5 comments/ 72893 views/ 12 favorites Daughters - Eve, Ch. 01 By: Lisa Summers Daughters of the American Evolution - Eve, Ch. 01 This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. Eve's story is the account of how it all began.... * * * * 24 December 1981 [Police radio transmission - Seattle Police Department] ...Unit 1073, proceed to alley at NE 50th Street, west side of University of Washington campus. Report of two suspicious males. Proceed with caution... The scene the two officers found there was horrific in its savagery. * * * * 25 December 1981 "What are our options, Doctor?" asked the tall, black-haired man. He was wearing a long-sleeved golf sweater with its logo of a small crocodile on the breast, and a neatly pressed pair of khaki slacks. The anticipatory cringe apparent in his otherwise proud bearing made him seem much smaller than his true height. Away down the hospital hallway, Christmas music played. "Do you know yet what happened, exactly?" the doctor, an ER physician at Seattle's Swedish Medical Center asked. "I dunno for sure," the man replied. "The police tell me that she was found in an alley with her head-" the man began crying. "-her head bashed in like that." he finished, after a pause. "And all the rest...her clothes practically shredded. How could any man treat a woman...a girl...like that?" "They said it was two men," the man said softly, though the doctor hadn't asked. The man assumed his more normal bearing as he recovered himself, looking down at the ER doctor, his eyes now not flickering away, somehow steelier. "There appears to be no brain activity whatsoever," the balding physician answered. "I wish I had some other answer for you, but it would be cruel to lead you on with false hope. Given the amount of damage, I recommend that the life support be removed." He hesitated. The man nodded. "I can see that." He sighed, perhaps the deepest sigh the physician had ever heard in a career full of such things. "Yes, I give my permission. I'll sign the necessary approvals." The doctor hesitated again, but finally forced out his request. "You should also consider donating her organs - there's a tremendous need. Many people take comfort in the fact that their loved one can live on through others...perhaps she might have wanted that...." His voice rose into a gentle question. "Yes, I guess I can see that she's done for," the man's voice choked up as emotion overcame him. "Do it...the donation...please..." He was unable to say more, tears streaming down his handsome face, his body again bent over in grief. From that moment, the machinery of medicine took over. The woman - girl, really - was treated with the utmost compassion, but the inescapable fact was that she had, in an instant, passed from human being to a harvest bonanza for the infant practice of organ transplants. Fortunately, the Swedish Medical Center was Seattle's leading transplant center. * * * * 11 June 1989 "Tommy, I...I don't know how to say this, but I think we should take, well, a sabbatical from each other," Eve said. Her eyes searched the young man's expression. To her relief, he at least didn't look hurt, or surprised. "Yeah, I'd felt you becoming a little distant," he said, with a wry smile. "And when you told me you wanted to get as far away from me as possible..." "Now, you know it wasn't like that!" Eve replied, smiling herself, always finding Tommy's good humor infectious. "When I got the job offer in Australia, I certainly had to consider it. And for what they're offering, and what it would do for my career - Andrew Holstead is a world renowned virologist. Besides, I'll be back. The contract is only for three years. Who knows, maybe they'll hate me!" "I sincerely doubt that," Tommy said. "I suspect you'll be a big hit. But, no worries," he continued. "They say that there, don't they? 'No worries, mate.' But let's be realistic. Long distance love affairs usually don't work out. If...or when, you come back, if we're both in a position to pick up the threads, then great. And if not, well, que sera sera." "But I bet you'll miss the southern Cal beaches..." he joked. The two hugged, and kissed briefly. The girl walked away, and didn't look back. * * * * 15 August 1989 "Hello, my name's Eve Butler," the young college-aged woman said. "Um, I'm beginning work here today - in the Research and Development Lab - could you please let Dr. Holstead know I'm here?" The woman was five foot, four inches tall, with medium length dark blonde hair, very curly, in the 'big hair' style of that era. Her eyes were intelligent and brown, her teeth even and white, her nose of a normal size and cute enough. Her body was slim, her breasts and bottom attractive enough to most onlookers, though she was of the opinion that they were both far too small to be of any interest to anyone. She was dressed as fashionably as people of a scientific bent can be expected, which is to say, at least one year behind the American curve - which put her about five years ahead of the fashion trends in Australian scientific circles. The receptionist at Devonshire Analytical, Ltd.'s front desk said, "Oh yes, certainly. You can take a seat while I let Dr. Holstead know that you're here." Eve sat, feeling very much out of place. Her employment at Devonshire Analytical as Assistant to the R & D Director was her first 'real' job since being awarded her doctorate in Biochemistry at the University of California at Los Angeles, in addition to this being her first time in Sydney, at the company's headquarters.. She watched the other employees entering, most of them looking much like the people she'd seen pass by every day on campus in California, with the only noticeable difference being fewer Asians and more Aboriginals. She mentally corrected herself. "'Indigenous Australians,' that's the preferred term," she thought to herself. "Don't want to get off to a bad start," she thought. "I just want to fit in." "Dr. Butler?" she heard a man's voice. She didn't respond at first. "Dr. Butler?" the man repeated, now standing in front of her, peering down at her. She looked up, seeing a tall, well-built man of about fifty five, his shock of white hair making him seem older, smiling down at her. "Oh!" Eve squeaked. "I'm not used to being called 'Doctor,'" she said, struggling to stand. "Hello, Dr. Holstead," she said, extending her hand. Ignoring her hand, he hugged her instead, though chastely. "Well, you won't get much more used to it around here - we use first names as much as possible," he said, grinning, and looking every bit like an older Australian Simon LeBon to the inexperienced graduate. "It's 'Andrew', always. And - with your permission - I should like to call you Eve, from now on." Eve smiled back at him. His smile certainly was infectious. "Certainly sir, 'Eve' would be fine. And, 'Hello, Andrew Always' she said. He laughed, and said, "Well, then, follow me - I'm afraid I must put you through the grinder of the Human Resources Department. They insist that you can't be a proper Devonshire employee unless you've been thoroughly chivvied first. No worries though, she'll be apples." "Excuse me?" Eve said, thinking that she must have zoned out on part of the conversation. "Hmm, I must purchase you an Australian-to-American dictionary tomorrow, I don't want anyone thinking you're a drongo." Eve stopped and stared at him. "Doctor - Andrew, I could use that translation now,," she said. "Sorry," he said. "I said - in our rather slangy way - that your experience with HR would turn out fine. And a drongo is, well, someone stupid. Ahh, here's the lift." He gallantly stood aside for her to enter, then followed her in. After her experience being absorbed into the system through Human Resources - as horrifying in Australia as in the United States, it seems - Eve reported to the R & D Lab, where she was shown her cubicle and taken on a tour of the lab itself. "Presently, we're working on a palliative for menstrual pain. A pharmaceutical firm in North Ryde - Nuvagon - has contracted with Devonshire to develop a formulation to ease menstrual distress. You'll be working with studies on lab rats, to start. This is rather a big contract, so we don't want any muck ups. Please see me if you have any questions, at any time, alright?" He smiled. "Oh...Ben!" he called out. Eve looked behind her to see a slim, older man with receding black hair approaching. "Eve, this is Ben. He's kind of an all-around 'jack of all trades' scientist here. You can use him in most any project, there isn't anything he hasn't seen here before - he probably knows more answers than I know questions," Andrew joked. "Good to meet you, miss," Ben said politely, his voice soft, holding out his hand to the girl. "And to meet you, too," Eve replied, shaking his hand. His grip was firm and sure. Eve looked more closely at him. "Are you by any chance American? You don't seem to have an accent like everyone else here..." "I think they'd say you're the one with the accent," Ben smiled. "And to answer your question - you're close, I'm Canadian. I lived in Vancouver almost all my life, up until a few years ago." "Well, it's nice to meet another North American, anyway," she laughed. Ben agreed, then excused himself and left the lab somewhat hurriedly. "I should have remembered you two would have a connection," Andrew said. "And Eve, I know you'll do a bang up job. Oh, and um, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" he said, looking puzzled. "No..." she responded, feeling as puzzled as he looked. "Is there something wrong with your shoulders? Or are you very much involved in physical training?" His face was turning bright red - it was clear he had suddenly reached the conclusion that he should have kept his mouth shut. "My shoulders?" Eve said, still puzzled. She looked over at the shoulder of her dress...with its shoulder pad....a rather exaggerated shoulder pad. Then she looked at the other women in the area. "Oh," she said, now turning red herself. "It's just the current fashion in the U.S.," she said. "Oh," he said. "I'm terribly sorry to be so behind the fashions. My wife, Laura, used to tell me that my white shirts and thin ties went out of fashion in the sixties." Eve would agree with that, but said nothing, and only smiled agreeably. He was her new boss, after all! That night when she got back to her new apartment - 'flat', as she would learn to call it - a few blocks away, she cut out the shoulder pads from every one of her outfits, and filled an entire trash bag with the foam disks. Within a month, Eve was completely comfortable around the lab, though she was still struggling to adjust to some of the peculiar (to Eve, anyway) food and drink of Australia, especially the odd Vegemite that some of her associates ate on occasion. She'd taken to having lunch with Eric Reynolds, a publicist for Devonshire. He was handsome, a year older than Eve, with a sparkling personality - perhaps something that all publicists are required to excel in. His blue eyes, and dark hair, even white teeth, and athletic build certainly didn't hurt in attracting her attention. Their lunchtime conversations quickly led to shared dinners at Diethnes Greek restaurant on Pitt Street in Sydney. There, they discovered their shared affection for oysters, as well as for Diethnes' lamb casserole, followed by galaktoboureko, a home made Greek custard topped with filo and honey syrup. Later came their mutual fondness for being in each other's arms, lightly covered in cotton sheeting and served with passion. Their first date at which breakfast choices became a significant issue, was their third date overall. As they stood in the doorway of Eve's living room, kissing gently, the touch of Eric's body on hers, firm and strong against her feminine softness, provoked her nipples to a noticeable response. A stiffness which might have embarrassed her at work, but served in the bedroom as a signal to Eric of her growing readiness for more and closer attention. In turn, she sensed his increased, shallow breathing, his muscular grip more steady and firm, and the growing bulge in his pants, telling her of his equal readiness. His strong fingers caressed her back as they kissed. She moaned, her face pointed upward, his six foot height dwarfing her five foot four. The fingers of one hand caressed Eve's long, curly brown hair, as her hand moved to his neck, his hair cut short, the nape of his neck smooth and bare. The strength he radiated as he held her, signaled his virility and overwhelming, and growing, passion. "Eric...I don't..." she sighed, trying to fend off the inevitable. "Ohhh..." "I know darling," he whispered back, as his hand softly caressed her full breast. He could feel her nipple, through the soft fabric of her bra, and blouse. She moaned softly, feeling her will evaporate under his practiced touch. The two found themselves next to her small sofa, and lowering themselves there seemed the most natural thing in the world. Eve rationalized to herself that his touching her sensitive, and increasingly aroused, body parts through her clothing, was natural and not likely to lead to a situation she couldn't control. That was followed by the excuse that his hand inside her blouse and on her bra, caressing her breasts more directly, wasn't excessive. Next, she explained to herself that his hand directly on her soft, warm breasts, was still acceptable behavior. Her thought process rapidly broke down when his thumb and forefinger lightly squeezed, then pinched, her dark pink nipples, and his tongue invaded her mouth. Her inhibitions melted away as he overwhelmed her defenses, and there was little surprise when the relatively inexperienced and sheltered academician found herself nearly naked in his hands. "Ohh....Eric..." she sighed, when he managed his way inside her panties, his thumb deftly caressing her clit as his fingers stroked her rapidly wetting pussy. Her thighs seemed to fall open of their own accord, his stroking driving her to a plateau of delight she had never imagined. "Darling Eve," he whispered, his words the lightest feather, tickling her ear. She looked up at his handsome face. She could see his passion echoing hers, and a look, too, perhaps of something more. Eve had little familiarity with love, her relationship with Tommy not long term (nor likely to be now, it seemed.) Her illnesses as a young girl, and then her studies as an adolescent and college student, had kept her from learning much about the ways of love. The two found themselves in her small bed, naked, their bodies warm and reactive in contact with each other. "Ohh....Eric," she moaned, when his cock, steely hard, slipped inside her wet, and very tight, underused pussy. Her cum was most memorable, only the second she'd ever experienced from another person - Tommy being her first - though, as a healthy young woman of twenty four, she had experienced her share of self-induced orgasms. "Was it good for you?" Eric asked, a slight smile on his face, feeling himself the cocksure marksman. "Yes...oh, yes, thank you," Eve responded. It looked to be the beginning of a beautiful affair. * * * * "Eve, look at this," Cynthia Murray, one of the R & D lab technicians, said, pointing toward one of the small cages on a long rack of similar cages. She absent-mindedly ran her fingers through her close cropped black hair. The two were standing together in the area of the research lab in which test animals were held. "Do you notice anything, well, peculiar?" Cynthia nervously rubbed her right elbow, still sore from a recent tennis match. Eve looked closely at the test rats. "They seem to be exhibiting manic behavior," Eve said. "That's certainly not an expected result!" "No!" Cynthia said. "I thought this stuff was supposed to calm 'em down..." Eve frowned. "Our preliminary studies of this batch of the formula suggested that we'd see less response to stimulus - in other words, a lightly deadened nervous response to sharp stimuli. After all, we're trying to develop a pharmaceutical that deadens the discomfort of menstrual cramps. Instead, these rats are running about frenetically...aggressively, even. And look at how they enact mating behavior." Cynthia giggled. "They're certainly having a go," she said. "What's making them act like that?" "I don't know," Eve said. "Let's analyze the control formula for contamination. Perhaps something got into it." "Yes ma'am," Cynthia replied, moving already to the locked refrigerator where initial batches of the formulation were kept. Her movements were lithe and sure. Taking out one of the unused vials of this particular batch, she began to put it through a series of tests to ascertain its purity. Eve immediately let Andrew know of the hitch in the development program. It took Eve and Cynthia the better part of a week, but Eve finally had results to take to the Director. She'd told him of the setback, knowing it might delay the overall development timetable. "Andrew, I think I found the contaminant - but I'm darned if I can figure out how it got there," she said. "What do you mean?" he asked, his look questioning. "Well, I ran a whole series for chemical contaminants, and I could find nothing, using the gas chromatograph. Then I looked at some of the formula using the microscope, and spotted it right off. It's a protozoan - Toxoplasma." "What on earth?" Andrew said, surprised. "What's a protozoan doing in a sterile formula?" "I have no idea how it got in there," Eve said. "It's difficult to believe that it was contaminated accidentally. And there's no way they're multiplying in the formula. And I noticed something else..." * * * * "...we don't understand it. Where the contamination could have come from, why it acts on the rats as it does, the nature of the protozoan itself..." Eve shrugged. She smiled at Eric as they sat together on her sofa, relaxing after dinner. "So, it makes them fuck?" Eric asked. "A lot?" "Sort of," Eve answered. "It's almost like it makes them single minded in their pursuit of sex. What's the most important impulse, beyond eating and drinking in a rodent?" "Umm, fucking?" Eric suggested. "Exactly!" Eve exclaimed. "These rats just, um, go at it like mad. But there's another factor too - if you put a pad with cat urine on it in a cage full of normal rats or mice - any kind, including lab rats and mice - the rodents will shun the pad, hang out at the other end of the cage as far away from the cat-urine pad as possible..." "Because the cat urine makes 'em think there's a cat there-" Eric ventured. "Right again!" Eve exclaimed, hugging Eric. "And who says PR people are dumb?" His face was screwing up to voice an objection, when she continued. "But with these rats, the ones that had been given the contaminated batch, they did the exact opposite. They made a beeline for a pad treated with cat urine, and nuzzled up to it. I suspect that, if they ran across a real cat, they'd do the same. Odds are, most cats would take the opportunity to turn rodents like that into dinner." "And you think it's the infection that does it?" Eric looked doubtful. "It makes them suicidal?" "No, I wouldn't call it suicidal, but somehow the infections cause changes in their brains that lead to the rodents acting in a manner that they ordinarily wouldn't - even when it possibly could lead to their ultimate destruction. It's just a theory, of course..." Daughters - Eve, Ch. 01 "So...they like to have sex a lot more, and they overcome their normal inhibitions? Either you've got the perfect 'Spanish Fly', or you've got a wonderful plot for a horror movie, dear," Eric scoffed. "And what did Dr. Holstead say?" "He didn't dismiss the idea out of hand like you," Eve said, looking reproachfully at her boyfriend. "He said he'd have our animal lab follow up on it, but that I really should move past that issue so that we could keep to the development schedule. He's right, of course." Eric decided it was time to take control of events. "Darling, as much as I love shop talk, wouldn't you rather we do something else?" Eric smiled, his smile having its usual affect on Eve. She accepted his embrace, and tilted her face up to his in anticipation of his kiss, their lips joining eagerly, her body already responding in anticipation of the pleasure he would bring her. The two lovers quickly found themselves in bed, yet again, naked in each other's arms. Eve expected Eric to gently force his thigh in between hers, then to insinuate himself between her legs, and then to insert his five inch long manhood deep inside her. To her surprise, instead of proceeding as usual, he whispered, "Let's try something different." Then he easily spun her around so that her warm, round ass was pressed into his hairy crotch. "Eric, not in my-" she began. "Fear not, sweetheart, just a new entry into familiar lands," he assured her. He wet his hand with saliva, then wiped it from the top of her pussy down towards her ass, followed by his swiping his thin cock with a saliva-wetted palm. Then he took his shaft in hand and eased it into her slit. It felt distinctly odd to be entered from behind, but not unpleasant, and soon both were well into the swing of things. After a fucking of a good five minutes or so, Eric began to moan. Sensing that he'd be cumming soon, and anxious not to be left out, Eve rubbed her clit with her fingers, bringing herself to a readiness for her own orgasm. "Oh, god Eve, I'm cumming!" Eric grunted, his thrusts becoming ragged, even as Eve felt his hot spurts inside her. Seconds later, she too, came and moaned her satisfaction as her sexual tension was once again relieved. The two rolled over onto their sides, Eve could feel the sperm of her man dripping down her inner thigh, and meant to get up and wipe herself, but soon dropped off to sleep, seconds behind Eric. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she reflected on her good luck at finding a man as loving as he. Her dreams were uneventful, and she slept soundly, as she usually did. * * * * The R & D lab had gone forward with sterile, reconstructed and new batches, as Dr. Holstead farmed out any further analysis of the contamination to another branch of Devonshire Analytical. Weeks passed and Eve put the contamination issue at the back of her mind. Eve was working on a further set of tests of the menstrual relief formulation, which had next proven to be resistant to her efforts to keep it in a stable state. It was a minor issue in the scheme of things - the formula worked properly on both rats and people, as their initial tests had shown, but had a tendency to separate into its components after a few hours in its container. It wouldn't do to have an 'over the counter' medication that was stratified into five or six distinct layers every time the customer pulled it out of their medicine cabinet. She set her cup of coffee down near the lab bench where she was working - she had retained at least that American habit, the only person in the lab who preferred it over tea. In fairness, though, she was picking up many Australian habits, including a certain virile piece of Australian outback beef that she 'consumed' quite regularly. Her intercom buzzed - it was Adana Vargas, the CEO's secretary. Adana's faint, almost undetectable Castilian lisp on every sibilant 's' informed Eve that she had a note for Eve from the CEO himself, and could she please come pick it up? Eve said that she'd be right up, but when she got to the executive suite, she found that Adana was not at her desk. Eve stood idly by for a few seconds, tapping her feet against the rich green carpet, then noticed a folded note in the center of the woman's neatly kept desk, with Eve's name on it. Assuming that she was meant to pick it up, she did so and unfolded it, reading it. It simply said, "Doctor Butler, as the CEO of Devonshire Analytical, I know that every associate's efforts are important to our ultimate success. I wanted, though, to take this occasion to commend you for your hard work on your current project. Please be assured that your efforts are appreciated." It was signed by him, in his rather florid script. Eve was surprised, but pleased to see that the godlike inhabitants of the executive suite were aware of her hard work. She wasn't overly ambitious - she was still learning her own job, and she knew that Andrew Holstead wasn't going anywhere, nor did she want him to - but perhaps she'd see a monetary bonus at some point. As she was returning to the lab she nearly ran into Adana coming from the same direction as she was headed. "Oh, Adana...I didn't see you. I waited, then saw this note - was this the one?" "Uhh...yes. I'm sorry, I had to use the facilities - you understand. Sorry I couldn't be there to hand it to you. The Senior management team wanted to recognize your work. Congratulations." "Oh, thank you so much," Eve said. When Adana didn't react with anything more than a brief smile - not even a limp handshake, much less a hug, Eve shrugged and said, "Well, I guess I'll get back to the lab." Reaching her lab, Eve seated herself at the bench and took a couple of gulps of her coffee, finishing it, and resumed thinking about the stratification problem. She had some experience with it as a theoretical problem in one of her classes back at UCLA, and knew it would most likely be solved merely by choosing an appropriate stabilizer to add to the formulation, but had to read up on which one would be the best choice. Before she forgot about the note from the CEO, though, she called Eric to let him know of her honor. He came down to the lab to see it. "I thought it would be, well, grander," Eric said. "Oh, thanks for the support!" Eve said, a little wounded. "Maybe if you have it framed..." he suggested. Eve rolled her eyes. "Not the 'attaboy' I was looking for," she said. Eric leered at her. "Well then, perhaps dinner and cream dessert this weekend?" "That Greek custard is so good," Eve said. "Oh. Yes, that stuff's good, too," he said. Eve looked confused, then said "EWWW", when she got the joke. On that note, Eric returned to his department. * * * * Two days later, Eve was reading some test results at her desk, when she began to feel lightheaded. "Whoo," she thought. "I must be working too hard." She figured that she might actually get more done if she could relax and let the non-logical part of her brain work on the problem. She told Doctor Holstead that she was going to walk back to her flat, and rest. He looked mildly concerned. "Is everything okay, Eve?" he asked. "Yes, I think so," she said. "I'm feeling a little fuzzy, and I also need to just ponder the stratification problem. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" "Certainly, Eve...take care," he said, giving her a little wave and a smile. As she walked out, she happened to look back. He was still looking in her direction, looking concerned and almost fatherly, she thought. Eve's flat was only five blocks away from the lab, and she made her way back along the urban Sydney sidewalk. She decided to stop at Cecilia's Bakery on the way, to pick up some lamingtons - the coconut dusted cakes had become her favorite dessert treat since arriving in Australia. Entering the small bakery, she looked around for Linda, the owner or her assistant, Felicia, but didn't see either one. "They must be busy with cakes in the back or something," she thought. Feeling the call of nature, Eve went to the ladies room. Finding the larger stall occupied, she went to use the smaller adjacent one. As she unzipped her skirt, she heard whispering in the other stall. "What the heck?" Eve thought. Then fumbling, and a crashing sound followed by giggling - clearly two voices, both feminine. The adjacent stall door opened as Eve stood, frozen, her skirt approximately a foot south of her hips. "Perhaps if I'm REALLY quiet..." she thought, but events swiftly overtook her. The door of her stall swung outward - she had not quite gotten to the 'latching' point what with all the hubbub. Felicia was standing there, looking bemused. Her white baker's blouse was open, her large breasts pendulant, her nipples stiff and hard. Eve had only met her once, and had thought her quite attractive. Then Linda Cross, the owner of Cecilia's, came out of the other stall, looking quite flustered, her clothes in disarray. Eve had always found Linda to also be quite attractive, and at thirty eight, probably twenty years older than the teenaged Felicia, but on this day both women seemed especially attractive to Eve "Eve," Linda said coolly, her eyes dropping from Eve's eyes, down to her breasts, then down to her panties. "It's so nice to see you," Linda finished, a wry smile on her face. Her dark hair was not hidden as it usually was under a baker's hat. Eve thought it was very pretty, with her long curls, glossy brown hair to her shoulders, and auburn highlights catching the light. Unfortunately it was only a fluorescent light, but that is the nature of ladies rooms in bakeries in Australia. Felicia, a shorter blonde with short cut hair, looked from Eve to Linda, then back again. "Come on," she said, pulling Eve out into the hand sink area, then quickly locking the door of the restroom. "I thought I'd locked the front door of the shop," she muttered. "You know how the latch slips," Linda said. She moved as though to unlock the door that Felicia had just locked. "Felicia, she's not-" Linda began, then stopped when Eve made no protestation, and made no move to leave. Eve felt confused inside, her mind working faster than normal, but her body reacting quite differently. She immediately figured that the two women had been doing, well, whatever lesbians do, together, and she had run across the act. But her body was slow to react in any way, giving Felicia the impression that Eve might also be a lesbian, or at least open to whatever such women do. Again, faster than normal, Eve realized that she was about to find out just what lesbians do. Instead of being horrified, as she expected, the thought actually intrigued Eve on that particular day and at that particular time. That was most definitely NOT a normal thought for Eve. She had not only never, ever done any of those sorts of things, she was certain that she didn't know anyone who did those sorts of things. Well, with the exception of Linda and Felicia, apparently. The same Felicia, who was at that very moment lifting Eve up onto the vanity by the hand sink, and bringing her lips to Eve's, simultaneous with her hand cupping Eve's pussy, only thinly protected from sapphic depredations by her white cotton panties. "Cute knickers, sweetie, let's see what they're hiding," Felicia whispered into Eve's ear, her breath hissing across her ear drum, the pressure of it tickling her, the heat of her words and breath raising Eve's temperature and interest. Nonetheless, in spite of her odd physical lassitude, Eve knew what was expected of her as a 'good' girl. "No, what are you doing, I'm not interested-" she began, but the weakness of her effort and the lack of any physical effort to escape sent a clear message to Felicia, and Linda, that Eve might just be very interested. Eve felt, at least at first, detached from the events around her. She felt Felicia's finger insinuate itself under the gusset of her panties, and stroke along her labia, not yet wet. "Oh sweetie, you have lovely pussy lips, do you mind if we see them?" Felicia whispered, pulling her cheek away from Eve's. Seeing Eve's eyes losing focus, and softening, the girl continued. "No, you don't mind at all, that's a lovely girl, I'm quite certain we'll make you so happy," Felicia said, smiling, her finger detecting increased moisture and heat just beginning to make its way from Eve's tight little cunt. She pulled her finger away from Eve's pussy, smiling at the moisture she saw gleaming there, then brought it to her nose, sniffing it. "Mmm, sweetheart, your honey is luscious," Felicia whispered, then slipped the wet finger between her lips, lewdly sucking Eve's lubrication over her tongue. Eve wriggled, feeling a strange longing in her clit. She stared, transfixed, as Felicia slipped her hand inside her own panties, the thin cotton at her mons undulating as the girl stroked the wet finger inside herself. Felicia's breathing sped up, her hips thrusting, as she lewdly and so obviously fingered herself. "Unnh, fuck..." Felicia moaned. "I've got to taste your sweetness..." She pulled her hand out of her panties, sniffing her finger, covered in her clear cream, and smiled, then brought it to Eve's face, touching her lips with the musky fluid. Eve had no idea what to do, and remained passive at first, then her tongue shyly touched a clear drop of the feminine essence as it hung clinging on her lower lip. It surprised her, tasting salty and sweet, and very pleasant. Felicia knelt in front of the blonde, as Linda moved in to take her place in Eve's sight. "You ARE such a lovely young girl," Linda said, smiling, as she, too, stared into Eve's slightly bewildered eyes. "I always look forward to you visiting my shop, you're so sweet and friendly, and so beautiful," the brunette said, her lips already approaching Eve's. Eve didn't fight her kiss, but didn't respond to it, either, at least for the first few seconds. Linda's lips pressed against Eve's, feeling no positive response, but as though waking from a dream, Eve began to respond, increasingly passionate, her lips soon pressing onto Linda's, her mouth opening when Linda's tongue lapped over Eve's lower lip, accepting the woman into her mouth. Eve's arms went around Linda's neck, pulling her closer, her building passion and desire now quite plain. Meanwhile, Felicia was working Eve's panties off her hips, from side to side, the top of the vanity impeding the easy removal of the thin cloth. Eve seemed not to notice what was happening to the lower part of her body, until that kiss from Linda, which seemed to ignite fires all over Eve's body. Her hips lifted up from side to side, to aid the younger lesbian in removing Eve's now-damp panties. Soon enough the small, thin wisp of white fabric, smelling faintly of Eve's body splash and a richer smell of aroused femininity, lay on the floor. Eve's vulva, never before viewed by anyone who had a sexual interest other than Eric and her one previous boyfriend, earned coos of pleasure from the experienced girl between her thighs. She spoke admiringly as her finger tips teased along Eve's labia. "Oh darling, that is the cutest little puss I have ever seen! Such a sweet little bush you have, curly and like a pretty little pillow for me to rest my head on. And your plump little lips, sweetness, so pink and full, protecting your small little vagina! How ever have you gotten a cock in there? Oh, but you want something much better than a man's cock, don't you?" Continuing, Felicia said, "And the most beautiful and precious pearl in all the world, nestled there below your sweet pillow, in its warm little bonnet, gleaming and glossy, showing off your desire and femininity for us. You'll like feeling a woman's fingers, and tongue there - we know so well what will make you happy and blissful - you'll never like anything better than a woman's touch! And perhaps we'll find you something bigger than a cock, if you've a desire for that, my darling." And then Felicia commenced showing Eve what she was talking about, as her tongue lightly lapped up one of the girl's swollen lips, danced carefully around her clitoris, tickling and teasing Eve's delicate organ, then lapping and licking down the other side, again and again. Eve sighed into Linda's mouth, as the two women kissed, their tongues dancing, their breath and saliva shared. Eve moaned with pleasure, her mind swallowed by the sensations coursing through her body, her need for more, and for fulfillment of the ultimate pleasure, growing to a degree she had never before experienced. Linda's hands caressed Eve's breasts through her blouse, Eve's breasts small but soft, and so receptive to the woman's aggressive touch. Linda's practiced fingers unbuttoned the few buttons impeding her, as her hand slipped inside Eve's blouse, then, in a flash, inside a cup of her bra, molding itself to her handful of warm, woman flesh, Eve's nipple, hot and hard, impudently pressing back. Eve moaned loudly, her chest pushing into Linda, her hand wildly seeking Felicia's head, to push her face into her pussy, fully aware now of the pleasure a woman's tongue could bring to another woman, but not yet at the level of ecstasy she sensed these women could bring her. Felicia giggled as she felt Eve blindly reaching for her, knowing what Eve wanted. "You want your 'gasm, ehh lover?" she chuckled, then thrust her tongue deep inside Eve's quite tight vaginal canal, and rubbing her nose over the female scientist's exposed clitoris at the same time. Eve's right hand finally found the back of Felicia's head, grabbing the blonde's short locks until Felicia yelped, as Eve's left hand pressed Linda's face into her own. The confluence of a woman's mouth and tongue on hers, and another woman's face on her pussy and clit, sent Eve to the explosion of pleasure that she had desired so much over the course of the last forty five seconds or so. Her body tensed, then fireworks exploded in her clitoris, her hips and thighs shaking, her thought processes frozen in place, indescribable pleasure radiating out through her to every part of her body, somebody's loud moans filling her ears - which she finally realized were her own. She felt as though she were levitating off the wash basin into the air, and floating on a cloud of scented carnations, basking in the early morning light of a spring day, rather than in the employee bathroom of a bakery in Sydney, Australia. "Unnhh, gug," she said minutes later, slowly returning back to her self, slumping onto the vanity top, her grip on both of the women finally relaxing. Felicia looked up at her. "Honey, you near squashed my head with your thighs! Had a bit of a cum, did you?" Linda added, "My god! What a storm THAT was! Do you always cum like that?" Eve looked from one to the other, then back again. She laughed nervously. "THAT was a cum?" she said. "I've NEVER cum like that before!" "Oh, dearie, I'm so sorry," Felicia said, rising. "Some women go their whole life without cummin' - at least those saddled with men!" She giggled. "Oh, don't be so hard on men," Linda said. "I fancy one, now and then...but you -it's 'Eve', right? - you've got a man, don't you? I think I recall you mentioning him...but I'd NEVER have taken you for one of us. I guess shows you never know, even when you're a Sappho follower yourself." "Sappho?" Eve said. "Um, that lesbian woman from mythology? I'm not a lesbian," she replied. Linda looked at Felicia, and they both started giggling. "Darling, either you're blessed with the most wonderful orgasms - whoever it is that you fuck - man or woman, or else you're the most lesbian woman I'VE ever met," Felicia said. "And so quick on the trigger, too!" Linda said. "It takes me hours, sometimes." Felicia sniggered. "That was that dykey with the motorcycle. She looked the part, but she hardly ever came through for you." Linda rolled her eyes, but said nothing. Daughters - Eve, Ch. 01 Eve stared at them. "I've never, EVER cum like that before," she said, slowly. "And I DO have a boyfriend, and I HAVE cum with him." "But, I take it, not like that," Linda said. "Nothing like that," Eve conceded. Linda shrugged. "Well, however it happens, enjoy it," she said. Turning to Felicia, she said, "I've got to clean up and lock up - the bakery, that is." Then looking at Eve, she said, "That was really quite lovely. I'm sure we'd both welcome you back anytime, but I've GOT to make sure I haven't been stolen out of my knickers with no one minding the store." The two women, mindful of the requirements of the Sanitary Inspector of the City of Sydney, washed their hands, although they clearly ignored his presumed horror at random lesbian sex in bathrooms. Then the two left, leaving the befuddled scientist alone. Eve gathered herself together, and remembering why she had gone there in the first place, sat on the toilet - AFTER making sure the door was latched! After taking care of her personal business, she, too washed her hands, then straightened her hair and clothes, checking her makeup - the little that she wore - then went out to the shop, where Linda was fussing about behind the glass display counter. "Ohh, Linda, could I have two lamingtons? That's the reason I came here," she said. "Certainly, dear," Linda said, their roles again returned to those of the familiar customer and shopkeeper that they had known previously. "Feeling like a sweet?" "Actually, I was feeling a little light-headed and thought I'd lie down in my flat," Eve said, her face reddening. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Linda exclaimed. "Felicia, you don't know!" she said loudly towards the kitchen. "Oh, what?" Felicia said, her face peering out of the doorway. "Poor Eve was feeling ill and we took advantage of her!" Linda said, her expression dismayed. "No, no!" Eve said. "I'm fine, I just thought I'd rest." Felicia looked at her dubiously. "You go straight to home, and lie down," she commanded. "Would you like us to check on you...bring you anything? Oh, you poor girl!" "Really, I'm fine," Eve said, her face now nearly a red mask, as she blushed furiously. "I don't know, dear," Linda said. "Your face is SO red." "Well, that's because I realized I shouldn't even have mentioned it," Eve muttered. "How much do I owe you?" "Ohh, goodness! There's no cost to you! You're a sweet young girl, you take care of yourself, we'll check on you in a bit. I have your address in my file." Linda looked at Felicia, and Felicia nodded her agreement. "Well...thank you so much...for everything," Eve said. She would have blushed again at her own parting line, but truth to tell, her blood stream was too tired to push blood out again to all those capillaries. She was certainly feeling more unsettled than she ever had before. She left the shop, the old-fashioned bell above the door ringing merrily as the door closed. She made her way to her flat, two blocks away, then set the pastries on the varnished wood top of the small kitchen table, and went into the bedroom. She pulled the shades down and undressed, lying down naked on her bed under the white top sheet, after pulling the bedspread down. The sheet felt cool and crisp on her body, the down pillow warm and snuggly against her head. She felt cozy and safe in her bed, and dozed as she thought about the events of the day. Before she knew it, she was asleep, and dreaming, though it didn't seem like a dream at all to her. Eve found herself in her lab, working at her work bench, and talking to Andrew, her boss. "Eve, have you been fucking the baker again?" he asked, as though he were asking about test results. "I beg your pardon, Doctor?" she asked. "Oh, you know, we all saw you, you really seemed to be enjoying yourself. It does my heart good to see a young girl having a good, healthy cum!" Andrew Holstead smiled in a fatherly way. "What's this about good, healthy cums?" boomed a voice from outside her lab door, as Eric entered. "You must be talking about ME!" He laughed heartily, posing like Superman, his fists on his hips. "Um, not really," Eve ventured, as she sipped at her coffee. She looked into the cup and thought to herself that she needed to develop a way to prevent coffee from stratifying. The two men seemed to be deep in conversation, and Eve didn't want to interrupt them, so she concentrated on finishing her coffee. As she was sipping it, Adana from the Executive Suite came riding in on a large wallaby. As she hopped over to Eve's bench, she lisped, "I have a note thtating how thuperior the Ecthecutiveth find your work!" Eve politely thanked her, as Linda and Felicia both strolled in naked, arm in arm, with a plate of lamingtons. "Dear, never, ever drink that American abomination of coffee without a plate of lamingtons to eat," Linda proclaimed. "Or at least a nice, hot pussy to eat," Felicia giggled. "Come to think of it, pussy's good to eat ANYTIME!" The two then lay on the floor in a rather passionate sixty-nine. Eve felt her face grow heated, then realized it was because her face was now between Adana's thighs, pressed against the heat of the Spanish woman's wet and molten pussy, her mossy cunt covering Eve's mouth and nose. Eve startled herself awake, and found herself alone in her bed. Her sheets were rather badly knotted from her movements. She looked at the clock on her bedside table, and saw that she'd been napping for an hour. She sighed. "What on earth is going on?" she thought to herself, then lay back to try to get a little more sleep, a curious lassitude overtaking her. She felt her forehead with the back of her hand. "It seems a little hot," she thought, then reached into the top drawer of the night stand for the spirit thermometer. After keeping it under her tongue for a few minutes, she pulled it out to find that she did, indeed, have a slight fever. Knowing that such fevers come and go, she thought little of it, believing that more sleep would help her to feel better. She fell asleep again, then awoke about two hours later, the clock reading 7:30. "Well, I've managed to kill the afternoon," she thought. "I hope I can get back to sleep in a few hours." She got up, putting on a robe, thinking that she'd have the lamingtons, and a glass of milk for dinner. "I can get back to a normal routine tomorrow," she thought. Besides, she wasn't going to turn her back on her newly adopted favorite Australian confection. As she sat at the table chewing the tasty, coconut topped cakes, and drinking her milk, she heard a light tapping at the door. Going to the door, she saw that it was Linda from the bakery. She opened the door. "Hullo, dear," Linda trilled. "Just checking up on you. How are you feeling?" "Oh, much better," Eve said. "Would you like to come in?" "Just for a min," the older woman said. "I've brought you more lamingtons, and some iced lemon cookies," she said, lifting up the paper sack in her left hand. "Ohh, how kind of you - but you didn't have to do that," Eve replied, touched by the woman's thoughtfulness. "Think nothing of it," Linda replied, as she sat at the table in the unused chair. Eve couldn't help noticing that Linda's hair was even more beautiful, in the more natural light of her kitchen. "Your hair is so lovely," Eve commented. Linda smiled. "Thank you," she said. "It is my best feature, I think," she said shyly. "Unfortunately, it's always hidden under a cap. It wouldn't do for my lovely hair to find its way into a cake!" Eve smiled. "Yes, that's a shame," she said. "Do you mind if I touch it?" "Oh, please do!" Linda exclaimed. "I always enjoy a woman touching my hair." Eve stood behind her, and began gathering and caressing the woman's long hair, Linda's hair a silken stream running through Eve's fingers, again and again, an incredibly erotic sensation. Linda cooed with pleasure, the slight pull on her scalp as Eve toyed with her locks akin to a sensuous massage of her scalp. Soon, though, Eve's fingers did move to Linda's scalp, as though her hands were walking themselves through a stream in a sunny, warm meadow, fingertips touching smooth streambed, Linda's hair coursing between her fingers in currents and eddies, both women experiencing heightened pleasure from Eve's touch. Both women sighed, and it seemed to Eve to be the most natural and desirable thing in the world, to lean down and softly kiss Linda, her lips lightly touching the older woman's warm and willing lips, their breath shared and welcome. Small noises from one throat to another was their verbal communication, the movement of their bodies in a growing union their nonverbal conversation. Eve was acutely aware of the fluttering of Linda's eyelashes against her cheek, soft butterfly kisses. Warm breath raced over each woman's cheek, as their kiss grew more passionate, and their exhalations grew more heated. Linda rose smoothly, into Eve's arms, her body pressed into Eve. Their breasts caressed each other, like small, fat and round puppies meeting and snuggling together for the first time. Linda's hands deftly undid the bow on the belt of Eve's robe, satin fabric releasing to expose Eve's naked beauty. Linda groaned as her hands raced over unfettered, bare female skin, desire firing her inspection of every bit of Eve's breasts and upper body. Linda's fingers attacked and tweaked Eve's sensitive pink nipples, the pain of her pinching, firing at the speed of light to Eve's swelling clitoris. Eve found her breasts thrusting themselves into Linda's strong, bakers hands, begging for more of her attention. The hands so used to kneading dough, now massaging Eve's soft breasts. "Oh god, yes, touch me!" Eve whispered into the air, knowing that Linda just would know already what she needed. And so she did. Linda reached up under Eve's light satin robe, and threw it off her shoulders, Eve moaning throatily as she felt cool air over all her body. She widened her stance, spreading her legs, and panting into Linda's hungry mouth. No words were necessary, the two ready and excited women worked in perfect concert. Eve's passion was a summer storm, coming seemingly out of nowhere. Linda leaned down, bringing her flushed face to Eve's equally flushed breast, taking a perfect, pink nipple in her mouth, her warm lips squeezing the sensitive feminine nub. Eve's fingers returned to Linda's full and glossy hair, fingers running through it, occasionally pulling her hair lightly, fingernails scraping the woman's scalp. From some hidden well of shared feminine sexual knowledge, Eve had no doubt that the pain on Linda's scalp would ultimately be interpreted as pleasure. Linda dwelled on Eve's sweet, small breasts, mouthing her plump tits, and grazing her teeth over Eve's nipples, reddening them beyond their natural pink. Eve yelped, then whispered, "Don't stop...please, don't stop." Linda's hands, busy helping her mouth tease and torture the young American girl, slid around Eve's slim waist to her plump buttocks, palms caressing the warm, round and smooth globes, quiveringly plump under her touch. "Ohh, touch my bottom....yessss....god, that feels good," Eve moaned, never having felt the joy and tenderness of a woman's touch there before. Linda's fingers gently caressed the soft, female flesh, then graduated to gently kneading Eve's ass cheeks, the feel of Eve's soft, feminine ass in her grasp, one of her most fervent desires. Eve's hips began rotating with desire, her clitoris demanding attention and fulfillment. Linda felt the girl's movements, and read her desire correctly, dropping to her knees and inspecting Eve's magnificent and artistically wrought vagina for the first time. It was clear to Linda that there was, indeed, a God, for no pussy that beautiful could occur by accident, and certainly not wind up in front of her already salivating mouth. "God, Eve, that's the loveliest pussy that ever was!" Linda exclaimed. "I can see why Felicia went on about it!" Eve giggled. "If I'd known that women saw it that way, I'd have become a lesbian in high school," Eve laughed. She felt pleased that other women were enthralled with her body - at least the two lesbians she knew were! "Umm, well, a work of art like that must be worshiped," Linda said, even as her tongue began scraping roughly over the girl's hot labia, and dipping in between her fat pussy lips to sample the creamy juice within. "Ohh, yes," Eve moaned, throwing her head back, and her stance widening even more, happy to feel Linda's tongue entering her. Linda lapped along Eve's sensitive lips, but couldn't bear to ignore her sweet, honeyed clitoris. She tentatively touched the small, pink pearl of pleasure with her wet lips, not even squeezing - just touching - and was shocked, but pleased at Eve's reaction. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh oh fuck! God god god I'm cum, cumminggg!!" Eve's hips rocked into Linda, nearly knocking her over. Linda was astounded at the rapidity, not to mention the power, of Eve's orgasm. "Am I THAT good?" Linda wondered, shrugging. She rode through Eve's reaction, startled when she heard Eve sob at one point. The girl's orgasm seemed to go on and on, and Linda was actually beginning to worry. She held her head sideways into Eve's furry crotch, afraid to touch her clit again, until Eve began to calm down, minutes later. Linda got to her feet, and embraced Eve. "Are you alright, honey?" she asked the trembling girl. "Could you help me to my bed?" Eve asked. "My legs are still shaking." Linda kept her arm around the naked girl, and led her to her bed, Eve lying down, then scooting over. "Please," Eve said, indicating the empty space on the mattress next to her. "I can't be alone, after that." "I've never felt anything like that," Eve whispered, when Linda was lying next to her, their arms around each other. "Not even when you and Felicia, um, were with me in the bathroom." She looked intently into Linda's green eyes. "Is that the way it's supposed to be?" "Sex - with women, y'mean?" Linda asked. "Yeah," Eve said. "Haven't you ever had sex, I mean outside of today?" "Well, yes....with two men," she said. "I mean, separately, not at the same time." She giggled. "And you've never cum like that before?" "God...no!" Eve confirmed. "Well, I've never cum like that either, with a man or a woman...not like that. I wished I did." "Then that's....unusual?" Eve asked. "I should say," Linda replied. "It was all pleasant, wasn't it? It didn't hurt or anything?" "Oh yes. I don't know how to describe it. It was all pleasant...better than pleasant, it was heavenly. My whole body sort of wound up, getting tense - and I've felt THAT before, when I came with boyfriends. But then...everything exploded, like a nuclear explosion, I guess, as opposed to a firecracker." Eve hesitated. "So, that's not the way it is when you cum with another woman?" Eve looked perplexed. Linda kissed her forehead, just because. "No, not for me," Linda said. "I think I'm pretty run o' the mill as far as lezzies go....I've never seen another woman cum like that, it's quite memorable!" "Is it me?" Eve asked, not really directing the question at Linda. "Have I suddenly started to cum, really, really cum, like, a lot? Would it happen with Eric? It would, wouldn't it, if it were me?" She looked at Linda, who shrugged, then smiled. "Would you like to see if it'll happen again...right here and now, sweetie?" Eve smiled back. "Oh yes...yes, I would," she said, as Linda kissed her lips, and pressed her body into Eve's. "Let me do some work this time," Eve said. "Lie back." Linda complied, lying back on the mattress, her head on the pillow. Eve knelt next to her, and began unbuttoning Linda's blouse. "I've never undressed another woman," Eve said, smiling. "Well, I hope you don't get any surprises," Linda said, laughing. "If you do, it means I've packed one of my toys in my knickers." "Toys?" Eve asked, as she finished unbuttoning the older woman's blouse, the fabric sliding to her sides, her white bra almost blending into her pale skin. "Never used toys, darling?" Linda asked. "Like a vibrator, or a dildo, or a strap on?" "No," Eve said. "Umm, I've always used my finger when I was masturbating, and guys used their penises....and you and Felicia are the first women I've been with." "I'll warrant not your last," Linda chuckled. Eve just looked demure. "Anyway, I favor a strap on," Linda said. At Eve's puzzled look, she said, "It's a dildo that you strap on. So, with that, I can fuck a girl just like a man can - oops, better than a man can." "That sounds interesting," Eve murmured, feeling a tingle in both her pussy and clit, at the thought of being fucked like that by another woman. She pulled Linda's blouse off her shoulders, and got her to help remove it completely. As Linda sat up, Eve reached around her to unhook her bra. Linda kissed her cheek as she did, and Eve brought her mouth to Linda's, kissing her in return, their lips warmly pressed together, as she pulled off the woman's bra. She leaned back to admire Linda's boobs. "Oh, so pretty!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on Linda's full breasts, her nipples also pink, much like Eve's, her areolae much wider than Eve's, her breasts slightly sagging, but quite lovely to Eve's eyes. "Touch them, sweetie," Linda urged her. Eve's hands tentatively went to Linda's mammaries, cooing at her warm and soft breasts, contrasted by her hard nipples. Her fingers caressed the woman's breasts, so much bigger than her own. "Your breasts feel nice," Eve said, now shy. "You can taste them if you like," Linda suggested. Eve dipped her head down to Linda's chest, and gently wrapped her lips around a nipple and a small expanse of Linda's plump flesh. "Mmm," Eve hummed into Linda, making the expanse of breast that wasn't in her mouth, shake a little bit. They both giggled. "I like THAT," Linda commented, her hand cradling Eve's head. "Me too," replied Eve, giggling again, then returning to sucking on Linda's wide nipple. Eve licked and kissed the woman's breasts for a good ten minutes, until Linda felt compelled to urge Eve to some of her other delights. "Darlin', would you be interested in seeing more of me?" she suggested coyly. "Oh, I'm sorry - I've never tasted or felt another woman's breasts - other than my mom, I mean, when I was a baby. I really, really liked doing it to your breasts." "Me too, hon, your mouth is divine. But I've got to get back to Felicia, eventually, so..." She lay back and started fumbling at the top button of her white bakers pants. "Oh, let me," Eve interjected, her hands going to Linda's waist. She unbuttoned, then unzipped, and began shimmying the thin, rough cotton pants off the woman. "Ooh, you don't wear panties!" Eve exclaimed, as the woman's full pubic bush was revealed first, followed by her fat, pink and tan mons. "No - it makes me feel so free...and a wee bit wicked, to work with no knickers under my work pants," Linda confessed. "Now, I know my little puss isn't as pretty as yours, but do you think you could, perhaps, kiss it - just a little?" Linda asked. "Oh, my, it's adorable," Eve gushed. "I'd love to kiss you there!" Eve bent down, her face approaching the woman's plump, fleshy labia, not unattractive to Eve, and smelling quite sexy and fresh. Eve's mouth went to Linda's opening, and she pretended it was another mouth on her new friend and lover. Turning her head sideways, she kissed it as she would Linda's mouth, and slowly slipped her tongue inside the woman's hot, velvety slit. She savored Linda's pussy when she pulled back her tongue, finding Linda's taste, and the creamy texture of her womanly lubrication, as attractive as her fragrance. Finding herself enthusiastic about eating a pussy for the first time, Eve stretched out between Linda's legs, and brought a hand up to Linda's breasts, caressing and squeezing her boobs while she ate her pussy out. Daughters - Eve, Ch. 02 Daughters of the American Evolution - Eve, Ch. 02 This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. Eve's story is the account of how it all began.... * * * * Adana and Eve "Welcome to the club," Eve said, leaning back in the kitchen chair. "What's going to happen to me?" Adana asked, her eyes narrowing on the blonde seated across from her. Eve smiled, her eyes resting on Adana's full bosom. "I think that you and I are going to become very close friends." "What do you mean?" Adana asked, her eyes now unable to meet Eve's. "Well...you said that you were having dreams of other women, of having sex with them. Why are you?" Eve asked, not unkindly. "I don't know...that's why I came to you," Adana said, weariness and frustration in her voice. She moved her nearly empty tea cup a few inches to the right. "And did you think that I'm an expert on dreams...on sexual dreams?" Eve asked, wryly. "No, no...but I think they have something to do with this...infection. Maybe you know what they mean, how I can stop them," Adana said, as she moved the tea cup back to its former position. "Do you want to stop them?" Eve asked, with a faint smile. Her fingers caressed the handle of her own tea cup. "Of course I do," Adana said, sounding offended. Her breasts rose and fell noticeably, once. "Really?" Eve said. "So if I suggested a therapy to you - one that involved a necessary intimate relationship between us - you'd accept it, if I promised you that it would take away the uncertainty you're experiencing?" Eve smiled to herself when she saw Adana's eyes widen at hearing the word 'intimate', then watched as Adana's eyes went from Eve's mouth, to her breasts, then to her pelvis. "I guess so," Adana said, shrugging sulkily. Eve smiled briefly. She was completely certain of what Adana wanted, even if Adana wasn't aware herself. "Very well, then," Eve said. "I'll help you." Adana looked relieved. "Would you like more tea?" Eve asked the raven-tressed woman. Adana nodded, and Eve poured another cup for them both. A few minutes later, setting down her cup, Adana said, "So, where do we go from here?" Eve said, "You have to learn to trust me." Adana didn't respond, but just looked into Eve's eyes. Eve could see her fear, and a terrible fatigue there. Eve stared at Adana for a long minute, not saying anything, then stood and took Adana's hand in hers. Adana's hand was like cold paper. Adana hesitated, then rose, and followed Eve to the bedroom. Eve could feel Adana's hand shaking, reflecting the torment and fear of the unknown the young girl was feeling. Eve's heart went out to the girl, but then considered that it was Adana's fault alone that she was in her current situation - experiencing wild dreams of the lewdest kinds of sex with other women. Eve turned and looked at her erstwhile admitted 'adversary.' "You really need some sleep. Lie down here, and get what you need." Eve's voice was so soothing and seductive to Adana's tired mind, that she could barely resist, and so she did as Eve commanded. Eve sat on the bed, her back against the headboard, her legs arranged to allow space for Adana between them. Hesitantly, Adana sat, then moved between Eve's legs, and rested her shoulder on Eve's breast, her head on Eve's shoulder. Both women were completely dressed. Eve could feel the fear in Adana's body, as tense as a coiled spring. She gently stroked the woman's curly black hair, and her finger tips gently stroked over Adana's neck, from her jaw line to her backbone. "It's okay...you're safe...relax...relax...you're safe with me..." Eve crooned, over and over again, until she felt Adana's body gradually relax. Eve could feel Adana sinking slowly into sleep, her body pressing against Eve's. When Eve was certain that Adana was asleep, she allowed herself to sleep, too. * * * * "Where are we?" Adana asked. She looked around at the bowers of flowering bushes, the numerous beautifully sculpted trees, the colorful birds flitting in and out of sight. The path before them seemed to stretch on endlessly. "It looks like the Royal Botanic Gardens," Eve said, looking around. She turned her face to Adana's. "Shall we stroll?" "I think I'd like that," Adana said. She looked at Eve, wearing a light spring frock, in pastel pink, then down at herself, in a similar light dress, all in lace and white, contrasting against her olive-toned skin. They each wore sandals, and bracelets and matching gold rings on the ring fingers of their left hands. Eve wore a small pendant, Adana a shimmering, almost invisible necklace of gold links. The two walked together, occasionally brushing against each other, and talked about their childhoods, Eve in Olympia, Washington in the United States, and Adana in Barcelona, in Spain. Adana laughed when Eve told a story about a classmate hiding an egg in her desk, that wasn't discovered for half the year. It was a memorable year for Eve, she said. It was her first year back at school after her kidney transplant - she was so anxious to make friends. Eve smiled at Adana's story of a class trip to La Sagrada Familia, a massive temple in Barcelona, in which Adana was 'lost' while going off on her own, thinking the tour guide was a witch. The two women admired the many blooming flowers and plants of the Gardens, and strolled the long, winding paths through it, sometimes encountering crowds or solitary visitors, but often finding themselves alone. Occasionally, their hands would brush together, and they would grasp each other's hand, smiling shyly at each other - then separating again. Their conversation sometimes turned to hopes and fears, and those were the times that they found themselves pausing to sit on a convenient wooden trail side bench, dark oak and satiny-finished, many artfully hidden in flowering bowers to afford privacy. "I think I'm afraid of being alone in my life," Adana confessed. "I think it leads me to make mistakes, sometimes." Eve patted her hand. "Sometimes mistakes bring people together," Eve suggested. "Do you feel that a woman as beautiful, and as intelligent as you really should have to worry about that?" Eve asked. "I think that you're a more beautiful flower than any of these around us," Eve said, the wave of her hand encompassing the foliage spread out in front of the couple. "What do you worry about, Eve?" Adana asked, shyly. Eve thought about it, then responded. "I think that I'm most afraid that I'll be a failure - that I won't succeed in ever leaving my mark on the world. Whether it's in starting a family, or achieving something notable in science, I'm afraid that I'll die having never changed anything, that my ripples in the waters of life will fade out, and affect nothing." "Do you think this is why we've been brought together?" Adana asked, curiously. Eve shrugged. "I don't know. It's all been very strange. I guess all we can do is to see how events unfold.." The two women sat on the bench, content, their hands together, drawing and granting serenity and energy