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A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 01

By: AVixenLiterally



This is a flight of fantasy; completely fictitious. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us my apologies.



Since this is the beginning I thought I would begin with a confession of sorts. What follows is a true story. Wry smile. I should know since it happened to me. I admit to being embarrassed, at first, about it all. However, another, once deeply hidden part of me is both thrilled and relieved that I'm being allowed to get all this out in public, in a manner of speaking.

This is not bragging. It's not a lie. It's just me recounting a description of myself, my life, my work and the like. I'm 47, rather average height, quite fit, thanks to a vigorous workout regime devised by a she-devil named Lissy. I keep my jet black hair at shoulder length. I get pampered at a salon every week. The regimen varies. They set the schedule; I show up when I'm in town – if not, one of my assistants calls to cancel. I have a personal shopper; my measurements, likes and dislikes are kept. When they come across something I'll like, it's sent to my place. A decorated decorator (I apologize) keeps my house well appointed. When home my personal chef prepares meals that are healthy, tasty, and nearly always for one. The curious will want to know: 34C, 25, 36, brown eyes, and a landing strip.

The glass ceiling that's often talked about? I didn't break it. I left it shattered in a zillion pieces. Blew through undergrad in 3 yrs, dean's list, summa cum blah blah. I did grad school in 18 months while holding down a full-time job – a breeze. You'd recognize the name of the school; it's always listed in magazine articles that rank schools. The starting salary of my first job was $60,000. Yes, that was a lot in those days. I'm highly placed in a very big international conglomerate. As it's listed I can't name it; there are risks. I'm very well paid these days, with perks: performance bonuses, restricted shares, stock options, car and driver allowances, membership in my health club, and generous vacation time.

You're jealous? I'm sorry darling. That saying, "It ain't bragging if you can do it." I did and I'm not. 

I'm gay. I knew it from an early age; had my first serious lover in high school. At that early age it was rather innocent and wonderful until I had to leave for college. She threatened to kill herself if I left. I told her that was absolutely ridiculous. I had to go and she would survive and, in time, find someone else. College? I was busy with classes. Men; ah yes, men. My distance was met with derision and more. They took to spreading rumors that I was a lesbian. I smiled – rather, we smiled. Michelle was on the lacrosse team; she and I were roommates. That was convenient, though tongues did waggle when we moved in together off campus. She discovered a trait (uncovered might be more accurate) that remained dormant for decades after I moved on to grad school and work. That trait is part and parcel of this tale.

Even Cinderella didn't get everything she wanted. There's little time for relationships. Yes, you're right. If I'd wanted to make time I could. It would simply be impossible for me to use an executive dating service. I've yet to hear of one that's above board. Here's my little secret: Once a year I go to an island. No, I won't tell you the direction or any other detail. The only details I'll share are these: it's exclusive, it's for women only, and you have to be recommended and/or invited. You can't bring anyone with you. There are no cameras allowed. They even frown upon the use of phones for obvious reasons. Printed instructions in every room very clearly state that if you must use your phone for business do so from your room. If you're getting the idea of the amount of effort that this resort expends to protect their visitors – good. For two weeks I get to be me: slinky, sexy, decadent, needy, greedy, completely, wantonly me. I came home, tamped it all down, and got back to work. I'm sure a few eyebrows are raised (behind my back) at my tan and my rather liquid, languid strides. Yes, ladies, you damn well know what I mean. 

I have a P.A. and an intern. Both are women. In this day and age of P.C. no one would dare say a word out loud. This is me smirking. Every single one of my interns has been a young, ambitious, bright woman from one of the many four year schools in the city where I live and work. There are several others in the metropolitan area. I am flooded with resumes every year that are passed to my P.A. who is tasked with doing due diligence, etc. I'm sure you'll smirk at the coincidence that my P.A. is gay as well. Yes, we were lovers. Yes, I'm completely impossible to have a meaningful relationship with. I know that. Even when she travelled with me it didn't stem the growing distance between us. She's exactly what I need as a P.A., smart as a whip, can't be intimidated – um, even by me, and knows what I need and does it, often without being asked. Think female 'Radar' on M.A.S.H. She's genuinely happy in a very loving, relationship with a very lovely woman her own age. It makes my heart soar to see two humans so in love. I'm very jealous.

Every intern spends a semester. Linda, my P.A., knows the qualifications I require. Yes, they have to be lesbian. No, Linda doesn't have to find out first hand. I trust her gaydar. Truth? Most of them can't wait to get away from me and work elsewhere. I admit it's not in my nature to be a bitch but my work requires me to be a stern taskmistress. I do heed the adage: Praise in public, reprimand in private. Linda keeps a box of Kleenex on her desk for those who need it after a visit to 'The Bitch's Dungeon.' Our work requires precision; inaccuracy is not well received by those above me. It's also hazardous to our stock which hurts us all. Long story short: If you can make it here ... well, you know the rest. 

The current intern began in October; her term runs 6 months. Sheri is from a small town in western Pennsylvania. She was valedictorian, played and lettered in several sports, plays softball in college, and carries a double major - Economics and International Business. How she finds time to intern I have no idea; not my problem. She's a leggy, 5-10 blonde, green eyed, full lips, a slender yet lush figure. She dresses well, which is a job requirement. Linda makes it clear to intern candidates that skirts are preferred though not mandated.

"Okay Julia, enough of your little 'saga.' Get the real story started."

"Yes Ma'am."

I was leading a rather large gathering from different divisions in the company. We had settled on Dallas because it was a major destination for most cities here in the US and easily accessible for those from other countries. Linda and Sheri were primarily tasked with putting the details together after I had handed them an outline of what the theme would be. The date proved to be a problem for Linda. She and her honey had scheduled a vacation several months ago. She practically begged me to allow her to keep her plans intact. I did feel obligated to allow her to do just that.

I asked her if she thought Sheri was up to the task of handling the conference for me. She thought for a bit and slowly, her head nodding, said, "Yes, I think so. She may resist with school and obligations inherent in that. But she may jump at the chance to 'run' the show for you."

Told you she was a smart cookie!! That was exactly what I had been thinking.

"Would you please bring her in here so I can discuss it with her?"

"Sure. Be right back."

While Linda is bringing Sheri to my office I'll share a few thoughts. I had my eye on this one. She is super hot. I mean, the girl could read the phone book and have me wet. I knew full well that Linda and her honey had planned a trip. I scheduled the conference with that in mind. I also knew Sheri couldn't pass up the chance to run it. I planned to take full advantage of the opportunity as well as full advantage of the young lady. I demurely bow in your general direction. AS IF.

"Julia we're both here."

"Good. Hi Sheri; how's the day going?"

"Frantically busy as always, Ms. Simpson, but I'm managing thanks."

"Mm hmm, I expect that you would. Please sit down."

Linda was already seated. Sheri took a seat next to her.

"Linda, how are preparations for the conference coming along? Everything going as planned?"

"Yes Julia. Sheri and I are getting everything in order. Rooms are booked. The hotel has faxed us details of the scheduled meals. Through the hotel, we've contracted with cab companies and such to get our people to hotel as needed, with an appropriate discount. Sheri, anything to add?"

"No, Linda, I think that covers it. Ms. Simpson, I'm sure there will be a last minute surprise or two, but as of now I think the two of us pretty much have it handled. One of us will let you know if there's anything you need to be apprised of."

"Very good, both of you – well done. Sheri, I'm going to need you to accompany me on this little trip. Our Linda has a long standing vacation planned. I confess I'd forgotten about it when the trip was planned. Now, I know you have a full class load at school and that demands a lot of your time beyond what you do here. I need to know if you can be free for the three days that this conference will take, keeping in mind that the last two days are a Saturday and Sunday."

Sheri paled then flushed. My hands were clasped on my desk. I used a thumb nail to dig into the skin of one finger to keep from letting my emotions show. I could nearly see her mind whirring through calculations. She sat very still through it all. This girl is really something. As her eyes were down I gave a quick glance to Linda; a small smile and a nod in reply.

Sheri cleared her throat, looked me in the eye, and, "Ms. Simpson, I may have to request a reschedule of a test or two but I'd very much like to accompany you. Thank you for asking; it's an honor." I know. I plan on enjoying every bit of you.

Nodding somberly, I said, "Well Sheri, do what you can. The decision has already been made to have Linda enjoy her time off. I hoped you'd be able to figure this out. I'm going to assume you're a go unless I hear otherwise. Thank you. Linda, could you stay behind for a minute please?" Taking her hint Sheri got up and left. 

"That went well Julia." I saw the glimmer. "You have plans for this one?"

"Yes. She's the first since you I've taken an interest in."

"She'll do it; she's too ambitious not to. She's driven, smart, and wants to work here for you – she's told me as much."

"Perfect. I'm sure I'll find a way to use that to my advantage. Anything else we need to discuss?"

"Nope. Things are good."

"Okay then, I have calls to make. Poke your head in if you need me for something. Please close the door on your way out."

Nodding, she stood and left.

Among the perks in my contract was a washroom in my office that comes in handy at a moment like this. I took my purse and opened the door, closed it behind me, and locked it. I unzipped my skirt and stepped out of it. My panties were sopping wet. I removed the vibe, sat down on the toilet, pushed aside the wet silk and went about getting rid of the ache that had been driving me crazy the last twenty minutes. My eyes closed. I saw her beneath me, writhing in her naked glory as I dragged yet another orgasm from her. Her fingers were in my hair as she held me to her scented essence. She bucked in her frenzy, desperate to prolong the waves of pleasure that had overwhelmed her. I called out her name as my own bliss rode in like a white hot, roiling bolt that had my clit pulsing and my stomach clenching. It tore through me quickly and left me a desperate, breathless, smiling mess. I let myself settle before trying to stand. There is a little drawer in the sink. After splashing some cold water on my face, running my fingers through my hair, and using a wash cloth to clean up a bit, I reached in for a fresh pair of panties, put them on, slid my skirt up, zipped it, winked at the vixen in the mirror, and left.

The rest of the day was business as usual - phone calls, emails, meetings, meetings, and more meetings. I do my very best to keep the meetings to a minimum. Staff knows not to call a meeting without very good reason. My higher ups haven't yet come round to my way of thinking. Men seem to thrive on the camaraderie of them. I think they're idiots. There's more time spent talking about this game, this trade, this golf score, then they go out to lunch and talk about it some more. When I'm CEO ... even I admit that's not likely. I already know what my next promotion would be and I'm not sure I'll accept it.

So the days came off the calendar and the conference drew closer. Updates from Linda confirmed that, yes, Sheri is able to go. Yes, things are moving along as planned. Yes, we have adjoining suites. I have to check on the important things.

Linda and Kat actually left for their vacation the weekend before our conference began. I knew that. I'd planned it. That gave me extra time alone with Sheri. I kept things absolutely, positively professional. I never gave her reason to be suspicious. She was too busy to have any idea what I had planned. I made sure of it. She had both her work and Linda's to tend to and she knew that I expected excellence. She kept nose to said grindstone and got everything that was tasked to her complete. I handed her the plane ticket the morning (Thursday) we were scheduled to leave. What she didn't know was that the first class ticket in her hand would have her sit next to me. 

Having miles gave me access to the airline's special 'Club' section in the airport. I took advantage and sent several emails, made a few calls, had a chardonnay, then headed to the gate. Security? Do I really need to go there? I breezed through and headed to the gate. Oh my god! I saw J.D. Robb's latest: "New York to Dallas" and detoured to buy it. It was only a two hour flight but there might be some downtime during my time in Dallas. Downtime? I crack myself up.

I got to the gate thirty five minutes before departure. My pr ... Sheri was already there, working her phone, messaging, emailing, texting, god only knows. I stood and stared for a moment. Yum. I made my way to where she sat – head down, busy doing intern things. In a soft, cool voice I said, "You really aren't required to spend every minute on business."

With a start, she looked up. She blushed delic ... furiously and, "Sorry Ms. Simpson, I'm chatting with classmates about assignments and the like. Looking left and right, she cleared some things and asked, "Please, take a seat." The smile was dazzling.

"I'm guessing this is your first business trip, Sheri. Does your softball team travel much?"

"Yes Ma'am." Her hand went to her mouth. "Oh my god; I'm so sorry. Yes Ms. Simpson." Cha ching!

I took her cool hand in mine and patted it softly. "No reason to apologize Sheri. I am quite a bit older. (Soft smile) If I were you I'm sure I would have extended the same courtesy you did." Her hands were soft; I realized she had a delicate yet rather large hand and that she didn't pull her hand away from my touch.

After releasing her hand, I purred, "Have you checked in? Where's your seat Sheri?"

"I ... umm ... Ms. Simpson, the counter attendant told me I was in first class. I was surprised."

"I think our travel department may have put us next to each other. I'm in 2D."

She reached into her purse – her eyes widened. "Oh my goodness, I'm in 2F." Those wide green eyes met mine. "I never ... I mean, I don't usually ... umm ... oh god, this is wonderful." The net tightened!

"It will be great; a quick hop to Dallas, then to the hotel, dinner, and it all begins tomorrow morning." My best smile.

She simply stared in disbelief. One word: putty.

What Sheri couldn't know was that our travel department booked me in business class. She'd been booked in coach. The state of airline travel meant I was upgraded to first class, naturally, on the piddling little regional jet. I used my own miles to have Sheri upgraded. All in the name of the moth being drawn closer to her flame. The flight was called. I got to board before Sheri did but she found her seat next to me in short order. We settled in. Once the riff raff had been seated and the doors closed the flight attendant came around to take drink orders.

"Sheri, what will you have?"

"Oh just a coke Ms. Simpson."

"Nonsense darling. It's a business trip, but even business trips allow for some free time. Miss, two chardonnays please."

"But Ms. Simpson, I don't ..." I cut her off.

"Julia."

"Excuse me."

"My name is Julia, Sheri. If we're going to be on a two and a half hour flight and spending two and a half days doing this conference, when it's just you and I, I'm Julia." Brilliant smile. 

I swear the green eyes clouded over in confusion.

"Okay Ms. Simp ... umm, Julia. Thank you. I'm not sure it won't take me a while to get used to using your name." 

Inside voice. I know darling. I'm counting on that and plan to use it to my advantage.

The attendant brought our wine. I smiled brightly and clinked glasses.

"May this be a liftoff of sorts for your career, Sheri." My god, she blushed fabulously.

Once airborne and settled at our cruising altitude the attendant brought menus. Sheri's eyes moved over it, turned the page over again and again, and had a rather wide eyed look.

"Ms.  Umm, Julia, what should I order?"

"No biggie kiddo; we'll get in about 9. If you're hungry we can grab a snack in the hotel. Otherwise have an entrée. There are several to choose from. See anything you like?" I apologize; it was there – I had to.

"I suppose this chicken thing looks okay. I have to watch calories and all."

"I've had it once before on this airline; it's reasonably good. Good choice dear." Hand patted.

"Julia ... oh my god, I can't get used to calling you that ... am I up to handling this? Tell me the truth, please."

"Sheri, know this. If Linda didn't think you could handle it, she would have cancelled her vacation. If I didn't think you could handle it, I would have found someone else. You're my intern for the semester. You've proven yourself to be a hard worker, you've stayed on task, and every assignment has been completed well and on time. Now answer me this – do you have the same sort of insecurity in your softball setting?"

Her eyes lit brightly. "Oh my god no. I'm captain of the team, I'm the catcher, so I have 8 pairs of eyes on me with every pitch. I love it. No, not at all. Thank you so much Julia – really." Hook in mouth, catch snagged!

Dinner orders were taken. I turned to my book after having another glass of wine poured. Note: The attendant was just diligent enough for me to take notice. I finally noticed her lingering gaze as she wandered the aisles. One of us? I mused – Was she aware of the delicate dance I was engaging with Sheri?

Dinner was served. Her name tag said Veronica. Her hand brushed mine ever so lightly as she put my tray on the ledge. She caught my glance and I caught the glimmer. Was it interest or awareness?

I fawned over my intern. "How's your dinner dear?" "Do you care for more wine?' "Do you need a blanket?" yada yada. She did take the blanket, curled beneath it, leaned back in the seat, and was gone in a blink. Probably the wine. I snuck some not so furtive glances her way as she dozed. My god she's more beautiful than I'd had time to notice – thick, full lashes, cute little hoops in her ears, very little makeup, a sleek, smooth neck, fabulously feminine. Yum!

Veronica saw her sleeping and leaned over me to take her tray and glass. She made sure to give me a close up of her ample bosom. I was able to get a whiff of her rather exotic, enticing scent as well. No, not that one! The only lavatory was in the rear of the airplane; otherwise I may have been tempted. I really did, for a moment, think she might lean in give me a kiss.


A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 01



Sheri must have felt the plane begin its descent. That sudden start coming out of sleep; the realization you're not in familiar territory and the like. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "It's okay baby, you're on an airplane and we've begun our descent into Dallas. Did you sleep well?"

Stifling a yawn, she said, "I can't even believe I fell asleep. I'm sorry to be so rude Ms. S ... Julia."

I kissed her cheek softly – no reaction. "Not to worry. You've been so very busy with Linda gone and finishing up details for the conference. A little refreshing nap is good." Soft smile.

Rubbing her eyes, she came around and realized the tray had been taken away. "Ver...our flight attendant took it away as you slept. No need for you to be uncomfortable." She nodded, still groggy.

"Darling, how are you getting to the hotel? Cab, or did you arrange for a service?"

"Oh Julia I'll just cab it ... don't worry about me." Julia! Yes!

"I won't hear of it Sheri. My contract calls for a service to take me around. I simply insist you join me. It'll be better to share the ride and quicker as well. Plus, nothing added to the company tab."

Stunned and speechless she just stared, as I had known she would.  Eyebrow raised; any doubts?

It took every bit of discipline not to lean in and kiss her, much as I wanted to.

We landed, deplaned, collected luggage, and walked outside to the waiting limousine and headed to the hotel. Linda and I had chosen a hotel not too far from the airport – no reason to have that many people travel too far. The cab ride was only 15 minutes. I signed the chit, the doorman opened the door, tipped his cap as we climbed out, and we made our way inside to reservations. My 'Preferred Guest' status had me upgraded to my usual suite. I presented my business credit card and told the pleasant young woman to put Sheri's room on my tab. Our plastic 'keys' were handed over, I gave Sheri hers. A cool "Thank you" and we turned to the elevators. Staff would, naturally, bring our bags to our rooms.

Through that whole process she'd had the oft-used 'deer in headlights' look. Alone in the elevator I said, brightly, "I do believe your room is next to mine Sheri. That's a nice coincidence." Her jaw dropped. "Once we are both settled I would like to invite you to the lounge for a drink if you'd join me. You may be tired."

"Umm, Ms ... Julia, I probably ought to be in bed early so I can be fresh for a last run through before everything starts. But yes, thank you, I think I'll join you and have a coke."

"Poor dear, you've so much to do. Don't extend yourself on my account; and yes, you're right, I must remember to get to sleep early as well. I need to be me for the opening remarks. I know everything will be perfect." I reached out and gave Sheri a quick hug. "I have every confidence in you." I pulled away quickly.

After my luggage had been brought in and unpacked I changed into a pair of comfy flats. I forced myself to wait for what I thought a suitable period and then knocked on the door that led to her room. It took a bit, but I heard the lock being undone from her side. The look on her face was absolutely precious. She hadn't changed out of her dress.

Brilliant smile, and, softly, "Darling, do you like your room?"

"Umm, yes, its fine thanks. I ... this door, I've never ... I mean, I'm not used to these sorts of things."

"There will be much to do and I'll want to check in with you before and after the day's events. Adjoining rooms lets us do just that without having to bother with the hallway. It's a very nice convenience. Are you ready to head downstairs?"

"Sure." I smiled, walked to my door, opened it and we walked the hall to the elevator. I knew she would, "Is this how you always travel, Julia?" 

I pushed the button and replied, "Sheri, I admit to being slightly spoiled. I guess one gets accustomed to certain things that others don't treat themselves to unless it's for some special occasion. I travel enough that airlines and hotels have me on whatever preferred status they call their programs. This I can tell you – it makes the drudge of travel a bit nicer. That room would have been Linda's had she been in your shoes." I let her ponder whatever the meaning on the quick ride.

We exited the elevator and I spied the lounge. Brazenly, I looped my arm through hers and we walked in, found a table in a dark corner and sat. A young slip of a thing came to take our order.

"My friend will have a Coke please, if you have it. I'll have a chardonnay. Please do be sure it's chilled. Oh, and please bring some little dish of munchies." After she left, "Hope you don't mind my ordering for you Sheri. You'd mentioned you didn't fancy anything much more than a Coke."

"Quite all right Julia. Thank you. I'm still reeling a bit from it all. When our softball team travels it's Motel 6 and the like. We have meals at some fast food place and sleep three to a room most times. Title IX may be in place but women's softball is hardly a revenue generator." The innocence on her lovely face was enchanting; her eyes were far away as she spoke.

"Well, kiddo, you'll be put through your paces the next few days. So relax and enjoy it while you can."

Drinks and munchies delivered. I took the time to chat away to find out a little more about my prey.

"Linda tells me you hope to work for me after you graduate. Is that correct?"

I thought the poor thing would faint. "Oh dear, I said that in a minute of candor. I don't mean to assume that I'd be offered a position. I'm just interning."

"Understood. You're not assuming, simply dreaming of what might be. You would like to stay if you could though, right?"

She said, firmly, "Oh yes! I've been online and done research on us." I smiled. "It's a multi-layered conglomerate with a host of career choices all over the world. Grad school after I've worked a bit, of course, and then keep busy and see where it all takes me." She turned to look at me. Her eyes blazed with youthful enthusiasm, "I hope you'd consider taking me on full time. I'd love to start my career under you." I swear to god that's how she said it.

I simply could not resist. I took her cool hand in mine and kissed it. "It's been a long time since I've been approached this way Sheri. Thank you for your candor. Frankly, it's refreshing. Linda gives you high marks and tells me there have been no complaints from others in the department about your work. We'll see how things go. I wouldn't think, though, that what you speak of is completely out of the question."

It happened so quickly even I was stunned: Sheri leaned in and kissed me, quick and light, but a kiss nonetheless. When what she'd done hit her she turned about 10 shades of red, picked up her glass, and sipped with a shaky hand. I thought for a second or two she might cry. 

I waited, watched as she collected herself, and said softly, "It's okay, Sheri. Actually, more than okay; it was sweet. I rather liked it." Aha! Just the faintest hint of a glimmer. Damn, Sheri was able to keep her face void of whatever it was her eyes had shown. It hung there between us; neither of us would speak of it. To dampen the mood I grabbed a handful of munchies, sipped my wine, and looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Her head remained down, hands in her lap, completely still, silent. I was absolutely not going to be the one to make the first move. The seconds thundered in my throbbing pussy. Next one to speak loses ... or was it wins? I allowed myself the smallest of smirks.

"Would you please kiss me?" The winner, by unanimous decision, and still champion!

Five words! That's all it was. Five damn, lousy, fucking words. How was I to know they would change my life forever?

Sheri turned to me, slid her hand to my cheek, and pressed those soft, full lips to mine. No mistaking the want in that kiss! Nope, Sheri certainly let me know she was giving and me receiving. I yielded, parting my lips for her tongue. Goddamn it, she made me wait for it too. She deepened the kiss first, tempting, teasing. BITCH! Finally it darted, drawing mine. How in the hell had someone her age learned to kiss this sweetly, this deliciously, this evilly? I thought of it for a few slow seconds and then gave myself over to it, relaxed into it, seduced in a blink. 

Michelle had uncovered it some 25 years ago. I'd never let it raise its head since. Every single conquest since had been just that – me taking. My plan was to wait, let tomorrow unfold, and then, after dinner, invite her to my room for a night cap; then take her completely and often. Those plans? Gone. How she knew, if she knew, I've absolutely no clue. Did she flip the switch or did I simply, in an unguarded moment, let it loose from its long dormant hiding place? 

Pandora has been set free; no turning back now.

Sheri finally turned me loose, and whispered, "Let's go upstairs Julia." Oh lord.

Thankfully, I think, we had company on the elevator. We exited and walked to corridor to, oh god, my room. I opened the door, held it for her, and locked it behind me when it closed. When I turned I found Sheri facing me, one leg cocked a bit in front of the other, arms crossed in front of her. Dominance! 

She appraised me coolly, then, "Undress for me Julia."

I paled then flushed completely. Katie had forgotten to bar the door and Sheri had blown it wide open.

I found myself unable to meet her eyes and began. Fumbled with the buttons and shrugged out of the blouse. Stepped out of the flats as I unbuckled, opened the snap and let the slacks fall. Sheri rather towered over me anyway. I now felt much smaller than my five feet, four inches. I undid the front clasp and set my breasts free; garters next, then the panties. Nude, exposed, but for the nylons, shivering, mortified as I felt my nipples tighten under her gaze. The roar in my ears and pussy were from the rage in my center.

I saw her feet in front of me. I lifted to meet her gaze. Sheri's eyes showed her victory.

"How very beautiful you are Julia. Undress me." 

I went behind her, unzipped the dress, and slid it off her shoulders. Sheri shrugged it past her hips and it fell, pooling around her feet. I could see the firmness that came from her athleticism. No mass, just firmness. I undid the clasp on her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders. My fingers slid inside the silk and rode the panties past her hips and pushed it the rest of the way. It lay atop the dress. (Deep breath) I came round to the front, knelt, lifted her foot, slid the shoe off, and repeated. Turned - five mortifying words. I stayed on my knee; after one more moment, I stood.

My god she's fabulous to look at. Youthful, firm breasts sat high and proud, topped by full, lush, taut nipples. Slender but not slight, lean and athletic. Legs that are long, thin, and firm. I imagined pleasuring myself with them for hours. A glance confirmed she is a natural blonde - a bit unusual for one her age. Sheri kept her sex trimmed close and neat. Was that ... oh my god, I think I saw the outline of a heart. When she finally spoke, it was husky, throaty, and soft.

"Well Julia, do you approve?" Please god; don't let my legs give out.

I finally brought my eyes up to hers to see them dusky and hot, blazing with lust.

"You are lovely beyond words Sheri. I can barely speak of it." She did have the good grace to flush.

"Thank you." She turned to the bed. "Shall we?" Mute, I nodded. I lay on my back; she slid gracefully next to me. We lay side by side, her leg between mine, and she gazed at my face while idly running her fingers through my hair. I watched her eyes while my brain whirred. This should have been me. It's me looking down on you, running my fingers through your hair, gazing into your eyes, beginning the dance, and, of course, leading. This? Never!

