen.

"Sammie, I know I'm right because this... stuff like this... it's what I do. I fit things together. For me, the three of us are a puzzle that I've already figured out. Now the pieces just need to snap together. Do you understand?"

I gulped and nodded.

"Sam? I know you think more with your heart. I love that about you. So if your head isn't wrapping around this yet... ask Stephen."

Whoa. She'd gone way too far. His name brought tears to my eyes and my rage boiled up again. "You bitch, don't you dare use my memory of him to..."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." She sighed again and her eyes were soft and honest. "I meant, ask your heart. Sam, what would Stephen have wanted for you? The life you're living with Danny? Or the life you could have with me and Hero?"

And there it was - what I should have been asking myself all along. Stephen never would have wanted the cold, loveless life I had with Danny.

It's immature, but I hate Heather sometimes. Isn't there some kind of rule that you can either be really hot or really smart? Not both?

"I... I don't know, honey. Look, I'm going to bed, I'm tired."

"Okay. For what it's worth, I'm sorry Sam. I shouldn't have sprung this on you in the middle of the night. It's just really on my mind now with school coming up fast, you know? I love you, Sammie."

She motioned me over for a hug, and I clung to her. She whispered in my ear, "If I didn't love you with my whole heart, I'd never want to share Hero with you. Or share you with Hero."

"I know," I croaked, all damn mushy inside. "I love you too. And I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm just... weirded out, okay?"

"Yeah," she sighed again as I pulled away.

"You coming to bed now, Peachers?"

"Nah. I'm going to stay up a little longer. The number one ranked player wants to know if I've ever played speed chess." She grinned evilly. "Silly old man, the Boo-Boo Kitty Avenger is the mistress of speed chess!"

I couldn't help smiling. "That's your chess name? Boo-Boo Kitty Avenger?"

"Yep."

"Okay, I barely know who the hell Laverne and Shirley are. I have no idea how you do youngin'." I kissed her head and stroked her hair. "Good luck with your game, honey. As for the three of us, don't twist all your hair off worrying. No matter what happens... you and me... we'll be okay. I'm your girl. Forever. Got it?"

I watched her blue eyes get moist. "Thanks Sammie. That helps. G'night."

I nodded, went upstairs, and crawled into bed with Hero. He'd flipped over in his sleep. I took the liberty of cuddling into his big back and let his warmth sink into me. I matched my breathing to his, deep and long and slow.

Did Hero want what Heather wanted too? I was too tired to try and figure that out. Besides, even if he did want me, could he really survive a full-fledged love triangle? Could I?

There was something about him that pulled at me. He was a quiet, kind and gentle man. He was also an open-minded sex machine, I'd tried to rattle him with a perversion or two but failed. He'd only grinned eagerly. There was something terribly, terribly dirty inside him. And I liked it. It called to me.

I pictured actually making love to Hero. With Heather watching from the chair next to the bed for a change. That thought made me smile a little.

The dea felt strange but it didn't feel wrong - Hero holding me, his large body pressing me down into his big bed. Our fingers would lace together on the bedspread as his insanely thick shaft rocked in and out of me making me grunt and groan. He'd kiss me too. Guy kisses. Man kisses. Firmer. Scruffier. Hungrier than Heather's. On my lips, my face, my neck, my breasts. All the while, I'd be stretched to bursting by his thick, wonderful cock.

Fuck, now I was horny.

I slid my hands down between my legs and started touching myself. Just a little. Just enough to cum so I could sleep.

I pressed my face into Hero's back and smelled his skin. He was sweaty and musky from sleeping with Heather earlier. She'd left her scent on him. He smelled like whiskey too. It was seeping out of his pores.

While my fingers worked, I heard Heather come up the stairs and pad across the room then slip into bed behind me. There was enough light for her to see my face and body pressed against Hero. I was laying on my side but it was pretty obvious I was touching myself.

She didn't say anything. Instead, she curled in behind me and reached under me. She teased a few fingers along my slit from behind. I felt them toy gently at my entrance. She licked my shoulder and slowly, ever so slowly, began to push at least three fingers into me from the feel of it. I felt them stretching my opening.

"It feels kind of like this, Sammie," she whispered softly. "When he fucks me, I mean. I know how much you liked it when he was in your little butt, but it's just as good up front too."

Her fingers starting easing into me. I nodded, remembering the two times Hero had been in my ass. It had been a struggle and I'd loved it.

"Does it feel like you can't breathe in the beginning?" I whispered.

"Yeah."

"Does it still feel like you'll split in two just before you open up and he starts sliding inside you?"

"Every time."

"I... I guess that does sound nice."

"He can be yours too, Sammie. I promise. You just have to be brave. You just have to trust me. Trust Hero too."

"Maybe," I groaned, "But for now... can we... can we pretend?"

"You want to pretend a little? Pretend he's making love to you?"

"Yeah." 

I pressed my face into Hero's back again. Smelled his skin. Felt his warmth. Pictured him over me. Taking me. Filling me. Fucking me. Telling me he loved me too. Just like he loved Heather. That he'd never hurt me like my rapist uncle. Never abandon me like Stephen. Or Nonna. That I'd be safe here with him. That we all would.

This was his precious "b'al taschit." He'd said the strange Hebrew words to me one day in the park. It was tattooed into his arm and burned into his heart. He'd marked himself inside and out - "Do no harm." There weren't many men like him. One less since Stephen was gone.

These last sweet and painful thoughts made me sob into Hero's back. My fingertips flew back and forth over my clit even faster. Heather's fingers pumped in and out of me, substituting for Hero's wide, wonderful cock.

Some part of me wanted him desperately and another part resisted. I'm stubborn, I can't help it. The struggle worked inside me like Heather's fingers.

I do like a little bit of pain with my sex and I have for a long time now. What I felt at that moment was pain but it wasn't physical. It was emotional. It was different. Better in some ways. Worse too. It came from inside and did something different - it fought the pleasure. They scrambled and struggled and piled up on top of each other, getting higher and higher. They were perfectly matched.

They both won. I cried while I came.

I've never cried while having an orgasm before or since. Which is good because it is completely fucking insane. I wept as my insides jerked and squeezed and clutched around Heather's perfect fingers. Tears rolled down my face as my beautiful, brilliant girl pushed just the right buttons in me. Physically and emotionally.

She felt me start cumming. She stopped pumping her fingers and started swirling them deep inside me instead. It pushed my orgasm up higher. Made it bigger. Fuller. Deeper. Perfect. She had learned so much about pleasing me in such a short time.

My enormous orgasm released the pleasure and the pain. They both came out. Poured out. Emptied out. It was wonderful and exhausting, leaving me vacant and satisfied at the same time.

I shivered as soon as the orgasm's heat started draining away.

Heather felt me shiver and she did just the right thing. She pressed her whole warm body into me from behind and nuzzled my neck. She was warm and firm and soft. She slipped her boxer shorts off so I could feel her bare body against mine then she pressed into me again, harder this time. She slid us across the bed together. Into Hero. Her guy. The one she wanted to share. She pressed me tightly up against her boyfriend.

I was sandwiched between them. Being warmed front and back by two wonderful, sweet people who cared about me.

This was heaven.

"See, Sammie? It can be just like this. Warm and wonderful between us. Always. If you could just be..." she said softly.

"Brave?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe," I found her hand and squeezed it, "Maybe soon."

"Thanks, Sam."

That night, I did see Stephen. In my dreams. He was nodding. And smiling.

Fuck. Everybody seemed to realize that I should ditch Danny for Heather and Hero.

Everybody except me.

**~~Part 4: Through Power, I Gain Victory~~**

I liked weekend mornings at Hero's house the most. Hero was an early riser like me so when I came over around dawn in my pajamas and let myself in through his side door, he was usually puttering around already. He made good coffee and we spent the morning together quietly while Heather slept in the way teenagers love to do. I usually flipped through a newspaper or a book. Hero was pretty good with crossword puzzles.




Peaches and Honey Ch. 02



We often sat outside on his big back porch with its comfy cushioned furniture. That morning, it was chilly and he came to sit on the couch next to me. I was grateful when he threw through an arm around my shoulders. He was big and had plenty of warmth to spare.

He worked on his crossword puzzle one-handed while I flipped through the local newspaper and we sipped coffee. Eventually, he started petting me. He'd started doing it. I'm not even sure he realized when he did it.

At first, it had bothered me. Not so much the petting itself, I actually really liked it. But how did he know I would let him touch me that way? Or how much I liked it? 

His fingers always found the right places on my body too. At my neck, just under my hair. At the small of my back just where my spine meets my hips. He'd even found the right corners on my butt before I'd gently moved his hand away. Like a good boy, he didn't try those spots again.

I'd given up being bothered. It didn't matter how he knew where to touch me in the way that made me purr. It only mattered that he knew. 

He petted. I purred. Damn him.

When I finished the paper, I sat up and rolled my shoulders to stretch them. I felt stiff after sitting so long and Hero picked up on it.

"Back rub?"

"Yes please," I turned my back to him and drew my knees to my chest then pulled my top all the way up to give him bare skin to work on. Just because we weren't lovers didn't mean I couldn't enjoy his hands on me. They were large hands. Warm. Gentle. Strong. I groaned into my own kneecaps as he dug into the muscles that crisscrossed my back. He knew how to touch me this way too.

In this and other ways, Heather and I were different. She liked her back rubs gentle, with light strokes that were more like caresses. Not me. I preferred to be worked, to feel his fingers dig into my flesh and slide the muscles against my bones. Not all women like to be touched the same way. Hero knew this too.

When he was done, my back was warm and liquidy-loose. So were my panties. Hero's back rubs usually turned me on and we both knew it. I didn't mind so much. It let him know how much I enjoyed them. I wasn't ashamed of my body or its natural reactions. 

I turned sideways in the couch and stretched my legs into his lap.

He smiled and went back to his crossword puzzle. I tuned out, staring up at his porch roof and enjoying the morning quiet.

"What are you doing?" he asked a few minutes later.

"Just thinkin'"

"About what?"

"My grandmom."

Hero lowered his crossword puzzle and eyed me with interest, "The Sicilian one? Your... what was the word? She sounded like quite a character."

"My Nonna. Yeah. I was wondering what she would think of what I'm doing. With Danny and you and Heather. This is pretty fucked up."

"I don't know, from what you've said, she sounds like she was an independent woman. I would think she'd approve if you were happy."

"Hmmm, probably."

"Sam? I know what happened to Stephen but you've never said what happened to Nonna."

"Not much to tell," I sighed. "She died. She was old." I bit my lip.

I meant to hold back like I always did. I usually stopped there. But Hero's calm, the deep and patient and masculine quiet that poured off him in a way I could almost feel, made me want to say more. More than anyone I'd ever met, he did this to me - made me want to talk. To open up and tell him private things I rarely shared.

"Hero... I watched her die. Nonna."

Hero's voice softened and he set down his crossword puzzle to look at me, "Oh Sam, I'm so..."

"No Hero, she didn't go badly. Nonna went in the best possible way. Sitting on her little chair on the back patio of my parent's house. She even had a cup of espresso in her hand. It was just the two of and she was watching me practice my new ballet movements. I was only nine."

I laughed as the happy parts rushed back.

"Nonna was a dancer too. Ballet. She danced Italian style though, not French like me. That morning she kept reminding me to go slower. 'Adagio gattina mia' - slower my kitten. She said it over and over. Her voice fell into the background as I concentrated on my movements."

