4 comments/ 71112 views/ 21 favorites Let It Rain By: smj54ap My sister Lynn gazed at me thru hooded and accusatory eyes. "Is it true?" she demanded. "Yes." was my quiet reply. Lynn shook her head in disgust and sighed very audibly. She didn't have a bi curious bone in her body and failed to understand when someone, especially her older sister, did. "It was mutual." I stated in a factual tone. Lynn regarded me with suspicion. "In fact Sis, she was the one who suggested it." I stated emphatically. Lynn turned on her heels and left my bedroom shaking her head. Where do I begin? It was two summers ago. I had finished my sophomore year of college and Lynn was graduating high school. Lynn's graduation party was held at our home and it was my first encounter with Jennifer Constantine. I had known Jennifer since she was a skinny twelve year old but by the "ripe old age" of eighteen, she had developed into a bona fide hottie. During my freshman year at college, I discovered I was bi curious. My roommate Sarah shared the same desire and she was the first of several bi encounters. When I saw Jennifer at Lynn's graduation party, I was struck by how mature she looked. We embraced in a friendly way but when Jennifer pulled back, she regarded me with a glint in her eyes. Even though she was "technically" Lynn's friend, we shared a close personal friendship. We frequently emailed and IM'd while I was at college. In spite of the lack of verbal communication, her warm and bubbly personality came thru with each communiqué. Although I mixed and mingled with the other guests, I never lost track of Jennifer in the crowd. Several times she saw me looking and gave me one of her dazzling smiles. It was long past midnight when the affair finally wound down. I wearily plopped in a chair in the kitchen and Jennifer sat in the chair next to me. "Hey Tara, wassup?" she inquired innocently. "Same old crap, different day." I stated in a wise ass way. "Have you noticed? Lynn's drunk as a skunk." She stated. "Yeah, I hope she doesn't hurl before I can get her into bed." I said wistfully. As Jennifer chuckled at my comment, we looked for Lynn and found her passed out on the pool deck. With some effort, we managed to get Lynn to her room. We were changing Lynn's clothes when her eyes opened with a panic stricken look. That could mean only one thing. I held Lynn's hair out of the way as she puked the contents of her guts into the toilet. Finally, with Jennifer's help, Lynn was safely tucked in. "She's gonna have one helluva hangover tomorrow!" Jennifer stated with a loud sigh. With no ulterior motive on my part, I suggested that Jennifer spend the night. An extra toothbrush and summer PJ's were located and she readied herself for bed. When Jennifer reappeared wearing the thin pajamas, my heart skipped a beat. Her nipples poked sexily against the sheer material of the top and her long shiny brown hair was unfettered by a French braid. I admired her flawless olive color skin tone, lean but muscled physique and very pretty facial features. Jennifer was under the sheet and smiling at me with a sunny expression, when she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Thanks for letting me stay." She stated with emotion. For once in my young life, I was tongue tied. "Tara? Can I tell you something, well, kinda personal?" She inquired with innocence. "Ah, sure." I said with skepticism. "You have to promise you'll never say anything to Lynn. Promise?" She asked sincerely. "Girl Scouts Honor!" I stated with my hand over my heart. Jennifer's green eyes twinkled with mystery. "I've had a crush on someone, actually a couple of people, for the last year but I don't think they'll understand if I approach them." She said with trepidation. "Is it Trey Sorrens?" I asked excitedly. Trey was captain of the high school wrestling team. He spent a long time talking to Jennifer at the party. "No." She said flatly. I went thru a laundry list of possible male aspirants but her answer was the same for each, a resounding "no." "Ok, I give up." I said with exasperation. "I hope you don't get mad." She said with worry in her voice. "Jennifer we're friends. You can tell me anything." I stated with assurance. "It's Lynn." She said very sheepishly. "You mean Lynn, my sister." I exclaimed with shock in my voice. Jennifer's happy demeanor turned to one of sadness and tears rimmed her sparkling green eyes. Lynn was a 5' 7" blonde bombshell with big 36D tits. From the tender age of fourteen, she never lacked for dates with the opposite sex. "When did you realize you had feelings for her?" I asked with a perturbed look on my face. "It started last summer when I was hanging out here a lot." She said with a downcast face Tears were rolling down Jennifer's cheeks and I tenderly dabbed a tissue at them to staunch the flow. She was sitting up, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth. "The sight of you and Lynn in bikini's really turned me on. Oops! Oh shit!" she declared and buried her head in her hands. Jennifer's revelation was a stunner and instinctively, I embraced her. While Lynn was a full figured hottie, I was an inch shorter and slender with a smaller chest. "I feel so ashamed but I've held it inside for so long that I had to tell someone." She stated woefully and tearfully. As I held Jennifer, I stroked her lustrous hair, trying to soothe her jangled nerves. "There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed about." I declared forcefully. "You're just bi curious." I said diagnosing the situation. "No Tara. I'm sure I like girls." She said with a shamefaced expression. "But, you dated some really hot guys." I countered. "I tried to like them, I really did." She stated with a hangdog expression. "I remember when I puked in the school parking lot after I gave Danny Sommers a blow job. He was so pissed at me." she said dejectedly. Again, I pulled her close and held her tight. "My Mom and Dad will never understand." She stated in a blubbering voice. "Try to get some sleep and we'll talk tomorrow. I won't breathe a word to Lynn." I said wearily. Jennifer lay back on the bed and regarded me with genuine affection. The look in her eyes turned my insides to mush and I leaned down and kissed her full on the lips. That sparked a make out session of epic proportions. Our tongues intertwined in an oral dance of yearning. When we came up for air, we were both breathing very hard. "Whew! That was great!" Jennifer crowed. "Have you had any experiences?" I inquired. "A couple; the first was with Becky Rissingham after a chorus concert. She offered to give me a ride home and in the back of my mind I knew she was bi." She stated. "What happened?" I asked as my curiosity got the best of me. "We kinda started kissing in the car. Then she asked if I wanted to stay overnight. In her bedroom we started making out and she grabbed my boobs." She said with some passion. "Did that bother you?" I asked with the steam rising between my legs. "No. It was a real turn on and I let her suck my tits. Next thing I knew she was licking me." Jennifer said in a happy memory voice. "What about you?" she asked with real inquisitiveness. "Oh, I've had a few since high school." I stated trying to sound nonchalant. In spite of the sexually charged atmosphere, we were both yawning. I kissed Jennifer on the forehead and bade her goodnight. As I lay in bed, thoughts of me licking Jennifer dominated my conscious mind and I fingered myself to oblivion. The next morning I woke to the sound of splashing water in the pool. Jennifer was swimming laps and I rushed to join her. "Hi Tara!" she greeted me warmly with a broad smile. "Having fun?" I asked sweetly. "I'd give anything to have a pool in my backyard." She gushed. After eight good laps to shake the cobwebs, I left to check on Lynn and lo and behold she's sitting in the kitchen with bloodshot eyes. The screened door accidentally banged against the frame when I entered. "OH, my aching head." Lynn moaned. I quickly prepared a pot of coffee and sent Lynn to the shower. When she returned, I shoved a hot mug of java in her hand and two Tylenol in her mouth. She retired to the den sofa for the rest of the afternoon. Jennifer looked like a Greek goddess in her string bikini. Little twitches and tingles reverberated in my crotch whenever I gaped at her gorgeous body. Jennifer's admission about her sexuality had shaken me to my soul. I was so busy exploring my bi side the last two years that I hadn't been with a guy sexually since high school. Mentally, I questioned my preference for women, at least for the moment. True to my word, I said absolutely nothing to Lynn about Jennifer's sexual leanings. But, Jennifer was spending a great deal of time at our home and it was usually with me. Lynn was sure to notice. Our little escapade on graduation night was still fresh in my memory when I made a detour one afternoon to the downtown shopping district. Jennifer worked at her dad's pizzeria and she was grinning from ear to ear when she saw me. "Hey! What a neat surprise." She stated warmly and gave me a friendly hug. Constantine's Pizzeria and Restaurant was very popular and today was no exception; there wasn't a seat to be had. Jennifer insisted that I eat at the employees' dining table in the back room. "Are you busy tonight?" she asked cautiously. "Why? What's goin on?" I inquired. "There's a free concert at Waterfront Park and my dad won't let go by myself." She said sadly. Jennifer leaned in real close and whispered in my ear. "Will you be my date tonight?" "Yeah! Sure!" I declared with a look of longing. "OK! Then we'll consider this delicious Calzone on the house." She exclaimed happily and set the piping hot dish in front of me. At 6pm I was on my way back to the pizzeria and my heart was pounding in my chest. I agreed to be Jennifer's date for the night and I had no idea what that entailed. Jennifer was waiting outside and waved enthusiastically when she saw me. She was wearing a spaghetti strap T, shorts and flip flops. "Hi!" she exclaimed in her bubbly way and gave me peck on the cheek. I was driving with my left hand on the steering wheel when she reached down and brought my right one up for a smooch. "Thanks Tara." She said affectionately and held my palm tightly against her cheek. The endearing gesture tugged on my heart strings and hot tears enveloped my eyes. At the concert we spread a tarp and blanket on the ground. No alcoholic beverages were permitted but I and many others brought wine coolers or similar libations. The bands were regional favorites and with half a dozen wine cooers circulating in our veins, we danced with abandon. I have to say that Jennifer was one talented dancer with a sexy fluid gracefulness. The last band was the folksy acoustical type and as we sat on the blanket, Jennifer took my hand in hers and held it tight. Needless to say I was stunned but I realized that she had been dead serious about the "date." Jennifer refused to let go of my hand until the concert was over and only so we could fold the blanket and tarp. As we walked to the car she took my hand and held it like a lover on a date. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I drove her home. But, inspiration in the form of an idea popped in my head and I drove to Walkers Overlook, the local lovers' lane. I parked as far away from the other cars as possible and Jennifer had a look of yearning on her face. We kissed passionately and with lustful need. My hand found its way into her shorts and I lovingly stroked her sopping wet slit. "Oh Tara!" she cried and humped my hand. Jennifer's copious juices coated my fingers and after she came like an express train, I licked the tangy fluid with delight. Suddenly, Jennifer sat up and checked her watch. "Oh Fuck! Its' past 1am!" she yelled. "Call your folks and tell them you're with me." I demanded. Jennifer did as she was told and when we arrived at her home, I apologized to her parents' for the lateness. My suggestion worked and they were relieved that she was safe and sound. The next morning I was preparing for a summer job interview when my cell phone text message alert sounded. It was Jennifer. With the limited amount of time before my interview, I decided to call. "Hi Tara! Can you spare some time for me this morning" she stated in her effervescent way. "I have an interview and I probably won't be back before noon." I said with regret. "Gosh, I have to work the lunch shift at the pizzeria." She replied sadly. "I'm not busy tonight. Come over about seven." I said doggedly. "Ok, great!" Jennifer said in her lively way. "Stay overnight if you like." I hinted shamelessly. "I'd love too!" she declared with enthusiasm. Promptly at seven the doorbell alerted me to Jennifer's arrival but Lynn got to the door first. "Yo girlfriend! Wassup?" Lynn asked a sheepish looking Jennifer. But, Jennifer was one cool customer. "I was cruising past on my way to the mall and decided to say hello." She said convincingly. Jennifer strolled into the kitchen and gave a "whew" sign with her hand passing over her forehead. Lynn was late for a date and flew out the door amid goodbyes. Jennifer sat across from me and held my hand in the same loving manner as last night. My heart was all atwitter from her display of affection. I was having romantic feelings for the Greek vixen and I was completely unnerved. "How bout a swim?" I asked eagerly trying to offset the mood. "I don't have my bikini." She stated with an anxious look on her very pretty face. "My folks are at the seashore for the weekend so, who needs one!" I