to each other. * * * * Eve found herself waking, Adana still in her arms, both women still dressed in their clothing from the previous evening, their spring frocks gone with her fading dream. "They were so pretty," Eve mused. Adana's hair was just below Eve's nose. She smelt the scent of Adana's scalp, a pleasant fragrance, overlaid by her perspiration, still pleasant nonetheless. Adana slowly roused, then looked up at Eve through sleep-filled eyes. "I had the sweetest dream," she whispered in her waking voice. "About flowers?" Eve asked. "Yes - and a garden. We were together, you and I. We spoke of many things." "I had the same dream," Eve said. Adana looked at her, not believing it. "You were lost in La Sagrada Familia as a child, on a class trip," Eve said. "How did you know that?" Adana asked. "You told me," Eve replied quietly. "And you...you had a devilish classmate with an egg," Adana said, slowly, disbelievingly. "And you had been ill as a child." Eve smiled. "Yes, I had failing kidneys. A transplant saved my life." Eve said. "We were together," Eve confirmed, then leaned her face into Adana's, and the two women kissed, gently, briefly, their lips touching softly as they learned a little about each other. Reluctantly, Eve broke their kiss. "We have to go - we'll be late for work, and people will talk." "Oh my gosh, I have to take a bath - and change my clothes - oh my god!" Adana yelped. Eve laughed. "Do you mind if we share that bath? The hot water in the mornings is kind of...well, 'undependable' would be kind," Eve said. Adana was shy, realizing a shared bath would obviously require them both to be nude, together. At the same time, she felt a curiosity about seeing Eve's naked body, and a secret tingle at the prospect of seeing Eve naked. In no way was she ready to show her interest, though - and not ready to admit it even to herself. "Umm, okay," she said., her eyes now averted from Eve's. As Eve filled the tub, Adana removed her clothes in Eve's bedroom, while Eve stripped in the bathroom. Eve eased into the tub, surprised and pleased that the temperature was just about right. "The tub's ready," she told Adana, raising her voice a little to be heard in the other room. Adana entered the room, holding her blouse at her breasts, and draped down over her hips, looking embarrassed. She ventured a shy smile, but Eve could see that she was unused to being in the nude in front of someone she'd fantasized about. "I promise, my eyes are closed," Eve said, and then heard and felt Adana entering the tub. Eve visualized Adana stepping over the edge of the tub, her small, pink pussy opening as her legs parted, her interior glistening with her feminine anticipation and interest, her breasts full and round, tipped by sweetly suckable nipples. Adana sat down at the other end - which, in reality, was only a few inches away from Eve, once they'd both gotten settled. Eve opened her eyes, to see Adana smiling timidly. "Well, I made it," Adana said in a quavering voice. Eve looked at the woman, about her own age of twenty four, and felt an emotional warmth for her dream partner. Instead of bringing up their shared dream, Eve instead offered Adana a bar of soap and a flannel. Adana accepted it gratefully, and began washing herself, taking care to let the cloth cover her breasts whenever possible, though Eve was still treated to glimpses of Adana's lovely breasts, since the water level didn't reach that high on either girl. Similarly, Eve's perky breasts, much smaller than Adana's were fully in Adana's view, as Eve made no effort to conceal herself. It was Adana who brought up their shared experience first. "So, did it really happen, did we have the same dream together, or was it just a coincidence?" Adana asked, as she rubbed the wash cloth over herself. "I know one way we can find out a little more about whether it happened," Eve said. "How?" Adana asked. "We could go there, you and I, and see if that place matches our memory," Eve said. "I've never been there, so for me, that would be some kind of proof of, I don't know, something." Adana thought about it. "Tomorrow's Saturday, I'm off work, are you?" At Eve's nod, Adana added, "We could go to the Gardens then, and see." Eve broke into a big smile. "That sounds wonderful," Eve said. "Let's!" Their agreement on what would essentially be a date, seemed to break the ice, and the two talked about their lives, and interests, and families. Eve was surprised to hear how closely their interests, and their differences, meshed in one way or another. Eve had had mixed feelings at first - Adana had caused Eve to become infected, but then, that had wrought what Eve now saw as mostly positive changes to her life. And Adana had 'stolen' her man, but that was currently of little concern to Eve, now that she found her interests mainly in other women - including Adana herself - though Eve didn't want to show how intense her interest was. Not yet, anyway. And too soon it was time to finish the bath. Eve exited the tub first, to allow Adana what little privacy there might be. She rose up, water streaming off her curves, droplets covering her body, then joining together to race down her stomach, back and sides, tickling her. She stood in front of Adana, her mons exposed to Adana for the first time, aware of her wet bush, and of how her pussy lips had become reddish from the heat of the water. Her slit pouted open, from the heat of the bath water, and her growing excitement at being naked with another woman. Adana at first averted her eyes, but soon found herself unable to keep them off Eve's pink body, particularly given that Eve's ripe and pouting pussy was only slightly above Adana's line of sight. Eve turned to exit the tub, her full, round ass now exposed to Adana. She felt Adana's eyes on her, hungrily consuming her bottom, and even the dark cleft between her perfect ass cheeks, as she stepped out of the tub, her ass cheeks flexing prettily for the bewildered woman. Eve looked back briefly, a reflex action, and caught Adana staring at her body, and was pleased at her interest. The two dried off in separate rooms, then Eve offered Adana the use of one of her own outfits to wear to work. "They're clothes I just bought, and I've never worn," she assured her, knowing that Adana would worry that someone would wonder why Adana had come into work the same time as Eve - late - and wearing an outfit they associated with Eve. Adana gratefully accepted the offer, and promised to return the clothes as soon as possible. "I'm not in any hurry," Eve assured her. She had a momentary vision of Adana stripping her used panties off and handing them to her - then Eve immediately bringing the panties to her nose to smell the rich aroma of Adana's body after a day's wearing. Of course, she knew that Adana would want to launder the clothes first - she only wished there were some socially acceptable way to tell Adana that she would love to sniff her dirty panties! The two made their way to work, and pretended, for the day at least, that everything that had happened between them, had not - only nodding politely at each other at lunch. As Eve sat at her desk in the lab, she had the strangest feeling that Cynthia, the lab assistant, was staring at her. Yet, whenever she looked up, Cynthia was apparently busy with her own work. "Cyn, is everything okay?" Eve finally asked. "Yes, of course...why do you ask?" The attractive and muscular short-haired girl asked. She had a curious smile on her face. "Oh nothing...just an odd feeling I had," Eve said. Changing the subject, Eve asked Cynthia where Ben, one of Eve's fellow departmental scientists, and a fellow North American, was. She hadn't seen him all day. 'That's a good question," Cynthia said. "Yesterday, he had a visitor, a rather swarthy fellow - suspicious looking, if you ask me - left with him, and I haven't seen him since." "That's rather odd," Eve said. "That's what I thought," Cynthia said, then shrugged. Eve had some test results to show Andrew Holstead, so she gathered them together and took them to him in his office. "So, do you have any plans for the weekend, Eve?" he asked. "Oh, I thought I'd putter around my flat," she said. "And I've got a few errands to run." She didn't want to have to explain why she'd be spending time with Adana, since Andrew was aware of the Eve-Adana-Eric love triangle. "That's nice," he said, absently. "By the way, did I see you come in with Adana this morning?" Eve could feel her face redden - was he a mind reader? "We may have gotten here at the same time," she said. She wasn't exactly sure why she was denying a relationship with another woman, as the company had no problem with lesbians or most any other lifestyle. It was more that Eve wanted to be the one who outed herself, if it came to that. "Oh," Andrew said, smiling. He then gave Eve further instructions on how to proceed with the project, and she returned to her work. Eve called Adana before leaving for the day., and made arrangements for their trip to the Royal Botanic Gardens the next day. She had a warm feeling about their 'date.' Then, after her solitary dinner at home, Eve watched TV, followed by an intense masturbation session, coming five times in a matter of minutes. She sighed - the orgasms would have been so much more intense if Adana were there, she thought. But in many ways, Adana was there - Eve had her naked image in her thoughts as she frigged herself, and she could smell the lingering traces of Adana on her pillow. It was more than enough to make Eve cum, again and again. Eve didn't know that Adana, too, was masturbating to thoughts of Eve, though she had less experience and knowledge of the many ways that Eve could please her sexually. It was enough for Adana to recall their closeness during the night, how tender and wonderful Eve had been to her, especially given all the awful things Adana had done to Eve, and finally, the lingering memory of Eve's smell as Adana drifted into sleep, her head against Eve's soft, warm breast the night before. The next day, early on, the two women met at the bus stop where they could catch an express bus to reach the Gardens. Both seemed very chipper, and when they arrived at the Gardens, they were both in the best of spirits. Adana was especially light-hearted. "I feel so excited!" Adana said. "I'm not really sure why, but in any case, I'm looking forward to spending the day with you." Eve was happy to hear that. Perhaps Adana was getting over her fears. Eve was growing excited at the thought of being alone with Adana - far more than she would have felt to be with even Felicia. Walking through the Gardens, the two women stopped at several places and looked at each other, awed. "Do you remember this?" "Yes!!" "Those flowers, I remember them exactly!" After several hours, and lunch together, both Eve and Adana were convinced something inexplicable, but special between them, had happened in their shared dream. It was while they were walking to the bus stop at the Gardens to return home, that Eve casually took Adana's hand in hers, and squeezed it gently. Eve looked at Adana, and was greeted with a warm smile. "I feel as though there's something special...and important...about us being together. Do you feel it?' Eve asked. Adana smiled. "Oh, yes," she said. She paused, then said, "Would you like to have dinner at my place tonight?" "I'd like that," Eve said, hanging onto Adana's arm, then shyly giving her a peck on the cheek, with a secret smile on her face. "I really suck as a cook!" Eve exclaimed. The two laughed, then Adana told Eve how to get to her apartment, only a few blocks from Eve's. Eve suggested it might be easier if they just went together, straight from the bus stop. Adana agreed. Eve grinned after their conversation. She felt as though the missing piece to a puzzle had just shown up. The two sat together on the bus the whole way back as though replaying the final scene from 'The Graduate,' just content to be in each other's company - no words were necessary. After disembarking at their stop, they strolled the several blocks to Adana's place. "Whoa, this apartment building is a lot nicer than mine," Eve said. Adana shrugged. Daughters - Eve, Ch. 02 "My family has a little money, plus I'm kind of overpaid for what I do at Devonshire." Adana led Eve up to her apartment. When they entered, Eve gaped at the expanse and luxuriousness of the furnishings. "I think calling this a 'flat' is kind of misleading," she said. "It's more of a 'palace,' I think!" The apartment was beautifully decorated, and appointed with what looked to Eve's middle class eyes as exquisitely selected antique furniture, all collected by someone with fabulous taste. Adana put her hands on Eve's shoulders, and looked her in the eyes. "You've been so sweet to me - I wouldn't ever blame you if you hated me forever. There's no way I can ever make things up to you, so please, allow me to give you what little I can. I know they're just meaningless 'things', but it would make me feel better..." "I don't understand..." Eve said. "I want you to have this," Adana said. "Have what?" Eve replied, bewildered. Adana gestured at the apartment. "This...all this," she said. "I still don't understand," Eve said. "You want me to stay here?" "Well...yes," Adana said. "But, I'm giving it to you...it's yours." Her look was plaintive. "But I can't accept an apartment," Eve said, exasperated. "Of course you can," Adana said. "I own it - or rather my family does. We own the entire building." "Your family owns the whole building, in this neighborhood?" Eve was incredulous. "Yes...and I won't hear anymore about it. Please say yes," Adana said, her eyes nearly brimming with tears. "Adana, I appreciate that you might feel guilty about making a mistake...before...but really, I'm alright with it. I'm happier - believe me, much happier that Eric and I aren't, um, 'an item.' And as for the magical dreams, and the newly found interest in women, I am absolutely thrilled about that!" When she looked into Adana's eyes, she saw the girl's tears overwhelm her, and roll down her cheeks. "So...okay, I'll be happy to come over here, maybe a lot - do you have hot water in the mornings - yes? But, it's yours, you can just let me borrow it sometimes, okay?" Eve was grateful and thrilled at Adana's magnanimous gesture, but she didn't want the Spaniard to feel any more guilt. "Look, I think you and I...we... are going to be something special - it's what I feel. But we both need to agree that there isn't anything motivating us but the way we feel about each other. At least, the way I feel about you..." Eve's voice trailed off, realizing she'd put herself out on a romantic limb. Eve looked into Adana's eyes, saw the fierceness of her emotions, and slid her body into Adana's, bringing her lips to Adana's, kissing the woman she had discovered she needed in order to be complete. She felt Adana's body melt into hers, and Adana's arms go around her neck. Their first kiss had taken about five seconds. This one went on forever, in a sense. In some way, in some alternate reality branching off from this one, they just went on kissing until they moved on to another plane of existence. But in this reality, although they both had a sense of that other Eve and Adana, they paused their kiss for at least a little while, to attend to other things. "Adana," Eve gasped, "if you have whatever it is I have, you're going to find that you really, really want to touch another woman...and make love to her...and make her quiver mindlessly with pleasure, and delight....worship her femininity and essences...and have her do all those things to you, too." "I must not have it," Adana said, hiding a tiny smile. Eve felt a pang of disappointment in her heart. "Oh, I want to do all those things - but not with 'another woman' - just with you," Adana finished. Adana pressed her cheek against Eve's, her warm breath racing over Eve's ear. "Please, if you don't feel the same way about me, just...don't tell me, let me be happy for a little while in my ignorance." Eve felt hot tears coursing down her cheeks. "Yes, oh god, yes, Adana...I do feel it for you!" Then the two women held each other tightly, absorbing each other's heat, and softness, smelling the other's need and excitement. Suddenly, there was a loud gurgling sound from Eve's stomach. "Oops," she said. Adana pulled back, and looked at an embarrassed Eve. "Oh...was that your stomach? You poor dear, you must be STARVING!" Eve laughed. "I guess it was all the exercise, walking around the Gardens..." "Let me start dinner," Adana said, hurrying into the kitchen. Eve followed her in. "Is there anything I can do?" Eve asked. "Can you make a salad?" Adana asked. "Oh, yes," Eve replied. She set to work cutting tomatoes, shredding lettuce and eyed a cucumber that she found in the refrigerator. "Um, is this your only cucumber?" she asked, as Adana set to work on a dish involving veal medallions. "No, there's another in the pantry," Adana replied. "Why do you ask?" "Ohhh...just asking," Eve replied with a smirk. She peeled and sliced the cucumber, along with the other ingredients. Then she threw in a few other odds and ends she found in the kitchen, typical of the average single girl. The two women had their meal prepared quickly, and sat down to the dining room table to eat - Eve, of course, only had a kitchen table, so this meal was already a step up. Pouring a nice Australian Riesling, the two women toasted their new relationship. "I'm not sure, exactly, where we're going, Adana, but I have never experienced the happiness and contentment that I do when I'm with you - and if someone had asked me a week ago how I felt about you, I'd have had to say, 'Do you mean that girl in the Executive Suite'?' For whatever reason, I feel as though I've known you a lifetime, and it makes me want to spend another lifetime with you...am I babbling?" Adana beamed. "My mother told me never to say 'I love you' to a man unless I was absolutely sure...I think it still applies in this case." "I love you, Eve," Adana said, her eyes moist. "I feel the same, Adana...and I've never wanted a dinner to be over faster than this one - at least so that I can get to the dessert!" Misunderstanding Eve, Adana said, "Oh, I don't have a dessert, Eve - though I suppose we could get some pastries..." "Oh no," Eve said. "I have all the pastries I could possibly want right here." Her eyes were frank. Adana blushed, finally getting Eve's point, and squirmed in her seat. "Yes, I think I'd like that, too," she whispered, unable to look up. The two women finished, probably in record time, and quickly washed the dishes by hand. Adana washed, and Eve dried, then put away the pieces. They took every occasion to touch hips, and Eve invariably touched Adana's hands, and fingers, as she handed her pieces. Finally, neither could bear the anticipation and excitement any further. Eve took Adana in her arms, and the two women passionately kissed, hot lips pressed together, curious, hungry tongues seeking out mates. Their breasts, warm together, stiff nipples pressing into flesh. Adana's arms around Eve's neck, her breath whispering into Eve's ear. "I don't know what to do," she whispered. "I just know that I want you." "I know what to do," Eve said. "And so will you...soon." Adana giggled, and didn't object. Eve took Adana by the hand, and led her to what she hoped would turn out to be a bedroom for both of them. "Oh, this is beautiful," Eve gasped, particularly at the king sized bed. "My gosh, that bed goes on for miles!" "Do you like it?" Adana asked, pleased. "Oh, yes," Eve said. "C'mon, let's try it out." She climbed onto the bed, holding out her hand for Adana to join her. Adana joined her, and the two lay, side by side, at first hesitant. But the inner need they both felt would hardly let their initial shyness hold them back. It is so often difficult for two normally shy and diffident people to initiate lovemaking. But everyone dances to the same piper in love, and Eve and Adana were no different, particularly given that their new state of existence had so expanded the pleasures to be experienced in the arms of another woman. Shyly, awkwardly at first, Adana and Eve slipped into each other's arms. But their coming together from that point was organic and natural, as though they'd been lovers for years. Eve brought her lips to Adana's, feeling the Spanish girl's lips trembling, with timidity and anticipation both, their soft lips touching, then pressing. Eve's tongue was anxious, unwilling to wait, slipping into Adana's warm, wet mouth. "Mmm," Adana murmured in growing excitement at the unexpected invasion. The fantasies that had caused her so much distress had begun this way, as she had imagined an aggressive Eve dominating her - but now, there was no fear, no distress - only the warmth and tenderness of Eve's body against hers, bringing her tranquility and excitement both, oddly enough. Adana marveled at the soft feel of Eve's exhalations, warm and moist, soft currents on her cheek, so unlike a man's grunts and gasps. Eve's tongue caressed Adana's gums, slickly wet, tasting her saliva, the taste sweet, the feel so like a woman's pussy - the thought sent a tingle straight to Eve's clitoris. She moaned, and reflexively thrust her cunt against Adana's hip. Eve moaned in return, open to Eve's domination, openly submissive to her only slightly more experienced lesbian lover. "Oh, Eve," Adana gasped, her cheek sliding against Eve's, her lips pressing into Eve's ear. Eve shivered with pleasure as Adana's lips touched her sensitive ear. "Yesss..." Eve hissed, the touch of Adana's wet lips, then the tip of a shy tongue, on her lobe and ear sending her clit into light spasms of delight. Eve hugged Adana hard, briefly, as she came, momentarily lost in sensation, her lips seeking out Adana's again, her hand finding one of Adana's full breasts, both women groaning in continuing pleasure at the contact. Eve's fingers gently caressed Adana's soft, full