0 comments/ 92057 views/ 19 favorites Lesbian Fever Ch. 1 By: Cre8tiveBliss My name is BethAnne. This story is about my relationship with a girl named Linda. I am not ashamed to admit that I am a lesbian. I wasn't always a lesbian, but I have been ever since Linda came into my life. My life will never be the same, and I can't see ever returning to the "straight" life again. I am too much in love with Linda to do that. I don't care what others may think, I just want to have the freedom to make my own choice about my sexuality. I am 23 years old. My friends, both male and female, tell me I am pretty. I am a natural blonde. I prefer to wear my hair perfectly straight, hanging down to my shoulders. My eyes are as deep a blue as there can be. My figure will not put Marilyn Monroe to shame, but my breasts are not smallish by anyone's standard. I exercise often and watch my diet carefully; there is little, if any, fat on my body. Like Linda, I am a fashion model. In fact, that is how we met. We were both auditioning for a magazine centerpiece on sexy lingerie. I was immediately taken by her exquisite beauty--long strawberry blonde hair, classic facial features, sexy green eyes, and one of the nicest bodies I had ever seen. Actually, on our first meeting, I saw just about all of her body since we shared the same room to change into the several items of wispy wearing apparel we were required to wear in order to audition. I still wonder, after knowing as many men as I had, and the deep sexual enjoyment that I shared with so many of them, why I felt a strange sexual attraction to this breathtakingly beautiful woman. I guessed her to have just turned 20, which she confirmed right off by telling me she had only graduated from high school several months ago. She was a non-stop talker who didn't mind spilling her soul to the right listener. She was forthright, sincere, and amazingly blunt. She told things as they were. As I opened the door to our shared dressing room, Linda was standing in front of a full-length mirror wearing the first lingerie she was scheduled to model. The outfit looked perfect on her. As I entered the room, she turned to me, somewhat startled. The skimpy bra and panties she was wearing didn't cover much of her supple body. Her breasts strained against the white lace of the pretty bra, nipples pointedly pouting from the center. The mini-panties barely covered her pubis; through the embroidered lace I was sure I saw a light-colored, curly triangle. I think she noticed how awe-struck I was about her. She smiled broadly, "Oh, that's o.k. I thought it was the photographer. He's a typical dirty old man--already made two passes at me. I told him to fuck- off, so I don't think the job is mine. I'm Linda Reynolds," she continued, holding her hand out straight to shake mine. "Hi, Linda, my name's BethAnne Hoffman. Pleased to meet you. The photographer's assistant said there was some lingerie in here for me to change into." Linda laughed a little, taking her hand away from mine. "The assistant's name is Martha. Be careful--she's a butch dyke who would do a number on her own sister if she had the opportunity." This girl didn't pull any punches. I was shocked, but laughed anyway. "Here are some more frillies," she said, pointing to a drawer filled with lacy underwear. "The matching pieces are pinned together. With these kinds of outfits, one size usually fits all. What do you think of this one?" she asked, looking down at her own petite bra and panty combination. "Very sexy!" I replied in all honesty. She smiled. Her gleaming white teeth were perfect, as was her complexion. A few freckles dotted her cheekbones, but freckles seemed to be in this year. They made her look even younger. "Here's a hanger for your things," she said, handing me a wooden hanger. "I'm going out there and face the music!" As she walked past me, I was enchanted with the strong smell of what must have been rather expensive perfume. She carried herself extremely well with her long, girlish legs. "Good luck," I said as she closed the door. For the next hour or so, we paraded back and forth in some rather daring and provocative outfits. Martha "accidentally" touched my breasts more than once as she helped position me for the camera. The photographer propositioned me every time I came out. I had been doing this for three years now, so I was used to it. Linda wasn't. She complained bitterly. To no one's real surprise, I got the job, probably because I had the will to put up with the photographer's philandering without telling him off. I called it "holding him off". It always worked-- keeping the lechers at a safe distance long enough to get the job. I promised myself when I entered this business that I would never trade my body for a modeling job, and I never had to. Yes, I've been to bed with some of the photographers, but I never did so to wiggle my way into work like some of the girls did. I guess that's what turned me on to Linda. She never did either. By the time the modeling session was over, it was supper time. I asked Linda if she would like to have a bite to eat with me at a local restaurant. She said she was a little low on funds, but when I offered to treat, she readily accepted, but only on the condition that when she got her next pay check she could reciprocate. So we had dinner and got to know each other better. That evening, she invited me back to her apartment. We chatted most of the night about everything and anything, except, strangely, she did not once mention anything about men. It was several days later, when I invited her to my place, that I brought up the subject. "Do you have a boyfriend, Linda?" I asked. I thought I saw her blush slightly. "Not really," she answered. "I am too darned busy for that right now. I want things to settle down a bit first. How about you?" I told her about my last short-lived affair with a rich married man. I didn't tell her he was the best lover I had ever known, but I told her that I still missed him. That was the extent of our conversation about men for the rest of that evening. The night of June 14th I will never forget. Linda phoned me at one of my jobs and invited me over. She told me that she was feeling a little low and needed some cheering up. I happened to be wearing one of my shorter miniskirts that day, a pretty red one that I was afraid to sit down in, lest I show the world what I was wearing underneath. But I felt comfortable when I arrived at Linda's, and did not worry about my demeanor with my skirt because we were of the same sex and we had already seen about all there was to see of each other. She answered the door wearing a quite pretty outfit consisting of a light blue skirt, hemmed at mid- thigh, and a matching long-sleeved, turtleneck sweater. I could see she was not wearing hose, but her exquisitely tanned legs made up for the lack thereof. She smiled as I entered and immediately remarked that she liked my sexy miniskirt. "It looks perfect on you," she said. "You have just the right legs for it! Come on in, there's a seven and seven already on the coffee table for you. I'll be right back." She returned to the living room about a minute later with two aspirins in her hand. She chugged them down along with her dry martini. "I've had a headache and a slight fever all day long," she said as she fell into the chair across from the sofa where I sat, quickly folding her legs beneath her and sitting on her feet. "It's not like you to be sick," I said. "This isn't the same Linda I know." She laughed. "Well, it's near that time of the month. I usually run a low-grade fever a couple days before it comes. In fact, the doctor suggested that I keep an accurate check on the exact temperature every few hours, but I'm afraid to do it." "Afraid, why?" I asked. She blushed profusely. "Because he said to do it, uh, you know, in my bottom! I don't think I like that idea very much." "You're silly," I said, uncrossing my legs and inadvertently giving Linda a beaver shot into the crotch of my pantyhose. I didn't think too much of it at the time, but I did catch her eyes looking straight up my skirt for a few brief seconds. "I guess doing it to yourself is, well, you know, putting something up your own behind is a lot different than when my mom used to do it when I was a baby. I guess I'm old fashioned. BethAnne, didn't you say you used to be a nurse?" she asked. "Uh-uh," I replied. "And in case you're going to ask, I did have to check patients' temperatures that way many times. You just tell them to roll over and do it. It's that simple!" Linda laughed. "I wish it was that simple." "Look, silly, we're good friends. Do you want me to do it for you?" I asked matter-of-factly. I didn't think she would say yes, but then again I don't even know why I even asked the question. "You mean you wouldn't mind playing nurse again?" she asked in return, a cute smile on her face. I realized she was serious. "No, of course not, if you're that scared of doing it yourself I'd be more than happy." I felt a little uncomfortable, but my nurse's training had left me immune to many things, and sticking things in people's bottoms was one of them. "Oh, BethAnne, that would be too much to ask. Let's not even worry about it." "Now listen," I said, "we'll get you over the hump this one time, then you can do it yourself when you see how easy it is." I don't know why I was pressing her so much. "Well, o.k. Where, uh where should we do it?" she asked. "Anywhere is fine, Linda." I began to feel even more uncomfortable, like I was being led into this, but I still felt only a deep friendship with the pretty girl. "Well, I really hate to ask you, but..." "No 'buts' about it. Where's the damn thermometer?" My voice became stern. "It's in the master bathroom next to my bedroom," she said, still blushing deeply. "Then get your buns into the bedroom, little Miss Linda!" I