stated boldly. The long shadows of evening stretched across the lawn as Jennifer and I shed our clothes in the sun porch. "Jeronimo!" Jennifer yelled and dove butt naked into the deep end. I quickly followed suit and we swam laps with languorous ease. Jennifer was floating on her back when I dove under and pinched her cute rear. "You little brat! She declared and chased me from one end of the pool to the other. Finally, I jumped on her back and held on with my arms around her neck. As Jennifer slowly waded around the pool, I dropped my hands to her chest and fondled her firm breasts. Her nipples elongated and tightened from my touch as my slick pussy humped her back. With our passion rising to nuclear hot levels, we exited the pool and raced to my bedroom. Jennifer was standing in the room with her hands folded and hiding her sex. She had a shy expression on her face. "I wish I was clean shaven like you." She stated bashfully and pointed to my bald box. Without saying a word I took Jennifer's hand and led her into my bathroom. She sat on the small vanity and spread wide. I thought the dark brown pubes were a turn on but if Jennifer wanted a hairless crotch, then so be it! Carefully I scraped the tender area clean with a new razor and rinsed with warm water. With her newly shaven pussy glistening with water and her juices, I took a long flat tongued lick up her soaked slit. "Oh Tara!" She moaned. Jennifer's muscular buns fit in the palms of my hands as I drew her dripping snatch closer. Gently, I lapped the moist fleshy folds and drilled a finger into her drooling hole. The pungent aroma and tart taste were intoxicating as I sucked her creamy girl cum down my eager throat. Never before had I experienced hot sexual yearning of this magnitude for someone. With a ravenous appetite, I devoured her soaking wet pussy. "Oh Tara! Oh God!" She howled with fervor. Even with my mind totally focused on Jennifer's magnificent gash, I heard a car door slam and voices. I jumped off the bed. "Oh my God! It's Lynn!" I shrieked. Jennifer raced into the shower and I quickly put on a sports bra and shorts. "Oh shit! Our clothes are down by the pool." I declared loudly. Too frightened to move, I listened with every fiber of my being for the back door to open. But, it never did. Stealthily, I crept to the window and saw Lynn with a guy I didn't recognize, making out like two sex fiends on a pool lounger. Jennifer finished her shower and was standing next to me when she gasped. "Who's that?" I inquired. "That's Barry Carver with Lynn." She stated with surprise. Jennifer was staring intently at the two figures on the lounger. "He's kind of a geek but a cute geek." She said with first hand knowledge. From our vantage point we had a clear view of the action. Lynn was pawing at Barry's belt buckle and sure enough down went his blue jeans. "Wow! Barry's packin some meat." I stated in an admiring voice. The boy had a very impressive boner. Lynn was eyeing his trouser snake with a look of pure lust. "Look at Lynn go!" Jennifer commented with awe in her voice. Lynn's head was flying up and down the length of Barry's cock. Faintly, we could hear his moans and groans. With rapt attention, we watched my sister give Barry the blow job of a lifetime. "Yuck, I think she's swallowing his cum." Jennifer declared with disgust and turned away. I had blown a few guys in high school and disliked the taste of sperm. Lynn's mouth was milking his big rod for any remaining drops of semen and I had to admit, I found the situation very erotic. The next morning, I was helping Jennifer tidy up the spare bedroom and her pensive mood caught me off guard. "Is something wrong?" I inquired. "No. I was hoping, oh, just forget it." She said wistfully. Jennifer's demeanor was completely out of character. I took her hands in mine and looked into her troubled eyes. "What's bothering you? You can tell me." I asked with tenderness. "I was hoping we could talk about...but, I...ah...oh what's the use!" She stated with frustration "Jennifer, whatever it is, please tell me." I pleaded. Jennifer's eyes were rimmed with tears and she tried to look away but my gaze held her. "I think I'm falling in love with you." She said in a soft voice and buried her head against my neck. Jennifer's declaration staggered me and my heart erupted with emotion. "You're not mad?" She asked in a shy and tentative voice. "Jennifer!" I cried and as hot tears shrouded my eyes, I kissed her with unrestrained ardor. I wanted to make love to her in the worst way but with Lynn's room across the hall, I had to be patient. "When can I see you again?" she asked in a timid voice. My summer job at the mall started the next day and with my sister and parents around it created an intimacy problem. I got another brainstorm. "My folks aren't going to the beach house next weekend. Want to go with me?" I inquired with eagerness. "Uh huh." She replied very shyly. There was only one problem with my "brilliant" idea; Lynn. For once fate was in my corner. Lynn was attending an overnight graduation party at her friend Sherry's home. Because of my excellent track record as a very responsible daughter, my parents' had no problem with my seashore venture. I spent the days in restless anticipation of the weekend. With conflicting work schedules, I saw precious little of Jennifer. By Thursday, I missed her so much that I drove downtown to the pizzeria. When she saw me her eyes lit up. "Hey you!" she crowed. Jennifer had to retrieve some lettuce from cold storage and forcibly dragged me with her. As soon as we were inside the door, she kissed me with uninhibited zeal. I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. I could barely concentrate on my job that afternoon and my boss caught me daydreaming several times. When I saw Jennifer waiting outside the pizzeria for me, she took my breath away. With her French braided hair, tiny bikini top and very short shorts, she resembled a mythical sea goddess. Let It Rain Jennifer gave me a buss on the cheek and squeezed my free hand. Her eyes were filled with emotion and dare I say, love. She held my right hand for the entire two hour drive to the beach house and chattered away with the familiarity of friendship. "Holy Shit!" Jennifer declared when I parked at our destination. The house was impressive with an unobstructed view of the ocean. The afternoon sun was on the wane and we changed in record time. With our scantily clad bodies oiled and shiny, we soaked up the sun until it was low on the horizon. While I wanted to eat dinner at Reed's Crab Shack, Jennifer insisted on using her tip money to buy and cook a seafood meal. The fact that she could cook was a revelation of sorts. I found the simple task of boiling water for tea, a challenge. As Jennifer shopped at the Circle Super Market, I was bowled over by her food knowledge expertise. She chose four small lobsters instead of two and explained that bigger is not always better. She poked, prodded and squeezed the fruits and vegetables before she judged them fit for purchase. In the kitchen, she prepared the food with a Martha Stewart like flair. "Where did you learn to cook?" I questioned with wonder in my voice. "My Dad's restaurant silly." She stated with admonishing good humor. As I set the table, I asked Jennifer about the proper placement of silverware, napkins and glasses. She chuckled but explained exactly where each item was to be placed. Jennifer was a skillful cook. The broiled lobster was delectable and required no butter. The oven roasted new potatoes were a pure delight with crispy seasoned skin and fluffy tender insides. A salad of baby greens, glazed pecans, feta cheese and raspberry vinaigrette was indescribably good. For dessert, the piece de resistance, fresh fruit with Cointreau and a light whipped topping. I found a bottle of vintage Port and we drank several glasses to round out the dining experience. Jennifer was itching to go on rides at the boardwalk and off we went. Although I've never been an amusement ride aficionado, I went on the Tilt a Whirl, Whip, Wild Mouse, Roller Coaster and just about anything she wanted to ride. We laughed and smiled like two kids. As we walked up the cool windy boardwalk, Jennifer took my arm and snuggled close. Her displays of affection made my heart go pitter patter and for the first time in my young life, I knew I was falling in love. Inside the warm beach house, Jennifer went to change clothes and I found some beer in the refrigerator. We toasted to a wonderful evening together and cuddled on the sofa. As I nuzzled Jennifer's neck, the smell of her perfume permeated my nose. Gently, I kissed the supple flesh and my hands roved over her lithe form. The silky pajamas she chose to wear elegantly complimented her body. We were content to lightly kiss one another and cuddle. I reveled in the exquisite sensation of closeness to the wondrous creature in my arms. "Jennifer?" I said breathlessly. "Yes?" she replied in a sexy voice and grazed her lips along my cheek. "I think I'm falling for you." I stated dreamily. "I know." She answered without a hint of conceit. That was first night that I made love to another person. I had previous sexual encounters but this was love, pure and unadulterated. We spooned and held each other tight; afraid to let go. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned her pajama top and kissed her lush nipples. As I lightly sucked, the delicate buds crinkled and tightened. Jennifer supported my head as I focused my attention on her small but luscious breasts. Her hands were gingerly running up and down my clothed body. Suddenly, she sat up wearing only the PJ bottoms, her chest thrust proudly forward and smiling sexily. "What's wrong with this picture? I'm practically naked and you're fully clothed!" she declared naughtily. "Stand up please." She demanded nicely. Jennifer took her sweet time in removing one article of clothing at a time. I stood naked before her and felt a little shy as she gaped at me. "That's better." She cooed, appraising my slender but fit form. Jennifer stood up, wiggled her tight butt and stripped the bottoms down her long legs and off. Naked as the day we were born, we walked hand in hand to my bedroom. When Jennifer reclined on the bed, I made a bee line for her bald crotch but she stopped me. Then, I saw the white string hanging down at the bottom of her slit. Jennifer saw my disappointed reaction and got up on all fours with her muscular ass swaying in the air. "Salad tossing time!" she exclaimed and jiggled her butt in my face. I buried my head in Jennifer's butt cheeks and tongued her tight little cluster. She made me lay under her with her ass over my face and as I serviced her butt hole, she licked my soggy slit. Good God! Jennifer was a pussy eating diva. She sucked and slurped my snatch until I came with atomic bomb blast force. I lay back on the bed exhausted from her assault on my pussy. "Oh! That was incredible! I declared loudly. "You really mean that?" she asked innocently and unsurely. I reached up and pulled her toward me for a mouth mashing kiss. "You taste like butt." She giggled. "You taste like pussy" I countered in a laughing voice. Unexpectedly, I caught the lyrics of a song on the oldies station of the radio. "Let it rain, let it rain, let your love rain down on me..." I wanted Jennifer's love to rain down on me and nothing on God's green earth would make me happier. Jennifer held me tightly and squeezed the breath out of me. She kissed me gently on the forehead and regarded me with an undeniable look of love. I nestled my face against her neck and fell fast asleep. End of Chapter One Let It Rain: Chap. Two, Coming Soon Let It Rain Ch. 02 After my extraordinary weekend with Jennifer, I realized that while I may have been in lust with a couple of girls at college, what I experienced with Jennifer was love, the real deal. When I thought about her which was frequent, my heart pounded and the most wonderful feeling surged through my body. This went way beyond mere sexual attraction. During my time at work, she dominated my thoughts. I'd picture Jennifer waiting tables at her dad's pizzeria: chestnut brown hair pulled up in a braided bun, tight white blouse and form fitting black slacks, lustrous olive skin shimmering with a light sheen of sweat from her exertions. I adored the way she'd look at me with her sparkling green eyes, a lovely smile on her very pretty face. The girl was one of the warmest most affectionate people I'd ever met or had the privilege of knowing. Her winning personality shone through and she was smart as a whip. I always thought I was a brainiac but Jennifer was my equal, probably smarter. On the days when it was impossible for us to meet, I pined for her. Although our work schedules conflicted, we managed to see each other often, even for just an hour or two. I'd gaze into her vivacious eyes and lose myself totally to the strong feelings of the moment. The kisses that we shared were full of passion and fire. Thank God that summer my folks decided not to spend much time at the seashore house. Most weekends and without too much fuss, I managed to secure the key and Jennifer was my sole invited guest. While my sister Lynn loved going to the beach, she was busy working as a lifeguard at the community pool and hanging out with her friends. Intimacy problem solved! In a way it was sad because we'd been close growing up but when I left for college we drifted apart and gradually developed separate lives. If Lynn had even the slightest inkling that something was going