"That's why I almost missed it when she said something different, 'Addiu gattina' - goodbye kitten."

"I stopped and looked at her, the wise old woman I loved with my whole little heart. She'd come to help raise her grandchildren. To teach my brother and me how to be Sicilian because my mother had forgotten."

"'Wait... addiu - goodbye? Where are you going Nonna?'"

"But her voice was weaker already. She was fading so fast, 'A casa.'"

"'Home? But we are home.' I couldn't understand what she meant."

"'No, gattina. To Sicily. T'amu,' she said finally."

"Goodbye Nonna. T'amu."

I had to swallow back tears, "And then Nonna was gone."

I swallowed again before I could explain, "T'amu is 'I love you' in Sicilian, Hero. The old way. The way she taught me. Not the way they teach it in schools now."

When I looked over at Hero again, his eyes were watery. No surprise there, at his middle, he's a big softie. 

I patted his hand and blinked a few times too. "It's okay, Hero. She died like we all should - smiling. When she left, it was with her face lit by the morning sun and hearing her granddaughter tell her that she loved her in the old language." I shrugged. "It was all I could do for her, Hero. I was too little. Just a kitten."

"It's good that you were there," he said softly.

"Do you see now why ballet would be so important to me growing up? She'd loved it so much and we had it in common. When she was gone, I poured myself into it. I practiced harder, longer than the other children. I sweat and I bled more. I did it for me and for her. To remember Nonna."

"Ballet was taken from me, Hero. By something… awful," I sighed. "I'm only twenty-three years old but I've already lost everything that's important to me, Hero. Had them ripped away from me with no warning: Nonna, ballet, Stephen. I've loved too deeply and felt too much."

I met Hero's eyes again and held them, "I'm wounded now, Hero, and I know it. I've been this way for a long time. That's why every move I make is careful. Every step I take is tested, weighed, agonized over. You need to be patient with me, Hero. I'm slow with my heart now."

"Adagio?" he smiled.

It was funny and sweet and I burst out laughing, "Yes, that's right, adagio." Hero always knew what to say. "You're a wonderful lover and you listen. Heather might just be right about you."

"About what?"

"Nothing," I stood up and ruffled his hair playfully, then bent to kiss him on the lips before going inside. His lips were larger and firmer than Heather's, in a good way. I even liked the little scratch of his stubble on my face when I pulled away.

"Thanks for listening through all that. I didn't mean to turn your morning into a therapy session. I'm going to go wake up Heather, she'll cheer us both up."

"I like your stories, Sam. You're easily the least boring person I've ever met. Before you go pounce on Peaches, let's talk breakfast- are you hungry? How about omelets?" he offered.

"Oooh, that would be wonderful. If some prosciutto found its way into mine, you might get another smooch."

"I'll take that deal," he smiled as I left. I let my hips sway a little extra as I walked away because I knew he'd be looking.

I went upstairs to cuddle in with Heather. I ditched my pajama bottoms and the panties still damp from Hero's backrub before sliding into bed with her. I woke up my snoozing girl with kisses along her back. She was warm and naked and horny like she usually is when she wakes up.

I was eager to forget about the things I'd talked about with Hero and Heather amazing body was the world's best distraction.

I rolled her onto her back and attacked her, licking and sucking indiscriminately at her lips, face and throat as I cupped her smooth little mound. It was warm and moist already. I followed the perfect line of her tiny lips up to her clit and rubbed it gently.

"Morning to you too, Sammie," Heather smiled up at me.

"Sex?"

Heather giggled, "Yes, please."

Her mouth fell open as I jilled her gently, kissing my way down her neck to her chest, I pecked my way around each of her fabulous breasts, then licking at their round undersides. 

She mewled happily when I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and drilled my tongue into it, feeling the large firm mass of her breast squish under my mouth. 

I switched to her other boob, and sucked at its stiff peak for awhile, feeling it swell for me eagerly. I drew more and more of her oversized breast into my mouth until I was nearly choking on her fantastic tit, gorging myself on her huge young mound the way I always wanted and she always adored. I'd never been into boobs before Heather, now I couldn't get enough.

"Fuck yeah," Heather groaned when I pealed my lips back so she could feel my teeth wriggle gently against her breast. I sucked harder. Rubbed her dripping little honeypot harder too. 

"Oh Sammie… wow…" she groaned, "Keep doing that. Both thats."

I nodded and rubbed and sucked. Her face was squished together in the cutest way. I couldn't answer her with my mouth full of her superboob. I couldn't urge her on with some naughty encouragement like I usually did. Instead, I brought my free hand up to her other breast and rolled her nipple gently. 

Her legs kicked limply at the blankets with the new sensation. Heather was going to come any second. I sucked harder, rubbed harder, rolled harder. And I watched her tipping over slowly into her orgasm. That's it, cum for me you gorgeous little thing. My darling. My love. 

"Aaaaaaaah!" Heather wailed and her body pitched and rolled and twisted as she came. The muscles of her neck knotted up and she gasped over and over as her climax took control of her.

She was still panting when she looked down at me, "Let go of my boob and get up here, girlie. I'm getting even for that."

"Meh, you don't have to. I can cash in later. That was fun for me too, you know." I stretched out next to her.

"Shut up and get up on my face. I need some honey."

"And sandalwood?" I teased as I straddled her mouth carefully, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of her head. She and Hero swear that's what I smell like. Not so bad really.

"Exactly, now gimme," she pulled my hips down to her and I felt her lips spread mine. Her tongue rolled up and down my slit, lapping away the juice that had gathered there already. Her tongue slid up my lips to work back and forth over my clit while her hands stroked up and down my legs and sides.

"Ooh, that's nice," I looked down at her gratefully as she lapped away. Her tongue slipped back down to my entrance again and darted inside a few times then returned to my clit. I almost didn't notice her hand rummaging around under the pillows. Almost.

"Whatcha lookin' for Peachers?"

"Nuthin'" she muffled out.

'Nuthin' was a six inch dildo that I caught a glimpse of before she brought it to the top of my butt crack. We rarely used toys. This was a treat.

"Naughty Peachers, why do you and Hero have a dildo in your bed?"

She actually blushed while eating me.

"Fine, I won't ask. So where did you plan on putting that thing, girlie?"

Her eyes glittered as she slid it down to my ass crack to my backdoor and twisted it against my pucker.

"Uh uh, I'm all dry," I tilted my hips up and reached back, steering her toy down into my very ready pussy. Together we pressed it into me and I exhaled carefully as it drove apart my insides. "You can do the other thing later today though girlie, I promise. After you've rimmed me senseless and I've had a glass of wine or two okay?"

She nodded into my legs.

"For now, keep licking, honey. Keep licking while you fuck me."

She did just like I asked, swirling her tongue over my clit and rocking her fake cock in and out of me. In minutes, I was a dripping, groaning, pile of glee.

"Yessssss," I finally hissed and came, digging my fingernails into Hero's headboard and shaking on top of my girlfriend's beautiful face.

I rolled off her and cuddled into her side, still gasping.

"God, I love wake-up sex," Heather sighed happily, rolling onto her side. Her boobs were in my face again. I pulled one into my mouth and sucked at it gently, still panting through my nose from my own orgasm. She stroked my hair and let me have my fun for several minutes.

"Can I… uh… have my boob back now?"

I released it reluctantly. The part I'd managed to cram in my mouth was pink and shiny with spit that I wiped dry with a corner of the bedsheet.

"Sorry. Got a little carried away there, I guess."

"Uh uh, I loved it. Just wish you had two mouths, Sammie. Come kiss me? I'm not complaining but we kinda skipped kissing and went right to the sex this morning."

"Sorry, I was pretty horny and that was just what I needed," I moved up and smooched her then winced, "Except for your breath, chickie. What the hell died in your mouth last night?" I teased her, pulling a sheet up over my nose.

"Cheez-its. After you went home last night, I ate half a box. Then I gave Hero a blowjob. Then I ate the rest of the box. You're smelling fake cheese and stale cum," she giggled so hard she was almost crying.

We rolled out of bed still laughing and slipped on our robes and went downstairs as yin and yang - Heather's creamy white satin to my dark black. I'd bought a robe and kept it at Hero's home for times like this.

By the time we made it to the kitchen, Hero had omelets waiting for us. And, of course, he'd found some prosciutto for mine. He had even shredded it beautifully with a fork to make the omelet easier to eat. It made me look up at him as he kissed Heather good morning. I caught his funny face when he got his first taste of Heather's horrible morning breath too.

Want to know the funny part? The part I've never told anyone?

That moment in his kitchen was when I made my decision. It was the way he made Heather giggle and smile when he kissed her. And the tiny bit of thoughtfulness that he put into making my omelet.

Yeah, it was time to ditch Danny now. I wanted this. Moments like the ones right now, for the rest of my life. I was ready. In my own slow, cautious, adagio way, I was finally ready.

I would do what Heather asked. I would make love to Hero and tell him how I felt about him, how Heather and I both felt about him. 

I could close the triangle my girlfriend saw. I just had to be brave.

**~~Part 5: Through Victory, My Chains Are Broken~~**

When I told Heather how I felt, she jumped for joy. We agreed I would wait to confront Hero until the night before she left for school.

That afternoon, she actually took time out of her frantic college packing to send me a cute text message reminding me to seduce her boyfriend. Yeah, she's a very unique teenager.

"Don't forget tonight, love. Do your worst. Just please don't kill him. We need him for later! X-p"

Her message made me laugh. She wasn't leaving anything to chance.

Later that night, I paced my bedroom.

Okay, I knew Hero found me physically attractive. I might not be built like Heather but I've got my own mojo. Plus, he and I had tumbled before and he seemed very happy both times.

I also knew that the fact that I was a little... okay... damaged was attractive to him too. Hero had a bit of a do-gooder streak in him. Not as big as Heather's, but it was still there.

I didn't need Heather's brains to realize that the easiest way to wriggle myself into Hero's heart was to dump Danny, have a good cry on Hero's shoulder about it, then ask him *sniffle sniffle* if he thought I was pretty.

It's a really old trick but a good one. I'd have his thick cock jammed in me before the tears finished drying on my face.

Yep, that was the easy way.

The trouble is, I never liked easy. And, more importantly, I didn't want to start off things with Hero that way. I didn't want sympathy sex.

I'm not weak. I'm not a crybaby. I'm not a damsel in distress. I'm a fucking fighter - I've just been waiting for the right time to wake up and kick some ass. That time was now. I'd toss Danny's pathetic butt to the curb. Then I'd march my way over to Hero, seduce him, and knock is big, sweet socks off.

But how?

That's when Heather popped her head into my bedroom.

"Hey, how you doing? Nervous?"

"A little. Is that weird?"

"Nah. But you don't have to be. This is a lay-up, Sammie. He already likes you and you're about as hot as they come. You don't have to sell yourself. Just tell him how you feel then kiss him," she smiled, "and then fuck him silly."

"Maybe, but… I don't know… I want to do something more memorable. More…"

"More you?" her eyebrow cocked up.

"Yeah."

"Why does everything have to be so complicated for you?"

I smirked, "It's part of the joy of being me."