"Will you please make love to me?" Julia Ann Simpson!! You are 47 years old, degreed, one of a select few on the second tier in a multi-billion dollar a year business, with a cadre of employees working for you, terrified of you, you make one hell of a lot of money, live fabulously. What on earth ...

Sheri's kiss silenced the voice. I was swept up in it. I moaned into her mouth as she took me over. I wrapped my arms around her slender back, yielding to the demanding lips and tongue. She took me; I gave. I was so wet with need; I felt it pool between my lips and legs. One wrong – no, right – touch and I'd have exploded in a million pieces. She must have known; I felt her fingers take my nipple and pinch it. I arched off the bed, panting helplessly in the kiss. The pain was delicious and agonizing. Harder still; I opened my eyes. Sheri's were closed; her mouth held me captive. She laced her fingers in my hair/ My hands on her back could feel the strength in her as her smooth, lean muscles flexed. She finally eased from the kiss and nipped my lip. I gulped air as her mouth laved me, bathed me, teased me, kissed me, nipped me. I was a tense spring, coiled, waiting to be released. The energy of it coursed hot through me. The drops of saliva felt ice cold on my skin. She stopped. I opened my eyes to find Sheri's eyes peering intently. They spoke without words. I collapsed into the bed rather than relaxed. I was not to move, not to cum, nothing – until she set it loose.

When she spoke, it was whisper soft and it hammered me, "Are we having fun yet dearest?" Liquid.

I tried to find words. In my humiliation I stammered gibberish. She put her finger to my lips.

"Linda couldn't stop talking about you when she interviewed me. I knew at once you'd been lovers even though she never once spoke of it. I made up my mind that first day that you would be mine. That story about her vacation and all – it was all for show. I played it cool; I knew this was my time. I'd only had to wait for it, for you to give it to me - as I knew full well you would. You'd always wanted to be dominated. It took only the right person to give you the chance to be you." I cried. Every word cut at my soul because she had spoken the truth. I'd been made naked. She'd stripped me clean, peeled away the layers of what I'd kept buried for so long. There were tears of joy, of relief. She'd found me. I loved her for it.

Sheri licked the tears from me. I nearly came from the eroticism of it. She smiled. My god she's beautiful. Sweet, soft, and low, she said, "Now, Julia, we begin." Please save me!

Her mouth went to my breast and her nails scraped my belly as they trailed south. Every touch was lightning. My fists grabbed at the sheets. When her fingers reached my sodden lips she parted them and slowly dragged a finger ever so lightly – up, down, back again. Her mouth grabbed me like a newborn, suckling, pulling; it left me aching and weak. I pushed my feet into the bed, opened my legs to her, and thrust, begging for the touch I so desperately craved. You bitch!! She grazed ever so briefly with her wrist as she tortured me with her fingers. I love you!! I wanted her inside me. Sheri dipped into the wetness and used it to coat me. A wet tip tickled the winking rosebud. My hips pleaded with her to give me relief. Her tongue and lips gave me only more heat, more mind boggling pleasure, more frantic ache.

I screamed her name and pleaded. Sheri brought a scented finger and laid it on my lips to silence me. I bobbed my head, frantically trying to capture my silky self. All she allowed was a quick lick before returning me to her most erotic torture chamber. I could only whimper. I had been given my instructions and would follow. Finally, cool air on my nipple. She'd turned it loose. I felt her slip up to my ear, then that devil of a tongue lashed deep and hot as she whispered, "Ready for a little fun darlin''? I cried out my answer. 

Sheri climbed astride me; lifted my legs over her shoulders. Her eyes bore into me. What did she see there? She moved her wet center to mine; I groaned. Quick and hard and firm and slick and wet and oh my god it's coming ... I just closed my eyes as it exploded deep inside a place I know I'd never known existed. She rode me – us – to bliss. It hit me like a wall of pleasure. I tumbled in it, helpless, as if under a cresting ocean wave. Her youth allowed her to keep after me, and as fast as one had passed, another was upon me. It was all I could do to maintain breath, let alone consciousness. I felt her arms around me; she held me tight as she shuddered. Oh my god yes!! Oh yes, thank you. My joy; another one rolled in with it. I'd lost count. I felt Sheri tense as another hit her; panting gasps hot on my neck. Yet another screamed through me. I have no idea how she managed to stay astride me. A shiver, one last thrust, a sigh, and she fell, limp, against me. 

Greedy bitch that I am I wanted more. I was limp; a wet noodle. I didn't remember my arms going round her back but there they were, holding her to me. Historically I was not one of your multi orgasmic women. Scratch that off my freakin' bucket list. Whoa Momma!!

"Sweetie," I soothed.

Sheri bolted up. Her eyes would have killed me if they'd been daggers. Fury! What?

"Ma'am. In private, that is how you will refer to me. Do you understand Julia?"

"Yes.": Uh oh. Quickly, "Yes Ma'am."

The fire went away. Her kiss was soft and sweet. 

Sheri scorched me with her soft humor, "My, my, I think I found me a keeper. You're a hottie for a cougar, lady." Naked, again. I felt so at peace; my submissive self had been unleashed. I was free. 

"That was quite the ride ... Ma'am." Sheri smiled at the moments pause. "Please let me know if I'm impertinent, Ma'am; did you take your pleasure as well?"

Her eyes were bright as could be. She leaned down and pecked my nose. "Yes; quite." I sighed contentedly.

"I'll be staying the night with you. While I'm in the rest room, pour us both some cold water; ice if they have it." Sheri slid from the bed and padded to the bathroom. God what a glorious body.

I did as instructed. A smile crept to my lips as I poured and iced. I brought the glasses back – one on each nightstand. Sheri came from the bathroom and smiled when she saw the glass waiting. I rose to take my turn. Her voice stopped me.

"Julia, where are you going?"

"To the bathroom, Ma'am."

"Did you ask permission?"

My eyes widened in shock. "Ma'am, may I please use the restroom?"

"Yes of course."

I closed the door behind me. My God! What had I gotten myself into? Who is this woman? Had I made a mistake? I dropped my head to my hands. With a deep sigh, I finished, splashed cold water on my face and patted it dry with a towel. She stared back at me, her eyes soft in the afterglow of pleasure. Questions lurked behind them. Five curious words.

Sheri somehow sensed something from the length of my stay. As I came back I smiled at her. She patted the bed next to you. I noticed she'd moved a bit toward the center. And, she got right to it, "Second thoughts Julia?" 

"Ma'am, I have no idea how you knew but you did. You cut through the wall I'd carefully constructed and gave me life. You caught me off guard about asking for permission, that's all." Shrug.

"Well, that was honest. We won't even bother discussing whether you are a submissive. We both know you are. We do need to discuss the details of service to me. It's already after 10 p.m. Julia. Call down to the front desk and ask for a 6:30 wake up call." 

I did; it was taken care of.

"Are you tired?"

"Yes Ma'am, a bit." I wanted to ask but wasn't sure if I could or should. Apparently she could read my soul.

"I'm a bit tired as well. Turn off the light in my room and come to bed Julia." Test? I rose, turned out the light, checked to be sure the door was locked, and came back to find her stretched out on the bed. I stood, staring, drinking her in. Sheri's body was a thing of beauty. Her voice roused me from my reverie, "Like what you see? Then come and get some." 




A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 01



I slid in next to her and sighed. I pressed my lips to hers. Sheri stretched languidly; first her arms over her head, then spread wide at the shoulder, and slinked around to hold me. I felt it rather than saw it. In that moment I wanted to devour her whole. I settled for deepening the kiss. I could have sworn that she purred in contentment as my mouth moved to her neck. As I moved up toward her ear, she giggled and squirmed. Hmm. I filed that one away. I nuzzled her ear, gently, with my teeth as I breathed into her ear, "Ready? (tongue dart) "Set?" (tongue lap) My fingers slid to her sex; her legs opened to me and I slid two fingers into her depths. "GO!" (nip) 

Sheri screeched her pleasure as her back arched. I turned my hand to find her g-spot and pistoned my hand in and out of her. As urgent and quick as my fingers were, my mouth, lips and tongue roamed slowly. A kiss, a hot breath on a nipple, a nip, caressing with my lips – neck, ear, shoulder, arm, breast, valley, every and any inch of her was my playground. Her hand reached for me; I captured a finger in my mouth and fucked it. She moaned. My tongue swirled as I bobbed up and down on it. I took it deep in my mouth, licking the skin between her fingers. Eros was pleasuring her lover. I let it slip slowly from my mouth. Sheri's hand ran through my hair. She pulled my mouth to hers, murmuring through our kiss, "You're killing me bitch."

"You're welcome Ma'am" and dove for her nipple. My tongue swirled around its taut ridges. I licked the tip, raised up, and blew a thin stream of chilled air at it. A groan; her fingers pulled my mouth back to it. I licked, nipped, and darted. I moved to the scented skin beneath and kissed, licked and laved. She responded with a nearly impossible arch of her back.

I was everywhere. I slid my mouth south, my lips and tongue leaving chilled traces in their wake. I was still wreaking havoc between her lips with my fingers – both good and bad. Every single time I felt her tense as bliss neared, I slowed. I teased her pearl with my thumb then took it away. My lips loved the gentle slope of her hips. Sheri cursed; swore revenge; begged, and cried out, begging me for her orgasm. I slid around between her legs and took the pearl in my lips.

She threw her legs over my shoulders to make sure I wouldn't leave. I took her whole, sucked it into my warmth. I felt her let loose as it broke. She went board stiff. I saw her tummy clench – impressive. I peeked over her pubic bone to see her hands working her nipples feverishly. Sheri's head was thrown back and rocking side to side. It wasn't a cry; it wasn't a moan ... to this day I've yet to find the word for the noise she was making. Her walls grabbed my fingers in a tight, wet vise. Her clit pulsed as it blazed through her. Please baby, let me draw every last drop of it from you. My fingers and mouth switched places. I wanted desperately to catch some of the scented nectar that poured from her. The sudden change surprised her but she was too far gone in it. I curled my tongue and drove it into her, lapping. 

A blood-curdling scream, one last arch of her back and she crested. Sheri panted, spent. I didn't let loose of her nor did I keep up the assault. I nursed, kissed, caressed, bathed. The little twinkle was soaked. Her thighs trembled. I kissed and caressed. Her sex still pulsed with aftershocks. I kissed it lovingly, greedily lapped at all she offered, cleaning what was left with my tongue. The pearl had begun to hide. I kissed it as I began to come back to her; she twitched. I crawled north, my mouth loving my lover. Sheri pulled me up and held me still. In the valley I heard the drumbeat of her heart. She shivered from the cold; my small figure didn't begin to cover the length of her.

I lay still atop her. My fingers roamed – not to tease but to caress. I waited a bit longer for the drumbeat to ease into its normal rhythm and moved further. Sheri's eyes opened. I smiled and kissed her nose. The smile was wan. 

"You bitch you; I loved it. Goddamn."

"A sip of water Ma'am?" She nodded. I gently tilted her head as she drank. 

I put the glass down, grabbed the blankets, pulled them over us, and cuddled into her. I kissed her softly. Sheri's slow, rhythmic breathing told me she had slipped into sleep. I lay in the dark against her and wondered what tomorrow held. 



Author's Note: This is the first chapter of what wound up being a rather long story – much to my surprise. It's been suggested that it's too long for main stream publishers who tend not to favor first-time authors anyway. I write for my own pleasure (I enjoy it). I publish it here in the hopes it might entertain and, ideally, stir the imagination and/or emotions of one who reads it. Thank you for your votes. Your comments are always welcomed. 



A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 02







A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 02



"I don't want to get up either pet. But we have to." Damn! How? She kissed my nose. "Come on you, up, up, up."

I giggled madly. "Ma'am that was last night and we liked it." I laughed and winced; oh god I was so sore.

Sheri lifted her head. "What?"

"Ma'am I'm very sore after last night. Thank you."

Sheri blushed. God love her, she blushed! She bent and tenderly kissed my sex. "Momma will make it all better later pet." Gawd. I shivered; she licked; I squeaked. "Pet, it's your turn to order breakfast. I'm headed to the shower and then will make myself beautiful."

I simply had to -- I grabbed her face in my hands, locked eyes with he, and purred, "You are, already, very."

Sheri bent and kissed me, feather soft, baby sweet, and lay her head on my shoulder. I loved it so.

Moment over. Sheri jumped, in one motion, from the bed to her feet and headed to her room. I lay in our bed -- yes, our bed -- and let it all roll over me. I'm 47, an executive, single, lesbian, and submissive. Could I make all that work? One day in the books felt pretty damn good. "You'd better get going Ms. Executive or your Ma'am will kick your ass." EEK!

I got up, grabbed the menu, padded to the phone, and ordered for us both. 8 am delivery. To the shower!! I hummed as the hot water soaked me. I winced briefly as the wash cloth ran over my sore nether lips. The memory of it brought a smile. I ran a soapy finger between them and shivered. Maybe a quickie? My nipples and pussy told me yes. The sharp greens, flashing in my mind, told me no. I turned off the water, stepped out, and dried myself. I took a clean towel and cleared the mist from the mirror. The girl in the mirror looked back at me with the same soft, satisfied eyes she had yesterday. There was something more though; we both nodded and smiled knowingly. I began making myself beautiful for my adoring audience. Okay, I did laugh out loud at myself.

I was dressed and ready when Sheri came back at the knock on the door. When breakfast had been set out, the check signed, and we were finally alone I took a sip of coffee and looked at Sheri over the top of the cup. She was dressed in fabulous light blue dress with a thin black belt that emphasized her slender figure perfectly. I held the cup in my hand and sat back to look at her. The mocha eye shadow made the greens look even more spectacular. The liner made them look, impossibly, larger. She finally felt the heat of my gaze and looked up.

"You are spectacular Ma'am," softly but with feeling. She smiled warmly. "You should also know, as this breakfast shows, I am in fact a hash browns whore." Sheri choked a bit on the bite of eggs in her mouth as she coughed through a laugh. I waited to make sure she could breathe. "Sorry, Ma'am, I didn't mean to make you choke."

"Pet, I ought to redden your bottom for that one. I'll put in on your tab. However, that was very funny. Breakfast is delicious. I don't often have English muffins. I was ravenously hungry." I blushed.

We ate, chatting lightly about the day ahead. Personally, I wanted it to be night; oh well. My main duty today was to "chair" the round table discussion and question and answer session just after lunch. Opening and closing remarks were brief. Sheri told me that she had moved us to a corner and put guard ropes around the table, giving me access to the stage, but making it harder for others to get to me. I didn't want to be inaccessible, mind you, but that was ridiculous yesterday.

It was time to head downstairs. A last sip of coffee and I stood. Sheri moved to me, bent, and kissed me warmly, her arms circling me. Oh god, not again. I melted; she deepened the kiss. When Sheri finally lifted from me, I slumped against her. "None of that pet!! Every executive needs a little motivation for her day. That was yours." We headed to the elevator, then to the gathering.

Notebook in hand I strode to the podium. The room had a low buzz as people were still chattering. The usual suspects were, naturally, straggling in. I waited for the room to quiet. When it didn't I tapped the microphone. The room went quiet. I smiled brightly. Silence was not only golden, it was deafening. I smiled and said, "Good morning everyone!! How are we all?" Smiles, buzzing, murmurs. "Before I begin my remarks I have a personal note this morning." A quick glance; Sheri paled. "I wanted to thank so many of you who were so kind and generous with your compliments yesterday. It was very much appreciated. However, this is a team effort." I paused again, my eyes sweeping the room. "Each and every one of you is responsible, individually and collectively, for the success the company enjoyed last year. I get the accolades and," with a self-effacing grin, "the big checks." A collective laugh; a few heads nodded. "However, your efforts do not go unnoticed. Today I'm announcing, and I know it's a surprise to everyone in the room, that your Board of Directors has authorized a 10 per cent bonus for each and every salaried employee worldwide." There was a moment of silence as it sank in; then thunderous applause and cheers.

"I will now read a letter from C.E.O. Robert Wood. 'Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I bring greetings from your Board of Directors and the Executive Board. We celebrated near record results in another difficult year. We had held back some raises and bonuses during these unsettling times. In recompense and with gratitude for your diligence, your hard work, and our successful, profitable year, the Board has authorized the bonus that Ms. Simpson has told you about this morning. Please accept our thanks, our praise, and our best wishes.'" I looked up and smiled. The room erupted. People stood and cheered, they hugged each other, they high-fived. It was wonderful. I walked from the podium to our table. Sheri stood and hugged me. I kissed her, on the lips, in front of God and everybody.

I sat down. I glanced at Sheri. She was white as a ghost. She never looked at me, but in a low voice, hissed, "What the fuck did you just do?"

"Ma'am, I bade our audience a good morning, announced a very surprising bonus, read a stirring, congratulatory letter from the C.E.O., and gave my lover and Mistress a kiss." Silence. The speaker was speaking; there was a low buzz. I gazed at the podium and out over the room. No one would meet my eye. I was more at peace than I had been in decades.

I took my notepad, scribbling gibberish, and continued, "I am officially out Sheri. For way too long I've kept this part of me secret. Now, today, I've acknowledged my Mistress, my lover, and ... me. Thank you. You helped set me free." I took a sip of my coffee and snuck a glance. Sheri was writing furiously on her notepad -- and crying. I made a fuss over a dropped napkin and bent to pick it up. As I did I grabbed her thigh. When I sat up I slid my chair a bit closer. Raising the coffee cup to my lips, I murmured, "Please give me your hand Ma'am." She did. I squeezed it.

The dull, fabulous morning droned on. Lunch was served. Sheri barely touched hers. I wolfed down the disgusting chicken and rice. The "barrier" Sheri had put in place was hardly needed today. I smiled at the hypocrisy of it. I knew what I was doing every minute of the way. I had the "Seal of Approval" of the C.E.O. He chose me to read his letter to the audience. It didn't matter who said what to whom. In this day of P.C. I was golden. I had my Sheri and Gloria Allred. My parachute would indeed be laden with gold if anyone dared come after me.

My, my, it was an interesting afternoon. I chaired the discussion group: "The Global Economy and Our Place In It." Pure fluff. Every chair was filled in the ballroom. No one, not even me, cared a whit about this. It was all about the question and answer session. On and on it went; the discussion was clipped, forced, and stilted. I just smiled and added a little something every now and then. Finally, I sensed that the panel was finished. The table made our voices available to everyone in the room, but I stood, strode the microphone, turned to the panel, and spoke.

"That was brilliant. Thank you all for your insightful comments. It's time for the question and answer part of the afternoon. As I'm sure you all can see there are standing points in the room. Please line up and ask whatever you like about what's going on with our division and our company and please, direct your questions to any member of the panel you wish."

I knew it when I kissed my honey. I had heard her voice last night in the restaurant when she approached Sheri. She is an ass-kissing, ladder-climbing, closet lesbian -- don't ask. "Ms. Simpson, congratulations on your wonderful address yesterday and thank you for your surprise this morning. This meeting has been put together by members of your staff. Perhaps you would like to honor them in front of the audience." BANG! Predictable as the sun in the east ever morning.

I smiled brilliantly and nodded. "Thank you Cindy, you're quite right. I have had two of my most capable staff coordinate nearly every detail of this weekend. It is their efforts that have made it so seamless and successful. My P.A., Linda, is on vacation. I'm guilty of an oversight on that count. I had forgotten that it was planned when this was scheduled. She can't be here to accept your applause. Every step of the way, every day, her assistant and my intern, Sheri Williams, has been a most capable and willing part of the team. Please join me in acknowledging her with your applause." I clapped; my eyes begged Sheri to stand. She did.

The applause was scattered and light. There were a few women who stood and cheered and hollered. They were 'family.' I winked at Sheri. She sat. Okay, she basically collapsed into her chair. I moderated what was left of the session. The questions were, overall, pathetic. The techies asked techie questions of the techies. The nit pickers picked their nits. There were, surprisingly, a few good questions. As the questions dwindled I deemed the session complete. I gave my closing remarks for the session and it ended very early. Two hours early to be exact.

I went to our table and sat with Sheri. She spat the words, "Upstairs. Now, Julia." Good; we needed to talk.

Those who had stood and clapped were waiting as we made our way to the elevator. I greeted them graciously; a few tried to express themselves to Sheri. She smiled and her words were sociable; I knew her eyes spat flames. The elevator was full and quiet. It was nearly empty as we exited. Two others exited with us and turned in the opposite direction. Sheri opened her door. I opened mine. Frankly, my dear, I didn't give a damn. Yes, I lo ... mmm, I was so happy you were a part of my life. I sat patiently and waited for the storm. It came five minutes later with a loud knock. I rose, smoothed my skirt, and opened the door.

Sheri stood before me -- gloriously, completely, mouth wateringly naked. Damn!!

"Get those clothes off woman." The Guinness World Book would have been proud. She took my hand and led me to our bed. I climbed up and lay back. Sheri slid in next to me. "What the fuck did you ..." I lifted a finger to her lips. Her eyes widened and went hard. I shook my head.

"No! I honored you today. I acknowledged you as my assistant, my valued intern, and as my lover. You may have been caught off guard and embarrassed. I knew what I was doing. Believe that!" I kissed her. Something about my tone and my words softened her anger and confusion. I knew I had taken a risk.

"You're an intern -- but I would kill to protect you from any attacks. You need to hear this from me. Ma'am, that bitch who went after you last night and us today? I knew she would do it. She's an uptight, closet lesbian. I took away her fire by denying it oxygen. She was neutered completely. Are we having dinner in the restaurant or are you dinner?"

Sheri smiled seductively. "Turn over pet." I turned on my stomach. She kissed my neck, shoulders, back. Her hands were as active as her mouth. She smacked my ass; "Up." I lifted my knees, bringing my ass in the air. Another smack. "Spread 'em." I did. Sheri slid her fingers into me; I groaned at the agony and ecstasy of it. I knew she knew. "Tease your clit as I take you pet." I moaned. I felt her move; her lips were on my ass. Oh god; I felt the wetness as she dribbled her saliva on the crevice between my cheeks. I shivered as it slid, slowly, to its target. I frigged myself as directed. This was new for us; then again, it was ... oh fuck. A finger tickled the puckered entrance as others slowly, gently sawed in and out of me. My head was on the pillow, my face buried in it. I moaned softly. Sheri loved me slowly and thoroughly. When the orgasm took me, it completely surprised me. I screamed into the pillow as a digit pressed into the bud and the others drove into me. My fingers worked feverishly as the pearl throbbed in the glory of it. It came and went as quickly as a summer storm. It wreaked havoc on me as a funnel cloud would. I collapsed into the bed as it passed. I felt Sheri move. She covered me, held me, kissed, caressed, soothed, and loved me.  

Sheri breathed in my ear, softly, "I love you Julia." I was stunned. "Turn over." I did. Tears filled my eyes. I cried with no regrets. It wasn't possible. It's way too soon. I love you too. It just can't be. We both felt it but she had said it first.

We lay arm in arm, cheek to cheek, until my sobs subsided. I sniffled and begged, "Please say it again."

Sheri's head lifted. My god, the greens were on fire. "What pet? Do you need it affirmed or do you just like hearing it?"

I nodded, and said, "Yes."

She smiled (help me!) and kissed me lightly. "I'm in love with my 47 year old boss." The softness of it started the faucets again at, umm, both ends. She kissed away the tears.

"I love you too Sheri. I suppose you know that's why I did what I did. Some of it was me, some of it was you. Really, it was about finally being out, and freed, by you." The greens clouded and filled. Sheri buried her face in my neck and hugged me fiercely. I felt the warm wetness on my shoulder. I kissed her soft blonde locks and held her close. It wasn't very long before I felt Sheri relax into me as sleep took hold of her. I smiled, kissed her, and mouthed the words once more, "I love you Sheri." I lay in our bed, my lover in my arms. I wished for sleep but my mind whirred.

Sheri woke first, with a start. I blinked awake -- hmm, I did doze after all. Her hand came out from beneath me and her fingers slid across my cheek. She traced the outline of my face with them, the touch soft and tender. They circled my lips. I opened in invitation, they slid past. I felt the smile. She glossed lightly down my neck to my shoulder, down my arm to my hand; she squeezed me tight, journeyed back up, then down my flank, brushing the soft curve of my breast, slipping over the ridge of my hip, past my pubic bone, cupping me. No, not too sensual!! She lingered, squeezed, and worked her way back north, nails dragging lightly on my skin. Bitch! I shivered at the delight of it. Her fingers ran lightly under the curve of my breast, first Orphan, then Annie. What? Hey, if men can have names for their ... things, I can have silly names for my girls. They're mine after all. Umm, yeah, I'll get back to you on that one; gotta check with my Ma'am. This wasn't erotic (much) or sexual (liar!) just sweet exploration. I let Sheri have her way with me. Shut UP! When, at last, her hand went around and hugged me, I smiled and returned it. How sweet the silence! She sighed.

"I suppose we should get up and dressed for dinner, pet." Ah! She's back.

I nodded. "Probably right Ma'am. This is so decadent and lovely I don't want to move but move we must." Any thought of getting up ended when Sheri raised and kissed me. My god I thought I would drown in it. It was hot and wet. Oh wait, that was your tongue; the kiss was as well.

She broke the kiss, nipped my lip, kissed my nose, and said, "No bra and no panties at dinner pet. Wear something light so I can see your nipples. I want to show you off." Oh god! Up and off she went. I watched her hips and ass sway as she sauntered to her room. My lips still ached from her kiss; my pussy was sore and on fire with want. I stretched, catlike, every limb going in whatever direction it wanted, slowly, languidly, and deliciously.

"You had better be up and getting dressed pet or there will be hell to pay. I'm hungry!" EEK

I wore a white silk top, three buttons undone, black skirt, sluttiest red lipstick. We walked into the restaurant; the hostess stared. Sheri's sweetest voice announced, "Simpson, party of two, 6:30." Me? I'm just along for the ride. (wink) It really was quite comical. The restaurant quieted as we were led to the table. Nearly every eye in the joint was on us. Good! Let 'em talk. I held Sheri's chair; she sat down. I scooted my chair a bit closer as I sat down. Damn Katie left it open -- again.

"That was interesting," as she read the menu.

I giggled. "It was, wasn't it?"

"Mmm hmm. You look ravishing by the way."

"Good enough to eat?"

"Patience, pet, patience."