on between Jennifer and me, there would have been a confrontation. Not that Lynn was anti-lesbian, she would have viewed it as something I perpetrated and regarded Jennifer as innocent in the matter. It was her nature to feel that way about me. I was usually the instigator in our childhood years and led her astray on occasion. My mom punished any infraction with impunity (we were grounded for a week or two if it warranted) and while I took it stoically, Lynn detested every minute, arguing that I was the one at fault, not her. As the summer progressed, I fell deeper in love with Jennifer. By the end of July, I was head over heels. Then it started, the awful reality that we'd be separated in the fall, attending different universities. It was during an idyllic weekend at the beach house that I broached the subject and really put a damper on our mood. We were sitting in our usual spot at the shore line when I turned to Jennifer, "I'll miss you this fall..." I uttered with absolute certainty. I was thinking out loud and should have kept those thoughts to myself but at some point it was bound to come up. Jennifer's eyes filled with tears and her sad gaze twisted my heart strings. "I'll miss you too..." she whispered with a downcast face. We sat silently for a minute, staring out at the ocean. "Tara...will you come to visit me at college?" she asked in a shaky voice. "Every chance I get..." I stated with sincerity, but we both knew that wasn't going to be very often. As a Secondary Ed major, my studies took up most of my free time. Getting good grades was of the utmost importance if I wanted to have any chance of securing a teaching position. For the remainder of the afternoon, we were uncharacteristically quiet. With the sun low on the horizon, we took our customary walk to an abandoned pier, some ways up the beach. The waves slammed against the huge concrete pilings with force and at times the sound could be deafening. We sat where the sand was driest and my hand sought hers for reassurance. Jennifer looked at me with the most heartfelt expression, "I love you," she said earnestly. It was the first time Jennifer expressed her true feelings to me and I took her in my arms. "I'm in love with you too..." I whispered from deep in my heart. Jennifer pulled back and looked at me with tears rimming her lovely eyes. "You really mean that?" "I wouldn't say it if it weren't true..." I stated emphatically. "Oh Tara!" she cried and held me very tightly. Without caring who saw us, we kissed ardently, leaving us both breathless. Jennifer gave me her "take me to bed" look and we strolled back to our spot, packed up and headed to the house. Inside we showered together, sharing many intimate kisses and gropes. After a rinse, I stared at Jennifer's gorgeous wet body. She was taller than me with a sleek build that was simply breathtaking; very firm breasts, long sinewy legs, flat six pack belly and compact hard butt. Wow! A Greek Goddess in earthly form. We practically tripped over each other in our haste getting to the master bedroom. My loving Jennifer was truly hot blooded as the girl had a healthy sex drive or overdrive might be more appropriate. On many an occasion she outlasted me until I cried uncle. When I added a dildo to our repertoire, she tirelessly pumped the long cylinder into my vagina until I erupted, usually in multiples. On this particular night we were content to casually approach our love making, hugging and kissing with desire. Our feelings took center stage and she regarded me with the most affectionate expression. "I love you Tara," she breathed with passion during one break. Adoringly, I bussed her face and neck until my eyes alighted on her succulent nipples. Not only did I crave sucking her tits but she loved having them sucked. She admitted to me early on that they were very sensitive and a few times she got off just having me suckle them. I wasn't about to disappoint Jennifer and rolled a swollen bud between my lips, my tongue flicking the end delicately. She held me like a nursing child as I worshipped her breasts. "Oh god Tara...oh god that feels so good..." she crowed, and lay back pulling me on top of her. With my lips pulling insistently on a thick hard nub, I stroked her slippery sex. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." she groaned continuously. Several times I brought my fingers soaked with her juices to my lips, relishing the piquant flavor. As I gave my all, Jennifer panted in quick short breaths and instinctively I knew that she had an orgasm. I eased up and held her tight as intense feelings coursed through my body. "Hmm...you are such a good lover..." she stated, and pushed me onto my back. On cue, my thighs opened and my pussy creamed in anticipation of Jennifer's glorious mouth on me. Let me be the first to say that the girl was a pussy eating diva. With a dildo reaming my plumbing, she'd lick my clitty until I exploded. No one before her gave me as much pure physical pleasure. * During my escapades with Jennifer, I was convinced that none of my family and friends had a clue as to what was going on between us. However, my mother's facial expressions and body language indicated that she was at the very least suspicious, especially the last time I asked for the key to the beach house. "Who's going with you?" "Just Jennifer Constantine, mom...ya know another quiet girls weekend away..." and my voice trailed off unconvincingly. "I see..." she stated as if she were conducting an investigation. Jennifer and I always left the house in pristine condition; nothing was out of place, spic and span clean. The morning after I returned from the beach, I was sitting sullenly in the kitchen barely eating my breakfast when my mother's voice startled me. "Tara? I want to ask you something and...I want you to be honest with me..." her tone was serious, probing. My mom hesitated for a moment but she had my undivided attention. "Is anything going on between you and Jennifer Constantine?" "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to be coy once the initial shock from her question dissipated. My parent gave me one her patented disapproving looks. "You know darn well what I mean young lady..." she said in a measured, clear voice. Immediately, I felt sheepish and averted my gaze. My mother was very perceptive when it came to my behavior. Trying to pull the wool over her eyes was pointless. However, I was granted a short reprieve when we heard Lynn bebopping down the steps, singing one her favorite tunes. "Hey ma mere, I'm late for work..." she declared, and grabbed a piece of toast off my plate. When I didn't complain or protest, she looked at me curiously. "What's wrong? You look like you just lost your best friend..." "Nothing..." I said quietly. Lynn shrugged her shoulders and made a bee line for the door. "See ya..." she chirped, and made a hasty exit. My mother sat down across from me and her silence was an indicator that she was waiting for my response. I truly did not know what to say but my procrastination was a useless ploy. She'd get to the heart of the matter regardless of how long it took. Finally, I looked up at my mother but her eyes were compassionate not hard or judgmental at all as I expected them to be. While I'm not the overly emotional type, the tears came and I couldn't stop the flow. When I felt her arm around my shoulders, I leaned into her and bawled. "What's wrong darling? Why are you crying?" "I don't want to disappoint you..." I blubbered. "Why do you think that?" "Because mom...I'm... falling in love..." the tears rolling down my cheeks in streams. "Shh...it's ok...I had an idea but...love you say?" When I gazed at my mother, she had the kindest expression on her visage. "Yeah...I'm sure..." I fell back into her arms and she gently rubbed my back. "Well, I suspected something was going on...call it good old fashioned motherly intuition..." "Am I grounded?" I asked cautiously. "You're too old for grounding and...what would I ground you for?" "I'm sorry about this..." I uttered humbly. My mother held me tight and I felt an enormous amount of comfort in her arms. "Tara, there's no need to be sorry...try to remember that you're both very young and your feelings may change, ok?" "Thanks mom, please don't say anything to Lynn," I pleaded. "I won't discuss your personal life with your sister...it's none of her business...but, darling I have to admit...I'm surprised..." Stark feelings of remorse and shame thundered through me and I felt my damp face grow very hot. Why I found a young woman instead of a man to be infinitely more appealing to me both emotionally and sexually was a mystery to me. Later that night, I lay awake in bed with thoughts of my conversation with my mother playing over and over in my head. The mere fact that she was supportive and sympathetic pleased me endlessly. My mom was the disciplinarian in our household and not much escaped her scrutiny. An attorney by trade, she abandoned her practice to raise my sister and me at a time when most women were choosing to work outside the home. I'd describe her as the supreme stay at home mom, a genuine soccer mom. My parent was the go to person for help with anything that life threw at Lynn and me. Since we were a single income household, my dad worked a lot of hours and was accessible mainly on the weekends. But, it was my mother's influence that shaped our lives, gave us our values, our way of thinking. As the summer progressed, I kept rehashing my mother's advice. Was I ready to forsake any future liaisons with men? Did I want to have a full blown romantic association with a girl of eighteen? We'd be attending different colleges in the fall. Then what? Strange as it may seem, I didn't readily dismiss the idea of finding a boyfriend. My university was the fraternity capital of the east coast and there was always a mixer or party going on practically every night of the week. Although, I was in love with Jennifer, I wouldn't rule out dating a hot guy. The next opportunity to use the shore house was spoiled by Lynn's enthusiastic desire to go with us. Often I wondered when it would dawn on her that Jennifer and I were more than gal pals. We were packing for our weekend excursion when... "I hope you don't mind me askin' but...you and Jennifer seem to be pretty tight...ya spend a lot of time with each other..." Lynn while very intelligent lacked my mother's sense of intuition. "Yeah, I guess we just...ya know...get along really well..." My response sounded lame. "Jenn's a sweetheart...no doubt about that...shit, with her body and pretty looks she could have any guy she wanted!" my sister declared. Or, any girl, I mentally added. Lynn seemed to loose interest and resumed filling her overnight bag. While we had a great time with my sister, the lack of intimacy was killing me and my lover. Jennifer was her usual bubbly self but when Lynn wasn't looking she'd gaze at me with an expression of yearning. We went home frustrated because time was running out with only 3 weeks left to departure. On any free afternoon that I had, I drove to Constantine's Pizzeria to see Jennifer. She'd pull me into one of the cold storage units and we'd hastily kiss and hug, always fearful someone would catch us in the moment. We caught one break in mid-august when my folks decided to finally spend one weekend at the shore house before the end of the summer season. With Lynn working, it gave us ample opportunity to explore our intense desire for each other. But, it was also the time to talk about the future of our relationship and on Sunday afternoon we sat by the pool, pensively staring at the water. "Jennifer...I...ah..." the words escaped me. "I know what you're trying to say..." My mother's advice resounded in my head. We were young with so much of our lives in front of us. I wanted Jennifer to have a great college experience and not pine for me. But, who was I kidding? Myself maybe; Christ, I'd miss her so much it would hurt. Jennifer gazed at me with a soulful look that burrowed into my soul. "Tara...all I know is that...I love you...now, this very minute..." I embraced my Greek goddess passionately. "I love you too...it's just that with four years of college and maybe graduate school...your feelings might change..." Jennifer's very hurt expression immediately brought tears to my eyes. "I'm sorry...my mother...oh shit!" I exclaimed. "Your mom knows about us? She asked in a shocked voice. "Yes," was my one word whispered answer, and I hung my head shamefully. "How?" "She figured it out, don't ask me how but she did!" I stated dramatically. "Jesus Tara...was she pissed?" "Nah, very understanding...it really threw me for a loop," Jennifer gaped at me with eyes wide as saucers. "It's no biggie...Lynn suspects nothing, she thinks you and me are just good friends..." Jennifer noticeably relaxed but her face still expressed some trepidation. "Look...I feel the same about you...I love you," my tone was tender, I took my lover in my arms and kissed her with deep, unbridled passion. If our love was meant to endure then it would. Jennifer's nipples poked at the front of her bikini top, begging for some attention. But, when I tried to palm them she stopped me. "What's wrong?" I asked in a confused voice. "Promise me something Tara...if the day comes when you don't feel the same way about me...you'll have the courage to tell me...promise?" "I promise," I answered gloomily, and silently prayed that the day would never come. The tears came again and Jennifer seeing my reaction held me very close, stroking my hair. The comfort