I turned to look at myself in a dresser mirror and it hit me. The answer. I even smiled a little. In a strange dinner conversation months ago, Hero had given me the answer. I looked like the sister that Hero never had. The imaginary sister he confessed to dreaming of sleeping with.

"What?" Heather asked as I grinned.

"I'm going to dress up as his sweet little non-existent sister, slip into his bedroom in the middle of the night, and serve up that lifelong fantasy of his up on a silver platter."

"Whoa," she gasped, "that's fucking genius."

We did the girl thing -- argued about clothes. What the hell does a incestuous little sister where anyway? Heather started rummaging around in my underwear drawer and found a pair of little white panties with hearts on them. 

"Definitely start with these," she flung them at me. She was right. I hauled down my jeans and started to pull the undies on but she stopped me, "Wait, come here first," she tugged me into the bathroom and urged me to sit up on the counter next to the sink.

"What are you…" my mouth closed when she found my razor and shaving cream then pushed my legs up to get between them, "Ooooh, no. You're not shaving me bald, Peaches. That's you're thing not mine."

"Not what I was thinking, I promise. We're just going to cute you up a little."

I let her spread shaving cream on my mound. It was cool against my warm skin and having her touch me started getting me excited. I felt things swelling and slickening. Danny was right downstairs watching TV and that was exciting me too.

I held still while my crazy girlfriend shaved me. Her little pink tongue slid out of the corner of her mouth while she concentrated with the razor.

"Enjoying yourself?" I patted her head as she worked.

"Immensely," she nodded, still shaving, "after I'm done I'm going to eat you too. Just so you know."

I swelled and slickened, "Then hurry the fuck up."

Heather giggled as she finished. When she was done, my tidy little downward pointing triangle had turned into an adorable little heart. She wiped away the shaving cream.

"Now we're talking," she smiled, "speaking of talking, what are you going to say to Hero?"

"I don't know… little sister stuff."

"Like what?"

"I'll figure that out when I get there."

"Maybe you should practice a little?" she licked her lips and looked between my legs.

"On you?"

"Yeah," she glanced up at me then back down between my legs hungrily.

"Seriously?" She'd never been into this kind of game before.

She frowned, "If you don't want…" and started to stand up.

I stopped her by the shoulder, I'd play. I'd always play. Especially for her.

"Oh, I want. In fact I really, really want. I want my beautiful big sister to put her mouth on me. I've wanted it for so long. Please? Just a little? Just once so I know what it feels like? I won't tell anyone if you won't, sis. It can be our secret. I'll do it for you too if you want."




Peaches and Honey Ch. 02



Heather's big blue eyes glittered at the game and she joined, leaning closer until I could feel her breath between my legs, "Hasn't a boy done this for you, sis? Put his mouth on you?"

"No. Never," I shook my head innocently, "I'm too embarrassed to let them. But I would let you. You're so pretty and I know how soft your lips are. I think they'll feel good."

"They will, I promise," Heather pressed her lips to my slit and ran her tongue gently up and down my lips.

I humped into her mouth eagerly, "Ooooh, I like it. Wow, I really like it. Much better than my own fingers."

Heather grinned up at me, dabbing her tongue in my folks, "So you're masturbating now kiddo?"

"Yeah, all the time," I said bashfully. "I can't help it, I'm sooo horny now. I barely sleep at night."

She kissed my slit and gave it a few more licks, "Well, I'll do this for you whenever you want, okay? Just come to my bedroom and we'll make you happy."

"Really? You're like the best big sister ever."

"I try. Now lay back and let me kiss you properly, honey." She tugged my hips forward and her lips closed over my clit. Her tongue swirled over it, making my legs shake.

"I wish I had big boobies like yours," I blurted out looking down at her.

Heather's eyebrow cocked up.

"Yeah, I wish I had great big boobies that all the boys like and that stick out so round and full. Mine are round too but they're still little. Do you think they'll grow?" I slid my hands under my shirt and cupped my own chest.

"Some of the boys say that if I let them touch my boobs they'll get bigger. Is that true? Is that what happened to yours, sis?"

Heather snickered and licked harder. It was getting more difficult for me to concentrate on what I was saying, her tongue was doing all the right things. 

I tugged her hands up under my shirt, "Touch them for me? Maybe they'll grow if you do. Oooh, that feels so good. Roll my little nipples too? Yeah, just like that. I feel so tingly all over. It's never felt this good before. You're so good at this. I know you've done it before. No, it's okay. I heard you eating your friend the other night in your room. I touched myself while you did it."

Heather groaned into my mound, lapped down from my clit to my drooling entrance and stuffed her tongue inside me, licking at my delicate walls. 

A little desperate mewling sound slipped out of me that wasn't faked. I was getting close to cumming. When her tongue went back up to my clit, it felt even better. She flicked it up and down and started scratching my ass gently with her fingernails. The combination pushed me over.

"Ooooooh," I groaned and held her head as I came. She nuzzled me gently and softly stroked my breasts as I shook through my orgasm.

"Wow," we both said, when our eyes met again at the same time.

She eased my legs down and rubbed them. "So… you're pretty good at the play acting thing aren't you?"

"I'm kinky, Peachers. For the thousandth time, I'm kinky."

"You still surprise me every once and awhile," she snickered.

After some smooches and hugs, we went back to planning what I was going to wear for Hero's seduction. I dug out a pair of the obligatory short white socks. We decided I would snag one of Hero's old t-shirts and slip into it when I got there before waking him up.

I pulled on jeans but those were definitely coming off when I got there too. Heather and I both agreed that horny kid sisters don't wear pants. It's some kind of universal thing.

I was pulling my hair into pigtails when Heather stopped me, "Easy Sammie, that's a little too pedo for your first try at this game with him."

She had a point. I was the younger kid sister, not the kid sister.

Still, there was one extra-wicked touch that was all mine: smell. I swear, Hero is part bloodhound. 

I tore my bedroom apart before finding what I was looking for. I had bought it to give my little cousins the next time I saw them: perfume. 

I sniffed the spritzer. It absolutely reeked of cotton candy. Score. How much more "little sister" could you get?

I spritzed each wrist, dabbed them behind each ear, then a second spritz just south of my belly button where I hoped Hero would be soon.

Heather and I looked at me in the mirror.

"You're ready, love."

"This is either genius or lunacy, Heather. I just can't tell which right now."

I was dressed, made up, and scented to play into her boyfriend's confessed incest fantasy. And I was going to fuck him silly.

"You're doing the right thing. Trust me," she kissed me and I tasted myself on her lips, "and you're going to be great."

She slipped back downstairs and left.

I was left staring at myself in the mirror, praying this love-triangle thing she was hoping for would work. If it couldn't, it was best to find out now.

I threw some extra clothes and girly supplies in a bag then went for the last two things that positively had to come with me. I pulled the bottom drawer completely out of my dresser. Beneath it, laying inside my dresser, were my gun and a picture. The gun was in a clip holster that I slid into place at the middle of my back.

That just left the picture. It was the only one I ever had of Stephen. I picked it up and smoothed it. It was wrinkly and one of its corners was ragged. I'd slept with it under my pillow for months after he died

It wasn't even a very good photo. Sort of blurry. It was taken when a group of us were in high school and on a road trip. We were in an ice cream shop. As a joke, Stephen had stuffed an entire banana in his mouth and was grinning with bulgy cheeks. Someone had been quick with a camera and caught him. He looked silly. He looked sweet. He looked like Stephen.

I traced the outline of his handsome face on the picture then slipped it into my back pocket. Sniffled to clear my nose. Then wiped my eyes. Not a good idea to look weepy for this last part.

Danny.

I trotted down the stairs for the long-overdue blow out. He was in front of the TV as always. We traded words that were a long time coming. When it was over, I actually felt better.

When I got to Hero's, it all happened more easily than I expected. Coming to him in that way, in the night, and playing a depraved game for us both - it felt natural. It felt right, like when I used to dance. 

Before each show, I'd slip into a costume tailored just for me. This one was made for me too -- I would be Hero's other lover. The darker one to Heather's brightness. The shadow to her light.

For the first time in years, since that terrible afternoon with my uncle, I looked at a man, looked into him, hard, and in purely a sexual way.

I was cautious at first. So cautious. Just a little peek. I'd been too afraid to do this since Uncle Eric. He'd taught me that some men have secrets that are best left hidden.

What did I see when I stared at Hero in this way? With his giant shaft poised to fill me so completely that I already knew I would have trouble breathing?

Love. Lust. Warmth. Giving. Sharing. Peace. Shelter.

My heart opened and my eyes said what my mouth couldn't, "I love you," as he filled me completely.

Heather was right. This - all of it - it was perfect. It was what I'd wanted. Needed. 

I was whole again.

**~~Post-Script: Their Love Has Freed Me~~**

A few months later, Heather was away at school, Hero and I were lounging in his den. He'd talked me into moving in with him. I had left Danny virtually everything. He needed it more than I did. The one thing I did go back for was my old brass bed, an antique that meant too much for too many reasons to let go. It was where Heather and I first made love and it used to be my Nonna's.

Hero was pecking away at his laptop while I read through a travel magazine.

"Babe, have you ever been to Sicily?" I asked.

"Nope, why?"

"I was thinking… maybe for Heather's spring break we could make it a trip. I haven't been there in a really long time. It feels like I should go back. It's beautiful there. There's a fig grove you should see to believe."

"Oh yeah?" he looked up, "the one with the wildcats?"

"Mmmhmmm."

He nodded. "Okay, I'm sold. Set it up and we'll go." He pecked a little more at his keyboard before pausing to look up at me again, "I love you too, Sam." 

He smiled and went back to typing.

That's how he says it to me. Casually. Softly. It's the perfect way for me and he knows it. It feels less scary that way. Less restrictive.

I scooted over and pulled his hand to the back of my neck. He'd have to type one-handed for awhile. I need to feel his fingers on me. He petted. I purred.

It's funny that my girlfriend found the perfect guy for me even though I wasn't looking. I'm not sure how I'll ever thank her. Although I'm looking forward to when she graduates and we can all shack up together in perfect sin. She's pretty smart. She'll be done school in three years. She's got her empty spot in our bed to motivate her.

I relaxed into Hero's gentle touch. The big oaf really does get me. He knows he's already in my fig grove. The one inside me. Heather is too. 

I watch over them. Like a good little gattina. Nonna would be proud.

*~*~*~*~

Author's note: So… I'll probably get killed in the ratings since I think folks prefer to read happy erotic literature. So be it. This was a labor of love anyway. 

If you are curious about what the sex was like between Samantha and Hero, I described their night already in "Hero's Life Ch. 08" from Hero's perspective. I was tempted to write it here from Samantha's POV too but left it out because I wanted to keep the emphasis on the Samantha-Heather relationship and also wanted to keep this "girls only" since it's in the lesbian category.

If you're the commenting sort of reader, please leave a public comment. My private feedback doesn't work for some reason.

Cheers,

-PF



Peaches and Honey



When we'd both sipped our wine for awhile and looked up at the stars, Sam told me more about how her previous boyfriend's death had really messed her up inside. She told me about being depressed for months. She said she started drinking more and even drifted into drugs. Not the fun, silly, leafy green kind either. The dangerous, white, powdery kind. And she told me about the anonymous sex with strangers. 

She wasn't proud of the things she'd done and yet she didn't hide them either.

But that's also when Sam told me what I was hoping to hear. Something that meant I wasn't a complete idiot for lusting after her these last several weeks.