quipped, arising from the sofa with my drink in my hand. "Come with me, young lady," I said, pulling her up from the chair with my outstretched hand. We marched into the bedroom, still holding hands. I was getting a strange sensation about all this, like a driving force that was attracting me to this pretty girl. "It's in the medicine cabinet," she said as we arrived in her bedroom. "Do you have any Vaseline?" I asked. "Same place," she replied. "What should I do now?" "Just lie on the bed on your tummy; I'll be right back." When I returned holding the jar of Vaseline and the glass-tubed rectal thermometer, Linda was lying flat on her stomach, still wearing her light blue skirt. Her hands were crossed over each other on top of a pillow, with her forehead resting on top of her hands. "Is the patient ready?" I joked as I sat down on the bed near her left hip. "I feel funny about this, BethAnne." "You're worse than a baby! It's all very clinical. Look, I'm going to take your temperature. That's all. There's nothing to be scared of. I've done this many times." Her bare legs were closed tightly together. I admired once more how tan they looked. I could see she was also wearing a white slip. Her feet were rather petite. "Okay, I need to get your skirt up a bit if you don't mind," I said, surprising myself that my voice was slightly husky, as if I were nervous. After all, I'd done this hundreds of times to male and female patients, but this was somehow strangely different. Putting the thermometer and Vaseline jar down on the bed, I moved my hands to the hem of her skirt. "I'm going to need your help a bit here. Lift your hips off the bed some so I can get your skirt up over your hips." As soon as she lifted her body a few inches off the bed, I slowly began pulling the soft cottony material up her gorgeous legs. The skirt seemed to glide over the top of her satin slip. I softly patted the cotton fabric of her skirt into place around her waist. I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off the way her silky white, delicately embroidered slip clung tightly to her ass. I had never been attracted physically to a member of my own sex before, but somehow this was different, and I think that Linda not only knew it, but wanted it to be that way just as much as I did. The white, shiny slip, slit at the hem on each side of her legs, looked pretty on her. She liked wearing sexy lingerie, and looked like a million dollars in whatever she wore. I ran my hand over the back of the shimmering silk, soothing the wrinkles in it. She didn't seem to mind at all. "I feel kind of funny," she said, easing her body back down into the downy softness of the bedspread. "You're such a baby!" I quipped. "Lift your body off the bed just a bit more again, I need to move your slip up too." Keeping her legs still tightly closed, Linda raised up once more. This time, instead of holding the hem and raising it as I did with her skirt, I put my hand on the outside of her bare legs and pushed upward, drawing the slip upward in the process with the backs of my hands. Her legs were smooth as silk beneath my touch. "I hope my undies are clean!" she laughed. The panties were pale blue and spotless, bikini-styled, and appeared to have been painted on her ass, so tightly did they cling, like her slip, to her nicely rounded buttocks. The rayon fabric was solid except for a small band of lace all around the top of the wispy material. Half of the crack of her creamy white ass spilled out over the top of the undies. Quickly I pushed the slip up and out of the way, bunching it up with her skirt at her waist. "I'm going to take your undies all the way off if you don't mind," I said. "It will make my job easier." Without waiting for a response, I placed my fingers inside the top of the pretty panties at either side of her waist and eased them down her backside, revealing more and more of her well-rounded ass. With the panties at mid-thigh, I saw the stark contrast of her deeply tanned legs next to her alabaster buttocks. Once again, she dropped the weight of her body back into the softness of the bedspread. "Where did you get such a beautiful tan?" I asked as I continued to pull the light blue panties down her still closed legs. I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering back to her lovely ass as I eased the undies off her feet. "I like to use the sun lamp," she said thickly. My eyes stayed glued to her creamy-white split pumpkin. Where her lower ass met the very top of her thighs, just beneath her anal region, I could see a few of the strawberry blonde curls of her pussy peeking out between her legs. My heart was beating fast as I tossed the undies to the side. She was naked now from the waist down. "You have a nice little butt, Linda," I remarked, my voice thickening even more. We both seemed to know that this was no longer a clinical temperature-taking process. I don't know why I was turned on to her. "I wish I had your body." She laughed. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of yourself, BethAnne." My hands were trembling for some reason as I screwed the top off the Vaseline jar. The jar top dropped silently to the bed sheet as I moved the tip of my right index finger into the lubricant. The finger emerged, glistening. My throat felt dry. My forehead was beginning to sweat. "O.K., this is going to feel a little cold at first. I'm going to put some Vaseline on you to make it easier. Will you please open your legs just a little bit for me?" Obligingly, her legs moved about three to four inches apart, enough for me to catch a perfect glimpse of the thatch of hair between her legs that perfectly matched that of her strawberry blonde head. Between the sparse growth of curls I could even see the cuntal crack running between the pouting pussy lips. Nervously, I moved the thumb and index finger of my left had to her lower ass crease, on either side of her rectal region, and spread the cheeks apart far enough to expose the crinkly, puckered circle of her anus. "OH!" she cried softly as I moved the glistening gob of Vaseline over the slightly stretched rosehole. "Easy," I said as I gently pushed the tip of my finger directly into the center of Linda's anus, lubricating the outer portion of the crinkled 'O'. She must have liked the feeling of my soft touch against her nether opening, because she opened her legs a bit wider to accommodate my movements. I lingered over the area, rubbing the gel all over the anal region, sliding my finger back and forth over the yielding rim of her asshole. "Mmm. That feels sort of good," she whispered. I was glad she couldn't see me blushing profusely. "It's not supposed to feel good, Linda. It's only in preparation for taking your temperature." I knew she was getting turned on by all this, and I liked the warm sensations stirring inside my own body. I even began to feel a little wetness and that all-too-familiar stirring between my own legs. "Don't stop," she pleaded sexily. For the first time, I realized this was heading in a way that was wrong. My puritanical up-bringing told me to stop. "Linda, this isn't right. I was only supposed to be taking your temperature and you're wiggling all over the place, telling me it feels good," I said, pulling my finger away from her lower ass crease. "It did feel good, BethAnne. I liked what you were doing. Just do it a little bit more," she begged in a thick, sexy tone. "Just pretend this is a hospital and you're a nurse once more." I don't know why, but I moved my index finger back where it was. I stared straight into the target area, entranced by the pretty shape and texture of her well oiled anus. I moved the tip of my finger to the center of her puckered hole and pushed inward slightly. I was surprised how easily my finger broke the plane of the sphincter muscle and nestled just inside her rectum. "OH!" she gasped as she felt the finger break through the anal door. Boldly, I eased it in just a bit further. The tightening anus offered no resistance to my lubricated digit as I watched the finger slide in to the second knuckle. The beautiful girl hissed between her teeth as she sucked in her breath as she felt the finger touch the delicate walls of her warm rectal canal. The lining of the canal was unbelievably soft to the touch. I felt her sphincter muscle clutch against the invading digit several times. When I moved my finger inside her slightly, she nearly jumped off the bed. I knew we had gone too far, but there was something telling me to go on, not to stop. I slowly withdrew my finger from her anus and reached over to the night table for the thermometer. She looked back at me with her sexy green eyes, closed them slowly, then opened her mouth slightly. When she opened her eyes again, she was looking straight into my soul. "I don't want the thermometer right now, BethAnne," she said thickly. "Please put your finger back in me and lubricate me some more." As she spoke, she lifted her hips off the bed slightly and raised her buttocks invitingly. There was no longer any pretense to what was happening between us. I wanted my finger back inside her rectal orifice anyway. I felt a strange power over her with my digit impaled there. "Well, I guess I should use a bit more of the Vaseline to make it easier," I said, my face turning scarlet, as I tried to rationalize my behavior. I didn't know what was coming over me. Placing the thermometer back on the night stand, I opened her split pumpkin with my left hand, and eased my right index finger right back into her. "AHHHH!" she cried, "that feels so nice!" Reflexively, she started churning her lower body very slowly and sexily against the invading finger, plunging it in still deeper into the warm recesses of her rectum. Feeling brave, I pushed my hand forward, driving index finger all the way into her anal cavity. Her sphincter muscle once again