of her arms was enormously satisfying and I pulled her lips to mine for some soulful kissing. We adjourned to my bedroom for privacy and soon lust took over. Bikini tops and bottoms went flying and I suckled her juicy nipples until they were swollen and reddish purple. "God Tara...you love sucking tits!" she panted out of breath. "Just your tits!" I exulted, and my Greek beauty attacked me, positioning me for a sixty-nine pussy munching fest. To my absolute delight, Jennifer let her pubic hair grow out and I adored the lustrous feel of her downy coat on my cheeks. When I look back now, I realize how incredibly in-tune we were with each others needs and desires. Jennifer's skills as a lover far exceeded my expectations and when one considers that she was only eighteen at the time, downright remarkable. * The remaining days of August grew increasingly hectic. Lynn was starting her freshman year at a university on the west coast. While I helped her pack boxes, I was overly moody. "Hey sis, somethin' buggin' you?" My sister enquired. "Nah...it's just that..." I stammered. Hot tears crept into my eyes. Our lives were changing. "Yo girl...this isn't like you to be so emotional." "I know but...we won't see each other until Christmas break..." I said sadly. Lynn took me in her arms and hugged me tenderly. But, it wasn't just my sibling's absence that I felt. Thoughts of Jennifer were never far from my conscious mind. The night before Jennifer left for college the only place we could go for some privacy was Walker's Overlook. Saying goodbye to her was heartbreaking. "Oh Tara...I can't believe I won't see you tomorrow or the next day..." my lover cried soulfully. We held each other for the longest time, spooning and nuzzling until it was late and time to leave. When I dropped Jennifer at home, my heart sank like a stone. "Bye...love you..." she whispered. I held my Greek vixen and kissed her cheek. "Love you too..." I replied with tears falling down my face. I watched Jennifer walk up the driveway with a huge lump in my throat. As I drove home in a state of despair I couldn't help but think that trying to have a long distance romance would be foolhardy, perhaps pointless. But, I loved her, I knew with all my heart and soul. * My first few weeks at school were hectic but Jennifer and I kept in touch daily. Judging by the tone of her emails, she was having no trouble adjusting to campus life. I was sharing an apartment with two of my closest friends and I was glad to be away from the hectic life in the dorms. Over winter break, Jennifer and I re-connected. My mother allowed me use of the beach house and we took advantage of the seclusion. Our first night together we spent a long time kissing and cuddling on the sofa. The look of love in Jennifer's eyes made my heart flutter like mad. After a particularly soulful kiss, she gazed at me with tears rimming her green eyes. "...still love me..." she asked nervously. "Oh yeah!" I crowed and held my lover very tightly, kissing her with deep passion. I pulled a thick comforter over top of us and slowly stripped my hot girlfriend. The sight of her naked body had my privates tingly and damp in record time. "Jennifer, you have a beautiful body..." I declared. The lovely girl blushed and slowly took my clothes off. "You're not so bad yourself..." she stated admiringly. In my limited spare time, I worked out at the campus gym with a high degree of intensity. I'd actually achieved a leaner more hardbodied look. Jennifer my playful Greek minx wanted to wrestle so we squared off butt naked on the living room rug. Lord knows I tried my hardest but my lover was stronger and pinned me twice before I gave up. Our exertions left us breathless and I wanted her; I wanted her like no one else in my young life. The state of sexual bliss I achieved with Jennifer was beyond words. There was an incredible emotional and physical satisfaction that encompassed my entire being. Many times I was content to just kiss and hug my lover. The feel of her arms around me was indescribable. Let It Rain Ch. 02 My junior year at college passed without any angst as my relationship with Jennifer deepened, despite the distance. I was in love and my heart sang when we were together. But, trouble was on the horizon in the form of a beautiful English maiden. * When I returned to college for my senior year, my education department counselor asked if I'd be interested in mentoring a foreign exchange student. While I had plenty to keep me busy, I accepted. Maybe, just maybe it would distract me from thinking about Jennifer constantly. Lindy was an exchange student from England and except for Jennifer, one of the hottest young women I ever laid eyes on. A blond haired, blue eyed beauty of twenty, the girl oozed sexuality from her pores. As Lindy's mentor, I was responsible for showing her the ropes. Just getting from class to class was a challenge for a newbie, even with a campus map. Whereas Jennifer was outgoing, warm and effusive, Lindy was innocent, reserved and shy. A head turner when she walked around campus, she appeared to be unaffected by the attention. I was captivated early on and rebuked myself for desiring to see her nude. Since we shared several classes together, the close proximity to Lindy was heating my loins to nuclear levels. Much to my dismay, I masturbated one night imagining I was devouring Lindy. Afterwards, I felt like I had betrayed Jennifer. Not for a minute did I question her loyalty to me and yet I knew if the situation for intimate contact with Lindy presented itself, I'd be powerless to refuse. A week before mid-terms, Lindy and I decided to hit the books together for our Sociology class. It was my last general academic requirement and I had put little effort into studying. My quiz scores hovered around a "B" and I wanted to ace the mid-term. Before we started, I offered Lindy a beer. "Yeah, that'd be nice..." When I returned with the bottle of suds Lindy was looking through a photo album that I had mistakenly left on my dresser. It contained pictures of Jennifer. "She's lovely," Lindy stated, pointing at one of Jennifer on the beach in her bikini. "Yeah, she's a dear friend..." Lindy regarded me with a fair amount of skepticism and I instantly felt sheepish. Does she know? I pondered. Although none of the photos were of an intimate nature, Jennifer was the only subject. "Do you mind if I look?" she asked very politely "Not at all," Lindy continued perusing the photos and I stood dumbly by waiting for her to lose interest. She was enthralled and looked through every page. We'd known each other for about a month and to say we got on famously was an understatement but I wasn't prepared for the conversation that followed. "Tara, may I ask a personal question?" "Yeah, ask away," "Have you been with...I don't quite know how to put this...ever gotten into a girl's knickers?" I hesitated until I translated knickers to mean panties. Oh sweet Jesus, I think I blushed every shade of red known to mankind. Lindy had her answer. "Yes," I answered very quietly. "Is the girl in the photo's your...ah...girlfriend?" So much for the wide eyed, innocent girl from Britain. The girl had more savvy than she let on, much more. "Yeah," I answered with my head down. "You two exclusive?" she asked with her charming accent. Truth was Jennifer and I never talked about it but it was certainly implied. "No, not really," I lied, and immediately regretted my words. My answer seemed to intrigue Lindy because she got a devilish gleam in her eyes. "Can we chat, girl to girl?" she asked with a conspiratorial expression. I was more than mystified but curious as hell. "I've wondered what it would be like for the longest time..." "What?" "What it would be like...to be with a girl..." she whispered. Lindy's words sent a shock wave of adrenaline through my body. My resolve to stay faithful to Jennifer was wilting fast. We sat on my bed and talked. Lindy related her limited experience with the opposite sex and while she admitted that she wasn't a virgin from the tenor of her words I gathered that she was turned-off by men. At first, I found it hard to believe that someone with her very pretty looks would have a hard time hooking-up with another girl. But, the more Lindy revealed, I realized that she was too shy and too restricted by her surroundings do anything about it. She had to travel 3000 miles to a different country to get up enough nerve to express her feelings. "I live in a small village about an hour north of London...everybody knows each other and news gets around...my mum and dad would never understand...they're very religious, go to church every Sunday...I had my chances at University but I couldn't go through with it..." Lindy's pensive look was very appealing. Her long blonde hair was corded in a French braid, creamy pale complexion, slender sexy body; the girl was one delectable morsel. But, I didn't think it was the time or place to try anything. I wanted her first experience to be memorable and set a plan in motion to seduce the British hottie. I doubted that she'd be much of a challenge. We studied until Lindy had to leave for her last class of the day. As she was going out the door, I proposed a girl's night out and she readily accepted my offer. On Friday evening we traveled the frat circuit of parties, imbibing to our hearts content. Lindy got hit on a few times but shrugged off the advances. By mid-night we were both feeling no pain and stopped at the Campus Diner for a bite to eat. American food intrigued her, especially Philly style cheese steaks. As we ate I noticed a glint in Lindy's eyes; the same glint that Jennifer got and my other female conquests. Her glances were searing yet coy. Maybe it's the alcohol talking, I mused but there was little doubt in my mind that I'd be exploring her body before long. During the long walk back to my apartment, I had an intense internal debate with myself. I loved Jennifer, why am I doing this? I questioned. I truly liked Lindy, even cared for her but I had no loving feelings for her. I remembered reading some psycho babble about a girl's need for an emotional connection but not in my case. I had the hots for Lindy! As I closed the door to my bedroom, Lindy gazed at me with a smoldering expression and I took her in my arms. Her passionate demeanor ignited my libido and we kissed with enthusiasm. For not having any experience with women, the girl gave her all. My last smidgen of resolve crumbled as Lindy's tongue continuously invaded my mouth. Still standing in the middle of the room, I maneuvered her over to my bed and managed to take most of her clothing off as we made out like two horny teens. Holding her firmly, I licked the fragrant skin of her throat and squeezed the bra covered mounds on her chest, eliciting groans of pleasure. With my hands and mouth occupied, Lindy reached around back and undid her sheer brassiere. My first glimpse of her tits made me gasp; exceedingly firm "B" cup breasts topped with long pink pencil eraser nipples. I nursed Lindy's tits like a starving child. With endless hunger I mouthed, rolled and lashed the stubby ends. My ferocious assault left the pink beauties puffy and red. Hastily, I removed Lindy's panties. The swollen lips of her mouthwatering slice were covered with silky blonde curls but well groomed at the sides. Little drops of moisture clung to the hairs and she spread her legs wide anticipating the joining of my mouth and her hot pussy. I grasped her incredibly firm butt and devoured her. My tongue burrowed into her soaking wet folds with impassioned zeal and I greedily sucked the fluids from Lindy's gasping hole. I ate and ate and ate until she bellowed her approval, "Oh God..." she wailed over and over. Rapidly, I flicked my tongue over Lindy's clit, circling and teasing until it swelled and peaked out from the hood. Lindy's eyes were riveted on me as I feasted on her scrumptious pussy; her flavorful, tangy juices ran like tiny rivers into my gulping mouth. Lindy threw her legs over my shoulders and ground her heaving, soggy gash on my gobbling mouth. I whipped her clit with light, fast lashes and watched as she threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning wildly. Lindy erupted like Mount Saint Helen's and it took every ounce of my strength to hold on to her. But, I wasn't done with her just yet... Still grasping her derriere, I looked at the rose bud nestled between the cheeks and was drawn to it. I maneuvered myself until I was within licking distance and delicately swabbed the sensitive flesh. Lindy's body stiffened in response. With unyielding desire, I stabbed my tongue into the center as my fingers worked her slit into a foaming mess of fluids. Like a bitch in heat, I lapped the tight ring with explosive results Lindy's groans, grunts, ahs and moans slowly reached a crescendo. "Oh God...that's fantastic... OH! OH!" She cried out and thrashed on the bed. With a banshee like wail, she climaxed with ferocity that I felt privileged to witness. "Wow Tara! That was...incredible!" she brayed. My chin dripped with her juices and she licked some of the excess. Her face lit up. "Umm...now I want to taste you!" She declared, and was pulling my top over my head. Lindy made up for lost time as intense sensations savaged my body and pulsed into my pussy. The girl was a novice but instinctively knew what to do. She didn't need much direction and sucked my pussy into submission. Several orgasms later, I cried "uncle". After my encounter with Lindy I felt like a cheap, cheating whore. Why did I do it? I