"Yes Ma'am."

I had decided before we left the room that this would be a celebratory dinner - A coming out dinner after a coming out day. I would put this on my credit card. I told Sheri so as we read the menu. I felt her eyes on me. I turned and smiled. "Do you drink champagne Ma'am?"

Her eyes widened. "I have, yes." I nodded. The server came. I inquired and ordered the best bottle they had. Sheri's jaw dropped. "That has to be several hundred dollars! My god."

"My girl, my treat." Sheri couldn't decide whether to glare or stare. I giggled.

I put my hand on the linen, palm up, in an invitation. She covered it. When the bottle was presented and the glasses filled I lifted it and looked into the soft greens I loved. "To you, Sheri, for blasting through the carefully constructed walls and finding me. I love you for it. Thank you."

We're female; Sheri was first. The tears slid down her cheeks as we looked at each other. Mine followed. It really didn't matter much. It just is. The champagne was cold, bubbly, and wonderful. She made a face; I laughed. I love you.

We chatted lightly through dinner. Geez! All right, I'll tell you! Petit filet mignon, twice baked potatoes, steamed veggies. It was our last night at the conference. Tomorrow, a half day, would be a couple of speakers talking about ... I have no idea about what. Then I would give my closing remarks.

"So Ma'am, about tomorrow. We will pack before we head downstairs to the ballroom. The hotel staff will take our bags and things and put them in my car for the trip to the airport. We should have time for lunch at the hotel before we head out. Airplane food is simply ghastly."

"That's lovely Julia. Thank you."

I poured each of us another glass. After I had taken a good gulp, I asked, "What would you like to do after dinner Ma'am?"

Sheri arched an eyebrow. I laughed.

"Before that, silly."

"I don't know pet. I actually hadn't thought about it. I suppose we could sit here and have an after dinner drink. Did you have a thought?"

"Yeah, kinda -- there's a night clubby thing in the hotel. (Julia: exec speak) I thought it might be nice to spend a bit of time there. It's likely they'll have some sort of entertainment. It would be fun to just relax and enjoy the night together."

"That sounds wonderful." Sheri leaned across and kissed me. When she pulled away her eyes were wide and wild with the realization of what she'd done. I caressed her face with the back of my fingers and smiled warmly.

I asked, "Dessert?"

"Yes, later." Such a scamp.

When the bill came I handed the server my credit card and asked for the location of the night club. She gave me directions. She brought back the tab, I added a healthy tip, signed it, and rose. I held Sheri's chair as she stood. We each took our purses and left. The restaurant had, for the most part, emptied. Whatever. We walked to the club. A hostess greeted us.




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I asked, "If possible, a table in a quiet corner please." She looked at the chart, thought for a moment, nodded to herself, and turned. It was perfect; a corner booth, curved, with a small, round table. I slipped her a bill and smiled a thank you. We sat close. A gorgeous young redhead came to take our orders. She ogled Sheri openly. I was amused; she was not.

"What would you like Ma'am?" That had red's eyes wide with shock.

"You pet, later. For now, white wine." Her eyes bore into the startled blues of the now crimson server.

Sweetly, "Ditto for me young lady. Thank you." I amuse myself. She stammered something and left.

When she came back with our drinks she made no effort to hide leaning over me to try to get a peek. I thought Sheri might kill her. I squeezed her hand.

"Fucking bitch," she hissed at her swaying hips.

"I thought it was kind of sweet." Uh oh

"You are MINE! No peeks, no touches. Mine, pet." The greens were blazing hot.

"I know Ma'am." She glared. "Yes Ma'am." I sighed. "Please Sheri, let's enjoy this. Please!"

"I will, every minute of it. She just has a lot of ner ..." I silenced her with a kiss. So there.

The band came and the music began. You know the type. Four of them, doing covers of all sorts of music. They were good!

I had a feeling it might happen. Two youngish women came over toward us. I felt Sheri tense.

"It's okay babe. I know them; they're a couple."

The brunette spoke first. "Hi Julia. Hi Sheri. Congratulations on a fine conference. The Board's bonus was a wonderful surprise. And, um, so was the rest of it."

"Hi and thank you Sue. Why don't the two of you introduce yourselves to Sheri?"

Sue was more the Alpha of the two. "I'm Sue Green and this is my partner Georgia Wilson-Green." Sue reached across the table to shake Sheri's hand. Georgia did as well. I stood and bussed each of them on the cheek.

"Would the two of you please join us for a drink?"

"We don't want to butt in on your night out, Julia." Her eyes cut to Sheri.

"Not at all. Please, sit."

They looked at each other. Georgia shrugged and sat down. We both moved a so they would fit, snugly, into the booth.

I saw the redhead and beckoned her. She never looked in Sheri's direction. I asked, "What will you have, ladies?"

"I'll have vodka and tonic; she'll have a bloody Mary, please," said Sue. Hmm, definitely the Alpha.

"Please put those on our tab."

"Yes miss."

Sue looked at me with a question in her eyes. "She made a rather bad first impression on Sheri," I said. Sue nodded.

I looked at Sheri and said, "Sue and Georgia are in Charlotte. Sue's the head of her department. Georgia, didn't you recently get a promotion?"

Georgia brightened with her smile. "Yes! I'm second in command and a full audit partner. I'm very excited." Sue beamed with pride.

Perfect timing. Red was back with drinks. I looked at Sheri, who shrugged. "Would you please refresh both of ours as well?" A nod, a mumbled reply, and she was gone.

Sue said, "Wow! Keep me on the good side of Sheri!!" Sheri blushed; I laughed.

I lifted a glass. "I propose a toast: To Georgia and her promotion ... and to Sue and Georgia. Cheers!"

Georgia spoke up. "Well one good turn deserves another. My toast is to Julia and her Sheri for putting on a smashing conference." Sheri shot me a quick look; I blushed.

Sue chimed in. "And mine is to Sheri -- for her Julia." She's quick, that one.

I smiled brightly and leaned in to kiss you. "Oh my, yes. Her Julia."

Red, back again, with our refills. She couldn't get away from the table fast enough.

Sue asked, "Sheri, how's the internship going?"

"It's hectic, with my class load and all, but I love it. It keeps me busy. I'm learning so much from everyone. Linda is patient with me about everything. Plus I get to interact with the boss every now and then." Snare drum please. I couldn't keep the grin from my face; Sheri blushed.

Georgia came to the rescue. "Ooh, honey, listen, I love this song. Come on, baby, let's dance." She was up in a flash, grabbing Sue's hand. Off to the dance floor they went.

"I'm so embarrassed." Sheri shook her head in frustration. "I can't believe I said it like that. The double entendre was so obvious." I took her hand and leaned in for a kiss. My left hand cupped her face.

"They both like you sweetheart. Besides, they're married. They're completely cool about us." Sheri nodded but I knew she was still embarrassed by it. I grabbed her hand as I leaned in to her ear and whispered, "I want you!" My tongue darted into her ear. I shoved her hand under and up my skirt to my sex. I was rewarded with a soft moan. "Please put them in me Ma'am. See how badly I want you."

Sheri did; I was sopping wet. When she brought her hand back from under the table I took her fingers and licked them. Her eyes darted and widened. Sue and Georgia sat back down. I acted like nothing had happened and took a sip of my wine. I glanced at Sheri over the top of the glass. God I was in trouble.

"So, Sue, did you like how I handled Cindy?" They both laughed.

"Quickly and deftly, as always -- that's our Julia. That was really something to behold," said Sue, grinning ear to ear. Georgia nodded her agreement. "That whiney bitch will make a stink out of it; you know that, right?"

"Most likely, yes. It's nothing I can't handle. Oh, and that includes protecting my intern!!" That last was said with feeling.

Sheri blushed; both Sue and Georgia nodded.

Sheri looked at me and said, "I need to go to the washroom. Please excuse me." I stood and she slid, stood, purse in hand.

Georgia asked, with concern in her eyes, "Is she okay, Julia?"

"Oh honey, she's way better than okay!! Here's the truth. What I did earlier was on impulse. I admit that. But ya know what? I'm goddamn glad I did it. It was about time for me to come out and why not honor my lover and come out - all in one kiss?" My eyes filled. "Even if this has been rather quick, it's been wonderful. She's fabulous and she's worked her delightful little butt off making this conference what it's been. I wanted everyone to see me give her thanks."

Sue had been nodding her head as I spoke. I saw Georgia take her hand and the tears in her eyes. They looked at each other and smiled. Sue's voice was warm. "I'm so happy for you honey. I really am -- for both of you. From the show you put on as we came back, we may need to say goodnight to let you love birds have the rest of your night together."

And, of course, with that, Sheri returned to the table. I scooted over to let her sit down. I passed Sheri her drink. My word, I'd never seen her take that big a gulp at once.

I asked, softly, "You okay?" She nodded and smiled. The angels were looking down on us, smiling. The band began one of their few slow songs. "Can a girl ask her lover for a dance?" Sheri jerked her head up, looked around, then at me. The smile started slowly but there it was: the full, glorious 100 watt smile. She stood and held out her hand. I took it and stood. I mouthed over my shoulder -- stay. Georgia nodded. Sheri led me to the dance floor.

She opened her arms to me; I melted into her. Sheri led. I lay my head against her as we moved together. I told you the angels were watching. "My Heart Belongs To Daddy." Well no, Sheri's not my Daddy, but she sure as hell had my heart. I raised my face to my lover and she leaned in to kiss me as we danced. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Sheri stopped moving and deepened the kiss. We were alone, together, on the dance floor. I heard clapping. Oh god, the song ended. Sheri finally broke the kiss. We walked hand in hand back to the table. Sue and Georgia were both standing and clapping. Each of them hugged both of us. I saw Sue whisper something in Sheri's ear. She blushed, smiled and nodded. Sue hugged Sheri again as she beamed at us. We all sat back down. I took a sip of my wine.

"You two are simply fabulous together," Sue said. "I ... we're jealous."

'Oh for god's sake stop it. The two of you are married. What do you have to be jealous about?" But I smiled as I said it, looked at Sheri and held her hand.

With a sly grin and a gleam in her eye, Sue replied, "Jealous at the really hot, passionate sex the two of you are going to have tonight. Speaking of really hot sex we ought to be going. I think, after watching the two of you on the dance floor, I want a taste of my very peachy Georgia." She leaned in and gave her wife a wet, open-mouth kiss, pulling Georgia's mouth to hers with her hand. My, my, my!

Georgia finally pulled away, blushing furiously. She looked at me and said, "I swear, I can't take her anywhere." But her eyes were wild and hot. We all laughed.

Sue grabbed her purse and said, "Come on lover. What was that stupid movie line? 'Take me to bed or lose me forever.'" Groans, followed by laughter. We all hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. With a last wave, the two of them were out the door.

"As long as we're standing are you ready to go?" Sheri nodded. "Okay, let me see where your new best friend is." She glared; I laughed. I caught red's eye, made the 'bring me the check' motion; she nodded. I finished the last of my wine. When she brought it, I signed the check, added a tip, and we headed out to the elevator.

In the elevator, Sheri said, "That was very nice. I like them both. They look like they're a happy couple."

"I don't see them very much except at things like this, Ma'am. But yes, they got married last year about this time. I find them both charming and they're very much in love."

The elevator door opened. We strolled hand in hand down the corridor. I opened the door to my room, held it for you, closed it behind us and locked it. When I turned, Sheri wrapped me up in her arms and kissed me. I hope I never stop melting into those lips, not for the rest of my life. I reached and put my hands into her locks and held her to me. When Sheri finally broke the kiss we were both panting. Holy crap!

"Let me go to my room and freshen up a bit. I'll be right back," she said.

"In the interests of conserving water, Ma'am," with a straight face, "I suggest we shower together." Sheri looked, blinked, and laughed. We both did -- we couldn't stop. Silly, stupid, giggly. I love you.

"Oh what the hell. It's been a day and night of firsts. Why not make another one?"

We hurried to take off our things. Sheri left hers in a heap at her feet, took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She reached in to turn on the shower. Once the water was hot, she stepped in. I followed, pulling the curtain closed.

Sheri looked at me and said, "You first." She gently held me under the water, turned me completely around, then moved me to the wall and lifted my arms. "Don't move those." I nodded. She reached for the shampoo, poured a glob of it in her hand, shared some with the other, and began to wash my hair. I leaned my head forward so she could get to it all. One of the most luxurious things that I can't get enough of is having someone wash my hair. Oh how I love it!! Sheri must have felt it (so unlike her) because she gave me a second helping. Once she'd rinsed me clean, she started over again. I was in heaven!! I sighed when it came time to rinse again. Sheri reached for the soap. I grabbed the wash cloth.

With a smile she said, "Nuh uh, this is strictly a hands on cleansing." Oh gawd! She leaned in my ear, jabbed it with that devil of a tongue, and breathed, "Close your eyes baby." I moaned. Sheri must have soaped up her hands thoroughly. She ran those hands over every single inch of my skin. God in heaven it was hot. She started with my fingers and hands and worked her way, s l o w l y, south. She made love to me with soap and those hands. It was totally luxurious, intensely intimate, and wildly sexy. By the time she got to my pussy I was teetering. My chest was heaving as my heart pounded. I wanted her to finish taking me. I was wild with need. Sheri purposely ignored my clit. Bitch! I thrust my hips at her hands in desperation. I dared not move my hands to grab hers or touch myself.

The bitch breathed hot in my ear, "Momma knows what baby wants." I groaned. "Baby gonna have to wait." My moan was more of a sob. Payback is a bitch; she's five foot four with jet black hair.

My lover washed my legs, trailing her fingers near my throbbing sex but never touching. I humped air trying to find her. She worked past my knees. Oh lord. I felt her breath hot looming near me. So not fair! I cried out in my need. I thrust my hips; she had to be there, but no!! She lifted a foot and washed it thoroughly. God it was so sexy. She set the foot down so my legs were spread, washed the other one, and set it down, making sure my legs were spread. Oh good! Now, finally she would reward me for being the good pet by letting me have my ... no, Sheri turned me around, pressed against my back, darted her tongue in my ear, and said, "Now your back gets its turn." FUCK! I love you and I will get even.

Sheri's hands were soft and soapy as she massaged my neck and shoulders. I was already a puddle for god's sake. Give a girl a break would ya? Apparently not -- her nails raked my back; her knee pressed into my ass. Oh yes! I can grind my hips into the wall using your pressure. I heard her hiss, "You will not cum without permission pet!!" This as her hands curled around to pinch the nipples of both my breasts. Devil's spawn, that's what you are! Please don't ever leave me.

I luxuriated under the touch of her hands. Sheri's foot pushed my legs apart and those hands circled my ass, one hand, one cheek. I felt her press against me, the hand slipping down the crevice and tickling the rosebud. Her hand slid up toward the front. I gasped at the touch, silently begging that, finally, she would finish me. Sheri came torturously, tantalizingly close and pulled back. My shoulders slumped. I felt what had to be her middle finger on the bud. She pressed it, dipping just into the outer reaches of me. I moaned. Again, that goddamned tongue hot in my ear, and, "May I?" I nodded; anything for relief. "You'll tell me if it's not comfortable pet." I nodded. My temptress kissed my ear. She pressed further; it was okay. A little more; good, she's going slowly. I relaxed. A little more and I felt her push past the sphincter. This is good. Well, better than I had thought. Just when I started to get used to it -- goddamn, I should have known.

"All done pet; my turn," the hot breath in my ear told me. I nodded.

Her hair was already soaking wet. I poured shampoo into my hands. How to do this? Ah ha! I leaned against the wall; Sheri placed her hands on either side of me, stood back a bit, and bent her head so I could wash the thick, blonde hair. Perfect! Slowly I washed it, massaging her scalp with my nails. She must have liked that; she purred. I finished. She rinsed. I soaped up my hands, turned her to the wall, and began on her neck and shoulders. I smiled at the plan came to me. I was thorough, slow, and loving with my hands. I bathed my lover in kisses as I washed her. My hands went round to her breasts and cupped them; that was but a tease. I pinched her nipples hard. She gasped. My hands swirled the length of her back. God she's tall! I washed her butt. I was amazed how firm, tight and muscular it was. I merely glanced over the rosebud as I washed. I crouched and cleaned her legs, one at a time, front and back. Impossibly long and lean. I kissed them up and down as I washed. She shivered. Good! I lifted a foot and cleaned it; repeated it with the other.

I turned her around. Sheri's eyes were heavy and hot. Good! I brought her mouth to mine and kissed her -- hard. My tongue was demanding; she moaned. I slipped a hand between her legs and a finger up and down her lips. The moan was louder and longer. I teased my lover with my tongue and pulled my hand away. "Time to do your front, baby."

Soaping up my hands I went to work. My hands moved with no rhyme or reason -- other than torturing her. I never made eye contact. I paid scant attention to her diamond hard nipples. I washed her glories completely and thoroughly. I could feel Sheri's eyes burning into me. I cleaned her firm tummy. I scraped my nails from her shoulder down to her hips. I know - evil; deal with it. One last task: extra soap on my hands; I crouched and reached for her. I held her ass with one hand and, turning my hand palm up, softly washed the center of her sex. Sheri duplicated my efforts, trying for the pressure she needed to set loose the storm. Every time she reached, I moved. I slid a finger between her lips but just barely. I never touched the pearl, only lightly brushed it with my wrist. I went under to the perineum, and a bit further back to graze the bud, making sure nothing touched her clit. My god it stood high and proud through the trimmed blonde fuzz.

I knew Sheri was desperate. I stood and said, "All done."

Sheri moaned, "God I hate you," and kissed me hard. I turned off the water. I opened the curtain, reached for a towel, handed it to her, stepped out, grabbed one, and dried myself off. She was slower than I was; course she is also six inches taller.

I called, "Come on sugar. We've got a whole lotta love to make." My hair was still a bit damp as I went to the bedroom, towel drying my hair the whole way. I didn't care a whit about my hair. I wanted to ravish my honey. Quick as a bunny I called for our wake up, then lay back on the bed. I turned and found Sheri standing next to the bed, drying her hair, watching me, devouring me with those hot green eyes.

I had to. In as coy and sappy sweet a voice as possible, I cooed, "See anything you like?" She smiled and nodded. "Come get some lover." With a cute giggle she pounced. My nipple was her first target. She sucked it whole into her mouth and savaged it with her tongue. I cried out at the glory of the sensations. I felt her fingers slip into me. I threw my legs apart.

Sheri tore me up with the fury of her need. Goddammit, I wanted to take her first. She grabbed my wrists and brought my hands to my breasts. A moment later I felt her between my legs. Oh My God!! Her mouth was hot and wet on my pearl. I bucked, thrust my legs, arched my back, and pulled hard at the peaks on my chest. There was no pain, only the hot heat of desperation thinly disguised as pleasure. Once between my legs Sheri's hand turned and destroyed me by caressing my g-spot. There was no countdown; the explosion was 'snap your fingers' fast. Sheri threw me headlong into it and I loved her for it. All the tension, all the want, all the desperation was set free with her mouth and fingers. Pure, complete, searing bliss -- that was Sheri's gift to her pet. I couldn't help it. Right in the middle of it all I began to cry. It took me round and round. I loved her for making me wait. This, my reward, was absolutely perfect. It teetered, I cried out in frustration as it was about to leave. She drew the last of it from me with a hard, savage thrust into my depths. God bless you Ma'am. I crashed hard as it left me. But I was sated completely. Sheri nursed me, gently, back. I finally stopped seeing stars behind my eyes and when I opened them, there she was, smiling, bending, kissing me.

"Welcome back lover. How was the trip?"

"I wanted to be first tonight," I whined.

"You were baby," Sheri said softly, "you were."

"Damn you; you know what I meant." I was whining and I knew it.

"I'm right here for you baby as soon as you have the energy. I'm your canvas. Paint me any way you want." Oh my!

I slid from beneath her close to the edge of the bed. Sheri turned to me; I pushed her to her back. There was a quick flash of anger, then desire -- raw and hot. Perfect! She had the need; I had the match for the fire that would set her free. Quick as a cat I was off the bed. I leaned over and took a toe in my mouth. I bathed them one at a time. I ran a finger up and down the wetness of her sex. I saw her fingers come to pull them apart. I slapped them away. I'm going to pay for that!




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I left; each hand took a leg, running up and back, inside, outside, caressing, squeezing. My mouth moved to the other foot. It was loved as well as its mate had been. My nails dragged over her skin. I felt Sheri squirm; her eyes found mine. My god she was crazy wild. And I'd only begun. I climbed on the bed and bent to a leg, bathing it, leaving hot trails that turned cool and chilled. My fingers found new places to tease. I painted her into frenzy an inch at a time.

I raised my head, murmured, "I love you!" She moaned and smiled. I bent and licked the full length of her from bottom to top. Sheri grabbed at my hair; I jerked from her reach. I knew what she wanted. Nope; I'm driving. I licked and teased and caressed and tortured and loved my honey. Umm, everywhere but the one part of her that craved my attention. When I'm ready bitch! I straddled her legs just below the hips and licked the sweet valley. I grabbed at her nipples as I did so and dragged my fingernail on the tip. She flailed, she cursed. My tongue was a wet, hot devil that left cool trails in its wake. I wanted her rendered ... mine. I inched my way along the softness of her. My mouth pulled a nipple so I could lap at the skin beneath. Sheri purred. I sucked the nipple full into my mouth, nipped it, and slowly let it slip from my lips, one itty bitty inch at a time. I let it slip with a pop. I moved to its sister; I loved it completely. Her moans were my guide.

I was nearly ready for the final act. I moved to my lover's neck, her shoulders, loving, nipping, bathing. My tongue darted into her ear. I let the hot breath linger for a moment. I kissed her eyes -- god how I loved the greens. I kissed her cheeks, her chin, her ear, her neck. In desperation Sheri grabbed my cheeks and demanded a kiss. Fine, kiss me. She moaned when I refused to give her my tongue. Her own begged for it, searching in frustration. I slid on top of her as we kissed. Her legs parted -- bingo! That was when I gave my girl my tongue.

I slid my sex to hers and began the final drive to our end. We moved. No, let me restate this: I moved. Sheri bucked, thrust, arched -- she moaned for me to finish. Christ in a bottle, woman, I'm trying! It was like a rodeo, except I was determined to stay on my ride for longer than eight seconds. (wink) I did my best to move in unison with her, to send her into an orbit of bliss. I lifted from her mouth to watch. I wanted to burn this into my memory. Sheri's eyes were shut. Her blonde hair was scattered on the pillow. There was a second I'll never forget. It was only a twitch of her hips; but when it came I knew she had begun the final descent into it. I tugged at her nipples. Sheri screamed. I held them, her hips were a blur. I could only hope to give her an angle so she could send herself into oblivion.

When it took her over -- lord, I was in awe. All of her stopped; her eyes opened but they didn't see me; they were wild and unfocused. Sheri bucked and gasped. I smiled as she moved into it. Her fingers dug into my shoulders; how they got there I don't remember. I bit my lip at her strength. The cries were a high pitched, whining noise. I watched and rode it with her, hips moving in unison, fingers caressing her nipples. Sheri threw her head back, her mouth opened -- nothing came out. With a final arch off the bed the last of it tore through her, and she collapsed. It had been wild and beautiful. Sheri was beautiful and was gone now. I stayed with her. My mouth softly bathed her breasts with kisses. I could only wait for her to come back to me. I bent my head to her and listened. My arms held her. Every now and then she shuddered. There was a whimper here and there. The pounding in Sheri's chest eased bit by bit. I waited patiently.

I moved from on top to her side. I watched as she came back to me. Her right arm was beneath her head; her left was on the bed. Her head was turned to me -- that's why I slid from her. I wanted to gaze at her. Sheri's lips were full and slightly parted. Her breasts sat high on her chest. Her hair -- tendrils of it covered her left eye, others teetered on the bridge of her nose. I have a picture of the moment emblazoned in my memory. Sheri's eyes opened, if barely. She finally seemed to focus and find me. I smiled. She remained motionless; her eyes were slits, but she smiled. I didn't want to touch her.

"Please kiss me." I did, as tenderly, softly and warmly as I knew how. "I'm so goddamned tired. Can we please sleep?" I got up, turned off the light, came back to bed, pulled up the covers, slid next to my lover and held her. The only part of her that moved was her right arm. Sheri lifted it from beneath her head and circled my back. I lay my head on her shoulder, my nose buried in her neck.

I whispered softly, "I love you baby. Thank you." I felt her smile. We slept.

Author's Note: Another chapter of what wound up being a rather long story -- more to come. I write for my own pleasure (I enjoy it). I publish it here in the hopes it might entertain and, ideally, stir the imagination and/or emotions of one who reads it. Thank you for your votes. Your comments are always welcomed. As ever, this is a flight of fantasy; completely fictitious. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us my apologies.



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A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 03



Sue's voice was tight with anger. "She just couldn't resist, Julia. Stupid cow just had to corner Sheri and go at her. Sheri was standing with her arms crossed, not saying a word, when Georgia and I got there. I just took Sheri's hand and led her away. We left that stupid, stupid woman to stew in her own juices."

I heard every word Sue said. I hadn't taken my eyes off Sheri. She was shaking in her fury. I walked to her, took her by the shoulders, and kissed her. I didn't give a shit who was looking. "I'm so sorry babe. I sent you out there without thinking she'd still be hanging around. That was completely unnecessary and stupid of me to do. I'm so, so sorry."

"No worries boss. Like Sue said, I never opened my mouth the whole time. I remembered what you'd said. Then Sue and Georgia came and whisked me away." Sheri looked at Sue and smirked. "Honestly, I thought Sue was going to slug her."

Georgia broke out into a big grin; Sue smirked. Georgia chimed in, "Oh goody, I wasn't the only one who thought so." We all broke into laughter – mostly in relief.

"Do the two of you have to leave?" I asked. 

Sue and Georgia looked at each other. "What time's our flight honey?" Sue asked.

"Four," Georgia replied.

"Good. Then you are both joining us for lunch. I insist." Georgia looked at Sue, who shrugged and nodded.

"That's settled then. Let's go." Sheri and I both picked our things from the table and floor and headed to the door. Sue and Georgia stopped at their table, got theirs and we walked out to the restaurant. I put my free hand in Sheri's.

Sheri said to the hostess, "You have a reservation for Simpson for two. Will the table have room, comfortably, for four? We have guests joining us." The hostess looked at the reservation and the seating chart, shook her head, and asked us to follow her. The table was bigger. We had kind of squeezed into the booth last night but I didn't want to do that while having a meal.