breast through her blouse and bra, even with two thicknesses of cloth, Eve could feel how incredibly hard and stiff Adana's nipple was. For her part, Adana felt Eve's soft touch over her dark brown nipple, send sweet shocks of electricity coursing through her body to the tiny pearl of pleasure between her legs, her slit wetting in anticipation, as her body prepared for a night of pleasure and woman on woman ecstasy. "Ohh, Eve....yesss," Adana murmured, her lips only fractionally apart from Eve's. "Do you like that, baby?" Eve whispered, her words and breath racing over Adana's lips to her ears, more felt than heard. "Oh god, yes," Adana whispered back, her volume rising at the end, as she pressed her own clit, hard against Eve, sending tremors of pleasure through her body. Eve cooed as she felt Adana's spasmodic reaction. "Yessss, baby....cum.." she grunted, as her fingers more aggressively squeezed and teased Adana's sweet breast and nipple, her fingers tightly pinching the woman's long nipple through her clothing. "Aaaagh," Adana squealed, pain and pleasure coursing through her nipple and breast. "Was that too hard?" Eve asked. "No....it's wonderful," Adana moaned. "Don't stop...please!" Still, Eve slacked her pressure on Adana's poor, abused nipple. She thought that Adana might love the feeling during their lovemaking, but be in too much pain afterwards - and she never wanted Adana to be in real pain, there were too many luscious, enjoyable things they could do between them that didn't hurt her new love. "I want you to be naked with me," Eve whispered in Adana's pink ear. She felt Adana nod her head submissively. "Yes, I want to be naked with you...I so want to feel your body against mine...nothing between us..." Adana said. Eve began unbuttoning Adana's blouse, the buttons moving up and down with the rapidity of Adana's breathing. She could feel the girl's heart beating rapidly, too. "Slow down, girl, you're about to have a heart attack!" Eve teased. "I can't help it, I've never been this excited before," Adana moaned. "I want to cum...with you." Eve glanced at Adana, then smiled. "Okay, a quick fuck." Eve stopped unbuttoning Adana's blouse, the top few buttons undone, and rapidly jammed her hand, hard, under the waistband of Adana's skirt, her fingers racing over the girl's pudenda. "Oh my god, you're bare there!" Eve exclaimed - she had never even thought of a hairless pussy before. Adana blushed. "I don't know where the idea came from, it was in my dream...you told me to do it." Eve grinned. "I can't take credit for the idea...I never even knew such a thing was possible - but it feels really nice under my fingers...can't wait to see it..." Adana cried out as Eve's middle finger sunk into her sopping wet pussy, and the flesh of Eve's palm pressed hard onto Adana's clit. Eve was alarmed, then smiled when she saw, and heard, what was happening. "Oh god oh god oh god oh god I'm cumminng cumming cummmmmm fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck oooooooooh ohhhhhhhh...." the rest was unintelligible to Eve, but she understood it very well. She brought her face to Adana's, resting her cheek against her new lover's. She could feel Adana gulping, then breathing hard, then slowing her breathing as she came down from her sexual high. Adana's cheek was wet against Eve's. Eve pulled her face away from Adana, who had her eyes closed, her bangs were wet and clumped together, beads of sweat on her forehead. She let out a long sigh, then slowly opened one eye, looking at Eve. "My goodness," Adana said. "I thought I knew what an orgasm felt like...I think I didn't know at all." "It was a good cum...." Adana said, her timbre rising at the end. "Oh my goodness," Adana repeated. "One more like that, and I'll be ready to move on to the next world - I don't think there could be anything better than that." Eve smiled, but didn't say anything, just snuggled next to Adana. The two women lay comfortably next to each other. Adana was recovering from her most memorable orgasm, and Eve was content for their lovemaking to be as slow as Adana wanted it to be - or as fast as she needed it to be. She softly stroked Adana's arms and shoulders, and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Adana snuggled into Eve as she did. "Does that feel nice, Adana?" Eve asked. Adana nodded, then shyly added, "Yeah." "Would you like me to keep on massaging you?" Eve asked. "Are you ready for some more?" Adana looked up at her, and said, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes, could I please please please have lots more of that...please!" "Okay, let's take your top off," Eve said in a lilting tone. Adana sat up, as Eve pulled it off her shoulders and arms, leaving her in just her bra. "Mmmm, that's a very pretty bra, Adana - where did you get it?" "In Seville, actually. There's a nice little intimates shop there, on Avenida Constitución. I'd love to show you the area sometime," Adana said. "I'd like that," Eve said, kissing Adana, and pressing herself into the girl, as Adana let her arms go around Eve's neck. The two kissed leisurely, enjoying each other's smell, and taste, and feel, and small sounds of contentment. When they removed their lips from each other's a few minutes later , Eve looked at Adana inquisitively. "I've been meaning to ask you - your name is so pretty - does it mean something in English, you know, like Juan is equivalent to 'John'? Eve asked. "And if it's a dumb question, just ignore it." "No, it's a good question," Adana said. "And I've been waiting for you to ask." Then Adana told her. "You're KIDDING!" Eve exclaimed. Adana shook her head. "It is the truth." "That makes us kind of special, doesn't it?" said Eve. "And I think that makes me your woman." "Yes...but I am thinking we are already special, don't you agree? And I want you to always be my woman...and I want to be yours." "Well...as your duly appointed woman...I demand my right to become completely familiar with every part of your body, in every way," Eve declared. "Er, what?" Adana squeaked. "Oh, don't fret," Eve laughed. "I only want to look at you - very closely," she said. "The rest of the familiarization can come later." "I'm not sure I fully appreciate what that will mean in the future, but I'm willing to find out," Adana laughed. "Shut up and let me check you out," Eve said, kissing Adana's neck and reaching around the woman's slim, warm body to unhook her bra. Adana giggled. "I'm all yours," she sighed. Eve released Adana's bra, then pulled it off her shoulders and arms, her full breasts jiggling and pink, happy to be released from their confinement. "Oh, that feels so good," Adana sighed, simply at having her breasts freed. "I hate bras." "Please don't feel as though you have to wear one around me," Eve said. "I think your breasts are lovely." "If you're going to look at mine, at least let me see yours," Adana suggested. Eve smiled, and knelt before Adana. "Okay," she responded, as Adana began unbuttoning Eve's blouse. As the buttons became undone, Adana was pleased to see that Eve wasn't wearing a bra. "Ooh, nice," she said, as the slight swell of Eve's small breasts was revealed. "Mine are so small, I can get away without a bra lots of the time," Eve confessed. "I'm glad," Adana said. "They're so beautiful, they should never be covered - with anything," she continued, as the last button came loose, and she swirled the blouse off Eve. "May I kiss them?" Adana asked, her lips moist. "Yes, I'd like that...so much," Eve sighed. Adana leaned in, looking at Eve's pink nipples curiously, her own being far darker. "Your nipples are so sweet," she said. "So delicate and beautiful." She gently wrapped her lips around Eve's nipple, as though afraid she might hurt the blonde-tressed woman. "Mmm, Eve sighed. "That feels nice." "I'm afraid I might hurt you," Adana said, momentarily removing her lips from Eve. "No, it's alright. I promise I'll let you know if it hurts. Please, do what you like to me" Eve sighed. Her body was demanding more sensations. Adana returned her mouth to the pretty nipple, and began sucking on the hard little piece of flesh. To her surprise, Eve's nipple tensed even more, becoming quite hard, and Eve arched her back, sighing. "Yes...yessss," she murmured, her hands lightly on Adana's head, her fingers weaving into Adana's glossy black, wavy locks. "Mmm...bite me...bite my nipple," she cooed, as her fingers tightened on Adana's hair. Adana lightly bit down on the rubbery flesh of Eve's nipple. In spite of Eve's granting her carte blanche, Adana was still very cautious, only applying the slightest of pressure, as her hard, sharp incisor pressed into her woman's flesh. "Unnh!" Eve grunted, pulling hard on Adana's locks, sending a sharp pain through Adana's scalp. She lightened the pressure. "No, no! Don't stop!" Eve gasped, as the first tendrils of her orgasm crept through her clit. Adana increased the pressure on Eve's nipple, and Eve howled with pleasure and pain, her clitoris and entire vulva figuratively exploding in hot, pink sensation, ecstasy coursing through her from her midsection, to every part of her body, crooning mindlessly as she reveled in the pleasure she was experiencing, and which seemed to go on forever. Adana slacked off her pressure, as she sensed Eve cresting in her climax, and returned to simply sucking on her beautiful lover's sweet, pink nipple, now tasting a coppery aftertaste on her tongue. Eve had relaxed her grip on Adana's hair as she relaxed from her cum, to Adana's relief, and again cradled her lover's head with her hands. Adana reluctantly pulled away from Eve's nipple, looking up at the beautiful American girl. There were tears in Eve's eyes. Daughters - Eve, Ch. 02 "Wow," she whispered. "That was incredible." "I'm glad," Adana said. "I could feel-" she stopped, staring at Eve's pink nipple, now with one, ruby red drop of blood hanging from the tip, like the last drop of milk left by a suckling infant. "I've hurt you!" Adana exclaimed. Eve laughed. "Well, yes, it hurts - but I wouldn't have missed that for anything. God, it was wonderful! I've been cumming unbelievably since...well, you know...and that was the best by far," she said admiringly. She picked up the drop of blood on her fingertip, then sucked it into her mouth. "I bet if you kissed my nipple, it would feel better," Eve prompted. Adana looked dubious, but lightly kissed Eve's injured nipple, making the American woman sigh. "Still, I probably don't want to do it that way all the time, I wouldn't think," Eve said ruefully, as she gingerly rubbed her wounded nipple. She caressed her other nipple. "...and this one feels SO neglected..." she teased, with a smile. Adana hastened to kiss, then suck that nipple, her tongue rolling around the pink nub, as her hand caressed Eve's other breast, small and soft, but avoided touching her nipple. Eve cooed with delight. "Can I play with yours?" she asked. Adana said, "I'd love it," holding up her breasts with her hands, offering them to Eve, her dark nipples darker even in the light of the bedroom. "Let's lie together like this," Eve said, gesturing a mini 69 with her hands, "so we can look at each other, and kiss and lick." As she spoke, her fingers stroked her own pussy. It was apparent to Adana that Eve was building to another orgasm - as was she. The two women lay across the bed caressing, kissing, occasionally sucking, and just gazing on, each other's breasts. Adana was envious of Eve's small breasts, thinking them perfect and just the right size, as Eve saw Adana's as perfect, and just the right size. Eve watched Adana's chest rise and fall with her breathing, her breasts flexing outward slightly, then moving together again, loving their motion. As for Adana, she was busy admiring Eve's perfectly shaped and colored nipples, seeing their petite size and pink color as the ultimate expression of 'real' femininity - similar to how Eve viewed Adana's long and dark nipples. The two suckled contentedly on each other, as their fingers and hands pressed into and caressed their soft breasts, like kittens kneading their paws in soft fabric. Eve began to crawl forward, kissing Adana's ribs, then to her flat stomach and her sweet navel, licking inside Adana's knotted crevice with her tongue, tasting saltiness. Adana did the same as Eve's lower body approached her face and mouth, memorizing each inch of her lover's body, and sampling it with her tongue, nose and fingers, as well as with her dark eyes. She laved Eve's softness with her tongue, mother cat with kitten, as the two women purred in each other's arms (to extend the feline metaphor.) "Mmm, there's something in the way," Eve mused. "I must taste your loveliness." She hiked up Adana's skirt, exposing her sweet, hot panty-covered vee. Fabric flat against her vulva, lacking the usual cushion of soft, curled hair, showing clearly the soft bump of Adana's clitoris, and the twin thick ridges of her labia. Eve groaned as she momentarily rested her face against Adana's pussy, inhaling Adana's scent and her excitement, and felt her dampness on her cheek. Her lips traced over Adana's smooth labia, from just below her clitoris, along the steamy cotton, dark with moisture, until her flesh flattened out once more between pussy and ass, but still plump nonetheless. Eve sensed that continuing any further would take her mouth into the dark mystery of Adana's ass hole, and, while she wanted that - badly - she also wanted to experience Adana's wetness, and heat and excitement, but most of all, the soft pleasures inside her womanly opening. Eve put her fingers on the waistband of Adana's panties, and began rolling the sheer fabric down her mons, her skin smooth and unblemished where her cunt hair had been, her skin pink and glowing, and moist with her growing excitement. Adana lifted her hips to allow the further removal of her clothing, and sighed with anticipation of the pleasure to come, and the present pleasure of knowing that another woman gazed on, and admired, her pussy. "Is it...alright?" Adana asked, suddenly unsure if she could please Eve's tastes. "You're so beautiful," Eve breathed. Adana's clitoris was large, almost a small cock, really, dark red, but till hidden under its pale pink bonnet. Her labia were accentuated by the depth and width of Adana's opening, making her lips appear larger than they actually were. Eve sniffed Adana's scent, rising like steam from a hot pool, but fragrant and womanly, something in her smell making Eve's mouth water, and clit tingle. Eve gently ran her finger over Adana's labia. Adana sucked in her breath, her sensitive pussy being touched for the first time by a woman interested in Adana's increased arousal. "Mmm, yes," Adana murmured. "That feels nice." Her hips wriggled slightly, as small currents of pleasure snaked through her clitoris. Eve felt Adana's inner wetness brimming at the junction of her pussy lips. It began to leak out where Eve's finger had traced her wetness, like raindrops on a window following the trail left by a child's finger. Eve watched, entranced, as a single drop of Adana's cream leaked from her near overflowing slit, and danced down the side of her labia, toward her hip in a nearly straight line for about four inches, glistening in the light of the lamp by the bedside. Eve smiled, then kissed Adana's labia, her lips following the trail of feminine cum in reverse order, from its finish to its source, the well of Adana's molten pussy. Female tongue hotly intruded into innocent female slit. With Eve's tongue lapping Adana's luscious and creamy love juice, Adana sighed as Eve became focused on her sweet task. "That feels so unbelievably good," Adana cooed, as she began kissing Eve's inner thighs, both women falling deeper into their 69. Adana brought her mouth and nose over Eve's humid crotch, thin cotton puffed out by her generous pubic bush, soft pillow of girl fur. Soon, Adana had pushed Eve's panties down, and her mouth was tentatively tasting Eve's dewy pussy, even as Eve more voraciously licked and sucked at Adana's pussy. After a few minutes the girls were lost to thought as they became sensory receptacles for the sensations each other's tongue, lips and mouth were bringing about in their stiffened clitorides and flowing pussies. Ecstatic delight was building in Eve and Adana, flowing first in small, tentative rivulets through their thighs, clits and vulvas, then building to a stronger, deeper level of pleasure that suffused through them in symphonic streams of rapture, melding them both into a couple, and finally into one, two becoming a perfect one, over and over, for all time. Their bodies grasped at each other, and rubbed and pressed, squirting body liquids splashing the other's face, wetness of mouth joining wetness of aroused pussy, warmth of breast caressing flat of stomach, as both women crescendoed in their orgasms, multiple and quick, like bullets leaving a gun, one after another, changing and molding each woman in her own way. The two women performed their horizontal tango for long, long minutes, and when it was over, it really wasn't. Reverberations of that first mutual cum they shared would be with them both as long as they were together...in their minds, bodies and souls...which might turn out to be a long, long time indeed. Just like that, mouth at pussy, and pussy at mouth, they fell asleep. Somewhere in the night they gathered themselves together in a more traditional way of sleeping, and when they awoke that Sunday morning, Eve was in Adana's arms. It was hard to say who smiled first, but even harder to say when they stopped. The women had a homely and comfortable Sunday breakfast, and later parted to attend to their separate affairs, Eve returning to her flat. Life returned to near normal, but the women were now sharing lunches at work, growing closer in their professional lives, as they had in their intimacies. Three days later came a particularly interesting incident involving the two lovers, and Eric. * * * * Eve heard a knock at the door, and opened it, finding Eric, accompanied by a nervous Adana. "Eric...Adana...hello," she said, more than a little surprised to see Eric, and even more surprised to see him with Adana. "Hi, Eve," Eric said. "I know this is, er, awkward, but I insisted that we stop here. We really need to talk." "Talk? About what?" Eve said, amused. "About how...well, how abruptly things fell apart between us. I wanted to make sure there weren't any hard feelings," he said. "Mmm...okay," Eve said slowly, her eyes on Adana's. Adana rolled her eyes slightly, and Eve tried not to smirk. "Please, come in," Eve said. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Water would be fine," Eric said. "Yes, water please," Adana said. They both stood in the kitchen, looking nervous. Adana felt awkward, but Eric seemed resolute. "I insisted that we stop by - Adana said we shouldn't, but I overruled her. I think we need to clear the air about the, well, confusing relationships here." "Please...go ahead," Eve said, smiling diplomatically. "Okay," Eric said. "Um, you and I had been getting along pretty well - I thought - then you abruptly just...ignored me. I'm okay if you didn't want to see me anymore, I guess those things happen. And as it happens, Adana and I found that we had things in common,,,,and we started dating. I wanted to know a little bit about what happened between us, and also to let you know that Adana and I are together." Eve looked at Adana. "How do you feel about this...um, situation?" Eve asked. "I told Eric that it was a mistake for him to come over here," she said, her mouth turning down. Eve nodded. "You really do deserve some kind of explanation," Eve said, looking at Eric. She sighed theatrically. "I just thought that...that you were too good for me," Eve said. She saw a slight, secret smile appear on Adana's face. Her lips were so warm and red. Eve could feel her pussy wetting, imagining her lips on Adana's, then on Adana's pussy. "Really?" Eric said, surprised. He moved around in his chair, as though he were suddenly experiencing sudden discomfort in his pants. He smiled. "I didn't think of that," he said. "But that's not really true," he said, nervously glancing sideways at Adana. "I mean, you're a wonderful person...so beautiful....I wouldn't have thought that." Adana was smiling more openly now, but the smile quickly disappeared. "I think you should let your feelings out, Eric," Adana said, looking at him. "It can only be healthy if the evening ends with everyone being clear on where they stand...since you wanted to talk to Eve now, I mean," she said. "Well..." Eric said, slowly, almost reluctantly, "I do still have some feelings for you, Eve, in spite of what happened. But I have feelings for you, too, Adana," he said, trying to look solicitously into the face of each woman in turn. Eve wondered if his head would swivel off, it was going in a 90 degree arc so quickly. "Do you mean...you're interested in both of us?" Eve asked innocently. She saw Adana's eyebrows go up, and then her lips purse, and relax in a soft smile. God, Eve so wanted to have Adana in her embrace at that moment. Her nipples stiffened, and she felt them pressing against her blouse. She saw Adana's eyes flicker downward to her breasts, and Eve felt her wetness increase between her legs. "You're both lovely, smart, personable and exciting women," Eric went on. "Could you blame a man for being enthralled by you both?" "No, I think I understand," Eve began. "Even another woman like me can see that Adana is really quite fabulous." Eric looked startled, but pleased. "Adana, you have a lovely body, such full, lush breasts. What man could ignore those?" Eve said. "And your ass is so full, and round - oh, I sometimes wish I were a man so that I would have a chance to caress and hold them. But I'm sure Eric is excited by your glossy black hair and deep, brown eyes, like darkened windows into your soul..." Eric was smiling broadly now. "...and of course, your smooth, olive