kept asking myself. But, Lindy was just getting started and was determined to delve into that part of her sexuality. I was the conduit and she aggressively pursued her desires. After I introduced my vibrator and dildo, Lindy swore off men forever. "No lad I've met can come close!" she crowed, staring with admiration at my dildo coated with her creamy juices. The night before the start of winter break, we were lying on my bed stark naked. In spite of the chill in the room, Lindy was prying my legs apart. Her hunger for pussy, mine in particular, amazed me. In between slurps of my crease, the British hottie gazed up at me, "I'm going to miss this," she stated with a forlorn look. Lindy was spending the holidays with the other international students on campus in a special dorm set up just for the occasion. I would have invited her to spend the time with me but I was dying to see Jennifer. I truly missed her. Over break, Jennifer came down with a serious case of the flu and was bedridden for two weeks. I visited her every day without any concern for my health and played the visiting nurse, applying cold towels to her head, bringing her soup, tea and anything she wanted. We hugged and kissed but there was zero chance for intimacy. While I never planned on deceiving Jennifer, I deftly hid my infidelity behind a phony mask of good humor. Jennifer was barely well enough to return to college at the appointed time. As usual we communicated daily and the tenor of her emails was warm and loving. God, it just intensified my guilty feelings but as soon as I saw Lindy... My final college semester, Lindy and I were joined at the hip but my half-hearted attempts to avoid sex failed miserably as my face was buried betwixt her thighs and vice-versa. We explored each others bodies with unrivaled ardor. However, mid-way through term I noticed a change in Lindy's attitude. She was spending less time with me and sex became sporadic. Gradually, I started to grasp that her bi-curious exploration must have included someone new. We were studying for a Senior English exam when the truth finally revealed itself. Lindy's cell phone interrupted the silence and when she answered, her face assumed a coy expression. I knew right away. Just her gestures and demeanor were a dead give-away. Her conversation was purposely muffled and brief but it left little doubt that she was meeting someone that evening. "...so who's your friend?" I asked. Lindy blushed. "Tracy H..." she answered. Tracy was an All-American Volleyball player and star of the university team. Blonde, tall and lean with sharply defined muscles, the girl was hotter that hot. Good choice, I mentally observed. For the remainder of the semester, Lindy and I were good friends but our sex-capades ended that day. She returned to England a couple of days before I graduated and we parted as the best of friends. Although I had betrayed my Jennifer, I counted my liaison with Lindy as unforgettable. * With college graduation a memory, I managed to find a small efficiency apartment in the older section of town. While I enjoyed the easy life at my parent's home, I had the burning desire to be out on my own. However, as a novice substitute teacher, a steady income became a problem since school wouldn't be in session for another ten weeks. In a moment of inspiration, I asked Jennifer's father if he needed any waitress help at the pizzeria. He jumped at my offer. I guess good help is hard to find. In my mind, the proximity to Jennifer's family and the privacy of the apartment would draw us closer together. My infidelity with Lindy still weighed heavily on my psyche and while I never confessed my affair, a woman has a sixth sense about these things. The signs are subtle but readable and the longer I carried the guilt the more of a difficult burden it became. If Jennifer and I were going to take the next step in our relationship, then a full confession on my part was necessary. Many times I thought of telling Jennifer but always chickened out at the last minute. And, I'm sure she was aware that I was holding something back. In our private moments when my thoughts betrayed me, I was overly moody. "Hey Tara, you ok?" she'd ask "Yeah, I'm fine..." Why I wasn't content to just let the matter drop and not say anything, I can't say for sure. But, my silence was as much an admission of guilt. Jennifer possessed the same intuitive knack as my mother and read my feelings without any difficulty. "Tara did something happen at college yer not telling me..." Jennifer's tone of voice and demeanor were suspicious but cautious. I hung my head in absolute shame. As much as I wanted to lie and shunt my infidelity to the background, I simply could not. "Jennifer...I..." the tears came and in no time, I was bawling. The look of hurt on Jennifer's face cut me to my core. I wanted to tell her it was lust and nothing else that I had no emotional feelings for Lindy. And, that was the truth. "Please Jennifer...I love you...I'm sorry..." my cheeks were sodden by now and I wanted her to hold me and tell me everything was ok. Before I could say another word, Jennifer walked out of the apartment and I thought at the time, my life. For the rest of the night, I cried my heart out. I'd hurt someone that I cared about very deeply and loved with all my heart. The next day, I silently vowed to reconcile with Jennifer but, it wasn't going to be easy. Every time I called her cell phone, I got her message center. I pleaded with her to call me and apologized profusely. My cell was silent for the rest of the week and with each passing day the more miserable I felt. Because I made a commitment to Jennifer's father to work at the pizzeria, I reported for work on Saturday. Of course Jennifer was there working her usual shift. Lord Almighty did I get the cold shoulder from her as a look of utter disdain graced her otherwise beautiful face. Not one word passed between us and by the end of the night I was sniffing back tears. Just before closing, I forgot to pick-up an order in the kitchen for a take-out customer and Jennifer yelled at me. It was the first time she'd spoken to me since she walked out of the apartment. "Whose order is this!?" she stated loudly, looking straight at me with a fiery expression. "Mine..." I mumbled, and oh god, the tears flooded my eyes. Blubbering like an idiot, I handed my customer his order and received a five dollar tip. He had the most sympathetic look on his face and I'm sure he felt sorry for me. With my head down, I walked into the backroom and plopped in a chair. I found some tissues in my pants pocket and dabbed my leaking eyes. A shadow crossed the floor and stood in front of me. "Why are you sitting there...yer not done yet...it's time to clean-up and restock..." a very angry Jennifer admonished me. When I got up and gazed at Jennifer through a thick blur of tears, her expression softened. I was dying to feel her arms around me and she leaned toward me... "We'll talk after closing...ok?" she whispered. All I could do was nod my head in acceptance because I had the awful feeling that it was over between us. In silence, I finished my work shift and stood next to the rear door waiting for Jennifer. The other employee's left one by one casting questioning glances at me. Most looked stunned as Jennifer's behavior must have been perplexing to them. The most terrible thoughts ran through my head; how was I going to live without her? Why did I let my lust for Lindy ruin my relationship with Jennifer? I contemplated a very lonely existence without her in my life and wept into a hanky I retrieved from my purse. The lights in the main part of the restaurant were extinguished and Jennifer walked into the work area with a petulant expression on her visage. I shifted my gaze to the floor dreading the outcome of our tete-a-tete. The fluorescent lights in that confined space cast an eerie glow as the whirring and hum of the cold storage electric motors filled my ears. With my arms folded in front I was practically hugging myself when I felt Jennifer's hand on my shoulder. "I should punish you a lot more but...I can't..." I looked up at Jennifer's sad eyes and burst into tears. Immediately, her arms encircled me and I rested my sobbing head on her shoulder. In her embrace, I found the comfort that I had come to know and cherished. "I'm sorry...I love you..." I wailed. In hindsight, I find it strange that I never directly confessed to anything yet Jennifer was keenly aware of my unfaithfulness. Tenderly, she rubbed my back. "...don't cry my love...I still love you..." she said in the kindest voice I ever heard. It took some time but I regained my composure when I realized that she wasn't breaking up with me. Jennifer pulled me tight against her body and kissed me ardently, a mouth on mouth crush that sent me into orbit. "Oh Jennifer...I love you so..." I breathed huskily. I never wanted to let go of her and kept kissing her face, cheeks and forehead affectionately. "I want you..." I pleaded lustily. Jennifer gazed at me admonishingly. "Hmm...I should make you wait...maybe for a week or two..." she expressed. My frowning face delighted her and she smiled with the most heartfelt expression. But, surprisingly some of her anger returned. "I should be very mad at you Tara...I've been totally faithful..." "I'm so sorry Jennifer...please, please accept my apology..." "I accept but..." her voice trailed off. On the ride to my apartment, Jennifer's pensive expression made my heart pang with remorse. Although she had forgiven me, I had hurt her in the worst possible way. I took her warm hand and held it to my cheek. "Am I in your good graces again?" I asked with trepidation. "Yes," she sighed very deeply. For the rest of the journey, the silence was deafening. Jennifer appeared to be mulling something over in her head. When we were inside, I found out what she had in store for me. Except for kissing and cuddling, no sex until she was satisfied that I learned my lesson. Let It Rain Ch. 02 "...we might not have sex the entire summer..." I stared at Jennifer in disbelief. "You really mean that?" I asked like a child. "Oh yeah...I want you to beg for it and when I'm ready...I'll give in..." her succinct tone and demeanor meant that she was totally serious. A shift in the dynamics of our relationship became blatantly obvious to me. In the two years since we'd become lovers, Jennifer had matured considerably. While she was the same warm, bubbly woman I'd grown to love dearly, her strength of character shown through. "...I've been totally faithful..." her words rang in my head and reddened my cheeks with shame. Jennifer was true to her word. That night she held me fully clothed and while she kissed me, my hand was pushed away several times when I tried to fondle her breasts. By now her folks were used to Jennifer spending the night with me, either at the shore house or at my parent's. But, Jennifer demanded that I take her home and I complied with her wishes. I must have had the most forlorn look on my face. Jennifer hugged me forcefully before she exited my car. "Love you," she uttered affectionately. Before I had a chance to respond, she opened the door and sprinted up the driveway. I descended into misery, my mind consumed with fear that I might never enjoy the carnal pleasures of the flesh with her again. With school on summer break, I worked long hours and in close proximity to Jennifer at her father's restaurant. It was sheer torture as my craving for her grew daily. The closeness that we shared was still there but I was dying to get into her pants and the girl wasn't budging one iota. A month went by before I noticed that Jennifer might be weakening. One sultry July evening in my apartment... "Umm...that feels nice..." she purred as my hands delicately palmed her firm mounds. But, when I tried to lift her flimsy T shirt, Jennifer stopped me. My hunger for her tits had grown to colossal proportions and staring at her jutting nipples as they poked mightily against the sheer fabric made my mouth water like one of Pavlov's dogs. Jennifer's face carried an expression of sympathy but also steely resolve. She wagged a finger at me. "No, no, no..." she said in a sing-song voice. "Please Jennifer...." I whined. Jesus, I'm begging, my mind screamed in silence. "Hmm...not just yet," she replied, and my heart sank. I must have had a very defeated look on my face. "Why so sad?" Jennifer held my chin with her thumb and forefinger, gazing directly into my moistening eyes. "...because I really effed up...I love you Jennifer...but I was weak and stupid and let my lust get the better of me..." I sighed dejectedly. I averted my eyes because the truth was simply too painful. "Yeah, you screwed up but I forgive you..." her words were soft, soothing. Jennifer's arms encircled me and I held her with all my strength. "I want you Jennifer...I want you so badly..." "I know you do my love..." At that moment I realized that I belonged in Jennifer's arms, that I was hers no matter the outcome. Surprisingly, she shed her top and allowed me to fondle her luscious breasts. "Oh...oh...oh..." she moaned appreciatively. With her hand on the back of my head, Jennifer guided my drooling mouth to her rigid nipples. I can't recall another time when I so enormously enjoyed the pure act of suckling a girls tits. By the time my craving was sated, my lover was breathless and panting. When I sat up with a satisfied expression on my face, Jennifer leaned back, stripped her shorts and panties in one swift maneuver and swirled her long fingers in her dripping