I said to the hostess, "This is great. Thank you so much." She smiled, laid menus on the table, and wished us a pleasant lunch. We all sat down. I took Sheri's hand and shook my head in disgust and remorse for my stupidity.

She looked at me and said, sharply, "Get over it pet. It's done. Let's enjoy our guests and our lunch." At the word 'pet' Georgia's eyes widened; Sue just smiled and nodded. Hmm. That cat is officially out of the bag.

I started to speak. Sue stopped me. "No need to explain Julia. I picked up on it last night." I knew she had.

Georgia volunteered, "I'm the submissive one in our relationship."

I looked at Sheri. She just shrugged. So I started. "Sheri knew it all. The vacation and the trip – a ploy; I wanted her here with me and planned on seducing her. She waited me out. I let it slip. She knew; she waited, and I gave her what she – umm – what I wanted all along. I had kept it carefully hidden for a very long time. That, and the fact I'm gay."

Sue broke out in laughter. Georgia kind of giggled. "Oh honey, you're so gay it radiates off of you. Puhleez," Sue said.

I looked at Sheri; she was smiling along with the rest. She nodded. "Well damn; I guess everybody knows now – or will."

Magically (of course) our server appeared. I sure as hell needed a drink; I ordered a Bloody Mary, so did Sheri. Sue and Georgia made four. We gave her our foods orders as well. The drink orders were first. Sue lifted a glass, saying, "Well now, here's to a well-run conference, a rousing speech, a 10% bonus, and to Julia and Sheri's new love." We all clinked. Sue continued, "Julia, we're buying lunch." I started to protest; she laid her hand on mine. "Nope, I insist. You bought drinks last night and this is a celebration." Georgia was grinning and nodding. No point in arguing.

"Thank you Sue; thank you Georgia – for everything; especially rescuing my hon ... my Ma'am when I screwed up."

Sheri leaned in to kiss me. "It's perfectly acceptable to call me your honey, honey, when we're with friends. Behind closed doors I'm Ma'am and you're pet."

Okay, so I had to push it. "Behind closed doors you're much more than just Ma'am."

Sheri nodded. "True." To Sue and Georgia, she said, "Behind closed doors, our demure executive is quite vocal and demonstrative." Geez! Oh well; I'd pretty much asked for that. The other two were laughing.

Sue said, "Honestly Sheri, I really never have seen your pet so happy." Fuck! I punched Sue in the arm but laughed.

The food came. We all set about the task of destroying it. We succeeded completely.

The chatter was light and spontaneous. Both of them were perfect complements for both of us. I made mental plans for us to spend time with them – in Charlotte of course. No sense wasting a three-day holiday with friends in a Chicago winter. I found myself feeling more grateful than ever, if that was possible, for their friendship and understanding.

We finished. The trip was about to officially end. We all had flights to catch. The bill was paid, we gathered our purses, and walked to the lobby. Hugs and kisses were exchanged. I thanked Sue & Georgia for lunch. I told Sue I'd be in touch soon. She was delighted. They still had to head to their room to gather their things and we had a car waiting. They headed to the elevator, we went outside. The driver held the door. Just to be on the safe side I asked her to pop the trunk so we could check that everything was there. It was; we climbed in and the driver took us to the airport.

"That was delightful. I'm glad you invited them to lunch, pet," Sheri said.

"Me too; please kiss me. I'm still mortified," I whined.

"Whining? No kiss for you." Bitch.

"What did Cindy say to you?" I had to know though I dreaded it.

"Probably all the things you didn't tell me – and likely a few more disgusting morsels, including about you and Linda." Sheri spat out the words in anger. She pushed me back on the seat and kissed me. My name is puddle; you melt me. It was hot and wet and I loved every gorgeous, decadent second. 

"Are you planning on letting me sit up? We're putting on quite a show," I said breathlessly.

"Chill, chicky; she drives a limo for a living; not her first rodeo." A muffled snicker came from the front. "See?"

I got her back and good. I pulled Sheri's skirt up over her ass to make sure she wasn't wearing panties. Bingo!

"Are you coming home with me Ma'am? We hadn't talked about that." Calling you that was ... well, nearly natural by now. Good lord – five little words. Thank god!

"No pet. I have tests to make up, papers to do. Tomorrow is a day off from work so I can try and catch up a bit. I have no idea how close to even I'll be able to get but I certainly have to try. It'll be a very long day and night; that I know." Damn. Sheri kissed away my pouty face. I love you! We slowed; must be near the airport. We both sat up. We had too many bags to carry on. "When we pull up, I'll sign the tab. Can you get a porter or somebody to load up the bags please?"

"Sure." The car stopped, she hopped out. I took the chit, signed it, and gave the cute driver a twenty dollar bill. She looked surprised and thanked me. I got out and walked to the curb. I had one bag I wanted to carry on. I took that and my purse. Sheri tipped the porter as he tagged and dropped our luggage at the counter. We flew through security and the rest and headed to the club. We had time. I flashed my card and told the young man Sheri was my guest. He looked her up and down. She smiled seductively and batted her eyes. No chance dude. It worked though. We sat down for a few minutes.

"Shameless one you are, young lady, batting your eyes at that poor boy. He actually thought he had a chance at you."

"Oh he did pet. Two in fact: slim and none." She smiled brightly. We both laughed.

When it was time we strolled to the gate. We boarded first. I took the window to give her long legs a bit more room. As soon as the door closed the flight attendant took drink orders. Sheri had a Coke, I had a Bloody Mary – to mourn her not coming home with me. I missed her already. So I'm pathetic. What of it? The plane filled quickly. We were soon away from the gate for the 2 ½ hour flight home. I had a fleeting thought of bribing the pilot to take us to ... Hawaii? But the thought of spending the next twenty years in prison didn't feel like a good idea. I sighed. Sheri knew and took my hand.

"I love you, ya know," she said softly. I wanted to cry.

I smiled. "I know and I'm so glad." She smiled back. I lifted my glass, Sheri clinked and we settled in. When it came time to place food orders we both demurred. I took out my book. Sheri let her seat back down to rest. "Is my honey tired?" I kissed her lightly. She nodded.

"I've got a long night of work ahead. If I get a bit of rest now it'll help later." Smart! 

"Sleep sweet lover," I said with another light kiss. She smiled.

Sheri actually fell asleep rather quickly. I read, and when the attendant came by, I lifted my glass for another. She reached for Sheri's. I shook my head. She nodded. I watched her sleep; remarkably peaceful at rest. I'm one of those flyers who simply can't sleep, no matter how long the flight. I was still looking at her, thinking, when the attendant handed me my drink. She saw my gaze, smiled at me, and nodded. She is either 'family' or happy for us. Either is good. I settled in to read. It was a completely futile exercise. I drifted in and out of the weekend. I realized that I was desperately craving Sheri. She had absolutely destroyed me last night – but apparently I had returned that favor. I smiled. God I was so wet. I crossed my legs. I thought of rubbing myself with the edge of the book. Woman, you are one desperate mess. I smiled.

I felt the plane lower. Not very long till we land. Damn. Sheri must have felt the descent as she stirred. I let her get her bearings. When her eyes focused I smiled at her. 

"Sorry pet. I didn't mean to be so rude and sleep the whole damn flight." I laughed softly.

"Come on honey. You were right. You have a night ahead and it'll hold you in good stead. Besides, it gave me time to gaze at you and I just hate doin' that." That last said with a smile.

Sheri giggled, "You are so silly and I love you for it."

"As you should!" I giggled as well. "I'll have my car take you to your dorm okay?"

She smiled, said, "That's sweet, thank you," and kissed me.

"It's foolish to cab it when I have a car at my disposal." I cooed, "It also gives us a bit more time together."

"You're a horny thing for an old broad," she said with a big smile

"Your horny old broad, Ma'am," I breathed as I kissed her.

The plane jolted at landing, interrupting our little whispering session. The attendant was in her jump seat. She hadn't even told Sheri to put her seat up. How cute!! I looked at her and she winked again and smiled. Hmm. Tempting? NOT.

No real reason to hurry off the plane; we had to wait for our bags to 'land.' I texted the car service as we wandered the terminal to let the driver know we had landed and were heading to get our bags. She replied that she was waiting.

We got to baggage and stood and waited ... and stood and waited ... and stood ... and waited. Good grief, just as the bags started drifting on to the carousel the flight attendant came wandering in with another of the crew. I whispered to Sheri, "I'm certain, or nearly so, that our flight attendant is 'family.' She was very friendly." Oopsie! Her eyes spat fire.

Sheri turned and spotted her. I took her hand and softly said, "Sheri?" She turned. "Honey, let it go. I have what I want." Her eyes warmed instantly. She nodded and smiled. Phew! Crisis averted. Note to self: My green eyed girl has a little green eyed monster in her.

The bags finally arrived. We grabbed them and headed out the door. I saw my driver just as she saw me. She headed to me and took my bags. The trunk was open. She put mine in and looked at Sheri. I nodded. "Sheri will be with us. We'll take her to her dorm, Randi." 

"Yes Ma'am." She held the door for both of us and in we went.

Sheri's eyebrow arched. I giggled. "Hired help."

Randi got in the car, started it, and drove. She put up the privacy screen. I disengaged the communication system. Having a lesbian as my limo driver has its, umm, benefits.

I slid to the plush carpet in front of Sheri. "Lift your hips lover," I purred. She stared. "Your pet has a parting gift for her Ma'am, Ma'am." The smile was slow developing but bright. She nodded and lifted the skirt for me. I pushed her legs apart and headed to my prize. We had time. I used all of it to pleasure her – thoroughly. I had thought of little else for about the last hour of the flight. I hated that we wouldn't be spending another night but it had to be. I was relentless in taking her. Sheri's eyes went to glass after about ten minutes. I was rewarded with a gush a few minutes later as the first wave of her pleasure ate her up. I was intent on taking her from peak to peak with as little interlude as possible. There were at least two more eruptions with a lovely accompaniment of moaning, hair pulling, and name calling. There may have been a couple of minor aftershocks. I just wanted Sheri to remember me. When she finally begged me to stop she was a limp, rather sweaty mess. The thin dew of perspiration kept the tresses on her face as her head rested on the seat. I climbed and straddled Sheri's legs and kissed her luxuriously and deeply. She barely even responded she was so gone. I leaned against her, rested my head on her shoulder while she recovered. It took a few minutes but she did.

I breathed in her ear, "Look out the window babe and tell me how close we are." Sheri looked. That roused her.

"We're only about two miles away. Geez, I'm a mess. I can't go into the dorm like this!" Her panic was rather comical but I understood. "Give me the address so I can give it to Randi." She did; I did. She turned the wheel as she acknowledged me. My Randi really is fabulous. Trust me on that! The car slowed as we turned again into a driveway. It was a house not a traditional dorm. Aha! A sorority – I would have to learn more later. I was growing more morose with each turn of the axle. The car stopped. The trunk was popped. Randi opened the door. She led us both to the trunk. She took Sheri's bags and, turning to give us some privacy, took them to the door.

47 years old and my eyes are wet. Five damn words. My lover, my Ma'am in front of me – we both fell into the hug at the same time. We didn't need to speak. But, finally, Sheri did. Her voice was thick, "I better go." I nodded. "Will you call me when you get to your place?"

"Of course – well, once I quit crying." I laughed through the tears. "So expect to hear from me some time Tuesday." Sheri shut me up, again, with her mouth. I love you! I held her closer than close. I hated leaving. I had to. Totally unfair to Sheri to not head home and let her get to her work. I hate being rational, dammit. I hadn't been this me since ... college?

It was time. A few last whispered words, a few more kisses, and Sheri turned to the door and her life. Randi was at the top of the stairs. She smiled softly and nodded, "Good night Ma'am." Sheri thanked her, keyed the door, and with a last, lingering look and a kiss blown my way, headed inside. Randi came down the stairs, opened the door and I climbed in.

I cried the whole way home. I sobbed, uncontrollably, prone on the seat. I know, I know – it's my heart. Well, sorta. I had given it, completely, to someone else. She had me completely. Body and Soul. Oh God!! I sobbed in my agony. I would be playing Anita Baker's song on my Bose tonight. I was one of Bruce's Hungry Hearts – more precisely, hungry, breaking hearts. My playlist floated idly by in my head. All the songs, all the artists I loved, now felt like torture. I heard the window roll down and Randi's voice, "Anything I can do Ma'am?" Isn't she sweet? Once maybe, but no more, and I knew she knew.

My voice was thick and raspy, "No thanks honey. I miss her already."

"I know. May I Julia?" 

I nodded. Shit! She can't hear a nod. "Of course Randi, please do."

"She's lovely Julia. I know you're over the moon about her and she for you. Is this rather sudden?" Told ya! There's a reason she's my driver.

"She's interning this semester, Randi. I've had my eye on her – the first since Linda." She nodded. "I'd planned on seducing her this weekend. She completely turned the tables on me."

"Really?" Her voice spoke of her surprise. I nodded again. I was safe with Randi. She would have a limb cut off before betraying me. We never spoke of it.

"I had hidden it for so long, so very long. She knew – and let me let it out, set it free, and I'm so fucking glad she did."

"My god, Julia, all these years? You'd kept that hidden even from me." There was a bit of sharpness in that last. It was okay. I understood.

"Yes." Really, that was enough. "By the end of business tomorrow the whole company will know about me." I heard her gasp. "And about the woman I love." We drove on in stunned silence for a bit. 

"I haven't heard that word from you since Linda." A faint trace of bitterness was in the tone. I took it.

"I know, Randi, I know." There was a question lingering. I let it slide. She was already a bit hurt.

We were almost home. Home. What had been a carefully constructed castle would feel, tonight, like a tomb. Wine, music and tears – nothing but misery waited. The car rolled to a stop. Fuck! Randi opened the door for me. I sighed and slid out. She stood and stared. I knew I was safe. I collapsed against her and cried - again. She let me. A teeny part of me wanted to take her inside and let her love me into unconsciousness. I knew she knew. God love her; she wouldn't let me – nor did she press. When the tears stopped I pulled back a bit and gave her a quick, soft kiss. I owed her that. She smiled softly and said, "Good night Julia. Try and let it be." She reached into the trunk for my bags. I turned to the steps. My housekeeper had the door open. She stared at my tear stained face and swollen eyes; not a word said. Randi set the bags down, and with a nod to the housekeeper, turned to leave.

"Thank you Randi." She turned and smiled. The door closed behind me.

"Teresa, would you please bring me a bottle of wine in ice and a glass. Once delivered, you may retire for the evening."

"Yes Miss." She turned and walked away. Very German, very proper, and very loyal – that is my Teresa.

I stood in the foyer. I wanted to hail a cab and find her. I wanted to be beneath her as she tortured me into crazy hot bliss. I shrugged off my coat, threw it on the chair, and headed for the stairs. The lights were on, my bed was turned down, a negligee on the bed. Home. I hated it, every bit of it all. I took off my things and slipped into the silk. I heard Teresa as she walked down the hallway. I turned and feigned a smile. She set the ice bucket and glass on my sitting table. She turned. I gave her my thanks and a goodnight. She closed the door behind her. I sat, poured a glass, and cried some more.

Unforgettable, that's what you are. It was awful. Well, at least tonight it was. I had to clear my head to call Sheri. I suspected that she might be in the same condition but, who knew. One 'me' was tough and stoic; this "me" was a mess. I wanted to be my 'me' when I called – but that wasn't really fair. I stood, walked to my purse, and brought it back to the table. I poured another glass, sighed, reached into the purse, and took my phone out. I typed the first two letters of her name and the number appeared. I pushed send. It rang; my throat closed. No, dammit, stop this. I took a deep breath and Sheri answered. Her voice was thick.

"Hi." I sobbed. Sheri did too - so much for maintaining my executive decorum.




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"Are you getting any work done, honey?" I tried; she sobbed. "If it's any consolation, I wanted to hail a cab and come spend the night with you." I said it, but it could have been either of us. I heard her smile – finally.

"You and Randi were lovers once." Simple, honest, open. Do you know I love you?

"Yes, now and then when I needed someone. I knew she was in love with me. I was unavailable to her that way but I did take advantage of her when I needed. We both knew it and she let me." I had to be honest with her. I could 'see' the nod.

"I like her." I nodded. I knew full well she would. Randi is good people. I didn't need to share all of it, not tonight.

"You okay?" Stupid, I know, but I tried.

"Yeah, about as okay as you are, pet." Ah, there's my girl.

"Please promise me you'll get some work done tonight Ma'am" 

A harsh laugh. "I'll be up till the wee hours of the morning with it all." Damn.

"It's probably not fair of me to keep you when you've so much work to ..."

"I love you Julia."

Please, please let me get through this. "I love you Sheri." Okay, I got that out. "I'll see you at work Tuesday then." I might just shrivel up and die in the meantime. 

"I miss you." Her voice was tiny.

"I'll get a cab and come for you. We'll spend the night. We can deal with tomorrow then. I need you. Be there in a bit."

"Stop Julia; we can't." I know. She can't see me nod.

"I know Ma'am. You're right. Thank you."

"Not tonight Julia. Tonight there's me and you. The rest will begin when we're together again." 

She did it again. I cried. I squeaked out the words between sobs. "I know."

I heard her sniffle. Thickly, "We better say good night. This isn't going to get any easier any time soon." I nodded. Fuck.

I sipped my wine; the ice clinked. "Good night honey. I love you and I miss you. Please, please try to get some rest."

"Are you going to drink yourself into oblivion Julia?" Sharp and harsh; Sheri was upset.

"Yes, if I can. It's that kind of night."

Cold, harsh, cutting, "You will not pet." Sheri knew me better than I knew myself. To this day I don't know how.

"Yes Ma'am." Submission: Sheri's gift. I accept. 

"I love you, Julia."

"I love you, Sheri." She hung up. I took a sip of my wine. There would be no more.

I stood. The thought of a shower was calling to me. The warmth of it; the chance to ... .oh god; I didn't believe Sheri would be upset if I gave myself a spend – or ten. I know she loved me that much. And I hoped she would do the same – thinking of me. I shed the silk and headed to the shower. I let the heat of the water wash over me; it helped remind me of my lover – and the pleasure she gave me. I caressed every bit of me – as she would. I saw her eyes – hot and wild. Sheri smiled and nodded. I bucked and screamed her name as I came. She smiled at my bliss. I love you! I miss her!!

I stepped out of the shower after turning it off. I toweled off and stared, again, at the girl in the mirror. Her eyes were soft from the glow of her pleasure but just beneath it was her agony. We cried.

I slipped back into the silk, crawled into bed, and hugged Sheri. Fuck! My 'lover' is a pillow. I cried myself to sleep.




Author's Note: Another chapter of what wound up being a rather long story – more to come. Thanks to all for reading, for your votes, and for all the wonderful comments and email!! As ever, this is a flight of fantasy; completely fictitious. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us my apologies.



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A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 04



We got to it. I could quickly see I'd be swamped the rest of the week. Perfect! Keep my mind off you-know-who and in the game. God I miss her. I didn't want her out of my mind. I wanted her in my arms. When I refocused on Linda, she was into Wednesday. Damn. Oh well. I was going to be here for a few hours after work tonight. I made a mental calculation -- Randi at 7:30; home by 8. I'd call Teresa and let her know too. I never gave ... Linda was quiet; I don't know how long. I'd drifted on her again. I apologized; she smiled. Most of what she had there was planned before the seminar. A few new things added, just enough, actually, to really keep me busy. We finished and I thanked her. I told her that if she'd just leave whatever notes and things on my desk before she left I'd get to them. She actually decided to bring me one piece I could do between now and 5 pm. Good.

She did. She identified them -- by day. Great. She stood at the edge of the desk. She wanted to say something but was fighting with herself. I waited. "I like this new you, Julia. She's pleasant and efficient." Ouch babe. I'm not an alcoholic but I know of the Twelve Steps. Apparently I had a lot of amends ahead. Better late than never I guess. Five hard words.

Linda left. I called home and texted Randi. I got a text back. Good. The girls are happy, Linda's happy, the bosses are happy. I don't drink coffee after noon. I went to the office fridge for a bottle of water. I opened the bottle, took a good sip, and sat down to work. Most of it I had to read, decide who to task with completion and the like. A few things were mine to do completely -- forward looking things relating to company finances in this division and that. You're rightly bored.

I thought about Sheri. "Body and Soul" sounded and felt a lot better today. Talking to Sheri helped me. She sounded much better; tired but better. She was doing her college thing today and would be back at work tomorrow. She would call me. I love you! The greens sparkled in my head. I worked. I read, sent emails, read, jotted notes on Post-its -- some were for Linda, some for others in the department. A second bottle of water. I glanced at the clock as I walked by with it. It was already 6:30; good lord. I dove into the rest of it. Soon, I got a text from Randi. She's waiting. Finished for the night, I got my coat, my purse, and headed to the car. She smiled her hello as always. I gave her a big smile back.

We drove. "I had a good day. My boss and the C.E.O. were very kind. Linda and I had a nice chat. I got to speak to Sheri this afternoon as she walked from class to class. She'll call tonight when she takes a break. A good day."

Randi was happy to hear it. She's good people. I insisted the company put her on the payroll and provide her with health insurance. H.R. had a snit about the salary so I make up the difference. Two hundred a week, cash, no taxes. The car slid to a stop. We said good night. At home Randi doesn't get the door; last night was an exception. I walked to the door.

Teresa was waiting. I gave her my coat. She had dinner waiting. A glass of wine waited as well. Dinner was absolutely delicious. The woman is a goddess in the kitchen. I look forward to having someone to share dinner with -- and Teresa's cooking. I do believe we will have parties here soon. I will share this: If I invited Teresa to have dinner with me, I do think she would faint. I wouldn't mind but she would have thought it unseemly. Her English is still heavily accented but the woman can flat out cook.

I wandered into the kitchen, thanked Teresa for a wonderful dinner and said I would be upstairs. She smiled -- effusive. I wandered upstairs and changed, though I do believe the girls wept a little. (wink) I hung up the sweater, hung up the pants, slid off the thigh highs, and got into a big, fluffy old robe and a pair of socks. I sat at the table and stared out the window. How is Sheri doing? I grabbed my purse and looked. 8:15 pm. When would the break come? Impatiens is a flower not a condition. Ha! The door bell rang. I looked at the phone. I roused myself from my stupor. The door bell? Who the hell would it be at this hour? I looked at the clock. 8:30 pm. I heard Teresa, "Miss, a guest." What?

I got near the bottom of the steps and stopped in shock. She stood there, cheeks red from the cold. I ran to her, crying. I kissed her. What did she do? She has hours of work ahead. I held her face and kissed her. Sheri's arms wrapped me up. She is ... here!! Ohhh. I felt her hand slip beneath the robe and tweak a nipple. I smiled in the kiss. Bitch. I love you so. I cried as I kissed her. I remembered we had an audience. I pulled away and put my arm around her waist.

"Teresa, this is my Sheri. Sheri, this is my housekeeper and chef extraordinaire, Teresa." Teresa blinked twice. Code: shock.

"Very nice meeting you Miss."

"It's very nice meeting you as well Teresa."

I kissed Sheri again. "What? How? What on earth?" She laughed. Angels sang. "Have you eaten?" She nodded, smiling.

"I had to see you. I missed you terribly all day. I worked and worked and this is my break. I took the "L" and walked the rest of the way." I couldn't believe it. I kissed her again.

"Do you want something to drink?" She smirked. I blushed. Teresa turned and left us. Wise, that one.

"Come; I must show you my place. You're a stone bitch for this ... Ma'am. Thank you." Sheri laughed. I took her around. She gawked -- I realized that for a college kid it had to look pretty high end. I guess it was. "Two bedrooms upstairs; come on, I'll show you." The smile only got bigger. I took her hand. We walked up the stairs and headed to my bedroom. That was the only one either of us wanted to see.

I closed the door behind us and turned to her. "This is absolute madness. I love you for it but its madness. You have to work tomorrow. You'll be dragging all day. Oh god, this is wonderful." I kissed her again. Sheri slid the robe from my shoulders and pressed herself to me. I shivered. She walked us both to the bed. I fell back on the mattress with her atop me. I was breathless with need. I lifted the bulky sweater over her head, threw it on the floor, and unclasped her bra. I moaned in frustration. Sheri pushed away from me. I undid the snap on her pants and pulled them over her hips. She had on boy shorts. They traveled in the same direction -- off. She had taken off her shoes somewhere. The socks were last. I looked at her smiling face. She was absolutely beaming and heartbreakingly beautiful. "Please make love to me."

She did. Oh my, Sheri was a whirlwind of passion. I luxuriated in it, doing that fabulous stretchy thing she does as her mouth and hands did their damage to me. She bit my nipple; I EEK'd; she giggled madly. She slid two fingers in me. I arched my back in glory. Her lips and tongue were hot in my ear, wetly. Sheri breathed fire and passion as she said, "I love you so damn much. All day I missed you -- and this." I nodded as she killed me. I wanted to give to her as she was to me but I couldn't move with her leaning over me, her leg between mine. I cried out as she nipped at my neck and shoulder. I felt her breasts pressing into mine as we danced together. Her thumb tortured my clit as her fingers wreaked fabulous havoc on my sex. I felt Sheri's breath and tongue in my ear again; she nibbled, licked, and whispered, "Now!" I hadn't thought I was close. I exploded at her command. I bucked myself off the bed as it tore through me. She was whispering to me, urging me higher. Her words burned through me like lava. Every last nerve on edge, the heat deep inside me, it burned me from the inside out. She breathed love in my ear; my body gave it to her. I cried as it left me. She nursed me softly back. Sheri soothed with her kisses, caressed softly with her fingertips -- feather light.

I opened my eyes to find her smiling down at me. "Hi!" I was a helpless mess of giggles and breathless laughter at her silliness. She lifted above me and there they were. She lowered the orbs, one at a time, to my mouth. I sucked them in and gave them my love with my lips and tongue. I held her back to keep her still. I released finally her. Sheri brought the next gift to my waiting mouth. I loved it completely and passionately. She purred pleasure. When she was satisfied she leaned and kissed me hard; it was glorious. She breathed into the kiss, "I have yet another present for you lover." There was a gleam in her eye. I nodded and waited. She slid ... oh god!! I lowered my arms; I knew. Her legs straddled my face and she brought her gift to me to feast on.