"The one upside of my drug phase? It gave me the courage to kiss another girl for the first time." She paused for another sip of her wine, but kept her eyes fixed up at the sky and smiled.

I still remember how it felt to hear her say that -- the way the insane tension that had built up in me the past weeks just poured right out. Like someone had pulled the drain from a bathtub. 

Oh, thank you sweet jesus, she likes girls too. 

"We were both high as kites," she snickered softly to herself, reminiscing. "I don't even remember what that first girl looked like." 

She finally turned to look at me. "I still remember how it felt, though." She let out a long slow sigh. "It felt good. Really, really good. Do you remember?" 

I nodded and my heart skipped a few beats. "Yeah, I remember my first girl kiss." 

There was one last dot to connect. "Sam, umm, Danny?" I asked gently, because I had to.

She looked down at her feet. She definitely didn't like talking about him. "I was still all fucked up even a year after Stephen died. My life was a blur of strange places and stranger men, and women. Danny was Stephen's best friend. I met up with Danny on the anniversary of Stephen's death. We toasted Stephen. Then we got toasted and ended up in bed. Three years later, here we are."

"Oh. Uh, Sam is he the right guy for—"

Sam shook her head, "I'm not blind, okay? I know he's not right for me. I really do know it. He's just, better than the mess I was living before."

"Gotcha," I murmured.

Her hand was still on top of mine and I finally laced my fingers through hers. I squeezed her hand this time. 

"Sam, if it helps, I don't think you're a mess at all. You're doing pretty well, considering."

Her eyes were softer and her voice was thick when she answered, "Thanks. That means a lot, Heather."

She looked at me sadly with her lips pressed together in a line. She surprised me a little by pulling her hand free and swiveling to face me, sitting sideways in her chair. I spun towards her too. 

We set our wine glasses down on the deck together. Then she started leaning towards me. For a kiss. Or a hug. Or something. I didn't care what it was as long as it meant we could be closer.

I'd been waiting for this for weeks. I was staring at her lips. They were smaller than mine and they looked so smooth and so soft. We inched closer. Nearer than we'd ever been. 

A small breeze picked up behind Samantha and carried her scent across the shrinking gap between us. There it was again. Her smell. Sweet and warm and spicy at the same time. Darker, more complex than any other girl I'd ever smelled. It was right for her. Just how a strange and beautiful and exotic woman like her should smell. Like honey and that wonderful peppery woodiness that I couldn't think of that night dancing at the office party.

Sandalwood. 

That was it. Sammie smelled like honey and sandalwood. I already wanted to roll in that scent, cover myself in it, breathe it in and out until I fell asleep tasting it. 

Samantha's small, perfect lips were less than a foot away now. Ugh, I wanted this, I wanted her, in a way I hadn't felt since Berry months ago. 

I took a deep breath and tried to relax, focused on the coming kiss. Visualized making it one that would make her want to kiss me again. And again. And again.

"Ba-abe," Danny yelled from the kitchen, "where the hell are the corn chips?!"

Just like that, the moment was gone. 

As god is my witness, Danny-the-douchey-boyfriend nearly got beaten to death with his own fucking X-box that night. While his equally douchey friends watched.

There was nothing I could do as Sam crumpled a little and pulled away. "Duty calls." Her eyes rolled as she ducked inside the house again.

I heard them arguing in the kitchen. When she came back, she shook her head and said it was getting late. She was right, it was going on two in the morning. She said she'd better give me a lift back home.

We were both quiet on the ride back to my house. I was kicking myself for rushing things with her. When she pulled in my driveway, I opened the car door and turned to thank her for another fun night.

"Thanks for the great wine, Sam."

"No prob," she said, nodding. 

That was all she said. It worried me. She was too quiet. Maybe, she'd come to her senses. Maybe it was just the wine and the night air and the shared stories that made her lose her head for a few moments. Maybe she didn't want me like that after all. Maybe I'd missed my one chance at romance with Sam.

I sighed and started swiveling to get out of my seat when she caught my arm. "Heather? Wait." Her voice was small. Soft. And shaking a little. She was nervous. Or excited. Or both. 

She gently pulled me back into the car. She didn't let go of my arm and her hand felt hot on my bare skin. She kept pulling me backwards towards her.

As I turned to face her, the girl who'd monopolized my dreams and fantasies, I closed my eyes and cocked my head a little for the kiss I knew was finally coming. 

Hallelujah, I was beyond ready for those perfect little lips. Kiss me you beautiful, broken little girl. For god's sake just frickin' kiss me already.

I was right. Sort of.

Sam slipped to the side and gently pressed her lips to my cheek instead. "Thanks, Heather. For the talking and the... sharing. It was nice." 

Then, oh then, she brushed her perfect little nose against my cheek softly, back and forth, in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Somehow, Samantha made that brush of her nose more intimate than a real kiss.

Sam sighed and pulled away. "Now go inside and get to bed, young lady. Your parents really ought to have a curfew on a cutie like you. Some strange woman might snatch you up and steal you away."

I was dizzy with a mix of confusion and excitement. I hadn't gotten the actual kiss I wanted but I'd loved the touch of her nose on my cheek. Plus, now she was flirting with me openly.

Sam liked me. Liked me. The way I liked her.

I grinned as I hopped out of her car. "Don't give my Dad any ideas." 

I went directly to my room without stopping. I was so giddy I had to play with myself twice before I could fall asleep. I laid in my childhood bed, hands working beneath the sheet as I thought about how Sam smelled and what kissing her, really kissing her, might be like. 

I fantasized about running my fingers through her long dark beautiful hair. I imagined what her lips would feel like on mine, or on my neck, my chest, my belly or lower. In my head, the fingers blurring back and forth in my underwear became her tongue. 

I came again and fell asleep, dreaming of Samantha.

*~*~*~ Part 3 ~*~*~*

I got Samantha to kiss me the same way I got her to have lunch with me. I asked. Repeatedly. It was almost two weeks before she kissed me. As a birthday present. Right there in her office. 

She did it just as I was getting ready to make my daily request for a smooch. She simply stood up from her desk chair and came over to me. "Oh for god's sake, happy birthday." Her lips pressed into mine. 

I moaned automatically. The kiss was everything I'd hoped it would be. Warm and soft and tender at the same time. When her tongue slipped into my mouth, I panted and mashed my whole body against hers. Her honey-sandalwoody smell made me hungry for more.

When we separated, Samantha looked hungry too. She blinked a few times and her expression smoothed quickly but it was too late. I'd already seen that look. 

I was wearing her down. It made me wonder if this was what it felt like for guys. Working at a girl. Chasing her. Seducing her. It was kind of empowering.

I worked on Samantha over the next week. Like a boy would. Teasing. Flirting. Complimenting. There was a lot kissing. It wasn't all about the smooching though. Samantha and I spent time together doing regular stuff -- shopping, movies, just hanging out together. The best times were when we did nothing at all.

I even loved the way Sam looked at me sometimes. Actually, it was more than looking -- it was more like studying. I'd never had anyone look at me the way Sam did. She must have liked what she saw because she smiled whenever she did it. 

It was a hot, July day when I caught her doing it again while we were sitting on a bench in town and eating water ice together. I broke down and asked her about it.

"What is it you see, Sam? When you're looking at me like that?"

Her voice sounded like it was far away. "Your halo."

I almost snorted cherry water ice through my nose. "I'm no angel, Sammie."

She smirked but she was still looking at me in her funny way. "I don't mean a literal halo, dummy. It's hard to explain. When I look at you like this, I'm picturing all the things you might want. For yourself. For me. For us. They're good things. And definitely sexy things. As far as I can tell, you're a total horndog. I'm amazed you manage to get out of the bed in the morning."

She snapped out of her funny look to peck me quickly on my cheek. Her lips were cool and her breath smelled like lemon water ice. "As for being an angel, well, that's what you are to me."

"Awww, thanks Sam. But if I get you naked, you won't think I'm so pure."

"Good. Pure is boring." Her nose twitched shrewdly. "We'll get naked very soon, Heather. Be patient."

"I'm a teenager, Sam. We're not big on patience." As proof, I slurped a jumbo hunk of water ice from my cup. Of course, it was too big for my mouth and I ended up choking a little.

"I'm beginning to get the picture." Sam grinned as she handed me a napkin. "Look, you and me, we're worth waiting a little for. Waiting's a good thing, you'll see."

"Okay." I felt a little silly, wiping red sugar water off my chin. I wasn't so sure I needed time but Sam seemed to know what she was talking about. 

I looked longingly at her insanely lickable legs. She was wearing a little pair of khaki shorts that showed a lot of thigh and all I wanted to do was rub my cheeks up and down their smooth olive skin. 

It was almost three weeks after our first smooch that we went to bed. But Samantha did give me a taste of her absurd talents as a lover beforehand. In a dressing room of all places.

*~*~*~ Part 3 ~*~*~*

I got naked with Samantha for the first time because of a pair of shoes. The weird thing is, I don't even like shoes that much. They cover my feet. That's about it.

We were in a fancy shoe boutique and Sam was looking at yet another pair of heels. I tried not to shake my head. How many pairs of shoes did one girl need?

Still, I had to admit that the ones she was looking at that day were super pretty: tiny gray suede heels. Sam pouted when the salesgirl told her they didn't have them in her size. 

Sam's pout spread into a smile as she looked over at me, "You wear a size 6 right?"

"Yeah."

She spun back to the salesgirl. "Pull a 6?"

In a couple of minutes, I was trying on the shoes that Sam had been drooling over. 

Wow, they were really nice. And the suede was buttery soft. They were the almost impossible mix of sexy and comfy that meant mucho money.

I peeked at the price sticker and cringed. "Whoa Sam, they're a fortune," I hissed through my teeth. The salesgirl glanced away discreetly.

Sam shrugged, unconcerned. "Meh, I'm buying. If I can't have them, the next best thing is to see them on you."

"You're nuts."

"Yeah, so? Look, I'll make you a deal. I'll buy 'em for you. All you have to do is promise to wear them the rest of the day so I can look at them."

"Wow, you've got a deal."

"Of course, you realize that we need to get you a new outfit to go with your shoes."

"Sa-am," I protested.

"Come on, let me dress you. Please?" she begged. "Just this once? It'll be fun. We'll do me next time. You can dress me up like a teenage hottie."

I had visions of wrapping Sam's perfect little rump in something really clingy teenybobber-tacky from Victoria's Secret. Oh god, that would be too fun. I agreed. 

The department store Sam pulled me into for new clothes was just as fancy as the shoe boutique. She led me right to the back of the store and into the dressing lounge. Not a dressing room. A dressing lounge. With couches and chairs and a frickin' wet bar. 

One of the salesgirls popped up out of a leather chair with a smile and floated over. "What may I help you with today?"

I looked at Sam. This was totally her show. I'd always been more of an Abercrombie or Hollister girl.

Sam piped right up, "We've found my friend the perfect shoes. Now we just need some clothes for her shoes."

Just need some clothes for her shoes? I didn't even know people talked like this. I eyed Sam while the salesgirl sized me up, pacing a circle around me.

"Let's see, you're a petite. Size 2?" she guessed.

"Uh, yeah," I answered, surprised.

"Excellent. Be right back."