slit. "Watch me baby...watch me cum..." she groaned Quickly I shoved a hand into my panties and fingered my soggy slice like a mad woman, strumming my clit in fast circling motions. Just like the Beatles song, "Come Together", we both blasted off at the same. "Oh God! I'm cumming!!" my lover screamed. Jennifer threw her head back as her body undulated and shook. I did likewise. When we both calmed down, I threw my arms around her and playfully nuzzled her neck. Our mutual masturbation was a first for us and I immensely enjoyed the experience. My heart was bursting with emotion. "I love you Jennifer...so, so much..." I whispered passionately. "I love you too, with all my heart," she declared. For the rest of the night we held each other, kissing and cuddling. My exile from intimacy was nearing the end. In a very short period of time, my relationship with Jennifer resumed its heated pace. The following night I begged for sex and she gave in. "I want you my love, no more torture...," she exclaimed, and attacked me. Our lovemaking was sweaty, impassioned and made my heart throb with intense feelings for the Greek hottie in my arms. Afterwards, I felt wistful, contemplative and Jennifer picked up on my mood immediately. "Penny for yer thoughts?" Jennifer was stark naked, sitting crossed legged on the bed. Her long, lustrous brown hair cascaded past her shoulders, eyes twinkling with mirth. I marveled at her exotic beauty; an extraordinary young woman with the brains and talent to be just about anything that she wanted to be in life. "I was just thinking..." "What about?" she asked. "About us..." Jennifer regarded me curiously. "What about us?" she enquired nervously. I was unsure of how to put my feelings into words but I let my heart be my guide. "Jennifer would you...would it be possible..." I was tongue tied. "Come on girl...what's on yer mind?" I decided to go for broke; I went "all in" as they say in Texas Hold Em. "Would you like to...ya know...live here with me this summer?" I asked with a lot of trepidation. Jennifer's face brightened with a wide grin. "Yeah...I'd really like that..." However, her brow wrinkled and Jennifer seemed to be momentarily lost in thought. Instinctively, I knew what she was thinking. What would her parents say? To my knowledge, they knew nothing of Jennifer's sexual leanings. How would my sister Lynn react? Lynn and Jennifer had been friends since grade school. Suddenly my proposal didn't seem like such a good idea. With two years of college left, Jennifer would need the support of her folks both emotionally and financially. We hashed out the logistics and feasibility of such a move for the rest of the evening. In the final analysis, we agreed that her frequent visitation was the better solution. To officially move in would create too many problems. Surprisingly, it drew us closer together. Jennifer was at my apartment nearly every night. If her mom and dad were suspicious, she never intimated as such. In all the time that I worked waiting tables at her dad's pizzeria, they never treated me any differently and were always warm and effusive with their feelings towards me. I guess we were lulled us into a false sense of security because a major confrontation with Lynn was on the horizon. * When I leased my apartment, I gave a spare key to my sister as a security measure in case I lost mine. Of course Jennifer had one as well and was free to come and go as she pleased. On several occasions, Lynn arrived unannounced, usually with Jennifer and me in bed together or in some form of intimacy. We'd quickly scramble to give the appearance of normalcy when I opened the door to let Lynn in. Each time Lynn would cast a dubious eye at us as if to say; what's going on here? It was early August on a hot, humid Sunday morning when I heard a key in the lock and the sound of a door slowly opening. Still in that half asleep, half awake state, I cuddled closer to Jennifer. But, my mind alerted me that something was wrong. Before I could react, Lynn walked into the bedroom and saw us buck naked in each others arms, a look of complete disbelief on her face. "Lynn...I can explain," I stated in a groggy voice. She disregarded my plea, turned on her heel and stormed out. I woke Jennifer and told her what had happened. "What are you going to do?" my beautiful lover asked. Jennifer looked troubled but far less affected than I though she'd be. There was an air of inevitability concerning the entire situation. My sister was certain to find out about us, it was just a matter of time. How we'd kept it from her for two year's, boggled my mind. Quickly, I threw on a top, shorts and flip-flops. "I gotta talk to her..." I mumbled. My parent's were at the shore house and I hoped that Lynn went home and not to a friends house. When I drove down our street, I saw her car in the driveway and took several deep breaths. This wasn't going to be easy! Solemnly, I walked through the back yard gate and saw her sitting by the pool. "Hey," I said very sheepishly as I neared her chair. Lynn turned away from me. "Look sis, I can explain..." before I could utter another word, my sister got up and walked into the house. I found Lynn in her bedroom and stood in the doorway, not sure of what to say. My sister gazed at me thru hooded and accusatory eyes. "Is it true?" she demanded. "Yes." was my quiet reply. Lynn shook her head in disgust and sighed very audibly. "It was mutual." I stated in a factual tone. Lynn regarded me with suspicion. "In fact sis, she was the one who suggested it." I stated emphatically. Lynn turned on her heels and left the bedroom shaking her head. I was starting to wonder if Lynn would stay put long enough for me to speak my peace and followed her downstairs to the kitchen. Again, she sat with her back to me looking out the window. "Please let me explain..." I pleaded. "Go ahead, it's a free country..." she intoned in a snotty voice. My heart did the talking. "I love her." Lynn whirled around in her seat and stared at me with cold eyes. "You what?" she yelled. "I said, I love her and...she loves me," I answered. "Now I've heard everything...my sister's in love with a girl, my friend no less..." Lynn's eyes were like two blazing hot coals. "Believe me, she's not a girl anymore. Haven't ya noticed? She's a woman." "No, I haven't noticed because I don't look at my friends...that way," she declared. Lynn shifted uneasily in her chair. "Look Lynn, you're my sister...I hoped you'd understand..." "Does anyone know about you two?" "Mom," was my one word answer. Lynn looked stunned by my revelation. "...and she never said a word to me..." Lynn mumbled to herself. "Lynn, I ah..." My sister held her hand up, stopping me in mid sentence. "I need some time to think...I can't believe..." Lynn stared at me with the same angry expression. We were getting nowhere fast and it was readily apparent that nothing would be settled anytime soon. I left and returned to my apartment. Jennifer was sitting at my small kitchen table with a mug of coffee. "Hey...how'd it go?" she asked. "Oh...Lynn's pissed...she's mad at me and I'm sure she blames me in some way..." "I'm gonna talk to her..." my lover declared with a feisty look. "Maybe...Ya know it might be better to let her cool off," I advised. "No...I'm not ashamed...I'm a lesbian...I know it with all my heart and soul...I'm in love with a woman and that woman is her sister...I can't help that, it's a fact!" She voiced with determination. I took Jennifer in my arms and kissed her; my heart beating furiously. "I'll go with you." On the ride to my parent's house, I stole loving glances at Jennifer. Since that fateful night of Lynn's graduation party, she'd grown into a remarkable young woman. I loved her, loved her with all my heart. We found a very surprised Lynn in her bedroom. "Look guys, I'm not ready for this...I need somethin' to drink" My sister sat-up hugging her knees, her gaze fixed on the wall in front of her. I raced down the stairs, found beer in the fridge then grabbed a bottle of Chivas Regal from my dad's liquor cabinet. We imbibed for the better part of an hour in total silence. Finally, Lynn turned her attention to Jennifer. "Jesus Jenn...we've known each other since what...5th grade? In that time I never...I mean...you could have..." My sister was lightly slurring her words, an indicator that the alcohol was having an effect. "Haven't ya ever wondered? What it's like? Ya know with a girl...a hot girl..." Jennifer asked. Lynn looked stunned but her expression of awe gradually softened. "Yeah...I have..." my sister admitted shamefacedly. "Anybody I know?" Jennifer enquired with a raised eyebrow. Lynn poured herself another shot, swallowed it in one gulp and followed it with a beer chaser. She could barely look at Jennifer and like a light bulb going on in my head I knew who it was... "I can't say..." "Why?" "...cause...I can't..." Lynn stated in frustration. Jennifer was giving my sister the hard once over look. "Chicken shit!" Jennifer yelled. "I am not!" Lynn bellowed in return. "Ya know what? You always were a pompous, intolerant bitch!" Jennifer exclaimed. Lynn looked steamed, really pissed off. "....just cause I never...that's not fair! Take it back!" Lynn rose to her feet with her fists balled up. "Admit it!" Jennifer shot back. Neither was ready to back down but I swear the booze had a calming effect. Lynn's body and demeanor relaxed. "Look Jenn...I don't want to fight and argue...we're friends..." "All ya have to do is say who ya had a girl crush for..." I'd always assumed that my sister didn't have a bi-curious bone in her body so her admission was a revelation of sorts. Lynn's head hung low and the barely audible words were too soft for me to hear, not Jennifer. "Who?" Jennifer asked incredulously. "You..." was Lynn's astonishing answer. End of Chapter 2 Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion! Let It Rain Ch. 03 Let It Rain: Conclusion Jennifer stared at Lynn gape jawed. The highly intuitive girl was temporarily speechless and it was readily apparent to me that she was as clueless about Lynn's feelings as I was. "...it was the summer before senior year...you were at our house swimming almost every day and...well...the way you looked at me and Tara...I just...shit, I've already said too much!" Lynn's said quietly. "No, no...go on, tell me more..." Jennifer encouraged. "Honestly, it was the only time I thought about...ya know...what it'd be like to..." Lynn stated coyly. All I could do was stand and stare at my sister as the air in the room seemed statically charged. When Jennifer tried to put her hands on Lynn's shoulders, my sister backed away. "Hey, I'm not gonna bite ya...I'm flattered," Jennifer cooed in a sexy voice. "Let's get something clear...I like guys, I like cocks...I like suckin' and fuckin'!" Lynn's raw language was strangely provocative. Jennifer had an ear to ear shit eating grin on her very pretty face. "...and I like girls...nobody's askin' ya to turn gay!" Lynn visibly relaxed and allowed Jennifer's arms to encircle her neck. "Still curious?" Jennifer asked. Lynn's eyes grew wide and she was momentarily tongue-tied. "Oh...ah...I ah..." she stammered. "You are! Admit it!" Lynn looked very uncomfortable in Jennifer's arms. "You are somethin' else girl!" Lynn was clearly perturbed. Jennifer's confrontational attitude was eroding Lynn's self-confidence. "All right, yes, I'm curious. OK? Satisfied," my sister stated sheepishly. Jennifer's face carried an expression of triumph. The night of Lynn's graduation party, she'd admitted to me that she had the hots for my sister as well as me. This could very well be Jennifer's only chance to explore the joys of Sapphic sex with my sibling. An extreme feeling of discomfort consumed me but I was intensely curious at the same time. The booze in our systems had emboldened all of us but, did I really want to have a threesome with my sister? Lynn was attired in a spaghetti strap belly shirt with print cotton pj bottoms. My sister or not, the girl was one sexy wench; short clipped blonde hair, large "D" cup boobs, slender athletic body. She was the complete package and I could see why any lesbian worth her salt would be attracted to her. Jennifer's arms were still around Lynn's neck and my sister's gaze was on the floor. She's waiting for this to happen, I silently mused. A furious debate inside me ensued; should I go or, should I stay? For the first time, I noticed that Lynn's nipples were erect, poking mightily at the front of her shirt. "It's my freakin' sister!" my sense of morality screamed in my mind. Jennifer kissed Lynn's forehead. "I think you're really going to enjoy this," Jennifer crowed. When I saw Lynn blush, it blew me away. Jennifer turned toward me with an expression of pure unadulterated lust. She pulled my sister's body closer and dropped her hands to caress Lynn's prodigious mounds. "Oh...oh...umm..." Lynn lightly moaned. The alcohol in our systems had greatly heightened everyone's libido because I couldn't imagine this happening when we were sober. Jennifer was kissing Lynn's face and neck, and it was abundantly clear that my sibling was giving in and enjoying the experience. When Jennifer pulled Lynn's shirt up far enough to expose her cannonball round tits, my pussy started creaming. Jennifer tweaked and rolled the fat lush nipples with her talented fingers, all the while licking the creamy flesh of my sister's neck. Lynn's eyes were closed and head back. I saw her knees tremble and before she lost her balance, Jennifer guided her to the bed. In the