began to alternately open and close over the lower part of my finger. Linda was breathing heavily now, gyrating the lower half of her body in small concentric circles in a steady sexual rhythm. Lesbian Fever Ch. 1 I didn't notice it happening, but somehow Linda managed to slip her right hand under her lower abdomen and then between her legs. To my complete surprise, I discovered her fingers playing with her own pussy, pressing into her clitoral area, arousing herself. Fascinated, I watched the movements of her fingers and her gyrating bottom for a few moments. From time to time, she delved her middle finger into her vagina, lubricated it with her own glistening love juices, then let it glide back through her pouting pussy lips back onto and around her clitoris. Then, rockets must have gone off inside her as she screamed out a long "AHHHHHH!" and dropped her body back down into the bedspread. I knew she had come. Just as I eased my finger out of her asshole, Linda turned around on her back. Briefly, I stole a glance at the strawberry blond curls that thickly filled her pubic region beneath the raised skirt and slip. She saw me looking there and smiled. With the fingers of her hand still glistening from her love juices, she reached for my right hand. I felt the wetness of her own love juices on her fingers. The smell of her womanhood was strong and pungent. Without saying a word, I slid my body next to her and let my head come to rest between the soft hillocks of her blouse-covered breasts. I felt her kiss the top of my head while she gently brushed a few strands of hair from my forehead with the tips of her fingers. Opening my eyes from a brief moment, I looked down the length of her body. The bunched-up skirt and slip around her waist all but blocked my view of her pubic region. I felt her hand at my back, gently scratching it. I was strangely at ease despite knowing deep inside that I was about to do something I had never thought I would do--make love with a woman. My right hand lay softly at the top of her right thigh. I guess it was a natural instinct that caused me to move it slowly between her legs. It all seemed so natural for my fingers to be intertwined with the soft curls surrounding her pubis. Obligingly, she opened her legs wider as I slowly moved my fingers closer and closer to the center of her sexual being. "OH, BethAnne!" she sighed, sucking in her breath, as I gently eased my middle finger between the puffy lips of her pussy. The area surrounding her vagina was sopping wet from the free flow of her cum. The wetness between my own legs was now becoming embarrassing. After all, I didn't want her to know this was turning me on. "What are you doing to me?" she asked with a sexy whisper. "I don't know why I'm doing this, Linda, I feel so funny inside. I think I really enjoy touching you like this," I replied, turning my head towards hers. Linda smiled broadly. Her deep green eyes seemed to see through me. "It feels nice, whatever you're doing BethAnne. Very nice. Don't stop because you're afraid, just let it happen." "Have you ever done something like this before?" I asked as I eased my middle finger deeper inside her warm moist vagina, listening to her moan softly. "Ahh! OH! That feels so good when you touch me there," she sighed as my question went unanswered. She brought her hands to the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. Our lips seemed to meet naturally. Her lips were soft and pliant; her tongue insinuated itself slowly and sexily between my gently churning lips. I think we both knew there was no turning back now. Our love-making became a series of movements which only served to heighten the sexual atmosphere which pervaded the room. As our kiss became deeper and more meaningful, I withdrew my hand from her steamy crotch, moved my body along the length of hers, put both of my arms around her back, and pulled her gently to me. Her arms seemed to come naturally around me as she reciprocated in kind. When our breasts met and crushed into each other, she whispered an unintelligible something into my mouth as we continued to light the flames of passion with our long, lingering, soul-searching kiss. I hardly noticed her move her left leg over the top of my right thigh. How her hand found its way to the back of my pantyhose-covered leg I don't know, but it took almost no effort on her part to gently pull my leg between hers until the middle of my thigh nestled gently into the soft curls of her naked pubis. I knew she wanted the pressure of my leg against her there, so I pressed inward with enough force against her puffy pussy lips to make her apply an equal amount of pressure against my leg with her steaming cunt. We must have traded a hundred French-kisses. Our mouths were filled with each others' saliva. Her left hand worked small miracles on the back of my thigh which was pressed between her legs. Sometimes she would gently scratch the back of the entire length of my thigh with her fingernails; at other times she would kneed the muscle there with enough pressure to force my leg further into her crotch. I could feel the hairs of her soft pussy mingle with my pantyhose. Every once in a while, she would slowly move her hand along the inside of my thigh, all the way from my knee to just millimeters away from my pussy, torturing me with the closeness of her fingers to my love nest. With her left hand, she traced a line from my neck and shoulders to my right ear, sometimes circling my outer ear with her middle finger, then moving the finger right into the outer ear canal. It was a sexy movement that drove me insane with desire for her. I know she did it purposely--moving her hand once more between my legs and holding it just short of touching my crotch, while at the same time delving her finger into my ear. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran my hand down my body until I found the back of her hand that remained just below my now aching pussy. Boldly, I pressed her hand into my crotch. I gurgled, "That feels wonderful, Linda!" into our kissing mouths as I moved arm once more behind her back and hugged her tightly. I began to feel sorry I was still wearing pantyhose, so expert was the movement of her fingers along the length of my cuntal crack. She pressed inward all the way from my asshole to my clitoris, pushing the crotch of my soaked panties between the puffy pussy lips. My body jerked spasmodically each time the finger strayed over my engorged clitoris, and I moaned loudly. When we finally broke the longest, most passionate kiss I had ever known, she looked deeply into my eyes, then sexily snaked the tip of her tongue along the edge of her lips. "I want you very much, BethAnne," she said thickly. "I... I guess I want you, too," I said, finally admitting to myself that there was no stopping now. She stroked some strands of my long blonde hair over the top of my right ear, exposing the ear to the coldness of the evening air. She bit her lower lip, afraid to say the wrong thing and spoil this enchanted moment. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I, well, I guess I....Well, there is something that, ah, well, I guess it would be nice if you could...well...." "Linda," I laughed, "tell me what you are trying to say!" "I...I want you to touch my breasts," she blurted as she hid her face against my neck, afraid to see my reaction. It was a little funny. Here she was, still pressing her hand into my honeypot while she was afraid to ask me to feel her up a bit. I said nothing, but moved my right hand to her forehead, then down to her cheek, gently stroking the soft skin there. At the same time, my elbow came to rest against the fullness of her left breast. When she started softly kissing my neck, sometimes flicking her tongue against my skin, I slowly moved my hand straight downward, until it come to rest naturally right on top of the fullness of her breast. "Your breast feels very nice!" I whispered, gently squeezing the firmness of her there. It was the first time I had ever touched another woman there. It felt strange, yet extremely exciting. My mind raced with a million thoughts, trying to fathom why, after all these years, I was even thinking about making love to someone of my own sex. She drew her breath in between her teeth, hissing softly. "They're very sensitive," she sighed. "I love to be touched there." "Mmm, I do too," I said. "And I like it when you're touching me between my legs, Linda. It's very wet there." "Don't you want to me to take your pantyhose off for you?" she asked matter-of-factly. "Yes," I replied, "Just as soon as I'm finished playing with your boobs!" Using my left hand, I pulled her face to mine and we began kissing passionately once more as I continued to kneed the softness of her left breast. She was beginning to make soft "cooing" sounds now, even as we kissed once more. Moving my right hand to her waist, I easily snaked it under her sweater, then moved it slowly over her warm, bare skin until I found the cottony softness of her bra. I cupped her firm tit with the palm of hand, kneading it ever so gently, as her "coos" began to turn to moans. As I ran my hand over the top of the bra cup, I could feel her turgid nipple beneath. I grasped the hard nubbin between my thumb and index finger and tweaked it gently. Her mouth opened under my lips and she gasped loudly. Emboldened by my movements, she moved her hand from in back of my right thigh, snaked it between our intertwined legs, and eased it into the warm softness of my crotch. Her touch against my clitoris sent shock waves through my body. I kissed her feverishly, with complete abandon, as I gently caressed her bra-encased breast and toyed with her nipple. She breathed heavily into my mouth. I was half-crazy with lust now. Breaking the kiss, I looked deeply into Linda's eyes. "Why don't you take my pantyhose