The size-guessing salesgirl came back with a selection of slacks, skirts, and tops then led us back to a large dressing room and hung the clothes inside. Sam scooted into the room behind us and plopped herself into a leather chair in the corner. The salesgirl smiled and told us to call if we needed something else as she pulled the door closed behind her on the way out.

I turned to squint at Sam, parked cozily in the chair and looking eager. "You're going to watch me?" I whispered.

"Would that make you uncomfortable?"

"It seems a little—"

"Icky?" She pouted. "Oh god, I'm being icky aren't I?"

"No, I was going to say 'uneven.'" I rolled my eyes, "You'll be dressed and I won't be."

"Heather, I promise you'll see me naked soon. And trust me, I'm really looking forward to it. Maybe even more than you are. In the meantime, you're not actually going to make me pass up an opportunity like this are you?"

"Okay, but no laughing or teasing all right?"

Her slender eyebrows mashed together. "What could I possibly have to tease you about?"

"Uh, my body? In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a lot curvier than you are Sammie."

"Trust me blondie, I've noticed." She smiled deviously.

I turned my back to her, already feeling a blush creep up my neck as I pulled my top over my head. My giant boobs came free in the light pink cotton bra I'd agonized over picking that morning on the off-chance that Samantha broke down and we'd have to take off some clothes. Preparation is a good thing.

In the mirror, I watched Sam slink out of her chair to come closer and stand behind me. Her hands fell lightly on my shoulders. 

"Girlie, you're the most beautiful half-naked person I've ever seen."

"Person?" I asked. It was a funny word choice.

"Sorry, that came out weird. What I meant was girl or guy I've ever seen." Her hands had moved down to my waist. "Can I help you with this?" 

"My skirt?"

"Yeah."

I barely had time to nod before she began to unzip it. The skirt slid off my hips and down my legs. She crouched to help me step out of it.

I was completely down to my undies now. My light pink cotton thong matched my bra. I watched Sam's eyes skim down and lock onto my bubble butt. Yeah, my tush sticks out a bit in the back, but it's small and really tight -- thank god for good genes and tons of hours running up and down lacrosse and hockey fields.

Sam wasn't moving, she just kept staring at my ass, her warm hands absently tracing up and down the outsides of my legs. She didn't say anything. She just stared. 

I shifted uncomfortably in the silence. "Sam?" I asked shyly.

"Hmmm?" Her hum came from somewhere deep in her chest. It was a rumble that was richer, huskier, than I expected from her tiny body. 

"Like what you see down there?"

"Uh uh." The rumble again. She stood finally and pressed her body into me from behind. She pulled my hair to one side to answer, "Heather, I love what I see. I always have."

"Thanks Sam. You can, um, you can touch me some more if you want."

"Really?"

"Mmmhmm touch me, Sammie? I've wanted you to touch me for a very long time now."

"Promise you won't think it's icky?" She chuckled and wiggled her eyebrows in a silly way.

"No, definitely not icky."

I felt her fingertips skid across my shoulders and down my back. They roamed up and down my spine. She circled them to my front and her fingers looped in lazy circles around my tanned, flat stomach. Then she traced along the bottom of my bra, hesitating.

"You can touch my chest too, it's okay," I offered. Frankly, it was way more than okay. I could already feel my nipples swelling and stiffening.

Sam rested her chin on my shoulder. We looked at our reflections in the mirror as her tiny hands came up to cup my breasts through my bra. She cradled them from beneath, feeling their weight.

I exhaled softly as she did it. The heat of her hands on my chest felt fantastic even through the bra. My entire body responded. I felt my nipples begin to ache and a distinct warmth started up below. Sam was stirring up a need inside me that had been lurking beneath the surface for weeks now. All the kissing and cuddling had been sweet torture.

"You know Heather, I think you'll need new undies to go with your new clothes and your new shoes," Sam breathed into my shoulder as she carefully rubbed my bra-covered breasts in circles. "How about something lacy... something black... something a little bit—"

"Slutty?" I finished. I may have been lightheaded and horny as hell but I saw exactly where she was going with this. "And I suppose I'd have to try that stuff on too. To make sure it fits. And that would mean that I'd have to get completely naked."

"Would that be so bad?" she wondered innocently. Now she was kissing my shoulder and nibbling at it gently. I liked the mix of feeling her teeth and seeing them tugging at my skin in the mirror at the same time.

"No Sam," I shook my head, "I'm guessing that being naked with you might be very fun."

"Let's find out." Sam released me to pop her head out of the dressing room door. She called down the hall, "Miss?" 

Our salesgirl appeared. 

"Let's do some underwear too? We're thinking black. And lacey."

"Sure. She's a small panty. What size bra?"

Sam looked back at me. 

"32-D," I answered. I felt my face flush with heat. I'd always been kinda proud of my boobs but for some reason, I felt, I don't know, sloppy compared to Sam's perfectly sleek little body.

When the salesgirl knocked on the door a few minutes later, Sam opened it and took the pile handed to her. She set the undies on the chair and turned to me as I reached up to unhook my bra.

"No!" Sam yelped quickly and loudly enough that it startled me a little. "I mean, can, can I do it?"

"You want to undress me?" My head cocked.

She winced."That's weird isn't it?" 

"No. Actually, I think it's really sweet. C'mon back over here then."

Sam pressed herself into me from behind again and wrapped her arms around me. 

I poured every ounce of sexy I could muster into my next question, "You going to unwrap me now, Sam?"

She snorted and laughed. "You mean like a present?" 

"Yeah, like a present. One that's been waiting eighteen years to be opened by you."

Samantha went quiet and nodded. Her beautiful green eyes sparkled as she unhooked my bra slowly. She slid off its shoulder straps and I lifted my arms a little.




Peaches and Honey



Gingerly, Sam pulled the bra away from my chest. My boobs didn't move much when they were free. They usually don't. They've always been some kind of freakish zero-gravity thing. They just kinda stick right out there. My pink nipples were puckered and hard -- so hard I could almost feel them pulsing.

"Heather, honey, wow." Sam was staring into the mirror and panting into my neck. It sent warm shivers down my back.

We stood there for several long moments. Now I really wanted her hands on me. Sam's lovely patience was one thing but this was ridiculous. She was moving too damn slow. 

I pulled her hands to my breasts again and squeezed myself with them. Sam exhaled softly and gnawed on my shoulder as we fondled my oversized chest together with her small hands.

"Panties, Sam?"

"Huh?" She was in a trance, staring at our reflections in the mirror and cupping and squeezing my breasts gently.

"My panties? We were going to take off my panties too, right?"

"Fuck yeah," she whispered coarsely. It made me giggle.

Her hands traced down to my hips and she hooked her thumbs into the g-string's slender pink waistband. I held my breath as she tugged it down slowly until it fell onto my feet. Sam was looking me up and down and grinning insanely. "Okay, I think I hit the girlfriend jackpot. You're gorgeous."

"Awww, thanks. You know, with my panties off, there's some new stuff for you to touch, Sammie."

"So you like touching, huh?" She leaned forward to suck my earlobe between her teeth and nibble its rim. It made me even dizzier.

"I like you, Sam. And I like the way you touch me."

"That was the perfect answer." One of her hands slid down my belly and hesitated, fingers circling at the top of my cleanly-shaven mound. "So smooth," she sighed.

"Mmm hmmm, I keep it that way. It's not too, you know, 'little girl' for you is it? I could try growing in a tuft if you want. So you know you're actually with a grown up."

"Uh uh, I love it like this. Don't you dare change a thing."

We were both staring at her hand roaming over the top of my goodies. It was way more intimate than we'd ever been and I felt my heartbeat thudding in my ears. Sam and I had kissed and hugged and fondled through clothing. I'd even pulled her across my lap and spanked her amazing little butt once as a goof one night on her couch. 

This was getting serious now. It felt like we'd skipped several steps. I was completely naked. It was spontaneous and semi-public and just so damn... bad. I'd never done anything this daring before. 

"Please, Sam?" I mewled. "I'll touch myself if I have to. You can even watch if you want. But I need some satisfaction today. I can't take any more teasing."

Her hand circled my smooth mound high up, just above where I wanted it to be. Her other hand rose from my hip to cradle one of my breasts again. Only then did her lower hand slide down to cup my mound then dip further to swirl over my sensitive button. 

"Oh Sammie, that's it," I moaned out loud and wriggled back against her at that first delicious contact. Her touch was light but firm. Just right. I was already putty in her hands.

"Shhhh, sweetie. Can you be quiet?" She kissed my shoulder, then dragged her warm tongue across it. "You've been so patient. I want to reward you. If I make you cum right here, honey, can you be nice and quiet for me?"

I'd never heard Samantha's voice like this. It was smooth, sweet, and soft. Hypnotic. All I could do was nod as her one hand toyed with my breasts and the other played in my sensitive folds.

"Good Heather, because if you're too loud they'll come back here. They'll open the door and they'll see us. They'll see you how naked and beautiful you are. They'll see me touching you -- squeezing your big beautiful tits and rubbing your bare little pussy. They'll yell at us. We'll get in trouble. You don't want us to get in trouble do you?"

I shook my head and whimpered softly this time. Sam's hands, her voice, her words -- they were working together to tease my body and brain at the same time. She was plugging into something inside me perfectly. For the first time I wondered if I knew what I was really getting into. This was a sweet and wicked Samantha I'd only caught glimpses of before.

She strummed me with two of her small fingers that she kept moving in a perfect swirl. Sending tiny electric shocks through my hips. At the same time, she toyed expertly with first one of my nipples and then the other.

My knees were soon shaking. I was struggling to keep from crying out. The salesgirls were only a few yards away.

"Poor little thing, you really need this don't you, honey?" Sam purred in my ear.

"Yeah," I whimpered. I groaned and shuddered against her as my belly started to get warmer. Tinglier. I had to press my lips together into a tight line to keep quiet. I panted through my nose like a winded horse as she worked me higher and higher.

Sam's soft voice kept stroking me too, like warm fur rubbing against my brain.

"You're gorgeous, you know that right? From your little pink toenails to your long wavy gold hair. I've wanted you like this -- naked and in my arms -- for a long time now. In fact, I imagined doing this while we were dancing."

"Ruh... really?" I gasped partway through my answer because she'd dipped two fingertips inside me for a second before twirling them back around my clit. It had been months since anything had been inside me and the slickness she found made coated her fingers.

"Mmm hmm."

"Sam, you're gonna..." I wheezed.

"I'm going to what, honey?"

"Make me go."

"Make you cum? Right here?'"

"Yeah," I gasped again as her fingers dipped inside me briefly once more and she went back to strumming my clit while she kept pulling gently on my nipples.

"I know, sweetie, I can feel it building up inside you. The little muscles in your lower back have been twitching in the sexiest way. I wish you could see it. It's adorable."

I was getting even dizzier. "You're... jesus... you're really fucking good at this, Sam."

"I know. I've had a little practice at this, girlie. I know how to please another woman." Her swirling hand on my button moved a little faster and she tugged more firmly on my breasts. 

"Didn't you believe me when I told you this would be worth waiting for?" She chuckled and kissed my ear. 

Sam started sucking on the back of my neck as she worked me perfectly, touching and whispering and humping herself into me from behind. 

When my whole body was vibrating, she breathed one last little perfect thing into my ear, "I want you to cum now, sweetie. Cum for me, my love."