process, she took my sister's shirt off and started on the PJ bottoms. As Lynn lay back on the bed, she was clad only in her birthday suit. The sight of her boobs jutting skyward was too much for me and I joined them on the bed to Jennifer's obvious delight. My dear sister, you are in for one helluva good time, I silently mused. Somewhere in the back of mind I instinctively knew that this would be a one and done type of encounter; and, that was fine by me. The thought of having sex with my blood relative was a turn-off yet very appealing. Why? I asked myself. Why the ambivalence? By now Jennifer and Lynn were engaged in some deep soulful kisses. I gazed at my sister's full bosom and the size of her nips impressed me the most; plump baby pacifiers, they were mouth fillers. My feral instinct was in high gear and as my resistance evaporated, I lowered my mouth to a straining nipple. My God, I'm sucking my sister's teat, my mind yelled but I threw caution to the wind and nursed her lovely breasts. "Oh! Oh...oh...ugh...umm..." guttural sounds escaped Lynn's mouth and heaving chest. I alternated tongue whipping and sucking my sibling's fat distended stubs. The hard flesh between my lips was enormously satisfying and I was relentless. When I saw Jennifer's head move south of the border, I knew Lynn was in for the cunnilingus of a lifetime. With my mouth pulling contentedly on a thick nubbin, Jennifer grasped Lynn's firm butt and dug in for the feast. My sister soared into outer space. "Oh ...oh...oh..." Lynn roared Watching Jennifer's tongue lash every centimeter of Lynn's bald, moist slit was a rare treat. As I said before, the girl was a pussy eating diva. She slurped and sucked Lynn's oozing gash like a madwoman. I kept up my assault on Lynn's heaving chest, swirling my tongue around the swollen protuberances with zealous need. Now, I'd suckled a fair amount of titties in my young life but no one came close to my sister's magnificent nipples, quite extraordinary. Lynn must have been experiencing extreme sensory overload as she whipped her head from side to side and animal like sounds escaped her lips. Oh God...I'm gonna cum..." she roared, and thrashed on the bed. How Jennifer held on to Lynn, I'll never know. With her face buried in my sister's vagina, sucking sounds emanated in the room. I stopped and stared at my beautiful sibling lost in an orgasm, her hips undulating rapidly, riding Jennifer's expert tongue to paradise; a truly awesome sight that I will never forget. The detonations inside Lynn's gash must have been mind boggling as she shook and stiffened with each contraction. "Oh God...oh God...oh God..." she yelled over and over. As the last vestiges of her orgasmic fury subsided, Lynn fell back on the bed with a dreamy look on her face. Jennifer pried her head from my sister's splayed legs with a triumphant expression. Lynn pulled Jennifer close and licked some of the sticky fluid from her chin. "Umm...I don't taste bad..." she cooed, and licked more wetness off Jennifer's face. Lynn's first sampling of girl cum (her own) and she was enthralled. Still feeling high from the booze, I wasn't creeped out by the fact that it was my sister. We were staring at one another without a word being said and I innately knew that Lynn's bi-exploration wasn't over just yet. Several rounds of shots with beer ensued. Would my sister partake of her first pussy? Jennifer was sitting crossed legged on the bed and the closely groomed triangle of silky hair above her slice made her look incredibly sexy. Lynn's eyes were drawn to it as Jennifer leaned back and opened her legs, giving my sibling an unrestricted view and access. "I've never seen a girl's privates up close," she breathed lustily, and slowly her head dropped down for a closer view. Jennifer was lightly biting her lip with anticipation as my sister was a scant couple of inches from her drooling slit. Using her fingers, Lynn carefully traced a line up the center, separating the dark lips and exposing the pink interior. Up and down the inner and outer folds, my sister explored Jennifer's lovely pussy until her digits were coated with girl gook. Lynn hesitated for a moment but brought them to her lips and licked the moisture. "Yum...umm...I like the taste of a guy's jizz but this is different...better than I thought," Lynn's fingers traced over the sodden crease, gathering liquid then bringing the laden drops to her mouth. Finally, she leaned in and took a long swipe up the center of Jennifer's pussy. I gawked with delight as Jennifer's eyes rolled back in her head and my dear sibling feasted on her friend making up for lost time. Jennifer threw her legs over Lynn's shoulders. "Oh God...eat me...oh...oh...eat my pussy," Jennifer panted wildly. The incredible sight of Lynn on her knees gorging on Jennifer's slice was too much for me. I positioned myself under Lynn's thighs with a pillow behind my head. I was easily within licking distance but held back briefly, breathing in the heady aroma and gloried at the sight of her dripping snatch above me. I ate my sister's vagina like it was my last meal. Her flavorful, pungent juices seeped into my throat and I swallowed every drop. Except for Jennifer, she had the tastiest pussy I ever consumed. Lynn bucked hard against my tongue but I held onto her firm little ass and basted her clit with feathery licks. Like a hog at a banquet, I sucked her pussy until I heard her scream her orgasm. When I came up for air, my face was drenched. Lynn's head fell forward onto Jennifer's belly. All of us were breathing very hard from our exertions and to my surprise, I had a nice cum while dining on my sister's twat. "Hey, Tara needs some...ya know what I mean?" Jennifer crowed. I was going to protest but having Jennifer eat me was just what the doctor ordered. Leaning back on my elbows, she gave Lynn a visual lesson in pussy eating 101. As she tongued my throbbing box, Lynn's eyes were riveted on the action betwixt my thighs. No guy or girl devoured me with as much gusto or expertise. When Jennifer lifted my butt and ravaged my rose cluster, Lynn masturbated furiously, her fingers twirling wildly over her clit. Having Lynn observe was a real turn on and I erupted in record time. With one hand tweaking her nipple and the other strumming her slit, Lynn soared into the stratosphere. "Oh! Oh fuck! Oh...oh...oh..." she cried in ecstasy, and came like a banshee. Lynn collapsed on her bed with a huge grin on her face, too spent to continue. "I'm sooo sleepy..." she mumbled, and curled up in a fetal postion. We left a sweaty, naked Lynn, already sound asleep and walked quietly out the back door. * After the debauchery, Jennifer had a hard time looking me in the eye. In spite of the fact that I engaged in incest, I felt no shame or shyness for what transpired. To me, it was one of those rare, transcendent experiences, and I was grateful that I was a part of it. On the way back to my apartment, the silence was deafening. Did we really love each other as much as we expressed? I was having doubts; starting with my infidelity and now this latest exploit with my sister no less! We were overly subdued for the remainder of the day and cuddled on the sofa with the TV on. I was beginning to think that whatever bound us together, be it love or a deep emotional connection was fractured and beyond repair. Lynn and I never discussed what happened that extraordinary August day; even in our private moments with one another. Strangely, it brought us closer together and our relationship resumed the tight sisterhood we had before l'affair Jennifer. To this very day, I have a hard time believing that it really happened because it assumed such a dreamlike quality. Whenever I recall her juice bloated pussy above my face, my crotch creams like crazy. . When Jennifer returned to college for her junior year, there were no tearful goodbyes. She looked sad and I'm sure I appeared the same but without the emotional upset. Our emails and IM's went from every day to every other and eventually to once or twice a week. Gradually the raw feelings that permeated our previous communiqués ceased and the messages became more perfunctory: "Hey, having a great week at school. Hope you are too," was typical. The passion that we shared for the past two years dissipated and the loving feelings faded from our relationship. What surprised me was the mutual nature of our break-up. My substitute teaching job turned into a permanent full-time position and I quit working at Constantine's Pizzeria. Jennifer's father was upset that I was leaving and while I regretted not working there, I knew it was for the best. By the end of the school year, I realized it was over between us. Jennifer returned from college and made a half-hearted attempt to rekindle the flame but it was no use. As my mother predicted, her feelings had changed and so had mine, and it was readily apparent when we were together. Occasionally we socialized and as always she was a blast to be with. I valued her friendship and I believe she felt the same way. Yet, a pervasive melancholy inhabited my being. Would I find the same type of intense love with someone else, be it man or woman. Outside of college it was difficult meeting people and while I enjoyed the bar scene, the hookups were mostly one dimensional, one night stands and I'm just not that type of gal. Anyway, I was on the prowl for women not men and I quickly tired of club hopping. Jennifer had awoken something inside of me and it was useless for me to deny that significant part of myself. Although my sex life suffered, I really wanted to meet a woman that I could fall in love with and share my life. Little did I know that person taught in the same school as me. * Nikki, a tan and hardbodied third grade teacher and nearly ten years my senior, entered my life. We'd met at several school functions and her personality reminded me of Jennifer; warm, bubbly and outgoing. In her early thirties and a recent divorcee' my gaydar alerted me that she wasn't totally heterosexual. A friendship developed and we socialized on the weekends. Her companionship meant a lot to me and for the first time since the demise of my relationship with Jennifer, I didn't feel lonely. Nikki had a knack for drawing me into her world and making feel like a part of her life. We hung out like gal pals and I valued the time that I spent with her. I especially appreciated the evenings when we stayed in at her home to catch a movie or one of the numerous reality shows on TV. We'd microwave a batch of popcorn and munch while we flung caustic remarks at the television during one of the popular reality fashion shows. Nikki had a penchant for Cosmo's and we imbibed to the point of giddiness but rarely to excess. During our time together, we'd chatter away to hearts content but we both seemed reluctant to discuss our personal lives. My feelings about my sexuality had me treading carefully in conversations. I have to admit Nikki was an astute listener and I had the eerie feeling that she was gauging my words, weighing them to guess which way the wind blew for me. And, as our friendship grew, I was convinced that Nikki was at the very least bi-sexual. I usually wore form fitting clothes that showcased my very fit physique and her appreciative stares did not go unnoticed by me. At the same time, she was very pretty and I ogled her muscular bod with equal interest. While our mutual admiration appeared to be on the same wavelength, I still had some doubts until... During a Friday night dance in the school gymnasium, we worked at the snack bar. By now, I could tell by Nikki's conversation, glances and body language that she was attracted to me. There was something in her eyes that... After the dance ended, we made a bee line for our favorite pub. We chatted aimlessly about school and our retarded Principal, Mr. Smythe. Eventually, I asked about her divorce and she became bashful. "I really shouldn't say but...I feel as though I can trust you Tara...not to blab my personal life all over the school," Nikki was right about me; I wasn't the catty, gossipy type and usually kept to myself. "I met Daniel, my ex, in college and we fell in love but, I think he was more in love with me than I with him. Anyway, we got engaged in senior year and during my first year of teaching tied the knot. Everything was ok for awhile, we got along well and life was good. Bought a home, cars, tried living the good life but I kept feeling as though something was missing," Nikki took a big swallow of her beer and seemed hesitant about going on. "I hope I don't shock you with the rest of my story..." she stated with trepidation. My face must have carried a very earnest expression because Nikki continued. "About five years ago Daniel's cousin Amber came to stay with us for the summer, she was taking courses at the local college and we lived only fifteen minutes from campus. A nineteen year old blonde haired blue eyed hottie, I quickly became infatuated with her. The first day when she walked out to our pool in a teeny tiny bikini, I got a strange sensation in my...ah..." Nikki looked around sereptitiously. "Perhaps we can go to my house...I don't feel comfortable here..." Before we left, I purchased a six pack of Corona and followed Nikki's car. Unless I was completely mistaken, she had the hots for Daniel's cousin. I couldn't wait to hear the delicious details. Seated at her kitchen table, we both downed another beer before she continued. "Are you sure you want to hear this?" she asked shyly. "Yeah, say whatever comes to your mind. Look, I'm