And, god is my witness, I did!! I lapped at her to drink in the scented heaven. Sheri moaned at it. I brought my hands to her breasts but she slapped them away. As you wish, lover. My nails skimmed lightly on her back. My mouth was eager, devoted, and thorough as I pleasured her. I found every crevice, curve and valley but I always came back to heaven. I took her clit whole; I bathed it, sucked it deep. Sheri shivered and moaned. Would it be soon? I wanted to take all night in pleasuring her -- such was my joy at her surprise. Folly! Her carriage would be a pumpkin soon enough. This was but a most delightful interlude in her day and night; it was a glorious end to mine. I thrust my tongue inside her as my fingers spread her wide. I used that to further tease her pearl with both thumbs. Sheri's cries told me I had struck gold -- liquid and hot, scented and lovely. It was the shiver and the tilt of her hips that was my signal.

I was able to slip fingers into her as my mouth worked. I'm not sure how but her g-spot was an easy target. Sheri's breaths shortened, she murmured things I didn't recognize. I waited for it to take her. Her back arched above me. My hand held her to me; I nearly lost purchase. The flood from her was fabulous. She pulsed and grabbed at my fingers inside her. She rocked against my mouth and fingers. Take it all baby ... every last bit. You must; pet insists. She screeched, tensed, bucked one last time, and smothered me and my fingers as she collapsed. Sheri leaned forward to the headboard for balance. I saw her head hang low, eyes closed. I slid my fingers from her; she moaned. My hands slid up and down, front and back, caressing, loving. I kissed her sex, her thighs, the light kisses and licks of the pearl were met with twitches, jerks, and moans. She finally slid her wet sex down the length of me and buried her head in my shoulder. I held her. I love you. She had to go soon. I wanted to cry -- and I would not.

At last, "Tell me of your day pet." I gave it all to her in summary, leaving out the email. I told her of the letter, the meeting with my boss, my visit with Linda; and Cindy's humiliating end. Sheri nodded. There was a question here and there but she seemed satisfied -- her kisses told me so. We talked softly as we lay together. Her day was classes, tests, lectures, and classes. In between there was time for a lunch and some reading, then to the library to write, research, and more. I was exhausted as she described it. And this was on top of a long, grueling night.

I said it, "You can not stay the night, Ma'am. We'll grab a cab; I'll go with you and ride back." There was protest but it was faint. We both knew it was true and necessary. More than our bodies were entwined. We are two who are becoming one. It was coming to an end. Sheri got up first, putting her things on one piece at a time. I needed to put something on for the cab ride. Jeans, a sweater, loafers -- that would do. We dressed in silence. I grabbed my purse and phone. We headed downstairs. My coat was in the closet. Teresa had put Sheri's there too somehow. I helped Sheri on with hers. She smiled. I shrugged into mine. We looked at each other. She moved to the door. I closed it behind me.

We headed to the corner. I hailed a cab. Sheri gave the address as we climbed in. We sat close as lovers do. Not a lot was said. We kissed. The glory of the night and her surprise were coming to a close. I would not curse it; no, I cherished it and held it close to me. When I asked, Sheri promised her night wouldn't be too taxing and she would be at work on time, ready to go.

As we rolled onto the campus my heart tightened. No! It was a night of joy. "Some time soon, pet, I'll have you meet some of my sisters. I think it would be good for them to meet someone of your standing in the business community." I thought that was very sweet. I thanked her. "Some are on my softball team, some in other sports." I nodded.

"When we can I would like to meet them." The car rolled to a stop in the driveway. We kissed. I told the driver to wait, that I would be back for the ride home. He nodded. We got out and I walked Sheri to the door. She opened it, we kissed and embraced; torture, but necessary. I pushed away, a last kiss. Sheri watched me to the cab, blew me a kiss. I smiled, closed the door, waved, and she closed the door. I gave the driver my address and sat in silence for the ride home. I paid the man, exited, and walked to the door. I let myself in, threw my coat on the chair, headed for the wine, poured a glass, and headed upstairs. I was taking off my clothes when the cell rang.

I ran to answer it. "Hi, did you get home okay?"

My angel! We talked. I thanked Sheri for her glorious surprise. It was bliss to hear her voice. I knew this had to be brief. It was. There were promises about the morning. "Do you have instructions for my dress tomorrow, Ma'am?"

Silence. "A skirt, no panties, and a half cup bra. I have a surprise for you that you will enjoy. Any questions, pet?"

"No Ma'am. Please get some rest. I'll see you in the morning. I love you Sheri." I sniffled.

"Stop that now pet. I needed to see you as much as you needed me. No tears." I nodded. "I can't hear you nod, pet."

"Yes Ma'am, no tears. Thank you Ma'am"

"Good night Julia. I love you.'

"I love you too Sheri. Good night ba ... Ma'am." We hung up.

Hmm. A surprise. I wondered. No point. It would be what it was -- and I trusted that I would like it. I had sat through the call nude and shivering. I put on my socks and robe, poured a last glass, and gazed out the window. The room let me know my lover had been here. The scent of it filled my nose and warmed my soul. I finished my wine, went to the bathroom, washed my face and brushed my teeth. She was doe eyed and smiling with me. I sat on the pot, finished, washed, and headed to bed. Robe thrown over a chair, I headed to bed, cuddled my lover to me, and slept.

* * Training Continues * *

Snow. From the looks of it, it had been falling all or most of the night. I took a peek out my window. I grabbed my phone and called Randi. Good thing, too; she was stuck in traffic and estimated she'd be at least thirty minutes late. We agreed that she would text me when she was ten minutes out, with updates if it would be longer. Oh well; it is what it is. A quick morning visit to the bathroom was first. I threw on my robe and, breaking my habit, walked down the stairs to grab some coffee. I poured a cup and chatted briefly with Teresa, telling her Randi would be late with the snow. She had breakfast working so I went to the table. Shower afterwards, I guess. Teresa lets me sleep unless I ask otherwise.

The woman is a goddess. I've said it before, but it's true. Breakfast was perfect; filling, would keep my energy stoked, but wouldn't leave me bloated. When I got up from the table and she came to take the plates and things, I bent to give her a kiss and thanked her. Two blinks and a soft thank you; if she were a politician, her speeches would fill a thimble. I gave a fleeting thought to asking her opinion of my Sheri but didn't; it would have embarrassed her.

I actually hated the thought of a shower this morning. The faintly scented dew of my lover still coated my breasts and stomach. I didn't want to lose the scent. I thought of her -- she'd be okay getting to work. Public transportation was within walking distance of the house and work. I sat at the table in my bedroom and gazed out the window. My mind drifted. I'm sure you can guess where. I smiled at the surprise of seeing her in the foyer, I tingled at our loving, and I wondered what the surprise would be. I sipped, sighed, and headed to the morning routine. Yes, she looked back at me with a smirk and a gleam. I dressed as instructed; the skirt in this cold? I sighed. I settled for a long sleeve blouse and jacket that worked with the skirt. The girls seemed pleased with their confinement. I would need boots and a bag for my shoes. I was ready.

Go cup in hand I strode to the car. Randi waited. I slid in and we were off. We commiserated on the 'joys' of driving in this mess. Even this normal twenty minute commute was a drudge today. I told Randi of my surprise last night. She was genuinely pleased. I was as well; pleased that each of them seemed to like the other. As we pulled up, I mentioned I didn't anticipate being late tonight but that I would let her know as early as possible if that had changed. I headed in to work.

I looked into the corner for Sheri first off. Surprised aren't you? God love her, she was there, busy doing whatever it was she'd been tasked. Her head lifted and a smile came -- oh god, just that and I was damp. I smiled in return and headed to my office. Linda had taken all that in. I motioned for her to come and join me as I shrugged off my coat. I put my purse on the desk, hung up the coat, got a cup of coffee, asked Lin if she wanted one, and headed to the desk. There was a stack of mail waiting. I turned on the computer. Linda sat down and I flipped through and asked, "Anything urgent in here?" She noted that those were on top. She's the best.

I asked if everyone had made it in. She said there were a few who called to say they'd be late. I nodded. She made note of the fact that Sheri was here when she arrived. I gaped, she nodded. Wow! I was impressed. I asked if she, Linda, had tasked her with things to do; she had in fact. Good. Anything more in office scuttlebutt about you know what? She shrugged; apparently not much today. I asked Lin if she thought it necessary for the three of us to powwow about it all. She asked if she could think on it for a bit and get back to me. Well yes of course. I thanked her for her late afternoon efforts -- I had noticed that several of the files were gone from my desk.

She left and I got to work. Mail first, then email, then a quick round of reading on the net. The highly placed, highly compensated executive has to keep up on what's going on out there. Hmm -- one interesting email from an address I didn't recognize. When I opened and read it I laughed out loud. It was from a law firm Cindy had hired to come after me and the company. Apparently I laughed so long and loudly that Lin wandered in to see what was so funny. I motioned for her to come around and read the email. She stood in stunned silence. I saw the anger fill her eyes and face. I printed it. There was a copy sent to Cindy's boss as well. Sheri was listed in the departmental phone book but no where else. I asked Lin to please have the printed email delivered to Mr. Watson. She said she'd take care of it. I waited for the outburst.

"That bitch came after you in front of everyone -- not once but twice, and again at Sheri in the lobby. Only Sheri's good sense and Sue's hustling Sheri away saved the woman from a beat down. The nerve of her -- I'm so angry." I let the rant run its course. I agreed with her about the first. I wasn't even sure, because the firing had been for cause, if she'd be eligible for Worker's Compensation. The whole thing was a bad joke. But I had to let Mr. Watson know so he could get the firm's lawyers on it at once. With Linda, basically, I just shrugged it off. She was fuming as she left.




A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 04



I set about to work. My phone rang. It was Sheri!! "Is my pet dressed as Ma'am ordered?" Me: wet.

"Yes Ma'am."

"I saw the blouse and jacket. That will come in handy for your surprise pet. I will have a plausible reason to visit later and we shall discuss it. Have a good day Ms. Simpson." She hung up. My heart was a trip hammer. I was flushed and wet. I took off the jacket and hung it on the edge of my chair. Yeah great -- this was going to be just another day at the office

Back to it. Mail was handled quickly and put in the "out" basket. Sue replied to my request with a very enthusiastic response. Cool! Linda came in. I looked up; she was looking at my blouse. Damn; one downside of having an ex-lover as your P.A. is she knew how the girls were ... umm, contained. I was already flushed; I ignored the look. "I thought about what you asked, Julia, and I think it might help to have a brief meeting on the subject." We set it up for 11 am.

There was a knock on the door. Linda and Sheri were both walking in. I rose and greeted them both. "Please, have a seat. Linda and I talked it over, Sheri. I thought it might be helpful if we strategize, briefly, on what you might expect in the gossip area. Anything untoward happen so far today?" She said no. We talked briefly. Basically, in my mind, as long as we both minded our 'p's and q's' this would all be yesterdays news in a jiffy, especially in this instant world of ours.

That discussion ended quickly. I asked Sheri to say for a moment. Linda raised an eyebrow, got up, and left, closing the door. She didn't waste any time. "Stand and unbutton your blouse pet." What? I did. "Come here." I did. She rose as I came to the chair. She reached into her pocket. Opening her hand, she said, "Your surprise pet: nipple clamps, another part of your journey into submission." I'd heard of them of course. She pushed down the cup so a nipple was exposed and fastened the clamp. Damn that hurt. She tightened it a bit. She left the nipple exposed and moved to the other breast and repeated the, umm, exercise. Double damn. "That's much better pet. Now button that blouse and let me have a look at you." I did. I stood with my hands at my sides. She looked at me, her eyes burning hot, smiled and said, "Ma'am is very pleased pet. Very pleased indeed; this is a very nice next step for you. I know you'll enjoy it." She took my skirt, lifted it, and smiled. "Very nice pet; I am pleased." She lifted the finger, ran it under her nose, and offered it to my mouth. Woman is a sexual goddess. I wanted her beyond desperation. A quick peck and she turned and left. Five glorious words.

Linda rolled her chair to peek around the corner. I was putting my jacket back on. I blushed, got an eye roll in return, and she was gone. All righty then! That went well. My nipples were screaming. Annie and Oakley were most unhappy. Sorry kids, Momma's got her marching orders; deal with it. It hurt like the dickens and I loved it. How could that be?

The phone rang. It was Maddi. Mr. Watson wanted to see me after lunch. Is 1 pm okay for me? Duh. I thanked her. Perfect. A meeting with the C.F.O. about a pending lawsuit from a disgruntled employee and me with nipple clamps and no panties. Fabulous Julia! Your career has only begun to take wings. The rest of the morning went just as swimmingly. By that I mean I was just about swimming in my own juices. Damn I love her! I called to Linda; she came in. I asked if she had lunch plans. She had gotten a late start with the snow and hadn't made lunch. We ordered sandwiches delivered. They came, I paid, grabbed a bottle of water, ate, and worked. The clock was ticking.

I printed another copy of the email and headed upstairs. A smile from my ... from Sheri warmed me. I headed to the elevator. Maddi was in a good mood. Apparently she was busy spending the pending bonus. She opened the door, announced me, and I walked in to meet with Mr. Watson. It was brief. I'll summarize: He said to forget about it, the whole thing was baseless. Meeting over. That was easy. Mr. Watson just confirmed my thinking. It was a nice, though not unexpected, personal touch for him to do so in a face-to-face meeting. He's too professional to look at my chest; Maddi's eyes gave nothing away. I think I like this.

When I got to my office, I saw an envelope tucked under the back edge of the keyboard. Hmm. I opened it -- Sheri. With shaking hands and pounding heart I read, "Pet -- I have a task for you this evening after work. You are to go to a second hand store and purchase a light colored blouse that is a full size smaller than what you normally wear. Since it's a second hand store there may not be dressing rooms. If there are, also try on a blouse that is two sizes too small. The tighter and more revealing the better pet! Am I clear? Good! Whichever I would prefer, were I there, you are to purchase. When you are at the counter paying, if the attendant is a young female, you will, as she puts the blouse in the bag, be sure to inform her that 'my Ma'am instructed me to buy this as I am her pet.' Should she blush, or in any other way show interest, you are to do whatever is necessary to make your interest in seducing her clear. I expect a full accounting of all this in our phone call tonight, pet. Happy hunting!! Ma'am." My hands were shaking. I was pale. Five goddamn words.

I put the letter in its envelope and in my purse. I opened the door to the washroom, closed and locked it. I unzipped the skirt and sat. Her eyes looked back at me; hers were every bit as hot and wild with lust as mine. I had nipple clamps, no panties, and a task. I was scared out of my wits and every molecule of my body was on fire with desire and want. Who am I? What mattered most, in that moment, was to quell the fire and ache in my loins. It took not even a minute and when it hit I had to bite the washcloth in my mouth to keep from screaming. I shook, I bucked, I clenched, and cried. My fingers were drenched with me. I prayed to god it would never end it was so fabulous. When it finally did I was more rag doll than human. The burn in my nipples was a heavenly, scorching ache. The quivering in my pearl lasted for several minutes after my spend. I was delirious with bliss from it. The ache remained. I was in a place I'd never been and I loved it.

I remained splayed on the toilet for several minutes before even attempting to stand. My hair clung to my forehead. My face remained flush, though this time with unmistakable pleasure. My eyes were soft from it. My legs were shaky. I ran cold water from the tap and slid my wrists under it in an effort to cool down. It took a while for that to take hold. We gazed at each other in the mirror. Behind the softness was an unmistakable gleam. I liked it. Was this gift of submission, still in it embryonic stage, where my future lay? How does a 47 year old female executive in a new relationship, with not one but two clear warnings about her professional comportment, manage her job, her relationship, and her wondrous submission?

Linda peeked around the corner as I sat down. "Everything okay?" I nodded and gave something resembling a smile.

The afternoon dragged on. I answered the phone, conducted business, even managed to finish the report that was time specific. I'm in love with a 20 year old. I moved on to the next folder and opened it. Her eyes are wonderfully green. I looked at the notes and nodded to myself as a plan came together. I couldn't tell Randi to drive me to the store. She would drop me at home and I would take a cab to the store and back. This is good. When this spreadsheet is finished I'll be ready for tomorrow. What if the clerk is interested? What do I do? Two meetings lay ahead tomorrow - early in the morning and late in the afternoon. There were hotels near the office. I could get a room. I need her. The morning meeting was the more complex of the two and would demand my full attention. Did I want to rush lovemaking with She ... Ma'am? What was the forecast tomorrow? More snow? Better be sure to let Randi know. Is the rest of my life going to be like this?

Oh god. I heard her voice. She was talking to Linda at her desk. I heard bits and pieces ... one assignment was finished, another given. Can you please come to me and let me love you? I heard them both laughing. I love her laugh. She peeked in as she walked by and winked. Oh god, help me. My nipples were on fire. It was 4 pm. Ahh! That's why Sheri was at Linda's desk. It was her quitting time. Linda had given her the assignment for tomorrow. I want to look into her eyes. I sent Randi a text to confirm a 5 pm pickup. I called home to let Teresa I would be home around 6 pm. Does she know how beautiful she looks when she sleeps? I laughed. Of course not you love blind goof. I sat at my desk.

When it took me it shook me to my core. My eyes closed. My hips came off the chair. I bucked. The heat of it was unlike any I had ever known. I was certain I would pass out. The pleasure of it was so intense my eyes teared. I had not touched myself since my spend in the bathroom and I was in the throes of an overwhelming, blinding, orgasm. Five divine words.

It finally passed. I felt my lip bleed. I had bitten it. When I finally opened my eyes Linda was in the doorway; her mouth hung open, her eyes were wide. I couldn't focus on her right away. She just turned, closed the door, and left. I love you. Finally, I got up and went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and rinsed my face. The ache was gone. She smiled back at me.

My phone buzzed. Randi. I stood on shaky legs, got my coat and purse and headed out. What for I did not know - yet. Linda was not at her desk when I left. Good. The air was bitter cold. I looked up; a cloudless sky. Sweet home, Chicago. The streets were clear of snow. The ride home was quick. Randi was cordial. I was quiet. I thanked her when I got out.

I waited till her car turned the corner, went to that corner and hailed a cab. My hands shook as I sat and gave the driver the address. If you are from Chicago, and gay, you know where I was headed. If you're not it doesn't matter. The store is gigantic; it serves a most worthy cause. The fare was less than ten dollars. I gave the cab a twenty, told him it would be a round trip, and asked him to wait for a few minutes. It was an act of faith in humanity. With a shrug and a deep breath I walked in. I took a peek at the counter. Oh lord, they are ALL female. I was screwed. Very funny. I could lie. Ma'am wouldn't know. She was in her house or the library. God! There was a bar on one corner and a building with a first floor sitting area across the street. She could be in either one. She had to know which shop I would go to. She left at 4 pm. She could have come here, pretending to shop, to check out the counter. Umm, they could all be straight. Umm., that did not preclude their interest. I knew that. Some of my more memorable encounters were with out of town, bisexual, married women. They, umm, tended to be a bit on the wild side, thankfully. I blushed when I thought of her: Sophie. Yummy.

I wandered the aisles looking for blouses in my size, light colored. I looked as I wandered -- no dressing rooms. I didn't remember any on previous visits. She had to have known. Oh my god, that was some night with Sophie. She is a Brit and on a busin ... Never mind. I found one, pure white, virginal. It was perfect; one size smaller. (I'm not telling so shut up.) And now the fun starts. Will her eyes be as green as yours? My feet moved as in quicksand and weighted with concrete. She smiled brightly at me. "Did you find everything okay?" I nodded. She took the blouse, clipped the tag, and said, "That will be five dollars please." I handed her the money.

My mouth was a desert. My heart thudded in ... you know where. She put the blouse in a bag. Someone said, "My Ma'am told me to buy that; I'm her pet." It may have been me. The blood roaring in my ears left me unsure.

She smiled sweetly and said, "How lovely for you."

I said, "If you would come with me I will give you whatever earnings you are missing by leaving early."

The smile broadened. "I think I might like that. I'll get my things."

The stars were aligned. She took my hand, we left and the cab was waiting. There is a Best Western nearby. I told the driver. She asked, "What's your name?"

I said, "Becca."

"So Becca, from the color of your face you've not been a subbie too long." (Please help me!) "I'm Ruth by the way -- how long sweetie?"

"It's only been a short while actually Ruth." God, they are blue and beautiful. Her nose had a gold loop. Both eyebrows had little rings. I saw six or seven studs in one ear and guessed the other had the same. Would she like me? We got to the hotel. I paid.

Just before we got out she kissed me. "It'll be okay Becca, we both like girls. You're on an assignment. I'm here to help." Five tasty words.

I gave them my credit card. No, I didn't have a fucking reservation. Just give me a room. (Inside voice) I smiled somewhat sweetly. The young man behind the desk kept looking at Ruth. Fuck you. I signed the bill and took the key. Ruth smiled fabulously, took my hand, and we walked to the elevator. I might faint here. Inside she turned to me and said, "Kiss me Becca." I did and I liked it. She was very young and she was a very, very good kisser. I'm not cheating on my girlfriend when my Ma'am sends me out on assignment, right? No of course not you goof. Green eyes smiled at me. The elevator door opened. She put her arm around my waist as we walked. I slid the plastic key in the door -- it opened. She turned on the light and said, "Are you coming Becca?"

I stepped inside and took off my coat. She locked the door and took my coat and hung it up!! She took hers off and hung it up. She took my hand and led me to the slaugh ... bed. In a blink her top and bra were off and she lay back on the bed. Direct is good. "You're on assignment honey and I'm here to help." Hmm. She's what? 20, maybe? Shut up Julia. As long as she's legal and I'm not paying her it's good. Umm, about that; never mind. Her nipples are pierced - like I couldn't have guessed. "I guess you could just stand there but I think your Ma'am won't like your report Becca." She smiled at me. She had a point. I took off my jacket, threw it on the other bed. The blouse ... Oh god, the clamps; I was mortified. I stood there. Her eyes stayed on me, clear and steady.

"I ... umm ... don't do this very often," I croaked.

"I know, or, rather, that's what I figured. That's part of why I decided to come with you." Five impossible words.

I took off the blouse. Her eyes widened. I undid the front clasp and shrugged the bra off. She nearly drooled.

"Oh my god Becca, you're so beautiful. Let me take those off for you please." Can a human being get more crimson? She cooed, "This is going to sting, baby. You probably know that. I'll try to make it better. Ya know what? Let me take them both off at once. It'll sting like a bitch but it'll be over sooner too. Just squeeze my hands."

Oh god it hurt. The blood rushed in and I squeezed as I cried. She turned pale. Apparently I am stronger than I look. She was right. The pain was gone soon. Not soon enough, but soon.

"I'm so sorry if I hurt you Ruth. You were right though. It did make it stop faster." She nodded. I kissed her. She unzipped my skirt and giggled.

"Oh Becca, for a forty-something executive, you are one brazen cougar." I need a drink of my wine as I type. Okay. She leaned and licked the full length of my pussy. "Mmm ... and you taste delicious baby." She stood, took off her jeans and panties - no socks. "Becca, I'm meeting friends after work for drinks. I know you're on assignment but we gotta get this done." Young, practical, and a good kisser; the girl had a good future. "You're the subbie honey; want me to lead?"

I'll show you the meaning of cougar kiddo!! I climbed astride her, kissed her, pushed her legs open with mine, and made ready for my assault. She may have been little, a bit shorter than me, and lighter (not telling) but she was a tiger. Her breasts were small and gorgeous. The areolae and nipples were a lovely light shade of brown. My fingers teased them as I kissed her. Her hips sought purchase. I didn't give it. My car and I'm driving tonight. I took her hands, which were scratching ridges into my back, pulled them over her head and held them there. She went crazy. Okay, I thought, and I tilted my sex to hers and started. She moaned into the kiss. Good. Ignition on. I took my other hand and pinched the nipple; a bit interesting, it being pierced. She must have liked it. She bucked furiously beneath me and screamed. I never released her mouth; I didn't want to. I finally turned her hands loose, grabbed her legs and held them high and wide as I took her. She swore everlasting lust. She begged to some deity I'd never heard of for release. Hey!! I'm trying here!

Her arms flailed madly. She was gorgeous. Green eyes smiled. I went faster than I thought possible. She keened, bucked, clawed air and came -- screaming. The force of it and her wild excitement took me with her. I felt her writhing as my stomach clenched for the third time. My god! My hair got pulled something fierce as she brought me to her nipple. I swallowed it, and most of her breast, in my mouth. Lovely. I thought she was going to break my still sore nose. I had trouble breathing. (I managed) She crested gloriously and collapsed; mine had begun to slip away a few seconds earlier. I was tired but I held myself up so I could look at her. Nerves; it must have been nerves. Her hair was very short and a deep red. Her face and neck were flushed a bright red. A woman in the glory of her orgasm is a spectacular thing to see. Thank you; be sure to let all your friends know. Humor! When her eyes opened I bent to kiss her. It was sweet and soft. When I pulled away she smiled shyly. "My, my, my, the cougar can dance. Got time for one more Becca? My treat."

Hell yeah. She rolled me over and turned clear around in a classic 69. Whoa Momma! (Editorial note: I must admit ladies, this is not one of my more fav positions. I find one or the other of us gets distracted a bit in our pleasure and the other gets left behind. But enough about me.) I was all ready to enjoy and she stopped. Umm. "Becca, please know. I don't do drugs, don't use needles and get tested every month. It's just part of why I work there." I admit, I melted. In the middle of it all I hadn't given it a thought. Stupid!

"Come here Ruthie." She turned; I crooked my finger and lifted my arms. Her eyes were curious. "That was very sweet. In the moment I didn't think about it but thank you for telling me." I kissed her very softly; it deepened quickly. Yum.

Finally, "Becca, I'm not promiscuous but I'm hardly a virgin. I'm very gay, but that doesn't mean I can't get an STD. You have more at risk than me in not knowing. I'm a college student at ..." I must have turned pale; the same place as Sheri. She must have seen it. She laughed hysterically. "Your Ma'am goes the same school as me. Oh how funny. I must meet her and tell her how fabulous you are." If you come within ten miles of her I'll cut your heart out, bitch. Mine!