It was her last two words, "my love," that did it. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, held my breath to keep from screaming out loud, and dug my toes into the luxurious, deep-pile carpet beneath me. 

The orgasm she brought on swept through me like an earthquake, strong enough to bend my knees and damn near rattle the fillings out of my teeth. It wasn't just the expert touching, it was what she'd said during the touching.

"Holy crap, Sam..." I gritted out through clenched teeth as my body continued going haywire. Even through that enormous cum, I realized that the craziest part of all this was she was still fully dressed and we were still standing up in a dressing room. What the hell was she going to do to me when we could get to a real bed? 

Frankly, the thought scared me almost as much as it excited me. 

While I slowly came back to my senses, Sam cradled me there in the dressing room of her posh department store. Still panting, I spun and backed myself up against the cool mirror to lean against it. I needed the support, my legs were about to give out.

Sam followed me to the mirror and pressed herself into me from the front. She kissed and licked along my collarbone then up to my neck where she nuzzled me with her warm little nose.

"You did such a good job, Heather," she whispered. "You were so quiet when you came. You barely made a sound. Like a little mouse."

I blinked several times and swallowed before I could talk. "I am soooo getting even with you for that." I kissed her cheek and reached down to take hold of her top where it was tucked into her pants.

"Uh uh, not today, girlie." She backed away and batted my hands off, grinning, "Today's your day." She picked up a pair of tiny black lacy boyshort undies and held them up. "Come on, try these on. I think they'll look great on that delectable little round tush of yours."

I barely remember the next half hour. I just did whatever Sam asked as she dressed me and undressed me over and over. I was in a daze the entire time. If she wanted to dress me up like a doll, she'd earned it.

I kind of woke up finally when we were at the cash register and Sam was signing a receipt. I was holding a bag with the clothes I'd worn into the store. When I looked down, I was wearing a pair of sleek black slacks and a fitted silk blouse in gray that matched the ridiculously expensive suede heels that had started this whole mess. The monochromatic look was chic and mature without being too old for me. 

That's when I learned the second Samantha's several amazing talents; she was better at dressing me than I was. 

On our way out, bags in each hand, I leaned into her. "How much did all of this stuff cost?"

"None of your business." She took my arm and squeezed it. "We agreed that I'm dressing you today."

"Okay, but I'm holding you to your promise earlier. I'm looking forward to dressing you up as a slutty teen."

She chuckled. "You know what? I am too."

*~*~*~ Part 4 ~*~*~*

Sam and I officially went to bed a week later. Her boyfriend Danny was away on a Las Vegas trip for a bachelor party. The dummy had no idea that way hotter stuff happened in his apartment that weekend than the half-hearted sex shows he probably paid to watch in Vegas.

Friday night, I knocked on the door to Sam's apartment. I felt a bit silly standing out on her front porch in a blue satin dress. It was the same one I'd worn to the cocktail party at work when Samantha and I hit it off together. She'd called earlier that afternoon and begged me to wear it. She said she wanted to do our first night over again.

When she answered the door, Sam was wearing the same stunning little black halter dress she'd worn that night and carrying two tall flutes of bubbly. I dropped my overnight bag at her door and we clinked glasses.

I was already filling my mouth for a not very ladylike gulp when I got my first whiff of what we were drinking. I think that gulp cost Samantha about $80. 

I swallowed. "Jesus Sammie, what the hell is this champagne? It's fantastic."

"Hurray, I stumped by boozehound girlfriend!" she cheered. "It's Krug. Clos du Mesnil 1996. Like it?"

"Like it? I plan on doing something indecent with the bottle after we finish it!"

Sam laughed and pecked me on the cheek. "And I'll help you. I wanted to do the night of the office party over again but better. Come on, it's nice out. Let's go sit on the back porch. "

I followed Sam through her apartment and out her back door.

There was no moon. Samantha left her porch light off too so we could see the stars better. Being on the porch again with her made me remember the night we'd almost kissed. How terrifying and exciting it was. 

I looked at Samantha and my heart warmed a little as I thought about how far we'd come in just a few weeks. She handed me her glass of champagne while she spun the lounge chairs next to and facing each other and we sank into them.

While we were talked, Samantha set down her glass and took one of my feet in her hands. She stroked it affectionately.

"You've even got incredibly cute feet," she sighed. "Foot rub?"

"Sure, I can't remember the last time anyone—oooooh," I moaned as her thumbs dug into the muscles at the bottom of my foot.

Sam grinned wider. "What would you say if I told you I could get you off just by rubbing your foot?"

"Seriously?" After what she did to me in the dressing room of the department store the week before, I couldn't put anything past her.

"Okay, maybe not," she chuckled, "but we could give it a good try tonight if you want."

"I'm all yours, Sam. You can do whatever you want to me."

"Really?" It was Sam's turn to look intrigued. Her eyes gleamed in the near dark.

"Uh huh."

"So if I were to..." she picked up her champagne flute, smiled, and tipped it over my foot. I jerked and started giggling as the ridiculously expensive vintage champagne drizzled over my toes.

"Cold?" Sam teased, then bent her head and sucked one of my champagne-flavored toes into her mouth.

My giggles turned into moans when her warm mouth closed over it. She nibbled and sucked at my foot. Her nimble tongue flicked all over and I was feeling each lick on my cooter. 

Sam picked up her glass again and poured more of her champagne up my ankle and shin. She looked at me and licked her lips. "Higher?"

I nodded dreamily. "Higher." I tugged my dress up until it was several inches above my knee. She kept drizzling the cool bubbly up over my knee then higher to my thigh. Her glass ran empty by the time she ran out of bare leg.

"Cold again?"

"Uh huh." I pouted in what I hoped was a sexy way, very much looking forward to her warm lips moving up my leg.

Sam didn't disappoint. She set her empty glass down and began to lap at my ankle. Her licks at my toes had been small. Gentle. Delicate. Not anymore. Her tongue was moving in broad, hungry strokes now -- the way a lioness licks a zebra right before she takes her first big bite. My girlfriend was going to eat me. The double meaning of that last thought made me giggle.

By the time Samantha made it up past my knee I was having trouble holding still. She was driving me insane. 

Samantha looked up at me with hungry impatient eyes to let me know it was time to move my dress up further, to reveal more skin for her mouth.

As I hitched my dress higher even my wicked girlfriend's breath caught in her throat.

"Uh, love, you're naked under here," she was staring beneath my dress while stating the obvious. 

"Yep."

"Wait, you weren't wearing panties at the cocktail party?"

"Nope." 

"Impressive. You're not really the good little girl people take you for are you, blondie?"

I shook my head and gnawed my bottom lip.

"Frankly I'm glad I didn't know you were naked under this dress back then. I might have tried something stupid that night."

"Like what?"

"Like pulling you into one of the emergency stairwells and jamming my face between these beautiful little thighs of yours." She traced her fingernails up the insides of my legs.

"I dunno, that might have been nice. Since we're doing that first night over why don't you give it a try now?" 

"But I don't have an emergency stairwell," she joked softly, getting close enough for me to feel her breath between my legs. 

My juicy bits responded automatically, swelling and slickening.

I tugged her head forward into my lap and let my knees fall wide open. "To hell with the stairwell, Sammie. Please make me cum." 

She giggled and pressed her mouth into my goodies. Her nimble little tongue parted my lips then spun skillfully around my button in a way that told me Samantha was very, very good at this.

To be honest, I'm not even sure what the hell happened. I remember a tiny bit of sucking and some quick, perfect licking. One minute I was clutching an armrest in one hand and stroking her soft hair with the other. The next minute I was pushing her head away because I was cumming and her insane tongue was too much.

Sam didn't seem surprised at all. Her little face popped up from between my thighs. Her chin was shiny and she gave me a crooked smile. "Appetizer."

An appetizer? For which one of us? I just shook my head weakly as the world came back into focus.

She stood and tugged me to my feet. "Come on, upstairs, girlie. It's bedtime." 

"But Mo-om, I'm not even tired," I whined playfully.

"Don't worry, there won't be any sleeping. At least not for awhile." 

She picked up the bottle of champagne on our way through the kitchen and urged me upstairs. She batted at my butt on the way up and I fended her off with a giggle.

My giggling stopped and I stopped when we got to her bedroom and I looked in. It was lit with dozens of candles. Her queen-sized antique brass bread glowed in their soft light.

My heart crawled into my throat and I had to swallow before speaking. "Oh god Sammie, this is beautiful." 

"So it's not too much?" she asked, hugging me from behind.

"Well, you could have thrown in some rose petals," I teased.

I jumped a little when Sam burst out laughing louder than I expected.

"Actually, I didn't forget them. I bought some and spread them around on the bed but then I thought it looked too cheesy. So I picked them all up. Do you have any idea how long it takes to pick up more than a pound of rose petals? There were hundreds. That's what I was doing right before you got here. They're in a trash bag under the bed."

I couldn't help laughing either. 

I patted her hands where they were wrapped around my middle. "Just so you know Sam, you don't have to work this hard for me. We could have stripped down and rolled around on your kitchen floor and I would have been happy. I just want to be with you."

Sam nodded into my shoulder. She sighed and it was a heavy, sad sound. "To be honest, this is kinda for me too. I miss romance. He," she paused for a second, reluctant to bring up Danny. "He's not very romantic."

"Fine. Let's be romantic then. Really romantic. But Sam, before we get started, you know, doing stuff. I just want to tell you that I am grateful. For all of this. It feels special."

"Don't be silly. Like I said, it's kinda for me too. Come on." She moved closer to the bed and pulled me with her.

She turned to face me. I watched as she smiled and reached up to unclasp her dress at the back of her neck. Her tiny tongue darted out to the lap the corner of her mouth. 

She released her dress and it slithered to the hardwood floor beneath us in a small black pool. She was naked except for a tiny black thong. 

There, in her candlelit bedroom, was the first time I saw Samantha without clothes. 

My heart twisted in my chest. I'd never seen anything, anyone, so beautiful.

Samantha's skin was flawless. All over. A smooth, glowing canvas of bronzed olive flesh. Her legs were slender and insanely toned. Like they'd been sculpted. Her calves and thighs curved delicately. Her little black undies were just a tiny triangle of lace. Her belly was smooth and flat and tight. Her breasts were just large enough to fill one of my small hands, round with little tan nipples. Her back and shoulders were a network of delicate muscles I think only dancers can have.

I know that I look like. Wrap me in a bikini and lean me back over a sports car and you'd have the cover of just about any hot rod magazine. Samantha was a whole other level. She was the cover of Vogue.

"Sam, you're, you're," I stammered.

"Wearing underwear? Unlike some people?" she teased as she turned sideways and hooked her thumbs into her panties at her hips. 

"Gorgeous," I whispered, finally finishing my thought while watching her bend smoothly at the waist. 

She dragged her panties down and stepped out of them in one fluid motion. Then she slid onto the bed on her belly, showing me one perfect miniature butt cheek.

I wanted that butt. I mean, I wanted to do things to that butt. Preferably something long and slow and very, very naughty. I wasn't even sure what. But I had the entire weekend to figure that out.

Sam snapped me out of it. "You getting in the bed to play with me or are you going to just stand there and drool?"




Peaches and Honey



"Oh, uh, right."

While Sam watched intently from the bed, I started to undress. Unfortunately, my strip show wasn't nearly as suave as hers. 