complexion is excitingly exotic, your plump lips beg to be kissed...I understand completely how Eric feels," Eve finished. "Mmm, well...yes," Eric said. "And I would be remiss if I didn't say that I, too, think that Eve is very beautiful," Adana interjected. "Your beautiful blonde hair, cascading over your shoulders, your blue eyes, so clear and expressive...and your lips, yes, so kissable, tasting of honey, I'm certain. Your sweet body, so lithe and firm, beautiful breasts and ass...yes, if I were a man, I would find myself in love with you," Adana said, her eyes speaking only to Eve. "I'm, um, pleased that this is going so well," Eric said. "I wish there were some way that we could, um, express our feelings for each other," he said, head swiveling again. Eve thought that he looked like a ventriloquist's dummy. "Perhaps....no, you'd never..." Eve began. "What?" Eric said, rather too quickly. "It's just that...well, I could, I think, but I'm sure that Adana would never..." She stopped, as though reluctant to say more. Eric's voice was strangled. "No, please, go ahead, tell us..." "Oh no, I could never," Eve said demurely. "You look so charming, Eve" Adana said. "I'm always a mess when I leave work, slopping about my apartment in my underwear...but you, you look lovely," "Thank you," Eve said to Adana. "And your outfit, so stunning. Really, you're quite mouth watering." Eric was squirming. "Eve, what were you saying?" Eric said. "Something you thought you could do..." Eve looked shy. "You'd both have to promise never to breath a word of this," she said, looking at Eric, then Adana. Eric's head threatened to fly off his neck, Adana only smiled. "Well..." she began, "...I do so admire Adana, Eric, that I suppose I might not mind seeing her with you.." "You mean, 'with me' as in 'in bed with me'?" Eric asked, his eyes bugging out. Eve nodded shyly. Eric grinned, then swiveled back to Adana. "Would that be okay...?" he asked. Adana looked dubious. "I don't know," she said slowly. "I've never been naked in front of another woman - at least, while having sex with a man." "Um, maybe if we were all naked...then it would be alright," Eric suggested, praying for their agreement. "Well, I suppose it would be okay..." Eve reluctantly said. "Yes, after all, I've already seen you both naked," Eric grinned. "And you're both cosmopolitan, right? And then, of course, you're both women, so seeing each other naked is no big deal, right?" "No, of course not," both women agreed. "Well, I suppose it might be alright then," Adana said. "So, it's agreed," Eric said. "We could use your bedroom, right now, don't you think, Eve?" "I think I'd like that," Eve said, fluttering her eyelashes at Eric. "Mmm, and so would I," Adana said, rising and taking both Eric and Eve's hands. As they walked toward the bedroom, Adana moaned in pain. "What is it?" Eve asked, looking concerned. "Ohhh...my period, I was hoping it wouldn't come until tomorrow. I can feel it...here," she said, holding her hand flat against her pelvis. "Ohh....Eve, do you have any napkins?" Adana asked. "No, I use tampons...will that do?" Eve asked, looking concerned. "I guess so....can you excuse us, Eric?" Adana said, slightly bent over and holding her stomach. "Uhh, sure," he said, flustered. "Um, I'll wait here." The two women went into the bathroom and closed the door. Adana slipped into Eve's arms, and they kissed warmly. "Oh god, he wouldn't go away - he insisted," Adana breathed. "Eve, he came over unexpectedly. He insisted we 'go out', I couldn't put him off...then he wanted to have us see you....I knew he was planning a threesome all along. Of course, I liked the idea of a threesome - as long as the second and third were other girls. I just didn't want to have it with a guy. Am I a bad person?" Adana pouted playfully. Eve smiled. "Yes, I thought something like that was going on," she said. "It doesn't sound as though he gave much consideration to how you felt about things," Eve said, frowning, then breaking into a grin. "I've been thinking of nothing, and no one, but you," Adana breathed. "I had to be in your arms again...to kiss you...touch you....taste you...and be yours." "Funny how your period came on just like that, huh?" Eve grinned. Adana giggled. "It seemed like the perfect excuse, even if it's not exactly true. I had my visit two weeks ago." Eve kissed Adana, their lips pressed together, their tongues dancing, their sweet breath and saliva shared eagerly. Adana pressed her breasts into Eve's, the heat of their bodies together exciting them both. "I really do need to give you a tampon - after all, I promised," Eve breathed into Adana's ear. "Yes, I'd like that," Adana whispered. "But I could hardly walk out there holding it, could I?" "Hmm, I see what you mean," Eve said. "I guess we'll just have to put it in." She looked at Adana who raised her eyebrows. "Oh yes, I insist," Adana purred. Adana smiled, and sat on the closed toilet seat, daintily pulling her panties down over her thighs, then down her legs, catching momentarily on her shoe, then she slipped them off entirely. Eve took them in her hand. "These are so pretty," Eve said, holding up the frilly pink panties, then bringing them to her face. "Mmm, and they smell so good, too!" Adana moaned, and her right hand caressed her labia and clit, as her left hand held her dress up so both women could see her cute pussy and clitoris. Eve opened up a box of tampons, taking one out. "I don't want to put this in you unless you're wet," she said. "I'm getting there...could you help?" Adana giggled. "I was hoping you'd ask," Eve said, getting on her knees in front of the seated Adana, her legs spread wide now, her fingers furiously strumming her erect clit. "Oh oh ohhhh..." Adana moaned, as she came, pleasure coursing through her hips and pelvis. Eve watched patiently, absorbing pleasure from seeing how Adana pleasured herself, the tips of her fingers pressing on the hood over her clit, and frantically moving up and down, then looked up to watch Adana's face at the sound of her first moan, loving the expressions of ecstasy passing over her lover as the sensations exploded through her clitoris, radiating through her body. Eve smiled with happiness at Adana's pleasure. She rested her hands on Adana's thighs as she slowly relaxed from her orgasm, then Eve softly kissed the woman's inner thigh, taking her time, letting Adana recover herself. As Adana's breathing slowed, Eve looked up into her radiant face, her eyes questioning. Adana sighed, then nodded, spreading her legs a little more, as they had reflexively pulled together when she came. Eve kissed her way up Adana's warm thigh, her face ever nearer to Adana's deep pink clitoris, and her dark red slit. Eve's mouth hovered over Adana's pussy, feeling the heat and damp flowing off her sex, then gently lapped at the tight opening, forcing her tongue inside. Adana moaned, pleasure once again starting up, as much from the thought of Eve licking her as from the actual sensations themselves. "Ahhh...yesssss..." Adana cooed, as Eve slathered saliva inside her quite wet pussy. Strands of wet, clear liquid, whether from Adana or Eve indistinguishable, dripped onto the white-lacquered wooden toilet seat from Adana's now fiery-red opening. Eve gently inserted a finger into Adana's hole, fucking it in and out, then slowly inserted the tampon into Adana's wet vagina, retracting the holder from her pussy, leaving the cotton tube inside. Daughters - Eve, Ch. 03 Daughters of the American Evolution - Eve, Ch. 03 (Conclusion) This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%. Eve's story is the account of how it all began....this is the conclusion of this chapter of her life. * * * * Eve sat at her desk in the Research and Development lab of Devonshire Analytical, Ltd, one of Sydney, Australia's leading pharmaceutical companies, pondering the mystery of the unknown person who had contaminated the formulation under her care, and, even more perplexing, why they had done it. Idly, she tickled the small, stuffed koala that Andrew Holstead had given her for her birthday. Its glassy eyes stared back at her in a friendly, but professional, manner. As he was much older than Eve, Andrew had been something of a substitute father figure to the twenty-four year old American. Her parents and two sisters were back in Seattle, and she was feeling just a slight touch of home sickness. She brushed back her dark blonde hair with her hand, and sighed. She had been in Australia as the decade turned into the 1990s, nearly a full year away from home. As to 'who' might have caused the contamination, Eve mentally reviewed each person who had most access. First, of course, as head of the lab, was Andrew Holstead. He had greatest access, and never had to let anyone know what he was up to. But Eve couldn't divine any reason why he would bother to do so. He had barely shown any interest in the project over and above that required by his job. Next was Ben Marker, the scientist who had access, the necessary skills, and had been mysteriously absent from the lab on many occasions, and who had been seen with a very odd stranger, according to Cynthia. But again, why would he be doing this? Jealousy of Eve's role in development of the new formula? Maybe, but it wasn't as though this would be a revolutionary new product. It was really a run of the mill, over the counter discomfort reducer for women - perhaps a steady seller for their client, Novagon, if it were successful, but most likely nothing more than that. And that left Cynthia Murray. She was no scientist, only a lab technician with a BS degree. She was also young, so she brought neither knowledge or experience to the sabotage, nor could Eve think of any reason why Cynthia would get involved with sabotaging a project at Devonshire. She seemed like the best place for Eve to start her investigation, however, as twenty-one year old Cynthia would probably be the easiest to eliminate, and certainly the most naive - Eve was obviously no detective, and needed to practice her investigational skills on a suspect who wouldn't know any better. Eve waited until she and Cynthia were alone in the lab. Andrew and Ben were away at a day-long seminar in Bathurst, and Eve had a fair certainty that she and Cynthia wouldn't be interrupted, as Eve slyly (she hoped) quizzed her. "Cyn, how's it going?" Eve asked, conversationally. "Fine," answered the short-haired, almost boyish, lab technician. "How about you?" "Oh, pretty good," Eve said. She was trying to think of how she could get on the subject she wanted to talk about, when Cynthia continued. "Hey, I notice you and Adana from the Executive Suite are hanging out a lot," Cynthia said, her eyes speculative. "Um, what do you mean?" Eve asked, nervously. Cynthia grinned. "I saw you two at the Coles market two Saturdays ago, in the produce aisle. You seemed rather...chummy. You two were giggling at the cucumbers." "Oh, uh, we had gone somewhere that day, a movie, and it was just easier if we did some shopping together...you know, do it all at once." Eve felt a light sheen of sweat break out on her forehead. "Yuhh, 'do it', I know," Cynthia said, her tone, and the leer on her face conveying the impression that she had Eve perfectly pegged, unfortunately. Cynthia was a very attractive girl of about twenty one, somewhat on the athletic side, and Eve had more than once wondered how Cynthia would be in bed - at least since Eve had had her life converted, anyway. Ever since Eve had been infected with a mysterious protozoan, she had become an enthusiastic lesbian - with Adana, the woman who had inadvertently infected her, and with two female baker friends, the women who introduced Eve to sapphic love in the restroom of their bakery. But she had tried to keep her new sexual interests under wraps, otherwise. Neither Eve nor Adana felt that they had to be monogamous with each other, though they were deeply in love with each other. Eve conceded that it was quite unusual for someone to be both deeply in love with another, but also very interested in fucking many others, but what was there about Eve's stay in Australia that had NOT been unusual? Eve decided that she had to get the conversation back on track. "Cyn, I wanted to ask you about the incident we had a few weeks ago - you know, the contamination of the batch of formula? I'm asking everyone in the lab, what they saw, and what they remember from that time, in order to get a better idea of what happened...to prevent it in the future." "Oh, okay, sure, ask away. Let me just check the door, to see that we're not interrupted. That way you can get it finished faster." Cynthia went and locked the lab door. That seemed a little unusual, but Eve shrugged. Presenting herself back at Eve's cubicle, she stood by Eve, who was seated. "Please, take a seat," Eve said, gesturing at Ben's chair in the cubicle next to hers. "Nah, I sit too much as it is, it helps me stay in shape if I'm on me feet. Besides, Ben farts in that chair." Cynthia wrinkled her nose. "Does he?" Eve said. "I hadn't noticed.' "Yeah, well, you've not been next to him when he cuts one...I'm surprised the lab rats don't just all kick off. They're pretty sensitive, you know." "Speaking of lab rats," Eve said, "I wanted to find out what you might have seen that you thought was...unusual, around that time." "Oh, I'll be happy to discuss that, there's some unusual things happening alright, but really, you haven't noticed them yourself?" Cynthia asked, moving closer to Eve. "Like what?" Eve asked, puzzled. "Oh, like your fucking that hot little secretary from down the hall...maybe having your tongue deep inside her steamy little twat?" Cynthia said, with an evil grin, as she grabbed Eve's wrist, and twisted the American's arm behind her back in a flash. "OWWW! What?" Eve exclaimed. If she were hoping to reason any more with Cynthia, it didn't seem likely that her expectations would be met, as Cynthia forced Eve's face onto her desk, the scientist brutally pinned to the wood surface. Clearly, Cynthia was MUCH stronger than Eve had ever thought. Eve's thoughts were racing rapidly - it looked as though she'd found the culprit on her first try! But now she was not exactly in a position to do anything about it. However, Eve's thoughts began to travel in a radically different direction as her body began to respond to Cynthia's unexpected abuse. While Eve was pinned by Cynthia's right hand, her left hand was, first, flipping up Eve's white lab coat onto her back, followed by her dress being flipped up the same way, followed in rapid succession by her panties being pulled down, and Cynthia's hand slipping between Eve's thighs. Surprisingly, after such rough, inexplicable treatment, Cynthia's hand and fingers were very gentle...at first...and then very obviously, practiced in the ways of bringing pleasure to another woman. Cynthia's finger tips were teasing and tracing along not only Eve's increasingly hot cunny and clit, but also over the sweet sensitivity between pussy and anus, and all around her ass hole itself. Eve found herself responding rapidly, excitement quickly growing, and it might as well have been Felicia or Adana, Eve's only previous 'real' experiences, playing with her for all the reluctance she was feeling - which is to say at that point, none. "Oh god, Cynthia," Eve blurted. "That feels so fucking good. Fuck me, fuck my pussy...oh god, yesss, my ass too...oh fuck, I'm cumming already.." she moaned, as Cynthia stroked and poked the cute young girl's eager holes. Cynthia chuckled as she fucked her index finger into Eve's tight ass hole at the same time her little finger was stroking Eve's spasming clit, and her middle and ring fingers were fucking into Eve's already gushing vagina. "How's that, slut?" Cynthia asked, though Eve got the impression that Cynthia didn't give a fuck what the answer would be. Eve didn't answer, only wriggled her bottom onto Cynthia's hand - god, she wanted...no, needed, more of that fucking - hard, and remorseless. Cynthia jammed herself harder into Eve. "Oh lord, I'm going to be so bruised," Eve thought to herself, but she couldn't protest - not while that sweet tension was building to an explosive level in her pussy and clit. Like a dam bursting, she was once again flooded in sapphic pleasure, her body spasming as she came, over and over, intense waves of ecstasy and delight coursing through her entire body, as she flopped around on her desk. "You like that, bitch?" Cynthia growled, as she felt Eve wriggling on her impaling fingers. Eve grunted. "Then you'll like this even more..." Cynthia whispered in Eve's ear, bending down and biting her ear lobe until she yelped. The confused American girl could no longer easily differentiate between pleasure and pain, and felt rivers of delight run from her sore ear to her cunt. "Want me to stop?" Cynthia challenged the bewildered, but frantically excited, American. "No...yes....I mean, unnh, god! Yes, yessss, fuck me...please! But please don't hurt me, that hurt me when you bit me..." "Shut the fuck up and spread your legs wider," Cynthia barked. Her fingers stopped wriggling inside both of Eve's holes, and instead Cynthia concentrated her attention on Eve's pussy alone. She roughly thrust three fingers inside Eve - fortunately, Eve had opened at least a little from Cynthia's two fingers, but she felt her vaginal walls stretching to accommodate Cynthia's rape of her tiny cunt. "Unnh," Eve grunted, raising her ass up, her feet on tip toes, in a vain attempt to give more access for Cynthia into her tender pussy. Cynthia continued adding fingers until she had her whole hand poised to enter Eve's tight vagina. "Mmmm," Cynthia cooed into Eve's ear, nuzzling her ear lobe again between her teeth, increasing the pressure of her teeth on Eve's sore flesh. Eve whined, "Nooo...please..." It wasn't clear if Eve wanted to prevent Cynthia from causing her more pain, or if she were begging for more. Cynthia slowly, inexorably, began twisting her hand around as she pushed into Eve. Millimeter by millimeter, agonizingly but teasingly slowly, her hand slipped inside Eve's aching, hot cunt. "Oh, oh, oh!" Eve whispered, as the pain and discomfort of her vaginal walls stretching, slowly converted into a feeling of immense fullness down there, then to a soft tingle, and finally to a buzzing that swelled her clitoris with excitement and pleasure. She felt her cream dripping hotly down both her inner thighs, excitement burning her skin where it touched. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" Eve crooned, as Cynthia's fisting of her excited and swollen pussy set off fireworks of bliss in her being, her body thrilling to her submission to another woman's complete and total domination. Eve would have done anything that Cynthia commanded at that instant, her body oozing into a servile and submissive puddle of girl goo. The moment passed, but Eve was shocked, but also thrilled, at her own willingness to allow Cynthia to use her as she wished. But Cynthia wasn't finished, just because Eve had cum. Her hand worked itself deeper inside Eve's abused pussy, its way made much easier by Eve's sopping wetness. Cynthia went down on her knees behind Eve, who barely noticed that Cynthia was no longer holding her down. Even if she had noticed, it would have mattered little, since at this point Eve had no desire to escape from Cynthia's abuse. Cynthia's hand was buried inside Eve's pussy all the way up to her wrist, as Eve spread her legs farther and farther apart, not so much at that point to ease any discomfort, but rather to encourage Cynthia to fist fuck her even deeper and harder. "Tell me you want to be fucked harder!" Cynthia ordered Eve. "No...no," Eve quavered, but her voice told Cynthia everything she needed to know. "Tell me! Or I'll stop." Cynthia began easing her hand outward. "Noo...." Eve crooned. "Alright...please, fuck me..." she moaned. "More!" Cynthia ordered her. "Ohhhh...please...fuck me Cynthia...fuck me harder," Eve said, moaning with desire and shame. Reflexively, her hips pushed back and down as she vainly tried to get Cynthia's arm up inside her hungry pussy. "God, yess, harder...fuck me...fuck me like the slut I am...I wanna cum while you fuck my filthy, dirty cunt!" Eve's previous girl on girl sex had been comparatively restrained, but this...this need was eating her alive, this need to be FUCKED in as slutty and filthy a way as possible. Cynthia was only too happy to oblige. Cynthia snickered at Eve, as the almost-butch girl brought her free hand around Eve's slim hip, to begin playing with Eve's clit, as stiff and erect as Eve could ever remember - not that she was doing much thinking. Cynthia's touch was knowing, sending shivers of pleasure through Eve as she softly, at first, strummed the blonde's pink pearl of pleasure. "Oh god, oh god, ohgod ohgod ohgod," Eve nearly screamed out, as she came yet again, splayed out on her desk, her ass in the air, a woman's fist deep inside her bright red pussy, a female hand stroking her clitoris. Eve's hips shook with pleasure, her drool accumulated on the desk top, then smeared her cheeks as she kissed the wood surface. Eve's orgasm was long and hard, but if she thought that would be the end of it, she was mistaken. Cynthia did let her recover from her cum for a few minutes, but that was all. Thinking that Cynthia's fucking was finished, Eve turned her face to the side, and grunted, "Why are you doing this, Cyn?" "Shut up, bitch. Shut the fuck up!" Cynthia growled, but then answered Eve's question anyway. "Because I want to...and because I can." Then she started on Eve's pleasure-wracked body once again. She fucked in and out of Eve's now well-stretched pussy, her fist moving in and out more easily, with Eve's body accommodating the sexy female invader. Cynthia's other hand, whose fingers had gently stroked eve's clit before, now seemed to turn mean, her fingers pulling Eve's pubic hair near her clit, then randomly pinching Eve's