not judgmental so...you can trust me." "Ok, here goes...Amber loved sunning by our pool and every chance I got I'd stare at her hoping she wouldn't notice. Since school was on summer break, I had plenty of time to be near her. Her body was lean and muscled yet strikingly feminine; compact hard butt, sharp six pack stomach, well defined arms, back and shoulders. Forgive me for being blunt but...she made my pussy wet." Nikki's frankness reddened my cheeks. "When I asked her how she got so ripped, she confessed that she was a gym rat and loved how her body responded to weight training. I belonged to a health club and Amber took me under wing, introducing me to the weights section. After only a couple of sessions I loved how it made my body feel and I've been devoted ever since. Amber was no dumb blonde and I'm sure she was aware of the effect her body was having on me. Daniel was working long hours in those days and except for Sundays, barely at home. By July, my libido was working overtime imagining Amber nude. I had a couple of bi-curious flings in college but I thought those feelings were behind me. Was I ever wrong! On a steamy July afternoon, just after the Fourth of July, Amber asked if she could go topless to get a better overall tan. I was dying to see her tits and our back yard is fairly secluded, so I said it was ok. She stood, untied the strings, loosening her top and it fell on the lounger. I gasped out loud when her small but very perky breasts with pink stubby nipples came into view. The sexy girl gave me a wicked smile and dove into the pool. I figured, what the hell; shed my top and followed her in. Although I wasn't in as good shape as Amber, I've always been proud of my body. My boobs are a decent "B" cup. I know Daniel loved sucking them and I thoroughly enjoyed having them sucked," Nikki stopped momentarily to guzzle more beer, no doubt to bolster her confidence. We'd known each other for over a year and our friendship was moving to another level. "Amber horsed around, swimming under me, pinching my ass or tweaking my tit. My pussy was creaming and when she came up for air in front of me, I palmed her tits. The look of exhilaration on her face was priceless when I lowered my lips to a stiff nipple," Let It Rain Ch. 03 Nikki finished her beer and reached for another. "I guess you can figure out the rest..." Christ, it one of the steamiest stories I ever heard. "It was the beginning of the end for Daniel and me. My affair with Amber convinced me that I also needed a woman for sexual gratification. I spent long hours in the gym during my free time and honed my body. For the first time in my life I had muscles and I loved the look. Funny, but Daniel was enamored with my new appearance and our sex life became energetic for a brief time. But, we grew apart and I had a fling with a neighbor. Rachel was hot for me and it stoked my ego. She spent the better part of a summer between my legs, servicing me. When Daniel discovered the truth via Rachel's husband, he was livid and moved out. The harsh reality that my marriage was ending sunk in and I quickly came back to earth; overall a very humbling experience." Nikki's eyes filled with tears and instinctively I took her in my arms. "What hurts the most? A part of me still loves him. We tried counseling but the truth about my sexuality came out and he wouldn't accept or even try to understand." Nikki rested her head on my shoulder and quietly wept. I tenderly patted her back hoping to soothe her but when she gazed at me with a soulful expression, I leaned in for a kiss and the rest as they say, is history. We were all over each other, kissing, hugging and panting breathlessly. I gazed intently into her vivacious brown eyes and saw the need there, the desire. That night we became lovers. The sight of her flawless naked body enflamed my lust and I licked every square inch. A sixty-nine banquet of epic proportions ensued and ended with a dildo reaming my steaming hole. A true love affair blossomed and I experienced the kind of feelings that I once shared with Jennifer. While she was never far from my conscious mind, my desire for Nikki reached the same towering heights. And, she had the same prodigious appetite for pussy as Jennifer. But, the emotional bond that we established was beyond mere sexual attraction and love developed rather quickly; a mutual love and respect for one another. Like Jennifer she exceeded me on the level of maturity and since my break-up with the Greek hottie, I'd grown sadder but wiser. Now, I took nothing for granted. * At the end of the school year, I took Nikki for an extended stay to my folk's beach house. She had the same awe inspired reaction as Jennifer when she first laid eyes on that splendid home. Under the bright sunshine, we'd lay out with tanning oil glistening on our bods to the appreciative stares of passersby both male and female. The girl had an athletic streak and we took long jogs on the beach in the morning hours followed by muscle busting sessions with weights in the home gym. The shared shower afterwards usually ended in an unforgettable sex romp. That year my folks were in Europe on an extended holiday and we stayed until the end of July. When I locked the door on our final day, I gazed wistfully at the ocean. So much of my early life with Jennifer revolved around that setting and it saddened me to think that it was over. My life had changed dramatically; my relationship with Jennifer was over but a new one had blossomed. Everyday I gave thanks that I had found someone and maybe, just maybe she was the one. Another bright spot: my sister Lynn was madly in love with a new beau. Her emails and IM's kept me abreast and when she said that the "M" word came up in conversation, I innately knew that it was only a matter of time. After college graduation, Lynn decided to put her roots down in Southern California. Her significant other was attending law school at UCLA, and in a bold move, she applied for a job with Universal Studios in the marketing department and was hired. When Lynn announced her engagement, we discussed who'd be in her wedding party. Invariably Jennifer's name came up as one of the bridesmaids and it was a foregone conclusion, she was in. Lynn and Jeff decided to tie the knot in our hometown. A June wedding was planned and with less than a year to "D" day, my mom and me did a lot of the leg work for Lynn. My parent's large home was the logical place to gather and with so many of Jeff's relatives in town for the wedding, the only place for Jennifer was at my apartment. Nikki resisted my attempts to include her in any of the activities, insisting that it was Lynn's time to shine in the spotlight. "Our day will come...anyway, I don't want to get in the way..." she stated with wisdom. Nikki was well acquainted with my Jennifer history and appeared to be totally unaffected when I told her that Jennifer would be staying at my apartment. "I trust you babe. Anyways, you're an adult...I know you love me," she said with supreme maturity. Spoken like a true soul mate. And, she was correct; I did love her, a lot. The day of the rehearsal, Jennifer arrived around mid-afternoon and we chatted superficially until it was time to leave for the church. Afterwards, a lively dinner party rounded out the evening. I was bushed and so was Jennifer, she'd driven across the state and requested some alcoholic refreshment before we headed to bed. We sat on the sofa in my living room talking and sipping our drinks. Jennifer was attending medical school but with her exotic beauty, she looked more like a model and not a future doctor. The girl was more radiant and lovely than before, altogether captivating. Because our past relationship withered and ceased to exist without one of us ending it, many of my old feelings and emotions remained bottled-up inside me. After my third apple martini, my lips loosened up and I regarded Jennifer with the fondest expression. More than three years had passed and I still had love in my heart for her. "Sometimes I really miss you..." the words escaped my mouth. Jennifer looked stunned as my comment came out of nowhere. "Ya know Tara...I miss you too..." her words were truthful, and I could see it in her lovely face. "What happened to us Jennifer?" I was truly at a loss to explain the demise of our relationship. Jennifer pondered my question for a moment before her response, "I guess it's like your mother said...our feelings changed," she whispered in a sorrowful voice. "Yeah...but it was fun while it lasted," I returned Jennifer flashed me one of her winning smiles as I took her in my arms and held her close. "That feels wonderful Tara," she sighed contentedly. "When I think about you...I'm so happy that you chose me to love," I said quietly in her ear. Jennifer turned her body and gazed at me with moistening eyes. "You where my first love and I'll never forget you..." she stated tearfully. We hugged each other with unrelenting fondness but our torrid love affair was now part of the past and we both knew it. "I've met someone and in a way she's a lot like you," she said. "Oh, you poor kid!" my tone was sarcastic. "Don't tease me Tara...'cause I'm in love..." I was happy for Jennifer because she deserved to have someone special in her life. A beautiful young woman with a bright future; she was just as warm, bubbly and vivacious as the night we connected at Lynn's graduation party. "What about you?" she asked with a concerned expression. While I'd run the gamut of female conquests, my current love interest was close to the incandescent glow that I shared with Jennifer. "Yeah, Nikki's special...let's just say that I'm infatuated. I guess time will tell..." Why didn't I tell Jennifer the truth? I loved Nikki very much and she'd become a significant part of my life. "I'm happy for you, Tara..." Jennifer slumped against my body and I embraced her very tenderly. But, there was something burning inside me that needed to be said, a sentiment deep in my soul. I pulled back from Jennifer and took her hands in mine as the tears came to my eyes. "...because of you, I...discovered that..." I was having difficulty finding the right words. Jennifer looked perplexed but sympathetic. "What I'm trying to say...is...you brought out my desire, my need to be with a woman...with you I found out just how wonderful it could be...I'll always be grateful to you..." I blubbered. Jennifer's teary gaze held me in its magnetic grasp. "Promise me something Tara...that we'll always be friends," she exclaimed, with her heart on her sleeve. We hugged with unrelenting joy and friendship. We spent the night in each others arms and woke to the sound of my cell phone alarm. Lynn's wedding was a beautiful affair and she looked positively radiant in her dress. The handsome groom couldn't take his eyes off of her and neither could most of the assembled guests. Afterwards, as the caterer cleared the tables of debris and the few remaining guests assembled at the bar, I sat alone at the head table lost in thought. I finally had closure with Jennifer and before she left, we embraced like sisters. "You'll always be here, Tara..." she said quietly, and pointed to heart. "The same for me, my dear friend..." Our eyes were wet but broad smiles graced our faces. Jennifer was headed to her life at the opposite end of the state and I instinctively realized that our paths would seldom cross. As I drove to Nikki's home in a somber funk, I reflected on my life. What I shared with Jennifer was the best of times and a part of me was reluctant to let it go. In my very private moments, I'd recollect those extraordinary days with the Greek goddess and pine for her. Why did it have to end? Why did our feelings change? I had no explanations, no answers. Although my mood was heavy, when I opened the door and saw Nikki sleeping peacefully on the sofa, my heart leapt with joy. I should have told Jennifer how closely Nikki resembled her, rich olive tone skin, lithe athletic body, very pretty Italian ethnic looks and bubbly personality. When I sat next to her, she roused herself and gazed at me with sleepy eyes. "Hey, your home...I missed you," she said very tenderly. I choked-up with tears sliding silently down my face. "Did you talk to her?" she asked, referring to Jennifer. "Yeah," I sighed. "Still love her?" she asked kindly. "As a friend, sure," I whispered. I stared into space recalling the first joyous pangs of love that I experienced with Jennifer; the feel of her soft lips on mine, the look of passion in her lovely green eyes. I will cherish those memories forever, I silently expressed. "Ya know, ya never get over yer first love," she stated honestly. "No...I guess not..." Smiling, I looked down at Nikki with a heartfelt expression. She was everything I wanted in a woman and more. "I'm pooped lets go to bed," she yawned. "I'm not tired at all...we could take a shower and..." I stated with a wicked grin. Nikki put her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "I hope you realize that I'm hopelessly in love with you Tara," she breathed in a sexy voice. "Love you too," I declared, and kissed her full on the mouth. "Umm...where did you learn to kiss like that?" "Practice...lots of practice," I said knowingly. Nikki pulled my lips to hers for more mouth crushing smooches until I was nearly breathless. "I thought you were too tired," I stated accusingly. "Nah...now I'm wide awake," she said with a twinkle in her pretty brown eyes. I pulled my Italian-American Princess to her feet and arm in arm we strolled to the shower. END