off now," I said in a throaty, cracking voice. I was ready for anything; I wanted everything now. This new experience was too exciting for me. I loved living dangerously. "Oh, BethAnne I want to do things to you. You turn me on so much; I don't know why," she said in a semi-whisper. "Linda, have you ever done anything like this before?" I asked once again. "I've been lesbian for many years now. Does that bother you?" There was a look of real sincerity in her eyes. "Well, gosh, I never would have imagined!" I must have had a very surprised look on my face. "Hey, it's not so terrible! But if you want to stop, I will. I don't believe in pressuring anyone into doing something they don't want to. I can give you a night you will never forget, or we can break it off before it goes any further. You still have a choice." "No, I don't have a choice," I said in a soft, sexy tone. "I already made it a few minutes ago in the living room, when I pressured you into coming here and letting me take your temperature. In fact, to be perfectly honest, you turned me on from the first time I met you." I rose to a kneeling position next to her prostrate body. Her eyes were glued to mine. "Where are you going?" she asked, searching my face with a rather quizzical look. "Nowhere," I replied. "You were going to take my pantyhose off for me, remember?" "Yes," she said, cocking her head slightly to the left and smiling slyly. "What are you waiting for, then?" I continued with a wide grin. "You're sure you want to go through with this?" she asked. "It's not too late to stop." She was teasing me now, knowing I was turned on. It was way too late to turn back. I looked at her sternly. "Take them off or we'll both be sorry later that you didn't. Do it before I change my mind, please." I even poked my pelvis in the direction of half-smiling face. I'll never forget the feeling of pure sex that permeated the room. "Oh dear, I've created a monster!" she quipped with a wide smile as she moved her body closed to mine and quickly ran her hands up the backs of my legs, feeling the softness of smooth, thin net of the pantyhose. When her fingers reached my ass, she squeezed the buns gently. to be continued... Lesbian Fever Ch. 2 My mind buzzed like a bee in bottle. This was all so new to me; I was petrified. Maybe in the back of the deepest reaches of my mind I had thought about being with someone of my own sex, but until this moment I had no idea I would ever do so. Linda brought her hands to the top of my hips, then eased her thumbs into the elastic top of my pantyhose. For the moment we were frozen in time, just the two of us sharing a wonderfully new beginning. Her eyes melted into mine as she pulled the pantyhose down, slowly exposing my French-cut, white, satin panties. She left the pantyhose bunched around my thigh. I watched her eyes move slowly down my body until they came to my panties. Her right hand brushed lightly across the front the panties, just above the pubic bone. My body spasmed at the touch. Goosebumps formed on my arm. "Very sexy," she whispered, her eyes fixed on my pubic bulge. My heart was racing like a car in the Indianapolis 500. She pulled the front of my panties down, stopping just above my curls. "I think I am going to like this," she said. "Not as much as I am," I countered. In my heart of hearts, I knew I had waited my whole life for this very moment. It was here at last. A woman. A beautifully stunning woman. About to reveal my secret desires. I closed my eyes as Linda exposed my thick forest of dark-brown curls to her wide-open eyes. Her sharp intake of breath spoke volumes without a word. I could feel her eyes on the hairy triangle in front of her. It was exhilarating to know I was turning her on. She stared for an eternity, and then said in a voice thick with lust and honey, "Beautiful... Just beautiful. I love the hairs, but we may shave you some day. You would like so nice baby-smooth. Somehow I knew I was hers from that moment on. There was nothing I would not do for her, no sexual act too perverse, no feeling of remorse that I had slid into the abyss of a strange but wonderful new world. When she leaned forward and planted a soft kiss into the fur, I put my hand on the back of her head and drew her even closer. She kissed the curls for several sweet moments while I gently scratched the nape of her neck with my fingernails. Opening my eyes, I looked down at the top of her head. Her strawberry-blonde hair shimmered in the delicate light of the room. She lightly bit a bunch of the curls between her teeth and drew them away from my abdomen. My whole body shuddered. "I want to be naked for you," I husked. "You will be, when it's time," she whispered into hairs at her lips. "I can't get enough of you, BethAnne." My body somehow floated to the bed and I ended up on my back. Linda got up, knelt next to me, her skirt dropping back into place in the process, and started drawing my pantyhose down my legs. I laid back, enthralled by what was happening. I lifted my knees to help her, then felt the nylon ease off of my feet. My panties were next. One part of me felt totally exposed, the other part felt unbelievably turned on. I closed my eyes again. Panties off, naked from the waist down, my pussy exuding the smell of a woman in heat, I let my legs fall open, knowing I was affording Linda a view of the length of my crotch. I loved being exposed to her like that. "Open your legs more," she said in a voice thick with lust. It was more like a command, an order than must be obeyed without question. It would not be the only time she commanded me to do something wicked; it would become something I would become used to as our relationship matured. Like a good soldier, I obeyed. There it was, in all its glory, my splayed legs revealing what heretofore only men had seen before. If my heart was racing like mad before, it was into a wild gallop now. "Spread your lips for me," she said. "I want to see all of you." Wow! It was now or never. Blushing profusely, I reached between my legs and sealed my fate from that time forward. Slowly I opened the lips like rose petals, the pink moisture within showing a tell-tale sign of my feelings at that moment. My eyes still closed, I felt her body shift closer to me as she got an even better look into my love canal. "Keep it open," she whispered as she dove into the cleft like a cow crazing in the grass. She lightly kissed my exposed clit, and I shivered uncontrollably, gasping out loud. I opened myself even more, giving her total access to the center of my being. She wasted no time; her lips moved lower to my vaginal entrance. She softly blew warm air over the moist, pink tissue, then stabbed her tongue straight into me. I cried out in pure ecstasy, raised my hips off the bed, and thrust my abdomen into her churning face. "You taste so fucking good," she whispered, "I could eat you all night." Her whole mouth covered my steaming vulva. I knew I had totally coated her face with moisture. I couldn't even respond. I could feel my juices flowing, and she sucked them voraciously into her mouth. I began undulating my hips. The sounds emanating from my mouth were incomprehensible, moans mixed with gasps, cries interspersed with grunts. I wanted to cum so bad my teeth ached. When I was able to form a comprehensible word, it was only one. "Linda... Linda... Linda..." She continued her assault on my sex for another eternity, bringing me close to orgasm, then suddenly whispered, "Turn over on your tummy. I am going to do something very pleasurable for you." I had no idea what she had in mind, but I turned over and gave her a nice view of my upturned ass. I felt her fingertips move lightly across the proffered buns. I'd always liked to be touched there, and Linda had a special way bringing the nerve endings into play. Every once in a while she moved her fingertips between the half moons, sometimes coming perilously close to my rosebud, but avoiding it just when I thought she would go for the target. She was teasing me, and I loved it. "Such a gorgeous ass," she said in a soft, honey-dewed voice. "It's yours," I said, hoping to encourage her to move on to bigger and better things. Her response surprised me. "It was mine from the moment you hopped in bed with me. I'm just staking my claim now." I felt two hands on my ass now, with her fingers suddenly prying the two halves apart. I gasped out loud, knowing my most private of areas was now on full display. I thought she was going to return the favor I had given her earlier, when she asked me to impale her back there with my finger. How wrong I was! Her body partially resting on mine, she moved her lips between the opened cheeks and kissed me softly right THERE! I moaned, telling her how without words how much I liked the feeling. Persuaded that I was not averse to what she had in mind, her lips were joined by her tongue. I had heard of "rim jobs" before, but this was my very first. The tip of her tongue circled around the tiny pucker, driving me up the wall. "Oh, that's sooooooo nice," I cooed. She opened me up even more, then drove her tongue straight into the target. The coup de gras! The feeling was exquisite! Some people have nerve endings there that make the anus an erotic interlude all by itself. I soon discovered that my nerve endings seemed to follow a straight line from there to my clit. She toyed with me there for the better part of twenty minutes, interspersing her tongue with her index finger just to change the tune she was playing. When she used her finger, she tickled the rectal walls with her fingertip and I literally screamed in delight each time she did. She knew I was aroused; she sensed I was close to coming. I knew it wouldn't take much to bring me over the edge, and it didn't. When her finger moved to my clit, rockets went off and I moaned into the bed sheet long enough for