clitoris, sending shocks of pain into Eve's pelvis. "Oh!" Eve yelped, whenever Cynthia pulled her hair too hard, and every time she pinched Eve's sweet luscious pussy pearl, but Eve was afraid to say anything. As Cynthia tortured Eve's clit, she buried her face between Eve's plump ass cheeks, her mouth pushing up against Eve's tight, puckered ass hole. Cynthia's tongue snaked out, licking Eve's tight, hot ass hole, inhaling and licking up Eve's luscious, female scents and taste. The pain at Eve's mons soon receded, converting itself in Eve's fully lesbian mind into creeping pleasure, delight oozing through her entire mound, and joining with the quite real pleasure her overstuffed pussy felt, as well as the new, lewd ecstasy of a woman's tongue fucking her ass. Eve began pushing her ass into Cynthia's face, not caring now about anything but the pleasure once again building inside her. "Unnh, unnh, fuck, I'm gonna cum...you cum too, please, cum with me....fuck, I'm squirting, ohh, hot cream all over your hand, baby, cumming in your hand...so hot...so good...unnh, yeah..." Eve floated on a soft cloud of passion, her pussy, clit and ass hole sore, but feeling SO good. She hoped that Cynthia was getting as much pleasure from raping her as Eve was from being raped. Cynthia slowly withdrew her face from Eve's ass, her face damp from Eve's ass sweat, and her fingers came off Eve's clit, her other hand easing its way out of Eve's hot and dripping vagina, leaving Eve feeling physically empty, but emotionally, very, very satisfied. Eve raised up, then turned, eager to take Cynthia in her arms and kiss her passionately. That had been the hottest, roughest fuck of Eve's life, and she wanted more. To Eve's surprise, Cynthia had other ideas. She took her girl cream covered hand, and wiped it off on Eve's lab coat, in two hard strokes between Eve's breasts, making a wet 'X' on the cotton fabric. Then she looked at her hand as though it had been covered with shit, rather than Eve's juices. Perplexed, Eve move to kiss Cynthia. Cynthia backed away. "Get away from me, I don't kiss sluts. And I sure as hell don't want your slutty mouth on my body." Then Cynthia turned to walk out. "Wait, don't go," Eve cried out. Cynthia, undeterred, headed for the door. Then, at the last minute, she looked back at Eve. "Please...don't go..we need to talk," Eve told her plaintively. She had to know why... Cynthia hesitated. "Talk? About what?" "Why you did that. And...why I enjoyed it, for starters." Cynthia stared at Eve. "You enjoyed that? I don't believe it. None of the others have," Cynthia said, more rhetorically, it seemed, than to Eve. "Please, sit with me. I really do want to talk to you about...that," Eve said, her hands open, instinctively showing Cynthia that she meant her no harm. Cynthia seemed undecided, then finally came to a decision. "Alright, but I'm ready to go if you try anything." "I won't," Eve said, wondering why she was the one who had to do the reassuring. Technically, she was the 'victim', not Cynthia. Cynthia returned to where Eve stood, next to her desk. "Here, take this," Eve said, offering Cynthia her chair. "I'll take the stinky chair." Cynthia smiled at that. The two sat facing each other, at first in stony silence. But Eve was determined to solve the contamination problem, and find out how Cynthia's behavior was linked. "I didn't know you were a lesbian," Eve said. "I'm not...at least, I wasn't," Cynthia said, pain passing over her face. "What do you mean?" Eve said, as sympathetically as possible. "Just what I said," Cynthia said, bristling. "I'm not a lesbian. I don't like girls, I like guys. I don't know what makes - made - me do that." Her eyes welled up with tears. Eve decided that a confession of her own might help Cynthia open up. "There is a contamination in one of the old batches of formula-" she began. "I know that!" Cynthia interjected. "I know you do," Eve responded calmly. "You and I were the first to notice it. Well you did, actually, then you told me." "That's right," Cynthia said, mollified that Eve was supporting her recall of the incident. "But, what of it?" "Do you remember how the rats that got that batch were responding?" Eve asked. "Sure, mainly, they were fucking." "Yeah, they sure were," Eve said. Both women giggled at the thought. "And do you recall what kind of rats we were using at that stage?" Eve asked. "Sure - Sprague Dawley rats, the strain we use pretty much everywhere around here." "Well, yes," Eve said. "I meant the gender." "Oh....um, they were female." "That's right," Eve said. "We specifically wanted to see if the formulation had the desired effect on female rats. We had no idea at the time that it was contaminated. I think the contamination has a peculiar effect on female rats...and maybe on females of other species." Daughters - Eve, Ch. 03 "Effects like what?" Cynthia asked slowly, though she suspected what the answer might be. "Well...like turning women...females rather...into lesbians. Preferring to have sex with other females." "Um, yeah, I know what lesbians do," Cynthia said, a little sharply. After a few seconds, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that." "It's okay," Eve said. "Um, do you mind if I ask what your, um, sexual preferences were a few months ago? It's important." Cynthia hesitated, then answered. "Yeah, I like...liked...guys. I had a boyfriend." "And, um, now," Eve asked, softly. "I don't know," Cynthia said. "No, that's not true. I know. I think about what it would be like to be with another girl now, and all the excitement I felt from boys...I feel thinking about girls." "And how do you feel about boys..or your boyfriend, for that matter?" Eve asked. "I don't feel anything, really," Cynthia said. "You're just not interested in having sex with boys? I promise, everything we talk about is in complete confidence," Eve reassured the girl. "A couple of weeks ago, my boyfriend, Steve, and I went on a double date with another couple. I'd been a little sick, and it felt good to get out of the house, finally. I found myself talking to the other girl, a chick named Sarah, more than I did to Steve, and even finding reasons to touch her, or her hair. It was very weird, but it felt good to touch her...to look into her eyes, to see her smile..." "And Steve?" Eve asked. "He just irritated me. I guess I irritated him, too, because we ended up cutting the date short, and I went home." "Did you ever see Sarah, without the guys around?" Eve asked, curious. "God...I tried, I went to her flat," Cynthia said. "But she just screamed at me, called me a psycho dyke...I've never been so embarrassed." "Then what happened?" Eve asked. Cynthia's face reddened, rather prettily, Eve thought. "I went home and jilled, rather a lot, and quite good they were," Cynthia said. "Jilled?" asked Eve. "Um, masturbated, you know, played with meself." It was Eve's turn to turn red. "So, you, um, came more than once?" Eve asked, intent. "Oh god, yes, maybe a dozen times, and right bangers they were," Cynthia giggled. "And while you were 'jilling', you were thinking of..." Eve said. "Oh, lovely Sarah," Cynthia said. "God, I pictured her ripe breasts, and taut nipples, full hips, sweet, sweet smile, ruby lips, pink little puss...even what her arsehole might look like...and more." Eve had a good idea what that 'and more' might be. "Then what?" Eve asked. "Well, then...nothing," Cynthia said. "I don't want nothing to do with Steve, or any other boy, but I would like to spend some time with girls of a like mind, only I'm not so sure how to find them. I've tried to make some other girls feel loving like I do, but the ones that do want to fuck...me...they do it once, and move on. They're like strangers, not girls I love and want to make love me." Eve was confused. If Cynthia had been infected as Eve had been, there was a chance she would infect others, who might then be more amenable to sex with her. Of course, what had happened between Eve and Adana had really been a longshot. Probably Cynthia just hadn't had an opportunity to infect another girl - at least, not yet. Given the chance, and an accidentally shared drink of water, Cynthia might even end up infecting a sister, or aunt...or even her mother! Eve wondered if she should tell Cynthia about the ramifications of her situation, at least as they seemed to Eve. It only seemed fair that she should. "Cynthia, there's something you should know..." she began, telling the girl about her experiences. Eve held nothing back, and Cynthia's eyes widened at several points in her account. Finally, she paused in the telling. "So, you think you infected Adana through your saliva?" Cynthia asked. "Yeah, I think so," Eve said. "That's kind of cool," Cynthia said. Eve didn't know what to say to that. "I wondered why you, um, attacked me," Eve confessed. "Since I've really gotten so 'active' in my new interest, it's been me that started things up. But, since you were infected too, that explains it. I had you under suspicion as the person who originally contaminated the formula, but I honestly don't think you could have." Eve didn't say it was because she didn't think that Cynthia was intelligent enough to do it. After all, who wants to insult a potential fuck partner unnecessarily - and Eve most certainly could envision herself in bed with Cynthia, fucking wildly - regardless of her strong relationship with Adana. Even better, she could picture herself in bed with both of them. "I didn't contaminate that formula!" Cynthia expostulated. "No, I know," Eve reassured her. "I didn't even know what the heck was going on, until you just explained it to me," Cynthia continued. "But, how DID I get infected?" Cynthia asked. "You were infected by Adana spiking your coffee. Did somebody spike my drinks or food?" Cynthia asked. "Maybe," Eve said. "Or maybe this infection can be gotten through the respiratory system, or through contact, I dunno..." Cynthia looked thoughtful. "So...if I spit in a bunch of girls' food, I could turn them into lezzies?" "Oh, god, no...well, yes, technically, but that would be so wrong...wouldn't it?" Eve looked nonplussed. It would be nice if we could say that Cynthia's comment led to a moment of moral clarity for both women, but that would be a lie. Instead, it set the path for a new future for humankind. Neither woman had more than a second's qualms over the morality of following Cynthia's suggested course of action. Instead, both felt their pussies wetting at the opportunities for pleasure that now lay before them, with zero consideration of any consequences. "Oh god, Cynthia...that would be something, wouldn't it?" Eve said, with a faint smile. "Yes, indeed," Cynthia grinned. The two women spent the next hour discussing what had happened to them, and, more importantly, what they thought they would do in the future. Surprisingly, they each had very different visions of their roles and how they would carry them out. Neither would budge on their positions, and they agreed to disagree. While they would never reveal to anyone else what power the other held, there was a distance between the two...one that would lead them to vastly different, yet similar, stations in life. * * * * "I don't trust her," Eve said, swirling her cup of coffee as she sat at the dining room table of Adana's apartment. "Why not?" asked Adana, sitting on the sofa, reading a copy of TV Soap magazine. "Well, first of all, how can I trust a woman who assaulted me?" "You DID enjoy it, though," Adana pointed out. "Yeah, but she didn't know it was going to turn out okay. I think she may be psychotic, or at least she's got some major issues. Anyway, I just don't trust her." Eve stared at Adana, as if expecting her to challenge her statement. "Then maybe you should stay away from her," Adana suggested. "Just talk to Cynthia in a professional capacity. Too bad you can't get her fired for harassing you." "Get somebody fired for sexual harassment? That'll be the day," Eve scoffed. "You never know," Adana said. "The world is changing - look at us." "I suppose," Eve said. "But in any case, I will avoid her - she's going to be bad news for somebody..." Eve frowned. "In spite of that, though, she's a victim, no less than I was - someone else contaminated that damned formula. I'm so sick of the whole thing..." "Then, let's leave here, go to Spain, meet my family, live with me," Adana implored her lover. "But...my job, my career - I can't abandon that!" Eve said. "Sure you can...you want to be with me, don't you?" "Yes, of course," Eve said. "But I'd feel like I was running away. I have to get some closure on this whole thing, this 'lesbian conversion', I guess you'd call it..." "'Lesbian conversion', huh?" Adana smiled. "I like the sound of that. Maybe we should go around converting other women into lesbians." "Maybe we should," Eve said, her expression serious. "What?" Adana was incredulous. "I was kidding." "I said, 'Yes, maybe we should.'" Eve looked at Adana. "Cynthia latched onto the idea right away." "But you think she's crazy," Adana reminded Eve. "Yes, but that doesn't mean it's not a good idea." Adana looked skeptical. "I'll support you in whatever you decide, Eve. I love you and support you. But I have a feeling that you're embarking on a venture with a totally unpredictable outcome - it could destroy civilization as we know it." "Or, create a Paradise on earth," Eve countered. Adana shrugged. "I just wanted to have my say. I won't try to change your mind, but at least I gave you a different point of view," Adana said. "And thank you for it, Adana. I love and respect you, but I feel that this might be the right thing to do," Eve said, with finality in her voice. Adana came over to Eve at the table, bent down and kissed her, their lips pressing together coolly at first, then more warmly. Adana moved her face back, her brown eyes fixed on Eve's blue eyes. "I love you so much," Adana said, growing passion in her voice. "Oh, I love you too," Eve said. "It's just that this 'thing', this cause, feels so right to me." "I feel it too," Adana said, nodding her head, "But I wanted to make sure we both felt it strongly enough - people will fight us." "You mean, 'men will fight us,'" Eve said. "Yes...if they discover what's happening. We have to make sure they don't," Adana said. "We should create an organization that has access to unhappy women, to give us the opportunity to 'show' them the beauty of woman to woman love," Eve suggested. "But how are we going to do that?" Adana said. "Spit in their food? That doesn't really sound like much of a plan to me..." "No...that's not going to work. But that's why I have to find out who caused this contamination in the first place. That person is the key. I thought it might be Cynthia, but she doesn't know anything, and now she's one of us. Apparently the contamination is airborne under certain circumstances, although that doesn't make any sense scientifically. Toxoplasma can't fly, for gosh sakes...just another mystery," Eve said, her fingers tapping the mahogany table top. "I'm going to try checking into Andrew's background, see what I can find there, I guess," Eve finished. "But he hired you...he's been so nice all along," Adana said. "Yeah, but maybe the reason he hired me was to somehow infect me...who knows? Anyway, it's a place to start." "You said that Ben seemed suspicious, the other day," Adana suggested. "True...but unless something comes up between now and then, I'll stick with checking into Andrew. I spend more time with him, it should be easier. I barely know Ben." Adana decided to change the subject. Her hunger for certain things was getting to her. "Eve, can we go to Cecilia's Bakery? I'm REALLY in the mood for something sweet and creamy," Adana said, batting her eyes at Eve. "Ooh, that sounds delicious," Eve responded. "And maybe we can find some pastries there, too." Eve had told Adana of her initiation to lesbianism there, and both women had been itching to see Linda and Felicia. The two walked, holding hands the several blocks to Cecilia's, the urban scenery of Sydney unfolding as they walked. Soon enough they came to the bakery, the bell above the door jingling merrily as they entered. "I'm glad they fixed that for good," Eve thought, although it was the bell's malfunction that contributed in a small way to her new status as a woman lover. "Hullo! Linda...Felicia..anybody here?" Eve called out. "Do you think they're fucking?" Adana said to Eve, sotto voce. "I'm pretty sure they'd lock the door, this time," Eve said. "Or maybe not." Their questions were both answered when Linda bustled out of the kitchen, her white apron spotted with flour and raspberry jelly, her hair firmly covered by a baker's white cap - good news for the sanitary inspector. "Oh my goodness! Eve, it's a wonder to see you! We've missed you so...though Felicia told me of her adventure..." Linda smiled broadly, then came around the counter to embrace Eve in both a friendly and loving manner. She kissed Eve's cheek, then hesitated, her eyes on Eve's, enquiring. It was obvious to Eve that Linda wanted to make more of the kiss, so she brought her lips to Linda's, and the two women kissed as intimate as lovers, though strictly speaking they had not been that, exactly. Linda broke the kiss, looking past Eve. "And you're Adana," Linda said. Eve was flabbergasted. "How did you know? I never mentioned her, she wasn't even a friend the times that I've been with you...and Felicia..." "Darling, Felicia and I dream of you and Adana.... constantly," Linda said, with worship in her eyes and voice. "You're really rather a large part of our lives, the both of you," she finished, already removing her cap, anxious to show off her assets to the two women visitors. Her long, brunette hair cascaded to her shoulders. "You dream of us?" Eve asked, disbelieving. "Every night," Linda confirmed. She looked directly into Eve's eyes, then Adana's. "And then when we wake, we fuck. For hours." Eve felt her pussy tingle. She and Adana had come to the bakery with every intention of having sex with Linda and Felicia, but hadn't imagined it would be quite so easy as it appeared it would be. "Then, perhaps you'd be interested now..." Adana suggested. "Let me just lock, and double lock, the door," Linda said, bustling past the two visitors. The bell jangling at the door testified to Linda's haste and excitement. "There," she said, as she took Eve and Adana by the hand and pulled them in her wake, into the kitchen. "What's all the-" Felicia began, looking up, holding a linen piping bag filled with whipped cream. "Oh my, how WONDERFUL!" she finished, seeing Eve and Adana trailing Linda. She set the bag down on the maple wood-topped baker's table, and hugged Eve, then Adana. "I've dreamed about you both - we both have - and I want to learn EVERYTHING about you," Felicia said, her eyes finishing on Adana's. Adana smiled. "That sounds so nice," she said. "We'd like to make ourselves presentable for you both," Linda said shyly, her eyes checking first with Felicia, who nodded in agreement. Then Linda began undressing Felicia. She quickly had Felicia's apron off, then untucked her white cotton short-sleeved shirt from her white baker's pants, tossing the shirt, then the pants taken from a compliant Felicia, on a stool in the corner, as Felicia stood in her bra and panties, both pieces of the eighteen year old's intimate apparel black and lacy, in great contrast to the workman-like style of her baker's work clothes. Eve and Adana pressed into each other, bodies in warm contact, avidly watching the show. "You're so pretty," Adana said to Felicia, as the girl smiled back. Felicia coyly turned away, not quite accidentally displaying for the black-tressed Spaniard, her sweetly plump ass cheeks, and slim thighs. "Thank you," Felicia said, graciously. "But now it's Linda's turn - she's the hot one!" Felicia echoed Linda's actions in stripping her partner, until Linda stood before the three women in her bra and panties. "I didn't know we'd have company," she lamented, as she gestured towards her rather plain ivory-colored underwear. "You look quite beautiful, dear," Eve said, eyeing the older woman's lush body. "Mouth watering, I would say...such a luscious bottom, and a delicious bosom." Linda smiled in gratitude at the compliment, though it was spoken in truth by Eve, who could feel her pussy wetting at the thought of having her mouth on such impressive breasts, and her tongue between those warm ass cheeks. Felicia and Linda came together, Linda's arms around Felicia's waist, and Felicia's arms around Linda's neck. Their breasts pressed together, their lips met passionately as they kissed, bodies writhing in growing excitement. Soft sighs came from both women. Though they had been long time lovers, Eve's influence had brought them a new appreciation for each other, as well as for all women. Thirty-eight year old Linda was taking the lead, her head bent down between Felicia's lace-fringed bra cups, kissing the teenager's lightly freckled cleavage, as Felicia's hands cradled the brunette's head. Felicia had her head thrown back, savoring the feel of Linda's soft lips between her sweet orbs. She could feel her nipples, hard and thick with excitement, pressing into the sheer black cups of her bra. Linda's lips and tongue were kissing, licking and sucking the salty moisture between Felicia's tits, then her hand went between Felicia's legs, pressing and squeezing the small bulge her vulva made in the lacy finery. "Unnh, squeeze my pussy," Felicia moaned, as Linda grabbed her labia in her hand, pressing them together, then twisting them cruelly. Felicia rose up on tiptoe, perhaps in order to escape Linda's cruel fingers, or perhaps to better express her delight at the inflicted cruelty upon her sensitive twat. But apparently it wasn't TOO much cruelty, as Felicia came with a soft cry in Linda's grasp. "Uhhhh, fuck I'm cumming darling," groaned Felicia, humping her cunt into Linda's palm. The two kissed, Felicia's lips and