For starters, the damn zipper on my dress was smack between my shoulder blades. Who the hell puts a zipper there? It's impossible to reach. My dad had to zip it up for me at home. He was kind enough, and smart enough, not to ask just what sort of sleepover party I was wearing a formal dress to.

With some awkward twisting, I finally got hold of the zipper and tugged it down to the small of my back. Of course, my dress didn't slither to the floor dramatically like Samantha's. Nope. I had to wiggle and push it down. Finally, to top it all off, when I bent over to step out of it, I stumbled and bumped my head against the bed. 

"You okay, girlie?" I heard Sam gasp. 

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. Dammit, so much for seductive. "Yeah, but I kinda want to go put my dress back on again and try to do that a bit more sexily."

When I looked up at her, Sam's face was screwed up tight and she was trying not to laugh.

"It's all right, honey. That was very sweet, very adorable, and very, very you. Just get your bra off and get on the bed before you hurt yourself."

I nodded and ditched my bra. That went smoothly at least. I'm all about the front-clasper when I know I'm going to get lucky.

I looked down at myself in the candlelight while I scooted onto the bed. Candlelight does good things for people. My legs looked pretty good. Not as outrageously ripped as Sam's, but firm and toned from years of field sports. My waist and hips were small too. And my belly was nearly as flat and tight as hers. As always, I was a little self-conscious about the way my boobs swayed as I crawled over to her.

"Okay, one more thing, Sam. I'm not, uh, as experienced as you are. I've only been with one girl before. And we did what I thought were a lot of things, but let's just say I'm getting the feeling you're in a completely different league with the sex stuff."

Samantha's face went blank. Neutral. I needed to finish the thought quickly before she decided my point was that she was some kind of slut.

"The thing is, Sam, if there's anything you want me to do for you later that I'm not doing, something that I could be doing to make you feel good, I want you to feel comfortable asking me for it or just nudging me a little, okay? I won't mind, I promise. In fact, I would really like that a lot."

Sam beamed as soon she caught on to my concern about our mismatched experience. "Oh Heather, you are sooo sweet. To be honest, I've been a little worried too. I want to live up to your expectations but I also don't want to try something too kinky for you and scare you off." 

She nibbled her lip in thought. "How about this? On a scale of one to ten, how crazy do you feel like getting tonight?"

I cocked my head. "I dunno. What's a ten?"

Her eyes narrowed. "One of us would be pooping on the other. Or I would have to ask the guy in the apartment next door to borrow his Great Dane."

"Whoa!" I gasped then giggled in horror at her total perversion. "Let's make it a five then!"

"Five it is," she winked and reached up her hand to pull me closer, "now lay down on your back. I've managed to keep my hands off those fabulous tits of yours all night but my willpower just gave out."

Samantha's hands were even smaller than mine. It was funny seeing them on my oversized breasts. I let her have her fun, enjoying her warm stroking. She toyed and squeezed them gently, her touch, as always, perfect. We laughed together when we figured out it took both of her hands to cover one of my boobs.

"I'm in love with these things you know," she confessed, as she leaned closer, getting ready to pull a nipple into her mouth.

"So it seems." I could feel her hot breath on the tender nub barely an inch from her mouth.

"I just want to be up front about it. I don't want them to come between us."

"Har har."

"Okay, that was kinda cheesy. But seriously, I think about touching your breasts. Squeezing them. Sucking on them. I don't have a boob fetish or anything. At least I never did before. It's just that yours are so damn..."

"Big?" I wiggled my eyebrows.

She chuckled. "I was going to say tasty looking." 

"Thanks Sam."

"I'm serious. That first time in the dressing room of the department store? I didn't plan to molest you like that. I meant to just watch. But when you pulled off your blouse I just couldn't help myself. For that matter, when your skirt came down and that juicy little bubblebutt of yours was right in front of my face? Sweetie, I nearly stuffed my face into it."

"Awww, that might have been fun. I'm glad you like my body, Sam. I was a little intimidated by you. You're just so damn pretty. All over."

Naked in that candlelit bedroom, we stretched out on our sides and faced each other. We started touching. Just touching. Sam knew by then how much I loved touching and being touched. She made it perfect.

Together, our fingertips ran up, down and over every inch of uncovered skin. Exploring. Learning. Feeling. Every smooth flat plane, every crease, every corner, every dimple, and every fold. We didn't say anything while we did that wonderful, slow, gentle touching. We were past words now. We just did it, grinning like fools and kissing and letting giggles slip out when something tickled. We took breaks to sip champagne right from the bottle.

Finally, we started making love.

Sam told me later that the first time I made her cum that night was her favorite. 

I stretched out flat on my back and pulled her on top of me on her back too so we were both looking up at her ceiling. I nibbled on her shoulder and stroked her smooth, flat tummy and her hips. Then I cupped and squeezed her boobs gently until she started grinding her tiny rump down into me.

I humped up against her, pushing myself up into her tight little butt and slid a hand down along her sleek, tight body to rub her button very very slowly. I rubbed at the same slow speed of our grinding. 

I toyed with her mercilessly -- whispering dirty things into her ear while I stroked her tiny warm body. I strummed her clit while caressing her tight stomach and round breasts. 

Sam groaned and pawed and pulled at the flowery bedspread beneath us as I dragged her right to the edge of an orgasm then backed her away. Then to the edge again. And back away again.

By the end, she was alternating between telling me how much she loved me and calling me nasty names. Somehow, Samantha managed to say "you little fucking bitch" affectionately. It wouldn't be the last time.

I finally did let her cum though. I humped up into the tiny toned cheeks of her butt as she ground down into me. I sucked fiercely on the back of her neck, tugged on one of her nipples, and frigged her hard nub while she wriggled through her overdue climax.

After her final release, Sam went limp on top of me and I wrapped by arms around her from behind. Her head rolled loosely on my shoulder. "That. Was. Awesome," she groaned. 

I squeezed her and we just laid there for awhile with her on top of me and breathing in and out together. I was a little proud of myself. Maybe too proud. 

"Sam, on your 'crazy' scale, how about we upgrade to a seven?"

Sam smiled and turned to look at me, eager but still cautious. "Okay, but who's pushing?"

"Huh?" She'd had lost me already. This didn't bode well. She had a completely different sexual vocabulary.

Thankfully, she dumbed it down for me. "Sorry, what I meant was, which one of us is going to be in charge, love?"

"Oh. You. You can be in charge, Sam."

"Really?" I could practically see the kinky gears shifting and clicking in her head. But she still eyed me cautiously. "Hmmm, I dunno. For now, let's try a mix."

"A mix?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "you'll see." She stretched out on her back with her head at the top of the bed. Then she urged me onto my knees over her face. 

I straddled her carefully, I'd never done it this way before. It was a funny perspective, looking down on her face between my legs. I was worried I'd squish her.

Sam wasn't worried. 

She took my hands and placed them on the cool metal tubes of her ornate brass headboard. Then her tongue flicked out and wriggled at the top of my slit. She stopped. Then she licked me again the same way. It felt wonderful. But then she stopped and didn't restart. 

Of course I wanted more.

"Keep going, Sam."

"Uh uh, if you want it blondie, you have to come down here and take it."

"Oh, gotcha." I gently lowered myself until my mound just pressed against her mouth.

"Okay, um, go?" I asked. I had no idea what the proper request was.

Sam didn't seem to need it. Her tongue snaked out and twirled several times around my entrance in a circle then slid upwards to toy at my clit for a minute.

It felt wonderful. Right up until she stopped again.

"Go again." But Sam didn't move. "Please?" I tried, figuring it was the universal magic word.

Wrong.

Sam's answer was to gently swat one of my butt cheeks with the flat of her palm. It made a crack that sounded way worse than it felt. If anything, the sudden noise made me jump more than the contact. The last time I'd been spanked I was six years old 

My surprised jump ended up grinding my crotch into Sam's face. Evidently, that was her plan because she went back to licking my goodies expertly.

But she stopped again. Maddening.

"More," I whispered. She swatted my other butt cheek, just a bit harder. I humped into her face and her nimble tongue worked smoothly at my button. Again she stopped.

"More," I said, louder this time. Sam's next swat was firmer still. Nearly a full spank. I ground myself into her face and she groaned hungrily as she worked on me from below.

"Jesus, keep going Sam, please don't stop, just keep going." 

I felt her nod between my legs and her tongue went wild on me. And then she gave me a full-on spank, one serious whack to my butt. I hunched downward viciously into her face but she didn't object. If anything, she was enjoying it too. She was panting. And not just from her efforts. This was turning her on.

I glanced back over my shoulder and saw that her free hand was between her own legs, cupping and rubbing herself steadily.

It finally dawned on me that this was what Sam had meant by "mix." She was dominating me and submitting to me at the same time. I was taking her and being taken. Giving and giving in. 

Brilliant. Perverse. Awesome.

I stopped thinking about it when she spanked me again. I let my forehead rest on the cool brass top tube of her headboard and just let myself go. 

With licks and spanks and nuzzles, she steered me into a perfect rhythm until I was riding her face like a jockey, sweating and clutching at the brass tubes of her bed so tightly my knuckles went white. Grinding myself down into my lover beneath me. Hoping to hell that if she couldn't breath she'd let me know.

Whoa. This was new. This was fantastic. And this was hot. 

She spanked harder. I hunched harder. She licked harder. 

It was a perfect cycle. One that kept repeating. It could only end one way.

Eventually, my legs started shaking and my breathing dissolved into ragged panting. Fuck, this was going to be good. Sam's tongue was everywhere at the same time. Teasing my entrance, battering my clit. She even sucked my lips into her mouth and gently dragged her teeth down them wickedly. 

Everything got even better when she stopped spanking me and started rubbing my ass instead. She caressed each of my battered buns in turn, rubbing in circles and switching from one cheek to the next. Her gentle strokes on my tenderized skin felt insane. 

With her other hand, Sam was now openly masturbating. I could hear soft wet squelching sounds behind me and hips were shifting around on the bed.

Holy crap. This. Her. The whole thing. It was instantly addictive. She was the only one who could do this for me. I knew I could never leave Sam. I was hooked.

And I was cumming. Big. As the orgasm rushed in, I gripped her headboard for dear life with one hand. With the other I reached down and twisted my fingers into Samantha's chocolate silk hair. I used that grip to pull her face into me as I peaked. 

She gasped in surprise but didn't fight. Her tongue kept drilling in and out of me as I shuddered and heaved above her.

When it was finally over, I let her head back down and looked down at her. Her face was wet from nose to chin with my juices.

"Wow," we both said at the same time and shared an amazed giggle at what we'd done.

"You okay down there, Sammie?"

"Are you kidding? I totally got off again too."

"I was a little worried you couldn't breathe."

"Meh, I was having trouble here and there since your bald little cookie really started pounding me in the nose. But even the lack of oxygen was hot. It made me a little dizzy though. Mind if we just lay here for a bit?"

"Nope," I unstraddled her face and laid down carefully on my side next to her, feeling my bum ache again from her spanking. "My butt's a little sore. I may have some creative explaining to do if you left bruises that my parents notice."

"Nah, you'll be fine. There's an art to spanking and I was careful. No bruises, I promise. Maybe a little redness tomorrow but no bruises."

"So where do you go to learn to be an expert spanker?"

"Amsterdam," she deadpanned.