three wonderful waves of pleasure to engulf me, one right after the other, actually increasing in intensity from one to the other. I had felt two waves before, both times from male partners, but this was like nothing I had ever experienced in my life. I was hooked from that beautiful moment on, and I think Linda knew it. "So BethAnne likes anal," she whispered, releasing my ass cheeks from her grip. "I never knew it could that nice," I said. "I have so much to teach you, sweetness." I laughed. "You have a very willing learner." "A very willing sex slave you mean." Her statement sounded too sincere to be a joke. I wondered if she was serious. "You want me to be your sex slave?" I asked incredulously. "Honey, you already are..." to be continued... Lesbian Fever Ch. 3 There comes a moment in all of our lives when we reach a proverbial turning point. As a wise old sage once mused, "When you come to a fork in the road, take it!" Well, there was no fork in the road that night. There was one path that I saw for my foreseeable future, and it was walking hand-in-hand with Linda wherever she wanted to take me. There was no turning back. I was hooked. Completely. Whatever there had been before in my life was overshadowed by this beautiful creature sharing her bed with me on that wonderful first evening. A sex slave? What did she mean by that? In the months and years to come, Linda would explore my innate submissiveness and bring it to limits I could never have possibly imagined. She drew me down to her, my body melting into hers. She kissed me. Not so much as sexily, but lovingly. Her lips were as soft as the morning dew. When we broke the kiss, we snuggled for the better part of an hour, wordlessly, drinking in the excitement of the moments we had only recently shared. I finally broke our long silence. "What have you done to me?" Linda laughed. "What have we done to each other?" Our questions went unanswered as her fingers lightly touched my brow, then circled my ear. My whole body shivered at her touch. She kissed the tip of my nose, then smiled. Her eyes met mine. At a time like this, words are unnecessary. Given the moment at hand it was odd that she was fully clothed, except for her panties and skirt that I had thoughtfully removed when she needed her temperature taken. Her pretty satin slip was still bunched at her waist; her chest heaved beneath her turtleneck sweater. I had a view of the length of her body, and the patch of strawberry-blond curls that adorned her lower abdomen could have melted a glacier. "I think we are over-dressed for this occasion," I said. "I know of a way we can solve that problem," she replied with a coy smile. "And what might be your suggestion?" "Well, I have a shower in the next room..." It seemed so natural to rest my hand over the soft curls of her pussy and run my fingers lightly through them. "And a woman needs a shower after things get hot and steamy," I said, my voice thickening with lust. She brought her hand down to mine, found my middle finger, and eased it into the puffy folds of her sex. Her clit was twice the size of mine. She moaned. Her hand stayed over mine as I moved my finger back and forth over the engorged nubbin. "If you keep that up," she husked, "we may never get to the shower." I toyed with her cunny while she opened her legs invitingly. Inside the lips, she was moist. I kissed the side of her neck while my finger delved deeper. I was not surprised to find that the reason for the moisture surrounding her vaginal entrance was because there was a veritable lake inside it. My finger pressed into her while her hand held it locked in place. Her juices squished as I explored her womanhood. My kisses on her neck turned into licks, while her moans goaded me on. She raised her hips to meet my exploring finger as guttural sounds emanated from inside her throat. I finger-fucked her for almost ten minutes, while I pressed my palm against her clit. She called my name out loud a dozen times, her head tossing from side to side, her hips undulating to the rhythm of my finger. She was close, and I knew it. I bit her ear lobe. When her face turned toward me, I kissed her eyelid. She bucked like a bronco. I shoved my finger deep into her. When she came, she made a long "whooing" sound. I would swear her vagina constricted around my finger. Her orgasm lasted almost a full minute. When I finally removed my finger, it glistened in the pale light of the room. I brought it to my nostrils, then inhaled the sweet nectar of her juices. The smell was intoxicating. She smiled. "Clean your finger in your mouth." It wasn't a request, it was a command, and I willingly obeyed. Her taste was unbelievably mild. Slightly salty, but kind of spicy on the palate. My eyes met hers as I sucked her juices off of my finger. The look on her face spoke a thousand words. "Do you normally take showers with your clothes on?" she asked with a wry smile. "I think I could make an exception this one time," I laughed. "If you promise not to look." She pursed her lips. "Well, I guess we'll have to stay sweaty all night then." "Okay. Okay. You can look, but no touchy-feely. I have my reputation to consider, young lady." As I turned to get off the bed, Linda lightly slapped my naked butt with the palm of her hand. At the time, I thought of it as no more than a "love tap," but inside my mind I wondered if there was something more to it. How could I have known that little love tap was merely the tip of an iceberg? If I had known, would I have re-thought the situation I was getting myself into? Pure conjecture at this point. I hardly remember shedding the rest of my clothes. I do remember sneaking a peek here and there as Linda disrobed. Her body was gorgeous. Not an ounce of flab. Her breasts were not huge, but they were bigger than mine, adorned with half-dollar sized areolas and suck-me nipples that stood out proudly. I was awed by the casualness of her demeanor. Totally naked, she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She might just as well have been strutting down Main Street. No modesty about a lack of clothes in front of a woman she had known for only a few hours. She carried herself beautifully. I followed her into the bathroom, blushing profusely. Okay, my secret was out. So the blond hair on my head didn't match the thick brown carpet below. Maybe it was a trick of nature. I was more aware of my nakedness than I had ever been in my life. But Linda made it seem all so natural. We giggled as she soaped me up, front and back, her hands wandering wherever they wanted all over my body. When the soap rolled off of my breasts, she kissed the wetness that remained, the suckled my nipples one at a time. My heavy breathing and incessant sighs gave me away. My nipples are super-sensitive. Just lightly touch them and I tingle down south. Suckle them and I am yours forever. Linda didn't just suck them, she played a half-hour concerto that included her tongue and teeth as well as her lips. Alternately, she ran her tongue over and around the turgid nubbins, bit them lightly, and voraciously drew them deep into her mouth. I flung my head back and enjoyed the exquisite feelings. She knew exactly how to please me. What I had done with my finger in the bedroom, Linda was doing with her mouth in the bathroom. When her hand wandered between my legs, I gasped. Her entire hand was over my honeypot, pressing hard into me. My clit throbbed. Sometimes I just know when I am going to have a whopper of an orgasm. This time was no different. It welled from deep inside my sex and flowed straight from my spine to my brain. Linda had to hold me to prevent me from falling. I made unintelligible sounds from deep in my throat. My whole body shook. Maybe I had had bigger "O's", but I couldn't remember when. We exited the shower and Linda dried me off with a soft, fluffy towel. Her touch felt nice. I returned the favor, taking the opportunity to survey her wonderful body in the process. I lightly dabbed at her moistened curls, vigorously rubbed her breasts and derriere, then ran the towel along her legs. I felt like a teenager on her first date. "I didn't bring fresh clothes," I said as I stood buck-naked in front of her. "I don't think you will be needing any the rest of the weekend," she said, smiling broadly. "Get into the bedroom, young lady." She followed me into the bedroom silently on padded feet. Just as I started to fold the sheets back on the bed, she halted me. "It isn't time for bed quite yet." I looked at her quizzically. "It isn't?" "Nope. It's play time, sweetie." "I don't understand." "Understanding is the key to all knowledge, and you are about to start your journey into the land of learning. I want you to straddle the corner of the bed with your legs. It presents your ass nicely and gives me access to your pussy." At first I thought she was kidding. "You're serious," I said. "As serious as a heart attack, baby. Move!" There was a sternness in her voice that had only reared its head slightly earlier in the evening. There was something inside me that told me not to disobey her, not to offend her. I moved to the corner of the bed, straddled it with my legs, then leaned forward, pressing my breasts into the cool bedspread. The position left me wide open and vulnerable. On the one hand it was humiliating to be like that, on the other it was sexy and exhilarating. I closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect. I sensed her moving behind me. "What a gorgeous ass!" she exclaimed, lightly touching the exposed surface with her fingertips. Goosebumps formed at the touch. "This is embarrassing," I pleaded. She ignored me. "Don't move a muscle," she said. The cracking sound of her hand meeting the fleshiness of my buns melded with a sharp intake of my breath. I felt my buns ripple. It wasn't really painful, but the surprise of her action made me