I smiled sweetly. The mood was gone -- just that fast. I wanted out of there. I wanted her gone. I wanted to talk to my honey. She saw it. She sat up. Her head was down. Great, now I feel bad. I pulled her to me; she was tense and resisted. I said, softly, "Please Ruthie." She finally looked and saw my tears. She lay atop me and I hugged her. We kissed. "I'm sorry honey. I love her. I feel like I'm cheating on her and she asked me to do this. God love you, you went along with it. I was your age once (she smiled) and I'm sure I wouldn't have had the nerve or courage. You are a fabulous kisser and a wonderful, passionate lover. You're very lovely. Thank you. You made a very difficult night a wonderful one." She lowered herself to me and took me in her arms. The kiss was passionate, soft and sweet. How amazing is life?




A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 04



"Thank you Becca ..."

"Julia." She nodded.

"Thank you Julia. There was something about you that was so vulnerable; and you're cute. I enjoyed it -- and you."

We dressed in silence and quickly. She held my coat, I put it on, and we walked to the elevator, hand in hand. In the elevator, she said, "Julia, you don't have to take me back to work. I'm just going to meet my friends. I can walk to the L." I started to say something; she knew and stopped me. "Please don't. This wasn't about the money." She smiled. Yum. "You're going to have a great story for your Ma'am, Julia. I hope she enjoys it as much as we did." What a doll!

When we left the hotel we kissed. It was long and hard and lovely. She held my cheeks in her hands. She looked at me with a twinkle and said, "Mission accomplished Ms. Phelps." I laughed and laughed. I'll tell ya later. I asked if she was sure she was okay with the L. She nodded, "Every day, six days a week, round trip. And that doesn't count the trips downtown for shopping, museums and the like. I wasn't born here but I know my way around a little." All righty then. With a cute little wave she turned and walked south. I waited until she turned the corner westbound and flagged a cab. I need my baby. Home James. Nearly home and my phone rang. Sheri!!

"Hiiiii!"

"I want to hear it all pet. Every little detail."

"Ma'am, I'm nearly home in a cab. May I please tell you when I'm in the house?"

Silence. "Pet, tell the cabbie to drive. You'll tell me while you're in the cab; every little morsel of it." Oh lord. Silence. "You do not want to keep me waiting pet." Fuck.

So I began. I told of reading her letter, of working at my desk and how I'd had a shattering orgasm not having touched myself. There were no questions to this point. I continued, telling of my nerves in the cab ride. I told her of the blouse, and my words to the clerk. "Her name is Ruth Ma'am. She's very young, very cute, and she agreed right away." I went on, telling of the hotel, how Ruth had taken off her top and bra, and my hesitation. I told of her teasing me about needing to finish the assignment, as she called it, (Sheri laughed there) and that we'd better get to it. I spoke of the clamps and her surprise. How she took them off and I nearly broke her hands. That she had unzipped my skirt, that she'd licked me, that I was delicious. I heard Sheri's breathing quicken. I told her what she'd said about me being a cougar and what I'd thought. She chuckled. I detailed our lovemaking and how lovely she was. I explained that when we finished, we dressed and left. She'd refused my offer of a cab and money and walked to the L.

"You have the blouse?" Yes. "The clamps?" Yes. "I'm thoroughly aroused pet. You've done very well today; rather spectacularly actually. Your Ma'am is most pleased." I was blushing and very wet. "How do you think I should resolve this ache in my pussy pet?" I thought.

"I could have the cab bring me to the house, Ma'am." I could hear her smile.

"That would be lovely pet. But no, I think you will listen as I pleasure myself. I've already started. You will want to touch yourself as well pet; you will not. Is that understood?" Fuck! She knew. I nodded in frustration. "I cannot hear your nod pet." Bitch.

"Yes of course Ma'am. I am not to ... I glanced in the mirror; his eyes were on me. "I am not to touch myself while I listen to you bring yourself to orgasm." Asshole.

"I was there pet." I knew it!! "I had gone straight from work and checked the counter. I was across the street; not in the bar. I watched. You hesitated getting out of the cab; you stood on the sidewalk for a moment. I thought you might not do it. You walked in and came to the counter with your blouse. I saw your face -- crimson. I saw your lips move and her smile. I knew you'd done it and that she said yes. I didn't approach any of them, pet. This was all about you and your submission. Would you fulfill your task?" I heard it coming in her. Sheri had trouble talking as her words and breaths came in gasps. Her spend was close. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to see it all. "Oh, oh god, oh Julia!! Yes, yes baby, thank you pet." I heard her as she came, every moan, every sigh, every squeak, and a scream when she peaked.

"I love you Ma'am. I did as you asked. It scared me, but I did it. I think I understand; I needed to, for me. I was lucky to find someone as wonderful as Ruth but she was only a player in the learning. I never knew how much I needed this."

I held my hand over the speaker and told the driver to take me home. I gave him the address again.

I heard Sheri's breathing as she eased back. "Pet, yes, it's time for you to head home. After you have your dinner you will call me again. I will want to hear your spend." Oh my god! "Your training will continue pet. I love you very much." 

We said our goodbyes. How could I be so tired and so wet? Did I care? Not one bit. I paid the driver; no tip. Fuck you. I heard him mutter as I left, "Fuckin' dykes." I noted the cab number. Careful! She's five foot four with black hair!!

Dinner was on the table under a cover. It was cold. I ate every bit of it. I was famished, wet, and smiling. I gulped the glass of wine and poured another. I deserved it. Delicious! Figure out which I meant. I know and I'm not tellin'. I looked at the bag with the blouse. I wondered if Sheri would tell me tonight. I took the dishes to the kitchen and put them in the sink, put in the stopper, dish soap, and ran the water. Teresa wouldn't say anything but it didn't matter. It was a little thing; part of the new me. I smiled. I dried my hands after drying the dishes, turned, picked up my purse, the bag and my wine, and headed upstairs.

Which first, the shower or phone call? Hmm, a quandary. Oh! Ma'am wanted to hear my spend. I set down the purse and bag, took a sip of the wine, and undressed. I missed the clamps. No, I have no explanation. I reached for my phone and the wine and headed to my bed. No toys required, thank you very much! I ran both hands over my body. I stretched, very languidly, slowly, and most gloriously. I felt the smile on my lips. I was a goddess. I thought about it. There were very few times I felt so alive, so much a woman, and so very sexual. Ruth was so young and she loved my loving. I tingled thinking of it. I called my lover. She breathed her greeting, "I love you Julia." Five lovely words.

"And I love you Sheri. More than I thought possible. Thank you, Ma'am."

I heard the sniffle. She loved me! We were quiet for a while. Sheri's voice was little, "How good?" Green eyed monster.

Sheri would understand why I left it out. "She goes to the same school as you." I heard her gasp. "She's a bit smaller and lighter than I am. She's got very red hair, she's lovely, really. Her nails were ripping my back to shreds and I took her hands and held them over her head. She absolutely went nuts -- wildcat nuts. She called me a cougar; I tore her up with our sex." I almost said lovemaking. "When she had her orgasm, she took me with her. Then she told me where she went to school and that she wanted to meet you. I had a thought that if she did I would cut her heart out. I couldn't bear it -- to lose you." I heard the sob. My eyes filled.

Then I heard her, cold and hard, "You kept something from me!" Uh oh.

"Yes Ma'am. I ... I didn't want to tell you. For me, for us -- it was stupid and selfish. As big as it is, you'd be unlikely to cross paths with her at school. I never spoke your name, nor did she ask." Silence again. I could hear her thinking.

Her voice was soft again. "I think, if I put myself in your place tonight, I may have done as you've explained pet. There will be no ... all's forgiven. Tell me of the cab ride home." Tease!

"A man; he drank up every word of it. I caught him looking once so I was very graphic in my explanation." I heard the snicker. "I paid him and didn't tip him. He called me a fucking dyke as I left so I took the cab number." Sheri giggled. "I'll be reporting him to the proper officials Ma'am."

"Let it go pet. It is part of your submission." I knew that Sheri. "Do you need a spend after your day, pet?"

"I am tired. But, of course, I would love to."

"Do you know how wet I was all day pet? When I wrote the letter, my heart pounded. It was a bit much but I thought you were up to the task. I didn't know of your spend but am glad to hear of it! Glorious! It gave me a good push toward my own, which you were part of." I blushed at her words -- and her love. "I think perhaps we both need our rest, pet. So I shall give you a good night kiss and tell you how much I love you. You have pleased your Ma'am, greatly, with your courage. You wear submission well, Julia. It is truly you." I nodded. She knew it ... it was growing in me as well.

"Thank you Ma'am. You're very right; it does grow. How you knew is beyond me but you did."

"Pet, that is not for you to think about tonight, if ever. There will be more ... they may shock you. I will not ask more of you than I believe you capable of nor will I humiliate you. Ever!" I cried at her words. "I love you baby. We were fated to be together and I'm glad. Sleep sweet Julia darling. I love you!" Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I sniffled. "I love you as well Sheri." Somehow I knew that was enough. A few more words and we hung up. I cried hot tears of joy as I hugged her tight. I fell asleep to dreams of a tall, lithe, red head with green eyes and cat-like quickness.

Author's Note: Another chapter of what wound up being a rather long story -- more to come. Thanks to all for reading, for your votes, and for all the wonderful comments and email!! I hope all of you enjoy the tale as it unfolds. As ever, this is a flight of fantasy; completely fictitious. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us my apologies.



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A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 05



Yay, watching N.Y.P.D. Blue paid off. Dennis Franz may be from here, but I spent many a night 'seducing' Janice Liscalsi. I lusted in the fevered recesses of my mind for the hot blonde who didn't last all that long.

I set down the drinks, leaned over and kissed my girl. I leaned into her ear, "Butchie behind the bar thinks I'm hot." The greens went dark and hot. Oh goodie! Sheri smiled sweetly and nodded. I stuck my tongue in her ear. She grabbed a pigtail, pulled me back over her legs and kissed me hot and hard like she owned me. Body and soul baby!! Completely. Sheri stood, pushed me on the chair and opened several buttons on my blouse. Her eyes were wild and hot; she really is going to do it. Five exquisitely transforming words. She pushed the blouse so it was over my breast – No, I don't know how. She tugged and exposed my breast. Sheri kissed me while making sure those who could saw it exposed. She moved and covered it with her mouth. I threw my head back and cried out. My best slut imitation – to date! If Sheri approves I'll share others; gotta keep the audience at a fevered pitch of anticipation and arousal. I am sex!!

The pulsing bass pounded me; the heat of her mouth and the naked, erotic passion of it were intoxicating, rich, and hot. My arms hung at my sides as she ravaged me. I felt the cool air on my nipple; the blouse moved again; the other was exposed and devoured. Colors in my eyes; I felt fingers slip inside my sopping center; a mouth covered mine. My eyes went wide in shock. The fingers, maybe; the mouth wasn't Sheri's. I grabbed at her hair; she never moved. I was under assault. Was this stranger ... had Sheri approved? How? When? She looked very young; she was very young. Ruth? Wrong color hair. Oh god; I screamed when it rolled through me like a dark summer storm. I bucked off the chair with it. I grabbed the chair with my hands to push at the heat with my hips and pussy. Whoever and however this happened I was helpless in it.

The two authors of my ravaging kept at me relentlessly, god bless them!! I owe my very soul to one; I might be angry with her for the other. I cried for mercy; she was busy at my breast. I begged for it to never end and screamed in frustration when it did. The lips and tongue on mine and the fingers in my depths disappeared. I moaned. My nipple was suddenly chilled. My head was tilted at an impossible angle over the back of the chair, my legs splayed. I felt her breath in my ear and Sheri whispered, "Baby I want you to meet my roommate Nikki." Lips pressed to mine; my eyes fluttered open. Dark brown eyes peered into mine. The tongue flicked again at my ear. "She's on the softball team. I told her to meet us here. I wanted you to meet her. I love you Julia. Thank you for being so brave." The only thing that looks good on me is you!!

The mouth left mine. I finally had the strength to sit up. I straightened the blouse – pathetic. I looked at Sheri. There was a smile on her lips; her eyes were bright and dark with love. I saw Sheri turn her head, smile and nod. "Nikki, this is my Julia. I think you've met." I turned my head to her. She was achingly beautiful. Ladies, you know what I mean. They take the breath from you when you look at them. A thought flitted somewhere in my mind: You may be the catcher on your softball team baby, but you are the pitcher with this one. She could barely hold my gaze; her eyes kept flitting to Sheri. For as loudly as the music pounded the room, it was surprisingly silent otherwise. I could feel the sexual tension in the air; the eyes on what had been (I prayed) an erotic, enticing show. Butchie came by with fresh drinks for the three of us. "On the house ladies." Had Sheri's eyes been daggers, she would have been D.O.A. She nearly ran back behind the bar. 

Sheri's voice was hot with fire, "Don't anyone dare take a sip." Nikki nearly broke her neck bobbing her head up and down. I stared in wonder. Sheri's eyes blazed as she spat, "Don't take a drink you or someone you trust didn't see poured. Don't take sip of a drink you left while you were dancing! Show over; let's get the fuck outta here." She stood, Nikki stood at attention. I did my best to stagger to my feet without teetering. "Nikks, you lead, I trail." Out we went. I think I heard applause as the door closed. Apparently this was a familiar neighborhood. Sheri led us to a much quieter bar down the street. She found a table, we sat and ordered drinks. I paid. I looked at Nikki. Sheri was Venus; Nikki's eyes shone with love. She was too young to harm. I knew how she felt. I only envied her youth. If Nikki tried to kiss my honey, she would meet a violent end. Mine!

We had a quick drink. My eyes begged for mercy; Sheri nodded. Coats on, purses in hand, we headed outside. I hailed a cab. We piled in, Sheri gave directions. I hated knowing that Sheri wouldn't be with me for the night. I had to trust that she wouldn't let this gorgeous, infatuated child touch her; I knew she had. Sheri was in the middle, her arm circled my shoulder. I lay my head on hers. Nikki slumped in silent acknowledgement of the pecking order. Mine! We came to the house. I told the driver to wait. I'd be going into the city. I bravely kissed Nikki and lied about how nice it was to meet her. She feigned a smile; life sucks then ya die kid. Our embrace was tender and poignant; the kiss sweet and deep. I drowned in it again. We spoke of our love. I would see her at work tomorrow; there would be no phone call at this late hour. Sheri waved as the two of them entered the house. I had bitter, hot tears as I waved and faked my smile. I cried the whole way home. I cried myself to sleep hugging her close. 





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I glanced at the clock. My god it's 11:30 pm. "Good lord, you have to go!" She kissed me sweetly. Umm? Oh?

"I'm staying the night. We'll go to work together in the morning." What? Sheri nodded. "Nikki will be here at 7 am with clothes; several sets, actually. I'll wear one outfit to work and put the others in our closet." Sheri smiled. I looked at her dumbfounded. This whole evening had been carefully thought out, planned, orchestrated, and carried out. "You have an extra robe, right Julia?" I nodded. "Then Teresa won't faint at the sight of my nudity." She smiled brightly. We both fell about laughing. I laughed so hard I pounded my legs up and down on the mattress. 

We lay in bed together, side by side, speaking in soft tones about ... as I write, I can't remember specifics. It was sweet. I really couldn't argue much; the truth is I wanted Sheri here with me all the time. It wasn't just our lovemaking, it was us. We are in love. Sheri had her whirlwind life, I had my career. Our lives intersected when they could. I always wanted more. I, um, always do. Shut up peanut gallery! Tomorrow would be an adventure, no doubt. Nikki is yummy. No, she is cover girl beautiful. 

We both did our bathroom things. Sheri wet first. In the mirror, she looked at me. She nodded, her eyes soft. She likes Sheri too. Her eyes told me that she knew Sheri loved me; she blushed when she said it. I nodded in agreement. If we are both okay with this, I'm good. I touched my fingers to my lips and gave them to her. She smiled at me. I slid into our bed next to my Sheri. We kissed and murmured words of love. I lay my head on her shoulder and slid away, gently, to sleep.





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I was told to stand (fuck!) and Nikki was told to put the harness and dildo in place. That done, she lay on the bed while I mounted her. Sheri climbed on the bed in reverse cowgirl over Nikki's mouth. We all three completely enjoyed THAT little go round!! I must share – I wasn't sure I had the energy for another. Umm, suffice to say that my lover's energy and assistance aided in my rather vigorous fucking of that very slender, lithe, feminine form. Sheri screamed in our kiss as hers took her. My fingers aided, rather nicely, I thought, to her considerable spend. 

After, she lay on her back as Nikki serviced her quite completely. I lay next to my honey, caressing her, loving her breasts, sharing kisses with my beloved. Her breathing sped up as it came over her. I moved to her breast, bathed it completely as my hand took her other nipple and teased it. For a moment I thought the force of her hips might just throw the tiny body clear over her head. Nikki managed to maintain her grip as she took Sheri the rest of the way through the explosion.

When Sheri fully recovered (it took a while as both of us softly and gently loved her) she rose, went to the bathroom, then the chair. As Nikki was pleasuring me one yet more time, praise god, Sheri took her phone from her purse, scrolled through it, and raised it to her ear. "Yes pet; she'll be ready in about 20 minutes. You know the address."

I forgot this detail – Sheri had told me she'd arranged one of her others to drive to my home and pick Nikki up. Sorry.

Nikki brought me round again; it wasn't quite the blistering tidal wave of heat the others were but I damn well liked it. I also wasn't sure I'd be able to walk any time soon. Sheri directed Nikki to go clean up, use the washroom, and dress to go home. She came and lay with me on the bed. She kissed me tenderly. Her eyes were warm. I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure. I pulled her to me and hugged her as best I could. 

We lay like that as Nikki came out and dressed. When she finished she stood at the side of the bed and held a robe for Sheri. She put it on. Nikki came to my side of the bed and bent to kiss me. I smiled, held her face in my hands, "Nikki, you are stunningly beautiful. You're a gifted, passionate, and skilled lover. Thank you. I enjoyed this, and you, immensely." I kissed her. She blushed and murmured her thanks. Sheri looked on quite proudly; the smile radiated her sense of pride, joy, and love. 

Sheri handed Nikki the leash. She slipped it in her pocket, and followed Sheri down the stairs. I heard the door open and close. Sheri came back to our bed, shrugged off the robe, threw it on the bed, and slid in next to me. We spoke of the night. Yes, I enjoyed it thoroughly. Yes she was very proud of both of us. Our voices were low and soft, our kisses warm and sweet. We fell asleep, together, quickly.



Author's Note: Another chapter of what is already a rather long story – more to come. Thanks to all for reading, for your votes, and for all the wonderful comments and email!! I hope all of you enjoy the tale as it unfolds. This is a flight of fantasy; completely fictitious. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us my apologies.



A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 06







A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 06



We had a luxurious, sexy shower together, dressed, and headed out to Charlotte. What a gem! I had no idea. The details will be sparse, though the Chamber of Commerce will groan. You really must visit! It's a very old, very modern, very diverse, and an extraordinarily vibrant city! There! This is me sticking out my tongue.

We found a restaurant for lunch. Being a bit off the beaten path it was near empty. The food was beyond good. We gorged and, after paying the bill, waddled out to continue our adventure. At one point, Sheri nearly cried as she begged me to find a rest room. The "golden arches" gave her a place for relief; me too. We wandered, stopped, shopped, kissed, and enjoyed ourselves. I did have to ask a slip of a thing for directions back to the hotel. We had time for, umm, showers and more.  I was proud of us. We got to Sue and Georgia's early! They both greeted us warmly. Their eyes showed their surprise and love. It was a great night!!

We got back to the room around 11. We both shed our clothes, got into bed, and, in each other's arms, fell sound asleep.

We had left the girls with promises of a phone call. We both woke up late Sunday morning after a much needed night of sleep. I called Sue; we agreed to meet in the hotel for brunch at 11. I winked at Sheri. She headed to the bathroom and the Jacuzzi. Geez. Insatiable is her name. I declare, for someone with the schedule Sheri has and the demands it makes of her, her energy is astonishing. I write this next with awe. Somehow Sheri found new ways for the jets to pleasure me. The water was quite tepid as we lay, panting, attempting to recover. She stood first; she did have to take me under my arms and help me to my feet. Sheri began to giggle. I looked at her, followed her eyes, and joined in. I think the Jacuzzi had sprung a leak!! We toweled dry, did our hair and makeup. Sheri picked out my clothes for the day. No bra? Gawd. Yes Ma'am.

The girls were waiting in the lobby for us. They both looked at me. Georgia blushed, Sue rolled her eyes. Sheri smiled brightly. She did feel compelled to mention, with a twinkle in her eye, that the Jacuzzi had sprung a leak. Neither of them did more than nod; our passion was old news by then. None of us was in a rush. We dawdled wonderfully. They are simply delightful. We all agreed that this had been an outstanding weekend of friendship and fun. Our goodbyes were long, a wee bit teary, and full of hugs and kisses. When they finally headed to their car, I went to the desk and took care of business. We headed to the room. Some time later, we dressed, again, and began to pack. I put a bra on! I needed a nap. The flight was early enough we would get back in time for Sheri to prepare for her morning classes. She had wanted to bring work with her; I pitched a full-blown hissy over it. We finished, walked around the room and the bathroom to be sure we hadn't left anything behind, gathered everything, and headed downstairs to the waiting car. The flight was okay. I slept. Sheri still laughs about that. Randi was waiting for us and whisked us home. Sheri gave her the highlights. Randi smiled a lot; her eyes got really big a couple of times. Teresa was waiting for us with the door open. The three of us took our bags to the door. Hugs, a pick up time established, and Randi left. Teresa smiled at us both!! Amazing.

Most of what was in our luggage went into the laundry. We headed downstairs. Sheri spread out her work on the dining room table and got busy. Teresa came and asked if either of us cared for something to drink. I looked at Sheri; we both blinked. Idjits both; we hadn't had dinner. I was a bit embarrassed to ask Teresa to make us something. She smiled and nodded. I sat with Sheri as she worked. Teresa brought us drinks; the food followed shortly. Nothing fancy, not too much; mouth watering good. I let Sheri get back to work, took the dishes and things to the kitchen and set them in the sink. Teresa gawked. I kissed her, thanked her, and whispered that I wanted to marry Sheri. She smiled warmly and nodded.

Leaving Sheri to her studies, I took my book and sat in the living room with my drink. I knew that after Teresa finished she would head to bed for the night. Even though I had napped on the plane I was still weary. I read some. Sheri's kiss woke me. I put my arms around her neck. She led me upstairs, helped me out of my clothes; there's danger ahead, cheri! Yes, for a moment or two I tingled with want. Sheri smiled, brought the covers up over me, kissed me and told me to sleep. I pouted; she bit my lip. Bitch. I tweaked her nipple. Sheri said, "Begging will get you everything pet." A last kiss and she went back downstairs to her work. I dreamed of a green eyed woman doing the limbo to thunderous applause. 





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"Anything else?" He (the name plate said Stack) asked the question, his face an impassive, stoic mask.

"I heard, through channels, that early the next morning she was fired, for cause, and escorted from the building. My boss filled me in. A week, maybe two weeks later, I got an email from a law firm that she was filing a lawsuit. I had it sent to my boss. He told me soon after to forget about it. Our legal people deemed it baseless. Not a word since." I shrugged.

Stack said, gently, "My partner and I are primaries, Ms. Simpson. We'll want to go through this with you again. We'll be interviewing others on the scene. May I have your boss's name please?" Oh God. I gave it to him. 

I looked at Renee. "When can I see my Sheri?" My eyes pleaded with her.

"I don't know yet Julia. Let me get an update. Are you okay?"

"Better, yes, thank you." She got up to leave. I looked at the policeman. "Is that helpful? I want the bitch locked up for good. She's fucking crazy." 

He nodded his head. The smile was empathetic. "You've been very helpful Ms. Simpson. We'll be speaking to others. Oh, what is your friend's name, the one who interacted with this Cindy? I gave him Sue's name and told him she lived and worked in Charlotte. He added it to his notes. "This is a good head start. Where can I contact you when we need to speak with you?" I gave him my cell number.

"I'm going to be here at the hospital a lot. I suppose we can do this here but I don't want to do it in front of Sheri." 

He nodded. "I understand. When she's able we'll need a statement from her, of course." Fuck! I nodded. Renee came back. I looked; she was smiling. My God, the tears started again. He looked at Renee and back at me. He stood, offered his hand. "I'm going to go. Thank you for your help. Good luck to your friend. We'll be in touch. Try and have a good one." Jesus God, I know he meant well. He nodded to Renee on his way out. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.

I stood. "Tell me please." She came and sat in the chair. I took the hint and sat.

"Okay. Right now, looks like they'll take her to O.R." My eyes filled. She held up her hand. "Julia, it's more to make sure that nothing major has been nicked. If not, they'll look for and repair what they can. We'll know more after all that. They've got her on I.V. pain meds. They've got her listed as serious but stable." My eyes begged. "They'll let me know when, Julia. I know it's tough; try to be patient." She squeezed my hand. I couldn't help it. I leaned, lay my head on her shoulder and sobbed. Desperate, aching, fearful, grateful, wracking sobs. Renee put her arms around me and let me cry. She talked through my sobs. "She's young Julia, in good physical shape. It'll help. Does she play sports?" Oh Jesus, I have to get to Nikki, tell her, find Sheri's parents and tell them. 

I sat up and wiped my eyes. "She's on her college softball team."

Renee nodded, "It'll help her a lot honey." She stayed with me a while longer. I wasn't the only one in E.R. She had to go. In fact, I had to go. Renee had an aide take me to a surgical waiting room. "I'll make sure the aide tells the nurses who you are and why you're there." She hugged me briefly. "Good luck to you both Julia."

I'm not sure I've met many as nice, especially for the shitty circumstances. I grabbed our purses. The aide took me to an elevator. We got off and she led me to the waiting room. She, Tanisha, asked that I take a seat. She would be right back. I took out my phone and called Lin. 

She answered, nearly screaming, "Is she okay, Julia? Will Sheri be okay?" Lord, everyone has to be worried half to death.

"Yes, thankfully, I think so. They're going to take her to an operating room but it seems to be more about making sure she's okay. It's very early but they seem to think she'll be fine. That's all I know right now."

Poor thing was crying. "Oh lord, I'm so glad. I called Kat; she was frantic." I didn't hear the rest. Should I call Sue? 

"Linda!" I interrupted her. "I can't talk long. Please don't say anything more than I told you!! I'll let you know when I know more. Did the police talk to you?" 

"They asked a lot of questions. They said they'll be back later for more. What earth is wrong with that moron?"

"I don't know honey. I honestly don't." I told her I had to go. She begged for an update. I promised and said goodbye.