mouth gaping, lost as she was in an intense orgasm. Linda's tongue had no difficulty entering Felicia's open mouth, licking at Felicia's drool running down her chin, then tickling and teasing Felicia's gums and tongue, as the short-haired blonde cooed her pleasure into the older woman's mouth. Felicia jammed her own hand inside the waistband of Linda's panties, pushing them off one hip, baring a round, fleshy ass cheek to Eve and Adana, as Felicia's fingers thrust inside Linda's pink pussy, oily, hot and wet with her own excitement. Eve and Adana giggled at the wet, squishing sounds that Felicia's fingers made inside the woman's hole. Felicia quickly strummed Linda's fleshy clit with her thumb, as her fingers, three or more, roughly fucked her lover's cunt. Felicia and Linda appeared to be lost in their love making, until Felicia glanced back at Eve and Adana. She paused, then did a double take, and then whispered something to Linda. Linda looked over at Eve and Adana, who, by this point were curious about what was getting the bakery girls' attention. Linda whispered something back to Felicia, whose smile widened on her cute, teenaged face, then both girls giggled, and Linda whispered in Felicia's ear once again. Felicia nodded, then pushed Linda's panties completely off her hips to mid thigh. Then she reached behind Linda, as Linda turned and bent slightly, to allow Felicia complete access to her plump ass, simultaneously exposing her cute bottom to Eve and Adana, who pulled each other closer at this charming turn of events. Felicia took her cum-drenched fingers, pressing them into the cleft of Linda's rear. She wriggled them between Linda's hot, fleshy butt cheeks, quickly finding the woman's round, brown hole, and slowly slipped them deep inside her anus, as Linda groaned with pleasure. Linda still had her sweet bottom lewdly exposed, her full ass globes red with her excitement, Felicia's fingers deep inside her brown hole. Linda was moaning. "God, yes Felicia! Fuck my dirty hole, deeper, baby, fuck me, make me cum! Ohhh, fuck, I want to squirt on you, make me squirt...fuck!" Felicia brought her other hand around Linda's hips, to rapidly frig Linda's excited labia and clit. Her fingers were a blur as she rubbed the brunette's wet, fleshy lips and stiffening clitoris, Linda yelping with excitement. Daughters - Eve, Ch. 03 "Oh god, oh god, ohgod ohgodohgodohgod OH MY GOD!" Linda blurted, as her orgasm crashed through her body, beginning at both her clit and her anus simultaneously, and radiating through her, a tsunami of desire. She shook in Felicia's arms, then collapsed, but was caught by Felicia, who supported her as she was lost in lust. Felicia held Linda, then kissed her passionately as she came back to herself. She held up both hands, looking at Eve and Adana, who both moaned with desire and lust, and walked over to the two lusty bakers. Felicia held out her fingers, both covered wetly, and offered them to Eve and Adana. The two young women each took a hand, Eve delighting in smelling and licking Felicia's fingers which had been so deep inside Linda's ass hole and rectum, while Adana sucked on the hand now covered with Linda's spurted cum, salty and musky in flavor. The two savored the hot and sexy treats, then kissed each other, the flavors of a satisfied, sexy woman mingling in their nostrils and mouths, their tongues spreading the residue from one to the other. "Mmmm," Eve remarked. "What a lovely peach smell, under all the other fabulous scents." "I don't know where that's come from - it's not even peach season here in Sydney," Linda said. "Yes, I've been noticing it too, about you," Adana said to Eve. Both women looked mystified, and turned to the two bakers, who finished removing their remaining clothing. "What can I say?" Felicia said, shrugging. "I smell it softly, sweetly, under your other sweet fragrances, there in your little cunny, dear," gazing softly into Linda's eyes. "Huh, a mystery...to go with all the other mysteries of our new lives," Eve murmured. Then Eve put her hand on Adana's jeans-clad ass, Adana pressing her sweet, warm ass back into Eve's fingers. Eve soon moved her hand to the waistband above Adana's cute butt, then forced her hand down inside the back of her jeans and inside her panties, her fingers caressing, then squeezing Adana's perfect, round and full ass cheeks. "Mmmmm," Adana murmured, as Eve felt her bottom, her fingers seeking Adana's hot, moist anus. "Fuck me, sweetie," Adana whispered, "with your finger." Her upper body pressed harder into Eve as they stood side by side. Both women's eyes, however, were fixed on the two naked female bakers, drinking in their sweet, female beauty, while Eve's finger wormed into Adana's willing and steamy ass hole.. "They liked to play rough, didn't they?" Adana whispered in Eve's ear, then nipped her lobe. "Yeah, did that scare you?" Eve whispered back. "It excited me," Adana said, louder. "Fuck me harder," she urged Eve, who pressed her finger deeper inside Adana's hot ass, as Linda and Felicia now took to two stools to watch. Eve spread her fingers inside Adana's ass, as the two bakery women's clits thrilled to the sight of Felicia fucking Linda's hot ass. "Oh god," Adana moaned, as she quickly came, a momentary vision of each girl in the room fucking her ass in turn, filling her imagination. She grasped Eve's shoulder with an iron grip as ecstasy blasted through her body, cumming again and again, as Eve twirled her fingers inside her, cum soaking into the crotch of Adana's jeans and panties. "Unnnh, yesssss," Adana hissed, her hips rocking, eyes closing reflexively, as her rectum happily surrounded the invading female fingers. She moaned breathlessly, as Eve patiently supported her, her fingers slowly being pushed out of Adana's satisfied rectum and ass by the force of the woman's muscles. Finally, Adana opened her eyes, smiling at Eve. Adana took Eve's moisture-coated fingers, and slid them between her lips, sucking on the evidence of her passion and pleasure, even as her other hand slipped under Eve's skirt, to caress the outside of her panties at Eve's mons, stroking the swollen slit she found there. Eve groaned with pleasure, to feel her lover's fingernails scraping over her tremulous clitoris under the confining cotton fabric of her panties. "Good...good," she moaned. Adana could feel the creamy wetness at the front of Eve's panties, the young woman's dewy slit freely creaming her feminine lubricant, in anticipation of both being filled by her lover, and at her impending orgasms. "Your pussy is so wet..." Adana whispered, her gaze lost in Eve's. "Would you lick it dry...please?" Eve whispered back. Both Linda and Felicia squirmed on their stools, then kissed, as did Eve and Adana. "I'd love to," Adana murmured into Eve's sweet mouth, as she ended their brief kiss. Then she knelt before Eve, lifting her skirt up, as Eve took it and held it for her, exposing her bare thighs, and the plain white fabric of her panties. Adana softly and slowly kissed the front of her lover's thighs, her kisses moving ever closer inward, toward the young American's heated and clearly moist pussy, labia and clit both swelling and hot, pushing the thin fabric of her panties outward, a tiny, ridged bulge below the bulge of her bush. "Mmmmm," moaned Adana, as she inhaled the sweet, fresh scent of Eve's wet hole, even as a thin, clear rivulet of Eve's feminine lubrication coursed down the inside of her leg, like building raindrops running down a window. Adana impulsively kissed the small bush that Eve's panties wetly mounded against. "Ahh, yes, peaches it is," Adana said softly. Her hands went, gently, to the waistband of Eve's panties, and she silently, worshipfully, brought them down off Eve's still girlish hips, the young queen shimmying them slightly from side to side, to allow her dearest subject easier access to her inner sanctum. The sodden cotton rolled off those sweet hips, and warm thighs, to fall in a heavy clump around her feet. Eve stepped out of them, delicately, and, still holding her skirt high, pushed her hips and mons forward, urging her consort on. Adana needed little urging, her desire to have Eve's pussy under her tongue's lash the strongest she had ever felt. She could no more avoid eating her lover's hot, wet and sweetly luscious pussy than she could avoid her next breath - and what would be the point of delaying their mutual pleasure? Adana kissed Eve's pouting pink lips, hot and wet, with ardor, her tongue thrusting inside Eve's steamy slit as it would have in her mouth. And in truth, had Eve asked her, or any other woman in the room, to do the same to her much tighter anus, they would each have done it gladly, and orgasmed from the sheer pleasure of bringing her more pleasure. And that was the greatest achievement of this mysterious force that had them all in its grip - the pleasure to be gained from bringing another woman the greatest pleasure. Without envy, or jealousy, or shame, the women were freed from the usual bonds and shackles that so weigh down and inhibit the female id. But more even than the enjoyment of bringing another woman such immediate pleasure, was the desire and the need growing inside these four women to allow other women to feel the continual happiness that they were feeling, to obey the command inside them to spread this happiness, and fulfillment, to spread the gospel of this new order, this new sisterhood. They could not keep to themselves what they had discovered - they were compelled to infect other women with joy, and delight, as they were infected... * * * * But until then, there was each other. Eve and Adana hastily disrobed, to the extreme pleasure of Felicia and Linda. "Oh god, those tits," Felicia moaned. In fairness, she was speaking of both Eve and Adana. Linda was equally taken by their rounded asses, and enchanted by Adana's bare pussy. "You're both making me so fucking hungry," she sighed. "Get up on this table!" Eve ordered Felicia, the teenaged baker. She readily climbed up on the sturdy maple block table, sitting, then looking across at the standing Eve. Both women were resplendently naked, Eve petite and flushed, Felicia equally flushed, but blessed with more abundant ass and breasts. "How do you work this thing?" Eve asked, picking up the piping bag full of whipped cream. Felicia giggled, then showed her how to spread cream by squeezing the bag, the cream oozing out of its tip. "Lie back," Eve ordered, and Eve lay with her head on the table, her front side upwards, then put her arms behind her head to make herself more comfortable on the hard wood, as well as to better show off her perky breasts. Eve began squirting cream into Felicia's cute vee, white clumping like snowfall on her small bush, over her clitoris and slit, and even down between her legs toward her ass. Eve spread a good sized cake's worth of confection on the young girl's privates, topping it off by covering her full breasts in the white, creamy goo - though her nipples took much more coverage, as large and erect as they were. Eve stepped back, and looked appraisingly at the teen. "Yes, that should do it." "Oh no, a good dessert can always be made better," Adana suggested. "What does it need?" Eve asked, with a smirk. "Another course, and another sweet ingredient," Adana said, smirking herself. "Here." She ordered Linda to also climb on the table, which was quite large and sturdy, as bakers and their tables tend to be. Linda began arranging herself as Felicia had, when Adana told her to turn over, and get on her hands and knees. Linda looked enquiringly at her, but did as she was directed, wincing only slightly from the hard surface under her knees. Adana looked adoringly at Linda's ass, her hole quite exposed to the two standing women's view, and Adana kissed her tight, brown hole lovingly. "There's just something about a woman's ass that I love," she murmured. Then she reached for a large bowl of strawberry filling that the women had been using. With a large ladle, she began pouring globs of the red, sweet syrup and crushed fruit mixture on Linda's lower back, then into the cleft between her generously plump ass globes, and over her cheeks, then down her inner thighs, using her hands to cover Linda's slit, mons and pubic bush. Eve clapped her hands in glee at the spectacle before them, then asked Adana to apply the remainder of the strawberry to her own front, as she applied whipped cream to Adana's. Of course, both women found it necessary to use their hands in this application, until they were both well covered from their breasts to their thighs, as well as ready to cum from the teasing and tickling that had been necessary in the proper application. Eve and Adana kissed, being careful not to mix their ingredients. Then Eve climbed on top of Felicia, and the two women squirmed together, their sweet confections oozing across their bodies and into their openings, while creating a deliciously slippery sensation as their bodies rubbed together. Soft, slippery breasts pressing together, then caressing...nipples carving curved designs in strawberry and whipped cream....thighs pressing together, then thigh between thighs slip-sliding....swollen clit and swelling clit kissing, creating a sundae of moist sexual delight...hips shaking and shivering with pleasure, then pressing together for more...hot, liquid, female cream from within, dripping down thighs, swirling into and with white and red confection...fingers seeking tight slits, slipping inside, filling and teasing...clits exploding in multiple pleasures, over and over, like a string of firecrackers...girl lips meeting other girl lips, sharing the greatest of lesbian pleasures - a woman's kiss...heated, soft sounds of sapphic pleasure and delight from passionate throats....streaks of sticky white in curly hair, red-dyed straight hair in another, both sweet to taste... The two women's ecstasy was quite evident to Linda and Adana, as they watched, and anticipated their own pleasures to come. Adana climbed on top of Linda, who slumped flat on the table, resting her head on her hands. Adana ground her pussy into Linda's ass, the now-pink, sweet mixture heating and melting into bottom and pussy both. Adana slipped her thigh between Linda's, as the women gradually scissored their legs, Adana's pussy grinding hard into Linda's ass...then into her wet, weeping pussy, as the two maneuvered their hungry cunts together. Banging, incredibly hard, pussy into pussy, hot, sharp jolts of pain and sexual delight as aroused clits slip and slide together, pinching pain and female climax, children from the same mother. Fingers slither inside one's tight, hot ass hole...girl groaning to allow more to fill her rear opening. Hand teases, penetrates, then fills dripping pussy until the hand disappears within...two women's hips and thighs shaking with orgasmic pleasure - one from the hand filling her, the second from the feel of pussy consuming her hand. Bending to take strawberry sweet nipple into mouth, biting as climax overwhelms. Sharp jolt from tortured nipple turns to ecstasy as it reaches swollen, hot, pink clitoris. Moans of delight and joy become a chorus from the four enchanted females in their mating dance of sapphic lust and magic. Bodies humping and melding together, each girl tastes the others' wet and sweet pussies and ass holes, nipples devoured in turn, one by one, tongues delving and dipping deeply into the tight, hot treasure troves of the female organism, each regretting only that they couldn't taste their own cunt and anus... No enchanted female really counts the number of orgasms she experiences, but we can...twenty seven for Eve, thirty four for Linda, twenty two for Felicia, and twenty seven for Adana, who adored Eve, and emulated her in everything. The women eventually calmed down, recognizing that even limitless pleasure has limits. Sheepishly, the four replaced their clothing over their incredibly sticky bodies, but were consoled by the fact that upon arriving home, their lover would clean them, and make love to them perhaps even more hotly than before. And all slept well that night. * * * * "Did you hear?" Adana whispered into the phone a few days later. "No, what?" Eve replied, pleased to hear from her lover as she sat in her lab, but puzzled as to the news. "DON'T say anything...don't react in any way...but the police are on the way to your lab. They showed a warrant to the receptionist - they should be there any second!" "Oh my god," Eve whispered. "Are they coming for me?" Adana giggled. "Why would they be after you? For moaning too loudly when you cum? I gotta go, let me know what happens." Eve quickly hung up the phone, just as the door burst open, followed by two plainclothes policemen, a young, stern-looking woman, and two uniformed officers. "Um, can I help you?" Eve asked, rising from her seat. She was nominally in charge, since Andrew was away, having called in sick the last few days. She glanced over at Cynthia, who was cringing at her work station. A light bulb went off in Eve's head. She was amazed that the police had found out about Cynthia's assault - Eve certainly hadn't reported it. Cynthia's eyes were darting back and forth, from Eve, to the door, as though trying to figure out the reason for the disruption, and perhaps seeking a means of escape. "Australian Federal Police," one of the plainclothes men barked. "Who are you?" "Um, Eve Butler, Doctor Eve Butler" replied Eve, nervous in spite of being innocent of any wrong doing. "Can I help you?" "I have a warrant-" he began. "'WE' have a warrant, Christopher," interjected the woman, rolling her eyes. "As I was saying, WE have a warrant, to search this lab and the personal property of Ben Marker. Is this his desk?" the plainclothes officer asked, walking over to the desk next to Eve. "Yes...yes it is," replied Eve, thoroughly confused. She noticed Cynthia's body visibly relaxing. Apparently she'd been thinking the same thing that Eve was. But Ben? "We'll have to ask you to leave - both of you," the woman said. Eve and Cynthia didn't protest, and gathered up their purses. "Don't hurt the rats," Cynthia called out as they walked out the door. "No chance of that, ma'am," one of the plainclothes detectives replied politely. Cynthia and Eve stood outside the door. "Now what?" Cynthia asked, deferring to Eve's position as acting head of the lab. Eve peered through the small, wired glass window in the door. The police were poring over Ben's desk. Eve thought a moment. "Well, there's not much lab work you can do, is there, with the lab closed? Do you have anything else you need to do?" Eve's thoughts ran back to Cynthia's assault, and how much she had enjoyed it. She blushed at the recollection. Her attitudes towards things in life seemed upside down in relation to her former life. "No, not really," Cynthia said, brazenly eyeing Eve in both a brash and inviting manner. "Maybe we could use one of the empty offices in the hall?" Eve could see right through the seemingly innocent comment, to Cynthia's actual meaning. She frowned. "I don't think you and I have much in common, Cynthia," Eve replied coolly. "Go ahead and take a break in the cafeteria, I'll call you when we can go back in." Cynthia shrugged and grinned. "Your loss, honey," she said, walking off. Eve snorted, but her gaze stayed on Cynthia's cute ass as it swayed slightly from side to side. "There's a lot of girls I wouldn't mind fucking here - heck, that I'd LOVE to fuck here - but not you, bitch...never you," Eve thought to herself. She sighed, and walked down the tiled hall to the receptionist. "Let me know when the police leave, okay?" Eve said, smiling at Brenda, the middle aged redhead manning the front desk. "I'll be over at the executive suite." "Sure thing, Eve," Brenda said. "Say hi to Adana for me." Eve stared at Brenda briefly, then nodded. She wondered how obvious the new relationship between the two women was to other people. She walked on to Adana's office. Adana was handing a young brown-haired girl a sheaf of papers. The girl glanced at Eve, nodded, then left. "Who's that?" Eve asked. "That's the CEO's intern, Grace, from the University of New South Wales,"Adana said. "She's here for a two week period, observing 'management styles.'" "She's cute," Eve observed. "Yes, she is," Adana said, then smiled. "And smart, too." Seating herself across from Adana, Eve reached her hand across the desk, as Adana stretched hers to meet her lover's. They held hands briefly, then Adana sat back and spoke. "So, did they say why they're here...obviously not for you." "It looks as though they're here investigating Ben," Eve said. "They were checking his desk." "I never would have thought that Ben was their reason for being here," Adana said. "I thought maybe it was Cynthia for assaulting you, or...well, you and me for, I don't really know what." "The only thing I can think," Eve said slowly, "is that it's because of the contamination." "Yeah, that IS kind of a big thing," Adana said, with a smile. "Contamination that makes a girl into a lesbian - I can see where men might be afraid of that." "It's funny," Eve said. "A couple of weeks ago, I would have agreed with that. Now I think it's wonderful. It's almost like a stage in evolution." "Really?" Adana said. "I agree that it's wonderful. The fear of not getting 'my man' that I used to have, has been replaced by my love for you, and the pleasure that other women - all other women - can bring. But 'evolution'?" "We've discussed this, at least peripherally, before. What do you think would happen if every woman on earth was exposed to this contamination...or to our saliva - and judging by Felicia and Linda's experience - even just licking our pussies?" "Well, okay, but do you think that's going to happen? I really don't think I want to spit in people's food, or kiss a couple of billion women....getting them to lick my pussy would be nice, although that sort of presupposes that they're already lezzies..." Adana smiled.