yelp. "Your ass was made to be spanked," she said. Something inside me told me to accept what happening without questioning it. Yes, it certainly stung enough to make me know what she had done, on the other hand the pain I had felt was not without a certain amount of pleasure. My mind raced to explain my feelings at this very moment. Before I was able to even begin to assemble the answer in my mind, the second stinging slap called me to my senses. "OH!" I cried out. "That hurts!" "Tsk. Tsk," she said. "And we've only just begun..." Lesbian Fever Ch. 4 If someone had told me yesterday that this evening I would be totally naked in the bedroom of someone of my own sex, straddling the corner of the bed, my ass poking invitingly up in the air, my crotch totally exposed, ready to accept a spanking (and who knows what else), I would have thought they were out of their mind. Yet here I was, not only in such a vulnerable position, but liking it! There was something inside me that was willing to accept the consequences of submission, whatever that might entail, despite the fact that I had only known Linda in a "social" (if this could be called that) environment for a few short, albeit sweet hours. My face felt flushed to its limit. I folded my arms in front of me and placed my forehead on my right arm. At once the position was humiliating and scary, yet there was a comfort that I felt in Linda's presence that took much of the scariness away. Her voice, stern as it was, had a strangely soothing affect on my timidity, and whatever apprehension I felt earlier seemed to be melting away with each passing minute. Linda placed her hand on my already tingling buns and traced the red marks she had just created. Her fingernails scratched across the area as she pressed just hard enough to remind me of the pain on the surface of the skin. "I love your ass, BethAnne." She dug her nails into me more sharply, enough to make me wince. "Ouch!" I cried. "Does that hurt?" "Of course it does." "You will learn, my sweetness, that there is a very thin line between pain and pleasure. I will take you back and forth between these two extremes until almost all of the pain becomes pleasurable. You will learn, if you become my willing student, to accept the pain without asking why. As your level of tolerance grows, so will your pleasure. Sex is fine, but it is only 80 percent mental; the beauty of BDSM is that it is almost 100% mental, and from the mind comes unparalleled joy. "BDSM?" Linda laughed. "Bondage, discipline, sado-masochism. Whatever you want to call it, it becomes a lasting bond between the giver and the taker. It takes a lot to be submissive, but the rewards are many." "When you spanked me..." I hesitated, not knowing how to put my thoughts into words. "Yes?" "When you spanked me," I continued, "I was scared at first. Almost frightened. But that feeling somehow disappeared, and the pain I felt was somehow, and I know this sounds strange, a way of expressing my feelings." She laughed again. "It isn't strange at all, BethAnne. In fact, a true submissive accepts the pain and pleasure as an act of love for her Mistress." This was getting deep. "Mistress," I thought to myself, "What am I getting into?" "A true submissive," she continued, "finds real happiness in pleasing her Mistress, whatever road she may have to take to achieve that purpose. The Mistress takes pleasure in watching the submissive endure the pain." "What if the 'submissive' gets hurt?" "We are going to set limits, baby. And if I step out of bounds, get into a territory that is a 'no-no,' or cause pain that cannot be endured, we have a safe-word. It's 'mercy.' I promise that I will never leave permanent marks, only lasting memories." "Somehow I think there has always been a submissive side to me, but it didn't really come out until tonight," I said. "I sensed that almost from the beginning. Maybe it's why I decided to pursue you." My face blushed. "This evening was planned?" I asked astonishingly. "Well, not completely. I really didn't think things would go this far so quickly. My goal was to seduce you. That was all." She nonchalantly ran her fingernails inside the crease of my ass as she spoke, creating goose-bumps on the surface of the skin. Her finger came close to my anus, then moved back. "I think I have a lot to learn." "You do, baby, but I will be with you all the way. Trust me. Nothing is more important than trust." "Will I get spanked often?" she asked. "As often as necessary," she replied. "And whipped?" Linda laughed out loud. "You are beginning to get the idea, girl." My imagination raced with a thousand possibilities. Some things I was afraid to ask, others I didn't want to know. What she was offering to me was a new and totally different lifestyle, and there were few, if any, bones in my body that were contemplating turning it down. Where was the shy, sweet girl who opened the door Linda's house just a few hours ago? What kind of creature had she become? "Scary," I said, expressing my thought out loud. "It's supposed to be scary. And not just a little scary, maybe a lot. Fear of the unknown, apprehension about what might happen next during one of our 'sessions', well, that just heightens the senses and adds to the atmosphere. I will bring you to places you can't imagine, BethAnne. To hell and back, if necessary, to achieve my goals. But the deal is this: you can leave this very moment and I will understand. But if you stay, you are mine, heart, body and soul. There is no turning back, no retreating, once you make up your mind." It was half ultimatum, half sales pitch. In my heart of hearts, I knew I was already hooked, but was I willing to admit that to myself so soon? The pain of the somewhat mild (in comparison to others later) spanking she had just given me had already dissipated, yet there was an undeniable voice inside my head that was telling me I needed more. As I sorted things out in my racing brain, I began to understand my submissiveness, though it never had a name until now. "I accept," I blurted. "Okay. It's your choice. There's no getting out of it now," she said. With my eyes still closed, and my cheek resting languidly on my forearm, I sensed Linda's movements behind me. I head a drawer open to my left side, then close. I felt her move behind me. My heart began to beat a little faster. She was right, not knowing what was going to happen was exciting to my senses. I felt no movement by her at all, but suddenly the sound of leather against the upturned flesh of my ass and my cry of pain seemed to meld together in an instant of sheer madness. My head jerked back, reflexively, and my body rose from the corner of the bed. "What was that?" I cried, "it hurts!" "It's called a crop," she said. "Here, look at it." I turned my head as she held a long, thin length of braided leather that was capped by a triangular double fold of leather at its tip. It looked wicked, and it was. I suddenly realized she had just used that awful creature on my poor derriere. "Damn! It stings like hell," I said, the pain still radiating like a fire across my ass. "It's supposed to." She moved behind me again. This time I braced myself, grasping the bedspread in my fists and squeezing for all I was worth. I didn't have to wait long. I heard a "whoosh" of air just before the strike landed. This one was even harder than the first, and the sting felt like a fire on my entire backside. My cries echoed around the room and my brain buzzed like a firecracker. Beads of sweat formed on my brow. "Remember, the safe-word is 'mercy'," she said. "Say it and I stop." Something inside of me wanted to show her how brave I was. She must have sensed my courage. There was a part of me that was proud of myself. I felt Linda's hand move between my wide-open legs. Her middle finger found its way through the folds of my pussy into my vagina. I gasped. "Mmmmm," she said, "somebody must really like what I am doing. It's a fucking lake inside there." Her finger made delightful squishing sounds inside me as I pushed my body back as best I could to meet the impaled digit. "Pain, followed by pleasure," she said in a voice thick with lust. Just a soon as my pussy became accustomed to the pleasure, Linda quickly withdrew her finger and drove the crop home once more with a quick snap of her wrist. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried. "Pleasure, followed by pain," she said. "In time it will all become one..." Somehow, I felt the process had already begun. Lesbian Fever Ch. 5 The following weekend I moved in with Linda. It seemed the natural thing to do. After all, we had been lovers for a whole week. Seriously, it was an easy decision for me to make, despite our brief acquaintanceship. One might think, from reading my account of our first few nights, that I spend all the time getting spankings, or as I was later to learn, many other "kinky" activities. Actually, the kinky side of our relationship became, after we settled in, perhaps only thirty percent of our sexual side. Most of the time we had "normal" lesbian sex. Of course, I enjoy writing about the unusual "stuff," and I think this makes for more interesting reading. Perhaps another interesting phenomena to our kinky side was the fact that Linda or I could easily switch roles. Although I was definitely more submissive than she was, it was not unusual to find her on the receiving end of a good, hard spanking (or worse) when we were in a mood to switch roles. Our modeling jobs, where we had originally met, were few and far between, so we each found work as secretaries for local corporations. Our work hours pretty much coincided. Since I normally arrived home about 45 minutes before Linda did, I did most of the cooking. I enjoyed serving her a variety of meals and she loved the attention. We usually spent Fridays at home, making passionate love. Saturdays were often