"Oh. Right. Okay." I blinked several times. "Well, personally, I'm focusing on getting really good at cuddling right now. How am I doing?" I clutched her tighter.

Sam chuckled. "Perfect." She turned her back to me and wriggled her ass into my groin, until we were perfectly spooned.

We both soaked in the afterglow of good sex. I was just beginning to get interested in more play time when Samantha scooted away and patted the bed between us.

"Roll on your belly for me, chickie? Assuming you can even manage it with those jumbo hooters in your way."

"Har har." I rolled onto my stomach and looked back at Sam. My butt was still tender. "No more spanking right?"

"No more spanking, I promise. This'll be way gentler. But it will feel better now because of the spanking earlier. You'll see, my love."

Sam straddled me then wiggled her way up my body until she was just below my butt. I felt the bed shift slightly, then I felt her long soft hair fall onto my back. She inched it downwards, dragging it along my spine. She moved up and did it again. And again. 

It was like being brushed with silk.

"Oooh, Sam, this is nice. Hey, I think geishas do this in—wait, you didn't go to Japan to learn how to do this too did you?"

"No, that would be crazy." She finished dragging her glorious hair down my back and then gently flipped it up to my shoulders again. "Not when there are geishas here to learn from."

"Oh. Sure. That makes sense." I tried to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. My girlfriend knew geishas? My curiosity won out. "Sam, honey, were you like a friend or a customer or a—"

"Student. And friend," Samantha paused to kiss the back of my neck, "and customer. Relax, sweetie, she's long gone now. Went back to Japan. Kind of a shame really, Yumi would have really liked you."

"Yumi? Uh, Sam how do you even—" 

"Shhh, you're thinking too much again. Take a deep breath when my hair hits the top of your back and exhale while it sweeps down to your hips. Ready?"

"Okay, fine." 

I did like she said. I breathed. She stroked me with her hair. And over the next ten minutes or so, I melted into her bed.

"Heather?"

"Wah?" I said dumbly, lost in the rhythm of her gentle sweeping.

"Ready to feel something neat?"

"Uh huh," I said dumbly again.

"Good girl. "

I felt her shift down until she was straddling just above me knees. Then I felt her hair just barely begin to brush back and forth across my ass this time. The same raw skin she'd spanked earlier. It was crazy sensitive and the feeling was crazy -- like I could distinguish each and every tip of her hair.

"Oh, Sammie," I moaned into the bedspread.

"I know, sweetie, I know," she murmured. She kept slowly swinging her hair back and forth across my ass. So soft, so sensual, so raw.

She did this for several minutes.

"Heather, honey, ready for more loving?"

"Muh huh," I groaned. I was under Sam's spell again.

One of her little warm hands slid up the inside of my thigh and I felt a finger tease at my entrance. "Would this be okay, girlie?"

"Mmmhmmm, please Sam." It was sweet of her to ask for permission. Sweeter to know just what I needed right then.

"Good. You're pretty excited already, love. You might even be ready to, hmmmm, have you ever had someone...?"

Samantha didn't need to finish her question, her finger finished it for her. As god is my witness, she gently eased it inside of me and then tapped directly on my g-spot without searching or fumbling. She just went right to it. Like she'd looked at a map beforehand. 

My breath caught in my chest when she tapped my sensitive bump with her fingertip. 

"Yeah," I whispered. "I've had it before. And it would be absolutely perfect right now, Sam."

"That's kinda what I was hoping."

Samantha went back to slowly dragging her hair back and forth across my tender ass. Each time her hair brushed across my crack, she gently toyed with the magical knot inside me, sending tingles down my legs. Sam was proving that she knew my body even better than I did. 

"Sam? You're going to be. Doing this. A lot more. Okay?" I barely eked out that last thought. 

Things were starting to feel fuzzy, my brain was shutting down. 

"You'll get this anytime you want honey." She paused to kiss the small of my back then went back to her swishing her hair across my butt. 

I'm not sure why, but I started thinking back to the way Sam had touched me the first time in the dressing room. I remembered how insane what she did to me was. How hard she'd made me cum that first time. And I remembered wondering what she would be able to do to me if she ever got me into a bed.

I was face-down on her bed and getting my answer now.

It started small. The orgasm. Just a tiny warm spot. But I could feel it ballooning in my belly. Bigger. And bigger. A twisting and swirling heat. Soon it was warming my entire middle. And still growing

"Uh, Sammie," I mewled, fighting off the front edge of panic. 

"It's okay, honey. Let it build up." Her words and voice were soothing in the same way they were in the dressing room.

But her fingers weren't. Fingers, plural. She had just slipped a second one of her tiny fingers inside me and was playing my g-spot with both of them, like piano keys. That was new. 

My body responded. The thing inside me, the expanding orgasm that I was worried about, it started throbbing.

I shook my head on the pillow, "Hold on... Sammie... wait... don't think I can..."

"Sure you can, lover."

"...uh uh... too hot... and tingly... inside... scary... need to..." 

I moved my hand down to slip it under my hip. If I could just touch myself for a second, I could make myself cum. I could make it stop. I could get off this ride and it would still feel spectacular.

But I never touched myself because Sam tugged my arm away and held it firmly to the bed. 

"No no no no, honey," she said softly. She placed her knee on my other hand, pinning it to the bed too.

I was trapped beneath her. Literally trapped. At her mercy.

I should have been scared. I wasn't. My mounting fears melted away as her voice, warm honey, poured over me while she pleasured me way past where I'd ever been before. "You don't want to stop yet, lover. You can keep going. Your beautiful body can keep going. In fact, it wants to keep going. I can tell, I promise. Don't be scared. It's going to feel so good soon."




Peaches and Honey



She kept swinging her hair across my tender asscheeks. She kept twiddling my insides just right. She kept telling me how good it was going to feel. How beautiful I looked. That I just needed to keep going. That I needed to trust her.

"oh... god ...sam..." I whimpered. I could barely breathe. I had no energy to breathe. It was all flowing into the monstrous orgasm that was now raging in my middle.

Too big. Too hot. Things were getting fuzzy. I couldn't see right anymore. 

Her voice kept coming. Soothing. Urging. Cheering my body on. "Almost there now, my sweet beautiful little girl. Almost there. You're going somewhere new. Somewhere wonderful."

"...s...a...m..." I don't know if I whispered it or just thought it. I couldn't tell anymore.

That's when the first spasms started. I felt my insides lock down, gripping onto Samantha's fingers. These weren't the funny little flutters that a regular orgasm brings. My insides freaked out -- clutching and sucking and chewing at Sam's little fingers.  

And they were just the first spasms.

I managed to get a quick breath before the actual climax struck, like the panicked gasp before someone pushed me underwater suddenly.

Then it -- all of it, all of me -- came out. At once. The largest orgasm I'd ever had in my life burned its way free and lit my body on fire on its way out. Fingers to nose and nipples to toes, I was one giant teenage bonfire of pleasure.

In a detached kind of way, I remember hearing screaming. And then everything got really, really wet all of a sudden.

The fuzzy things I was sort of seeing earlier? They became black things. Then everything went black and my head felt really, really heavy. 

I passed out. Way out.

I'll always remember that night as the one that Sam made me cum so hard that she knocked me unconscious. 

When I woke up, I was on my back. Sam was sleeping next to me with one of her hands holding mine. Her other one loosely held one my breasts, like she'd fallen asleep while feeling me up. It made me smile. She really did like my body. 

I looked at her closer. It seemed impossible, but Samantha was even prettier when she slept. Her tiny lips were pressed together. Her little nostrils flared just a bit as her chest rose and fell. Some of her dark hair curled softly around her chin.

I watched her eyes slide open then she smiled sleepily at me, "More?" 

"No sweetie, no more. Not tonight anyway. You win."

"Snuggle then?"

"Yeah," I lifted an arm and she curled in next to me, resting her head on my shoulder. She pressed her nose into my neck and sighed contentedly. 

"Sam? That thing you did... it was awesome. With your hair and your fingers."

"Thanks, love. It felt good to make you feel that good. To see you just let go and trust me with your body like that."

"I trust you Sam. But that was pretty freaky for me and it's what you called a seven? Will you be okay, I mean, will you still be satisfied, if I never get up to the really crazy stuff? Like Great Dane or poop stuff?"

She laughed into my shoulder. "Sure, honey." She wriggled herself against me tighter. "But if you ever change your mind and just get a little bit curious. If you ever want to try anything, anything at all. I'll be there for you then too." 

"Heh, cool." 

"Sam, are we going to do more sex stuff when we wake up in the morning?"

"Yep."

"You going to make me pass out again?"

"I sure plan on trying."

"I was hoping you'd say that." I slipped my leg between hers and sighed, then said it -- the thing I'd wanted to say for a long time now, "I love you, Sam."

She laughed softly again. "I was hoping you'd say that."

*~*~*~ Part 5 ~*~*~*

Right from that first night, Sam and I had no boundaries. No limits. No awkwardness. We never would.

The whole weekend, we went back and forth pleasing each other for a really, really long time. We stopped for naps and snacks and cuddling and bathroom breaks and tender talks.

What we did not stop for was a shower. Sam refused. 

The funkier, the sweatier, the nastier, the more pungent and the more sticky we got, the hotter she got. The hotter I got. It was some kind of crazy, circular girl pheromone thing. It was also another example of how Sam taught me not to be ashamed of my body. Girls get funky. So what? Nothing to be embarrassed about.

When we finally did shower late Sunday afternoon, we did it together, using half a bottle of body wash and lathering each other until we were covered in suds. 

That's when I did the naughtiest thing to her that I'd done all weekend. I bent her over in the shower, fell to my knees in front of her, and pressed my mouth into now raw folks. I trapped her little button between my lips and eased my right thumb gently inside her and then, something new. 

I slipped my first finger so, so gently into her tiny little backdoor. I lapped at her clite while I stroked my two fingers against each other.

Presto. Samantha shuddered and took me up on my request from the beginning to show me what she liked. 

She looked down at me with a bit of embarrassment as she guided a second one of my fingers into her ass to join my first. She nodded and moaned out loud when I started moving them both in and out.

Samantha went crazy. I wasn't afraid of some gentle backdoor attention but this was something different. Sam was into butt stuff. It was like I'd thrown some kind of switch inside her. Her whole little body started humming. 

My girlfriend twisted both of her hands into my hair and came in about two minutes, moaning and vibrating nonstop. 

I had to help her sit down in the shower so she wouldn't fall over and hurt herself on the slippery tile. I held her tight and rocked us together under the hot water.

"I, uh, liked that," she admitted into my neck as we rocked.

"Yeah, I kinda noticed." I rubbed her back tenderly.

"I'm in love with you, blondie."

It was my turn to laugh. "I kinda noticed that too."

*~*~*~ Part 6 ~*~*~*

I still think about my last girlfriend sometimes. About what we had together. I wish things hadn't ended the way they did. But if Berry and I hadn't broken up, I never would have met Samantha. 

Sam says that everyone carries some of their past along with them. That it's what makes them, them. The trick is carrying just enough around without carrying too much. It's an awfully hard trick to master. I think Sam is right though. She knows a thing or two about it.

I know that I'm not Bubblegum anymore. I'm Peaches now. And Samantha, my sad, beautiful, slightly-broken little dancer is my sweet, dark honey.

Peaches and Honey. I wouldn't have it any other way. 

*~*~*~ *~*~*

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