Tanisha came back. She'd told the nursing staff who I was and who Sheri was. They'd update me. I thanked her. The crash came down hard on me. The adrenaline was gone. I was limp. I wanted to sleep. I wouldn't do anything until I had seen Sheri with my own eyes. I walked to the nurse's station. When asked, I practically begged for a cup of coffee. Maybe it was my eyes; the nurse nodded, stood, and came back with a cup of liquid gold. She told me where I could find more. I wanted to hug her. I gushed my appreciation, went back to my chair, and gratefully drank the piping hot, black coffee. 

Oh God! I had to call Teresa and Randi. I called Randi first; my god, it was already 4 pm. She answered. I cried. I told her, haltingly. She was shocked. She told me, over my protestations, to call when I was ready to go home, regardless of what time. Thank you sweetie. Teresa: Silence, then she cried. I cried. I promised to call with an update when I had one. I had no idea when I'd be home. Poor thing. I was so moved. While I was on the phone with Teresa, a nurse and another lady, not a nurse, came to the waiting room. The nurse (one who'd gotten me coffee) spoke to the other woman, and left.

When I ended the call with Teresa the lady began to walk in my direction. I held the phone and her gaze. She smiled. "Ms. Simpson?" I nodded. "My name is Catherine Roberts. I'm a Chaplain here at the hospital. I understand that someone close to you was injured badly today. The nurses thought you might want some company and maybe a little support." She offered to get me another cup of coffee. An angel! She brought it to me with a smile. I tried to will myself not to cry while I told Catherine about my Sheri. It started with today, but I wound up sharing much more. I guess people like Catherine are trained to be good listeners, but a part of my mind told me this woman, and maybe others like her, was drawn, or called, to work like this. Her eyes conveyed interest and concern; they never left mine.

Someone in scrubs appeared. Oh good; finally, news. The young man came, pulled a chair in front of me, and gave me the news. "Ms. Simpson is it?" I nodded. "Ms. Williams is out of O.R. I'll leave out a lot of the mumbo jumbo, but basically, she's very lucky. Nothing major." As he talked all I could think of was he looked to be the same age as my Sheri. "We had to put in few stitches, and after checking there was no leakage, we closed the wound. She'll be in a fair amount of pain when she wakes up. Her recovery won't be quick. This is only a guess but I don't anticipate any loss of range of motion. The nurses will tell you when she's out of recovery and being taken to her room." He asked if I had any questions. I was numb with relief; I didn't know what the hell to ask anyway. I said no and thanked him. He shook my hand, wished us both good luck, and left. Catherine was beaming when I looked at her. She held me while I sobbed again.

Once I had collected myself a little, I explained that Sheri was on her college softball team – thus the reference to her range of motion. Catherine nodded. She asked if I'd eaten anything. For the first time in hours I realized how hungry I was. I started to say I didn't want to leave. She smiled and nodded. "May I call you Julia?" Lady, I've just told you the story of the woman I love. You can call me Chuckles the Clown if you want. I nodded. "Julia, it's important that you take care of yourself. You've been through major trauma today, probably shock." I nodded. "You need fuel. It will carry you through the night, until they bring Sheri to her room. It's not unusual for that to take at least an hour. They'll keep her in recovery as she comes out of anesthesia and they'll keep her till they know she's okay. Then she'll go to whatever floor has an open bed. The nurses will come for you and take you there. Please, dear, let me take you to the cafeteria. I'll leave you there. You can come back when you've finished." She was right. 

I grabbed the purses and we headed to the elevator. "You'll come back to the surgical waiting room on this floor." An angel. She led me to the cafeteria. The scent of food called to me. I thanked Catherine profusely for all she'd done and hugged her briefly. She smiled, squeezed my hands, turned and left. I headed to food! It wasn't Teresa's. I ate every bit of it. I needed more coffee. I filled the cup, headed to the elevator and back to the floor. I stopped at the nurse's station. No, not yet. I glanced at a clock as I returned to the waiting area. 7 pm. I found a chair. I took stock of things. I hope you can relate when I tell you this: I needed a new coat. I shook my head at myself – ridiculous. I debated about Sue and Georgia. If I waited until after I'd seen Sheri it might be too late. No, Sue would be furious if I didn't call them. I will.

I had a thought that tore at my soul. All of this because of a kiss. A spur of the moment decision to come out of the closet and tell the world about the girl in my life was nearly the death of her. I will carry that with me forever. I thought of this morning. I am so grateful we finally had that conversation!! If – no, don't even think it. We had it; that's what matters. 

A voice called my name. I jerked my head up. The nurse said, "Follow me please." My heart pounded. I felt tears. I will not cry. I followed her to an elevator then down a hallway. Before we entered the room she spoke to me. "We have her on her side for now with pillows for support behind her neck and hip. She's awake, on pain meds, so she'll be sleepy. I know you want more, but I can't let you stay long. She needs to rest." I wanted to bargain with her: Get me a bed, a couple of chairs, anything!! I do not want to leave my honey. She waited. I nodded my agreement and understanding. No tears. She led me in. 

Sheri was in the near bed, facing away from me. "Ms. Williams, someone here to see you." I came around the bed. My Sheri!! Her eyes were open. Oh lord, she was in pain; the greens were dull. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I wanted to climb in bed and hold her. I never wanted to leave. I will marry her as soon as she got better. I smiled; she smiled. I leaned over and kissed her. Her lips were dry but she kissed me. 

I whispered, "I was so worried."

She nodded.  "I didn't have a very good day either." I had to laugh. I took her hand in mine. She squeezed it hard. Good! "It hurts Julia." I fought back tears. "I'm sleepy. I want you to stay." I looked over my shoulder; a frown. Fuck!

"Honey, the nurses tell me you need to rest. We have a few minutes. I'll do what I can to come back one more time." I heard the throat clear behind me. "You need, we need, to let them help you heal." I told Sheri that I'd called Linda, Randi and Teresa and that I planned on calling Sue and Georgia. She nodded sleepily. I ran my fingers through her hair, leaned over, and whispered "I love you so much," and kissed her. "I'll be back in the morning. Please rest."

Sheri smiled as she looked at me. "I love you too pet." BANG! That's my girl. I smiled, gave her one last kiss, and left.

I stopped. Before I spoke, the nurse did. "Not tonight. I'm sure you desperately want to but not tonight. You won't do her much good here. She'll sleep. We'll check on her of course. But she needs sleep; she will sleep. You need sleep. Sure as we're standing here now I know you'll be keeping vigil day and night starting tomorrow. Please, for her – go home."

I hate when they do that; logic me into something I don't want to do. She was right of course. I agreed and thanked her for bringing me to my honey. She squeezed my shoulder and turned; patients to be seen. I'm not being a bitch but I only care about one: mine. I sighed. I called Randi. I had to laugh. When I'd called earlier I told her where we were. She was 'lurking' nearby – ten minutes. I smiled; my girl! I would call Sue from the privacy of the car. I stopped and thanked the nurses for their kindness. Little touch maybe but it's the new me. I headed to the elevator. I waited near the doors for Randi to pull up. I realized I was bone tired. I had no idea if I would sleep. 

The car appeared. Randi pulled me to her in a giant hug. She kissed me lightly and I climbed in. I apologized but told her I had to call friends who would want to know. I told her she could listen for the update. She smiled and nodded. I called; Sue's voice was sleepy. I told her all of it. She sobbed; I heard Georgia whisper and Sue whisper. I heard Georgia's howl of agony; my eyes filled. I told her I was heading home. The car pulled up to my place; Randi held the door. I asked Sue to hold on a minute and I thanked Randi. I asked for an 8 am pickup; she rolled her eyes and nodded. We hugged again.

I headed in, talking to Sue. Teresa was in the door. We hugged as I talked. I handed her the purses as I shrugged out of my coat. The dining room lights were on. A bottle of wine and a glass waited. I smiled, mouthed 'thank you' and sat down. She poured a glass; her eyebrow lifted in a question. I lifted a finger to ask her to stay. Sue made me promise to call tomorrow. I smiled and agreed. She told me both of them loved us. I smiled, thanked her, and told her to mark Memorial Day weekend for their visit. She was overjoyed. I thought she might cry again. She vowed they would be there. I said good night and hung up. We'd see about the date later. Everything was different now. Five life changing words.

Teresa had heard most of it. What she'd heard was the update. I recounted seeing Sheri. "She's in a lot of pain, she's on pain meds, and she was sleepy." I smiled at the thought. "She called me pet." We both smiled. "I'll be back tomorrow and stay late." I asked Teresa to wake me at 7; Randi would be here at 8. I don't think she thought that a good idea. "I'm only going to have one, two glasses tops. I ate at the hospital. Thank you, Teresa. Please try and get some rest."

"Ja, and you too Miss." The weight of it took down cathedral ceilings. She kissed me on the cheek and left for the night. 

I sat in the chair as the house screamed in its emptiness. The weight of the day hung like a thick fog. I had a thought that left me smiling. This day was among the very worst of my life. My life was full. There were people in it that cared about me; I cared about them as well. The richness of it comforted me tonight. There were others I had to speak to. I would. I did pour a second glass. I lifted it in a silent toast to all who made my life – our lives – so rich and full. I gave thanks.

I headed upstairs. Every stitch of my clothing went in the laundry. Most of it would wind up in the garbage – blood stains. In the bathroom, after I washed my hands and splashed water on my face and swollen eyes, we looked at each other. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion and agony. She had cried with me. She managed a wan smile. She hoped, as well, that Sheri would be back soon – home, where she belonged. I gave her a kiss; she blushed and smiled. In the bedroom, I fell to my knees and gave thanks to God that my Sheri had survived. I cried out my agony for my part in it and begged for her health. I climbed into bed. I didn't curse her absence. I hugged her, grateful. Sleep took me eventually and fitfully.





A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 06



Sheri spoke first. "They had me try to get up this morning so I could go to the bathroom. I did. They washed my hair. I still have no idea how. I wanted to kiss them." I giggled. Every one of you knows why. Sheri would be whole when she had a bath – no shower. I wondered who I had to pay off to let them have me give her the bath – with my tongue. I told Sheri. We giggled. The phone rang. What? I looked at Sheri; she told me to answer it. Linda! You lovely brat! I mouthed her name to Sheri; she smiled. I handed her the phone. Linda must have cried; I saw Sheri's eyes tear up. She told Lin she was okay. Lying is good – it has its place.

The flowers arrived shortly after 9 am while she was on the phone. I handed Sheri the card – her eyes widened. She handed it to me and said goodbye to Linda. From Mr. Watson!! I looked at Sheri; we were both in shock. I had to figure out a way to keep the phone calls and visits to a minimum. We would speak to Erica when she came back – the too much, too soon thing. I sat; we held hands. Breakfast? They brought it, Sheri ate a little. Lunch had been ordered but she was starving. I would ask Erica if they had a little snack.

Sheri called the school's academic office to let them know she was in the hospital and would be missing classes for a while. No, she wasn't sure yet how long it would be. Yes, she would let them know as soon as possible. I asked if the police had been in – no. I told them of the visit in the E.R. We had to talk about it. No, I had no idea how that bitch was there. I mentioned the email. Her eyes widened. I hadn't told her – water under the bridge. The officer, Stack, had said the email would help; what had he called it? Oh yeah, "probable cause." Whatever. I told Sheri how Teresa had cried on the phone when I had called. We both had tears. I squeezed her hand. Erica came in. I asked if there was any kind of snack Sheri could have to tide her over till lunch. She smiled, nodded and left. 

She was back in a jiffy with yogurt. I swear Sheri cooed. She didn't eat it, she lapped at the spoon. You will laugh – I was an ocean of wetness. This is me giving you the finger. I yearned to be the spoon. Bitch!! She knew. The greens laughed at me while she groaned as she lapped. My face burned. Sheri giggled then winced. Fuck! Sheri moved the spoon in and out of her lips as she mocked me. I was helpless as usual. I am yours Ma'am, completely. I almost let the "M" word slip. Erica came back and looked at Sheri teasing me; she laughed out loud. Family? I didn't know and didn't care. In front of Erica, and me, Sheri brought the cup to her lips and made a spectacle of herself lapping at it. Damn! Her eyes ate me up while she put on her show. I heard Erica's muffled laughter. We would have her over for dinner when this was over. Erica, Catherine, and Renee – maybe over Memorial Day; we'll see. 

Time to turn Sheri on her side; I looked at the clock. 10:00 am. Geez; slow down clock. My job was to hold her hands while the bed was lowered and Erica helped turn Sheri on her side. Keep the greens on me lover, we'll do this together. I smiled; her lips were tight with pain. I had to ask about the wound; I would later. Oh, I know: coffee! That would give me a chance. Erica fluffed, fussed and was pleased. When she turned to leave, I asked if I could have some coffee. She waved me on. I blew Sheri a kiss. As we walked I asked about the wound. It was clean, no leakage, praise God. Progress would come as it did. No arguing just thanks. Pain meds? Dosing would be determined day-by-day. She smiled as she handed me the coffee. "The two of you are so cute together." I smiled. She had rounds. I had the rest of my life in the room.

Sheri was tired. I kissed her and begged her to sleep. I would stay and hold her hand after a quick trip to pee. I came back; she was already asleep. Good! I sat. Oh god, the phone. I took it off the hook. Sleep was our friend. I sat and sipped and dreamed of her tongue. Yum. I thought as Sheri slept. I would wait until physical therapy, when she was depressed, and tell Sheri of my plans for us. Carrot! My mind wandered. I thought of my relief when Sheri had let me open myself to who I had kept hidden for so long. The fun we had in the hotel lounge with Sue and Georgia. Their happiness for both of us. The nights we shared in what had become our bed. The raw sexual energy in the club in Charlotte. I looked at my honey, restful in her sleep, and smiled. My life was so much better! 

Flowers from the C.F.O. for an intern. I thought about that – one part respect, one part sorrow, and one part guilt. Yup! I feel your pain Mr. Watson. Thank you! Erica came in briefly. When she saw Sheri was sleeping, she smiled at me and left. I was sure it was to have been another round of vitals. No, she let Sheri sleep. She's a smart one. Confession: I'm not the biggest fan of hospitals. I know everyone has a job to do. The worst place in the world to be if you're a patient in need of sleep is a hospital. I apologize to all who work so hard and diligently – but even you have to, grudgingly, agree. Yes, it was a personal experience. We will move on. I heard the noise in the hallway; eventually the smell of food wafted in. I smiled as Sheri slowly came out of her sleep. My greens slowly came into focus; she found me and smiled. I leaned over for a soft kiss. "Hi lover." I let her wake up; she did. I saw the grimace. The cart rolled and Erica came in. We did our turny, lifty thing. Sheri gutted her way through it. My girl!

She may have been a wee bit pale as she sat up, but when the food came she eyed it like a cat eyes a mouse. The tray was set in front of her. Erica hovered. Sheri attacked it as if it was her first nourishment in a month. I beamed. I love her so. Sheri purred as she ate; Erica giggled and left. I sat, ravenous and smiling. Fork in mid-flight to her mouth, her eyes caught mine. Sheri stopped and smiled. I had to – I stood and kissed her. The kiss was as hungry and ravenous as her appetite. Hey! My story! I was giddy at her energy and wet with lust. Oh god; Sheri caught a whiff of me and smiled. "Body and Soul!" - Sing it Anita! My eyes teared when I thought of "You Bring Me Joy." Sheri looked at me as she dined; she stopped and stared. I just smiled my love and joy. I love music! "You Make Loving Fun." Oh my god, don't even let me get started!! My smile gave me away again. Sheri glared. Yes Ma'am.

"Sorry Sheri, my mind was wandering as you ate. I was thinking of songs from my playlist and us." I sighed. "I'm just so happy you feel better baby." Not good enough. Sheri made me tell. I did. She smiled. Lovers loving!! "Hold On My Heart." I still cry when I hear that today. It just gets better. How close I had come to losing my honey. Five tender words.

The tray was taken away. Erica did come in to do vitals. Sheri asked if she could go to the washroom. Erica helped her to her feet. I watched as she walked. Erica helped her sit and closed the door. I hugged her. She smiled at me. Good people! Sheri called out her okay. Erica held Sheri's elbow as she walked back. She stopped and kissed me. She grimaced a little when she hugged me but I didn't stop her nor did Erica. We helped her get comfortable as she sat. Erica asked Sheri if thought she might be up for a short stroll out into the hall later. She thought about it and said she thought so. Erica patted her hand. "Good girl!" She winked at me on her way out. Sheri was a wee bit pale but the food was just starting to work its magic. I was overjoyed at the progress. Sheri let her head rest on the pillow. The realization of where we were, what had happened, and the toll it took on her flooded over me, nearly knocking me over. I grabbed at the bed rail. I asked Sheri if she wanted to sleep. Her eyes told me no as she nodded. We figured out how to lower the bed enough to let her relax and sleep. I would get some lunch and be back. Sheri beamed. We kissed. Her eyes were closed when I left. I let Erica know.

It was 12:30. I stopped in the lobby and called Linda. Shit; lunch. I called Teresa with a brief update. She sniffled. I mulled the next call; I made it. Mr. Watson answered in his booming voice. I identified myself and said hello. I thanked him profusely for the flowers. I gave him an update with the progress Sheri had made. He made sure to let me know I had whatever time I needed for and with Sheri. I nearly cried. I was glad I made that call – I think he needed to know.

I scarfed down lunch. Fuel? Yes; I needed to be in the room. Coffee is my friend. I called Sue as I walked; she cried. When I got back to the room Sheri was still sleeping. I reached into the purse and grabbed her cell phone. I walked to the visitor's area and scrolled until I found Nikki's number. She whispered hello; she was in class. I told her who it was. I heard her throat grab as she choked on a sob. She must have gotten up and left. She asked about Sheri and I told her. She cried with joy. I teared up listening; her sobs were gut wrenching. She thanked me. I promised I would give her an update some time soon. Tearfully, she thanked me. Good! That's done. 

I hurried back to the room. Joy! Sheri was just waking up, her eyes searching for me. She smiled as she found me. Lovers loving! I came to my honey and kissed her sweet and tender. Every bit of all of me was in that kiss. She knew. 1:30 pm. Physical Therapy came by. I didn't understand this; the stitches were still fresh. They did some range of motion things; Sheri grimaced and bit her lip. I looked it up later – I think it was called "establishing a baseline." Fuck if I know. I hated them for the pain. The cute brunette wrote notes, nodded, and smiled. I would find ways to hurt her slowly – inside voice. It was her job! Sheri was pale afterward. I went to look for Erica. She came in, took a look, and upped the pain med drip thingie. (I'm completely medical.) She smiled at me. "Just till this passes."

Sheri slept; I sat and stewed. I wanted Cindy dead ... or in physical therapy. (To all of you wonderful, brave souls who do this for a living, please, just smile. We love you; we grit our teeth as we say it.) Note: Editorial "we." Me: giggling.

Sheri slept till 3. Shift change; more vitals. The evening nurse was nice but she wasn't Erica. Efficiently cheerful was what the two of us settled on as a description. She lowered the pain med dose. I told Sheri about Erica, Catherine, Renee and Memorial Day. She gave me her 100 watt smile and nodded. Find Catherine; I want her to marry us now. Dope! Point?

3:30 pm. Linda knocked and walked in. She looked at Sheri and burst into tears. I don't know, she looked positively edible to me! I stood and hugged Lin. She walked to Sheri and kissed her on the cheek. Sheri hugged her hand, smiling the whole time. I told Linda to sit. I went to the other side of the bed to hold Sheri's hand. She had a million questions and a million stories of love and concern from work. The police had come back for more. Linda had taken them to my office, shut the door, and spoken with them. They asked about the email. She promised to get it for them. I wrote down my password and slid it to her. I told her of talking to Sue and Georgia and their reactions.  She told us she and Kat would come soon – together.  Lin wanted to get back; her boss told her to stay. Time spent now would hold everyone in the office in good stead as Sheri recovered.

4 pm. - Vitals. Yeesh. When it came time for to leave, Linda sighed. She hugged Sheri, who gave her a warm smile and thanked her for coming. We hugged; I whispered my thanks as we did. I asked; Sheri nodded. I walked Lin to the elevator. She dished on news. Cindy was being arraigned on two counts of first degree attempted murder with a weapon. Apparently adding the weapon raised the level of the felony. It sounded bad. She said something about no bail at arraignment. Whatever! Cold, dead, on a slab was my vote. I kissed her as the doors opened and promised to call in the morning. 

Sheri's eyes were closed when I came back. I realized I was draining a lot of energy from her just being here. I sat quietly.  I looked at her face as she slept. I thought back to Dallas. Sheri on her back, arm under her head, hair hanging over her eye and nose, breasts high on her chest. The snapshot in my mind would be with me, in brilliant resolution and color, for all of my days!! I would spend the rest of those days with Sheri - as a couple. I would see to it!

I stepped out of the room to call Teresa and give her an update!! Sniffles and sighs. Wunderbar! Weyerhaeuser stock soared. No dinner tonight; feel free to retire if you care to. Umm, no. I called Randi. Visiting hours (there's a joke) ended at 8:30 pm. I would text her then with an update. Dealio! Ah hell! Sheri was sleeping. A quick call to Sue. She screamed in delight ... she and Georgia were on the way home. She dragged every last bit out of me like ... Christ I'm so fucking horny; never mind. I told her everything. I could hear her smile when I told her of Linda's visit. I heard Sheri call my name. The call ended. I rushed in. She was just looking for me. I told her of my phone calls to Teresa and Sue. She smiled. I came to kiss my girl. Her arms held me. I felt the wince. I hated it; I love her more. I was with my honey!

The noise meant dinner. Her eyes shone. I thought of it for a moment. Sheri, a stab wound, the pain meds dulling it, and her eyes bright with joy for food. Another new now moment. What mattered? Sheri! The center, my center, my everything. I walked to the nurse's station and begged for coffee. It was hot and grand. I came back to the room. Sheri purred. As long as she was content, the world would be allowed to continue on its orbit. Coffee or not, I'm so goddamn tired we may need to switch places. (Inside voice)

7:30 pm. Nikki walked in. She cried. Sheri held out her arms, she rushed to the bed. Sheri hugged her and winced. I shook my head. When it finally stopped Sheri kissed her - on the cheek, looking at me over her shoulder. I smiled. I stood and went around to the other side. Sheri told Nikki to sit; she scurried to the chair. She held her hand. She spoke of greetings from everyone. I told her, firmly, that she was the only one who could visit – and not frequently. She looked at Sheri, who nodded. I would not let this become a circus. Rest, rehab, and then home – that was it! Nikki wanted to know if Sheri wanted her to bring homework and things. We'd get back to her on that. I had to admit it was a good thought. The semester was drawing to a close soon; to lose it would suck. We would deal with that later.

Sheri asked about the team. There had been a game yesterday. Everyone knew why Sheri wasn't there; they lost. Nikki mentioned something about everyone wearing rubber bands on their wrists. Sheri smiled. There's a game tomorrow. Nikki would call with results. She really is gorgeous, even with puffy, red eyes. It's heartbreaking to see. The little thing is so in love with Sheri it radiated from every bit of her. Well deal with it! At eight I gently told Nikki she had to go. She teared but nodded. She tried to kiss Sheri on the lips. Sheri let her then gently pushed her away. She thanked Nikki for coming and asked her to thank everyone for their good wishes. I hugged her. She left.

We sat quietly afterward. The evening nurse, Kai, said it was time for a walk. Once Sheri stood and gathered herself, she shivered. (Smart one she is!) She looked at me and asked if I could slip my coat over her shoulders. I smiled. The walk wasn't too long, just two rooms down. We turned and came back. She did amazingly well. It occurred to me that this was well timed. It might be just tiring enough that it would help her get to sleep. Sheri asked to stop for the bathroom. I sent a text to Randi: soon. After, we helped Sheri back to bed. This time she would be on her tummy for the night, other than vitals. Those were taken as Sheri sat on the edge of the bed before she got in. It was close to nine. She was droopy. I said I thought it best to let her drift off. Sheri smiled and asked me to stay the night. I promised I would if I could sleep next to her. We giggled. I told her I would bring a robe and slippers; she gave me a sly grin. Okay, time to go. We murmured little bits of love as we kissed. I ran my fingers through her hair; her hand held mine tight. I kissed her neck; she smiled. I pulled myself away. I would be back soon. Sheri was already asleep. I stood and looked at her, under the sheets, eyes closed, face relaxed. Soon baby soon!! I stopped at the nurse's station to give thanks and praise.

Randi smiled her greeting. I kissed her hello. I told her about the day. She was delighted at the progress. She hurried me home. I mentioned the plan over Memorial Day; she positively beamed and nodded. 8 am pickup was agreed to. She hugged me and said good night. Teresa was waiting, as ever. She took my coat, smiling. I sat; it was late but I was hungry. I asked her to sit as I recounted the events of the day. I sipped at the wine as I ate and spoke. I told her of the flowers from my boss, of Linda's visit, and how Nikki cried as she came in. She was positively glowing when I described her determination as we walked. She kissed me goodnight. I didn't eat it all. I sipped a second glass as I sat quietly. I honestly didn't know what day it was. I opened the phone. Very late Thursday night; day two was coming to an end. I was exhausted from doing virtually nothing. I sighed.

I shrugged out of my clothes and went into the bathroom. At the sink, she positively beamed at me with delight and love. I blushed and nodded. She was so relieved it brought tears. She wished she could be there to kiss Sheri. I promised I would give her a kiss from you. I reached out, kissed her goodnight and thanked her for her love and support. I lay on the bed and whispered my prayers and thanks to God for His blessings. I held Sheri close; when sleep came it was restful.





A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 06



I added to the tease by asking if the hospital would allow me to bathe Sheri with my tongue. She punched me. Erica giggled and shook her head no. Lovers loving. The bath would come tomorrow morning, maybe late this afternoon, if things went well. Sheri purred in anticipation. I smiled and volunteered to help. Lots more giggling. We helped Sheri to bed. After taking vitals Erica left. Sheri crooked a finger at me. I leaned. She hissed in my ear, "Wear a skirt tomorrow pet; no panties." Rut roh. I nodded, smiling. She grabbed my hair and yanked me to her mouth. I nearly had a spend from the kiss and the dominance. Sheri pinched a nipple; I shivered. My Ma'am is back.