devoted to going to the movies, followed by dinner together in one of the fine local restaurants our town had to offer. Saturday nights, more often than not, provided an ideal time for kinky sex. It gave either us, depending on whom was on the receiving end, time to recuperate the following day. More than once, I can remember sitting gingerly on a pillow all day to relieve the pain that remained from the night before. Linda was definitely harder on me than I was on her. In time, my threshold of pain increased to a point that I could tolerate even a really hard whipping or spanking without so much as flinching. Linda was more of a baby in this regard, so I often had to hold back far more than she did. Friday nights were special. A chance to unwind from the workweek, to spend some face time (no pun intended) with each other, and to build upon our relationship. Arriving home extra early one Friday night in the middle of an excruciatingly hot August, I slipped out of my work clothes into shorts and a t- shirt. Nothing else. No bra or panties. Just me beneath my outer garments. Really ahead of myself that evening, I fixed a fantastic bowl of spaghetti and sausage, combined it with a nice garden salad, then found the sofa in the living room a convenient place to rest my weary bones. Linda, of course, came home dressed to the nines. A rather tight red skirt, hemmed a few inches above the knee, and a white, button-down, short-sleeved blouse. The weather was much too hot for stockings or pantyhose, and her nicely tanned legs obviated the need for them. She wasn't big-breasted, but what she had up there filled her blouse quite nicely. Probably because of her shimmering red hair, she always looked nice when she complemented the hair with red clothes. She wore only minimal make-up. As usual, she was shiny and bright when she greeted me. "Hey stranger! Something smells really good!" "Ghetti and sausage," I said. It's all ready. Just have to heat it up in the microwave." "Aren't you the lazy one!" she said, moving next to my reclining body. "Got off early. Just relaxing." "How was your day?" she asked. "Oh, fine. Nothing special. I'm glad it's Friday." She smiled, then leaned forward as I sat up far enough to permit a short, nondescript kiss. She straightened up, still standing next to me, hands on hips, legs slightly parted, looking down at me. She was sex personified, a pretty girl who could attract anyone she wanted. All of a sudden, my Sapphic instincts, so long dormant, seemed to boil up. I stretched my hand out far enough to come to rest on the inside of Linda's right knee, just under the tight red skirt. Nonchalantly, I brushed the soft skin of the inside of her leg ever so lightly. Linda's cheeks flushed. Almost reflexively, she opened her legs a bit wider. The invitation was all too obvious. I slowly moved my hand, palm up, higher inside the parted legs, catching the hem of her skirt on my wrist in the process. "Oh, Beth," she sighed, knowing where the journey of my hand was heading. I watched the skirt move upward over my hand, revealing more and more of her long, lithe legs. Suddenly the trip ended, stopped by the presence of soft silk. I pressed my palm into the silk and Linda moaned softly. "Beth… Beth… Beth…" she said over and over. Pressing even deeper into the "V" of Linda's opened legs, I felt her womanly moisture seep into the softness of the panty crotch. She swayed slightly over my hand as she cooed with pleasure. I was awed by her easy arousal. We stayed like that, my hand playing inside her skirt, for several sweet moments, just enjoying the closeness perhaps even more than the sexiness. My hand—there—seemed so natural. I looked up at her for a moment. Her head was cocked to the side, eyes closed, mouth opened in an "O" shape. I flicked my middle finger over the area surrounding her vagina, circling it over the ever moistening panty crotch, and watched her cock her head back further and moan. I had the feeling she was putty in my hands. I was wrong. Linda suddenly stepped back, her skirt falling into place, leaving my hand stretched out into thin air. She looked down at me, breathing deeply, her face filled with lust. "You are driving me crazy, you little stinker, and I am the one who is supposed to be teaching you." "I think you've created a real monster," I said. "Oh, how I want you, Linda!" She reached down and smoothed out her skirt, her face still flushed. "I have plans for you this evening, young lady." She wanted to be in total control, and she was. Until I was ready, it was sex on her terms, not mine. And I accepted that. I moved my outstretched hand over my tummy and sank my head deeper into the cushion behind in. I felt so comfortable with her. I had never felt that way with anyone in my life. Linda suddenly moved toward me and eased herself next to me on the sofa, her hips at my waist. I had to squinch over slightly to accommodate her. "So how was your day?" I asked, pretending that nothing had just occurred between us. Our eyes lingered on each others' as we talked. "Well," she laughed, "I do believe Cheryl, the new girl in accounting, made a pass at me." My eyes widened. "Isn't she the one you said was staring at you all the time?" "Yup. Same one. Today she came by my desk, leaned over to look at some work I was doing, and stuck her boob right on my shoulder. Then she sort of rested her hand on my forearm. She didn't speak normally to me; it was more like a sexy whisper." "And what did you do?" "Well, dear Beth, I did what any hot-blooded lesbian would do—I ran my hand under her skirt, straight up to her goodies, just like someone else I know just did." "You what?" I asked incredulously. Linda laughed out loud. "I paid no attention to her, silly. She's not even close to being my type." "And who is your type?" I continued, blinking my eyes in a flirtatious manner. "Well, I kinda favor girls in baggy shorts." It was my turn to laugh. "Hey, these aren't that freeping baggy!" Her eyes strolled the length of my body. "They aren't exactly form-fitting either, my dear." "They just happen to be nice and comfortable, thank you." She smiled again. "And they are loose enough to give one easy access to what's inside." Suddenly, without warning, her right hand snuck under the waistband of the shorts. It came to rest softly on my abdomen, just above my pubis. "I see we are poor this week," said with a straight face. "Excuse me?" "Can't afford panties, huh?" she asked. "Nope, nor a bra," I replied with a wide smile. "I had already noticed that," she said. I watched her pretty eyes move to my white t-shirt and stare intently at the nipples poking out provocatively through the thin material. I sensed that we were now on her terms and that the move Linda was making for my bones that might go on for the rest of the evening. I thought about the spaghetti waiting to be devoured. "Were you planning on eating dinner before ravishing my body?" I asked coyly. "I was sort of planning on a low-calorie meal first," she replied. Her fingertips moved to lightly scratch across the curls beneath my shorts. I opened my right leg enough to give her access to others areas she might be interested in. Instead, she twirled a few of the soft brown curls between her thumb and index finger. Her visage suddenly became lustful. I rested my right hand languidly on her thigh. Her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh and her legs were partially open. Simultaneously, as if on cue, Linda's hand stole between my legs while I brought my fingers once again beneath her skirt. The silk-covered crotch was already wetter than when I had left it. "If you keep that up," I said, raising my hips give her even better access to my treasures, "we'll be late for dinner." "And if you keep that up," she countered in a sexy whisper, "we just might be wondering what to have for breakfast." I was as hungry as a horse, but when Linda's middle finger located my rapidly swelling clit, I knew it was useless to think about such mundane things as eating (food, that is). I closed my eyes, leaned my head back into the pillow, stretched my left leg over the top edge of the sofa, and waited for her next moves. The wait was not too long. Linda leaned down and over, capturing my arm draped across her thigh with her ribs, and lightly brushed her lips across mine. Her left hand lightly caressed the side of my cheek as she lowered her head and brought her lips, full and sweet, soft and pliable, over mine. I moaned into our first real kiss of the evening, even as I felt her wandering finger push my inner pussy lips aside and delve into the gathering moisture inside me. I was already wet from playing with her, and I was getting wetter by the moment. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper, "I want you," and then started softly grinding her lips over mine. I loved her kisses. She always French-kissed me, but she never thrust her tongue into my mouth. Rather, she began a series of agonizingly wonderful movements, first licking across my lower lip with the tip of her tongue, then lightly brushing the same tongue-tip across my teeth. My mouth was open and ready to accept her, but she teased for many delicious moments before filling me with her tongue. When she did, at last, I sucked voraciously on it, drawing it into me like a tiny cock. With Linda's semi-reclining position next to me, I had pretty much lost access to her skirt, but her breasts were just above my forearm. By turning my arm, my right hand was directly under her left breast. She moaned into my mouth and drove her middle finger deeper into me as soon. I moaned loudly as I cupped the breast and ran my thumb over the nipple beneath her blouse and bra. Her breast was full, accepting my entire hand to cover it. I kneaded gently it in my palm and fingers. When she finally broke the kiss, and looked deeply into my eyes, I felt a warmth and a glow that I had never felt before. "You make it easy to love you," she whispered. I smiled. "I've never met any like you." "Well," she laughed, "most people that you meet don't have their fingers in your honeypot about a week later." We laughed together. Her eyes twinkled brightly. I really believe I could see right into her soul at the very moment. "Linda," I said softly. "Yes, my dear?" she asked brightly. I bit my lower lip. "Take this longing from my tongue…" She looked at me with lust-filled eyes, withdrew her hand from my shorts, her finger wet and glistening, then slowly arose and stood next to the sofa. Her eyes affixed to mine, she slowly raised her red skirt skyward, exposing more and more of her well-tanned legs. I watched intently. Silky-white, bikini-styled panties appeared. Her pubic bone was prominent beneath the shiny material. She raised the skirt all the way up to her waist, then stood to let me enjoy the view. "I think I have something that will take care of that longing," she husked. She pulled her panties down, slowly revealing the light-red curls that failed to hide the thin crack of her pussy beneath. Bending slightly, she whisked them off. With her skirt still raised, naked from the waist down, Linda moved toward me and placed a knee on each side of my ribs. After lowering her crotch within inches of my face, she reached behind my head and roughly pulled me into her crotch. My hunger knew no bounds. I wanted her to smother me with her pussy, and she almost did, grinding her hips against me and accepting the tongue I had offered to her. I drove my tongue into her soaked opening and she cried out in pure ecstasy. I was putty in her hands, yes, but the talents she had taught me in less than a week had given me a wonderful new power. I had read about girl-girl things in literature. Some of it had actually gave me a little tingle down below, but until I met Linda I would not have even called myself "bi-curious." But in a few short days, I had become a full-fledged, pussy-lapping lesbian and I was loving every sweet moment. When I used the flat of my tongue in a long, slow, delicious sojourn deep in the folds of Linda's pussy, she moaned loudly. When I circled her clit in the same flat motion, pressing as hard as I could against her, she threw her head back and uttered unintelligible gibberish between panting breaths. I continued licking her for at least five minutes. I already knew her well enough to sense when she was ready to explode. She did. And when she came, she screamed my name over and over and pulled my face tightly into her pulsating pussy. Copious amounts of her love juices coated my entire face, from my chin to my forehead, ear to ear. I was awash in her cum and I drank every sweet drop I could find. Her taste on my tongue was exquisite. The longing on my tongue would never be fully quenched, but for the moment I was in paradise. When Linda extricated herself and slid next to me, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her fully, letting her taste her own love juices from my lips and tongue. She nestled her head in the crook of my neck. I ran my fingers through her luxuriously soft hair, then lightly scratched the nape of her neck. It was calm and peaceful. I belonged here. "You are one fucking lesbian hottie," she said softly, lightly cupping my left breast. I laughed out loud. "You are not too bad yourself." "If you had asked me to marry you five minutes ago, we would be walking down the isle next Saturday," she said with a happily smiling face. I knew she wasn't serious, but the thought of a lifetime with her had already crossed my mind. A lesbian marriage would be out of the question, of course, but spending our days together in blissful happiness seemed the only right thing to do. And I was certainly more than willing to do it. "But you hardly know me, my dear," I whispered softly. "Oh, I will get to know you. There is so much to teach you," she said. I knew she was right. Linda had spent her entire adult life in the arms of women. I had spent a whole week. After resting for a few moments in each others' arms, she arose and offered me her hand. "I hope the sheets on the bed are clean," she said with a coy smile. "I changed them this morning, before work," I said, taking her hand and helping her to rise from the sofa. "Good, let's see how wet we can make them." I knew the food on the stove would go unused for quite a while. We walked hand- in-hand to the bedroom, our bedroom, where two strangers had become lovers in seven short but wonderful days. I was about to learn from an expert, and I was the most willing student in the world. She stood next to the bed pulled me closer to her. "Raise your arms," she said, and as soon as I did, she grasped the t-shirt and drew it quickly over my head. My breasts sprung fee. Wordlessly, she bent far enough over to whisk my shorts down my legs. In the blink of an eye, I had gone from clothed to totally naked. Linda stood back and admired me. I loved being naked for her, and she knew it. Her eyes moved from my feet to my head, then back down, taking in every inch of my nakedness. I think she liked what she saw. "I think I am over-dressed for the occasion," she said with a wry smile. "Would you mind doing the honors?" Blushing slightly, I moved a bit closer and started unbuttoning her blouse. She stood, arms at her sides, letting me do all the work to strip her. Her bra, white like the panties she had recently shed, but circled with exquisite lace, held her pineapple-sized breasts tightly confined. I pulled the tail of the blouse out of her skirt, slipped the blouse off of her shoulders, then reached behind her and unsnapped the back of the bra. Her breasts popped to life in front of me, nipples as hard as pebbles. Her tight red skirt was next. I loosened the thin leather belt buckle at her waist, unbuttoned a side button, pulled down the zipper, then watched as gravity completed my handiwork, allowing the skirt to fall in a circle around her feet. One last bit of material, a flimsy white half-slip, slit at both sides to mid thigh, stood between Linda and total nakedness. I slipped my fingers into the elastic waistband, stretched it a bit, then eased it over her hips and allowed it to join the skirt. She stepped gracefully out of the circle of skirt and slip and stood before me, naked as newborn baby. "I want you to lie down on the bed," she said. I did as she suggested, allowing my legs to fall apart easily, giving her a nice view of my hairy crotch. She slowly sidled in next to me, but turned her body in the opposite direction. At first I thought she wanted to engage in one of our favorite activities, a "69." Instead, however, she slid her right leg underneath me, and started moving her body toward me. Our legs looked like two pairs of scissors coming together. "What are you doing? I asked. "Quiet," she whispered. "Enjoy." She shifted her body even closer until her pussy was almost touching mine. Suddenly I knew what was about to happen. She pressed her crotch tightly into mine, pussy flattened against pussy, and began to grind her hips sensually. Our hairs mingled. Our vulvas mingled. Our clits were clamped together. We traded our freely flowing love juices back and forth. I soon got the idea, and pressed back into her. Soon we were rubbing our cunnies together in a rhythmic motion. If I raised my hips, Linda's followed me. It seemed so natural to be together like this. We were both flowing so much, our rubbing created a loud squishy sound between our legs. We both moaned loudly. The feeling was exquisite. Beautiful. Wonderful. Magnificent. Unworldly. I grabbed my own breast and squeezed it tightly as we pressed our pussies together. My clit was on fire. Linda eased her hand between our churning pussies and entered me easily with two fingers. Then she slid the same two fingers into her own sopping hole. She moved her fingers back and forth, sometimes playing tunes over our swollen clits. In less than ten minutes, I was at a fever pitch. And so was she. It was mutual. It was simultaneous. It was glorious. We came at the same time, pressing our spasming cunts together in a flood of juices that literally soaked the bed sheets between our legs. I came, counting three huge waves of a wonderful orgasm, followed by a tiny fourth one, and finally one baby cum that sent waves of pleasure from my pussy, along my spine, all the way to my brain. I don't believe I had ever cum so hard. Lesbian Fever Ch. 5 The both of us spent, Linda somehow pulled out from beneath me and moved back up my sweating body. Her breasts dug into mine. We kissed, deeply and lovingly. "Wow!" I said when our lips finally parted. "I know," she replied. "But it gets even better, sweetie." She arose from the bed, bent over, her beautiful breasts hanging divinely, and rummaged through the nightstand drawer. Soon she was holding four round leather cuffs, each with chrome buckles and rings, in her hand along with four long pieces of thin rope. I looked at her, wide-eyed. "What are those for?" "You next lesson," she replied. "Oh Beth, there is so much for you to learn…" * * * * * Dear readers, thank you so very much for your kind feedbacks. I attempt to answer everyone who e-mails me. I write stories only for you. My goal is to turn you on. Most of the material comes from real-life experiences, with a certain amount of literary license. Please feel free to e-mail me if you have any ideas for future chapters, or if you just want to say "hello." I received a request from one reader to include a "scissor" sequence, like the one included in this chapter, in a story. It was fun to write about it. I hope she (and you) enjoyed it. From the last few paragraphs of this installment, it is obvious where the next chapter is headed. Let me know what you would like in future chapters. Hugs, BethAnne