When she finally turned me loose I was jelly-legged. I sat, breathing hard. Sheri smiled in satisfaction. My phone rang. It was Linda. It's 10 am already? She wanted her update. I handed Sheri the phone. She smiled and nodded at whatever was being said. Then she turned pale as a ghost. Her eyes got wide as she looked at me. I mouthed 'what?' Sheri held a finger up. She would tell me when the call ended. I asked if Linda needed to talk to me. Sheri asked, looked at me and shook her head no. I nodded. 

Sheri ended the call and handed me the phone. "Cindy's dead." WHAT? "She hung herself in her cell last night?" Holy crap. "Apparently she tore the gown up, made a rope out of it, and killed herself. The inmates screamed but she was unconscious when the guards got to her. They tried to revive her but failed." Hmm. I tried to muster up sorrow and failed. Apparently the police (Stack?) came to work and told Linda this morning. We just sat and stared at each other. Sheri broke down in tears. I came and held her. It was over; well, no, Cindy was over. Sheri would always have the scars – on her back and in her heart. 

When Sheri finished crying I kissed her and told her how I felt about it all. Sheri held me away from her with blazing, furious eyes. "Pet, I forbid you to ever give voice or thought to that - ever! That sick bitch will not be allowed to have power over us, especially now that she's dead." Oh my! She's right of course. Sheri held my hand, her voice steady. "Julia, each of us, in our own way, together, will move past this. It doesn't matter how long it takes. It will not be allowed to take root in either of us." My god! Twenty and wise beyond her years.

A little after dinner Linda and who I presumed to be Kat wandered in. Lin made a beeline to Sheri. Kat stood in the corner. I went and introduced myself. She smiled, said hi and asked how it was going. I asked her to wait till the two of them were finished with their hellos. Lin came and hugged me; we kissed lightly. I sat. I told of Sheri's morning yogurt show. She told of mine. I described her demolition of dinner. We all laughed. I asked the neighbor on the other side if I could borrow a chair. I brought it over so the two of them could sit. Lin asked Sheri if she was okay with the news of Cindy's death. She shrugged; it just was. The visit was lovely; Kat was kind of a fourth wheel but she was really nice. Had I told Linda about Memorial Day? No. I filled her in; they both were invited. I gave her the 'roster.' She was thrilled. It really had been a long time. The gathering was getting bigger and bigger by the day. A plan was forming. 

They were very considerate and didn't stay too long. Goodbyes, kisses, and hugs began at 7:30. They left a few minutes later. I looked for Kai. I asked if Sheri could walk to the bathroom. She came in, we helped her get out of bed, and she helped Sheri to the pot. No walks tonight other than that. Could Sheri sit in the chair for a bit? Kai asked Sheri how she felt. Sheri admitted to being tired but thought sitting would help before she went down for the night. I told Kai I would sit on her lap to make sure she was comfortable. She thought I was serious. We both giggled; she'd come around soon. After she left, I made a show of coming to the chair and slipping to my knees in front of Sheri. Her eyes went hot. Her exact words were, "You heartless, teasing bitch." I thanked my Ma'am for her kind words. I leaned up to kiss my lover; she bit my lip. Damn! She smirked. I sat and we chatted softly.

8 pm – Vitals. We helped Sheri walk to the bed; she sat for the vitals, and lay down on her tummy for the night. Kai asked the pain level – 5. Better. She told us the secondary pain meds would likely be removed by midnight. Good. I sensed it would be best for Sheri for me to leave a bit earlier. Her protest didn't carry a lot of fire. I knew she wanted me to stay and she knew we both needed the rest. We compromised. We would say our goodnights with kisses and the rest. I would sit as Sheri drifted away and when she was deep in sleep I would leave. I sent Randi a text for an 8:45 pm pickup. Hopefully we would both get a good night's sleep. Sheri reminded me of my dress requirements. Yes Ma'am. My surprise would trump whatever mischief she had planned; on the other hand, it could be win-win for both of us. I had to put the bed rails down for our kiss. Even then it was a bit awkward. We managed very well. Sheri had the bonus of my loving her shoulders, neck and ears ... extensively. She, umm, liked it. I promised I would be back early. She tried to beg me off it badly. I ran my fingers through her hair while Sheri moaned her yearning for a bath. We smiled at that. I sat, we held hands, Sheri's eyes closed, and she drifted away. I sat a bit longer. By 8:35 I stood, put my boots on, slipped my jacket on, kissed my lover feather soft, and left. Thanks and love at the nurse's station, then home with Randi. Same pickup time tomorrow.

Teresa greeted me. I was bushed. Dinner was light; that and a glass of wine. I asked Teresa to sit. Yes, sandwiches were ready to go tomorrow as a surprise. I told her the news about Cindy. Two blinks. I spoke of Sheri's admonition. Teresa nodded her agreement. I told her of Sheri's wound and about the pain medication regimen. Teresa was concerned – a raised eyebrow. I assured her it would be okay. She was sleepy; that was good. Healing would come quickly. The days would fly by. I spoke of wanting Sheri's recuperation to come at our home. She nodded vigorously. I forgot to tell Randi. I would do it in the morning when rested. I thanked Teresa and we said good night. I sat and ate slowly. The second glass of wine was my sedative for the night. I was bone tired; I would sleep well – I prayed I would.

It may have been the exhaustion and strain but as I sat on the toilet my period started. Shit! The first couple of days of cramping were normally miserable. Oh well, ride the wave. I cleaned up and put in a tampon. I patted my face dry after brushing, flossing, and rinsing. She looked every bit as exhausted as I was; she was with me in spirit. She was teary eyed with joy at how well Sheri was doing. Her eyes spit fire about Cindy. She was not in a forgiving mood. I admit that I wasn't really either. We bade each other a good night. I told her to be a good girl; she blushed and winked. She's a scamp, that one. We blew each other kisses. She was a good way to end my night – my shadow, my conscience, my friend.

With a short prayer of thanks, soft words and promises of love to my Sweetie, we cuddled and we slept deep into the night.




Author's Note: Another chapter of what is now a rather long story – more to come. This one is a bit longer than the rest. I hope that all who read it understand why. On a personal note, it was very hard to write about the attack on Sheri. These two were a part of my life (so to speak) for the many weeks it took to compose the story. Even re-reading as I edited one last time brought tears. As always, thanks to all for reading, for your votes, and for all the wonderful comments and email!! I truly do hope all who read are enjoying the journey. As ever, this is a flight of fantasy; completely fictitious. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us my apologies.



A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 07







A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 07



To Sheri's complete amusement I asked if I had permission to change clothes. I saw her nostrils flare. Why do I bring this on myself? There was barely contained glee in her voice as she told me, "Pet, sit. I will give it some thought." Damn! She did it on purpose too!! Nearly half an hour later Sheri lifted her head from her homework as if she'd forgotten I was there waiting. "Oh, you are sitting here. Oh my. Yes of course, darling, do as you wish. Give me a kiss on your way." When I bent to her, she gave me a kiss that was best described as 'smoldering!' Her fingers, apparently, were tasked to find the exact temperature that would bring one to said condition. I ask you: how could a human being love another as much as I do her? She played every note perfectly. Every string is drawn taut; just so! Sheri certainly does know how to – tuna fish! Thank you!! You can't know how long I've waited to use that line!! I want it on record! I spent five paragraphs just for those two words!! Master craftswoman I am! Bowing is beneath me. Another will be beneath me tonight. The greens challenged me, saying game on girlfriend! Five game changing words!!

Dinner was delicious and uneventful. Well, uneventful is bad choice of words today. 

The question I asked was, "Sheri, we have the weekend to ourselves - no physical therapy, no home health, nothing. Would you like to finish whatever homework there is to prepare for school Monday tonight? Over the weekend? It's your call."

She thought for a bit. Her face brightened as she asked, "What about Linda and Kat. Should we see about having them over for dinner tomorrow night?" Oh my!! Brilliant! I called Lin and, to our delight, they didn't have set plans for tomorrow. Yes, dinner at 7 sounded fabulous. Should they bring anything? Only their lovely selves, not another thing! 

That was settled. I called Teresa in and gave her the news. She levitated to the kitchen. She would shop first thing in the morning. I never, ever, asked for a specific dish unless I really had a taste for something. Stop that! Yeah, I agree; it was there! Geez! It was 7 pm. How about two hours of homework then the rest of the night for us? Sounds marvelous; we sealed it with a kiss. I kept my hips far from those tantalizing digits. That 'fool me once' thing!

Okay, okay, I know there are probably some of you reading who are complaining about not enough detail recently of our lovemaking. I will do my very best spare no detail about the wonderfully romantic, erotic night we shared that Friday. The gong that sounded the end of homework time was Sheri slamming a book closed. She rose from her chair, beckoning me with a curled finger and a smile. She kissed me, hard, long, and deep. Oh God! She whispered in my ear as her tongue bedeviled, "Only one finger pet! Imagine the havoc I could wreak with my hand." This was a reminder of this afternoon and a tease for tonight. She took my hand and we headed upstairs for the night. 

Woo hoo! I could see a coin being flipped to determine who would be 'woo' and who would be 'hoo'. In fact, it was with giggles that I did just that. Sheri's jaw dropped as I spat out the words through gasping laughs. She did join me though. Neither of us could talk so I pointed and flipped. Sheri signaled her call with a thumbs-up as tears ran down both our faces. I showed her the coin; we fell into each others arms laughing. We took each others clothes off quickly. Sheri – woo – declared a shower would be first. Me – hoo – jumped with glee. We are children, wild, wanton, lustful, sexy, fabulous children, madly in love with each other. I cry sometimes thinking about it. I know there are those of you out there who are smiling and nodding at my words. Others are angry; jealous perhaps. My heart breaks for you and hopes that love finds you. We all deserve it! Please know that this comes from one who had no idea she could love another as I do my Sheri. That is me laying my soul bare. On with the story.

I had taken a bath in my shower every now and then when I wanted to pamper myself. There were times when, on my moon, I ran the water very hot to try to ease the cramps. Yes I let the water slowly turn red. It humored me. It's weird, I know, but hey! There's an old joke: Her idea of exercise is to pull the plug in the tub and fight the current. Boo hiss. This night Sheri surprised me by running the tub. I don't know where she had them hidden, but she was pouring bath beads in the water when I turned back to her. Sheri showed me the box. Oh yum. The water wasn't too hot. Sheri got in first – longer legs needed to get set. She insisted I sit with my back to her. I fussed; she reminded me that she was in fact "woo." I couldn't argue with that logic. I did as I was told. We lay very still against each other for a time, luxuriating in the silky warm water and each other. It was very relaxing and so romantic! 

I said, "May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"If you would, tell me what you thought and felt after. I'll tell you about me when you finish. Is that okay?"

Sheri was quiet for a time. "I was scared Julia. The pain was so sharp. It took my breath away. I was a rag doll; I had no control as I felt myself fall to the ground. It hurt when I fell – a lot. I felt my life slip away for a bit then I saw you. You were crying so hard. There was stark terror in your eyes. I thought, "No honey, I'm not going to die today. It's okay, please don't cry." I was sobbing uncontrollably. Sheri held me close. Her voice was firm and soft, "I saw you take off your coat, give it to Lin, and heard your words. You may have saved my life baby. They told each other at the hospital that the coat had stanched the blood flow. I hadn't lost nearly as much blood as I might have." I wished I had the coat back. I would save it in an air tight bag somewhere. 

Sheri kissed my ear. "I heard them talking. They were so calm and it helped me stay calm. I think that helped too. Someone spoke to me and gave me very brief details. I don't even remember them all. Something about checking to be sure no blood vessels ..." She shook her head. "I don't know. I was being rolled, we were on an elevator, more rolling, more voices, lots more, new ones. When I woke up, my mouth was terribly dry and the pain was awful for a few minutes, then it went away. I wanted water. I was so thirsty. I was on my side. The voices were soft; there were only a few of them. I guess I had been in surgery and was awake, somewhere else. I lay there; a nurse kept checking things, looking at my eyes, taking my temperature in my ear. There were things buzzing, strange noises. I was bored." We both giggled. I turned, we kissed. 

"The nurse said, 'Okay Ms. Williams, we're taking you to your room. You're done here; they'll take care of you from now on.' My first thought: Julia!!" I cried again; we both did. "The elevator again; more rolling. I heard voices counting. I was being lifted and placed on a bed. Where's Julia? Then you were there! You were trying so hard not to cry. My god, your eyes were so swollen babe. I hurt for you. You kissed me. If I had died that instant I would have been happy." I turned to my lover. I held her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her. I couldn't possibly love Sheri more than I did just then. The kiss was long and sweet. It spoke for what we both were feeling. She made me turn around again. I relaxed in her arms. "I was so sleepy and wanted you to stay. We were both being silly and foolish. I think you said goodnight. I'm sure I fell asleep. The next morning Erica asked me to walk to the bathroom. Then she washed my hair. If I could have I swear I would have fucked her right there on the bathroom floor." We both laughed hysterically. "She asked what time I thought you might come. I said, 'Probably any minute now.' She said, 'Let's surprise her. How about having you sitting up in bed when she walks in?' That was the moment I knew she was a sweetheart. Your face; oh my god Julia, I wish I had a camera. You were so surprised; then, in a blink, the joy that shone on your face. I loved you so goddamn much."

It was my turn. We drained some water and ran a bunch of new, hot water. I got to lean against the tub; Sheri leaned against me. She reached to turn off the water. I was listening so intently to her that I had to gather my thoughts. Sheri actually had the nerve to say, "Waiting!" I pinched her nipple. She shivered. 

I began with, "Your hand was in mine as we walked. I felt it tighten very suddenly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw you jerk; your eyes went impossibly wide, your mouth flew open and, just that quickly, you slid to the sidewalk. I heard Linda scream. I looked at you, then I turned my head. To my dying day, honey, I will never forget the shock of seeing Cindy there. Nor will I forget the horrible mask of fury on her face. If I had been called to testify, I would have had to say, truthfully, that in that moment the woman was crazy. That was the look on her face: crazy with hate. She lifted the knife to come at me. I thought she would kill me too. Then two men jumped her. One took hold of her hand with both of his, twisted the knife from it and let it fall to the ground. He twisted her arm at an impossible angle behind her back, and he and another man threw her to the ground and held her. I heard someone on the phone with 911. I turned back to you. I took off my coat as I saw you bleeding. I screamed at Lin, 'Press this hard on the wound!' I found your eyes. Oh god, you were so pale. I wondered if you might be going into shock. I kissed you; your lips were ice cold. Do you remember me kissing you?" Sheri shook her head. "I wouldn't let go of your eyes. I wanted you to stay with me. I heard sirens. I heard cops taking charge, moving people back. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Cindy being lifted. I saw the medics come to you.

"I wanted to keep your eyes on me. I moved, I think. I'm not sure. I don't remember all that they said. Most of it was to each other. A few questions were for me I think. One dude got up and came back with a gurney. There was a board; they rolled you on it and lifted you. I lost your eyes but got them back. They strapped you to the gurney and raced away with you. One of them asked if I knew your blood type. I had no fucking idea. I asked you; you mumbled something that I didn't understand. I asked if I could come with. Long story short: yes. The ambulance was cramped. I just stayed out of the way. The guy was barking orders at something – a hospital I guessed. It felt like the ride took forever. Even before it stopped the doors opened and people grabbed at the gurney. A whole bunch of them. People were barking orders; the medic was spewing a stream of medical stuff. I just went along with the crowd. You went one way; I watched as they took you from me. I was led to a small room, to a chair. The nurse, Renee, turned me around, looking for some sort of injury. I told her I was fine. I just wanted to be with my honey." Sheri took my hands and tenderly kissed them. She locked fingers of both our hands. "I heard someone come. The voices were tense but calm. God that sounds stupid." We both laughed. "She asked me, 'What's your name miss?' I told her. She asked me your name; no, she asked me, 'What's your friend's name?' I told her, 'She's not my friend. She's my lover; she's my life.'" My voice cracked. We both cried. 

"I found your driver's license and searched for an insurance card. I handed it to her when I found it. Renee smiled. They want this and that ... I wanted to scream. I wanted to find and see you! No. I was taken to a surgical waiting room. I was so tired, Sheri, so tired. The crash came as the adrenalin left. I asked a nurse for coffee. I swear I wanted to kiss her. I called Lin; she was in hysterics. I told her what I knew and promised an update. While I was on the phone, the nurse came by with someone. It turned out to be Catherine; what an angel. She listened, honey, as I poured out my fear. While we were talking the surgeon came with the news. I cried again; you were going to be okay. Catherine held me the whole time I cried. She basically dragged me to the cafeteria. God love her for doing it. I came back to the waiting room. Finally, a nurse came and brought me to you. She kept me in the hall for a few minutes to tell me about what I would be seeing. All I wanted was to see your greens and your smile, lover." I kissed Sheri's neck and shoulders. "I did have to hold back my tears; I had to be brave for you. I wanted to climb into bed ..." Sheri smacked my hand; we giggled. "I would have sold my soul to stay with you. Do you remember calling me pet?" Sheri giggled wickedly and nodded. "You were so tired. Your eyes were dull with pain and from the medications. It was a good thing to let you sleep; I needed it too. I called Sue from Randi's car. Georgia screamed in agony when Sue whispered to her. Teresa had tears when I got home. I didn't sleep very well that night. But you were safe. We were going to be okay."

The water was chilly. We had finished and we had yet to begin. Sheri pulled the plug. We turned on the water and showered. It was steamy and soft and sexy. But the main event lay ahead. I think we both had thought it would begin during the bath. I felt a renewed intimacy with Sheri after what we just shared. We shared our fears, our concerns, your pain, our joy. It was ... it took me five minutes to settle on this word: beautiful. I hope you understand why I chose it.

We lay in bed, our bodies mirrors. We were quiet. I had a sudden inspiration. She saw it in my eyes. I kissed Sheri's nose, "I think I have been sorely denied Ma'am. Tonight I will do what I begged in the hospital. I will give bathe you with my tongue." The smile spread slowly. We both smiled. Sheri nodded. "Turn over Ma'am." She did. I began. I took her hair and tied it with a scrunchie so that it sat off her neck. I kissed my way from her neck down her spine to her butt. I licked deep into the crevice of her ass, leaving a wet trail behind. I bit her butt softly; she jumped. I blew a thin trail of air at the cooling saliva and she shivered. I licked, slowly, from her tail bone all the way up to the hairline on her neck. Sheri was a quivering puddle and I'd just begun. I lifted her arms so her hands lay on either side of her head. I licked my way up one arm and back down. I did it over and over, each trip meant a finger would slip into my mouth to be licked and loved. I drew my tongue back down and into her arm pit. I darted, licked and nipped. I moved to the other hand. Sheri was moaning. "Each time you squirm, dearest, it prolongs the torture. It is when you surrender to it that it will end." My tongue darted into her ear as I breathed the words. An impossible trap had been set. No one, NO one, could be still for the delights I would bestow upon her body. I was counting on it. Her body was my canvas. Each stroke with the paint brush of my tongue was for her pleasure. I changed tactics. She hated it. I know. I love you! I darted from place to place; she never knew where the devil might strike. I used only my tongue, except when I nipped her with my teeth; or blinked her with my eyelashes; or swished my hair on her trembling skin. Back of the knee, shoulder, flank, butt, heel, neck.

I took pity on her. "Please turn over babe." Sheri's eyes begged. I whispered goodbye as I kissed her, slipped the blindfold on, and began anew. Her hands were over her head; my whispered order was that they not be moved. That came complete with a thorough taking of her ear. Aural sex? Oh my yes! Sightless, she was my prey. I took two toes, one on each foot, then moved to her belly button. Slip up the right side of her flank from low hip to underarm, then my teeth nipped the hip bone, and left hot breaths on her pearl. Oh how delightful that was. Sheri nearly came off the bed in desperation. Her mouth was open as she panted. She struggled to remain still. It was, I knew, impossible. I never once touched her sex, her clit, or her nipples, no matter how she begged. Even that became a torturous prison for her. As soon as she would beg I would stop whatever I was doing. Pavlov taught my honey quickly. She was quite desperate in her frustration. Held tight in captivity with nothing but my tongue. I flayed her with it, tore her up, and left her in tatters. 

It was a glorious love I gave Sheri that night. When finally I took her, it was my nose that breathed in her scent, it was my tongue that lapped at the silky scented heat her body gave me, and my lips that loved her until she crashed headlong into a seemingly endless rollercoaster of pleasure. I whipped her from curve to curve, spun her upside down, turned and turned. I drove her slowly up the ladder, made her wait, torturing her at the peak with the promise of yet another spend, then threw her headlong into it as she screamed in the glorious, seemingly endless pleasure. Sheri cried out, begging for mercy. I gave it to her with yet another blinding run up the ladder and a spinning, mind-bending dash through colors, lights, and heat. It was when, breathless, she whimpered that I knew she'd had her fill. She was spent; awash in perspiration, matted hair nearly covering her face. Stray tendrils were in her mouth; she was, it seemed, unable to lift her arms to move it. I did.

I slid my body over hers; Sheri shivered again as my cold skin touched hers. I kissed her, gave her the liquid with my tongue, bathed her with me. I saw tears then; they slid silently down from the corners of her eyes. I cried with her, for what I had given her, for what was nearly lost. I held my lover and brought her back. I lifted from her and looked. Sheri was on her back of course, her head turned to her right, eyes closed, lips parted. Her left hand was in her hair as if it was helping her think, bringing some sense of what she'd been through. Her legs were wide with me between them. Her right leg extended out at an angle; the left was lifted, her foot near her ass. Sheri was more than a woman at rest. She was a women spent, thoroughly, in her pleasure, a woman adrift, MINE!

I admit. I did give thought to closing the night's escapades with the telling of her taking. The shared stories before and the complete ravishing I'd given her might have sated you, dear reader. If pushed, I will admit, I was satisfied with my glorious, loving demolition. Sheri was home and we were, once again, lovers. Yes, much more. But at the core? Intimacy is but a part of the whole. Glorious in its own right, it is but part of why we are so good as a couple. So I will give you an accounting of the rest as best as I can. I freely admit it is easier to write of the giving than the receiving.

My beautiful blonde she-devil began by inserting the egg in me. Oh my lord! She brandished (that is the correct word!) the controller and smiled. I could write it as 'sweetly;' it was anything but. She batted her eyelashes at me and smiled a thin smile. She was gone. My wrists were bound with silk scarves. I couldn't get to the knots; those on my wrists were on the other side. Those on the bed posts? Sheri kept me in her grasp to ensure that I couldn't free myself. I love you completely you bitch! Oh yeah, I can write that now; Sheri is in another part of the house. I'll pay for it when she reads it later. Me: snickering. Sheri was as hard on me as I was easy on her. No, I did not smile as I wrote that. She turned that fucking thing on high. I screamed. Not just from the egg but from her mouth on my clit. She drove me quickly to the first crest. It was awesome in its fury. The buzz told me what was next. The vibe lay on my pearl; it was still sensitive. Her mouth lapped at me, nipped at my lips, drank from the fountain, bathed me with kisses, tortured me with thin, cold streams on my pearl. I bucked as another one ripped through me. I cried, trying for purchase. Only the tip of the vibe on the tip of my clit – that was all she gave me. Oh, that and Sheri turned up the egg. I cried at the horrible pleasure of it. 




A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 07



Next came my breasts. I don't know where Sheri found the clamps. I'm the fool for bringing them for her to use. I'd forgotten about them. They bade me hello with a most hateful bliss. She ratcheted up the ante by spending all of her time on Annie and Oakley. Her teeth and lips loved them, her tongue tortured their peaks as they were held tight. All the while, up one hill, down the next with that damned egg. I gave up. Take me baby, love me all up. By God, she did just that and so much more. I lost count of how many times she brought me round. There was no point really; Sheri wasn't going to stop until she was finished. Not me – her. Thank you Ma'am!! I will speak of my love for you to any who ask, for all of the rest of my days. Even that thought did not spare me. Sheri did not remove both clamps at once – oh no, that would have been 'easy.' I screamed as she turned me loose only to have her mouth work me over. Annie cried; Oakley begged for mercy. Her mouth didn't know the word. I really don't know when I fainted. I only know that I was in her arms and the clamps, the egg, and the scarves were gone. Her head was in my neck; the sniffles and hot tears on my skin told me that I had gone away for a bit. I finally was able to bring my arms to her back. We lay together for a time. I don't remember us falling asleep but we did. It was a lovely night.





A Cougar Totally Turned Ch. 07



Monday, April 30th – Sheri's first day back at work! We rode up the elevator together, hand in hand. We exited. The crowd and the applause and the tears and the kisses and the hugs and all of it left both of us in tears. There were banners, balloons, streamers. Sheri's name was on them. She never stopped smiling the entire damn day. Me either. I hugged Linda and thanked her when she came in with the day's mail. Mr. Watson and Maddi joined us for the party. How sweet!!! Sheri looked over his shoulder when Mr. Watson gave her a lovely little hug; I saw her tears. So did Lin.

I don't think a lot of company business got done that day and not a single person from the executive suite complained! The love we made that night? Three words: Oh My God!

Sheri's semester ended with finals. She was a wreck studying and working. Two words: honor roll! We wrecked each other in celebration! 

Do you sense me rushing to the finish? Hmm, perhaps. I do not mean to give short shrift to all that happened in the days and weeks I've skipped but I trust that, by now, you have (I hope) some measure that our lives and our love had settled into a bit of a routine. Glorious, erotic, normal, breathtaking, serene – this was us now.

Sheri was working full time. I had made a phone call to someone to ask for a person who would be asked to complete a task. She called back a few days later with a name and number. I called; I could hear the joy in her voice as she agreed. We walked together to City Hall, blood tests having been done, to have the civil ceremony completed and the license issued. The party was the next day. Other than the two of us, there was only one who knew – well, two: Teresa.

Teresa was the very personification of a Mother Hen. She shooed us as the days tore off the calendar. Things that had been polished gleamed from their cleaning. Doilies cried from being in bleach. You get the point. Everything was burnished, polished, and cleaned within an inch of its life! Sheri giggled, I rolled my eyes. Teresa was in her glory and her element. I handed her my credit card and sent her to my personal shopper so she could buy whatever she liked to wear. She had tears.

We loved at night often! As the day grew closer, we cried more and loved more softly – and feverishly. It was ... oh god, how to describe it! Me: taking a deep breath. It was to be the day we both yearned for and it was approaching. I dare say it was held so gently and lovingly in each of our souls because of how close we had come to having it taken from us. We never spoke of that! Please know that every cry, every sigh, every moan, every ... everything was an expression of our bliss!! We didn't sleep until the very early hours of Saturday morning!